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real-life-cloud · 4 months
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i love palia but the way account syncing works is dogshit
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yxami · 11 months
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mean prince
description: yandere prince x fem reader, yandere prince x princess, arranged marriage, toxicity, angst? cheating, when I wanna write sad things I listen to sad songs, it helps me loll
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You stood before your betrothed, safely locking away any emotions that would cause you to scream and run away from this awful situation.
You didn’t want to be married to him! You didn’t want to be here! You just wanted to go back home.
Why weren’t you in your own kingdom, tending to your beautiful garden and doing your princess duties like usual. Why did this scum of a kingdom have to take over yours? And why were you being married to this awful prince.
His empty cold stare only made you shiver even more in this cold full church. You were too dazed to realize he had finished his fabricated vows until your mother snapped at you from the front row of seats. You hastily said those two words of imprisonment before having to give up your first kiss along with your life.
Even the wedding night was empty and cold, he wasn’t with you. You could only wonder in the uncomfortable setting on what he could possibly be doing to not spend the first night with his wife.
You stopped caring about what he could be doing and should be doing after that night. You decided you would act like a perfect wife, one that listened and did her duties to sit and look pretty.
You would lovingly speak to him as if you weren’t just trying to make this marriage easier. You would craft him cute gifts, like a new coat or shirt! You were also taught how to work with wood so you even created him a new handle for his knife!
This was before Xavier shut down all ideas of you continuing to work with wood.
“Stop working with wood, it’s unladylike! You should stay in your room where you’re supposed to be and be a regular wife. You certainly don’t want me to go and tell my mother and father that you’re not listening, right?” His tone was condescending like he was speaking to a small child.
You knew he had power of you, and lots of it. You didn’t want your family to get in trouble so you quickly stopped and continued trying to be the best wife you could be. Even if you cried yourself to sleep every night at the thought of you having to try and please him the next day.
He did that all the time though, smacking away any type of love you tried giving to him. If it was wrapped up then he would toss it away, if it was something romantic then he would push you away, telling you that he wasn’t interested today. Nothing seemed to pique his interests.
Except for the copious amount of women he was bringing into his room almost every night. You knew it was happening but you kept quiet, he probably didn’t even want to marry you either but likely had to for the succession of his parent’s kingdom taking over your family’s.
It was annoying though, it was annoying you every night when you would see him laughing and chatting with a gorgeous woman that would enter his room where you would have to hear the moans and whimpers of before another one came the next night.
That’s where you decided none of your efforts would work to please him so why would you continue?
He wasn’t worth your time!
If he was going to cheat then so could you!
You stopped giving Xavier gifts, affection and you definitely stopped asking him to consummate the marriage. You even brought along your own men to play with when you were bored.
It was honestly freeing to finally have peace with the fact that you didn’t have to wake up bright and early, being dressed by maids with puffy and heavy dresses that were probably the most expensive you’ve ever seen. It was even better when you realized you didn’t have to talk to him anymore!
When Xavier started noticing these differences he didn’t say anything at first. He could care less that you weren’t trying anymore. Until something nagged at him. Why weren’t you doing it anymore?
Did you stop loving him? Or did you never love him in the first place?
It honestly pissed him off even more when he started realizing that you were bringing men into your room as well. He hated hearing all the noises and words that came out of your room. He shouldn’t be hearing them from a different room. He should be with you.
He tried acting like it didn’t bother him. As if it didn’t the room didn’t feel empty without seeing you across the table in your seat. Even if he wasn’t talking to you, you would speak about what you did the past day and how the garden has been going.
That was pretty much the only thing he allowed you to do that seemed “wife like” which was to tend to the garden and water the flowers. Of course, the gardener could do that but it wouldn’t be the same to see your hard work pursue onto the beautiful blooming flowers.
Now that you weren’t giving him love or any thoughtful gifts, he felt odd. He wanted you to treasure him as your strong and handsome husband. He wanted you to love him again! He had no clue he would miss your affection so much until it was finally being taken away from him.
The roles were now reversed, Xavier would gift you the richest of silk, along with beguiling jewelry, with no avail, of course. You were finally happy with how the situation was and now he wanted to fix it?
You’d wake up to a new bouquet of roses at your bedside everyday. You never threw the plant gifts away because they were still alive and it wasn’t worth killing them just because you hated your husband.
“Hello my love, how did you sleep?” Xavier perked up at you entering the dining room, earlier than usual! You must have started warming up to his presence!
“Fine..” You tried rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes after plopping down in the dining room chair. Today the maids dressed you up in a bewitching pink dress with golden patterns running all around.
“Would you like to sit closer? It feels rather odd having you so far away” He pat the seat closest to him, needing to feel your presence.
You mumbled an okay and attempted to bring your plate with you but a servant did that for you, quickly placing it before you once you sat down.
“I missed having you so close, remember the last time we were this close?” He held your hand in his much larger ones, kissing the top of yours.
“Our wedding? That was two weeks ago” You stared at him puzzled on why he’s been so affectionate lately. Maybe he finally wants to be a good husband but what caused this sudden switch?
“Mhm, I missed your touch” He held both of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. He really seemed like he craved your touch right now. You just couldn’t put your finger on why.
“Is there something you needed?” You took your hands out from his grasp and he tried hiding his disappointed frown.
“No, I just wanted to see my gorgeous wife, is that so wrong of me?” His grin widened seeing how you looked this morning. Sleepy, yet so graceful.
“The same wife that you’ve been cheating on since the start of your marriage? Or is it also the same one that you ignored too?” You scoffed at him trying to attempt at being affectionate. It was out of character for someone like him.
“Well, I’m not sure why you’re mentioning that right now when you’ve done the same! Anyways though, I wanted to talk about finally consummating our marriage” His popping vein on his forehead signaled his anger at the topic of you cheating as well but you didn’t notice anything other than his tone.
“Hah, you’re very humorous” You were in disbelief that now he wanted to act like the perfect husband. You got up, picking up your dress as to not wrinkle it under the sudden movement. You were definitely awake now.
“I’m being serious, what’s so funny about that?” he followed close beside you, as the two of you walked down the enormous hallways of his kingdom.
“Now you want to do that? Noww you do” You couldn’t help but laugh in his face once he looked at you. You couldn’t believe him one bit.
He spent the entire day trying to convince you, even if you made witty remarks and obvious insults, he’d just brush them off with a kiss on your cheek or compliment. He’d do anything to try and make you trust him.
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hellish-sunsets · 30 days
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You're an Asshole - Pt 2 - First Attempt
Pt 1
Summary: Adam goes to a concert and tries to win reader over.
Warning: swearing
Word Count: 1,302
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This was fucking bullshit.
He glared at the stupid list in his hand, squinting at the smudged and blurry ink. The room was quiet save for the ticking of the clock on the shelf somewhere above his head. The only light was from the desk lamp, dim and just enough to light the old wooden desk. It wasn’t the grand mahogany desk of his office at work, but the worn pine of the desk shoved in the corner of his bedroom. The corners were covered in dust, telling of how rarely this desk was used. Why would he? There was plenty of better shit to do.
He was supposed to be going to a concert later tonight. That should be a fuckton more fun than agonizing over this bullshit.
Misogynistic, egotistical, sex obsessed, demeaning, condescending (he was almost certain those two were the same thing but whatever), hateful, violent, foul-mouthed all around rude.
He was sure he wasn't always like this, was he? He huffed, scratching at the stubble on his chin. He chose not to dwell on that thought.  What mattered right now was proving to that stuck up bitch he wasn't an asshole. Even if… he was starting to think maybe he was. But what did that matter? No one was perfect. Besides, he was the first man himself! He was allowed a few more assholeish mannerisms, right? 
Fuck that stupid bitch! This whole thing was fucking with his head. He would just got to this lame ass concert, prove to that bitch he was the most charming, not assholish person in existence, they would fuck and he could be over with this whole fucking situation.
He smirked at himself, leaning back in the chair, the old wood creaking under his weight. He would be sure this night would be worth it.
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Just as he suspected, the concert itself was lame as fuck, some whiny emo bullshit he just couldn't get behind. He spent most of the time looking around for her. What even was her name again? He couldn't remember, not that it mattered. 
He didn't catch sight of her until the concert was almost over, the chorus of the last song clashing over the audience and drowning out their cheers. She was towards the front, the lights flashing and playing across her skin, lighting up her face and broad white smile, long white hair  and wings reflecting the various colors, mostly blues and purples. She almost looked like she was glowing, but that was corny ass couple shit or something. It was just another chick at a concert, just like all these other bitches. 
He let her enjoy the rest of the song before approaching her, the last clash of the cymbals his signal to swoop in.
“Watch this, Lute.” He said with a smirk, elbow digging into her side and making her scowl and roll her eyes. “I'm gonna have this bitch eating out of my hand.”
“I know, sir, just get going before she runs off.” She said with a huff, fighting off a smirk of her own. He gave her a mock salute and headed towards his latest victim, the picture of innocence as she happily chatted with the few winners around her, unaware of how hard she was about to fall for him. He shoved through the crowd, earning scowls he ignored. 
Just be nice. Don't talk about yourself too much. Pretend you care. He could do this, just for one night.
“Hey, ti- uh, toots!” He said with a cocky grin, sliding in next to her. He mentally congratulated himself for not calling her tits. Most chick's didn't like it. He wasn't wearing his mask tonight, figured it would be easier to win her over if he could use his naturally good looks. That, and maybe she was stupid enough to think he was someone else. 
The group around her seemed tense when he showed up. One of them, another chick, tried to grab her arm and drag her away, but she gently nudged them off and offered them a warm smile.
“Hi, Adam. Gotta say, bit surprised to see you around here. Didn't think you liked this type of music.”
Not stupid then. Good, more fun that way. 
“Ya know, just figured I'd try something new.” He said with a half shrug. 
Her eyes lit up, a sparkling sort of blue. He couldn’t make out the exact shade in the dim lighting of the venue. “Good for you! I love hearing new music, it's so interesting to see all the different ways humans come up with to make songs! I also just really like finding what new instruments they come up with! How did you like it?” 
He could feel the smirk slip from his face as he huffed. He had a lot of words to describe this donkey shit of a concert: whiney, pathetic, shit, stupid, fucking lame. But he couldn’t voice any of that. He had to be polite. Eventually he managed another shrug.
“Yeah, definitely not my thing. Still going metal and rock and roll all the way.” That cocky smirk of his returned to his face and she gave an understanding nod. 
“Yeah, fair enough, but I'm glad you gave it a try! Life’s boring if you never try anything new.” She said with that flashing smile. Her friend's hand was on her arm again, but she still wouldn’t follow their lead, not yet anyways. He smirked to himself. He was reeling her in nicely, he was sure. 
“Yeah? And what music do you find rockin'm?” It was a trick question, of course. He had already heard her music before, but he wasn’t about to let that slip. Don't want to give her a big head or something or give off the impression he was some fan. 
“Ah, I don't usually have a genre preference.” She said with a wave of her hand, feathers ruffling slightly as she thought. “It's more like… I have specific songs I like, but no favorite genre. I don't really have a favorite band either. That's kind of fucking lame though, huh?” She said that last part with a nervous chuckle, wings drooping slightly, finger scratching at her cheek.
“Of fucking course not, don't be fucking stupid.” He said with a frown. It was a rather lame attempt at reassurance, but that was the best he could do. Her eyes widened in surprise and he was sure he had fucked it up, but then she flashed that bright smile of hers. 
“Aw, thanks Adam! I guess you're right. Anyways.” She waved it off and continued. “I'm in a band and we do stick to a specific genre, I guess, but that’s just for image, you know? No one likes a band that's constantly changing genre. It's like… folk… punk? I think that's the best way to describe it.”
“Fuck yeah, sounds badass.” And he might have actually meant it? He wasn’t entirely sure. Probably not. “Anyway, want to take this party on the road or something?”
And for a moment he really did think he had her. She gave him that pretty little smile, her wings fluttering slightly.
“Nah, I can’t.” He could feel his face fall and she giggled at that look. “Awww, come on, don’t look so disappointed! I’ve got work to do before bed, but we can hang out another time, okay?” 
It took every fiber in his being to remind himself to keep his cool, play it off, it wasn’t a no. He could still win her over yet.
“Yeah, alright, no biggie. Catch you next time bitch!” He abruptly turned away and marched off, managing to hide the scowl on his face, at least from her.
Next time, bitch. He would fucking get her next time.
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paintedstories · 10 months
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Apocalypse
♥ song of the story OWN MY MIND -maneskin
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gif from @yonglixx ⚠: mentions of zombies: mentions of blood and death; mentions of Felix killing zombies; mentions of his family being dead(I'm sorry 🙏 its for the plot); mentions of readers family being dead(sorry again) ⚠: can be considered a fluff story if you don't mind the theme ⚠: Survivor Lee Felix x Survivor fem reader (she/her) ⚠: In this AU skz doesn't exist, meaning, that Felix doesn't know any of the members.
