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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Jason is a hopeless romantic 100%

it just doesnt show

But everyone goes to him whn its time to plan dates

Dick: Hey, can I ask you something?

Jason, reading: No.

Dick: You see, Wally and I have our weekly date night coming up, but we've been to pretty much every place there is. You got any ideas for how to shake things up?

Jason: *scribbles coordinates and tosses him the Bat-plane keys*

[later]

Wally: Wow, I've never been to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Dick: I'm glad you like it.

Dick: *texts Jason a thumbs up*

Jason: *read at 8:55 PM*

———————

Tim: Jason, glad you're here! I totally forgot it's me and Bernard's six-month anniversary. Help me out, man.

Jason, clipping his toenails: Fine. You better write this down 'cause I'm only saying it once.

Tim: *nods*

Jason: Go to Home Depot. You're gonna need some rope, a tarp, hammer and nails, a hatchet, matches, and fuel. After that...

Tim: *furiously takes notes*

[later]

Bernard: A camping trip was a great idea. It's nice to get away from it all. And I can't believe you set this all up yourself.

Tim, chuckling nervously: What's a boyfriend for if not to build a tent and chop down a tree?

———————

Duke: So the school dance is coming up.

Jason, working: Theme?

Duke: Under the sea.

Jason: Ugh, how cliché. Anyway, Armand's Tailoring has a blue suit that'll match whatever your girlfriend's wearing. Tell him I sent you. After that, call Patricia's Bistro and make a reservation with the code word "surreptitious." Alfred can take you in the limo if you give him a 24-hour heads-up to clean it. Once you're there, remind the DJ he owes me a favor to get your song requests bumped up. And remember, a slow dance is basically moving your feet in a square but otherwise go with the flow.

Duke: Sweet, thanks!

———————

Cass: Steph is sad.

Jason, cooking: *sighs*

Jason: *takes out a tub of ice cream*

Jason: *scoops a hole in the middle*

Jason: *fills it with candy*

Jason: Here.

Cass: Thanks!

———————

*phone rings*

Jason, waking up from a nap: What?

Kory: Sorry if I woke you. Barbara's coming over for breakfast in half an hour but I burned it with my powers. It was supposed to be eggs benedict.

Jason: Order takeout and put it on fancy plates.

Kory: You're a lifesaver—

Jason: *already hung up and went back to sleep*

———————

Kate: It's Renee's birthday tomorrow. I have a gift, but I'm not sure if it's good enough.

Jason, polishing his gun: If it's from you, it will be.

———————

Bruce: *walks in*

Bruce: Hey, son. Selina's not talking to me after our argument. How do I tell her how much she means to me?

Jason, reciting Shakespeare: I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, "I love you."

Bruce: You're right. I'm just gonna tell it to her straight. Thank you.

Bruce: *leaves*

Jason: *takes off his headphones and turns around*

Jason: Did someone say something?

———————

Damian: Todd, what is love supposed to feel like?

Jason: Why do you want to know?

Damian: None of your concern. Now tell me.

Jason: *shoots a training dummy*

Jason: It's when they're lodged in your head like a bullet. Except without the excruciating pain and messy red stuff.

Damian, nodding: Tell me more.

———————

Roy: *takes down a villain*

Jason, sitting on a roof: *wolf whistles*

Roy: The hell?

Jason: I know hot when I see it.

Roy: What are you doing here?

Jason: I brought Arrowdogs.

Roy: You hate Arrowdogs.

Jason: But you don't.

Roy: Aw, how sweet—EYES UP HERE, TODD!

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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oh boy im really in the mood for a highschool au, de-aged derek sterek fics, could you rec me your fave so far?? thank you sm for all you do for this fandom you're a lifesaver!!!!

Sure! Try these ones.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32K

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Where Clouds Roll By by ohanotherday | 22K

Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson’s case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison’s a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he’s back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.

This Time With Feeling by Crimson1 | 36.1K

“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

Play It Again by metisket | 63.2K

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah | 41.2K

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K

Stiles can’t remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he’s there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

Hormonally Yours by Nokomis | 1.1K

Stiles is on a stakeout with adorably teenaged Derek. Makeouts happen.

A Wrinkle in Time by PencilTrash | 2.8K

“But Deaton, how do we change him back?” “I don’t know, Scott.” “Does this potion contain wolfs bane?” “A little.” “What?! But he's… he is… ” Stiles watched as Scott struggled for the correct word, totally freaking out, and gestured at the twitching blanket in Cora’s hold. “… so small,” Scott murmured after a beat.

I’ll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) | 48.1K

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he’d had in mind. He’d thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He’d thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes | 9.2K

After the events of “117”, Derek doesn’t magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he’s stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by callunavulgari | 2.9K

“You feel important,” Derek finally blurts out, the tips of his ears going red the second the words are out of his mouth.

Stiles blinks at him. “What?”

Baby-faced Derek bites his lip again, which is… distracting. “Something is wrong,” he finally says, slowly. “I don’t know what, because none of you are telling me anything—” and ah, there’s a hint of the old Derek. Stiles would recognize that scowl anywhere. “—but I know that everything smells wrong. And that I can’t feel mom anymore. I can’t feel anyone, except for you.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #sterek #deaged!derek #time travel

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archiveikemen · 8 months

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'His Cherished Doll' Story Event: Prologue

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Roger: Come, Little Lady. Drink this drug for me, will you?

A few days ago, Roger had me become part of his experiment for a new drug, in return for the medical treatment I received from him.

Roger: You’re a lifesaver. You’re the only person in this castle who doesn’t have a curse.

Roger: I was having problems because I couldn't accurately determine its effects.

Kate: Um… I definitely won't die from drinking this, right?

Roger: It’s just a drug that increases the efficiency of wound healing. Look, it’s all written down in this document.

(It’s for research purposes, so it’ll be fine… right?)

I drank the clear liquid from one of the test tubes on the table in one gulp.

Roger: It says here that it's not a dangerous drug… huh? What did you just drink?

Kate: The clear drug you told me to drink…

Roger: N-Not this one. I said to drink the blue one…!

Kate: … W-Wha—

A sudden change happened.

(... ugh…)

My head was spinning and the ground felt like it was shaking, and before I knew it—

I became as tiny as a doll.

…

Victor: This is a disaster! Ever since Crown was founded, this is the most terrible thing that has ever happened!

Ellis: … Victor, your words and facial expression don't match.

Elbert: … It can’t be helped. Tiny Kate is… cute.

I explained the situation and received some doll clothes from Victor that he had for some unknown reason, and I was eventually surrounded by all the members of Crown.

(... This is terrible.)

Jude: Hah, you deserve this for signing up for some experiment without thinking it through.

Alfons: I think Roger is partially responsible for leaving such a dangerous drug within reach, though?

Kate: … It’s not Roger’s fault. It was a mistake on my part to drink the wrong drug.

Harrison: This isn’t the time to be playing the blame game.

Liam: That’s right. Kate must be feeling so anxious, we have to find a solution as soon as possible…

William: Roger. What’s your plan to help Kate return to her original size?

(... Please let there be a way for me to go back to normal.)

Roger: I don’t have one at the moment. This was completely unplanned.

(W-What…)

Roger: Don’t look at me like that, little lady. I’ll find a way.

Kate: … Thank you, Roger. I’m counting on you.

Liam: Roger, I’ll help too.

Victor: In that case, everyone who has free time on their hands will help Roger…

Victor: And Kate shall choose who she wants to stay with in the meantime.

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: You’ll need someone to take care of you, won't you?

Elbert: … Someone might step on you in that state.

Victor: Who will be the one to dote on you— ahem, who will you choose to take care of you?

The person I chose to take care of me would be the same person who would protect me.

A wrong decision could lead to a terrible outcome, there was no knowing what would happen to me.

William: What’s your decision, Kate?

