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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 9)
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notes: written while extremely tired
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y/ndevils00 THESE BITCHES ACTUALLY WON!
i mean— Devils won 5-4 tonight against those island guys!
we got on the board by a goal made by my favorite ginger tea! and even more than he likes scoring, doug-doug likes to lay on the ice and gossip like a schoolgirl 🫶
uncle toffee got his very first goal as a devil tonight and i’m SO PROUD OF HIM! despite the fact that he’s actively in kahoots to steal my man (see: slide 9) (i’ve got my eye on you, toffoli 👁️👁️)
bestie number 2 pushed a man to defend babygirl, tonight— my heart is so filled with love ❤️
MY SMUSH GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON!! LOOK AT HIM GO! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I WANNA SMUSH HIS CHEEKS AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD! he, however, did not appreciate my words of encouragement (see: slide 6). little spit-fire, you! don’t ever do that again 🫶
not pictured: timothy got his shit rocked… yet ended up with a roughing penalty?? i’m actively suing the refs FOR him. @tmeier96 i hope you appreciate me
AND FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU ALL (me) HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR: MY MAN, MY BABYGIRL, MY LOVE, MY CAT-DAD, MY BEAUTIFUL MEME-SHARING, HOODIE-HOARDING, BLUSH-INDUCING BOYFRIEND, SCORED TWO (2) GOALS TONIGHT! INCLUDING THE OVERTIME, GAME-WINNING GOAL! THAT’S MY PERSONAL HAND HOLDER RIGHT THERE!
p.s. my heart is filled with hate, and for once, barzy the bald is not enemy #1. Ryan Pulock, however? count your days and say your hail mary’s bitch, cause you hurt my slut
tagged dougieham, tofff73, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and jackhughes
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lhughes_06 you already DID smush my cheeks and kiss my forehead…. in front of the entire team
y/ndevils00 AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!! C’MERE!
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHE’S TRYING TO GET TO ME ON THE BUS
lhughes_06 was that 6th picture taken on a toaster?
y/ndevils00 listen, you brat, the islanders fans don’t like me because i threaten their bald man— i was working with where i was because they wouldn’t let me through, which meant taking an extremely zoomed in picture from across the rink
lhughes_06 maybe if you, idk, stopped threatening their players?!
y/ndevils00 i can’t do that.
user10 y/n and luke are so siblings already 😭
user72 dougie is so me
john.marino97 your heart can’t be filled with love and hate at the same time
y/ndevils00 don’t tell my heart what it can and cannot do?? stop policing my body, asshole
john.marino97 i wasn’t policing your body?! do what you want with your body!
y/ndevils00 thank you, i will!
john.marino97 so what are you gonna do with your body?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes
john.marino97 i expected too much from you
y/ndevils00 what DID you expect?
john.marino97 “spread love”
y/ndevils00 well i mean, i AM spreading love iykwim
john.marino97 delete your social medias
y/ndevils00 i can’t, it’s my job 🤷♀️
barzal97 you know i’m not BALD right? it’s just a buzzcut
y/ndevils00 YOU’RE BALD! YOU’RE BALD AND YOU’RE TORTURING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAIR
barzal97 okay, i tried
y/ndevils00 👨🏻🦲 <- you
barzal97 @/jackhughes your girl is a little messed up, but i think i like her
jackhughes step off, barzal! that’s MY messed up feral raccoon
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me 🥹
user94 toffoli has kissed jack before nico has kissed jack… nico is fuming
user08 i’m gonna frame the 5th picture and put it on my wall oh my god
jackhughes why the 7th picture?
y/ndevils00 you look like how i imagine a toddler playing soccer… like you just stopped in the middle of the game to chase a butterfly
jackhughes i-
jackhughes i got something off of my visor, BEFORE A FACEOFF
y/ndevils00 DON’T YELL AT ME! I’M SENSITIVE!
jackhughes i’m sorry, i love you to pluto
y/ndevils00 because….
jackhughes because pluto IS a planet
tofff73 i promise, i’m not trying to take your man
y/ndevils00 well why not?! he’s a catch!
tofff73 i’m a bit confused here
dawson1417 she’s always confusing. you learn to live with it
dougieham i DO like laying on the ice!
y/ndevils00 i can’t blame you! that’s what i do too!
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s cause you have no other choice. you can’t skate
tmeier96 i appreciate you, i love you, please do not sue the refs
y/ndevils00 you just said two nice things and then proved them untrue
dawson1417 i’ll do better next game, i promise! i’ll earn a feature!
y/ndevils00 you did great, bestie! don’t listen to ruff-ruff, you deserve top-line, babycakes!
dawson1417 no “do better”?
y/ndevils00 never “do better” for you!
dawson1417 but like 3 weeks ago…
y/ndevils00 i have no recollection— short term memory loss— hi, my names dory!
dawson1417 you’re a special little nutcase
y/ndevils00 thank you 🥰
nicohischier i have a name?
y/ndevils00 yes!
nicohischier so you KNOW i have a name…
y/ndevils00 indeed!
nicohischier so why don’t you USE IT?!
y/ndevils00 okay i think YOU don’t know your name
nicohischier my name isn’t slut
y/ndevils00 that is your given name and you will like it!
nicohischier i don’t wanna like it!
y/ndevils00 tough luck, slut
#media management au!#media management series <3#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes fic#jack hughes blurb#nj devils#nhl imagine#nhl fic#faithlynn’s insta edits <3#faithlynn’s writings <3
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do you have any specific non-comic quotes that remind you of bruce?
any asshole can open up a museum / put all of the things he loves on display / so everyone can see them (it's a hit, rilo kiley)
but grieving people are selfish. they won’t let you comfort them and they say you don’t understand and they make you feel useless when all your life you’ve been functional to them. (the piper’s son, melina marchetta)
i should live in salt for leaving you behind (i should live in salt, the national)
oh joy i'm afraid of the light / as the jewel of my mind begins to fall apart / do not destroy what has taken its time / as the lord would abide in murder and crime (murder and crime, sufjan stevens)
grief paralyzes. motion continues; time departs. something’s left with no means to retrieve it. a candle out in the down-clap of darkness. then to wade and wade—in grief: i, detached from place and time. (dream of the divided field, yanyi)
one peculiar way to die of loneliness is to try. pretend november has a sliver of ice in her throat. (trances of the blast, mary ruefle)
shame creates imaginary worlds inside your head. this haunted house you’re creating is forged from your shame. no one else can see it, so you keep trying to describe it to them. you find ways to say, “you don’t want any part of this mess. i’m mediocre, aging rapidly, and poor. do yourself a favor and leave me behind.” you want to be left behind, though. that way no one bears witness to what you've become (i'm broke and mostly friendless, and i've wasted my whole life, heather havrilesky)
i've spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won't leave, and fearing that it's a matter of time before they figure me out and go. (shauna niequist)
cause if i can learn to love your shadow / when your shadow hits the light / and there ain't no trace of what we've been through / then i'll shout it 'til the day i die / but i'm still in sight / your fast machine / always holding your love supreme (45, bleachers)
a loss of innocence is the impetus for a journey to find inner truth. in the film, dorothy returns to the world of oz to find its landscape in ruins and its citizens turned to stone. only she can find the ruby slippers and return peace to oz. only we can save ourselves, but first we have to remember who we are. (sufjan stevens)
shall we look at the moon, my little loon / why do you cry? / make the most of your life, while it is rife / while it is light (fourth of july, sufjan stevens)
the bleeding heart, on the other hand is fundamentally incapable of being anything other than themself. they love the way an open wound does. it’s hemorrhagic and contagious. faithful to a fault. they will jump without hesitation, though they’ll hit the ground consumed with guilt. (hauntdom)
i’ve listened to people in the media say that nothing beats the love between a mother and the child she births. i’d have to challenge that. nothing beats it, but something equals it. because i feel a deep love at my heart’s core for this child. i truly believe we were meant to be. (the gift of love, melina marchetta)
hector believes in—he believes in institutions, he believes in—in country, he believes in family, he believes in the army. isn’t it funny how hard it is to describe a good man? he’s a brave man, but deep down, he’d rather be taming horses. (an iliad, lisa peterson)
responsibility is what is incumbent on me exclusively, and what, humanly, i cannot refuse. i am i in the sole measure that i am responsible, a non-inter-changeable i. i can substitute myself for everyone, but no one can substitute himself for me. such is my inalienable identity of subject. (ethics and infinity, emmanuel levinas)
the violence that superheroes commit against themselves, for the good of the community—sometimes pushed by a community that worships them, fears and loathes them at the same time—is akin to the violence of every self-sacrifice, even if it is not performed by a masked champion or by the son of god. (christ, batman, and girard, lorenzo magnani and tommaso bertolotti)
we keep fixing what we know is only bound to break / what's worth saving is never worth letting go to waste / i want to mend what i've got, instead of throwing away (theseus, the oh hellos)
froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. with a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness. (the lumatere chronicles, melina marchetta)
#i kept thinking: is this enough? but this is definitely enough. even if i could find more#outbox#bruce wayne#dc
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Ficlet advent calendar - December 12
Title: Skates
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Mary Crawley, Tom Branson, Lucy Branson, Jack Barber
Word Count: 599
Rating: General
Summary: Following the advice of The Christmas Ghost, Mary Crawley goes to the ice skating rink in London where she reunites with a friend.
Sequel to Chapter 1.
December 12 - Skates
Dear Lady Mary,
It’s time to put on some skates! There is nothing better to in a cold winter day like this than hit the skating rink! Spending some time outside is always a good idea, and skating is a perfect activity for that.
