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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

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southpawbitch · 7 months

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Style | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

(18+, minors dni)

word count: 3.1k

summary: like clockwork, bradley shows up at your door after a 'breakup'...except this time, you don't think he's going to ever come back

warnings: drinking, cheating (physical and emotional), happy ending for everyone except (spoiler)

A/N: written for @laracrofted's 1989 challenge! I got inspo for this from soo many things. obviously the song, but also hints of some of my fav sitcoms/drama series that involve this certain…trope. ie: the sabrina the teenage witch finale that makes me bawl my eyes out every time. it kinda lost the plot at some point, but hope u enjoy x MJ

You stand in front of the floor length mirror in your bedroom, looking over your outfit one more time. You lean forward, getting as close as you can to the mirror in order to fix your smudged red lipstick from sipping on beers all night. You’re still a little tipsy, having fixed yourself a drink when you got home, right before Bradley texted that he was picking you up. You didn’t ask any questions–you simply slipped on the shortest skirt you own, paired with a silky black tank top. You tousle your hair slightly, giving it a little more volume before picking up the drink and downing it as soon as you hear the familiar sound of his Bronco pulling into your drive.

You open the door and hop into the passenger seat, your skirt riding up almost completely, though neither of you mind. You and Bradley are both staring at each other in silence. He’s wearing a navy suit. His tie has been untied and is draped over his shoulders, while the top of his shirt is opened about three buttons down. His hair’s disheveled, and he looks tired.

“Hey.” He says in his low, gravelly voice, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Hi.” You respond sweetly, a small grin appearing on your face. His lips curl into a small smile of its own, unable to contain his emotions in seeing you for the first time in a few months. The last time the two of you hung out together with the rest of the group, you blacked out and Hangman had to take you home.

“Long time, no see.” He jokes, leaning over and placing his left hand on your cheek, kissing you hard. You lean back into the seat, wrapping your arm around his neck to pull him closer as he runs his tongue across your lip and pushes it into your mouth. You let out a moan because you’re tipsy and horny. It’s embarrassingly clear that you haven’t seen him in way too long.

He pulls away quickly, though, running his hands along his thighs before putting his car into reverse and backing out the driveway with one arm resting behind your head.

“Why so dressed up?” You question, holding your arm out the window, feeling the air slip through your fingers as you cruise down the road. It takes him a minute to answer because he’s distracted by all of the thoughts running through his head, and then he looks over at you, and you’re just like you always are. So pretty and carefree–answering his late night texts that he’s coming to pick you up without asking why.

He’s going to miss this. He’s going to miss you.

“A party.” It’s not a lie. It’s a half-truth, but he wants to spend one last great night with you before he tells you that he can’t do this anymore. He can’t yet tell you why he drove here from Los Angeles just to see you tonight. So, he takes you to get an Icee and the two of you take a walk along the beach, laughing and joking and avoiding any talk of what either of you have been up to the past few months since the last time you spoke. He doesn’t ask about the guy you posted on your Instagram story a few weeks back and you don’t ask about the girlfriend you assume he’s broken up with recently.

When Bradley takes you home a few hours later after steamy makeout sessions on both the beach and in the back of his car, he plans on leaving. He truly does. He plans on telling you what he came here to tell you, but he can’t get it out, and unfortunately, he’s never been able to resist the temptation of following you inside and up the stairs to your room.

“I'm getting married.” Bradley breathes out, almost in disbelief, chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares at the black fan on your ceiling. It’s spinning–pushing cool air down on his glistening skin, soaked with a thin layer of sweat. He’s been in this position hundreds of times–laying on his back next to you in your carefully curated bedroom. He’s always loved the mini statue of the Greek god Poseidon you have sitting on the nightstand next to where he sleeps–a reminder that this is his spot. You bought it for him years ago, but it never looked right amongst his boring belongings, so he kept it here. He turns his head to look at you, resting his cheek on his bicep that’s bent up, hand cradling his head on the pillow.

“You're getting married.” You repeat, propping yourself up on your forearm to look at him in the dim light coming from the floor lamp in the corner of the room by the window. The curtains are held back with black silk ribbons tied in little bows, and the moon shines through the window, casting a cool glow across the other side of the room. The sheet on top of you falls slightly, revealing your bare chest, but he keeps his eyes on yours. You wish you could say you’re surprised by the news, but deep down, you’re not. It’s what he’s always wanted.

Serena is perfect, at least from your point of view. She lets him have fun when he’s out and joins when she can. She never seems jealous or controlling or even high maintenance. She drinks whatever is around and smokes Jake in nearly every round of darts they play together. Everyone loved her right from the start. You could tell Bradley was smitten, so you backed off. It wasn’t the first time he got into a relationship while you were off, but you certainly didn’t think it would be the last, either. You never imagined he’d propose to her after only eight months together, but Bradley is thirty-four and not getting any younger, and you know getting married has always been something he’s wanted, which is why the two of you never would’ve worked out in the long run.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He says softly, chest tightening at the fact that he somehow managed to hurt you and his bride-to-be in one fell swoop. What he really means is “I’m sorry I waited until after we had sex to tell you that I’m engaged” but he won’t say that out loud. It doesn’t matter either way. You know that this doesn’t mean anything, despite what Serena would think if she found out. It never really has–not since the first time you broke up many moons ago. You were only twenty-two. You had your whole life ahead of you and he was trying to get you to settle down. It wasn’t in the cards for you then or now, despite how happy you made each other.

“Where does she think you're at right now?” You ignore his apology, attempting to get to the bottom of his unexpected visit. It isn’t like him to do something like this. For all the years you’ve known him, he’s never had wandering eyes, even when it comes to you. He gets a girlfriend, they break up, he shows up at your door. Wash, rinse, repeat. It’s why you thought he came here in the first place.

“She’s in LA with her sister for the weekend.” He fails to mention the engagement party from earlier today, and the work emergency he faked in order to drive back earlier than expected. You nod, pushing yourself up and bringing the sheet with you, feeling slightly more exposed than you did when he was pounding into you from behind ten minutes ago. You look around your room. It’s dark, but you can still make out everything. All the stuff you’ve collected from ten years of living in San Diego. Eight years of knowing, and loving, Bradley means that he’s weaved himself into nearly every aspect of who you are and who you always will be.

“Why are you here?” You don’t sound mad, but he’s scared that you are. You sound too calm, like you’re going to snap any second. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. It’s really strange–the feeling that rushes over you when the realization hits that maybe this is the last time. Maybe this is just his fucked up way of saying goodbye to you and your situationship forever.

“I came to tell you…that’s it. I just–I wanted us to have one more night together.” And when Bradley’s looking at you with those big, brown eyes you can see how genuine he is, despite the fact that he’s just cheated on his soon-to-be wife. You feel a little sick, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you nod your head in understanding and rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as your eyes close slowly.

“I always thought it would be you.” Nat says sadly as you lay on her bed, watching her get ready. Your eyes meet hers in the mirror, lips parted as she swipes the maroon stain across her lips.

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting up and crossing your legs, leaning back on your hands for support. She’s rolling her eyes at you as she turns around, rubbing her lips together and putting her hands on her hips.

“With Bradley. The two seemed so good together.” Today of all days–his wedding day–she decides to say this to you. It’s not the first time one of your mutual friends has made a comment about the state of your relationship. Every time you and Bradley broke up in the past, Bob would tell you that he was certain you’d find a way to push through the differences. It’s sweet that they all care, but they don’t know Bradley like you do, and they certainly don’t know you like Bradley does. If they did, they might hold their tongues.

“Until we weren’t.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m happy for him. Really.” And you aren’t lying. You’ve run through about every emotion imaginable since you found out they were getting married, which was only six months ago. You’ve gone through the five stages of grief a few times, and now you’ve settled on inner peace. You're far from not caring, but if you truly love someone, you should allow them to be happy.

“I know what happened in February.” She deadpans, face falling into a serious expression. There’s less sympathy now. More pity. At least, that’s what it feels like on your end. February. Six months ago.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug, frantically grabbing your bag and rummaging through it like you’re looking for something important. You just came to help her pick out an outfit and give moral support for the big event–not to get berated for something you did so long ago now. She crosses her arms in front of her chest–the silk of her dress bunches slightly.

“Obviously you do.” She sighs, grabbing her heels and taking a seat in the chair by her bed closest to you, undoing the clasps and sliding them on. “Bradley tells me everything.”

“Then I'm sure you know it was just a lapse in judgment.” You wonder if she knows that he failed to mention his engagement until after the sex. Somehow, you think she wouldn’t be nearly as disappointed in you if she knew that.

“I told him not to marry her.” Nat lets out a chuckle. “I told him that if any part of him isn't sure about her, he shouldn't do it.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because he doesn't love her. He loves you.”

Bradley loving you is the most ridiculous concept you can think of. You dated on and off for a good five years before officially calling it quits three years ago. He began to date a lot, but would come around as soon as it was over to get a fix of you. You’re that kind of girl. You’re not the marrying type.

There’s just something about you that he can’t resist–no matter how long it’s been or how angry he was the last time he saw you. You two were always getting into it, fighting over anything and everything. All of those feelings would slip from his mind the moment he saw you, and you’d spend a couple nights together going at it like you never stopped. He loved that you were always there for him, not just for sex, but for everything else, too. He told you about Mav and you’re actually the reason he made amends a couple of years ago. Mav loves you, too. His friends became your friends–some of them like you better than him, even. Your lives fit together so seamlessly, yet it’s always felt like something wasn’t quite adding up.

The breaking up was never really anyone’s fault. It was everything and nothing at the same time. He used to think it was because he met the right person at the wrong time, but it seems like all the other times you tried, it never worked out, either. He refused to believe you were the wrong person until he met Serena.

Serena is everything that you aren’t. Mostly, she’s stable. She lets Bradley know when she’s going to come home late or when she has errands to run. She leaves him little notes if she has to leave his place early in the morning and sends cute messages throughout the day, letting him know she’s thinking of him. She’s a teacher. She loves kids and she’s incredibly thoughtful and Bradley never imagined he could be with someone like that until he met her.

But comparing her to you in the first place is exactly where he went wrong.

She’s sweet–too sweet. She doesn’t get his or his friends’ humor and she goes to bed early, even on the weekends. Bradley bought her tickets to see one of her favorite bands play in Los Angeles, but she turned them down because she promised to attend a little league soccer tournament a couple of her students were playing in that day. Bradley gave them to Nat, who took you, and he sat watching eight-year-olds kick a ball around all day while you were having the time of your life a couple hours away.

Bradley’s staring at himself in the mirror. The guys are lounging on the couches behind him, drinking beer and watching whatever college football game is currently playing while he tries to figure out what he wants. He guesses he probably should've figured that out before he drove himself to the wedding venue this morning, but here he is.

