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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Arcane pet headcannons

She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua

Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"

Bulldog is probably "JJ"

You would think the bulldog was the guard dog

Ha, you're wrong

The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles

Better run because bitch is CHASING you down

It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds

Pray bitch

Cause you are not making it out alive

See ya in hell

The bulldog is just as scared of it too

Cowering behind Vi

Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down

Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once

Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit

Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds

The bulldog is a sweetheart

Would never hurt anyone

Loves cuddling

Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone

Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time

Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times

Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian

Loved it too much not too

Cait isn't getting it back

Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once

Cool dog mom 10/10

EKKO

He has a snake

Probably a ball python

Takes amazing care of it

Most of the time is holding it

And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck

Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry

He good, he good

Loves scaring people with it though

Chases Scar around the hideout with it

"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"

"Ekko, I will murder you-"

Scar loves it, can you tell?

One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING

Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm

Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed

So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm

It brings the good tension and intimidation needed

A little dance every now and then

The snake loves the tree

Climbs it everyday

Snake loves him 100/10

The best snake owner known to man

The kids like watching his snake

How he distracts the annoying little shits

VIKTOR

He has a mouse

Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them

Probably started an army

Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him

Probably all on drugs

When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover

Gave him some nostalgia so he took it

Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him

Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder

Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved

Viktor made him his own lab goggles

You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget

1000/10 talks back to the mouse

*Squeak*

"I should do that, Mousecateir."

"Viktor...what the fuck-"

Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse

Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there

Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel

Viktor has lost it

Made a dam army suit for his mouse

They shall rule the world

SEVIKA

Has a hamster

But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no

This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life

Bro regenerates with every breath he takes

Sevika just won't let the little shit go

Even if she tried

Little man refuses to give up

Well past its expiration date

She doesn't even remember when she got it

That's how old the shit ball is

Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day

Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time

Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?

Like that.

Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD

Eyes wide and shaking

Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do

Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year

Or food

Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls

Jinx loves it though

Loves terrorizing it

Not on purpose

Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying

Probably loses its hair and is now bald

Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl

Man can't even walk no more

Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall

AND STILL SURVIVED

Sevika found it two days later

"Oh my god, just give up already."

*aggressive squeaking*

"Okay, geez."

Probably will outlive Sevika and society

SILCO

Has a hairless cat

And a crusty white grandma dog

Dog is probably as old as him

Shaking with every step

Can't even walk properly now

The cat just sits there most of the time

Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave

Gets along with the dog surprisingly

Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise

Told her to get rid of it

But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature

Feeds it better than anyone

Of course other than Jinx

Loves his animals

The dog is crusty af though

Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years

Help it, please

Probably has had its hair dyed a few times

Scared of Jinx 100/100

Dog will never die

Cat sits on it's back

Took its dog bed

Dog took its cat bed

Love them both

The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx

Brings her things she forgot

Steals her stuff too

Also sits on Silco's head

Has fallen onto his head from the rafters

Looks unbothered but was screaming inside

JINX

Has a bird

And a black cat

She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking

So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother

Has a pretty cage set up for it

Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day

It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat

She talks to the bird all the time, the bird talks back

She's argues with it everyday

Silco has become worried

Talks to it more than the voices

Bird does it on purpose because it knows she doesn't like the voices

Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright

Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis

Bird calls her bullshit

Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her

Then flies away when she tried to swat at it

A love hate relationship really

The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck

And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven

She found it in the back alley of the last drop

Immediately took it

Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now

She called dibs

Definitely has it on her lab when making bombs and gadgets

She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine

Names it Whisker, no argument

I will not be hearing anyone out

Names the bird chicken leg

Or barbeque

The bird doesn't like it but she don't care

Barbeque and Whisker hate each other

Has to keep them separate at all times

Or she puts them in time out

Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize

Loves her animals though

Even if they are little shits

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notyetjae · 2 years

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Pairing: Young!vi x reader [Platonic.]

Warnings: Underage drinking, kids being dumb, Alcohol/Being intoxicated, reader is around the same age as the gang, if not a little older. [Same universe as my being friends with act 1 Vi!]

"Hurry up and grab it!" Mylo whispered yelled, him, and claggor were crouched on the stairs while Vi sat by the doorway keeping watch, you were crawling behind Vander's bar looking for a bottle of booze you knew he wouldn't notice went missing.

"Be patient for Pete's sake!" You yelled back in a hushed voice, fearing that Vander would hear the 2 of you squabbling, you ignored him while you examined the bottles.

"Got it!" You exclaimed a little too loud as you reached for a dark unlabeled bottle, the glass was scratched to hell and looked like it would shatter if someone looked at it weirdly.

The rest of the group hurried down the stairs, shushing each other loudly for being stomping a little too loudly down the rickety staircase, Vi swung the door open and you flew down the second flight of stairs and hopped onto the couch.

"What's In it?" The pinkette questioned,

"I dunno, there's no label"

You flipped the bottle upside down, through scratches you could see a date etched into the liquor bottle, "Jesus, this is older than powder"

"What? No shot" She snatched the bottle from you, you watched her expression change before she gently set the bottle down and mumbled something about alcohol poisoning.

"You gonna pop the cork or have a staring contest with it?" Mylo remarked, his face had that stupid smirk on it, "You're drinking last," you snapped back, pulling the old cork from the maroon bottle,

"My lady," You bowed your head and passed the bottle to Vi, she ruffled your hair and snatched the bottle, "You're an asshole,"

With no hesitation the pinkette took a big gulp, some of the booze dripped down her chin but she was quick to wipe it from her mouth and she coughed from the strong alcohol, her reaction made you nervous but you grabbed the bottle anyways.

You took a cautious sip, the dark liquor slid down your throat and left a harsh burning and sharp taste in your mouth, the bottle slammed against the oak table and you began violently coughing, you felt your eyes tearing up from the burning, God this is embarrassing.

The group roared in laughter, quickly hushed by violet, "Fine, fine, take another sip then, m'lady" You rasped, handing the bottle to her, she quickly snatched it with her bandaged hands, throwing her head back sharply. Once again, the bottle slammed against the oak table, the room was still and quiet, anticipating Violets reaction, he fingers still gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, the other hand grabbing the sofa ledge like her life depended on it, she face was completely neutral.

"So how's it-"

Vi's face instantly changed, as if she was using all her focus to keep still, her face contorted and she coughed loudly, way louder than you, Mylo hopped up to cover her mouth mumbling something about her snitching.

The sounds alerted powder, she cautiously poked her head from around the blanket covering the bottom bunk, the sight of Vi red in the face, violently coughing with tears running down her freckled face made the small girl gasp loudly. Your head turned to her, you didn't want her to be worried but you were also scared that if you didn't tell her what was really happening and have her accidently snitch to Vander, she is god awful at keeping secrets. Your mind swarmed with ideas, eventually you got up and kneeled by her bed, big bright blue eyes meeting yours, it looked like she was about to cry.

"Is she alright?" She quivered, arm wrapped around her stuffed bunny,

"Yeah of course! We're just.. having a contest..?" The words stumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop them,

"Contest?" Her eyes softened, still frightfully awaiting your response.

"It's a uhm, a secret Contest to see who can drink this--" You paused, eyes scanning your surroundings before landing on poorly made drawing of a witch and cauldron, you glanced back to her.

"--To see who can drink the potion without coughing!" Smiling nervously, you looked over your shoulder back to the group, wide eyed and still like mannequins.

"I wanna try!"

"No!" You all shouted in unison, Powders eyebrows knitted together, she felt tears welling up in her eyes, your hand cupped her face in attempt to soothe her,

"You can't it's just, you have to be older, or else you'll get sick."

"Like botulism." Mylo chimed in.

"Mylo!" Vi smacked the boy in the chest, 'what?' he mouthed, dramaticly shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll tell you what, just go back to sleep and tomorrow I'll get a potion just for you, alright?" She excitedly nodded her head, tucking herself back into bed and holding her stuffed animal close.

You sighed, rising from the creaky floor and plopping yourself back on the cough, "Hand it back," Your hand open as you waited for the bottle, "I haven't even got a chance!" Mylo whisper shouted, a stern glance his way made him fumble as handed the bottle back to you.

The four of you passed the bottle around, slowly you got used the burning sensation, and found a new pet peeve, the after taste. Mylo still fake gagged at every sip while Violet took big sips like Vander. Claggor didn't drink as much, claiming he would be the caretaker of the night. A little over 45 minutes had passed, you didn't feel as woozy as you thought you would so you stood to make your way to the bathroom, the second you took a step your legs gave out and you nearly landed face first onto the floor.

"Y/N?" Called Vi,

You didn't move, only lifting up your head to look at her, the biggest, stupidest smile across your face, you laughed, slightly embarrassed at the action.

"What're you doing on the floor" Vi slurred, leaning over her chair to scoop you up, she lifted you with ease and threw you over her shoulder as she stood, the two of you now giggling like schoolgirls. "Don't drop me!" You shouted, one of her arms held your legs in place and the other supported your back, she let out a husky laugh, "Here we go!" She said In a sing-songy voice, wildly spinning the both of you around the room.

"Wait!" She paused, stumbling a bit as she stilled, "D-do you wanna have a spinning contest?" She was silent, peering over her shoulder to meet your dreary eyes, "hell yeah."

She dropped you a little too hard, causing you to fall right on your butt, still giggling as you lept to your feet. "Ready?" You nodded, she counted down, "Go!" You didn't decide any rules, before hand, not even a punishment or reward, just spinning while chuckling. Inevitably, you crashed into each other, and claggor dragged the both of you back to the couch.

☆☆☆

It was well into the night, the rampant undercity streets had calmed, only leaving the bright flickering neon lights to flood the streets, few remained in alleys either drunks or drug dealers. The four of you still remained in the last drops basement, Mylo eyes were glued to the window, claggor sat on the couch with his head in his hands as you and Vi attempted to slow dance and sing, you were stepping on each other's feet and slurring words. The bottle of alcohol was nearly empty, just a few sips left. Your whole body was fuzzy, like a vibrating guitar string, face hot and blushing, your legs were wobbly and felt heavy, it was a difficult task to keep yourself standing, you leaned the majory of your weight onto vi as you interlocked your fingers into hers.

Your head was spinning, or maybe it was the room? You couldn't quiet tell, it was like the spinning from earlier caught up to you, you leaned into the crook of Vi's neck, exhaling against her sweaty skin. She struggled to stand once more, guiding the two of you to the back of the couch so you could safely slouch your back against the back of the couch and sink into the floor.

Before you know it, she was fast asleep, her arms still wrapped around you as she snored loudly, her grip was surprisingly strong for being asleep. The only thing lulling you to sleep being the occasional car driving by, rattling the whole basement, and the sound of Vi snoring in your ear.

Morning light shone through the basement window, a beam of light rested right by your head, your eyes fluttered open, attempting to blink away the sleep haze, before you even had the chance to move your head throbbed, causing you to reach for your temples, that's when you noticed how your entire body also ached, it felt like you got jumped in your sleep. Vi was rested on top of your body still, cuddled in your lap like a scared child. You pushed her off, letting her body flop against the floor, she's a heavy sleeper. You noticed the trail of new and dried spit near your collarbone, you grimaced, and wiped it away.

Head still pouding, you glanced around the room; Claggor was awake, simply sitting quietly and bouncing his leg as he waited for the others to awake, Mylo was slumped against the couch underneath the window, hand still grabbing the windowsill. Powder was awake, you could see her shadow scribbling something in her notebook. And of course Vi was still asleep.

An idea popped into your achy head, you glanced down at Vi, drool running down her blushed face, she slept soundly. You reeled your leg back, kicking her right in the shin, she jolted awake, groaning and whispering profanities before rolling over and tripping on her own feet as she stood pulling her arms up, ready for a fight. "What-- what the hell!" She panted, realizing it was just you she grabbed her knees and caught her breath, heart beating like a humming bird.

You laughed, shutting yourself up with a groan when your head throbbed 10x harder. Vi did the same, when she realized how worn out body was, you opened your mouth to complain but immediately stopped when you heard heavy stomping coming down the steps, "Shit!" You blurted, reaching for the bottle, but it was far too late, the door shoved open, Vander's figure stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, "Good mornin' " He greeted, smirking like the devil himself.

Neither of you knew what to do, just frozen and wide eyed like when you comforted powder, you hand was still just above the bottle, you practically incriminated yourself.

"I seem to be missing a certain item this morning" He leisurely stepped down the stairs, arms now crossed.

You quickly corrected your position, clearing your throat anxiously.

"Have fun?" He teased, devilish smile still across his face. None of you, even claggor were brave enough or smart enough to speak up.

"Okay, here's what's gonna happen." He lost the smirk, and got closer to your level,

"You two eat, drink some water and drink the medicine upstairs, once Mylo's up, you're all on dish duty." He turned to claggor, "Even you Claggor."