Mary Crawley took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cold December air as she stood up from the bench, wearing a pair of skates and a little flared, navy-blue skirt with a matching short coat. She hoped she wouldn’t fell on her face in the moment of setting foot in the ice rink. Tom and Lucy Branson were already inside, taking the first laps. Mary was happy that they were also in London, so she didn’t have to go skating alone. It wasn’t something she regularly did nowadays. When they were children, they had a small rink on the estate and they used to skate a lot – their late cousin, Patrick Crawley loved it, but since his death, the Crawley sisters rarely put their skates on.
Stepping on the ice, Mary slowly began to slide, trying to avoid the people who skated with high speed. She took a few rounds and was about to join Tom and Lucy when she heard someone calling her name. Turning around she saw a man skating towards her, smiling. Her face lit up as she recognised him: it was Jack Barber, the director who made a film in Downton – The Gambler -, on which they worked together. She had to admit that she grew quite fond of him, but she hadn’t seen him for months.
“Mr Barber!” she exclaimed. “What a pleasant surprise,” she added when he finally reached her.
“Please, call me Jack,” he said, unable to wipe off smile since he had spotted her in the rink. “It’s so good to see you. How have you been?”
“Fine,” she replied with a nod, and she meant it.
She found it surprising, but the letters she received from The Christmas Ghost did help. Despite her previous scepticism, they made her feel better, and now she was waiting for a new one every morning. She was wondering who could have written those letters to her, but she couldn’t find it out yet, which only made her more and more curious. However, she decided not to tell it to Mr Barber as it sounded somehow stupid to be excited for letters sent by someone unknown.
“I’m glad,” he said. “I heard about your divorce. It must’ve been hard for you.”
“It’s getting better now,” she told him. “What about you?”
“I’ve recently finished a film, so I’m great,” he said.
“I didn’t know you skated,” Mary admitted.
“I love it,” he told her as they began to skate together. “I come out here almost every day. Going round and round helps me think. Do you skate often?”
“I used to as child, but I am out practice now.”
“It’s never too late to start over. If you need someone to skate with, just let me know,” he offered.
“Of course,” Mary nodded, and she had to admit, now skating felt a lot more appealing.
Tom and Lucy Branson were watching her going round and round in the rink. The former chauffeur was happy to see Mary enjoy herself, skating arm in arm with Mr Barber.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Lucy asked with her lips curling up.
“If you’re thinking about talking to Cora that we should have one more guest this Christmas, then yes” Tom said.
“You are, then,” Lucy nodded, and they shared a smile.
(Read it on AO3)
#downton abbey#mary crawley#jack barber#tom branson#lucy smith#mary x mr barber#ficlet advent calendar 2022#my fics#playing around in canva
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FGO request: “i smell something burning, you’re sure you’re okay in there?” “i’m fine! i’m fine!” with Mozart x Salieri
Amasali!! I have a suspicion who set this, but if not, either way here you go <3 I have never written either of them before and I don't quite remember how their interactions go but. I will give it my best shot!
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Perhaps, in retrospect, it had not been a good idea to allow that man to beg use of the kitchen.
It is for a special occasion, he had said. It is of utmost importance! Ah, he was always so confusing. At least with him waiting outside the room, Salieri could think more or less clearly. To be in the presence of that man, of Mozart, it stole his wits — the price of this existence. A mixed blessing, that he was here, then. Any joy at his old friend's appearance here sapped away by the wicked rumors that had birthed this being that could barely call itself by the name Salieri. The desire to kill that man was overpowering. Not so much right now, at least.
"Oops!"
...or maybe he would anyway.
"...are you alright in there?" He asked, more exasperated than concerned. A pause, a sniff at the air. "I smell something burning."
There was a muffled squeak. "No! No, I am fine! I am perfectly fine, there is nothing to worry about!"
"Right." Salieri responded, utterly disbelieving. "Shall I fetch Lady Marie?" The queen had to be a slightly better cook than him. "Or Master?"
"No!" That man yelped. "Nooo, no, nein, not at all, I told you I am fine! I am almost finished, please hold on!"
Salieri rolled his eyes. Really, how had they managed to sweet talk their way into this? ....wait, no, Tamamo Cat had been in charge of the kitchen today. That had been how. If it had been the others, they'd have never gotten away with this. In fact he was almost genuinely surprised Lady Raikou or Emiya hadn't shown up to yell at them yet.
Not that he was altogether sure why it was a them. That man was reckless to the extreme, wasn't he, inviting him along for this endeavor. To be so friendly with one's murderer — rumored or not, it was Salieri's truth — was ridiculous. But that man was ridiculous...always so ridiculous. Of course he was, so loved by God. Such absolute faith in a thing like him, that only existed to bring death to the one so loved. Completely unfounded, completely foolish. A ridiculous fool in this specter of a second chance as he was in life. And yet...
"Aha! It is finished!" He heard a hum of triumph from the kitchen that still smelled faintly of smoke, and sighed, turning towards the door and stepping back to the other side of the hallway. Keeping space between them worked, on occasion, when there was no one else there to calm him in that man's presence. "One moment~"
As if on cue, that man popped out of the kitchen, apron still loosely flung about him on top of his clothes (and quite the worse for wear at this point) and with both hands concealing something behind his back. "Salieri, my friend, do you recall what today is?"
Salieri paused, attempting to think past the edges of black and knife-sharp fog that flickered around his mind at the sight of the man's face. "...no," he admitted at last. "I am afraid not." His lips thinned, mildly irritated. "You know my mind is not what it should be." Ah, let it stay simply irritation. Not that that man's carefree laugh made it easy.
"That is just as well! I do, don't worry — and so this will be a perfect surprise~!" Mozart sang, confusing Salieri a moment until he brought his hands to the front to reveal his completed prize. It...
"What...is that?" Salieri asked, blinking slowly. It was lopsided, unevenly frosted with quite a heavy hand, and he could see some of the filling leaking somewhat out the sides where the icing was most thin. He wasn't sure what was meant to be on top, either, the piped icing wobbling precariously across the surface, but it seemed like a fragment of a musical score. Well, if someone extremely drunk and blindfolded had attempted to draw it. "...is that a torte."
Mozart grinned. "Yes!" He said. "It is only a tiny bit overdone. It tastes fine!" He held it out, eyes bright with merriment enough to make Salieri's hands itch with the desire to strangle him. "For you. Happy Birthday!"
....what.
"....birthday?" He asked, bewildered enough that it was the only thing he felt. "Today?"
Mozart beamed. "Indeed! Master brought it up earlier to us-- that is, Marie and myself-- because she was unsure if you would remember yourself. So I had the wonderful idea to make your cake myself, rather than ask for help!" He looked insufferably smug. "Perhaps it it not...the most aesthetically pleasing, I admit, but it is certainly tasty!"
Salieri found himself momentarily struck dumb. Ah...this idiot. Ridiculous, insufferable fool that was so loved by God. His hands itched still, but for a moment it was easier to ignore the urge, ignore his twisted existence. "...thank you," he said, quietly, eyes flickering away to avoid looking at that triumphant smile. "Shall we go visit Lady Marie and enjoy it, then?" The queen was likely preparing something herself, after all. Likely extravagant and mildly embarrassing, but...that was who she was, as well.
"We shall!" Mozart said, already heading down the hall, and Salieri hesitated a moment before following. What a fool. What a fool he was, this man. This man he was bound to kill. This man who yet chose to dance so close to his death with that smile on his face.
...really, they were both fools. But that was just as well.
#fateseriesblogging#kitty writes#this is NOT going in the tags because i am pretty sure this is ooc somewhere but#i tried.jpg
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Mew: *BITES YOU AND MAKES YOU TRANS*
Celeste: oh no! How could such a thing... Transpire?
Mew and Celeste give each other finger guns.
✨Random Quotes From The Fam✨
Adam is trying to help mewtwo get off the roof.
Adam: right, don't put too much weight-
Mewtwo: WHE- WHU- WHERE THE FUCK AM I MEANT TAE PUT MY WEIGHT?! WHERE?! I CANNAEY EVEN PUT MY WEIGHT ON THE ROOF, IT'S DEAD THIN, I CAN'T EVEN HOLD ONTO THE GUTTER [????], O HEYER ANDREW, HOLD IT FOR FIVE MINUTES, YA FUCKIN' WANK-STAIN.
Mewtwo: DON'T PUT- DON'T SHIFT YER WEIGHT- WHIT THE FUCK ARE YE TALKIN' ABOOT?! I CANNAEY HOLD ONTO THE FUCKIN' THE FUCKIN' ROOF, I CANNAEY HOLD ONTO THE FUCKIN' GUTTER, WHERE THE FUCK AM I MEANT TAE GO? i cannaey just... MOVE IT!
Adam: *losing it* oooooooohooooooo- *wheezing*
Mewtwo: nae fuckin' wander, that's how agitated i am, you really fuckin' agitated me!
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Adam: SOMEONE HELP ME PUT OUT THE FIRE ON MY ARMS BEFORE THE POLICE COME HERE!
Mew: why would the police arrest you for that?
Adam: UNAUTHORIZED HANDLING OF A FIREARM!
Mew and Adam give each other a high-five, Mew transformed into a humanoid to accomplish this.
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Adam and Mary are playing Cuphead and are speaking in the character's voices for fun, they're fighting The Root Pack (onion boi)
Mary: Cuphead?
Adam: wat.
Mary: i kinda feel bad for him, i mean he's just there crying while we're shooting at him with- whatever this stuff is.
Adam: CRY ALL YOU WANT, YA CRYBABY!
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The fam is playing Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course, they're on the ice boss.
Mary: wow, Mugher? What's next Cupthem?
[intelligible chatting]
Adam: "hey Cuphead i've been thinking things, i think i might be genderfluid"
Adam: "OF COURSE YOU'RE FLUID, NUMBSKULL, IT'S IN YER HEAD!"