He looks down at the letter in his hands. A small, folded up piece of notebook paper that has worn edges and a few tears. He’s had it for a long time–longer than he’d like to admit. He opens it up and reads over the lines like he has a thousand times before. What he doesn’t realize is that Mav is standing over his shoulder, reading along with him.

“That’s love if I’ve ever seen it. And I did.” He says with a smile, clapping Bradley’s shoulder and nearly giving him a heart attack. He makes eye contact with him in the mirror–eyes full of horror at the fact that Mav just read something way too personal that he’s never shown anyone–not even the person the note was intended for. “I can give that to Serena if you want…before the ceremony?”

“No–no…it’s not–” Bradley’s at a loss for words. Mav’s making it worse by assuming it’s for his fiancée. The woman he’s supposed to be marrying in a few hours. Bradley sighs, head falling down to stare at the paper again. When he looks up, Mav sees in his eyes that there’s a lot going on in his head. “It’s not meant for–”

And then, just behind Mav, out the window that shows part of the parking lot, he sees you. You’re wearing sweats and wandering around like you have no idea where you’re at. Mav notices Bradley’s eyes shift and turns around, spotting you as you stand in place and pull out your phone, attempting to call Bradley one more time. When he turns back around, Bradley is gone.

Eight years, five failed relationships, and one engagement is all it took for Bradley to realize he’s been the problem all along. It was never about marriage or you being a free spirit. It’s been him and his stubborn ideals that have held him back from being happy just the way he was with you. He’s the reason that he could never fully give himself to you, and rereading the note he wrote to you years ago on the day of his wedding to another woman made him realize that it’s you. It’s always been you.

When you see each other in the parking lot, it’s like everything stops. You stop walking and Bradley slows his running to a walk, holding a flimsy piece of paper in one hand. Your brows furrow. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling through the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He doesn’t look like he’s about to get married.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, suddenly feeling nervous. You weren’t planning on meeting him like this. In fact, you thought you were going to have to speak to Jake or Mav in order to get to him. You thought there would be begging. Part of you even expected to be turned away before you could get your message to him. You swallow the lump in your throat as you step closer to him.

“I can’t do it.” He admits. “I want you to have this.” He reaches his hand out, the piece of paper flapping lifelessly in the light wind. You take it from him, holding it gingerly as you look down and read the brief note. It’s no more than a few sentences, detailing Bradley’s fear of how much he loves you. How much he needs you. Most importantly, how much he can’t wait to spend his whole life by your side–however that may look. That he’s always wanted what his parents had, and he thought that meant getting married, but he’s already got it with you. It’s dated back a few years ago. Right before he had broken up with you for the last time.

“This is true?” You question, eyes filling with tears. Out of all the ways you saw this playing out in your head, this was not one of them. He nods, stepping forward and putting his hands on your arms.

“Is that okay?” He questions softly, voice almost a whisper. You nod your head, unable to form actual words. The parking lot is crowded with vendors and staff getting ready for the wedding, but it feels like you and Bradley are the only two people on Earth. Like it always feels when you two are together. “Now let’s get out of here.”

...#justiceforserena

I super enjoyed writing this and being apart of the challenge!!!! thank you so much @laracrofted for doing this <3

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lemonnsss · 3 months

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Moral of the Story Chapter 4

Gif by: @celebritiesandmovies

A/N- I’m so sorry for the late update! I’ve had some issues with my health recently that have led to some related issues in school; but, I’ve been feeling a lot better and tried to edit this up quickly.

It’s not my best work, but I had no idea what to do with this chapter, please forgive the nonsense.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Taglist: @vicmc624 , @mostlymarvelgirl , @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy , @moonlightreader649 , @whattheduckisupkyle , @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan , @mrsbarnes32557038 , @imyourbratzdoll , @weallhaveadestiny

Word Count: 1.2k

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The thought that Scott would leave never so much as crossed my mind. How could it? Jean and Scott had been dating since the seventh grade.

I must have reread his email half a million times, each time hung on the words “I’m leaving the mansion too.”

I was pulled from my shock as I heard the door shut behind me. I put my phone away, internally prepared myself for the interview questions, and turned around, standing from the chair. I began to talk before I saw the figure, “Hello, again Ms. Potts. That was quite the situation-” I stopped. I had expected to see Ms. Potts. Instead, there stood Tony, who seemed equally shocked to see me there.

“Why hasn’t Pep sent you out yet?” He moved from the door to the desk, “The last person to make it this long had a mental breakdown a week later.” He passed my side, slipping onto her desk. He kicked his legs slightly before he appeared to remember I was still present.

“Regardless, where is Pepper? She usually never leaves interviewees unattended,” He leans back, bracing himself on one of his arms as he reaches to the top of the shortest stack with the other quickly lifting the top sheet and, while scanning it, says, “and most certainly never leaves them around confidential company information.”

“Technically, the interview hasn’t begun.” An uncomfortable pause fell in the room as he waited for me to elaborate, “Her regular assistant is on maternity leave. Her fill-in accidentally double-booked her- she’s in a meeting right now.”

He let his head fall back dramatically as he scoffed, “Shame, I had wanted to tell her something in private. Do you know who’s all in there with her?” A cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“No? Why, Tony?”

He slipped off the desk, similarly to when he hopped up, “Oh, nothing. Just have a bit of information to share with the class.” he was almost halfway across the room when he turned back to me. His smirk was now a shit-eating grin.

“Wait,” I ran to the man, grabbing his wrist, his expression turning amused, “if the information is so important, would it not be better to share it with her privately as you originally intended.”

I suppose I had a stern expression as I said that as Tony burst out laughing, “What am I? A schoolboy scolded by his teacher?”

“Not far off on the teacher part.” He stopped for a moment before a small smile came across his face.

“Really now? When was that?” He leaned against the table again, his interest shifting to the current topic more and more.

“It was my last job. I taught at a private academy outside Salem for almost three years.”

“Interesting. And what provoked the sudden career change?”

“I don’t believe I owe you that information, Mr. Stark, unless it pertains to a crime.”

A silence passed as he tilted his head one way and then the other. “Fair point. It doesn’t apply to California's laws, but sure, plead the fifth. I won’t judge you.”

“Oh no,” I said sarcastically, “how could I ever go on with the great Tony Stark judging me!”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He moved his hands in an almost childish manner. Playing to exaggerate his point, “You don’t seem like the type to leave such a luxurious position for any old reason. And given that you didn’t have a job lined up, you left quickly. Why is that?”

“... My long-term partner and fellow teacher at the institution cheated on me with our co-worker.”

I looked up, his face seeming to wander between holding back a chuckle and ‘Oh shit’.

After quickly stiffening his laugh, a voice rang out behind, “Well, that’s quite the loss on their end.” Ms. Potts said from her place, leaning on the doorframe. Noticing her, I stood up, “You were a great help today, and from the small glimpse I’ve seen with you and Tony, well, I think he’ll be in good hands.”

By the time she finished her sentence, she was standing in front of myself and Tony. He still placed his weight on the desk but now he stood with his back straightened. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, watching how much his demeanor changed when trying to maintain a good image around her.

“Please, Ms.Potts-“

“-Call me, Pepper. Please.”

“Alright… Pepper. Thank you, but you’re too kind. I just did what I could to help. That’s nothing to be hired over.”

I watched as she placed a hand on her hip, looked at Tony, then looked back at me.

“Hun, I mean this in the nicest way I can,” she says as she placed her hand on my shoulder lightly pushing me to sit, “do you want this fucking job?”

"Yes?"

“Great! You’re hired. Tony is scheduled to attend an event in Milan later this week so, I’d recommend you get ready for it. You’ll be at the convention for four days, not including travel days, please keep that in mind while packing. Now, if you don’t mind,” she moved her arm in front of her covered desk, “I have a few rather large stacks of paperwork to get to. Tony will show you to your office, once you’re done you’re free to leave,” she moved around the desk to type something on the computer, “I’ll have the receptionist send the order out for your ID badge, we’ll most likely have it tomorrow, otherwise it will be the day after that.” She moved up to Tony and me pushing him off her desk and casually shooing us to the door, “Congrats on the new secretary, Tony, don’t fuck it up. And to you, good luck.”

And just like that, I was standing outside of Ms. Potts' office with Mr. Stark. He led me over to his office, the room was rather cluttered but, inside and to the left there was a door. He looked over his shoulder, I guess to check to see if I was still there. He then opened the door, which, led to the secretary’s office.

“There’s another door leading in from the hall, so, please, don’t feel required to come through this room every morning. If you have any other questions, you have my number. Otherwise, I have better things to do.”

“I’m good Mr. Stark.”

“Mr. Stark was my father, call me Tony.”

“Okay then, Tony.”

“Well, I’ll be seeing you then.” He gave a slight wave and walked out into his office. The sound of his door closing let me know he was either leaving or heading back to Pepper’s.

I took another look around the room, it was well-furnished and fairly clean. There was nothing I could see that needed repair either. I wouldn't need to bring anything in.

We boarded the plane about sixteen hours ago and finally reached our destination. We were about five minutes from landing. I got up to wake up Tony, who had been asleep for the past four hours.

I walked over to his chair, slightly nudging his shoulder, “Mr. Stark, wake up. We’re about to land.”

“Fuck you”

“Apologies, sir.” I sat across from him and buckled my seatbelt.

After I had finished the pilot sent the message over the intercom. Tony begrudgingly followed the instructions. The landing was a bit bumpy, but far from the worst I’d felt.

Once we were given the all-clear to start unboarding we started walking down the airplane's staircase. I started walking towards the car that was waiting when I heard a loud bang. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out. I turned around and saw Tony writhing on the ground.

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emeraldhaven · 7 months

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Celebrating You and Only You

V hated birthdays.

Another tick of the clock towards inevitability, a step towards the end of a life she loved so very much. She didn't hate them purely because of this of course - she also didn't like the expectations that came on a day like today. Gifts, parties, celebrations of her life which, in the grand scheme of things, wasn't all that important. She'd much rather head out on her bike, drive by some Tyger Claws or Maelstrom and fry their brains to a crisp using her cyberdeck than have to accept gifts from her friends that, bless their souls, would be trying to make this year a "year to remember".

"Jesus V - could you be any more depressin'? Cheer up, live a little!" Johnny whined, appearing on the sidewalk beside V. He was looking wistfully over the Watson community centre, leaning on the handrail exactly the same as she was.

