#[save his lil sister sobs.....

[koiiiji]

finishing ur requests? uum no. another idea nobody asked about? yes pls💯💯

wooin x sis!reader (platonic)

author’s note : after last chapter i had this headcanon in my head. i suspect that wooin grew up in toxic household where his parents make him study, locking him up in his room, but boy probably was dreaming about just be free, and once left home. i also suspect his family probably has the same wealth as minu, but his parents way more toxic and controlling. but when he left home he left his part there, the part of his soul.

honesty 1000% in love how some ppl just ignored my closed inbox and keep sent requests🤣🤍🫵🏻 seriously guys, the best!! i will answer all requests, almost all is in process(i mean at least 20-40% already done) but now enjoying my time at home😌💌🔒

warnings : no(?) lil fluff, lil angst, nothing hardcore, prob grammar mistakes(not proofed as all my writings)

༘⋆ wooin is older sibling 100%

༘⋆ when his parents told him he will have a sister, when he was 3 or 4 he was jealous, and whole 9 months he waited for someone who will ruin his life

༘⋆ but instead, when your father brought you and your mum to home from hospital, wooin was confused

༘⋆ he only saw a small girl, no one who could harm him in any way

༘⋆ your first ever smile was for him, or because of him by the way!! and he blushed so so much when your small hand clung to his index finger

༘⋆ so he built a soft spot for you in his heart in two years, because first years you’ve been crying, screaming and sobbing mess, well like all toddlers, while wooin was saying that he was too old to babysit you (bro was like 5-6 years old and crying himself to sleep bc didn’t understand how 10*10 equals 100 and 11*11 didn’t equal 111)

༘⋆ btw you were always silent when he was babysitting you. he chuckled each time when you looked at him with wide open eyes

༘⋆ through his childhood your parents were extremely strict with him, so he partly grateful to you for the fact that you took some attention on yourself and gave him the opportunity to be free from his studies and lectures from your parents for a while

༘⋆ but each year atmosphere in your home becomes more toxic, and when you grow up a little you could remember how wooin was locked in his room to study better, because he didn’t have acceptable marks

༘⋆ but you would always sneak in his room late at night, with your saved from the morning sweets and share some with him

༘⋆ you both favorite was lollipops with lemon favors tho!!

༘⋆ when you were about 13 years old, wooin left the house, he was 17

༘⋆ no need to say that your parents were furious. especially your father. in korea it’s common that son is inherits family business or work, so it’s always been a big scandal over his marks, behavior and look

༘⋆ so when he left, for you it meant that all the attention and rigor of your parents were transferred to you

༘⋆ atter the first couple of months of your brother's absence, he found the strength to meet with you

༘⋆ wooin knew perfectly that parents rage will reflect on you, and honestly he were scared - that you will hate him

༘⋆ when he met you near your school, he froze for few seconds and then hugged you so tight that you thought he was about to break your ribs (you returned him that favor)

༘⋆ you two always were close, wooin was your freshness in a house full of stuffy, stagnant air, while you was his little sunshine of hope and happiness in his dark, locked room

༘⋆ you didn’t have a lot of time after your school, so you just hugged tightly and exchanged phone numbers, so you could stay in touch

༘⋆ few days after you find the way to sneak out of the house to meet with your brother you spend few hours on a bench talking and listening to each other

༘⋆ - how are the relatives? on a scale of one to fucked up, how angry were they?

- fucked up in a cube, you know our dad, he wasn't just furious, from the screams from their room, i think he literally lost his temper

༘⋆ wooin just chuckled sadly and rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand

༘⋆ as the years passed, your nightly meetings continued. sometimes he would catch you after school or another after-school club where your parents had put you

༘⋆ wooin offered you to run away to him several times. by your senior year in school, he was self-supporting, and he even had some white-haired giant working for him, constantly pining after him

༘⋆ somehow you refused, deciding to finish school first and then he promised to help you with either work or university, depends on what you will choose

༘⋆ yes, guys from sabbath know you

༘⋆ yes, heyok once caught you two hugging

*wooin pressed his lips on top of your head, tightly shutting his eyes, frowning a little, he didn’t know when he will see you again, because he knew, in exam session parents won’t let you have a free second*

༘⋆ in first place heyok though you two dating, but then joker explained him how things actually going(my headcanon that they gossip girls, frfr)

༘⋆ since you hanged out with wooin you caught your brother’s manners of jokes

༘⋆ “hey, big bro, does that new red haired guy in your team have a girlfri..”

“don’t you even dare to finish this sentence” he exclaimed indignantly. no way his precious little sis will deal with that motherfucker.

[guppybibi]

Ditzy Princess

𖦹 pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader

𖦹 word count: 2019

𖦹 content: mild cursing, childhood friends to lovers (eventually..) , denial, she fell first but he fell harder, reader is oikawa’s little sister, reader’s brain is a lil empty, but she's a strong woman nonetheless!!

𖦹notes: i have so many wips..but hajime my Filipino king AUGHH (im gaslighting myself shh)

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Being Oikawa Tooru’s little sister meant that you were equally as insufferable as him, debatably even more than him according to Iwaizumi. Iwa wouldn't go as far to say he disliked you, despite you being 2 years younger than Oikawa, the three of you still grew up together and developed a pretty strong bond. Oikawa had his moments, being the seemingly arrogant and egotistical person he is. Iwa was aware Tooru had some issues with his self esteem and was helping him in his own way. But in your case, nothing was backing you up. You really were just a crybaby diva, wailing as her big brother comes to save her. It really didn't start off so bad, after all you were a child who needed guidance and protection. He expected you to just grow out of it, news flash—you didn't.

Now that you're in your first year in Seijoh, he couldn't avoid you at all no matter how hard he tried. Being a headache must be in the genes, I guess. But you weren't worth putting up with, so he just started distancing himself away from you. Sure, sometimes you would barge into the gym, interrupting their practice to go to your doting brother. Which pissed him off, obviously. Though it was hard to tell since he always had a scowl on his face no matter the situation. Oh and by sometimes, he means every single day–unless you were absent or something.

Unfortunately for him, Oikawa wasn’t present today due to getting a nasty cold. Normally he’d make fun of Oikawa, along with the rest of the Seijoh four but he remembers that you’re present and that he would be your temporary savior while your brother is gone. It didn’t help that today in particular was a pretty stressful one, and as if the Gods above cursed him, a bunch of assholes picked on you for being the ‘uglier’ sibling. A bunch of envious little liars.

Naturally, it was your first instinct to go to annoy him. Your muffled cries could already be heard before you've even entered the gym, which made Hajime groan in annoyance as he muttered a random curse under his breath. And as if on cue, the metal door of the gym slides open; unveiling a very much messed up you.

Your mascara all smudged across your pretty face, fat tears staining it. Your subtly pink lips all wobbly as you make your way to Iwaizumi, knowing your brother wasn't here. At this point, this was basically a daily routine for the team, they didn't complain though. You coming in here and taking their captain and or ace meant they had an opportunity to take a break.

“ ‘Zumi! T-they were being so mean to me again, I didn't do anything wrong!” You cry out as you approach the ace with a pout on your face. ‘Pathetic..’ He thinks to himself, you were more than capable enough to defend yourself. (Verbally, at least. Physically is a different story.) “It's not my fault I don't look exactly like Oikawa! And I can't do anything about it, why pick on me for it?!” You continue, wiping away a tear from your glossy eyes.

Hajime couldn't even say anything in response, this wasn't the first time you came to him after someone bullied you for whatever reason. It was a sad thing to happen to you, but did you really have to go to him or your big brother every single time? What if they're not there for you? What will you do then? Still his good conscience couldn't just leave you sobbing like that, your doting brother wouldn't be happy about it.

Placing a rough calloused hand on your trembling shoulder, as an attempt to comfort you he starts speaking. “And what did you say to them after?” He asks, it was a completely normal question, you knew that. But you were used to just..constant coddling, no other questions asked–just instantly tending to you. “I..Nothing? I mean, maybe what they're saying is true..it still hurts though..” You reply, earning a nod from your older brother's friend. You had a point there, but you should still stick up for yourself! You had to learn, plus he didn't want to keep playing as your knight in shining armor when the two of you are pushing your thirties.

“Did you want to say something back to them?” He questions, raising a brow. You could be doing this for shits and giggles for all he knows, maybe this was a plan you and Oikawa had or something. “Well um, kind of?..” Even that answer somehow made sense, coming from a ditz like you–he didn't really expect much. “So can you or can you not defend yourself?” He asked yet again with a gruff voice, watching intently as he saw you shake your head. Okay, cool. You aren't doing this just to piss him off, that's a start.

“I could teach you, if you want to.” You blink once, twice. “Teach me how to..fight for myself?” You never considered it, you were just used to your big brother being there for you. No matter how serious or stupid it was, he’d be there in a flash. He nodded, crossing his arms as you thought about it. Your brother wouldn't always be here, today was proof of it. The same goes for Hajime, who knows where he's going after high school?

“I..think that’ll be nice actually.” And those were the words that started your tutoring sessions. You were incredibly nervous the first few times, like the personification of an earthquake. You did soon manage to get the hang of it, being able to defend yourself against your bullies unless it was really necessary for your brother and or him to step in.

To be honest, Oikawa was pretty opposed to the idea at first. Saying to his best friend that teaching her all of this ‘nonsense’ wasn't needed since he’ll always be there for her anyway. (What Oikawa didn't know is that Iwa was doing future him a favor, I mean–he didn't know he was going to Argentina!)

And so ‘Operation: Teach Y/N How to Defend Herself’ was successful. It had been like years ago at this point, barely remembered by you two like some distant memory. You didn't piss him off that much anymore, though he did have little to no contact with you; only getting updates through Oikawa.

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When he went to Irvine, California for personal matters he was aware of you being there as well since you went to visit and stayed at your grandparents. The chances of you two meeting were slim but fate had to play its part too! Now the both of you were sitting side by side, having a cup of ice cream as you catched up on your lives.

He told you about the meeting he just had with Takashi, some stuff about sports science and his personal life and whatnot. While you told him about life here in the States, being taken care of by your overbearing grandparents and stuff. You were a lot more mature than what Hajime had remembered, still a scatterbrain though. Though something comes up, leaving Hajime at some random bench while he taps away on his phone after you exchanged him your number. Saving it and putting in ‘Puny Princess’, it was stupid–he knew it was as he chuckled to himself.

No matter how fully grown you are, you’ll always be that spoiled little brat who seeks her dear knight in shining armor's protection.

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He was flying back to Japan soon, and he wanted nothing more but to cancel his flight and stay here–with you. Highschooler Iwaizumi would be laughing his ass off right now, any chance to get away from you was a blessing. He’d get on that plane like he's being chased by the police. He thought about it a lot, was it because you were less of a pain in the ass? Nope, that couldn't be the case because you still were. Sure, you didn't exactly need Prince Charming anymore which made you considerably much more bearable but it felt like there was something more to it. Why won’t life just tell him instead of forcing him to dig through a bunch of dirt in his mind?

Maybe he simply got used to being around you, to be fair–he’s been with you through thick and thin after all. Yup, that's what it was. No need to manually crank the gears in his brain anymore, this was totally it. Would he admit he had a teensy weensy little crush on you when you two were kids? God no, and that doesn't matter! I mean, that was like a decade ago–he doubts that mattered right now in any shape or form.

Well the first stage of grief was denial, he’ll work his way up. You, on the other hand, have fully accepted this stupid happy crush you got on Iwaizumi. Even your big brother knew about it, well you were pretty much an open book. Hey, your brother’s words–not mine. The way your cherubic cheeks would heat up when Hajime helped you up when you got yourself stuck in the mud, it was painstakingly obvious that you had liked him ever since.

You and your big brother had a heart to heart talk about back in middle school actually, it sits there playing constantly at the back of your mind.

It was midnight and Oikawa had come home late, you noticed he had been practicing overtime these days which worried you quite a bit but you knew Hajime was there to keep him grounded. So that's how the two of you ended up at 1AM, your brother silently eating his late cold dinner while you accompanied him.

“Did ‘Zumi practice late with you..?” You questioned, breaking the growing silence in the room. In response, he nodded and let out a dry chuckle. “Mhm, you haven't spoken a word since I got home and when you decide to speak it's about Iwa-chan? Do you not care about your dear big brother anymore?” He asks, dramatically feigning hurt as he places a hand on his chest.

He didn't miss how your lips went and formed a thin line, trying your best not to crack a smile. “Cmon, don't lie to your big brother–you like Iwa, don't you?” He teases, trying to get it out of you like he's sipping the very last drop out of the milk carton. “Maybe just a little..” You mumble, finding it just a little bit embarrassing that out of all the fish in the never ending sea, you manage to have feelings for your brother's best friend. “Hm..well I guess if you were to pick someone to marry I’d honestly prefer Iwa y’know?” You almost choke on your own spit upon hearing his words, blushing furiously. “E-eh?! Marry?! It's too early for that!” You exclaim, while your brother starts laughing like a hyena.

His words were very much true though, he trusted Iwa–so much so that if he had the chance to pick the person you’ll marry, he'd choose Hajime with no hesitation.

You roll around in your soft bed, unable to sleep as Iwaizumi’s face keeps flashing in your mind like a broken record. Wanting nothing more than to scream into your pillow, but your grandparents sleeping soundly in the other room prevented you from doing so. You wondered if you would ever go back to Japan, it seemed like your brother wouldn't after hearing him recently renounce his citizenship but it's not like you were going to follow in his footsteps. You've never felt this homesick before, stupid Iwaizumi–it's his fault for coming here unannounced. You thought your delicate heart moved on from this childish crush of yours after not seeing him in a couple of years, looks like it bounced back after meeting up with him again though..

Well, at least you had some form of communication with him after you gave him your number. That was temporarily enough for you.

[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire//biker!older!Eddie x fem!artist!Reader//biker!Steve//90's au//Part 10

🚨18+Only, smut, oral (m receiving), talk of erection, size kink, swallowing, biker gang, biker!Eddie, biker!Steve, talk of drug use, threats, talk of violence, financial trouble, mention of jail, smoking cigarettes, alcohol consumption, trouble at home, co-parents!Stobin, suggested custody issues, angst, underlying fear of retaliation. Word count: 8.7k

This is mostly just a sweet lil chapter to heal some wounds, right before some old wounds start opening.

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A/N: I tried to make this part completely void of angst, but alas, I did not succeed. I'm working on a summertime one shot idea for the boys to go to a bike rally with all of the shenanigans that could possibly ensue; it should be a wild one. Big love to my beta @michellecrusher for deciding that this chapter could use a touch of smut.