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panting could be heard from the girl hidden in a long ago abandoned house.
"ahh, shit-" she breathed under her breath, exhausted from running, punching, and killing all day. She started searching carefully throughout the house, carefully to not make too much noise, walking and finding things that might be helpful. After putting all the things she found in the middle of the room, things such as cans of fruits and food, screwdrivers, knives, soap, and ladies' necessities, she decided to choose what she exactly needed and go on a run outside, maybe find some abandoned shops or hopefully a pharmacy, as she was in a new city.
while walking she stumbled across an alley and decided to go in it to rest, as she did not see or hear any of those horrifyingly disgusting creatures she sat down close to one of the big metal trash bins, fortunately for her, it did not smell that bad, as it has had not been used for at least 5 months. while she carefully opened one of the food cans she found, she suddenly heard something, or rather someone walking. Scared she rapidly put the can down and got up with her knife to kill who was coming next.
"hey- woah, woah, mate slow down, I'm peaceful!" he whisper shouted while putting his hands up making her put the knife down and look at him with a serious face. "I'm warning you if you try stealing from me, I won't hesitate to murder you," she said sternly while sitting down and starting to eat from the can. But he continued staying on guard next to her. "what are you doing?" she looked at him weirdly but he doesn't say anything, only smiles and sits next to her, after approximately 2 minutes the hands him the other half of the can that she didn't finish intentionally. "eat" she said not looking at him. "woh thanks!" he exclaimed and smiled brightly "didn't eat something non expired in ages haha" her face fell after hearing that. How, how, what happened here. she thought while slowly peeking to look at his shadowed dirty face. poor guy was all she could muster in her thoughts. "want more?" she looked at him while handing him another can, now with a different type of food. " no, no, I can't, it would be too much! I don't have anything in return!" he said while shaking his hands showing that he meant it. "No, really take it, I have more, found a house, 30 minutes away, very quiet no monsters, and it has a lot of food. maybe you would want to come with me, you know, two is better than one," she said while scratching her back of the neck.
"Really?- are you joking with me? because if not I'm coming!" he smiled while sitting up and holding his hand to her. As she took it, first time making skin-to-skin contact with the stranger she felt a spark in her heart and worms in her stomach, no she felt butterflies, she shacked her head gently and started to walk a little bit in front of him to lead the way.
On their way to the house, they chatted and found out that his name was Lee Felix, an Australian. They encountered 3 zombies too but decided to just run off, as it was night time and they wouldn't be seen.
Arrived at the house she shows him around, and he helps her to patch the broken windows and unnecessary rooms.
While searching for a good room Felix found a basement, the basement of the said house, deciding to investigate right then, as it was night and the zombies were mostly asleep and easier to kill. Big luck for them was that inside was only one, a guy, the owner of the house they declared. After y/n killed it and Felix helped by dragging it outside the house in front of the yard and throwing it on the fence, as protection from other fellow zombies, because if they smelled the blood of the said zombie on the fence they would pass the house and not get in even if heard any sounds from inside. Of course, it would smell bad but good thing that the smell didn't get too close to the house.
After rearranging the whole basement, meaning, getting all the things in the living room, then putting on a big bed for two inside the room, of course, cleaning it very well. They might have been in the apocalypse but to be clean still helps. good thing the basement was as big as the house, large enough to put some of the kitchen and bedroom furniture down, creating a little house, sadly inside the basement was only the installation for water, not the toilet too, so the bathroom remained inside the house. Not too big of a problem as the house looked like it never been touched by the filthy hands of those zombies.
"few, we're finally done!" Felix said happily while slumping on the bed."ey get your dirty butt off the bed, you need to change and shower....." she realized that the water from the bathroom didn't work anymore, only the one in the basement, the reason being that the installation was made so that water will work even without electricity, but that only in the basement. " haha shit, we got to wash with cold water" she sighed as she plopped next to the bed resting her back on the bed leg next to a now floor sitting Felix. "haha jokes on you, not washing with cold water" he laughed "then sleep on the floor"
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hey, hey, hey! my cherry's hope you liked this story if you want part two ✌ tell me master list 📃 feel free to request your deepest desires!
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praisethesuuun · 1 year
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Hey! I'm new to your blog, but I like your writing so far! If you take requests, what about some in-denial loki, about a crush he has. Through in a little jealousy? Meanwhile reader is just completely oblivious to all of it, just doing their job lol
sorry I don't think I nailed this one! I tried tho
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Loki x fem!reader: little bunny
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Type: I have no idea, angst (?) but not too much
Warnings: blood, biting, Loki being Loki
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Loki couldn’t take it anymore: you were the most annoying brat he had ever met. Always getting on his nerves with that shitty attitude of yours, wanting to “be friendly” for once, but he knew you were only doing that out of fear. You were just a human after all, living among the gods just because you were the daughter of Ares. “That idiot” thought Loki while he was walking between the corridors of the Arena. He wanted to fight you so bad, cut you with his silver tongue as usual, but the Greeks were pretty protective and it was impossible to get near his target.
You knew that, so you decided to make his job easier by trotting cheerfully at his side. Loki didn’t seem to notice at first, continuing his internal dialogue, huffing angrily a couple of times. “What are you so angry about?” you asked him, curious as ever and with the stars in your eyes. You were oblivious about the judgement of the god beside you, in fact, you admired him: his ability of escaping from difficult situations using the head, his fitghing style… he was your idol.
“There’s this little…” Loki stopped, eyes wide for a second before turning to look at you. He stayed silent for a bit and what happened after was something you’ll never forget. Your heart broke when you saw the change in his deep eyes: in their beutiful deep purple you could see a flash of pure rage dart through his pupils. You backed away immediately, fearing his next move. He smiled: you looked so little and weak at the moment, all alone and in the wolf’s den. He couldn’t let you escape now.
“Alright, I’m going, I’m sorry” you tried to say, your back already turned and the shiver down your spine cold as ever. Your dad taught you better than annoying another god, you were just a human after all, someone could have murdered you at any moment. Ready with a plan in your head (that was, run as fast as possible) you missed a certain red hair god doing an entrance.
Loki was ready to grab you by the hair, but a stronger grip grabbed his wrist. The green hair god looked up, his gaze remained unchanged, if anything it became bored. “What do you want?” he asked looking up to meet Thor, who was silently following you fearing that something like this would happened. His cousin wasn’t good company and, when he saw you dart behind him, he knew that some help would’ve come in handy. “I could ask you the same thing” Thor answered, his voice low as a thunder’s echo and the other god changed completely his facade. “Don’t worry, my dear! We were just having a little chat, right?”
When you saw him turning his eyes to you, your face paled and your hands became sweaty, but Thor didn’t need another word. Without saying anything else, he picked you up, holding you close, leaving the scene as silently as he arrived. You often asked yourself how could someone this big be so stealthy, but your mind was somewhere else now: the person who you looked up the most tried to attack you, petrifying your heart and making you feel hollow. You curled up against Thor, the heat radiating off him wasn’t enough to defrost you, but all the fear was coming back to you all at once and you needed to feel any kind of available comfort. The god of thunder hugged you a bit tighter hoping to do something good. “Thank you” you whispered, bringing your arms around his scarfed neck. He only hummed. Well, it was better than nothing.
On the other hand, Loki was watching his skin become red and swollen by the second Thor’s hand left his wrist. He remained like that for a while, his mind racing like crazy. Everytime he wanted to do something, someone was always there to stop him and he hated that so much. You were right there, in front of him, ready to be destroyed. And he let you escape. Pleasure took over him, devouring him like the fire does with dry leaves, a distorted grin reigned on his face while his tongue licked his soft lips. His laugh was terrifying, sounding more like scratched glass than a normal sound.
But it was stronger than him. The thought of the previous scene had this effect on him. The sweet, oh so sweet, scent of pure fear… he wanted to feel it again, smell it, live it.
“Be prepared, my little bunny: the big bad wolf is coming”
The next match was going to start soon and you were still in Thor’s arms. Unfortunately, he knew the god of mischief too well and you weren’t safe, he was going to find you and treat you like the predator he is. Thor couldn’t leave you alone, especially in your current state of mind: your eyes looked so sad, ready to burst in salty tears. Even if he looked stoic and scary, the god of thunder had a big heart and he was ready to protect you. “Would you look at that” said a voice from behind his throne, your head remained down. Loki felt the blood rush to his head as soon as he saw his prey with someone else, that pretty little human needed to make him feel stronger again.
On the other hand, you really wanted to do something: react to his voice, the beating of your heart starting again, the life in your eyes ready to light up the entire Arena. But you felt nothing, only sadness, so you decided not to move, just when you were playing Hide ‘n Seek with your dad. “If you don’t move, he can’t see you” you thought. Well, Loki wasn’t having that. He was really stubborn and you knew better than making him angry again, still he decided to try to be nice to lure you in his trap.
“I just came here to talk, just a few minutes, nothing more” he said, his voice as sweet as honey. Thor didn’t want to believe in this little act, hell, he felt some kind of responsability now, especially since the greeks were still mourning Poseidon’s death: he didn’t want you to feel even worse passing your time with your family. But he knew that Loki wasn’t going to give up, so he lowered himself until he reached your ear and whispered: “Give it a try, I’ll be right here”
You looked at him, still insecure. Something didn’t feel right: you studied the god of lies for so long that you knew when he was going to make a mess. Still, you nodded and went right towards him, who took your hand gently leading you out the cold room. Even if he was going to kill you just an hour ago, Loki was still important to you and you couldn’t deny the heat you felt in your cheeks when he was looking at you menacingly. What if you liked that? What if you loved to feel in danger?
You walked in the big and shady hallway, the dim light of a torch was the only thing to enlighten your figures. Gosh, he was beautiful like this, you really fell for a god like him. In a second, your body was pinned to the wall behind you, all of Loki’s weight keeping you from moving. He was looming over you, the expression from before more intimidating than everything you’ve ever seen. Your heart started beating again, while your breath became hot. “Was it funny to stay with Thor, little one?” he said slowly without breaking eye contact. Loki grinned when you refused to give him an answer, than his face changed again like an actor that forgets his script in the middle of a play.
“Where’s the fear from before? Where is it?”
“Shit” you breathed out when he grabbed your neck strong enough to choke you. You were in complete panic; maybe you were wrong all along and now you were going to die there only for being the biggest fool of all Valhalla. “There it is!” said the god so loud and happily that it was impossible for you to hide your surprise. “W-what?”
“Don’t act like you don’t like that, I know when someone is lying… I’m the god of deceit after all! Now, where were we… what happens when I do this?” Loki asked before biting down on your neck, so hard to draw a few drops of blood. “That hurts!” you nearly screamed, but stopped yourself from doing that when you realized that Thor was still ready to browl if he heard you being in any kind of pain. “Want me to do that again, little bunny?”
You jumped at the nickname. Your head was spinning so much, you didn’t know what was happening, it was all too much, but you were enjoing it so much! No, you didn’t want him to stop, but your pride was yelling at you for acting so weak. You fought against your instinct and answered a quick: “No! Go away”
He sighed. “Another lie, you really are a brat you know that?” then Loki bit down again. “Wait!” “You’re so sweet… give me more” “Loki!”
Maybe you wouldn't have called Thor this time, actually you were really hoping he wasn’t going to interrupt you two again. You were having the time of your life and nobody needed to ruin that, Loki was going to kill whoever was going to do that anyway.
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i-rate-horse-games · 10 months
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rating Star Stable Online
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Star Stable Online is a MMORPG! its plot seems to get pretty wild!
upon discovering that Fish was an option in the drop down name creators, i cackled with joy. this is Rusty Fishfish and Futurefish
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our goal in this world was to become Fish. one glorious leap into the ocean showed us that it would be harder than anticipated, due to having taken a ‘dangerous’ fall. luckily it doesn’t seem like horses can be injured, even though the screen flashes red if you trip while jumping. 
i joined right after the new character models became available. i think they’re pretty neat! some of the body types looked androgynous to me, but the game calls you a girl regardless. but you can still buy facial hair in the shop!
the world is a nice size! it’s scaled small enough that you feel like you’re going places even when your horse is physically moving a little slow, and the world is big enough that there’s plenty to explore while still being small enough that you see other players going about their lives pretty frequently. 
speaking of other players! shout out to @ro-sso for warning me to never open the global chat. i did! i asked how to get hay after very rapidly forgetting what i had just learned. three people told me it grew on a farm. i said Ok. when i did find the hay (in a shop) i told the chat i had been betrayed and bamboozled and they said “BAHAHAHAHAHA”. later i used the Say chat to ask for help finding a championship that was starting soon, and everyone nearby was very helpful. you win some you lose some
quests seem to be the biggest part of the game! they’re how you get player and horse exp and level up and get better stats for competing. a lot of the quests i did felt very tedious. lots of riding back and forth and delivering messages and so forth. the worst ones involved herding horses that kept splitting into smaller groups and running around a mall doing errands for a sketchy guy. my favorite quests were the ones where i got to open my backpack and drag a tool onto something, which felt like playing Nancy Drew. there was also one where we got to follow the visible smell of pumpkin pie on a trail to a little cottage, and it was nighttime so there were cricket sounds as well!
there’s so much love and soul packed into this world! there’s a pony who was elected mayor! there’s a pirate themed race that has music just similar enough to the Pirates of the Carribean music to remind you of it while also remaining distinct! there’s a riding club that “wears pink and not only on wednesdays.”! there’s a girl with a pet owl named Toby who says “Even though he blathers about it, Toby loves bugs.” there’s vague sounds of people talking in areas with lots of NPCs! there’s a kid with a hot air balloon who takes you up to the cloud kingdom! he has a pet frog who can ride on your head! there’s an emo electric violinist who was really funny! you can get a kitten for your saddlebag! the music is pretty decent!
the clothes very strongly remind me of being 12. something about the slightly awkward way the clothes fit is nostalgic. there were also lots of flower crowns for the summer solstice!
a huge point for this game is that it has its own pride festival!
