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swifteforeverandalways · 3 years

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Notes: so @lilmissriottbliss and I have both been watching a lot of Chicago Med and decided that the Chicago shows now officially take place in Emoverse! This is just a lil’ one shot of Kate being injured, Rhea and Toni taking her to Chicago Med, and everyone finding out Ethan was once SHIELD. If anyone has questions, toss them in my inbox!

“Hold on, just hold on,” Rhea Ripley muttered, half under her breath, as she ran down the street. Kate Kane was laying, half limp, in Rhea’s arms. It was supposed to be a normal trip, a vacation almost, to Chicago before WWE started touring again but it ended in disaster. Even on vacation, Kate brought her Batwoman suit and it ended with her stabbed.

“M fine,” Kate murmured weakly, even as blood steadily bled out of the wound.

“You aren’t fine, you got stabbed!” Toni snapped, her tone shaky. Kate tried to roll her eyes but winced instead as they burst into the Emergency Department at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.

“Help! We need some help over here!” Rhea shouted. A nurse rushed up to them.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“I’m Rhea, that’s Toni, and this is Kate. Please. You need to help her!” Rhea pleaded.

“Dr. Halstead, over here!” The nurse yelled. A tall, well built man with red hair rushed up.

“What happened?” He demanded.

“We Uh….we um….” Toni stumbled over the question so Rhea quickly butt in.

“We were at the park and Kate was climbing in a tree and fell,” Rhea quickly lied. Dr. Halstead looked unconvinced but still helped Kate onto a gurney. “Someone page Dr. Choi!” “Already on it!” A nurse yelled.

“You look really familiar,” Another nurse commented. “Kate!” Toni cried

“Listen, will you help my girlfriend or not!” Rhea snapped. A Korean man ran up and checked on Kate, making orders quickly.

“Get me a CBC, CMP, tox screen, and type and screen. STAT,” he commanded.

“Make sure the tubes are green and lavender,” Dr. Halstead said before adding a, “Or Raya will have my ass” under his breath. One of the nurses snorted.

“Looks like whatever stabbed her missed her lung by about a centimeter” Dr. Choi said.

“What the hell stabbed her?” Dr. Halstead asked. Toni paled. “She fell off a tree, I didn’t even look when we picked her up” Dr. Choi looked at the two women, frowning. Kate’s heartbeat went slow. “She’s stable” A nurse said, another snapping her finger. “I know you two! You’re wrestlers!”

“Bloody hell, can’t we go anywhere and not be recognized,” Toni grumbled.

“April, leave them alone,” Dr. Choi said with a smile.

“I’ll take the tubes down to the lab,” a new doctor said, walking up.

“Thanks Nat!”

The doctor walked off with the tubes in hand.

“Where can we wait?” Toni asked

“I’ll show you….I actually have a few questions for you two,” Dr. Choi said. Rhea nodded. Dr. Choi led them to a small room and shut the door behind them, crossing his arms and looking at the two. Rhea did the same, Toni sitting down.

“I’ve been a doctor for a very long time, and I know what kinds of injuries are caused by what. And I know that she didn’t fall out of a tree. So what happened?” Dr. Choi said. Rhea looked him in the eye. “I can’t tell you that”

“Why not? Was this a domestic dispute? Those injuries are more from a knife than falling from a tree”

"It wasn't a fight with us, and that's all I can say"

“Kate helps SHIELD,” Toni added.

“The agency that works with the Avengers?”

“Yes, her father runs Crows Security in Gotham,” Rhea said.

“That explains where I’ve seen her. Used to do medical for Shield”

“So trust us when we say, this wasn’t a dispute with us.”

He sighed. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if Chicago P.D gets involved” Toni nodded

“And we’ll let SHIELD know….why did you leave them?” Rhea asked. Dr. Choi’s jaw tightened. “That’s none of your business”

“Fine,” Rhea snapped, “But some agents will be coming here.”

“Then you can ask them” he left. “What a dick”

“We should call Bobbi and let her know.”

Rhea nodded. Toni pulled out her phone, dialing up the number.

“Hello?”

“Hi Bobbi, do you know a Dr. Choi?”

“Yeah, he used to work for SHIELD. Why?”

“Because Kate had a incident with a knife and I’m pretty sure him and Rhea are gonna hurt each other”

“I’ll be there ASAP”

“Thank you”

About fifteen minutes later, Bobbi Morse strode into the room with Jade on her heels.

“Ethan!” She greeted the doctor

“Bobbi. Jade,” Ethan nodded. Bobbi pulled him into a hug, Ethan awkwardly returning it.

“How have you been? It's been ages.”

“Good”

“Have you been going to therapy or are you still overworking yourself?”

“The second one” Will interrupted.

“Damn, he looks like he could be Romanroger’s kid,” Jade joked. Bobbi snorted, turning to Ethan. “I thought when you retired you said you’d take care of yourself.”

Ethan shrugged, looking away awkwardly. Bobbi sighed, noticing Rhea glaring.

“So why did he leave?” Toni asked Bobbi and Jade. Ethan glared.

“What, you said to ask them,” Toni said.

“Ethan used to be a field agent” Bobbi said

“Ooh,” Rhea and Toni nodded in understanding.

“Went down to medical after a mission, been a doctor ever since” Ethan added

“So what happened to Kate? Is she okay?” Jade asked.

“She was stabbed”

“We’re just waiting on the blood test results,” Will added before his phone buzzed with a text.

“Why is Saraya texting you in all caps?”

“Something about Nat saying we were being rude”

Ethan laughed. Will smacked him. “She might be tiny but she’s gonna kick my ass!”

Ethan laughed again. Will stared at Ethan. “Stop laughing!”

“To be fair, tiny people can be scary. One of our wrestlers…..” Toni shuddered, “Took out a guy.”

“With a broken nose”

There was a knock at the door. Will made a noise.

“Come in,” Ethan said. A small woman holding lab papers walked in, glaring at Will. “Hey Raya” She marched up to him and began poking him in the chest. “You. Do. Not. Get. To. Be. Rude. To. Wrestlers!”

“I apologized!”

“Still rude to be rude to them!”

Ethan silently walked out. “Actually it makes sense he's former SHIELD” Rhea noted.

“He never did say where he was before coming here,” Will mused.

“Was he in the Budapest mission?” Jade asked Bobbi, who nodded.

“Thought I recognized him. What happened?”

Bobbi let out a long breath.

“He got shot in the knee, guy came close to killing him, retired from field work not long after”

“Damn,” Jade shook her head.

“He was a good agent”

Bobbi nodded. “He was”

“A bit. Not much, Jemma did a lot more as did Lincoln”

“Lincoln was smart enough to work in med shit?”

“Had a medical degree and everything”

“We sure he didn’t cheat?” “Jade!”

“What?” Jade grinned cheekily. Bobbi shook her head. “I was on Budapest, hell of a two day mission”

Will frowned as there was another knock on the door. A man who looked similar too but a little bit older than Will, and with darker hair, walked in with Natalie behind him.

“This is Detective Halstead”

“Jay Halstead,” Jay extended his hand, “I understand this involved SHIELD?”

“Yes, we can’t exactly say that out loud” Jay nodded

“What happened to the perp?”

“I might have punched him out and left for CPD to deal with” Rhea flexed. “These aren’t just for TV”

Toni laughed slightly, nuzzling her face against Rhea’s shoulder.

“Wow” Jay said

“So will Kate make it?” Toni asked.

“Well she’s in surgery right but we have the best surgeons in the state”

“Not to mention her blood type is O pos, which we have a good amount of, and the rest of her results look normal,” Saraya added. Rhea breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Anyway, I need to get back to the lab,” Saraya said, handing the lab papers to Will.

“Love you” She mock glared. Natalie laughed, pulling her into a hug.

“Where’s Ethan at?”

“He walked out.”

Saraya sighed. Natalie bumped her shoulder gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing much, just thinking about my application to join Shield”

“You applied for SHIELD?”

“Yup. Didn’t get in because of an underlying heart condition”

“Underlying heart condition?” Will frowned.

“Arrhythmia” Saraya said. Will let out a breath.

