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thedeltarunies · 2 years

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Introduction of some kind anyways

Alright, uh Imma just start off by linking the OCs n Sona I got for now- their descriptions anyways

https://cryptidofthekeys.tumblr.com/post/696773636116365312/addison-oc

https://cryptidofthekeys.tumblr.com/post/665802588429713408/kokoru-deltarune-oc?is_related_post=1

and finally here’s my sona’s desc he gets a keep reading so uh I’ll say it up here, welcome to this fun lil blog of chaos and shenanigans ft my ocs and sonas ...a-and.. *groan* ...If you REALLY want, I’ll go ahead and add Devi’s description too but he’s such a bastard-

https://cryptidofthekeys.tumblr.com/post/698394214350848000/spamton-ex-aka-devi

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| Name: Chase (scribbled out his last name aka im too lazy to give him a name aside from my own)

| Nickname: Cryptid

| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)

| Height: 5’5”

| Species/Race: Human/Lightner

| HP: 69

| Weapon/Defense Items: Scythe (he doesn’t use it unless he ABSOLUTELY has no choice …or ya know if someone hurts people he cares about, etc- lmao) and for Defense he wears a black spiked collar

| Alignment: Chaotic Pacifist by heart but uh, if you hurt the ones he cares about, well so much for being a pacifist lmao- (chaotic in terms he won’t fight or hurt anyone but sometimes he loves spreading some chaos around)

| Soul Color: Very Dark Purple and it seems to be v jittery/shaky and if you look extra close enough you’ll notice tons and tons of little cracks (used to be a light pastel purple, along with the cracks in a few areas you can still see that color shining through) the reason it's jittery n shit? …Anxiety- true and through, why his dumbass gets hit so easily

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (spiky quiff)

| Eye Color: Gunmetal Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: Extremely pale and chubby

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| Appearance: His main outfit in both the Light AND Dark world is literally a Solid Purple tank top, some black shorts, and then finally some black slip on shoes. Other than that he wears a black binder to keep his chest slimmed down as he hasn’t had top surgery yet or anything like that, he has secretly gotten on testosterone though and for the final bit of detail he’s got a circle beard.

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| Personality: Well he’s just based on me so, he’s got kindness, voice, ambition, cockiness and self confidence but in more of a joking way (like a battle arises? He’s just like lmao I got this don’t worry and then eats shit- just hell he doesn’t even get hit he falls on the ground), is silly and goofy, jokes and is almost never serious but has his moments… Oh and uh

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He knows when to get serious of course, heavy people pleaser, anxiety to the max, gets depressed sometimes, has a lotta issues with his body aka the wonderful world of gender dysphoria (note my sarcasm), dumbass but a sweet dumbass, does and says some dumb shit like it’s seriously a wonder he hasn’t died yet but surprisingly enough he hasn’t, always says ‘oh its coming though, one day I’ll just get fucking destroyed by something, probs somethin stupid too’

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Literally the WORST at decision making, he doesn’t PURPOSEFULLY put himself in trouble! He swears! Hell he’s terrified of being a burden so why would he wanna do that and then someone has to save him? He doesn’t wanna do that, it’s just the chaotic dumbass nature, he can’t help it- Would never wanna hurt anyone either, only time you’ll ever see him ACTUALLY on the offensive is when you hurt someone he cares about, himself? Eh it’s whatever to do shit to him but you mess with the people he cares about? He’ll fuckin w r e c k you.

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Social anxiety to the max, can’t handle social situations to save his life tbh, also a huge nerd.

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Basically just,, he’s me if I was in Deltarune, he’s just got my personality n shit- that’s the basics- I’m getting lazy sorry lmao

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| Side Facts: How he got into the Dark World? …Literally, he was sleeping so peacefully in his bed and then he rolled off the bed and started falling, he thought it was just him being in a dream state at first but then it was like …Wait,, falling doesn’t usually last this long- His eyes snapped open and voila he was actually falling, just fuckin SCREAM!!! Those poor vocal chords… Eventually he fell into this new world, his shoes falling and bonking him on the head.

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I’m not gonna go fully into it but he was so fucking confused, he was just looking around at this weird ass area, eventually he put his shoes on and then began exploring the Dark World, not that he knew it was called that- He had no fucking clue what was happening, he legit just woke up after rolling off his bed and presto- here he is, he has met Ralsei who came over, confused bc he uh apparently who the other was expecting.

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…Also he’s very apologetic like me so apologizing to Ralsei for that or whatever, and then blah blah- he asks Ralsei bout where the fuck he is, he gets it explained to him …Processes literally fucking none of it and just goes on his way, Ralsei offered to join him and give him a tour but uh Cryptid just declined like ‘uh no thanks man I’m good, I’ll find my way around’ …it seemed Ralsei was a bit disappointed but he let the other go.

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So now this dumbass is exploring this whole ass new world, to clarify for some future stuff- yes,, he has met the Spam man, he has gone into the Cyber World, n-not just like,, Castle Town- but anyways he likes your funny words puppet man- he’s also hella gay for yo- …AHEM- anyways ev ya know me well enough to know my sona’s ofc gay for him. The first meeting he was just like …wow,, this lil freak is fucked up …Im gonna marry his ass one day

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It’s why- okay one of the main reasons he literally just ditches the Light World entirely, he has no shitty parents to hold him down, problems? Sure he still has plenty of those, the Dark World isn’t entirely forgiving but hey at least he finally got away from those fuckers amirite? Some things to note though here, anytime that gets brought up why he’s in the Dark World and seems to be sticking around he literally changes the subject and dodges that question every time, he doesn’t seem to wanna talk about it. Oh not only that but he literally lies too, if it gets to a point where someone persists, he lies about why he’s staying in the Dark World. Also notably,

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His soul seems to shake and move frantically around more the more he’s asked (also a side note I haven’t thought of what his attack would ever be named, and some of his ACTions are just talking and or giving gifts)

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Not even with Spamton, he won’t even answer that question if he asks, not that he has yet of course, has my sona confessed yet? Nope,, I’m also saving that for self shipping stories- He’s also terrified of rejection and or being laughed at or some shit, but we’ll get into that at a later date- …Back in the Light World- There’s been missing posters of Cryptid placed all over the town, he went back there once- to grab some of his things- he saw those posters- it was his parents that placed them but he only scoffed ‘yeah right, like they really miss me after all the shit they did…’ he grabbed one and crumpled it up, he meant to throw it away but he accidentally threw it into the bag he took with him back to the Dark World :)) (totally not going to come up later)

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And since then he hasn’t been back to the Light World, he’s been chilling out in the Dark World. Just having fun and goofing off, sure there’s been some ups and downs and man has he been attacked a lot and gone through a ton of shit when he first arrived but oh well! That doesn’t matter …Don’t worry about it, he surely won’t ever go through more problems and bad times :)

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Also Imma say right now bc I’m really tired,, if and whenever I write for him, things are always subject to change bc I either get better ideas later or I just wanna redo shit, that’s just how I roll tbh- All my OCs and Sonas come with that in their fine print LMAO- they are all subject to change depending on how I feel, if I get better ideas later on, OR if I just wanna redo something.

#deltarune #deltarune ocs #spamton #spamton g spamton #yes Spamton is here too btw- yes you can ask him questions #deltarune sona #i need to think of tag names for the characters- i mean I could just keep tagging their names but oh well #I'll figure it out #addison oc

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feysandfeels · 3 years

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ACOTAR 5 or 6?? (I don’t know which book is next)

Did someone ask for this? No, not really. Am I still going to theorize how the next book is going to go in length? Yes, yes I will. Also I’m doing a facemask that needs 20min to set in so like, I have time to kill.

I have seen many saying that Azriel’s book is next because through him we will get Illyria, which still needs to be dealt with. Also through him we get Gwynriel and that. Even though I can definitely see the logic behind that, I thought I might throw in another option just for shits and giggles.

This is more like a fever dream than anything. Don’t hold me to it, because I haven’t read these books with the academic rigorosity to come up with counter arguments as to why it’s Az’s and not Elain’s book that will come next. But, that being said, if I’m right I will say I told you so (lol).

Also this will further my Elucien agenda so like... yeah you’ve been warned.

Why Elain?

Because I think it makes more sense to go have a book deal with one villain working up to Koshei, than to have Beron+Koshei as the big baddies in one final book. So like ACOSF was the human queen, ACOTAR 5 is Beron and then ACOTAR 6 ultimate baddie Koshei. And who is character that has ties to Beron? Lucien and who would Lucien’s book be with? exactly, Azriel. no I’m kidding, of course Elain.

I also think Elain was a character that had a huge presence in this ACOSF despite having like three sentences. You could see her impact in the book and to me that was quite telling.

ACOTAR 5:

Right so we all can agree on a few things after being in this fandom for a couple of years or at least since the end of ACOSF: first, Elain and Lucien will deliver a Jane Austen type romance; second, it will entail a lot of court politics; and third, Elain is up to something and no one knows what it is. Yes?

First Act:

Elain doing her suspicious stuff and we as the reader find out what it is and can already see the negative implications

Lucien still taking the brunt of the work in the SC, which is still utter chaos.

BoE content: Vassa is agitated because her curse is nowhere near close to being broken and time is running out.

The IC finds out what Elain is been up to. I do think it has something to do with her wanting to go back to her human self. Cue the confrontation.

Meanwhile with Lucien: Vassa might attempt something it triggers a magical response from Koshei, an attack or something. Maybe Beron decides to make a move to the SC given that Tamlin is absent as a ruler. I don’t know, the point is we get a confrontation scene that sees Tamlin die to protect Lucien. Everyone is in shock because the HL of Spring just died, without heirs and close relatives. Where did the power go?

Lucien starts to feel it, but then he realizes that it’s not because it is happening to him.

Cue to Elain having her “i want to be human again I don’t care the cost” rant at the IC. Amren will call her a stupid girl, because that’s what she does. Then the power flows to her and she’s going to be hella confused, everyone in the IC is stunned and when Elain asks wtf just happened, Feyre will say: Tamlin died (because she can feel the shift of power of spring due to the kernel of power of spring that she has), so that means and Rhysand finishes the thought by saying that Elain is the new High Lady of the Spring Court (and the first cauldron-chosen high lady)

This means that now she has more ties to this fae world and can’t simply abandon them.

We will have some discussion about what to do next and Elain is all like “I don’t want to be High Lady I didn’t even want to be fae”. Trust someone in the IC, maybe Amren (since she has no problem with saying what everyone else is thinking in the bluntest-maybe even rudest way), to say that having Elain be HL of Spring would make everyone’s life easier given the unified Prythian front they must once again have because of the Koshei threat. Maybe it will even be Azriel and they will have the E/lriel fallout...

Lucien arrives at the NC to talk to Elain or well something.

News spread about what happened and they know that Elain’s claim (if she chooses to make it) to the SC is a tad shaky and not everyone will accept it. Beron is like the fuck if you think I will accept this human-turned fae claim. The SC is an strategic location and I will take it for myself because it will be useful fo my Koshei-agenda.

Eris arrives like hello my dad is about to move his army to the SC so now is the time to kill him

And Elain is still like “i don’t want it”. Think Jon Snow in GoT.

Cue an Archeron confrontation of “you can’t run away from your responsabilities// life is not neat and sometimes it will throw at you things you thought you wouldn’t have thought you’d needed to take on// take a stance for once and think beyond your own plants”.

Details are blurry but she is like I need to leave here (the NC) because no one has my best interest at heart they are just doing what it’s politically best. But who might have my best interest at heart? That’s right, Lucien. She asks him for help or to leave or whatever.

Lucien is a politician and a courtier but for once, for fucking once he will do something that’s not for political gain (for the court he represents). He will help her because he wants to see her at peace. They go to the human lands with BoE.

The first act ends with one dead Tamlin, one unsure Elain, one willing to help regardless of the decision Lucien, and one war focused Beron.

Second act:

The BoE content we have all been waiting for

Vassa might be weak from whatever happened and Jurian is all worried.

They see Elucien arrive and are like 👀👀👀👀. Lucien glares at them in a “say anything and i will in fact kill you” way.

Elain starts to open up and mentions that if anything it should be Lucien who’s the HL and not her because he knows the territory and it suits his skillset. All she wanted to do was have a quiet life and see the world.

Lucien says that if he were to make a claim he would need even more support from other courts, because if Elain’s claim is shaky at best, then his is like ... not great.

They agree that Lucien should travel to other courts to gather support because regardless whether it’s Elain or Lucien who will ascend to the Spring throne, they will need it. Elain asks if she can go with him because, as she said, she wanted to see more of the world.

We also get an Eris Vanserra visit - or several - and Lucien starts to realize that Eris knows waaaaaaaaaaaay more than he has lead on. And that they need to work together because again, regardless of who takes the throne, Beron will fight it, but if Eris is on the Autumn throne he would offer support to either.

Cue the Lads tour of Prythian ft. Politics-courtier plotline and the “how the fuck are we going to help Vassa” side quest.

Elain starts to learn more about what it takes to be a High Lady and about the territory of Spring and its people.

During visits to other courts one or two members of the IC will pop in and out.

Elucien slow burn + court romance begins (We have nice balls with tension because that’s how Jane Austen would have wanted it and this is nothing if not an austenian romance).

Elan will learn about Jessminda (that’s her name right?)

Lucien and Elain have a heart to heart one day and Lucien is like “I’ve never had a home that is mine, i’ve always owed it to someone else or it comes because they see me as a political pawn”.

Eventually another heart to heart about the complex grief (if you will) that Lucien must be feeling for Tamlin.

When we get to the Day Court, we get the baby news. Not only are they trying to gather Helion’s support but also to figure out a spell to save Vassa. Doing something with a spell Lucien and Helion find out. I imagine that Feysand is in the DC because they are trying to keep tabs on how Elain is feeling regarding her High Lady position and they wanted to meet somewhere neutral; and so is Eris, because things are getting out of hand at the AC so they are trying to see what they should do. Also Feysand are nosy bitches so of course they would be there.

After the reveal, Lucien is shooketh and leaves, Elain leaves after him. It is raining. They get wet and he stops when he arrives at a temple (we love a good P&P reference) Lucien starts the monologue of what does this mean, who am i, I’ve always been alone and Elain cuts in and says that maybe in the past he’s been alone but that he will never be again; Lucien turns to face her and she walks up to him and kisses him like the Cauldron intended when it made them mates.

We Eluciens are starting getting our well deserved smutt dishes.

Third act:

Elain is still a tad unsure about being a High Lady, because all she ever heard was that she was good at being pretty and an ornament, that she was meant to be the supporting role. Lucien is like “babes fuck what your mom said but no matter what you choose, I will choose you”.

Finally shit hits the fan at the AC so that’s where Elucien go and Helion.. because LoA is there and he says fuck it imma go help her Beron can go fuck himself.

However they do not arrive at the palace or something like that but to another location where we can finally have visual proof of what Eris has been up to. LoA appears. Her and Helion have a nice tête-a-tête.

Vassa and Jurian are there too beause #WereGoingToNeedAllTheHelpWeCanGet

Elucien formally arrive to Beron’s court, as is the plan.

The tension is absurd, the coup is about to happen, something goes wrong, they need to think of their feet, somebody gets hurt.. you know the usual stuff.

They use the spell to free Vassa and in such release of power Beron is confused and weakened

Lady of Autumn delivers the killing blow. Beron dies, power goes to Eris and everyone is like did we win??

Eris makes the joke that whichever half of Elucien will make the claim to the SC he will support it. By this moment is clear that Elain will take up the role so we all have a good laugh.

Archeron sister reunion, congratulations all around. Maybe a celebration in the SC??? or maybe that’s too tacky given that the whole court is still a mess,

Happy ending?? oh wait there’s something more uh-oh, when freeing Vassa you also freed Koshei. Oh you thought you had weakened Koshei by killing is Prythian ally? think again. Koshei is a god of death that now has full access to his powers.

The end.

#Elucien #ACOTAR 6 #Elain Archeron #Lucien Vanserra #Beron Vanserra #Helion #Sarah J Maas #FeysandfeelsPost #As per usual #whatever mistake I have made spelling or grammar wise will be corrected after and only after i post this #because I only see my mistakes when something is already public and not when it's in my drafts.