"C'mon Johnny, you've been trawling through my memories, you know why I don't like today." V said, looking over to see whatever Johnny was also looking at. She didn't really see anything other than a few people drunk or high stumbling along the sidewalk. She breathed in deeply, held it and closed her eyes, the stale Night City air burning her lungs, then dropping her shoulders and breathing out slowly, her hand gripping tightly onto the railing.

Johnny shook his head and scoffed, pushing off of the railing and crossing his arms.

"Hey, I'm not sayin' you need to like today, just at least visit the people who care about you most. Quit bein' a little shit and make people feel like you appreciate their efforts."

V sighed. She really didn't want to go and see anybody today, but maybe Johnny was right - maybe she ought to go see some of her friends? Taking out her phone, she opened up the contacts menu and scrolled down, tapping on So Mi.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and rang.

"Huh. Why isn't So Mi picking up?" V wondered. It's quite unlike her little Songbird to not pick up the phone when she called, given everything that happened between the two. Granted, she'd just come back from her little trip up to Tycho, and any kind of operation is going to be taxing on somebody - maybe she wasn't feeling up to chatting?

V tried to contact her other friends: Kerry went straight to voicemail; Judy was on do-not-disturb; Panam was "out of cell range" - whatever that meant; River was "at work". Tapping her phone against her chin, V hummed out loud some familiar tune that was stuck in her head whilst she thought why every single person she could possibly want to hang out with was suddenly completely unavailable.

She hears a ping from her cellphone - it's a photo from So Mi and it's of the front door to her apartment. The caption reads:

"Come home."

V's heartrate shoots up - what does she mean, come home? Songbird has no idea where her apartment is, she'd never gone there during the whole Dogtown event, instead staying at the various safehouses that Reed and Alex had set up. It was a worrying thing for So Mi to know both where she lived and that she was there - it wasn't a particularly safe megabuilding.

Hopping on her Kusanagi, she turned the key and kicked off the pavement, pulling the throttle hard and speeding off to her home. After some incredibly reckless driving (Judy calls it "literally asking for trouble"), she arrives in quite possibly the shortest amount of time it's ever taken for her to drive across Night City. V practically jumps up the entire flight of stairs in front of her block, somehow leaping up 4 stairs at a time to reach the elevator, barely even registering the small red-electrical glitch on the TV screens, and once it arrives at the top sprints towards her apartment door and opens it.

The first thing V notices is that it's too quiet. Taking a quick scan around her apartment with her eyes, she can't see anyone and even her Kiroshi's aren't registering anything out of the ordinary. It takes one, two, three steps into her home before anything happens. A red glitch takes over her vision; quite similar to how the Relic would give her trouble, but she feels completely fine; until it all starts to clear and…

"SURPRISE!!" A loud cacophony of voices and cheers and party horns and poppers go off, showering her in a sea of noise, warmth and a shocking amount of confetti. V blinks away the odd bit of static to see all of her friends standing before her: Panam, Mitch, Judy, Rita, River, Kerry, Misty, Reed, Alex, Jackie, Viktor, Takemura and right in the middle as though she was illuminated by the stars themselves, So Mi holding a cake with the cutest little artistic (and quite edible) depiction of V at work, Mantis Blades in hand.

"Guys, you didn't have to do all this!" V exclaimed, shocked that they could have even set up something as elaborate as this without her really knowing.

"V, choom, we wouldn't have had it any other way." Jackie said softly, walking over and placing a hand around her shoulders. "Now kick back, relax and grab a cold one - it's time for celebrating you, and only you, today. None of this back and forth shit."

V looked up at Jackie and back towards her friends, her eyes starting to well up from all the emotions. She started to see all the little details - the cake, the small pieces of ribbon around the apartment, the bunting celebrating her 24th birthday, and all her friends dressed up and here for her. It wasn't something she was used to, but it was definitely something she could grow to enjoy.

As the party started, Jackie left V to go talk to Viktor and Takemura about some boxing thing that V didn't really know a whole lot about. She walked over and sat down next to So Mi, dressed in an immaculate jacket and jean combo that was quite similar to what her Relic-form had actually looked like. She was stunning, truly a beautiful woman in her own right, but since she got back from Luna she had this sparkle in her eyes that made V's heart flutter.

"Hey V - didn't see this one coming did you?" Songbird smirked, her soft lips accented in a beautifully red lipstick. V felt almost unable to take her eyes off of them, flicking down between her two newest vices: Songbird's eyes and lips.

"Uh, um, n-no no I didn't actually. How long have you known?" V stuttered.

"Ha! Well, it was a combination of everyone really. I got back from Tycho and, well, I got contacted by Panam - something about you not really having a lot of time celebrating your birthday in the past?" So Mi took a sip from her drink, lips wrapped around the straw in her cup.

"Ah I shouldn't have gotten drunk and chatted life with Panam - didn't realise that I'd have left something like that slip." V chuckled. "What was your little part to play in all this, Song?"

"The whole fact you couldn't see anything - hooked into the Relic and altered your visualware for the whole effect. Might have spruced other things up, as well, but y'know that's just for personal fun." Song couldn't have looked any more smug, nor more beautiful given that it seemed like, to V at least, that she was literally glowing.

"You're beautiful." V muttered, completely unaware that she'd said that out loud.

Songbird blushed a deep red. "Thanks V, that means a lot coming from you." She started to play with the top of the typical red cup she was holding.

V's eyes widened and her own scarlet blush creeped across her face, the tips of her eyes going ever so slightly pink. Taking a swig of her drink, she placed her hand on top of So Mi's, their pinkies ever so slightly hooking onto the other's.

"No, thank you Song - for all of this. I really, really appreciate you being here, and I'd want nothing else." V smiled softly at So Mi, flicking down to her lips again. She suddenly got quite aware of how close they were actually sitting on the couch.

"V… I-"

"Hey V! Come check out this sweet new gear that Judy's got!" Panam called over, rushing to grab V's arm and pull her away from Songbird. V looked back guiltily at Song, mouthing out "I'm sorry, talk later!" towards the redhead who smiled back and nodded in return.

The party would continue into the late night, and one-by-one people said their farewells and see-you-laters until everyone had left except for Jackie and Songbird.

"Alright V, I'd best be off - got a cute date with Misty in the morning, and I don't wanna miss it." Jackie said, slapping his legs and standing up. V walked him over to the door and hugged him.

"Thanks Jack - I had a preem time today." V said, choking on the last few words and giving Jackie another hug before he left.

"And then there were two." Songbird chuckled, lounging back on the couch, heels off and feet up on the couch, arms outstretched over the couch's spine.

"Well it was one at some point right, back when you were just a cute ghost in my head?" V chuckled, the room slightly swaying. V stumbles over and flops down onto the couch, falling right into the space between So Mi's side and her outstretched arm. V's back is suddenly warm, the machinery within So Mi's body heating up as the alcohol within their systems work independently, but seemingly together.

So Mi wraps her arm around V's chest, slowly stroking her abdomen, fingers raising and dropping at the curves of her abs. "Mmm - only a cute ghost? I seem to remember a certain someone thinking quite a lot about other things that involve the 'cute ghost in her head'." So Mi giggled, squeezing softly.

"Would be a gonk ass move to think too much nowadays though; pretty sure I was getting quite visceral feedback myself." V looked up at So Mi, gazing back into those captivating eyes. "Couldn't help it, Song, you had me when you invited back to that bench."

So Mi hummed, a multitude of thoughts, feelings and pure emotions coursing through her head. As her heartbeat ramped up, the whirring in the motors in her spine lowly increased, and V noticed.

"Not gettin' too mushy on me, are ya' Song?" V giggled back, placing her own hand on Songbird's, the dark glow of both her apartment and Night City from her window illuminating the two.

Songbird shook her head and then slowly, softly and with the most care anyone has ever given to V, leant down and kissed the top of her head. Burying her nose in the plushness of V's soft, delicate stained-red hair, she exhaled in complete comfort.

"No V, I'm just as mushy and as happy as I want to be right here, right now, with you. Spending as much time as I can while we still have it to spend in whatever ways we want. Happy birthday, V." Songbird murmured, closing her eyes.

Taking a minute, V calmed her screaming heart and said quietly: "It's, um, it's Valerie. My real name is Valerie."

"Then happy birthday Valerie - you deserve it." Songbird affirmed.

V hummed happily, sleepily planting an ever softer kiss on So Mi's hand, entwining their fingers and drifting off, her eyelids fluttering closed as the comforting embrace of Songbird enveloped her in her wings.

Maybe V didn't hate birthdays after all.

#cyberpunk2077 #v cyberpunk #phantom liberty #songbird cyberpunk #songv #fanfic #long post #my work #happy birthday v #last minute no editing oop #song so mi #everyone is here #2000 words of almost pure fluff

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ehilaaaaa12340 · 1 year

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Spider headcanons!

ADHD

Aroace and pansexual

He loves pizza. He would eat pizza every hour, every day, every second of his life. One day Norm gave him a slice of pizza. Spider accepted it jumping with happiness. "Give me that! Give me that!" he said and stole the slice of pizza from Norm's hands and he went off nibbling it so as not to finish it all at once. He got into a conversation between Kiri, Neteyam and Lo'ak in the village as he continued to eat the slice of pizza. While he listened the three talking he kept eating the slice of pizza staring at them. The three blue aliens glared at him and Kiri was giggling. "What? I was hungry!" Spider said as he spoke with his mouth full.

Even as soon as he got a little familiar with Quaritch, Spider asked him shyly lowering his head like a beaten dog: "Do you have some..pizza?" he said with puppy eyes (Lyle gave him a slice)

Spider has always loved to pay respect to the Sully parents. Even if he didn't get along very well with them and he thought maybe Neytiri hated him, when they asked him something he always answered with a joyful but respectful tone. He's so silly.

While he is technically the biggest of all but the shortest, he remains the most childish and silly along with Tuk.

He often makes silly faces even to make Kiri laugh if she's down.

He always stumbles. On everything. He can't walk straight. Is there a twig on the ground? He stumbles. Is there a slice of pizza that was probably looking for oh the ground? He stumbles. Is there a stone on the ground? He stumbles.

He makes goofy jokes but they're funny precisely because they're goofy. He makes too many jokes, even at inopportune moments. Are they talking seriously? He makes a joke. They all glare at him and he blushes and looks to the side. "What? It was to defuse!"

He can be a very flirty guy.

In addition to having a small knife and a bow, he has a stick. He is very able and strong with his stick and can be very dangerous when he uses it. He loves to spin it and once hit Lo'ak's face: "PLEASE DON'T TELL NEYTIRI ABOUT THIS I WILL CURE YOUR WOUND!!"

Although he proves to be very confident and sure of himself, he is afraid. He is scared and very insecure of himself. Basically false confidence.

He always kept his pain inside. He never shows it to anyone and hates talking about feelings.

