#okay I bet this looks like shit on mobile but a win is a win

[saphirered]

Hello! I hope you are having a wonderfull day (or night) can I request Jester with #15 for the fall prompts?

Didn't have much time to write this one and had to finish it on mobile but I hope it turned out well. 😘

Excitedly Jester sits at the tavern table, part of another game of cards she’s doomed to lose again and again and again because let’s face it, she’s terrible at gambling games like these and those around her know it. Beau knows it and she fully intends to take any of the profits from this game. The other strangers know it and find her an easy target with plenty of coin to lose. You know it as you watch from another table, see Jester mess up a bluff disastrously, and get frustrated when she loses again because how is that even possible! Nobody is this unlucky. The new round starts and instead of conversing with the others you’ve taken to tuning them out, paying attention to the card game instead. The others don’t seem to mind and seem to encourage you keeping an eye on things since neither of your players are the responsible types. Not that your supervision will cause them to make any more responsible decisions, nor will your interference stop them, okay maybe Jester would listen but that’s about all. You’ve got your own cards up your sleeve. 

The game continues. Everyone gets two card. Jester excitedly picks up hers. She’s determined to win this one. She’s going to win this one. The nonchalant look of Beauregard can’t fool her. Nor the old man giving her the stink eye. She looks at her card. Now how do you play this game again? Oh jeeze. What are the rules? She can’t let it seem like she doesn’t know what she’s doing so she looks around the room, whistling innocently. That candle up there in the chandelier looks a bit green! Traveler! Is that you? Are you watching? Ha! She can’t lose now! The Traveler is watching and all these dicks are going to lose! One player bows out. The other two raise their bets. Shit! She forgot to actually look at her cards.  Beau casually dumps another five gold on the pile. Ugh! She’ll just have to do this. Jester throws in two platinum coins. This certainly earns a response but she just looks off to the side mimicking Beau’s nonchalant front. She makes eye contact with you. 

You raise an eyebrow as if to ask how it’s going. She shrugs lightly. Jester might not like it but you catch onto the slight concern in her eyes. She’s forgotten how to play the game… again… You rise from your chair, and saunter over as if you’re watching the game, standing between the old man and Beauregard. pursing your lips and leaning your chin on your curled fingers in thought. She gasps internally. best keep that pokerface! Are you betraying her? Are you taking the grumpy old man’s side? Or worse; Beau’s? You are! She huffs and throws in two more platinum. The dealer calls final bets. Some more coins are tossed in. When eyes are on the prize, you mutter under your breath, and wave your fingers, watching one card from the old man’s pile exchange for Jester’s before anyone can notice. What she doesn’t know is, you’ve been counting cards and if you’re correct, well you might just have done her a little favour. Time to flip cards. 

The old man sits there aghast. How could this happen? He bickers about cheaters but it’s clear, nothing happened. If anyone cheated it must be him. He never took his eyes off his cards now did he? And no one else saw anything. Beau flips her cards; a nineteen total. She looks smug. Jester follows suit and flips hers. A jack, and an ace. All eyes turn to her. She isn’t sure what this means but when she looks up from the cards and sees the annoyed and flabbergasted expressions, it’s pretty clear she won. 

“Haha! Eat dicks, losers!” She scoops over all the coins at the centre of the table in victory. And so it continues for another three rounds. You count the cards. You predict the handout. You watch things unfurl. Use a little magic to alter the course of the future just a little when necessary. Every once in a while Jester will look over to you. You’ll wink at her or let some sparkles dance from your fingertips when you know no one else is looking. She just glares at you intensely and so you pretend to be defeated whenever Beau loses. Finally enough is enough and the people decide they’ve lost enough money to the tiefling. Once more the claim of cheating comes out. The old man being the leader of it so when he points and accusatory finger at Jester, you make sure a card falls from his sleeve and all eyes turn to him. Now he’s being accused of being a cheater. He’s escorted out and you find yourself at Jester’s side. 

“Oh my gosh, you guys! I can’t believe that guy was cheating.” Jester exclaims when you regroup. 

“Yeah. Me neither. Completely out of the blue and I was sitting next to him.” Beau while she speaks just looks at you. 

“Some people are just that good I suppose.” Beau pats your shoulder as if to say ‘keep telling yourself that’ and joins the others, leaving you with Jester.

“What was that about?” She puts her hands on her hips, now suspicious. 

“What was what about?” You gulp innocently. She huffs. 

“You cheated!” Jester may be graced with the Traveler’s support because while she is giggling and proud of you on the inside, she manages to put front a cutesy anger that promises mischief for days to come and sell it to you wholly.

“I wasn’t even part of the game!” You defend holding your hands up in defence as she drags you along.

“You’re not even denying it!”Jester leads you up the stairs and into your room, plops down on your bed and sits criss-cross-applesauce taking out the coin pouch with her winnings. She spills the contents on the sheets as you just stand there, waiting for what comes next, still debating wether you should run while you still can or if it’s better to face whatever mischief she might have in store for you. 

“Those are some good earnings, aren’t they?” You try to change the conversation before it starts but Jester won’t have it. 

“So it was you who messed with the cards and made me win?” You go to defend yourself. “Don’t lie. I can tell when you’re lying.” Next you know she casts Zone of Truth and because you are off guard you do not resist the effects. 

“Did you mess with the cards?” She asks again. 

“I didn’t touch the cards.” This brief hint of mischief sparks in your own eyes after Jester grins. Now this game she knows. Words are important. She’ll dance with you. 

“Did you have some metaphorical cards up your sleeve when you came to watch the game?” She continues counting the coins one by one, watching your eyes follow each one when it hits the newly forming pile, keeping track. 

“Always.” Jester shrugs. 

“How many gold did I count out?” You won’t resist a challenge when presented, especially with the way she’s been setting you up. You know you’re walking into a trap but you’re seeing how long you can keep this up; not long, that’s for sure. 

“Forty-seven gold. Twenty silver. Sixty-one copper.” You speak before you can think about some loophole, or quell the desire to show off just a little.  

“You must be really good at counting things.” There’s a stroke to your ego. 

“I am.” You admit suspiciously. 

“Did the old man cheat?” 

“No?” 

“Did you swap the cards?”

“Yes. Fuck.” That didn’t last long. Jester grins victoriously.

“I knew it! I knew it.” She places two platinum and deems the two piles of coins finished. She pushes one pile closer towards you. You raise an eyebrow, taking a step closer. “Since I’m so gracious and kind, we can split the money. But next time just tell me because that’s pretty cool and we can cheat so many grumpy people out of their money.” 

“No promises.” You wink. She squeals and begins ranting on about plots and ploys about how you can make this work in variety of situations, cause big shows, deface some things and preach the word of the Traveler to the unsuspecting masses.Should you be worried? Maybe. Are you? Nah. You’ll happily do it for your favourite little blue tiefling!

#jester x reader #jester lavorre #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein #mighty nein #critical role #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction

[crazy56u]

So, Youtube and Google Play still think "Let Them Play" never aired, and my mom's SIM card straight up vanished out of her cell phone. Shit's weird all over. Luckily, Ben gets to be a lawyer this week, so there's that distraction.

[Also, to circumvent Firefox lagging out again, I wrote all of this in Notepad before dumping it into the post.]

Woah, no saga sell, we just dump straight into the episode…

Why is this courtroom so dark?

Ben is going to get this guy sent to jail, isn't he?

Look, to be fair, a $50,000 bail is better than jail.

"Okay, look, I know I'm a public defender, but we need to resolve the cliffhanger from last week?" "Ben, no we don't."

Ben has to solve all of the court cases this week, good fucking luck.

Seriously, the universe fucking sucks if Ben is getting thrown into the deep end of the pool like this. At least Sam only had one case when he was first exposed to court proceedings.

"You said it didn't matter that I didn't shoot him!" "Yeah, well, I was literally a different person yesterday."

I have every reason to believe Ian was the one to set up that bet, so they only have themselves to blame.

But, hey, on the bright side, it's only a dollar a pop.

Ah, so that's the rub: The last bunch of episodes this season all center around a member of the Project. So, that means Magic's gonna wind up in the Imaging Chamber next?

"Look, I can't do this." "I'm Ernie Hudson, Jenn, guess again."

Okay, Addison, you need to fucking let Ben know in advance when you let other people into the Chamber.

"You're a lawyer." "I've… talked to them, that counts, right?"

"Look, I've been in court numerous times, it's fun after a while."

[Also, I'm getting a sinking suspicion that the real reason Addison is passing the buck is because she's been replaced by Martinez.]

[Also, NBC's feed just had a minor seizure on my end.]

"Look, I have new evidence, my ghost friend just told me!" "Okay, sure, you didn't fucking file it, so court is adjourned."

This is like Better Call Saul, but some how more scummy.

This bald guy looks like he deals in ponzi schemes.

[So, of course his name's Saul...]

"It's impossible for one person to read all of this." "I'm literally standing right here, Ben."

I think I heard that seven minute fact once on Adam Ruins Everything.

Camilo was in the wrong place at the wrong time, much like 95% of everyone on this show.

Also, Addison got bored, and is just watching the show on the computer.

Why does this episode feel zippy tonight?

…okay, that one plot twist just blew Better Call Saul out of the water.

[T-Mobile, stop using the Scrubs guys to sell me on the service I already have, all you're doing is making me miss Scrubs.]

"Did you cancel our dinner reservations?" "What?"

"You fuck up my court case, you pay for dinner, only fair."

[By the way, I might have missed it, but did they say a date at the start of the episode?]

I love how that's the immediate smoking gun Ben has: "Did you know there's more than one entrance into a building?"

I have to imagine it took every bit of restraint that cop had to not choke him out while tackling him.

Okay, so either the cop stole that page, or that page was shredded.

"Bury evidence, just to win a case, what is this, Better Call Saul?"

"We got Marty McFly's almanac!" Jenn, did you NOT WATCH Back to the Future II?!

If Ziggy could talk, she would be prolapsing right now over Ben abusing the horse tracks.

[Why are they using the Spice Girls to hock Applebee's, what did they do to deserve that?]

"Look, Public Defender, it's your fault I decided to deal drugs! My brother could be relaxing prison for 10 years right now if not for you wanting to get him proven innocent!"

"Okay, this is the second page, I am saying this in case you forgot we made a big deal out of the second page being missing."

What if it turns out Edwin Soto's dead?

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey honey, I need to ask you about a guy…"

Why does this house look like a sitcom set?

"These four walls, they're a sanctuary. Just ignore the missing one."

"Ben, look through Vicky's papers, or Camillo goes to jail."

Yeah, she didn't hide the paper, she just took it, there's a difference.

ADA Barnes: The Real Antagonist

And Ben just ruined love.

Great, now Stuart's homeless, Ben's batting a thousand.

"Look, I don't know Edwin Soto, I can't h- wait, he's that guy?!"

That judge is hating life right now.

"Is everything in order, Counselor, you look like you just discovered tampered evidence, and if you reveal how you know that, you'll get disbarred?"

Oh God, Kentucky, a fate worse than death.

"I'm terrible at speeches. …wait, why am I being reminded of Watership Down?"

I choose to believe this isn't in the script, and she just started ranting about rabbits while the camera was rolling.

"The answer is you, Ben, you're the rabbit- wait, you're the farmer- fuck, what was the story I was telling?"

"Well, what do we know, besides the rabbit thing?"

Okay, Vicky fucking teleported, she fucking teleported into the scene, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Calling it now, Barnes is trying to protect Edwin for some bullshit reason.

"Boy, I'm a lost, if only I have a magical ghost friend who's current in 2023, with access to a supercomputer…" "…are you having a stroke?"

"What are the chances the gun is in the same place-" It's this show, Ian, the chances are pretty fucking good.

[Also, cool, at least I know it's 1985, so watch as it turns out I straight up missing them say it at the start.]

And Stuart saves the day!

Ben almost got fucked over due to someone not knowing north from south.

"Okay, I gave a speech, Ben, it's your turn."

Not to be Debbie Downer, but there's 15 minutes left, I think Leo might have a point on the gun not being enough?

"Hey, you know what it's a perfect time for? A botany lesson."

"Look, I'm gonna be nice for once, I'll make it a five-year sentence." "Look-" "Okay, cool, fuck you then, bye."

Okay, so, either a 100% chance at four years, or 50/50 he's declared innocent. Shit like this makes me glad I'm not a gambler.

[Also, it just hit me: Did Martinez leap into ADA Barnes?]

"Four years is too long." Ain't that the fucking truth… Hell, one year is too long at this point…

I love how the lighting at points makes it look like Jenn is wearing a tie.

Did anyone schedule this fucking dinner?!

Okay, seven minutes, let's do the dance.

Ben, no, don't talk about time travel, you're in trial.

And watch as the fucking jury declares him guilty anyway.

I love the implication that Addison kicked Jenn out of the Imaging Chamber.

"I just remembered Magic" is, out of context, something one should not be saying out loud in a courthouse.

Man, ADA Barnes must get off on tampering with case files…

Wait, so did Camilo get declared innocent, or what?

Okay, thank God, keep me waiting in suspense, why don't ya…

Okay, cool, happy endings all around, so, when's the other shoe dropping?

…okay, Ben leaping into a mental asylum, I count that as a shoe.

So, welcome to "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", Ben.

[How the fuck did Ben wind up in a worse mental hospital than Sam?]

Like, seriously, all Sam experienced was two electroshock treatments. In the promo alone, Ben wound up in a surgery room, got stabbed in the neck with a thing, and got shoved into a straightjacket. What the fuck?

#ben song for the defense #spoilers #quantum leap #scrubs #better call saul #back to the future part ii #watership down #one flew over the cuckoo's nest #shock theater #ben interrupted #next episode promo

[b4kuch1n]

toy doctor

ink under the cut bc it’s been over a year since I last used this brush and I’m proud of how it came out lol

#pokemon #swsh #champion leon #More Wizard Leon Babey ! #when I said I will never stop I fuckign mean it. I mean every word #if there is an upper limit to what design can be considered 'wizard' I will find it. and I will kill it #anyways: plague doctor too #I drew this as a way to uh. wind down. after finishing the first file of wassenveld #really funny in hindsight but I didn't know okay. it was just haha it's been so long since I did ink like this #and then. flowers too. just to really get the message across #to. myself. #I think the one thing I keep consistent between wizard designs is the pointy hat #(except for spirou's street wizard design) #but I also love the common plague doctor hat #so when I thought of putting the mask on top I was like hey that sounds stupid as fuck. but I'm willing to try #and you know what. I like how it turned out. it's great. a win for baku #also messed around with colors a Lot for this one #I think I definitely have a better grasp of colors than I did a year ago #that's good! that's tangible improvement #okay I bet this looks like shit on mobile but a win is a win #a win is valid across platforms even if the colors arent #I'll take what I can #alright. I will probably go out and get stuff or something now #or take a nap I do need a nap #have a good day!! your memories are your own even if someone partakes in making them

[jeysbvck]

The Bet - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: hi guys i'm back with another Adrian fic! I've been rewatching Brooklyn 99, and this was inspired by Jake and Amy's bet in the first season (1x13). I have an idea for part 2, so if you'd be interested in that please, let me know! As always, my requests are open, I promise I will get around to them! If you want to be added (or taken off) my taglist, please let me know.

Warnings: language, violence, sex is mentioned but no smut (that will come if part 2 happens!)

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @vigilvntes @neptuneswritingwork @aprilfire18 @themartiansdaughter @sunflowerfive @lindenvale @myguiltypleasures21 @rosescovenwrites @likedovesinthewnd @ladamari68

Summary: You and Adrian make a bet during a drunk night out.

***************

You stared at the whiteboard in horror.

Vigilante: 148

Y/N: 146

Shit.

You were going on a date with Adrian fucking Chase.

It all started six months ago, when, during a team building exercise, which was only an excuse to get drunk at the bar, you and Adrian had ended up in an argument over who had killed the most people. At first, it was over him calling the shitty car he drove the Vigilante-mobile, but it had veered into the usual direction of competition.

"I was killing bad guys way before I joined this team." Adrian said, pride oozing from every pore.

"Do you think you're the only person who was a murderer before the team?" You scoffed.

"No, I just know I've killed more people than you."

"Adrian, you know nothing about me."

"I don't need to know anything, I know how many people I've killed and I know you haven't beaten that."

Before you could respond, Emilia slammed her fists on the table. Adrian mimed a zipping gesture at his lips while you rolled your eyes.

"I just want one night, one night when we don't need to put up with whatever this shit is between you two!" Emilia sighed. "You need to sort it out."

"Just make a bet." Chris suggested.

"A bet?" You questioned. "What kind of bet?"

"Like, whoever fucking kills the most people wins." Chris said, with a shrug.

"What? So we just kill random people? Like, just fucking murdered everyone in here right now?" Adrian asked, unsheathing his knife from, well you actually had no idea where it came from.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Chris shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer.

"Seriously?" John retorted, shocked. "Harcourt, you're going to let this happen?"

"Obviously they're not going to kill innocent people, John." Emilia sighed, glaring at Adrian, who put his knife on the table. "But, it does seem to be the best way to finally put an end to this ridiculous argument."

"Besides, it's not like they're gonna fuck any time soon." Chris added, making you splutter on the mouthful of beer you had. You made eye contact with Leota, who raised her eyebrow at you as she smirked, knowingly.

"I am completely okay with seeing if fucking works!" Adrian said, making your cheeks burn.

"How about the Vigilante-mobile?" Chris offered.

"Wait, what?" Adrian exclaimed, staring at Chris with horror, who just gave him a look that screamed trust me, which made Adrian bite his lip and smile.

"The Sebring?" You paused. You knew Chris was cooking something up, just from the look he gave Adrian, but your competitiveness was too strong to ignore. "Sure, it'd be pretty fun to watch it blow up."

You smirked as Adrian stared at you, the horrified look on his face back. "Well, what if I win?" He quickly asked.

"If Adrian wins, he gets a date." Chris replied, shooting a quick wink at Adrian, who laughed loudly.

You frowned as the group collectively giggled like school children. "Are you fucking serious?" You asked Chris. "You want me to pimp myself out over a bet?"

"Why not? You don't have to fuck him." Chris smirked.

"Although that can definitely be arranged." John replied, proudly as he got a huge laugh from everyone but you.

"You're gonna win, so it doesn't matter." Leota said to you, encouragingly.

"Ugh, fine." You replied, ignoring Adrian's smug grin as you shook on it.

So that was how you were roped into a bet. A bet that frankly, you had no right agreeing to. You allowed your weird feelings for Adrian to cloud your judgement, the weird need to always beat him. You weren't like this with anyone else, if anyone else made a comment, it just rolled off your back. But when Adrian did it, you had this urge, this need to prove him wrong. Like you needed him to see how good you were.

It wasn't even as if you disliked Adrian, because you didn't. Far from it. When everyone else was annoyed by his stories, you weren't. When you and Adrian were partnered on missions, you trusted him to have your back, sometimes you didn't need words to know what the plan was, just looks and silent gestures. But most of all, he made you laugh. Which is something you hadn't done a whole lot of, until you met him. He just brought out this side of you, a side you didn't even know you had.

On the final mission before the end of the bet, you had never seen Adrian concentrate so hard. You were both on 146 kills, and he was not playing around. Usually he was so chill, humming to himself or asking about dinner plans as he went on a murderous spree, but since the bet he had been silent, his tongue peeking out slightly from between his lips as he focused. You couldn't help but keep glancing over at him, the look on his face was somewhat animalistic, like he would do anything to win this date with you. It stirred something inside you, a feeling that you didn't like, and so you told him you should split up, to cover more ground.