[the entire fam burst out laughing while mew is imitating Cuphead music for no fuckin' reason]
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MEMORY after seeing Adam full-on push a random dude off a tall place: ... I did not expect that... But i expected not to expect that so it doesn't count.
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Adam: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.
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Mewtwo: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.
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Mewtwo: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.
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Adam: A fistfight CAN be romantic.
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Mewtwo: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Mewtwo, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.
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(@xxtc-96xx it'd be funny)
TC's fans: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.
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Mary: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!
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Mewtwo: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Mewtwo lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the legendary who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my clones to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!
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Mew: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.
Mew: Fruits that do live up to their names?
Mew: Orange.
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Adam: My dad has a spiked collar.
Adam: *dog
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Mewtwo: No thanks.
Mewtwo: I'm god.
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Adam: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.
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Adam: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.
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MEMORY: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.
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Ace at MEMORY: ...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?
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I'm not creepy.
I'm petty.
There's a difference, ya' know.
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Mew: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
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Adam, talking about mewtwo: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!
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(@esmam1ss2n9shu773r for the video)
Mewtwo: and here we have a lesbian tall thing stuck in a tree-
Teen Aliza: i'm actually stuck in the tree pls help-
Mewtwo: *sigh* my daughter's stuck in the tree again- ADAM!
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Real Amazing Spider-Man #3
Stark villa
A green portal opens, and a five-year-old Valeria Richards exits the portal dragging two suitcases to find Peter Parker and Mary Jane Parker cuddled together, watching a Netflix original film while Annie continues playing her Nintendo Switch.
“Special delivery for My Best Science-buddy friend forever and her excellent mom, your luggage direct from Germany,” said Valeria
“Thanks, Val,” said Annie as she ran over to Valeria, hugged her, collected her suitcase, and headed to her temporary bedroom.
“Thanks, Val. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble,” asked Mary Jane Parker,
“Not at all, Mrs Parker; it’s a pleasure for all the time you babysat me and my dumb brother Franklin and lets us double mint chocolate chip ice cream,” said Mary Jane collecting her suitcase
“So where is my suitcase,” asked Peter
“Sorry, I only have two arms, Mister Parker. But, I have to keep my BSFF happy so we can get another A+ on our science projects, and MJ always lets me have an extra helping of double mints ice cream and is wicked when it comes to Pictionary game night,” said Valeria.
“No, seriously, where is my bag,” asked Peter as MJ took her suitcase to their temporary bedroom
“I’ll go and get it for you, but the teleport device needs six to eight hours to recharge before I can sneak into the unclaimed baggage area,” said Valeria.
“six to eight hours you just wanted to hang out with your friend in Hawaii,” asked Peter
“I have left a message for Uncle Johnny to tell him where I am; Mum said I could stay over at a friend’s house if I wanted as long as I told a responsible adult, seeing they left Uncle Johnny in charge, which I did I left him a note,” said Valeria.
“I think your mum meant to stay in New York with us, not while we are house-sitting in Hawaii,” said Peter.
“Technically, I am sure you could call Mum and Dad to come and get me, mister Parker, but they are doing something in the Negative Zone, so where is your phone,” asked Valeria.
“You knew my cellphone was in my bag, didn’t you? So you left it on purpose so you could work on a science project with Annie,” asked Peter
“That’s the problem, mister Parker you can’t prove its word against mine; if you let me stay, I will upgrade your web shooters free of charge,” said Valeria
“You are an evil mastermind who taught blackmail,” said Peter laughing
Annie then comes out of her bedroom carrying her teddy bear, Wolverine.
“I thought I was never going mister whiskers again; I owe you one, Val,” said Annie.
“Happy to help, my BSFF. Are you ready to work on our science project? I’m sure some tech we can borrow from Tony’s workshop,” asked Valeria.
“Of course, I was already planning to sneak into Tony Stark workshop,” said Annie
“What? You already cracked his workshop password; not fair. I’m the code breaker in this team,” said Valeria,
“Please, there’s no real challenge in hacking into Stark system; a one-year-old could do it,” said Annie
“So it’s IamIronman39 isn’t it,” said Valeria.
“No, it’s IamIronman08 this time. I tried a few other passcodes to access the workshop. I need some to upgrade my switch battery life from three to six with some junk from the workshop,” said Annie.
“We really need to talk about hacking into other people’s systems,” said Peter.
“Says the guy who went into the lab before me to borrow parts to create some web-shooters,” said Annie
I thought you had organic web shooters, Mister Parker,” asked Valeria.
“I do these web-shooters to help focus my shots and to use impact webbing and some kinky stuff you do not need to know till you are in high school,” said Peter
“Oh, he’s talking about Sex; I already had read six biology books before I was four, Uncle Peter. I know about the birds and bees and all the LGBT stuff that they are only two genders, XX and XY, no matter how deluded the biology teacher is with her saying they are 32 different genders crap,” said Valeria.
“Yeah, I gathered that, Val. I think dad trying to avoid have tell me where babies come from; he’s trying to convince me the stork brought me,” said Annie
“Don’t you have a science project to work on,” asked Peter.
Annie and Valeria walk off towards Tony’s workshop. After they entered the workshop, they started work on their science project.
“So what are we doing for our science this time? Because I don’t know how we top the teleportation device we created last year,” asked Annie.
“I know those ungrateful science fair judges gave us a damn C I still can’t believe we lost to a baking soda volcano,” said Valeria
“We are competing with other four-year-olds, but that was completely ridiculous. Mind you, we created a working teleporter out of a couple of radio and retro games consoles at four-year-old without adult help,” said Annie.
“Let’s just build a Lemon power clock or go with the classic Baking soda volcano, but we both know those are below our intelligence and a waste of time and effort. I got a wicked idea; not sure you would be a willing test subject,” said Valeria
“Tell me your idea, first science buddy,” asked Annie
“What about creating a device that allows a wearer to mimic the superpower of anyone who wears a similar pairing device,” replied Valeria
“You just want to try web swing for yourself, don’t you,” asked Annie.
“What’s so wrong about a swing through the city without a care in the world,” said Valeria
“Trust Val, it’s not all fun trying to wash your secret costume without mum or dad, who both have similar powers to finding out your powers are already activated and that you are sneaking out to fight criminals with a super genius tech support girl in the chair,” said Annie.
“Yeah, I know the feeling, Annie. When Mom, Dad, Uncle Johnny and Uncle Ben go on great adventures together and leave Dufus and me behind with Aunt Alice to babysit us. I’m sure she’s not blind. Sometimes she always catches trying to sneak out,” said Valeria
“She must be a mutant with heightened senses,” said Annie.
“It’s not that; she’s just super wise to all tricks; so shall do that create a power friendship synch bracelets,” asked Valeria
“Okay, let’s do that, partner,” said Annie.
"right behind you BSFF," said Valeria
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Stede POV 2.3
‘As soon as we can’ apparently meant an hour later with Starbucks. Stede thanked god he’d invested in a video doorbell even as the sound of it ringing made him jump out of his skin.
He’d been able to do nothing else but pace up and down, getting rid of every new notification that popped up on his phone. He’d texted the people who mattered to let them know that he was physically fine and was just waiting for the whole mess to blow over.
Against Lucius’ advice, he did check some of his social media notifications but the violent vitriol against him made him wince and he quickly changed all his accounts to private. It was a temporary band-aid over the wound, but it was better than nothing.
He armed himself with a frying pan when the doorbell went, but a quick check of the video showed it was just Lucius and Frenchie, and he quickly opened the door and swept the pair of them inside before slamming it.
Maybe a bit of an overreaction, but he wasn’t taking chances. “I am fighting off a virtual mob that threatens to become a real one, and the two of you stopped for Starbucks?”
“We used the drive through!” Frenchie protested as he walked into the living room to set up his gear.
“Deliberately stopped to get you a little cheer up treat.” Lucius sipped his iced coffee as he handed a takeaway cup over. “A nice, calming iced tea. Decaf, because the last thing you need is caffeine jitters right now.”
He took the cup and raised an eyebrow at the scrawl of black sharpie on the side. “Bede Stonnet?”
“Well I couldn’t use your real name!” Lucius huffed as he sauntered over to the couch to join Frenchie.
“Could have used any fake name, and you went for pig latin.” Stede grumbled as he retrieved his laptop and powered it up. “Could have picked Sam, or Thomas.”
Or Ed.
“Yes, well, next time I’ll confirm your fake name before ordering and purchasing a treat for you out of my own pocket and the kindness of my heart.”
The sarcasm was not lost on him. Lucius was hardly subtle.
“Can you make it stop, Frenchie?” He asked as he logged into all his socials and handed the laptop over. He didn’t know the man well, but he knew that despite being half his age, Frenchie had had more careers than he’d had hot dinners.
In the short time he’d known him, Stede was aware of his past as a waiter, a butler, an artist, a novelist and now an IT specialist slash musician. The music was more of a hobby since he made good money from companies paying him to try and hack into their systems to test their security and advise how to improve it.
“Can I make people stop threatening someone on the internet for something that’s not their fault? I wish.”
Frenchie was tapping away at the keyboard, the screen just a mess of code that Stede couldn’t decipher but was apparently plain English to Frenchie.
“But I can give you the best security possible to stop people getting hold of your personal information. Unfortunately, your name is already out there so angry people with time on their hands can still do the research and find things out.”
Fuck.
The kids. Mary.
“Is my family safe, Frenchie?” His fingernails dug into the back of the couch.
“Depends on what information about them is public, but I’d advise doing a security review of their online presence as well, just to be safe. I can do that as well if you invite them over here.”
Stede left Frenchie to his work and Lucius to prop his feet up on the coffee table and scroll through his phone while he went into the kitchen to call his ex-wife.