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themandylion · 3 years

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For Day 4 of DickTim Week: Dark AU | SPACE | Vampires. As a small child, Dick was always told he was born under a lucky star. It's not until decades later that he learns it was the complete opposite, and by then it's far too late to save him, not that he even cares.

So, basically. Dick was born under a Far Realm-infested star, specifically that of Thim’zee, he who watches from the shadows.

Tim thought he’d done pretty well for himself, getting a foothold in the Prime Material Plane by infesting a star! And then several millennia passed and he got super bored because omg it is really hard to spread chaos and unrest when your whole shtick is that you’re so sneaky that no one sees you coming until it’s too late. So he found himself a mortal to mold into his own (his “Chosen,” if you will), pretty psyched about that! Except that his pet mortal was born into a family of vistani and they were doing a really good job of just. Thwarting/blocking Tim’s influence at every turn! Obviously, they had to go.

His influence may be limited because of his sneaky nature, but Tim is very, very good at distracting people when they can’t risk being distracted. Like 60 feet in the air with no net and no one with feather fall prepared.

At last, he thought he was finally going to get unfettered access to his boy, but then this stupid paladin of Helm stepped in and took charge of him? Ugh, so annoying. Still, the paladin was so lawfully good that he never dreamed of using sneaky, underhanded tactics to keep the kid out of Tim’s clutches like the vistani. Finally, progress!

At the start it was really just friendly dream visits, being a sympathetic ear to listen to Dick’s problems. Unlike some Elder Evils, Tim is able to hide his madness-inducing features (just don’t look under his floor-length cloak), and he’s positively human-looking when he takes off his mask (doesn’t happen very often because it’s hard to be a scary eldritch horror when you’ve got a babyface).

Ever so slowly, Tim worked his magic and Dick began his slow slide from neutral good to chaotic evil. Bruce was ignorant of the whole thing, chalking up a lot of Dick’s apparent eccentricities to his vistani heritage. It also didn’t hurt that, as far as Bruce was aware, his ward was a very bendy College of Swords bard.

(Dick: Imma gonna wear bird-themed armor! :D Bruce: You do that, chum. Embrace your acrobat roots. Dick: Look, I *cough* found these really cool goggles that let me see in the dark! :D Bruce: Haha, you're so talented. Dick: This talisman I found is very important to me and my culture so I need to wear it. Bruce: I don't know enough to disagree with this! Jason: OH MY GOD)

Bruce’s squire was a lot more suspicious but Dick was just too charismatic (and Jason frequently sucked balls at his insight checks, possibly due to his unwittingly being cursed by his “brother”) and no one really suspected anything.

Until the Betrayal.

The Betrayal where Dick’s twin shortswords manifested right in the middle of Bruce’s chest, slicing his heart free. Where Dick used his mentor’s life blood to paint horrible sigils on the floor of a temple once dedicated to a long-forgotten deity, opening a gate to the depths of space and welcoming a fragment of horrible Evil onto their planet. Jason tried to stop him, but he was no match for Dick’s swords and magic, long tentacles of ethereal black rising out of the shadows to restrain him while the blades dealt the final blow. He saw a brief glimpse of a blank white mask and an inky cloak before he sank into nothing and life left him.

As for Dick, he didn’t care that he just killed both the man who raised him and the boy he once called his brother. He was united with his patron at long last, and nothing in the world would stop them now.

#DickTim #dicktimweek2021 #Dark AU #D&D AU #warlock #themandylion arts #themandylion writes #(no worries Babs finds dead!Jason and Raises him a few days later; too late to catch up with murderhusbands though)#(and then like Jason swears an Oath of Vengeance and ends up looking after Damian who is a tiefling with adorable little nubbin horns)#also I just want y'all to appreciate that the goggles of night just canonically look Like That I didn't modify them to make them more owlish

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hateswifi · 4 years

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Duck Season

Don’t ask me about the title go ask @thecaptainthunder also it is they’re prompt.

The Master: Master List

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“Good morning, class, as I mentioned last week we have a transfer student,” Madame Bustier greets the class, smiling wide as if it weren’t a Monday morning. Damian rolls his eyes, avoiding anyone who looked like they wanted to talk and headed up to the back corner desk, where no one was sitting.

It didn’t take long for someone to ignore the social cues he’d dropped because there stood a tan, green-eyed girl.

“You should come sit with me, the class bully sits back here and you don’t want to get mixed up with that,” the harlot says, batting her eyelashes.

“I’ll take my chances back here,” Damian grumbles back, but once again she doesn’t take the hint.

“Lila, you’re in my seat,” another, sweeter, voice says. The harlot’s smile falters before she retreats down the stairs to stew in anger in her seat.

“You’re late,” he reprimands, looking at the apparent ‘class bully’.

“Welcome to our class, I’m Marinette, the class president,” She smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes, she’s faking it.

“So class bully and president? Interesting mix.”

“Interesting assumption,” Marinette shrugs, pulling out her classwork. He raises an eyebrow and does the same, who does she think she is to talk back to him.

Needless to say, their relationship didn’t start out the best but it got better.

“I can’t believe they’re such imbeciles,” Damian breaths out, an almost laugh, Marinette thinks to herself. Damian has been in the class for a week now and absolutely hates and loves the class. He hates how stupid the class, but again loves the class because of how idiotic they are.

“What’d she say this time?” Marinettes sighs, sliding into her seat. This was becoming a routine almost, she sits down right before the bell rings and usually has enough time to hear Lila’s amazing stories from Damian.

“It was a classic Jagged Stone story,” Damian sighs.

“I literally know Jagged, and they know that I know him, but yet, in the beginning, I was ‘too jealous’ and now they won’t even listen to anything I say,” Marinette shrugs.

“You know Jagged?” Damian asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s not important, they can look up any of the information she says without having a personal contact, now shhh, class is starting,” Marinette says, ending the conversation. She avoids talking about herself, almost as bad as he does. He doesn’t mind it too much because she doesn’t appear to be a threat, but yet again appearances can be deceiving.

A month into the hell that is his class, he ran into her during one of the many akuma attacks. She had just run into a closet he was running for, he was a bit worried about her because Lila likes to take action during the chaos. He was expecting to see some cliche scene of Lila corning her, but when he opened the door, there stood the Parisian hero.

“What the actual--” He was cut off by her quickly butting in.

“Oh my god! You can’t anything, I have to go, but-”

“I understand, go fight,” Damian says, effectively stopping her rambling.

They had an awkward conversation after her and Chat Noir defeated the akuma, she picked him up and dragged him to a secluded roof away from the public prying eyes, and the numbing idiocy of the class.

“So another way you knew she was lying is you’re Ladybug,” Damian says as soon as they touch down.

“I would’ve known it without being Ladybug, seriously a foreign girl comes in announcing that she’s best friends with a hero but she's been in the country like three days tops, it’s pretty obvious,” Ladybug huffs, dropping her transformation. “Why’d you follow me into the closet?”

“Ehh Lila likes to come up with lies during the chaos, so if you had an alibi I thought it would be helpful,” Damian shrugs.

“Aww, you care about my well being,” Marinette coos, nudging him.

“You’re bearable,” Damian mumbles, a hint of warmth spreading across his cheeks, must be the afternoon sun.

“That’s the nicest thing I’ve heard you say since you transferred,” Marinette points out.

“That doesn’t matter, now let’s leave,” he says, standing.

“You really want to go back to class?” Marinette asks, standing as well.

“No but I don’t want to sit in the sun, so let’s go somewhere else. Are going to get us down?”

“Sorry, I can’t at the moment, but we can climb down the fire escape,” Marinette says, rubbing the back of her neck.

“That will do,” Damian says, easily moving down the escape.

“Can we stop by my house real quick I want to grab a sketchbook, if that's ok with you,” She asks, pointing at the bakery that’s just down the street from the school.

“You live above the bakery?”

“Yeah, you hungry?”

“No, I don’t like sweets.”

“Your loss then,” Marinette shrugs, entering the back door. She appears a couple of minutes later, putting cookies in her purse. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question it. They walk over to the park and sit under a tree in the shade. He just sits in the shade and lets sounds of the birds singing, the breezing leaves, and the light trickling water take over his sense. It was a bit later when he hears her start humming if it were practically anyone else, he would’ve snapped at her to stop it, but her humming was calming.

He honestly should’ve seen it before he responded. It was a month after the revelation of her being the Parisian hero. They were walking around the Seine near evening after the defeat of another akuma and another day of drama with the harlot and sheep. Marinette had leave early due to the akuma and he was left to deal with the idiots by himself

“What’s the matter?” he questions.

“Oh, sorry, I have a lot on my mind,” Marinette says quietly. He steps in front of her and lifts her chin.

“What’s on your mind?” She looks up at him, his breath hitches in his throat, her eyes are glistening in the sunset.

“I… I don’t want things to change, but,” she pauses, taking a deep breath. “I really like you, you’re kind to me, even though you don’t try to show it and-”

“Enough,” Damian cuts her off, she stands in front of him, vulnerable. She’s trying to distract her self by rolling a rock underneath her foot. “If you don't want things to change, then don't change them.” He responds sternly.

“Umm, ok, I’m sorry, I’m just going to go home then. Umm! Good night!” She says, swinging her head up quickly, just enough to see her eyes glistening with tears before she turns her back and she rushing home.

“Why’d I say that?” Damian asks himself he watches her back and she rushes down the sidewalk. He has a strange urge to follow her, to pull her into a hug, and to, strangely enough, apologize for making her cry. “What’s the matter with me?” He sighs and agrees to talk to her tomorrow morning before class, as normal.

But that wasn’t the case, she slid into her seat just after the bell rung. Not only was that different, she was wearing make up, not enough for a majority of people to notice, but he knows her well, and her smile doesn’t reach her eyes again. He was going to try and talk to her during lunch, but conveniently Agreste calls for her attention as the bell rings before he could get a word out, they’re already out the door.

He feels weird, he knows he shouldn’t he also doesn’t understand why or what that feeling is. His feelings have been pretty abnormal since he got to know Marinette. When he met her, he hated her, but honestly, he hates everyone he meets so he didn’t expect to end up not hating her in the end. She was different than anyone he had ever met, she was kind, without knowing who he was, her smile was contagious. She beautiful but was humble and wasn’t a harlot like other women who had attempted to his attention.

“Grayson, I have a problem,” Damian says, sitting down in the library to eat his lunch in peace.

“What’s up, Birdie, you never call me,” Dick asks.

“This girl said that she likes me.”

“It’s not the first time, you’ve never had a problem rejecting girls before what’s up?”

“She’s my acquaintance.”

“So you like her? What's the problem?”

“Like her?”

“Do you have romantic feelings for her?”

“Explain.”

“Do you like it when she’s around? Is she apart of your life and it feels like a piece is missing if she’s not there?”

“But that could be platonic as well.”

“It could be, but do you ever have urges to hold her hand, if she is crying to wipe away the tears, or to hold her in a hug?” (I had no idea how to write this btw, almost asked for help but imma too awkward)

“She cried last night and all I wanted to do was hug her and apologize,” Damian sighs.

“You were going to apologize? She must be special.”

“She’s fantastic, a literal angel,” Damian sighs, slouching in his chair to look at the ceiling. “She takes care of and loves animals. She so good with kids, even with brats.”

“Talk to her, I’m sure she’ll understand,” Dick says, there a banging being him. “Sorry, I gotta go, Jason just walked in.” he says before hanging up.

“Talk to her?” Damian mutters to himself. “Do I have feelings for her?”

He heads back to class early, hoping to talk to her before class. There was one problem, she didn’t show up for afternoon classes along with Agreste.

He decides that he’ll take the work and notes to Marinette. He enters through the bakery, they had stopped there a couple of times before to pick up stuff sometimes a sketchbook and sometimes a snack. Sabine and Tom recognized him and let him in. He knocks on the trap door and hears a come in, he pushes it open and sees Agreste and Marinette in their pajamas, playing a video game.

“Agreste, Marinette,” Damian says, stepping into the room.

“Damian?” Marinette asks, turning surprisingly pale pretty quickly.

“I brought your stuff and I wanted to talk to you,” Damian says, rubbing the back of his neck, looking at the ground.

“Ummm… sure, Adrien can you give us a minute?” Marinette says, standing up from her spinning chair.

“You hurt her again, I’ll cataclysm you,” Adrien says, opening the trap door before disappearing underneath.

“Umm first, here’s your stuff and notes,” Damian says, handing her them. “Another thing, I’m going to guess you noticed, but I’m not good with emotions in general.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“It took me a bit, but I talked to my brother today,” Damian pauses, taking a deep breath.

“Where’s this going? I don’t want to get hurt again,” Marinette says, taking a seat of her chaise.

“I didn’t realize it before I talked to Grayson, he’s my brother, but I like you. I missed you in class and I don’t ever want to see you cry again. I want to be able to you without it being weird,” Damian says, rubbing the back of his neck, looking anywhere but her.

“You like me?” Marinette asks, standing up.

“I hate the fact that I made you cry, I never want to see sadness in your beautiful blue eyes ever again. You’re too good for me, you are an angel,” Damian says, taking a deep breath.

“I’m just me though,” Marinette says, looking at the ground. Damian steps forward, tipping her chin to look up at him.

“And you’re perfect,” Damian says, Marinette reaches on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek.

“And you owe me for playing my heart, I honestly thought you didn’t like me and I had a mini-crisis,” Marinette giggled.

“Would you like to go adopt a hamster?”

“That’s perfect if we can her name her Fluffy,” Marinette smiles.

“We’ll talk about the name,” Damian chuckles.

“I’m open to a discussion,” Marinette shrugs.

Bonus:

“I just had the weirdest conversation,” Dick says, hanging up his phone to look at Jason.

“What’d ya mean?” Jason asks, plopping down in a chair across from Dick before slouching to put his feet on the desk, taking a bite from his apple with a solid crunch.

“I think Damian in love,” Dick says, causing Jason to choke on his apple.

“What the fack did I miss?”

Bonus Bonus:

“Remember how Damian was in an emotional dilemma,” Dick asks, entering the dining room.

“Damian has emotions?” Tim asks, throwing his coffee back like a shot, or maybe it was a straight-up espresso shot, Dick wasn’t really paying attention.

“Yeah, not the point, not only does he have a girlfriend they have a hamster named Nightingale. Probably so Bruce can’t try and turn her into a bird,” Dick says, muttering the last bit.

“Hey I wouldn’t adopt Damian’s girlfriend, give me some credit,” Bruce says, taking the phone to look at the picture.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years

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What The Stark Spangled F**k?

A Stark Spangled Forever One Shot- Finding Rori

Summary: Rori gets a pet. And hilarity/chaos ensues.

Warnings: Bad language words…

A/N: This came to me yesterday and is inspired by my own fairground goldfish, Evans, who is 5 this year.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The little boy was happily colouring along, grinning and talking to his Dad as he went, occasionally glancing up at ‘Moana’ which was playing on the TV, sometimes he would start to imitate the singing, causing Katie to glance up and watch him, smiling softly. Out of their three youngest kids, he had without doubt been the easiest one to deal with. He hardly ever cried or made a fuss, never complained, he was such a placid little boy. Steve and Katie had no idea who he took after as neither of them were known for their patience or calmness really. And frankly, compared to his sister who could be the biggest pain in the ass on the planet, it was a welcome change. Which was why they liked to make time for him on his own as when the other two were around, they demanded all the attention, something which Katie hated, and Steve knew was worrying her about when baby number four arrived.

But their peace was shattered as the security system alerted them to the fact the gate had been opened by “Bucky Barnes” and Steve glanced up at the clock. It was gone five, he hadn’t realised it was getting that late in the day. He let out a sigh, and exchanged a look with Katie who had placed her book down in preparation for the onslaught.

Which arrived a few minutes later as Jamie sauntered into the room, baseball cap perched on his head backwards, followed by Rori who was clutching a plastic bag in her hand, and contained in which was…

“Oh you are kidding me, right?” Steve nodded to the offending fish swimming around in small circles as Rori held it up grinning. He looked at Katie who was trying not to laugh as he shook his head. Rori had been asking the two of them for a fish for weeks and they had persistently said no but surprise, surprise here she was with one.

“BUCKY! BUCKY!” Steve yelled as Harry grinned, joining in and clapping.