He always try to be nice to everyone.

He hates bullying. He was bullied by some Na'vi and he suffered a lot. He still feels very ridiculous.

Despite everything he's been through he doesn't give up and goes on with life hoping for a miracle one day.

He can speak Spanish quite well.

Even though he is a boy who has lived in nature, many times he can be very intelligent and cunning. He loves science, technology and astronomy. Once he and Norm created an experiment on a flower, another fixed Jake's gun (Norm taught him how to) and he loves to look at the sky. He goes to watch it especially with Kiri. As soon as he sees a shooting star he leaps to his feet and jumps in excitement: "LOOK LOOK KIRI KIRI! A SHOOTING STAR! I SAW A SHOOTING STAR! I I'LL EXPRESS A WISH!". He points to the sky and then kneels down on the ground "praying". "I'll never tell you my wish! It's a secret!" and then he goes to tell it the whole world.

He's lazy. He falls asleep without realizing it in less than a second and then randomly wakes up: "Did I just..fell asleep??"

He suffers from insomnia. He oftentimes has nightmares and when he has them he goes to sleep with Kiri. The kid is too scared.

He listens to pop and hip hop music.

If he had a crush he would probably be very shy and would play with his fingers whenever he saw his crush.

Totally randomly sometimes he goes to hug anyone. He once hugged Lo'ak. "Lo'ak I missed you so much!!"

He has mood swings, lack of patience and fits of rage and panic. When he has panic attacks he tends to almost tear his hair out in horror.

He's afraid of horror movies. If he looks at them twice, however, they have no effect on him. Once they were watching a horror movie in Norm's room and Spider tended to look down, hug Kiri's arm or shelter his head in Kiri's arm. "I-I have to go to the bathroom! Hehe.." At the end he never came back.

He looks like a little angel but he can be very dangerous.

Love and hate physical contact. There are times that he craves it especially from Kiri, times instead when as soon as they touch him he stiffens and does everything to walk away. He feels uncomfortable.

He loves salty more than sweet.

If he had to choose between white chocolate and dark chocolate he would choose white. He loves melting chocolate in his mouth.

He's an iPad kid.

He can be very childish and literally behaving like a child. He hugs Kiri like a baby and a koala and stays in the hug for about 10 minutes. He makes little cute noises like a kid. When he was with Quaritch he loved to watch cartoons while hugging him.

Every time he sees something he likes, he gets "stars in his eyes" and starts jumping for joy.

When he gets angry, he turns red like a little tomato.

He blushes very often.

When he is down or very tired he goes to hug Kiri. She's his only strong point.

This is part. 1! I'll make a part. 2..maybe👺

#spider soccorro #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #kiri sully #jake sully #neteyam sully #neytiri #avatar spider #loak sully #tuk sully #miles spider soccorro

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 28 days

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Find the Word

Thanks @notwritinganyflufftoday for the tag!

My words: gift, life, beautiful, empty

Your words: trace, rough, slip, different

Softly tagging with no pressure @mk-writes-stuff @little-peril-stories @aziz-reads @mysticstarlightduck @jessicagailwrites @pinkevilwriter @chauceryfairytales @cadotoast @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @thewrittenpost + anyone else

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One of Robbie's presents to Lexi

The shortest chapter of TSP

Noelle kills the mood

Any time I get to post the boneless cereal scene, I do!

Gift - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Robbie stepped forward, holding up a messily-wrapped box in his hands. “Gotcha something,” he said, handing me the present. “Aw, thank you!” I said, setting down my things so I could take the gift. I sat on the couch and Robbie sat beside me. “Go on, open it!” said Robbie, knee bouncing in excitement. I smiled and ripped the paper, a brown box being uncovered. “Oh, wow, a box. Thanks so much!” Robbie laughed as I attempted to break the seal on the box. It snapped open, revealing the contents. “Bubble wrap!” I said, immediately beginning to pop it. Maddie leaned over and took a sheet, and Robbie helped himself as well. “I thought this was my present,” I teased. “No, the bubble wrap is for me,” said Robbie, beginning to pop the bubbles. I removed the bubble wrap and tossed it temporarily on the floor. In the box rested three objects. I gasped at the first one. “An Xbox Game Pass?” I looked up at Robbie. “No way.” He shrugged. “See what else is in there.” I picked up the next relatively flat wrapped object. “You went all out.” “Of course,” Robbie said like it was obvious.

Life - from The Secret Portal Part One

William slowly poured the new formula, sparkling with speedsters’ lightning, onto the frozen insect. He clutched the tablet—containing all of his notes, the ingredients to his formula, his observations, the past month of his life—against his body. He tapped the side rapidly, anxiety taking hold. Slowly, the insect’s wings began to flap. William laughed. He jumped out of his seat, tossed the tablet on the table, and ran out of the lab, toward the elevator. He didn’t think to write down his findings—he could do that later. He didn’t even think to call Atsila to let her know he was on the way to their quarters. He had to tell his wife in person. Immediately.

Beautiful - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

The woods were fascinating. I’d been on nature hikes like this one back home. There were differences here, though. There was a patch of bracken with a purple-blue hue. In fact, a lot of the plants in the forest were shades of purple. At least more than there are at home. Purple was rare in nature. But not here. We passed a small brook with reddish-violet stones. The bark had different patterns, colors—everything. The animals were just as enthralling. There was a small herd of deer, though instead of antlers, they had horns. Longhorns, to be exact. There were squirrel-like creatures with tiny bull horns that scampered up a tree. A shiver of the indigo bracken caught my eye and what looked like a ferret poked its head out. It looked normal until it ran out—not with legs, but wiggling like a snake. Frogs hopped along the stones in the brook and flew off on dragonfly wings. “This place is beautiful,” I murmured. “There’s a war going on,” Noelle said.

Empty - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“You thinking about something?” Akash asked at the table as I stared at the bowl in front of me. “Have you ever thought about how cereal is like the skeleton of milk?” “You’re implying that milk is meat, and I don’t like that at all.” “Milk has fat—yes, I’m implying that it’s meat.” “So milk is cereal that’s, like, boneless?” “Exactly.” “However, some people have cereal dry, which means that the cereal is a fatless skeleton, but we add fat if we feel the need.” “Does that make the bowl the flesh?” “Of course it does.” “So we’re eating the insides right out of the skin?” Akash paused. “Yes.” “Terrifyingly morbid,” I said, taking a huge bite of my soggy bowl-innards. “Some people have fruit in their cereal,” Akash pointed out. “What are those?” “Organs?” I suggested. “Sure, why not?” “I just realized something even more morbid.” “What?” “So we keep the bones in its own separate box, we keep the meat refrigerated in a liquid state, it’s already disemboweled, and we keep its empty flesh sack in a dark room with other flesh sacks.” “What the heck are you guys talking about?” I looked up to see Sammy in the doorway, her hair a mess from just getting out of bed. “You’re up early,” I noted. Sammy shrugged. “I got hungry.” “You want some disemboweled innards served directly in the flesh sack?” Akash asked, holding up his bowl. Sammy pressed her eyebrows together in a disturbed expression. “I think I’ll get toast.”

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lemonflavouredchaos · 2 years

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Fuel to the Fire (Dmitri Antonov x Reader)

Based on a request recieved through my main blog -

“dmitri antonov x reader where they angrily make out, maybe after a fight, thank you <3″

This is an AU where Dmitri has no family in Russia and has decided to flee to America along with Hopper, Joyce and Murray to evade the governmental forces who will quickly realize that he knows more than he should if he turns up alive. Y/N is a foreign journalist resident in America who caught and sent to Kamchatka after being sent to Russia on behalf of a newspaper.

*Part 2 is here*

You had been no stranger to snow - at home the winters were bitter, but Russia was a whole new frontier. Even before you were caught red-handed on restricted grounds and sent to Kamchatka the sheer amount of snow had been mindblowing.

The lands beyond the prison were almost apocalyptic with it. Cold-bitten hands jammed into your armpits, you push on, head down, cursing the day you had taken your job at the Post,

“Keep up, little duck, or you’ll be left behind.” Even through the howling wind you could hear the smirk on his face. Dmitri Antonov was a smug arsehole - and that was a truth you’d take to your grave. Demons and monsters and beasties of all unknown varieties may have burst from the primordial ooze under the world to shake your concept of the supernatural, but God himself couldn’t have told you different about Dmitri,

“Keep up little duck,” you mimic, screwing up your face behind the scarf, “should have left you in the yard with the rest of the guards.”

“What?” Dmitri turns to call, eyes narrow against the wind but still bright and sharp in a way that makes your heart beat harder - the rest of the group grinds to a halt,

“I asked if it’s very far?” You shout back and he shakes his head,

“No - over the next hill,”

“You said that at the bottom of this hill!”

“Well forgive me for finding it hard to see in a blizzard, American!”

“I’m not American,” you call, but he was already turning away, “dickhead.”

No amount of wrath could keep you warm, however, and the sight of a smudge on the horizon that slowly became a cabin of sorts was like manna from heaven. Though it was lean-to, weathered, and in darkness, it might as well have been a palace. Hopper throws his bulk against the jammed door once, twice, three times before it gives then stands back to usher you all in. It’s inky inside, but already warmer thanks to the wind. When the door shuts once more, the blackness is complete for a few moments; someone brushes past you, making the hairs on your arms stand up then a clicking breaks the tension and a dim gas lamp lights.

Dmitri looks over his shoulder, raising the lamp with a wry smile,

“Happy now?” There’s a glint in his eye that makes your stomach churn, but you simply raise your chin and shrug,

“I mean, I’m happier.”

“Then I am happy,” he says with a snort and pushes past you, “if only all our problems were solved so quickly.”

The real problem, other than the fact that Katinka couldn’t possibly you all (which at least rid you of Yuri’s presence), was that he had a poker face most professionals would kill for. There was no way of knowing how much of what he said was a friendly, or at least non-malicious barb, and what was a serious jab.

With the lights lit and a small fire crackling in the woodburner that heats the house, the small building almost feels comfortable. You settle into a musty chair and sip your share of the nameless liquor that Hopper had pulled from a musty cupboard,

“Well, the good news is that there are, in fact, dry, non-mouldy beds ith blankets,” Murray says, striding into the room with his usual swagger, “the bad news is there are only three of them which means four of us are sharing... now, I don’t know whether getting a bed to yourself is the prize or the shortest straw, but I feel that whoever sleeps alone gets the extra blanket because... well, less body heat. Fair?”

“Hop and I can share,” Joyce says it nonchalantly, but a little too quickly. The room goes silent for a few seconds and Dmitri’s eyes flick to yours, brows quirking a little.