“Now that I think about it, it was a blessing in disguise. I was able to finish my MLS program”

Will wrapped her into a hard hug. Saraya hugged him back, laughing. “April’s missing too so I assume I know where Ethan is”

“God I was such a bitch to him” Rhea whined.

“Eh, you were worried about Kate. If it had been me injured, Jade would’ve killed him,” Bobbi shrugged. Jade stuck her tongue out.

“Jade’s a bit overprotective,” Bobbi explained, noticing the confused looks on Will, Natalie, and Saraya’s faces. Toni coughed. “Bit?”

“Not my fault I don’t want my wife killed,” Jade shrugged.

“Ethan’s having a panic attack!” April ran down the hall.

“I’ll page Dr. Charles,” Will said but Bobbi grabbed his arm.

“Let me go” She ran after April. In the break room, Ethan was sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“Ethan” Bobbi knelt down and grabbed his hands.

“Leave me alone,” Ethan muttered.

“Not happening” Bobbi sat in front of Ethan, “I know you’re scared, but do you remember what you told me? Back when I was having these?”

Ethan looked up

“That you were safe at SHIELD,” he said.

“Exactly. So you’re safe here”

“How do you know?” Ethan whispered.

“Because you have friends here. You’re alive”

Ethan licked his lips. April leaned down and hugged his head to her chest.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered. Ethan held onto her and took deep breaths. “I’m such a idiot for talking about Budapest”

“Sometimes it feels good to talk about traumas, sometimes I feel better when I talk about….you-know-who,” Bobbi said. Ethan nodded, April kissing his head. “I’m guessing you’re his girlfriend”

April held out her hand. “Fiancée, actually.”

“Nice job Ethan”

Ethan chuckled slightly.

“Alright let’s get up” April eased him off the ground. Ethan smiled at her, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you Bobbi”

“Anytime,” Bobbi smiled.

#Chicago med #rhea ripley #bobbi morse #jade okaia #Kate Kane #Toni storm #Ethan Choi #mockingprincess #BatNightStorm #my writing

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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baby [olivia x leo] one shot

Warnings: Only bad language.

@ibldw-main @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @loveellamae @mskaneko @jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @katedrakeohd @gardeningourmet @emichelle @rainbowsinthestorm @notoriouscs @argylemnwrites

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After a long, long, long day of meetings, brainstorming, video conferences and presentations, Olivia was finally finished for the weekend. As she packed up her bag, she was already planning her evening - long soak in the bathtub, order take out and binge watch an episode of the latest murder documentary she had discovered.

Perfect. Evening.

‘See you on Monday, bitch,’ Olivia said to Camille who was sitting at the desk across from her. Camille raised a hand to her, unable to answer as she was on the phone to her husband, Drake, trying to sort out a babysitter for the weekend after Penelope pulled out at the last minute due to a poodle emergency.

Slinging her handbag over her arm, Olivia strutted through the office, ignoring the admin assistants who called out goodbye to her. She could see freedom through the office doors and she wasn’t stopping for anyone.

She exited outside to the car park, breathing in the fresh air and wondered if it was okay to have a quick cigarette. After deliberating, she took out a cigarette and lit it up, inhaling as she walked to her car.

She let out the smoke and stopped dead.

‘Oh fuck no.’

The black car was parked next to hers again.

It had been like this all week. Olivia would get to work early and park up; when she finished, this black convertible would be parked beside hers, so horrifically close, that it meant Olivia couldn’t get in through her driver door. Twice she had clambered in from the passenger seat. It was degrading and a major inconvenience.

Olivia threw her cigarette to the floor and stomped towards the convertible.

‘I have fucking had it..’ she ground out.

Opening her bag, she brought out her car key and with all the malice she could muster, she dragged the key along the door of the car. It made a pleasing screaming sound as it cut across the paintwork. Music to Olivia’s ears.

She was in the middle of keying an insult into the passenger door when she heard a yell.

‘Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!’

She turned to see a blonde man running towards her with a face like thunder. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the convertible, covering the letters ‘D I C K H’ with her ass.

‘Nothing,’ she said innocently.

The man didn’t believe her, she knew that. He was staring at her as if he could throttle her, which she would love to see him try. He wouldn’t get very far. Olivia went to boxing classes on Sundays and had a black belt in karate. Olivia was a fucking bad ass.

‘You’re fucking keying my car!’ he shouted, pointing to the long scar Olivia’s key had inflicted.

‘Maybe if you learned to park properly in the first place, nobody would key your fucking piece of metal crap!’ Olivia yelled back, stepping towards him.

His eyes flicked to the word she had been in the middle of engraving into the passenger door. Pushing past Olivia, he rushed to the door with his mouth hanging open.

‘Ohhh baby, what did she do to you?’ he croaked. ‘Oh god..’

‘You call your car baby?’ Olivia asked in disgust. ‘Jesus, you need to get laid.’

He whipped around to face her. He had gone bright red with fury. ‘You are fucking insane,’ he told her. ‘Who the fuck does this?!’

‘I do!’ Olivia protested. ‘I’m not gonna apologise by the way because you deserve it! Instead of buying shitty cars, invest in some driving lessons and learn how to parallel park into a fucking space! My grandmother could park better than you, for God’s sake!’

The man pressed his fingers on either side of his nose, clearly exasperated. ‘You’re paying for the damage,’ he said matter of factly.

‘I think I made the car look better to be honest,’ Olivia replied, also matter of factly.

‘Do you realise how much she cost me?!’ he cried. ‘A lot!’

Olivia examined her fingernail, non-plussed. ‘Well, there’s no accounting for taste..’ she muttered.

‘Fucking pay me for the damage!’ he shouted, pointing at his car.

Olivia sighed. ‘Fine. What’s your name? I’ll sort out paying you but it may take 3-5 working days..’

‘Oh for God’s sake,’ he muttered impatiently. ‘Fucking smart ass.’

Olivia’s nose flared in indignation. ‘How dare you-’

‘Says the crazy woman who keyed my car!’

Olivia closed her eyes. Time was running out to get home, take a bath, order take out and binge watch that murder documentary. She needed to sort this out so he would get off her back so she could go home.

‘What’s your name?’ she asked.

‘Leo,’ he said.

‘Okay. Leo. I’m Olivia-’

‘Don’t care, I just want you to pay for the damage.’

Olivia stared at him. Without a word, she turned on her heel and strutted to her own car and opened the passenger door. Flinging the door open, she started to clamber inside, showing Leo how difficult it was to get into the vehicle, thanks to his poor parking.

Leo watched her, his face becoming a picture of embarrassment as he realised just how awkward he had made her life by his shitty parking. He watched her struggle to climb over the stick and felt a wave of shame come over him. His eyes flicked to her pert ass in her tight red leather trousers and he felt a wave of lust come over him too, but he wouldn’t pay attention to that. Not right now anyway. Instead, he focused on feeling guilty as he watched this woman try to get to her driving seat.

‘Look, I’m sorry for parking badly-’

‘It’s fine,’ she said bluntly. ‘I’ll pay you for the damage and you can continue parking like an asshole.’

‘I’ll stop doing it,’ he said. ‘Look, what do you work as in the office? Which department? I can email you my details and we can sort this out nicely. I’ll stop parking like a dickhead and you can stop keying innocent people’s cars. Alright?’

Olivia clenched the steering wheel. ‘Alright,’ she said. ‘I work in marketing. [email protected]. What do you do there?’

Leo chuckled and ran a hand awkwardly through his hair. ‘I, uh..I have a freelance role. But my dad works there full time.’

‘Oh, how nice for you,’ Olivia said dryly.

‘He’s the boss.’

Olivia swallowed and slowly turned to look at Leo, who was looking sheepish.

‘You’re Constantine’s son?’ she croaked.

‘Guilty as charged,’ Leo said.

Olivia rested her forehead against the steering wheel, wishing she could just burst into flames right there. Could this get any worse? Of course he was the boss’ son. He reeked of entitlement.

‘Email me your details,’ she said, slowly looking up at him. ‘Learn how to park.’