Buck appeared in the doorway, looking at Steve innocently whilst behind him Sam carried some form of small tank which held a pink castle and some other ornaments along with some food, gravel and a filter.

“I told you not to buy her a damned goldfish Bucky!” Steve looked at him, shaking his head

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged “I won her one.”

“Fisheee!” Harry said as he toddled over to Rori to get a closer look.

“That’s…that’s a technicality!” Steve spluttered before he looked at Sam who shook his head.

“I had nothing to do with this man.”

“Don’t lie Uncle Sam.” Jamie said, dropping onto the sofa, Stark licking his face “You helped Rori pick the tank in the pet store.” “Traitor” Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

“You,” Steve pointed at Bucky as he stood up from the rug, “are the biggest jerk ever, you know that?”

Bucky grinned innocently as Rori turned to Katie who examined the fish before she gave a shake of her head and sighed.

“Well it’s hre now so we might as well set the tank up.” And just like that, the Star Spangled Diva once more got her own way, as half an hour or so later, said bastard fish was safely in its new home, the tank sitting on the corner unit in the den where Steve had placed it once it had been filled and the ornaments arranged EXACTLY how Rori wanted them.

“I think we should call it Klaus.” Jamie nodded.

“What the hell kinda name is that?” Bucky looked at him.

“It’s the fish from American Dad.” Jamie shrugged.

“Okay. two things.” Steve looked at Jamie sternly. “One, me and your Ma told you that you were far too young to watch that and therefore were not allowed and two, I echo what Buck just said, what the hell kinda name is Klaus?”

“The fish can talk.” Jamie shrugged. “And he’s German, used to be a guy until the CIA turned him into a fish and-“ “Alright, just no.” Steve shook his head. “The fish is not being called Klaus and if I catch you watching that again, I’m gonna take the plug off your TV.” “Oh come on dad, like you didn’t watch shows you weren’t allowed to when you were my age.” Jamie protested and Katie gave a snort.

“Yeah, like TV existed back then.”

Jamie frowned for a moment before a look of realisation spread across his face “Oh yeah!” “Most Exciting thing we saw was the ‘Wizard of Oz’.” Bucky said, nostalgically “Man, Technicolour…what a revelation.” “That’s so whack.” Jamie mumbled.

“Yeah, now you’re talking and I’m hearing words but,” Steve shrugged and grinned as Jamie aimed a dig at him which Steve easily dodged. The two began to play spar with one another, their laugher and exclamations getting louder until Rori cut across the noise as she moved her head from where she was looking at the fish in its tank. “I’m going to call her Dori.” she said. Steve stopped what he was doing, which allowed Jamie to land a punch to his arm, which in all fairness was pretty fucking hard.

“Ow…” He said, rubbing at the place Jamie’s knuckles at connected with his bicep and looked down at the 9 year old “Good shot son…” Jamie grinned and they all turned to where Rori was stood, Katie crouched down next to her as they both watched the fish. “What did you say Princess?”

“I said her name. Imma call her Dori, like in Finding Nemo and Finding Dori…” she shrugged “And it’s like my name…”

“Dori and Rori.” Katie grinned at her daughter “Hey, Finding Rori…gedddit?”

Rori grinned and Hi-Fived her Momma the pair of them laughing whilst Steve and Jamie exchanged a look.

“Nah, I think you should call it Dot.” Bucky said simply. Steve turned to look at him. “What? It’s orangey red…so was her hair…”

“No,it’s Dori” Rori corrected him.

“Dot is better.”

“Dori!”

“Dot!”

“MY FISH, MY NAME UNCLE BUCKY!” Rori stamped her foot. And Katie turned to look at her, a firm expression on her face but it was Steve that issued the warning.

“Aurora enough! And you…” he pointed at Bucky who grinned at him, “stop antagonising her.”

“Chaos, confusion, my work here is done.” Bucky grinned, giving Steve a salute. “Same time next week?”

******* It was a few weeks later when disaster struck…

“Steeeeeeve!” Katie’s yell hit his ears and he stiffened slightly, before he put down his mug and hurried out of the kitchen and into the den.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned. She simply pointed to the corner of the room where Dori’s tank sat and he saw the fish bobbing on the surface.

Dead

“Oh fuck.” He swallowed. “How did that happen?”

“Well, I’m no expert but I suspect the half disintegrated cookie at the bottom of the tank might be something to do with it.” Katie sighed.

“I told her not to feed it them.” Steve groaned.

“You’re gonna have to go get a new one.” Katie looked at him “Before she gets back because I can’t cope with a diva meltdown Steve, not today.”

“Me?” Steve looked at her

“Yes, you.” Katie said. “I was up all night as you know, I can’t stop puking, I’m tired and you’re not in today and…”

“Ok, ok.” Steve nodded, placating her as he dropped a kiss to her cheek “Right…leave it with me.” She smiled at him, leaned up to give him a kiss before she swept out of the den, Harry toddling behind her. Steve glanced at the dead fish before he pulled out his phone.

“S’up Punk?” Bucky greeted him.

“Me and you got a mission, a big mission.” Steve said, “Meet me at the Coffee shop in 30.”

And that’s how both World War 2 Veterans, the Captain and his Sergeant, ended up in a local Pet Shop an hour or so later with said dead fish in a Tupperware container, a very bemused assistant looking at them.

“I need one of these” Steve explained, showing the fish to him.

“You need a goldfish, Sir?” “Yeah but it needs to look exactly like this one.” Steve said.

“Ok, they all look similar…” the assistant began until Bucky cut him off. “No, you don’t know his daughter.” Bucky shook his head “When we say exactly the same, we mean, exactly the same…” Less than an hour later, Dori The Second was placed in the now cleaned tank, the 3 adults and Harry watching it carefully.

“Think she’ll notice?” Steve asked, looking at Katie.

“Hmmm, it looks the same to me.” she said. “Suppose we’ll find out later.” Steve was crapping his pants all day. And when he finally collected Rori from school, he was on tenterhooks until she headed into the Den after getting changed and having a juice box. He glanced at Katie, as the pair of them held their breath, and they thought they’d gotten away with it for a few minutes, until they heard her yell.

“Shit…” Katie mumbled, as they both headed into the room.

“Everything ok?”

“Why does Dori have a white spot on her tail?” Rori looked at her mom and dad.

“Where?” Steve frowned.

“There!” She exclaimed, pointing. Steve leaned down to look and there was the tiniest white spot on the tip of the fish’s tail, no bigger than a pin prick.

“Some fish get markings like that.” Katie said, her quick thinking kicking in “it might go again, or it might get bigger…maybe you should keep notes and some pictures, then you can track it.” “Oh, ok, yeah that sounds cool!” Rori grinned and Steve glanced at his wife, relief flooding his system.

A little later, once Jamie, Rori and Harry were in bed, Katie and Steve sat down to dinner.

“I can’t believe we pulled it off.” Steve sighed, spearing a piece of broccoli with his fork “I mean, of all the missions we’ve run…”

Katie chuckled, “You know, when I was a kid I had a goldfish. Tony got him for my 8th birthday, called him Flounder, you know after the fish in the little mermaid?”

“Yeah?” Steve looked at her.

She nodded “Yup. He lived for like 11 years…or rather I thought he did. On my 18th birthday Tony confessed that Flounder, who was at this point still alive, was in fact Flounder the 9th. He had in fact died 9 times and each time Tony replaced him without me knowing.”

Steve paused, his fork raised halfway to his mouth before he gave a groan. “So basically I’ve turned into Tony?”

“There are worse people you could have become.” Katie snorted as Steve shook his head, swallowing his food.

“Bucky is a dead man.” he sighed, “This is all his fault.” “Well he’d do anything for Rori.” Katie shrugged “She has the pair of you, and Sam for that matter, wrapped around her pinkie.”

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Steve looked at her “I mean, can you blame me? She’s basically Tony with your looks.”

A couple of hours later, after some TV and a cuddle on the couch, both of them decided to head to bed. It was still reasonably early but Katie was tired and Steve decided to go with her, he could watch TV in bed. They both checked on their kids, and Steve left Katie to tuck Harry in properly as he wandered over to Jamie’s room. He opened the door, Stark pushing in to take his customary place on the foot of the bed.

“Lights out pal.” Steve said gently as he dropped a kiss to his forehead. He reached for the remote, turning his son’s TV off as Jamie reached for his lamp, clicking the switch, leaving the only source of light as that which was coming from the hall way. “Night buddy.” “Night…” Jamie said, before he spoke again just as Steve was about to leave the room. “I know you swapped the fish.” Steve turned back to look at him, shrugging “I don’t know what you mean.” “Mom’s right, you’re a terrible liar.” Jamie said and Steve could just make out his face, a smirk was playing on his lips “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Rori…if you give me twenty bucks…” “How about I don’t, and you still don’t or you’re grounded.” “Grounding me aint gonna reverse time and stop me telling her in the first place.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve blinked. He paused for a second, contemplating his options. He could come down like a tonne of bricks on the kid, which to be fair was very tempting, or he could take the easy way out which frankly, at that moment, was far more appealing. And so, Steve Rogers, the first Captain America, once-upon-a-time leader of the World’s Mightiest Heroes found himself reduced to bargaining with a blackmailing 9 year old. His blackmailing 9 year old to be precise.

You little shit.

“5 bucks.” Steve opened the negotiation.

“15.” shot back Jamie.

“10.”

“Deal.” Jamie grinned. “Night dad.” “Yeah, whatever…” Steve grumbled, closing the bedroom door behind him. He stopped dead as he saw Katie looking at him, her hands on her hips.

“Did you seriously just let him do that?” she shook her head.

“Do you wanna deal with a diva tantrum?”

“Steve, he just completely…”

“I know what he did, Doll.” Steve sighed, following her into their room “And for the record, this is on you.” “Me?” she frowned as he reached out, his arms wrapping around her from behind, hands softly cupping her bump. “Yes, because that part of him that just blackmailed me, was his 50% Stark.” he said, placing a kiss to her neck.

Katie tilted her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He arched an eyebrow at her and she gave a snort, shaking her head. “Who knew that your own daughter would be your downfall.”

“She’s Tony but with your looks.” Steve shrugged “What do you expect?”

“Well,” Katie mused, “you said you’d give him 10 bucks but you didn’t say when. You can point this out to him tomorrow, if he wants it he can have it when he’s tidied his room.” “That’s…sneaky” Steve grinned.

“Fight fire with fire Soldier.” she smirked “You pointed out he’s half Stark, well, I’m 100% Stark, which means I can out Stark him all day long.”

**Original Posting**

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clearlyshyobservation · 4 years

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Kokichi is dying (V3 chatfic, no particular ship)

TW: Infers abuse, talks about ableism, neglect, panic attack pretty much, depression, self loathing. never being good enough

i am so sorry but vr au's need to be sad, love yall :)

(Background info: This is set in a vr au, they are not with their fake memory parents (Ie; kaito's kind grandparents) but rather why they really have)

(Also i have no fucking clue what ship i was going for???? pretty sure they are all on the table, and kokichi talks like an idiot in this and i love it. Gonta's writing is based off of his Japanese talking style, so no more caveman talking).

USERNAMES:

(Space monkey: Kaito, Detective pikachu: shuichi, Elton john: kaede, Antman: gonta, Mr. Gonstealyoman: korekiyo, Atua's bitch: angie, emoboi: ryoma, be-boop: kiibo, bread roll: Maki, cum dumpster: miu, mommy: kirumi, Gremlin: Kokichi)

TLDR: Chaos ensues, slight angst

Gremlin: omfg im fucking sicK im gonna fucking die i bet this was kaitos bitch ass fault for coughing on me with his tuberculosis headass gROSSSSS I HATE EVERYTHINGGG

Space Monkey: i-

Space monkey: I didn't get you sick dumbass,,,, my tb is fugckin cured bi-

Bread roll: he's dramatic and gross dont believe him

Gremlin: yall mean for what?

Gremlin: i have a life taking disease and yall laughing i-

Gremlin: see you at my funeral bitch

Detective pikachu: What are you sick with then

Gremlin: anythong bitch, im the universe

Antman: He sounds delusional, thats not good

Detective pikachu: He's always delusional, he's Kokichi

Mr. gonstealyoman: I guess this name is better than my old one

Mr. gonstealyoman: thank you kokichi :) I am glad we have come to an understanding

Gremlin: kay sexy

Gremlin: IGNRE WHAT I JUST SENT

Gremlin: IGNORE IT IGNORE IT IGNORE ITTTTT

Antman: who was that for???

Gremlin: NO ONE,,,

Gremlin: Okay,,, maybe sexy tall men in general lowkey

Gremlin: okay,,,, maybe anyone over 6 feet

Detective pikachu: i feel excluded

Detective pikachu: good, i don't like you kokichi, your an ass

Gremlin: u sound jelly shumaiiiiii

be-boop: perhaps he is telling the truth, you know,

be-boop: according to my data, in chapter four Shuichi stated that you will never have friends, and no one will ever like you

Gremlin: SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP MAKING ME FEEL BADBSKVKHDVKDSKJV

Antman: do you need me to come over? I can make you tea?

mommy: Do you know how to do that, Gonta? I can teach you?

Antman: Gonta does know, thank you very much.

Antman: Gonta is not a child, Tojo-chan, please don't regard me as one

Antman: Gonta can cook, can clean, can be gentle, and has his own mind

Space monkey: but we're just making sure man, cuz, you know,,,, chapter 4

Antman: I am capable of things just like you!!!!!

Antman: Gonta doesn't know why you guys treat me like a child :(

Gremlin: yeah, hot stuff over there is basically a prodigy homies

Antman: Gonta is dumb though, don't say that.

Antman: Gonta is no prodigy, in fact, he is below average in everything

Gremlin: Whats ur test scores bitch

Antman: Gonta got a 98 on my english test,, but i wanted a 100, which would make Gonta actually smart :(

Antman: Gonta is not good enough to be friends with you all

Antman: I can do basic stuff like tojo said...

Antman: maybe i do need help?

Antman: im not sure anymore:((((

Gremlin: THEY ARE ABLEIST GONTA,,, THEY FEEL SUPERIOR FOR TREATING UUUUU LIKE A CHILD

Detective pikachu: You sound really delusional Kokichi, maybe you should get sleep

Gremlin: S T F U, IM SPITTING ST8 FACTS BITCH

Detective pikachu: Sure you are. Now get some rest.

Gremlin: GRRRR WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS??

Bread roll: Cause your stupid and aggressive

Gremlin: your personality, basically?

Bread roll: shut up at least i have a boyfriend

Gremlin: Technically, you just stole my frienemy

Gremlin: Yall do be avoiding each other doe

Space Monkey: WE ARE NOT

Gremlin: Yeah yeah

Gremlin: yesterday i saw you to enter the same cafe by accident, duck your heads, then sit across the cafe from each other, all while avoiding eye contact

Gremlin: Soooo,,, things not going well in paradise?

Detective pikachu: you're nosy

Gremlin: says the literal detective

Space monkey: everythings fine your just a dickkkk

Gremlin: "oooo! Im momo-chan, i say bad word and go brrrrr"

Space monkey: im going to fucking stab him

Gremlin: You cant, ive already enslaved you with my chaotic, yet cute hijinks, havent i~

Space monkey: STOP STOP NO NOT THE SQUIGLY

Gremlin: is it the sex? WHY DONT YOU MAKE EYE CNOTACT WITH UR LADY NO MORE

Space monkey: ITS NOT THE SEX I HATE YOU

Gremlin: im free by the way at 8 ;)

Bread roll: STOP trying to steal my boyfriend kokichi, ive told you this before

Bread roll: NO

Bread roll: BODY

Antman: Gonta interrupts to say, Gonta loves you kokichi, and we should get flowers together, than maybe we can prank some people :D

Bread roll: Ive never wanted to stab you more, gonta

Gremlin: I'd enjoy that very much, fine fellow ;)

Gremlin: but idk,,,, can you like take care of me first, cuz IM SICK BECAUSE OF KAITO TUBERCULOSIS ASS

Space monkey: I DONT HAVE TB ANYMORE

Gremlin: SURE YOU DONT

Space monkey: I DONT

Gremlin: BUT GUESS WHAT

Gremlin: YOU STILL SMOKE DUMBASS AND THATS NOT GOOD FOR U OR YOUR TUBERCULOSIS

Detective pikachu: He smokes?