“Ok, that leaves... us three,” Murray looks between you,

“I think the two of you should share,” you say, crossing your arms,

“I think I’d rather shit in my hands and clap,” Dmitri replies dryly,

“I have to admit, between our resident Russian’s charm and your sparkling personality, the choice is hard to make,” Murray spreads his hands, “but I have a suggestion that none of us will be happy with.” He grabs a hanging edge of some peeling wallpaper and tears a strip loose, then hooks a piece of charcoal out of the fireplace with the poker. Tearing three strips, he smudges a black mark onto one piece and folds the three. Pulling the hat from his head, he drops the paper in and shakes it, “whoever pulls the black spot gets the honour of freezing his, or her, ass off alone. Yes? No arguing?”

You exchange a look with Dmitri then shrug,

“Fine,” you say,

“Alright,” Dmitri grunts and rolls his thick shoulders, “ladies first.” He motions to the hat and you reluctantly lean in to take a square of paper. He follows your lead and Murray claims the last piece,

“Well... shall we find out together children?” Murray asks and you nod. The yellowing paper opens up to reveal... nothing. You resist the urge to swear,

“Well shit.” Murray throws his head back and laughs, “look who won the lottery.” The black spot on his paper stands out like a neon light in the dim room. Dmitris eyes flash at you in the half light,

“Alright American, looks like we’ll have to make peace, no?” He asks with a strange twist of his mouth,

“I’m not fucking American,” you growl and turn on your heel, “and I’m going to wash.”

“Leave the water in the tub” Hopper calls, “God knows how much hot water this fire’ll get us.”

The water runs cloudy but warm, then hot as hell. Almost scalding, actually, thanks to the wood burner. An ancient lufah and a curling heel of soap, clearly left by the last people to pass through the safehouse make decent work of the grime and blood engrained into your body and you step from the steaming tub pink and tingling. Almost raw without the layer of dirt you have become so accustomed to, you peel the sodden underwear from your skin. It’s not exactly fresh and clean, but a quick scrub and a place to hang will be about as good as it gets until you get home,

“Y/N?” Joyce’s voice is muffled through the door,

“Yes?”

“I found some old nightdresses in the wardrobe, do you want one? Hop’s boiled a bucket of water for washing clothes.”

“Yes, please,” you say, voice laden with relief and inch the door open, extending a hand, “thank you.” The material is slightly rough but thick,

“There’s a pair of sock too,” Joyce says, “Hop and I are in the room by the stairs, you and Dmitri are at the back of the house.”

“Thank you.” The socks are clearly mens, but the thick wool feels heavenly on your feet and the voluminous night dress takes the chill from the air as you shuffle downstairs and Joyce takes your place in the bathroom. Hopper and Murray nod, “clothes,” you say with an apologetic nod, “I already did my... uh, undergarments.” Hopper nods and points to a makeshift drying rack in front of the wood fire,

“I’ll do ‘em,” he said, “I’m last in the tub, anyway... for obvious reasons.” He is undoubtedly the most caked in grime and blood. You grimace and nod,

“Thank you... I might just head up, then,” you say and he nods,

“Night.”

Though run down in appearance, the house is solid - the floorboards don’t creak, and the hinges are silent as you open the door, which may be why Dmitri doesn’t look up when you walk into the room. Shirtless, in a pair of tight, grey lounging pants of some kind, and frowning into a mirror, he’s washing his face and body with a rough cloth and a steaming bowl of water. He’s imposing, of course, but somehow vulnerable in the dim, warm light - that’s your first thought, then his eyes flick to you and you jump,

“Oh, shit, God sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” he says and waves a broad, calloused hand before lifting a chunky straight razor to cut the dark, curling hair that had started to form on his face over the days of walking, “we’re about to get a lot closer than this.”

“Yep,” it’s meant to sound flippant, but your voice comes out hard and flat. Dmitri sighs and wipes his face, turning to face you as he crosses his arms across his broad chest. The dark hair peppered across his chest and belly shines in the low lighting,

“You don’t like me very much, do you? Why?” He asks, and you gape,

“Why? You’re... look, do we have to do this now?”

“I think we should,” he raises his brows, “rather than sleep with the issue between us.”

“You’d rather sleep with nothing between us?” You retort and he smirks, chuckling,

“I’d rather sleep with the certainty you’re not going to smother me in my sleep,” he murmurs and looks down, “I know you have no reason to trust a Kamchatka guard, but I have no ill will to you...”

“You think I don’t like you because you worked as a prison guard?” You gape,

“Well, I can’t think of another reason why you would feel so strongly.”

“I don’t like you because you’re a sarcastic, caustic, infuriating, smug-”

“Hold on-”

“Arrogant-”

“Wait-”

“Arsehole,” you cross your own arms and then, emboldened by his shock, you push on, “and I don’t know why you bothered asking because you’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t think much of me.”

Dmitri scratches his clean-shaven chin and licks his lips,

“You think I don’t like you?” He asks, and for some reason it makes you want to scream,

“Oh you’ve made that very clear with your condescending ‘little ducks’ and ‘Americans’,and by the way fuck you for that - I am not American, how would you like it if I called you Lativan or Serbian?” His face starts to flush, and he starts to speak even as you push on. The words become uninteligible, mashing together as the two of you draw close to each other, hands gesticulating, until you are nose to nose and his face changes. Dmitri goes quiet and a small smile plays at his lips,

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” he murmurs, and the words are louder than gunshots. You freeze, heart hammering in your chest, torn between the desire to scream and the overwhelming urge to laugh. The shock of it alone could send you to your knees, “very beautiful,” he says, then with a devilish smile, “for an American.”

If he had been expecting you to push him it’s likely he would not have stumbled, but your hands in his chest send Dmitri reeling before he recovers and closes the space between you, hand sliding into your hair to tug you close. It’s the kind of kiss that usually only exists in fiction; he looms over you, hands brutally strong as he bears you back against the wall. Struggling to pull your hands from between the rough material of your nightgown and the cool, soft skin of his belly, groping at the thick muscles of his shoulders and whimper into his mouth. Dmitri pins you with his weight, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he wraps a strong arm around your waist and drags you to him.

It still feels like a struggle as you dance backwards, his mouth trailing down your neck and he surges forward, but your hands seem to be tugging him close rather than pushing him away, now. Teeth nip at your collar bone, the heat of his tongue on the corner of your jaw sends electricity through your body.

Lifting your feet from the ground, Dmitri grunts as your arms twine around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, breath leaving you in a huff as you collide with the wall again and something clatters in the room. A hot, heavy tension settles between your legs and you nip his lips sharply enough to make him hiss. Dmitri pulls away for a moment, eyes heavy lidded and hazy as he dips down to seek another kiss, chasing your lips as you squirm and a giggle drips from your lips and his hands drop to your rear. The frenzy is over - the next few kisses are firm but slow,

“God woman, you’ve decided to kill me slowly,” he growls, accent almost thick enough to cut, as his hands slide under the nightgown and find bare skin, “or perhaps this was your plan all along.”

“Fuck you,” you whisper, but it lacks conviction - your body is humming with need.

“If you insist,” he mutters, but before you can reply Hopper’s voice breaks the moment,

“Y/N? Dmitri?” You squirm away from his searching hand and he stops, pulling away to let you straighten your nightgown,

“Yes?” Dmitri calls,

“Everything alright, heard a crash?”

“That was me,” Dmitri calls, eyes sliding to you, “I knocked over the stool when I was shaving.” Silence,

“Right.” Hoppers voice is so thick with disbelief it might as well be an accusation. You flush, “sleep tight you two.” .

You start to laugh, covering your mouth to muffle the sound as Dmitri purses his lips and shakes his head, the skin at the side of his eyes crinklin, “forgive me,” he whispers after a few moments, “I couldn’t resist.”

“The joke, or the kiss?”

“Either,” he takes another step back, licking his lips, “I did not... I don’t dislike you, in fact I like you more than I should.” Suddenly it makes more sense - the way he herded you, checked on you, teased you. It wasn’t hostility. You take a breath,

“I feel foolish now,” you admit and scratch your head,

“No,” he shook his head, the clean, sharp smell of the soap he had used to wash worming its way into your nose as the windows rattle and the snow outside swirls, “it is perhaps, how do you say, a miscommunication?” You shiver and he turns to look at the bed, “I can sleep on the floor, if you will be more comfortable, I understand-”

“No,” you shake your head, “no, that’s not... necessary.”

“I promise to be a gentleman,” he says, raising his hands as if in surrender and as you slip past him to clamber between the covers you smirk and take the plunge,

“What a shame.”

#dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov x Y/N #dmitri stranger things #Stranger Things #non-American Y/N #make out session #angry makeout

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Three

Ten hours later, a plane ride full of Noah and me getting to know each other, a couple horror movies and a nap we landed in Ireland. A car was at the the front to pick us up with a trailer attached for all of our luggage and the guys' equipment. I slid in the back beside both Nick's since my legs are the shortest out of all of us before we set off for the hotel we were staying in for the next few days. The band has three shows in Dublin with a couple days off to prepare before, so we would be able to get to know the area a little bit.

"Maddie, have you ever been to Ireland?" Folio asked from beside me.

I shook my head at him. "Farthest I've been is Mexico." I said with a chuckle.

He laughed. "I bet you're excited then."

"Very." I said, slightly wiggling my toes in excitement.

"Normally the first night in a place we get absolutely sloshed then spend the next day trying food and taking naps, if that appeals to you." He said, eyes sparkling in excitement for what's to come.

I grinned. "Sounds like my kind of time." I said.

He cheered and slapped the roof of the van happily as we pulled up to the Airbnb we were all staying at. I laughed as we shuffled out and grabbed our bags. We put in the passcode to enter the house and walked in one after the other, the sound of our wheels rolling on the wood floor echoing around us.

"Everyone just claim a room to stay in and get some rest. We got a party tonight." Noah said, causing all of us to cheer.

"Maddie, I will be knocking on your door at 6 pm sharp later tonight so we can go pick out some liquor and get some food." Folio said.

"Sounds good to me." I said with a smile. "What time is it now anyways?"

"4 am." Nicholas said with a yawn, causing me to chuckle. "I'm gonna go claim a room." He said before lazily walking away to a connecting hallway.

"I think I'm gonna go do the same." Folio said, Jolly following him.

I turned to Noah, who was pulling his hoodie over his head and stifling a yawn. "Wanna make the last room decision?" I asked.

He shook his head. "If it has a bed I'm sold." He said with a chuckle.

I smiled at him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Maddie. Thank you for agreeing to be here." He said with a sleepy grin.

I grinned back at him. "Thank you for having me." I said before turning to make my way down the hallway of the bedrooms, slinging my carry on bag further around my shoulder.