Leo smirked. ‘Learn how to key somebody’s car discreetly.’

‘Learn that it’s cringey to call a car “baby”.’

Leo crossed his arms and gave her a lazy smile. ‘Learn how to climb into a car without showing off your ass to the boss’ son.’

Olivia raised an eyebrow. ‘Learn how to stop perving on women, dickhead.’

As Leo tried to think of a comeback, she turned the ignition and reversed out of her space, as smooth as can be, before flipping him her middle finger. She revved the engine and sped out of the car park, leaving Leo in the dust.

‘What a woman..’ he murmured, shaking his head. He had a smile on his face as he opened his car door. Settling into the seat, he turned the key and sighed.

‘I’m sorry for what she did to you, baby,’ he said out loud. ‘We’ll get ya fixed up.’

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On Monday morning, Olivia logged into her work emails and scanned the contents. Minutes from Friday’s meeting, an email from Camille asking if she wanted to go for drinks on Wednesday after work, an email from Kiara who had sent a message to the whole office passive aggressively asking if someone could please stop drinking her soya milk and if they could just come forward, there would be no drama..

An email from Leo.

‘Hey trouble.

Hope you had a good weekend full of keying people’s cars for sport.

Forget paying me back - I can do it myself. But we’re not even yet. Instead of parting with your hard earned money, how about you join me for a drink instead? This Friday night. You can buy me a beer and teach me how to stop perving on women. Sound good?

Leo (the boss’ son)’

Olivia groaned and rested her forehead on the desk. She didn’t owe him anything but she also kind of did. She did try to engrave a rude insult into his car. She had insulted the boss’ son. And he wasn’t holding payment over her head which was a relief. But he was such a skeeze..

Hot though.

She wondered if he liked knife play in the bedroom..

Stop it.

Olivia considered her options, getting back to the situation at hand. If she said no, he might ask her to pay for the damage instead and she didn’t want that. She wasn’t paying to fix that piece of shit.

She composed an email back.

‘Hi.

Fine, sounds good.

Olivia.’

Was that too blunt? Too dry? God, Olivia hated email politics. She preferred to be straight to the point, which often terrified the admin staff who had to email her sometimes. Sighing, she added a P.S.

P.S: I only key your car. It certainly improves its appearance.’

She sent the email and sat back to drink her coffee. Her inbox pinged with a new message instantly.

‘Baby disagrees.

Leo (the boss’ son).’

Olivia rolled her eyes, unable to stop the smile forming on her lips. She felt like Friday was going to be.. Eventful. She should key cars more often.

