#but if Mr D gets to come when we don't get along as well then Hades must also be invited since Nico will already be there and i prefer him

[kationella]

If you thought figuring out who you would invite to your wedding was hard, try being Percy and Annabeth with their wedding list.

[weirdomellow]

Buzzing Sensations

Pairing: Dad's best friend Ari Levinson x female reader

18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Ari try the remote vibrator at a family dinner. Things get buzz-y and the sexual tension increases.

[Reader is mid-20s, Ari is in his early 40s]

Personal notes: I wrote this as so many thots were floating in my head. I always loved the idea of being controlled by a somewhat more dominating older guy so this feeds into my fantasy. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut but no explicit sex mentioned, use of sex toy(s), very slight D/s dynamics, hints of blow job, age gap dynamics (younger bratty female, older dominating male, both of them are consenting adults), spanking and bondage mentioned, orgasm denial mentioned

You don't know how you ended up in this situation.

Well.. Actually you do. But you underestimated how much it was going to drive you insane.

You had been seeing your dad's best friend Ari for a while now. For months. Or in other words, he was fucking your brains out for months. It all started with you oversharing the hell out of your break-up with your ex to Ari and how your ex cheated on you. You were drunk, sobbing and just needed a shoulder to cry on. Next thing you know, you were sprawled along Ari's couch and forgetting all the sorrows and heartbreak as he pounded into you like the world was ending. You loved it the most when you two met secretly in hotels, fancy restaurants and even did sauna or spa evenings together. Those were the moments you cherished the most with him, and the "taboo" feeling excited you both even more.

Now

It was just going to be a nice evening with your family and family friends, which meant Ari was there and that called for trouble.  But trouble always inclueded both of you. This time it was you who suggested a remote vibrator; you haven't had the time to have some intimacy together and so you decided to spice it up a bit. The fact that noone knew of you two made it even more dangerous and risky.

The way he smirked when he saw you clenching and your breath changing while he was controlling you made it even more electric. You were sitting across each other. "No panties" he texted you early on, causing that warmth and heat in your body rise.

Each time somebody tried to spark up a conversation, Ari was changing the frequency, causing you to shift in your seat. On top of it, the sneaky bastard had the audacity to bring this up.

"Is something wrong y/n? You seem restless today" asked Ari, while taking a bite from his food.

You were fuming inside and so riled up but hey, you had to play it cool. "Oh nothing Mr. Levinson, just had a very hectic week" you answered to him without trying to make eye contact. He knew your spots and how to turn on that switch. You continued, "Actually if you excuse me, I will go to the bathroom". You made your way to the bathroom as Ari cranked up the speed even more, causing you to wobble as you tried to hide it.

Fucking finally. You had some time to yourself as you sat on the toilet while the egg was still buzzing. You were so riled up and ready to come any second. You were about to send him a text but he was faster:

Babygirl, show me how wet you are

Now.

You answered: What if I don't? What if I leave you hanging there with a hard on.. :)?

You will have to bear the consequences. You choose your punishment. I was thinking of tying you and denying you your orgasm for one day. Remember what happened when we tried that last time?

You did remember that... crystal clear. Your pussy was so swollen that Ari had to pull out orgasm after orgasm after you the next day.

You answered: You are unbearable.

That's why you love me babygirl. Now, show me. I don't have much patience left.

You didn't have much choice left so you lifted your dress up, removed the egg,  pushed your fingers in and took photos and videos of you playing with yourself and licking yourself clean. God, you were so horny and you needed him..right now.

Ari, I am so horny. I need to come.

Not now. You need to be patient.

You whined. This man... He was driving you crazy. You gently shoved the egg inside again.

When you came down, you tried to look cool and created excuses to "You ok?" and "Do you need some rest?" questions.

"Guys, I am fine. Actually I think I will head back to my flat. Maybe I do need some rest" you said as you stood up and started to gather your things.

"I can give you a lift home, I am also gonna head out soon". Ari said non-chalantly.

"Oh Mr. Levinson, thank you but that won't be necessary."

"Sweetie, it's dangerous this time of the night and Ari is the only one who hasn't had a drink. We would feel safer if you gave y/n a lift Ari" your mom said as she looked at you with worried eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "I am not a child mom, I can find a way myself"

"Let me give you a ride and next time you figure it out yourself, how about that?" Ari said. He was in front of you and towering over you. The electricity of the moment was insane. Thank god the remote was off.

"Alright." you sighed. You knew where this was going.

As you said your goodbyes to everyone, you got into the car and into the passenger's seat next to him as he started the car.

"Oh. Someone got all bratty and confident today." he said as he increased the frequency of the remote vibrator.

"So what now? You gonna fuck me here? Spank me? Or do I need to wait with this thing inside of me until we get home, I drag you with me and ride your cock all night long? Maybe I tie you up?" you said without looking at him.

"Fuck Ari!" you moaned.

"Is that it?" you said. You were testing his patience. You knew what was coming.

"Here is what we are going to do babygirl. We are gonna go to my place and you take off that egg. I am gonna give you sometime to calm down but I wanna see you on your hands and knees after that."

He started stroking your leg with his free hand.

"Yes sir" you said, smiling towards him. Your hand went into his half-erect cock under his jeans as you started stroking him. "You know what? I missed you too. So why don't you stop the car so I can show you how much I missed you first?" you said as you started unbuttoning his jeans. He stopped the car as you started sucking him off.

"I am planning to keep you up all night y/n. I don't care how tired we all become in the end. So get yourself ready. I missed you."

"And I am tying you up so you learn how to behave".

He moved his seat back to give both of you space. The night was just beginning as you both felt the tension rising... and well, it was gonna be a good and long one.

---

[ramspatula]

IRON SPIDER| Tony Stark Daughter! Reader

This is the first chapter of my Tony Stark daughter| reader book. If you can’t tell. Reader is going to get bit by a radioactive spider at some point.

You are now part of the MCU! Congrats!

Next part

2001, 3 days after (Y/b/d)

"JARVIS, these lights are practically blinding me."

"Turning down the exposure, sir."

"I don't know why we have these lights on so bright!"