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there’s just something about going to a new place and seeing rainbow flags everywhere, especially after the horrors of horse isle 3. i hear this game also has canon lesbian characters! this does make it even funnier that all players are assigned Cowgirl at login
the one thing that really surprised me is that if you play without a membership, you are apparently trapped in a demo version, and the rest of the game is locked behind a paywall. this sprang up on me after i started running out of quests. the game told me to level up to unlock more main quests, but the only way to get player exp was to do quests, and i pretty much ran out. this concept is really foreign to me, since every game like this that i’ve played before, the membership made your life much easier and more posh, but free players could still get a lot out of the game. games like club penguin, pixie hollow, animal jam, etc. it’s only about $5 a month, though, with a permanent membership option for over 50 dollars. i have not purchased it, but if I ever do, i will update my rating. :)
while googling the above problem to figure out what was going on, i learned that there's no level cap and there's seasonal events that give EXP, so even if you've finished the whole game, there can still be players more powerful than you with better stats dominating the competition. that seems ! a little rough! they also said that after you beat the game, there's not much left to do. hopefully the fun part is the journey and not the destination!
all in all, though, we did it. we became Fish.
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and that makes it all worth it.
i’m rating Star Stable Online 4.5 out of 5 stars!
★★★★✬
please feel free to submit horse games or ask me to reevaluate! next up is Alicia Online!
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jaxxsoxxn · 1 month
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Boomer is surprisingly agile.
It's not a new thought for Barry, who's sitting in one of many boring JL meetings. Hal, sitting on his right, is chatting silently with a few of his fellow Green Lanterns, who decided that they wanted to be briefed into the mission, while Booster, who came only for the man, is sitting on his left and trying his best not to look miserable. And failing.
Batman's answering the seventh question asked by Plastic Man and by now, Barry's brain is going so fast that he fears he'll jolt and run through the place just to be occupied by something, anything! Yet he stays still and lazily lets himself get lost in his thoughts about the Rouge.
Digger wasn't big on stretching, above the basics, always kinda grimacing when he mentioned or out right asked him if he did Yoga. Normally, before he got his hands on the Speed Gauntlet, it didn't show half as much - normal people just didn't have the means to create enough space that this type of movement needed. Boomer, on the other hand, was natural enough with the Speed Force, that not only he made it look easy, but he also made it look so good.
His body almost moved naturally, twisting and sliding through the air like he was born for it. Few of the people closer to him, that knew about their relationship, asked about it - what's his routine, how can he do that or, usually only asked by other speedsters, how much does he know?
Which was his personal favorite, because how do you say to them that "he knows so much and nothing at all."? He can instinctively know where you'll end up before you know that while speeding, but he has no idea what exactly Speed Force is, he knows about phasing and about how you do it, he has no idea if you can run normally. He's the smartest idiot you've ever met, and he's so adorable while talking about it all, that Flash listens through his stupidest hypotheses.
He'd actually fight the Gotham's Condiment King and his goddamn old mayo shooter just to see Boomer stretch. He wonders if that'd make him even more agile or would it do nothing, since it'd be easier than his normal stuff. Can Digger do splits? Fuck, that'd be a view - he usually wasn't big on exercising or doing anything alike near him. Shame was how Harley called it teasingly, but they both knew by the way his red cheeks would give it away, that she's saying the truth.
Is there a deal to be made here? If he could get him to exercise near him like that...
Fuck maybe he didn't even need to make it a deal, maybe if he'd just say that he doubts it's a possibility for the man, he'd do it just to prove him wrong? Or maybe being sweet was the better option, if he'd get his lover comfortable enough, maybe he could help and what wouldn't he give to lay his hands on those thick thighs and-
"Flash!" a hand landed in front of him, on the table, shocking him from his thoughts. He grimaced when he noticed whose hand was it.
Slowly, he looked up at Batman, ignoring Hal's snickering on his side and the amused stare Diana tried to hide.
"Yes..?" he said, trying his best not to show how he wanted to just run, get away and jump his lover the second he was let go.
Bruce, with a heavy sigh, looked at him with enough disappointment to make him wiggle in his seat. After a few seconds of this torture, he looked up briefly and just gave up.
"Okay, this briefing was... worse than usual. At the end of this week, I'll send you the message with a new date for it, since it's not anything needing our attention immediately... You all are excused." his voice was stoic, but slightly tired, and before Flash could feel bad about it, he sent him a thankful look and bolted. Hal and his friends be damned, he will catch up with them later.
Right now he had to catch up on something else with his dear Rouge.
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mickimagnum · 5 months
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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Six
*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch at night. Crickets can be heard singing and there's an owl hooting off in the distance somewhere.*
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*the contestants are sitting around the living room, engaged in various activities, oblivious to what's about to happen*
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*suddenly, the door to Devin's room swings open and she exits. she makes her way to the living room.*
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*she stops in front of the fire place. confused, everyone stops what they're doing and turn their attention to her. she can tell they're nervous, so she smiles at them reassuringly*
Devin: "Good evening, fellas. I have an announcement to make. Earlier I received a note instructing me to pick two of you for a date. Tonight."
*the guys shift in their seats and lean closer*
Devin (continues): "And I've decided to pick two people I haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with. So, with that being said. If you would be so kind, I would like for...
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Devin (continues): "Stan and..."
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*Stan smiles up at Devin and nods*
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Devin (continues): "Milo to join me tonight."
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*Milo beams at her from across the room, barely able to contain his excitement*
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Devin: "Alright, you two. Go put on something warm and meet me outside in the back pasture in twenty minutes."
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*after a time lapse, the next scene shows a sped-up shot of Stan and Milo approaching Devin outside. She's standing in front of a makeshift movie screen*
Devin (cheerfully): "Hi guys! I thought we'd watch a movie tonight. Have some popcorn, chat. That kind of thing. What do you think?"
*Milo steps forward and nearly trips over his feet*
Milo: "That sounds amazing!"
Devin: "Easy there, cowboy."
*Stan smiles apologetically at Devin, unassumingly on Milo's behalf before speaking up:*
Stan: "Count me in."
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*the three take their seats on the crates opposite the screen*
Stan: "Thanks so much for picking us to come out with you tonight. I'm just happy to get more time with you, and the fewer guys that are around the better."
*Devin chuckles*
Devin: "I can image. I'm sure this is hard for you all. Especially as things progress."
Stan: "It hasn't gotten any easier. But, you're worth puttin' up with all the others for, Devin. 'Least till I run 'em off."
*Milo scoffs*
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Devin: "That's very sweet of you to say, Stan. Unless you're Milo..."
*Milo grunts in agreement but doesn't interrupt*
Devin (continues): "So, tell me. What are you looking for in your next relationship?"
Stan: "We're just divin' right in?"
*Devin smiles*
Devin: "That's what the show's about, they tell me."
*Stan shrugs*
Stan: "Fair enough. I want an equal partner. Someone I can rely on when the chips are down just as much as she can rely on me. A lover. A friend. Someone to raise a family with. And grow old with. That unconditional love type of bond that will survive a hundred lifetimes and countless battle scars. You know, I've been married twice now. Lost my first wife to leukemia. And my second one, well, turns out she didn't care for me much. So, I'm hoping what they say is true; 'third time's a charm.' and all."
*Devin sits back, visibly moved by his answer*
Devin: "Thank you for being so genuine, Stan. That means a lot. I'm sorry to hear about your first wife. And, well, all of it. You deserve better than that and I hope you find what you're looking for."
*Stan smiles at her*
Stan: "Thank you, Devin. I appreciate it."
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*Devin then turns to Milo*
Devin: "What about you, Milo? What are you looking for in your next relationship?"
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Milo: "Well, full disclosure, I haven't been in a 'relationship' since high school. And she shattered my heart into a million pieces, so it didn't end well. But, what I learned from that experience is that I want to be with someone who wants the same things out of life. If they're not going to support my dreams it's not going to work and vice versa, you know? And everything else Stan said sounds about right too."
Devin: "Okay. Thank you for sharing. I appreciate your candidness."
*Milo grins at Devin*
Milo: "You're most welcome."
*Stan can be heard grumbling under his breath just off camera. something about "stealing his answer."*
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*Devin returns her attention back to Stan*
Devin: "Okay, here's a fun question. Since we're getting ready to watch a movie, what's your favorite genre?"
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Stan: "Easy. Western. But especially westerns mixed with sci-fi. I love both, honestly."
Devin: "That is the most you answer I've ever heard."
*Stan chuckles*
Stan: "What about you, missy?"
Devin: "Oh, I'm a horror fan. 100%"
Stan: "What, you like all the blood, guts, and stuff?"
Devin: "No. I'm more into the creepy, supernatural stuff. The kind that makes you question whether or not it's really happening."
Stan: "Oh, yeah. I like those. I can't stand the gore-fests, though."
Devin: "I'm not a big fan of them either. It feels cheap."
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*Devin turns to Milo again*
Devin: "What about you?"
Milo: "You're going to laugh."
*Devin and Stan speak up at the same time:*
Stan: "Probably."
Devin: "We won't."
*Milo sighs and stares at the ground before muttering:*
Milo: "Musicals."
Stan: "Did the boy just say musicals?"
Devin: "He did."
Milo: "Look, I'm a musician okay? I enjoy the music. The singing. The dancing. They almost always have a happy ending. What's not to love?"
Stan: "The fact that they're terrible."
*Devin pinches her nose to try to stop the snort laugh that escapes anyway*
*after choking it back she says:*
Devin: "There's nothing wrong with that, Milo. Let's, uh, watch our movie."
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*the film begins to roll*
Stan: "What movie is it?"
Devin: "Hamilton."
*Stan lets out a whimper and Milo gasps in excitement*
*Devin giggles*
Devin: "I'm totally messing with you, dude."
*Stan sighs with relief and Milo looks deflated*
Devin: "It's Saw X."
*They both look at her in horror*
*She cackles this time*
Devin: "Calm down. It's College Cram."
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*the group enjoy cheddar popcorn as they watch the movie*
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*when the movie is over, Devin turns to Milo*
Devin: "Milo, I had fun with you tonight. Thanks for hanging out with me."
Milo: "Anytime. And I mean that."
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*Devin then turns to Stan*
Devin: "Stan, you are always entertaining to be around, but I really appreciate you opening up to me tonight."
*Stan looks both surprised and pleased*
Stan: "It was my pleasure. I look forward to our next time together."
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Devin: "Alright, fellas. It's time to head back in. I'm cold and I don't know about you, but my bed is calling my name."
*at that, the three get to their feet and prepare to say their good nights*
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*Stan pulls Devin into a hug and after a few beats they separate and he heads back toward the house*
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Stan, in diary room: "Tonight felt good. It felt good to get more time with Devin, especially with less competition around. And it felt good to get my history off my chest. She's a good gal. Women like her are rare. I knew already liked her, but tonight makes me want to fight for her even harder now."
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*Milo hugs Devin, but as she pulls away, he reaches up, cradles her face, and plants a kiss on her mouth. she is clearly caught by surprise and doesn't really move to kiss him back. after a moment he pulls away, smiles down at her and then turns and walks back toward the house. she's left standing there, confused.*
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Milo, in diary room: "Yeah, tonight was awesome. I knew I had to get out of my head and be bold if I was going to make an impression on Devin. So, I kissed her," *laughs nervously in recollection* "I've never done anything like that," *stands there a moment, thinking back and then his face falls* "Oh, Watcher. What have I done?"
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Devin, in diary room: "Tonight was...interesting. I mean, I really enjoyed hanging out with Stan and Milo. And I felt Stan opening up to me, but I'm still don't really feel a romantic connection. There hasn't been that jolt like I've felt with some of the other guys. Which I hate because I really like him as a person.
And then there's, Milo. What was going on with him tonight? There was this level of immaturity happening that I didn't see before and it kind of turned me off to be honest. And the way he kissed me....it was just odd. I'm honestly just really confused about the whole thing."