The tiny me was faced with a do-or-die decision.

— My future of being cherished remained uncertain.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil story event

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bridgertonbabe · 5 months

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Speaking of the Bridgerton spouse support group, I imagine they would have a group text.

How would the group chat react if Phillip tells them that he forgot Eloises birthday?

BSSG Group Chat

Phillip: Guys I fucked up

Penelope: Oh god what did you do?

Phillip: I completely forgot that today's El's birthday

Lucy: Uh oh

Sophie: 😳

Kate: Wow.

Gareth:

Gareth: yeah this won't end well for you

Michael: I take it if you forgot El's birthday then you've also forgotten it's Fran's birthday too.

Phillip: no

Phillip: FUCK

Sophie: Phil ❗❗❗❗❗❗❗

Gareth: Quite the L my guy.

Lucy: Yeah real talk forgetting your wife's birthday is one thing but forgetting it when it's a double birthday is something else.

Kate: Question; if you managed to forget your wife's shared birthday, have you ever forgotten the twins birthday?

Michael: Ok let's not beat the guy while he's freaking out. He's needs our help.

Kate: How's him forgetting birthdays on us?

Michael: I thought our general plan was to keep the Bridgerton fam out of prison? We'll be failing ourselves if El ends up in prison for killing poor forgetful Phil.

Phillip: Thanks for the reassurance Michael

Simon sent a link

Phillip: Oh... my god

Gareth:

Gareth: holy shit

Lucy: Did you just have those links to hand???????

Kate: How the hell are you more on the ball than Phil for his wife's birthday?

Simon: Oh believe me I'm not

Simon: But Daphne is.

Gareth:

Penelope: omg

Simon: She has a google doc full of links for present ideas for everyone.

Penelope: the motherlode

Gareth: 🤯

Simon: So Phil knock yourself out.

Simon: There's still plenty of tickets available for the V&A exhibit.

Phillip: I've literally just booked everything you sent.

Phillip: Simon I cannot thank you enough, you're a lifesaver.

Phillip: 🙏🙏🙏

Simon: Any time 👍🏽

Michael: Si...

Michael: I don't suppose there's any links on that doc for Franny...

Simon sent a link

Michael: Thanks mate x

Simon: sigh

Simon: So while I have the doc up...

Gareth: link me up bro

Penelope: Link please 🙏

Lucy: well seeing as you're offering 🙌

Kate:

Sophie: If you'd be so kind to maybe send a link or two for present ideas for Ben it'd be greatly appreciated Simon 💙 xxx

Simon: yeah yeah coming right up.

Simon sent a link

...

#asks #bridgerton spouses #group chat au

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charlotte-of-wales · 4 months

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Sophie Winkleman aka Lady Frederick Windsor did an interview for Tatler and so I just wanted to quote some things she said.

“After spending three days in hospital, she learnt that she wouldn’t be paralysed, but she had broken her foot and three bones in her back. She was touched by the support of the then Prince Charles, whose cook at Clarence House supplied her family with meals twice a day for months. ‘It was lifesaving, having this massive thing twice daily that I didn’t have to worry about,’ Winkleman says. Other royal cousins rallied round. Prince William asked an air ambulance colleague to ‘take good care of her’, while Sophie, Countess of Wessex, visited her in hospital.”

“Still, her recuperation was slow and agonising, with Winkleman unable to pick up her children for a year. ‘It was quite sobering. Physio left me in so much pain, it wasn’t working.’ Then she spoke with the Queen at a function. ‘She asked how I was, and she said, “We can’t have that. You have to go in the water.” She told us that when horses had broken backs, they swam, and so she let me use her pool at Buckingham Palace. That’s the reason I got better. It was so typically thoughtful.’

“I love Sophie Edinburgh, Sarah Chatto, Zara, the York girls, Tim and Princess Anne, Fergie, all the Kents and Gloucesters. I love Kate and William, but they’re so busy and don’t live in London, so I don’t see them much.’ The King, she continues, ‘is a very dear friend. I spend a bit of time with him. You see how he works all day long, has a quick supper and then disappears until about 4am to write letters. He cares about so many things and he comes up with brilliant solutions.’

sweet <3 (the styling for the shoot was a mess tho)

#answered

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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id like to request kate bishop x reader. they’re friends and kate comes to reader after getting injured and she is all worried and patches kate up and kate is wondering why she’s so worried and feelings are revealed and they get together and kiss and it’s just cute and fluffy (:

Bestie

You and Kate have been friends for a while, you’ve been at nearly all of her archery events, you’ve been there when she destroyed the tower and you were the first person she called when she met Hawkeye. You, of course, were unbelievable happy for her, she now had a real chance of becoming an Avenger but you’ve never been more scared.

For you Kate was everything and the thought of her getting hurt killed you every night. But hey, you were just the best friend. All you could do was sit there and help her when she was hurt.

Which led to now. She sat on your couch with scratches and blood all over her face. Her suit was ripped at various places and even more blood soaked through the purple fabric turning it a dark brownish red color.

You tried to keep your tears in as you ran trough your flat to find your stuff. When you finally returned you had some tears running down your face but you continued nonetheless. You were dabbing her face with a cotton drenched in Disinfectant to clean the wound before putting band aid on it. “Now pull off your cloths so I can look at the rest of your wounds” your voice wasn’t even nearly stable as you helped her stand up. “What’s wrong y/n/n?” She asked as she pulled down the top of her suit revealing some deeper wounds. “Is that a freaking stab wound?!” You kinda screamed. “Wow calm down.. it’s not as bad as it looks ok? I’m fine” she tried to convince you as you got out some needles and other stuff to sew the wound.

“You’re Fine? You fucking need Stitches Kate!!! Stiches… You should be happy my parents force me to enroll in medicine!” You hissed while getting ready to do the stitches. “Y/n, I’m ok. What is the problem? Aren’t you happy that I’m an avenger? Or that I could at least be one? I fought some really bad guys today, they got Clint so I went to save him. It didn’t go as planned but you know what does go as planned? Nothing right?! So, and then I went…” Kate kept rambling on while you did your best not to hurt her.

“We’re all done, you should go take a shower. Have you eaten anything really today?” She mumbled a no making you shake your head and sigh. “Go shower” you demanded before walking into the kitchen. You quickly fixed some pasta and a drink before also getting some ice packs.

She came back down in sleepwear she always left at yours and wet hair. She looked as beautiful as ever to you even with all the bandaids and bruises in her face.

She settled on the couch as you gave her the food and her drink. “You really are a lifesaver. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you” she said placing one of her hands on your thigh. You only mumbled a mhm staring into the distance.

“You should go to bed. I’ll take the couch” you said as you brought the plate in the kitchen and started to wash it. “What? That’s crazy. We always sleep in the same bed, why not now? I don’t like sleeping alone after stuff like that you know that… so what’s wrong that you don’t want to sleep in the same bed?” She asked concerned as she stood behind you. “I just don’t feel like it alright?” She nodded before making her way upstairs. What you didn’t see were the tears that were streaming down her face and her concerned look.

So here you were sleeping on your couch, well trying to sleep. Not only was the couch extremely uncomfortable but you also couldn’t really sleep without Kate after a mission like that. But you had to distance yourself if you wanted to survive this.

The archer also laid awake in your bed but soon decided that this was stupid. There was clearly something wrong so why wouldn’t you tell her? She decided to make her way downstairs to see if you were also awake. She approached the couch as quietly as she could until she saw that you’re awake.

“Hi, also can’t sleep huh?” She asked as she laid down behind you on the couch spooning you. You hated how it made your heart swoon and even more how you needed this. “Yeah…” it was barely a whisper as it left your mouth. “What is wrong? You’re hiding something and you shouldn’t. We always tell each other everything and I have the feeling that it’s hurting you. And even worse I have the feeling that it has something to do with me, so please just tell me. I can handle it. I promise.” You kept quiet first until she pressed her face into the back of your neck and pulled you even closer. You put your hand on top of the one that was on your waist before speaking. “Katie, it’s going to make things worse” you said stroking her hand. “No it will not. Just tell me. It hurts me to see you hurt” she insisted making you sigh.