"I believe your condition may influence you to believe the lights are brighter than they are."

"Just say I'm hungover, I won't disable you over it."

"I wish I could say the same for the lights."

"Well I didn't want such bright lights." Tony groaned, keeping his eyes shut and resting an arm them.

"Mr Stark, your lawyer is here to see you." Pepper announced from the doorway. Tony's face scrunched in confusion, he didn't have a meeting with his lawyer or any of his attorneys for at least a week.

"Am I in trouble?" He asked.

"You should go find out." Pepper said, sternly.

"Are you going to spank me if I am?" Tony smirked and Pepper's face didn't change.

"Your lawyer is waiting on the couch and Obadiah wants to have dinner next week when he gets back, is that all Mr Stark?"

"Yeah, I'll go see what he wants." Tony nodded and swiftly moved out the room.

★・・・・・・★

"James! What brings you to my home? I break something? Someone? Vandalism? I sell something to the wrong people? Get someone pregnant? Noise complaint-"

"Mr Stark, please sit down. This needs to be dealt with in a timely manner." James told him before placing down in front of him an open folder. The folder contained an empty birth certificate and a picture of a newborn baby girl in a hospital crib.

"What is this?" Tony questioned.

"2 days ago, a woman was rushed the hospital as she was in labour and delivered this baby. She gave the hospital no name and no medical information except a contact number and told them to ask for the father of this baby, Anthony Stark." James started and placed before Tony a warn business card that said:

'Call me, Tony ~

P.s the room is payed for and there's a car waiting to take you wherever you want to go outside.'

There was a number at the bottom of the card which was for Happy's work cell. It was no doubt Tony's handwriting but Tony had slept with lots of people and none of them had a kid yet. This wasn't his kid.

"So what does she want? We're speaking if the kid is mine, 50/50 custody? Millions in child support? You know your silence is really nerving me." Tony asked.

"Im sorry, Mr Stark but you haven't heard all the context just yet." James clarified before continuing, "Last night, this woman left the hospital without this baby and no intentions of taking her along. That leaves two options, you claim that this isn't your child and she gets put into the system or your can get a paternity test and decide from there." Tony stared blankly for a couple minutes at the images in front of him.

"Mr Stark, I understand this a difficult situation-"

"She looks like my dad. Right before he died when he became an actual old man only he didn't look as peaceful as she does." Tony found himself smiling, babies has a tendency to make anyone smile.

"Have you thought over your options?" James asked and Tony shook his head.

"If this kid comes with me then there's a high chance she'll become fucked up but the system only produces messed up kids anyway. I think it's better if I'm the one who fucks her up, at least she'll know a sense of stability." Tony closed the folder. "Bring her here, I'll do the paternity test and you guys can be here to see the results. I'm assuming the mother gave up all her rights?" Tony questioned and James nodded, perplexed.

"If you are the father then all the rights for the child will be granted to you but if you aren't she will be put into the system." James told him and he nodded.

"Are we finished?"

"I just need to call the hospital to let them know." James said before standing up and when he was far enough away. Tony threw himself back into the couch and sighed, his hangover felt worse then before.

"JARVIS, what does a baby need and how does a single father give a baby what it needs?" Tony called out.

"Placing an order for baby formula, diapers, clothes and books involving caring for a newborn."

"You're the best."

★・・・・・・★

A newborn mainly only slept, cried, ate, peed, shit and slept again but they're so small. Holding one in your arms made you more aware of your surroundings, more afraid to move even slightly, your thoughts will become so filled with anxiety of things that could happen to them that you feel yourself begin to work up. At least, that's what Tony found out. There were at least 10 people in the room with him, including the baby. Everyone's attention was focused on the two very similar DNA strands shown on the holo-screen.

"Congratulations, Mr Stark. You are a father." Jarvis' voice rung out through the lab and Tony felt a small, overwhelmed, smile rise to his face.

"Well, that settles it. Where's the birth certificate?" Tony asked and Pepper's face dropped in shock.

"You're keeping her, Mr Stark?" She asked and Tony only smiled harder.

"She's my daughter, I'm not abandoning her." He announced picking the newborn up out the temporary crib and nestling her in one arm and turning her around to face the DNA strands. Her eyes weren't open but it didn't deter him.

"You see that? You're my daughter, those are half my genetics. If you're anything like me, you'll understand what that means by the time you're 4." He smiled as Pepper held the birth certificate towards him and a pen. He signed his name and then paused looking at the section where the baby's name would go.

"Leave the room for a bit. I want some time with my baby."

"Mr Stark-"

"Go!" The room soon dispersed and Tony sighed looking down at the little girl.

"What should I name you?" Tony asked but the baby only moved a little hand towards him before silently opening her eyes slightly to look up at him. Her vision wasn't great and wouldn't be for awhile but it still felt as if she was looking directly at him.

"My mother's name was Maria. Maria Stark? Name you after her? She'd like that. No she wouldn't. She’d want you to have your own name okay. Angel? You look like one. Angel Stark? I can't do that to my kid. Uhm... Lets see... (Y/n)? That's cute. I like that. (Y/n) Stark? That's good, nice... (Y/n) Maria Stark? Mom would've liked that. She would've liked you. You might've been able to make your grandad smile. Granted that's if he knew how to do that. My Dad wasn't that loving. He wasn't very nice to be honest but I won't be like that. Although, I do like to drink too so I hope you don't mind. I won't do it often or in front of you! I think I can make this work, being a Dad and a CEO and a inventor. I think my playboy career might take some damage though but that is a sacrifice I'm willing to make as I've seen what it has given me. No offence. (Y/n) Maria Stark." Tony said as he wrote her name on the certificate and smiled.

"You really are about to change my life, you know that?" He whispered and in response all he could hear was the almost silent breaths of a newborn baby.

★・・・・・・★

"Tony! What's this business I hear about you having a baby? You want maternity leave? What are you a woman? Get a nanny and let's get to work!" The voice of Obadiah Stane rang through the living room of the Miami mansion and said man was greeted with shushing.