"What!" He protested, throwing his arms up in defense

"You drank too!" Vi exclaimed,

"I don't even live here!" You added,

"Ah, ah, all of you" He placed a rough hand on Vi's shoulder, ushering her to go upstairs, she relented and grumbled as she walked up the stairs, claggor and you soon followed, and you looked back at Mylo one final time, laughing at his wacky position.

A/N: This was very goofy and fun to write, not to jinx anything but I just might be out of my writers block! Sorry if this is not accurate to being drunk lol, I've only been drunk a few times with close friends.

#arcane #arcane lol #vi x reader #arcane fluff #arcane imagines #THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE #claggor #mylo arcane #powder ment :))

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 2 years

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PET HEADCANNONS

(Hey! These ideas came from @visukq on TikTok! Check them out! Anyways, here ya go, Enjoy!!)

She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua

Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"

Bulldog is probably "JJ"

You would think the bulldog was the like big one or the protective one

Ha, you're wrong

The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles

Better run because bitch is CHASING you down

It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds

Pray bitch

Cause you are not making it out alive

See ya in hell

The bulldog is just as scared of it too

Cowering behind Vi

Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down

Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once

Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit

Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds

The bulldog is a sweetheart

Would never hurt anyone

Loves cuddling

Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone

Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time

Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times

Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian

Loved it too much not too

Cait isn't getting it back

Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once

Cool dog mom 10/10

EKKO

He has a snake

Probably a ball python

Takes amazing care of it

Most of the time is holding it

And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck

Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry

He good, he good

Loves scaring people with it though

Chases Scar around the hideout with it

"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"

"Ekko, I will murder you-"

Scar loves it, can you tell?

One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING

Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm

Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed

So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm

It brings the good tension and intimidation needed

A little dance every now and then

The snake loves the tree

Climbs it everyday

Snake loves him 100/10

The best snake owner known to man

The kids like watching his snake

How he distracts the annoying little shits

VIKTOR

He has a mouse

Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them

Probably started an army

Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him

Probably all on drugs

When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover

Gave him some nostalgia so he took it

Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him

Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder

Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved

Viktor made him his own lab goggles

You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget

1000/10 talks back to the mouse

*Squeak*

"I should do that, Mousecateir."

"Viktor...what the fuck-"

Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse

Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there

Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel

Viktor has lost it

Made a dam army suit for his mouse

They shall rule the world

SEVIKA

Has a hamster

But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no

This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life

Man regenerates with every breath he takes

Sevika just won't let the little shit go

Even if she tried

Little man refuses to give up

Well past its expiration date

She doesn't even remember when she got it

That's how old the shit ball is

Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day

Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time

Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?

Like that.

Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD

Eyes wide and shaking

Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do

Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year

Or food

Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls

Jinx loves it though

Loves terrorizing it

Not on purpose

Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying

Probably loses its hair and is now bald

Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl

Man can't even walk no more

Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall

AND STILL SURVIVED

Sevika found it two days later

"Oh my god, just give up already."

*aggressive squeaking*

"Okay, geez."

Probably will outlive Sevika and society

SILCO

Has a hairless cat

And a crusty white grandma dog

Dog is probably as old as him

Shaking with every step

Can't even walk properly now

The cat just sits there most of the time

Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave

Gets along with the dog surprisingly

Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise

Told her to get rid of it

But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature

Feeds it better than anyone

Of course other than Jinx

Loves his animals

The dog is crusty af though

Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years

Help it, please

Probably has had its hair dyed a few times

Scared of Jinx 100/100

Dog will never die

Cat sits on it's back

Took its dog bed

Dog took its cat bed

Love them both

The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx

Brings her things she forgot

Steals her stuff too

Also sits on Silco's head

Has fallen onto his head from the rafters

Looks unbothered but was screaming inside

JINX

Has a bird

And a black cat

She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking

So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother

Has a pretty cage set up for it

Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day

It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat

Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright

Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis

Bird calls her bullshit

Argues with the bird all the time, bird mainly argues back to distract her from the voices

Silco is concerned

Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her

Then flies away when she tried to swat at it

A love hate relationship really

The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck

And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven

She found it in the back alley of the last drop

Immediately took it

Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now

She called dibs

Definitely has it on her lap when making bombs and gadgets

She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine

Names it Whisker, no argument

I will not be hearing anyone out

Names the bird chickqen leg

Or barbeque

The bird doesn't like it but she don't care

Barbeque and Whisker hate each other

Has to keep them separate at all times

Or she puts them in time out

Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize

Loves her animals though

Even if they are little shits

#arcane #arcane ekko #arcane violet #ekko arcane #vi arcane #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #viktor arcane #arcane sevika #arcane headcanon #arcane silco #jayce arcane #arcane mel

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asteracaea · 2 months

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very very interesting article

Last month, in the heat of the Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion beef, TMZ reported that the cemetery where Megan’s mother Holly Thomas is buried had to bolster security after the location was doxxed on social media by one of Nicki’s fans, collectively known as “Barbz.” Nicki had nothing to do with the threat, but the brazenness was nonetheless regarded as a low point for stan culture and led many to ponder if that depth of celebrity stan-dom was a mental illness in itself.

Stan culture is a matter of obsessive fandom: fans crying over Playboi Carti snippets, streaming Nicki’s songs to the top of the charts as they sleep, and compulsively purchasing whatever Ye or Travis Scott put up for sale. But the rise of social media has also given music fans a digital battlefield to defend their favorite artists. People who criticize many of today’s biggest acts run the risk of being doxxed and harassed, displaying behavior that can’t simply be attributed to the quality of someone’s music.

Stan culture, the pop culture manifestation of parasocial behavior, isn’t new. Eminem’s “Stan,” about a homicidally obsessive fan came out in 2000. But, notably, Eminem didn’t mention the internet once in the song. Live streaming has given fans more access than ever to artists who routinely go on sites like Instagram Live and Twitch to engage their fans. Artists like Tee Grizzley have GTA servers where they run amok of the GTA universe with their supporters. Artists like Kenny Beats and former Brockhampton member Don Mclennon run Discord servers where they interact with fans and share music-making insights. These kinds of interactions bolster an artist from a poster on a fan’s wall to someone they could conceivably interact with, strengthening the parasocial bond.

That dynamic also occurs on X, where Nicki Minaj’s Barbz celebrate having their tweets liked and quote-tweeted by the Queens rapper. That’s especially true in the heat of discourse surrounding Megan’s ”Hiss” and Nicki’s “Big Foot” records, where her most ardent supporters vied to prove that they’re wartime stans. These frenzied interactions have become so prevalent that some stans might become public figures in their own right in the upcoming documentary film Stans, about superfans and appropriately executive produced by Eminem.

Professors Sally Theran and Azadeh Aalai tell Rolling Stone that studies are still being done on the intersection of obsessive fandom, social media, and music. Theran is a Professor of Psychology at Wellesley College and a licensed clinical psychologist. She says that parasocial relationships are one-sided, and take place in the imagination of a fan of a public figure. “You might have imaginary conversations with [your fave] in your head,” she says. “You might imagine what kind of advice they would give. You might imagine what it would be like to have them as a friend.”

Parasocial relationships aren’t inherently bad. In 2009, author and then-Arizona State University professor Jimmy Sanderson released a study of activity on boy band New Kids On The Block’s official website that explored the “relational maintenance” between the group and their fans. The study showed that “audience members shared how NKOTB had shaped their moral character as well as NKOTB had served as a crucial support mechanism for them during difficult experiences they had endured during their lifetime.” Though Donald Glover’s Swarm showcased the horrific downside of a fan obsessing over an artist loosely based on Beyonce, Theran says that Queen B is a similarly positive figure for her fanbase. “She’s so self-actualized. She’s such a powerhouse. She has created everything that she has accomplished,” Theran says. “You can imagine if you’re a 14-year-old if you think about who you want to be and then you start to internalize some of Beyonce’s characteristics, that could be really helpful and powerful.”

Azadeh Aalai is an author, associate psychology professor at Queensborough Community College, and an adjunct psychology professor at NYU. She says that the figures most likely to draw parasocial relationships are adroit at stimulating a sense of connection with fans. Aalai credits Taylor Swift’s intimate lyrics with stirring a “strong and loyal fanbase.” She also notes that the lack of “polish” in Britney Spears’ social media presence “elevates their perception that she’s being very authentic and that creates the sense that they really know her, and that can elevate that emotional attachment that you develop. That’s one of the hallmark properties of developing a larger parasocial relationship.”

The people most susceptible to parasocial relationships are typically younger (and more impressionable), and/or have a dearth of personal relationships. Both professors say that the isolation of COVID-19 quarantine intensified parasocial behavior in ways that researchers are still parsing. “Social media use, and more generally, our use of technology did increase, especially in the beginning phases of the pandemic when people were largely socially distancing and things like that. So that could have kind of heightened this intensity of the connection,” says. Theran adds that, “a lot of people look to public figures for connection if they’re lonely or feel more isolated. It can be really helpful for them to have that kind of imaginary relationship [where] they get some of their needs met. It can’t substitute for a real relationship in person, but it can be, I would think of as supplemental.”

Is the cure to male loneliness obsessive stan-dom? Probably not, but some people are clinging to whatever will get them by in a post-quarantine isolation epidemic. Many people secluded themselves during the COVID-19 quarantine and never re-adjusted to the outside world — and some can’t for health reasons. A recent Atlantic story explored how people are replacing real-life interactions with more screen time. Streamers, Tiktokers, and podcasters aren’t the industry’s rising forces for no reason; they’re benefitting from a generation of people spending an alarming amount of time alone. New York Mayor Eric Adams is attempting to sue social media companies for conceivably “fueling the nationwide youth mental health crisis.”

So, will there be an official diagnosis to address obsessive fandom in the next DSM, the standard mental illness index used by American mental health professionals? Both professors say that the studies are still too early to say.

“I could see something along the lines of obsessive-compulsive disorder being in the DSM as a provisional diagnosis, which is kind of where most diagnoses start,” Theran says. “So for example, binge eating disorder is now a diagnosis in the DSM, but before this, it was provisional. I do think there’s a difference between your average person who’s super engaged with a media figure, and then someone else who takes it to extremes. What we look for is a pattern of behavior that’s disruptive or interfering with your quality of life. And for most people with parasocial interactions, it’s not interfering with their life.”

“I don’t anticipate anything like that anytime soon being in the DSM,” Aalai says. “There would have to be a lot of research to justify something like that. To the extent that you would be pathologizing or identifying a specific disorder related to that. I still think that’s going to be more on the fringes in terms of problematic parasocial relationships. I don’t think the parasocial relationship on its own is going to trigger negative things, unless you’re talking about a really, really problematic public figure.”

Theran says that the prevalence of Instagram and Twitter has increased the perception of access to public figures. “It’s very challenging for people to disentangle themselves from their favorite celebrity’s social media, and to recognize that often it’s run by a professional,” she says. “It’s not actually the person that they’re interested in engaging with them.” But, sometimes it is an artist posting on their account, and the interactivity of an Instagram Live or Twitter Q&A has only intensified the parasocial dynamic.

Aalai says that social media, especially X, created a community for people in parasocial relationships with the same public figures. “The parasocial relationship is between the user and the public figure, but it could further be reinforced or expanded by the larger community that are also fans of that same person,” Aalai says. That’s not always a bad thing; it can be beneficial for people experiencing loneliness to meet like-minded people who are fans of the same artist. And those fans banding together to raise awareness about their faves’ releases is a positive. But when stans are defending the figures they appreciate, they can treat their timelines like digital war zones.

Nowadays, rap beef isn’t just about artists at odds, it’s about dueling fanbases, which we’ve seen in battles between Nicki and Cardi B, Drake and Kanye, and others that dominate X timeliness and Subreddits. Recently, a Taylor Swift fan declared a “Swiftie Emergency” and urged fellow stans to stream Beyonce’s “Texas Hold Em” to keep supposed Swift nemesis Kanye West from having a Billboard No.1. Kanye had to address the fuss in a since-deleted Instagram post, telling Swifties “I am not your enemy, ummm, I’m not your friend either, though, LOL.”

Aalai says the worst examples of parasocial relationships manifest from fans who have what she calls “underlying vulnerabilities.” On the extreme end, she references former President Donald Trump inciting his supporters to storm the Capitol on Jan. 6th, 2021. She also references fans of Kurt Cobain who died by suicide in the same manner as him in 1994. “The majority of Nirvana fans aren’t doing that,” she says. “That’s a very specific segment of his followers that are already emotionally unstable that are going to be compelled to engage in that kind of copycat behavior.”

There are less dire, but still troubling, examples in the entertainment world. The Barbz are infamous for harassing rival artists and doxxing those who criticize the legendary rapper. Last November, she took to her Instagram Story to tell her fans: “Dear Barbz, be sure to never threaten anyone on my behalf, whether on the internet or in person. Whether in jest or not. I don’t [and] never have condoned that.”