“I hate to see you come here hurt every damn day. It hurts and I’m so damn scared. But I can’t say anything about it because I’m just your stupid best friend. I’m so scared that you’re going to get killed out there and I haven’t even had the chance to tell you how much I want to be with you! And so I’m sitting here every night hoping to see you in front of my door alive. It feels terrible. Especially because I know that you’ll be the greatest avenger ever, no matter what your stupid mom says, but it’s getting too much” you finally confessed and by now you were crying.

“Oh y/n why didn’t you tell me earlier? I can’t stop being me but I would very much like you as the girl I’ll come home to every night” she said which shocked you. The long pause scared Kate making her think that she misunderstood your whole monologue. “I mean only if that is what you want, I just thought you know, we like each other so this could be great. We do like each other right?”

“As Long as I’m the girl you’ll stay alive for in every mission that’s totally fine with me” you spoke out as you turned around to face her. “So you’re my girl now right?” She questioned nervously. She let out a ‘sweet’ which caused you to giggle. “Now kiss me you fool”

And oh boy, she did kiss you. She kissed you like no one has ever before. It wasn’t just a kiss it was a complete and signed love confession from the one and only Kate Bishop. “Clint is gonna be so happy about this” she grinned causing you to raise a questioning eyebrow. “The whole time I was only ever talking about you, the way you make me feel and how I want you to be mine. And now you finally are” she explained and kissed you again making you melt into her. “Only yours”

The next time Kate came home with way less injuries and Clint as she wanted her idol to meet the love of her life.

Kates life was finally going great, she didn’t need a supportive mom or a great college degree. She was going to be an avenger, she was friends with her role model and even more important she now had Y/n Y/l/n forever by her side.

I hope you have a great day :)

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x you

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Title: White Collar Wonder Woman Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares.

Note: I've decided to make this tumblr a repository of fic ideas that spill out and I have no idea if they will ever be continued or completed. If you want resolution, this is not for you. Read at your own risk.

Also, I really don't know what this is, other than me venting through fic about some things that really bother me about any modern AU of Bridgerton.

"Somebody help! Please!"

His father's face was turning blue; Eloise was sobbing into her phone. They were in the middle of a park; emergency services wouldn't get to them in time.

Then, she appeared.

"Here," she jabbed his father's thigh with an EpiPen, held it in place, then kneaded the injection site.

The reaction to the epinephrine was instantaneous-- Father gasped and the woman helped him roll onto his hands and knees as he coughed violently.

"You'll still need to take him to the hospital to ensure the reaction doesn't recur. Is your car close?"

"No, we parked on the other side."

"All right. Hold onto your sister."

"What?"

"Hold onto your sister."

"Wh--" Anthony screamed.

Because they were flying. He'd heard rumors that some kind of superhero was now in residence but had scoffed at the notion. Now he was hanging onto Eloise for dear life as they descended, landing in front of the hospital.

"Can you take it from here?"

"What?" He was in a state of shock. He thought he could be excused mild hysteria and total incoherence.

The hospital staff, however, seemed to recognize the woman and calmly listened as they helped his father into a wheelchair and immediately began taking his vitals. Someone soon appeared with a mask and tank of oxygen.

"And I think you might need to give a juicebox to Junior. It was their first time flying."

Said juicebox appeared at his elbow. There was a straw. Without another word, the woman flew away.

Anthony had a very strong urge to knock the juice out of the person's hand; he didn't need to be coddled. He wanted to protest that he was eighteen years old, damn it! He would be starting university in a few weeks! Then he ran that sentence over in his head again and the indignation popped like a week old balloon already in its death throes. The nurse only smiled at him gently, patting his back in sympathy.

This was how: 1. His father's life was saved; 2. Anthony developed A Complex about Mott's Very Fine Apple Juice and always bought Capri Sun for Hyacinth and Gregory; 3. Met Miss Sharma. Though he didn't know that last part yet.

Metropolis gave her the helpful moniker Supermedic because that's what she did: appear during medical emergencies in remote places to deliver lifesaving first aid. Everyone loved her (except people trying to sue her, as she was firmly protected by Good Samaritan laws).

By the time Anthony graduated, however, she had somewhat expanded her repertoire to (of all things) white collar crime. Metropolis was much less pleased with this development. She was given many, many other-- sometimes unflattering-- names and the number of lawsuits filed against her was staggering. (The filings were quite amusing: John Smith v. Jane Doe, a.k.a. Supermedic, a.k.a. Lady Whistleblower, a.k.a. Maid Marian, a.k.a. Mallet of Justice, a.k.a. Ethics Enforcer, a.k.a. The Menace, a.k.a. High Flyer, a.k.a. Has No Jurisdiction)

Everyone had an opinion on her; Anthony's opinion was rather mixed. On the one hand, she saved his father's life. On the other hand, she discovered and very publicly disseminated that Fife was running a side Ponzi scheme through Bridgerton Capital Management. Since Fife was a member of Bridgerton Corporation's board of directors, the company was naturally dragged into the investigation, as well as Bridgerton Holdings, LLC, Bridgerton Group Ltd., and Bridgerton GmbH.

The deposition was almost enough for Anthony to consider banning electronic communications for everyone in every single Bridgerton company; by the end of the two eight-hour sessions of intense questioning examining emails which admittedly looked very bad in the context of Fife's actions, he was certain a colonoscopy without anesthesia would have been more comfortable and less probing.

It did not help at all that one of the lawyers assigned to the investigation was Katharine Sharma. She was not one of the lead attorneys but was very clearly an instrumental member of the team. She was also the older sister of Edwina, with whom Anthony had gone on one disastrous blind date.

Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares; fourth drafts of powerpoints attached to emails he had been cc'ed on but for the life of him could not remember; spreadsheets with twenty hidden tabs that had at one point popped up in Anthony's inbox but had only reviewed the visible worksheets.

So yes, Anthony had mixed feelings about the superhero who had saved his father's life, but also brought into Anthony's life the beautiful, intelligent, aggravating Katharine Sharma, whose first impression of him was bad (really, the less said about his date with Edwina, the better) and second impression even worse.

When Anthony found out that Sharma and The Mallet of Political, Financial, and Corporate Death were one and the same-- let's just say it was the closest he got to a crisis in faith as an agnostic Anglican.

But first, the story of how Mr. Bridgerton discovered the secret identity of The Bane of His Existence (and Object of All His Desires):

To be fair (whatever that meant in this context), he did not discover her identity until after they began dating. She wouldn't have allowed herself to date him anyway because she was very strict about conflict of interest; her work and investigations took precedence over everything. He later found out that when he asked if she'd like to get coffee, she actually went to consult her boss, who in turn consulted their ethics expert, as to whether it would cause any issues.

For a coffee. During which she spent almost the entire time responding to an urgent email.

Additionally, the irony (hypocrisy?) of Kate being concerned about ethics when she regularly collaborated with Lady Whistleblower (they were not, as it turned out, the same person) was astounding. Granted, Lady Whistleblower never used or had access to confidential information; everything she used was technically publicly available. If she did release information which had originally been designated confidential, it was all done properly through FOIA requests.

However, it simply... stretched the bounds of credulity that a person would-- and could-- go through thousands of pages of SEC 10-K filings every week to uncover corporate malfeasance. Someone had to be pointing her the right direction; that someone was Kate. It was always a question of the chicken or the egg: did the government begin investigating because of a Whistleblower story, or did Whistleblower get a tip from someone within the government working on the early stages of the investigation?