She answered on the first ring.
“Stede, what the FUCK?”
“I know, Mary, I know—”
“I’m getting more attention on my twitter because of you than I did for my last art showing, which is pretty insulting.”
“I’m so sorry, we’re doing damage control now. Can you come over with the kids? I’ve got a friend who’s a tech wizard, he’s working on strengthening my security now.”
“Do you think I’m an idiot? I took care of all that when I first became verified on all my socials. My information is locked behind one of those bank vault doors as far as I’m concerned.”
“Oh thank God.” He sank down against the kitchen wall, phone still clutched to his ear in a death grip even as he hunched up on the cold marble tiles.
But Mary was still irritated. “That doesn’t stop the online trolls or the journalists asking for quotes, does it? We’ve been divorced for six months and I wasn’t even at the concert, yet I’m a target just for my association with you!”
He thumped his head back against the wall hard enough that it started to throb. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
There was a deep, exasperated sigh, and when Mary’s voice returned in his ear it was softer. “I know you didn’t, Stede. You fainted at a concert; it could happen to anyone. How were you to know that Blackbeard would cancel the entire show?”
He could hear the break in his voice as he choked back the sob that was coming. “It was still my fault.”
“Stede, no.” Her voice was firm. “You did nothing wrong. Honestly, I don’t think Blackbeard did anything wrong either. I think it’s pretty fucking noble that he would cancel an entire show and piss off a lot of people just because a fan got hurt. People are just angry and sounding off online, once there’s an official statement about refunds or a rescheduled show, then I’m sure this will all blow over.”
Mary had such a way about her that calmed him. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for so long, always spending their time together while their families worked on various business arrangements.
Their marriage had been just another business arrangement, really, and had done nothing but damage their relationship. It was why he had cried over the divorce rather than the affair. The last thing he wanted was to lose Mary from his life, but if anything the divorce had gone a long way in repairing their fractured bond.
“You always know what to say.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s because I’m smarter than you.”
He chuckled. “You certainly are. I really am sorry for all this mayhem; I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
“I’ve already thought of how you can do that.”
The tea was cold in his hand, condensation trickling into his palm. He would have preferred a steaming cup of earl grey in a proper teacup over an iced drink that Lucius had a penchant for. “You have?”
He took a swig, the blend that Lucius had chosen was sweeter than he would usually go for, but it was still pleasantly soothing as it slid down his throat.
“Get Blackbeard to come to my next art show.”
He promptly choked on the sip he’d taken, and was hacking and spluttering down the line even as Mary continued talking and making all the plans for him.
“The way I see it, the man owes you for all this hate coming your way from a decision thathe made. He definitely owes you a favour, and that favour is going to be him coming to my next showing. A few selfies and promotional posts will do wonders.”
“Why does everyone suddenly think I have some kind of special relationship with the man?” He cut her off as she started to interrupt. “Yes, he cancelled a show to check I was ok, but he was just being nice! We don’t have some sort of special bond where I can call him up for a favour, I wouldn’t even know how to get in touch!”
Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Anne had given him her number before putting him in the car to send him home. She’d told him to call if he had any worries, and she’d certainly seemed friendly with Ed. But she’d also seemed very protective of him, maybe she wouldn’t take kindly to Stede calling her up and asking if she could put Blackbeard on the phone.
He didn’t want her to think he was using her for her connections, that was hardly gentlemanly behaviour. Maybe he could offer to take her out to dinner as a thank you? And if the subject of Blackbeard came up then it came up.
He hadn’t spoken for a while and he couldhear the smug smirk on the other end of the line. “You’re figuring out how you can do it, aren’t you?”
“Damn it, Mary!” He tried to sound indignant, but couldn’t hold back the laughter. “I make no promises other than promising to try.”
“Because you’ll do anything for me?”
“Because I’ll do anything for you.”
“You’re a good ex-husband, Stede. And an ok guy, just generally.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Shut up. Love you.”
“Love you too, Stedey B.”
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Animal Crossing Asks // Accepting
@theircurse said: “ Should we invent something ? Destroy something ? Invent something that destroys things ? ” ( Mari )
She laughed slightly, patting the younger mafioso on the head. Their enthusiasm was cute. And honestly quite admirable. In their situation she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep the same energy that they had.
“You must have been pretty bored to get so excited. We can do whatever you want to do, okay? But, if we’re going to destroy something we’ll have to pick something no one will miss, and do it somewhere we won’t cause trouble. If I remember right, they set up one of those rooms where you can go in and just break things to relieve stress not to far from here. Is that something you would be interested in?”
#theircurse#✦ || ‘I am who I’m meant to be.’ ( ic; mari )#✦ || ‘why don’t we rewrite the stars?’ ( asks )
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his to claim | bucky barnes
[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping
A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot!
In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.
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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas.
It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here.
Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going.
The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought.
He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened.
“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”
“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended.
“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”
Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance, “Do you know who I am?”’
“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.”
Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega.
“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”
There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed.
“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you.
“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”
Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”
“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him.
“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him.
You huffed.
Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move.
You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”
“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”
“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name.
“Go to bed, little wolf.”
Stupid Alpha voice.
You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs.
Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before.
Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica.
You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful.
You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you.
“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.
“Stay away from who?”
“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly.
“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”
“You don’t think I know that?”
“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”
She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”
“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.
“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”
“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible.
You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much.
You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles.
Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away.
“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him.
“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket.
“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”
Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”
“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”
The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”
“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”
“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”
You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”
Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate.
“What happened in them?” You prodded softly.
Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”
You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”
“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest.
“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”
He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”
“But Monica-”
“You’re an adult, right?”
You shrugged, “I try to be-”
“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”
You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”
“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected.
You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking.
Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself.
When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure.
His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money.
He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?
Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed.
Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong.��
She dreams of pain and suffering.
Go to her.
Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control.
Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life.
He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in.
“No, no,” You whispered over and over again.
“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”
You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest.
“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”
“I-I woke you up?”
“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”
“Alpha Bucky?”
“Yes?”
“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”
Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry. “Something bad? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”
“What do you see in your dreams?”
“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”
“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate, “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”
He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to.
“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”
The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”
“They’re already here-”
“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”
“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”
Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk. “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”
“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”
Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”
“You won't regret this.”
Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.
Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield.
The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.
Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner.
The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning.
Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha.
You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things.
Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do.
When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”
“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate.
“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”
Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”
As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”
You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”
“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you.
You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”
Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”
“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.
“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?”
You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”
“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”
“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”
“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”
A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”
It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back.
“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”
“Bucky-”
“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”
You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.”
“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”
“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”
“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”
He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”
“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”
You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”
His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin. Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips.
“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”
Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”
“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”
He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”
You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”
“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth.
He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged.
As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer.
You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize.
It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life.
He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now.
As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched.
“W-Where are we?”
“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”
“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …”
He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”
Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you.
But Monica-
“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”
You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”
His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was.
“You’re a monster.”
“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”
“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”
The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed.
He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt.
He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess.
You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body.
He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming.
“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”
“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”
You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling.
“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”
“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”
Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly.
You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.
“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks.
Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.
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Day 6: Party
WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
Continuation of days two and three
Marinette grins at her reflection in the mirror. The costume was perfect- close enough to the original that you could tell who she was, but also with her own touch so that she didn’t hate looking at the costume. She’d even curled her hair slightly. The knock at the front door makes her squeal in excitement, knowing exactly who it is.
“Cass!” She cheers, opening the door and grinning widely at her best friend. Sure, Cass didn’t talk a lot (she was like Luka in that way), but she always seemed to know when Marinette needed help out of her own head. And she was eternally grateful for that. She was even more grateful that Cass had agreed to do a duo costume with her since Jason apparently didn’t want to dress up. He was ‘too old’ or something. Well, Marinette wanted to have fun and wear a damn costume.
“The suit is amazing! I’m not sure the cowl I made will be good enough for it.” Marinette says worriedly, examining the stitches on Cass’ costume. “Where’d you say you got this?” She asks, frowning. It was definitely higher quality than the Halloween store downtown. Cass just smiles, the one that basically says ‘not telling’. Mari just grins, used to it by now. She passes the cowl to Cass and grabs her own domino mask, sliding it on. Posing next to Cass in the full length mirror, Marinette takes a picture and sends it to the group chat that Jason had recently added her to. Dropping her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys, she turns to Cass.
“Ready?” She asks.
“Ready.” Cass says. Marinette grins. Look out, Gotham, Batman and Robin are out on the town.
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Dick squeals as the picture comes through on the groupchat. He was beyond relieved that Jagged had scheduled his Halloween party two weeks before the actual holiday. It meant that he, and the rest of his brothers, could actually go instead of being on the extra patrols they always had to schedule around the holiday. Grinning, he opens twitter.
@flyingrayson
Look at my little sisters! Aren’t they the cutest?! #halloween #Waynefam #jaggedstone
[image description: One girl stands with a hand on her hip, dressed in what is obviously a spin on a Robin costume, including: a domino mask, black tights, dark red tunic with a Robin logo, gold belt, knee high emerald boots, and a dual sided cape black on the outside and gold on the inside. Another girl stands next to her with her arms crossed over her chest, dressed in what is obviously a Batman costume, including: black catsuit, yellow utility belt, black cape, and a redesigned black cowl.]
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Marinette pecks Jason’s cheek and grins.
“What, not a Robin fan?” She asks teasingly at his frown. He huffs.
“Not really. More of a...Red Hood guy.” He says, and she snorts.
“Of course you’d like the one with guns.” She says, shaking her head with a smile. “His costume is actually probably one of my favorites. Well, besides the whole helmet thing.” Jason grins, pulling her in and giving her a sweet kiss before he glances behind her and groans.