As always, I'm honored to be on this ride with you and look forward to any and all interactions. Comments, messages, reblogs; it all means so much to me and is what keeps this little world going ❤️‍🔥

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I'm on Fire Part 10: I got a bad desire

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Landing with your face on the puke-stained, beer dribbled carpet of the Velvet Hammer, dusted in a sprinkle of cigarette ash, was not how you wanted to start your evening. You hadn’t even realized you hit the ground until you heard Steve’s voice demanding everyone get the fuck out of his way as he parted bodies to get to you.

And then, Erika’s voice: “I don’t know what happened...she just...fell. I promise, I didn’t touch her!”

People were murmuring around you and Steve was saying your name as you started to come back to reality, taking a deep inhale, blinking back to life. He knelt and propped you up into a sitting position, and that was when the embarrassment of what had just happened began to wash over you, making you wish that a hole in the ground would swallow you up.

“Do you think you can stand?” Steve asked while his big hands found positions under your arms in preparation to lift you up. You turned your head to look at him; his wayfarer sunglasses had fallen from the top of his head to the tip of his nose, and they were about to slip off, but his concern was more with not letting you go.

“What happened?” He asked as he pulled you to your feet, taking a second to grab the sunglasses off his face and throw them on the bar. “Did someone push you?”

“Please. Get me out of here,” you begged as one of your arms went around his shoulders, and one of his hands secured itself at your waist.

He set you down on a chair in front of the employee lockers and told you he’d get someone to cover the door for him while he took you home, or he’d see if one of the girls could stop by.

With your hands between your knees and your shoulders slumped, you began to come to terms with everything as he picked up the phone in the office.

“Wait,” you stopped him. “I can’t afford to miss a day of work, Steve, I’ll be fine. Just...just give me a second to catch my breath.”

Steve understood what a hard spot that was to be in; he lived it almost every day of his life. He put the receiver back down on the cradle.

“What did that bitch say to you?” Steve asked, putting his foot up on the bench.

You shook your head. “That’s just it, she’s not a bitch,” you chewed your lip. “She just saved me from making a huge mistake. I owe her.”

Steve was on his way back out to the floor when you called to him. “Hey, does Eddie have any female friends who are redheads, that you know of? Really pretty, tattoo on her bicep? Someone he’d feel comfortable enough with to let stay at his place?”

Steve popped his knee out and put his hands on his hips, frowning. “No one that he’s...dated, I don’t think,” he rubbed his chin in thought. “But there’s Max, she’s more like a sister to us. I just tattooed her a few weeks ago. Her hair was like a bright, candy red. Why do you ask?”

You turned away from Steve and squeezed your eyes shut, a sob caught in your throat. The sudden rush of relief at so many groundbreaking realizations had your emotions on the verge of short-circuiting. Eddie still had quite a bit of explaining to do, but the tight bud of your heart was blooming like a rose in your chest once again, full of hope.

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Meanwhile, Eddie was officially going stir crazy. “I need to get out of this house,” he told Robin has he hitched through the kitchen, careful not to put too much weight on the hip was right below his wound. He was wearing his jeans unbuttoned, so they hung a bit low, bangs swept across his forehead, and one of Steve’s white wife beaters that was too small for him. The thin material exposed the tattoos on his chest and stomach, as well as the ones scattered from neck to hands. He’d spent the afternoon watching cartoons with Oliver, which was enjoyable, but relaxing and sitting still for long periods of time just wasn’t in his DNA.

Also, he wasn’t sure if it was an affect of the morphine, but he’d had another one of his nightmares early that morning, before dawn, and shouted himself awake, covered in sweat. It was the same dream that had tortured him off and on for over a decade; the one where he’s being attacked by a swarm of flesh-eating bat creatures, they’re all taking big bite out of his flesh, and he wakes up to the feeling of choking on his own blood.

“Over my dead body,” Robin challenged, moving from the stove with a wooden spoon covered in macaroni and cheese in her hand.

Eddie’s eyes traveled to the spoon and then back to her face. “That can be arranged.”

“Seriously, dude,” her shoulders sank. “Don’t make me hog tie you to the couch. I promised Astrid we’d keep an eye on you for another night.”

“I have a business to run, Rob,” he said as he hobbled over to grab his leather from the back of the one of the dining chairs. “If this were a hospital, they would’ve kicked me to the curb by now.”

Robin went back to the stove to stir the powdered cheese in with the noodles. She knew that no one could stop him if he wanted to go, and she really couldn’t blame him.

With her back to him she said, “if you end up getting some type of infection and your foot falls off, I won’t ever forgive you.”

Oliver came trotting out from the other room to say goodbye, and he raised his arms for Eddie to pick him up, which he did—and Robin glanced over just in time to see the grimace of pain flash across Eddie’s face as he settled the boy on the wrong hip at first before switching him to the other side. She shook her head, certain he would pop his stitches by the end of the day.

“Steve brought your bike up the hill,” she let him know, while she packed up some medications for him to take. “Your girlfriend is at work by now, I believe.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to hers as he put Oliver down. “Why’d you call her that?”

“Isn’t she?” Robin challenged, raising her eyebrow. “I can tell you knew exactly who I was talking about.”

Eddie couldn’t help the smile that twitched across his lips.

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The Velvet Hammer was packed that night, and by the end of your shift, after very little food, no sleep, and one blackout, you were a bit wobbly on your feet. Steve had to work as security for a while longer, since there was a bachelor party in attendance that was getting a bit rowdy, but he demanded you let him walk you to your car while he had a smoke.

“So, I like Astrid,” you told him. He held out his cigarette to offer you a drag, but you declined with a wave of your hand. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Going on?” Steve put the cig to his lips with thumb and forefinger.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you made room for a group of people to pass on the sidewalk. “You know what I mean,” you insisted, knowing full well that he did. “You two seemed really close last night. I was just curious.”

“Oh, I’m fuckin’ in love with her,” Steve announced with a shrug, as if it were common knowledge. “We just don’t have a conventional relationship, I guess. No one seems to understand it but us.”

You wondered, sincerely, how many women Steve had been in love with in his life. But, you could tell that there was, indeed, something special about the connection he had with Astrid. You wondered if Eddie looked at you the way Steve had looked at her last night.

Steve hung around to make sure you got in your car okay, and then you chuckled to yourself as he sauntered off, flirting with a group of women who were walking by, asking them to come by the bar and keep him company. You were about to maneuver your way out of the precarious parallel spot you were wedged in when your eyes locked on a piece of folded paper held to the windshield under one of the wipers.

At first, you thought it was ticket of some sort, like maybe you were in a no parking zone or something. But then, at closer examination, you realized it was made with blue-lined notebook paper.

It was a handwritten note.

The street was fairly busy that night with cars zooming around town, so you were cautious as you dashed out to pinch it free and pull it back into the safety of the car with you.

It was a...little paper origami duck? Or some kind of bird? You turned it around, inspecting the intricately folded parts, giggling curiously as you did so. You unfastened the delicate edges, careful not to rip it in haste. Finally, you were able to press a flat, albeit crumpled, half sheet of paper against your steering wheel, your heart shot into your throat, melting there like a fat stick of butter.

It was from Eddie:

I miss you. Come to my place so we can talk? It doesn’t matter how late.

-- E

P.S. Oliver wants to make this into a swan for you

Hopeful tears pooled at your lash line and you checked your watch; it was just after 11:30. Surely, they’d be keeping him at Steve’s for another night? But, if so, he would’ve said that and not, specifically “his place”. You tried to fold it back exactly the way it was, failed miserably, and ended up folding it in half without messing up any of the edges to place it safely in your middle console.

For a few seconds as you sat in your car with the radio on, listening to Nearly Lost You by The Screaming Trees, you wondered if you should play hard to get, if maybe rushing over to his place was not the right game to play. But really, truly, you didn’t give a shit about any of that.

You were blinking excessively and yawning, and you had this feeling like, if you rested your head back against the seat, you’d fall asleep right there in your car. But, you took a few deep breaths and patted your cheeks. You brought a can of Coke in your bag from the bar and cracked it open to guzzle some of it, thinking maybe you’d need to go home first and change? Or go straight to Eddie’s? Fall asleep in your car was still an option.

Fuck.

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Earlier that day, around 5 o’clock, Eddie hissed as he dismounted his bike at the garage, clutching his side, trying to mask the spasm of pain, only to see Wayne watching him from the main garage. His uncle nodded in greeting, just wanting to make sure Eddie was okay, as he wiped his hands, and then turned around to finish what he was working on. So much of the communication they shared was silent, but understood.

He had the note in his pocket that Oliver had made into an origami animal, and he wanted to tidy up his place a bit before he did some work, just in case you did actually come over. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t blame you—it had been an especially long 24 hours. But, damn, he really needed to see you, to try and fix whatever had gone wrong, if he even could.

He still didn’t know what Charlene had done to upset you, but his mind reeled with the possibilities.

Eddie had ripped the bandage off his cheek on the way over, so there was just an angry gash there with a few stitches holding it together like a twist tie to a bunch of hammers, and he didn’t realize how much he resembled Frankenstein’s Monster until the new office assistance choked on her soda at the sight of him.

“Rough night?” She asked. Her name was Dana and she’d worked at garages before, but never for one that was affiliated with an MC.

“You could say that,” Eddie returned as he headed over to one of the metal filing cabinets to look for something.

Dana had a few “while you were out” slips of paper she had filled out with phone numbers and people who had wanted to speak with Eddie or Wayne, and she went over them with him while she chewed a red piece of gum.

She finished the last one and then, “oh, yeah, and someone called here looking for a…” she checked the piece of paper. “...Steve Harrington?”

Eddie nodded, taking something he needed out of the file before shutting the drawer. “He’s a buddy of mine. What’s the message?”

Dana scratched her head. “She didn’t say what it was about, just said that it was a personal matter,” she showed Eddie the pink piece of paper with a phone number and name on it. “Said her name was Christina? I don’t recognize the area code.”

“Could you look up Steve in the address book in that first drawer and relay the message for me? He’s in there under Dingus. I gotta run this out to the---”

Dana spelled out Dingus on the piece of paper, without questioning it, and then looked at the round clock on the wall, nervously. “Actually, I should’ve been gone a half hour ago. I need to pick up my daughter from--”

Eddie waved the papers in his hand. “Of course, I’m sorry I’ve been...distracted. Do me a favor and call him when you get in on Monday? I’m sure it can wait till then.”

The name Christina did not ring a bell at the time, but later on, he’d wish that it had.

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You decided to go home first to freshen up a bit, but also, you wanted to pick up the photos to show Eddie. Katie was asleep, but you made yourself some coffee and tiptoed around, wishing you had time to shower because you reeked of secondhand smoke, but then realized Eddie probably wouldn’t notice anyway.

You were nervous as you pulled into the gates of the compound; your heart was racing and your palms started to sweat. His black and chrome bike with the menacing, purple flock of bats on the tank was parked right up close to his door, and you angled your car right in next to it.

Once you turned your car off, you could hear the faint sound of music drifting down from the open window in his apartment. The song was Love You to Death by Type O Negative, and you glanced up just in time to see his shadow pull from the window, as if he’d been standing there, watching you drive up.

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Up in his apartment, Eddie cracked his knuckles, ignoring the fact that the skin on them was still raw and one of his fingers was probably sprained because it throbbed like a motherfucker. He wanted to make sure everything looked okay before he ran down to meet you at the front door. The TV was on mute, he’d been watching Unsolved Mysteries, but now an episode of the X-Files was starting. There were clean sheets on the bed—just in case---and he’d been on his hands and knees cleaning the bathroom for a good half hour. There was a vanilla candle burning on the nightstand, and he had lit some Nag Champa incense earlier to try and mask the fact that he’d just smoked a couple cigarettes to calm his nerves. He turned the music down a tad and wondered if Type O was too on-the-nose for such an evening, like maybe you’d think he was setting some tawdry scene, when in actuality, he listened to their music all the damn time. He had on the only pair of dark denim Levi’s he owned without holes in them, a black Faith No More shirt that had the neck and sleeves ripped off of it, and his black converse, which were a nice change from the heavy boots he always wore. He slipped his rings on and used his pinky to clean some sleep out of his eyes just before he headed down to greet you.

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You were just about to knock, knuckle poised in the air, when the door flew open.

“Hey,” Eddie stood there looking flushed, lips parted, dragging one hand down his stomach as his pupils dilated to take you in.

You gulped. “Hey. Is this too late? I wasn’t sure if you really meant---”

“Oh I really want you here,” Eddie stepped back, holding the door open with his body.

You were just going to walk through without making any physical contact, but then you found your body being sucked against his, as if by some gravitational pull, and you both sunk into each other. He was quick to put his arms around you, hugging you tighter, securing you to him as if your body was oxygen.

“I know we’ve got a lot to talk about,” he planted his lips on the top of your head, only removing them to speak. “I want to make it right, baby. I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I would never let anyone hurt---”

“I believe you,” you answered, moving further inside, wanting to get behind closed doors with him.

There were old, squeaky wood stairs that led up to the narrow hallway, and you held onto one of his belt loops as you followed him up, pausing so he could open the door and extend his arm for you to enter.

“So, this is where the magic happens,” you teased, taking in the open space that was bedroom, living room, and kitchen all in one. There were Iron Maiden and Slayer posters on the wall, a Harley Davidson plaque, as well as your painting, which was the first thing anyone saw when they walked in. Directly to your right was a hallway that looked like closet space and a door to a bathroom. It was a spacious, warehouse style loft with wood floors and a few round, woven rugs.

The windows...the windows were huge.

Eddie snorted at your comment, and was just about to turn around to take you into his arms again, when you bolted over to start busying yourself with lowering the curtains, starting with the window that faced the other side of the street.

“You really should keep these closed,” you told him, leaning over a table with a turntable and an 80’s style boombox. The pull did not work for the second curtain, and your frustration was mounting as you yanked at it, just as Eddie stepped over and put his hand on the cord.

“Let me do it, baby,” he met your eyes, trying to see if he could guess what had triggered such a frenzy.

While he finished dropping the blinds, you took the photos out of your bag, extending them when he turned around. You sat down at the end of the bed and watched his face as he slipped the contents out of the manila envelope to look at them.

He glanced at you a few times as he flipped through the photos, and his expression ebbed from confusion to anger and back again.

Eddie was shaking his head, hair hanging down, his strong fingers curling as if he wanted to crumple them up. “These aren’t...this is not what it looks like,” his eyes searched yours.

“I know,” you looked down, biting your top lip with your bottom teeth. “Erica told me you were set up. And Steve told me about...your other friend.”