I walked into the first open door and softly shut it behind me after flipping on the light, the sound of Noah doing the same in the room beside mine ringing out. I looked around the room and was met with grey patterned walls and black furniture. I walked over to the closet and flipped the light on, contemplating emptying my suitcase and hanging stuff up but quickly changed my mind when my eyes landed on the large fluffy bed in the center of the room. I turned the closet light back off and hopped onto the tall bed, falling face first with a deep sigh. A soft grin slid its way onto my face as excitement began to hit me once my reality sank in. After a few moments my eyes slid shut and I was out to the world.

Eight hours later I opened my eyes after a yawn, stretching out my tired limbs. I squinted as the sun hit my face between the blackout curtains and I groaned, rolling over to shove my face into my pillow. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag, walking over to the bathroom connected to my room. I opened the door and squinted against the bright light that was already on. My eyes landed on a very shirtless Noah standing at the sink, leaning against it with one arm and brushing his teeth. I jumped when I saw him, quickly turning around so I wasn't looking at him anymore.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry." I said quickly, my cheeks slightly warming up.

He chuckled as he spit into the sink. "I'm not naked."

I slowly turned towards him, peeking through one eye to make sure he was in fact decent. "Sorry, I thought this was just a single bathroom."

He rinsed his toothbrush and placed the cap on it, setting it beside the sink. "I did too and definitely opened the door to your room thinking it was some sort of closet."

I laughed as I wet my own toothbrush. "So you were being nosey." I said, putting toothpaste on and beginning to brush my teeth.

He laughed in return, turning around and resting his back against the sink. "Do you not go through stuff when you get an Airbnb?"

"Oh I definitely do." I said, mouth full of toothpaste.

I leaned down to spit into the sink as he chuckled, a yawn escaping his lips. "God, I'll never get used to jetlag."

"I've never experienced it to to this level. I feel drugged." I said, rinsing my toothbrush and placing my own cap onto it.

I turned to face him, his eyes quickly flicking back up to mine from where he was looking. I slowly looked down and realized I was currently only in an oversized t shirt, no pants or bra on, just a pair of black lacy panties.

I quickly looked up at him and yanked my shirt down lower. "I am so sorry. Again." I said, stifling a laugh.

"Don't even apologize for that." He said, eyes involuntarily darting down to my chest and back up to my eyes.

We held eye contact for a few moments, my breath caught in my throat as his eyes bore into mine. I took a deep breath and broke our eye contact, setting my toothbrush down and turning to walk into my room.

"Alright, I'm gonna go see what there is to eat. Meet you in the bathroom again sometime." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing his chuckle from behind it. I furrowed my brows and smacked my forehead as I leaned my back against the door. "Meet you in the bathroom again sometime. Stupid." I said, mocking myself.

I sighed and walked over to my suitcase to quickly hang up the stuff that needed to be hung up and placing my foldables into the tall dresser beside the closet. I slid on a Black Veil Brides hoodie with some leggings, deciding on the thicker material ones when a shiver went through my body. I started to realize October in Ireland is about ten times colder than it is in California when I saw the chill bumps on my arms. I pulled out the argan oil from my bag and squirted some into my palm to run my fingers through my black waves to try and smooth them out. I slid some black socks onto my feet before putting my phone into my hoodie pocket and leaving my room. The smell of food hit my nose as I turned the corner, my eyes landing on Noah and Nicholas cooking. They both turned to look in my direction, friendly smiles landing on their faces that were partially covered by the hoods on their heads.

"Hi, Maddie. Just in time for lunch." Nicholas said as he turned the stove off.

"Did you cook for everyone?" I questioned as I slid into one of the barstools at the center island.

Nicholas nodded as he began filling bowls with the ramen they made. "We normally do if all of us are in a place together. We like meals together."

I poked my bottom lip out as he slid me a bowl with a smile. "Thank you. I love how you guys eat together."

Noah grinned as he sat down beside me. "Like a family."

I smiled at him as Nicholas sat on the other side of him. "Which means you're part of the family now." Nicholas said.

I let out a soft laugh and looked down at my bowl of ramen as I chewed on the inside of my lip to stop my smile from growing. We settled into a comfortable silence as we began digging into our bowls, all releasing mmm's at the same time.

"Why is it so quiet out here?" Folio questioned from behind us.

I turned around as I chewed to see him and Jolly walking towards us, their hair sticking up in different directions from the deep sleep they got. I chuckled and held up my bowl of noodles, their eyes getting wide as they hurried over to the kitchen to get their own bowls.

"Maddie's eating family noodles!" Folio mumbled over his mouthful. "I knew she was a keeper."

I smiled at him. "Happy to be kept."

By the time we finished our noodles, conversations, and cleaned the kitchen it was pushing 4:30. I pushed myself away from the bar and stretched my limbs out, my back and hips sore from sitting in the barstool for so long.

"Maddie, are we still going to the store at 6?" Folio asked me as he stretched as well.

I nodded. "Yes! I was just about to say I'm going to go take a shower and get ready to go. Come get me when you're ready, I'm in the first room."

He gave me a thumbs up before I turned to go to my room. I shut the door behind me and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans from my closet and a more fitted band hoodie from my drawer. I smiled softly at the front, one of the first Bad Omens logo's stretched across it. I pulled all of my makeup, shower, and skin care items from my suitcase and carried everything into the bathroom, setting my shampoo and conditioner along with my body wash on the shelf in the shower. I started the shower to begin heating it up and walked to my room to pull out a pair of clean panties and a bra to put on after, grabbing my phone charger to plug it up in the bathroom. I turned my music onto shuffle and threw a clean towel and washcloth over the top of the shower before stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the warm water.

The sound of Flyleaf's All Around Me echoed around the room as I softly sang along while washing my hair. I quickly finished my shower and turned off the water just as Lips of an Angel came on my phone. I bobbed my head at it, humming along while drying off my body. I stopped what I was doing when I heard Noah's voice from the other side of the door. He was singing along to the song, adding vibrato in extra places effortlessly in a way that sounded like a siren. I chewed on my lip as I listened to him, reveling in the velvety sound. I slowly started to continue drying off as my eyes closed in a trance, haphazardly getting the droplets out of my hair. A smile slid onto my face as I wrapped my towel around me and picked up my hairbrush to get the tangles out while cold water droplets slid down my back. I scrunched my hair with my hands before opening the door to my bedroom to let some of the steam out, loving the fact that I will get to hear Noah's beautiful voice in person on a daily basis.

I quickly slid on my clothes and socks to warm my body up and scrunched my hair once more with the towel before hanging it up to dry. I rubbed the mirror to get rid of enough fog to see my face and began applying some quick makeup. I stuck to brow gel and some mascara to keep it light and walked to my bedroom to pull out my perfume, spritzing a couple sprays along with a scent enhancing oil on my wrists and neck. A knock from the doorway to the bathroom caused me to stop humming and twist around to see Noah leaning against it, sending him a quick smile while I arranged my perfume, deodorant, and oil.

"Hey. Cool with you if I come with to the store?" He questioned with a lazy side grin.

I furrowed my brows and nodded my head at him. "Yea, of course."

"Cool. I think Nicholas and Jolly are going to stay here and prep for tonight." He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

I squinted my eyes and stood up straight to cross my own arms. "What exactly am I getting into agreeing to a Bad Omens party?"

A laugh escaped him as he dropped his head backwards onto the doorframe, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "We might be a small group but we can get a little..wild I guess on the first night in an extended place. Bryan and Matt join us too for it." He said, bringing his head back down to look at me.

"So, I should probably get some Gatorade and headache medicine too is what I'm hearing." I said with a chuckle, taking a couple steps closer as my own head dropped backwards to look up his tall frame.

"I would get multiple of each." He said before turning to leave my room, his laugh echoing through the connected bathroom.

It's about to be an interesting night.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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She’s A Presley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 819

Warning(s): 70s!Elvis, mentions of the Vietnam war, slight Christmas mention (it happened around Christmas), coparenting with Elvis

A/N: Welcome to day 9, y’all! We have three more days to go! This is the shortest request that I’ve written simply because I don’t have many ideas about this. However, this was request by an anon. Nonnie, I hope this finds you! I hope I did this well for you!

“Mama, daddy said that I could go to my friend’s Christmas party this weekend,” your daughter whined below you as you combed through her curls. “I get that, baby. I just want you to be careful because you’re gonna be alone without us.” You didn’t want to be that type of parent to not allow her to go out alone, but it was dangerous times that they were all living in. The holidays only made them more scary to you. You had met Elvis back in the 50s, having to sneak around because you weren’t the same skin color as him.

You were dating him on and off, allowing him to dabble in other relationships with women who he could be seen in public with. However, he always managed to find himself back to you. You both married at the tail end of the 50s after interracial marriages became legal. Your daughter, Vivian came before the 60s began, sealing the bond that the both of you had with one another. Now it was the beginning of the 70s and the country was in the forefront of the Vietnam war. People were becoming violent. You couldn’t help but worry about your daughter.

“Darlin’, let’s just see how this party plays out. She’s 13, she should enjoy her teenage years.” Elvis stuck his head into the bathroom, his blue eyes locking to yours as you watched him from the bathroom mirror. You couldn’t fight him, no matter how much you didn’t want Vivian to go out alone. You knew that he was right. “Satnin, you know I’m right.” Elvis said once again, winking at Vivian who rolled her eyes at her father. “I know you’re right, E. But you can’t invalidate my feelings either. You know how we had to hide our relationship from others, I don’t want people to hassle her because she has a black mama.”

Vivian turned to face you, her curly hair flopping in her eyes which reminded you of all the times that Elvis’ hair flopped into his eyes the first time you met him. She looked so much like her father, her blue eyes that she inherited from him stared into your soul as she frowned. “Mama, you and daddy don’t have nothin’ to worry about. I’m a Presley. I ain’t gonna take nothing from nobody.” You laughed at your daughter’s confidence as she stood up from the chair, wrapping her arms around you. Elvis came in at that moment, wrapping his arms around you as well—pressing light kisses behind your ears.

Soon enough, your daughter’s friend and her father came to pick her up. You stood at the door, running over the phone numbers that she needed to call if she needed anything or had an emergency. “Maaaaa! I got it! I’m gonna be okay!” Vivian pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before she hopped into the car. “Baby, come in the house! She’s gonna be fine!” Elvis called from the living room, but you stood at the door until the car disappeared from your sight. You walked back into the living room where your husband was standing, holding a mistletoe over his head.