Aalai notes that “a lot of times you find that [the problematic behavior is] not necessarily being directly encouraged by the public figure themselves. It could just be fan bases taking it upon themselves to engage in those behaviors, and maybe even to use their fandom as a cover for more problematic or antisocial kind of behaviors.” She says “You could make the argument though that a lot of these kinds of behaviors are being normalized on social media platforms,” citing male fans of artists who harass women accusing their male fave of violence. But, she says, it’s just hard to draw conclusions because I don’t know if we have the research yet to back up those specific anecdotes.”

Both professors agree that parasocial relationships aren’t inherently problematic, and can have benefits depending on who the figure is that’s being idolized. But they slightly differ on how to characterize the extreme fan willing to dox and harass on behalf of their fave. Theran says, “This group of people are pretty much a separate category from people who invest in parasocial relationships.” Aalai says that it’s essentially a corrupted version of parasocial behavior fueled by underlying issues: “I would say the concern about it becoming overly obsessive or problematic would probably also be accompanied by underlying vulnerabilities for mental illnesses and things like that.”

Parasocial relationships, violent stan-dom, and the attention-seeking nature of social media are amalgamating to make music fandom a minefield. Beef between artists turns into social media pissing contests between fanbases. Anyone levying a legitimate critique of an artist is ripe to be harassed. That’s why Theran says that public figures should be responsible about how they engage and galvanize their stans, citing Taylor Swift telling her fans not to harass her exes.

“I think having this kind of fandom is incredibly powerful, and it’s up to the individual how they build that power,” she says. “I think history will reflect poorly on those who weaponize it in a destructive way.”

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Baby, You Can Rule Alongside Me

by cupcaits

Vi and Powder Lane are total outsiders in Piltover University. But they have more than enough zeros in their bank account to belong, thanks to their two dads. Rumors (mostly true ones) swarm around the siblings, such as their dads being drug dealers and the two were following in their footsteps. All eyes are on the new siblings causing a ruckus within the university.

Including Caitlyn Kiramman.

The daughter of two highly successful politicians, Caitlyn was expected to follow in their footsteps. But Caitlyn had other ideas, choosing the chance to become one of the best lawyers the country had ever seen. Caitlyn had it all, ranging from a group of tight knit friends to money and clothes and a cunning intelligence bound to take her far.

But what she didn't have was love. Or at the very least, someone who could potentially be her match.

That's all bound to change when Vi waltzes into her life, intruding her circle of friends and suddenly showing up everyone. Caitlyn is determined to crack the mystery surrounding the elusive woman who's quickly becoming a heartthrob on campus (much to Caitlyn's dismay).

And she's all determined to try and not fall under her spell. But that might be too late.

Words: 1816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Ekko (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Evelynn (League of Legends), Ahri (League of Legends), Akali (League of Legends), Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Original Characters

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Opposites Attract, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Shameless Smut, Crimes & Criminals, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Dealing, Politics, rich kids, Vander and Silco are married and crime dads, Jinx goes by Powder, good sibling vi, think of this as elite mixed with gossip girl and cruel intentions and even the glory a little, rich people doing terrible things, Drama & Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Secrets, Backstabbers, Fake Friends, Cliques, Caitlyn secretly has a heart of gold, Powder is three years younger than Vi, but she's smart as hell and skipped grades so she can attend the university with her, so is lux by the way, so these two lesbians can bond over that, minor lightcannon btw

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

#ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitvi #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction

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I'm sorry but the fact that you can't tag Tr/avis to talk about that objectively gross racist scene without tr/avis-kinnies swarming the post is 🤢

Yeah look it's not ideal. It's not even about hating him, I just cannot fathom how SMG editors looked at that scene and went "yeah sure we'll keep that in". Like??? did they miss 2020 or something?? They just weren't paying attention during the Black Lives Matter movement??? Hello???

I actually really like Tr*vis! He's a sympathetic character when Laura's on his side and I really felt for him with the whole "my family is stuck in a well and I can't get them out" speech.

It's just important to have this funky little thing called "critical thinking skills" where you can enjoy and love a character for being a great character and for what they bring to the story, but ALSO acknowledging the -as you said- objectively gross shit and not giving them a free pass and making excuses for them because you love them.

Important life lesson kids. Apply it to your real life relationships too.

#the quarry #ask #anon #character analysis #im moreso just floored by how that scene made it past editing #were they asleep during 2020 or something?#this is a supermassive games hate account

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00katrinka00 · 1 year

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #32

Dear Diary, It's officially term break. Since Janie is in Mt. Komorebi the band isn't meeting for practice. I've been trying to write some songs for us, but I can't seem to come up with anything. I hope this writer's block goes away soon. -Violet

Violet spent most of her days off either working or sleeping. It was clearly getting on Lacy's last nerve. "Hello!" Lacy exclaimed waving her hands around in an attempt to wake Violet out of her slumber. "Will you just get up already?"

Violet finally sat up. "Jenna and I are going bowling," Lacy told her. "I was wondering if you'd like to come?" "I have to work." "Not until later. Just come bowling with us, it will be fun!"

"What if I don't want to go bowling, what if I want to lie in bed all day, ever think about that?" Violet asked. "You're going," Lacy demanded. "Meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes."

Lacy found Rosie making a mess in the front hall as she waited for Violet to get changed. "I'm glad you aren't my kid," Lacy told her. "Yay!" exclaimed Rosie as she continued to pour sugar and chocolate sauce onto the floor.

"You know," Lacy told her. "I can't even tease you about having a generic toddler face anymore. I'm going to have to find something else to tease you about." "Mean Lacy," Rosie told her, although she didn't seem too bothered.

When Violet finished changing she wandered into Leo's room. He was playing video games. "Want to come bowling with Lacy, Jenna and I?" Violet asked "You sure you want me interrupting your girls day?" "Not a real girls day." "I guess, I've always been better than you at bowling"

Jenna was waiting in the lobby for Lacy, Violet and Leo to show up. "Hey!" lacy exclaimed while taking a seat. "You guys are thirty minutes late," Jenna told her.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Lacy apologized, "Violet was sulking in bed, again, and then she wanted to stop and invite her brother." "All good," Jenna said. "Let's just get bowling.

As they tried to begin their bowling match, Lacy was swarmed by townies. "Oh my watcher, are you the Lacy Landcaster?" one townie exclaimed "Aren't you meant to be dead?" "You look just like her, can we get a picture?" another townie exclaimed "Leave me alone" Lacy said irritated

Lacy ignored them and decided to just start bowling. She was pretty confident with her performance.

"Does that happen a lot?" Jenna asked. "I guess. I'm told I look a lot like one of my ancestors, the real Lacy Landcaster, famous actress and everything. I was even named after her" Lacy lied. She didn't want the whole world to know she was the real Lacy Landcaster reincarnated.

Jenna just shrugged and stepped up to the lane for her own turn. She was less successful than Lacy. "What in the watcher!" She exclaimed waving her hands around. "There was no way I threw a gutter ball."

Up next was Violet who missed the lane completely and ended up dropping the ball on the ground behind her. "I guess bowling isn't my strong suit," she laughed nervously wondering how many people had saw.

And then it was Leo, who somehow managed to do even worse than Violet, despite his words earlier that morning.

All in all, Lacy won the game with a score of 140. "Did you see your fall?" Violet teased. "So, embarrassing, and I got a better score than you." "I hate to break this to you, Vi, but I got a 19 and you got a 27, we both sucked," Leo told her. "Still better than you!"

Over at the snack bar Lacy was busy recanting Leo's fall to everyone who would listen. He just decided to go along with it, as Violet and Lacy couldn't stop laughing.

After the bowling shenanigans it was time for Violet to head into work, where Owen had appeared to have not shown up leaving Violet to handle the afternoon rush all by herself. "Here you go sir," she exclaimed cheerfully. "One mango boba made fresh by yours truly!"

After the rush had died down, Owen did finally show up to work. "Where the hell have you been?" Violet exclaimed angerly. "I had to work the rush all by myself!" "Tiffany knew I was going to be late; I had a meeting with the academic advisor at school." "What? Why?"

"I'm looking to graduate early, needed to find out what I had to do," Owen explained. "Is this about Lacy? Because she won't tell me anything." "Not about Lacy. It gives me a head start with college, the faster I finish school the quicker my older sister can go back to school."

"Oh," Violet trailed off. It occurred to her that she really didn't know very much about Owen. Whenever they were working, she'd only ever talked about herself. She didn't even know his sister had never finished school.

#TheSims4 #TheSims4Gameplay #TheSims4Community #The Sims 4 Gameplay #The Sims 4 #LandcasterLegacy

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subbyenbywitch · 1 year

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[movie review] star trek: generations (1994)

we watched this around the christmas season because it’s a much hotter christmas movie take than die hard or even batman returns. literally no one is talking about how star trek: generations is a christmas movie! justice for star trek: generations, you guys!

i like the tos movies even though they’re pretty un-star trekky, so when i was a kid i would actually oftentimes watch the beginning of this movie just because it was a nice little 15 minute tos movie, you know? it was funny, it was action-packed… i don’t know a lot about the production of this movie, but it really does feel like people who worked on the tos films worked on this opening scene and people who worked on tng worked on the rest of it? that might not be remotely true, but it’s what it feels like.

also like… the enterprise-b is just gorgeous? over the years i do think i’ve come around to the basic bitch version of the excelsior class as my preferred version of that ship, and honestly my appreciation for that class of ship in general has skyrocketed, but like idk it’s always very fanservicey as a star trek fan to get to see a new enterprise, you know? and filling in all the little gaps in the franchise’s history is just always something that’s gonna be inherently appealing.

it is weird as fuck how obvious it is that they originally wrote scotty & chekov’s parts for spock & mccoy and barely changed them, though. like, i think there were a few very small rewrites for scotty (or, hell, some of them might’ve been ad-libs by james doohan for all i know), but yeah then you have distractingly weird stuff like… dr. chekov??? taking charge of sickbay??? and just blatantly acting the way mccoy would in that situation? like, it isn’t too much of a stretch to imagine chekov jumping in and helping with that because no one else has the training or whatever, but the way he acts like it comes that naturally to him and he had bones’ personality transplanted onto him is just so weird.

lastly in the tos era prologue, it is pretty obvious that someone involved in the writing of this movie has some serious beef with journalists??? like, uh, wow? and that whole angle with the swarm of reporters with vlogger headcams just felt weird & out of place for a star trek story, though i guess props on predicting the whole headcam thing?

while i did love this part of the movie as a kid, my trek preferences have shifted emphatically in the opposite direction over the years, so that when we get the “seventy-eight years later” transition it feels to me now like the movie is finally getting started. more than that, i just wholly question the necessity of a “passing of the torch” movie, you know? i felt like the ending of star trek vi was the perfect swan song for the original cast, and kirk’s final captain’s log explicitly passes the torch to future crews of ships called enterprise (a metatextual nod to tng, which had already completed four seasons of television at that point).

i really don’t think tos’s inclusion in generations added anything to either series. i assume the thought process is that the general moviegoing audience hadn’t formed a relationship with the tng crew the way they had the tos crew, but i really question whether the tos crew was really a particularly strong box office draw by this point? my (admittedly unresearched) assumption here is that this is one of those overly cautious movie exec moves that makes them more comfortable with a movie’s marketability regardless of whether it actually fits the facts of a situation, and it just makes this movie age terribly.

i do really like generations, it’s one of my favorite star trek movies in spite of all of this, but that’s basically entirely because of the strictly tng portions of the movie. at this point i just really find myself wishing tng’s first movie had been strictly a tng movie from start to finish.

both criticisms & praise of this movie often point to the fact that the bulk of it feels like a longer, better-funded episode of tng, and like… yeah! that’s exactly what i love about it, and exactly what made it my favorite tng movie for a minute when i wanted to resist the obvious fact that first contact is the best tng movie. and like… i’m glad we got generations (even in its somewhat adulterated form), but i find myself just wishing we could’ve gotten more of these kinds of tng movies, you know?

i love the enterprise-e, i think it’s a gorgeous ship, but it was really nice seeing some real resources thrown at the enterprise-d. doing more interesting things with the lighting, etc. and like… this is silly, but at the end of the movie jonathan frakes puts his hand on the enterprise-d’s captain’s chair, and says, “i always thought i’d get a shot at this chair one day,” and holy heck we didn’t let jonathan frakes direct a movie set aboard the enterprise-d??? considering he leonard nimoys the next two tng movies, that just feels like a massive missed opportunity, but alas.