#olivia nevrakis #leo rhys #trr fanfic

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: [okay so we said that JJ have gone to get the PE shit and are casually having a 🚬 and the teacher is like go see what the hold up is and Ella volunteers cos 1000% that bitch and she of course starts a vague rumour about them being saucy with it] Janis: are the boys saying shit Jimmy: what kind of question's that? Janis: fuck's sake Janis: right, how do you wanna deal from your end Janis: 'cos you can say shit or you can slag me off like you'd never, either way, your move, new boy Jimmy: how do you want me to? Jimmy: I could give a shit what gets said about me Janis: alright, just say nothing then Janis: I'll deck her Jimmy: 👍 Janis: hardly Jimmy: nowt close to a challenge my end Jimmy: and it ain't like you'll have one flooring her Janis: still can't get her to take it back Janis: have to force feed her or some shit for that Jimmy: and what? you've got a missus waiting at home that'll be 💔 you were at it with someone else in the sport's cupboard? Janis: Fuck off Janis: if I've got to explain sexism to you then cba Janis: no one's chatting shit on your name like they are mine Jimmy: I bet lasses are, 'cause I shouldn't have touched you with a barge pole or some bollocks Jimmy: hang on, I'll check Jimmy: [DMs] Janis: and what? Janis: I didn't start it, take it up with Blondie Jimmy: I don't care what any dickhead in this shithole reckons, it's your problem if you do Jimmy: that's what Janis: Don't need your groundbreaking hot take to know that, tah Jimmy: stop whinging at me then, tah Janis: I ain't, do one Janis: I was checking you weren't making it worse for me, that's it Jimmy: job done Jimmy: and there'll be a new #scandal tomorrow so no need to check in with me again Janis: you reckon, new boy? Janis: you'll be lucky if another kid joins before you leave yourself Jimmy: I'll be leaving myself soon as Jimmy: you'll be lucky if it ain't you and 👑💀 stuck doing the project Janis: mistaking me for the bitch that cares about her A Jimmy: nah, I weren't Jimmy: the 😎 ain't prescription Janis: i'd get her to spread that it is Janis: don't wanna shout about how that look is a choice Jimmy: you ain't that bad that I feel the need, looks wise at least Janis: great Jimmy: any road, my brother's deaf, if I start spreading that shit about they'll be asking my sister if she's got a fake leg or some bollocks Jimmy: be a bit rude to her Janis: I'm not gonna chat shit on your unfortunate genetics, don't worry Janis: can't rival mine anyway Jimmy: @iantaylor8 if you wanna have a go Janis: unless he has his own law firm, I'm not bothered Jimmy: 💔 for him Janis: obviously, we had a great time amongst the unwashed bibs and muddy footballs Jimmy: surprised she could get the door open Jimmy: 💀💪 Janis: got that burst of adrenaline knowing she'd get extra treats from her master for it Janis: could've been in there alone, obviously helps other people give more of a fuck that it was you Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: so yeah, it is your fault, cheers Jimmy: didn't send myself or force you to have that 🚬 off me, mate Janis: not my go-to defense story Janis: crying rape might seem kinda cute but I'm alright Jimmy: funny Jimmy: you ain't that cute I NEED to fuck you mid P.E Janis: oh no Janis: let me go cry into the nearest 🏀 Jimmy: the mats would be a better shout, they've managed all that 💦 Janis: oh yeah, bring up the mats Janis: not heard enough about what a romantic setting they are Jimmy: soz, next time I'll assault you in the 🚽 Janis: even better Janis: I'll just stay in there and set up shop Jimmy: 💕 Janis: should've picked an option with a racket Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Janis: work too, fair heft behind that Jimmy: bit of class an' all Jimmy: rich girl won't have nowt to whinge about Janis: 'cos I've proved well classy Jimmy: will do with a full orchestra behind your rampage Janis: I'll find a music nerd in these DMs Jimmy: 🥇💡 Janis: beats Mia suing me 'cos I killed her girlfriend Jimmy: another'd spawn from Mia's rib or some bollocks Jimmy: she'd be alright Jimmy: if she don't regurgitate one like a 🐍 jaw unhinged Janis: 🐑 don't baa on the way out, new boy Janis: ask my sister Jimmy: You're alright, I'd rather not talk to her Janis: wow Janis: same Jimmy: 😱😱😱 OMG Jimmy: no wonder every dickhead thinks we're love's young dream Janis: yeah, she's SUCH a delight, everyone else 💘s her Jimmy: obvs Janis: you're new, so I'll let you off for not being up enough on the gossip this once Jimmy: tah Jimmy: so generous, you Janis: apparently so Jimmy: go on, what do you want me to do Janis: ? Jimmy: you're that 💔 Janis: you can't do fuck all Janis: even if I were Jimmy: Why can't I? Janis: what's to do Janis: they chat shit 'cos they got none of their own Janis: none as interesting as what they wanna gob off about anyway Jimmy: I dunno, that's why I asked Jimmy: but alright Janis: just forget about it 'til they do, like you said Jimmy: nowt to bother remembering Janis: not a diss, just factual so Janis: yeah Jimmy: bet Ella counts her 🚬 Janis: easier habit to hide when you have to brush your teeth at least ten times a day Jimmy: got something else to blame when they go yellow and fall out an' all Janis: set of falsies is the way to go Janis: off and on again whenever you need to purge Janis: I'll float it Jimmy: shame she don't do lads Jimmy: that's a kink right there Janis: she definitely does Janis: that's why this is bullshit Janis: does whatever 💀👑 needs her to Jimmy: I'll live without hearing about them threesomes Janis: grim Jimmy: they still ain't welcome up north Janis: 💔 how will they cope Jimmy: idk idc obvs babes Janis: 🤮🤮🤮 Jimmy: go ahead and spread that about as your official ™ reaction to my 😘 Janis: no one cares if you were good, new boy Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: that'll be why my inbox is full Janis: your inbox is full because a. people think you're good as is b. they wanna know if I am Jimmy: if they reckon I'm good they care enough to have thought about it Janis: alright, they're well concerned Janis: if you need 'em to be Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: you ain't concerned about what I do or don't need Janis: nah, I'm not Janis: just a weird hill to live and die on Jimmy: would be if it were the one I were on Janis: 👍 Janis: just saying, no one is concerning themselves if I had a good time or not Jimmy: I heard you Janis: alright Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: later Janis: [actually later, like a lesson or so whatever] Janis: do you know George Daley? Jimmy: Why? Janis: 'cos I wanna know if he's telling the truth or not Jimmy: about what? Janis: apparently you told him loads of extra details he was loudly telling his mates Jimmy: leave it out Jimmy: new boy, remember Janis: he's not also saying you're best friends Jimmy: I'm saying I've said nowt Jimmy: piss off Janis: okay Janis: you're marginally more plausible than him so take your word Jimmy: I'll take my 🏆 soon as you've engraved it Janis: don't get ahead of yourself Janis: either your imagination is lacking or it's his Janis: and I know you're WELL artistic so Jimmy: alright, stop flirting with me Janis: how many more girls need to tell you that's disgusting Jimmy: how many lasses are in this school? Janis: ha Janis: know they don't do royalty in the north, even they ain't that thick Janis: come up with a new bit probably Jimmy: 👌 Janis: send you his socials if you wanna smack him down Jimmy: go on then Janis: [does] Janis: he's the least attractive one in the groupshot, go figure Jimmy: the 🦐 looking twat? Jimmy: alright Janis: 😂 Janis: good shout Janis: fits with your fish kink Jimmy: What lesson you in? Janis: Physics Jimmy: that's [a classroom/ lab number situ, don't get lost boy] ? Janis: next one along Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [shows up and decks this boy so that all kicks off] Janis: [dramaaaaaaa] Jimmy: [enjoy the show bitches] Janis: [what are you gonna make of that, ladies, when it looks like you're defending her honour instead of your own] Jimmy: [when you lowkey are though, we see you boy] Janis: [we all do, not her though so it's fine] Jimmy: [literally been here no time Jimothy, casual crush at first sight okay then] Janis: [we know you're both hot no hiding from that] Janis: how much trouble you get in? Jimmy: You've been here longer than me, have a guess Janis: 🤔🤔 Janis: depends how much of a good mood the head was in 🥴 Jimmy: ☕ were half full Jimmy: might be 🥃🥃 or 🥃🥃🥃 depending on his measures Janis: either way, bet you have to write him an apology Janis: always make you do that Jimmy: [shows her his 🦐 doodles all over said apology] Jimmy: ✔ Janis: 😏 sincere Jimmy: Am I supposed to invite him out for a 🦐🍛 or what? Janis: no Janis: he'll 😢 and with his eye how it is now, might explode from the pressure Jimmy: can either handle a #ladsnightout or you can't Janis: poor shrimpy Janis: he looks better for the swelling, honestly Jimmy: might write me a thank you note Jimmy: been after a pen pal Jimmy: 💕 Janis: figures Jimmy: ? Janis: artistic Janis: prefer 🖋 over 🗣 Jimmy: nah, just northern Jimmy: can barely write and I need the practice Janis: tell the head that, she can tell her bosses, and they'll get you out of detention Jimmy: 👍 Janis: success story ⭐ Jimmy: my dad will be dead proud Janis: buzzing Jimmy: what am I missing then? Janis: a sense of purpose? Janis: your keys? Janis: what? Jimmy: what 🗨 dickhead Janis: oh, what shrimpdick said? Janis: just more bollocks than I'd heard already Janis: if it were bad before, it's 💘 now Jimmy: you could've said 💀👑 were in there Janis: how was I supposed to know you'd show up Jimmy: what did you think I were gonna do? Janis: well, see him after school sounds a bit gay but Janis: not barge in to a lesson, obviously Jimmy: yeah I asked you for directions I weren't gonna use Janis: I thought you were bullshitting Jimmy: you're alright, there's nobody about to see me 😭 Janis: probably work in our favour once everyone else calms down Janis: reckons we're both gay so Janis: let her do the work with the 🗨 Jimmy: what were it you said? buzzing Jimmy: that'll be me Janis: 👍 Janis: you didn't get in proper shit, did you Jimmy: What's proper shit? Janis: like excluded level Janis: anything below that, not saying sorry for your 😭 Jimmy: weren't after a sorry off you any road Janis: 💔 Jimmy: and I never hit him that hard Janis: I know Janis: but he's being a right tart about it Janis: make more sense if he was good looking to start with Jimmy: 🦐💔 Jimmy: you a vegetarian or what? Janis: hilarious 🙄 Jimmy: 🤡 me Jimmy: it were you who said it Janis: 'cos my taste borders outside aquatic, I'm gay now, alright Jimmy: nowt to do with me Jimmy: literally Janis: you asked Jimmy: nah Janis: you just curious about my dietary needs Jimmy: if that's a crime, give Mia's dad a bell Janis: 🤞💘 Janis: they're well pissed off rn, nothing else Jimmy: sod catholic school, don't even need it Jimmy: about to get into heaven off the back of that Janis: told 'em it weren't me that was getting #saved Jimmy: you wanna piss 'em off a bit more? Janis: obviously? Jimmy: Alright, what would? Jimmy: I'm here, you're there and we're 💕 Janis: you said no one's about? Jimmy: I did do Janis: a teachers showed? Jimmy: nah but that means they could in a bit Janis: fuck it Janis: hang on then Jimmy: 🤞💘 Janis: [ask for a pissbreak, go to whatever room this is and take a #goals selfie for the first time] Jimmy: [love that because it makes the fake dating less out of the blue as a request so well done lads] Janis: [you're welcome] Janis: get more ❤s than her she'll 💥 Jimmy: I'd say challenge accepted but it ain't one Janis: 🥺 when your boyfriend isn't as fit as you thought Jimmy: if you're doing that face since you've been back, you'll really sell the starcrossed lovers angle Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: 😒 translate just as well Jimmy: I get it, there's no oscar in your future Janis: fuck off Janis: it ain't hard Jimmy: couldn't hack the proposition of being in my ad, you Janis: that's different Janis: besides, tell me it won't be funnier to make her do it Jimmy: might be for the first 10 takes Janis: she gets to roleplay with daddy to rehearse she'll be 🏆 Jimmy: SUCH a romantic, you Janis: just want her to be happy, like Jimmy: fuck her, I'm giving you the 🏆 Janis: #blessed Jimmy: that's me, obvs Janis: no, you're #saved Janis: don't hog them all Jimmy: one #'s worth fuck all Jimmy: every dickhead knows you need to flood it Jimmy: bit biblical an' all, that Janis: you get sent her to get turned? Janis: hardcore conversion therapy Janis: here* Jimmy: not gay, just fit and mysterious Janis: 👌 Jimmy: gone right off 🐙🦑🦐🦞🦀🐡🐠🐟 but I don't reckon we can call that hardcore Jimmy: or much of a turn Janis: aren't supposed to eat shellfish actually, so God should be made up Jimmy: success story ⭐ Jimmy: like you said Janis: can go back to where you came from now Janis: in the nicest, non-racist way possible Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: 🙏* Jimmy: tah my dear Janis: not 👠👠 but you get what you pay for Jimmy: ain't my fault the tip jar's got nowt in Jimmy: @💀👑 Janis: I remember Jimmy: she ain't changed her ways or owt recently, funny that Janis: she needs the #bornagain Janis: thank fuck she ain't got a dog Jimmy: Oi, what's El if not a service 🐕? Janis: she walks herself enough though Jimmy: she does do laps round the table before she gets her ☕ Janis: not surprised Janis: beyond surprised she can still manage it without the heart attack, obvs Jimmy: 🙏* Janis: deal with the 😈 Janis: gotcha Jimmy: if you can say fuck it today, why not, like? Janis: decent tagline Janis: I'll put it on the site Jimmy: good shout Jimmy: I were gonna say if you need 📸 for it, give me a shout an' all Janis: like IOU one 💘 selfie? Jimmy: sir ain't getting my nudes that easy Janis: gutted Jimmy: 🎻💔😭 Jimmy: call it another deal with the 😈 if you want, mate, but I were being serious Jimmy: bagsied the 🎨 ages ago Janis: alright Jimmy: alright Janis: was thinking, how do we piss her off more with this project Janis: without it being dead obvious that that's what we're doing Jimmy: Depends Janis: on? Jimmy: do you mean us or the #content? Janis: both Jimmy: what thoughts did you have? Janis: well, obviously we can't put in anything that she can run to sir with Janis: but, like the ad, you can edit it to be like one of those no win no fee things like you said Janis: shit like that Jimmy: Do you know what her dad actually looks like? Janis: hold on Janis: [finds his linkedin or whatever 'cos that bitch] Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: you reckon we could use his shit Janis: he has a website as well, can take bits of that as #inspiration Jimmy: few edits so it ain't LITERALLY his, bit of a parody, OMG she'll be fuming Janis: right, that's the VIBE Janis: could use his face but distort it, shadow it, put a bag over Janis: you know she'd know still Jimmy: I've been pissing about with hers an' all Jimmy: [shows her what he's been up to because he didn't have her father's deets] Janis: that's good Janis: on the same page on this one Janis: make 'em victims of medical negligence or something Janis: botched hair transplant Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: dickheads sometimes put a 👍 review of their website, happy clients that sort of bollocks Janis: right Janis: and if we make her the lawyer she wants to be Janis: can't really complain Jimmy: she can't but not to sir Jimmy: can* Janis: that's all I care about Janis: she ain't gonna stop COMING for me 😭 Jimmy: or her man for me 😱😱 Janis: soz I don't know what classes he takes so you can smack him and all Jimmy: he'll find me, unless they're both all mouth Janis: 🤷 Jimmy: *🤞 Janis: least the muscles are purely for show Jimmy: 💪🏆 me Janis: mhmm Jimmy: so complimentary, you Jimmy: I get why your inbox is full Janis: don't need to be Janis: I'm the 🏆 Jimmy: I'm taking back the one I gave you a bit ago for generosity or whatever bollocks it were Janis: I'll survive, mate Jimmy: 👌 dry your eyes and crack on Janis: enjoy your DMs Jimmy: Oi I'm illiterate remember, and there's no need to rub it in, Janet Janis: there'll be lots of pictures for you, no doubt Janis: get the gist real easy Jimmy: 🤤🤤😍😍 Jimmy: might be right about me being saved Janis: 😷 GROSS Jimmy: we'll both live Jimmy: 💔🎻 Janis: real tragedy that Jimmy: give it a few years to get on the English curriculum Janis: not that you'll ever know Jimmy: might still be trying to pass it Janis: awh Jimmy: *🤷 Janis: i'm well concerned about your education Jimmy: HANG ON, is this NERD FLIRTING?!! 💕🤓 Jimmy: I'd heard loads about it Janis: have to see what 💀👑 reckons Jimmy: I'll @ her Janis: she'll love that Jimmy: [does obviously and sends her whatever response] Janis: good to know she's SO on board with this 💘 Janis: have to keep it up if she's gonna be so 😭 😤 Jimmy: if she can't have us, next best, obvs Janis: now she knows how poor Ella feels Jimmy: what the fuck is going on there? Janis: if she ain't in love with her idk Janis: she don't need her to buy her shit Jimmy: I'll have to @ her an' all Janis: fill your boots sherlock Janis: 🤞 it's a death cult naturally, so they take my sister with 'em Jimmy: sounds like a bit of me, that Jimmy: gutted I pissed off their leader Janis: well, you want a new 👜 she'll take you in and make you pay with 🩸🥵😭 Jimmy: if it can start a gay teletubby scandal, might do something for me Janis: better rep than 💫💘 Janis: probably Jimmy: what ain't? Janis: cheer Janis: s Janis: not the only one with an inbox full of hilarious 'better' offers Jimmy: you wanna go from 😍😍 to 💀💀💀 in 3 days that's your shout Jimmy: be a record around here at any rate Janis: I'll just do one when you get mixed messages and top yourself Jimmy: take it up with the 'better' offers, more of 'em you can take out, the 'better' this shithole would be Janis: no shit, like Janis: not that much of a slag, sadly Jimmy: you called me Sherlock, pointing out the bloody obvious is my job done Janis: go shoot up and go to your mind palace, like Jimmy: not that much of a druggie, sadly Janis: letdown Janis: said you were 😎 Jimmy: 😎 by 💀👑 standards is bound to be a letdown by yours, Jules Janis: understatement Jimmy: alright, bighead Janis: coming from you, that's almost a compliment Jimmy: I know Jimmy: you can stop fishing now Janis: piss off Jimmy: 😏 Janis: 🖕🖕🖕 NEW BOY Jimmy: 💕 Janis: anything that reminds you of our glorious leader 😍 Jimmy: this teacher's ☕ breath is really doing it for me Janis: cruel and unusual punishment that Janis: tell socials you're being tortured Jimmy: start me a # Janis: #justiceforjimmy is catchy but you don't have a name so won't help Jimmy: @ Mia's dad for legal words beginning with n Jimmy: 🤞 he's got that far in the alphabet or you're on your own, girl Janis: I'll have to go for the cryptic #whereisnewboy Janis: not having 👀 on you must be well distressing for them anyway Jimmy: steady on though, sounds a bit like I've already ghosted you Jimmy: not very #goals that Janis: oh yeah Janis: 🐇🐇🐇 Jimmy: 🐇 on the boil or nowt Jimmy: 💀👑 rule 1 Janis: I'll think on it then 👻 boy Jimmy: 👍 Janis: #getghostboyout Janis: how long did you actually get in there? Jimmy: #bustoutghostboy Janis: lowkey suggestive Jimmy: 👻👻👻👻👻👻👻 Jimmy: right, they'll LOVE that Janis: [pisstakey socials] Jimmy: [replies that are lowkey suggestive because we know we've started something] Janis: [when you don't even know what you're doing but you're doing IT] Jimmy: [god bless you both]