The muscles in Eddie’s jaw tensed, teeth grinding, as his eyes narrowed on the window where most of the photos had been taken from. “Some fucker has been watching me this whole time?” The irrational part of Eddie wondered if the guy was over there, somewhere in the abandoned building, right at that moment. Maybe he should go over and introduce himself, possibly break the guys face with his own camera. Break his hands and throw him out the third story window while he was at it.

The photos were starting to make Eddie feel sick with rage, so he put them back in the envelope. Your bloodshot eyes fluttered and he could see how tired you were.

“Who would do this?” You asked, earnestly. “More importantly, why would they do it? I haven’t been here long enough to make enemies. Not of this caliber, anyway.”

Eddie put the envelope on top of the kitchen counter and sat down next to you on the bed with a heavy sigh. He had his hands resting on his knees, but then he took a chance and slid one arm over to interlace his fingers with yours, and you let him. He squeezed your hand. “It’s a long story, but a while back I made a mistake and got involved with this woman who--”

“Charlene Gregson?” She’d always been at the top of your list for someone who would have the motive for something so unnecessarily heinous.

“That’s the one,” he brought your hand over across his leg. “That’s where I went last night, to try and stop her, I suppose. I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

That made a laugh bubble out of your chest for some reason. “What was your plan? Crash through her gates on your motorcycle on a cloud of smoke and seek vengeance?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, it always works out in the movies.”

You giggled and pulled away, but then he tugged you back, and you were still smiling as he scooped his hand around your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, little hiccups of laughter erupting between kisses tongues slipping in ever so gently; Mulder and Scully having a conversation on the TV in the background. You held onto his wrist, sinking deeper into the yearning that you always felt for him, pulling back only to rub the tips of your noses together, lips grazing.

“Stay here with me tonight?” Eddie whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I want to hold you.”

You were sure, you were almost positive, that you had just fallen asleep for a second while he was talking, and you blinked hard just as he lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“But I stink, I smell like the Velvet Hammer. I didn’t have a chance to shower,” you mewed, feeling your body slump further into hibernation mode as the adrenaline from the past two days wore off.

“You don’t stink,” Eddie assured you. “You can sleep in one of my shirts, and you can use my toothbrush, if you don’t mind my germs.” He had your hand in his and was holding it to his chest as he watched your face.

“I figured you’d have plenty of extra toothbrushes here for all of the copious amounts of women who sleep over,” your exhaustion was making you feisty.

Eddie gave an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I do have a few extras for emergencies. But I’ve never offered up my own personal toothbrush before.”

“Goodbye,” you chirped, standing up, ready to leave.

But Eddie chuckled and caught you around the waist, throwing you down on the bed next to him with a bounce and a grunt.

You were doing a poor job of stiffing your own laughter as you tried to keep a serious face, but then he moved to crawl on top of you and you watched his face seize in pain. He stiffened and put his hand over the area where his knife wound was, easing himself onto his back. While Eddie silently prayed that he hadn’t ripped his stitches, you went around the side of the bed to click the lamp off. You turned the TV off too; the music was on low, but that you didn’t mind.

“We are quite a pair tonight,” Eddie mumbled from the bed, slightly incapacitated, as he watched you moved around his apartment.

You loved the idea of sleeping in one of his shirts and hygiene and all that jazz, but in that moment—you weren’t sure you could last another second. Your lids were heavy and your conversation skills were at an all time low. With rubbery limbs, you climbed on the dark blue comforter of his bed and curled against him, making sure it was the side he hadn’t been stabbed on. Flat on his back, Eddie’s eyes never left you, and he was ready with his arm high and outstretched for your head to make a pillow out of his shoulder.

“I can’t keep my eyes open for another second,” you yawned. You grabbed his chest to pull yourself closer, like he was a pillow, and he kissed your forehead.

You kissed the gash on his cheek, nuzzling the hair just above his ear, planting more kisses as you went. Eddie felt his cock spring to life in his jeans and he was too exhausted to do anything about it. You cupped your hand on the side of his neck, kissed the corner of his mouth, and then finally let your cheek fall to his shoulder with a flop.

Eddie took hold of your leg at the crook of your knee to pull it across his hips, needing to feel your weight, not wanting to let you get away. He closed his eyes, drowning in the feel of your soft puffs of breath on his neck, your chest moving up and down on his arm. He planted his lips to your head again, giving a few audible smooches before he rested his torn cheek lightly against you.

He wrapped his arm around tighter, bringing you closer. “You know, Robin called you my girlfriend today,” he admitted, a low laugh rumbling from his chest.

The only response you could manage was, “mmmpfm?”

The stubble of his jaw grazed your forehead as he contemplated what he was about to say. He’d just been stabbed, and it made him consider his mortality, and the time he had left.

“I was thinking,” he breathed. “If you like the sound of that, maybe we could, make it official? That is, if you could ever see yourself having a dirtbag like me as a boyfriend.”

Your body had gone limp and, in the following seconds while he waited for a response, he heard a soft whistle in your nose and a snore catch in the back of your throat. A few drops of drool started pooling from the side of your mouth and made a wet spot on his shirt.

Eddie chuckled, peeking down at you, but trying not to move too much, not realizing he was about to drift off to sleep as well.

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You weren’t sure what time it was when your head rolled off of Eddie’s shoulder, jerking you awake, but it was dark outside, and you were still in the same position you were when you passed out: hand loosely cupping his neck, and your leg stretched across his hips. His head had rolled to the side, away from you, full lips parted, and the blue glow from the stereo cast a moody light on his skin, making his cheek wound look like something out of science fiction.

Still half asleep, you kissed the exposed muscles of his throat, right at the spot where the dark lines from his back tattoo came up across his neck, and your hand slid down his chest; you didn’t have a plan, you just wanted to feel him. His breathing was steady and shallow, eyeballs dancing under his lids. Your hand met with the top of his jeans, and then your eyes widened at the bulge that was causing a huge gap from skin to denim.

You slid your leg off of him, letting your hand move down a bit further, and your hand had to widen over his clothing to pass over the expanse of his arousal there.

Without even realizing it, you had started thrusting your hips against him, working your core against his hip, and then you lifted up to kiss his chin, aching to find his mouth with yours. You’d gone over to his place with every intention of being intimate with him, and nature had intervened with other plans, but you still wanted him to know how bad you wanted him, how much you craved him every second of the day.

Eddie groaned awake to return your kiss, and one of his hands grabbed your face. “Who is this greedy girl?” He mumbled against your mouth, his eyes droopy.

You straddled him, keeping your knees low, at his thighs, careful not to hit his wound. You started to move your core up and down along the bulge under his jeans, and then you leaned forward to brush your lips against his as you spoke. “You’re so hard, let me take care of it.”

Eddie whimpered a little in the back of his throat. “You can take whatever you want, baby,” and then a visible shiver ran through his body at the mere thought of your mouth on his cock.

You inched your way down, sucking hickeys into the dark tattoos spread across his stomach and chest, avoiding the medical tape from his bandage. Eddie moaned and threw his head back as you licked along the inside of his hip, unzipping his jeans to pull them down.

No boxers underneath, his huge cock sprang free, and the sight of the pre-cum already dripping from the pink tip made your mouth water. Eddie bit his lip while he watched you from under hooded eyes as you took control, pulled his jeans down further, and straddled his leg.

You bent over, and kept eye contact with him as you licked all the way down the shaft, and then wet the tip with your mouth, flicking your tongue along the slit, cleaning up his primal release.

Eddie pupils were blown, his lips parted as he watched.

“Whose cock is this?” You asked, teasing the tip with your wet mouth, planting hungry kisses down his shaft.

Eddie choked a little in the back of his throat. “It’s—it’s yours baby.”

He was already rock hard—throbbing, even---and your core flowered open beneath your clothes, soaking your underwear to the point that you actually had to reach down and touch yourself as you sucked him. Eddie noticed this and it made him mumble, “fuckbabyfuck,” as his leg squirmed, digging his heel into the bed.

You worked the tip of his cock with your hand while you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but smile a little at how crazy it was making him.

Somehow, between sleeping on someone else’s couch and working, Eddie had neglected to jerk off recently, and so he was about to….

“Fuck, baby, right there,” he hissed, bucking his hips. “You’re gonna make me…”

You went back to work, gripping him with hand and mouth in tandem, lips stretching to take all of him, eyes watering, swallowing his tip in the back of your throat every so often, as he watched you with a furrowed brow, cursing under his breath.

Suddenly, his breath started to hitch, and the fingers of one of his hands dug into the comforter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby...if you want it...like that…”

He was warning you as if you’d pull your mouth off and jerk him the rest of the way, but you wanted all of it in your mouth. You moaned as you sucked at the tip, pulling the orgasm out of him, saliva dripping down his balls.

Eddie let out a whimper and his leg jerked just before he stilled, and you tasted the salty sweetness of his warm cum shoot into the back of your throat in bursts. You drank his spend like his dick was a straw, throat busy swallowing every drop, moaning as you did so. You milked the tip for all he could give you, and then you cleaned him up with your greedy tongue, planting kisses on his cock when he was done with his release.

Eddie stared at the ceiling, slightly shook. “How are you so good at that?”

You sighed a quick laugh, licking your lips, as you made your way to the bathroom to finally brush your teeth. When you came back out, he was already asleep.

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As your eyes opened and adjusted to a sliver of buttery light peeking in from the curtain, your mind put you in several places. First, you were in your childhood bedroom, feeling like you needed to get up and ready for school, and then you were in the more recent bed in the house you shared with Katie. But, then the Iron Maiden poster came into focus and you were slammed with the realization that you had passed out in Eddie’s bed and it was already morning. Your intention had been to take a nap for an hour or two, but now you were alert to the idea that Eddie might still be somewhere in the room.

You remembered falling asleep on Eddie’s shoulder, waking up hungry for his cock, but now you were facing in the other direction, there was a blanket over you, and someone had taken your shoes off. It was Sunday, so the garage was closed, but you could still hear voices down below and the sound of a car engine revving. You reached your hand behind you to pat the bed, but only found an empty space; either Eddie was in the bathroom or he had already gone downstairs to start his day. God, what time was it?

You rolled over to crawl across the bed to look at the digital alarm clock, inhaling the smell from Eddie’s pillow as you went, and choked a little when you saw it was almost 9:30.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, throwing the cover off of your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept in for that long. A fear that you’d be late for work gripped you, but then you were reminded that you were no longer the director of a gallery, and your new job didn’t start until cocktail hour.

You found your shoes tucked neatly against the sofa, and on the kitchen counter in front of the coffee pot was a note propped up like a little tent with your name on it.

I had to run a tow.

I hope you’re here when I get back.

Thank you for taking it like a good girl last night.

-- E

Eddie and his little notes. You grinned as you folded it up and put it in your pocket, because of course you’d be saving any note he ever left you till the end of time.

It was then that a heavy fist started pounding on the door down below. “Helloooo? Anyone? What the hell do I gotta do to get some service around here?”

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Even though the mechanics were all off that day, the towing business was a 24 hour thing. There was another Coffin King named Lou who was usually able to cover some nights and weekends, but when Eddie found himself stuck with a pickup at the worst possible time, he tried to focus on the money and be grateful for it.

He’d considered waking you up to see if you wanted to go with him, but you were sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t have the heart to disturb you. He woke up with his cock so achingly hard thinking about what you did to him in the middle of the night, that he had to jerk off as quietly as possible in the shower that morning. He was sure you’d heard the grunt he barked when he came, thinking about filling you up, listening to you tell him how deep you wanted all of him inside of you.

The last time he went this long without having intercourse with a girl that he had feelings for was maybe his freshman year in high school. The crazy thing was, he was enjoying the feeling of waiting and making it special; even though the holding out part was totally accidental, and he would’ve jumped at the chance to bury himself inside you that very first night you met.

But the way you took care of him last night, holy shit: he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t tell if he had really found the Holy Grail of women, or if his feelings for you had made it as intense as it was; possibly a bit of both. He was seized with memories of your mouth on him off and on while he was on the job, and he’d have to slyly adjust himself in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get back to you.

He started to whistle as he rounded the corner to re-enter the compound, hoping that your car was still there, hoping that he could….

But he spotted a different car in the lot right next to yours that hadn’t been there before, and you were coming out from out of the garage with your hand shielding your eyes, looking deeply concerned.

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You considered just letting whoever it was keep on knocking, but at one point, the person yelled: “Eddie! I know you’re here! Don’t make me take your bike for a spin around the block!”

And so, you put your shoes on and went down, wholly unprepared for what you would find.

There were two smiling faces practically pressed up against the glass of the main door as you descended the stairs. One was a guy with a mop of brown curls, and the woman with him had beautiful olive skin, black hair, and wore glasses. They both waved enthusiastically, happy to finally be acknowledged.

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“What the hell, Henderson?” Eddie parked the tow truck and jumped down, wallet chain flapping against his jeans. Eddie waved to you across the way, as his mouth opened into a toothy grin, exposing actual cheek dimples, that you’d maybe only seen him wear once or twice.

“If it isn’t the Dungeon Master!” Dustin came toward him with his arms out. “What the hell is up with you and Steve? You’re the two hardest losers to find!”

They hugged, and then Eddie tousled Dustin’s hair, mussing it up. “You haven’t changed a bit, you little goblin.”

Next to you, under the shade of the awning was a very pregnant Suzie, who you’d also just met. She was in a purple floral dress with a white collar, and you’d pulled a chair around for her to have a seat.

“I love to see my Dusty Buns happy again,” she said, passing her hand over the globe of her belly as you both watched the two men embrace. “We should’ve moved back sooner, but life just got away from us.”

“How do you all know each other?” You were just barely able to introduce yourself before Eddie pulled up, and so you had no idea how close the gang was.

“I’m surprised the boys never mentioned Dustin to you? They went to high school together; they’re all really close. Steve is basically Dustin’s surrogate father,” she giggled, lifting her sweet moon-shaped face to you in a soft smile.

You did feel a little self-conscious about not knowing, but there was a good reason for it. “Well, I’m...Eddie and I are…kind of a new thing.” But then you remembered that you did know a little bit about one of their old friends. “They’ve mentioned Max to me. I guess she visited a couple days ago? I didn’t get to meet her though.”

“Maxine is a riot!” Suzie exclaimed. “You’ll get you meet her and Lucas when the baby is born. They said they wanted to be here for the actual birth, but who can really tell when that will be? I’m due in a week, but I was born two weeks early, and my sister’s newest baby was born almost a month late,” her eyes got glossy. “Boy, I really can’t imagine holding this baby in for another hour, let alone another month.”