before i entirely move on from superficial details that literally no one else cares about, i know there’s a general consensus that the ds9 uniforms look kinda dumpy compared to both the tng uniforms and the upgraded tng movie uniforms (which end up being carried forward into ds9)... but i actually kinda loved seeing a lot of the tng main characters wearing ds9/voyager era uniforms? it’s probably a nostalgia factor because voyager was the first star trek series i actually watched start-to-finish as it was airing, but yeah i’ve always liked those uniforms.

and yeah, this wasn’t the most expensive movie ever or anything, and you can see a few places where they cut corners, but even seeing a fairly cheap movie compared to a tv budget… it was just pretty fucking cool, you know? and it was all just like… heightened versions of shit we already liked. like, tng already had great music, but giving that crew the resources of a movie to make more tng music gave us a fucking awesome score. we got to see new locations like guinan’s quarters and stellar cartography. we got to see ten forward be as crowded as it probably always was supposed to be.

superficial details aside, there’s plenty to love about the tng portions of this movie. as a confirmed worf stan i fucking love that the first thing we get is his badly overdue promotion to lieutenant commander, and how playful and fun that whole deal was. and everyone rushing to the bridge still in costume to answer the red alert was fucking glorious, i love that kind of shit.

and although some segments of it were more successful than others, i liked that there was room for some of the cast to split off and do their own things. deanna gets to do some good therapy shit with picard (and to a lesser extent data), geordi & data get to have their friendship tested & reaffirmed, geordi gets to end up as the damsel in distress for the fucking millionth time, riker gets to be in command during a crisis/space battle… it feels like a lot more characters get serviced in this one than in future movies.

don’t get me wrong, this isn’t perfect. it would have been nice to get more of this, and there are some rather obvious characters on the short end of the stick. like, picard and data definitely have the biggest stories to chew on in this movie, and that’s a trend that will continue throughout the rest of the movies. deanna’s story, while still a better utilization of her character than you get in many of these movies, is still ultimately there to have someone for picard to emote at. (and like… yeah, patrick stewart kicks ass at this because of course he does, but it still bears mentioning.) geordi’s role is as the subordinate character in data’s story… and then there’s dr. crusher, who has literally nothing to do other than be the butt of a joke on two occasions. woof.

like, they all have something to do, and that’s nice, and compares favorably to the other tng movies, but there’s still a pretty pronounced gap here. some of that is almost certainly attributable to the understandable difficulty curve in hammering a tv series into the shape of a movie, but the patterns of which characters get the juicy parts and which ones get the subordinate ones is… well, it’s pretty fucking telling. and before anyone comes at me like “well, it’s just the most marketable actors,” a) that’s been the excuse used to focus on cishet white guys in hollywood for literally forever, and b) you really want to look me in the eye and tell me that levar burton isn’t at least as good of an actor as anyone else in the cast? if you can’t market him, that’s on you.

i mean, hell, this movie brought back (and killed) the duras sisters, and they weren’t even the big bads of the movie! they were subordinated to a one-off appearance by malcolm mcdowell! and while it was undeniably cool seeing him chew up scenery across from patrick stewart, we aren’t just subordinating our own black & women characters to our own white guy characters, we’re importing whole new white guys to subordinate them to!

still, though… this kind of movie with its greater faithfulness to the series that came before clearly allowed for more space for little individual stories to happen, and it only makes me wish even more fervently that we had gotten more tng movies with this same rough format. maybe then we would’ve seen juicier parts for these characters. or maybe not. because, again, while there were definitely pressures pushing the creative team towards making this the picard & data show going forward, in the end those pressures are going to push you towards the things you value the most anyway, right? it’s probable that the shape i wish these movies had taken wouldn’t have ever really been able to happen without some pretty massive changes in both the movie industry and the priorities of the people making them, so it’s all well and good for me to point out their shortcomings, but at the end of the day i can only be so hard on them considering i do genuinely like these movies for all their shortcomings.

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#star trek #star trek generations #star trek movies #star trek tng #tng #star trek: the next generation #star trek tng movies #reviews #movie review #movies #christmas #christmas movies #star trek generations is a christmas movie

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Hi I'm not dead!

Chapter 7 is up.

(Sorry about the delay.)

you don't have to apologize! what you do or dont do is totally up to you!

That said, is the narrator omniscient or third person limited? im too lazy to check the other chapters to look but it super looks like maki has crush on muze lol

#if its omniscient then u have a crush on muze my guy #ask #chit chat #thx for chapter it was my bribe to make me do some studying today #why does my prof think i need know how to translate machine code from binary to hex #and also know exactly what bits mean what in instruction code #like sir. i barely fucking understand assembly code and you want me to memorize what individual bits do????#SIR i am not a computer engineer and neither are you why do we need to know this #muze getting no information out of maki is fucking funny #he wont tell her that team snakemouth is chill and everything is probably? fine #but he will tell astotheles????#like yeah that was the plan ig but like... hawk and tod are with team snakemouth he knows this #maybe he wasnt ready to be released yet someone check this mantis for a concussion #ALSO its so funny that he thinks yin wouldnt immediately be swept up by the fucking swarm #frankly im surprised they havent taken vi lol #kina could probably actually help lol #team snakemouth: help we need some competent adult women. we have 3 confused dads. an artist. 1 teenager #and about 50 odd kids of various ages. pls help #the swarm: what vi's a kid too??? HOW COME SHE GETS TO DO STUFF AND NOT GET IN TROUBLE #vi: shut up i have a good thing going here. i'll teach you all how to fight if you don't bring up that i'm a kid too.

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Request: Yes or No

TW: Pietro dying imsosorry

I'm still unsure about love interests but I'm leaning towards Wanda and y/n having a brief romance and then Wanda goes to Vis and y/n goes to Bucky or someone else.

Sokovia was chilly but not too cold. It reminded you of the orphanage. Depressing, quiet, and not much interaction between the people around. You weren't surprised. War and bombs weren't something to celebrate. You directed people down the street with Clint, seeing some red energy moving around the streets as Wanda got to the civilians inside their homes. People slowly drove out of the city.

"All these people.. What happens if the city's destroyed?" You asked, frowning as you watched the mothers urge their children to walk faster and the elderly couples help each other.

"Well.. They'll find new homes somewhere else." Clint replied. You turned your head, making eye contact with Wanda. She frowned at Clint's words but stayed silent, looking away from you. You turned your head, hearing shouting and screaming.

"Shit." You whispered, feeling the roots wrap around your fingers. Wanda made a shield with her powers, buying time for the civilians around her to run. She grunted, falling to the ground. You quickly helped her up, hearing her whisper a thanks. You raised your hand, making the root shoot out and impale the robots head. You made a fist so the roots wrapped around the head, swinging your arm to the side and flinging it towards more robots. Wanda gave you a nod before walking away, helping some civilians up. You turned when an arrow whizzed past your head, breathing out a soft sigh.

"Unnecessary."

"It looked cool." Clint grinned. You rolled your eyes, approaching him. You felt the ground begin to tremble under your feet, the screaming getting louder.

"Clint?" You heard Ultron speaking through the robots.

"Stay next to me." Clint said, raising his bow and shooting an arrow at a robot. You nodded, raising your arms. The roots shoot out, wrapping around the neck of a robot and squeezing until the head shot up, making the body go limp. Wanda shot down one robot though you could see the fear in her eyes. She didn't know what to do and it was obvious. You looked up, seeing more robots flying in. Clint suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist, doing the same to Wanda and jumping through a window to avoid an explosion. He quickly sat up while Wanda whimpered and whispered panicked things under her breath.

"Wanda? Wanda, hey." You crawled towards her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. Clint frowned, scooting closer.

"You alright?" He asked gently.

"This is all our fault." She whimpered, hands trembling as she took in sharp breaths.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Clint called, watching her look at him with teary eyes.

"It's your fault, it's our fault, who cares? Are you up to this?" Clint asked, staring at her. Wanda didn't respond, still taking in quick breaths as her gaze flickered around.

"Look, I just need to know cause the city is flying."

"If you can't do this, you can leave with the civilians." You told her, gently rubbing her back.

"Look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, I have a bow and arrow, and (Y/N) is Mother Nature. None of this makes sense." Clint told her, grunting when the wall was shot at. Wanda flinched, leaning more against you.

"I can't do my job and babysit more than two people, okay?" You blinked at Clint's words, scoffing softly.

"It doesn't matter what you did or who you were. If you can't, stay here and I'll get your brother to come find you but if you step out that door, you are an Avenger." Clint said. Wanda stayed silent, thinking about his words. Clint stood up, getting three arrows ready.

"You coming?" Clint cocked a brow, kicking the doors open and stepping out. Wanda watched him go before meeting your eyes.

"You can do this, Wanda. Where's the girl who was able to put half of the Avengers out of commission?" You gave her a small smile. Wanda swallowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

"I-I'm scared."

"I am too. So is Clint, Cap, and everybody else. You know who's even more terrified? The civilians running around without a clue about what's going on. We have to ignore our fear in order to protect them because they're defenseless." You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling her trembling. You gave her shoulders a squeeze. You noticed a small flower in the cracks of the floor, moving your hand over it and watching it grow. You plucked it from the ground, placing it into her shakey hands.

"You'll be okay." You stood up, feeling her gaze on you as you exited the building. You swallowed, hands tingling as you searching for roots underground. You found some, raising your hand and watching them shoot up from the ground, wrapping around some of the robots flying. They wrapped around them, making them explode. You turned your head, seeing Wanda outside. She took out three robots at once, panting softly and turning towards you and Clint. You relaxed, the ground shaking gently as the roots from underground retreated back down.

"We're all clear." Clint said.

"We are not clear. We are not clear at all." Steve responded, voice strained. You hummed, chuckling softly. A flash ran by, picking up Wanda.

"Keep up, old man!" Pietro called as he ran. Clint clenched his jaw, raising an arrow.

"Nobody would know." He muttered, thinking it over as you laughed softly. A gust of wind went by again before you were picked up as well.

"Oh, fuck me-" You held onto Pietro, eyes shutting as you felt the wind hitting you. You could hear Clint mumbling things about Pietro, calling him a quick little bastard. Pietro set you down besides Wanda, a hand on your back as you stumbled a bit.

"I forgot I had a bagel for breakfast." You whispered, finding your footing.

"You'll get used to it." Wanda said with a chuckle. She walked forward, hands glowing red.

"No, no, I don't think I will." You replied, raising your hand at a robot. You blinked when the ground suddenly opened beneath the robot, causing it to fall in.

"That's new." You mumbled, surprised as you closed your fist, the ground returning to normal. Pietro grunted when he was grazed by a bullet. The robots stopped momentarily so you and the twins quickly rounded up as many civilians as possible. You heard Natasha and Steve talking before hearing Fury. You spotted the aircrafts, letting out a sigh of relief. You directed the people to the aircrafts, watching them get on.

"Avengers, time to work for a living." Tony called. You walked back to the center, seeing the others. You turned to face Ultron, adrenaline pumping. You were definitely gonna take a nap once the mission was over.

"Is that the best you can do?!" Thor shouted at Ultron. In response, Ultron raised his arm, hundreds of robots running and flying in. Your shoulders slumped as Steve looked at Thor.

"You had to ask." He muttered.

"This is the best I can do." Ultron replied, smugness in his voice.

"This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?" Ultron asked.

"Well.. Like the old man said.. Together?" Tony answered, hearing Hulk let out a cry. The center was quickly swarmed, robots coming in from above and the sides. You raised your arms and pulled apart, making the ground open.

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?"

"No clue but it's new and it's working." You glanced at Clint, bringing your arms together and crushing the robots stuck in the ground. Tony, Tony Jr, and Thor took care of Ultron while you and the others continued to fight. The robots began to retreat, giving you time to breath.

"You guys get to the boats. The air's getting thin." Steve ordered, looking over everyone.

"What about the core?" Clint asked.

"I'll protect it." Wanda announced, looking at Clint. "It's my job."

"Stay safe." You told her, brows raising. Wanda nodded.

"I will, Mother Nature." Wanda smiled softly. You returned the smile, following Natasha and Clint to a convertible. You got in the back, listening to Clint talk about some new plans for the home as he drove.

"Laura deserves a vacation." You called, staring up at the sky.

"That's what I've been saying! We need to go on an all girl vacation." Natasha said, earning a chuckle from you. You got out of the car, hearing Hulk grunting. Natasha quickly got out to go find him. You noticed a woman calling out for someone, frowning. Clint looked around for any movement, noticing a child stuck in the rubble.

"Clint-"

"Stay here." He instructed, getting off the boat and jogging towards the kid. You frowned, watching him. You heard gunshots, looking up and watching an aircraft shoot down, aiming right at Clint.