Atua's bitch: he does, i walked in on him in the bathroom lmao

Atua's bitch: he was scared shitless and threw it out the window, needless to say atua does nt approve

Gremlin: DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE VACCINE????

Space monkey: Uh,,, i was taught vaccines were bad, so no i don't have the vaccine

Gremlin: I HATE OLD PEOPLE

Gremlin: ABOLISH OLD PEOPLEEEE

Gremlin: THEY SPREAD MISINFORMATION AND IT PHISCALLY HURTS ME TO SEEEEEE

Space monkey: your dramatic, it cant be that bad

Gremlin: say that when you catch it again

Gremlin: i swear you coughed on me like,,,, 5 weeks ago tho

Antman: OOOO! Fun fact: Tuberculosis can lay dormant from 3 months to a few years!

Space monkey: u guys are just trying to scare me

Bread roll: Just checked the chat after using the br and,,m YOUDONT HAVE YOU VACCINES???

Detective pikachu: Im sorry, but kaito, please,,,,, for the love of god get vaccines

Space monkey: alright alright, ill do it cuz you guys are all on my case and i don't like being the villain :(

Gremlin: Im so happy i have gonta with me rn, he is making me tea while yall rot in your distant ass relationship (THIS IS FOR YOU KAITO)

Space monkey: Im going to destroy your bloodline in about three seconds if you dont stfu right fucking now

Gremlin: Hhehe i have an inaprwopwiate joke uwu

emoboi: STOP PLEASE DEAR GOD

cum dumpster: wHAt Is iT YOU WHORE

Gremlin: i was gonna say wouldn't he need to like,,,, have sex with my family to weed out my bloodline or something??

cum dumpster: i-

cum dumpster: Why am i acting surprised, ive watched porn with more extravagant plots than this

cum dumpster: ie; are you guys FUCKING? RIGHT INFRONT OF MY SALAD??? is one i will cherish with my soul

emoboi: hehe why did she point out the salad

Space monkey: I hate u kokichi, i truly do

Gremlin: I bet if you got the chance u would kiss me space boy :P

Bread roll has left the chat

Space monkey: o god is she ddoing one of those bf loyalty tests or smthing???

Space monkey: now im nervous lmao

Gremlin: why you so nervous stupid~~~~

Gremlin: It not like ur cheating on her homie

Space monkey: It's just a placebo effect

Gremlin: My brain feels fried Momo-chan,, i don't understand big boy words right now

Space monkey: Basically, if you take a pill that doesn't do anything but you don't know that and believe it does, you will scientifically start to feel better

Gremlin: first and only time saying this, but thank you

Space monkey: HEHEHEB YOU SAID THANK YOU YOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOU

Gremlin: Kaito,,, imma need you to do me a favor and look up on your ceiling

Space monkey: i hate you, idk what it is, but i hte you

Gremlin: good <3

Space monkey: HE REPLACED ALL MY THE STARS ON MY CELING WITH FUCKIBG DICKSSS

Space monkey: THIS IS THE LST FUCKING STRAW IM GONNA LOSE IT

Space monkey: IF MY GRANDPARENTS SEE THIS BULLSHIT THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME, SLAP ME, MAYBE BREAK MY NECK AND DESTROY MEE

Space monkey: Im GENUINLEY panicing HOW TF am i gona get this off my wal???? They are going to bbat me senselpess help me shUichi

Detective pikachu: o god, i can sense the sheer pain and scaredness in that tet,

Detective pikachu: are you for real gong to get hurt or are you pulling a kokichi?

Space monkey: FUCKING HELP ME IM NOT FUCKING JOKINGKABKCB HELP THEY ARE NOT HOME RN THEY ARE LIKEE,,,, 40 MINUTES AWAY PLEASEE

Gremlin: okay,,, maybe this wasn't the best prank.,,, i guess i'll help clean up cuz im not that much of a sociopath

Gremlin: tbh my parents can go shove it too lowkey terrible 0/10

Space monkey: AHHHH IM SO SCARED PLS PSL GET HERE FAST

be-boop: Of course, i will come, i will survey the outside of the house

Antman: Gonta is coming too! We will get this done in under 40 minutes!

Space monkey: OKAY

Gremlin: Lowkey, if i cough on you ignore it bitch your the one who made me like this

Space monkey: W HA TDONT COUGH ON ME IM NOT SICK ANYMORE

Gremlin: I will give you TB again just cuz your making me suffer

Space monkey: Suffer what??? putting dicks on my FUCKING WALL???

Gremlin: Guilt, idiot, im feeling guilty.

cum dumpster: oof thats new

emoboi: yeah i wasn't expecting it

Mr.gonstealyoman: Me neither. It is rather peculiar seeing it being texted by him because he is always feels not guilty of his bad actions.

be-boop: I do believe he means it, though...

emoboi: impossible.

cum dumpster: i agree, literally impossible.

Gremlin: I HAVE A FUCKIBG SOUL YOU CRazY CONSPIRACISTS

Antman: Quick question, shuichi can i stay with you again? It'll be dark when i get home and gonta can't do that so,,, please help

Detective pikachu: my parents are like blank slates, who eat slowly, watch tv slowly, and never look at me. Im sure they wouldn't mind :P

Antman: ALRIGHT! :D LETS GET MISSION: MR. MOMOTA ROOM REPAIR DONE!

Gremlin: ooo! I like the name! IM INNNN!

Detective pikachu: On it!

be-boop: Ready for look out!

Space monkey: I love you guys :)

AN: Im lowkey sorry i ended this chaotic mess with angst,,,, but like fr i love it i love angst,, i hate reading it but love writing it

#kokichiouma #oumota #Ougoku #chat fic #kaito momota #kiibo #miu iruma #gonta gokuhara #ryoma #angie #shuichi saihara #vr au #kirumi #maki harukawa #korekiyo #danganronpav3 #danganronpa #grossness

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ssixa · 3 years

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 1411

Warning: explicit language, mention of sex

A/n: oi vey it’s been a min. Literally wrote this chapter a while ago and I can’t remember if I wanted to write more or if I finished without posting but I guess I’ll never know lol. But yo girl has 2 more weeks until graduation so of course...imma start on the next chapter hehe. Either way please enjoy!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Ten

The next morning I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I rolled over spreading my arms around the bed instantly noticing the lack of body that is supposed to be beside me. I look around seeing if he was around only to find no trace of him. The side of the bed still felt warm so I figured it hadn’t been long that it was vacant. When I went to reach for my phone in the bedside table I find a note,

“Good morning beautiful (wow I can’t believe I can say that) anyways I got up to get us some breakfast. I’ll be back in a little while, but in case you miss me just message me and I’ll be there asap. Love, your bias🖤”

I giggled and put the note back and grabbed my phone. I texted,

“Good morning just wanted to say I’m up but take your time, not rush...I also like chocolate chip muffins and orange juice 😋”

I almost instantly got a reply back like he was just waiting for me to message. He replied that he got it and said he would see me in a little bit since he had to make a stop by the managers room on the plans for the day. I decided to lay back down and since I had nowhere I needed to go. I decided to text Mark to see what he’s up to.

“Mornin wannabe bias”

“Lol I swear I’ll be your new bias, just you wait” replied Mark

“In your dreams anyways what are you up to?”

“Just chilling, JB is off to talk to the manager” I reply

“Gotcha can I come hang in your room, y/f/n and Yug are being cringey” he wined

“Lol sure and trust me I get it😂”

“Aye bet see you in a sec”

~Mark’s POV~

I start gathering my phone and throwing my shoes on. As I continue I can hear Yug speak up,

“Yo where you going?”

“Hang out with y/n, y’all are just cringey and it smells like sex in here” he remarked.

“Oh my bad, thought I got rid of the smell. Welp have fun, don’t be an idiot” he laughed. By the ridiculous statement Mark got up and faked charged at the couples bed that caused Yug to use y/f/n as a shield. Laughing insured in the room and Mark went on his way.

~Y/F/N POV~

“Hm”

“What is it?” Yug sat up turning toward you

“I don’t know, just a gut feeling” I said out loud

“About what?” He questioned

“Now don’t go running your mouth about this convo ok? Well something is telling me that Mark might think of y/n as more than a friend” I state.

“What would make you think that?” He asked curiously

“Just a woman’s intuition”

“Well do you think y/n likes him back?”

“That I don’t know. She really loves JB and considers Mark a close friend so there are feelings there just not the same ones Mark possibly has for her”

“Honestly I’ve been thinking the same thing. Do you think we should ask either of them about it?”

“No, we shouldn’t interfere. Let’s just see how it plays out” I state. Yug nods in agreement and the subject is quickly changed to the most ridiculous topic.

~Y/N POV~

Scrolling through my instagram feed I hear the knock at the door. I drag myself out of bed knowing full well who it is since the conversation was only a few minutes ago. I check the peep hole because better safe than sorry and open the door. Mark stands there in a hoodie and sweat pants with a tired look in his eyes looking like he just woke up. I invite him in like he’s royalty (which to some fans he is) and shut the door behind him. He makes his way to the untouched bed by the window and belly flops causing me to chuckle.

“Long night?”

“Not really, just a bit sluggish” he grumbles back

I skip and jump on the small space on the bed right next to him laying on my stomach, pretty much imitating him.

“Feel that, I’m exhausted. Y’all really wore me out last night”

“I think one of us did the most work” he finally turns his head to face me,chuckling. I decided to reply with a smack on the back. He laughs yet again knowing it was well deserved.

We kept the conversation going that was much about nothing. Until he suddenly brings up something that I haven’t thought about in ages.

“So I’m curious” he starts

“Lol about what?”

“When we first met...the thoughts that ran through your head” he replies

“Mark you know because you were there” I reply laughing

“I know, but I’m not you so I’m just curious”

“Well if I was to be honest I was speechless. How would you feel if you met a celebrity you like in real life?” I laugh

“Yeah I get that, but I guess since we’ve gotten closer I was just curious from your point of view”

“But I was surprised because you were a lot more handsome in real life, a lot more laid back, and just comfortable to be around” I rambled on

“Like you‘ve always given off a laid back vibe through the screen, but it’s the fact that you were polite even before you found out I was a fan. Some celebs tend to be assholes, but if they’re in front of a fan or a camera they act like the sweetest most innocent person ever.”

“If I remember it wasn’t soon after you told me you were a fan. How did you guess I was a decent human in that short amount of time?” he chuckled

“Well you kept being yourself even after I mentioned I couldn’t tell anyone that you were my patient because I would be breaking the law. You could’ve been absolute garbage but you weren’t and damn I would’ve fell for you even more if I didn’t have to remind myself that you were my patient and on no world would it work out like a fan fiction” I chuckled

I continue, “then again now I’m dating your leader so maybe I do live in a fan fiction world. I wonder what will happen next. A sudden love triangle? Someone gets amnesia? I suddenly get sold to an idol group because my mother hates me?” I start laughing at the stupid ideas I was coming up with and only a few moments later I realized my voice was the only one heard. I turn to see Mark and he was just looking at me.

“Alright did I lose you somewhere?” I chuckled

“No, I was just thinking about what you said. I guess it’s good to know what fans see me as even if I haven’t talked to every single fan. Also… ‘fell for even more’? Does my little tech have a crush on me?” he laughs

“In your dreams Tuan. You know I meant in a bias way, don’t get your hopes up, though i do wish you find happiness in a relationship soon” I retort

“Then would you ever be able to see me in a non bias way?” he says softly

“Mark what-” I started but was suddenly cut off when I heard the door pad being accessed and the door opening. I see JB walking in with our food and drinks. He sets them down and is thrown off by Mark’s presence in the room.

“What’s going on?” he asks curiously, seeing my also slightly startled face.

“O-oh nothing we were just talking about random things” I jumped up ready to get to my food. JB hands it to me and gives me a peck on the cheek. I thank him and go to sit on our bed.

Deep down I wasn’t going to admit that I knew exactly what Mark meant, but I couldn’t acknowledge it either given I was dating his leader/member/and best friend. I couldn’t lie that I didn’t feel something small for Mark when we first met, but I was able to push those feelings aside because, like I said, never would I have imagined anything working out. I’m happy with JB and I wouldn’t trade it, I just know this is something that I’ll have to talk to y/f/n about because I don’t know what to do.

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#kpop smut #kpop fluff #got7 mark #got7 jackson #got7 bambam #got7 youngjae #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #got7 yugyeom #idol au

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lunetheaveragefan · 4 years

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‘one day...’

Hey y’all! This chapter was supposed to be posted last Monday but last week was so busy for me and I forgot. So finally, here is chapter 7! Chapter 8 was supposed to be posted next week, but I’m going to continue with my typical two week schedule so I don’t forget again! Hope you enjoy!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: swearing; brief mention of a panic attack; eating; if you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 2557 words

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Virgil exits the auditorium with Patton and Logan, grinning.

“He did so good!” Patton exclaims. Before either of the others have a chance to respond, Patton continues, “It was like he was a completely different person! Here, let’s go congratulate him!” Virgil and Logan follow Patton down a few crowded hallways, weaving in and out of people talking to other members of the cast.

“Roman!” Patton yells, waving his arms. Virgil catches sight of Roman, stepping out of a set of heavy doors. Behind him, it’s dark, but Virgil can make out a folding table and the edges of black curtains. Backstage. Then, a group of people walk in front of them, and Virgil loses sight of Roman.

Without hesitation, Patton grabs Logan’s hand and begins to shove people aside, muttering a few cheerful ‘Excuse me’s and ‘Sorry’s. Before Virgil has a chance to get a hold of Logan, they’re lost in the crowd.

Well, what the heck do I do now? Virgil wonders, chuckling softly. A hand brushes his arm at the same time a voice says, “Hey. Where are the others?”

After seeing who it is, Virgil laughs and answers, “They went to look for you.” Roman slaps his forehead with his palm, uttering a sound that’s half-sigh, half-laugh. He rises up to his toes, straining to look over people’s heads.

“This same goddamn thing happens every year. You would think we’d learn by now.” Roman looks back down at Virgil, and at the very second he does, Virgil sees Patton pop up above the rest of the crowd. Pointing so Roman will see, Virgil waves his other hand to catch Patton’s attention. It works, and Roman grabs Virgil’s hand, causing his heart to skip a beat.

After a lot of pushing and shoving, the two of them reach Patton and Logan, standing pressed up against the wall next to a chair. So that’s how Patton got so tall all of a sudden. The second Patton sees them, he starts to gush about the performance.

“That was so good, Roman!” Patton exclaims clapping his hands in glee. He bounces on the balls of his feet, a wide smile spread across his face. “We all loved it and we’re so proud of you and it sounded so good and I think Virgil might’ve even been crying—” Virgil blushes when Roman looks at him with a shocked expression—“I’m not sure I couldn’t see through my own tears. But for real it was so good, like, I can’t even believe it was put on by high schoolers—” Logan places a hand on Patton’s shoulder. The action confirms to Virgil that Logan definitely has some sort of crush on Patton; Logan never really touches anyone in any way, with the occasional exception of Virgil.

“Sorry,” Patton says, grinning sheepishly. Roman chuckles and looks at Patton, appreciation covering his face.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you came. All of you.” Roman’s smile at him, although no more than a few seconds, makes butterflies erupt in Virgil’s stomach. He smiles back hesitantly, an intense debate going on in his head.

C’mon, tell him how much you liked it! one side says.

No! He won’t think it’s sincere. He’ll just figure you’re copying Patton, the other says back.

Maybe he will take it seriously! Maybe then you’ll have a better chance with him!

Better chance? You don’t actually like him, do you?

Of course he does! The butterflies, dreams, that’s the only logical conclusion!

Shut up, Virgil interrupts. I’ll tell him good job, but as a friend. Because I don’t like him. He’s still Roman Princeford. Have you all forgotten what happened freshman year? That ends the argument in its tracks. He gathers his courage, a rolling knot of apprehension twisting in his stomach.

“Yeah, it was really good, Roman,” Virgil compliments. “Although, Patton, you didn’t need to freaking snitch on me and how I was crying.” Patton shrugs, like ‘What can you do?’ Virgil chuckles, shaking his head.