Investigations were discontinued all the time simply because government regulatory bodies did not have infinite time or staff; some investigations were also dropped on the order of political appointees. Did Kate send information to Whistleblower because the media attention would force the government to continue the investigation? There was also the fact that Whistleblower's blog was so popular, it got inside information from employees of companies all the time.

There was an Instagram. And a TikTok. Anthony had to admit to being impressed that Whistleblower managed to gain a following so large that teenagers knew what front running was. Statements of commitment by the C-Suite promising to create, audit, and uphold robust ethical standards of corporate practice were at an all time high. Transparency was a political buzzword.

In any case, Kate only began dating him after Anthony had thoroughly cleaned house; which was well after Fife and his associates had been found guilty of embezzlement, insider trading, stock manipulation, mail fraud, wire fraud, money laundering, perjury, and a bunch of other crimes. (Bridgerton Capital Management was obviously ruined; Anthony founded Viscount Investment Advisors; they needed to move from London to Metropolis after Brexit anyway.)

To get back to the point:

Anthony wished very much that he could have been Lois Lane to Kate's Wonder Woman. He was, however, more like one of those petty street thugs that Wonder Woman soundly defeated before moving on to battle greater enemies.

The enemy in this case was... an entire system. If there ever was a modern David and Goliath story, this was it.

Other cities had superheroes who went after murderers, drug cartels, and terrorists; visible targets who were clearly Bad People Intent On Doing Evil.

Metropolis, however, had High Flyer, so named because she did, indeed, fly high up in the sky but also because her targets were literally the highfliers of society: individuals who amassed billions of dollars in wealth while evading taxes, jet setting around the world living in obscene extravagance and wielding a disproportionate amount of political influence without ever being held accountable by the public.

Anthony was one of those individuals.

In truth, it was a miracle she agreed to give him a chance at all. They were from completely different worlds, lived completely different lifestyles, had no mutual friends, were raised with completely different values. Much of his (childhood) social circle was comprised of people who ran companies she regularly investigated. They were, she liked to say, fiscally conservative, socially liberal, genteelly racist, entitled mediocrities.

Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. He fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her in her suit, three binders laid out before her-- the contents of which were thoroughly marked with highlights-- two phones, three laptops, a banker's box of documents, looking at him calmly as though she was going to eviscerate him (which she did). Anthony had always been attracted to women who were capable of dismantling his life. Usually this ended up being for the worse, but in the case of Kate Sharma, it ended up being for the better.

Such are the very strange, mysterious, and humbling ways of love.

But he struggled; he didn't fall neatly into her narrative. Usually women accommodated his schedule, in exchange for the lavish lifestyle and social status.

When they began dating, Kate stated very clearly that she was making time for him, something she rarely did. This made sense after her extracurricular activities were revealed; at the time, it made him puff up in self-righteous self-importance. Which only made her look at him, supremely unimpressed.

The thing is-- it is very easy to seduce someone by offering them a lifestyle of wealth. Wealth is glamour, glamour is very pretty, and the poor console themselves by saying they have principles; given the choice, they would give up those principles in a heartbeat to become a member of the one percent. Wealth justifies itself by performing charity; some of it is good; other 501(c)(3) entities become another tool to try to game the system.

Kate saw the system the wealth was built on. That was her principle. That was her fight.

So she did what many superheroes seem to do: she fell in love with one of the bad guys.

What does the bad guy do when he discovers she saved the life of his father?

He lost his shit, of course.

The story keeps getting ahead of itself:

#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #random idea #White Collar Wonder Woman

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Hi Minnie! I hope you’re having a good day 🥰 and for the writing asks - 18, 37, 44, 78

Hi Kate!! Thanks so much for stopping by with some writing questions, you're the sweetest! <3

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Ha, interestingly, I don't, really. I say interestingly, because I've done a research MA and I worked as a researcher for a few years too lol. But I guess that's maybe why, it reminds me a bit too much of work, when writing is very much a hobby for me! The fic that required the most research is probably On The Back Of A Raindrop, since it features gardener Bucky, and I don't actually know anything about gardening 😅 I still didn't do a ton of research for that one, but I did look into types of flowers and plants and the best seasons to grow them, that type of thing. But usually, I prefer to write what I already know (or what I can somewhat convincingly pretend to know)

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Hmm. The one I panicked about the most is probably still Rare Is This Love (Keep It Covered), which I wrote for the Captain America Big Bang in 2019. I still vividly remember visiting my boo @rainbowsandcoconut in Copenhagen and more or less wailing to her about the plot, and how I didn't know how to continue it. She was a lifesaver then, talking me through the story over a beer, and sparring with me until I finally found something that I thought might work. That was like, a few weeks before the deadline, so there were definitely a few moments during the writing of that one where I thought I wouldn't be able to finish it in time. Since then, I've gotten better at figuring out the plot for a longer fic from start to finish before I start writing it, because I don't want to end up in that same situation again lol.

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

I never quite know what is considered a genre? I think Modern AU is a genre, right? If it's supposed to be something more specific than that, I'll say that I also REALLY enjoyed writing my Kid Fic and my Musician AU <3

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Mostly, the story I want to tell about these boys I love so much. But also, the feeling of accomplishment that's usually the result of finishing a fic. There's no better feeling than finally being mostly satisfied with your final edit and having this whole entire story that you wrote with your one braincell and ten fingers in front of you, ready to be birthed into the world. That feeling is a huge motivator for me <3

Thank you so much again for your questions, lovely! Hope you're having a beautiful day/night! 😘

#ask games #my writing #minnie answers

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hopepaigeturner · 11 months

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Loved the Michael drabble👏🏼 could we see maybe something about Lucy?

i’m so invested in this au😍

I'm so glad you're invested in this au! As always credit must go to the OG creator @bridgertonbabe.

Right, sorry for the delay, here is something I whipped up due to my procrastination. You're welcome 😉. It's the full version of my little drabble here. When Gregory bursts into her coffee shop a little worse for wear...

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(Set before Two Steps From Reality)

I think it would be more useful if we had less voices in the room.

Lucy, with all due respect, I don’t think you can understand us…

“Yeah, not for lack of trying,” Lucy huffed, jerking on the knob, causing a jet of steam to billow from the coffee machine.

For she had always tried. Tried to keep up with her superpowered siblings. Tried to emulate their power even though she did not have the natural talent to do so. Tried to be happy when there was a successful mission even though she never belonged at the celebrations. Tried to be special or useful even if she was the utter opposite. Try. Try. Try. All she did was try and still it was never enough.

And now four new superpowered people had swanned in and pushed her further into the shadows.

Such as Hycainth stealing Gareth away to sleuth together. Or Daphne bantering flirtatiously with Simon. Or Anthony Bridgerton somehow able to have both Simon and Kate at his throat.

Wait—who are you again? Anthony Bridgerton had asked.

Typical. And Lucy had only wished to help. She had only wished to point out the discrepancy between the power levels of the Bridgertons in the field compared to the recorded ones in the Umbrella Academy. And no psychic powers or mechanics could account for the change. There was a missing piece of this puzzle that had yet to reveal itself.

Yet the volatile, destructive Bridgertons were allowed to stay. Even if they created more barriers with their closely guarded secrets. Her siblings were risking their lives trying to save the Bridgertons and the world. The Bridgertons should atleast have the decency to give some information about what her siblings could expect—even if that strange lightning storm had altered their original powers.

Wait—who are you again?

“Screw you, Anthony—effing—Bridgerton,” she seethed, slamming the till shut.

The lights flickered menacingly.

“Oh please, no!” her manager cried, walking in from the storeroom. He looked up at the lights, hands together in prayer. “Come on, guys,” he petitioned, “I can’t afford to replace you.”

Lucy smiled at the dramatics as the light returned to a smoother—albeit dimmed—yellow glow. Malcolm turned to her.