"I have been awake every 3 hours last night! To feed, rock and cuddle that baby! You will not wake her during my hours of peace, it takes me longer to get her back down than it does to reassemble an engine." Tony's hair was everywhere, his t-shirt has a spot of baby sick on and there was a distressed looking baby cloth thrown over his shoulder.

"You look like shit."

"You don't look much better. How was New York?"

"You've got a baby in the next room and you're asking me about New York?"

"Okay let's settle this. Yes I have a baby. Her name is (Y/n) Maria Stark and she was born on (Y/b/d) at 7lbs. Now tell me why you're here because I could be taking a nap right now- you know I'm supposed to sleep when she does?" Tony told him making his way over the kitchen where his new sterilising invention had sterilised 6 of his new baby bottles and 2 pacifiers.

"No I don't -going into the baby business now?" Obadiah asked, staring at all the new baby inventions.

"I think we should because being a parent is hard."

"You've been a parent for like 3 days Tony."

"A week and half."

"What?"

"She was born 2 weeks ago and I got her 3 days after she was born." Tony told him, grabbing the coffee that Obadiah had brought him and taking a sip.

"You're really keeping her?" Obadiah questioned and Tony scrunched his face.

"Yeah, she's my kid." Tony answered.

"You do realise what a big responsibility this is? No more playboy parties. You can't bring her gambling and partying! Unless you're getting a nanny which I think you should. No one can raise a kid like a woman." Obadiah told him and Tony stared at him with a blank face.

"Just for that, I'm going to prove you wrong." Tony jabbed him in the chest. Before Obadiah could respond Jarvis' voice sounded through the room.

"Miss Stark is awake and hungry."

"You want to meet her?" Tony asked as he prepped a bottle, a little cry could be heard and Obadiah frowned.

"She doesn't sound happy I'm here." He commented and Tony shrugged.

"Be back in a sec." With that Tony left the room and came back with a small figure resting against his chest in a pink sleep suit.

"This is her?" Obadiah asked in shock. He didn't know what he expected but it wasn't to see Tony so comfortable with such responsibility in his arms.

"You think I've got some random baby laying around? Yes it's her, she's hungry. Can't you tell?" Tony asked, gesturing to the way the baby was mouthing. "Want to hold her whilst I sort this bottle out?" He asked and Obadiah looked wary.

"Tony I-"

"Good. Support her head- don't look so awkward. There you go! Now don't move." Obadiah had never looked so stiff. He stood, unmoving, as Tony made his way to the still cooling bottle.

"You know, there's a reason I never had kids." Obadiah commented to which Tony ignored and tested the temperature of the bottle on his wrist.

"Sorry honey, still too hot." He said and Obadiah began to absentmindedly rock a little, the baby was looking up at him with big, judging, eyes.

"She looks like you."

"I thought she looked like Dad."

"Yeah well, I still find it hard to separate you and Howard. Look- she's even got that look you give me!" Obadiah commented and Tony chuckled.

"What look?" He asked.

"Like I don't mean shit." Obadiah told him and he genuinely laughed.

★・・・・・・★

The door to the lab opened quietly. A lone rocking chair could be seen by a desk, a holo-screen was placed in front of the rocking chair where two figures were seated. Colonel James Rhodes made his way towards the chair and paused a few feet away.

"So the rumours are true? Tony Stark settled down." Rhodey said and a quiet chuckle could be heard.

"I didn't settle down, I just had a baby." Tony told him with a smile and from the new position Rhodey could see the little girl.

"God she looks like you. Where's the mother?" Rhodey questioned and Tony shook his head.

"Gone. I have no clue where. I haven't had the time to look into it." Tony told him and looked down at his kid.

"How old is she?"

"1 month. Didn't expect you to be away for so long. What they have you do? Flood out some terrorists?" Tony asked and Rhodey chuckled.

"Nothing as interesting as that or this. She's so small?" Rhodey leaned more towards the baby.

"Do you want to hold her?" Tony asked and Rhodey smiled.

"Really?" He asked, giddy.

"Yeah, come on. Be careful she's asleep. She likes to be against your chest." Tony told him as he helped Rhodey adjust the baby onto his chest.

"I got it- oh she's so small. What's her name?" Rhodey asked and Tony sat back down on the rocking chair.

"(Y/n) Maria Stark." He announced and Rhodey smiled.

"Like your Mom?" He asked and Tony nodded. "That's nice. I didn't think you'd be the sentimental type, Tony." Rhodey commented and Tony smiled.

"Well my Mom meant the world to me and now so does she so it's only fitting." Tony shrugged and Rhodey nodded in approval.

"I can't believe you had a kid." Rhodey shook his head in disbelief and Tony rolled his eyes.

"You do know you're an Uncle now." Tony told him and Rhodey's face dropped, Tony just laughed.

★・・・・・・★

"Todays top story: Tony Stark, Inventor, Millionaire, CEO OF STARK INDUSTRIES and infamous playboy has announced that he has had a child"

"New Stark heir announced: (Y/n) Maria Stark."

"Tony Stark has welcomed a daughter into the world, (Y/n) Maria Stark. The 6 month old..."

"Infamous Playboy is now a single father? Tony Stark has been revealed to have a baby daughter."

"Are we about to see a new Stark generation? More about the announcement of Tony Stark's new parenthood."

"Tony Stark has had a daughter, (Y/n) Maria Stark was born on..."

"No, I didn't know you were going to announce the existence of my infant daughter to the whole world!... No that is not your decision-....I don't care! You had no right to announce my daughter's birth without my approval! At the very least you could've told me you were going to announce her!... I know you announced it. The company doesn't make public announcements like that on its own... I am not going to let my daughter be free publicity for the company!... Obadiah, I don't care what benefit it has for investors to see me as more. What? Domestic. I don't care.... I'm done talking to you. Bye." Just as Tony hung up a cry was sounded through his bedroom.

"Yes honey, I know, I'm upset too." The little 6 month old stared up at him with big watery eyes from where she was sat on the bed next to him.

★・・・・・・★

"JARVIS? Are you recording?"

"Of course sir."