“Wait, you were actually crying?” Roman asks. When Virgil turns back to look at Roman, he bursts out laughing at his face. It’s filled with complete and utter shock, eyes wide, mouth in a small, disbelieving ‘o’ shape. It seems so much like a face a cartoon character would make that Virgil can’t control his laughter. “What?”

“Your—Your face—” Virgil manages between wheezes. Roman punches Virgil in the arm.

“Stop. That’s not nice.” His words sound angry, but he’s smiling and his tone — and punch — are light.

“Sorry, sorry,” Virgil says, taking deep breaths to hold the laughter in. “It was just so comically shocked. But yes. I did actually cry. And don’t seem so surprised this time.”

“Honestly, your laugh was more surprising. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that. It’s a nice sound,” Roman admits, his face filled with something that seems awfully close to adoration. But then he blinks, and his smile is just an ordinary, million-dollar, Roman Princeford smile. It wouldn’t matter if he said it with contempt, because the compliment would’ve still sent a flood of warmth through Virgil. His heart is racing, but this time, not out of panic.

Tearing his eyes away from Roman and trying to inconspicuously grit his teeth, which is no easy feat, Virgil thinks, What is going on? It’s just a compliment. It’s not like you have a crush on him or anything.

“Anyway,” Roman starts, addressing the whole group, “I better go find my parents so they can fawn over me like I’m next Lin-Manuel Miranda or Leslie Odom Jr.” Upon seeing everyone’s blank looks, his eyes widen and he says, “Hamilton stars? Only some of the best singers to ever step foot on Broadway? Voices like goddamn angels who can, for some reason, also rap?” When everyone shakes their head, he sighs. “I swear, you guys must be living under a rock. But anyway, Imma head out. We’ll meet by door 10 at, say, 9:00, for the sleepover?”

Patton and Logan nod their heads and immediately start talking to each other, Patton’s hands moving animatedly.

“Sleepover?” Virgil asks.

“Yeah, Patton and I have a tradition where after every show or any big event with one of our activities, we have a sleepover. Even if it went terribly. He didn’t tell you?” Virgil shakes his head. Roman smiles and continues, “Well, you won’t want to miss it. Door 10 at 9, got it?” Once Virgil gives him confirmation, Roman turns and disappears into the crowd.

Virgil stares after him, a strange feeling welling up inside him. And this time, when the possibility of a crush comes up in his thoughts, he doesn’t dismiss it immediately.

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Virgil sits against Roman’s wall, an excessive amount of pillows behind his back, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, a comparison that Patton has already, unfortunately, made.

“I still cannot comprehend how you possibly require this immense amount of pillows,” Logan persists. He can’t stop marveling over how many pillows Roman has on his bed. It’s about the 4th time he’s mentioned it.

“Logan, dude, just let it go,” Virgil chuckles, throwing the stuffed bear next to him. It hits Logan, who’s sitting on the floor, square in the side of his head. He opens his mouth to protest, but Roman interrupts him.

“Hey, don’t throw King Snuffles. He doesn’t deserve this abuse.” Roman leans over to pick the bear off the floor. Cradling it in his arms, he glares at Virgil.

“You named your bear King Snuffles?” Virgil questions, not all that surprised. Roman gasps and fakes being offended.

“Yes,” he replies, his voice scandalized. “And what the hell of it?” Virgil puts his hands up in surrender.

“Woah. Nothing, I guess, if you’re going to get so defensive about it.” He pulls the blanket, which fell down when he put up his hands, back around him. There’s too much on his head, so it falls in front of his face. Before he can reach up to push it up, a hand does it for him. Roman smiles at him, patting his head after setting the blanket there. Virgil rolls his eyes.

He hopes the yellow-orange LED lights and the shadows from the blanket hide the blush creeping across his cheeks.

“I’m hungry so I’m gonna head and get snacks,” Roman announces, turning and sling his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Patton bolts to his feet.

“No, no, I’ll do it,” he says, clearly up to something. “And Logan will come with me.”

“Well, actually—” Logan begins. Patton elbows him, and he changes course. “I guess I’m going with.” On their way out, Patton gives Roman an exaggerated wink. Roman, in lieu of a response, gives him an exasperated, I’m-so-done kind of look. Virgil can’t say for sure, but when Roman looks back at him, he thinks Roman’s blushing.

“So…” Roman starts, biting his lip and fidgeting with his fingers. Virgil’s never seen him look this unsure. He’s used to a confident, brash, slightly egotistical Roman. To his surprise, he almost prefers this side of Roman.

Virgil must lose his mind for a little, because he’s definitely not acting like himself when he suggests, “Pillow fight?” and right after, grabs a pillow and flings it at Roman, whacking him in the face.

A borderline-evil smile appears on Romans face as he says, “Oh, you’re on.” Virgil’s senses pick that exact moment to come back, but he can’t take it back now. So he does the only thing he can do: slings the pillow again. Chaos erupts, and a Virgil verse Roman pillow fight begins.

As he throws and gets hit by pillows, Virgil laughs and yells, heart pounding, breathing in quick bursts, but this feels better than panic attacks. Happiness. It’s something Virgil doesn’t feel a whole lot since he spends most of his life stuck in a state of anxiety. It’s nice to be happy again.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the pillow coming towards him until it slaps him in the face. Virgil falls backwards, head landing, conveniently, on a pillow. He sits up and hits Roman with it, and they’re at it again.

When Roman starts to fall off the bed, Virgil starts to laugh. But then he realizes that somehow, they’d gotten tangled in a blanket, and if Roman is going down, Virgil will too. Shrieking in surprise, Virgil instinctively closes his eyes as he’s yanked off the bed. A pillow hits the back of his head once he’s landed. He laughs and opens his eyes to see Roman directly under him. There’s no doubt about it now; Roman is definitely blushing. For that matter, so is Virgil.

There’s also no way Virgil can deny his crush anymore. But that doesn’t mean he has to deal with it, right? ...Right...

Desperate to put an end to the awkwardness, Virgil stands and offers his hand to Roman. He takes it and pulls himself to his feet. They make eye contact for a second before Virgil looks down at his hands. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d kissed him.

Nope, nope, nope. Not gonna think about that. Don’t have to deal with that, remember?

“I, uh, wonder what’s taking Patton and Logan so long with the snacks,” Roman finally says, breaking the tense silence. Virgil wants to sigh in relief.

Instead, he simply responds, “I’m not sure. Let’s go see.” They walk to the landing of the stairs. Strangely, there isn’t any sound coming from the kitchen. After walking down the first few steps, Virgil can see into the room. What he sees should come as a surprise, but it really doesn’t.

Apparently, trying to set up Roman and Virgil wasn’t the only reason why Patton wanted Logan to come with. Logan is pressed up against the counter, hand wrapped around Patton’s waist as they kiss. Patton’s palms hold Logan’s face, tilting it down to account for the inches Logan has on him.

Roman, standing right behind Virgil, mutters, “Okay. Okay then.” Virgil starts to laugh but forces himself to stop so Logan or Patton don’t hear. Carefully, they creep back to the bedroom, letting them have their moment.

“So how long do you think that’s been going on for?” Roman asks once they’re back sitting on his bed, Virgil back to being wrapped up in his blanket cocoon again.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Virgil admits. “I kinda figured Logan had a crush on Patton, but I didn’t think they would actually get together, at least not this soon.”

“Yeah ever since their chemistry project, Patton's been crushing on Logan hard. He doesn’t shut up about it. Apparently,” Roman says, leaning in conspiratorially, “they’ve been talking a lot. Patton’s been so tired lately cuz they’re up til, like, 1 AM, video chatting.”

“That is news to me.” Virgil pauses, staring at the door. The two of them sit in silence for a while — comfortable silence — just waiting for Patton and Logan to reappear with the snacks they were supposed to be bringing. After about 10 more minutes, Virgil turns to Roman and asks, “Do you think I should call them up? They’ve been down there for an awful long time.”

“Yeah. The last thing I want is for them to have sex on my kitchen counter.” Virgil winces at the image that appears in his head at the words.

After Roman yells down to Logan and Patton, Virgil says, “Oh, god. Please never say anything like that again. I do not need that image in my head.” Roman laughs.

“An image of what?” Patton asks, walking in the room with Logan not far behind. Thankfully, they had the decency to pretend like they weren’t just making out. But Patton didn’t have so much decency to pretend like he hadn’t been eavesdropping on their conversation. They drop a few Halloween-size, assorted candy bulk bags and two big bowls of popcorn on the bed.

“Nothing,” Virgil answers, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. “Ooh, Sour Patch Kids.” He grabs four individual bags of them and drops them in his lap.

“Jeez, hungry much?” Roman teases. Virgil flips him off and takes another handful of popcorn. Roman tries to sneakily grab a handful of mini bars from the bag of chocolate-based candy, but Virgil notices.

“Jeez, hypocritical much?” he quips, smirking.

“Oh, fuck off,” Roman responds, sticking his tongue out like a little kid. Virgil sticks his out right back. Patton, who, unsurprisingly, hates swearing, quickly attempts to change the subject.

“Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play Two Truths, One Lie! Then we can get to know each other better!” he suggests. The rest of them agree, and Patton goes first. They take turns, occasionally sharing stories and facts about themselves. And when they get bored of Two Truths, One Lie, they switch to Truth or Dare, and Virgil has to eat a spoonful of mayo.

Patton’s the first to fall asleep. Not long after, around 2 AM, Roman and Logan follow. Virgil sits wrapped in his blanket cocoon in the darkened bedroom. He stares out the window at the dim stars, thinking about how lucky he is. He has three great friends who he can make memories and laugh with.

He turns to look at Roman, asleep on the bed beside him.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “for surprising me.”

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #prinxiety #logicality #sanders sides #high school au #fanfiction #fanfic #one day...

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH16

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warning: NSFW

WC: 4065

SERIES MASTERLIST

At first, Dean had wanted her to leave her car at the Roadhouse but she’s not going to make the same mistake again. Not having a car to get away, that is. Not that she wants to but she’d rather be safe than sorry.

She wants to call Linda, ask her about Meg but it’s way past 3AM, she doubts that Linda is awake or would be happy for her to call and wake her up. So she kind of pushes it aside, making a mental note to call Linda first thing in the morning. Has to try to find a way to do it.

Oh my god.

The thought just hits her now. She’s going to sleep at his place. Again. And this time she’s sober too. And he might wanna do things. She’s not entirely opposed to doing those things but still… fuck, they’re gonna spend the night!

They park and take the elevator and Dean’s trying to be good, she knows because he can’t stop himself from not touching her. It’s those subtle little touches, on the small of her back, on her hips, her arm, fingers brushing against her cheeks, and they’re good. So good but also it’s pure torture it’s what it is.

She stands back and lets him unlock his door.

“You hungry?” He asks, as he pushes in. Hands flying to the light switch. And she takes off her jacket. Dean had taken off his suit jacket before they drove off, his sleeves folded back over his forearms.

She takes off her shoes while he unlaces his. They’re there in their socked feet and it feels very… normal?

She shakes her head no at his question, “Are you?”

He stands up and pins her to the wall, slides a knee between her thighs and his tongue between her lips.

It builds up so fast too, her hands claws at the back of his neck, her cunt grinds against his clothed thigh.

He breaks for air, because that’s what it is between them. They can never catch a breath. “Could eat you alive.”

Dean picks her up all of a sudden, throws her over his shoulder and she shrieks and laughs. He walks her over to the couch, drops her down before sitting down himself, pats his thighs, “Come here,”

She goes in willingly. Of course she does. Drapes her legs over his, her skirt rides up but honestly, she doesn’t even care anymore.

He hugs her around her waist, presses his lips to her neck, sucks at the place where he left a mark this morning which she didn’t care to hide. She was aware of the people staring when her shift starts and kind of blushes a little at the thought that they all now know where she got it from. Whom she got it from.

She grinds down on his bulge, actually wants to keep it classy, and doesn't want to come across as needy when that’s all she is right now. She’s a mess, held together by the grinding of her pussy on his clothed dick. Thin layers of fabric separates them.

Dean leans back when he’s satisfied with his work on her throat, looks up at her, his eyes dark and it’s really as if he wasn't lying to her. As if he indeed could eat her alive if she’d only let him.

His one hand is on her hip helps her grind herself on him, his other hand pinches at her nipple through her top and bra and she arches her back at that.

He sneaks the hand that’s still on her hip further down past her bunched up skirt, until he’s kneading at her ass cheek.

“God, your ass,” He starts to say but doesn't get any further, instead he spanks it and then she feels both of his hands on her bottom.

Y/N yelps up a little, it’s a good kind of hurt but not nearly enough to still the want in her.

“Do you like to be spanked?” His voice is deep and dark and he’s panting.

“Uh-huh,” She nods, leans down to kiss him and she breathes into his mouth.

“Yeah?” He grins into the kiss.

“Yeah.” Wow, she can form words. “Again. Harder.” Words but not whole phrases, apparently.

He chuckles at that. And she sits up again, looks down to see him watching her. “Harder?”

Before she could say yes, he brings both his hands down on her ass and it stings, fuck does it sting. He kneads her cheeks then, helping her grind. Helping her reach her climax and shit, she’s close.

“More,” She probably sounds desperate, she doesn’t care.

Dean raises an eyebrow, “More?”

“Ye—” She can’t finish the word, feels the impact of the sting.

He spanks her twice more, hard and fast.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He says, his hands kneading her ass.

“Shit,”

“Come baby, come for me.” He has one hand inside her shirt now, his finger twists at her nipple, and that’s it, she comes with a moan and her legs start to shake.

She buries her face in the crook of his neck as she writhes above him, Dean has to hold her still until she’s down from her high.

Pushing herself upright again, she looks at him, her head’s still spinning. “Oh my god,”

“Fucking amazing, is what you are.” Dean smiles and pulls her down by her neck, kisses her hard, dirty and so fucking sloppy. It’s the hottest thing.

She has to break up for air, resting her forehead at his throat. “I think I wet your pants.”

Dean laughs at that, stands up with her still wrapped around his body and walks over to his bedroom. He drops her on the bed. And it’s only now that he sees the dark patch with her slick and cream. She blushes because it’s really embarrassing.

He sees that she’s uncomfortable, pushes his finger underneath her chin and makes her look up at him. “Hey, look at me,” He waits until her eyes focus on him. “Don’t worry about it alright? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She nods and he pecks her lips before he proceeds to take off his shirt. He turns to her as his hands work on his belt buckle. “You wanna take a bath with me?”

“A what?”

“You heard me.” He laughs.

“I never thought you’d be a bath person.”

“I’m not but I just feel like taking one with you.” He drops his pants, takes the belt out from the loops and throws his pants into the hamper along with his shirt. “Come on, you can start the bath, Imma go see what the cat needs.” He signals to the bathroom with a jerk of his head before he walks out of the room.

“It has a name, you know?” She calls out to him and he sighs. She knows that he’s rolling his eyes.

Y/N slips into the bathroom, leaves the door to the bedroom open. She takes a look in the mirror by the sink. She truly looks like she’s been fucked.

Ignoring her reflection, she walks to the bathtub in the back and turns on the faucets. There’s a bottle of bubble bath sitting at the edge so she pours some of it inside. It’s a big tub, could probably fit six of her inside.

She walks back over to the sink, puts her hair up in a bun, secures it with the tie from around her wrist and cleans the mascara stains from under her eyes.

Looking down, she notices a comb, some beauty products in a little basket. Her brand of deodorant, make up remover, some more hair ties. She turns around, sees the shower, her brand of shampoo, conditioner and bodywash sitting next to his things.

My god.

He must have seen the products she uses in her bathroom and now he went out of his way to get the things for her.

That’s a first.

No guy ever did that for her and she doesn’t know if she should be freaked out by that.

She takes off her shirt, slips her skirt off her hips. There’s no mirror big enough to inspect her rear but she has the feeling that Dean left a mark in the shape of his hands there. Not that she minds.

Taking off her bra, she slips off her panties and they’re sticky wet with a tear at the seam. Ruined another pair, didn’t she? Should maybe pack another pair next time.

There’s a trail of her clothes along the way from the sink to the tub because that’s just how she is. She noticed that Dean’s very clean and neat. And she’s just… less neat. She rather clean up after but she needs that state of chaos because she already has to keep every aspect of her life in order.