"Clint!" You screamed, getting off the boat and running towards him. You came to a slow stop, watching as Pietro's body fell over. You slowly walked towards him, getting down beside him. You pressed two trembling fingers to his neck but found no pulse. You looked at Clint through watery eyes, shaking your head. You swallowed, remembering the time when you were a child and healed an injured cat. You hovered your hand over one of the bullet holes, watching the root reach down but nothing happened. You frowned, feeling tears slip down your cheeks. You hadn't known him for long but you were looking forward to having a new friend.

"I'm sorry." You heard Steve's voice gently say, resting a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and stood, watching Steve pick up his body and take him to a boat. You followed, mind blank. You knew death came with the job but Pietro had years ahead of him. Clint reunited the child with his mother, grunting as he took a seat. You did the same, staring down at his body. Clint lied down, resting his head on your lap.

"You don't have to become an Avenger, (Y/N)." Clint grunted softly. You swallowed, shaking your head.

"I'm just gonna need a therapist." You whispered, hearing Clint laugh softly.

~~~~~~~~~~

You smiled, watching the video of Nathaniel playing with the toy you bought him. Wanda looked over your shoulder, cooing softly.

"Is that him?" She asked softly. You nodded, chuckling.

"Nathaniel Pietro Barton." You cooed, watching him. Wanda hummed, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Hey, love birds." Sam greeted with a teasing grin. You looked up at him, rolling your eyes as Wanda shook her head.

"We aren't a couple." She reminded him.

"Mhm." Sam nodded slowly, sounding and looking completely unconvinced. You turned off your phone, looking over his outfit. Sam noticed, hands going to his hips.

"Looks dope, right?" He grinned, nodding to himself.

"So.. All you do is fly?" You asked, watching his face drop when Rhodes cracked up.

"Yes, I fly. That's.. That's cool, right?" Sam asked, looking at the others. You shrugged, giving him a playful smile.

"I mean.. He can fly, Vision can fly, Wanda can fly..." You trailed off, chuckling at his scowl. You stood up, nodding.

"Yes, it is cool that you can fly, Wilson. I'm just messing with you." You said, putting your phone away. You turned your head when Steve and Natasha entered.

"Avengers, assemble!" He called, code words for get in line. You walked forward, standing beside Vision and Wanda. Natasha met your gaze, smiling.

"Did you see the video?" She mouthed, clearly excited. You gave her a small nod, smiling softly.

"(Y/N), Dr. Cho wants to talk with you after training. She has some theories she wants to run by you." Steve told you, heading down the steps and standing in front of the line. You nodded. After Hulk disappeared, Dr. Cho had approached you to finally run those tests. You still had no idea what triggered your new ability to open up the ground and it was something you had to work on during training.

"Let's begin." Natasha crossed her arms, a grin on her lips. You swallowed, watching her. You shared a glance with Wanda, being sent off to different spots in order to show off everyone's abilities.

"Let's start with you, Barton." Steve said, standing infront of you as Natasha placed down a pot with dirt. You lifted your hands, humming softly and taking a step back. Steve and Natasha hesitantly did the same. You made a fist, watching the bonsai tree burst up, overgrown and roots spilling over the pot. The roots moved, movements following your fingers.

"How are you doing with your other abilities?" Steve asked, watching the roots. You swallowed, looking at him.

"Still working on it." You answered, lowering your hands. The tree retracted back into the pot. Laura had mentioned that if there was more to your powers, you could end up being the most powerful person on Earth. You just needed to figure out how to control them at any given moment. The two moved onto Wanda. You watched her show off her abilities. Pietro would be proud of her. You thought about him a lot. The way he sacrificed himself for Clint and the child. How broken Wanda looked.

You turned your head as the boat landed, watching people get out and be tended to by medics. Clint got up, leaving the boat as well with soft grunts. You spotted Wanda, relieved she had gotten to safety before the rock exploded. Wanda silently got on the boat, expression blank until she saw her brother. Her brows slightly raised, eyes watering as she gently got on the ground beside him. Soft sobs left her as she raised his head and placed it on her lap, gently running her fingers through his hair. Tears ran down her dirt and ash covered cheeks. You sat down beside her, wrapping gentle arms around her and pulling her against your body. Her sobs turned into cries. She cried until she couldn't anymore, letting them take away the body. She stared blankly at the spot where his body had lied, sniffling.

"I'm alone." She whispered. "I have no one."

"You have me."

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17wishbones · 3 years

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Thank you all who have liked, reblogged, and commented on this Demon Slayer Quickie. Rengoku is just a breath of fresh air kind of character (as are the rest) but his time on screen still hurts. I’ll stop crying about and instead keep posting chapters. I hope to do so nightly or every other day. Let’s love him together! So here is more Rengoku goodness. - - - - - - - CHAPTER III: UNNECESSARY APPROVAL

You sat next to Kyōjurō with your head drawn down. His father had a despicable aura pouring out from him and it made you bite your bottom lip from drawing into a frown. ‘Respect his father. Respect his father. Respect his father.’ You repeated in your head as a mantra.

“Father, _____ and I are engaged and to be wed at the end of this year!”

Rengoku Shinjurō scoffed while not even looking your or his son’s way. “Someone useless like you marrying someone worthless like her? Hmph! How sad.”

Your nails painfully dug through the hakama pants, daring to break skin. He really pissed you off. Rengoku answered him nonetheless. “Do not insult my soon-to-be-wife,” he spoke with a stern tone, taking his stance, “As she will be part of our family.”

Shinjurō shrugged his shoulders. “Do what you want. You’ll die against the demons anyways. What use will you be then? Go ahead and get yourselves killed.”

You bit your bottom lip hard this time, keeping your words to yourself in order to respect Kyōjurō but it hurt to see the pain in his eyes and it hurt you to the core. Here he was with a father and younger brother and the drinker acted like neither of them existed. Your existence be damned, but. . . you didn’t move a muscle until Rengoku moved.

Once removed from his presence, you were ready to burst into tears of anger. How could he, a former Hashira, talk down upon one of the best things in your life!?

“Don’t cry, My Sunflower!” He embraced you close. “I won’t let even his words dim my flames!”

“You’re too good for this world,” you murmured, “And I hate seeing you like that. It hurts to see a living parent not want to be with their kids.” You sniffled. “I wouldn’t put my children through that.”

“You mean, “our'' children, right?” He gently smooched your forehead.

“Our children,” you repeated, “How many did you want again?”

“Ten is a good even number!”

“Eh!? Ten!? How about you reconsider with three or four kids?”

“At a time? That sounds perfect!”

“That’s not how it works, Kyōjurō! And how will I work with so many kids?”

“You won’t have to worry as I will become a hard-working husband and father, to make sure my wife and children are well taken care of!”

“And I’ll get to be a big uncle!” Senjuro exclaimed as he came out of a nearby room, waiting on you both. “And how did Father take the news?”

You sharply turned your head. “Just as when I told him we both became Hashira - not great. Regardless! We are to wed before the end of this year, so our plans have not changed!”

Senjuro ran up and hugged you . “I can’t wait to have my big sister!”

“And I can’t wait to have you as my little brother, Senjuro.” When you looked into their vibrant eyes and loving smiles, you couldn’t ever imagine leaving them for anything. Not even he could make you run away. “I love you and your big brother so much. No matter what, I’ll never leave.”

Rengoku’s chest swelled with pride. “I am the luckiest man to have you as my wife! That’s why I will never stop fighting for you!”

“And so will I!” Your enthusiasm made him bloom with desire. The time of the meeting was, unfortunately, so close, but if fate was on his side, they’ll be on a mission together this time.

“RENGOKU AND _____, MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE PILLAR MEETING!”

“Oh,” you gazed at the crow above, “It’s already time to go. We will be seeing you again soon, Senjuro.” You leaned down and gave him smooches on each side of his cheek. “You take care, okay?”

“I will!”

“What about me, Sunflower?” Rengoku asked. “I want three for good luck!”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, alright. Come here.” One kiss, two kiss, three kiss, four…

“MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE PILLAR MEETING NOW!”

If it weren’t for the crow, you would still be at the Rengoku Estate, letting him pollinate your flower. “On the way!” You shouted. “Shall we?”

Happy, Rengoku held your hand and began leading the way. “Be good, Senjuro!”

You felt so lucky that both brothers treated you as an equal, as someone who was loveable and desirable. For them, all of what you did was worth it.

‘Fingers crossed that we get paired together. Just have to get through this meeting-’

The sudden push of swarming auras met you at the corner, where the other Hashira gathered. You knew that feeling well. Some still rejected you, even though it was clear and evident that you had the strength and the drive to be a Flame Hashira. It frightened you at times, their inward feelings. You had wished to not be cursed with this kind of ability, however. . .

“Good morning, everyone!” Rengoku made the aura dissipate with every footstep, lighting an open path into the closed circle. Every step filled with purpose. Every word full of confidence. He refused to let your hand go as you both approached them. Shock still riddled them from his rooftop outburst last time. He truly meant every word, and he wanted them all to know that this was real, and it was happening.

Words and expressions were chosen over an exchange of Nichirin blades as fighting another as a Hashira went against the code. Ubuyashiki’s word was law, but if Rengoku had the opportunity if he were not loyal to the code, he’d challenge those opposing to a 1v1, square up or shut up, match.

“My children, good morning.”

You both released hands and knelt before Ubuyashiki’s arrival. “You have gathered as much information as you could, but even still, Muzan remains out of reach, and there have been more cases of demons arising. So, I will group you today.”

His words softened as the confines of your mind filled with indifference of your trip down in Asakusa. You considered another daring trip to see if you can find just anything that’d bring everyone closer to locating his whereabouts. Maybe even where a couple of the 12 Kizuki reside.

“Rengoku and _____, you’ll be heading back to Osaka. I heard you got very close to finding him, _____.”

“Yes, or so I’d like to think. A horde of demons erased his trail, and so I couldn’t follow it thereafter. I believe they sent them to put me off of his trail, and to have me dead.”

“That is why Rengoku will be your partner.”

“Thank you, Master! This arrangement is most suitable!” Rengoku couldn’t help smiling. For once, fate really was on his side!

Even though Ubuyashiki couldn’t see, he knew that the two of you connected. As two Flame Hashira, you both were going to be a force to be reckoned with. “Good. This concludes our meeting. Make haste to your next assignment.” - - - - - - - - - Chapter: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII (Part 1) / (Part 2) / (Part 3)

#rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x you #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #romance #anime

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athenadione · 3 years

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"Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender" with damirae please <3<3<3

‘you are good’

This one was a bit more challenging, and definitely mushy. Thank you Vi for being my beta, and giving me some super helpful suggestions to wrap up this one-shot.

Hope you enjoy :) -AD

Pairing: DamiRae Words: 1,360 Rated: G with implied mature scenes

At first glance, one would think he’s gazing mindlessly at the television ahead, pondering just how stupid Shaggy can be to open that closet door. And he is, for a moment.

Of course the perpetrator is behind it, ax poised to strike. His brow twitches, distaste tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He must have hit a new low, resorting to watching Cartoon Network— though that was her show of choice and there’s nothing he will deny her; But how she’s able to watch this show and enjoy it is beyond him.

She’s not even watching it. It’s more background noise than anything else, but if she’s happy, then what else can he ask for? And he is too… for the most part.

By the time the whimsical chasing scene ensues his eyes are already glossing over again, hands fisting ever so lightly in his lap as persistent, deprecating thoughts swarm his mind.

Of all the things to obsess over, he wouldn’t have had the slightest notion it’d be over a flippant comment, but now he can’t stop.

“Are you kidding me? Almost everyone we fight has an identity crisis! How too far gone do you gotta be to not know killing people is wrong? Psychos.”

Ever since their debriefing this morning after Gar’s mindless jab, one ever-pressing question has been consuming him the entirety of the afternoon.

And even though Gar couldn’t have known how his words would have affected him, Damian had been surprised to feel the short pang in his chest that spoke of a deeper level of pain and insecurity. One that he realized just then that he hadn’t quite healed from.

Is he still in the midst of an identity crisis, after all this time? After all of his growth?

Logically, it makes sense that he would continue to… question himself. After all, he'd been groomed for successorship of the League from birth until he was ten years old, then tossed into a world of vigilantes with strict moral codes that went against everything he had previously learned.

He had thought he’d come to terms with it all. Especially after living at the monastery.