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Angiewolf AU - Adjustments

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Well, would you look at that, I’m doing a third day in a row of not writing one of the prompts in my inbox for NaNoWriMo. Whoops. What can I say, inspiration strikes when inspiration strikes.

Anyways, here’s Dipper in the Angiewolf AU, adjusting to his new lycanthropic status and abilities.

Word count: 2069

Dipper ate his last piece of bacon. He looked over at Angie, who was washing the dishes from breakfast in the sink.

“I’m done,” he said. Angie looked up. She beamed.

“Good. Young pups like yourself need plenty of protein. Now that you’ve finished yer breakfast, we can go chat in the living room, explain everything.”

“Awesome!” Mabel jumped off her chair eagerly. Dipper followed suit.

“What the heck was that for?” a voice shouted. Angie’s eyes widened. She rushed to the living room, still holding a sudsy spatula. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look before following. When they got to the living room, Dipper and Mabel gaped. Stan and Ford were at each other’s throats, clearly about to launch into a physical fight.

“What’s goin’ on?” Angie demanded. Stan and Ford looked over at her.

“Ford just blamed me for Dipper getting turned,” Stan ground out. His eyes were catching the light in a strange, glimmering manner. Angie put her hands on her hips, glaring at Ford.

“I didn’t blame him,” Ford said. “I merely pointed out how a child under his watch was bitten by a werewolf. And how I’m, frankly, not that surprised.”

“Shut up,” Stan snarled.

“I’m just stating facts,” Ford said with a shrug. “You were in charge of two children. They were targeted by a rogue werewolf, and in the process of protecting said children from a dangerous stranger, one was bitten. And you weren’t even involved in protecting Dipper and Mabel! Your wife was attacking the interloper, your daughters were taking Dipper and Mabel to safety. Where were you? In the house.”