Milo submitted by @belsasim James "Stan" submitted by @natolesims
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finn-writes-stuff · 1 year
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Omg could you do that “chronic” headcanon but with grog, pike and scanlan? As someone with chronic pain I absolutely loved the other headcanons💕💕💕
Chronic (pt 2)
It is always easier to fall asleep with their arms around you. The request from the original post: are you still accepting headcanon requests ? if yes, please can I request having an s/o who has pain issues due to an old injury and struggles to sleep alone? with Percy, Vax and Vex if possible 🥺
Grog, Pike & Scanlan x Reader
Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role
Format: Headcanons
Gender Neutral Reader
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I'm glad you enjoyed!! -Finn
Grog
You have never met a man who is a better cuddler. His arms are gigantic in order to hold you properly, he gives off heat like a furnace, and he is essentially an oversized teddy bear.
There is nothing more comforting than falling asleep wrapped up in his arms while he sleepily tells you about the latest fight he was in.
Depending on the nature of your pain, he may have advice that can help! He has taken more hits than he can count, and he hasn't always had people around that can heal them magically.
Look at the size of his hands and tell me he doesn't give the best massages. You would be lying. Sit in front of him and tell him about your day while he gives you a massage, he will be perfectly content.
He definitely has the desire to coddle you a lot when the pain gets too bad, but if you tell him to give you your space, he will. When he comes back, he will have some of your favorite food. This is the compromise.
Pike
Pike wishes so desperately that she could just fix the pain as she does with the party's injuries. There's some part of her brain that feels that if she can't help the person she loves the most, then what are her powers even for?
She makes up for this by looking into everything that might help you deal with the pain. Magical or mundane remedies, whatever you tell her helps you.
Falling asleep in your arms is something she really cherishes. It reminds her that you're safe and it gives her somewhere to feel safe herself.
She will stay up late just quietly chatting with you while you both fall asleep. Trading stories and laughing in a sleep-heavy voice.
Pike runs warm, and with the way she cuddles close to you, it's like having a heater in bed with you. It's incredible on cold nights.
Scanlan
"I"ve got something to take your mind off of it, baby" You have heard him say this far too often. It is his go to response and it is always accompanied with the most over dramatic, sleezy, wink.
He actually loves being able to just hold you though, so despite all the awful jokes he will make if you ask him to stay the night with you, he will relish the chance to cuddle with you if that's all it is.
Scanlan is the type to just draw shapes on your skin when you're laying with him. If you pay attention, you'll sometimes notice that he's tracing letters. Either sappy little messages for you or dirty pickup lines.
Lay on his chest and listen to him hum, it adds years to your life and it'll make him blush if you tell him how much you enjoy it. (Genuine sap and affection just does him in every time.)
The only problem of sleeping curled up with Scanlan is that he will sometimes shoot up to write down lyrics or music. Inspiration strikes as it will. He does his best not to disturb you.
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anabdaniels · 3 months
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Piece by piece- Chapter 2
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Chapter summary: Getting out on a date to know each other better, Ana and Jack realize they may work well together.
Word counting: 5.4k
Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, very questionable pick-up lines, brief mention of unpleasant male behaviors (not related to our cowboy, of course), slight self-body shaming.
A/N: Our girl is described as having curled bleached hair (I'm sorry, bleached hair has become my personality after I bleached mine after years of craving for it.), but you can just replace it for any other color/type of hair.
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Once the daylight hit her face, Ana had no choice but to wake up. Took her a moment to realize where she was and the memories of the last night were still a little blurred. She sat on the bed, running her hands over her face and hair, grateful for not having the monstrous headache she was expecting. After a few moments, everything became clearer, and if she could choose, Ana would rather have the worst headache of her life instead of her crystal-clear memories of the whole terrible scene in the bathroom.
“Fucking great, Ana. How will you ever face this man again?” letting out a frustrated sigh, she got out of bed.
A few minutes later, she went downstairs and followed to the kitchen when she heard voices coming from there. If she still believed that, Ana would’ve thanked the heavens for the fact that Jack wasn’t with the others.
“Seems we won’t need to go to check if our dear friend is still alive.” Tequila joked when Ana passed through the door.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m totally alive.” Ana answered while sitting on one of the stools on the kitchen island.
“Don’t be so dramatic. Based on what I’ve heard from last night, you’ve been in worst situations.” Lisa stated in a playful tone.
“As someone who witnessed everything, I can confirm that was not even close to being the most disastrous thing that happened in one of our reunions.” Ginger affirmed with a tender smile and handed a mug of coffee to Ana.
“You’re the only one here that I believe.” Ana held the mug between her hands and thanked Ginger for it.
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Jack stayed in bed for a couple of minutes after waking up, thinking about the last events; had been a while since the last time he was on that kind of date. Since that last terrible breakup, he tried to convince himself that a life of commitment was not for him anymore, even if he knew it was a lie. Wearing the womanizer disguise made things easier; Jack could appreciate the company of a beautiful woman for a few hours and follow his life the next morning, without concern about the complicated sentimental field, he just didn’t expect things to change so fast because now he found himself wondering what would be the best place in Louisville to take Ana for a real date.
Finally, he decided to get up, going downstairs a couple of minutes later. Safe to say it was a pleasant surprise to hear Ana’s voice coming from the kitchen, then he walked over there and entered the room. She was too focused on the chat to notice him approaching and felt her heart skip a beat when his hands gently leaned on her shoulders.
“Looks like you’re recovered from the night, Ana.” She turned her head to look at him, feeling her cheeks warming a little bit up.
“Not hundred percent yet, but yes, I’m recovered.” Ana affirmed with a slight smile.
“Still progress.” Jack said with a smirk, pressing her shoulders for a second before releasing them and walking around to get some coffee. Ana turned her attention to the opposite side when she listened to a ringtone.
“Shit.” Lisa whispered while typing on her phone “I have to go. I promised to take my little sister for ice cream and she’s already flooding me with messages. As much as I’m enjoying watching the two sweethearts interacting,” she said alternating her gaze between Ana and Jack “the last thing I want is a pissed off nine-year-old.” Lisa took the last sip of her coffee and stood up, looking at Ana “Since I’m the one who kidnaped you, I can drive you home.”
“I have no condition to go anywhere before finishing this coffee.” Ana admitted, “Tell little Barbara that I didn’t forget about her cake.”
“As if she would let you forget.” Lisa raised her eyebrows and gave her friend a quick hug, then looked at Jack “And you better behave yourself with my friend.”
“If there’s a thing you don’t need to be concerned about, is this.” He sounded jokingly as always, but it was the truth.
“The best for your health.” She answered trying to sound serious and turned to look at Ginger and Tequila “And you two, we need to combine the visit you promised to my mother, ‘cause she’s about to drive me insane asking about you.”
“Just drop a date and I’ll be there.” Tequila said without flinching “I never waste the opportunity to have a coffee with a lady.”
“I forgot to mention that hitting on my mother isn’t an available option.” Lisa retorted with narrowed eyes.
“Did you get surprised after he and my aunt spent a whole afternoon flirting?” This time Ginger was the one remembering a questionable event.
“I’ve never been so happy that my mother doesn’t live around here.” Ana stated after taking a sip of her coffee.
“Don’t be so relieved.” Jack said right after “My mother is happily married living in Bardstown and it didn’t stop him from trying.”
“Y’all so dramatic. I was just sympathetically entertaining the ladies.” Tequila said with a crooked smile “And you’re too emotional for someone that used to have a lot of problems with furious husbands, Whiskey.” Jack narrowed his eyes, staring at his friend like he was about to kill him; definitely, the best thing he could’ve said in front of the woman his fella was interested in. Once again shocking Jack by how her sense of humor could be so terrible as his friends’, Ana burst into laughter before being honest with him.
“It suits you.” Not even Ginger could keep a straight face and laugh with the others, the perplexing expression on Jack’s face didn’t help much.
“Excuse me?” Jack landed his gaze on Ana while waited for an explanation, unable to close his mouth.
“I’ve said what I’ve said. Interpret as you wish.” This coming from anyone else would probably have pissed him off, but she had that strange talent to say something that could start a war with such a beautiful smile that Jack couldn’t help but get more fascinated.
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“I know is the third time I say this in the last two hours, but now I really need to go home.” Ana said after they concluded another section of commentaries about some event involving someone they knew.
“Ana, what’s so interesting in your goddamn house for you to want to spend so much time in it?” Ginger complained openly, had been a while since the last time Ana joined them just to chat bullshit with none of them worrying about anything else.
“I promise I’ll not disappear for so long again, but I have a mountain of paperwork to take care of.”
“Considering that you managed the feat of going home after Lisa and Tequila, I had to admit that you’re redeeming yourself for the absence.” Ginger concluded, leaning her head slightly to the side.
“Good to know that I’m not doing that bad.” Ana smiled and turned her attention to her phone, letting out a sigh when a last warning of low battery flashed on the screen before the device turned down “That’s great. Now I’ll have to call my Uber with the power of my mind.”
“Or you could just take a ride home with a cowboy.” Jack said leaning at the door frame, a smug smirk on his lips. Ana looked at him with a slight smile.
“I’ll spare you from insisting because I’m accepting the suggestion.”
They talked for a couple of minutes more before Ana and Jack decided to leave, not surprisingly the three of them stood at the front door talking for a little longer. When they got in the car, Ana started to ponder if it had been a good idea; being alone with him after the incident of the last night wasn’t the scenario she expected, but then she decided to proceed like one would do with a band-aid: straight to the point without hesitation.
“Jack, I want to apologize for last night.” She started to talk without looking at him, for the first time her voice didn’t sound confident and firm “For everything that I remember doing and saying to you and for anything that I may not remember that I did.” Safe to say it caught Jack off guard, not the apology itself, but how she sounded slightly guilty.
“Don’t worry about that, darlin’.” He said sincerely with a warm voice, alternating his attention between her and the street “Those things happen all the time, it’s okay. And, at all, I found your declaration pretty romantic.” Jack smiled broadly when she laughed.
 “I think it’s relevant to remark that I was telling the truth and that your shoulder is an amazing pillow.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
“Considering that you still talking to me and that you collapsed fast, I’ll believe in both things.” He affirmed in a solemn tone, even though he still smiling “But actually, you caused me a problem.”
“What problem?” She frowned, staring at him with full attention.
“It’s a very specifical problem. You see, it makes me upset every time I unlock my phone and remember that your number is not on it.” Took Ana a few seconds to process what she just heard and was impossible to hold the hearty laugh.
“You’re not making things easy for me, because I love questionable pick-up lines.” She said with a wide smile “Give me this phone, Daniels.”
“Don’t blame me if I go too far with that.” He didn’t hesitate to grab his phone and hand it to her.
“If you knew the atrocities that I found reasonable to be used in flirting situations, you wouldn’t tell me this.” Ana answered while typing her number on his phone.
“Can’t be that bad, give me an example.” Jack turned his look at her once he stopped at the traffic light. She stopped typing and bit her lip, thinking for a moment.
“You see, being a history teacher demands me to use a lot of books which is very good, ‘cause I have my library card always handy. And it ended up truly useful because I’m certainly checking you out.” It was supposed to be just a joke, but if he were to judge by her glance at him, he wouldn’t be so sure that she wasn’t serious. 
“You’ll steal my heart speaking like this.” Jack had a smirk on his face.
“Maybe that’s my goal.” She said while turning her attention back to save her contact on his phone, handing it back to him right after.
“You won’t need much effort.” He admitted before looking back to the street, making her smile sideways.
No more than fifteen minutes later they arrived at her address; once more he didn’t miss the chance to open the car door for her with that almost silly smile on his face. Since he had to park a few meters away from the front door, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity to enjoy her company for a little longer while they walked towards her house.
“Safe and sound at home.” He said while she unlocked the door.
“And away from alcohol for a while.” She answered frowning slightly and smiled right after “Well, thank you for the ride, for the nursing services, and for allowing me to use you as a pillow.” Ana smiled a little more when he chuckled.
“I’m at your disposal anytime if you need any of the three things.” Jack affirmed with a nod of his head.
“I appreciate this information really much.”
“Good to know that.” He held the brim of his hat to straighten it before proceeding to his next move “I’ll take this opportunity to ask if you’re free tomorrow night.” Jack could see the slight surprise on her face and hoped this was a good thing.
“I am.” Ana didn’t think much before saying it.
“So, would you be up for dinner?” His voice came out calm and confident, would be impossible to know he had butterflies in his stomach.
“Yes. As long it isn’t sushi, I’d be delighted.” She sounded playful and had a discreet smile on her lips, ignoring the little racing of her heart with all her strength.
“Perfect.” Jack was smiling openly “No raw fish and I’ll pick you up at 8 pm.” Jack grabbed his Stetson by the crown and took it out of his head, then held one of her hands “Have a good afternoon, darlin’.” Without looking away from her eyes, Jack kissed the back of her hand.
“Thank you.” Ana smiled a bit more while observing him let go of her hand “I see you tomorrow, then.”