“You alright kiddo? You know you didn’t have to come in, especially after all the craziness that’s been going on this past week.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s quite nice to get away from the chaos in my house,” she replied. Malcolm sighed and patted her shoulder.

“You’re a lifesaver, Lucy. Between the fire and ice monsters, the electric outage and the tornado, I don’t know how you’re coping so well. I’m a nervous wreck—my wife ain’t no different seeing as the boys can’t go to school. I don’t know how you do it.”

Years of practice supressing emotions. Lucy wished to quip back. But instead, she said,

“It’s good of you to keep this place open. We’ve actually had a couple punters—it seems the end of the world doesn’t deter the coffee lovers.”

“Hallelujah,” Malcolm replied with a goofy grin. “But I think it’s about time we—oh, fiddlesticks.” Malcolm frowned at his phone.

“Does the missus need rescuing?”

“Err, yes, yes, she does. Would you mind?”

“No problem. I can pack up. You go play the dashing hero,” Lucy assured with a smile. The 'person left behind' was a role she knew well.

“Ah, Lucy! You’re the best. I’ll be sure to give you some more of the tips! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” he called, before closing the shop door.

You’d move on pretty quickly. Lucy thought. Just like everyone else.

Lucy sighed and flipped the sign on the door to ‘closed’. Just before she could lock the door her phone chimed as her sisters’ recorded voices pealed through;

“U gotta, Get'cha get'cha head in the game. U gotta, take’a take’a take’a take’a take’a your meds. Hey! Oh! Take your meds, ho—”

Lucy switched off the alarm and rummaged through her bag. She swore when she found the empty pill bottle. Come to think of it, she couldn’t quite remember the last time she took her meds, let alone when she renewed her prescription.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

Lucy swivelled, grabbing the concealed knife in her boot, prepared to let it fly—

“Greg?” she cried.

“Please,” he wheezed, his brown hair as tumultuous as his eyes. “I don’t know where to go.”

He collapsed against a table and Lucy’s heart trilled. She rushed over as Gregory moaned and the lights flickered and swung.

“Greg—what—” she reached out, but he veered away.

“No, no! Don’t touch me!” Lucy tried again, “I said don’t touch me!” he shouted making Lucy stagger back.

“Greg?” her voice cracked as tears pooled in her eyes.

“I don’t—I don’t—I can’t—” he mumbled squinting with his eyes, shying away from the edge of the light. Lucy ran over and switched off all the lights, the whirring fan and the humming machines.

She returned to Gregory and pulled up a chair next to him, first aid kit in hand.

After a couple moments, Gregory unfurled himself and Lucy got another look at his battered face. Split lips, bruises up the temple, cut across his cheek, a swollen jaw, and even a singed eyebrow.

“Oh Greg,” Lucy whispered, resisting the urge to touch him. “What’s happened?”

Gregory looked at her, the ocean blue of his eyes choppy. Then he burst into tears.

Lucy didn’t think twice, but instantly wrapped her arms around him as his sobs resounded through the café and stained her shirt.

“It’s all gone wrong,” he cried, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Let’s not worry about that yet,” Lucy soothed, brushing away his tears. “First things first. I need to assess your wounds. Then dress them. Then we can talk.”

“Lucy—I—”

“Why not tell me your theory about the original star wars trilogy?”

“Why?”

“I’m interested.” When he seemed hesitant, she repeated, “I’m always interested in what you have got to say.”

“Alright…okay…well, um, it starts off with the fact that originally, Jar Jar Binks was going to be a Sith Lord…”

As Gregory rambled, Lucy managed to inspect him, even able to strip him down to the waist—although she had to cut his shirt to do so. Among a surprisingly well-toned physique was a nightmarish mauling of bruises, cuts and-–stab wounds? On his left arm was a prominent burn patch, the size of a handprint. Around his wrist an ugly scar that looked like a lighting bolt. Up his side, strange, puckered scars like the ones leeches or suckers left. However, the largest was the seeping red wound above his right hip. One caused by a jagged slash, with the tip of the blade still embedded in the flesh.

Lucy’s stomach trembled.

“Gregory why do you have a knife in your spleen?”

“Collateral damage,” he huffed, gritting his teeth as Lucy’s fingers feathered over the wound.

“From what?”

“You know it’s been a bit crazy this past week. Hectic, chaotic.”

“Did you decide to run towards the chaos?”

Gregory winced.

“I can’t help it; I usually just follow the crowd.”

“Your family must be worried sick.”

“Yeah…my family,” Gregory swallowed thickly, then suddenly rushed on, “But its not as bad as it was. I tried to take the blade out but it broke.”

Lucy stared at him.

“I’m sorry, do you even know basic first aid?”

“What?”

“You never take the blade out. Typically, if it is stuck then it is plugging the wound. Removing it releases pressure and blood.”

Gregory’s face went paler.

“Am I going to die?”

Lucy huffed.

“No, no you’re not.” She shone her phone light closer. “Regardless, you wouldn’t have been able to do too much anyway.” Lucy continued, finally getting a good look at the blade—a smooth line from where it had broken from the hilt. “These types of knives are rare but crafty, they intentionally break whenever you try to remove them so that the blade remains stuck. As a result, the pain is prolonged and healing process very slow.”

“I see…” Gregory remained silent for a couple moments. “Lucy, how do you know all of this?”

Lucy didn’t dare look up. For she couldn’t tell him that she, along with her siblings, had brought a set of eight such daggers for Simon on his 30th birthday. A special set that had his silver signature engraved on the tip—a mess of scribbles that held no significance to anyone but the thrower, just like the tag of a graffiti artist.

Instead, she shrugged and said,

“You have your obsessions, I have mine.”

Before he could ask further, Gregory coughed, falling forward slightly and putting his hand on Lucy’s shoulder. Something thrummed through her as if her senses had come alive, her mind swirling, radiating from her revelation. For her torch had finally got a good look at the wound—especially a recognisable silver signature peeking from the flesh.

Gregory reared back as if stung.

“I’m sorry, I ‘m so sorry, I didn’t—” he coughed again, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

The swirling inside of Lucy settled as her eyes settled on him.

“Gregory Bridgerton,” she whispered. Gregory looked up at her, eyes frantic. “You’re the missing piece.”

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Ta Da! A bit cobbled togehter. The only other drabble I have for Lucy is why Lucy had to forget her powers. But that's for another post when I've got more time 😂.

#the umbrella academy au #lucy abernathy #bridgerton family #bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #grucy #procrastination is a powerful tool #hurt and a little gore #but what's new for this au? 😂#hope answers

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Hey dolls! Just a quick pic/edit I did today. Black Dragon viewer is honestly is the best thing ever. The built-in poser is a lifesaver. Anyway, I just I wanted to say that I'm absolutely obsessed with this new hair by Malena Von Dash. Hilda Hair Style is available now at the Vintage Fair. Beret: Ronda Latex Beret by Fashionism Hair: Hilda Hair Style by Malena Von Dash @ Vintage Fair Sunglasses: Sierra Sunglasses by Mowie Choker: Anna Choker by L'Etre Corset: Madame Corset by Malena Von Dash Gloves: Liore Gloves by David Heather Bracelet: Abrasive Cuff by Epoque Whip: Whip it! Leather Whip by Ariskea Belt: Fordom Belt by Boys To The Bone Suspenders: Leopard Suspender Couture by Femme Fatale Stockings: Femme Tights Couture by Work Bitch Shoes: Kate Diamonds by N-Core Backdrop: Photo Booth - Teese (Full Decor with Projectors) by FOXCITY Song: Goldfrapp - Ooh La La

#sl #second life #burlesque #fashionism #malena von dash #mowie #letre #david heather #epoque #ariskea #boys to the bone #ncore #foxcity #maya reyes

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starscelly · 1 year

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Some more info on Joel Hanley:

https://www.pinesandpalms3.com/meet-kate/

Kate is his wife and they have a little boy named Hudson.

i honest to god. did not even really know he was married tbh. anon u r a lifesaver thank u

#i wish i added a zoomass tag to his description #i might go back and update it? but idk how worth it it is atp? at the very least i have it for future reference if i make another thank u #creator of stars primer secretly knows nothing abt the team and is a fraud (not clickbait)#ask #anonymous

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juniperhillpatient · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

Thank you 💖 I’ll just randomly pick 5 Ive been listening to a lot lately. “So Much Better” Legally Blonde the Musical, “Running Up that Hill” Kate Bush, “The Very First Night” Taylor Swift, “The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver” All Time Low, “What Else Can I Do” Encanto

#asks #answered #ask games

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 1

Roger's Route

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The hunter from the story “Snow White” was ordered by the Queen to take Snow White into the woods and kill her.