Dean comes in when she’s already in the tub, the water slowly climbing up. She didn’t notice him with her eyes closed, as she’s enjoying the warmth.

“Move, sweetheart,” he says with an amused look.

“No.” She grins and holy shit, it hit her then that Dean’s naked. She doesn’t dare to look, thinks she’s probably all shades of red so she just tilts her head down and looks at the bubbles in her bath but still dares to mumble, “It’s my turn to be the big spoon.”

“Jesus,” Dean sighs and she knows that he must be rolling his eyes, can hear it in the tone of his voice. But he doesn’t say anything, instead he steps into the warm water, turns off the faucets and leans back between her legs until his head is on her shoulder. “Sometimes, you can be really bratty, you know that, right?”

She hugs him from behind, rubs along his chest, his stomach, doesn’t dare to go down further. “Don’t you like it?”

“Love it,” He says, closing his eyes as he lets her stoke along his body. “This feels good.”

“Hard day?” She massages his head, getting his hair all wet but he doesn’t mind, even closing his eyes.

“You have no idea.”

She kisses his temple, and thinks that he’s right. It feels really good to unwind in the bath after a long night. She’s back on stroking his body absentmindedly, didn’t notice that her hands are now on his thigh, only notices as she feels Dean hitching his breath.

He places his hands on hers, guides her along his thighs and her heart races the closer he gets to his cock. She’s sure that he can feel it beating with his head resting just above her chest.

Dean sits up a little now, and all she can see is a wall of shoulder but she still has her arm around him. Dean Winchester has cute little freckles on his shoulder and back.

She kisses between his shoulder blades. Spread kisses on his back. On a freckle. On a scar.

He jerks when her lips touch a particular scar. “That one is sensitive.”

Y/N kisses it, softer.

“Still feel it when it’s raining,” He adds.

He guides her hand onto his dick, and holy cow he’s really big. She doesn’t think it’ll fit, to be honest. He’s hard and thick, she can fit two hands around him and they still wouldn’t cover the whole of him.

She rests her cheek on his back as she strokes him slowly up and down, twists at the tip when she reaches it, doesn’t know if it feels good but she’s read about it, so she hopes that the magazines she read wasn’t shitting her. Apparently it’s the truth because Dean is biting back a groan. It comes out as a choked cute little sound.

“Fuck,” He says, his eyes fly open. “That’s a bad idea.” The voice makes his back vibrate under her cheeks.

“Is it?”

Wow, what a great thing to say to hurt a girl.

“Shit, no, not like that. I mean,” He pauses and there’s a sound he makes in his throat. “Fuck, I mean that I’m so fucking sensitive because I didn’t get myself off for a couple of days and I’d rather not come in the bathtub after a couple of strokes. Because that would be really embarrassing.”

“Oh,” She stops stroking, giggles a little too.

“Come on, let’s get out.” He slips from her grip, stands up and gets out to get the towels, wraps one around himself before she spreads one out for her to step into and wrap her in with.

He carries her into the bedroom, drops her into his bed carelessly, making her laugh before he shuts her up with a kiss. He loosens his towel before he tugs at hers, and it’s the first time that she’s truly naked before him.

Dean sits back on his heels, takes her in and call it instincts but she wants to cover herself up. Her hands are already flying down to protect her modesty but he knows and says, “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

She hesitates but then she lets her hands drop around her.

“Good girl.” He praises, and kisses her, his hands are everywhere at once and she wonders how he does it.

He sucks down her throat, his scruff rough against her skin but she welcomes it, loves how it scratches.

Dean seals his lip around her nipple, nibbles at the peak as his hand strokes her down there. “You’re always so responsive, so fucking wet.”

She hopes it’s a good thing.

“It’s the best.”

How? Did she say that out loud?

He kisses her, his tongue licks into her mouth the same time as he breaches her pussy with two of his fingers, making her yelp out a little into his mouth.

“Shit,” Dean exhales and she kind of knows it’s because she’s tight and he probably imagines pushing his cock in instead of his fingers and honestly, she’s been thinking about it too.

He rests his forehead on her and is panting hard just from fingerfucking her. “You okay?”

Always so considerate. She wonders if that’s in his nature or if it’s because he’s truly afraid to hurt her.

“Yeah,” She chokes out as his fingers twist inside of her.

“Good, I’ll try three, alright? Can you take that, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” She nods.

He pushes a third finger alongside the two and she moans out loud.

“Fuck,” Y/N grits her teeth.

“Okay?” He asks,

“Uh-huh,” She nods, “Just so… full.”

“Jesus, you feel so good around my fingers.” He’s breathing so hard.

The sound of his fingers inside her, of the wetness around her when he moves his hand just right — it’s loud and obscene. And very very embarrassing.

He curves his fingers, makes her fist one hand in the sheets and she clasps the other hand over her mouth.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. I wanna hear everything.”

Okay, hands off face, noted. She’s so fucking far gone.

“Shitshitshit,” She shouts, because there’s a pressure building in the pit of her stomach. Her walls flutter around his fingers and the wet sound gets even louder. “Too much. Dean, too much.”

“Come on, baby.”

“It’s too much. Fuck…Dean!” Her whole body shakes. “I feel like I need to pee.” The feeling in her stomach grows, it’s like someone is squeezing her guts. She’s never felt anything like it before in her life.

“No, no, keep going. Let yourself fall, baby. I got you.” He’s panting hard as he fucks his finger into her as if his life depends on it.

And she did what she was told, let herself fall, that is, because there was no way she could have turned back anymore, was dancing dangerously on the edge.

She comes with his name on her lips and then there’s just nothing. She sees fucking stars and then everything went white.

Opening her eyes again, she sees Dean hovering above her, his nose almost touching hers and he has his lips curved into a grin. She can feel that she’s embarrassingly wet down there where Dean is still rubbing her clit lazily soft.

“Oh my god, what was that?” She asks, too out of breath but her head’s light and there’s a feeling of happiness cursing through her body.

He chuckles, kisses her softly once then twice. “You just kinda squirted all over my bed.”

“I didn’t.”

There’s no way she did. She’s never squirted before, thinks it’s a myth.

“Duh,” Dean holds out his hand for her to look at. It’s dripping wet.

She feels her cheek burning up, clasps both hands over her face, and wants for the ground to open up and swallow her. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, look at me.”

When she takes her hand from her face, she sees Dean sucking on his fingers, like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. It’s like yesterday when he went down on her because he really enjoyed it, and it’s weird, isn’t it? He got nothing in return and like now too. It’s as if he doesn’t mind it at all.

He smiles, “Stop apologizing. It’s the hottest thing, I swear.” His hands are back at rubbing her down there, making her jump a little because she’s grown sensitive from two orgasms. And then he tucks at the towel beneath her. “Good thing the towel was here. But I think I need to go get some plastic cover for the mattress. You’re messy, even without squirting. Which—“

He kisses her nose. “—is amazing. Fuck, baby.”

Dean gets on his knees, his hand scoops up her wetness between her legs and strokes his cock with it. She can see that it’s leaking a clear liquid, the tip of it a shade of angry red and all of a sudden, she feels so empty inside, needs something to fill her up.

She’s wriggling, there’s an unrest in her, a need she never experienced before.

He kneels between her thighs, rubs his lengths between her pussy lips. His breathing is strained and there are deep noises coming from his throat.

“Not enough,” She whines and moves her hips. His dick is coated in her slick. It’s good. Perfect. But not nearly enough.

Dean’s gaze is intense. He watches his cock rubbing against her pussy, almost slipping in when the head of it catches her rim.

“Please,” Y/N says, she knows that she sounds desperate but she doesn’t care because all she cares about is to be filled, to still the emptiness inside of her pussy.

“..Dean.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

Oh, he’s going there, isn’t he? He’s really a little shit and he knows.

“Your cock.”

His hands are on her legs, spreading her more and moves closer. “And where do you want it?”

He rests his cock at her entrance and, being the little shit that he is, doesn’t move. “I know what you want, baby. I just need to hear you say it.”

She rolls her eyes, moves her hips, trying to somehow get him inside but he holds her legs firm.

“Shit. I need your cock in my pussy, ple—“ The air’s punched out of her chest has his dick breaches her.

He works in slowly, pulling out, sinking in, a little more every time.

“Fuck.” She says as he works in the last couple of inches.

And there’s the thought of a condom, of course there is, but she’s overwhelmed and she knows that Dean’s probably thinking the same too, but she trusts him and oh god, since when is she so naive.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Dean grits his teeth and there’s one hand that leaves her leg to rub at her clit. It should work as a distraction to make her feel pleasure while he fills her up and it helps. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” She swallows, “yeah.”

He nods before he bites his lips, works the rest in and oh fuck, he’s so fucking deep.

Dean leans down, both elbows on either side of her head as he kisses her. She rests her legs on his lower back.

He doesn’t move, stays still while he plasters her face with kisses. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. So full.”

He chuckles, and then his breathing picks up, so much that he has to lower down his forehead on her shoulder as a way to calm himself she guesses.

“You okay?” It’s her turn to ask.

“Yeah,” He exhales. “You feel so good, Jesus Christ! It takes everything in me not to lose myself right now.”

She kisses his cheek. Waits a few minutes until she feels impatient. “Can you please, please move! You’re killing me.”

“God, such a brat.” He says in a playful voice and begins to move and has to stop for a breather after two pumps. “God dammit, you’re amazing.” He kisses her, his tongue dances in her mouth and now she feels full on both ends.

He fucks her, slow and deep and while every push hits her so good, she wants him to move more, to truly fuck her.

“More, Dean.” She whispers, “Please. Harder.” Her brain’s incapable of forming phrases apparently.

“I can go a little harder but I won’t go all the way.” He pushes himself up on his hands but still hovers above her.

“Because I’m tight?”

“That too, yeah.” He says, his hips moving a little faster, it’s not as deep anymore but harder, thankfully. “Go on, touch yourself.”

She sneaks a hand in between their bodies, rubs at her clit while he fucks her and Dean’s right. It feels fucking amazing and it doesn’t take long for her to get to that edge again.

“Shit, you just got tighter.” He kisses her once before he pushes up in his hands again, he wants to still be close to her, she knows it. “Come on, come for me, baby.”

Y/N’s not usually the one who likes to be bossed around by men but holy shit the way he says it in his deep voice gets her. She comes with a moan, she thinks her eyes crossed at the pressure and it just got a lot wetter down there.

“Holy—” Dean sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. Fucks her a little harder than before but she knows that he could go harder if he wants to. “Quick, where do you want me to come.”

She hasn’t thought about it but she knows that she doesn’t want him to pull out at all. Not now, not ever. Feels perfect when he’s inside of her, wants him to stay like this.

So she says a thing only naive and dumb people would say. “Want you to come in me, to fill me up.”

“Jesus fuc—” He slumps down, teeth biting into her shoulder and he’s heavy on top of her but it feels good. She feels safe with him.

He’s panting, and she hugs him, buries her face in his chest, smells him. Fresh soap and sweat. He tilts his head to look at her. “You can’t say shit like that when I try to be good.” It makes her laugh. And he adds in the next breath, “‘M sorry, should have pulled out. I get checked regularly. I’m clean, if it helps.”

She grins and kisses him. She never had a doubt about him and it should scare her, she knows, because she basically puts all her trust into one man. One Dean Winchester, the one she should be keeping an eye on (which she basically does). “I’m on birth control, if it helps to calm you down.”

“Wouldn’t mind if you weren’t.” He shrugs and kisses her.

She snorts out a laugh because she’s sure that he means it as a joke.

He kisses her forehead before he pulls out with a squelch. She cringes her nose at the noise and whines at the empty feeling.

Dean walks into the bathroom, comes out with a wet cloth and stops short before the bed, his gaze is on hers and it’s intense. She feels exposed and wants to bring her knees together when he speaks, “No, don’t. You’re beautiful. Can I take a picture now?” He get back on the bed, grinning cockily, “Make it my home screen?”

CH17

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snusbandxknifewife · 4 years

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Could you do a oneshot where Vivi forces Jude and Taryn to wear revealing outfits and Madoc decides he’s joining them. This is an after QON Headcanon. Of an overprotective daddy Madoc giving dead glares to anyone to anyone who approaches his twin daughters

I know it’s been a few days but I promise I didn’t forget! Also imma just warn you here and now this is CURSED. (Also I just realized you said headcanon. I wrote it as a fic I hope that’s ok)

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Daddy Daughter Dance

Three years of exile and the unwavering support of his wife had hardly softened Madoc to the mortal world. He found mortals to be dirty and unstable, far too lowly to interact with his family.

Vivienne Duarte thought it was absolutely hilarious and, while she might not always agree with what her sister does, she thought that banishing Madoc had been some of Jude finest work. She couldn’t have thought of a better way to pull the rug out from under her faerie father’s feet, and it filled her with pride at how masterfully her sister had dealt with dear old dad.

Still, having her father perpetually around was starting to annoy Vivi. He got bored and decided that the best thing to do would always be to go knocking on his eldest daughter’s door, asking her what was up and how she was doing. She was starting to go insane, and she desperately needed an out.

Then, as she was sitting at the dinner table during one of Madoc’s forced family meals, when Taryn longingly mentioned wanting a night off from the baby, she had a spark of an idea.

Taryn had showed up with Ghost and her toddler, a darling little girl named Ellanora. Jude had finally relented and agreed to come along for supper, Cardan naturally right behind her. Heather was being her absurdly supportive self, Oak had finally reached the point of his life where he was prone to teenage mood swings and he was hiding in his room, Oriana looked like she was fraying at the edges.

“Ladies,” she brightly began, her wicked smile spreading from ear to ear, “I believe it has been far too long since we had a night out on the town!”

“We’ve never had a night out on the town,” Jude pointed out, a brow raised at the ton her sister was taking.

“Then surely it’s been too long!” Vivi shot back, standing up from her chair so quickly that it shot out behind her and slammed into the wall. “Come now, Jude. You know that you and Taryn won’t be able to visit forever! Why not take a night off and celebrate the joys of the mortal world with your loving family?”

Heather hid her laughter by taking a sip of her water. She’d seen this look on Vivi’s face before and she just knew that chaos was waiting in the wings.

Taryn, bouncing her child on her leg, looked over to Ghost. They’d married about six months prior and they were still in the lovey-dovey-heart-eyed stage of love. “I would love to, Vivienne, but Ellanora needs to—“

“Surely Ellanora’s daddy can watch her? This is a girl’s night, after all,” she grinned. “No Cardan, Garret, Madoc, or Oak allowed!”

Jude scowled and Cardan pouted, Taryn blanched and Ghost quirked his head, Oriana pursed her lips and Madoc went thunderous.

Oh this was going to be perfect.

“I don’t think—“

“Oh Jude, come on! You and Taryn won’t be able to hang out with us forever, let loose tonight and have some fun! You already left Elfhame,” Heather swooped in and Vivi could get on one knee and propose right there.

Vivienne gave no chance for anyone else to complain, standing with a sense of finality and moving towards Oriana’s walk-in closet. Oriana was always dressed for a night out and she and Heather both looked bangin’, but Taryn was dressed like a tired mom and Jude was still wearing her practice leathers.

Heather must have been working magic back in the dining room, because by the time she’d picked out outfits for the twins, both were standing behind her. Taryn appeared to be bouncing with excitement, desperate for a night away from the baby. Jude looked perturbed, as she typically was when she was separated from Cardan.

Neither woman complained as they stripped and dressed. Taryn had always loved her fashion and Jude had really come into her own in the past few years, her husband’s doting doing wonders for her confidence.

Still, as they looked in the mirror in Oriana’s closet, Jude raised a brow at her older sister.

Taryn was wearing a high waisted skirt and low-cut shirt combo, heels stolen from Oriana making her calves look gorgeous and her ass pop. Jude was in a slinky dress, just barely hitting her thigh with the back falling open down her spine.

If Jude were a betting woman, she’d say Vivi was trying to make their father have a heart attack.

As they walked out of the closet and towards the front door, they ran into Heather and Oriana, both smiling knowingly. Just as they were about to leave, Madoc walked into the living room.

And his jaw hit the floor.