“I’ll be counting the seconds.” He said putting his hat back on and smiling at her one last time before descending the three steps at the front door and following the sidewalk to his car, unable to avoid his thoughts.
The last time Jack went on a real date with someone was more than two years ago when he met Sylvia, the girlfriend who made him give up on a life of commitment. But now, less than 24 hours after meeting Ana he was reconsidering deeply this decision. Of course, he still didn’t know enough about her, but he couldn’t ignore that they had chemistry, not the sexual kind, even that they had shared some desirous glances, it wasn’t just that. She genuinely liked a lot of things that he liked too; he didn’t need to take care about his dubious jokes because she was into the same type of jokes; despite the little flirting games, she was pretty much sincere about important stuff, like let him know that she had no intent of waste time in something casual. Most people might think it would be an exaggeration to discuss these things even before engaging in anything serious, but Jack appreciated that. In his middle twenties maybe, he wouldn’t care about these details at the very beginning of a romantic involvement, but now, being forty years old, he liked to know in which waters he was diving. Jack shook his head as he started the car, looking at her house one last time before he started to drive, hoping things went as well as he was expecting.
With her back resting on the door, Ana was still assimilating everything. The last thing she expected of that night was to end up having a date. She started to flirt with Jack mostly as a joke, with no intent to take it seriously, but he had too many characteristics she appreciated in a man to not catch her attention. Despite having hit on her openly, he really could keep a conversation without acting like a predator and he seemed truly interested in what she had to say. As if all this wasn’t enough, his passion for animals, especially dogs and horses just made him even more attractive to her. And for sure she couldn’t ignore the respectful gentleman he was; only her behavioral language was more than enough for him to get her boundaries and strictly respect them. The straight rational part of her mind insisted that not trying to kiss her after less than five minutes of conversation was the bare minimum, but, at the same time, she remembered that one of the principal reasons why she had been out of the romantic field for three years was exactly because any time a guy approached her, the whole situation was mediocre: no more than two minutes off tasteless talk till they started to look at her in the wrong way or tried to do something they certainly didn’t had the liberty to. Ana had no idea what course the dinner would follow, but even if they ended up not being romantically compatible, at least she would have a pleasant time with a handsome man; there was not much that could go wrong.
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It was already 7:55 pm and Ana was doubtful about her outfit for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. Not that she thought that could have anything wrong with the emerald gabardine dress or with her matching emerald necklace and earrings, the problem for sure wasn’t them, but her. Growing up with the feeling of being the DUFF in her social circle had its consequences. She considered changing, fearing to be overdressed for dinner, but at the same time, that annoying voice in the back of her mind insisted on saying that she wasn’t skinny enough to dress more simply than that. Given the time and the fact that, despite the doubts, she liked the result of the whole picture, Ana decided not to change anything and stepped away from the mirror to put on her heels. One last check to make sure all the necessary was in her purse before she led downstairs and sat on the couch, ready to wait at least twenty more minutes, but she didn’t even have the time to get comfortable at the upholstery before listening to the doorbell.
Stood in front of the door, Jack aligned his blazer one last time while waiting. He felt his heart beating faster as heard her steps getting louder and couldn’t help a wide smile at the moment that Ana opened the door; when he thought she couldn’t look more stunning, there she was, easily the most beautiful creature he ever had the privilege to look at.
“Good evening, Jack.” She greeted softly with a smile, still processing how this man looked so gorgeous. He was not wearing his Stetson this time and his hair was millimetrically aligned, a good match with his well-fitted black blazer.
“It’s a wonderful evening having the most stunning lady of this city by my side.” Jack held her hand while speaking and planted a kiss on its dorsum “Shall we?”
“Of course.” Ana closed and locked the door behind her, walking side by side with him to the car, frowning for a second when he opened the door of an Audi “I seem to have unlocked your urban cowboy version.” She tilted her head slightly, looking at him.
“Kind of.” Jack affirmed with a smirk, holding out a hand to her “I would never risk letting the wind ruin your beautiful blonde curls in an open car.”
“Very insightful of you.” Ana smiled, holding his hand and getting into the car. After turning around and getting into the car, Jack raised one eyebrow and smiled at the scene of her focused on the onboard computer. “Don’t mind me, I’m just connecting my phone to the radio to provide you with an amazing soundtrack.” Ana joked looking at him.
“I’m deeply curious to know what you listen to.” He admitted, starting the car.
“Well, my playlist can go from Beyoncé to Mozart faster than a blink.” Once her phone was connected, she pressed the play button without checking which song it was and felt instant regret at the moment she heard the first note of the melody, followed by the chorus: “And the girls say; Save a horse, ride a cowboy”. Jack couldn’t hold back his laughter and looked at her just to find Ana staring at her phone with a perplexed smile and red cheeks. “I swear I have an explanation for this.” She said, finally looking at him.
“Go ahead with it, darlin’. I have a feeling it will be interesting.” He answered before looking back to the street, still smiling. 
“Ok, maybe I don’t have a real explanation, I just like this song.” At that point, she knew that trying to make up a story wouldn’t help much.
“Honestly, it doesn’t surprise me.” Jack was serious, despite his goofy smile “I just wonder if all our dates will be chaotic like this.” He glanced at her, resting his hand on his thigh.
“I can easily be more chaotic than this.” She hesitated for a moment before grabbing his free hand and intertwining their fingers “So I suppose you’ll have to get used.”
“Certainly not a thing I’ll complain ‘bout.” He stated, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb “I just can’t assure you that I’ll not be shocked by your playlist occasionally.” Jack sounded the more serious he could, despite the involuntary smile.
“I promise it gets more cultured.” Even with his eyes focused on the avenue, Jack had no doubt she was smiling.
“I’m afraid of the answer, but now I need to know what’s your favorite song.”
“Luckily for you, is a half-cultured one.” Ana said while scrolling through her playlist to find her favorite; once the song started to play, took no more than a few seconds for Jack to recognize it.
“Considering all the possibilities, ‘Death of a Bachelor’ was the last song I expected to be your favorite.” She couldn’t help but smile broadly at his statement.
“And I didn’t expect you to know this song.” Of course, Ana didn’t think he listened only to Willie Nelson 24/7, but her expectations for their music tastes to be aligned weren’t the highest.
“You’re not the only one that listens to a lot of everything.” He shrugged and pulled her hand closer to his face, kissing her wrist.
“But let me guess, your favorite is something between ‘Rhinestone Cowboy’ and ‘Islands in the Stream’.”
“Is ‘50 Ways to Leave Your Lover’, so your guess was pretty accurate.” Jack admitted with a smile.
“‘Just slip out the back, Jack’” Ana quoted a line from the song “Surely more sentimental than I was expecting, but a very enjoyable surprise.”
Amidst some more discussions about popular culture, they arrived at the restaurant. Once settled at the table, after the waiter left, they resumed their briefly interrupted conversation, which was not a difficult thing since they were two talkers.
“I know it doesn’t suit me, but I have a serious question to ask you.” Ana declared after one more sip of wine.
“Fine, now I’m scared.” He joked “Go on, darlin’. I’m all yours to interrogate.”
“Very well.” She pressed her lips together for a second before going ahead “Do intend to have kids?” Ana knew that, depending on what his answer was, any chance of this turning into something more would be dead and buried, but better now than after she became more involved.
“Not really.” Jack chose honesty, fully aware that there’s a possibility of ruining everything. 
“We’re talking about ‘not for now’ or ‘not at all’?” Ana took a sip of her wine, trying to contain her anxiety about his answer.
“Well, I had a vasectomy when I was 23, so ‘not at all’.” Ana didn’t even notice that she let out a sigh of relief, smiling openly.
“I don’t wanna sound indelicate, but those were undoubtedly the best words that came out of your mouth in this whole evening.” Her declaration caught Jack off guard and he couldn’t hide his excitement with her positive reaction.
“So, this won’t be a problem?” Even though he already assumed the answer, he couldn’t help but ask.
“You’re talking to the person who gave herself a sterilization surgery as a 25th birthday present.” She raised her eyebrows slightly.
“This being the case, I have a serious question too.” Jack leaned back in his chair, keeping his attention on her “Supposing we got married, how much persuasion I’d need to convince you to move to the countryside?”
“I grew up in the country and always wanted to go back, so you’d need no effort.” Jack couldn’t say if he was more fascinated by how she always sounded certain of what she wanted or how she seemed truly unbothered by the mention of something like marriage when they were still in the process to know each other.
“I hope you know that every word you say just makes you more fascinating to me.” His radiant smile only proved he was telling the truth “But I’m curious ‘bout this part of your past. Yesterday you mentioned you’re Brazilian; how did you end up in Louisville?”
“Well, I was born in Brazil and lived there ‘till I was nine years old when my family moved to Maine. Once I finished high school, I moved to New York to go to college, and right after I graduated, thanks to one of my professors I got the opportunity to get my master’s in London and I stayed there for twelve years. Then, three years ago I decided to move back to the United States. Through some acquittances, I got the job at the school and that’s how I ended up here.” She was calm while speaking and didn’t notice the soft smile growing on her face since Jack looked more interested with every word she said.
“Be aware that I’ll want to know the specific details about several parts of this.” Jack had a soft smile on his face “But what intrigues me more is that a woman with your qualifications, charisma, and eloquence could be working at the best universities in this country. Why the high school?” Judging by her excited expression and the breath she took before answering, Jack was aware that Ana was about to talk excitedly about the whole thing, and he couldn’t be more delighted.
“I worked at the UCL for a few years in fact, and it was frustrating.” She leaned her forearms at the board of the table, considering for a second what would be the best way to explain it “Adults are too comfortable in just listening to the information and absorb it unquestioningly, conversely the kids are always questioning the reason for everything; they go into heavy argumentations to defend their points and sometimes they end up noticing their contradictions in the middle of the process. It’s almost a magical thing to see them understanding why some things are the way they are and have the most variated reactions about it; there’s not a single world conflict they didn’t come up with a solution and most of them make sense. You don’t have much of this when teaching adults, but is exactly this chaotic atmosphere of the young ones that gives me satisfaction to be teaching; seeing that my work is effectively making some difference in their perceptions is undoubtedly the most amazing reward I can get from all of this.” Just when she finished her explanation, Ana realized she had been talking for a while and got excited enough to start with her vicious habit of moving her hands while speaking without even noticing. “I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.” She excused herself with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Don’t you dare apologize for making me reflect on the condescension with which I’ve accepted information throughout my whole life using such a beautiful speech.” Jack’s eyes were slightly narrowed, accompanied by a crooked grin was more than enough to convince her about how real was his satisfaction in listening to her.
“Your ears will be the victims of my non-stop talking, then whatever you say goes.” Ana leaned in her chair, still smiling “But, since I’ve talked enough for a night and we’re talking about work, I have some questions too.”
“I can’t promise to talk so passionately as you about this subject, but I can guarantee honest answers.” Jack tried to sound solemn, but his smile betrayed him.
“And I appreciate this, ‘cause my curiosity is killing me.” He could see a little crease between Ana’s eyebrows while she formulated her next sentence “I know what I’m gonna say may sound a little stereotyped and I’m already apologizing for this, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t find the sense in someone who enjoy the things you do working at the corporate business. If I had to guess what you do for life, I’d say veterinary or something of this nature.” 
As if he wasn’t already enchanted enough for her, now she was admitting being intrigued about his job because it didn’t match his tastes and not because “He didn’t look like someone that would work in a big corporation.” like everyone always told him. And yet she feared she might’ve been rude in her remark. If Jack’s expectations were high before, now they were almost in the sky.
“Academically speaking, I’m a zootechnician, so you’re not wrong at all.” He answered with a wide smile “You see, I got a job at Statesman when I was nineteen and I found out that work at an office is not that bad. I always had the intention to retire to the countryside someday and the corporate job ended up being a good profit source for me to buy the ranch I always wanted and adjust it to the animals I intended to have. Even with some inconveniences, such as having to stay in New York longer than I’d like to, I learned to enjoy what I do and my schedule it’s flexible enough for me to spend almost all my weekends at the ranch.” This time Ana was the one listening with attention and amusement, appreciating his line of thought.
“I like your way of thinking, always considering the long-term situation, and I have to say that your concern about ensuring the ranch was fit for the animals got me by the heart.” Ana admitted with a discreet smile “And all this talk about country life is making me crave for a horse ride; it’s been so many years since the last time.”
“I can’t believe that someone that got so excited while listening ‘bout the life of all of my horses doesn’t ride often.” The expression on his face made it clear that he was genuinely surprised.
“The last time I rode a horse I still lived in Brazil.” Ana raised her eyebrows dramatically, leaving Jack more perplexed.
“We need to solve this, darlin’.” Jack leaned his crossed arms on the table “I’m going to the ranch this weekend and, if you would like to and feel comfortable ‘bout it, you can come with me. There’s a lot of other animals you can pet, the house has all the amenities you have in the city and, of course, you’d have a suite just for you.”