It’s true that he still finds himself withholding that final decapitating strike, and maybe more than once he’s considered how much more effective it would be if he didn’t. Justice, not vengeance. He doesn’t know how many times he’s held onto that mantra like a lifeline, especially after he nearly killed Dollmaker.

Is he really second guessing his rectitude? Surely I’ve established a clear sense of morality by now. I’m not too far gone, no matter what Gar says.

Something pokes at his thigh, pulling him from his thoughts, and he looks down to see a dainty barefoot pressed into his leg, toes wiggling enticingly. Despite his inner calamity, he can’t help the light smirk that plays at his lips. Cute isn’t a word anyone would hear spilling from his mouth, but if he ever had to describe her feet, that’s the word he’d choose.

His gaze flicks up a pale, slender leg, hovering there a moment, before moving on to the novel that’s now slack in her hands. Jane Eyre— of course. She’s always loved the classics. Continuing his quest up, he reaches pools of lavender— and to his chagrin he finds that they’re filled with mirth.

“You’re thinking up a literal storm cloud, habibi. You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

He gives her an affronted glare, though they both know he doesn’t really mean the anger behind it. Grasping the arch of her foot, he arches a brow while he begins to massage it absentmindedly, taking mental note of the soft moan that escapes her lips. “I’d never call watching that ridiculous show relaxing,” he cocks his head, gesturing towards the t.v., “It’s more infuriating than anything— and poor detective work if you ask me.”

Her lips quirk upwards. “It’s a cartoon, Damian. It’s not meant to be realistic, it’s meant to be funny. Relaxing.”

“Tt.”

She nudges him again. “So what’s wrong?”

He presses his lips together, taking care to keep his face emotionless. “Nothing.”

When she gives him an inscrutable look he scowls. Of course I had to fall in love with an empath.

He sighs when she doesn’t relent. Resisting the urge to fidget his leg, he tenses and finds a spot at the floor between his feet. Just ask her.

“Habibti, am I still… good?” he asks, too tentatively for his taste.

Raven’s brows draw together and she gives him a reflective, silent stare. He knows that she’s trying to get a read on his emotions, to string together the reason why he would ask such an aimless question.

It doesn’t take her long to figure it out, and her face softens only a few moments later. “Oh. This is about what Gar said earlier, isn’t it?”

He frowns and nods once, then turns back to the t.v. The next episode has begun to play, and the music of the theme song does nothing to deter him from the rolling wave of disparate emotions swelling up in his throat.

Arguably, he had a more traumatic upbringing than many of the villains they fought on a daily basis. What if he is still that person?? He can hear the voice. What if his carefully constructed restraint slips during a battle?

What if one day I don’t stop that final blow? What if I’ve just been pretending this whole time?

“Habibi.” Raven calls out to him and he turns his head once more as she moves, folding her book and placing it aside. “Come here,” she murmurs.

Her hand reaches out to him and he leans forward just as she shifts one foot underneath her to sit up comfortably on the couch. With a wave of her hand the volume on the t.v. turns to a mere whisper, and the other hand that’s reaching out to him finds the back of his neck, tugging him even closer to her. Then she rests her forehead directly against his, and his eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes against hers.

All of a sudden he’s enveloped in solace.

“You are good.” She whispers, lips ghosting over his own. “I would know. I can feel you, remember?”

He breathes in deep, catching the peppermint shampoo of her hair. Her thumb strokes the back of his neck soothingly and he relishes in the feeling, allowing her calming empathy to sweep through him.

It’s almost funny how quickly she grounds me, in just a few short words. She had said so much more though, in the way that she held him.

“I love you,” he whispers, smiling into the kiss that she presses against his lips. She responds in kind, humming into his mouth, “I love you too.”

This concern won’t ever go away completely, but at least I have her by my side to help me through it. Watch over me, habibti.

“I know of something else that we can do to help put your mind at ease.” Raven’s voice drops to a low, husky sound that sends his heart racing.

“Oh?” he asks, mildly amused when she pulls away from him to push at his chest, and the back of his head hits the arm of the couch with a light thud when he falls. She follows. The sight of her, hovering over him with parted lips and hooded eyes is nothing short of divine beauty. And she’s all mine. “As long as it has nothing to do with that halfwitted cartoon,” he says as an added quip.

“I’m thinking of a more… hands on approach.” The smirk she throws him makes him chuckle. That is, until she straddles his waist and rocks into him languidly. Then it dissolves into a groan of pleasure.

“Whatever you think is best habibti.”

She draws closer to him with a smile, and he reaches up to thread a hand through soft, silky locks.

His last coherent thought before she takes precedence over all his senses is that if this is his reward for being good, then he’ll do whatever it takes to never be bad again.

#damirae #damian wayne #damian x raven #raven #one shot prompts #I guess I hc that one of Raven’s fav shows is scooby doo? lol

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ooops-i-arted · 3 years

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Din's morning routine: finding Yoditos in various inconvenient places while trying to get ready in AM. OR view frim inside of 'fresher door - dozens of tiny hands and "Dads?!" Happiest if Birthdays to you!

Thank you! Please enjoy this outline of Din's morning. And this was also inspired by your request.

3:38 AM

Din rolled over to check the chrono, or at least as much as he could with a snoring juvenile varactyl using half of him as a pillow. Twenty-two minutes still until his alarm went off. He lay back down and closed his eyes, hoping for a little bit more sleep.

3:57 AM

A wail started growing louder and Din’s dream of searching for his children in the ruins of Aq Vetina melted away as he sat up, struggling out from underneath Boga Jr. He knew that sound. The babies were awake early this morning.

Quickly he stumbled into the children’s room, finding that fortunately only Yod’ika 99 and Yod’ika 94 had woken each other up in the crib. He scooped them up and held them to his collarbone with one hand, humming softly and soothing them with the vibrations in his throat while he used his free hand to fix a bottle of formula for each of them and set it in the rack Kuiil had constructed to suspend over a matching line of customized infant seats, each labeled with the number of Yod’ika it was sized for. Once his two little ones were sufficiently soothed he set them in their seats and tilted the bottles into their reach, allowing them to drink while he started preparing another batch of breakfast for the others still asleep.

The infants were still being bottle-fed, so he fixed up those first and set them in the racks so they were ready for their recipients. Next were the older kids; the three jars of minced salamander had the closest expiration date so he set up bowls of those and stacked them in the fridge for when the older children woke up. A few servings he put through the food processor and mashed first, for the youngest toddlers who still had difficulty chewing as much.

4:25 AM

IG-11 always entered quietly enough not to wake the children but still with some familiar mechanical whirring of gears. He always claimed Kuiil had forgotten to oil them again, but Din had overheard Cara telling IG-11 not to be so quiet to not startle Din a few weeks ago. Din wasn’t quite to the point where he could thank IG-11 for the effort but he did appreciate it in silence.

“You’re early,” Din commented.

“My morning optimizing subroutines finished early,” the droid said in its flat voice. “I have been running some in the evening as well before shutting down, to be as efficient as possible.”

“These two are awake and fed,” Din said, removing the bottles from the racks and scooping up two of his smallest sons.

“I will engage tummy time routines.”

Din set the two in IG-11’s clawlike hands. “Try and stay quiet.”

IG-11 took the babies. Din could already hear a few more starting to stir, but let IG-11 handle them as he returned to his room. He hadn’t found time to shower yesterday so he definitely had to this morning.

Boga Jr. was awake and already rearranged the bedding into a bigger mess, looking proud of her efforts to reconstruct her “nest” as she usually did. Din scratched her head feathers before pulling out his jumpsuit and fresh underwear - dank ferrik, was he due for another load of laundry already? - and heading for the ’fresher.

4:45

He’d taken care of his bladder and brushed his teeth and was halfway into the shower when a bright voice said “Good morning, Buir!”

Din stared. “Yod’ika 18, what are you doing in the sink?”

“I’m cleaning myself,” said the little one as Din glanced at the definitely-locked door.

“Why?”

Yod’ika 18 looked down guiltily. “I had an accident…”

Din got a towel around his waist before going over to check on Yod’ika 18. “Yeah, looks like you did… you know you can get up in the night to go potty, right?”

Yod’ika 18 frowned and looked down. “It’s just so dark at night…”

“We’ll see about getting a night light in there, okay?” Din helped him out of the dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper before pulling out another tunic that passed the sniff test. “Wear this for a little bit and we’ll get you properly dressed after breakfast.”

“No!” said Yod’ika 18, shying away. “It’s stinky, Buir!”

Din sighed, but he was awake enough by now to remember what a neat freak Yod’ika 18 was. “Okay, okay, come here.”

Din scooped the little one up, making sure his towel stayed secure as he went to the closet and pulled out the first outfit he found. “Here you go.”

“It’s not my favorite color…”

“Yod’ika 18,” Din said sternly, and finally Yod’ika 18 submitted to being dressed in the yellow tunic. “Go see IG-11 and he can get you breakfast,” Din said, shooing the little one along.

“But I want to eat with you, Buir.”

“Then wait a little bit and I’ll join you when I get out of the shower.”

The pattering of oversized gangly varactyl feet was his only warning. Boga Jr. loved snatching up clothes and flinging them around and he just managed to get the closet door shut in time to remember that what she really loved was snatching things directly from him, and he only had one article of “clothing” on him right now.

Din barely grabbed the towel in time. “BOGA JR, NO!”

She tugged playfully on it with all her juvenile varactyl strength, encouraged by Yod’ika 18’s giggles. “Stop it!” Din ordered, barring her from getting closer with his leg; he needed both hands to keep his towel. “Sit, girl!” he said desperately, and luckily she followed the command, her tail thrashing proudly.

“Go tell IG-11 that Boga Jr. needs to be fed,” Din told Yod’ika 18.

He hurried off to perform the special chore, loudly saying, “Of course, Buir, I will help you!”

Boga Jr., knowing food was imminent, hurried after Yod’ika 18. But now Din could hear more stirring, more pattering feet and perking ears and chattering little voices.

He barely made it to the bathroom in time. As soon as he shut and locked the door there were already scratching noises and bustling little bodies and loud little voices. “Good morning Daddy!” “Papa I want to come in.” “Stop pushing me!” “Daddyyyyyyyyyy-” “Come eat breakfast with us Buir!” “Dada, food, I hungwy…”

The doorknob started moving all by itself. Din grabbed it and held fast. “Anyone who opens this door with the Force doesn’t get frogs for a week!” he yelled in desperation.

Suddenly the door stopped vibrating slightly and it was quiet on the other side.

“Go and tell IG-11 you’re awake,” Din said. “I’ll be out soon and I’ll eat with you.”

He listened for acknowledgment and to make sure the horde retreated before finally, finally getting into the shower. Just in time to find out IG-11 had used all the hot water on food prep and dishes.

5:10 AM

Din toweled his hair dry just enough to not make the inside of his helmet gross before leaving the bathroom and going to his bedroom to put it on. He didn’t bother with the rest of the armor yet, but even though IG-11 was the only person - thing, droid, whatever - there not a family member, he still didn’t like breaking the spirit of the Creed’s helmet rule anyway. And there was no telling whenever anyone else might come by.

He knew food had to be out and served since no one was swarming him, and he passed through the kids’ room to see how many were still asleep. Not many - once they were up, the horde usually swarmed like flies on a ronto.

“Dad?” asked a sleepy voice just as Din was about to step out, and he turned to see his eldest sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning, Yod’ika,” Din said. “You still sleepy or ready for breakfast?”

Yod’ika held out his arms in a plea to be held. “Breakfast.”

Din scooped him up obligingly; every child in his care needed individualized attention but Yod’ika was always extra hungry for it. He snuggled up under Din’s chin and Din smiled, rocking him a little. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yeah,” he said. “No bad dreams.”

“Good,” said Din, and he made sure the few remaining Yod’ike were fast asleep before carrying Yod’ika into the kitchen.

Most of the awake Yod’ike were sitting at the table but several were still crawling and toddling on the floor, too restless to eat yet or already finished, and the babies still in their feeding chairs were starting to cry. Din hurried over to get them out first, his helmet’s audio feed automatically adjusting to the volume.

“Buir, come eat with us!”

“Hold on, let me get the babies first,” he said without looking at who had called for him. He felt a stubborn, otherworldly pull on his hands. “No!” he told the babies firmly, and the sensation stopped. Din was glad they were responding better; the last thing he needed was an infant unexpectedly yanking him around. Carefully he extracted the infants from their feeding seats and passed them over into IG-11’s supervision, watching the droid as he carefully put them in the playpen he’d set up for them. Only the very youngest ones could still be counted on to stay where you put them, and Din knew he wasn’t going to have that luxury much longer. Even little Ika’ika was already squirming in protest in the playpen, rolling over repeatedly to try and make himself move.