Eddie had his arm around Dustin’s shoulders as they approached, and he gave him a playful knuckle rub to the head before they parted.

Eddie greeted Suzie, and she went to stand up to hug him, but Eddie quickly bent over and kissed her on the cheek so that she wouldn’t have to move. He swallowed as he took in the enormous state of her pregnant belly. “Shouldn’t you be...resting? Is it too hot out here? Should we go inside? Are you comfortable in that chair?”

Suzie laughed. “My god, Eddie, you’re as bad as Dustin. I’m fine, I promise. I’m trying to shake this baby loose; this little person has rented out my womb for long enough.”

Eddie met your eyes and kissed you on the lips before he put his arm around you and pulled you against him.

It was the wrong side, again, and he winced.

Dustin noticed the look of pain. “What the hell happened to you?”

“He got stabbed,” you volunteered with a sheepish look on your face, tilting your head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Oh, of course he did,” Dustin said, his mouth wide. “What else would Eddie or Steve be doing on the weekends besides mortal combat?”

Suzie looked concerned, but Eddie assured the group that he was fine. He looked you in the face as he said: “So, did you two get to meet my girl?”

Your cheeks got warm, and you ran your hand up and down his back.

“Only briefly, before you rudely interrupted,” Dustin let him know, moving behind Suzie’s chair to put his hands on her shoulders. Dustin had been worried for a while there that Eddie would never move on from his ex, and that he would always be in a dark head space in regards to romance, and so seeing him with you made his heart feel light.

“You see Steve yet?” Eddie asked. “He’ll be pissed you didn’t come to see him first.”

“Um, not like we didn’t tryyyy,” Dustin raised both eyebrows. “No one was at the house and the tattoo shop wasn’t open yet. I talked to him on the phone a few weeks ago, but we weren’t sure when we’d be in town.”

Eddie thought about that for a second. It was very odd for neither one of them to be home, especially on a Sunday morning. But, there was a chance Robin took Oliver to a shift at work with her and Steve had spent the night at Astrid’s, depending on how early Dustin had popped by.

“I’ll find him,” Eddie assured them both. “Are you staying at your moms house.”

“Hell no,” Dustin responded almost too quickly. “I mean, I love my mother, don’t get me wrong, but she’s been driving us up the wall lately. We’re renting a house a few blocks away from her until everything is finalized at our new place.”

They all made a plan to meet up as soon as they could figure out where Steve and Robin were, and once they were gone, Eddie turned to you, cupping your neck to pull you against him.

“Is it okay that I introduced you as my girl?” He stroked his thumb across your chin as he asked it, chocolate eyes unsure if they should meet your gaze or watch your mouth.

You lifted up to brush your lips across his, tongue peeking out only slightly, making him groan a little. You searched his eyes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Is that what I am?”

Eddie put his hands on your lower back and brought his head back, wanting to see your whole face. “You tell me. I wanna hear it. Are you my girl?”

You were nodding yes before he even finished. “I’ve been your girl for a long time now, silly boy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie breathed in a chuckle, his cock growing as he met your sweet, eager mouth. He paused only to admit, “I’ve wanted you to be mine since that first day we met.”

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Of all the places Steve had hoped to wake up on Sunday morning, a jail cell was not one of them.

He made bail, and Robin was there to pick him up, giving him a dirty look as she did so. He had his sunglasses on, his Coffin Kings cut in his hand, and a cigarette bobbing between his lips as he got into the passenger seat and shut the door. The “seek and destroy” tat on the side of his neck displayed loud and proud.

“Nice shiner,” Robin said under her breath.

“Yeah, well, you should see the other guy,” Steve said, cupping his hands to light his smoke. His black eye was the only visible mark on him, but the dude he had a tussle with had gone to town on Steve’s ribs, and there would definitely be bruises there.

She made a face as she backed out of the parking spot. “You smell like vomit.”

He ignored her observation. “Where’s Ollie?”

“I dropped him at Astrid’s,” she said as she pulled her own sunglasses down from the top of her head to cover her eyes. “I didn’t want him to see this.”

“Why are you acting like this was all my fault?” Steve blanched, flicking ash out the window as they turned out of the courthouse, Somebody to Shove by Soul Asylum playing on the radio. “You don’t even know what happened.”

“I don’t have to know, Steve, that’s the point,” she barked. Her frustration with him was also mixed with a generous amount of worry. “When are you going to grow up and start walking away from danger instead of headlong into it every chance you get?”

“Oh I get it,” Steve said sarcastically. “So, you don’t care that Tina is back in town, and this had everything to do with her?”

Robin hit the breaks and turned to him so fast, a chunk of her hair stuck to her bottom lip. “What do you mean Tina is back in town?”

“Now you care?” He tapped his knee as he took another drag.

Robin felt like she forgot how to breathe, so she pulled over to park haphazardly along the sidewalk at an angle.

She turned the car off but left the air on. “You know how I feel about Tina, but please tell me you didn’t hit her.”

“Oh, fucking of course not,” Steve balked, snapping his head to look at her. He gestured to his black eye with the two fingers holding his cigarette, “this was courtesy of her new fiance. I think they were both on crack. They were waiting for me when I left work last night. Now, all of a sudden, out of the goddamn blue, Tina wants to see Oliver.”

Robin was shaking her head, gripping the steering wheel. “No, no, absolutely not,” she said, definitively. “She disappeared when he was 3 months old. No. There’s no way. She’s a drug addict, she’s a narcissist, no. Not a chance in hell.”

“I know, Rob, believe me. It’s not going to happen, okay?” Steve assured her with a wave of his hand. “At least not until she cleans her life up.”

Christina, Oliver’s biological mother, didn’t have a nurturing bone in her body, and never wanted anything to do with her son, but the fear had always been in the back of his head that one day she’d pop up like a mean, STD rash.

Robin felt her eyes getting moist and she wiped at her cheeks angrily. “Where are her and her fleabag fiance now?”

“Oh I put that scumbag in the hospital so hard,” Steve threw the rest of his cigarette out the window and licked his lips. “He’s lucky I didn’t put him in a grave. I’m sure Tina’s already changed her mind, you know how fickle and selfish she is. They were most likely on a bender and thought they’d come through town and fuck with us. They’re probably on their way back to Memphis by now. I don’t want you to worry about it, okay?”

Robin swallowed a few times, trying to allow him to comfort her. She never expected or intended to fall into this roll and be a mother to Steve’s son. But, it happened. Oliver was their son now, and she loved him as much as if he had grown in her womb. And, she would fight to keep him safe with the same level of conviction.

Steve sniffed and adjusted himself in his seat. “Thank you for bailing me out, by the way.”

Robin snorted as she started the car. “Dingus, I could barely afford the gas to drive over here, and you think I had the cash to bail you out? Get real.”

Steve frowned. “Who was it, then? They said I made bail. Otherwise, I’d still be rotting in there.”

“I assumed it was Astrid? Or Eddie?”

Steve shook his head. “Eddie doesn’t know, and Astrid is in the same financial hole we are.”

Robin put the car in drive but kept the break on. “Well, who was it then?” She posed the question as both of them searched their collective data bank memories for a close friend nearby who had more than two pennies to rub together, or something valuable to use as collateral.

Hours later, they still couldn’t think of anyone.

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You left Eddie reluctantly so that he could go look for Steve, and you could take a long awaited shower and throw your nicotine-saturated clothes in the wash. The business card with John Gregson’s email, phone number, and private extension was on your dresser, and you stopped to pick it up as you walked across the room. You meant to bring up the situation to Eddie, but the timing was never right. Was John trying to mess with you in the same way his wife wanted to mess with Eddie? You didn’t get a bad feeling from him, but now, after everything with the photos and Charlene paying people off, you weren’t sure.

A voice inside whispered that John could be an ally if you impressed him, and he had the notion to take you under his wing. John was the one with all the power at the end of the day, and if Charlene could play with fire, well then, so could you.

You decided to give him a call first thing Monday, and hopefully make a consultation appointment with him to get a taste for what type of art piece would suit his tastes and needs. You wondered if it was for his office or home? If it was a piece for his personal space at home, would you bump into Charlene while you were there, commiserating with her husband? The idea of getting under Charlene’s skin and making her sweat a little scratched an itch in you that you had not been able to reach for a while.

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Part 11

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[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 42 : Bull King advices

Wukong is super motivated now and he wanna makes the perfect confession, so he goes to the only guy he knows who has a healthy romantic relationship

Of course, Wukong was aware of the ways of courtship. Well, he was aware after listening to multiple explanations from his friends and brothers. He already tried some with Macaque. Especially gift-giving and praises. Yet Wukong couldn't help but fret for his confession. He wanted something grand. He wanted something heartfelt. Something that could convey everything hiding inside of his chest. Yet Sun Wukong wasn't a monkey of words. He didn't know how to use them, didn't know how to shape the feeling burning him.

The pilgrims weren't of any help. The only one with experience was Bajie, and Bajie's way wasn't to his taste. The pig puffed and huffed when Wukong told him he didn‘t like his ideas, and removed the peaches from tonight's dinner. Petty pig. The only one Wukong could think of with actual helpful experience was Bull King. The guy was married. Clearly he did something right. But would he be willing to help Wukong with his heart's problems? That was debatable. Nonetheless, the great sage managed to weasle a “yes” out of Sanzang mouth when he pleaded to be left with a few hours of break from the journey.

It couldn't hurt to try.

Last time Wukong saw his ex-sworn brother, it was to help save his kid's life. Maybe that would play in his favor. Maybe the Bull would be willing to humor him. Wukong felt galvanized. The only problem was the cubs. Macaque was still asleep, it's been three days since the Camel Ridge fight, and both cubs refused to leave their dad's side. Sanzang said Macaque would wake-up soon. Wukong hoped it was true. The wait was excruciating. What was troubling him right now, was that the cubs also refused to leave his side. Perhaps, they found comfort in his presence or they really did see him as their other parent. Wukong felt himself tear up at the thought. They didn't want him to leave.

“Come on, firecracker, it's only for a few hours. I'll be back in a jiffy.” Tried to explain Wukong. His daughter pouted, she was sitting on the tip of his snout and refused to go down. She hit his nose with her tiny fists in righteous fury. It didn't hurt at all.

Rumble was curled on Macaque's chest, he was looking up at him with a pout, which wasn't unusual, but there were tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.

“Hey, hey, bud, don't cry, please.” Pleaded Wukong. He couldn't win against his son's tears, and the lil gremlin knew it. Rumble's lower lips trembled and he began to sob. Oh how painful it was. It hurts more than any blade could ever. Wukong crouched down and leaned over him. “No, no, come on, Rumble, don't cry. Please. Pa wants to see you smile.” It didn't work at all, Wukong bit his lips. “Okay, okay, I'll, huh, I'll take you two and Mac with me. Please just stop crying bud, you're gonna make me cry too.” Rumble stopped and looked at his sister. She considered the offer for a few seconds and then patted Wukong's snout in agreement. The deal was sealed. Wukong sighed. “Okay, but you two behave, no running around in Bull King castle.” Both cubs blinked innocently at him, Wukong wasn't fooled by their act, those two were born troublemakers.

The great sage put the sleeping Macaque in his heart pocket with the two cubs. Both infants giggled at the motion and clutched Macaque, curling around him. Once they were all comfortable, Wukong stepped in his cloud and flew towards the Bull King territory. The flight was short. It didn't take long until they reached the lava covered lands. Wukong landed in the front door and took a deep breath. He knocked on the door and fiddled with his tiger skirt nervously. He hoped the Bull would hear him out. But he wasn't sure. The memory of the Camel Ridge fight was still fresh. He pushed it to the back of his mind. Not willing to think about it. But it lingered nonetheless. Haunting him in his darkest hours.

The door creaked open. Bull King didn't change at all, he was as tall as in his memories, yet he also looked a bit older, they were creases on his face Wukong wasn't familiar with. Most of all, there was a babbling baby with red hair in his arms. He looked more mature than the fight-driven and teasing brother Wukong was used to. “Simian, what are you doing here?” Asked the Bull King.

“I, huh, I need advice.” Awkwardly chuckled Wukong.

The Bull King narrowed his eyes, he then looked at his baby and sighed. “I owe you greatly, so I will indulge you.” Wukong sighed in relief. He followed after the Bull and dived in the castle.

They settled in a silent living room lightened up by the flames of a cheminee-fire. Bull King settled his baby on his knees and crossed his arms. Red Son crossed his arms too, a poor imitation of Bull King's own posture. “So what do you want?” Asked Bull King.

“How did you confess to Princess Iron Fan?” Blurted out Wukong. Perhaps he could have been subtler. But he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

“Don't tell me you're still not with the lil simian. It's been centuries.” Sighed Bull King. Wukong scratched his neck in embarrassment and averted his eyes. “You fool. Both of you.” Bull King pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, Red Son did the same, it was cute. “Did you at least initiate courting?”

“I did. I, huh, gave clothes and food, and I praised him a lot!” Wukong felt the two gremlins in his pocket move at the raise of his voice, he put one finger in his pocket to appease his cubs. Immediately, his finger was bitten by Savage, this lil piranha.

“That's the bare minimum.” Huffed Bull King. “And so now you wish to confess?”

“Yeah… I… I don't want to wait any longer. How did you do it with your wife?”

“I organized a huge feast where I covered her in jewels.” Huffed Bull King with pride, Red Son huffed too. Wukong winced, he didn't think Macaque would enjoy a feast. “But that was my wife. You have to think about what the macaque would like.”

“He likes, huh, he likes theater, and doing his shadow play. He likes herbs. He prefers the night and silent places. I want to do something huge.”

“Would he like something huge?” Wukong winced a little.

“.... Probably not. He’ll like something heartfelt. But I don't know how to do something heartfelt.”

“You're not good with words, but that doesn't mean you can't be heartfelt with any other means. Weren't you good at drawing back in the days? Why don't you do a portrait of him ?” Wukong perked up at the idea. He liked that. It's been a long time since he drew anything, but he could do that. Maybe a nice dinner under the moon with the cubs. And he'll hand over the portrait, and tell his feelings. That sounded rather… nice.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Nodded Wukong. He wanted to say more but he was interrupted by a familiar shriek of laughter. Wukong's eyes widened in alarm and he looked around. He cursed. His daughter was climbing Bull King leg, somehow, someway, she already managed to reach his lap and she stood besides Red Son.

Red Son looked down at the lil monkey with a curious face. Savage crawled over and began to climb him. She reached the top of his red hair and shouted in victory. Red Son pouted and tried to get her out of his hair but he failed and rolled in his father's lap.