Throughout a good part of her life, Ana had received some good proposals for work or trips, but this one, for sure was among the best; not just because the idea of spending a weekend surrounded by animals sounded amazing, but because of his concern to clarify that it was not the kind of invitation with hidden second intentions.
“Sincerely, I’d love to spend a whole weekend disturbing your poor horses, but I have a serious question.” Despite being soft, her tone was neutral enough to not let him have any clue where this was leading “There’s any calf that I could pet? ‘Cause it has also been a long time since I was close to one.” Ana dismantled her straight face when he smiled broadly and nodded.
“There’s a couple of them and they’re used to being around people since they were born, so you’ll probably be running away from them at the end of the day.”
“That being the case, you can start to prepare your spirit to spend the whole weekend with me.” She said with a smile, tilting slightly her head.
“I’ll have to prepare myself to deal with the days after the weekend, ‘cause I’m aware that will be hard to be away from you.” Once her response to his remark was a sideways smile and a look that would make Jack tremble if he wasn’t so self-confident, he was sure that it would be an interesting weekend.
Two hours later, they were once again stood at her front door, arranging the main details of their trip to his ranch, already making plans. As was becoming usual, Jack didn’t waste the chance to plant a kiss on the back of her hand, as always sending a wave of heat over her skin and Ana wouldn’t be able to say if it was the warm touch of his lips or the gentle scratch of his mustache that gave her that amazing chills. One last glance exchanged and Jack went his way back to his car, as Ana closed the door of her house, the two wondering if things were really going so well between them.
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vendetta-if · 2 years
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Sneak Peek - Chapter 3 Part 1
Hey guys! As it's getting nearer to the public release of Chapter 3 Part 1, I decide to post a sneak peek of a scene here! I used to screenshot sections, but for this one, I'll be copy-pasting the sneak peek and I'll also try reducing as many coding as possible, so hopefully, it'll be easier to read. Since it'll be pretty long, I'll keep it under the cut.
This section I'm gonna show has a lot of variations all based on a number of variables and stats, so for this particular sneak peek, I'm going to assume MC is Sarcastic and more Emotional than Stoic, is on the shorter side, knows about Jackal, and is flirting extensively with both Ash and Rin.
Note: ${ash_he}, ${ash_him}, ${ash_his} are just all variables for Ash's pronoun, so whenever they pop up, just feel free to replace them with the proper ones in your head if you want to.
A click rings out as Ash finally steps out of ${ash_his} room as well. As you had suspected, ${ash_he} ends up not wearing ${ash_his} usual leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Instead, ${ash_he}'s decked out in a more business casual style; ${ash_he}'s wearing a black turtleneck, an unbuttoned blazer, a pair of dark-colored jeans, and black leather gloves. 
It's not ${ash_his} usual style of clothing, and you're pretty sure this outfit must be a gift from Uncle Luka, since it's totally his style, even though you're not totally sure as to the reasoning behind it. But, all in all, Ash is looking fancy as hell right now.
$!{ash_he} seems to finally notice your staring and ${ash_he} blushes. "W—Well, can't exactly enter this fancy-schmancy establishment and blending in while looking like a thug," ${ash_he} stammers out a bit, trying to get ${ash_his} flustering under control.
"Far be it from me to criticize you." You grin, before reassuring ${ash_him}. "You look great, by the way. Really giving Uncle Luka a run for his money with how well you're pulling off his signature look."
Ash barks out a laugh at that. "Really? Maybe I should take a photo or something to commemorate this event," ${ash_he} jokes.
You perk up. "Huh, good idea. Let's do it." Ash contemplates on it for a second before complying, closing the distance between you in only a couple of steps. You pull out your phone and turn on the front camera as Ash gets behind you. $!{ash_he} bends down a bit so ${ash_his} whole face can get in frame for the shot as well, not only ${ash_his} outfit. You begin the countdown and then you grin lopsidedly while pointing at Ash before taking the picture.
You check the selfie you've just taken and show it to Ash as well. "Hey, not bad at all." Ash nods approvingly at ${ash_his} own outfit in the picture. 
"Yeah, I'm totally gonna send this to Uncle Luka right now." You open up your chat with Uncle Luka, attach the selfie, and then type: "Watch out, Uncle Luka, got yourself a stiff competition here! Be careful not to show this pic to your boyfriend!" You snicker as you press send.
Not even a minute has passed before your phone vibrates. You click the notification and read Uncle Luka's response.
"So… First, you flirted quite blatantly with Rin last night, and then tonight, you're going on a mission that doubles as a date with Ash? What a Casanova. Maybe one day you'll invite both for a date? You know what, you do you. I won't judge and I won't tell Rin about your little date, promise. No need to thank me 👍. Oh, and also, my boyfriend said that I still look better 😛."
You feel your heart beats faster at the thoughts of Rin, but then you take a quick glance at Ash and feel your cheeks warm up as well. What does this mean? Well, you're not ready to confront your confusing feelings, especially not before your first mission. You shake it off and groan internally before typing back a response: "Touché. You win this round."
Your phone vibrates again after a moment. "Stay safe, kiddo. Don't take unnecessary risks, alright? If you see something is wrong, just pull out and abandon the whole job. Nothing is worth your life. Promise me."
The worry in that text is so prevalent that you can feel it seeping through the screen. You send a final text: "Alright, Uncle Luka. Try not to worry too much, okay? Love you."
You put away your phone, but not before reading another response from your uncle. "Love you too, kiddo."
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deanwinchesterpregnant · 10 months
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johndeanna with john watching her slut it up at some bar all night knowing full well she's gonna come home and nastysloppydirty fuck him later 👀👀
very tasty prompt, thank you ami <3
Deanna’s in one of her going-out-to-get-fucked outfits. John’s been more lenient about letting her out of the house like that since she turned 21 and especially since Sam left. Halter top that shows off her toned arms, tiny skirt, scuffed pair of boots. The ID’s still fake of course, but the age is real and it’s getting harder and harder for John to ignore that the baby in baby girl isn’t so accurate anymore.
He’s back at the pool table rustling up a couple hundred to cover both the tab and the cost of staying at the motel another week. Whatever they’re after, it’s not the wraith they thought it was. It’ll be another long day of research tomorrow, longer without Sammy here. Both John and Deanna are frustrated, snapping at each other over small shit, which is rare for Deanna if she’s not on the rag. And god help John, but he knows without a doubt she’s not on the rag.
“Your break,” says John’s opponent, slapping the quarter down on the table. He’d jump at the sudden noise over the din of the chatter if he were a civilian. The shiny head of George Washington stares back at him, and he nods, lining up his shot.
John could win a game of pool in his sleep, so losing the first game sloppily is a cakewalk even with most of his attention on Deanna and not the table. She’s leaning over the bar, tits all heaved up there for the bartender’s benefit. Her benefit too, John notes, as the guy slides a shot to her with a wink. He knows what that means. On the house, sweetheart.
He can feel the usual tremor of annoyance, protectiveness – whatever-it-is – run through him, but it’s easier to let it go when he knows exactly who Deanna’s going home with. It’s almost like foreplay for John; maybe Deanna knows that, maybe she doesn’t. She loves to flirt, his little girl, and she sure as shit knows how to do it.
John’s opponent sinks a striped ball and John fixes his cue to fumble a shot on a solid; Deanna’s moved on from the bartender and is chatting up a guy sat down at the end of the bar. The trucker type: grizzled beard and hands cracked with blisters and hat hair something awful. He thinks he’s got Deanna under his thumb and to his credit, she’s making him believe it. Leaning in way too close to his space, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Sauntering over to the jukebox to hit C5 – this is the only bar around, and they’ve been here enough times in the last couple weeks for John to know that it’s Communication Breakdown – and swaying her hips just a little bit off rhythm.
“Better luck next time, champ,” John’s opponent says. He’s got every stripe potted and is about to pot 8-ball while John still has a couple solids out and about. Easy fucking money.
His opponent wins of course, and John trains his face into an exaggerated one of disappointment, taking another shot of whiskey from the couple glasses he’s got lined up on the tall table next to him. Deanna’s tilting her head toward the shuffleboard table in the back with a raised eyebrow, but the trucker shakes his head and snakes an arm around her waist. Orders her another Jack & Coke.
“Alright, alright. How ‘bout a next time right now? Double or nothing?”
“Your loss,” the guy grins. “I’ll take that bet. I’m Tom, by the way.”
“John.” He shakes Tom’s hand and lays his money down on the table. “Your break.”
Tom chuckles, setting up the balls in a triangle and nods toward the bar. “You got your eye on her? Way outta your league, man. And she’s been all over at least three other guys since I got here.”
“Mmm,” John grunts. “Can’t always bag ‘em, I guess.”
This time, John takes care to pot a solid on his first shot, feigning shock. Maybe I’m a little better when I’m drunk. The trucker’s mouthing at Deanna’s neck, but for the first time all night, she looks back at John, biting her lip. She’s ready to go home.
Her legs are crossed delicately on her stool, which means she’s got no panties on. Cunt wet with sweat and want, John can practically feel the stumps of her shaved-a-couple-weeks-ago pubes brushing over his face. He’ll tongue fuck her first, get her all relaxed and open without even getting a finger in her. And when he fucks her it’ll be fast and hard. He’s got her on the pill with this most recent insurance fraud, so he can shoot in her the way she likes. The way he likes. The way his spunk will drip down her leg and they’ll wake up all sticky with it.
“Fuck!” Tom’s saying, frowning as John pots another couple balls. “Really thought you were shit at this, man.”
“Sometimes you get lucky,” John grins. Deanna’s made her way over to him by now, and he slips an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
“Ready to go, Daddy?” she asks, a pout on her blowjob lips. Fuck, but if she doesn’t know how to get what she wants. He nods, twisting his fingers in her hair.
“You know what I mean, Tom?”
Deanna steps back, pressing a kiss to John’s cheek for the good luck they both know he doesn’t need. He sinks the 8-ball, and takes the money.
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hey there!! can u pls make viktor x diabetic reader plsplspls⁉️ i crave for diabetes appreciation
I am! Honestly not very well-informed about diabetes! Two of my cousins have it, but the oldest one has Type 2 and the youngest one is like, 18 months old, so she can't talk yet.
Please forgive me if my research is uhhhh lacking.
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Viktor x Reader
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-He’s completely unaware that you have problems at first. It’s not like you’re trying to hide it or anything like that - he’s just more concerned with his work and his own tasks to pay you much mind.
-Honestly, you’re probably friends for almost a year before he even realizes that you have some kind of health condition. You’re hanging out over lunchtime like you usually do, chatting quietly, working, eating. When he hears a soft little beep coming from your…general area.
-He’s curious, of course. He’s never heard that sound in the lab before, and he’s not aware of any changes that have happened.
-Until you shuck off your throw sweater and plop down on the single, ratty couch that’s been shoved into the corner. Once he sees the little device stuck to the back of your arm, it’s like he can’t stop staring. Questions are running through his mind a million miles a minute, distracting him to the point that he doesn’t realize he might be acting a little rude.
-Thankfully, you’re generally good-natured and have a sense of humour, so when you inevitably catch him looking, you only smile.
- “I’ll only be a second,” you tell him, ripping open a little packet with your teeth. “I usually plan better than this, but I’ve been all bungled up lately. I promise it’s not gross or anything.”
-But he only tilts his head in reply.
- “What is it, exactly?” he wonders innocently, until you fix him with the kind of expression that makes him feel like you’ve just watched him grow a second head.
- “It’s an insulin patch?” you carefully reply. “Viktor, have you really never seen one?”
-He shrugs sheepishly.
-You’re surprised, considering how many other people you’ve met with diabetes, but then…the more you think about it, and his circumstances, it also makes sense. Having grown up in the undercity, where poverty and sickness ran rampant…you wonder how many people were dying because they couldn’t get the medicine they needed?
-”Come sit,” you direct him, scooching over a but and patting the cushion beside you. He hesitates for a moment, almost looking like he doesn’t want to intrude on some kind of private moment, but he relents when you pat the couch again.
-He watches carefully as you peel the brightly patterned adhesive sticker off, made easier by the oil you’ve rubbed over it to help it release. “The actual pump is pretty plain, but we can get all kinds of colours for the patch,” you explain, tucking the soiled device away into a little bag.
-You give him a thorough lesson on changing everything over to your second arm, like where to place it and how to clean the area, how long you leave it on for and why it even beeps in the first place.
- “Doesn’t it hurt?” he asks, when you tell him that you do, indeed, have a tiny needle in you all the time.
-But you just shrug. “I guess it kind of pinches for a second, when it first goes in? But after that, not really. The worst part is probably taking the adhesive off - when I first started using it, I didn’t know that you could break up the sticky stuff with oil, so I usually ended up ripping all my hair out.”
-He winces slightly, only able to guess how strong the stuff was if it needed to cling to you for extended periods of time.
-He watches carefully as you replace the patch, smiling when you even let him pick the sticker you use: more and more questions bubbling up in his mind. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a sudden onslaught of attention, even though you don’t seem particularly annoyed by your condition.