More Yod’ike toddled in, calling for him, so Din told them good morning and started heating and setting out more bowls of minced salamander.

“I want frog,” whined Yod’ika 27.

“We’re eating the salamander today,” Din said. “We’ll have frog another day.”

“Can we go frog hunting today, Baba?” asked Yod’ika 14, quickly echoed by several of his brothers. “It’s been ages since we got to!” insisted Yod’ika 18.

Din knew “ages” meant “a week” but it was one of the clan’s favorite activities. “I need to look at the schedule and see if there’s a pond that’s been rotated long enough. If we go too soon, there won’t be enough frogs -”

“For us and for the animals,” chimed in multiple Yod’ike.

“Exactly,” said Din. Proudly, “Good job remembering.”

“We hafta take care of the en-vi-en-met,” added Yod’ika 33.

“You’re right,” Din said, finally getting his own bowl of human protein-fortified cereal and sitting down at the table, setting his helmet in his lap where it was safest from sticky hands.

“Can I try some, Buir?” asked Yod’ika 6, reaching out.

“No,” Din said, waving his spoon at his son’s hands. “Eat your own.”

6:00 AM

Everyone was awake - it was rare any of the Yod’ike slept through the din of their brothers - and everyone was fed, so now it was time to get ready for the day.

“You all know the drill,” Din told them. “Old clothes in the laundry, use the potty, IG-11 set out new clothes for you, and then brush your teeth.”

They all chattered agreeably and then the storm of pajamas flying through the air began. At this point Din was used to the commotion, so he pulled off the shirt that landed in his face off and went over to start changing the babies one by one, occasionally pausing to remind the others no laundry fights but otherwise going as fast as he could before -

“Buir, I need help,” said Yod’ika 44’s little voice at his ankle.

“Ask one of your brothers,” Din said, barely remembering to say it instead of automatically helping his son. “Right now I’m changing the babies.”

“But I want you to do it, Buir.”

“Then you need to wait.”

Sometimes it worked, but more often than not Din had a cluster of Yod’ike seeking help (and attention) sitting at his feet. Today Yod’ika 44 sat right on his foot, clutching his new outfit and underwear.

Din felt something wet on his foot and his stomach turned. “Did you wipe?”

“Oops!” Yod’ika 44 ran back to the bathroom.

Din didn’t look down. He just quickly grabbed a wipe and cleaned his foot very thoroughly before anyone else came over.

By the time he was working on Ika’ika - a delicate task, changing the smallest diaper in the galaxy and stuffing the squirming infant into the smallest custom mudhorn-patterned onesie Cara had brought back from her last trip into the Core - a whole cluster of children were at his feet, arguing who was first for help and shouting at Yod’ika for trying to force them to accept his help, Yod’ika the loudest as he yelled back that he was the oldest and his help was just as good as Dad’s.

Din knew if he let go of Ika’ika, even for a second, all his hard work making the wiggly baby get dressed would be undone, so he ignored the fuss until finally he could hand Ika’ika over to IG-11, who deposited him back into the playpen with his littlest brothers. “Okay,” Din said. “Who needs help?”

With at least thirty kids clamoring “Me! Me! Me!” it was impossible to tell who had really been first. Din had found the most success by making it into a game and randomizing it, so he said everyone with a blue outfit had to go see IG-11, everyone with a mythosaur on their clothes had to go ask Yod’ika for assistance, and anyone with a mudhorn should wait for him. They were used to the game so there wasn’t a lot of protest, and now Din had only five children waiting. He pulled on shirts and shorts, gently folded ears through a hat, and tucked Yod’ika 29’s malformed feet into their supportive shoes.

“Are we all ready?” Din asked his brood, all eagerly staring up at him.

“You’re not ready, Dad,” pointed out Yod’ika, and the others all nodded in agreement.

Din looked down. The flightsuit was on, and already stained by food and slobber from when he’d helped his sons eat and from when Boga Jr. had rested her head in his lap, trying to steal scraps. He suppressed a sigh. “No, I guess I’m not.”

7:02 AM

His armor was on, even polished a bit thanks to Yod’ika 3 sneaking into his room for some quiet time in Din’s room. (“But I was being an Armorer,” he’d said so sweetly, and he’d used the right polish, so he got out of any consequences.) He’d remade the bed so it wasn’t currently a varactyl’s nest. The kids were all awake, fed, and dressed, and ready to take on the day. And now, so was he.

“Dad, come on, let’s play!”

“I’m coming.” Din put his helmet on, and stepped outside, ready for anything the galaxy had to throw at him today.

#i did veer off the original request but i had fun #asks #anon #101 yoditos au #requests #fic #the mandalorian #din djarin #ika'ika #boga jr

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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American Dream

Genre: angst with a happy ending/fluff

Pairing: romantic Dukexiety

World: just-out-of-high-school AU

Content: homophobia, threatened abuse from parents (no actual violence), extreme cold, getting kicked out, minor religious talk, getting outed, AIDS and death mention, fluffy Dukexiety because my heart needs it.

Word count: 2.3k

Comments: She doesn’t have Tumblr, but I need to give a shout out to my kiddo for proof reading and beta-ing most of my fics. She pushes me to write more, and even if she won’t see this, I just need to say it.

This fic is inspired by the song American Dream by MKTO.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

The night coolness spread through Virgil like a sickness. It was unforgiving, toxic, seeped with the memories of the evening that curled through his stomach in dark tendrils. Below his bare feet, the sidewalk burned in the way that only ice does, small pebbles digging into his soles. He would do anything for socks. God, why hadn’t he grabbed socks?

Probably for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed shoes.

Please pick up, please pick up, c’mon, pick up already!

His eyes hurt. They already burned with unshed tears that he’d still been too scared to release, and the cool air didn’t help. Crying on the street was a vulnerability he wasn’t ready to face. His lungs burned. He’d been sprinting non-stop for who knows how long. His own panicked gulps for air and the all-too-loud hum of a blinking streetlight were the only sound on the silent street. Virgil had been watching the moths swarm at the fixture for who knows how long, finding odd solace in the fact that at least there was still some life in the darkness. They were still alive, untouched, same as they were yesterday and probably the same as they would be tomorrow, unfazed by the complete turmoil his life had become. And that was somewhat comforting.

“Virgie, you okay? It’s almost midnight!”

Thank fucking god. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain to Remus what had happened. Obviously, Remus would care. That wasn’t a doubt in his mind; that was the only reason he wasn’t anxious as all fuck right now… about the call, that is. He was anxious about approximately everything else. But as soon as the first noise made its way past his lips, the first utterance of a plea for help, everything that he’d been holding back burst forth like a broken dam. He clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the loud sobbing that he suddenly couldn’t contain.

“Shit. Virgil, what happened? I’m coming over. Are you at home?”

That’s the issue. “No,” he gasped, mildly surprised he hadn’t crushed the phone with the way his grip tightened, “I got kicked out.”

“What the fuck?!”

Virgil flinched. “Can… can you come p-pick me up? I’m at the corner of Jackson and Pullard. Please, please, come get me…”

“Yes. Absolutely. I’m on my way. Stay there, okay?”

Virgil hung up reluctantly after agreeing, not wanting his boyfriend to drive while on the phone, even if Remus gladly would have done it. In fact, he’d used to do it all the time; text, eat, do his makeup, all while cruising down the freeway. He’d only put a stop to it when he saw how much it affected Virgil.

He counted down the minutes on his phone, always having been nitpicky with times, knowing that it shouldn’t take Remus more than ten minutes to get there. If he remembered correctly where he was at the moment, that is. Remus had gotten kicked out of his parents’ house in his senior year of high school after a bad fight. They’d never really been great parents, always showing favoritism towards his brother (amongst other things), and he was more than willing to leave. Virgil had tried to beg his parents to let Remus stay with them, but they’d downright refused, calling him a bad influence and a string of other insults that Virgil didn’t even like to think about. God forbid what would happen if they found out the two were dating.

…Well, they did now. And God hadn’t exactly forbidden what they’d done.

But Remus hadn’t had a solid place to live since it had happened almost a year ago. He couch surfed for a while, bouncing between some old friends who had now gone off to college, or just lived in his car. He’d made it work, and had claimed to Virgil that he actually didn’t mind it that much. If he was telling the truth, Virgil wasn’t sure. He’d saved up some money and bought an inflatable mattress that filled up his back seat area, and Virgil was able to give him his family’s old camping stove by convincing them they lost it. It’s not like they’d gone camping since he was a kid, anyways. Last he’d checked, Janus was home for break and Remus was staying with him for the two weeks he was in town, but those two weeks were probably pretty close to done. Unfortunately, Virgil and Janus had never gotten along, so Remus didn’t bring him up. It was a mutual understanding.

As soon as Remus’ car pulled up to the curb, ten minutes on the dot, Virgil basically flung himself into the passenger seat. The car was warm, so so warm, he almost cried again, this time in relief. Remus pulled back onto the road as soon as he was buckled on.

“Vee, what happened?” It wasn’t hard to guess, there were only so many reasons his parents would have to kick him out. He’d narrowed it down to his parent’s finally having it with Virgil’s tattoo artist dream, or… well…

“Someone at my mom’s work found my Instagram. She went up to my mom, basically started gushing about ‘how handsome I was with my boyfriend’. Specifically the picture of us at Pride from a couple years ago.”

“Ah.” Remus knew the picture well. He’d printed it out and it was pinned to the inside of his sun visor.

“Yeah. Mom called my dad, they were both waiting when I got home. Had screenshots and everything. They grilled me about ‘dishonoring God’ and ‘throwing away my life’. Said I was gonna get AIDS. Die before twenty five. Ya know. The whole lecture.”

Remus didn’t. Surprisingly, him being gay was not a concern of his parent’s. His brother was gay too, and they didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He nodded along anyways.

“They went on for so long. It was insane. Then they dropped the whole ‘you’re not our son’ thing-” Virgil’s voice cracked, but he swallowed around the lump in his throat and continued, “I figured this is where it was leading to, them kicking me out? I thought they’d give me time to pack, though. Except my dad started getting physical-”

“HE WHAT?!” Remus was tempted to turn the fucking car around and drive to Virgil’s house, just to give his parents a piece of his mind. He was fuming; fuck, he hadn’t been this mad in a while.

“Relax, Rem. I got out before he could actually land a hit. That’s why I don’t have anything with me. I had to run.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know.” Virgil pulled his feet up onto the seat cross legged, trying to rub some feeling back into them. Luckily, they weren’t bleeding, just cold as hell. That was one less thing to worry about. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course, Vi,” Remus’ voice had taken on a softer edge that he rarely allowed anyone to see, and he reached over to take one of Virgil’s hands into his own, “Speaking of which, why were you on Jackson? That’s, what, three miles away from your house?”

“When I say I ran, I mean literally. I was scared they would follow me.” Virgil shrugged, as if the statement wasn’t the most heartbreaking thing Remus had ever heard. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just ran. That’s why it took me so long to realize I should call you.”

Remus sighed, letting his thumb run against Virgil’s knuckles. “You don’t have to act all brave, Vi.”

“I don’t think I ever saw you cry when you got kicked out.”

“That’s because I didn’t love my parents. I honestly didn’t. I know your parents mean a lot to you. And I’m sorry it went down like it did.”

It was the truth, but he honestly didn’t want to think about it right now. What kind of loving family kicks out their child? Virgil took a shaky breath in and mumbled, “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Okay. Let’s talk about something else. What’s our plan?”

Virgil was quiet for a long moment, as if deep in thought. He watched the scenery fade from his suburban area of town to the darker, rural parts of the town’s edge, not knowing or caring where they were driving. The escape from street lights was nice. “Why do we need a plan?”

Remus’ eyebrows shot up at the sudden playful tone in Virgil’s words. “Oh?”

“I mean, is anything really holding us here?”

“My, my,” Remus crooned, pulling into an empty lot and parking in the furthest spot from the street, “I thought I was the impulsive one.”

“I’m serious, Rem!” Virgil laughed, swatting lightly at Remus’ hand. The happy sound was like music to his ears. “I’m dead serious! What’s keeping us here?”

“Patton? Logan?”

“Both across the country. And you know they’re considering staying there when they graduate.” Janus’ name was an understood thing. They both knew his school was barely an hour from the other two. Even if Virgil couldn’t stand the guy, he knew that Remus and Janus went far back. Judging by Remus’ slowly brightening expression, he could assume that Janus would probably be down to stay there as well.

“Work?”

“I work at Walmart. They won’t miss me. Try again.”

Remus scrunched his eyebrows almost thoughtfully, even though this was maybe the easiest decision he’d ever had to make. Plus, they both knew Remus didn’t really ‘think’ in general. “It almost sounds like you want to take a roadtrip, my little emo.”

Virgil scrunched his nose at the nickname, but let a wider smile spread across his tear stained cheeks. “I kind of do.”

Remus shut the car off, turning to his boyfriend with a shit eating grin. “I like this new side of you.”