However, he left her in the woods without killing her, because he pitied her.

Instead of hers, he brought back the internal organs of a wild boar to the Queen as evidence.

Was his treachery evil, or—?

…

That night, I found out about a forbidden secret that I shouldn't have known, and was made to work as a fairytale writer for one month.

Victor, the Queen’s aide, made a suggestion.

Victor: Your job as a fairytale writer is to keep a record of Crown’s movements, which means that you need to develop a greater understanding of the members.

Victor: Therefore, Miss Kate, this is your very first task.

Victor: Pick a member of Crown and spend a day together pretending to be lovers. Yay!

…

(Yay… that’s easy for you to say!)

I was at my wits’ end as I stared at the members of Crown who had gathered in the dining room.

(Lovers for a day. I can’t imagine any of them being willing to help me out with such a troublesome task.)

(I mean, was there truly a need for this in the first place!?)

Liam: Hey, Kate. I heard from Victor that you have to choose someone to be your lover for a day.

Harrison: So, who do you intend to ask for the favour?

Kate: Erm…

Roger: Say, young lady.

Roger: Can I be a candidate for the position as your one-day lover?

Kate: … Roger.

Roger was a former doctor. And I must admit, he appeared to be the most decent person in Crown.

(Perhaps he’s offering to help me because he can’t stand watching in silence?)

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and so I boldly nodded in agreement.

Kate: Yes, please. If it won’t be too much of a hassle to you.

Roger: Rather than a hassle, it’d be of “great help” to me. Moreover, you’re exactly my type, so there won't be problems.

Kate: … T-Type?

Roger: What’s surprising about that? It’s the same with food. People have preferences when it comes to looks, you know?

(I- I guess so.)

Roger: — Now that it's been decided, let’s go on a date right away. Come with me.

Kate: Wah! Roger, wait!

Liam: Ah… and there he goes.

Harrison: My condolences.

…

(— I… I… I was completely fooled!)

Roger dragged me to his lab and passed me a large stack of reference papers.

Roger: I needed an extra pair of hands to sort out these documents, you’re a lifesaver.

Kate: So this is why you said that I’d be of “great help”.

Roger: Haha. What did you think?

Roger wore an egotistical smile on his face, befitting of a villain.

Crown was a group of quirky people, there was no way this man would be an exception.

(But I can’t let him take advantage of me so easily.)

I looked up at him while tidying the documents before me.

Kate: I’ll help you organise your documents. But in return for that, I want you to let me stay by your side all day.

Roger: Huh?

Roger: Are you looking to deepen your knowledge of me as a fairytale writer? That's pretty commendable of you.

Roger: That’s fine, do as you please. At your own risk, that is.

Kate: At my own risk…

Roger: You already know what my curse is, right? Victor must’ve shown you the documents about curses.

Every one of the members of Crown was “cursed”, and a certain number of “cursed ones” have always existed in this world.

Many fairy tales were written based on these “cursed ones”.

Now, that nexus has been reversed, and the curses became known as “fairy tale curses”.

(And Roger’s curse is…)

Kate: Your curse is the one that inspired the creation of the hunter in Snow White. Your fate is “to commit a betrayal”.

Roger smiled as if to confirm that.

Roger: That’s to say, there’s no knowing when I’ll betray someone.

Roger turned his amber eyes on me and twirled my hair around his finger.

Roger: That applies to you too, Kate.

Roger: — Will I ever commit a betrayal? Is it going to be evil? Think about it with your head.

Kate: My head?

Roger: Yeah, I like it the most when women can think for themselves. I’d want someone like that as my lover, you know?

Roger: That’s all the documents. Thanks.

Roger: Well then, shall we head out?

Kate: Now?

Roger: Now. If you can keep up with me all day, I’ll reward you, lovely young lady. Come, let’s go.

Kate: Wah! Wait, Roger!

…

Without hesitation, Roger started walking with his arm thrown around my shoulder.

(I can’t escape even if I tried to.)

His arms and chest are different from mine.

If this man were to pin me down, I definitely wouldn't be able to break free.

Ellis: Oh, it’s Kate and Roger.

Ellis: Fufu… you seem to be very close.

Roger: Yeah, we’re lovers. We should show that off.

Kate: It’s only for today.

Roger: Haha, what was that for? You’re so unfriendly.

Ellis: That sounds like fun. If you're having fun…

Ellis: “I might join you later”.

…

Without informing me of our destination, Roger kept walking—.

(How did I get myself into this?)

We were at a tavern in town, and Roger was drinking a mug of beer.

Roger: Phew. Feels like I’ve been revived.

Kate: Was your “business” just… drinking…?

Roger: Hmm— seems that way?

(Roger has been pushing me around for quite a while now.)

(If he’s not going to tell me anything himself, then I’ll have to get as much information out of him as I can.)

It didn't make sense for a fairytale writer to go “I know nothing about him”.

Kate: You worked as a doctor before joining Crown, right?

Roger: Hm? Yeah, my father and I were both doctors. He’s still running the clinic, he’s doing well.

Kate: If that's the case, then why did you join Crown…?

Roger: Because it's interesting.

Kate: What.

Roger: There is a surprisingly large amount of information about the lives of people with curses that has yet to be uncovered.

Roger: Is there any research topic that can be more interesting than that? That’s why I joined Crown, it’s full of specimens for me to observe.

Roger: That’s all there is to it.

Roger: Oh, and I’m not a doctor. — I’m a “former” doctor.

Roger: It’s not a very big difference, but it’d be selfish of me to still call myself a doctor while being a member of Crown.

Kate: That’s…

Just then, I heard someone’s voice—.

???: Thank you so much for waiting, Roger!

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #niki translates

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Lilith & Angela Pleasant for #KissMeInKomorebi by @rainymoodlet @kissmeinkomorebi

Angela Pleasant

Age: 30 years

Height: 5 foot 8.11 inches (173cm)

Aspirations: Academic

Traits: Animal Enthusiast - Neat - Good

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Lilith Pleasant Age: 30 years

Height: 5 foot 8.11 inches (173cm)

Aspirations: Perfectly Pristine

(Her old aspiration was the same as Angela's but l liked the Home Turf trait for her)

Traits: Loner - Goofball - Bro

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Life at Pleasantview Valley High For The Twins

So a recap of the Pleasants were Lilith and Angela were in their second year of high school, Angela was dating bad boy Dustin Broke and Lilith was dating Dustin Dreamer in their year group yet rarely ever did the siblings ever leave from their own friend group unless it was by consequence or something bad happened like for example they were crying and comforting one another despite their tense relationship they were twins and had at the strangest of times during teenhood still that loving strong connection they had when they were younger.

At home things were difficult due to the fact that it was clear her parents loved and praised Angela more for being the ''Apple of their Eye'' so to speak or in Lilith's opinion ''The FAVE''. this strained the twins relationships with not just their parents but also each other as Angela like her mother was just naturally good at things and it really wasn't as a snub to Lilith who worked a little harder for her grades.