"Come to Daddy. Come on, you can do it!" The 8 month old stared at him for a moment. She was in the position to crawl and had tried numerous times before. "Come on, (Y/n). You've got this, sweetheart- Yeah! That's it!" Tony clapped as the baby crawled slightly towards a toy in front of her and laughed when she saw her father be so ecstatic. She moved to sitting down and clapping with him.

"Da!" She had been saying for the past 2 months. She didn't associate the word with Tony yet but he reacted all the same. Overjoyed and happy. From that moment she crawled she never stopped until she found her father's toolbox. (Y/n) didn't have a clue what any of the tools did but it was a sign to Tony that she was going to have the same brilliant mind that he did. She was a Stark, through and through.

★・・・・・・★

Tony still had to go into work sometimes. No matter how much he hated going to his office nowadays it was still obligation and there's only so much of Pepper's nagging he can take. However, that being said he was still Tony Stark so he was going to bend the rules. That's how he ended up walking into multiple important meetings with a baby on his hip. Sometimes it was meetings with government officials or international ambassadors for militaries that were interested in his technology. It was safe to say they were surprised at the appearance of the baby or at least weren't expecting her.

"Tony, you know you can't bring her here."

"Who says? It's my company, she doesn't effect my work. In fact she helps, she knows what a screwdriver is-"

"Screwdriver"

"-See? My little helper. She's talking a lot now. You should come by more often, you're missing out." Tony pointed at Obadiah as (Y/n) made work of trying to climb over his shoulder to see above the chair they were sitting on. She likes the big glass window behind them.

"Jesus Tony, you sound like a woman." Obadiah chided and Tony chuckled pulling his daughter down and sitting her on the desk where she immediately took offence to some decoration Pepper had put on the desk and kicked it off with a groan.

"I never liked that one either. Thanks, honey. And to answer you, I don't give two shits."

"Shit." (Y/n) repeated with a cross face and both men chuckled.

"You're not telling her off for that?" Obadiah asked.

"No she doesn't know what it means plus I say it too much to kick out my vocab so I'm letting it stay in hers too."

"People are going to criticise you for this."

"The world is cruel to a single father, Obadiah. At least I'm rich." Tony said

"Rich." (Y/n) repeated.

"She already knows she's worth more than me." Obadiah commented and Tony chuckled.

"I've been trying to get her to say millionaire but it's not quite there yet sounds like 'milloner'." Tony told Obadiah who smirked.

"You're close to being a billionaire, Tony. I think this next deal may make that happen." Obadiah told him, placing a folder down in front of him.

"Maybe." Tony agreed and Obadiah picked up at toy on the floor and handed it towards (Y/n).

"I believe this is yours, little missy." He told her and she only frowned and looked upset and he only got an answer when Tony looked up from the file.

"She doesn't like to be handed stuff- just leave it there, if she wants it she'll take it." Tony told him before going back to reading the file.

"The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?" Obadiah murmured.

[makriiii]

Wary accord (Arthur morgan × f!reader)

Summary: Invited to Angelo Bronte's garden party, you couldn't see anything fairing well. However, as the evening fades to night, and nothing goes wrong, you let yourself enjoy it more than you planned.

Word count: 3.4k

Authors notes: This is just a one-shot with heavily referenced themes from my ongoing series rn - Caught. I had to take a break from writing hardcore and unadulterated angst. ☠️ I'm also open to any suggestions, so send them in! ;)

Warnings/tags: Lots of fluff, 90% sfw, mentions of wounds, guns, some angst.

Ao3!

Pt1 to Caught!

♡

Wary Accord.

Jack ran into his fathers arms with glee, you were just as happy as he was that he was safe and okay.

You were sure this night would've ended in blood shed. Instead, you begrudgingly had to do Bronte's dirty work, handling some grave robbers with Arthur and John.

You didn't much enjoy partaking in being nothing more than a lackey, especially for someone like Angelo Bronte. This made even worse when you heard what Dutch had to say.

"Mr. Bronte has invited us to a garden party at the mayors house." He announced, still seeming unbelieving in the invite himself whilst he chuckled. "And us, just simple country folk."

This didn't delight you, fully willing to stay behind that day if you could, but you feared something might go awry and it'd be best if you were there to help. You felt much with Arthur and John there. Plus, that Dutch. He has his way with his words, and you trusted those words.

-

You'd been busy helping Pearson all day, the whispers of dusk finally upon the camp. Ready to relax, you sat up against a tree near Hosea looking forward to dinner when you were suddenly startled awake by Dutch.

"Come on!" He shrieked, "If we are gonna make it to this party, we sure as shit better clean up a little."

The party. You'd completely forgotten about the party. Your original plans for the night squandered.

"So we're doing this?" Arthur asks, disbelieving you were to actually attend.

"Oh yeah." Hosea acknowledged. "Old friend Dutch Van der linde has finally shown his true colours." He teases.

Hosea could always make you smile, if not full on laugh. "Social climbing." He states flatly.

"Old Signor Bronte, that horrendous snake has invited us to the ball, Cinderella." He addressed to Arthur. You'd be sure to tease him with that later on.

"So my suggestion is we go and get you a gown." He chuckles, Hosea laughing along with him.

While they walk by, you try not to catch attention, putting ur hat lower over your face, to which Hosea comes over and flicks it off.

"You too y/n. We don't want to insult Mr. Bronte." Hosea chimes in front of you chuckling softly.

You got up hesitantly to travel into town with them, knowing your fate long since been sealed.

-

Your mares gait matched Arthur's. It wasnt long since you had made it into town with a group of people you never saw yourself attending a ball with.

"Arthur?" You glance to your side to see if you had his attention.

His eyes met yours instantly when you asked his name oh-so-calmly. "What is it?"

"Have you been to a ball before?"

"No," he gives you an airy laugh. "Not too many people like me have."

"Well, I hope you know how to behave then." You poked fun at him, your usual goal.

"Yeah? And what would you know about behaving?"

"More than you I reckon. We'll see who gets booted out quickest."

"Deal." He jokes, nodding with a funny look on his face.

"You know, I hope it's not too costly, I don't see another occasion that I'll use a dress again." You murmured, trailing off into your thoughts, counting the money you had now in your head.