“My brothers just walked in.” He says and she smiles.
“Go say hi, I’ve gotta go ask Uncle Jagged a question really quick. I’ll be right back and Cass and I can show your brothers our awesome costumes in person.” She says, pecking his cheek before walking away. She looks around for Jagged, but frowns when she doesn’t see him in the main room. Pulling out her phone, she sends him a quick text asking where he is.
In the garden with Fang!!!!!!!
She shakes her head fondly. Of course he skipped out on his own party to spend time with his crocodile. Smiling, she heads out to the garden to try and get to him. She’d wanted to see if the man planned on being in the US around Thanksgiving. Bruce had already invited her (probably to get Jason to show up) and said she could invite any of her family as well. Since her parents and superhero partner were both dead and her grandparents didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, she decided she’d really love Jagged and Penny to come instead. As she walks outside, she’s shocked that Fang doesn’t immediately run up to her.
“Uncle Jagged?” She calls, frowning. Where was he? And why was it so dark out here? Fang was scared of the dark. Jagged never would have brought him outside without more lights on, he was too protective of him. She tenses when she notices a slumped figure next to the bench Jagged had put in the gardens for when she visits. It was one of her favorite places to sit and design.
“Hello?” She calls, watching the figure for any movement. Seeing none, she steps closer and her stomach drops. Immediately she runs over and checks her Uncle for a pulse. She sighs in relief when she feels it, but the gash on his head is worrisome. How-
“Hello, Birdie!” An amused voice rings behind her, making her blood run cold. She whirls around and manages to catch a glimpse of the man’s pale face before a thick piece of metal flies at her head and the world goes black.
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“Jaybird! Where’s Mari and Cass? They’re blowing up on twitter, even MDC liked my tweet!” Dick says happily, making Jason scowl.
“Did you seriously post my girlfriend all over your twitter?” He asks grumpily. Dick nods.
“Oh yeah. Her and Cass looked too cute to keep it to ourselves. Where are they anyway?” Dick asks, scanning the room.
“M said she needed to go talk to her Uncle about something. Personally, I think she was just avoiding you guys. You all crowd her every time you see her.” Jason reprimands, crossing his arms. Replacement rolls his eyes.
“It’s ‘cause she’s so much cooler than you. And she’s not an asshole like you are.” He says.
“Something’s wrong.” Cass says, suddenly appearing at Jason’s side. He jumps slightly, but then frowns at her.
“What?” He asks, surprised to see the deep scowl form on her face.
“Don’t know.” She huffs.
“Well if Cassandra believes that something is wrong, we should investigate.” Damian says, looking relieved that he wouldn’t be asked to socialize with anyone. A startled scream from outside makes the five vigilantes tense before running towards the noise. Jason curses when he realizes it’s Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone’s….something. She’s kneeling by a slumped figure, shaking it until a groan escapes it. Jason feels his blood run cold when the figure’s hair catches the light. It’s Jagged. Then where-
“Where’s she? Where’s she at?” Jagged slurs out, blinking wildly.
“Who?” Penny asks, gently holding the man’s face. Jason frowns at the gash.
“M. He wanted ‘er.” He says, and though the man is looking around crazily and slurring his words, Jason can tell he’s completely serious. And M-
“Do you mean Marinette?” Jason asks, stepping forward. Jagged frowns, but nods.
“Crazy clown.” He adds before turning and throwing up in the grass. Jason growls and turns on his heel, ready to go hunt the damned clown down. Out of everyone in this damned city that he could’ve targeted, why did he choose her?
“Jason, wait.” Dick says, grabbing his wrist. “We need to have a plan. Come on. You can’t just go out like this.” He reminds him lowly, Jason’s eyes narrow but he follows anyway. Might as well use the good tools. That fucking clown won’t make it to morning.
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Ice cold water falls over her and Marinette sits up, gasping in shock at the sudden temperature change.
“Little cold, Birdie?” A voice asks before walking around and standing in front of her- a huge smile on his face and a thick piece of metal in his hands.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” Marinette says, trying not to let her voice shake. This was the villain. The one she never wanted to meet. The one that gave her boyfriend nightmares that he couldn’t explain to her. And now she was alone with him.
“If you’re sure, we could have some...fun before Batsy arrives.” He laughs.
“Why would Batman show up?” She asks. “You do realize this is just a Halloween costume, right?” She flinches as the piece of metal- a crowbar, she thinks shakily- stops inches in front of her face.
“How stupid do you think I am? Of course it’s a costume. A costume posted by one Dick Grayson. You’re a Wayne, somehow. And Batsy always shows up when a Wayne is involved.” Joker says, his twisted grin making her sick to her stomach.
“I’m not a Wayne! Batman isn’t going to come for me.” She argues, cursing her decision to not wear her earrings today. Some days were harder than others, especially leaving in a mask. Even if the mask was a costume. Every time she tried to put on her earrings today, she shook and started to panic. Granted, it was probably for the best. Because she would definitely be tempted to transform and she did not want to give Joker that kind of knowledge.
“Wayne or not, one of the bats will come. You have friends in very high places, Birdie.” Joker tuts, twirling the crowbar in his hand. She flinches as it nears her face, making Joker laugh. “If I wanted to hit you, I would.” He says. She doesn’t even have time to figure out what he means because her shoulder explodes in pain. The pain is blinding and she wants to scream but no sound will come out of her mouth as she gasps for breath.
“That’s no good. A silent bird is a dead bird. So sing, Birdie.” Joker demands, and he aims slightly lower this time, shattering her left arm. And she screams. The pain tearing at her throat nothing compared to the pain in her arm, her shoulder. She sobs, the shaking making the pain worse, but she was unable to stop. It hurt.
“S-stop!” She manages to yell, nearly biting her tongue when Joker grabs her chin and forces her to look up at him.
“Hmm. You’re right! The internet should definitely see this.” He laughs, pulling a phone out. She shakes her head, flinching as he whacks the crowbar against the floor near her chair. He points the phone at her, and she knows he’s recording. The bastard.
“Hello Gotham! Look at this little Birdie. I’m afraid she flew too far, and now we have to clip her wings.” He says, sighing as if he’s actually apologetic. He sets his phone up on the table and stalks over to her before turning and waving at the camera. She watches him move the crowbar around warily, her breathing shaky. God, she hoped Jason wasn’t watching this. Hoped he was somewhere safe, not trying to go do something stupid. She winces as Joker acts like he’s about to hit her, only to stop before the crowbar actually connects with her good arm.
“I told you, I’d only hit you if I wanted to.” He chuckles.
“Go to hell.” She spits out, ignoring the voice in her head (that sounded suspiciously like Tikki) telling her to shut up. To not antagonize the crazy man with the crowbar.
“Gladly.” He says with a grin, rearing back and swinging the crowbar out to hit her in the ribs. Her scream echoes around the room and she has no time to catch her breath before he’s attacking her ribs again. Tears stream down her face, but she can’t scream, she can’t even catch her breath. I’m going to die, she thinks, and the thought is terrifying. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to live.
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“Do we have a fucking location or am I about to go shoot up every goddamned warehouse in this city?” Jason growls as he zips through the streets on his bike. He knew Babs and Alfred were back at the cave, watching the livestream and working to locate Marinette. And even though he couldn’t see the video, the audio playing through the comms was enough to make his stomach churn.
He didn’t give one singular fuck what Bruce said. He was going to kill that goddamned clown the minute he saw him.
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Marinette glares at the Joker, barely able to keep her head up. For some unknown reason, he’d decided to use his fists on her face instead of the crowbar. Not that she was complaining. She wouldn’t have survived multiple hits to the head. Not with the force he had. She watches him, and she knows he’s saying something, but she can’t tell what it is. She’s too tired, too hurt, to care what he’s saying anyway. Unless it’s some magical cure to stop her from feeling like she’s broken into a million pieces, she doesn’t want to hear it.
Eyes wandering behind him, she’s relieved when she notices the costumed figure. The cowl, the cape- Batman did come. How strange. Though, she had assumed that Joker was live streaming. So that could definitely explain that one. Deciding she was out of immediate danger, she lets her eyes droop shut, reveling in the darkness that surrounds her. She let’s it stay, and she can feel things slipping away, some of the pain lessening. It’s nice, until someone is poking her and talking much too close to her. She lets out a whine as the person forces her eyes open.
“‘m tired.” She mumbles, wincing at the pain that comes with breathing, with talking.
“I know, kid, god I know. Just keep your eyes open.” A voice says. She blinks, the blue marks on the suit in front of her helping her to identify the vigilante.
“Couldn’t fight.” She spits out, tears springing to her eyes as her attempt at conversation makes her chest ache.
“But you’re fighting now, you’re staying awake. You’re doing such a good job, I’m proud of you. Stay awake kiddo.” Nightwing says quietly. She vaguely feels the ropes slide off her wrists and ankles. Fighting to stay sitting up, because slumping will hurt more than she’s willing to allow, she sighs.
“Jason’s gonna worry.” She mumbles, and Nightwing hums.
“Ambulance is almost here, kid, just stay awake.” He says instead of asking about Jason. She hopes Jason is okay. Hopes he isn’t mad at himself for letting her go talk to Jagged alone. Suddenly, sirens are close and she lets the world finally slip away.
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The pain is the first thing that clues her in. She isn’t dead. Which is a relief. But the way her entire body aches, is not a relief. Forcing her eyes open, she sighs at Jason’s slumped form in a chair next to her bed. She wished she knew how long she’d been in the hospital so she could scold him. Because he was still wearing the outfit he had on at the party. Which meant he hadn’t given himself a break. Just as she’s trying to decide how to ask the nurses for pain medicine, Jason’s eyes open.