“Shouldn’t Daddy get a kiss?” He wiggled his brows, his blue eyes searching your face for your answer. You rolled your eyes, crossing the room to him before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Elvis hummed against your lips—something he would do when he knew that your mind was elsewhere. “‘Ya still worried about Viv?” He pulled away from you, a frown painting across his lips. You nodded, wiping your eyes as you thought about how your daughter was no longer the little girl that would sit on horses with her daddy. “She’s not our little girl anymore, is she?”

Elvis sighed, pulling you into his arms as he sat down on the couch that faced the Christmas tree that shined brightly in the room. “She’s still our lil’ girl, darlin’.” He sighed as he rubbed circles on your arms, nuzzling his head into your neck. “She’s just growin’ up, that’s all. Besides, you heard her. She’s a Presley woman like her mama. Ain’t gonna take no shit from anybody.” He laughed, causing a smile to cross your lips. “Oh hush, Elvis.”

Hours passed so you and Elvis were watching Christmas movies to pass the time until Vivian arrived home. She arrived home shortly after the third movie ended, happily raving on about the fun she had with her friends with Elvis. You were sitting there listening as you suddenly realized that your daughter was turning into her own woman. Once your daughter headed off to her room to go to bed, you turned to your husband with a smile on your face. “Now what’s got my woman so happy, huh?” Elvis wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“We have a teenager on our hands. Lord have mercy.”

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x black!reader #elvis x black reader #daisy’s 12 days of christmas requests #daisy writes

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flyawaybooks · 10 months

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shhh don't cry

cassmako Cinderella story, okay?

Euanthe is on the verge of death, Sokrates has betrayed the Apostolisian empire, and after Cassander, there's no heir to the throne. This simply will not do. The Apokine declares that it is time for their child to find a suitable spouse, and that there will be a royal ball open to all eligible citizens of the Golden Branch sector who can afford a transport to Apostolos and an outfit suitable for a royal event.

Mako is nobody. He's iteration 37 of an experiment gone mostly wrong. He's good at fogging, though, so the September institute has decided that he's their best shot at getting access to the inner secrets of the Apostolisian court. And, if it goes wrong? Well, there's more Makos where he came from.

Mako knows how to do this. Well. He did until about thirty seconds ago, when he crashed his Ring of Saturn directly into a finely-dressed Apostolisian and sent their bundle of dried squid-ink pasta and fresh vegetables tumbling to the streets.

"Seriously?" they snap at him. "Can you watch where you're going?"

Mako grins sheepishly and starts scrambling to help pick up the scattered ingredients.

"Sorry, got caught up with getting to my final destination as fast as possible, and I'm also a little lost. Guess I forgot to make sure the path was clear!" He hands over a bundle of formerly fresh basil, which is now decidedly squashed. "Uh, I don't suppose you happen to know where the Embassy is?"

The Apostolisian sighs. "Follow the market path past the next three crossings, and turn left at the fourth one. Keep going until you see the huge ostentatious building on the right, it's impossible to miss."

Mako finishes collecting a handful of what appear to be bright blue tomatoes and gives them back to the stranger. "Listen, I really appreciate it. And...yeah, sorry again, I got a bit carried away." He gives the Apostolisian a once-over, taking note of the well-pressed midnight blue tunic and slacks, the golden-brown skin, and the light dusting of teal scales scattered across their cheeks and over the backs of their hands. Their shoes look expensive, too. Upper class, then, or at least wealthy. Probably gonna be at the ball. "Hey, maybe I'll catch you at the big party this weekend, yeah? I'll save you a dance to make up for it!"

He reaches out a hand to shake the Apostolisian's, and then remembers that shaking hands with someone you haven't been introduced to is considered rude in Apostolisian society. He awkwardly pretends like he's fixing his hair and blushes a little bit, finally feeling the weight of his rapid-fire social failures. Great.

He's too focused on remembering the way he's supposed to be acting to notice the way the Apostolisian blanches at the mention of the party. Embarrassed and ready to make a speedy exit, he fires off one last, "Sorry!" before hopping back on the Ring and surfing away down the street.

Cassander now stands alone in the crowded market square with a bag of very rumpled groceries and a whole lot of questions about what just happened to them. But somewhere behind their initial surge of frustration, they find themself intrigued by this skinny, messy, clumsy guy who believes that he'll be attending the party. How did he get to Apostolos? He's clearly not a local. Dressed in a baggy pink hoodie and the shortest jean shorts they've ever seen, he also didn't seem to be a foreign dignitary. And yet he had asked for directions to the Embassy. What in the name of the Apokine was going on?

#the idea has gripped my brain in the final moments before my unholy bedtime #i have no idea how any of the logistics work but i CAN picture them singing the r&h 'do i want you because you're wonderful' song #cassmako #f@tt #counter/weight #you know? i think this is the first fanfic I've written since i was in fifth grade doing warrior cats #monica rambles #mako trig #cassander timaeus berenice #does anyone want more of this? cause tbh I'm feeling it i might write more

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i-got-da-rubes · 1 year

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Teenage Mutant Nature "Turtles" Masterpost

I wanna make a masterpost for these goobers. It will be updated as I make more content for them.

Iteration tag - TMN'T'

Iteration art tag - TMN'T' Art

Iteration info tag - TMN'T' Info

Iteration writing tag - TMN'T' Writing

Welcome to TMN'T'!! In this iteration, the boys don't grow up in a busy city, but secluded in a house in the woods on an island on the coast of South Carolina. When Splinter escaped with the kids, he ran as far and as fast as he could, hitchhiking, train hopping, and stealing bus tickets with two oddly covered toddlers and a suspiciously lumpy backpack.

Wonder who he was running from...

The story begins when April moves to their small town and stumbles upon the boys and their eccentric friend, Casey Jones. Shenanigans ensue, enemies are made, there’s kidnapping?? Maybe?? They eventually end up in New York, living begrudgingly in the hidden city with someone they don’t quite like.

They meet Cass, Sunita, Donnie’s online friend Donnie, and even MORE shenanigans ensue!! People get hurt, hearts broken, family ties tested, pasts revealed, and many, many hugs are given.

The photo references will often be out of date, so refer to the text parts of this post.

Q: What the hell is up with the birds?

A: They we’re mutated in their eggs with the DNA of two bio parents and a bird. The bird part was meant to increase speed and eyesight and similar things, but mostly just shows up in their patterns. They do have bird behaviors, like nesting and chirping and beaks, but turtles already had that. (Except for Donnie, homeboy doesn’t have a beak)

Q: Who mutated them?

A: ;) All I’ll tell you for now is that it was purposeful, similar to Rise. Leo was five when she was rescued, Raph one, and the twins in their eggs.

Q: What is the turtles relationship with each other?

A: Much like 2k12, Raph challenges Leo a lot. He knows she’s keeping things from them, won’t explain her scars, and there’s more to why they need to hide. All the boys tend to disrespect her place as leader, but are generally very close. Mikey and Donnie lean on each other, finding solidarity in being the “broken” ones(blind and softshell). The generally don’t need to talk to understand each other. They all cuddle and while they bicker, love each other very much. Overall, the relationship is good!

Leo - Turquoise Tanager - Ger

-Oldest at 19 years old

-Name is Leo or Ger

-DNA is spliced from a diamondback terrapin and a blue-winged teal

-Transfem and uses she/her

-English is her second language, learned when she was closer to four

-Terrified of snakes, extremely protective of her brothers

-Tallest at 6 foot even

-Uses two katanas

-Is not 100% in control of her portal Ninpo

-Wears handles on her body for Mikey to hold if he needs grounding

Raph - Red Knot - Red

-Second oldest at 16 years old

-Goes by Raph or Red

-Bigender, using he/she pronouns. Refer to her as however you want, but she will be written where she actively determines what gender she is at the moment to those around her.

-She caught Splinter and Leo doing Katas one day and insisted on being taught. Found a hero comic book and donned her mask first.

-Besties with Casey

-Can't follow rules or orders for shit

-Second shortest at 5"2

-Uses tail and phantom limb Ninpo as a whip

-Wears handles on her body for Mikey to hold if he needs grounding

Donnie - Black-bellied Plover - Plover

-Third oldest at 15 years old, twins with Viero

-Goes by Donnie, Plover, or Plo'

-Spliced from a spiny softshell turtle and a black-bellied plover

-Uses hey/they pronouns

-Their tech abilities are currently undetermined

-Mostly nonverbal, uses TFS (three-finger sign)

-Second tallest at 5"10

-Gets so fucking anxious and overwhelmed when feeling warm emotions

-Ninpo is creating objects from "thin air." They actually use nutrients from their own body or around them, so they have to be careful with what they eat and create.

-Obsessed with history, biology, and making sweet grass baskets

-There's a stupid amount of preserved plantations(you know the kind) in the area. They have burnt one to the ground on one confirmed occasion.

-Their idea to wear handles on their body for Mikey to grab if he needs grounding

Mikey - White-eyed Viero - Viero

-Youngest at 15 years old, twins with Donnie

-Goes by Viero, V, Mikey

-Spliced from a musk turtle, striped mud turtle, and a white-eyed viero

-He/him, cis

-Blind from hatching

-When activating Ninpo they have a heightened sense of their surroundings, like a kind of sight. Imagine Toph Beifong.

-Smallest at 4"10

-Loves swimming, pineapple pizza, using their fear stink to mess with his siblings

-Musk turtles emit a foul "armpit" odor on command when threatened so yes, Mikey can do this

-Their species tends to carry salmonella, and while Mikey doesn't they totally use this to mess with humans

-Aroace

-Quite literally doesn't see the point in fashion so only wears necessary elbow and knee pads

-Likes pottery and making sweet grass baskets, they feel nice to his hands

-"Secret" pizza pal Woody

Casey - Arnold Casey Jones - Case

-17 years old

-Raph’s best friend

-Antisocial as hell at school

-Hockey!!

-He made a custom jersey using the turtle’s colors

-Tries hard to be a mean punk but is too sweet

-5”7

April - April O’Neil - Pri

-16

-Very little is known yet

-Has a foster father of five years

-Oddly enough, she wasn’t disturbed to meet anthropomorphic turtles…

-5”9

More bios to be added as completed.

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cboffshore · 3 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag, @fabrowrites!

Tagging: @basicallyjaywalker and, uh, I'm not really sure. NWOD buddies, if you see this, you're all welcome to hop on too!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

Twelve! One is technically a mini essay collection and one is a poem, though, so ten proper fics.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

122,397!!! Which is.... wow!!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Ninjago. That's it. I don't really engage with other shows enough to write fic for them, and I think writing fic for IRL bands and such is weird as hell, so I don't that at all.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Oh boy, let's see:

A Disappearing Act (Done Poorly) leads the race, which makes sense - she's been around the longest!

It Doesn't Take Much (To Cover Up Small Cuts) is a bit of a surprise, but so worth it.