"I can see that," he coughs a laugh out, looking you up and down. "I've never seen you in somethin' so fancy."

Your brows furrow, knowing the meaning behind his tease.

"I'd like to see you run around in a thick skirt, Morgan. I don't think you'd be so tough anymore." A grin splits across your face as the image of him with a skirt on whilst chasing someone down on foot crosses your mind.

"You doubt me too much." He fights back a small smile that tugs at his lips. "I could outdo you first try."

You started giggling when the little Arthur in your head tripped over and tumbled in response to his bet.

He raises a brow, questioning your sudden fit of laughter with just a glance.

"You wanna take me up on that offer? We'll race." Then, you thought of bringing heels into the equation.

You stopped him before he went to speak in between wheezes, adding the heels into the challenge. Now he didn't look so confident.

"If you can find a pair of heels that would fit me." He couldn't help but give up on his faked seriousness, all while you couldn't contain yourself.

You looked down to his feet, wiping tears from your eyes as you observe his feet.

"Don't think there's any that'd fit your fat feet."

"Well then, You're outta' luck ain't ya."

You exhaled sharply, calming your chest after all that cackling. "But we have to find the perfect slipper for you, Cinderella."

"Oh, shut it-" He pauses mid sentence to point to a store with dresses and suits on display. "Think that's our place, y/n." Dutch, Bill and Hosea already dismounting in front of it.

You sat in awe as you turned your horse to the ties right outside. You hadn't noticed this the last time you were through here.

"Careful, don't lose yourself in there." He snickers, dismounting with you. Clearly you had made your gawking too obvious.

"Oh please," you swat at him as you both walk for the door. "I'm not that bad."

When he opens the door to the inside, the slightly cooler air relieved you, everything smelt fresh, polished wood and all. This wasn't a place for an outlaw, made all the clearer when you spotted the clerk.

The store clerk instantly looked taken aback by your groups presence. Maybe you should've considered leaving your guns outside.

He wasn't all for you in his store, but you greeted him as softly as you could, keeping your hands well away from your dangerous metal contraptions.

"What can I do for you... folk?" His voice shrill and accented with what you could only assume as french.

Dutch waves over Arthur, who gives you one last glance before they all go to a different part of the shop, leaving you awkwardly standing there alone.

The man walks up to you after sorting out Arthur and the rest of them. "I assume you're looking for an evening gown?"

You nod, "Yeah, something that isn't too costly?"

He hums his consideration, scanning you up and down. "Measurements?" He asks out of the blue.

Now your face flushed. You would have infinitely no idea, which made you feel even more dumb.

"I-" You look away for a moment trying to think if you even knew. "I couldn't tell you..."

He makes a noise as if he already knew, gesturing his hand at you to follow him.

He sped walk so fast to your surprise, you weren't sure why he was in such a rush, having you near to jogging just to keep up.

When you reached a paltry, bright room with fabrics adorning mannequins. He had you remove most of your outer clothing and equipment. Discarding it to a chair left of you.

He was rather swift with your measurements, wandering around to find a small selection of dresses that he said would fit, with some adjustment of course.

You picked the prettiest of the bunch, almost feeling like a little girl again. Getting a new dress. It excited you - mostly.

"I'll let you try these all on, and your little boyfriend can hobble over to see, whenever he's done. But- over there." Now he shoo'd you to a dressing room, he seemed like he was trying to get the lot of you out of his store swiftly.

The curtain slid aggressively behind you, leaving you stunned inside, which you shook off but not without an amount of confusion.

You groaned, forgetting just how much of a hassle getting on dresses was, it took you a good while each dress you tried on, thankfully only three.

Once you got down the last dress - your favorite - you heard Arthur chime from behind the curtain, startling you so bad you jumped to cover yourself.

(Leaving the dress desc vague so you can come up with your own.)

"Can I see?" He questions, a mere curtain being all that separates you. He'd seen you unclothed before, but now it felt different.

"No, I'm half-naked." You scolded, but your disgruntled attitude quickly washed away when your eyes widened with shock.

Your words had only seemed to rev him up. His hand grasped at the curtain, but you stopped it before it folded back any further, slapping away his hand.

"Quit that you no-good buzzard." You hissed, fearing that the rest of the gang would hear, which would be too much for you to bear.

He crows in response, but doesn't continue dragging the curtain further. "I've seen you much more indecent than that, y/n."

Your face runs hot with his words, prompting you to start swatting and punching at the curtain to get him away.

"Get outta here before the sales clerk thinks we're doing some silly business back here." You fussed, mumbling lowly enough just for him to hear.

This prompted a defeated sigh, from the other side of the curtain. "Just give me another minute." You half-consoled, not a shred of empathy for him.

He came for the dress no doubt, but he preferred no dress just as much if not more.

"Okay, okay." He laughs, his spurs clicked as he took a few steps back.

Pulling up the sleeves that rested just by your shoulders, you took a look in the mirror.

The dress revealed a hell of a lot more than what you were use to, your bullet scar on your arm prevalent, though you didn't mind as much as thought you would.

With this dress on, there was no room for guns. So you had come prepared with a small thigh holster, only allowing for a tiny pistol.

You weren't sure what you were to do with your hair. Tapping your foot, to which you realized, you didn't have heels neither. This all getting more costly than you had hoped for.

Nestling your hair up into a loose bun, you quickly gathered the rest of your clothes before you forgot them to stuff into your saddle bags.

When you finally pulled back the curtain, you glared at Arthur with a 'are you happy now?' look for a minute. He himself stood dashing, if you put it lightly. A regular tuxedo, even on him, looked way better than it should.

You only gave him a small grace period before you walked passed him to find some heels.

"Wait-" He reaches for your arm and holds you back. "Let me get a better look, Miss l/n."

You stood in front of him awkwardly, his eyes quite literally feasting upon you which made you anxious and squirmy in his grasp.

"Hmm." His initial ogle replaced by his typical sarcastic grin, which already had you ready to sock him. "Looks fine enough, I suppose."