You should've seen the two butterflies way before you did, but you were blinded by your desire to prove yourself by winning. Too caught up in wanting to win to get rid of this feeling. Which is why it was so easy for the man and woman to catch you off guard and attack you. While you lay waiting for your demise; the woman inches from your face ready to take the final shot and the man watching on, waiting, you couldn't believe you'd let yourself get caught like this. That this was how you were going to die.

Then Adrian came out of nowhere and took them both out in a matter of seconds. He dropped to his knees in front of you and helped you sit up, worry etched across his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on your cheek as he checked your injuries. His touch was as light as a feather, barely there, but it set fire to your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, so you just nodded. He stood up and helped you up, waiting for you to stand on your own.

"Thank you." You breathed. He shrugged, before flashing you a lopsided grin.

"I think this means I win."

Now you were sat in fucking Fennel Fields, on a fucking date with Adrian. A date that Adrian had planned. You had absolutely no idea what to expect from this night, but it didn't surprise you that it started here.

"Adrian, have you been on a date before?" You asked. You had been here for half an hour and he hadn't said a word, which wasn't like him at all.

"Of course I've been on dates before! I've been on plenty of dates thank you, and they all ended up with us fucking." Adrian said. You raised your eyebrow at him and he started to scramble over his words. "Not that we're going to fuck, not at all. Although, if you want to fuck me then that's fine by me. I completely consent to that."

Your whole body stiffened as you tried to block out the thoughts of what that would be like. "I need a drink." You groaned.

"Yes, drinks, let's do that." Adrian nodded. He stood up and waved frantically, until one of the waitresses made her way over. Adrian ordered two beers amidst some awkward coworker small talk, then he turned his attention back to you.

"So do you bring all your dates to your place of work, or just the fake ones?" You asked him.

"Wait, is this not a real date?"

"Adrian, we're only on this date because you won a bet. What part of that screams that this is a real date?" You replied, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Oh right, yeah. Well-" He paused as the waitress brought the drinks over. "We'll have two bowls of mozzarella sticks please, Becky."

"Seriously Adrian? It's Beth." The waitress sighed, before waltzing off.

"What?" Adrian asked, noticing the look of shock on your face. "Oh Beth? It's fine, between you and me, she has a crush on me."

"Yeah, okay." You said. It wasn't that you didn't believe anyone could have a crush on Adrian, but you didn't really get that from the limited interaction you just witnessed.

Anyway, back to this being a fake date." Adrian started. "Would you have gone on a real date with me? Because Chris said that-"

Adrian was interrupted again by Beth, who practically slammed a bowl of mozzarella sticks in front of you. She glared at you, before she rolled her eyes and sighed. Huh, maybe she did have a crush on Adrian. The thought of it annoyed you, really annoyed you, but you brushed the feeling off, yet again.

After devouring the mozzarella sticks and answering Adrian's million questions as vaguely as you could, Adrian had decided it was time to move onto the next part of the date. You tried to get any small detail out from him about what was, but he wouldn't budge. As you walked across the parking lot to the Sebring, your phone rang, Harcourt's personalised ringtone echoing out.

"Hey Harcourt, what's going on?"

"How's the date going? Are you in love yet?"

"Please keep going, I'd love to tell Adrian all about that dream you had and you know he'll tell-"

"Shut the fuck up." Emilia warned and you laughed, loudly, ignoring Adrian's inquisitive look. "Listen, I need you to do some recon. I know it's last minute but we just got a lead."

"We're on it, text me the details."

You hung up and turned to Adrian. "Dates over, we've got work to do."

***

You felt ridiculous, sat in Adrian's Sebring, while he was wearing his full Vigilante suit, minus the mask, and you were in jeans and a top. You had told him, many times, he didn't need to be suited up for a recon mission, but he insisted.

"Can I ask you something?" Adrian asked, handing you the binoculars.

"I guess."

"Was this the worst date?"

"No, that would be the guy whose mother was hiding a few tables over, in full disguise."

"His mom?!"

"Yep. She kept texting him, telling him what to say, asking me questions about marriage and shit."

“That's tragic." Adrian chuckled, earning a loud laugh from you.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I can date the normal way anymore, and I’m beginning to realise that literally anybody could be a butterfly.”

"That's true, Chris fucked a butterfly." Adrian said.

"Of course he did." You scoffed.

"In his defense, he didn't know she was a butterfly until after."

"Shush, look over there!" You hissed, pointing towards the warehouse. You both slouched into the car seats, keeping an eye on the butterflies as they drove a truck into the warehouse, before closing the shutters over. You looked over at Adrian, who had already pulled his mask over his face. "Come on, we should get a closer look."

You both crept up to the warehouse, and you couldn't help but wonder how ridiculous this sight must look. You were dressed in your casual clothes, with two guns in your waistband and a knife taped around your ankle, while Adrian was in his full Vigilante gear. The streets were poorly lit, but it wasn't enough to be able to blend into the darkness. Surprisingly, you managed to get up to the warehouse without a problem, and you both peered in through the window.

You counted 5, maybe 6 butterflies, as they watched huge vats of their liquid be loaded up into trucks. You glanced at Adrian, who was already looking at you.

"So, what do we do?" He questioned. "Shouldn't we just go in and kill them all?"

"I mean, I guess so? Harcourt said it was just recon, but if we have a chance to get rid of these now, we should, right?"

"Right. Let's do this." He replied as he stood up, pulling his guns out.

"Wait, we need to make a-" You started, but Adrian smashed the window and jumped through it before you could stop him. "Plan." You sighed.

You followed him, and watched as he expertly killed 3 of the butterflies with ease. You knew he could handle himself, and you also found it quite hypnotic, the way he moved as he went on his spree. The way he flipped and dipped, the way his suit tightened in certain places…

You caught the human puppet coming at you just in time, and you ducked, pulling your knife from your jeans as you did. You stabbed the guy in the chest and watched as he dropped to the floor.

"Um, a little help please?" You heard Adrian yell from across the room, two men kicking him as he lay on the floor. You grabbed your gun and stalked towards them, taking the shot as you did. You hit the first guy right in the neck, and he dropped to the floor with a loud thud. The guy grabbed Adrian from the ground, ready to use him as a shield, and you fired the gun quickly, hitting him in the back. The guy went limp against Adrian as they both fell.

You sprinted towards Adrian, your heart in your stomach as you prayed the bullet didn't go right through the guy. You fell on your knees and pushed the body off Adrian, who was lay on his stomach, eyes closed, face bloodied.

"Adrian? Are you okay?"

You rolled him onto his back and pushed his curls out of his face. His eyes shot open as he stared into your soul.

"I'm okay." He replied, and you smiled, exhaling the breath you didn't realise you were holding. You stood up and offered him your hand, which he instantly accepted. Once you had pulled him up however, he refused to let go, but you didn't mind, your hands were cold anyway. You chuckled lightly, realising that this mission slightly mirrored the mission that won Adrian the bet.

"What's so funny?" Adrian questioned, his brows furrowed together as you walked back to the car.

"Nothing," you replied with a shake of your head, "we're just even now."

"Right, I saved your life, you saved mine." Adrian pondered. "However, I still won the bet."

"Hm, it was a fluke." You said. "So, what do we do now?"

"We could also revisit the 'having sex' clause of the bet." Adrian grinned as you both climbed into the car.

"Not this time. I never fuck on the first date." You said absentmindedly, pulling your phone out and dialling Emilia's number.

"So, there's gonna be a next time? That can be right now. We could go back to Fennel Fields, or we could…"

"Maybe, Adrian…"

You rolled your eyes affectionately at Adrian, ignoring his insane ramblings as you spoke to Emilia, the thought of a real date with Adrian on the forefront of your mind.

Maybe a next time wouldn’t be the worst thing.

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase #adrian chase fic #vigilante #vigilante fic #peacemaker #peacemaker fic #my creations*

[shepherds-of-haven]

In an alternate Blest where the Endarkened never returned thus there was never a need for the shepherds to form, what would the main cast be doing?🧐 Would any of their paths have crossed otherwise? For those who are not from Haven would they have any other reason to travel there?

Holy shit anon, this is such a great question that I've literally sat on it for six weeks thinking about it... Let's give this a try! 🤔💭

Beware! Heavy alpha build and overall spoilers below! Read at your own risk, or do not read if you haven't played the alpha fully!

Blade: well, if things had gone exactly the way they had, just without the need for the Shepherds in the mix, he'd be dead! But if we ignore that particular detail, he'd still be working as an assassin for the Ket Rebellion, and he'd probably be a colder, crueler person as a result of it. He would still be a frequent visitor to Haven, plotting you-know-what and taking on various jobs and assignments in the meantime; and he and Trouble were friends before the Shepherds were formed, so they'd still be merc buddies and occasional partners on bigger jobs where they'd need someone to watch their back! But they probably wouldn't be as close. He'd probably spend the rest of his life working as the tip of the spear for the Ket rebellion, the left hand and living weapon of his brother. It'd be an okay life, but he'd never truly be independent!

Trouble: he'd likely still be a mercenary or soldier-for-hire, sort of wandering around the Continent with Haven as his home base. For some reason, I could see him being talked into joining the Army of the Sun and becoming a military man once he was older and tired of the merc life; he'd probably like the order and structure and camaraderie of it for a time, but he'd clash with his superiors and the culture so much that he'd probably eventually wind up discharged! At that point, he'd probably leave it all behind and go West to start a new life... maybe he'd become the sheriff of some small town out there, or a farmer, or an airship mechanic in Lindell!

Tallys: she'd probably work as a hunter for hire, usually working for the farms out in the Sun's Embrace or guarding their livestock from wolves and predators, or possibly as a 'van guard for Elvish caravans. She volunteered at poorhouses and Elvish clinics in Ashtown before joining the Shepherds, so she'd probably still be doing that. I think her life would be a sort of haze of just... existing, looking for a purpose or some way to help people but feeling like it's all a bit futile. She'd probably do some self-destructive things to make her forget the emptiness inside of her, and if things reached a boiling point, perhaps she'd simply disappear into the wind one day...

Shery: hmmmm, this is an interesting question! Shery met up with the Shepherds because her parents sold her into an apprenticeship that she didn't want and she ran away, and by coincidence she happened to come across the group and Blade offered her a job as quartermaster because she was good at book-keeping. If that didn't happen, I don't know what would have happened to her?! She alludes in the game that she saw how prostitutes by the docks were living and was scared that that was the only option open to her if no one would hire her, but I like to think she would have found a job as like, a librarian or a bookshop clerk or a merchant's assistant. I almost feel like she could have somehow run into Riel and joined Merchants Guild as one of his assistants alongside Aerin! So I feel like she would have been okay, though her life would have been very quiet and domestic and humble, and unless she worked for Riel, she likely would have never earned enough to have more than a little dingy apartment all to herself (and some cats).

If things hadn't worked out so well, she likely would have returned home and faced her terrible parents, and probably would have lived under their thumbs for the rest of her life as atonement! :(

Riel: he'd still be master of Merchants Guild, and doing just fine! I think he'd just continue to garner wealth, power, and influence, and likely would have been made a minister or some sort of politician within the Consortium when he was older! Not sure yet if he would have taken that offer, though! If the Endarkened didn't exist, I wonder if Merchants Guild and Thieves Guild would have had any particular bone to pick with each other, as they largely ignored each other's existence... Chase's thieves typically targeted the aristocracy and the obscenely wealthy before the whole Black Sun thing, so they might never have crossed paths!

Chase: he'd still be master of Thieves Guild, also doing just fine! I can't really imagine anything about his life changing that much; he would have continued to steal, nettle, and harangue the denizens and criminal underworld of Haven until the ecosystem could no longer sustain it and the Thieves Guild would have to pack up and move elsewhere to elude capture (probably to Conte); or he would have developed such a monopoly on crime in Haven that he would have gotten bored of the power, handed control off to Ari and Kato, and peaced out to parts unknown... realistically, in that scenario, his luck would have to run out at some point, and he'd probably sleep with or double-cross the wrong person (probably both) and get himself into a corner he couldn't back out of alone...

Red: he'd still be Archmage of the Veiled Circle, and they probably would have remained at Capra for longer, since there wouldn't have been the Endarkened to draw attention to their activities as pointedly as Quiial did. Still, they would have had to leave to evade the Inquisitors eventually, and probably would have settled somewhere else; and Red probably would have passed off leadership of the Circle to someone else, maybe a promising instructor who joined later or Pan or someone. Basically when he'd felt he'd put in the time and wasn't abandoning the Circle to its fate, he'd leave and go off and do his Traveler stuff he'd always wanted to. But it'd be a lonelier, more solitary life, and his letters home or his jaunts back to the Circle would drop off as he became more and more engrossed in his research, and people would worry about him or his health, not having anyone to watch his back on the road. He has a 50/50 chance of marrying someone nice that his family set him up with after like a concerned intervention on their part, or he'd probably drop off the face of the earth and no one would know where he went!

Ayla: she'd still be working as a wilderness guide, taking rich people around on tours and guiding parties and caravans through dangerous stretches of wilderness. She would have gone to Haven to visit as a tourist, but probably wouldn't have stayed long; a handful of weeks, at the most. She'd spend her life scrapping, fighting to stay alive, and watching her own back, but it would be an empty life, pretty much devoid of meaningful connection or meaning. At some point she'd probably get fed up, return to Jalis, and launch a single-woman campaign against the warlords there, just because she could!

Briony: hmmm... okay, she'd still be in that shipwreck, but would slavers have found her if there was no gladiator arena, since there would be no Endarkened to have created it?? I feel like she would have woken up, still an amnesiac, and staggered to the nearest town eventually (which I think would have been Courtshore or one of its outlying, smaller towns/villages). After recovering a little, she probably would have put herself to work as a mercenary or as a street-fighter working for bets (so like a gladiator... but on the street!). She probably would have been taken in by a kind innkeeper or family and allowed to rent a small room with her bizarre story of not having a memory. Or she could have taken up something simpler, like working as a barmaid in the inn or something like that! She probably would have had a relatively happy, peaceful life once she got used to things and it all settled down... but given her proximity to the shipwreck, her past would have caught up to her way faster, and the fallout would have been... intense...

Lavinet: she'd still be in Lockwood, and the Elementals would still be an issue, since that wasn't tied to demonwork! What probably would have happened: things would have deteriorated, and the families of the besieged nobles in Lockwood would have grown impatient and would sent in their personal armies to deal with the situation, most likely without Lavinet's consent. The ensuing conflict would have been devastating, with the Elementals most likely winning. In response, the Autarchy would have mobilized the Army of the Sun and absolutely annihilated the Elementals--but Lockwood would have likely burned, caught in the crossfire. Lavinet would have to spend the rest of her life with that shadow looming over her, and while she'd still harbor ambitions to attend the Sun Court and rise in the ranks as a Sun Courtier, there would always be that stain on her reputation, or she wouldn't have been able to leave Lockwood, having to help it rebuild after its destruction. Or she would have gotten kidnapped by the Elementals far earlier and might have been killed then!

Halek: he would have stayed sol of the Reach, and I have no idea what would have happened... he probably would have married Moonsilk and just have been absolutely miserable... probably would have popped out a few kids and just... existed! Or maybe he might have run away and left Naolin holding the bag and become like a guilty drunkard in some random town, though it's hard to believe they wouldn't have tracked him down eventually...

#Shepherds of Haven #AU #no endarkened AU #idk how to tag this lol #long #long post #spoilers #heavy #extremely heavy #alpha build #alpha preview #all characters

[itsbenedict]

I didn’t post about everything I played this year, so here’s my opinions on the stuff I played that I didn’t make a rec post for:

Raging Loop 

Raging Loop is one of them twisty meta Zero Escape-y branching-path visual novels where an ensemble cast is trapped in a mysterious circumstance where people are dying gruesomely, and you have to find out what’s happening and stop it by looping a bunch. 

I can’t wholeheartedly recommend it, because... it tries to have its cake and eat it too with the supernatural elements. Clearly magic is real and has important impacts on the scenario, but then other parts are trickery you’re supposed to see through, and it’s entirely uninterested in cluing you in to how that trickery was accomplished. Not exactly a fair play mystery, in that regard- you have to kind of just be along for the ride, rather than try to figure it out.

That said, it’s a good ride- pretty strong character writing, and the central conceit of the Werewolf/Mafia-style murder scenario creates really interesting drama. It’s more concerned with making itself feel clever than letting the player feel clever, but it’s still well-paced and gripping and has a pretty decent resolution.

Detective Grimoire

I recommended Tangle Tower, the sequel, pretty strongly- and this one, while obviously a little rougher around the edges with the art and mechanics (the suspicion tracker system is a total dud; I didn’t even realize it existed until I realized I was missing an achievement for using it), it’s still pretty darn good. Really fun character designs and animations, fully-voiced, and a solid whodunit backing it all. Plus- while the two are more or less self-contained, the continuity threads with Tangle Tower raised some really interesting questions.

Contradiction - the all-video murder mystery

This one was pretty fun, largely on the strength of the actors. The main mechanic of interrogating people on evidence and using their own statements against each other was some good stuff, too. Definitely had that Phoenix Wright quality to the deductions, and Jenks is a really fun character. (Had a few points where progression was just linked to standing in a certain previously-abandoned area of the map where a clue was suddenly there for no reason, there- good thing it had a hint system.)

As a mystery, it could use a little work- most of what you end up finding out is sequel bait (for a sequel that never actually came together, unfortunately), and the actual whodunit is just sort of hiding in the cracks of all that. And... cornering the culprit just sort of happens out of nowhere once you’ve got your hands on the right piece of evidence, without much fanfare. You’re following up on leads like usual, you find a little lie in someone’s testimony, and then- oh, shit, they’re just confessing everything! Unlike all the previous times you questioned them and they were super evasive like everyone else! And then the game is over. 

All in all, it’s pretty meaty and entertaining and I’d recommend it, but unfortunately the creators have moved on to other things, so there’s not going to be any follow-up on the stuff it left unresolved.

Ikenfell

Ikenfell is a tightly-designed RPG about kids at a magic school, with Paper Mario-style action command mechanics and a battle system that makes a big deal out of careful positioning and movement, which was really enjoyable. The difficulty’s a little high (I recommend always always always speccing into max damage because killing things before they kill you is worth more than any amount of defense, speed doesn’t work, and healing is cheap), but I found it really satisfying.

There’s... something... off? About... I don’t know how to put it, it’s... doing that “yes, everyone is queer and mentally ill, deal with it” thing, which, sure, okay. But for a lot of them it’s such a background thing, like... half the playable cast is unambiguously nonbinary, but like... I don’t know if it’s trying to make some statement on how there are no rules to being NB and you can 100% perform a particular binary gender presentation but still count, or if they wrote the whole story and then changed the pronouns of some of the characters for Representation Points, or what. Probably the former? I dunno, it just feels weird. Maybe I’m just not woke enough to Get It.

(unrelatedly: why the heck is the official art they use everywhere so... off-model? none of them look like they do in-game- they look like the creator commissioned someone to draw a group shot with one reference image each and didn’t tell them anything about the characters. how much you wanna bet they commissioned a friend and it came out wrong but they were too polite to say “sorry, no, this is wrong, can you do it over?”)