Of course he was used to the faerie brand of risqué clothing, but mortal clothes are a far cry different. They’re abrasive, choppy, far too high cut and low quality. What the fuck did Vivi think she was doing?

“Bye dad! We’re going to Bare Assets!”

Then the girls were out the door. Off to the closest night club they could get to. Bare Assets was a local strip club with both male and female strippers, a fantastic bar, and a separate dance floor that Vivi and Heather frequented when they wanted to act out.

“What’s Bare Assets?” Madoc screamed back into the dining room, scaring Ghost and Cardan—who had been cooing over Ellanora and trying to get her to eat her broccoli.

“The strip club where Jude and I had our joint bachelor and bachelorette party a few years back,” Cardan nonchalantly offered, almost immediately catching his slip up and clamping his mouth shut.

Unfortunately, Ghost, who was thoroughly distracted by his adopted daughter, didn’t catch the way Madoc’s eyebrow was twitching. “I remember that night! I got on the pole and some random stripper licked my nipples.”

“I don’t think you should say that in front of your kid—“ Cardan started.

“Nipples!” Ellanora, who had recently started imitating words she heard adults say, interrupted. Cardan hid his laughter with a cough; let Ghost explain to Taryn why his daughter was yelling about nipples.

Then, as the front door slammed shut, both men looked back up. Madoc was gone.

They shared a look and (wisely) decided to stay with Ellanora.

Vivi had been banking on Madoc following them, just like she’d been banking on him getting lost long enough to give them time to do a shot or two each. This was a woman who had nearly two decades put into annoying her father: she was an absolute expert.

They were dancing when she heard a scream by the front door and she started grinning like a madwoman. In the back, where the DJ was blasting dubstep and the dance floor was a living thing, she knew they had a few minutes left before Madoc would be able to fight his way through the strippers and past the bar.

Oriana was busy learning how to do the robot from Heather while Taryn and Jude jumped around to the best of the music. It made Vivi happy how the twins had reconciled over the past few years. It was nice seeing them get along in ways they never really had before.

When a hand clapped on her shoulder, she wasn’t surprised at all. She turned with a wicked grin and cane face-to-chest with her furious father. She was just about to say something snarky when her father bellowed, his voice vastly overpowering the music.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST PUT IN MY DAUGHTER’S DRINK?”

Vivi sounds around, her eyes catching on the plastic cup in Taryn’s hand that she’d previously missed. Just beyond the drink was a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, a small plastic bag held in his shaking hand.

Taryn looked down at her drink and realized this stranger had been trying to drug her and absolutely no one had noticed. The environment must’ve been too loud and unfamiliar for Jude to see, Oriana would’ve never noticed, Vivi was too far away.

Her lip curled in disgust and she threw the contents of her roofied drink all over her would-be drugger, grabbing her twin to keep her from gutting the bastard and moving over to where Madoc was fuming.

Vivi was shaking and Heather was trying to explain what just happened to a very confused Oriana. Jude was quickly checking all the exits and making mental notes of everyone’s face, the nightclub now a battleground.

“How dare you?” Madoc spin Vivienne back around as he roared. “How could you put your sisters at risk? You know how dangerous it is for them!”

Vivienne hadn’t even thought, she’d been so busy trying to irk her father that she hadn’t even considered Jude and Taryn weren’t raised here, they wouldn’t know to cover their drinks. The mortal world would be just as dangerous for them, only in different ways.

Madoc went to scream some more at his eldest daughter, but Taryn stopped him with a gentle hand to his wrist. She was always the best at getting him to smile and calm down.

“It’s okay, dad. We’re safe, it wasn’t Vivi’s fault.”

She goes to say something else, but a bouncer works his way through the crowd before she can, thanking Madoc for his help and telling him they’d caught the man and kicked him out. When the bouncer offers to let Madoc drink on the house, Taryn pipes up and accepts for him.

“Taryn I don’t think—“

“Oh come on, dad! You can’t spend your whole life hating everything mortal,” she announced as she rolled her eyes. “Let us help acclimate you while we still can.”

“With you and Jude glowering at everyone, we won’t have to worry about anyone bothering us,” Oriana observes with a small smile as she walks over to her husband’s other side.

Before Madoc can say anything else, he has some terrible cocktail in his hand and he’s surrounded by all the women in his life as they do the robot. (Jude would’ve preferred to keep bouncing up and down, but Oriana was insistent.)

So Madoc spends the rest of the night drinking and eventually dancing in a den of mortals, watching over his daughters and glaring menacingly at anyone who even thinks about looking at them. Oriana started stealing his drinks and Heather and Vivi disappeared into the bathroom, Jude and Taryn watched in fascination as a stripper insisted on teaching Madoc to twerk, and none of them had to worry about checking their drinks again.

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Am I sorry about writing a fic where Madoc twerks? Yes. Also I specified the strip club because ya bitch is writing a bachelor/bachelorette party fic at the strip club and yes Ghost gets his nipples licked by a stripper I’m also sorry about that one.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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What The Stark Spangled F**k?

One Shot- Finding Rori

Summary: Rori gets a pet. And hilarity/chaos ensues.

Warnings: Bad language words…

A/N: This came to me yesterday and is inspired by my own fairground goldfish, Evans, who is 5 this year. This one fits in the timeline after “Changes”

The Rogers household for once, was reasonably quiet. It was a Saturday afternoon and both Jamie and Aurora were out with Bucky and Sam, leaving Katie and Steve with just Harry (and bump, which was still in the very small, early bump stages being 16 weeks or so). Katie was led on the sofa, Stark squashed alongside her n his back whilst she read a book and Steve was led on the rug with Harry, the pair of them drawing on a large piece of paper using the crayons that Stark hadn’t eaten. The little boy was happily colouring along, grinning and talking to his Dad as he went, occasionally glancing up at Moana which was playing on the TV, sometimes he would start to imitate the singing, causing Katie to glance up and watch him, smiling softly. Out of their 3 born kids, he had without doubt been the easiest one to deal with. He hardly ever cried or made a fuss, never complained, he was such a placid little boy. The pair of them had no idea who he took after as neither of them were known for their patience or calmness really. And frankly, compared to his sister who could be the biggest pain in the ass on the planet, it was a welcome change. Which was why they liked to make time for him on his own as when the other 2 were around, they demanded all the attention, something which Katie hated, and Steve knew was worrying her about when baby number 4 arrived.

But their peace was shattered as the security system alerted them to the fact the gate had been opened by “Bucky Barnes” and Steve glanced up at the clock. It was gone 5, he hadn’t realised it was getting that late in the day. He let out a sigh, and exchanged a look with Katie who had placed her book down in preparation for the onslaught.

“BUCKY…BUCKY!” Steve yelled as Harry grinned, joining in and clapping.

“I told you not to buy her a damned goldfish Bucky!” Steve looked at him, shaking his head

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged “I won her one.”

“Fisheee!” Harry said as he toddled over to Rori to get a closer look.

“That’s…that’s a technicality!” Steve spluttered before he looked at Sam who shook his head.

“I had nothing to do with this man.”

“Don’t lie Uncle Sam.” Jamie said, dropping onto the sofa, Stark licking his face “You helped Rori pick the tank in the pet store.” “Traitor” Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

“You…” Steve pointed at Bucky as he stood up from the rug “Are the biggest jerk ever, you know that?”

Bucky grinned innocently as Rori turned to Katie who examined the fish before she gave a shake of her head and sighed.

“Well it’s hear now so we might as well set the tank up.” And just like that, the Star Spangled Diva once more got her own way, as half an hour or so later, said bastard fish was safely in its new home, the tank sitting on the corner unit in the den where Steve had placed it once it had been filled and the ornaments arranged EXACTLY how Rori wanted them.

“I think we should call it Klaus.” Jamie said.

“What the hell kinda name is that?” Bucky looked at him.

“The fish from American Dad.” Jamie shrugged.

“Ok, ok two things…” Steve looked at Jamie “One, me and your Ma told you that you were far too young to watch that and therefore were not allowed and two, I echo what Buck just said, what the hell kinda name is that?”

“The fish can talk.” Jamie said “And he’s German, used to be a guy until the CIA turned him into a fish and-“ “Ok, just no.” Steve shook his head “The fish is not being called Klaus and if I catch you watching that again, I’m gonna take the plug off your TV” “Oh come on dad, like you didn’t watch shows you weren’t allowed to when you were my age.” Jamie protested and Katie gave a snort.

“Yeah, like TV existed back then…” Sam snorted.

Jamie frowned for a moment before a look of realisation spread across his face “Oh yeah…” “Most Exciting thing we saw was the Wizard of Oz.” Bucky said, nostalgically “Man, Technicolour…what a revelation.” “That’s so whack.” Jamie mumbled.

“Ok, now you’re talking and I’m hearing words but…” Steve shrugged and grinned as Jamie aimed a dig at him which Steve easily dodged. The two began to play spar with one another, their laugher and exclamations getting louder until Rori cut across the noise as she moved her head from where she was looking at the fish in its tank. “I’m going to call her Dori.” she said. Steve stopped what he was doing, which allowed Jamie to land a punch to his arm, which in all fairness was pretty fucking hard.

“I said her name. Imma call her Dori, like in Finding Nemo and Finding Dori…” she shrugged “And it’s like my name…”

“Dori and Rori.” Katie grinned at her daughter “Hey, Finding Rori…gedddit?”

Rori grinned and Hi-Fived her Momma the pair of them laughing whilst Steve and Jamie exchanged a look.

“Nah, I think you should call it Dot.” Bucky said simply. Steve turned to look at him. “What? It’s orangey red…so was her hair…”

“No,it’s Dori” Rori corrected him.

“Dot is better.”

“Dori!”

“Dot!”

“DORI MY FISH, MY NAME UNCLE BUCKY!” Rori stamped her foot. And Katie turned to look at her, a firm expression on her face but it was Steve that issued the warning.

“Aurora enough!” he said sternly “Stop it, and you…” he pointed at Bucky who grinned at him “Stop antagonising her”

“Chaos, confusion…my work here is done…” Bucky grinned, giving Steve a salute. “Same time next week?”

******* It was a few weeks later when disaster struck…

“Steeeeeeve!” Katie’s yell hit his ears and he stiffened slightly, before he put down his mug and hurried out of the kitchen and into the den.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned. She simply pointed to the corner of the room where Dori’s tank sat and he saw the orange fish bobbing on the surface.

Dead

“Oh fuck.” He swallowed. “How did that happen?”

“Well, I’m no expert but I suspect the half disintegrated cookie at the bottom of the tank might be something to do with it.” Katie sighed.

“I told her not to feed it them.” Steve groaned.

“You’re gonna have to go get a new one.” Katie looked at him “Before she gets back because I can’t cope with a diva meltdown Steve, not today.”

“Me?” Steve looked at her

“Yes, you.” Katie said. “I was up all night as you know, I can’t stop puking, I’m tired and you’re not in today and…”

“S’up Punk?” Bucky greeted him.

“Me and you got a mission, a big mission.” Steve said, “Meet me at the Coffee shop in 30.”

“I need one of these” Steve explained, showing the fish to him.

“You need a goldfish, Sir?” “Yeah but it needs to look exactly like this one.” Steve said.

“Think she’ll notice?” Steve asked, looking at Katie.

“Shit…” Katie mumbled, as they both headed into the room.

“Everything ok?”

“Why does Dori have a white spot on her tail?” Rori looked at her mom and dad.

“Where?” Steve frowned.

“There!” She exclaimed, pointing. Steve leaned down to look and there was the tiniest white spot on the tip of the fish’s tail, no bigger than a pin prick.

A little later, once Jamie, Rori and Harry were in bed, Katie and Steve sat down to dinner.

“I can’t believe we pulled it off.” Steve sighed, spearing a piece of broccoli with his fork “I mean, of all the missions we’ve run…”

Katie chuckled, “You know, when I was a kid I had a goldfish. Tony got him for my 8th birthday, called him Flounder, you know after the fish in the little mermaid?”

“Yeah?” Steve looked at her.

Steve paused, his fork raised halfway to his mouth before he gave a groan. “So basically I’ve turned into Tony?”

“There are worse people you could have become.” Katie snorted as Steve shook his head, swallowing his food.

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Steve looked at her “I mean, can you blame me? She’s basically Tony with your looks.”

You little shit.

“5 bucks.” Steve opened the negotiation.

“15.” shot back Jamie.

“10.”

“Deal.” Jamie grinned. “Night dad.” “Yeah, whatever…” Steve grumbled, closing the bedroom door behind him. He stopped dead as he saw Katie looking at him, her hands on her hips.

“Did you seriously just let him do that?” she shook her head.

“Do you wanna deal with a diva tantrum?”

“Steve, he just completely…”

“I know what he did, Doll.” Steve sighed, following her into their room “And for the record, this is on you.” “Me?” she frowned as he reached out, his arms wrapping around her from behind, hands softly cupping her bump. “Yes, because that part of him that just blackmailed me, was 100% Stark.” he said, placing a kiss to her neck.

Katie tilted her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He arched an eyebrow at her and she gave a snort, shaking her head. “Who knew your own daughter would be your downfall.”

“She’s Tony but with your looks.” Steve shrugged “What do you expect?”

“Well…” she mused “You said you’d give him 10 bucks but you didn’t say when. You can point this out to him tomorrow, if he wants it he can have it when he’s tidied his room.” “That’s…sneaky” Steve grinned.

“Fight fire with fire Soldier.” she smirked “You pointed out he’s half Stark…well, I’m 100% Stark, which means I can out Stark him all day long.”

#what the stark spangled fuck #stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x original female character #katie stark

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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End of the year favs.

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

P.S : I CAN’T JUST CHOOSE 10!!

Thank you @kelseaaa for the tag! And @robintora for the ask regarding this! <3

1. Saudade // This fic is one of my favs of all time because it was very unexpected. I remember wanting to write some fluff for the inspo I got from this, but... things took a turn and this fic happen! This one is a top fav as it is one of the most proudest I ever wrote! (TW: death)

2. Imagines (Bryce and Keiki) // It is my first mini series ever, and I enjoyed writing this so soo much! I had a good one trying to expand both Bryce and Keiki’s pov since PB didn’t gave us that! It’s a whole new experience writing for Keiki, but I had lots of fun!

3. Always and Forever // This is my first longest fic I ever wrote, and this idea has been living in my head since before I posted! For me, this theme somehow is painful yet I am glad it came out well imo! I almost cried writing this, and i am very proud of this one. 💖 (TW: death.)

4. New Beginnings (Thomas Mendez x MC) // This is my first MOTY fic, and I am sooo happy on how it turn out! I have a few ideas to expand on this universe, so hopefully it will happen soon! This one hit home for me, the subject of lost has been a huge part-ish in my life and writing it down doesn’t get easier y’know. But, I hope I manage to capture that feeling, and; its just hitting home. Somehow a main reason why this is here. (TW: death)

5. I Will Always Remember You This Way // THIS IS MY FIRST ANGSTY FIC, and I remember how terrified I was before posting this because it was very angsty! I am sooo proud of this one, and its angsty-ness; lol! I love fluff but writing angst gave somehow this sense of satisfaction but, I love this since its one of my earliest angst fics hehe!

6. Glad You Came // REWRITES! I picked this because I enjoyed writing bryce and keiki! I added this scene because I feel like, in the midst of the chaos from that chapter, bryce needed to find some comfort and Keiki is the one who gave it to him. I really loved writing their dynamic and this one, is one of my favs because of it <3

7. The Day We Met // MY FIRST FIC EVER!!! this fic wasn’t my fav in terms of writing but, its the start of it all. I enjoyed writing bryce and casey’s alternative meet-cute! Its those fluffy moments and, its indeed a start of something special. 💙

8. Nepenthe (Lennox Hirata x Bryce Lahela) // This is my first time writing for somebody else’s MC, and... I loved how it turned out!! I enjoyed writing this one because the story behind it, it has those moments that I loved, and it gave me the sense of happiness writing it. It’s also for my amazing friend Alaska, and her encouragement is one of the reasons I loved this one soo much. <3

---- IMMA MAKE IT 10 (HEHE) ------

9. Maututine // Its one of the fics where it hits home, and this is one of them. I took a major memory in my life and place it in this fic, as a way to express myself and I- it hit home. So soo hard. And, fun-fact: I did cry whilst writing this. 👀🥺💖 (TW: mentions of death)

10. The Colours that were Left Behind // I love love lovee writing this one, writing Ryan’s story (OC) was an experience and, I love the song that was used in it! Just, the metaphor of the colours that we left behind or known as our marks in this world, the idea resonates with me and I love bittersweet tales with somewhat a happy ending, it gave that sense of hope that i did leave a mark in people’s life <3 (TW: mentions of death)>

ALL OF MY STORIES, I ENJOYED WRITING THEM BUT, this is my top 10! hehe <3

Tagging: @storyofmychoices , @appiomofchoice , @honourlight , @drethanramslay , @robintora , @baltersome , @agentnolastname , @mvalentine , @eleanorbloom , @lucas-koh , @freckles-spangledvampire , @starrystarrytrouble , @monsoonblooms12 and anyone who wants to do it!