“Oh Gods, Savage!” Wukong leaped on his feet, he approached Red Son and took his daughter back. “I told you to behave.” Savage looked up at him and did a lil blep. Wukong sighed, he looked in his pocket and was glad to find Rumble curled up on Macaque's chest, at least his son was too lazy to cause troubles.

“So you do really have cubs.” Hummed Bull King. Savage looked at the Bull Demon and chirped in excitement. She really wanted to hang around those huge horns! “You had cubs with your lil lover but you never confessed your feelings to him?” Asked Bull King with raised eyebrows.

“It's a… complicated situation.” Nervously chuckled Wukong.

“You are aware your lil lover probably already knows your feelings if you two danced together?”

Wukong frowned for a second, when it dawned on him what exactly the Bull King was referring to, his fur puffed up and he flushed. “W-we never d-danced. It's not like I-I don’t want to but it's too soon! We just had cubs!”

Bull King looked at him with an unimpressed gaze and snorted. Wukong scowled. Why did he even think this guy became more mature with his baby? He didn't change at all!

+ cut scenes

PIF : I am going out tonight, you are on babysitting duty.

Bull King *who just woke up* : Really? 😔

PIF : 🤨

Bull King : I mean, it would be an honor 🫡

 

Bull King : Just you and me son. Let's hope nothing happens. 😌

Wukong : excuse me, I'm looking for advices?

Bull King : Well I talked too soon.

 

Savage *when she was hitting Sun Wukong to make him stay* : My fists doens't seem to take him down. What a tough opponent. Brother, bring in the waterworks. 😠

Rumble : Alright, sister!

Savage : Ah! He caved! As expected, another victory for us. Pa is soft and malleable. 😌

Rumble : Truly the perfect victim 😌

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[thesharktanksdriver]

Hey! So I wanted to ask something about determination! reader, have the characters of the movies meet Reader? Like for example Uta or Tesoro of film gold?

Anyways I lover You work and I hope to see the part of Roger! ✨

Hello!!! Sorry for getting to your ask so late, I’ve been really tired these past few days lol.

But as for your questions kinda?

I have to retcon y/n meeting Uta as a baby cause it doesn’t match up timeline wise. I assumed Shanks found her just before Roger died but I’m pretty sure I’m wrong about that lol.

But I do want to write a lil something for Uta, she’s a personal favourite of mine and she in my opinion doesn’t get enough attention.

I’d like to make something about y/n meeting her and somehow convincing her of how the wake-shroom is dangerous, maybe by eating it and dying lol. I might even make something later on with the straw hats meeting up with her in Elegia for a reunion for her and Luffy….plus a duet between her, Brook and y/n would be killer. I just want good things for her 😭

As for Tesoro if think something interesting could be that they both met while slaves, but I’m unsure if that timeline wise since y/n was a slave when boa and her sisters were for an undetermined amount of time until Boa was forced to kill them.

Really sad idea for that though is that in that time Tesoro tried his best to help and protect them before they were killed. Maybe they had even met because he could hear them quietly singing to try and comfort Boa and her sisters and it reminded him of Stella :[

That idea is really funny tho when it comes to one piece gold cause he has a panic attack realizing their

A) alive after he assumed they died cause he saw the girls they were with uncontrollably sobbing, now he thinks they had somehow escaped

B) with the straw hats he’s actively trying to kill

C) damn, he needs their skincare routine cause they look like they haven’t aged at all!

Even if this route isn’t the case, i cousl kinda see him doing his whole thing In gold of trying to capture and kill the straw hats but then sees they have this random kid with them that reminds a little too much of Stella and assumes the straw hats kidnapped them and is holding them as some sort of hostage.

Which in turns makes him even more pissed and determined (lol) to kill these damn pirates and save this kid.

If this was the case of scenario of their meeting, y/n opening up about their own time as well as a slave would be really interesting. Especially since in many regards he became like the world novels he hated, taking pleasure in others suffering as well as having insane amounts of wealth to live in luxury while also being hypocritical and hating other wealthy people who act exactly like him.

Tesoro wouldn’t get why y/n looks at him with a sad and also horrified look in their eyes.

Why they seem afraid of him when he had “saved” them.

Another potential movie character I can see as an interesting person for y/n to meet is Z.

Because for a much as Z hates pirates I don’t think he’d be willing to hurt a kid, not when his was killed. So he’s left in a weird impasse of wanting to kill the straw hats but also trying to keep y/n not involved even if he knows they’re also a pirate and their actively joining in on the fights.

Doesn’t help that the marines there to stop him reaallly want y/n too, so he kinda has to deal with Borsalino and making sure that the admiral nor y/n’s crew doesn’t get them.

I’d definitely imagine y/n would get in heated arguments with the dude, especially since they’re not letting someone mess with Roger’s legacy and cause they get his pain (somewhat at least).

They’ve been on the receiving end of cruelty from pirates.

But at the same time marines have done arguably much worse yet uphold the status of justice.

What is justice when they murder all infants on an island due to fear of Roger having a blood child.

What is justice when they wipe out an entire race of people and take their land to make Mary geoise.

What is justice when they make living weapons.

What is justice when marines can kill civilians with only so much as a small punishment by HQ.

What justice is there in tracking down escaped slaves and being lapdogs for celestial dragons.

At least pirates though some are equally terrible don’t proclaim themselves under the hypocrisy of “justice”. Don’t claim to be holy saints when they try and kill someone for the sin of their father being a pirate.

[h0nology]

The Metkayina Way

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

warnings: more nightmares, mentions of violence and death, crying, fluff, angst, mentions of mating, reader and neteyam are aged up, ronal gets a lil mean, pinch of possessiveness, arguing. as always, let me know if i missed anything

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 6.2

The boy had kept his word, meeting you out by the beach late last night before walking to the pond together, hand in hand and falling asleep on that same patch of grass. It was so much easier to fall asleep in his embrace, but it didn’t stop the dreams from coming.

Your eyes shot open, sucking in your breathe like it was trying to run from you. You slowly removed Neteyam’s hand from off your hip, lifting your head up from his arm that you used for a pillow. You tiptoed to the water, splashing your face with water quietly, trying not to wake the boy.

That mission had been failed. Neteyam was awake as soon as you removed his hand from your hip, leaving him with a empty feeling. He needed you.

“Oh ewya, I am going crazy.” Neteyam heard you whisper to yourself.

Neteyam couldn’t sit there and watch you suffer alone anymore, he didn’t understand why you did. He wanted you to be able to talk to him, like he talks to you. He sat up, soon standing to his feet as he called out your name. You didn’t respond, only quickly wiping your tears away. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“It is okay to cry, y’know?” Neteyam rubs your arm, “You do not need to be ashamed.”

You couldn’t even respond to him, tears instantly falling from your eyes, sobs trying to escape from your throat. You laid your head on his chest as he soothed you, like you were some child. Oh, this is so pathetic you thought to yourself.

“Can you tell me about this dream?” Neteyam shifts to move in front of you, tilting your chin up so that you would look at him, your big blue eyes puffy from all the crying you had been doing, “Please?”

“Nete…” You shook your head.

“No, do not shut me out. Please talk to me, let me help you. That is what we’re here for, right?” He looked around the area that you two called your own, “My beautiful girl, I cannot stand to see you cry.”

His beautiful girl. Your idiot boy just called you his.

“Except you cannot help me, Nete. Death is inevitable.”

“What are you talking about?” The boy sat there confused, he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear those words come out of your mouth.

“Every night there is chaos, violence. It is the same muffled screams and blurred faces, every night. Then it is silence, and there is this–this, unknown lifeless body in my arms. My arms, Neteyam! I could not save them.” Tears filled your eyes once again, “I could not save them. What if it was my sister, or Ao’nung—he is always getting himself into trouble.” You shook your head, crying harder at the thought.

“Enough with the what if’s.” He pulls you into his chest, “We are all still here, aren’t we? You have nothing to worry about, it is just a silly dream.”

“Then why does it keep repeating?”

Neteyam didn’t have the answer for that question, all he could do was sit there and soothe you, hoping your worries would go away. If anyone told Neteyam a couple weeks ago he’d be holding the most intimidating yet beautiful girl he’d ever met in his arms while she cried in chest, he would’ve called them a fool and laughed it off. But here he was, holding everything he’s ever wanted in his arms. You.

You don’t remember how it happened but Neteyam had gotten you to fall back asleep, wrapped up in his strong arms. Once the both of you had woken up, you were about to part ways but Neteyam grabbed your wrist.

“Join me and my family for breakfast.” He smiles at you, “Neteyam..” You trailed off, the thought of it sent knots to your stomach. You felt responsible for your brothers actions and you were sure the last person they wanted in their pod was his sister.

“They will not mind, I promise.” He assured you, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

You looked in the direction of your pod and then back to Neteyam, who could only smile at you. You playfully rolled your eyes at the boy and let him drag you to his family’s pod.

Tuk gasped as the two of you appeared in front of the entrance, calling your name as she ran up to you and hugged you.

“What about me?” Neteyam looked at his little sister, “Oh, we get enough of you.” Kiri approached you as well, joining the hug.

“Where have you two been? We have been looking for the both of you.” Neytiri asks as she cut up some fruit.

“They have a spot.” Lo’ak says nonchalantly as he lays on the floor, fiddling with something.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam and Kiri had scolded the boy in unison, you looked over at Kiri, confused.

Tsireya.

Jake let’s out of a chuckle, “Boys, come help me with the fish.”

Neteyam sent you a smile before grabbing something off the table and walking out with his father and brother. You took it upon yourself to help with breakfast, joining Kiri and Neytiri with cutting up fruit and vegetables.

“So, what is this spot you speak of?” Neytiri wiggles her eyebrows at you, “I discovered it some time ago, going there to clear my mind when needed, I decided to show it to Nete to help him as well.” You told her.

“Nete, huh? He has a nickname now?” Kiri teased and you blushed, waving her off.

“Is he okay?” Neytiri looked up at you, “Yes, he is fine…it is just—easier for us to sleep there..” You stammered with your words, not wanting to get you two into any trouble.

“I see…” She trails off, “I can tell my son really likes you, and I like you for my son. You are smart, honorable. I admire that about you.”

“Thank you.” You smile at the woman as she continues to cut the fruit in front of her.

Soon the boys came back in, working on whatever they had caught for a while before you all sat together and ate. Engaging in conversation that just flowed, you and Neteyam being the most affectionate you’ve ever been in public, your head on his shoulder as you finished up your food. You loved the family already, and how accepting they were. You haven’t even told your family about your liking of the boy and you already knew they weren’t going to have the same reaction his parents did.

After breakfast you helped Neytiri clean up, even though she insisted you didn’t have to. You said your goodbyes to everyone, telling them you’d see them later as Neteyam walked you to your family’s pod.

“Thank you, Nete. For everything.” You stopped him on the beach, right where your pod was, “Do not mention it, it is what I’m here for, pretty girl.” He smiles at you.

You could tell he wanted to walk with you, maybe even speak to your parents but you shook your head, dismissing the idea, you shot him a slight smile before turning and walking up to your pod. When you walked in, your family was gathered, they had been waiting for you.

“Sit down.” Your mother glanced down to where she wanted you to sit, right in front of her.

“Your siblings have brought to my attention that you have taking a liking in the eldest son of that demon, is this where you have been sneaking off to every night?!”

You looked over at Ao’nung and Tsireya, your two siblings that you thought you could trust—one of them at least. Tears swelled up in Tsireya’s eyes as you looked at her with a blank expression, you didn’t want to blame her, you knew she had no choice but the thought still made your chest hurt.

“Answer me, child” Your mother snapped, regaining your attention, “Yes.” You whispered.

“You don’t really think that I would allow for you to be with that–that half breed demon! That I would allow for you two to be mated together!”

“He is not a demon!” You dare to raise your voice at your mother.

Her eyes shot daggers into yours, the room was completely silent, you had never done that before.

“That same demon is the root of all of your problems, my child. He is the reason you are going through that same cycle every single night, he is consuming your conscious, eating you alive. Like a demon does.”

“Ronal.” You father stepped in.

You don’t know what took over you, hissing at your mother before walking out of your family’s pod, purposely knocking over a few things in the process. Your family called for you, their voices started to get closer so you picked up your pace, beginning to sprint towards the little forest your island had. You pushed any members of the clan who got in your way, eventually disappearing into the tall trees. All you could do was run, you didn’t even stop at your usual spot, you ran until you couldn’t run anymore, on the complete other side of the island. You let out a frantic scream, not caring who or what heard you. You screamed, and screamed and screamed until you fell to your knees beginning to loudly sob.

Words usually don’t get to you, nobody’s, not even your mothers but it was something about that word. Demon. He was far from it. It’s like Ewya herself has sent him right to you, he was the most kind and gentle man you’ve ever encountered but he was also stern, and dominant when he needed to be. And that’s what you loved about him. He was helpful, he didn’t judge you, you felt safe and comfortable with him. Something you’ve never gotten from any boy before, there was a line of them wanting to be your mate, but you never even considered any of them. It was meant for you to wait, to wait for him. You knew from the moment you saw him you wanted him, that is was meant for you two to be together as one. Sure it may have sounded a little crazy, and that’s why you didn’t admit it at first but him and his family was sent here for a reason, you had waited to pick a mate for a reason. That reasoning being him.

Your crying eventually stopped as you begun taking deep breaths, regulating your heartbeat. You wiped your face, though it was still very visible that you had been crying. You looked at the grains of sand below you, the only thoughts in your head was all the lecturing and scolding you’d get when you returned. You took a deep breath, figuring you might as well get it over with now. You stood to your feet, beginning to walk back into the forest and towards your clan. You eventually began to run, walking not really doing much for your mind right now. You ran until your toes met the familiar sand, stopping when a group of familiar faces came into your view.

“Where have you been? Everybody has been wor—” Neteyam says as you approached him but you cut him off by attacking him with a hug, tightly wrapping your arms around him. He was taken back at first but eventually pulled you closer to him, taking in your warm embrace.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You whispered in his ear.

The boy pulled you out of the hug, holding on to your arms as he looked at you with softened eyes. It’s like all the wind had been knocked out of his chest, he couldn’t believe the words that had just came out of your mouth.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me.” You say, “Say it again.” He more so demanded than asked.

“I see you, idiot boy.” You repeated.

His eyes never left yours, pulling your by your waist back into another hug.

“I see you, my beautiful girl.” His grip becomes slightly tighter, “You will be mine. We will be eachothers, I do not care what anyone has to say.”