Trails of Cold Steel IV

Hoo boy. It’s... not great, and it’s not great in a pretty predictable way for an even-numbered entry in the Trails series. It happens every time- first there’s a game in a new engine with new characters and a new world to explore, and it’s really nice and does interesting things... and then it ends on a cliffhanger, and then there’s a sequel game in the same engine with the same characters and the same world, reusing as many assets as possible. Also the League Of Generically Evil Anime Supervillains is there causing trouble for reasons they refuse to explain, and the plot is a storm of magicbabble and macguffin-chasing that makes little to no sense. 

Cold Steel IV is that for Cold Steel III, full stop. Welcome back to all the same places you visited last game, except this time there’s some stupid magic apocalypse happening (not that it stops you from taking the time to do random sidequests constantly, of course). The whole “oh, the evil curse mind controls people and that’s why they do stupid bullshit that’s in no one’s interest” plot point is leaned on super hard, and it’s just a big yawn the whole way through.

It’s still really fun, though, because the battle system remains really well-designed. (The same battle system that was just as fun in Cold Steel III, mind you, but it hasn’t gotten old.) And- though they’re struggling to square it with the dumb mind control apocalypse plot, the NPC dialogue continues to make the world feel believable and lived-in. They don’t slack on the parts that make Trails good- it’s just the parts that make Trails bad are making themselves more evident than ever.

did finally get to date Towa though so that’s a win

One Step From Eden

OSFE is... uh. It’s fucking hard is what it is. It’s sort of a deckbuilding roguelike, and there’s this combat that takes place on a grid, and- wait, it’s like Mega Man Battle Network, it’s exactly like Mega Man Battle Network. Man, I forgot about that, but the mechanical influence is extremely obvious. It’s MMBN meets Slay the Spire.

Except it’s super duper hard as hell, because unlike MMBN you can’t pause and swap out chips or anything- everything is just always happening so much, all at once, everywhere, and you have no recourse but to git gud and learn all the enemy patterns and the behavior of your own spells and develop the twitch reflexes necessary to not fucking die from all the shit that’s on the screen always.

(What’s the story? Uhhhh, there was some kind of magic apocalypse, and some anime girls are trying to reach a city for some reason that doesn’t really get explained ever. The game doesn’t really care to build its world at all- it’s all mechanics plus a little token character dialogue that doesn’t say much.)

The point is it’s really frickin’ hard but I am an epic pro gamer and I got ALL THE ACHIEVEMENTS, MOTHERFUCKER. If you’ve played it, I expect you to be really god damn impressed with me, okay???

A Short Hike

This one was really relaxing! It’s a platformer where you explore an Animal Crossing-y island of cartoon animal people, collecting mobility upgrades- but like, mainly it’s about straight chillin’. The flight controls are fun and there’s lots of little secrets to find and it’s just a nice time that doesn’t drag on too long. Not too much to say about this one.

Pokémon Sword

Ehhhhh.

I’m not here for the hot takes about how Dexit is good actually. Development hell happened, they had to make cuts for time, I get it. It’s disappointing and makes the game a little bit worse, but it’s not the end of the world.

Apart from that... perfectly serviceable? The Wild Area could’ve used a little more technical polish (as could most things in the game, really) but was a step in the right direction, giving the player a wider array of early-game team-building options than ever before. No HMs is good. Story and characters were kind of nothing, but that’s par for the course. “At least this time they’re not shoehorning in some kind of stupid evil-team-wants-legendary-pokemon-to-destroy-the-world apocalypse plot”, I thought to myself before they managed to shoehorn one in at the last minute with zero buildup- but, hey, beats wasting half the game on it.

It’s nothing special and it’s missing a lot of polish, but its problems are mainly due to being rushed, and presumably next gen they’ll be able to reuse a lot of the models and animations (maybe even improve the animations so they’re not so boring??? a man can dream) and make something interesting. SwSh seem like they were testing the waters for something else, and not taking too many chances in the meantime. 

(yo why would you sell all these cosmetic items and then turn them all off during gym battles, though) 

Hades

Hades is- oh, who am I kidding? Everyone knows Hades, it’s the game of the year, greatest thing since sliced bread, Supergiant are heroes, yada yada yada. I’ve played almost 300 hours of it and I’ve completed everything except all the Resources Director levels (currently a Sigma Wraith), it’s extremely fun and you don’t need me to tell you that.

Petal Crash

It was that thing the Paranatural creator helped on? It’s, uh. It’s a block-sliding puzzle game thing, sort of in a Puyo Puyo vein. It has fun character designs and some good dialogue, like you’d expect from Zack’s involvement, but it didn’t really leave an impression otherwise (besides how got dang infuriating some of its Turn Trial puzzles can be.) The story is... kinda heartwarming, kinda didactic, kinda childish, not especially deep or interesting. Hard for it to be, when it’s told through little bits of fluffy character dialogue that exist to set up a puzzle battle as quickly as possible. Not super recommended unless you really really like block-sliding puzzles.

Hollow Knight

Man, why’d I sleep on this for so long? It’s a metroidvania platformer with heavy Dark Souls inspiration, in terms of tone and difficulty and death mechanics and environmental storytelling. And it’s... apart from all that, just really good as a game, with tight controls and juicy movement and great animation. Progression is linked as much to mastery as it is to upgrades collected- I found myself in lategame areas facing down things that would’ve killed me ten times over at the start- not because I had the best gear, but because I’d learned the game’s language and understood how to move in ways that wouldn’t get me killed.

(Usually. Sometimes I’d walk into a room and sit on a bench and suddenly there’d be a boss fight and I’d get slaughtered. Ain’t that just the way it goes?)

Anyway, on top of all that it’s just charming as hell, with a really unique and well-realized world full of little bug people. I love how, like, your character is clearly some kind of eldritch abomination, but it’s small and cute and so everyone (besides enemies that attack you on sight because they’re possessed by some kinda evil mold) is like “awww, who’s this little guy? want some help, little guy?”

(except Zote, who is just an ass hole. i love him.)

#game rec #also some game non recs #long post

[currentfandomkick]

Marinette did not sign up for this part 10: Mari plots plotting

So long time no post. I live. Ish. Also finally figured out readmore on mobile, so yay. Will take forever to edit posts now though. Explanation at the bottom First part here previous part here. Ao3 here

Marinette wanted to go on record that Mandeliev did not, in fact, give her an extra day or so to study for the test. Why? Instead, she was told she may do a paper on the application of physics in gymnastics and principles of evasion in urban areas and how to combine the two to maximize one’s ability to run away from akumas and other dangers.

Or as Nino put it: “I am tormenting you into running better, the eight page essay.”

Alya dubbed it the “Run Better Paper.”

Aurore said it should include more formulas when Marinette showed her the draft. (as Adrien would complain about lack of theories and how she should have used this advanced formula she’d never heard of instead and then Marinette would have to forcibly stop him from taking over her paper. Again.)

Kim had taken to keeping her in his hoodie, escorting her to the bakery and didn’t leave her alone until Adrien said it was his “Marinette Anxiety Watch” shift.

Which she would like to go on record, is just plain mean to say. She has Liar 100% under control when world ending things and metaphorical bomb drops aren’t happening to her constantly.

—-

Bruce tried to contact Diana and Arthur again. Hal was off world, and therefore useless.

Why?

As his missing son hadn’t contacted them yet. Was still in the Miraculous team’s custody. And he saw the footage of Robin—Damian—being hunted by a lving shadow, an element casting swordswoman, and a strategist that seemed to know exactly what to do to keep Robin cornered in battle. The living shadows—Chat Noir—tried to kill his son with Cataclysm.

That was when they were in public, and had Hal watching over them.

He didn’t want to think about what the kids might do unsupervised to someone that tried to kill Ladybug, openly stalked her civilian self, and apparently tried stalk her again, in broad daylight. And possibly may have revealed her secret identity…

From the comments, it seemed that the Parisians hadn’t connected his sons aliases to the pair, writing it off as “Copy-cat Vigilantes” thankfully. And none of them were revealing more than “so the Fashion Disaster tried to go after Chat and Ryuko’s civvie… Not A Smart CopyBird” was the most he was able to get.

His children, on the other hand…

——

“I Fucking KNEW IT!” Tim yelled. “I knew it was her!”

“But,” Jason smirked. “You didn’t tell us.”

“Soup girl, baby bat!” Cass said gleefully.

“Wait, we both talked to her—and you didn’t say you thought it was her either Cass!”

“So what I’m hearing, if my ears don’t deceive me,” Jason continued. “Is that you all lost too.”

“What—“

“Wait a minute!”

“No way—”

Cass shrugged. She was the least invested in winning. She got to meet soup girl, who is very nice and her parents are safe for Baby Bat.

“We don’t have proof,” Dick pointed out. “Didn’t you say something about her being a mouse?”

“I—”

“Well—”

“Yes.” Cass cut through Tim and Stephanie’s waffling. “She is.”

Dick rubbed his forehead. “How many secrets can one kid have?”

“Five?” Jason said without much thought. “Limit is definitely five.”

—-

“Let me get this straight,” Miss Sting began, watching Ladybug very, very carefully. Rena and Carapace were busy that night and couldn’t act as the team’s Common Sense Filter in person. and texts only went so far.

So the job fell to Aurore. To talk (probably Marinette) Ladybug out of a Very, Stupendously, Inconceivably Bad Idea.

“You want to trust Robin—the kid who tried to kill you—to contact his mother—an assassin—to talk strategy about how to take down Hawkmoth’s civilian life’s business, not kill him, and trust that they won’t kill you?”

“…I’m bringing Chat with me.”

“Ladybug.”

“What, do you want me to use a Lucky Charm to prove this is our best bet?”

“You know what?” Miss Sting threw her hands up. “Yes, yes I do.”

“Fine.” Ladybug threw her yoyo skyward. “Lucky Charm!”

A red, spotted ball with an 8 on it came down.

“… you have got to be kidding me.”

Ladybug shrugged. “Uh, Magic Eightball, is it okay to trust Robin with this?”

One shake later and the floating die window read “Without a Doubt.”

“Give me that.” Miss Sting scowled, shaking as she asked. “Should she bring someone besides Chat and Robin—like someone from our team or Wonder Woman or Aquaman?”

The ball answered “Outlook not so good.”

Miss Sting glared at the magic eight ball. “I can’t believe this!”

Ladybug shrugged. “Lucky Charms are Lucky Charms—and I gotta go.”

Miss Sting checked her beeping spinning top. Someone was just akumatized.

“Re-charge first!” Miss Sting yelled before swinging ahead.

—-

“Oh, hey, when’s Demon Spawn going to contact us?” Jason asked as other bats calmed down.

“He’s not answering his communicator.” Bruce growled. “Hal took it earlier.”

The bats paused at that.

“Well then. Trackers?”

“Disabled—what? We didn’t need anyone crashing the apology and he ran off before I could stop him,” Dick defended. He is not Damian’s keeper. Just his Batman (as yes Bruce, he is Damian’s Batman and Damian is his Robin. Current masks not-withstanding).

“Then how are we supposed to find him?” Stephanie asked as the room grew uneasy.

No one answered that.

“How’s this,” Tim began. “Me, Steph and Cass agreed on who Hawkmoth probably is, each of us has a different set of evidence for it—and I’m counting breaking into his evil Liar and the cameras catching him mid-act a few minutes ago as absolute proof.”

“I’m sorry, you did what!” Stephanie leaned over Tim’s shoulder to see. “Oh shit. Isn’t that guy—”

“One of her friends? According to their private Instagram accounts, more like partner in crime and possible Chat Noir. I mean, he’s the one that calls her his “everyday Ladybug” and voices Chat Noir in everything." Tim answered idly. “My money’s on him not knowing at all.”

Bruce twitched. Then began to add ‘stalking social media feeds’ to his to-do list tonight.

“So,” Tim stepped forward. “I suggest we send this to the Wonder Woman and ask for Robin’s comm to be returned, and failing that, I bugged the video so anything they play it on, we get access to its IP and can find where they are.”

“Have Oracle go over the bug, just in case,” Bruce told them. “In the mean time, the rest of you suit up for the night. Gotham needs its vigilantes.”

—-

Marinette wanted to go on the record that her plan (to keep the bats away) was going well. Deciding what to do with Mu—R—Damian. Damian. Damian and his offer, was a challenge.

For obvious reasons, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman and Aquaman were against her asking a bunch of assassins for their help. Chat has more than a few reservations. Carapace, Rena and Miss Sting gave her looks for that plan.

But.

But it would work. She needs more information on how to make the plan burning in the back of her mind work. It’s a lot of chaos (and she may thrive in chaotic battles but this wasn’t her usual battlefield, and her team didn’t know who they were going up against for once). And Marinette? She needs to know its not just her doing this when its so out of her depths.

So despite literally everyone and their disagreements she had Chat on her right side with Damian on her left, meeting up with his Crazy, Semi-Immortal mother. And possibly his Immortal, former Black Cat candidate, grandfather.

Why?

As Marinette isn’t trusting the likely cult that makes up the Gotham Ghost Gang (Batfam if you like them) when she can get real advice and vague directions to immortal and allied (loyal and terrifying) assassins.

And yes, she wasn’t sure if Liar was wrong or right when they said it was a bad idea too.

But fuckit she’s already got Kaalki at her shoulder, looking a bit bored at the deserted rooftop that Kaalki chose for their meeting.

“داميان*,” the woman smiled at her son. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mother,” Robin greeted. “This is Ladybug and Chat Noir. Ladybug wished to speak to you about potential strategies to take down an enemy outside of battle without violence,” Damian stressed.

“I am well-aware of the Kwami and their Chosen, اِبْن.**” The woman spoke calmly. “The League of Assassins formed to act as the Black Cat to restore the world to balance and un-burden the Order with its maintenance.” The woman offer Ladybug her hand. “I am Talia al Ghul, and I am at your service, with or without violence Ladybug.”

Marinette took her hand. “Thank you Talia. Our target being directly exposed like I planned would have…” Ladybug trailed off, thinking over the ramifications not only to Adrien, but to the whole of Gabriel’s brand, workers and all that worked with them. “Some intense ramifications I’d rather avoid.”

Talia nodded her head, waiting for more information.

“I believe its possible to topple them without affecting their employees by uncoupling them from their business, but doing so is, well, stocks and economics isn’t my strongest point.” Ladybug admitted a bit sheepishly.

“I would suggest,” Talia began, “to create a bit of chaos in the stock market. Perhaps a rumor here and there, let investors pull out and grab the abandoned stocks quickly. Consolidate them under one owner and become the company’s owner.”

Marinette twitched a bit at that. “That… sounds complicated.”

“Oh, but it isn’t. My son knows just how to that, or did you forget our lessons?” Talia asked coolly.

Damian twitched at Marinette’s side. “I did not.”

“You know,” Chat chimed in. “I do know a few things about those things. If its general chaos, well…” Chat’s face twisted in a way Marinette forgot he could do after that Chat Blanc episode.

“… I will take that into consideration.”

“Anything else?” Talia asked, watching Ladybug and her son. Specifically, how her son seemed glued to the girl’s side. “I am certain my son is able to take out your target, if all else fails.”

Damian scowled at Marinette’s side.

“However, I do believe that whatever is happening, whatever has you active, might require a more… experience hand.”

Damian brushed against her side. Code for ‘Possible Danger.’

“Thank you for the offer,” Chat moved in front of Marinette. “But mi’lady and the Guardians have that much handled.”

Talia’s eyes shifted from Chat to Ladybug, staying on her. “Is that so?”

“Yes. I merely needed more information on how to execute this type of plan, that’s all!” Ladybug almost, almost slipped into Marinette while Liar, while silenced for the moment, prodded the back of her mind. “I want to minimize collateral damage as much as I can, to everyone. The kwami already said they get to chose the target’s punishment.”

“Ah, I see.” Talia relaxed then. “You are following the kwami’s wishes. I will respect their wishes as well, Chosen.”

Marinette categorized this interaction as one of the “not too horrible, but will avoid a repeat” once they left.

—

*Damian in arabic

**son

so we have Talia now as a Player, sort of. she plays by her word pretty well so hopefully its a cameo more than anything else.

any ideas on how JL will handle the video, and if Miraculous Team should see it and freak out or only LB and keep on the dl while JL assissts in her Chaos Plot?

End of update. Will have to repost from ao3 on my phone now as desktop tumblr is being exceptionally rude. Tags always open, just takes me a bit to do—sorry to vixen for vanishing from tags

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#maribat #marinette did not sign up for this #part 10 #updated at last #my writing #long post #my writings #bio!dad bruce

[bitchiha]

A/N: I accidentally posted the request before I finished LOL. So I don’t know much about Tsundere relationships, but I did some reading on it just before I started writing and I hope I did the request some justice! Also I’m literally Kankuros bitch <3

Ps, I’m sorry I didn’t put a keep reading thingy idk how to do it on mobile and my trash laptop is broken 😭😭

Also I didnt include tobirama bc I absolutely hated how his turned out and I had to delete it im sorry 😖

✎ Tsundere relationship! (Hidan, Kank, Naruto)

Kankurō

Ahh, where to start? I think you’ll meet on a mission co partnered with the Leaf...

You and Shikamaru are sent to assist the Sand on a mission. Now, we already know Kankurō is a bit of a sassy mf when it comes to the Leaf like I think he whole heartedly believes the Sand is superior and you also have those feelings about your own village... So there’s an instant dislike for one another. Kinda like an instant rivalry.

Literally the first thing you say to him is “So, the Sand can’t take care of their own missions?” And that sets Kankurō off, “What, how dare you- ack! Temari, that hurt! I’m not gonna let her walk all over us like that, I’ll fight you right now you Leaf Village bi- ow! Temari!” Shikamaru has to hold you back LMFAOO you’re ready to throw hands “Huh, what’s that? Sounds like you’re really determined for me to kick your ass?” He lowkey liked when you said that to him lol.

Anyways, the two of you are bickering the whole entire way to the missions destination. You’ll tease eachother about anything and everything you can. So, once you find out about his puppet master jutsu its only natural that you fall on the floor with laughter. Like full on tears and strangled breathing. Now this is something you can really tease him about.

“What! You still play with dolls? I bet you have little sleep over parties with them and do their hair-“

You’re cut off because he tries to trap you in the Ant. Temari has to strangle him and force him to let you out. You’re lucky he didn’t iron maiden your ass LMFAOO.

This is the kind of the energy you guys carry whenever you see eachother from now on. He’ll see you more often too because you carry out a lot of Leaf and Sand allied missions and duties. Rip to anyone who gets put on a mission with you two tbh.

But on one particularly hard mission it ends up down to the two of you fighting off like 10 enemies. He’s trying to focus on fighting them, but he can’t stop thinking about if you’re okay. His distractedness earns him a particularly hard blow.

You end up having to fight off the remaining enemies yourself, all the while protecting him. The last thing he remembers is you screaming his name when he gets hit and the fear that was in your eyes at seeming him like that. It slowly turns to anger and then you kick the bad guys asses. He’s like half conscious but is laying there like: whatta bad bitch. Then he passes out.

Starts to really admire you after that and his comments aren’t as snarky when he sees you next. It’s more like little jabs and teases because that’s how he shows his affection, but they were no longer the hardcore roasts he’d dish out before. You probably stop flaming his ass too because let’s be real here; you’ve both obviously been attracted to each other from the start you just didn’t want to admit it.

Like cmon, he didn’t wait for you at the gates every single time he knew you were visiting just to insult you first. No. He came there to see your cute ass first!!Same goes for you, like you didn’t take all the missions to the Sand for nothing. You came there to see your fav hot headed puppet master.