“Marinette!” He gasps, starting to lunge forward, then stopping himself. “I thought, god, M, I thought-”
“‘m okay.” She says softly, and he frowns.
“Okay? You were nearly beaten to death with a goddamned crowbar. You’re not okay.” He argues. She sighs.
“I’m alive, and I’m with you. I’m okay.” She insists, wincing. He looks like he still wants to argue, but stops himself. He scoots closer and holds her hand, kissing the back of it softly.
“I’ll never leave you.” He promises. She smiles softly, before falling back asleep, finally safe.
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It's my fault, but it is our problem
Rick Flag x Reader (drabble)
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You were on another mission with the suicide squad, also known as the idiots you liked to call your friends. Your powers didn’t lie in agility like Harley, or rely heavily on physical training and brute force like Rick, you didn’t even have crazy aim like Captain Boomerang. You had what you liked to call ‘chaos magic.’ You could manipulate the fabric of reality, but you never knew how it was going to manifest itself. Usually it was situation based.
So like you said, you were on another mission. This was a stealth mission to collect some data that someone had stolen from the American government, but the guys who stole it were apparently dirty fighters and kept putting down the soldiers that the government sent in. So, Task Force X was the next best option: powerful and disposable.
The thing was, you weren’t supposed to be on this mission. You didn’t do stealth. You did grand entrances and extraordinary displays of power. But the team was looking pretty scrawny these days, so it was you, Harley, Boomer, and Bloodsport. Waller hadn’t instructed you not to use your powers, but you were hesitant to do so. You didn’t want to blow the mission to hell.
That was a problem though, because you had a big ole’ crush on one Rick Flag, and you would do anything to protect him. That brought you to the situation you were currently in.
Bloodsport was on a rooftop doing sniper shit, Harley and Boomer were taking on the bad guys in hand-to-hand-to-boomerang combat, and Rick was nowhere to be found.
“Um, guys? Should I be doing something?” You asked into the comms. Like you said, you didn’t have enhanced agility or strength, or even basic hand-to-hand skills.
“I need an evac, I’ve got the data,” Rick buzzed in, but his voice sounded strained. You bit your lip, and replied back to him.
“Like a stealthy evac? Because like I could get you out but I don’t know how stealthy it will be,” you were outside the building with a gun and a knife waiting for orders.
“ANY EVAC. Get me out of here!” Rick’s voice was stronger that time, and you tugged on your utility corset (not two words you would usually combine, but you liked to look sexy and be practical). It was your time to shine.
“I’m en route,” you muttered before stalking towards the building. You opened the door to see a large group of bad guys fighting with Harley and Boomer, so you backed up.
“Where are you?” You asked and Rick panted into the comms.
“Northeast corner, third floor,” he sounded rough, and you were getting more worried. You ran to the northeast corner of the building and felt the fuzzy sensation in your head and the tugging in your gut that meant your powers were building up. You took to the air, stepping out as the concrete below you crumbled and rose up like a staircase to get you to the third floor. You felt sort of like Elsa making the staircase to her ice castle. You ran up the stairs and threw your arms out, trying to burst the wall open like an archway to get Rick out, but you accidentally ended up blowing the entire side of the building off, exposing your friend below to the dark and cold night.
“Fuck, Priestess. What did you do?” Boomer called into the comms and you winced. He was using your codename. He was mad. But you saw Rick curled up on the floor behind a bookshelf, applying pressure to a bleeding wound in his abdomen.
“Okay, so I know that this is my fault,” you commented as you ran over to Rick and helped him to his feet. “But it is our problem. I think I ruined the stealth part of the mission.” You were greeted by a chorus of “Fuck,” “You think?” and “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” But you only cared about getting Rick out and to safety, so you tried to make an inflatable raft to take you gently down to the ground, but you ended up building a mountain in the parking lot that ended up working as a three-story slide that you fell into that took you to the ground.
“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed as Rick groaned in your arms.
“It’s not your fault,” he muttered. “Let’s get out of here.”
This time you didn’t rely on your magic, not wanting to hurt him even more. You helped him limp his way over to the awaiting armored truck and helped him in.
“Harley, Boomer, Bloodsport get out of there,” Rick grunted. The two of you waited like sitting ducks until your three companions jumped into the vehicle.
“Ricky, you don’t look so good,” Harley commented, and you couldn’t help but agree. He was looking paler by the second. “Y/N don’t you have healing magic or somethin’?” She nearly begged you, but you picked at your fingers.
“Yes, but my powers have already screwed us over tonight and I might mess things up worse,” you muttered, looking down at your bloody cuticles.
“You’re just gonna let the man bleed out?” Bloodsport asked and you paled at the thought.
“No, I-” You started but Boomer cut you off.
“Just focus, mate. You can do it.” You shook your head. There were too many arteries, and maybe a bullet, and organs.
“Hey,” Rick’s voice was quiet, and you were trying not to cry and break under the pressure when you looked over at him. “I trust you,” the words were simple, and maybe he was lying to make you feel better. But he smiled softly at you like you were the only two in there, and you pulled in a deep breath through your nose. When you exhaled, you cracked your knuckles and knelt close to him.
“You can do this, you can do this,” you muttered under your breath, but Rick must have heard you because he let out a little pained chuckle.
“I know you can,” he smiled warmly and made a show of relaxing back and unbuckling his vest so it was just a bloody grey t-shirt between you and the wound.
You concentrated on the wound, your magic swirling around the wound like a black cloud, letting you get a feel for what was going on. There wasn’t a bullet, so it must have gone straight through. You weren’t the best at healing, but you did your best to heal the major arteries that had been severed and slightly heal the skin. But just that amount of focus exhausted you, you were used to your magic coming out of your feelings and your heart, not your brain and thoughts.
“Should be good for now,” you slurred and leaned back against… Nothing. There was nothing behind you. You fell back and closed your eyes, ignoring Rick calling your name. You’d done your job. Time to rest.
When you awoke, you were arriving back at Belle Reve, and you fumbled your way into a sitting position.
“You’ve been asleep for hours, darlin’, you alright?” Rick asked you softly and you nodded, stretching and yawning.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You wondered aloud and Rick smiled.
“I’m doing just fine because of you. I knew you could do it. You saved my life,” you were quiet as the others unloaded from the truck, but made to stand up. Rick reached out and pulled you back down.
“I’d like to thank you for saving me,” he was soft spoken now, voice low and heavy. You gulped and looked down at where his hand was holding yours.
“It’s really not a problem,” you started but he tutted at you.
“You knocked yourself out just to help me. It’s not nothin, pretty girl,” he was smiling now that you looked up at him with wide eyes. His hand glided along your skin from your wrist up past your shoulder and came to a stop when he was cupping your cheek. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, your faces a hair’s breadth away.
“I don’t want you to,” you breathed the words, and you felt his smile when he pressed his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss was everything you had ever wanted. It was warm and inviting, Rick’s lips were soft but insistent upon your own. You loved every second of it.
It took you a moment to move, but you reached out to hold onto his impressive biceps (finally, you’d been aching to feel them for ages) and pulled yourself closer to him. His unoccupied hand trailed along your waist and pulled you even closer, as if he couldn’t get close enough.
You pulled away to breathe and rested your forehead against his.
“That was nice,” you murmured and you felt his laugh brush across your skin.
“I’d like to do it again sometime,” he chuckled, but you frowned.
“I’m a prisoner, Rick,” you muttered, ashamed, and he stopped laughing.
“Y/N, didn’t you realize? This last mission ended your sentence here. You’re done at Belle Reve,” he shook his head at you, and you counted the years and missions in your head. It added up. You didn’t need to serve any more time. Your mouth popped open in shock and Rick held back his laughter this time, only allowing himself to reach out and close your mouth.
“I’m free?” Your voice was small, and Rick’s smile got all the brighter.
“You are. The real question is, are you free to go on a date tomorrow night?”
#rick flag#rick flag x reader#rick flag imagines#rick flag imagine#rick flag x you#drabble#the suicide squad#suicide squad#prompt#rick flag drabble#dceu fanfiction
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I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.
It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)
She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.
Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.
They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.
Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.
She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)
“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.
“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”
“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”
Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”
“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”
“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”
Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”
“Both I guess?”
“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”
My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.
“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”
“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.
“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”
“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”
“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.
“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.
“Don’t remind me.”
“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.
“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.
“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.
Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.
She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.
“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.
“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”
With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.
“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”
“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”
“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.
“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.
“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”
“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.
Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”
Culpa?
A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.
Culpa?
“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”
“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.
He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.
“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.
“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.
“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”
“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”
“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”
“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”
“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.
“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.
“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”
“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.
She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.
“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.
“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.
“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”
“Sure.”
She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.
It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.
This was... going to be complicated.
#felinette#ml felix#felix agreste#felix culpa#marinette dupain cheng#ml marinette#ml alya#alya cesaire#ml nino#nino lahiffe#ml adrien#adrien agreste
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Top Shelf - A Marie-Philip Poulin Imagine
Based off the game last night, reader is American and loses to MPP and the Canadians in the final
A/N: This is the first of two imagines based on the Worlds, I also am writing one where the reader is Canadian and wins gold. Rip to the Americans but the game last night was the highlight of my life
As soon as Y/N saw the shot she knew it went in. It was the perfect play, streaking into the zone, perfect pass just out of the reach of the defender, top shelf, off the cross bar and in. It didn’t matter that the refs waved it off, Y/N knew once they reviewed it, it was over. When the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, Y/N hung her head, skating over to the bench to wallow with her teammates over the loss. Behind her, she could hear Team Canada celebrating, but she kept her focus on her coach and her teammates, knowing that if she looked back, if she saw what she could’ve had, she’d break down right there on the ice.
Some teammates were already crying, some just looked defeated, an empty hollow look in their eyes, and some looked angry, either at themselves or at the refs or at Canada or even at their own teammates. Y/N could only imagine what she looked like.