This words made your heart happy but also had caused a foreign feeling in between your legs, you didn’t get much time to even think about it because the loud sound of the horn interrupted your thoughts. You and Neteyam pulled out eachother’s embrace, looking around to see what was going on.

“They have returned! Our spirit brother and sisters have returned!”

You let out a gasp, a smile forming on your face as you grabbed Neteyam’s hand, leading him towards the water. It’s so quick how your emotions had changed, you had just went from crying to feeling like the happiest girl in the clan. You dive into the water, Neteyam following after you. You swam around, looking all over for your sister and Neteyam tried his best to keep up with you. You swam even faster when you found her, resting your head on her when you two had finally connected. You rubbed her skin before going over to her fin, holding on to it as she dives deeper into the water before shooting up in the air where you two had flipped together. Neteyam watched you two in awe, taking in the whole moment.

“How have you been sister?” You signed to her.

“I am well. How is the family?”

“My brother is a pain, Tsireya and my father is doing well, and my mother is pregnant again.”

“Just be patient with him, but that is good to hear. I am with child as well.”

“That is wonderful news!” You signed, smiling at her.

“Have you mated yet?”

“No, but I have finally found him. Neteyam.” You looked over at Neteyam who was with Tuk looking at all the Tulkun’s around them, “He is from the forest, he arrived not too long ago.”

“I am glad you finally found yours. I was starting to worry.”

You laughed at her comment, swimming down to Neteyam and Tuk so that you could introduce them. You tapped him on his shoulder so that he would follow you.

“Neteyam, this is Ìlewyi. My spirit sister.”

“It is nice to meet you.” He signed to her.

“You as well.”

You all talked for a while, Tsireya and the others joining you after a while. You still haven’t said a word to her, or Ao’nung, though you really didn’t pay them any mind, too busy focused on Ìlewyi. You relaxed on her fin as you watched every one around you enjoy each others company, taking in the peaceful moment.

“Where is my spirit brother?” You watched Lo’ak sign to your little sister.

“You do not have one silly.”

“Yes I do, he saved my life outside the reef.”

If you could let out a deep sigh right now, you would. You knew exactly what he was talking about, who he was talking about.

“Until next time, my sister.” You tell Ìlewyi, “These kids are always getting themselves into something.”

“Be the greatest big sister you can be.”

You hugged what you could one last time before swimming over to Tsireya and Lo’ak, telling them come out of the water. Everybody seemed to have followed you out of the water, leading them to the same place where you all always gather.

“Lo’ak, do explain to me what you were telling Tsireya.” You leaned against the tree, crossing your arms and legs, everybody looking at the boy questionably.

“My brother, Payakan, he saved my life.” Lo’ak says, shrugging his shoulders.

Tsireya looks down at her lap, you and Ao’nung shaking your heads and sighing at the boys comments while his siblings sat there, confused on as to why everyone was reacting this way.

“You bonded with Payakan?!” Ao’nung yelled at the boy, “Quiet! It is your fault he was out there in the first place!” You scolded your brother.

“Why is it such a big deal?!” Kiri asked you, “Payakan is outcast, he has brought shame to this clan. He is not accepted here, you should not have bonded with him.” You tell the boy.

“He saved my life!” He yells at you, “Lo’ak.” Neteyam warned, looking at his brother.

“I understand that, Lo’ak but that does not matter. Not anymore. He is dangerous, and he is not accepted by the clan!”

“You all are not listening to me!” Lo’ak gets up, walking away from the group.

Your sister follows after him and you looked down at your feet, kicking the sand in front of you. You didn’t want to tell your parents, it was not the boy’s fault, you knew that but you also knew if you didn’t tell them it’d get deeper than it needed to be. You let out a deep sigh, massaging your temple. The boy stressed you out more than your own siblings and he hasn’t been here for that long.

Ao’nung had sensed your discomfort with the idea, “I will tell our parents.”

Oh I am sure you would want to, is what you wanted to say until you realized this was some type of way he was trying to redeem himself. This is what Ao’nung always did instead of just apologizing to you, you learned to accept that, knowing he wouldn’t stop his stubborn ways. Your brother left, leaving you with Neteyam and his sisters.

“I am going to apologize in advance for the way my parents are about to act.”

“I am sorry that my brother is always bringing some type of trouble.” Neteyam walks over to you, “He is a handful.” You slightly chuckle.

“Tell me about it.” Kiri playfully rolled her eyes.

And soon enough you all were gathered outside your family’s pod, Jake and Neytiri joining you as your father yelled at the group. All he did was repeat what you had told the group not too long ago, then adding the backstory on what had happened. Lo’ak let all of your fathers words go in one ear and out the other, not wanting to hear what he had to say at all.

“I’m sorry but I know what I know.” Lo’ak shrugs at your father, you bit back a hiss as your father quickly approached the boy, “Father!” Tsireya yelled out.

Jake stood between his son and your father, telling his son off before walking back over to Neytiri.

“You hush! You disappoint me, daughter.” He looks over at Tsireya who was holding back tears, “How could you let him bond with outcast?”

“And where were you? You had one job, and that was to watch over them! All of them, instead you spend all your time with that demon!” Your mother spat, gaining a hiss from Neytiri.

You winced at her words, looking down at your hands in your lap. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Neteyam, whose eyes were burning into your skin.

“You all are dismissed.” Your father announced, you didn’t dare even glance at Neteyam as he left, not with your mother watching you.

Neteyam didn’t know why, but as he walked out of your pod with his family he couldn’t help but blame himself for the scolding you had gotten. He saw how upset you were, not even being able to look at him. And he felt terrible, wanting to comfort you in any and which way.

After the group was dismissed you sat out on your dock, feet in the water as you looked out in the distance, eclipse starting to begin. It wasn’t long until you were joined, you had thought it was Tsireya, or even Ao’nung creeping up on you but it was your father. He took a seat next you before pulling you into a side hug, you tried your best not to break down into tears right then and there.

“My eldest daughter, you are a smart and powerful young woman and warrior. I knew since the day you were born that you would do great things, making me—all of us extremely proud. I trust that you make the best decisions, you always have—that is why I will not deny you of making your own.”

You pull out of the hug, looking up at him about to speak but he cuts you off before you could even say anything.

“Though the family has boughten trouble, I can tell you really like this young man and there is nothing we can say or do to change your mind about it. And I will discuss that with your mother.”

You smiled at the last part but it soon dropped when you had processed everything else he had said. Trouble.

“Trouble?”

“There was a attack on another one of the clans, the sky people. They are looking for him.” He stated, “War will come, I do not know when but I know we will be prepared.”

tags: @afro-hispwriter @mashiromochi @neteyamforlife @fanboyluvr @pandoramyst @y2unagiz

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 42

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Wrath of Kzhan by Oh_Contrary

A mission goes terribly wrong when Lance and Pidge are betrayed by their would-be allies. Now Pidge is injured and it's up to Lance to get her to safety-- But can he do so in time to save her? And even if he does, who's going to save him?

pidge & lance fic? ft. bamf protective lance? focus on platonic/sibling love? i got u guys. hard angst with a lot of fear but heavy fluff and comfort at the end, and a very interesting and intentional plot!

2. Lion Heart by ErinWantsToWrite

Lance can't remember. He doesn't know where he is, why he's on this strange planet- yeah a planet that isn't earth- he's just fourteen! Why was he here? Where was his mom? His big sister? Why was this giant, mechanical, blue lion comforting him? Why were these people talking to him through a helmet, even if he couldn't answer? How does he get out of this suit-Who are those purple dudes outside of the lion?

i will always always ALWAYS have the softest of soft spots for de-aged lance. its gotta be one of the top three plot devices fr. oh? lance doesnt know how to be his true self around his team? and his team doesnt know how to understand him yet? here is an easy and fun to read solution 😊

3. Hide and Seek by @zipadeea

“We can’t say blue, I’m already blue. It would just get confusing.” “You go out of your way to make our lives confusing, Lance.” “Memes save lives, Keith. That’s all you need to know.” The story of how Voltron got its official Code Blue for medical emergencies. And the five times the paladins use it.

this fic is pretty evenly centered around all the team, but shiro lovers im calling u rn. the last scene with keith and lance and shiro actually made me want to curl up and sob in the best possible way i thought it about it for days after

4. Up the river by @zipadeea

Lance falls in a river on a strange planet, and gets stranded up the river with an even stranger kid. He's getting pretty tired of waiting for his friends to come rescue him, before realizing, maybe this time, he's going to have to figure out a way to save himself.

i need yall to undestand how batshit feral this fic made me. im always a little bit obsessed with religious imagery, thats just how things are, but this one just had it everywhere and so seamlessly?? in fact i think i actually went insane about this fic before in a separate post, i cant remember when, i just know that ive read this fic a stupid amount of times and i have specific lines memorised and i think about it all the time

5. Take It In, Feel It All and Hold It by @bleusarcellewrites

“Do you wanna try it out, Lance?” Lance blinks at him, eyes narrowed in confusion and making the adult to chuckle. “Dancing, son. Do you wanna dance with me?” “I dunno how, papa.” The five years-old bites his lower lip unsure, looking up at his dad nervously but the adult just smiles softly at his son and holds out both of his hands towards the child. “It’s okay, son,” he comforts gently, “Just take my hands, I got you.” [Small moments that made Lance realize how much he loves dancing with the people he loves]

okay i know a good chunk of you are new so im gonna give u a lil chunk of information, from a voltron elder (my old ass). bleusarcelle was at one point the reigning goddamn monarch of the klance fic world like well and truly. the most iconic and well loved domestic klance fics have ALL come from bleusarcelle i swear to god. and this fic? this particular one? this one is absolutely THEE most parent klance fic of all time. read this and have ur cheeks ache with your smile

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[bee-birb]

compiled my thoughts whilst watching sonic prime s3, shes a doozy

WATCHING IT

he ate shit again :3

AHHHH THEY HELD HANDS (for half a second to propel forward) BUT STILL

shadow COUGHING??? he can get HURT??? nah he just fell

HE ATE SHIT AGAIN I LOVE THIS SONIC

🎶there goes hawaii, there-ere goes hawaii🎵 🎵there goes hawaii, the island is gone🎶

THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS GORGEOUS

THE LITTLE DETAILS AHHHH LIKE TEHIR EYES MOVING AND EARS AND SHADOWS CHEST FUR MOVES WHEN HE BREATHES AHHHH SO GOOD

BIRDIE GO BRRRR

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 4

nine: “i hate chili dogs!” sonic: dramatic and wounded gasp

I need to get this off my chest why does sonic slap his ass as a taunt ive seen it in prime and ive seen in in x, this is a recurring theme and i am wtfing at it, why does sonic have a thing for smackin his ass as a taunt? idk but its fuckin hilarious, your ass is not that juicy it is not tempting, save the ass slapping for the bedroom you blue gumball son of a bitch, Sonic you have flat ass syndrome stop

DYING ONE OF THE BIGS JUST GOT SPINDASHED AND LOST HIS MEMORY AND STARTED TALKING BRITISH THIS WAS NEVER RESOLVED WHAT THE FUCK, DAMNIT NOW I HAVE TO HATE PIRATE BIG CUZ HES FUCKIN BRITISH

GIANT BIG HAHAHAHAHA GIANT BIG ROBOT SOBS HES JUST A GUY HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE MADE A ROBOT DOUBLE WHO SHITS FROGGIE NUKES

where the FUCK is sonics boyfriend you cant hide in the crater the entire climax battle dumbass getchyo gay striped glutes out here and save you bf

bro got hit with a bomb and SURVIVED

SCREAMS AT THE GAY IDIOTS IN THE CREVICE DOING GAY SHIT LIKE SMASHING EACH OTHER GAYYYY

LMAO SHADOW ACTUALLY SMILED, granted, he was talking about “smashing hordes of sonics” (probably about destroying them but it was offcamera so we’ll never know) IT WAS SO CUTE

i also need 4 rocks, 80 ft of vine, and a time machine

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 6

the gang is not impressed by sonics bf

there goes hawaii, there-there goes hawaii, there goes hawaii, the island is gone pt 2

gonna draw this stupidhead 🫶

THE LIL NODS I AM SCREAMING

me when 6 identical copies of me attack my boyfriend (its kinda hot)

"AAAAAHHAAAHHAAAA! aaaahhhaaaahhh! splat."

YUHHH STEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND AGAIN thats like what the 4th time???

renegade knux makes the best faces ngl like his expressions are top tier

shadow has not been onscreen in 10 minutes give me more of the edgy swifty, THE KING HAS RETURNED

SHADOW NODDING WHEN SONIC SACRIFICES HIMSELF HE KNOWS AHHHHH THE FUCKING NODS I AM SCREAMING THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITHOUT WORDS LOSING MY MARBLES GOING KOOKY SCREAMING

OMGOMGOMG WHEN SONIC IS SAYING HOW HES GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND HE SAYS "If I do this" AND SHADOWS FISTS TIGHTEN HE CARES IM NOT CRAZY BUT IM SURE NOT NORMAL

CRYING he still has a smile as hes going to fucking DIE AHHHHH SCREAMING

ahhh the gateways are the shape of the shards

HE FUCKING SMILES AS HES ABOUT TO GET THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF HIM HIS LITERAL GLUE HOLDING HIS ATOMS TOGETHER WILL BE SLURPED LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW AND THIS INSUFFERABLE SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT IS SMILING IM GOING TO COMMIT SEVERAL WAR CRIMES

HIS FISTS TIGHTEN AGAIN WHEN THE MACHINE TURNS ON IM LOSING MY GRIP ON REALITY

AHHHHHHHHH THE FUCKING DROOP THE REACH SCREAMS IN AGONY THE HOPE IN HIS EYES AND HOW HE REACHES UP TO HELP- HE DROPS IT HIS EARS DROOP HES SAD AND LOSES LIGHT AND HIS EYES OH HIS EYES SPEAK MULTITUDES

old man soccer

HE STAYS BEHIND WHILE THE RESISTANCE FIGHTS THE CC SO HE CAN MAKE SURE SONIC DOESNT EAT SHIT WHILE HES BREAKING APART AT THE SEAMS

gay ass hand on hip side lean, fucking queer

OMGGGGG RUSTY KEPT THE GRIM ROSE HAMMER CACKLES SHE WILL BECOME AN EVEN BETTER WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

HIS FISTSSSSS THEY CLENCH WHEN SONIC IS LIKE DYING ON THE SHIPPPP

hA the sisters rose are FAILING now his bf gets to save his blue gumball ass

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN SONIC FAINTS GEDGIYFVJITWSGHIFE

BRO IS FUCKING TRANSPARENT SIR WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO BE SO LOW OPACITY YOUR ATOMS ARE SLINGING AWAY FROM YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS FASTER THAN IF YOU WERE RADON YOU SELF DESTRUCTIVE IMBECILE

THE FUCKING NODS I CANTTTTTT

SONIC SMILES HES SO HAPPY TO SEE SHADS ON THE PRISM

lol rock gone get rekt eggbreath

HE DOES LITTKE EAR WIGGLES AHHH SO CUTE

you have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life, i hope you both die.