The Splinter in the Blind Man's Eye: An Unofficial Revision . What a great group project. Too bad Tommy wandered off to work on Dreamzzz or whatever... This one is like a tombstone on my account. Or maybe a mausoleum...

Just Cross The Waters my beloved!

Coughing Up Feathers is one that I'm amazed isn't higher - kind of had a spike in activity when I updated OSSAS this year.

5. do you respond to comments

YES. I love to blabber. Please ask me questions!!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Elegy Above Sea Level isn't a fic - it's that single poem I mentioned earlier - but it's really the only work I have that ends on a purely bitter note. I don't deal in unbalanced angst, but I like this one. Goes down like a raw spoonful of cocoa powder, honestly, and I adore it.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oof, that's... that's a tough one. I would have to say Coughing Up Feathers purely because it's got a miniature "everyone laughs" ending that still makes me smile when I read it back.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No, and you know what? I wish I did, sort of. Maybe not outright hate, though. As much as I love opening my comments to find my readers excited for me, it does get a little repetitive sometimes. Peer review me in the comments! Find an inconsistency and make me justify it! Lord knows I've done my share of criticism (on Tumblr and Discord, though - I'm just nice enough to not do it in the comments) and I think it would be fun to get that energy back. Plus, spite fuels me! If you make me mad, you get more writing. Win-win.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nope. Never. I would rather eat pillow stuffing.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Not any more, but my very first fic from middle school was a god-awful triple hit of Star Wars (with total homebrew lore, all I kept were the lightsabers and Force tricks), Ninjago, and - get this - Lindsey Stirling. I abandoned it halfway through the Rise of the Snakes season installment.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! That's the nice thing about focusing on an underappreciated angle - everyone else pays attention to the big, popular stuff, and only the people who would appreciate it even look twice at mine.

12. what's the longest you've spent working on a fic? and the shortest?

If I Can Think (Of Something Clever) took me about three months of on and off writing, plus LOADS of planning, so that's my longest! On the other hand, I wrote Wouldn't It Be Grand? (It Ain't Exactly What You Planned) in the span of a few hours.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Not sure I want to, either, although maybe someday...

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? from all fandoms?

IT'S THE MISFORTUNE'S KEEP. I don't do romance, not really, although to properly answer that I will confess that I do like Jaya enough to write it now and then.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't really have any WIPs in limbo right now, so I don't have an answer here? Either I finish a fic or I lay it to rest when the momentum dies. No middle ground.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I'm very good at comedic timing and imagery! I love trying to paint the mental image of a room - sometimes I even do floor plans to help me out.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I worry that my action writing is a little too straightforward - I write like I had to when I was a stage manager, so my actions are VERY cut and dried. It helps me visualize better, so I'm unlikely to change, but I wonder sometimes if my readers get sick of it.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've never done it, but I think it's a cool idea!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Ninjago. I've never written fic for any other.

20. favorite fic you've written?

My favorite usually tends to be my most recent, so that honor goes to If I Can Think (Of Something Clever). It also breaks a few records - both in personal best fic length, and in the fact that it's the first fic I've ever seen that comprehensively gets to Nya's experience during e63 instead of just nodding at it during the aftermath. That entire series is fueled by that "be the fic author you want to see in the world" idea, because let's be real - there isn't a lot of Nya centric Skybound content. When there is, it's usually aftermath, but I want to see the thick of it! I'm doing my best out here.

#lila speaks #tag game

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klcthebookworm · 26 days

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WIP Wednesday: Evil Jack: Till Death Do We Part

So the real surprises of picking up long-lingering projects (*waves slightly* it's been fourteen years BMFM fandom and I never got a chance to watch the 2006 revival so I will ignore it) was

transporting my notes and outlines into Scrivener that I use now

it has been a hot minute rewatching any episodes but between this writing and Trigun: Three of a Kind, I have found many details lodged into my long-term memory that I totally didn't expect

picking up the narrative, if only ALL my writing projects could flow like that

Moving things has been complicated because the desktop tower computer a lot of stuff was saved on died and I need to buy a new hard drive for it. The files are fine because of backups. Automatic backups are the best octane; set them up. But there are extra steps to me getting what I'm looking for which is annoying. Me putting details into the stories that I double check and find canon evidence has just been fun. And wow, I've been able to write longhand rough draft on paper, which I have been blocked in other projects to need to have my fingers on the laptop keyboard.

So for everyone who's been introduced to Hannah Davidson in Trigun: Three of a Kind, this is a story from when she was five-years-old, the fourth one in the Evil Jack series.

Three figures get out of the ship and walk to the back door of the garage that led into the downstairs kitchen. They all had big ears and tails and one was a lady. Hannah pushed the window. It slid up easily, letting in all the cold air of December. At least it had stopped raining tonight because these new mice hadn’t brought umbrellas. Dad said there was time for the rain to become snow before Christmas.

They stopped half in the circle from the light over the back door but she could see they all had the same kind of olive green pants. “We definitely miscalculated local time,” the tallest said in a low voice, a man mouse for sure. “Just how late is it?”

“I have only been here once,” the lady mouse answered, equally quietly, “and you expect me to have the local time calculations in my head?”

“I expected to call for a welcoming committee once we got past the Plutarkian patrols,” he said back with a sigh.

“And I want to actually succeed at this mission and not get apprehended,” she snapped back without making her voice louder.

The shortest one heaved out a sigh. “I’d feel bad about waking Charley-ma’am up. She works. Uncle Modo won’t be as asleep at the scoreboard.”

Hannah leaned out of the window. “He’s your Uncle Modo too?”

All three of them looked up at the window and the shortest one moved more into the light. He had pale tan fur, lighter than Dad’s but darker than Uncle Vinnie’s white, and his hair was a dark brown except for a streak of orange between his antennae. “You must be Hannah.” He smiled. “I’m Rimfire, and Modo is my uncle. Is your Mom awake?”

“You live on Mars.” Hannah looked over at the spaceship hidden in the shadows since they turned off the lights. “Nobody said you had a spaceship. Is it broken?”

“No, because I actually know how to fly them,” the lady said. “Can you get your mother? It is important.”

“Okay.” She hopped back from the window and ran around the couch to open Mom and Dad’s bedroom. “Hey! We got company from Mars! Though he wants to go see Uncle Modo and I think he got told no.”

#my fic #wip #wip wednesday #biker mice from mars #evil jack series #death do we part #hannah davidson #stoker #carbine #rimfire

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theunwellkingdom · 4 months

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Lore Spotlight #1: Meet Our Heroes

Six strangers awakened in a dungeon cell...

Five years ago, our D&D campaign began! Learn a bit about each of the eight player characters at the forefront of our epic tale, featuring their own hand-drawn art!

Garp Garp, Goblin Bard

Played/Illustrated by Juston - he/him (uppermindink on Instagram)

Garp Garp abandoned his goblin clan when he heard the beautiful music of the Blue-Haired Bard. She taught him the power of thrash before mysteriously vanishing! Now, he uses that power to protect his friends with the help of his flaming familiar, the Level Skull! He's also dabbled into darker magic and proclaimed himself Lord of Bones!

Fable, Catfolk Cleric

Played/Illustrated by Larissa - she/her (royallydivine on Instagram)

Fable is a sweet and caring catfolk with a sneaky trickster side! She hails from the distant kingdom of Eldoris, and is constantly appalled by the terrible things that happen here in Lyrea. She calls upon the cat goddess Xalyn to bring light and healing to this unwell kingdom!

Mishka, Tiefling Fighter

Played/Illustrated by Kelsey - she/her (@kelseesi)

Mishka was once a member of the Royal Guard, but was cynical, restless, and unfulfilled. Adventure was exactly what she needed, and she thrives in the chaos of this group! Even when she ran into a trap and lost an arm, she simply kept the limb to wield as a grotesque weapon, even getting it enchanted and modified for maximum damage!

Eventually, Mishka found a calling where she least expected – training meek wizards of the Unseen Library into adept battle mages. She stayed with them after they were displaced, to help rebuild.

Gin, Human Monk

Played/Illustrated by Boon - he/him

Gin is an enigma, a wandering drunken monk who is either two steps ahead or three steps to the side. For instance, he's the only member of the original party who wasn't kidnapped... he saw the others being taken and simply hopped along for the ride, to see if he could help. He is fiercely protective of his friends, especially Garp Garp, and will make demonic pacts to prove it! He's also an avant garde brewmaster, for anyone daring enough to try his mixes.

Tourmaline, Genasi Blood Hunter

Played by quinn - they/them (quinnntastic_ on Twitter)

Tourmaline began her journey as a sweet, naïve, young genasi (an elemental daughter of human and genie) who was abandoned by her birth parents and raised by two loving dwarves. However, she quickly fell into bad company and was tricked into drinking the blood of villain Ans Fleurellian. This changed her into a blood hunter, able to pay life for power, and set her on a heavy path of learning the world's hard truths.

Tourmie was whisked away to the Indigo, a mysterious realm of the dead, but while her time traveling with the party may have come to an end, her story is far from over!

Lani, Aasimar Rogue

Played by Riley - they/them (@ratbrick)

Lani grew up in the seedy streets of Crestfall, along with a tight-knit group of other orphans. She's an aasimar, chosen for protection by a divine guardian... but hers was nowhere to be found. Her time with the party was the shortest, as her loyalties stayed with the orphans, but any time our story returns to Crestfall, she remains a stalwart ally.

Unfortunately, sometimes life gets in the way. We had to write a few characters out of the party over the years, but that was also a chance to meet some new faces!

Olly, Gnome Wizard

Played/Illustrated by Vi - they/them (vidraws on Twitter)

Olly spent most of his life studying magic at the Unseen Library, before the Grand Council sent him out to join our heroes and spy on them! He did this, reluctantly, but his travels opened his eyes to where his allegience should truly lie. By the time the party made it to the Library all together, Olly was ready to fight alongside them to the bitter end!

Kornaan, the Cobbler

Played/Illustrated by Zack - he/him (me!)

Kornaan was a half-orc cobbler in the sleepy port town of Loam who marveled at the wondrous tales from adventurers who came to repair their boots as they were passing through. He was inspired, and set off to become an adventurer himself!

Since I'm the one running the campaign, Kornaan serves as a blend of player character and NPC. He travels with the party and offers help, but he'll always take a backseat when it comes time to solve problems (sometimes I even use him to create new ones when needed!). Nevertheless, his arc over the years has brought him from bumbling wannabe to real adventurer!

#uwk #the unwell kingdom #mtg #homebrew #devlog #lore spotlight #ocs #garp garp #fable #mishka #gin #tourmaline #lani #olly #kornaan

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