-He starts noticing little things about you after that. Noticing how you avoid some foods, and how you tend to favour things with more protein and fiber. Noticing how you always seem to walk everywhere you go, and plan accordingly. He never realized how much you’ve actually catered your entire lifestyle around this one single thing.
-He’s even more amazed that you’re in such good spirits about it. Though he supposes that when you’ve got access to things like medicine and devices, your life is made a lot easier. Growing up, he was always taught to feel as though illness, especially the chronic variety, was a bad thing.
-But with you, up here in Piltover, maybe it’s just a thing.
-It doesn’t take him more than a month after that for him to realize that he’s definitely developed feelings for you. Mushy, gooey, not-at-all-platonic feelings. And for once, he’s not entirely worried about admitting them. At least not to you. He does his research before asking you out to dinner, making sure the place he suggests has lots of options containing the things you need.
-You of course say yes to his proposition.
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Breaking down the comics: Who tells the story (Issue 27)
Moon Knight, Issue #27: Cop Killer! 
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Opening strong here. I adore any time they do a sky type view down on the city and the characters. 
So opening on Moon Knight watching Jake drive his cab at night is just wonderful. 
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....Does that sign on the side say Steven Grant is the writer? 
Let's see what Mr. Grant is writing. 
"August in New York. I hate it. Mostly I hate the heat. That sticky, damp heat that soaks you to the bone and oozes back out your pores. Some August nighs, murder is just another way for people to forget the heat.
This was going to be one of those nights. 
On each of the last six muggy nights, a cop had been killed. Same M.O. in each case. Same markings on the bullets. Too bad no one could find the gun--or any other clues. 
It was a sure bet that the killing hadn't stopped. I --Or rather, cabbie Jake Lockley--was wondering if we couldn't find a way to stop it. 
Oh yeah. They call me Steven Grant. Me and Lockley, we're Moon Knight." 
HOLY SHIT PEOPLE WE HAVE A GRANT STORY TEAM UP WITH JAKE. 
(And let's not forget that Steven later goes on to become a director for Spetor studios in Lemier's run. I am excited people.) 
"One Edge Lockley has over me or Moon Knight--When we need information, he's got the connections." 
Why Steven, you are being generous today. 
We see Jake in his cab pull up to a taxi waiting zone. 
A cop named Richardson is there waiting and Jake calls out to him with corney jokes. 
"Hey! Richardson! What's the going price for a cop these days?" 
"Two years we've known each other, Lockley, two years you've been using that same lousy Joke." 
That's my boy Jake alright. 
Richardson is reading the paper with the headlines about a cop killer being on the loose. 
Jake doesn't like that the cop killer is getting so much press. Neither does Richardson, but the commissioner is making noise to get the killer caught before the copycats start in. 
Jake remarks that it's funny how the killer only picks out the Plain clothed cops and not the ones in uniform. 
"You'd think he'd find easier targets, like uniforms. Must make you nervous, huh?" Jake jabs, considering Richardson is in plain clothes. 
Richardson agrees that it does bother him quite a lot. 
"Like...How the heck does he spot a plain clothes cop? F'r'instance, who could tell from looking which of us was the crimefighter?" 
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"Boy! Nobody, I'd think. Maybe you got something there, Richarson." 
Ah, comic humor. 
Richardson heads back to work, telling Jake to be careful out there too. It's dangerous being a cabbie. 
"Richardson had tried to not tell Lockley anything, but he told him enough. It was clear the cops knew more than we did. I wondered what Moon Knight could do with their information." 
GUNFIRE! 
"The shot came from just around the corner. Richardson had gone that way." 
Jake runs towards the sound. 
"In my gut, the part of us that was Marc Spector, the ex-soldier, knew what had happened. He had known that gut feeling in more wars than he could count.  
Spector knew how fate worked. Spector wouldn't have joked about these things. Spector would have known better. 
There are times I wish I hadn't put Spector away.
Then again, Spector would have laughed this off. Lockley and I just felt sick. 
We shouldn't have left the scene, but the cops would have a field day investigating Lockley. His trail would lead them straight to Moon Knight." 
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OKAY. There is a LOT going on right here. 
First, Jake makes friends so easily. Everyone is first and foremost a buddy. He’s the friendly man of New York and he knows how to get people chatting. 
Second, they talk about how Moon Knight might know how to use the information Lockley gathers. Another key indicator that Moon Knight is seen as his own separate person now. 
Jake, Steven, and Moon Knight seem to have come to an understanding and are starting to actually work as a functional system. This is pretty big news! 
It also shows that they have sorted out roles. 
Finally, we can’t overlook the way Steven talks about Marc. He addresses the fact that Marc knows how things like this work. Marc expects death and ill-fate. He also addresses that Marc has faced a LOT of death and loss. So much so that he not only expects it, but he has learned to laugh it off as a defense mechanism. 
And the BIGGEST thing here: There are times I wish I hadn't put Spector away.
I’m standing in a room pointing at this and screaming. Steven has accepted the role as gatekeeper. He has also deemed Marc not fit to run the body and ‘put him away’. Time and time again they try to remove Marc from their lives. Marc tries to remove himself from their lives. Steven takes the life from him and refuses to let Marc touch it. Jake will even often fight Marc out of front seat to prevent Marc from doing what Marc does. 
At this point, they all feel that Marc is not something they feel is healthy in their lives right now. Marlene hates him. Marc is self destructive. Jake and Steven feel that Marc is too violent and causes them pain and strife. With Moon Knight acting as the one that can fight, Steven keeping watch on the body and life, and Jake acting as an emotional grounder and spiritual guide, Marc is just not something they need right now. Or so they think. 
ANYWAYS. Back to the story. 
Jake heads home. 
"I called the cops from a pay phone, then beat it back to my mansion on Long Island. All the way I could hear Spector begging to get out. 
He wanted the killer's blood. Lord help me, I wanted it, too." 
Jake’s friend just died. Jake is obviously upset. Marc does not do well when people close to him are hurt. Even if he doesn’t always get along, if something happens to Jake or Steven, Marc is going to want to hurt someone. 
The second Jake walks through the door to the mansion, Steven takes charge. 
He looks for Marlene, possibly wanting some sort of comfort. 
There's a fight going on inside their head and they are in pain. 
Marlene: "Well, well. My favorite schizophrenic. Can't be Moon Knight-You're not dressed for it! WHo are you today. Steven? Jake Lockley? Marc Spector?" 
(NOTE: I had to grit my teeth SO hard at this part. We have entered the era where the Moon Knight system is often going to be called Schizophrenic. Remember everyone, this was written in 1982. Multiple Personality Disorder didn't get an officially recognized diagnosis until 1980. It was often thought of, along with MANY mental illnesses, to be a form of schizophrenia. Prior to that, in 1968 it was listed under 'hysterical neurosis'. It was often thought of as "making up people". It wasn't till 1980 that the term Dissociative was even considered a class of disorders and not at all hashed out. The term was changed to DID in 1994 but was still not fairly fleshed out and still often thought of as just an amnesiac state of the ego. It wasn't till 2013 when the DSM-5 came out that things got updated to current accepted terms and definitions of dissociation. THERE IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF UNFAIR USE OF THE TERM SCHIZOPHRENIA. THIS HAS BEEN A WARNING. It’s also going to paint Marlene is a REALLY REALLY bad light. I’m going to try to give her the benefit of the doubt but fuck is it going to be hard when she outright starts being abusive towards them at times.) 
Marlene takes a playful jab. I don't know... Maybe this is her way of trying? Maybe she's trying to make it a game? 
It does not come off well. 
Steven is not amused. 
"Not Spector! NEVER Spector! This is MY home! I don't want HIM here!" 
Keep in mind that Steven admitted that Marc was worked up and wanted blood. Steven has been holding him off since they found their friend dead in the street. 
It's honestly probably gotten loud in there. Marc demanding to get out and DO something about it while Jake is in pain and sad about his lost friend. 
"Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. A man...A Friend...Was killed tonight. Cop. I was thirty feet away. I couldn't stop it. Didn't even know it was happening until it was over." 
Steven is struggling to handle things inside. 
Marlene: "What are you going to do about it?" 
Steven: "Me? Nothing of course. We know what Spector would do--Grab a machine gun and start cutting down suspects until he found the right one!" 
Marlene: "Moon Knight?" 
Steven: "Moon Knight." 
He tells Frenchie to get ready. He wants Moon Knight out there doing something. 
Moon Knight heads to the police precinct. 
It's a hot night in New York and this makes people dangerous. The cops are overworked and understaffed. 
We see a chaotic station of cops asking for backup, dangerous criminals starting a fight in the office, and one cop who claims to be a transfer but no one can find his paperwork. 
As the Sargent tries to figure out the paperwork on the new guy, Mondnacht, the fight gets serious and he has to run out to help. 
The new guy is left alone in the Sargent's office to start looking through files. 
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Mondnacht.... Mond-nacht. REALLY? Moon-night. 
"'Pt. Mondnacht' had a whole strategy for getting into police headquarters--and didn't need it. Life's like that. Not that it mattered. Moon Knight had what he wanted." 
Moon Knight now has a list of the duty roster. 
"The plan smacked of Spector, but it was a good one. Find out which cops were handling the case and read their files. The names were on the pilfered duty roster." 
Moon Knight heads to the office of the first name on the list. 
"The empty station house seemed full of ghosts to Moon Knight. Like he was one of them. A ghost. Or maybe it was the air. You don't get these feelings in the sunlight. 
Or maybe it was me, not Moon Knight. Where do I go when Moon Knight takes over? Or Lockley? Or Spector? Maybe WE'RE the ghosts." 
Jumping up and down screaming and pointing people. Look. Look. Steven is starting to ask questions. 
Moon Knight breaks into the office by picking a lock. "One more skill gleaned from Spector." 
Steven wonders where the skills are learned and who can access them. If Marc has a skill and Moon Knight uses it, is it Marc using his skill? How do they share? 
Moon Knight digs through the files and makes a discovery. But he's interrupted! 
The detective is not happy to have Moon Knight there. 
Moon Knight asks him why there are no suspects listed in the case after so many days and so many dead. 
The detective tries to arrest him for interfearing and breaking into the office. 
Moon Knight tells him that he's on his side. 
"Not on THIS case. This is a departmental matter." 
This gets his attention. 
"I wanted the cop to keep talking --But from somewhere, Spector screamed, 'Jump him!' Moon Knight only heard Spector." 
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And there he goes… Jumping out the window again… At least Flint wasn’t there this time. Maybe I should start a ‘jumps out window counter too’. 
Moon Knight heads up to the chopter to discuss with Frenchie what he learned. 
"Ever hear of the Kingpin?" 
Oh shit! We got Wilson Fisk people! Moon Knight has officially made it into the Marvel New York Universe! 
"Few people messed with the Kingpin of crime. Fewer lived to talk about it. We had to beat the odds. The files proved that each murdered cop had busted a kingpin operation--and the fat man bore grudges." 
You don't just sneak into Kingpin's building. He's got more security than fort knox. 
So of course Moon Knight....
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Right through the window… 
Well, at least Wilson is blunt about it. 
Moon Knight takes out all the goons and demands answers from Fisk. 
Fisk tells him that he bought the cops and had the cases they were working on dropped. 
Moon Knight is pretty upset, declaring that one of the cops was his friend and couldn't possibly be corrupt. 
Fisk doesn't care. He knows where his money goes. 
"My reputation for violence is useful....But there are cleaner methods of dealing with people. MOST men have their prices. I can meet most prices. Your friend and his fellow officers had their prices." 
And Moon Knight makes a rooky mistake. He lets Kingpin get up close to him. 
Everyone always assumes that the fat man is just money and blubber. 
Everyone always forgets just how freakishly powerful Kingpin really is. 
It takes one solid punch from fisk to knock him out cold. 
Luckily, Fisk has more ideas than killing. 
He tells his goons to set Moon Knight free up on the roof. He wants his contacts at the station to give Moon Knight everything he needs to solve the case. 
The cop killer is killing HIS bought cops and he wants the killings to end. 
"Though woozy, Moon Knight heard everything. He feigned unconsciousness as they dragged him up the stairs." 
The thugs drag Moon Knight to the roof. 
"Spector clicked in. He didn't like being knocked around--And he was ready to take it out on anyone." 
He springs up and knocks around the thugs a bit before heading to the copter and taking off. 
Meanwhile, the two sargents Moon Knight was looking into have also just seen the Kingpin. 
They have their orders and are on their way to carry them out. 
As they head out, another car speeds past them at top knotch. 
They call for backup as they give chase. 
Moon Knight and Frenchie catch their radio signal in the chopper. 
Frenchie asks if they should get involved. 
"Sounds like routine business. We have better things to do." 
Steven: "Moon Knight voiced Spector's thoughts. I wanted to get involved. For all his skill, Spector can be so bloody blind." 