SCREAMS IT IS BEAUTIFUL EXCELLENT ENDING 10/10 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHADOW GO WITH THE THING IDC ITS BEAUTIFUL CRYING WHERES MY FANFIC

[doctor-octiddius]

This ended up being a long ramble about Siddig's characters whoops

Every time i think about Sid I want to fall to my knees sobbing. I feel like that gif of the wailing emoji that is disintegrating, like just knowing that this man exists gets me so aourhgrhghghhh :'(( I cannot believe that Julian Bashir and Ra's al Ghul are played by the same man; as in, I was incredibly into Gotham back in 2017, a little just before he joined the show and now years later he is stuck in my brain again. I remember every damn frame of him. How is that this same guy. (I wrote "gay" at first, help me 😭 I mean hey, with Sid saying that he played all his straight characters as a bit gay, anything's possible) Also i haven't really interacted with this whole Sid hyperfixation in a lil bit and it's making me so sad, god forbid i have other interests.

Actually, I lied, I keep relistening to the audio dramas he's been in. I'm now hijacking my own post to yell about some of his audio drama characters because they are my favourites ever of all time.

ROSTO FROM THE EIGHT DOCTOR ADVENTURES (Sisters of the Flame/Vengeance of Morbius)

My babygirl being a 10 foot tall centipede cop ??? It's more likely than you think !!! He is literally just that. That's all he is. He makes funky bug sounds when he talks, he's a bit silly, he's so cute, he disconnected himself completely from his home to focus on his job... I love him so bad, I want to hug him, but I think that's a form of affection he just wouldn't understand, but I am willing to try anything. I am ignoring his ending, I was able to save him actually and now he's all good again and we are best friends <3

THE SULTAN/THE SHANAKI FROM DOCTOR WHO: THE MONTHLY ADVENTURES (1001 Nights)

WE GET SID AS THE DOCTOR FOR A BIT TECHNICALLY ??? But also The Shanaki... OOUGGHGHH THE SHANAKI...... This guy has lived through several lifetimes and boy do I need to know all of them. What lives has he led exactly? Like, he could have been anyone, any celebrity, any public figure. What did he do to all of the people whose psyches he stole? Has he actually learned anything through them; have they only ever been human lives? How did the breakdown at the end with him mixing up lives and experiences influence him further on? Please I need to know everything about him immediately.

DR. REESE FROM ALIEN: RIVER OF PAIN

Motherfucker named Bartholomew Reese. He's a bitch. I love him. That is all. Thank you. (I read the book too, and every little description of him I ate up, though the book seemed kinda boring, lacking any suspense etc. I loved the little bit of regret he had before his end, which wasn't shown in the audio at all, even if it was very short and simple.)

THE PERSIAN FROM THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Don't even get me started on this one. The Persian in general is like my favourite character of all time, but him played by Sid? I am so biased in so many ways. My PotO hyperfixation has led me to so many places, and all I've learnt is that the ALW musical, which I used to worship as a kid, is mid (story wise, I still love the music), and everyone keeps fucking getting rid of the most important character of the story. This audio drama is so good, it's quite faithful to the book, it's the best adaptation in my opinion, I am in love with this daroga.

I feel like I have to mention Ted from The Flat Edge of the Earth, but I have to relisten to it to better form an opinion on all that (I say that since I've listened to all the other audio dramas at least like four times (PotO near 30 times, but we won't talk about that). That's the same reason I haven't mentioned Captain Nemo from one of the DW audios either since I've only heard that once.) He seems very goofy, though, and having just an hour of Sid and Nana in my ears was fun.

But yeah, that is all. If you read through this entire ramble then hi hey :3 I am so normal about his roles

[andro-dino]

ever since i got into sbr the bombermen now live in my brain..... maybe some domestic hcs for the bros and the dastardly bombers?? after the latter get redeemed im interested to know how you think they acclimated to being normal guys again

SBR IN MY INBOX FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE

There’s so many thoughts that have just been brewing around up there for ages. One that is like a suuuuuper old thought that’s been up there for years is the idea that Green hangs out with his sisters a lot and at some point gets really into painting nails and tries to get any and all of his siblings to let him paint their nails (ignore the fact that they don’t canonically have nails rn okay lets just pretend). It’s pretty hit and miss. I like to think that Yellow would be one of the most openly receptive to it but he cannot hold still for that long so his always end up really scuffed and messed up but he still loves them anyways. Also during this era I liked pairing up Green and Red as like, particularly close, and Red despite all his usual willpower is very weak to Greens manipulation and I just think it’s so silly. I drew a lil thing of him also ages ago beating up his training dummy while holding his hands out very carefully trying not to mess up his freshly painted nails and I just think that encompasses that whole thing.

SPEAKING OF RED AND DUO DYNAMICS I LIKE WITH HIM, him and black have a very stupid rivalry and constantly butting heads with each other is something that I hold very near and dear to my heart. It was a product of all the tiktok audios that were popular at the time that I had saved for hypothetical future cosplays I think (side note I need to get back to cosplaying (my magnet wig has been staring me down recently)). Their dynamic is very similar to dan and reiki to me if that makes sense. except they’re both better and worse. idk they’re just very dear to me <3 this one interaction in sbr2 genuinely made me like scream and cry and throw up it’s all 2018 axel ever could’ve wanted.

Another individual duo dynamic between the bros I am obsessed with is blue and pink bc I hc them as twins and they r so important to me. Blue in general I like to think of as really good at reading people (even if he doesn’t usually make that super obvious) and he tends to notice when Pink is overly stressed out and putting too much pressure on herself. When this happens, he’s usually able to bring her back down to earth by smacking her upside the head with a pillow and telling her to take a break. I like to think that if she’s stressing out abt like having to look after their other siblings or whatever, Blues like “I’ll handle it” and it’s very ominous and pink does not fully know what that entails but she does know that she really wants to take a nap so she lets him handle it. I think you give that man a monster energy or two and he could do anything.

I was also recently thinking abt the respective eldest four/youngest four quartets of the Bomberman bros and they just. mean so much to me. I like to think that they hold like their own respective council meeting to discuss the current state of affairs and stuff they’ve noticed about the other half. THEYRE JUST VERU IMPORTANT TO ME. with the older bros, again with blue being the most observant, I like to think that he tends to bring up stuff that none of the others have noticed yet and it always catches everyone off guard. The younger half are extremely silly with it. Like I don’t know how to describe it but they are the most functionally dysfunctional group imaginable and it’s both horribly chaotic but surprisingly organized. Yellow is the minutes man. he does keep track of everything in crayon. Half of the time he does get distracted drawing flowers and butterflies instead. there’s no one else they would trust with the job. Red thinks he’s the leader since he’s the oldest of the four. Aqua and Green have not broken the news to him that he is not. It’s okay he doesn’t need to know.

As for the dastardlys, I don’t have a lot of specific ideas for them as far as like, re becoming parts of society goes (though most of the ones I do have are mostly whiteplasma focused (and none of them are very coherent bc thinking about them together just makes me sob violently)), though I’ve honestly always liked the idea of them forming their own sort of ragtag sibling kind of bond. It’s very strange and weird and none of them are really fully used to it but they find comfort in each other methinks. Pretty serves as the main bridge between them and the main eight. I like to think that even after buggler n everything, she still dresses up and keeps Karaoke around as like, a sort of drag persona. It’s very important to me that for both groups, she is both very sisterly and mature but also incredibly silly to degrees unheard of. I’ve always liked the idea of her and magnet being especially close. They r. insane together. sometimes pretty is able to ground him and give him good advice and other times they bring out the worst (best) in each other and it ends about as well as you’d expect, but they r like besties in my head.

Plasma I’ve always thought of as just having a natural protective/big brother kind of instinct to him. It’s funny bc half of the dastardlies are older or roughly the same age as him but he still just like instinctually pulls out a lot of the big brother talk with them. One interaction I’ve thought abt is between him and golem where they’re kinda just hangin out and whatever and he brings up how golem and yellow are getting along and plasma’s like “it’s nice that you’re making friends I’m very happy for you” and golem (in his own vocabulary obviously) is like “yk you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child, I am like thousands of years older than you” and plasmas like “right my b force of habit.” (I do think plasma is still like mentally older than golem iykwim but yk, golems not like green little either). It’s funny I actually used to not really like/care about plasma that much (I honestly think it was just his English voice acting like it really just does not do it for me dawg) but now I love him so dearly. His and white’s dynamic is especially important to me (if that wasn’t already clear) and like. augh. aughhh <333 they’re so incredibly similar in so many ways and just the thought of them consistently being together and training and hanging out with each other and bringing out the best in each other is so important to me. They keep up their friendly rivalry while helping each other out, white especially helping plasma and the others get reacclimated to everything and supporting them along the way (and maybe he and plasma smooch a little too idk the world is a beautiful place). I think White also gets along with Golem pretty well. mostly just bc white supervises golem and yellows hangouts/dates for a while just to make sure yellow is really fine without him keeping his eye on him all the time and in the process, grows really fond of golem.

I think as far as the other dastardlies and the bros go, I also like red and magnet together a lot just like generally. they r so incredibly silly I just think they should not be separated (even though only bad things happen when they’re together /silly). I also obviously am obsessed with phantom and blue together. extremely over dramatic guy who still thinks they have an intense rivalry x guy who goes “lol” and does not feed into it at all is the best ever in the world. Also, just bc of that one image from the sbr credits, him and black together I think would be great. They both have such a flair for the dramatics that I think it’d work. You’d think they’d be a mess just with how different their usual personalities tend to be but I think it cancels out and both of them think they just kinda get each other (they do not)(they don’t need to know that they’re happy anyways).

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

I watched the Picard series finale

Going into this, I have chills 👀

Holy shit Seven looks hot as hell

AHHHHHHHH

She's so bad ass

Raffi my beloved 😍

Seven and Raffi looked at each other👀

Seven looks so done while the poor cook dude is explaining how his mom got sick and his brother got a hernia

"You got this." Just gonna think of her saying this whenever I feel like I'm struggling

AHHHH SHE'S ALL CAPTAINY AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW RAFFI HASN'T JUMPED HER😂

Oh shit

Jack is consumed by the collective 👀

The little smile Beverly exchanged with Jean-Luc

Worf: "And I will make it a threesome."

Will Riker: "Do you even hear yourself?" Oh my god😂😂 I'm dead

That look between Deanna and Will😭

If anything happens to either of them I'm gonna cry

Aw, Beverly is gripping that computer so hard

"I can no longer be your captain. I have to be a father"

Oh no

Does that mean he's gonna take Jack's place and die😭

Picard: "Beverly. Lead me to our son."

I'm crying "You did everything right." Oh damn 😭

OH SHIT VOX

Jack looks kinda awesome as Vox

OH SHIT

BORG QUEEN

I got chills

I am so creeped out rn

AHHHHHHHH

Raffi is Seven's number one

I'm so happy

The looks they keep sharing

I'm screaming with how they're finishing each other's train of thought

That poor Cook 😭😂

OOOOOOO SEVEN IS GIVING A SPEECH

I will fight under her

Raffi called Seven captain

Picard to Borg Queen: "You are not his mother!" AWWWWWWWWWWWW HE WON'T LET BEVERLY BE FORGOTTEN

Damn, this queen is bitter

HOLY SHIT

Oh no

Worf. He got zapped

Hope he still lives

"I had no idea it was that heavy." 😂

"We can't do this forever." Feels like she could be talking about more than their ship fighting

But I could be reaching

The way that Beverly fought so well and ruthlessly, and everyone turned slowly to look at her 😂

Beverly: "A lots happened in the last 20 years"😂

"Swords are fun." They really are

"no computer not even my daughter could navigate us through this." Love how proud he(Geordi) is of his kid

YEAH DATA!

Data: *tells them to trust him*

Also Data, seconds later: "Here goes nothing."

Deanna: "Wait what do you mean here goes nothing." Oh I'd hold on if I were you Deanna

The way Deanna is confused about why she senses enjoyment, meanwhile Data is living the dream 😂

OH SHIT

The earth is undefended 👀

Oh. Shit.

THE TITAN IS EXPOSED 👀

Sisters that assimilate together stick together (the La Forge sisters moving around the ship)

Seven's look of defeat 😭

Aw, the look between Saffi

Oh hell😭

"destroy the cube we kill everyone on there." Shit, Deanna is gonna need so much therapy

Beverly looks so freaking heartbroken I want to hug her 😭

"Will, the moment we fire, you'll have a minute at most." The emotion in her voice 😭

OH MY GOD

Oh MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OH. MY. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Damn, it hurts even more watching this knowing that if Will, Picard, Jack and Worf die, Deanna will feel it

Picard to his son: "If you won't leave, I'll stay with you till the end. You have changed my life. Forever." Oh damn😭

HOLY SHIT THE way Jack starts ripping out everything to save his dad

Will to Deanna: "I love you Imazati. We'll be waiting, me and our boy."😭

I'm sobbing

"I know where they are." oh thank God

I'm loving how Deanna goes to the console

Me at Jack: You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be by your side, and I'll take your hand. KEEEP HOOOOLDING OONNNNNNNN

OH MY GOD

Awwwww, Seven giving Sydney a hug😭

Pretty awesome looking armor jack is wearing 😂

Deanna and Will are adorable

Awww, three bros, chilling in spinny chairs

TO SAY I'M SCREAMING AT THE CLIP OF RAFFI, SEVEN, AND THE LA FORGE GIRLS IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

I love how Worf is just snoozing away 😂

There's still like 22 minutes left, so plenty of time for something to go wrong, but I'm gonna bask in this brief moment of happiness

Oh my god

BEVERLY IS AN ADMIRAL

TUVOK MY BOY

AHHHHHHHH

Seven and Tuvok are talking

Acting Captain Seven of Nine: "I'm resigning from Starfleet." Aw😭

Aw, Shaw was a lil bit, kinda nice😭

Seven's crying 😭

My girl

AHHHHHHHH

Chills

Tuvok: "Resignation denied, Captain"

Raffi got to video chat with her grandbaby🥺

"Strangest thing. My son Gabe, wants me to meet my granddaughter." I'm sobbing😭

Worf leaked the info for her😭

Hell, I'm sobbing

So hard

AWWWWWWWWWWWW he's hugging her😭

Deanna is counseling Data😭

Wonder if he'll meet Daj

Deanna: "We've gone by our time over an hour. Again."😂😂😂

I love how Deanna is searching for beach vacation spots while Data is going on and on 😭😂

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes. Can't wait." Oh she's dreading it a bit

"Still batshit?"