#anotherbeingsworldwrites #end of the year fics tag #favs

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Heyy, thank you for responding! I loved all of it!

We are totally hanging out first! Honestly I don’t understand why we keep putting you with Dylan in the same car, you win at everything. maybe I should switch the cars around and give you Ryan instead? But Brigid+Dylan is 😍 and I need that to happen. Wait imagine we are all in our cars and we just pull up all at the same time to a red light and we roll down the window and just laugh at each other and then we all zoom away. I would absolutely not let Ryan sit up front with me, we would probably start smacking each other and chirping each other and I would lose concentration so imma put him in the back with Braden :) . Quinner can come and hold my hand because he’s gorgeous and I wanna hold his hand. Quinton would be fine, he’s seems like he would be slightly chaotic. Kesh has the most chill car. Like Kirby, Dylan C and Devon are all chill and would just be calmly talking while Kesh is driving.

When we are all together tho, it’s more chaotic. Haha yes the braiding is not going well for Dylan and Jamie they’d be like “How do I do this?” I don’t understand this. Why does this exist lol. Yess I would have to pull over and make them switch with Devon and quinton hehe. They would just be calmly braiding your hair and then Jamie and Dylan would be slightly jealous and pouting in the back. Just a warning I love music so imma play that loud and roll down the windows. Only for a bit tho . Also kesh omg late night drives are so cute. Also imagine all of us in a grocery store, that would be so chaotic. Also why do I feel like Braden, Kirby , Dylan C would pass out for literally the entire drive?

Malt teaser are yummy, but what about sour patch kids orrrrr peanut putter filled M&Ms. Have you ever had those? I always get them if I go to the movies:) Nutella is good too! Imma be Canadian and say have you ever had all dressed ruffles? Nanaimo bars are delish, we can get them in BC ! I’ll buy you poutine brigid. The best is probably in Montreal so when we make a pit stop there I can buy you some!. Also let’s not forget chocolate and healthy foods lo. Carrot sticks anyone?. Also music would be great, imma play like a g6 or promiscuous girl cuz I love that song 😍

Chirp kings unite, this will be the main factor of our vacay lol. Brigid I’m sorry but it has to be done lol. We are gonna chirp you sm. Oooo you putting your hands on his abs, and feeling the muscles. Honestly I would too lol- sorry Quinner. But Dylan Holloway has an amazing body. Ryan and I would chirp you again I’m not gonna lie, but also you straddling jamie would be 🥵. Kesh this is for you, Kirby shirtless, in that photo with him by the lake. I unfortunately have not found Quinner by a lake. Aww kesh I loved the “I didn’t think I needed sunscreen” lmao your entire back is the shade of my blush. They do need sunscreen tho, pale boys.

The boat is a must! All of these activities are so fun, Brigid you would go on the same tube w Dylan?. We would definitely make each other fall. Tanning is a dream sometimes - but while your tanning Jamie and Dylan are looking at you 😏 same w Kirby kesh . I’m not gonna lie drinking on a boat is nice. Some white claws or margaritas lol. Aww one of them holding your waist, some photos are gonna be taken there. Lmao Quinner is gonna be like “I’m gonna get a drink” and leaves and then Ryan sneaks up and pushes me. But not so fast I would grab him real quick and we would both fall in l😂. Awww kesh, I love those little sentences you wrote “oh yeah babe, uh huh babe sorry , but look” that’s adorable that he’s spending time with you.

Drunk Quinner is the best, but I would secretly love that he’s being clingy 🥺. Dylan H seems like the jealous type and probably so is Jamie. But you dancing with them would be soooo cute! They just want be constantly around you. Kesh and Kirby would be slaying.

I’m going to let you have a break from Ryan and I causing chaos, he would actually be helping unlike me and I would just be watching Dylan h become jealous that Jamie is w you lol. But I do want a friendship w him too lol . Awww yes him pulling on your braids 🥺 my smart girl is adorable same with “my smart boy”

Haha ya, my mom refuses to let me have a one piece, so all I have are bikinis lol. That’s good brigid, we all have hot bodies hehe. #hotgirlsummer.

I wanna go shopping w you and kesh soooo bad. It would be so fun!! Vacay clothes are cute. We should all a little black dress and take everyone’s breath away lol. Oo ya Dylan and Jamie admiring you in your hit lbd or clubbing clothes 😏. Same w kesh, Kirby would be amazed like how did he get such a gorgeous girl?. I love stealing clothes - from my bro and friend . so I am on board with wearing the guys clothing lol . They would be comfyyyyyy.

Kk I’ll get you a Holloway and Drysdale jersey l!! And a Kirby and cozzy jersey ! Get ready for some gifts :)

Wow this was long.

Ok kesh what’s your favourite cake flavour?

Xo ly

Lexiiiiiiiii

ok yes, first of all i love all of this 💖

so ig it’s been decided that dylan and i are in the same car so we can dominate once again lol. and then jamie and quinton are there too and then jamie and dyl are just trying to talk over each other to have a convo with me, so then i start ignoring them and talk to quinton instead hehe. omg yes if we all pull up at a red light at the same time, i’m that one person who just keeps inching forward when someone rolls up next to them and then as soon as the light turns green i’m gone lmao. so esp if it was you guys i would be being extra competitive. haha yes banish ryan to the back with braden so he doesn’t make you crash the car bc we’re too broke to pay for rental car damages. and then quinner gets to sit in the front with you and hold your hand 🥺 and then kesh is just vibing in her car and then i feel like they would all get distracted and decide to go sight-seeing and forget about the race lol

haha yes when we’re all in the car together it will be so chaotic. and then jamie and dyl are both trying to braid and they can’t and they’re getting frustrated bc my hair is just in knots and they’re just like why is this even a thing? why do people actually want to do this? and then thankfully you pull over to save my hair and then devon or quinton has to fix it. and then jamie and dyl are just pouting about it and you and ryan start chirping them about it lol. and yes please play your music as loud as you want. i love having the windows down and just blasting music super loud esp when you’re on the highway. and then somehow kirby, dylan c, and braden are just asleep in the back? even tho the music is so loud lmao. definitely have to play like a g6 for the boys lol. awwww yes a late night drive would be so fun. idk why i just love driving in the dark

omg all of us in the grocery store together is literally the worst idea ever. like it would be so chaotic, all of us would be running around the store looking for whatever food we wanted. and we would not get like any healthy food, it would all be junk food, which would be horrible for all of us athletes lmao. and then in the end the cart would be overflowing and half the boys would come running up to us with more food they wanted and then the cash register would just be like wtf why do you need sm food. but we would end up eating it all by the end of our trip bc we all eat so much

omg sour patch kids, resees and peanut butter m&ms are like my three favorite candies so we would have to stock up for the drive. i just looked up all dressed ruffles and now i literally want to try them so bad. but we would have to have so many bags bc we all eat so much lol. and then yes i love dark chocolate, so bring any kind of dark chocolate. and then we have to be at least a little bit healthy and bring like carrots and peanut butter or something. and then making pit stops to get nainaimo bars and poutine bc i want to try both those things lol

hehe yes you and ryan would be chirping me the entire time, but it’s all good i still love you guys. somehow kesh and kirby are escaping your guys’ chirping. haha wow lexi ok i see you. quinner would be very jealous rn. but yes i would be feeling dyl’s muscles while we were on the jet ski. and then i have to straddle jamie 😏 it’s just to put aloe vera on. obviously. hehe yes all of their lake pics are so good. it’s ok that you couldn’t find one for quinner, i can’t find one for jamie either. haha yes they all are convinced they don’t need sunscreen and we’re just like sure....

yes, boats are so fun! haha maybe i’d share a tube with dyl, or maybe i’d go with jamie and make dyl jealous lol. either way someone would definitely try to flip us out of the tube lol. hehe while we’re tanning the guys will just be looking at us 😏 but then we would also all be sitting on the railing drinking and then you and quinner both finish your drinks so he goes to get you guys new ones and then ryan pushes you in lmao. but then you would pull him in with you to get payback lol. and i would just being chilling on the railing with my white claw dying of laughter

omg drunk quinner and lexi would be so cute together😍 like obviously you guys are always cute, but when he’s being all clingy and following you around that’s adorable. and he would do whatever you want bc he’s drunk lol. hehe dylan and jamie getting jealous whenever i dance with the other one. sorry guys, got to spread the love equally lol. and then kirby and kesh just being couple goals

haha yes so when we’re in the escape room ryan actually decides to help instead of causing chaos for once. so then you just go and chill with dylan and start becoming closer friends with him bc you guys hadn’t talked that much before we got to the escape room. and then you notice him getting jealous of me and jamie so then you chirp him about it lmao. and then i’m just helping jamie in the corner 🥺 and don’t even realize what’s going on lol

lexi i’m so jealous, my mom could never. we love a body positive queen. but we would all look hot in our swimsuits #hotgirlsummer. hehe we could go shopping together to get our suits when we’re getting other clothes too. and then we have to get cute vacay clothes so i’m not wearing athletic clothes like i do literally every day lmao. and then we would all get lbd and other cute clubbing clothes and the guys would just be in awe. like they would all be admiring us and maybe getting a little to handsy lol and then we’re like stop it we haven’t even left yet. but then once we get back we just steal some of their clothes bc they’re comfy and then keep wearing them for the rest of vacay lol.

ooooh ok i actually want to answer the cake question. my mom makes really good chocolate cake with cherry frosting that’s amazing, or i also like chocolate cake with like orange frosting. in case you couldn’t tell i really like the chocolate-cherry combo lol. what about you guys?

ily too 💖

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Soul Seer, Pt. 9

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Only loads of angst

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

The constant rumble of heavy machinery and the army of workers on the streets never stopped. The organized chaos of the recovery churned on around you as you walked between two of Fury’s men, a few government officials, and Steve Rogers. The destruction from the street, even after several days of clean up, looked nearly insurmountable.

As the group passed pile of rubble, bulldozed against what was once a Post Office, the dark brownish-red smear across a chunk of concrete captured your eye. You’d seen dried blood, lots of it. Your dad and uncles hunted every season. But that wasn’t the dried blood of an elk. Someone died against that broken piece of building. You knew because it was far more than anyone could lose and live.

“Y/N,” Steve’s hand rested against your back, his voice low. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, a bit numbly. “I’m fine.”

He knew it was a lie, but allowed it rest. Instead, Steve just stood a little closer and kept talking. The group discussed the recovery of alien technology, inspected the work being done. Fury insisted you attend, arguing you were the most reliable and direct link for Loki to the outside world. Now you understood.

Fury meant for you to feel the damage and destruction the people of the city felt at the hands of the invading army.

I worked. You felt ill. Being up in the Tower, above the wreckage, isolated from the damage, it’d been easier to focus on the power behind the attack. It’d been easier to focus on Loki as a victim of the Mind Stone and not see the death caused by his attack.

Your group passed a chain link fence blocking off the damaged side of the street from the safe side. Hundreds of photos were attached to it, people still missing or dead. Some people laid flowers. Others strung up balloons. People stared, eyes full of exhaustion and pain.

Their minds battered against you like a storm. Dark sorrow crashed over you like unsettled seas, while flares of anger and fury crashed like lightening. Confusion and worry blew you about. You fought to raise mental walls, but it was all too much. Tears burned your eyes.

Stepping even closer to Steve, your hand slipped into the crook of his arm. He looked down, concerned. “You okay?”

“No.” You whispered, turning closer to him. “Too much. There’s too many, it’s too strong, to shut out.”

His arm came around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. Steve announced with absolute authority, “We’re done. Time to head back. Right now.”

“But,” one of the men began to argue, but fell silent at Cap’s scowl.

“Now.” He turned and led you back to the SUV.

Steve kept you close all the way back to the tower, protecting you from the questions of the others. His calm, sure, presence allowed you to breathe. Still, the sights and the mental impression looped in your mind. You remained so distracted, you didn’t even register where you were until the elevator doors opened and Loki stood before you.

Loki frowned, looking from your tear streaked face to the Captain, who’s arm still held you protectively. He growled low. “What is the meaning of this?”

You looked at him, raw and hurt. For the first time since meeting him, you didn’t want to cling to him to feel better. Some part of you needed to hold on to the pain, needed to keep that tie to the people outside. Slipping out of Steve’s protective arm, you escaped past Loki and disappeared into your suite.

A few minutes later Loki silently entered the room. You had not heard, or felt, the two men fight. It was something. You remained curled on the sofa, feet tucked beneath you, and stared out the window. Loki stepped close, changed his mind and sat at the far end of the sofa.

“The Captain said you were overcome on your outing.” He began softly. “He assured me you did not suffer any mistreatment.”

You didn’t answer.

“He said you became overwhelmed by the,” Loki swallowed, “by the emotions of the victims.”

You chewed your lip, feeling tears slip down your cheek. “You know they don’t even have a death toll yet. They’re still looking for people in the rubble. All of those people have people who loved them, people who are hurting because they are gone. There is so much pain. And I’ve been up here, away from it all.”

Loki stood, marching to the window, his back held stiff as stared out the window. An ugly viciousness slid into his voice. “So, you now come to the realization of what a monster I really am.”

Your head snapped up, irritation flaring. “Not everything is about you.” You stood up and strode over to him, poking a finger in his chest. “I was overcome by other people’s pain. I was shocked by the level of destruction. I am feeling guilty because in the midst of all of it, I’ve been happier than I’ve ever been. So, it’s not about you, Loki. You don’t get to pull that self-loathing bullshit right now.” You were crying full out, shouting at him. “I can’t deal with it and everything else right now! I can’t!”

The utter confusion on his face would have been comical in any other situation. “You don’t hate me?”

“Of course not,” You threw your hands up. “I hate the situation, and right now I feel like shit!”

“My pet,” Loki’s voice softened. He slid his fingers down your arms. You shook him off, stepping away. His hands grabbed, not allowing you to get away, and pulled you to him. Pushing against him, your anger flared and more tears fell.

“Let me go!”

Loki just pulled you tight against his chest. When his lips ghosted over your hair, making soft shushing sounds, all fight left. You wept hard, holding on to him. Loki’s mind brushed against yours, light and comforting. Still, it was enough for him to see the hundreds of photos, the faces, the dried blood.

As your own raging emotions receded to dull ache, deep regret settled over you like a heavy blanket. Loki’s regret was something you did not expect. His arms now held you tight, one hand cradling the back of your head. His face pressed into your hair, his breathing deep.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away.” You murmured into his chest.

“Do not think on it, little one.” Loki’s voice was deep, thick. “I wish I could spare you such sorrow. I would take away all the pain if you’d let me, but I know you would not wish to be numbed of the reality.” He pulled back enough to look in to your eyes, holding your face with reverence. “But as much as I would willing do whatever I could to spare you, I cannot regret finding you. You, my lovely soul seer, set me free.”

You clutched his shirt, face turned up. “You’re right. I will not hide from it. What happened to you was horrid. What you brought down upon the city was horrid. The resulting pain is immense. Still, I will weather it all, because now you are mine.”

Something akin to a whine escaped Loki’s throat as his mouth descended upon yours. His lips soft, as he kissed you with tenderness. Warmth spread through your body and washed over your mind. Bitter sweet and full of tenderness, this was a side of Loki you’d never experienced. Tears slipped from your eyes again, though not from pain.

Loki’s eye shone bright as his lips captured your tears. “Yes, my pet.” he sighed. “And because you are mine, I will do all that I can alleviate the pain so it will burden you no more.”