"And you?" You made it a point to make it noticeable that you eyeballed him up and down. "They might not let you in." It was a lie, and he could tell.

"You shoulda seen your face when you first came out." Puffing his chest out, much too proud. You gave him a small slap to his bicep, shaking your head.

Meeting with Hosea, Dutch and Bill, you finished the rest of your affairs. Climbing into the back of a carriage to eventually join the party.

-

The mayors house was magnificent, and damnably large. It felt daunting as it loomed over you.

Your eyes caught onto all of the intricate wood decals that sprinkled the faultless paint job. Every thing well lit by the warm street lights.

It wasn't a place you felt you belonged in with the life you led. Especially not with the people that were attending; Corrupt politicians and crime lords.

This whole situation was brittle and you had to run it nicely - not peeve anyone off.

A man greeted Dutch, then told the lot of you, no guns. No one suspected you of your gun, delightfully. So you followed everyone inside after they unenthusiastically handed over their weapons.

when you reached the inside, you flicked your head around to catch all the details in the interior. You had really only heard talk of such extravagant places like these. Certainly an experience, you thought.

Dutch looked to you, Hosea and Bill and told you to join the party whilst him and Arthur followed the man who led them to Bronte up a flight of stairs.

Your face soured, you had only a faint idea on how to seem a natural when speaking to the high flyers. Never the less, you did.

Eventually, you spotted Arthur who finally had left the balcony where he conversed with Bronte and Dutch. You dismissed yourself from the two men you spoke with, making your way to him.

"So? Did you find anything out?" You question, hoping he found out more than you had.

"No... not really. He suggested a take at the trolley station."

Your brow strung up. A trolley station? That sounded unusual to you.

"Good money, I suppose?"

He wasn't so sure either. "So it sounds. Dutch seems to trust it."

"Very well then." Nodding your head, in acceptance. "Whats he want us to do next?"

He hooks your arm in his abruptly, feeling a blush heat your face with his sudden act of affection.

"Try to talk to the mayor, get info." He says lowly, leaning over slightly as he walks with you to a group of men.

They stood in a small circle, chattering amongst themselves, scolding a man to their right that was much too drunk.

Arthur waited a moment before releasing you and reprimanding the man himself by touring him out. Leaving you with them alone.

They greeted you, to which you introduced yourself, waiting for Arthur to return, which he did, promptly.

They exchanged pleasantries for only a second before a series of pops interrupts their speak.

A splatter of blazing colours fill the dark sky, instantly captivating you. This wasn't something you'd seen before in all your long years of life.

You automatically pulled Arthurs hand to get a better view together. The sounds of the crowd behind you gasping and awing amongst the booms that sounded from the sky.

The bright twinkling and sparkling only lasted seconds each, spirals and scatters, each their own neon colours.

Greens, reds, blues, faded into smoke that matched the parted clouds, new splashes of colour never seizing to paint the gray and black behind them.

You stood in front of Arthur, sinking your head into his chest, gazing at all of the captivating lights before you.

Maybe your feelings for Arthur held you tighter than you cared to admit. He was still the one who had committed atrocities against you, which you weren't so quick to let go of.

Spinning around, you looked up to him, the blue in his eyes would perfectly match the skies if it were day, instead reflecting all the crackling lights you missed with your back turned.

"You know how to dance, don't you?" You beam, his hand in yours.

"No?-" He questions, not anticipating just what you had in store for him.

"Perfect!" Your hand tightens around his, leading him to the gazebo that stood not far from where you gathered just a moment before.

"I don't reckon we have time to embarrass ourselves right now."

"Oh, yes, you do. Believe it not, I still recall getting taught how to dance when I was younger." Snickering as you reveal your plans to a reluctant Arthur.

Stepping inside the lit gazebo, you glance around to make sure its clear. Smiling when you confirm it is.

"Ready?" Catching his hand before he felt he could change his mind - not that he had much of a choice in the first place.

He grumbles, but that tiny little spark in his eye proving he wasn't all that terribly put out by this.

His arm slowly slid down and around your waist, drawing you in close, in turn your arm raised up to his shoulder.

"Okay, now just follow my lead." You moved one foot back, the front of his shoe found your toes faster than you had imagined.

He corrects himself, much to the relief of your foot. "Shit- sorry."

"We'll go slow." You giggle, finding it funny that you were teaching Arthur of all people how to dance.

Which each step, his foot still strayed a few times, but he got the hang of it quickly.

"See? It's not so bad. But if you're still embarrassed from stepping on me, I can understand." Feigning a look of pity and a half hearted pat on his shoulder.

"I enjoyed stepping on them more than not." He shoots back, his timing lining up with the moment your heel caught on a loose board, nearly loosing your balance but Arthurs arm around you remained firm, holding you up.

"Not so tough are we, y/n?" He chortles, your pride hurting more than your feet.

You couldn't help the sheepish laugh that left you. "I demand you respect your teacher, Mr. Morgan."

"Or what? There ain't much you can do about it."

"We'll see about that." You challenge, returning to a slow rhythm. He never released you from his tight grasp.

Your bodies never left each others for the entire time, you both relished in it more than you'd ever address.

His hand eventually found your arm, his fingers gently brushing the double sided scar that he had punished you with upon your first meeting.

Dwelling for a few moments, he runs his hand up and over your collar bone, then meeting your chin. His gaze was soft, no trace of his typical cocky expression.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier." His thumb caressing the bottom of your plush lip.

"I-" He stops you from what he already anticipated you saying. Shaking his head.

"Not another word from you." He leans down, his mouth meeting yours. The most gentle show of affection he had shown you to date.

You leaned into it for as long as it lasted, cherishing each second it dragged further.

When he pulled away, there was a look you'd never be able to place on Arthurs face. You'd never forget it, that you could count on.

"I don't like that all the other men here get to see you like this too." He confesses, glancing over to the gathering, jerking upright when he spots something he didn't expect.

"I hope I'm not being too brash as I interrupt you two love sick fools." Dutch as much himself as ever with those words.