We see the Sargents corner the speeding car. They recognize the driver. Just as they are about to ask why he's speeding around so fast, he pulls a gun on them and opens fire. 
The suspect yells "I know what you're doing and I know where you've been!" as he fires. 
So he has been gunning down the crooked cops working for Kingpin. 
One cop is dead, the other frantically calls for help on the radio. 
Moon Knight picks up the signal and they rush over in the chopper. 
Moon Knight arrives too late to stop it.
Moon Knight arrives as the one cop tries to warn him. He manages to get out “Looey”, but it all sounds like gibberish. 
The suspect comes from behind and pulls his gun on Moon Knight. 
"I only want the bad ones. Not you. Investigations don't stop them. Commissions don't stop them. When a cop turns bad, nobody's safe! You know what I mean! I never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it!" 
As the man rants, Moon Knight quietly reaches for his truncheon under his cape. 
He's too late! When he turns around, the suspect is gone. 
"Moon Knight had failed to stop the killer -- And deep inside, we weren't sure now we wanted to." 
The killer is going after crooked cops working for kingpin. 
Before he can think about it, the police show up. Moon Knight makes a break for it and the cops prepare to open fire. 
A Sargent steps in and tells them all to hold their fire. 
"He has it on good authority that Moon Knight's not our man!" 
And an old partner shows up late, claiming he was stuck in traffic. 
Now, if I know my Moon Knight crime comics, I'm willing to bet one of these men is the killer. Let's see if I'm right. 
Back at headquarters, we see the old partner returning. He's there to fill out paperwork and Moon Knight follows. 
"Don't turn around, De Rais! You gave me a break--and I'm giving you one! I know your secret--and I sympathize. I know what it's like to do evil in the name of good!" 
Moon Knight explains that he knew the matters were a departmental matter, leading him to believe it was a cop that was the killer. He also theorizes that Looey meant Lieutenant, which is what De Rais is. 
He warns him that Kingpin has a man inside the investigation. Since it isn't him, that leaves the Sargent. 
He tells him that the killing must stop. "Stop now, before you're caught -- Or you mke me come after you!" 
And Moon Knight leaves him. 
Of course the guy figures his next move is to take care of the Sargent and then worry about Moon Knight later. 
Steven is...Idealistic. 
"That was supposed to be the end of it. Time would pass and people would forget and the case would go unsolved, like the Jack the Ripper killings. It was clear when I returned to my mansion that it wouldn't work that way." 
Marlene can't believe that they let the killer go. 
"He's not a mad dog, Marlene--And his victims deserved what they got! I found that out!" 
"His motives don't matter! He's still a killer!" 
"You forget--So am I!" 
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Marc is still angry and fighting for a say in it all. Steven puts the reigns back on him, but Marc is still pretty upset. 
I find it funny that Steven KNOWS Marc used to box, and when he’s angry and struggling with Marc, he always goes to the punching bag to work out the angry Marc energy. 
We see the sargent return to his home across town. It's a lavish apartment that far exceeds a police officer's payrole. 
He finds an envelope of cash on his table and gets a phone call. He has orders to take out his partner, permanently. 
Sargent calls his old partner, asking to meet him at his place. 
Both men are setting a trap. 
Steven tries to call De Rais but gets no answer. He worries that De Rais is going after the Sargent. 
While looking up the Sargent's number, Marlene takes pause. The Sargent's full name is Louis Fulcanelli. LOOEY! 
So is it the Sargent or is it the lieutenant?? 
Spector wants to go seek out the Sargent's home. Moon Knight decides to head to De Rais's place. 
For once, Moon Knight takes the lead. 
The two cops meet up and Sargent gets the upper hand, holding De Rais at gun point. 
It's all laid out on the table now. Sargent Louie is the cop killer and De Rais is working for Kingpin. 
They argue on who is in the right. De Rais gets the upper hand and takes a shot, hitting Sargent in the shoulder. 
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Look at that dramatic entrance. He’s always gotta make an entrance and an exit. 
Sargent cheers that Moon Knight is on his side. 
"We can work together! CLean up the department for good..." 
Moon Knight turns to Sargent. He tells him that after a trip to the hospital for the gunshot wound, he's going to jail. 
"You're a killer...As Bad in your way as the men you've killed... And I have to be better than that!" Moon Knight kicks away the gun and calls the police. 
We jump ahead to a fancy restaurant where Steven is dining with Marlene. 
She asks what happened with Sargent. 
Steven tells her that he was put away under psychiatric observation, though he believes that in a way he is saner than a lot of people and in a way, a good man. 
"You did the right thing, Steven." 
"Too bad the right thing isn't always the decent thing. Well, I can live with that. And if Marc Spector would ever accept it--He might become a whole man again." 
And we end on glasses of wine clinking. 
OKAY. There was a lot in this comic. Like..A LOT. 
Steven narrating (And this is big because we don’t get a lot of Steven’s perspective in the old runs, much less in current runs where half the time they forget Steven exists!), Jake being the good buddy he is and losing friends despite it all, and Marc fighting with Steven and Moon Knight. 
We get Moon Knight acting on his own, but also under heavy influence from Steven and Marc. Moon Knight is a really special case and I’d need to do more research into alter roles and presentation to really speculate what sort of person he is. He’s his own person, but sometimes he seems to act under heavy direction from the others. And I have my suspicions but I don’t feel it’s my place to do a full call out. 
We also have another moral decision on their hands. The choice they were forced to make with Stained Glass Scarlet still weighs heavily on them and not all of them are in agreement that it was the right choice. It haunts them and will continue to do so for a long time. 
Being faced with a killer who is trying to clean up a corrupt department of cops, and the corrupt cops…. The system is at odds on what to do. 
And Steven Grant chooses what he views as the high road. He strives to be better than Marc Spector. He feels like he and Moon Knight and Jake HAVE to be better than Marc, or it was all for not. Sometimes this leads them to go against Marc just to be contrary. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. 
We see Marc argue to do things that could have saved some of the cops, but we also see Marc argue to do some things that lead to deaths. 
Steven is taking the role of Gate Keeper and in his eyes, this means keeping Marc out. He views Marc as a threat to their very wellbeing. Unfortunately, this is also causing strife in the system and inter-system arguments and fights for control. 
We also start to see Steven view Marc as a wounded man that needs to be corrected and healed. He starts to get notions that if Marc can see and start to act in a more just manner without his temper and urge to hurt those that hurt them, then maybe they can heal and become overall a single better person. 
We see what is often seen as a huge controversial problem solve of “Final Fusion” when it comes to DID. I’m not going to get into that. I have my own opinions on it, but it isn’t my place to discuss them without someone that actually has any say on it present. 
Steven believes that Marc can go away and they can start to live as one man that can act justly. He sees Marc as “THE PROBLEM”. And this is going to cause further issues in their system that is just starting to figure itself out. 
We’ll see more of this start to pop up later on. 
Pretty excited about this issue! Hope you liked it! 
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miscellaneoussmp · 7 months
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This idea came to me in a dream, so I hope this is good. Anyway, here's Cellbit finding a missing poster:
Cellbit had decided to investigate one of the abandoned Federation buildings, wanting to see if it held any answers. He doubts it, but some clues are better than none. There's a desk with papers and a computer, this building seems to he nothing more than an office. He takes pictures of the desk and anything he thinks might be important later. The power in the building flickers occasionally, but it doesn't bother him much as he looks through the papers on the desk. All of them seem to be relatively normal paperwork, except two papers catch Cellbit's eyes. The lights flicker again before he can get a good look.
It takes him a minute longer than it should for him to realize he was looking at missing posters. Written on one of the posters in pen was a password, assumably for the computer in the room. As Cellbit was taking pictures of the posters, his blood ran cold as he realized who the posters were for. One of them featured a younger version of him and what looked to be a young version of Bagi. Neither featured a name, only a photo, a description, and a paragraph begging for help in finding them. It was written in Portuguese. Cellbit starts to feel a bit dizzy as this sudden revelation that he went missing at some point in his life. He shakes his head to ground himself. He has work to do.
As Cellbit has a finger on the computer's power button, he prays that it'll turn on. Thankfully, it does. It asks for a password, and Cellbit uses the one on his missing poster. There's a chat in front of him. He scrolls up, hoping to find the start of the conversation.
[Redacted]: They're the perfect candidates; twins.
[Redacted]: Shouldn't we talk in the Main Channel?
[Redacted]: It should be fine.
[Redacted]: Whatever you say. Where you'd find these two anyway? There's no names associated with anything you'd sent me.
[Redacted]: That's the point. They're nameless, easy to make disappear. They've already done it once. Currently, they're being held by their country's justice system.
[Redacted]: Why?
[Redacted]: One's a serial killer. The other, she was accessory in all of it plus a list of smaller crimes.
[Redacted]: And you want them here? Can't you find an easier set of twins to access?
[Redacted]: Like I said, they're easy to make disappear. Their criminal records make that even easier. Nobody will miss them.
[Redacted]: The missing posters you sent me say otherwise, but alright. Let's get the sister here first. Say this is some type of rehabilitation center. We'll get the brother later.
[Redacted]: On it.
Cellbit tried taking pictures of all the chat, hoping that the words were readable. Though his thoughts were elsewhere while he was reading. Suddenly a memory he didn't even know he had made sense. In some old gas station bathroom, he can't remember why he was there in the first place. He had been washing his hands when an older man came up to the sink. The man had looked surprised when he saw Cellbit. He had said something about Cellbit, nameless at the time, being 'the kid from the posters'. He remembers running out of the bathroom quickly, not wanting to be caught then and there. Cellbit, now, realizes that man might have been talking about the missing posters. He holds both posters. Evidence.
The chat continued, and Cellbit continued to take photos. This time it seems more recent.
[Redacted]: This channel is old. I'm surprised it's still archived.
[Redacted]: Anyway, #0001, henceforth known as Bagi, managed to find a way off the island around five to six years ago now. We have classified her as Missing/Uncertain.
[Redacted]: We have managed to bring Bagi's twin counterpart, henceforth known as Cellbit, to the island just as planned originally. He is just as difficult as previously assumed.
[Redacted]: We are working on bringing Bagi back to the island, but it is difficult to track her down again.
Cellbit's blood still ran cold within his veins. Him ending up here was planned this whole time? It wasn't some accident on his part getting too into an investigation on a docked cargo ship. This has been planned for years. Maybe knowing this is key to getting off the island? Bagi did it once. Maybe she could do it again, with everyone in tow this time. He slides the posters into the album with the pictures. Cellbit tries to ignore the feeling of being watched as he gets out of there. He came here for clues and left with more questions, as is the nature of the island.
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the-writer-nerd-ro · 1 year
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Gyro and Fethry for your fic pairing! :D
Sorry if you wanted them to be besties, Gyro doesn't strike me as the type to have a lot of best friends, still, this was fun to write!
Send me asks pairing two of the Ducktales good guys and I will write a short fic with them interacting. Not for Ships. Based on this post.
Just ran out of asks so if you have any ideas please send them in, even if you've already sent in a pairing!
Fic Below:
Gyro had seen the guy sitting next to him before but he didn't remember when or where until the guy started talking.
Then he remembered that this was one of the annoying members of the Duck family. Not every member of the Duck family was annoying, but on a scale from Donald to Della Gyro was pretty sure this guy was closer to Della.
"I used to be a Woodchuck." This was only pertinent because they were sitting with the other adults while they waited for a Woodchuck meeting to let out.
"Good for you," Gyro said drily.
"What about you?"
"Uh, no. My son is a Woodchuck, I'm waiting for him."
"Oh, nice, nice. My cousin's son is a Woodchuck too, maybe they're friends."
"Is your cousin's son Huey Duck?"
"Yeah! How'd know?"
"We've met before," Gyro said.
"Oh! Sorry, I forgot your name. I'm Fethry."
Gyro wasn't going to admit that he'd also forgotten Fethry's name.
"Dr. Gyro Gearloose," he said.
Fethry pointed at the clump of Woodchucks gathered around a fire that they were trying to start.
"Which one's yours?"
"He's the one talking to Huey, they are in fact friends."
"Oh, cool! Huh." Fethry was studying Boyd critically.
"What?" Gyro said, ready to square up if Fethry said something rude about his son.
"He doesn't look much like you. Maybe he looks like his mother?"
Gyro thought about Mrs. Drake, who he co-parented with.
"No." Then he relented and added, "He's a robot."
"Oh! Well family comes in every shape and size. My family is mostly krill."
That jogged something in Gyro's memory, "Ah, yes, you run the other underwater lab."
Fethry nodded proudly.
"It's incredible down there."
"Mine is slightly easier to reach from land," Gyro said, feeling like he should also be bragging.
"Probably better for raising a robot," Fethry said, not catching onto Gyro's ego.
"Yeah. It is."
Never mind, there was no use competing with someone who wasn't competitive. They chatted a little longer about the ocean, science, and Woodchucks before drifting back to their own worlds, and Gyro moved Fethry up a little further in his Duck family rankings.
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