He’ll ask you out a few months later, when you end up at the Sand again. Probably takes you to dinner before going back to his place. I 100% see him showing you his puppets and this time you’ll actually show your interest and not just tease him lol. Probably ends up making out with you on his workbench. Ok that’s all.

Naruto

You meet eachother for the first time at Ichirakus. Second to Naruto, you actually bring in the most cash for the place. So it’s surprising you two had never met each other before.

Until now of course. He’s just gotten back from a long mission and he’s dying for some ramen. He strolls right in and orders a miso pork ramen, but the old man tells him there’s no more pork left.

Probably flips his shit like who tf ate it all?? Then the old man points at you. You’re sitting there chowing down you’re literal 15th bowl, the giant stack of empty bowls next to you proving it. You watch the blondie charge right at you while you eat the last miso pork bowl of ramen for the day.

You put the bowl down and wipe your face just as he stops right infront of you, very close to your face. You can see the anger in his eyes, but you are not giving up. Also, the guy looks sorta comical so you basically laugh in his face which gets him more worked up.

“What are you laughing about? You just ate all of old mans pork for the day!! That last bowl is mine, believe it!” Once again you laugh in his face because you just can’t help yourself. Probably end up fist fighting eachother on the spot. Neither of you win because one of you ends up smashing into the bowl, sending it flying right at the old man. He kicks you both out, right after you pay your tab of course.

This arises a competition of who will eat all the miso pork ramen first, it goes on for a good few months. Ichirakus is swimming in your money now. Until one day, when you two arrive at Ichirakus at the same time. You basically have a show down. Unfortunately both your wallets are cleaned out and you can’t even pay off your bills anymore so you’re now indebted to the ramen place.

Narutos mission money won’t even cut it anymore and you can’t pay your debt off either. So you both have to get a job doing Ichirakus dishes until you can pay your debt off.

At first you two wanna strangle each other everytime youre in each others line of sight. But slowly — veryyyy slowly, you start to bond over your love for ramen. Like you can probably sniff the bowls before you clean them and tell instantly what ramen was eaten out of it.

You discover you both have the same favourite instant ramen, the same favourite Ichirakus order, etc... Then before you know it you actually start dating. Nobody knows how it happened because you were rivals for a good couple of months, but now all the sudden your holding hands while and eating ramen together peacefully. Mind blown.

Hidan

You’re a brand new Akatsuki member and you’re cute. Really cute. Not only was Deidara drooling over you too, Kakuzu just asked to file your taxes. Do you even do taxes? You’re a rouge ninja. Anyways, Hidan is so sure that Jashin would love to have you.

You two start taking to eachother and actually getting along pretty well, until he mentions Jashin. You shut him down so quickly after that. Like you’re not interested in his fake God, no matter how cute he is.

From then on he tries to ignore you or is just super petty towards you all the time. Like you just got back from a failed mission with your Akatsuki partner and he’s at the hideout mocking you like “if you prayed to Jashin with me this wouldn’t have happened.”

Literally so fucking petty.

Anytime you suggest an idea to the Akatsuki he immediately tears it down. It doesn’t really matter when he does though because nobody really listens to Hidan anyways, it’s just annoying.

You two get put on a mission together one day because Kakuzu has some important money buisness to take care of. Hidans so pissy about it, “oh come on! Out of everybody you picked y/n? She doesn’t even respect my religion, how are we supposed to work together!?” Kakuzu just looks at him and is like “Hidan, I don’t care about Jashin either.”

Butthurt the whole journey. If you guys get bombarded or run into trouble he probably doesn’t even bother backing you up. If anything he tries to feed you to them LMFAOOO. Such a jerk.

Then, once he thinks that all the bad guys are gone he turns to you all confidently because you got your ass whooped and he’s like “see, I bet if you prayed to Jashin you wouldn’t be injured this bad-“

An enemy just stabbed him right through the chest and he watches the look of shock on your face. That’s when he gets an idea. He falls on the floor super fucking dramatically and you have to take the last guy down for him.

Then you kneel next to him and cradle his body because yes he was such a petty bitch but he actually started to grow on you. So you cry and in this distressed moment you probably even attempted to pray to Jashin because you’re desperate as fuck.

This bitch really makes his eyes flutter open and is like; “y/n?” Really fucking plays off that he was unconscious, “Jashin... Jashin saved me.”

Your ass just got clowned but I mean you believe it because like he just got stabbed right through the heart. Even immortal people should die if they were stabbed in the heart, right? It seemed like it was the case.

So yah he basically just emotionally manipulated you into being semi interested in his religion.

Then he stops being petty with you and probably asks you to sleep with him as an offering to Jashin. “It’s only fitting! He just saved my life afterall.”

Literal definition of a sleeze bag <3

#naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #hidan x reader #kankuro #hidan headcanons #anime headcanons

[sunflowerhae]

Linger

Episode• 5/8

Mobile Masterlist •

☾ ✎

Authors note• damnnn damn

Warnings• Um, well. Ig, language, mentions of death, mentions of broken nose, Jaemin calls someone a lot of names and says they’re not pretty a lot. Be warned 🥺😔

Songs• one of these nights - Red Velvet/ turning page - sleeping at last/ flowers in December - mazzy star/ linger - the cranberries

•you had been sitting on your porch for an hour

•in a pink dress

•with your hair curled

•and flowers on your heals

•and you were struggling to hold back the tears

•okay backtrack

•it was a Friday

•prom day

•Jaemin had mumbled a week before in your ear while to two were sitting in the library if you wanted to go to prom with him

•it made you laugh

•ofc u said yes

•it was Friday

•and Jaemin was acting so fucking weird today

•he was very clingy

•he refused to let go of your hand unless he absolutely had to

•and he spent like all of lunch just

•staring at you

•the rest of the dreamies we’re acting weird too

•after lunch, they all took their time in hugging you, Miri, and Yerim, really tightly

•even Jisung and Renjun, who hated that shit

•and Jaemin said he couldn’t hang out after school today

•which you got

•you just made sure he knew what time to get you

•and he barely looked at your during that conversation

•and before you two left each other for the day

•he kept asking you to tell him you loved him

•and you had to ask him if he was okay

•and he didn’t say anything

•he just kissed you and walked away

•you knew something was really wrong

•bc he didn’t say he loved you

•but you tried not to dilly dally over it

•he would tell you what was wrong in his own time

•you trusted him

•you were a lil worried tho

•no one was answering your texts except for Yerim and Miri

•none of the dreamies were answering

•they weren’t answering your texts, your calls, or any messages left in the gc

•but they were leaving you on read

•Jaemin wasn’t even reading your messages

•your own bf left you on delivered

•you figured you would ask him when he came and picked you up

•10 minutes late (that’s fine, normal)

•15 minutes late (still, probably didn’t know how to put on his tie. that made you laugh)

•30 minutes late (ok, care troubles, must be)

•45 minutes late (he should have at least called something)

•he was an hour late (jaemin...)

•why?

•you called Yerim, who had been Jeno’s date, and asked her if she had seen Jaemin

•unfortunately, she had

•he was at the prom

•with the dreamies

•Yerim told you Miri was on her way to pick you up

•but you didn’t even want to go at that point

•what was happening?

•maybe he forgot?

•so you finally arrived at the prom

•and what you saw made you actually want to hurl

•Jaemin was there alright

•kissing Cynthia

•from the volleyball team

•in the middle of the dance floor

•with all of the dreamies around them, dancing too

•Jeno saw you come in

•he motioned to hyuck

•who told mark

•who got the attention of Renjun

•who slapped Jisungs arm

•who yelled in chenles ear what was happening

•who then basically yelled it to Jaemin, and the whole senior class

•it was like something out of a movie

•a sea of kids parted

•and there was a straight walk from jaemin to you

•or better yet, from you to Jaemin

•because it was you who moved

•Linger by The Cranberries was playing in the background

•this was the first song you had ever shown Jaemin

•the first song you and Jaemin danced to, in your bedroom

•the first song you two officially made out to, in his car, overlooking your shared spot above the city

•it was you and Jaemins song

•and you thought maybe

•maybe Jaemin would apologize

•make an excuse

•but he looked so cold

•so emotionless

•as he looked at you

•inside Jaemins head

•there was a lot going on

•before he left Jeno’s house towards the prom

•he drank

•a lot

•he definitely didn’t want to remember this night

•so he was feeling a lil drunk

•he locked eyes with all the people that expected him to go through with this bet

•all the people (his friends) that expected him not to

•and the one girl he’s ever loved

•she looked so lost

•and Jaemin wanted nothing more than to break away from Cynthias tight grip on his arm, and hug you, and kiss you, and whisper that he was sorry sorry sorry so sorry

•but he was afraid

•Na Jaemin was a coward

•and he was once more, afraid of losing his reputation

•and suddenly,

•it all threw itself at him

•the harsh world he was brought into,

•the pressure he was under

•it all came and swallowed him whole

•and you were his insecurities new target

•all he saw was red

•”Jaemin? What’s going on?”

•he laughs, but it doesn’t sound sincere. It’s cold, lifeless

•”wow, I always knew you were stupid, But I didn’t think you were that idiotic”

•your blood ran cold

•from the corner of your eye, you can see Jisung turn and look the other way, and Miri and Yerim looking on in absolute horror. Yerim let her arms almost fall from Jeno’s embrace, but he held her tightly, afraid of losing her.

•”what?” You looked so lost, like a little lamb that lost their mother in the woods

•if you were the lamb, Jaemin was the wolf

•”I mean, honestly, did you really think I could like a girl like you?”

•you don’t say anything, too much in shock

•”you are a nobody, and you never will be. I know you thought dating someone like me would suddenly make people like you, but new flash y/n, no one does. I can’t believe I had to fucking date you for 7 months. All you do is whine and complain, you’re so fucking annoying. And no wonder I had to start talking to you after mark tutored you; what with you being so fucking stupid. I think it’s so funny how much you tried, when no one really cared. No one cares about ugly girls that put on ugly dresses to try and be more beautiful when nothing will fix the way you are. No one will ever love you y/n, I certainly didn’t-“

•Jeno had heard enough.

•”Jaemin I think she gets it” he puts a hand on Jaemins chest, but Jaemin just pushes it off, and take a step towards you. He really never knew when to stop

•”what, does that make you cry? Knowing that everytime I said I loved you, I was lying? I never loved you y/n. Never. How could anyone ever love a useless bitch like yourself-“

•”Jaemin, stop, look at the poor girl” hyuck finally stepped in and started whispering in Jaemins ear

•it’s true, you were sobbing so much that your pretty makeup was ruined, and you couldn’t even lift your eyes off the floor.

•”oh, why do you care? You act like you weren’t in on the bet this whole time. All of us were. We all knew this was going to happen, because none of us like you y/n. You know, we used to sit there and laugh about how gullible you were. I’m surprised you even have friends. We certainly weren’t your friends. I bet not even Yerim or Miri really like you. They’re actually cool; beautiful. You’re like the ugly duckling that tags along bc you have no where else to turn. Ugly inside and out.”

•”what bet.”

•honestly, everyone was surprised that you talked.

•Jaemin certainly was. He really didn’t want to say anything more, but he couldn’t stop. It’s like he didn’t have an off switch.

•he just laughed at your face

•”remember last night? At my house? I took your puney little virginity. I got bet 8 months ago that I couldn’t take your virginity the night before prom, and then dump your sorry ass in front of everyone. Well look everyone! I win!” He laughed out, all of his stupid jock friends laughing with him.

•he was telling the truth, he took your virginity last night.

•he insisted it was because he wanted you two to be closer on prom night

•you really did feel stupid

•and disgusting

•like you needed a shower

•”and honestly, the worst part was that you weren’t even good. I mean it’d be okay if you were pretty, but look at you!”

•and finally, As Jaemins final act,

•he slipped the anniversary present you gave him off of his left wrist,

•and threw it at your face

•it hit you square in the chest,

•and slid down to floor

•you stayed and looked at it for abt 3 seconds

•but honestly

•you had heard , and seen, enough.

•you didn’t even look at Jaemin, you just turned and ran out of the gym

•everyone started cheering, all the popular people laughing and whooping

•Jaemin just stood there, staring at your retreating figure

•his heart was beating out of his chest

•but someone just handed him a cup full of spiked punch, and he downed it, and pulled Cynthia in for a kiss

•trying to block out the sound of his heartbreaking into millions of pieces

•Yerim and Miri ran out after you, and Jeno and mark followed, while Renjun took Chenle and Jisung - who were sobbing at this point - and dragged them out

•and hyuck just disgustingly stood and stared at Jaemin

•and he pulled Jaemin into him

•and said

•”you’re right, Jaemin. You won. Congrats”

•before shaking his head and running out after everyone

•outside, you were trying S U P E R hard not to have a panic attack

•it was a lie, all of it

•you should have known

•you should have seen that getting involved with the 7 most popular boys in school would ruin you

•Jaemin was right, you were so so stupid

•you heard footsteps behind you, and when you saw all of your friends (minus Jaemin, obviously), you couldn’t help but cry more

•Yerim and Miri slowly walked towards you, and you pulled them both in for a hug, sobbing onto their shoulders

•from behind them, you saw Jeno reach out for you, and softly call your name

•you sucked in a deep breathe

•they knew

•”you knew.”

•the only one that wasn’t crying at this point was renjun, but he looked damn near tears.

•”I’m not going to lie to you y/n, yeah we did-“

•”that’s contradictory. You have been lying to me for 8 months.”

•you didn’t even sound mad, just broken.

•which was honestly worse

•you just shook your head at them, and started walking towards Miri’s car, hoping she could take you home.

•”Jeno.”

•Yerim sounded betrayed as she whispered her boyfriends name

•”how could you?”

•”did you all just see us as idiots?” Miri chimed in

•no one said anything.

•like idiots

•Miri shook her head, and if looks could kill, 6/7 of the dreamies would be killed on the spot.

•”don’t you ever come near us again.” Was the last thing she said, before wrapping her hands around Yerim, and pulling her towards her car.

•Jaemin chose the P E R F E C T time to come out

•the events went as such:

•newly dumped Jaemin walks outside

•newly dumped Jeno locks eyes with new dumped Jaemin

•newly dumped Jeno sees red

•new dumped Jaemin gets a broken nose

•5/7 dreamies retreat

•mark drives Jaemin home

•Jaemin sits on his porch for three hours, not crying, but thinking about everything that happened that night

•Jaemin finally calms down enough to realize wtf happened

•Jaemin immediately wants to die

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[punkscowardschampions]

Zelda & Zach

ihatemyguts: Good thing you told me how bubble boy posi Robyn’s ‘rents are

ihatemyguts: ‘cos that felt like such a brush-off

ihatemyguts: I feel kinda bad, it’s low-key just upset her with no shopping trip pay-off 😬

inandout: your first date was today

inandout: the insane jealousy must have forced me to forget

ihatemyguts: Obviously

ihatemyguts: moping and staring out of open windows would be bad for your health

ihatemyguts: probably

ihatemyguts: can’t have that

inandout: mope hard enough and fling myself all over the house, they’ll call it exercise

ihatemyguts: I’d let Rob know but her parents would probably sue me

ihatemyguts: I did some research

ihatemyguts: and yeah, flare-ups fucking suck, but if she was struggling that bad rn she’d be in hospital getting her 💉 on

ihatemyguts: makes me ⁉️ if the meetup will happen

inandout: makes me wonder if her brothers are allowed out

inandout: if they are maybe they can help us smuggle her to the meetup

ihatemyguts: not just a pretty face

ihatemyguts: that’s a damn good idea

ihatemyguts: I can slide in their DMs

inandout: Cranking up the jealousy metre to give me a full work out, I see, are you gonna be a PE teacher when you grow up?

ihatemyguts: *prays they aren’t like 12*

ihatemyguts: imagine if that was my life’s ambition

ihatemyguts: wear unflattering sportswear and give kids complexes

ihatemyguts: even without the potential life-shortening illness, I’d reconsider that

inandout: it tracks that you’d wanna make them 💩 and bringing back the bleep test could work

ihatemyguts: okay I’m not 🦹‍♀️ or 🐯 levels of sweet but is that what you really think of me? 😏

inandout: I think there’s only one rebel teacher coming to mind and I haven’t watched that film so all I know is they stand on desks

inandout: probably not a perfect fit for you

ihatemyguts: I could force you to watch it for our first date

ihatemyguts: and ask you, what your dream job would be

inandout: Netflix and chill or cinema screening of the ‘classics’?

inandout: we could do a drive-thru

ihatemyguts: hmm 🤔

ihatemyguts: there are pluses to ‘em all

ihatemyguts: cinema, we could laugh at all the snobs and 🤓s

inandout: Cool, reach out to me with the time + date when it’s showing

inandout: Are you allowed 🍿?

ihatemyguts: oh hell no

ihatemyguts: have to find another way to hold my hand

inandout: 🦸‍♀️ said she was gonna look up ice breakers and stuff, hopefully it was a fruitful search and she won’t mind sharing the info

ihatemyguts: do you think she legit didn’t realize how thirsty that boy was for her

ihatemyguts: or is it all uwu coy-ness

inandout: It’s hard to tell

inandout: but if I remember my glasses I’ll do my best to decode her body language from 6 ft away

ihatemyguts: aside from hospital, have you ever met someone else with cf?

inandout: Nope

inandout: jokes aside, it really is discouraged

ihatemyguts: that’s a hard one to get your head around

ihatemyguts: far as adjustments go

inandout: getting Robbie at this meetup won’t be easy

inandout: separate ones mean we might not have her there

ihatemyguts: I reckon we can trust you and Kara to keep the teen love story fictional

ihatemyguts: for all our sake’s

inandout: She’ll get her man

inandout: it’s not like bad advice and dating pitfalls are just a click away

ihatemyguts: cosmos never steered ANYONE wrong

inandout: Yahoo answers neither

ihatemyguts: might be confused as to why they’re not related

inandout: [I like to think he’s just sending his fave yahoo answer answers now for the lols]

ihatemyguts: [meme back and forth lads]

ihatemyguts: if she gets her date we could go into the matchmaker business

ihatemyguts: start at home

ihatemyguts: 🤖 don’t last forever

inandout: Rob’ll need to be next or she won’t forgive us

inandout: and we’ll soon get tired/guilty of seeing the amount of 😿💔 spam the chat

ihatemyguts: we’ll have to liberate her first

ihatemyguts: in a literal way

ihatemyguts: not the pretentious, free your 🧠 type of vibe

inandout: Kidnap’s playing into her parents’ fears but we don’t have a better option

ihatemyguts: now it’s my turn for a potential 💡

ihatemyguts: what if that is exactly what she should do

inandout: jump scare them?

ihatemyguts: if she did some actual wild shit to show them they’re being suffocating, ‘scuse the mention, then they’ll have to compromise and let her do normal kid things and everyone will win

ihatemyguts: I realize getting her to wild out might be a problem

ihatemyguts: catfish it though?