As soon as the medals were handed out, Y/N rushed to the locker room. She didn’t bristle at the back pats Coyne and Knight were giving out, she didn’t argue or fight or even react when Knight told her she was proud of her.
“Seriously,” Knight said, keeping her hand on Y/N’s shoulder until Y/N finally made eye contact, “I am so proud of you. You kicked ass this tournament. It just wasn’t meant to be.”
“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled.
Distantly, she could hear the cheers and the celebration from the other locker room and she hurried to get changed quickly so she could get on the bus and back to the hotel as quick as possible. The mood in the locker room weighed down heavily on everyone, the loss stinging as everyone went over the game in their heads, trying to figure out what went wrong.
They were cruising in the first, 2-0 up, they all felt like they had the gold in their hands. Then the second, when it all fell apart. And the third, where so many chances, game winning chances, were missed. Finally overtime, more game winning chances missed, until Marie-Philip Poulin made them pay.
Y/N didn’t want to think about her girlfriend right now. For the first time, she wanted space from her. Knowing that it was her girlfriend who scored the winning goal, her girlfriend who crushed their dreams, made the loss even worse for Y/N. She knew, of course, going in to the game that one of them had to lose, she had just thought that it wouldn’t be her. And she also didn’t think that either of them would be directly responsible for the result.
Everyone went straight to their hotel rooms when they got back. Y/N was glad, she didn’t want to be near any of her teammates right now with the loss still fresh in her mind. She flopped down face first on her bed, not even bothering to shower or even take her shoes off. Y/N didn’t know how long she laid there for, but she did know that she didn’t sleep, just stared at the wall. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and Y/N grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. She thought for a moment of ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail, but knew she had to answer.
“Hi.”
“Hey, baby,” Marie said softly, “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. We fucking lost,” Y/N couldn’t stop the frustration from leaking into her voice. Marie was silent.
“Cong–”
“Sorr–”
They both fell silent again.
“You go first,” Marie said.
“Congrats,” Y/N said, “You guys deserved it. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you too,” Marie said, “And I’m sorry,” Y/N tried to protest but Marie kept on talking, “I know how upset you must be, it’s really hard to lose in a final, I’m sorry mon amour.”
“You should go celebrate,” Y/N said, “You shouldn’t let me bring you down.”
“The celebration isn’t going anywhere, but I couldn’t enjoy it knowing you were all alone somewhere hurting.”
“I love you,” Y/N said, tears finally falling from her eyes.
“J’taime mon coeur,” Marie said, “We’ll be together soon, for real, no social distancing, no quarantine, just you and me wherever you want to go.”
“That sounds nice,” Y/N said, “Tell me about it?”
“We’ll turn our phones off,” Marie said, “We won’t let anyone bother us. It’ll be just us, by the water somewhere. We can go swimming everyday and we can have campfires every night and we’ll roast marshmallows and look at the stars. We won’t think about hockey. No work, just resting and recovering. I’ll get to wake up to you in my arms every morning.”
“I wanna wake up with you and go to sleep with you.”
“So do I, mon amour, I can’t wait.”
Y/N shifted, dragging herself upwards until her head was on her pillow and kicking her shoes off. She pulled the blankets over herself and held the phone closer to her ear. It was a poor substitute but it would do for now.
“Stay on the line until I fall asleep?” Y/N asked.
“Of course.”
“Tell me more about what we’re going to do.”
Y/N let Marie’s voice soothe her to sleep. She knew the loss would hurt for a while, but she also knew that she would be okay, as long as she had Marie by her side. And there was always next year.
#marie philip poulin#marie philip poulin imagine#hockey imagine#womens hockey imagine#rpf#hockey rpf#i've never written for hockey before idk how to tag this
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NCT being whipped for miyazu aria for seven minutes ;
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[ NCT 127 Takes a Friendship Test ; Glamour 2020 ]
offscreen: “So, what was your first impression of Aria?”
Aria pressed herself into Doyoung’s side briefly, muttering a translation of the question into his ear. They had been briefed on the questions beforehand anyway, but she wanted to make sure he understood before he began answering - just in case he had forgotten.
Doyoung tilted his head down to Aria, a mischievous grin making its way onto his face; and it was only then, that Aria remembered exactly how the two had met in the first place.
Aria started to flush, shaking her head rapidly and burying her face into her hands. “Oh god no,” she whined.
Doyoung laughed at her, pulling her into his side with an arm over her shoulder and holding her there while he began speaking.
“Ah, Aria? We met for the first time when Aria was still tiny - well, tinier,”
“Hey!”
“And,” Doyoung continued on, laughing, “I had left my jacket in one of the practice rooms. It was a gift from my hyung, so I had gone back to get it even though it was really late. But when I went in to get it, I found Aria, sitting on the floor in the dark with it over her lap instead.”
At this point, Aria had fully buried her face into Doyoung’s chest, in a futile attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. “I thought it belonged to one of my friends,” she weakly protested, embarrassed by the laughs of the staff members behind the camera. “You scared me when you came in!”
“You stole my jacket!”
Aria sent a withering look to the camera.
“Czennie. Doyoung-oppa doesn’t care if I freeze, I want you to remember this.”
Doyoung gaped at her, yanking her back into his arms with an offended gasp, “Yah, you brat that’s a lie.”
Aria began sliding to the floor, letting her arms go boneless and limp. “You don’t love me!”
Doyoung started to stop with her, trying to hold her up in his arms. “Aria, Aria don’t sit on the floor it’s dirty, get up-”
The music of the other idol groups played quietly through the green room’s speakers, a small television setup in the upper right hand corner allowing the idols inside to monitor the performances outside.
Renjun tossed a half full water bottle over to Jisung, who was sitting on the floor beside the sofa where Jaemin, Jeno and Aria were; all three of them looking elated yet exhausted.
Ridin’ was a choreography heavy dance, and although Aria hadn’t many lines in this particular song, she was still struggling to push through the residual pain in her lower back. She had strained it earlier on in the month, pushing herself too far with too little preparation during rehearsals and was paying the price for it.
Most of Aria’s time in the greenroom before their performance was spent ensuring the other boys that yes, she was ok to perform and no, she wasn’t going to sit this one out.
The boys begrudgingly accepted her protests; but that hadnt stopped Jeno ever-so-carefully tugging her onto the sofa once they returned to the greenroom post-performance, gently pushing her to lie her head down on Jaemin’s lap and bringing her legs up into Jeno’s.
Jisung had wandered over later, eyes stuck to his phone screen but he willingly sacrificed his left hand to hold onto Aria’s when she hissed at the knot Jeno was trying to knead out of her lower back.
Jaemin shushed her softly, running a hand through her hair and untangling strands with his fingers. When Aria’s eyes had clenched shut and a whimper broke out from between her lips, Jeno’s hands froze in their movements, instantly bending closer to whisper apologizes.
“No, no it’s okay,” Aria said, attempting to prop herself up.
Jaemin pressed her back down, her head staying in his lap. “Stop it, let Nono help.”
She knew that there was something more to say, but having awknowledged that their current circumstances were not the best to have such a discussion, he settled for carding a hand through her hair again.
Aria let her eyes drift closed, hand still curled in Jisung’s, and legs pillowed in Jeno’s lap.
Who’s name do you think matches their appearance?
Kun pressed his lips together, thinking.
“Hm, all of the members put a lot of thought into their stage names, so they all fit very well,” he hummed, eyes flickering between the paper and the camera.
He took in a breath, clearly torn.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, looking up to the camera. “Aria, her name fits her really well; Akari is such a beautiful name and it compliments her personality perfectly. She’s really like a fruit sometimes - she’s always cheerful and energetic, like she’s on a constant sugar rush. Very sweet.” the smile that overtook Kun’s features was nothing sort of soft.
He quickly scribbled down Aria’s name in Hangul, before rolling the pen into the middle of his palm and straightening up again.
“Yiyang, is her Chinese name - she asked me to give her one last year. And you shouldn’t listen to Winwin, her full name is Qian Qiuyue, ok?”
Kun was laughing at himself now, picking back up the pen and moving to read the next question.
a/n: i know mr qian kun did NOT just say aria was fruity.
aria nct lgbt sub-unit confirmed
Renjun was sat beside Aria on a single piano stool, shoulders pressed together as she leaned forwards to try and make sense of the notes written on the pages in front of her.
“You know the basics, right?” Renjun questioned, hand coming out to flip forward in the music book a few pages. The single crotchet notes quickly turned into more complex rhythms, and from the side of his vision he could see Aria paling slightly.
He turned his head to look at her, “Riri, c’mon I know you know more than Mary had a Little Lamb, you can’t stay at beginner level forever.”
“Yes I can.” Aria sulked.
Renjun sighed. “You were the one who asked me to teach you.”
“Yes! When I thought it would be easier than this, my fingers just don’t do what they’re meant to do!”
“That’s why I’m here!” Renjun cut off her tirade. “I’m not going to laugh at you if you make mistakes - you’re learning, and everyone makes mistakes when they’re learning.”
“Promise?”
He ruffled her hair slightly, “Promise. Now here, look, this one isn’t difficult you’ll manage this one fine.”
“Injunnie.”
“Mm?”
“-nevermind, okay just. How do I?”
Renjun lifted his hands onto the keys of the piano, showing her the placement of her fingers and getting her to copy him. Aria did so, and then he was running her slowly, step-by-step through the first few bars of the piece, catching her when she played dud notes and clapping softly when she played through without stuttering.
Soon enough, Aria was playing a simplistic but solid melody line with her right hand, basic accompanying chords with her left, and Renjun was staring at the side of her face; head tilted slightly to the left and a small, barely-there proud glint in his eye.