You and Arthur finally released from your embrace, standing side by side as if you both just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Dutch hollered out a hearty laugh, the ability to stay mad lost with the guilty looks you both held. "Save it for camp... now I heard mentions of Cornwall from Mr. Mayor and one of his men. Quickly both of you."

He chased you of the gazebo effectively, Arthur sighed as you strode back to complete the mission you'd been sent on.

-

"Oh good, I was starting to regret sending you both in there together." Dutch waited no time to tease you both further, making it obvious to Hosea and Bill who had a good laugh about it too.

"Yeah, yeah. We got somethin'." Arthur confirms, waving off the insult.

"Well then," Hosea chimes, excited with the news. "Think it's time to go."

That you could agree dualy on, your eye lids started to gain weight, desiring nothing more than to return to camp.

You all made for your ride back, collecting their guns on the way out, some speak of a bank heist along the way, which definitely prompted skepticism in you. As most of these takes did.

The carriage rolled up to you, not much time spent in terms of getting in. All of you wanted out of there.

Bill's voice haughty and filled with contempt as he complained about the 'high society pigeon shit.' Which plastered a drowsy smirk on your face.

Instinctively, you sat next to Arthur on the way back, dozing off on his shoulder not long after the carriage lurched shakily over the uneven cobblestone roads.

Guys I proof read this at 3 am so ignore any mistakes...

[annika-thelostlove]

Unfinished Draft #1

Drabble for late valentines - Edward nashton talks to you, who he thinks is out of his league.

This is a random note i made in my notes app that has been there since February, which i didn't continue. This turned into a weird dialog drabble. I tried polishing it up, but I still kept it a rough draft in the end.

Edward catches the eye of one of the young COO who works on the top floor of their company. But after a long time trying to flirt with him obviously and even making grand gestures, Ed still doesn't get the hint. Ed just thinks you love his department and gives you all special attention. He believes you are so far from his league. I imagine him being ignorant and cute, clapping along with everyone when she COO buys a new coffee machine close to his desk, not at all realizing it's for him. But now that its valentines Day, the COO loses their patience and gives him a piece of their mind.

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"You're here."

His magnified eyes looks up at you through those clear glasses. "Yes."

"You have no plans tonight? It's valentines"

He continues to work his keyboard while he responds to you, "I have no patience for holidays fueled only by consumerism"

"Ah, I didn't realize that's how you feel about this holiday." Biting your lip in thought "Well it wouldn't hurt, would it? I told everyone they could take half the day off if they had plans today. The rest of your floor is empty now."

Edward looks straight at you, suspicious. "I'm sorry to be so forward, boss, but are you trying to ask me to dinner perhaps? Because I don't think it would be appropriate."

"I-"

"Or if it is a joke, it's not very funny"

"No! Mr Nashton, I have good intentions- " he has stumped you, though youve thought he was being ignorant this whole time. "Well, your first assumption is right. I admit. But we're not of the same department, so i didn't think it was going to be some issue. Do you really hate the idea?? That maybe, i am asking you to dinner?"

He looked at you skeptically. "You have no need to talk to me. I am just an accountant, and you have position of chief operations offcer, people like you should not aim so low for someone like me as a romantic partner ma'am."

"Don't say that."

"Don't wha-"

"Don't talk about me like I'm different. I can be interested in you if I want to be."

"Wait i-"

"What's so different about me? I have an Ivy League degree? I have a rich family? I'm tired of people thinking that people like me want nothing to do with you and the people on your floor. I come down here once a day just to see you. Did you know that?"

You swear you see Edwards face flush red. "But that, that doesn't make sense, I'm..me, and you're...you."

"What does that even mean? Edward, look at me! Do you think I'm pretty?" She doesn't know when, but tears have gathered in her eyes, ready to fall. This hurt her to confront more than she realized.

"Wha- well..."

"Am I pretty to you? Do you want me?"

"Of, of COURSE I do, who wouldn't?

"Eddie I want you. Is that enough for you?"

"Uh, what."

"Edward I'm really fucking mad right now, its valentines day, and i was hoping we would be together since two months ago, we are off schedule! so don't test me."

"Um, yes. Yes! It's enough. But I just dont-"

"It's enough for me. That settles it."

"What have I done for you to...I don't understand "

"It SETTLES it. You want to know what i want? Tonight we go on a date. I can answer all your questions then. We are behind on schedule, well..." Suddenly getting shy, you blush. "if you agree to date me, that is, after six months of dating, we move in together. Then I ask you to marry me. If you say yes, I plan we buy a house, I have had one in mind near here. I want children, at least two. But we can discuss that together."

Edwards face unknown to him grows dreamy while he stares at you. "...al-alright"

"But tonight, I'm still not happy with you, and I'm tired of waiting for you to get the fucking hint. So you're going to fuck me a few times to make it up to me. Alright?"

"Fuck, okay"

The scowl on your face melts into a sweet smile

"Good"

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Note: I was imagining the COO is also a little freak, they've been stalking him, got a full background check done on him, and fell in love even more with Edward loving puzzles and him being from modest beginnings, they also love his extremist alter ego, the riddler. But he'll find out that they know eventually, it was also a fun idea if they are funding him with money for his guns and explosives. They also hate rich people and people who are gold diggers. So Edward was the dream man for them 💕

[desired-deity]

Okay, last ask of my kengi brainrot (or is it?)

Perhaps, mayhaps, maybe Mr Sunkenji x Streamer!reader

I was thinking the reader is a new Streamer whose known kenji for a while and so when they schedule their first stream ever ! Kenjis there hype man and joins their stream with his viewers just to help get them comfortable with streaming and it's just chaotic fluffy stuff on stream or something like that (this is the best way I could put my thoughts into words okay!)

The relationship reader has with Kenji could either be Platonic or Romantic I'm not picky

ANYWAYS, I'm super excited to see more of your work, especially if it got something to do with Kenji this mans don't get enough love on tumblr!

Can't wait to see your next fic !!!

Love from your dearest Kenji brainrot anon❤️❤️❤️

Yo! So sorry it took me so long to see this lol, I’ve been out because I’ve been traveling a lot lately, so sorry! But yes! I’ll gladly take this opportunity to write!!! Thank you for the request~

KENJI X STREAMER! Y/N

(I don’t think I saw anything specifically about gender so, I’m gonna do it as a GN reader!)