inandout: 💡⭐️

inandout: getting her to agree to do it for real would take longer than we have but you’re right, faking it wouldn’t take any time at all

ihatemyguts: get Lauren to picture whatever the hell she’s up to

ihatemyguts: sorted

inandout: + there’s your next photo challenge ready to be accepted, dressing as if you were going on a date with 👵🌈✨ instead

ihatemyguts: hold my neon

ihatemyguts: and think, do we clue Rob in on this plan now or do it on her behalf first, ‘cos we could hit up her house phone with some madness to get ‘em sus now and when she’s like wuuuuut it’ll sound even more

ihatemyguts: or is that a bit evil genius instead of 🦹‍♀️

inandout: Does she even have a house phone? We don’t

inandout: you’ll have to find another way to trick my parents into believing I’m a badass

ihatemyguts: I bet they do

ihatemyguts: can’t trust a mobile

ihatemyguts: and I bet they don’t have a microwave, they’re that sort

ihatemyguts: obvs I’ll just direct them to Lauren on your friends list with a 🤔

inandout: We should probably warn her, in case she takes it the wrong way

inandout: or decides to stand up to them for her YA movie moment

ihatemyguts: yeah, you’re right

ihatemyguts: if she doesn’t go for it, her brothers might be of use still

ihatemyguts: have to focus my evil energy elsewhere

ihatemyguts: such as…

ihatemyguts: 🥁

ihatemyguts: [one of the crazier lewks from babyteeth for the photo challenge]

inandout: 🤞🏻 one of them is old enough to drive the people carrier

inandout: Uhh… that was a suspiciously fast transformation

ihatemyguts: didn’t know you was challenging a pro?

ihatemyguts: and someone with a lot of time on her hands

inandout: I do now

inandout: and I’m guessing it’s not every day you get stood up based on what else I know about you

ihatemyguts: it’s a first

ihatemyguts: not that I constantly ask people out

ihatemyguts: but that is what I’ve put across so fair enough

ihatemyguts: what am I interrupting for you?

inandout: I’m waiting on friends

inandout: this could end in both of us being stood up

ihatemyguts: am I a drag you down with me type?

ihatemyguts: hmm

ihatemyguts: nah, I’ll cross my fingers that your friends aren’t flaky

inandout: Late, but I’d be too if it wasn’t my house

inandout: What are you gonna do now shopping’s off?

ihatemyguts: life is one big photo challenge, right

ihatemyguts: yours is ‘whatever will make your friends double-take when they open the door’

ihatemyguts: it’s a good question

ihatemyguts: we’re going to virtual shop tomorrow but she wasn’t up for it today

inandout: Wait for it and their faces

inandout: + you’re virtually invited to watch movies and play games, you won’t be the only one who isn’t here in person

ihatemyguts: 👍

ihatemyguts: cool

ihatemyguts: meeting new people is my new thing, as long as your mates are down/not the level of nerd that they might get a nosebleed if a girl is about

inandout: Some of them are girls if that helps

inandout: and my brother won’t be there to bring down the cool

ihatemyguts: low-key a shame

ihatemyguts: have to meet him before the first date though

inandout: I’ve got a father you can ask for permission if you’re feeling old-fashioned

ihatemyguts: full set

ihatemyguts: fun

ihatemyguts: mines in scotland so we’ll let you off that trek

inandout: But a road trip is a coming of age movie staple! 😫 Has Netflix aired any YA without one + are you willing to take that risk?

inandout: mine’s a workaholic but we’ve got years to catch him

ihatemyguts: forget the meds, see who gets fucked up first

ihatemyguts: it’d be a journey, for sure

ihatemyguts: do you know what he does? ‘cos so’s mine and I couldn’t tell you, tbh

inandout: Or mix them up and see what happens when you take the ones for my 💩

inandout: He’s a sales manager, he says, but why so vague?

ihatemyguts: sounds like something they’d do at cool parties

ihatemyguts: and that sounds suspish

ihatemyguts: they should have this 🤓 but with a moustache instead of the buckteeth

ihatemyguts: dads are elusive creatures… conspiracy time, what are they all up to

inandout: Not sure that’s the topic Rich has been watching vids on but I’ll ask

ihatemyguts: he can always tactfully ignore you if he’s 😳

ihatemyguts: like he does with 👵🌈✨ when she’s extra

ihatemyguts: more than usual

inandout: Be harder to do that in person

ihatemyguts: I think everyone will still get on

ihatemyguts: unless fibrofog shows, then that’ll be teen show worthy drama, of course

inandout: I think he’s genuinely blocked, he’d need a 2nd account to find out about it

ihatemyguts: hope he’s seen catfish too

inandout: He’d be a fan of the one where the man refused to believe it wasn’t Katy Perry

ihatemyguts: it does seem like the sort of thing she’d do

ihatemyguts: poor bastard

inandout: 😂

ihatemyguts: ultimate photo challenge, catfishing everyone and then going for the ruveal

ihatemyguts: might need more than just a wig 🤔😏

inandout: Dressing like her would make my friends do a double-take

inandout: [pics of some of her outrageous lewks with his head put on]

ihatemyguts: 😂😂😂

ihatemyguts: you suit the 🍦🧁🍭🍩✨

inandout: We’ve probably got a can of squirty cream lying around for hot chocolate

ihatemyguts: inhaler but make it ~sExxxIii~

inandout: [a lil video of his failed attempt to re-create that in her insta DMs or wherever because idk if they can send stuff like that here]

ihatemyguts: Katy dat you 😍😍

inandout: I’ve agreed to only string you along for 4 years not 6 and I don’t have any savings to spend 25% of on a 💍

inandout: looks like the comparison starts and stops with our black curls

ihatemyguts: not much of an orlando bloom clone myself so it’s alright

ihatemyguts: pirate is always an excellent disabled-friendly costume though so add that to the ideas board we should start

inandout: If we decide the next meetup is fancy dress, Lauren will never go back home

ihatemyguts: that’s the mood

inandout: [sends her whatever he did for the photo challenge and his friends reaction to it because why not say they’ve arrived and there’s a similar feral mood here]

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bear

@star-spangled-man-with-a-plan suggested I take this request, and I can never ever deny myself some Bucky fluff. I’m on mobile so unfortunately I can’t do a read more break - I’ll edit it in later. Hope you enjoy!! @psittagaka

“You’re telling me you’ve never been?”

You couldn’t hide the pink flush to your cheeks. “Never.”

“Then we’re going,” Steve concluded. “And you’re not backing out on this.”

The next day, the Captain himself announced there would be a so-called team building experience with required attendance.

“Team building other than shooting bullets at weird ass aliens?” Sam quipped. “I’m down.”

“And since this is a SHIELD required event,” Steve continued, his intent gaze never leaving you at your spot near the back of the room. “Y/N will be joining us so she can verify the activities were completed.”

The scents of cotton candy and popcorn filled your nose on arrival to the fair - a semi annual event nearby that allowed space to reconnect with your own humanity playing silly games and binging fried, sugary food.

Not to mention the opportunity to reconnect with a certain super soldier.

You kept to yourself on the trip over, but once you entered through the brightly colored banner, you had Natasha and Bucky at your side.

“So Barnes seems to think he’s going to win you a giant stuffed teddy bear, but I think he’s full of shit,” Natasha smirked. “I’m winning you a giant stuffed teddy bear.”

“Like hell you are.” Bucky challenged, tugging at you where he had threaded his prosthetic arm with your soft one.

Natasha extended her stride, releasing her hold on you while strutting in front of the two of you. “You’ll have to beat me to the balloon stall, then.”

Bucky’s smirk grew into a full grin before turning to you. He leaned in close, breath hot against your ear. “That bear is yours, darlin’, and I’m gonna get it for you.”

He had rushed off in pursuit and left you to deal with the overwhelming sensations of more than just your chaotic environment. You intended on telling Bucky about your feelings for him eventually when you felt the time was right, and Steve had been obsessed with finding the right moment for you once he had discovered your affection via misplaced text messages.

“I took the liberty of getting you refreshments,” Steve smiled, offering a tall, tie-dyed plastic cup as long as your forearm. By the scent of it, it had to be a pina colada. “No alcohol, of course. This isn’t too much all at once, is it?”

You shook your head as you took a sip from the oversized bendy straw. “No, I’m fine. It’s a lot to take in.”

Sure, you’d been to a fair before but never one as large as this one. It could’ve been a theme park on its own. People packed in lines, tossing change at vendors for another round of wooden horse races and refills on Italian ice. Music blared through old speakers, often drowning out the sellers trying to vie for potential consumers’ attention.

Your curious gaze began to drop as you noticed a group of men leering at you and laughing amongst themselves. It was irrational, you wagered once the hurt set in, that they would be talking about you. Being plus sized did draw some amount of attention especially at a venue where food was involved, but that didn’t mean they were mocking you. You shook it off and gulped down more of the frozen drink.

“Have you told him yet?”

“Steve, we just got here,” you whined. “Besides he ran off with Nat to the shooting gallery.”

“So what are we doing here? C’mon, I want to see this,” he laughed, placing a hand at the small of your back to urge you along the right path. You both weaves through the crowd with minimal obstacles until a woman shoulder-checked you roughly. She scoffed, rolled her eyes and muttered something ugly as she shuffled away with her two children.

“Manners,” you said gently to Steve whose fist had balled where his hand rested against you. “She’s probably just overheated and exhausted. Her kids look like they might have another few hours of a sugar rush left in them.”

“Doesn’t make it okay to treat anybody like that,” he countered, glaring behind the two of you over his shoulder. “We’re almost there anyway.”

A crowd had gathered at the red and white striped booth where Natasha and Bucky had nearly exhausted the vendor’s nerves. By the looks of the poor duck paddles, they’d already done some damage to his game.

The audience didn’t seem to mind the show between the two assassins. Both earned cheers for every victory, and the children watching were picking their favorite of the two based on who passed the winning prizes (that definitely were not the large bear hanging from the far corner of the booth) to them.

After the current round, people were chattering about who had the best shot of the match when Bucky looked over his shoulder and smiled upon seeing you. He gave you a wink then passed on a few quarters for another round.

“Alright, winner takes all: last round,” the lean man called, resetting the targets. Everyone counted down from three before Natasha and Bucky began shooting as soon as objects appeared in their field of vision. It all happened so fast you almost didn’t realize the match had ended.

The vendor assessed the shots, then turned to proclaim the winner.

“Congratulations, sir, on your life sized teddy bear,” he called out, eating up the mixed reaction from the crowd. “That was the most impressive competition I’ve ever seen.”

“I handed that to you, Barnes,” Natasha teased, lightly punching his shoulder. “He needs to repaint that hunter so he doesn’t look so duckish.”

Bucky smiled wide and tucked a tuft of hair behind his ear. “You keep tellin’ yourself that, Natasha.”

You couldn’t help but grin - it’d been too long since you’d seen him so relaxed and happy, if you ever had. He deserved this, the whole team did.

“Darlin’!” Bucky called, jogging over through the crowd to you. “Told you I’d get you the bear.”

“You most definitely did,” you laughed, piling the soft monstrosity onto your shoulder and hips. Someone nearby, you couldn’t place who, commented a little too loudly that the bear was almost as big as you and chipped at your smile.

You did want to tell Bucky. You really did. But what if he didn’t feel the same way?

“Come on,” he said, a hand at the curve of your waist, “I want to take a victory lap around this place with you.”

You obliged, all too happy for the distraction. The two of you paired off from your friends, matching your pace and strides together.

“Buck, could...can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” He squeezed at your hip, and you wanted to run away from the retching pull in your stomach.

“I really appreciate the bear and all, but I have a confession to make.” He didn’t respond more than an expectant look, so you continued. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, and I feel like I’m going to pass out or puke or maybe both if I don’t tell you, and-“

“I know,” he grins, almost laughing. “If I didn’t feel the same way, do you think I’d have bet Nat I could get that bear for you? I mean, the kids were cute, but I have my priorities.”

#my fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes drabble

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this is an oc masterpost of all my haf-formed ocs languishing on pinterest with their messy aesthetics and unedited blurbs, in roughly chronological order of their creation, plus sorted by fandom. this post is only asoiaf, harry potter, hunger games, and riverdale, cos i have tooooooo many original characters otherwise and the post was getting incredibly long. (note that i love my ocs but these one’s are not polished or even the final versions of their characters, i just wanted to post them lol)

under a read more, if you’re on mobile start scrolling i guess, sorry,,,

Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire:

Laeya Targeryen: (child of Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen, born 280 AC - three years older than Danaerys) 

Fearful of her impending marriage, Laeya is eleven when she takes her younger sister and flees across the sea to Dorne, hiding herself and Dany with dyed hair and badly controlled magic. As Leia and Dani Sand they learn to live normally. At 15 Leia joins the Royal Guard and secures Dany work as a tailor's apprentice. When she is 17, an assassin tries to kill her in front of the Dornish court and everything changes...

- so laeya straight up has magic, which im considering an extension of the dragon thing dany has - she can control flame and for the disguise uses her ‘inner fire’ to make her eyes white-blue like super hot flames, cos the purple eyes are super distinctive. and then she’s discovered and suddenly politics are happening. honestly she’s entirely a way for me to remove the child marriage bits of the targaryen storyline (stop marrying off your twelve-year-old baby sister viserys u asshole) - in terms of meta/basics, laeya doesn’t have a fc cos most of my early ocs don’t, and bcs i picture her as emilia clarke with faked dark hair and blue eyes lol

and a quick aesthetic below:

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Kyrra Snow: (child of Robert Baratheon and Maery Snow, birthdate ???)

Kyrra Snow is the eldest natural-born child of Robert Baratheon, current King of Westeros, and daughter of Maery Snow, a Southron (but Northern-born) merchant woman. After her mother realises Kyrra was growing up a little too much like her father in looks and needed to leave the far South before she caught the wrong sort of attention, Kyrra was sent off to travel with her aunt and cousins. She is 17 and heading further north, to Winter Town, when Jon Arryn dies.

- kyrra’s another child of everyone’s favourite asshole king, and she’s got a lot of people after her head, but she just wants to travel and continue her work as a simple peddler. (riiip poor girl) honestly she’s not that developed but yolo -

aes:

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Brynn Stark: (child of Catelyn and Eddard Stark, Robb’s twin sister)  

Brynn believes in honour and family, and she is loyal to Winterfell and the North above all else. Likes - archery, embroidery and weaving. Betrothed to [some young Northern lord] to keep the bonds between the Norther families strong.

-i basically made brynn as a contrast to sansa’s pro-southnness and excessive femininity and arya’s anger and desire for swords (relatable mood tho lmao). so brynn is here to mediate, extoll the virtues of both needlework and weapons, make a decent marriage to someone she likes, if not loves, and hold down the fort in the North while shit gets increasingly messier in the South. and a possible faceclaim is Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey - 

aes:

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Rosienne Lannister: (child of Joanna and Tywin Lannister, born 273 AC)

Rose is looked at by the realm with dismissal, a consolation prize for her father, a spare daughter only useful for matchmaking, but at least able-bodied and pretty, unlike her brother. After a long betrothal, Rose is married to Willas Tyrell at the age of eighteen, cementing her role as the next Lady of High Garden...

- Rosie/Rose is a bonus Lannister, bcs why not. likes cyvasse and the harp, soft and kind and maternal, powerful in her own way. originally she was from a minor divergence where joanna survives tyrion’s birth and goes on to have another kid, but not sure if i’ll keep that aspect, so for now she’s tyrion’s twin -

and her aes (yes that quote is cropped, no i don’t care rn):

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honourable mentions to my other got underdeveloped got/asoiaf ocs who need more effort before i post properly about them:

Tamlen Storm, a rookery apprentice (working for the Maester of House Tully, managing the ravens) who may or may not be a reincarnated si-oc trying to save westeros, 

and an unnamed northern huntress who stumbled into the plot somehow and wants her normal life back (entirely inspired by Keira Knightley as Gwyn in Princess of Thieves, when she’s doing archery stuff and looking v butch).

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Harry Potter:

Taurus ‘Ara’ Lestrange:  (child of Bellatrix and Roldolphous Lestrange, born 1978) 

Raised by the Goblins after a legal mix-up following her parents' imprisonment in Azkaban, Taurus is good with a sword and aiming to be the next Minister of Magic. She attends Hogwarts with the other magical kids her age, under the fake identity Ara Burke, unknown cousin of a minor half-blood family. When the Potter brat’s drama starts destroying her change at an education just as her fourth year, her OWL prep year, begins, Ara intervenes.

- im tangentially aware that as bellatrix’s kid she’s almost occupying the place of whats-her-name from the cursed child, but considering that i know nothing about the cursed child and don’t care about it anyway, i have elected to ignore this. her actual parent might turn out to be some smitten half-blood from a minor branch of the Greengrass family, or it might actually be Rodolphous, who knows. slightly inspired by the fic ‘Harry Crow’ (by robst on ff.net) where harry is raised by the goblins -

messy aes:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valerian Potter: (child of Lily and James Potter, born 1980)

After the Potter twins’ parents are murdered by Voldemort, they’re dumped on the doorstep of Number 4, Privet Drive. Dealing with two traumatised magical orphans, Petunia and Vernon Dursley turn to violence and neglect to stay in control, acting far more harshly than expected. With the arrival of two Hogwarts letters, life gets complicated incredibly quickly. (Self-sufficient and scarred from abuse, Val and Harry are immediately Sorted into Slytherin). 

- val’s fic is basically an angst fest, okay,,, -

aes:

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and shout-outs to: holly addison potter, a half-baked reincarnation si-oc (i love that concept a lot, can u tell) and my fav girl thea dursley, who already has her own fic and so isn’t getting a proper spot in this post 

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The Hunger Games:

Asher: (District Two, age 18) 

[rip no blurb for asher]

-asher is a career from two, who wins the 70th games. mostly im focusing on her recovery and how the games function in two, with training volunteers and mentoring and collecting sponsors, plus eventually the rebellion. lots of the D2 headcanon i have is inspired by @/lorata but i defintely made a distinct effort to have my own stuff, cos where’s the fun in plagiarism -

aes for Asher’s Games:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Rowan Everdeen: (District Twelve, age 19)

Rowan will do anything to protect her family. This extends to going to Head Peacekeeper Cray on a cold winters night, charging the most she can get for her virginity.  It extends to Reaping Day, when she steps out in front of the crowd and says “I volunteer as tribute” in the steadiest voice she can muster.  It extends to clawing her way out of the Arena, bloody and exhausted, with blades in her hands and violence kept tucked behind her teeth. It extends further, to a simple ‘Yes, President Snow’ when he coldly, carefully implies her family might meet with an accident if she doesn’t play the good little Victor (and fuck the people who pay the Capitol for her company). It extends to joining the Rebellion, to looking President Coin directly in the eye and agreeing to be a Mockingjay, a symbol for the people to rally around.

- another everdeen kiddo! as the big sister, rowan volunteers for prim, and goes through the Games - she’s a healer and a hunter, and a decent enough actor that she can manage interviews and a camera presence, unlike katniss. rowan also pairs well with a minor au i have, where the reapings are spaced out over a week and official training is a longer, giving the capitol a nice, long buildup to get excited and place bets, etc., and giving the poor, underfed tributes from the outer districts a better chance, which makes for more interesting television and better Games -

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Adrasteia Crane: (The Capitol, age 28) Unlike her big brother, Adrasteia doesn’t want to be a Gamemaker. Instead, she wants to create clothes, artwork, to enrapture the Capitol. She wants to be a Games stylist. After years of design school, of working her way up the ranks, first a PA’s assistant, and then fetching and carrying for Twelve’s prep team, and then eventually on a prep team for the dull tributes from Six, Adrasteia Crane finally has what she wants - the position of stylist for District Three’s male tribute in 74th Hunger Games. 