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ARIA~~
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i heard about the tiny horse
do u think they’d let me get one
if i asked nicely??
“Jae, Jae! Jaehyun!” Aria coughed out the older boy’s name, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “If you insist on leaning your entire bodyweight on me, please don’t throttle me in the process.”
The man only sent a weak apologetic grin her way before his feet slid out from underneath him and he was left grappling at the small girl yet again.
“You know when you said you wanted me to teach you ice-skating I didn’t know this was how you were planning on murdering me. If I have to die, I’d rather go out with a bang - ya’know? Not death by groupmate, that’s borinG-” Aria’s voice wobbled as she was pulled yet again.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jaehyun apologized, going so far as to take his hands off her shoulders. “I think I’ve got it now.”
He made it another few steps forward before he was tossed off balance by an eight year old boy rushing past, startling him to the point of jumping backwards.
When Jaehyun’s legs went from underneath him, he flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance - one of the windmilling arms catching Aria’s extended hands in the process.
Aria let out a shriek as her skates went as well, tumbling backwards. Her head would have made a harsh impact onto the ice - no arms ready to catch her fall - if it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s hand catching the back of her neck and taking the brunt of the impact.
Lying on the ground, Jaehyun coughed out a laugh, Aria staring him down.
All too soon though, Aria joined him in the laughter, head still pillowed on Jaehyun’s arm and the pair of them still lying on their backs on the ice.
“Hello everyone, today I’m with my favourite baby, say hi baby!”
Ten’s grin was audible in his words as he spoke to Aria, who waved before opening her mouth. “Your favourite baby?”
Ten cooed, “Yes, my favourite baby,” while crossing the floor of the practice room to throw his arms around Aria.
He rocked her side to side, pressing kisses to the top of her head.
“And what makes me your favourite? You know Yangie won’t be pleased if he hears he’s been replaced,” Aria lifted her head to look up at Ten.
“You accept the title of my baby, and are therefore my favourite. You don’t fight my love.” Ten shakes her dramatically side to side, mourning the one-sided relationship.
Aria only patted his head in solace. “It’s ok. If it’s any consolation the only reason I don’t fight your hugs is because you’re faster than I am.”
Ten let out a pained gasp. “Betrayed by both my babies. How ever will I survive!”
Aria tried to pry his arms away from her shoulders that were shaking with barely-suppressed laughter, worming her way out from his embrace. Ten only tightened his hold, going limp and dragging her onto the floor.
“No...” Ten cried, “I’m dying...”
Aria’s laughter turned to shrieks when he began to tickle her stomach on the skin that was showing from where her t-shirt had lifted up from the movement.
“No no no no stop Ten, TEN stop I’m sorry I take it back I take it baaack-”
“Say it!” Ten demanded, unrelenting.
“I’m your baby! I’m your baby I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Aria was rolling away from his hands, trying to escape but Ten only turned to lie flat on top of her.
“Exactly.”
a/n: nct world 2.0 gave us so much content of the boys loving aria im :’( smth in the water made aria super cuddly this time around i think she’s after all of their hearts
- aria collecting nct members like pokemon cards
Immediately after Jungwoo’s defeat, Aria sidestepped to behind Lucas where she fisted her hands in his shirt.
“Aria! You’re next!” The presenter called out, and soon all the members in OFN has turned to face her.
She poked her head around to see Yuta standing at the arm wrestling table already, tongue between teeth and grinning at her partially hidden form.
Aria squeaked and ducked back behind Lucas. “Noo,” she moaned, already knowing what was going to happen.
To their credit, Johnny and Jungwoo tried their best to bolster her spirits before she emerged, but Aria still shuffled up to the table with her head tucked down, paying no attention to the calls of support from the boys behind her.
Yuta rolled his sweater sleeve up again, and Aria looked up to meet his eyes.
“Onii-chan~” she tried, biting her lip to stop the laughter from bursting out.
Yuta brought a hand up to his mouth before turning away, eyes wide. Aria could hear the cheers of cute! from her teammates behind her; Yuta’s teammates doing their level best to convince him not to cave under Aria’s widened eyes.
“Onii-chan, you know I’m not very strong,” Aria made sure to heighten her voice’s register a bit, and stuck out her bottom lip, “Can you go easy on me?”
Aria could hear Mark calling out to Yuta to not fall for it.
“Yah!” Aria dropped her voice back to her normal register, yelling out to Mark. “Stop it this is all I have!”
The laughter was heard from across the field from the members in the tents, and Aria was left to sadly shuffle her way closer to the table and interlink her hand with Yuta’s.
He sent her a consoling smile, the referee blew the whistle and then Aria was pushing with all her might against Yuta. Her legs came up like Renjun’s did, face scrunched up with the effort before the back of her hand met the plastic-covered table and Yuta was announced the victor.
He quickly made his way around the table, wrapping Aria in a hug and picking her up to spin her around. Aria only giggled at him, sticking her tongue out at Ten who called Yuta out for fraternizing with the enemy.
Aria knew that a springboard worked off of your downward momentum, so it seemed perfectly logical to assume that if she barreled her bodyweight into the jump, then she would make it high enough to get over the 200cm vault.
She’d made it over the previous heights with varying degrees of success, but the new towering height was throwing her off a bit. Cheers came from both her teammates sitting down beside the mat as well as the other members sitting in the shade.
“Aria! Challenge accepted!” she called out, pumping her fist into the air.
From the corner of her eye, Aria could see Johnny leaning forward with his hands on his knees, watching carefully as she ran up to the springboard. Lucas was in a similar position, was it not for the wide grin he sported.
Beginning her run she tried to use up as much speed as possible, sprinting to the vault before jumping with her feet together onto the springboard and allowing it to propel her up and over the vault.
However what she had failed to account for; was the length of her arms.
Aria made it over the 190cm vault, but her fingertips barely scraped the top and it left her with a choice of either trying to become Superman and face-planting into the mat on the other side, or bringing her legs together prematurely and hope she didn’t lose a leg.
She couldn’t hear the gasps that left everyone’s mouth once her hands missed the top of the vault, missing the way Lucas moved closer to the mat with a jerk forward.
Bringing her legs closed, Aria swung her bodyweight forward and grappled behind her for the vault in a panic. A yelp left her mouth as her hand caught on the rung and she tucked it back into her body when her feet met the edge of the mat.
Unstable, Aria toppled backwards with her hands stretching out behind her again to prevent herself from falling. Her back landed against the vault, and she knocked it over, falling on top of the now-split pieces.
Despite it all, Aria was laughing hysterically, hands coming up to cover her face as she tried to hide her flaming red cheeks. An arm extended to her and she hoisted herself out of the middle of the vault, soon coming to rub at her back.
“Does that count?” Aria could hear the presenters asking should she be disqualified for knocking over the vault even after landing, but she was more concentrated on the hand on her back that was guiding her to her other teammates, all clapping wilding and cheering.
“You okay?” Lucas’ voice came in her ear, laughter but also concern audible in his tone. His hand was still rubbing slowly along her back, soothing the reddened skin underneath the t-shirt she was wearing.
“Yeah I’m fine,” Aria let her head fall forwards as she laughed at the thought of the picture she must have looked, flailing as she barely made it over the vault. “I don’t know if I’ll make it over the next one though.”
“Ah it’s okay. I’ll knock it over too and then I can join you.”
The gate at the back end of the tunnel swung closed with a clang, everyone inside letting out a shout.
Aria, having been standing in front of Johnny, tucked inside his coat while he back hugged her (she wasn’t built for the cold weather, and the denim jacket she wore was doing nothing to save her from hypothermia) let out a yelp and turned her face into Johnny’s chest.
Johnny pushed her behind him slightly as he turned around to look what had happened, and Aria clung to his waist while the others around them furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.
Trapped?
a/n: and a bonus clip bc shes was so CUTE during mtopia i couldnt not
In the emptied dining room, the SuperM members scattered around the different table set ups, searching for the coloured pieces of paper. Taeyong had wandered over to the food counter, while Ten had migrated towards the opposite end of the hall.
Baekhyun could see the other members in various locations; all apart from one.
“Oh? Aria, where did you go?”
The youngest member was no where to be found, and Baekhyun’s question gathered the attention of Taemin and Mark who were standing nearby. Mark tilted his head in a question, eyebrows lifted and then furrowed when he too looked around for the girl and couldn’t find her.
“I’m here!”
Baekhyun let out a small scream, jumping back from the table he was standing beside.
Beneath the tablecloth poked out Aria’s head, a sheepish smile on her face when she realized she’d scared her leader.
“I thought there might be some clues underneath, so I wanted to check.” she explained, slowly shuffling out from underneath the table.
“Baekhyun hyung did she scare you?” Jongin teased, as Taemin cooed over the adorable picture Aria made as she straightened up and brushed off the dust from her skirt.
Baekhyun floundered, spluttering “What? No! I don’t get scared.”
He puffed out his chest theatrically.
“Sorry oppa, I didn’t mean to scare you~” Aria said through suppressed laughter, coming over to hug him around the waist.
Baekhyun deflated slighty, “Ah, it’s okay,” he grumbled, petting her hair.
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Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.
They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”
Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.
The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.
Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.
Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.
Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.
Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.
After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.
Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.
Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.
“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.
“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.
“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”
“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.
“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”
“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”
“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”
“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”
Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.
“I’m literally Chinese.”
“Homophobic, then.”
“Pansexaul,” he sang.
Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”
“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”
The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.
“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”
“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.
“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”
Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.
“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”
“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,
He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.
“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”
His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.
“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.
“Your voice!”
“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”
“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.
“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.
“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.
The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.
Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”
“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”
“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.
“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.
“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.
“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”
“Run me over with a cement truck.”
“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”
“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”
Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.
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