“You little piece of-” Stan started.

“Honestly, I don’t know why Dipper and Mabel’s parents trusted you to look after them,” Ford said, talking over Stan. “You’re clearly not-”

“Enough!” Angie roared. Stan and Ford stopped. Angie clenched the spatula she was holding. It snapped in half. Dipper and Mabel jumped, startled by the show of strength. Her eyes were glimmering ominously like Stan’s, far different from the warm twinkle they normally had. “Stanford, leave.”

“What?” Ford said. Angie pointed in the direction of the front door with the broken spatula.

“Leave! I refuse to allow ya to say this in my house! Yer blamin’ Stan fer somethin’ he had no part in. Molly accidentally nipped Dipper in the chaos of savin’ his life. But ya think Stan is somehow at fault? No!” Ford took a step back. He was clearly unnerved by Angie’s fury. “I know yer angry at Stan. And I know that you have been nothin’ but cordial to myself and the pups. But you bein’ so sweet to us don’t make up fer bein’ so rude to Stan. Neither does yer anger.”

“Angie, I need to explain everything to the children.”

“That can happen later, at a dif’rent location,” Angie said flatly. She crossed her arms. “Yer not welcome in these four walls. Leave. ‘Fore I remove ya myself.” Angie leaned forward. “You know full well I’m completely capable of doin’ that.” She snarled softly. Ford swallowed.

“Fine.” Ford strode out of the house angrily, his trenchcoat swirling around him. The front door opened.

“Hey, Uncle For-” Molly started. The door slammed. “…Okay.” Molly walked into the living room. “What was that about?”

“Your mom kicked him outta the house for yelling at me,” Stan said. He gestured at the couch. “Go ahead and take a seat, kids. Looks like we’ll have to tell our ‘mysterious backstory’ without Ford.”

—–

Angie placed a plate piled high with sausage and eggs in front of Dipper. Dipper sighed and poked a sausage.

“Grauntie Angie, I really want something other than meat for breakfast,” he mumbled. Angie smiled at him apologetically.

“Sorry, hon. But ya need yer protein. I know yer gettin’ sick of it, but it’s the best fer ya in the long run. Trust me, the first time you shift, you’ll be grateful ‘bout eatin’ all this meat.” Dipper stabbed the sausage he had been poking.

“It just seems unfair that Mabel gets chocolate chip pancakes, and I’m eating eggs for the tenth day in a row.”

“They’re not chocolate chip,” Mabel said through a mouthful of pancake. Dipper frowned.

“Then why does the kitchen smell like chocolate?” he asked. Mabel frowned back.

“It doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does,” Dipper insisted. Angie looked over at Emily, who was absentmindedly poking the pan Angie had cooked sausage in and licking the grease off her fingers.

“Emily, honey,” Angie hissed. Emily looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Did ya hear what Dipper said?”

“Uh, no. I was tryin’ to remember a song I heard the other day.” Emily cocked her head curiously. “What’d ya say, Dipper?”

“He said the kitchen smells like chocolate,” Mabel said. “Even though it doesn’t.” Emily’s eyes widened.

“Oh!” She looked at Angie. “Should I get somethin’ to test-” Angie nodded. Emily grinned and rushed out of the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Dipper asked. Angie waved a hand.

“You’ll see.” Angie watched Dipper carefully. “Tell me, Dipper, does the kitchen still smell like chocolate?” Dipper sniffed the air experimentally.

“…No. It doesn’t.” He wrinkled his nose. “But your perfume is really strong today.” Angie raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“I think you smell great, Grauntie Angie,” Mabel jumped in. Angie let out a bark of laughter.

“Yer such a sweetie, Mabel,” she said. Dipper frowned as the chocolate smell from before appeared again. Emily came rushing back into the kitchen, carrying a jean jacket. She dropped the jacket on the table.

“Take a whiff of that, Dipper,” she instructed.

“Uh…what?” Dipper said.

“Just humor us, dear,” Angie said. Dipper reluctantly picked the jacket up and sniffed it. His eyes widened. “What does it smell like?”

“Vanilla,” Dipper said quietly.

“What?” Mabel grabbed the jacket from her twin. She sniffed it in an exaggerated manner. “No, it doesn’t. It just smells like a normal jacket. Your nose must be on the fritz, bro-bro.”

“Actually, it’s the opposite,” Angie said. She smiled at Dipper. “You see, everyone has a specific scent that only werewolves can detect. Fer example, Stan smells like smoke. I smell like flowers.” Angie nodded at Emily. “Emily smells like chocolate, and her brother, Caleb, aka the owner of that there jacket, smells like vanilla.”

“Then- what- what does this mean?” Dipper asked. Emily beamed. She reached over to ruffle Dipper’s hair.

“It means yer wolf nose is comin’ in, cousin!” she enthused.

“…Oh.” Dipper nudged a piece of egg on his plate. “Yay.”

—–

Mabel silently padded her way down the stairs and the hall, joining Dipper by the front door. Everyone else in the house was asleep; they had been for an hour or so. It was the perfect time to sneak out to adventure without an escort from Molly or Emily. Dipper reached for the door handle. His nose twitched. He could smell smoke.

“Kids,” a voice rumbled. Dipper and Mabel spun around.

“H-hey, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper managed. Stan crossed his arms.

“You’re not leaving the house without protection.”

“But-”

“Especially when it’s this late! Do you have clue what sorta creatures come out at night?”

“No, because you won’t let me explore!” Dipper snapped. Stan’s scowl grew deeper.

“Look, kid. You already got hurt under my watch. I’m not gonna let it happen again.”

“We won’t get hurt,” Mabel said. “Wendy’s gonna meet us!”

“Wendy’s a great gal,” Stan said. A note of fondness snuck into his voice. He shook his head. “But even she can’t protect you from rogue werewolves, or vampires, or demons, or whatever. Dipper, you can’t tell, but you’ve been giving off a massive ‘new pup’ scent. It’ll attract any werewolf to you as well as anything that wants to eat a new pup. Not to mention, you’re clearly part of my pack, and my pack’s made some enemies. There are plenty of scary things that will go after you if you take a step outside without someone to protect you.”

“But-” Dipper started.

“No buts ‘cept yours in bed,” Stan growled. He picked Dipper up by his shirt collar.

“Wh- hey!” Dipper protested.

“Emily!”

“Yes?” Emily said, appearing seemingly from thin air.

“Help me get these gremlins to bed.”

“You got it, Dad.” Emily scooped Mabel into her arms and followed Stan to the guest room Dipper and Mabel were staying in. Stan wordlessly tossed Dipper onto his bed, then stormed out, grumbling. Emily more gently set Mabel down. Dipper pouted.

“Aw, don’t get like that, cuz,” Emily crooned, poking Dipper playfully.

“I don’t get it,” Dipper muttered. “We snuck out that way plenty of times and never got caught.”

“Oh, we knew you were sneakin’ out,” Emily said. Dipper and Mabel stared at her. Emily shrugged. “We could hear ya. Werewolves have some darn good ears.”

“Then why didn’t you ever stop us?” Mabel asked.

“We figured that nothin’ would come after ya so long as ya stayed in our territory.” Emily’s face clouded over. “‘Course, now we know that ain’t quite true. Seems like some critters are takin’ advantage of my folks gettin’ on in age.” She cleared her throat. “Anyways. We decided that the risk to yer health was low enough that we didn’t need to intervene. But now…”

“I’m basically a magnet for things that would hurt us,” Dipper said. Emily nodded.

“Got it in one.” She turned off the light, but left the lamp on the end table lit. “Sleep well, cousins.”

“Good night, Emily,” Mabel said.

“Night,” Dipper mumbled. Emily left, closing the door behind her. Dipper sighed and flopped back onto his bed. “This sucks! Being a werewolf sucks!”

“Yeah. You’d think it’d be more fun,” Mabel said. “I mean, getting to smell and hear things normal people can’t? That’s like, way cool.”

“What use are my superpowers if I can’t go outside and practice using them?” Dipper muttered. He froze.