- tbh adrasteia is only seneca crane’s sister because i couldn’t think of a suitable last name for her lmao. i think i’d actually prefer her to be unattached to any major canon players. however, his death is a good motivation for her to join the rebellion, so we’ll see. she’s got a bit of the capitol fashion thing going too, with soft pink hair and diamond-effect skin on her face and shoulders -

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also bonus hunger games content: another oc, Sarsaparilla Verran, from District Eleven, fifteen and alone when she goes into the Games. An orphan, her siblings lost to the Community Home system years ago, her relatives dead or uncaring. So, Rilla is a wee lonely bab tbh. she did not want this, unlike most of my other hg ocs, and she’s not excited for weeks of murder. she just wants her family back, but since that isn’t possible, she’ll build a new family instead. and uuhhhhh,  spoiler alert, she dies before she can have this ://///

and my hunger games aus - a canon divergence where katniss joins the careers instead of peeta, her desire to go home to her family outweighing her reactive hate for the concept of training/volunteering to kill other teens, and a fem!Haymitch au where she’s a little wiser to the dark side of the capitol before she commits acts of rebellion (she still rebels anyway tho, just smarter).

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Riverdale:

Cat Cooper: (middle child of Alice and Hal Cooper) Cat Cooper (17) is the black sheep of the Cooper family. Her piercings, brightly dyed hair and connections to the Southside Serpents make her the odd one out among her sisters and constantly at odds with Alice Cooper. Cat’s life is occupied with her Serpent friends, work at a local coffee shop, and training - martial arts, supplemented with cross country, gymnastics and swimming. Until her older sister is shipped off to places unknown and her baby sister starts getting caught up in murder investigation with the absent Serpent heir... 

- haven’t decided between Catelyn or Catherine for Cat’s full name lmao. she used to be Kit, actually, but I changed it cos i prefer Kit to solely be my divergent oc (kit serafim). Cat is an ADHD disaster who loves her sisters and her friends and wants to get the hell out of Riverdale on a sports scholarship (she does either boxing or karate mainly, need to figure that bit out) -

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Georgie Andrews: (child of Mary and Fred Andrews)

Georgie likes soft drinks, cheerleading, and hanging out with the Blossom twins and Polly Cooper, their closest friends and a welcome distraction from their own problems. After Polly and Jason vanish, Georgie’s support system is almost gone, and they has to deal with everything they’ve been bottling up, just in time for Fred Andrews to get shot.

- also just angst ngl.  so georgie’s gender is basically ???, they enjoy cheerleading and not much else. they spend half their time dealing with depression, by trying to ignore stressful/hard topics and focus on the good side of everything. this isn’t a great long-term coping mechanism and has the fun side effect of pissing of the people around him when she seems unable to be serious or empathetic to someone else's pain (bcs she’s too busy deflecting for the sake of her own fragile mental health), so it gets fun when fred is shot and archie starts getting in too deep with the lodges -

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Sera Thornstone: (parents ???) Southside Serpent. Going to the Riverdale Community College and running errands for FP Jones. And secretly meeting up with her Ghoulie lover down by the Sweetwater where nobody goes. 

- everything about sera is vague and undecided lmao. but she has a ghoulie gf/bf/nbf? and they’re hiding that they were down by the river on the 4th of july, cos a serpent is an immediate suspect. going to community college to work on getting general credits before saving up for fancy school for law or journalism. the aes isn’t entirely accurate cos sera’s built from the remains of another serpent oc who i scrapped (she does have a baseball bat tho) -

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and honourable mentions to jen johnson and octavia blossom-murphy, my other riverdale ocs who actually have content, plus an in-development unnamed oc who gets adopted from the soqm by the Muggs family and growsup with Ethel. and my riverdale role reversal au, which i will never write but have some nice aesthetics for under the tag wip: bughead role reversal au.

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all my mini-aesthetics here are unsourced images/from pinterest. any similarities to other people or characters, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

alrighty that’s it. now i have to tag this behemoth argh

#ocapp #ashandrustediron ocs #ashandrustediron edits #i say edits #i mean neatly cropped screenshots #lmao #fandom: harry potter #fandom: the hunger games #fandom: a song of ice and fire #fandom: game of thrones #fandom: riverdale #ashandrustrediron writes #time to tag the ocs who will actually get content later #oc: rosienne lannister #oc: tamlen storm #tam actually has a fic outline unlike most of these other westerosi ocs lol #oc: ara lestrange #oc: asher #no last name bcs volunteers from two don't have last names #they belong to the capitol and their district #<- fun fact about that fic i guess #oc: rowan everdeen #oc: adrasteia crane #none of the riverdale ocs will get a tag bcs i already have riverdale oc fic im working on #long post #long post cw #oh and some warnings for the stuff brushed upon in the blurbs i guess #gender dysphoria #violence #child marriage

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Hurloane Headcanons pt.2

the gods have cursed me for the gift I try to give this fandom because every time I try to post a Hurloane Headcanons set it has posted too early and I've been forced to modify it later. this time it wasn't even half done, sadly. but that's okay. I shall redo it for the sake of my girls.

as the previous time special thanks to the taz club group chat in Instagram from letting me ramble

aka the "Sonya rambled about taz balance for like an hour last night but she's only sharing Hurloane content because she's decided she wants that to be her brand" segment

(I may go and make a general taz balance post as well with Headcanons from last night because a couple of them I liked)

just like last time it's a long post with no cut because tumblr mobile is rude like that. apologises and enjoy!

[context must be offered that we were talking about the birds as students and specifically came to the conclusion that Lup, Barry and Taako were theater kids. Lucretia writes / directs the plays.]

[in which you see I'm utter hurloane trash] HURLEY AND SLOANE ARE LEADS IN ONE OF THE PLAYS

@newlineblue : they try to do a musical once but the problem is that Lup...she can't sing to Save Her Life.

me: See I love the idea that Lup can sing even without trying

me: But Valid

me: HURLOANE ARE THE MUSICAL LEADS BECAUSE LUP CANT SING

[I apologise to anyone who doesn't care before immediately continuing with more hurloane] But also back to hurloane but could you fucking imagine HS hurloane

holy shit hurloane as highschool sweethearts

@newlineblue : they ride to school on a motorcycle

THEY DO THE BONNIE AND CLYDE MUSICAL

But Gay.

(obviously)

Okay but like step back from the AU for a minute. Hurloane went to the same HS as kids probably

@newlineblue : so we don't only have a Highschool AU

@newlineblue : we have a Highschool canon

me: So imagine, Hurley having a crush on this cute Fantasy Biker Girl

Imagine Sloane crushing on this really Stern looking Class President or smth

Hurley breaks a rule to protect their class from something stupid and Sloane just dies

Hurloane as friends from childhood but never really close

When Hurley went to cop school or whatever they stopped talking for a while

They meet again the first time as Hurley and the Raven

Sloane beats Hurley the first time they meet but just barely because Hurley is still just as pretty and she hasn't changed at all and what the fuck how is this possible

Next time? Hurley wins and it's that scene I mentioned where Hurley's pinned Sloane down on her back, basically stradling her and she leans down to life the mask and when she sees it's Sloane she's just

Dying

Because "wait a minute you were that Fantasy Biker kid from High School? Why are you a criminal now?"

"Why aren't you?"

Hurley just kinda stares at her for a moment before saying, "Fair enough." And getting off of Sloane and helping her up

Fake dating Hurloane AU

just imagine

Sloane needs a date to a wedding and God damn it she never thought she'd ask the Fucking Cop for this but she's got no other options

So she asks Hurley to be her date and says "I Know, I Know, but please. Im in the middle of a bet and I told her if I didn't bring a date next time she can set me up on a date but she doesn't ever set me up with girls"

"it's one night, Officer Hurley, please."

And that gets Hurley to agree

Because, she's a simple gay and she knows Sloane only says Officer when she wants a favor but what is she supposed to do when it works

So they go on their fake date, they banter, they have fun

They don't even fake kiss or anything

They met in highschool, started dating recently

They're a Cop and a Criminal, lying and BS and Improv isn't even difficult at this point

When Sloane is about to drop Hurley off she's kinda awkward and kind of "well. I just signed myself up for a big IOU but, use it wisely, terms and conditions apply." And Hurley kind of just

She can tell that's when her crush starts

There's a split second where she debates saying "kiss me" but she doesn't

(their first kiss is when they're sparring and Hurley is on the job but Sloane ends up pinning her up against an alley wall and just with bthe context of the scene and all other scenes between them they kinda just stare before Hurley's like "just fucking kiss me already, Sloane.")

THEIR FAKE DATE IS THE FIRST TIME HURLEY CALLS SLOANE SLOANE

Sure in HS they used names but ever since their jobs Hurley would say The Raven

Even during the fake date it was "my Raven."

It's when theyre about to say goodbye when Hurley says, "that was fun, Sloane. despite everything, that was fun"

@newlineblue : or additionally: my mom always called my dad by his last name since that's what he responds to so maybe it was the same for Hurley and Sloane in high school? maybe sloane is a common fantasy name but her last name's pretty unique

@newlineblue : so the fake date was really one of The First times Hurley used Sloane's first name

[I personally think this version is way better than what I thought. yall are free to choose tho]

Okay but back to hurloane, right, I say a fake date au

But gods these girls go well with so many tropes

Like heck there's the fucking canon of Criminal and Cop that we don't ever fucking discuss

Like. Fandom, please

Because could you image what it's like? Hurley always goes after Sloane because that's her girlfriend but her boss and coworkers just think it's a bitter rivalry / that she's Dedicated as Hell

Hurley shows up at the office covered in bruises after Sloane gets away and they're like, treating her as if she's a hero when in reality the truth is that they joined forces against some Actually Evil person

I know I said it a few nights ago but seriously imagine the panic the girls have about the other getting hurt

Hurley gets Shot one day on the Job by one of Sloane's work buddies and Sloane just goes absolutely fucking feral

Like. "This one is Off Fucking Limits, what is not clear about that?"

Sloane is worried sick that entire day because her Girlfriend was just Fucking Shot and sorry not sorry to the world but she's Fucking Worried

@newlineblue : idea: sloane gets caught and put into a holding cell one time and hurley just sits outside her cell all night, keeping sloane company, only leaving in order to get them both a blanket

me: y e s

Okay but when Sloane shows up home that night and she sees Hurley in the couch, in obvious pain but bandaged and alive she flat out nearly cries

She doesn't. But Sloane was worried sick all day and if something were to happen to Hurley because of her she might've actually murdered someone

OKAY WAIT WE'VE NEVER DISCUSSED SLOANE UNDER THE GAIA SASH'S CONTROL

Like I know Canon probably supports that Sloane wanted power

But the thrall is difficult to resist

She comes across it and she can't help but pick it up, right? But shes trying so hard not to listen

She promised Hurley she'd be back in time for dinner

She can't just drop everything for some power!

But why can't you? It whispers, why can't you have both?

But-

You can take me and still go home to your girlfriend, a little edge won't be anything, that's how you live, isn't it? Taking any advantage you can get?

So Sloane takes the Gaia Sash

And for a few days, nothing happens, at least, Sloane doesn't notice anything

But she wouldn't, would she. Under the control of the Sash, she's too close to it to notice her own changes

But she does. It takes longer than it took Hurley, Hurley who notices it from day one but doesnt think much of it, Sloane doesn't notice until she's too far gone

Until she thinks more about power than she thinks about how much she can't wait to see Hurley's smile when they win the race

But despite the Thrall, Sloane must've been aware of everything

Distantly, maybe, but aware nonetheless

She leaves in the dead of night and distantly, as if she's moving through water and thinking through wax she thinks, 'No. No stop. You don't want this!' but it doesn't work

But Sloane is still lucid for such a large part of it, everything she does, careful not to involve Hurley, careful not to hurt innocent peoole

Like, I just, could you imagine Sloane being too far gone but also, moments of lucidity under the thrall

imagine Sloane holding the Gaia Sash and looking at herself in the mirror, in the reflection of a river, in something

And for a moment it's just, lucidity. She sees herself holding the Gaia Sash, she remembers what she's done and she thinks, "No. I can't. I shouldn't... No-" but before she can drop the Sash, she's back under it's Thrall

The moment of dawning realization and minor horror gone under the overwhelming press of the thrall, under the overwhelming pressure of Power

[all of this spiraled out from that song by Jack Stauber that's called Mocha and that song where it's like "tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal" (by Marina and the diamonds I think?) because that audio has a line that's like "your possessions may possess you" and someone who cosplays Sloane should make a tiktok using those audios tbh]

Softer Headcanons but Hurley's voice is really soothing to hear read a book outloud

Sloane gets really into it, voices and all, so she's the one you ask when you want a Story Told

Hurley is usually more for the calming vibe tho

Although Hurley is really good at the Horror. Often making it creepier than the Canon Written Material

Also despite being called The Raven and her all black aesthetic?

Sloane is a fucking scaredycat

In modern day terms she's the one who invites Hurley to a scary movie thinking Hurley will hold on to her and instead it's the opposite

Also idk if I discussed this yet but like Sloane isn't afraid to be verbally affectionate

Hurley gets kind of flustered when she's the one who wants to talk about her emotions but Sloane just Does It

(She has One Hit KOed Hurley by flat out saying "I love you so much, you're so cute")

("But it's the morning? My hair's a mess?")

("Exactly!")

Like just Sloane loves Hurley so much, just all of her

Every version of her it doesn't matter

I think Hurley shows appreciation with Quality time

Hurley and Sloane probably don't get a lot of time together, so when they bare together Hurley tries to make it special

Both girls feel like gift givers to me tbh

But not traditional like, "I know byou wanted this" but like "I saw this really ugly bird statue and it made me think of you" sort of gifts

Like how you point at the ugliest drawing and say "You" to a friend

That but gift form for these two

Their most serious gifts for the other were their masks and their wedding rings and those were the only two that got a proper Serious Setting

They were powering up the Serious Canon which is why everythigy else is so goofy

and, that is all I've got to offer y'all from last night. I hope you have enjoyed round two, I will likely be back with more at some point this week lmao

#buttercup subjects themself to the mortifying ordeal of being known #taz balance #hurloane #taz sloane #taz hurley #the adventure zone #taz: balance #please someone validate my hcs #they're not new or clever #but im just filled with love #and i feel like we as a fandom #do not give hurloane enough love #and if i must be the supplier so be it

[ilovemygaydad]

title: come again another day

summary: patton is feeling a little under the weather, but virgil knows just how to make their day a bit better.

pairing: none

warnings: graphic descriptions of pain, periods, cramps, dysphoria is mentioned and mildly discussed (there isn’t any in the fic but like,,, yk), worrying, food mentions, nausea mentions, guilt, like two swears (a personal record), and possibly something else

a/n: so this started off as a vent fic and morphed into a fluff fic. hurt/comfort i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i put it under a cut for courtesy for mobile users, but it isn’t very long anyway. also??? this isn’t that good but w/e

consider buying me a coffee

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Patton was in so much pain. Every time that they went to use the bathroom or to change their pad, there was pain. Sitting down caused pain; standing caused pain. It didn’t seem like they could win at all since ibuprofen could only do so much.

They would like to extend their gratitude toward whatever deities that were looking out for them for neglecting to give them dysphoria, however. The twisting pain of cramps and added back pain made periods horrendous enough, and they couldn’t even begin to imagine how much throwing dysphoria into the mix would suck.

But Patton wasn’t really thinking about that. They were completely focused on how each little movement shot off nerve responses that only compounded with touch, but a person could only get so far before not moving ceased being an option. With a heavy sigh, they stood to go to the bathroom again.

Pain, pain go away. Come again another day, Patton thought, smiling to themself as they washed their hands.

“Hey, Pat! You’re up—are you feeling okay enough to be out of bed?” Virgil called from the front hall after returning home.

“Been better, certainly, but there’s no nausea! That’s good, right?” They opened the door and walked to greet their best friend-slash-roommate, who gave them a tight hug.

“It is, but barely. Do you—“

“No,” Patton said, cutting the worrier off. “I don’t need anything, thank you. Everything that I need is by my bed.”

Virgil groaned, but he let it slide. He pulled out of the hug and moved to put his canvas bag on the kitchen table. “I got you something since it’s a special occasion.” He placed a large, round container onto the tabletop.

“Aw, honey! A ‘Happy Finding Out You Aren’t Pregnant Day!’ cookie cake. I bet you weirded the baker so much with that!” Patton took the cookie cake into their hands and smiled. “I love it, honey. You’re the best.”

“First, shut up. Second, it was Logan, and you know that Roman has made more than enough of these for them both. I felt like I’d beat you to the punch of joining the tradition.”

Patton frowned, catching the little twinge of worry that was associated with Virgil avoiding talking about gender stuff too in depth. “Is this because you feel bad that you don’t really get what I’m going through?”

“Yes! No, wait—I don’t know! Just—look,” Virgil grunted. “I wanted to make you feel better. I’m the only cis dude in our little group, and you all have to deal with a lot more shit than I do. I just wanna help out.”

“You do!” Patton sat the pastry on the counter and took Virgil’s hands in their own. “You have never once rejected going out to buy me pads because you are embarrassed. You were more than okay with going to buy me new underwear when mine kept getting ruined by a particularly awful cycle. When my hair was still long, you’d hold it back if I was nauseous. Virgil Sanders, you are incredible.”

Virgil rolled his eyes lovingly. “Gross. Get a room.”

“Oooh, speaking of rooms... Can I get a lift to mine?” Patton sheepishly held out their arms.

“You are so lucky that you’re minuscule,” Virgil said as he scooped his tiny friend into his arms, taking them back to their bedroom. He lightly tossed them onto their bed and sat next to them as they got comfortable again.

“Thanks, Virgil.”

“It’s no problem, little star.”

#sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #m writes things

[grimmarray]

Soulmate sanctuary~

Guh, definitely pulled some shit out of my ass with this one, but when I found an absolutely adorable OT3 (check the lovely art I found by @queenofliz4rds out here Thank you for putting an OT3 on my dash that I TOTALLY SHIP NOW)I had to write something cause holy shit, it’s cute. But first...

**There are minor spoilers for Chapter 195**

Without further ado...

Pairing: SeroKamiShin Soulmate AU: Soulmate marks Words: 2943

“It’s gotta be a fluke,” Sero frowned as Kaminari showed him the purple swirl that adorned his shoulder. He looked at the little yellow bolt that sat in the middle of his palm, and sighed, “There is no way,” “No fluke dude, I swear I won’t cheat or anything, your my soulmate, period,” Kaminari told him frantically, he had wanted to share his second mark since they first got together, but he’d been a bit scared to.

Having two marks appear on his tenth birthday had been an absolute shock to him, so he took to hiding the one and only showing people the one he really couldn’t hide, the jet black circle that sat in his left palm. While soulmate marks on hands were common, his had been so plain that it made it hard to place. So he’d resorted to becoming an unabashed flirt to compensate for his unending insecurity over finding a soulmate. The second mark was less ambiguous but he’d never met anyone who really ‘fit’ so he never mentioned it either.

“Nah man,” Sero broke him out of his reverie, “I’m actually not that worried, since I actually have another one too,” “You what?!” Kaminari gasped, “What the heck, show me!” he jumped off his bed excitedly and then paled a bit as Sero started undoing his belt. Sero only laughed “Relax, it’s on my hip, I ain’t stripping the whole way unless you really want me to,” Kaminari only blushed and looked elsewhere. Sero laughed again and took his pants off, and pushing the hem of his boxers up just enough to show Kaminari the patch of purple with two stars cut out of it. “Yours sure is easy to hide,” Kaminari pouted, “And put your pants back on!” he added hastily. “What? Afraid someone is going to barge in and think badly of us,” Sero grinned fiendishly. “YES!” Kaminari cried, “We’ve had this conversation,” “We have,” Sero affirmed, pulling his pants back on, “I’m teasing you because it’s fun and you turn such a pretty pink when your embarrassed,” “And people think I’M the tease in this relationship,” Kaminari through his hands up, though Sero caught one of them and kissed it before twining their fingers together. “I think we may not need to worry too much about cheating,” Sero smiled, “Though that all depends on how our other soulmate thinks of this,” “You think both our marks belong to the same person?” Kaminari leaned into Sero. “I do,” Sero nodded, “call it a hunch,”

“I know you said you weren’t interested in making friends, but I like you, dude,” Kaminari nodded at Shinsou as their team readied to take on the class-B team again. Through a few risky moves and some creative thinking, they managed to pull ahead and win the challenge.