“Well…” Virgil’s voice turned sheepish under the almost cheshire cat level expression, “Should we?”

“Let’s make up our minds tomorrow.” Remus stated, gesturing to the mattress behind him, “Sleep for tonight. You must be exhausted, coming up with ideas like this.”

Virgil grumbled under his breath, something about ‘not being a baby’, but clambered into the backseat after Remus, double checking the locks on the doors as he went. The air mattress was comfier than he thought it would be, and it was only made better when Remus pulled him in like a teddy bear, tugging a blanket over them. They both sighed in contentment, then promptly burst out laughing at the synchronicity.

“Oh my god, what have we become?” Remus gasped, pulling Virgil in closer nonetheless. Virgil snorted in response, looking up to meet Remus’ eyes through a haze of sudden exhaustion and amusement. The laughter died down slowly as they both gave in to their fatigue, finishing the day with a slow kiss that left them both breathless. Virgil fell asleep with plans forming and circulating through his mind, the rest of the evening almost forgotten.

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His parents were at work, and Virgil knew their kitchen window didn’t lock properly, which was what led to him stuffing everything he could into a black duffel bag while Remus kept watch from his car. He wasn’t too concerned about the parents coming home, but it gave him ample time to look over the map he’d bought from the gas station that morning and plan a route. He didn’t want to admit that his leg was shaking from pure excitement. This idea had been somewhere in the back of his mind for a long time, but he knew Virgil valued his relationship with his family and liked being near them, so he never brought it up. Granted, the situation wasn’t great, but he considered this ‘making the best of it’. A twisted paradise.

He barely flinched as his trunk was thrown open and Virgil threw his bag inside before hopping back into his seat.

“Okay, so how about we drive up to Maine, apparently the sea food is legendary! Then we cut back through Ohio. There’s literally nothing in Ohio, but we can cross it off the list at least! And then-”

Virgil laughed, cutting him off, “I thought we weren’t planning!”

“Well, we need at least a rough idea,” Remus said with a pout, “What we do there and how long we stay, that’s up to impulse. I was thinking we should try to get through all the states, wouldn’t that be cool?”

Virgil could only nod, leaning forward to kiss Remus again. “Sounds amazing,” he murmured, so close they were almost touching. They’d talked to Logan and Patton earlier that morning, and they were equally as excited for the two of them. Remus had called Janus while Virgil was packing, quickly explaining the situation (and also why Remus had disappeared in the middle of the night), and Janus supported it. Made sense, since he was almost as impulsive as Remus. Plus, he was going back to school in a couple days, so it didn’t make much of a difference. That said, they still didn’t have a time limit. Their friends were just starting second semester, meaning they could schedule themselves to arrive in California for summer break, or they could spend longer on the road. But schedules are for chumps.

As they rolled out of the quaint neighborhood Virgil had grown up in, Remus reached down and took his hand again. “Say goodbye to white picket fences.” And god, the joyful expression on Virgil’s face was enough to make him melt.

By the time they hit the freeway, they were both nearly shaking with anticipation. Virgil stuck his hands out the sunroof, the wind whipping through his hair, and let out a whoop that was almost contagious. This was the start of something amazing, they both felt it.

Cali, here we come.

#lywrites #sanderssidesfanfiction #sanderssides #dukexiety

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wanda-chaos-witch · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Vis!

It was Vision’s birthday, not that anyone had remembered, except Wanda.

She had bought him a book. Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ She figured that it was a classic and she knew he had not read it. She wasn’t sure if he was the type to enjoy fiction. But if she knew him at all, which she had better after meeting him a year ago... She knew he was always open to trying new things.

She folded over the wrapping paper and secured it neatly with a strip of tape. She smiled at the red package and jumped as someone knocked on her door.

“Hey Sabrina.” She could hear the smirk in his voice.

Wanda rolled her eyes at Tony’s pop culture reference.

She sighed heavily, “I’m 26 I’m not a teenager, and I’m not a witch...I don't answer to that name Stark.”

“You just did. What are you up to? I’m bored.” Tony called through the door.

“Nothing much you can come in.” Wanda replied.

Tony opened the door his eyes immediately drawn to the shiny red package.

“Ooo Whats that.” He asked reaching for it.

Wanda smacked his hand away, “No its not for you.”

“Ouch! Okay, then who’s it for?” He frowns.

“It’s for Vision... Do you seriously not remember what day it is?” Wanda exclaims.

Tony stared at her blankly.

The brunette gasped loudly, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s Vision's birthday! You created him how could you forget?!”

“I didn’t forget! I just... didn't remember right away... Shit.”

Wanda sighed.

“Hey, can you get him out of the house for a bit? It shouldn't take me too long to whip something up for him...” Wanda could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“I don’t know Tony... I mean I already got him something.” Wanda shrugged.

“Oh come on please! I don't want to disappoint him.” Tony frowned.

Wanda was surprised at his frankness. She sighed,

“Alright fine. I can keep him occupied for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I don't know if I can keep him from getting suspicious though.”

Tony nodded rapidly, “I can work with that time frame.”

He pressed a button on his watch.

“Friday call Pepper Pots tell her its a code red.”

[“You got it boss”] A speaker in the room spoke.

Tony made eye contact with Wanda, “Wanda go get Vision for me okay?”

Wanda got out of her office chair and walked to the door, squeezing past Tony on the way out.

“I’m on my way stark.”She retorted

o0o

She searched around for the friendly android finally finding him standing perfectly still in the main room.

“Please move slowly Wanda. I don’t want to scare them off.” Vision -who must have sensed her presence- spoke softly.

Wanda inched her way over to Vision, who was staring out the window of the main living space at some birds.

Wanda smiled at how intently he was studying those birds.

Before finally remembering her mission to get him out of the house.

“You know you should get some fresh air.” She suggested.

“As a Syntheoid the air quality matters very little to me.” Vision replied as he watched the bluebird in her nest curiously.

Wanda sighed, and turned Vision gently by his arms to face her.

He cocked his head to the side.

“Vision?”

“Yes Wanda?”

“Would you like to go on a walk with me?” Wanda asked.

Vision’s eyes widened comically, “Oh! Is that what you meant? Yes, that would be very nice.”

Wanda smiled.

“Let me grab my jacket.”

A few minutes later the two were walking out across one of the large grassy fields.

“So how have you been Wanda?” Vision asked, his hands clasped together behind his back.

“I’m doing well thank you Vision.” Wanda replied as she struggled to keep up to his long strides.

Vision noticed this and adjusted to accommodate her shorter stature.

“Back at the Compound. Do you happen to know what species of bird that was?” Vision asked.

“Beautiful wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I believe so.”

“I think it was a blue bird of some sort... hang on let me check.” Wanda pulled out her phone and searched. “An Eastern Bluebird.”

“Well that name certainly lacks imagination.” Vision seemed almost disappointed.

Wanda chuckled. “And what would you call it then?”

Vision frowned. “I don't know.”

Wanda smiled at him, and he smiled back, glancing away shyly after a moment.

They walked on for a while in companionable silence.

Until Wanda surveyed their surroundings and gasped.

“What?!” Vision exclaimed.

“Nothing to worry about. Look! Swings!” Wanda exclaimed.

Vision frowned. “I don't follow.”

Wanda gestured to the park that they had walked near.

She looked over at Vision who still seemed ready to defend her from some sort of threat.

“Come on!” She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the park.

Vision watched her carefully as she let go of his hand and sat down on the swing set.

“Come join me!”Wanda giggled

“Are those not primarily for children?” he asked.

“Hey technically you are only a year old... If anything you are too young to be on a swing.” Wanda retorted. “Besides do you see any children around?”

Vision looked around, it was a very empty park.

Vision sighed and sat down on the swing next to her. He looked over at her curiously.

“What are the purpose of swings?” He asked, watching as Wanda began to pump her legs.

Wanda frowned in concentration “It’s... it kind of gives you the feeling of falling without any of the risk.”

Vision nodded sagely, “Ah, the chains and seat provide safety as you swing?”

Wanda nodded.

“Do you want a push to get started?” She asked

“I suppose so.” He replied.

Wanda waved her hand and Vision was gently pushed forward with some of her magic.

His eyes widened as he clutched onto the chains tightly, the metal groaning in protest.

Wanda giggled at him.

o0o

The time flew past as they visited, and as the sun began to set Wanda received a text message from Tony.

“Okay Maximoff, we’re all set up here. Why don't you bring the Kid home?”

“What’s that?” Vision asked looking over at her phone’s glow.

“We’re apparently out past our curfew. Tony wants us back at the compound.” Wanda replies.

“It’s getting dark anyway.” Vision replies with a small smile.

Vision offered Wanda his arm as he took her home, as his sight was better than hers in the dark.

“Is that a new scorch mark on the grass?”

“I guess Thor is here.” Wanda replied.

“It would appear so.” Vision puzzled.

Wanda opened the door before Vision could get to it. He furrowed his brow, but his confusion was quickly replaced with another emotion.

“Surprise!!!” Tony and the others shouted.

Vision jumped, and stood there in shock for a moment, before offering Wanda a sly smile.

“Were you distracting me?” He exclaimed

“What gave it away?” She retorted

Tony smirked and grabbed him by the arm dragging him into the compound “Come on in birthday boy!”

“Happy birthday Vision.” Steve smiled.

“Thank you Captain.”

o0o

The party was winding down at around one in the morning. Laura and Clint had just said goodbye to Vision and Wanda as Wanda made her way to the balcony on which Vision stood.

“Hey, happy birthday.” Wanda smiled “You were so swarmed by people that I wasn’t able to say that.”

“Well, Thank you.”

“You tired yet?” Wanda asks.

Vision cocks his head to the side, “I do not get tired.”

“Not physically I meant socially.” Wanda explains.

He frowned.

Wanda bit her lip trying to think of how to explain this.“The party was nice but you have left it, meaning you needed a break?”

“Yes, Precisely.” He smiles, happy she understands.

They sit again in companionable silence.

“I still don't understand the reason for birthdays.” Vision admits.

Wanda shrugs then smiles. “Well I think that the day you were created should be celebrated... I got you something.”

“Oh? You didn’t have to. Your presence is a gift enough.” He smiles.

“Vision?”

“Yes Wanda?”

“Open the damned gift.”

His eyes widen and he takes the package beginning to unwrap it

“A book?” he asks.

“Shakespeare.” Wanda replies

“Romeo and Juliet, yes I have heard of it.”

Wanda tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I thought the human interest of it might pique your interest.”

Vision smiles widely, his eyes crinkle at the edges making him look very human. “I’ve been meaning to read some Shakespeare, thank you very much Wanda.”

For some reason Wanda is blushing. “Of course! I saw it and thought of you.”

Vision set down the gift with a smile and initiated a rather awkward hug.

Which despite the awkwardness both parties enjoyed more than either would say.

“Shall we return to the party?” Vision asks.

She smiles, “Yes. We shall.”

Vision picked up the book and its wrapping and opened the door for Wanda. She smiled at him.

o0o

Tony and Pepper, were slow dancing to some music in the living room.

Thor, Steve, Natasha and Doctor Cho sat in one of the lounge areas, drinking and visiting.

“Ah there you two are. What were you two up to?” Natasha asks, wiggling her eyebrows at Wanda.

Wanda frowned at Natasha who smirked in response.

“Wanda was giving me her gift.” Vision brandished the book so everyone could see.

“Ah, Shakespeare. A novel book indeed.” Thor smiled. “Hello Lady Wanda.”

“Hello Thor.” Wanda waved.

“Come sit!” Natasha exclaimed, “Wanda you and Doctor Cho met right?”

Dr. Cho nodded. “Yes, she saved my life.”

“Hardly.” Wanda replied.

Nat took a sip from her wine glass, and waved her unoccupied hand at Vision. “And this is Vision.”

Dr. Cho smiled. “I am so glad to see that all my hard work didn’t go to waste.”

Vision nodded, “As am I. Thank you for coming Doctor.”

Helen Cho smiled, “Of course. It’s always nice to go to a party, especially one dedicated to such a nice Syntheziod.”

Vision smiled again.

“It’s a shame you can’t drink Vision, I wonder what you would be like drunk.” Tony shouts from the dance floor as Pepper leads him to the group.

Wanda chuckled. “I’m not sure we would want to see that.”

Vision frowns “I don't understand the logic behind drinking.”

“That’s because there is none.” Wanda replies.

“I suppose we cant tempt you either Wanda?” Tony asks.

“Nope I like being sober, gives me lots of blackmail opportunities.” Wanda replies.

Thor chuckles.

o0o

“Well, I hope you had a good party Vision.” Wanda says as she waves goodbye, and goodnight to the party of people.

Vision is thoughtful for a moment, “I did enjoy the day today.”

“Oh?” Wanda smiles pleasantly.

“Yes but it was not because of the party.” He smiled softly. “Goodnight Wanda.”

Wanda’s face was bright red as Vision phased through the floor to get to his room.

A girlish chuckle, resounds from a dark corner of the room. “Oh... That was smooth.”

“Natasha!” Wanda exclaims.

“I’m going! I’m going...” Nat replies and scurries out of the room Tossing a wink at Wanda over her shoulder.

@thewitchsvision happy (belated) birthday, My dear. I've been really lucky to find you both as a roleplay partner and as a friend! I hope you had a wonderful birthday and many more to come!

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