Soon poor Lilith just didn't both and decided if good attention wasn't working she would do the opposite. So on her 16th birthday she dove onto the wild side experiencing clubbing, alcohol, sex, drugs and the lifesaver to her -- cigarettes'. The most dramatic appearance wise that her parent's just excused calling it a phase from one of their parenting books from the 80's ''A Phase" was her clothing that went from a jeweled colour pallet to down right dark and menacingly and practically screaming "Vigilante" with leather and torn fishnets and just getting away with what the school dresscode deemed acceptable. And so with those new duds came a new attitude (not just from her nightlife activities) of a mixture of depression and not feeling worth it and lashing out "Don't Care" attitude along with what shocked her mother -- cutting off her fiery long wavy locks to a rough chopped pixie and dark goth makeup.

Angela was concerned for her sister. They still loved each other now matter how tense the situation was right? RIGHT?!?! it was in their senior year, about the same time when their mother found out she was being cheated on by their father with their helping housekeeper (maid) and found them in a very clothing rumpled state with him fucking into her like a wild craziest beast against the stair case that broke his wife's parents urn all because she came home early and wanted to celebrate her new Law promotion with champagne and dinner at a restaurant-- that soon turned on its head as soon as she walked in the door and dropped the bottle of champagne, smashing as it foamed all over and seeped into their expensive blood red carpet. And thus 10 minutes later their daughters came into the shell shocked scene of their bumbling father, their hysterical mother and the homekeeper/maid pushing on her father's chest to be released and picking her undergarments off the floor.

A few months after that....exchange their mother filed for divorce even though they went to family therapy only for that to stop when Daniel admitted that the maid - Kate - as he called her was pregnant with his child and he loved her like when he first met his wife -- an incontrollable hunger and that that day she found him he proposed to her. So Mary Sue slapped his face and the Twins swear they saw their father's head and neck do a full 360 before leaving with her - and leaving Daniel to pay the bill and then the same day moved into his mistress now fiancé 2 bedroom apartment in townsquare. Mary Sue delved herself into her work pushing everything down though she was clearly devasted but she had 2 girls to live for as she sure as hell wasn't leaving them with their pig of a father. So the girls finished high school despite their home troubles and it wasn't until Prom night that things certainly were not to smile about. The Twins were dumped by their boyfriends due to the fact that they had found someone else as well as the fact of their father rumors and also that they ere going to different collages and career options.

So as sad as the girls were Lilith invited Angela out for the rest of the night at the bonfire afterparty at Plesantview's Collage after going home and changing into something alittle more better then prom dresses yet still good enough to be "sexy" hidden under a hoodie and jeans their housekeys and purses and packed duffels, texted their mum that they were going to a bonfire and camping and that yes there were no alcohol or anything it was just their friends, so they notified their friends saying if their mum rang they were asleep or in the bathroom etc and then left where Angela experienced a world she was very naive about but was thankful Lilith knew somethings like hangovers and other stuff like not leaving your drink. This was the first night ever that she tried weed/joints and alcohol and sex and thankfully nothing else.

Waking up was an entirely different experience where as for Lilth it was a somewhat normal scene -- Angela found herself wrapped up in some cute collage guys room naked with a humdinger of a skull pounder migraine and found her sister across the room in a similar state as she but having to what Angela described as the time of her life and guess what her sister and beau were doing under the doona making muffled grunts and groans at 4:30am with the strong smell of smoke giving the room a hazy look and eventually made Angela sleepy so she quietly tip toed to the unisex collage bathroom with her cami and underwear and had a quick shower thankful that the University supplied their own bathroom toiletries just in case for students. And tip toed back to the room, opening the window between the beds for fresh air and went to gather the rest of her clothes along the floor and pinched her snoozing sex drained sister awake and after Lilith spoke to her beau friend she had to go with a groan, kissed him good bye , raised a brow at her sister in-between the looks she was giving her sisters naked appearance and the bed with he still snoozing friend of Lilith's and gave a cheshire cat smug grin as she slowly stumbled to the bathroom also to freshen up and after both girls were dressed in the clothes they had in their duffel that didn't smell too much of their night time activities made their way down to the early cafeteria taking a quick early breakfast and much needed caffeine kick left the campus on the bus at 7am.

Thankfully both girls were on the pill and the boys were smart enough to also use protection.

The girls arrived home at 8:30am and found their mother furious at the round table in the tearoom/sunroom as she had found out the girls were up to no good and lied to her-- she even called the police-- though the police told her that it was to soon to report and sat there waiting by the hour she had discovered the girls had lied and disappeared somewhere and began saying how disappointed she was in both girls though mainly it was more pointed at Angela much to Lilith's disgust and thus when Lilith reacted in her angered mind taking her mothers tea cup plate and smashing it and taking a piece of cracked porcelin and cut her wrist sloppily across her wrist screaming at their horrified mother that its clear she wanted her dead as she didn't care about her as Angela screamed then ran looking for the first aid cloth to stop the pouring blood that dripped across the plate shards, sipped tea cup and its contents where Mary Sue smacked Lilith across the face claiming that this was the last straw and that their were selling and moving to leave this place. A fresh new start where they moved to the country life in the town square of Windernburg in a old 2 bed 1 bath townhouse with a very nice decent yard and so the renovations, and healing had now begun and though Lilith still has a light strained relationship with her mother its way as it has its ups and downs day same with her sister.

The girls soon started Brichester University a few hours from Windernburg despite being in 2 different collages and due to how far it was decided to stay on a rented place (Mossy Lane) for the next few years until they graduated. Sadly their mother died in their 4th year of university -- no contact from their father but his lawyer that he was owed 500 000 simoleons from their mother and the girls themselves have what's left financially wise and soon had a very intimate funeral, scattered their mother's ashes over along the the bluffs sea shores with a few floral pieces out to sea and a candle to light her way and moved back after taking what they wanted and putting the rest of their mums and their own items in storage and renting their home out privately to a small family of 4 and soon returned back to Brichester alittle sadder but together.

Both girls now have graduated 3 years later but instead of going back to Windernberg they've decided to rent a room at the local pub for a few moths at a country town called Herford - Bagley as it was closer to Brichester and counted as its more rural part.

it was one pub night the girls decided to stay in and noticed a slight crumped up flyer of the guy that their Grandpa used to watch in his last 20 years of his youth (with the 2 girls as babies/toddlers/kindy age used to hop on his lap and watch it too) and decided that it wouldn't hurt to apply and both shook hands on all's fair in love and war that night and are now waiting for an acceptance letter etc.

Fun fact bout Lilith is she may look like a non-approachable sim but she really is a closeted romantic who just wants what every family oriented sim wants - Real love, a nice house maybe a pet and a family like her sister

Both girls had strict hobbies that at times probably felt like a core but have actually maxed out their musical instrument and painting skills due to how strict of a mother Mary Sue was. Angela prefers the piano/keyboard while Lilith is more in-tuned with guitars (bass, electric etc)

They used to as young babies until kindergarten/daycare age watch "Your Dad's Garage" with Grandpa Herb and baked with Grandma Coral when Mary Sue worked and Daniel had some out of town excuse or somerather from his work.

The last they heard anything about their father and his new wife was that from Aunt Jennifer at the last family cookout reunion -- she said that the girls and MS were welcome to join but never recieved any word if they were coming from Daniel-- that Daniel and Kate (she was a nice woman and a good mum despite the history) that they were bout to have their 8th kid even though their father was quite grey and wrinkled but he did look happy and had actually moved in the old Pleasant home and renovated it to fit his very big family and it definitely didn't look the same except some spots but it had now 5 rooms plus a basement and large swimming pool and beautiful gardens and 2 door garage. But she said she only knew that due to the fact that the family coookout reunion happened there.