“Are you okay?” Shinsou glanced back at Kaminari as they headed back to the viewing platform and get their results. “Whe- ‘m fine, just a bit fried,” He shook his head a bit, trying hard to make the words come out instead of the weird exaggerated laughing sounds he devolved into usually. Shinsou only looked half convinced, but left it alone.

 At the end of the day everyone was exhausted, and made their way together to the change rooms talking about the battles of the day. Kaminari patted Sero on the back and pointed out a rather slogging Shinsou. “Hey! That last fight was awesome!” Kaminari made his way over and slung and arm over Shinsou’s shoulders earning an annoyed groan. “To think they’d pit you up against Midoriya again,” Sero added, moving in on the other side of him. “It was random chance,” Shinsou sighed, “and in the end it was as much of a surprise as the last time we fought,” “You sure held your own though,” Kaminari smiled brightly, “I can’t wait for you to train with us for real,” “Whose to say I’ll end up in your class,” Shinsou diverted. “Well duh, Aizawa is your mentor right, so it only makes sense you’d get into class 1-A,” Kaminari reasoned, “Anyway, I’m ready for a nap, how bout you guys?” “We have class after this,” Sero reminded him. “Yeah, we have history,” Kaminari shrugged, “It’s so boring, and it’s not like it’s that important right?” Shinsou and Sero traded a look before they reached the locker room.

Kaminari’s eyes didn’t mean to wander, but having a new person to look at made him curious. He always loved admiring others, people were so different in such neat ways, like the way Kirishima was broad, next to Bakugou who was arguably just as strong, but so much leaner. Like the way Sero’s height only did justice to his physique, though Kaminari bet he’d been even more lanky when he first hit his growth spurt. Shinsou was toned, there was no doubt about that, his side training had seen to that, but he definitely wasn’t as muscular as the other guys. Kaminari stared a little longer until Shinsou turned slightly to put something in his bag and that’s when he saw it.

A yellow shape, right where Kaminari knew his own odd soul-mark lay. He gasped and just about tripped over himself to go look at it. At the last second a hand shot out and grabbed him. It was Sero, who had cleary seen what he’d seen. He mouthed ‘not now before pushing Kaminari back to his locker.

 “Why did you stop me?” Kaminari asked later after their classes had ended. Sero frowned, thinking carefully before answering, “I didn’t want to scare him away,” “And?” Kaminari frowned, knowing Sero wasn’t just thinking about his boisterous personality. “It’s a little harder to see if he has a mark that matches mine,” Kaminari gaped, “I’m such a selfish idiot,” he groaned and threw his arms around his boyfriend, “I told you I wouldn’t cheat, how do you think we should figure things out?” “Well we could just ASK?” Sero pointed out. “Oh yeah, that will go over well, ‘hey Shinsou, do you have a mark on your hip and if so can we see it?’” Kaminari waved an arm dramatically before planting it on his own hip. Sero rolled his eyes, “Well you already know he has one on his shoulder, so we could just start with if he has two,” “Or that, that is actually smart,” Kaminari grumbled, “Yup, looks like I’m always gonna be the idiot boyfriend,” “You’ll always be the pretty boyfriend,” Sero smiled gently, brushing Kaminari’s hair away from his face, planting a kiss on his forehead, “And that won’t change no matter who joins us,” “I dunno, Shinsou is kinda pretty,” Kaminari smirked. “Oookay, and what does that make me?” Sero faked a frown. “Handsome,” Kaminari said without missing a beat, “You’re handsome, definitely,”

 Shinsou made it very hard to talk to him, always ducking out quickly at the end of training and generally avoiding conversation while he was around, sticking by his whole ‘not making friends’ promise. Kaminari slowly got more and more impatient, sulking every time he couldn’t catch him after training when he was around. It got to the point where he began sneaking around during training and trying to zap the other guy just long enough to grab him and ask. Sero on the other hand was much more patient, which paid off in the end as Aizawa talked about helping Shinsou practice his mobility, “Yo sensei, let me try, my tape is pretty similar to that capture scarf,” “In some ways,” Aizawa considered it, “You do excel in this particular area, so I’ll allow it this time,” “Thank you for your offer, I think I can learn a lot from you,” Shinsou nodded thoughtfully, then once Aizawa had walked away to direct other students he added, “And maybe you can tell me why your boyfriend has been following me around?” “Ah, so you have noticed, not that he’s particularly subtle about it,” Sero shrugged, “He’s pretty interested in getting to know you,” “Is that all?” Shinsou narrowed his eyes. “Yes actually, now come on and lets see what you’ve got,” Sero nodded striding off towards the industrial area of the grounds, “We’re gonna have a little race, nothing too long, just a little kick off so I can see how you measure up,” “That seems like a rather inefficient way to test me if you can’t watch what I’m doing,” Shinsou raised a questioning eyebrow Sero only smiled, “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that, now on three, try to get to the top of that water tower as fast as you can, Three!” he shouted and leaped off, hearing a shout of protest behind him.

“Mhmm, That was impressive, but you have a lot to polish there,” Sero shook his head as Shinsou glared at him from where he stood. “I couldn’t help but notice how you avoided me the whole time,” Shinsou grumbled. “Couldn’t have you copying me outright,” Sero shrugged, “Besides, where is the fun in that?” “I don’t see the point,” “The point is I see how you function independently, when your not vying for holds with another hero,” Sero pointed out, “You really don’t know where to latch onto, do you?” Shinsou kept the glare up for a few more seconds before relaxing, “Enlighten me,”

The after noon was spent showing Shinsou good places to grab for, better places and the worst places. Sero seemed to amuse himself by watching Shinsou fall on his ass before pointing out the latter. “Okay, I think you’ve about got that,” Sero nodded after Shinsou navigated one of the harder patches of the course, “Can I ask you something?” “About?” Shinsou glanced over. “You,” Sero folded his arms, “Do you have soul-marks?” “I…wait, marks, as in plural,” Shinsou fished through the words, “Regardless, isn’t that a little personal?” “It is, which is why I chose to ask where no one is likely to stumble upon us,” Sero waved his arm around at the relatively inaccessible rooftop he’d led them to, “And yes, I did pluralize, I in fact have two,” The admission seemed to surprise Shinsou, even if he seemed to try hiding his reaction, which told Sero that perhaps he was onto something. “It’s incredibly unlikely to have two,” he deflected. “Supposedly, but surprisingly, both Kaminari and I are both the same,” “I suppose they all match?” Shinsou seemed to close up. “Nope, only one pair of them match,” he held up his left hand to show Shinsou, “I have another, but it’s in a rather inconvenient location, so I can’t really show you,” Shinsous’ eyes made a definite flick towards his hip and he was suddenly looking as if he could jump off the rooftop at a moments notice, so Sero decided to wrap up the conversation. “Either way, something to think about I suppose,” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder, “Want to head back, show Aizawa your new moves?” Shinsou only had to nod before Sero took off, letting Shinsou follow him more closely this time.

 While Kaminari was disappointed in the uncertain outcome, he took Sero’s musings happily, ceasing his not so stealthy stalking during training.

 “It’s been months,” Kaminari whined. “Believe me, I know,” Sero grumbled, “He only just got into the Hero course, so he’ll finally be around more often,” “So? All that does is make it harder for him to avoid us,” Kaminari groaned dramatically. “As far as I understand he wasn’t actually avoiding you, he’s been busy trying to play catch up, the general studies course lacks a lot of what the hero course offers apparently.” Sero rationalized. “I don’t carrrrre!” Kaminari whined, “I want to talk to him…”

A knocking came from the door and both boys looked towards the door, “Come in?” Sero called out wondering who would actually knock on his door instead of barging in like usual. The door opened slowly and a disheveled head poked in, “Thanks for making me look like an idiot, knocking at an empty room,” Shinsou admonished before stepping inside and shutting the door, “I do have two,” “I guessed that months ago,” Sero rolled his eyes, “Go on, I won’t steal your thunder,” “Is he always this sarcastic?” Shinsou asked Kaminari. “You get used to it,” Kaminari shrugged, “So you were saying, I’m an idiot, so feel free to spell it out,” “What am I getting myself into,” Shinsou muttered, “I have two, and from what I’ve gathered so do you,” “We do,” Kaminari nodded, while Sero kept his mouth shut and just grinned. “They don’t match, at least they both don’t match between just you two,” Shinsou pointed between the two of them, and frowned before rounding on Sero, “How are you so sure both of mine match both of yours?” “Speculation mostly,” Sero confirmed. “Wow,” Shinsou deflated. “uh Uh,” Kaminari interrupted, “I know your matches mine cause I’ve seen it!” Shinsou blinked and looked at his hip before shaking his head and touching his shoulder, “Right,” “That just leaves,” Sero didn’t finish, letting his eyes make his point. “This is unbelievable,” Shinsou groaned, “I don’t have the energy for this,” “I’ll stop,” Sero relented. Kaminari decided it was time for him to wiggle out of his shirt and energetically show Shinsou. It took a whole minute of him staring before he approached and lay his hand over it, “Okay…”his tone was thoughtful and he let his hand fall, “You might as well look at my second one,” Shinsou immediately began shucking off his pants, while Kaminari became a blushing mess. “What’s with him?” Shinsou looked to Sero. “He’s way too gay to be as shy as he is,” Sero made an exaggerated shrug before kicking off his own pants. “Shy is not the word I’d use,” Shinsou showed his mark, a black arrow with a jagged end, “At first I thought it was a broken arrow, but now I kinda see it,” “I’m way better than a broken arrow,” Sero grinned and bared his own, “What do you think, wanna touch it too?” “I barely know you,” Shinsou snorted. “Fair, but what’s a little touch between soulmates?” Sero winked. A slight blush crossed Shinsou’s face before he turned away to put his pants back on and Sero just laughed. Kaminari reappeared and latched onto Shinsou’s arm. “How does it feel, having two soulmates?” he leaned into Shinsou, batting his eyes. “Right now?” Shinsou sighed heavily, “It’s a bit much,” “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Sero said seriously, “You don’t even have to be our boyfriend or anything, just spend some time with us,” “What he said, which is pretty much been our whole relationship so far,” Kaminari loosed one of his hands to grab Sero’s, “Please think about it?” “I’ll do that,” Shinsou said softly before pulling away just so their hands were linked, “I’m not far, I’ve officially moved into the empty fourth floor room,” Kaminari and Sero shared a look, one that seemed sympathetic at best. When he asked why, they just shook their heads and wished him a good night.

 “They are so loud,” Shinsou grumbled, “I swear I’m gonna brainwash them both and lock them in an empty room,” “Yes because you are much quieter,” Sero smirked. Shinsou rolled his eyes. Kaminari who was stretched over both of them just snickered, “It’s not a competition guys, besides if I had to choose between Kiri and Blasty and you guys, you guys are much more fun to watch and listen to,” “You’re a rather biased judge, shouldn’t we bring in someone more impartial, like Yaomomo and Jirou?” Sero suggested. “I’d rather not watch you guy’s sloppy makeout sessions!” Jirou called from the other end of the room. “Then why are you listening in on such a conversation,” Sero waggled his eyebrows in her direction. She retaliated by sticking out her tongue and turning back to the homework the girls had spread out on one of the common room tables. “Shouldn’t we be studying too?” Sero mused. “Denki is an idiot and I’m already finished,” Shinsou pointed out, “And if I know you as well as I think I do, you’ve made a half-assed attempt,” “Are you sure your quirk is brainwashing and not mind reading?” Sero laughed. “I dunno, what do you think?” he asked Kaminari who began answering only for his expression to go slack. Shinsou told him to do a handstand and hold it and shrugged, “Yup, pretty sure that’s brainwashing,” he nodded before Kaminari’s natural ability began to fail and he fell to the floor, breaking out of it. “Why am I the only one you ever brainwash?” he pouted. “Because you make it so easy,” Shinsou snorted, drawing a laugh from Sero as well. Kaminari huffed and reseated himself across both of their laps. He shifted a bit before curling his feet around Sero and linking his arms around Shinsou’s neck. “I trust you,” he said quietly to Shinsou.

Trust had been the biggest hurdle, not necessarily gaining on another’s trust, but reassuring Shinsou that the both of them did trust him, so it almost became a little mantra between them, something they could say when all other words failed them because it meant a whole lot more to them. By third year they were inseparable, navigating their way through internships and hero training together, which of course landed them at a smaller agency, but none of them could find it in them to care. They were together. Linked by their soul-marks, linked by their unwavering trust.

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#seroshinkami #shinserokami #kamiseroshin #kamishinsero #shinkamisero #ot3 #bnha #bnha fandom #bnha shinsou #bnha sero #bnha kaminari #soulmate marks #soulmate #soulmate au #mha #my hero academia #minor spoilers

[maximows]

Against the Odds - Chapter X

Half of McDonald’s menu,

MASTERLIST (mobile) AO3

Warnings: fluff and adult language

„What if it hurts?” I whispered, staring blankly into the wall. “I mean, I’m putting some stick up my uterus.”

Chris squeezed my hand and wrapped the other around me. “It’s about an inch long, very thin and much more comfortable than taking a pill every day. Also, you took a lot of painkillers and they’ll give you numbing meds, alright?”  

I decided to get an IUD as a new method of birth control, because lately I have been forgetting to take my pills with me and didn’t want an accident to happen. We had once spend almost two weeks in London and because I didn’t have my pills with me, Chris actually had to run to get a condom a few times, then eventually got a small box of them and that was when we noticed how much sex we are having.  

“Can we go to McDonald’s afterwards?” I asked, nuzzling my face against his bicep. “I shouldn’t eat junk food, I don’t want a break out on my face before the wedding…”  

“We’ll get the food and then I’ll make you drink enough water to get it out of your system.” He promised. “But we also have to pick up the rings.”

“Mhm,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“With the wedding rings?”

“IUD is much more permanent than pills, I haven’t thought about when I’d want to take it out and, uh, try…” I explained.  

“Put it in and don’t think about kids right now, ok? I’m fine and I’m going to wait for you to be ready and be as comfortable as possible until then. But please don't make wait until I’m 50.”

I sighed and smiled at him. “How are you so perfect, you sick fuck?”  

The doctor came out of her office and invited me in. “I know it sounds weird, but there’s really nothing to worry about. After it’s been put in, you might feel period like cramps for a few hours and it’s done.”

She put on her gloved and shoved me the object. “I know that ‘opening the cervix’ sounds horrible, but it’s not a baby, IUD is very thin and after I give you numbing meds, you won’t even feel it.”

I nodded lightly and sat on the hair. I wore a skirt and Chris' sweater, so it would be comfortable for her to access and so I could smell Chris' scent, which is soothing for me.

She put a cold gel around the area and waited some time before getting to work. “So, is it actually easier to get pregnant after taking out a IUD rather than after pills?” I asked.

“Definitely. Even with hormonal IUDs, they aren’t as invasive as pills. I’ve had patients who got pregnant during their first cycle after IUD.” She answered, already starting to do something around my crotch, but I figured she was just preparing me.

“Oh, okay. So, if I wanted to keep it for like a year and then take out, then even the hormones shouldn’t affect my ability to get pregnant?”

“Not at all, it doesn’t work the same way pills do. Technically, you could get pregnant right after taking it out. With pills, even if you forget one, it shouldn’t be a problem. You provide your body with such a big dose of hormones that it takes time for it to wear off completely,” she explained. “You might feel a little uncomfortable right now.

I felt something, like a pulling sensation, which I couldn’t really describe. I figured she was preparing me for the procedure. “Aaaand... it’s done.”

I opened my eyes and saw that she was actually taking her gloves off. “Is it, really?”  

She smiled and nodded. “Stay like this for a few moments. The numbing meds I’ve given you might make it a bit hard for you to walk now, so I’d suggest you wait a few more minutes. Also, it would be great if your partner could help you walk.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t leave my side anyway, so that won’t be a problem.”  

Soon she told me I was ok to go and let Chris in. He looked at me with a concerned face. Even though he kept calming me down earlier, he was probably more nervous than I was. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I didn’t even know it was happening, I’m alright.” I smiled and sat up on the chair in order to get up. Chris wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and tried to put all of my weight on him, but it felt like I was able to walk normally, so I wouldn’t let him.  

We walked slowly to our car and Chris opened the door for me. “I should’ve got a ‘brave patient’ badge’.” I said as Chris started the car.  

“I’ll buy you half of the McDonald’s menu for being a brave patient.” Chris smiled.

“Only a half of it?”

“I would buy you the whole restaurant, but I’m a hundred percent sure that in a month you would complain about not fitting into your wedding dress and blame it on me.” He laughed.

When we arrived at the jeweller’s, Chris hopped out of the car and went there to get our wedding bands. They had already been altered, so I didn’t have to go with him. I scrolled through the songs on my phone and played something. When I put my phone back, I looked ahead through the windscreen and saw a photographer taking photos in the distance. I sighed, putting my sunglasses on. The last time we were caught by photographers was the night before Chris’ birthday and that started a shit storm of people against both me and Stella. People were doing everything to find out if there’s any evidence of Chris cheating on her with me. It became so awful, that Chris had to stop having his daily checks of Twitter, because stuff about us was all over it. I actually asked Hannah to release a statement a few days after it all blew up, because I was so sick of the messages and e-mails.

“I have been asked by my client, Emilia Dawson, to release the following statement:  

I have never been overly concerned about details of my private life coming out, because I do like to share some of it with my fans and followers. Unfortunately, now I am forced to share some of the details as for the last few days I have been one of the main topics of conversation on social media platforms and media outlets and both my loved ones and I are tired of it.  

I met my partner in February 2014 at a party thrown by him for some of our fellow Marvel actors. I had only been a part of that cast for a few months and only knew a couple of fellow Brits there. We spent the majority of the next day together as well as the next few weeks, when we were able to take some time off from our commitments.

I am releasing this statement to deny some of the accusations that have apparently been made against me and spread by the media, without being fact checked.

Shortly after meeting my partner, I have been made aware of a break up he went through two months prior to our first meeting, which directly meant that he was a single man. There was also no way anyone had been living in my partner's house in February 2014.

If the rumours that are being spread have a an actual source, other than a very creative mind of a gossip site ‘journalist', I would like it to also release a statement citing reasons for why they would come up with lies like that and spread them.

As I am one hundred percent sure that all of this information is completely false, I would like to say that from this day onwards, every news outlet that shares any of this nonsense, will be sued. If (or when) I win the case, the money will be divided between animal shelters.”

Chris didn’t like the statement or me getting involved in this case at all. But to be honest, he didn’t have much to say – all of the articles portrayed me as a homewrecker and skipped over the fact that it takes two people to have an alleged affair. Although there were some people who wanted to ‘cancel’ him because of this, the majority only looked at my supposed behaviour and called me various names because of it.  