"Stop it." I love them 😂

I wonder if Picard is gonna join Laris wherever she is

"I miss that voice." So do I 😭

"Admiral Picard, Admiral Crusher" AHHHHHHHHH

Ah, Jack is joining Starfleet, I'm sure that'll be a wise and interesting decision

"This is all you son, I'm very proud." AHHHHH

I just slapped my leg so hard

"We know your aversion to fanfare."😂

OH MY GOD

She's beautiful (the ship)

"Out." 😂

"Thank you Number One."

"You're so very welcome, Captain." I. Am. So HAPPY

I AM SO HAPPY

SO HAPPY

Jack's the special counselor to the Captain 😂 this is great

Raffi: "Your first official act of command."

Jack: "Writing the opening line to your legacy, so then, what will it be?"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I WANT TO KNOW MORE

Beverly is so drunk😂

Worf has an adorable voice 😂

A different planet vs Orlando?😂 How random

Oh my god I'm screaming

They're gonna play poker!!!

*slams down on table* I fold OK?

So ... Is Laris just chilling in a restaurant, waiting on Picard? 🤔

Feels like they forgot about her

HOLY SHIT

HoLy ShIt

The way it's an old pic of Gates and Patrick 😂

I love that Q is still alive 👀

Oh, I'm screaming. Like so much

This was so good and idk what I'm gonna do with myself now.

[inkdemon-whore]

Wip characters/au info and faq. Not saved to drafts cuz I'm doin this on my phone and am lazy, turning off reblogs cuz info is not complete (that n I wanna make it look nicer later)

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The ink demon: the Bioshock big daddy of this au. Is referred by most characters as "it/its", but prefers "he/him". Characters will refer to him as "the ink demon" or just "demon". An asshole father, that calls his own children names, and uses rather foul language to put them down. He isn't opposed to tormenting anyone and anything for his own enjoyment/to lash out violently in rage. Thinks he's the only thing truly alive in the cycle, and thus, that everything there is ment to torment him specifically. He has no regard for anyone else's wellbeing but his own.

Pron and names I use to refer to him, he/it, ink demon/ink/ink bendy/bendy.

Relations:

fave - spawn/child

Henry - adopted father, does not actually see him as family/related

Alice Angel - "insecure bitch" (said the insecure bitch to someone that reminds him of himself a lil)

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Favourite Audrey: the Bioshock lil sister (or someone said ponyo vibes, I see it tbh). an Audrey made close to perfection (with Henry in mind). Her deminor is more akin to toon bendy, being shy and quiet most of the time, but still somehow getting into trouble. She isn't afraid to point out the ink demons inconsistencies in character, or how he portraits himself. The ink demon did not name her, in the present tence he refers to her as "child/girl/spawn", with "she/it/they" pronouns when talking about her to himself, and just the names or insults when talking about her to others.

Pron and names I use for her, she/her, favourite/fave/fav/fave Audrey (I might have also said just "Audrey" at some points, but I'll call her fave for clarification)

Relations:

Ink demon - father, calls him "daddy" sometimes, but he constantly discourages it, suggesting she just call him the ink demon. She tells everybody he's her daddy so long as he's not around.

Henry - adopted grandfather, calls him "papaw", isn't entirely sure if they're related because she was always told he was an outsider. He's really nice to her tho, nd she likes the songs he sings to her and the drawings he makes.

Alice Angel - mean woman, but she thinks she's pretty and is actually very protective of her. Fave doesn't understand why.

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Proto-Audrey: refers to any Audrey, including fave, made before the final, perfect Audrey's creation. They can range from looking like searchers and lost ones, to seeming more human, or more toon like, and even then for a long time their appearance varied wildly based on Joey Drew's inconsistent ideas. Only after fave did they start looking more or less the same. Their attitudes varied wildly as well, from rage filled or sobbing messes, to numb emotionless husk. No other Audrey has had the same personality as fave. Audrey's made before fave where more emotionally unstable, and those made after would grow to be more numb. No one has seen, or if they have they do not recall any proto Audrey in specific, other than fave, and perhaps some that came after her, thinking it was the same child. There where about 800 made over 50 years, many of them eaten by the ink demon.

Proto-Audrey's are referring to has a collective "they", and have no substantial relationship outside of being the ink demons spawn.

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Perfect Audrey: also just know as Audrey, she's the last of the ink demons spawn. We'll hidden, well trained, well adjusted and untormented. Likely raised at a distance, and under very meticulous circumstances set up by the demon. Molded to be exactly what Joey wanted, a blank slate. The ink demon never saw her again once she left the machine. (or at least, he hoped)

[fabbyf1]

13/27/29/34/41/59 ~~~♡

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I don't listen to music while I'm ACTUALLY writing (because my lil pea brain cannot read or write with music on. it makes my brain go brrrrrrrr) BUT I listen to music A LOT over the course of the fic.

I build myself a little Spotify playlist for each fic, and I add songs to it that I think remind me of the characters/plot/that story specifically. They're all private playlists because they're small and have many repeating songs, so they wouldn't be fun to listen to, but I like to look back on them.

27. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

God.

Just one?

The HTML for AO3.

In my real life I work in IT/Software. HTML shouldn't make me cry as much as it does. I should be better at this.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I work really hard on my characterization and realism. Fics, to me, are great because they can be anything. They can be totally out of the realm of normal, or they can be so fucking ordinary that you're like YASSS BABY YOU ATE BREAKFAST AND THEN WHAT? DID YOU PEE? DID YOU GO FOR A WALK? DID YOU SAVE THE WORLD???? GIVE US NOTHING YASSSS!!!! you know?

I don't think there's any wrong way to write a fic. But for me, personally, I love writing realistic things, and my main hope is that people can actually hear the character's voice and believe they'd actually do what I wrote. Especially since it's RPF and you know what the actual person sounds like/acts like.

So if you can ever hear my characters and it sounds like something the actual person would say... please tell me so I can cry. Thank you.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Interesting....

My sister reads my fanfics, and she told me once (devastatingly) "it's so funny because I'm reading this, but all I'm hearing is you" and I gasped and gagged and threatened to jump off the roof because. sweet, baby sister of mine... you're reading my porn.

please don't ever imagine me saying these things.

BUT I GUESS THAT ANSWERS THE QUESTION, HUH? Idk. I also use humor to deflect in almost every situation (re: above) and I think my characters do too.

As for real-life situations, probably not many. My life and the life of an F1 driver are (get a load of this) different. I know, I know, gasps all around.

(i pay taxes)

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

Right now, I'd say Charles in my latest fic (that's being posted sometime later this week/weekend). I've grown so attached to him over the last month or so writing this fic, and since it's all told from his POV throughout many years of his life (omg spoiler lmaoooo) ... he's become a part of me.

But if we're talking stories already posted to AO3, I'd say Max in Vapor. He was great. Top lad. Lil horny fella, but damn he was so wholesome at the end of the day.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

I haven't, but mostly because I shake under pressure. If I had an actual deadline, or had to follow an actual plot or challenge, I would sob the entire time. I'm not built for that.

[weeping-gospels]

A lil more info on Vistani!Betty ~

This version of her is from Curse of Strahd/Barovia and is actually in the very beginning stages. Session 1 isn’t until Friday, but I’m permitted to construct her backstory so that’s what I’m sharing here!

The Vistani are identical to the Shavali — both traveling nomads, storytellers, performers, family comes first, Russian-Romanian accent, etc. the only difference is her family are not rogues and thieves like the original verse but they were all highly spiritual and barbarian. She had a mother figure (Mama Andréa), older sister figure (Crina), and baby brother she raised (Florin) who all lived in a caravan with her. They still performed for coin but they were all majorly raised in the wilderness and taught to appreciate nature and the spirits so there was a lot of viking type shit going on. Hunting, fishing, crafting, reading the stars, folk tales, etc. However, a strong vampire ambushed the caravan one night and with Betty powerless against him, he massacred the whole ass vardo then bit her but wasn’t able to kill her — and she turned.

Begging the townsfolk for help was useless. They all saw her as just a bloodsucker and didn’t even give her family a proper burial, instead accusing her of killing her own family. Taking their belongings but refusing to touch bodies “tainted by the undead”, Betty was once again left powerless and shunned for a crime she never committed.

Ratfolk play a huge part of her adult life because she also felt misunderstood and out of place like they do. Seeing them get killed on sight kinda persuaded her to nurture them the same way she nurtured her younger brother, so at one point she adopted a gang of ratfolk she saved and taught them everything her family taught her and p much made them fill the vacant spot in her soul where her family once was.

Well. They ended up dying too. Another tragic massacre, though she did fight a lot harder this time and managed to save one from an onslaught of werewolves — who ultimately succumbed to his plethora of wounds. Once again goes begging for help while he’s dying, once again gets accused of killing her family.

All of this pent up anger and betrayal manifests into her primal beast and that shit is LEEEETHAL. I’m talking more lethal than original verse’s beast. If she turns beast and is triggered to fight, she’s lost complete rationality. That’s primal rage mixed with the vampire spawn perk. Just straight up bloodshed. She holds some rationality in this form when NOT in combat but behaves more like a curious bear than humanoid. When she’s going haywire she starts letting out these horrid screeches — it sounds like hysterical sobbing mixed with war cries from a beast. And she is in fact crying. It’s all the pent up trauma. It’s pretty bad. She then passes out when the rage is done.

How does Warhammer tie into this verse? Oh, simple. She’s Rasknitt’s new mount LMAO. You know how Throt’s prized possession is Ghoritch? Same concept. She’s INSANELY loyal to him — willingly at that — and acts as Clan Fester’s bodyguard. Now you have a crazed Grey Seer shooting warp lightning mounted on a primal rage driven barbarian nightmare beast. Great.

[galaxietm]

SOBS BECAUSE I'M ALMOST FREE (update under the cut lol, it's been a bit since i last posted, so this is a good reason of why- both the roommate situation and other things, both will be marked lol)

so quick updates on the roommate situation i've vaguely talked about before?? in as lil as i can because uuggghhhh. it's been, quite frankly, a big pain in the ass to deal with.

- for convenience sake, i'll refer to them like roommate A, B, C, D, and E. roommate A, B, and C are in a poly relationship, roommate E is roommate A's younger sister, and roommate D has a ten year old and we were, previously, friends for well over 10 years. - roommate C, who was supposed to be out by the end of halloween was not out; so we were talking about moving forward with court proceedings. gave him an ultimatum: him + the others don't have to pay rent for this month and all of their bills as long as they and all their belongings were out by sundown on a certain day, and we'd shred the paperwork taking him to court. he didn't accept it / said he'd talk to his lawyer, have his lawyer call ours. he never responded, we're moving forward with filing court documents and taking him to court. - roommate D (not evicted in any way) got herself involved with all the drama. she decided she + her child would move out, which is fine. i'm not going to make her stay and, quite frankly, i'm tired of it all and would rather her just get out, which it seems like she did, so thank goodness. - roommate D is also the roommate (ex roommate?) who has been sending me harassing messages during the last month and a half. she may be out of the house, but i'm heavily considering getting either a no-contact order or a restraining order on her because, honestly, i'm tired of her bullshit the most of all. - who knows what roommate A and C are gonna do, all i know is they have just under 3 weeks to be out of the house or they're going to get taken to court over this as well. - roommate E (also not evicted in any way) is probably moving out with roommate A and her partners. that's entirely up to roommate E because that's her big sister and i'm not going to come between them. - i've been doing what i can to, flat out, avoid talking to and messaging all of them ever since they got served with eviction papers. and yet, they managed to drag roommate D into their drama / bullshit to the point where she was willing to almost slap me in front of her child last week. so yes, i'm long done with this bullshit and it's hopefully going to be over soon. - i haven't fully broken down yet about the situation and it's going to be hitting me off and on for the next few months if not for a while longer. please be patient with me- i've been trying to get through all of this the best that i can.

general life updates.

- slightly relating to my living situation, but it's safe to say that this whole situation has put me off having roommates for a while now lol. i'm tired of the bullshit and random drama and, quite frankly, i'm just going to try living on my own for a bit. my rent's not that bad and, honestly, i can use my chance right now to get my savings going again as well as budgeting. my mother + older brother have talked about helping me with things as well, so we're going to figure this out. honestly, i can also apply for state assistance and my department manager at work is going to be working at me with hours and my ride situation. - i've been looking for little things to get me excited for after this is all over. from repainting rooms in the house (with the landlord's permission of course!) to making a guest room / office combo, getting to use parts of my own bookshelf again, getting new furniture, deep cleaning the house (because yes! i'm definitely excited about that!) to just being excited to finally be able to cook in my own home again. i'm just excited for the possibilities i'm going to get. - honestly, i'm getting to hang out with some of my irl friends more because of all of this, and it's been really nice. one of the friends i've been hanging out with again lately bought me a figure of Claude from F.E:3.H the other day and?? it was really nice 😭😭😭 - i've had some writing inspo / motivation lately, and i wonder if it's because what's going on is starting to reach it's end. i'm not 100% sure, but it's really nice to know that it'll be over soon. i don't know for sure, but i'm doing what i can to keep my head up and make it through it all.

[convxction]

// a moment to think about how conflicted lucin.a would be seeing that she is born a girl when it looks like it would have been better to be born as a boy so she can be of use to her father. Chro/m surely talked to her about how much he loves her no matter what gender she is. but do you think who would convince her she is great as she is? . . . lissa. lissa knows when you have doubt in yourself, being a princess and ladylike. she asked chrom about this before and he gave her the best solution to know so Lissa will tell lucina to go around and ask people if she would be better as a boy or not. lucina does not understand but she does what her aunt tells her. she comes back later on confused and not sure how to process the information. when lissa asks her how did it go, lucina tells her that she didnt get what most of people were saying. lissa asks her what the majority did say and lucina replies with “lucina is our light and hope, girl or boy we love you so much.” true some threw that being a girl is way better than a boy because she is cutter that way. lissa tells her that she should not forget that. she has a long way, a long life ahead of her to think about this quoting her brother ‘ You're going to be a princess all your life. That's plenty of time to figure it out. Just be yourself and the rest will come naturally. ‘

also chrom and wife in the background watching this and are glad that they have lissa in their lives.