Lilith is actually quite handy and also a very athletic fit person and sometimes takes Angela or tries to pursue her out to the gym or yoga though it does contrast with her smoking addiction

Angela likes to think herself not as a master home cook baker but also a tea connoisseur brewer as many of her friends had experienced first hand that she does make a very nice cuppa whether its from a teabag or loose leaf steeped and always has her own thermos and tea leaves on hand in her handbag with either hot or ice tea.

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Cordelia Goth Straud

Here is a link to her story post And a cute family photo portrait of her and her father

Some cute facts is Cordy thanks to her father's 3 month long visits up in snow covered occult places tuned her skills in skiing and rockclimbing as a child and teen when they'd practice some of vampiric abilities

Has no knowledge of her mother's family or the fact they looked for them both but sadly nothing has really turned up or also the fact that Bella her grandmother and her mother have some spellcaster rarity in their veins though its not noticeable and most probably dormant til its passed genetically through to the next of kin aka yes Cordy can have children due to her hybrid status.

She loves to make people genuinely smile or laugh it creates a warm blooming feeling in her chest when she sees a smile in someones eyes or hears a warm hearty laugh - especially with her father who has softened and become a warmer changed but still strict father with his years with her.

Would love a pet --- she's always dreamed of having one since she was a little tot and she caught her first lady bug.

Has fond memories visiting the Plasma Field Orchards with her father and god parents Caleb and Lilith Valtore.

Has always looked up to her godmother but also her father.

Secretly hates courtlife politics and wishes she could sometimes just slice and feed on some of the nastiest people in her father's court and would love to just live in the mountains or countryside.

l hope you enjoy my girls Daniel, not just as potential romances but also as friends.

#the sims 4 #triggering content #tw abuse implied #tw cheating fathers/husbands #tw death mention #tw violent death #kissmeinkomorebi #daniel taylor bachelor challenge

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The Assistant - Chapter 1

Modern Warfare II(2022) AU - Office Romance Pairing: John Price/Original Female character Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity, slow burn (posted on Ao3 with 26 chapters atm with an Explicit rating. More smut incoming)

After securing Hassan and the missiles, Kate and Price form a PMC company. Kate hires Stella to be her new assistant, a bubbly, snarky, and admittedly geeky thirty-four year old who loves to stay busy.

Price can’t stand her because she pushes every single one of his buttons and handles his temperament better than any of the last five assistants he’s gotten fired.

Forced together for two projects thanks to Kate being fed up with his attitude, things slowly start to change.

(this is quite literally my first time in ages posting fanfic on tumblr. pls forgive me for formatting errors)

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Chapter 1 - Just Another Day

Stella stepped into the office with a small smile on her face. She’d been able to get everything done on time to make it to the building just before Laswell. While she’d only had this job for six months, her boss was incredibly likable. Some of the other people who shared her floor were questionable at best. Especially the man Laswell called one of her best friends, former SAS Captain John Price.

Pressing her lips together as she stepped into the elevator, Stella swiped her security card to get access to the top floor. With a quick glance at her watch and seeing that everything was on schedule, she allowed herself a sigh of relief.

“Hold the elevator!” called a gruff accented voice.

“Fuck,” Stella whispered as she pushed the ‘hold door’ button on the elevator. The doors pulled back, revealing Price, holding onto a briefcase and dressed to the nines in his usual work attire. A blue suit that made his eyes stand out. She hated that he looked incredible in everything he wore for work. Made for good eye candy but his attitude definitely needed vast improvements.

“Stella,” he started, realizing who held the elevator for him.

“Price,” she replied, scanning her card again for her floor.

“Still here I see,” he remarked.

“I work here, where else would I be?” Stella replied, internally groaning. She just wanted to get to her floor already. The elevator opened a few floors later, and more people got in. ‘Thank goodness for small favors,’ Stella thought. As the elevator continued, more people shuffled in and out of it until it was just her and Price once more.

Stella fidgeted on her feet, glancing in the opposite direction of where he was. He was a pretentious Brit, and he ranked first on her office shit list quickly…granted, he was the only one on it. Everyone else was great.

“Finally,” Stella mumbled as they arrived. She quickly scrambled out of the elevator and headed to her desk, setting her bag down. Price walked past her, heading into his office without another word. “Thank fuck,” she mumbled as she sat. With a ring of the phone, her day began.

“Good morning,” Kate said as she came in.

“Morning Kate!” Stella chirped up from her desk. “I have your coffee and breakfast scone here for you.”

“You’re such a lifesaver, Stella,” Kate appreciated as she picked up the stuff from Stella’s desk. “How does my schedule look today?”

“Pretty light. You should be able to go home to the wife early,” Stella said with a smile. “You don’t have any client meetings. It’s mostly internal stuff this week concerning budgets, payroll, and the like.”

“Great, I could use a break from all the ass-kissing to retain clients,” Kate said with a small laugh.

“Same here,” Stella said with a smile. “If you need anything, please let me know. I’m already getting some of the interns working on the books you need for the financials presentation.”

“Thank you,” Kate said as she disappeared into her office. With another ring of the phone, Stella was back to work putting out potential internal fires so they wouldn’t get to the boss. Working with this security firm was always a new adventure. After a few hours of work, Stella slipped on one of her wireless earbuds and started to listen to music while she got through some emails and set up future meetings with supervisors on the lower floors. Typical everything.

Price stepped out of his office and continued straight forward to Kate’s. He glanced to see Stella softly listening to music as she worked, her hair up in the usual high ponytail she wore. The elevator pinged open, revealing one of the newer interns. She was a round-faced girl about Stella’s height and looked positively nervous.

“Stella,” she said, cutting the silence in the room. The female looked up at the sound of her name, side-eyeing Price before glancing at the new person.

“Irene, what is it?” Stella asked. Price took this as his cue to step into Kate’s office, softly closing the door behind him.

“Morning, John,” Kate greeted. “What is it?”

“Why is Stella still here?”

“Because she’s an excellent assistant.”

“I don’t like her. She’s mouthy, loud, and-”

“John, you’ve cost me five assistants in two years. I’m not listening to your judgment,” Kate said firmly, refusing to look up from her computer. “She’s on top of things better than the last one, and she actually deals with your temper.”

“Kate,” Price started.

“She bites back, that’s why you don’t like her,” Kate said as she looked away from her computer to Price. He scowled, letting out a frustrated sigh. A knock interrupted him before he could say his next words, the door opening to reveal Stella.

“I’m getting this corrected as we speak, but I thought you’d like to have a look at the preliminary reports. The pages are all woefully out of order,” Stella said as she came over to Kate’s desk and left a binder. Laswell immediately started to leaf through it as Stella kept talking. “I’m looking into who approved this to be printed and prepared this way.”

“These dates don’t line up, this is-”

“Once I have a name, I’ll let you know,” Stella said, turning around and starting to leave.

“Thank you,” Kate said. “Stella?”

“Yes?”

“Can you call in the bistro down the street and put my lunch order early?”

“Of course,” Stella said with a genuine smile. “Do you want me to also order you a smoothie from the-?”

“Yes, that would be great.”

“I’ll let you know when the food is here,” Stella said as she left the office and closed the door behind her.

“She didn’t even ask me if I wanted anything.”

“You hate that restaurant, John. We’ve all heard you complain about it. She stays, you don’t have to deal with her for now. She’s my assistant, not yours,” Kate said in a dismissive tone.

“What do you mean I don’t have to deal with her ‘for now’?” Price asked.

“Exactly what I said. John, I appreciate you, but you need to get the hell out of my office right now.”

“This isn’t over, Laswell.”

“When it comes to Stella, yes it is,” Kate said, focusing back on her computer. Price sighed, storming out of the office. Kate chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “He’s really not going to like the news I have for him next week,” she mumbled, checking the binder carefully a second time.

#cod modern warfare ii #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #john price #fanfiction #also posted on ao3 #john price x oc #captain john price #captain johnathan price #john price x original female character #cod john price

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