“The kid’s losing his mind,” Stan said. Dipper sat upright. Mabel looked at him.

“Dipper? Something wrong?”

“I- I can hear Stan talking.”

“What? But he’s all the way downstairs.” Mabel’s eyes widened. “Hang on. Do you think your werewolf hearing is showing up?”

“I- I don’t know. Maybe? Be quiet, I’ll see if I can hear anything else.” Dipper strained to hear something. He was about to give up when he heard Angie speak.

“I know. It’s not good fer a young boy his age to be cooped up all the time, or only allowed to leave with an escort.” Angie sighed. “But we don’t have a choice. We have to keep him safe. We’ve failed that task once. We can’t fail again.”

“You’re right.” There was some faint creaking. Stan was presumably getting back into bed with Angie. “Still can’t believe he got turned under our watch.”

“Stop beatin’ yourself up so much over this, darlin’.”

“I can’t. Angie, I promised their parents I’d take care of them. I couldn’t do it. The only- the only silver lining is that Dipper didn’t go through the godawful transition stage I did when I got turned.”

“I think that might have somethin’ to do with how young he is. We’ve never seen a werewolf get turned as a child. Things ‘re goin’ to be dif’rent fer Dipper.”

“Yeah.” Stan let out a heavy sigh. “I just hope we can handle the differences all right. Help the kid so that he experiences the least amount of pain possible. At this point, that’s all we can do.” Dipper shook his head, deciding he’d heard enough.

“Well?” Mabel asked. “Could you hear Stan talking?”

“Yeah, I could.” Dipper stared down at his hands, trying to imagine what they would look like covered in fur. He swallowed nervously. “He and Grauntie Angie were mostly talking about me, and the transition from human to werewolf.”

“Oh.” Mabel sounded disappointed. “I was kinda hoping there was gonna be some big secret you’d find out from eavesdropping. Like, maybe Stan and Ford have a triplet brother or something.”

“What, finding out Stan has a twin brother and that he’s a werewolf isn’t a big enough secret for you?” Dipper asked. “You’re starting to sound like me.” Mabel laughed.

“Good point, bro-bro.” She crawled underneath her covers. “Night.”

“Night.” Dipper turned off the lamp. He stared up at the ceiling silently, trying to not think about the upcoming full moon.

When he finally fell asleep, his dreams were full of wolves.

#I combined a few scenes I talked about recently into this #bc I really wanted to write those scenes and also write Dipper adjusting #love me some awkwardness of new werewolf abilities #Dipper definitely struggles to turn on and off the super hearing and super smelling for a while #Angiewolf AU #Stangie Family #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Molly Pines #Emily Pines #(man look at all those Pineses)#my writing #ficlet #NaNoWriMo 18 #speecher speaks

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checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself · 6 years

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Wrote another fun fic involving the Fusion Dimension and how this arc is killing me

“Love Letters From Synchro” 2.4k

Shinji’s just calling to check in on Crow. Nothing worse than getting sent to voicemail, right?

Crow sat on the boat, Reira leaning on his leg, fast asleep. He was listening to the wind as it swept the ocean. He had heard the ocean traveling from the Commons to the City, but never this close up. The thrum, the bird squawks, the beeping- wait, that wasn’t the ocean; that was his disc. The beeping woke up Reira, who scootched away from the noise, closer to Tsukikage, who was starboard. Crow managed to pick it up by the second ring. “Hello?”

“Crow!” Of course it was Shinji calling. “I wasn’t sure if it would let me call you this far away. What time is it? Are we the same time zone? Don’t tell me it’s nighttime and I woke you up- sorry!”

A laugh. “Nah, I’m good, Shinji,” He nodded at Tsukikage and Reira, moving away to continue talking. “I’m pretty surprised they work too, actually- oh, and it’s 9am. You?”

Shinji nodded on the other side on the conversation. “9am here too. Good thing it’s consistent. It’d be a bitch to convert the time every time I wanted to call you.”

Crow giggled quietly. “Language, mister. Reira’s here.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll try to remember.”

Reiji made a neck cutting gesture, pointing at the upcoming ship- wait was that a pirate ship? “Gotta go, babe; I’m gonna fight some pirates.”

“Bring me back a doubloon,” Shinji laughed.

“I’ll see what I can do. Call me back later,” Crow cooed, hanging up his disc. He summoned out Raikiri- just in case.

Shingo lied against the grass. His duel disc was destroyed- thank a lot for that- and Crow’s disc sat on his chest. Held in front of his face was Crow’s card. He didn’t look scared like all the others that were carded. Right before it all happened, he tossed the disc to Shingo. As if it was more important to keep safe than himself. Shingo squeezed his eyes shut, sighing as he kept the card close. He couldn’t lose it. Protecting it was his responsibility. It was his fault this happened.

From his chest, Crow’s disc rang. In a panic, Shingo muted the disc. Silently calling was “Honey” with an obnoxious amount of bee and honeypot emojis. That was his boyfriend right? What was his name? It was similar, but nowhere as pretty as “Shingo” ...oh yeah, Shinji. That was it. A message popped up saying “Going To Voicemail”. Curious, Shingo unmuted it.

“Heya Crow!” Shinji’s voice chimed. Shingo had remembered Shinji’s voice from when they were underground, but he was nowhere as chipper back then. “Just tucked the kids in, they miss you very much.” Is this all? Shingo had half the nerve to pick up and say Crow wasn’t available at the time and he should try again later, but he was snapped out of his anger, hearing a sniffle. “We all do, ya know. Now I know how you feel when I don’t come home for days on end.” Shingo was silent. He knew what that was like. Some days his dad wouldn’t come back, leaving him alone for the night. He’d practically have to beg his friends to stay over those nights; he couldn’t stand it. Shinji laughed, choking a little. “Please call me back soon- oh and look! I didn’t swear for you. I’m getting better, I promise.” With that, Shinji ended the call. A small mailbox icon popped up, saving the message. Crow would get to listen to it later. Right?

Shingo barely got any sleep. He had slept on his side, head on Gongenzaka’s chest, with Gongenzaka’s arm covering his neck, entrapping him. He must have caught him shaking in his sleep and tried is best to restrain him. In Shingo’s arms was the disc; in his pocket, Crow’s card. He dared not jostle it; what if they still felt pain while in the cards?

He struggled to get out, only to be interrupted by Crow’s disc beeping again. Had he forgotten to mute it after the first message? The noise woke up Gongenzaka, who fortunately released Shingo. “Is that yours?” He asked, “shouldn’t you pick it up?”

Shingo shook his head, wiping the tears he must have leaked in his sleep. “I just… let it ring.”

They did, the disc presenting the same “Going To Voicemail” it displayed last night. “I was so sure you would have called, ya know,” Shinji hummed into the receiver. Gongenzaka went to press the “enter call” button, but Shingo snatched it away. “Anyways, hi Crow! It's your loving boyfriend just calling this morning to say good morning!” Shinji laughed, which made Shingo grit his teeth. “The kids have been very good and they’ve been doing all their chores. I've been taking your role best I can. Tony and Damon visited the other day, told me to say hi! The City’s restoration is going swimmingly! Be sure to tell me how the pirate thing went! Oh, I'm running out of time! See you soon!” As soon as it started, the call ended. The inbox icon read a red “2” now.

Shingo pulled himself up into a sitting position, the disc in his lap. Gongenzaka mirrored it, crossing his arms. “Sawatari, you should have picked up and told him what happened.”

“I can’t,” Shingo whispered, pulling the disc to his chest, small tears bubbling in his eyes. “I just can’t do that to him.”

He kept both close to him. Neither the disc, nor the card, was ever out of his sight. Shingo was starting to wish he had brought a backpack. He sat with the others who were thinking up strategies, but Shingo couldn’t concentrate. As if to spite him, the disc rang. Yuuya and the others turned to him, curious. “This better be short,” Shingo hissed. He didn’t really mean that. Crow was gonna get to hear how much Shinji missed him, so of course he wouldn’t want Shinji to cut corners. Crow deserved all of it.

The disc switched the voicemail. “You know, it’s rude to listen to someone else’s calls,” Yuuya chided with a quirked eyebrow.