The statement and ‘suit threat’ worked – gossip sites stopped the articles and the only people that couldn’t let this go were some of Twitter users who seemed to just love drama. Chris had messaged Stella, asking to get involved and at least deny the cheating rumours, as ‘we all knew this isn’t true’, but she wouldn’t do that. He said that she was probably just petty, because he didn’t propose to her in the 5 years they dated on and off. More so, he never even suggested they move in together. And it only took him less than two years to propose to me. He always said that it was because it felt like Stella was a bit distant and she wasn’t treating their relationship seriously, so they were both wasting their time until a one day came and he decided that he’s had enough. In my opinion, she was just trying to play hard to get and it went a bit too far.

“I called you,” I heard Chris say as he entered the car. “Don’t tell me you were thinking about that thing again.”

“Maybe,” I murmured, looking down at my phone to discover 3 missed phone calls from Chris. “What did you want?”

“They had a few boxes to choose from and I didn’t know which one you’d like.” He explained showing me the dark green one he picked. “I thought this one would match our theme the most.”

I raised my eyebrow. “We have a theme?”

“We’re getting married in Norway, of course we have a theme.” He laughed. “So, is this one alright?”

“Perfect,” I smiled. “I think our relationship is having a great impact on your taste.”

Chris grinned and started the car. “I know it for sure.” He leaned in to kiss me. His lips captured my lower lip and I moaned lightly as his teeth bit on it lightly.  

“Don’t do that,” I whined. “ We’re supposed to last 4 more weeks without sex.” Chris ignored me and deepened the kiss, his hand travelling to my face to hold me closer.  

“That was your stupid idea,” He murmured against my lips. “The only reason I agreed to this is because you made it into a bet and I’m always willing to participate in a bet I’m sure I’m going to win.”

“We’ve been through one week of sex embargo, we can do 4 more.” I said, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him away gently.  

Chris leaned back on the driver’s seat and sighed. “We’re not even married yet and you’re denying the love of your life sex already.” He said jokingly. I knew he was kidding, because he was as eager to see the outcome of this bet as I was.  

I came up with this when one time were hanging out with our friends in our garden and Scott said that in the nearly two and a half years of our relationship  we’ve had as much sex as a regular couple would have during a lifetime. Somehow that has led to us coming up with the idea of not having sex for 5 weeks before the wedding, which is also the same time we waited until our first time.  

It went on and on for some time, until we arrived at the drive though at McDonald’s and I got busy reading the menu. “Baby, give me a maximum amount of items I can get or I’ll go crazy.”

“Ok, you can get 4 things and that’s including a drink and something sweet,” he said.

I sighed and chose chips, some double burger (because he didn’t specify the size) a cookie and a Coke. Chris quickly drove back home, so I could eat my junk there. Dodger greeted us happily and jumped around us, asking for some loving.  

We all laid down on the couch, in front of the TV. I had my comfort food on my lap and placed my feet on Chris'.  

“So have you decided on our honeymoon destinations?” I asked after stuffing my mouth with chips. “I know mine.” We decided to have a 4-week honeymoon and go to four places and spend a week in each one. Both of us were supposed to choose two places. “I bet it’s someplace cold.”

“Keep up the attitude and it will get colder.” I snapped. “We're going to Iceland and New Zealand.”

“Oh, that’s a jetlag nightmare,” Chris sighed. “I chose Italy and France.”

“That’s so cliché, hubby.”

For the next two weeks we were so busy with wedding preparations that we didn’t even have time for sex, so the bet turned out to be useless. Chris spent one week away in Atlanta, doing additional shoots for Gifted, while Claire and I took care of the finishing touches to the ceremony. We were supposed to fly in 2 days before, to see the preparations and have our bachelorette and bachelor's parties there. Although we invited around 50 people, not all of them were able to attend and the final number was about 40 guests. We rented a few cabins for them in a resort near the spot we were getting married in. Ours was a bit sedated just to make sure we had a bit of privacy for our wedding night.  

I have to say, I was starting to get a little bit nervous and everyone said it was because I haven’t seen the venue or anything, but that wasn’t it. I was nervous because I was getting married to the most eligible bachelor in Hollywood. The purest man of them all. The man who files in early for me, because he knows I’m not feeling well. The man who decides he’ll wait for me to be ready for children, even though he has already waited a long time. He’s changed so much for me and I wanted to repay him.

I knew he wouldn’t even dare to mention it, but I decided to change my name to Emily Evans. I was torn between this and Emily Dawson-Evans, but I figured that if we’re already causing such a stir in the media, we might as well start the Evans clan.

Chris joined me at the airport for our trip to Bergen. He was a little bit tanned from filming, with a new haircut and a groomed beard (although it doesn’t require much grooming). The producers were very lucky that it was a look he wanted to go with for the wedding.  

“Hello, my intended,” He grinned as his arms slipped around my waist to give me a welcome kiss. “How have you been doing this past week?”

He gave me a loving kiss on the lips and then pressed his lips against my forehead. “We’re one plane trip away from being married.”

“It’s a bloody long trip though,” I chuckled. “We’re leaving LA at 1PM and will be in Paris at 9AM European time, then 5 hours at the airport and another 2 hour flight. We’re gonna need to nap a lot.”

“Napping is my second favourite thing to do with you.” He joked.  

Even though we were never fans of this solution, we decided to rent a private jet in order to make the trip as comfortable for Dodger, as we could. We realised that we were spending so much money on the wedding then we might as well treat ourselves and have a nice flight alone to Norway.  

Although Dodger was quite used to travelling by now, he still required some attention during the take off, but was fine once we were allowed to unfasten our seatbelts. As soon as we could, we went to the bed. Dodger laid down next to me, while Chris was behind me squeezing me into his body. He pressed his face into my neck, inhaling my scent. “I can’t believe they’re going to take you away from me right before the wedding.”

“It’s so you can get shitfaced and run away while you still can.” I joked. “And so the girls can ask me about our sex life.”

“Which has been non-existent for the past month?” Chris inquired. “Just tell them that you can never walk normally after we have sex.”

“Why would I lie?” I laughed and my fiancé responded by biting me on the shoulder. “Let's sleep while we can.”

The noise of the engines actually helped us fall asleep, which meant we would avoid a massive jetlag in Europe. The stewardess woke us up before the landing, so we could fasten our seatbelts again. “Have I told you that I might be taking on a new movie and they’re asking me to grow out my hair and a real beard?”  

“You have a real beard already,” I said, imagining him with longer hair and instantly getting excited. “And I love that idea, you should say yes.”  

“Oh, that’s just a stubble.” He mumbled, scratching his hand against his facial hair. “I’m surprised you let me have a beard for the wedding.”

I turned from the window to frown at him. “The only thing I’m ever going to forbid is that stupid idea you had for a white suit for the wedding, honestly. I thought Lisa raised you better.”  

We arrived at the village and were guided to our cabin. All of them were wooden and so simple yet unique. I knew Chris loved them too and was excited about the idea of getting married here even if he didn’t want to admit.  

Before we could settle in there, we heard more cars arrive. Our guests were arriving from different parts of the world.  

The first ones to arrive after us were our closest families. We separated to help them put their luggage in their houses. I spent some time with my mum first and then with my dad.

While they were settling in, Chris and I met up to check out the venue for the first time. Chris came out from his family’s cabin. I waited for him as he walked towards me. He was wearing a plaid shirt, dark jeans and sunglasses. “That is one handsome boy I’m marrying,” I grinned and put my hands in my pockets. “Can’t wait until he has a wedding band on his finger, so other girls know he’s mine.”

He looked around and shrugged. “What girls? I haven’t seen any other girls in almost 3 years, it’s like they disappeared...”

“Oh, you always know what to say, don’t you?” I grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  

“Yeah, I’m like that,” he nodded. “Now let’s see that wedding venue.” Dodger followed us closely and run around the field, sniffing everything.

I took Chris' hand and we marched up the hill. I saw a tree on the edge of the hill, which was decorated with delicate flowers. Its branches were low enough to make it look like some kind of an arch. It was surrounded with dark wooden chairs with flower stalks on them. “Oh God, Chris,” I gasped when I took it all in. “This is so beautiful, so simple... Can we just get married right here, right now?”

“I told you I wanted to elope as soon as you said yes.” he sighed and pulled me toward the tree. I took a closer look at the flowers and stalks and just the whole thing that really looked good altogether. “But I’m really glad we came here to do this.”

I noticed candle stands and flowerbeds waiting to be filled tomorrow. Claire joined us and showed some details. “I know you wanted the ceremony to start at 6pm, but I’d suggest you move it to 6:39, because the sunset will give us a perfect lightning.”

We both agreed. She moved us to the actual venue, which was a bigger cabin with only one, big room inside. All the tables were set already, the walls decorated with lights, plants and more flowers. It was so simple, yet thought through. The roof was completely covered with light that haven’t been lit yet. I was speechless.  

Unfortunately, we weren’t able to enjoy the moment for too long. Our party squad had arrived and they wanted to start our bachelor’s and bachelorette’s right away. We managed to put those off until the rest of our guests arrived.

When we went back to our bedroom, I noticed that our baggage had already been brought in. My dress was hidden in the wardrobe, while Chris' suit was out. Dodger was walking around behind us, sniffing every corner of the room. “Why is it not unlucky for a bride to see her groom's suit?” I wondered, touching the rich fabric of the Gucci suit. The team came in one day and took Chris' measurements to make him the well-tailored suit in front of me. It was black – I was rooting for dark blue, because Chris looks amazing in it, but they decided against it.  

“I have no idea, but it’s probably because men are helpless without women and need their opinions on everything,” he wrapped his arms around my waist and rest his head on my shoulder. “We’re getting married in 30 hours.”  

“Yeah, and they’re trying to separate us for the majority of the time we have left as an engaged couple.”

“We have to get though this,” he cheered. “If we got through 5 weeks of no sex, then we can get through this.”

I sighed, looking out the window and seeing Amy come closer to our house. “I still can’t believe we actually did that.”

Soon enough, there were two crowds of people in our cabin, waiting for us to separate. Neither of us really wanted that. We were a little tired and wanted to continue our nap. “If you don’t do this, we’re going to cancel the whole wedding, tell everyone you’re both crack addicts and can’t make your own decisions.” Sophie said with her arms crossed on her chest, keeping her threatening gaze on us.  

“Whoa, that’s rough.” Adam commented. “We just want to get him shitfaced, not ruin his life.”

Chris was still holding me tightly against his body. We honestly didn’t want to go. He was probably the only reason I was still quite calm, even though I was FUCKING GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW.  

“Guys, how about you give us 30 minutes, huh? We haven’t seen each other in a week and honestly fell asleep the same moment we entered the plane. Give us half an hour and we’re ready to go, alright?” Chris asked. They all agreed to give us some more time, so we laid down on the bed to get some more rest together. Dodger seemed to realise that we needed to be close to each other right now and laid next to Chris’ legs.

“So, if there something you’d like to tell me before we get married?” I asked.

Chris glanced at me curiously, probably surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

I giggled. “Like, if you ever killed anyone and was too scared to admit it.”

He was visibly relieved and probably thought I was going to accuse him of infidelity or something. “No, nothing like that. I think you should know by now that I’m not like that.”

I turned to lay on my side and look at him. “I know, baby,” I smiled and pressed a kiss against his bicep. “That’s why I’m marrying you. Also, because of your big dick.”

Chris burst out laughing. “Yeah, I mean, good dick is important, right,” he admitted. “So, is there anything you’d like to tell me before I tie myself up to you forever?”

I sat up next to him and snuck my hand under his shirt to scratch he hair on his chest. “I’m changing my name to Emilia Evans,” I smiled. Chris also pulled himself up to face me. “I don’t know if I’m going to use it professionally yet, but I’m definitely changing it legally.”

“Oh my God,” he lit up and wrapped his arms around me. “But you said that you weren’t so sure about this.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought about it and figured that I’m not too attached to my last name and if it’s important to you, I want to do this.” I explained.  

“I can’t believe this,” Chris sighed. I smiled at his excitement and put my hands on each side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Chris licked my bottom lip playfully and tackled me down to lay under him. When I was right under him, he pulled away to look at me. “I’m still not entirely convinced it's real life, baby”

“It is, Evans,” I sighed. “It only gets better from here...”

I heard a loud knock on the bedroom door and we knew that our 30 minutes had come to an end. We were soon violently torn away from each other and brought to different cabins for the festivities prepared for us. Amy, Marie and Sophie were the ones who had me for the evening. Scarlett was supposed to join too, but she couldn’t fly in so early with her daughter.

Chris was kidnapped by Adam, Seth, Sam and Tom, who wouldn’t tell him or me where they were going, but I knew that Sebastian, Anthony and Hemsworth were supposed to join them soon.  The girls took me to their cabin, which was meant to be our party spot for the evening.

They were kind enough you hang balloons spelling “Fun is over” above a table full of food and colourful drinks. I noticed that they also prepared some games (obviously). “Emily, this is your last night as a single woman. Sit down and let us entertain you,” They sat me down and took a photo of me holding a drink and sitting under the balloons. “You can post it on Instagram when you decide to let the people know about your wedding.” Amy grinned.

“You can drink all you want, but for every glass of alcohol, we're making you drink a glass of water, so you’re not completely hangover tomorrow.” Mary said, handing me my first mojito of the night. “That’s us being responsible.”

They started off by saying how beautiful they think everything looked and were impressed by how much can be done without even visiting the site before the actual wedding. They all talked about how they want to get married too.  

“I think it’s weird that I never really thought of getting married before I met Chris. Like, I thought of having a fairy tale wedding when I had that crush on Steven in second grade, but I never thought I’d get married before the age of 24.” I took a sip of my drink through a metal straw.  

“Yeah. To be honest, out of 4 of us, I always thought that you'd be the last one to get married,” Amy agreed. “Not that you wouldn’t find a man or anything, I just though you were too independent for this.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Oh, he doesn’t affect my independence in any way. I was worried about that at first, before we talked about our future together, children and stuff, but now it’s all sorted out.” I explained. “I actually got an IUD last month, so he realises that having children isn’t only one missed pill away now, it’s one medical procedure away. He was fine with it.”  

“I’m glad then,” Amy smiled. “You’re strong, but him being 11 years older and stuff, I was afraid he’d maybe try to force you or something. Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes when they ask him about having children in the future during interviews, he sounds a bit desperate.”  

I laughed. “Yeah, he does. He really loves children, so I’m not surprised. I just got used to it.”  

“Does he have a breeding kink?” Sophie asked out of nowhere. I nearly choked on my drink and Mary froze with a mouth full of Cheetos. “What? It’s very common.”

“Sophie, that’s surely the most private thing you have asked any of us, ever.” Mary laughed.

“She told us about the time they tried anal!” Sophie yelled.

“Two times.” I corrected. “And I don’t think he has it or at least he’s ever done anything that would resemble it, but that would be kind of hot.”  

“Em, you should know, every smutty game we're going to play was her idea.” Mary sighed. “I’m only in charge of your answers for the newlyweds game.”

“And I’m charge of asking about how big his penis is.” Amy grinned. “You only ever said that it’s big, but that could mean so many things...”

“18 centimetres,” I answered quickly. “By the way, I really hope this isn’t our last night to do immature stuff.”

Mary shook her head. “Of course not, there’s at least 3 more bachelorette parties ahead of us,” she reminded. “And also, what the fuck!? He's 18 centimetres? How do you walk? Harry is 15 and I can barely... wow.”

“Ok, I think we've already established that Chris isn't only well endowed, but also skilled, so it’s not the matter of his length.” Sophie said.  

“Yeah, he’s... do you remember when I spent that night with ??? and I told you that there must be something wrong with me, because I felt nothing, and I literally mean nothing? Like, he was going down on me and I had to take every movement and sound I was making. I was so afraid of our first time with Chris, because it was not only us having sex for the first time, but also me having my first time at all. And it was just incredible, because I didn’t have to fake anything! I was moaning so much that I was afraid he’d think I’m faking.”

“I remember. And I told you that there’s nothing wrong with you, he was just bad at sex. Chris is generous on a daily basis, so he’s also generous in bed.” Mary shrugged, taking another drink.

“What’s the most times he has made you come during one session?” Amy asked.

I sighed. “Well, if he’s well rested and hasn’t been to the gym that day then I cum twice for his one time. If he goes down on me then it, you know, depends on how long he’s willing to do that... or when I start asking him to stop.”

“You have to ask him to stop!?”  

“Yeah, I get oversensitive sometimes.”

Mary sat back on the sofa, looking like she just found out that Santa Claus isn’t real. “You know, I was never jealous about your acting career, because we know that even if you earn more than decent money and have a month off, then it means you worked 18 hours a day for the last two. But for the love of God, you are less than 24 hours away from marrying a man who eats you out until you actually beg him to stop. I’m starting to get jealous.”  

“He has bad qualities too, you know,” I sighed. “He’s very indecisive and, to be honest, he was the one with commitment issues. We had a few months last year, right after we moved in together and before we got engaged when we barely talked, because he felt like we would get tired of each other too soon. Even though he was the one who suggested we moved in together.”  

They ran our of things to ask about our sex life, finally. Although, it was such a random conversation that I actually enjoyed it. They gave me some presents, actually showered me with them. “We have only just realised that half of them is sex accessories, sorry,” Amy shrugged, handing me another box. “Chris will probably enjoy them as much as you will, though.”

After my fourth drink and fourth glass of water, I was a little bit drunk already. “Do you think we will last?” I asked, laying down on the sofa, playing with the flowers in my flower crown.  

“I think Chris is glued to you like my father's nose to his TV.” Sophie said. “If you called him right now, he would be here in a second.”  

“There’s nothing you could ask him that he would say no to. Unless it’s a threesome, I don’t think he would want to share you.” Amy agreed.

“Yeah, but I mean... do you think we will be just another couple that divorces after 5 years? That’s probably what everyone thinks.”

“Who cares? You’re marrying Chris Evans, one of the hottest men on Earth, Captain America, with a big dick attached to him and a great personality, despite being a Gemini!” Sophie explained.  

“A big dick attached to him!” Amy burst into laughter. “That is the best thing ever!”

We stayed up until 2 am, when I decided that I was tired enough to fall asleep without bigger problems. They made me sleep in one of their rooms, so I wouldn’t run back and sleep with Chris.  

The moment I was alone, I texted Chris, asking if he was awake. He called right away. “Hi baby,” he said in a low voice.  

“Wait, you were asleep?” I asked. “You finished your party earlier than we did?”

“Baby, I’m 35,” he whined. “If I want to be alright for a whole day of preparations, a wedding, reception and the whole night of lovemaking, I gotta get some quality sleep.”  

I laughed. “Sure. I just called to check if you’re alright and not in Vegas by now.”  

“Nah, we had a few drinks and talked. Also, I’m ashamed to admit that we did play a few drinking games.”  

“Well, I forgive you. You don’t know any better.” I sighed into the pillow. “Are you nervous?”

“Like hell.” He admitted. “I can't believe this is finally happening. I can't believe it's already been a year since we got engaged.”

I remembered the day we drove to see Loch Ness and he just decided to drop on one knee. I can’t believe it’s been so long since that day. “I’m really glad you almost killed me at that airport.”

“Oh, that’s just exaggerating.”

We talked some more, but mostly just stayed silent, listening to each other's breaths. About an hour in, we decided we had to go to sleep. “I’ll see you at the altar, right?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I can’t wait.” I turned to lay on to my back and stared at the ceiling. “Don’t be late, please.”

“Wouldn't dare, I’m counting seconds until I can finally see you, love.”

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