“Shut up,” Shingo whispered, leaning in to hear the message.

“Sorry if you're sleeping and can't pick up,” Shinji said, quieter than usual. That was new. Shinji was apologizing. “But we just wanted to say night- right kids?”

Three voices that Shingo would normally say he “unfortunately remembered” if he was in his right mind piped up. “Night dad!” That must have been Amanda, Frank, and Tanner: the Hogan-Weber kids.

Shinji’s tongue clicked. “Oh come on you won't call me dad but-” Shingo couldn’t tell if it was one, but the sound he heard sounded like Shinji shaking his head. “Whatever. Please call back soon! The kids miss you! Almost as much as me, even,” he laughed again. Despite his misery he was still laughing? How much was a facade for Crow? Or for the kids, that matter?

Speaking of the kids- “Shinji!” They all shouted at Shinji. So much for ‘almost’, Shingo guessed. He gave an inaudible sigh. He wished his father or his friends would have called him even just once. He’d been gone, what, weeks? Not even a single text or email. Sure they didn’t really know he left since he kinda snuck out without saying anything, but didn’t they miss him?

Shinji didn’t respond to their pleas. “Gotta go! Can’t let them stay up too long, ya know.” He made a noise that Shingo guessed was an air kiss- not that it was for him, anyways. “Love you to the Fusion Dimension and back!” Again, the inbox icon added another red number.

Shingo choked on his words, watching the disc switch to neutral. Yuuya placed a hand on Shingo’s shoulder. “And back…” he repeated in a whisper. As much as he didn’t want to, he let himself cry in front of the others.

Everyone was grouped up. Shingo was still a mess- physically and mentally. Seeing Crow turn into the card flashed in his head every time he closed his eyes. Was this what it was like to feel “un-fabulous”?

Reiji was lecturing about something. Cooperation or whatever. Where did that get them? Tsukikage and Crow were gone, and he was sure neither he nor Reira were there completely. Not to mention what happened to the girls-

As inconvenient as all the others were, Crow’s disc went off. Reiji sighed. “Sawatari, why are you still holding onto that.” It wasn’t a question.

Shingo scoffed. “It has everything that matters to Crow on it. His numbers, his win streak.” He paused a second. “His… selfies with his kids?” Reiji’s face didn’t change. “He’s gonna need it when he comes back.”

“If,” was Reiji’s only response.

“When,” Shingo hissed, letting the voicemail play.

“Hey Crow!” Shinji said, clearly tired. “I know it's earlier than usual, but I wanted to say hi before I went to work.” He gave out a small yawn. “It's kinda hard sleeping without you here-”

Reiji snatched the duel disc and pressed “enter call” before Shingo could even react. How much had the lack of sleep affected him? “Mr. Weber?” Reiji asked, pushing Shingo’s grabby hands away.

Shinji’s eyes immediately narrowed and his voice got dark. “What the he- who is this? Yuuya? Serena? Are you there?” He asked, desperately trying to match a face to the voice.

“This is Akaba Reiji,” Reiji answered- wow, a straight answer from them? That was rare. “I am the leader of the Lancers. The group that your husband-”

“Boyfriend,” Shinji corrected.

“Boyfriend, joined. Willingly, I may add.” Reiji’s voice was flat and didn’t waver. Reiji’s voice was where emotions went to die.

“What?” Shinji asked. He had remembered someone mentioning the Lancers during the Friendship Cup, but he surely wasn’t listening too well.

“I’m terribly sorry to say, but your ‘boyfriend’ was lost in a duel against the enemy.” Despite the ‘sorry’, Reiji didn’t seem too bothered about the loss.

Shinji was frantic. “What!?” he asked again.

Reiji continued, back to avoiding questions. “I best recommend you do not call this number anymore, as he will not be able to pick up.” They had essentially told Shinji to fuck off with not a shred of remorse. Shingo couldn’t believe this, but he couldn’t move either.

Shinji’s voice was wet and angry. “WHAT HAPPENED!?” He shouted, desperate for even the smallest of an answer.

There wasn’t one. “Goodbye,” Reiji stated as plain as if they had explained that water was indeed wet.

“DO NOT HANG UP YOU BAS-”

Reiji did.

They tossed the disc back to Shingo, suggesting he get rid of it to avoid anymore distractions.

“PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE! WHAT HAPPENED TO CROW!? WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME!? IS EVERYONE’S LIFE JUST SOME STUPID GAME THAT YOU THINK YOU CAN IGNORE IF YOU AREN’T WINNING!? ANSWER ME AKABA.”

“What the hell does “lost” even mean? Is he missing? Did he get captured? Is… did you let him die.”

“Reiji, I took a drive, I’m calm now. Pick up the phone please. What happened to Crow. You need to tell me. Please call me back, Crow already has my number on speed dial.”

“You’re lucky I can’t travel across dimensions and beat your ass, Reiji.”

Shingo sat against a ledge, hugging his knees. The duel disc that sat next to him hadn’t gone off in a while, just the last few popping into the inbox. Reiji and the others left him behind, not wanting Shingo to draw attention by listening to the messages. He didn’t want to stay in the Fusion Dimension. No one needed him here. As skilled as he was, Shingo hadn’t won a single duel without help.

“Akaba, I need to give Crow’s card to Shinji. It’s the only way he’ll understand what happened.”

“Be my guest, but if you do, don’t come back. A true Lancer wouldn’t leave their mission for anything, or anyone.”

He broke from the hold, slapping his cheeks. He couldn’t give up. He was the son of the to-be-mayor of Miami City. Plus there was no way he would let Reiji call him a ‘fake lancer’.

But first…

Shinji was correct: Shinji’s number was on Crow’s speed dial. Shingo pressed it, rocking his knees back and forth. What should he say when he picks up? What would he say if he didn’t pick up?

“Heeya,” a voice stammers out. It’s similar to Shinji’s… but more… intoxicated. “Is that you?”

The ‘you’ is not elaborated on, but Shingo assumes he meant Crow. “Are you drunk?” Shingo thinks out loud, suddenly sick to his stomach.

“Maybe,” Shinji slurs. That definitely means he is. Shingo takes a quiet deep breath. The only thing scarier than his dad saying he’s not coming home was his dad coming home drunk. Shingo would never touch that stuff, not even the fancy wines he sees at parties he gets dragged to. If it had even the slimmest chance of making him act like Furio? Nope. Never. “When are you coming home?” Shinji asked.

Shingo pauses. He forgot to explain who he was. Oops. “I’m... not your boyfriend. I’m Sawatari Shingo.”

“Never heard of you.”

Shingo pouted. “I’m a friend- well, acquaintance of Crow.”

Shinji hummed. “I’m glad Crow has so many close friends. Crow is the best.”

He certainly wasn’t like his father when he was drunk, but Shingo didn’t exactly want to stay on the line too long; Shinji still had the potential to turn on a dime. “Look, I’m calling to say that… well… Crow… Crow was carded.”

There was a long hollow pause. “What…” Shinji swallowed. “What does that even mean.”

“I… don’t know,” Shingo admitted. No one had really explained carding, had they? If they had, he surely wasn’t paying attention.

“He’s dead. Isn’t he,” Shinji stated. There was no question. Just solemn acceptance.

The cold wind was nowhere near as biting as the comment. Shingo took the card out of his pocket, rubbing his thumb against the edge. “I’m… sorry.” A tear splashed onto Crow’s printed face, Shingo promptly rubbing it off. “I would do anything to bring him back.”

Shinji’s voice was wet, but it didn’t sound like he was crying. “I hope he knows I’m sorry. For everything.”

Shingo looked up, seeing some Obelisk Force patrolling around. “If I don’t make it out alive, I’ll tell him for you.” Not waiting for a response, Shingo hung up. He turned off the disc, any new messages wouldn’t be automatically played.

And for the first time in days, Shingo’s thoughts were empty.

#this was VERY NECESSARY I promise #guardianshipping #this is fairly not canon complacent btw #for example? characters have feelings #not mixing up shinji and shingo's names is hell btw don't try this at home

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Ali & Carly

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