‘I’m so excited!’ Y/n thought, squealing at the thought of getting to do their first ever stream with their boyfriend, Kenji! Y/n just started being an independent vtuber and why not start off their first ever stream with their boyfriend? I mean- who wouldn’t t take the offer!

Sunkenji: Ready when you are, take your time if you need it ❤️

Y/n read the DM Kenji just sent them, smiling while responding,

Y/n: I’m ready!!! So excited to start the stream!!!

And so let the chaos commence

You and Kenji just had to play Project: Playtime. Great, lovely isn’t that…?

“Y/N! Y/N! FUCK FUCK FUCK! MOVEEEE”

“STOP RUSHING ME YOU MONKEY”

“FUCK-”

“Seriously. I told you to distract her!”

“WELL I’M SORRY THAT SHE WAS CHASING ME WITH HER LONG ASS LEGS AROUND THE MAP!”

And this went on for the rest of the night, screaming, yelling, and reading chat all night!

“Well, thank you all for coming to the stream today, thank you so much Kenji for joining me on my first ever twitch stream too! Bye guys!”

~A few weeks later~

Chat:

Tell Kenji we say hi!

Nice to see that you and Kenji are getting along!

Love that you guys are streaming together so often!

Totally ship you and Kenji, Y/n!

…

And that’s when you wanted to tell chat that you and Kenji had been together before you even started streaming until he also got the same chat in his stream,

“Oh yeah, we met before they even started streaming and got together, I’m lucky to have ‘em”

You started to blush and had your jaw drop, d-did he really just say that? Well- I mean- at least you didn’t have to spill it to chat!

“Love you too, Kenji ❤️”

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slice 7

Alexander Sweetapple series

No one asked a question for this one, I just needed a beach and to visualise something other than suburbia. Unfortunately, the boys are interested in other things and we don't get much scenery.

Just a short one this time, not read through, just thrown up here.

This one happens during that time after 'Along the Way' when Alex first visits the Island.

And if you are wondering why this is Slice 7 and yesterday was Slice 5, Slice 6 is on its way via a different author :D I have no doubt it will appear soon :D

I hope you enjoy this little scene.

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“So, what’s it like living on your own private island?”

Virgil snorted, and, turning, skipped a pebble off the surface of the Pacific Ocean. It bounced across the smooth glass of the caldera a full six times before disappearing into the turquoise depths.

“As with everything, it has its pros and cons.” Virgil raised his arms, gesturing to it all. “We live in a wildlife documentary with sunsets to die for.” A smirk. “But there is no takeout. Everything on the Island is maintained by us - the housework, the lawn, the electricity, even the sewage.” Virgil’s nose wrinkled up at that last. “A lot of its automated, thank goodness, but where there is automation-“

“There is maintenance.”

“Yeah, that. Self-sufficiency has its downsides.” Virgil looked out at the caldera again. “But then we have all this, all to ourselves. We don’t have to worry about the paparazzi out here, we’re safe on our beautiful island home.” He shrugged. “As I said, pros and cons.”

Alex scanned his eyes around the beach. “You can’t get here without a plane either. I apologise ahead for the lack of surprise visits on birthdays and anniversaries.”

Virgil smiled at him. “We can work something out.”

“Oh?”

But Virgil only kept that smile on his face and said nothing further on the topic.

Okay, play it that way, Mr Mysterious Thunderbird.

And it hit him again. He was on the hidden island of the Thunderbirds.

Virgil chuckled. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Blushing at least.

“Fanboying fit to bust something.”

“Hey!”

But Virgil had moved in closer, one hand sliding up the side of Alex’s neck and into his hair. It was very distracting. “From one fanboy to another, you are really adorable when you do that.” And Virgil was pulling him down into a soft kiss.

Mmmm.

But before his brain could white out into the pleasure that were this gorgeous man’s lips…

“Wait. You’re a fanboy? Of what?”

Virgil chuckled, soft breath teasing Alex’s neck as dropped his forehead to Alex’s shoulder.

Alex drew him into a hug, hands sliding over well-defined muscle through the light shirt Virgil was wearing. As always, Alex was struck by exactly how incredible Virgil Tracy actually was, what those muscles did on a daily basis, and how unbelievably lucky Alex was to be holding him.

“Have you heard of Kip Harris?” It was said into his collarbone, warm breath teasing the chest hair under his borrowed shirt.

Kip Harris…

“Is he the guy who designed that gas fire suppression regime you used in the Siberian gas fields, end of last year?”

Virgil’s head shot up. “How do you know about that?”

Alex arched an eyebrow. “Fanboy? I know quite a bit about your missions. They are fascinating. The equipment you use, the techniques-“

But Virgil was laughing into his shirt.

“What?”

Those dark eyes looked up at him again, filled with mirth. “Yet you didn’t recognise me when we first met.”

Alex opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Which prompted Virgil to start giggling even more.

“Hey, I’m an engineer. Sometimes I get distracted by cool gadgets.”

The giggles became full-on laughter.

“Well, if you’re going to be like that.” Alex pulled back a little, mock offended.

Virgil grabbed at him. “Hey, no, come here.” The laughter had turned into a struggling fond smile. “I can introduce myself, if you like.” The smile almost broke into a laugh, but the man managed to hold it back. “Hi, I’m Virgil Tracy, the man behind the cool gadgets. Oh, and the coffee. Apparently, I can make cool coffee, too.”

The smile was strained beyond belief and Alex had no choice but to kiss it into submission.

“It’s hot coffee.” Mumbled against soft lips. “Wonderfully warm and hot coffee.”

Virgil didn’t answer, instead using all his many skills to melt Alex under his touch. His big hands roamed up Alex’s back and…

Yeah, he could stop thinking now.

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[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) having slayed a dragon and saved his friends jaune's kinda feeling himself. well we can't have that now can we?

as per the rules of d&D you let your characters kill something big to make them feel great and have them fight a bunch of small things to humble them. like goblins!

the goblins in question are toddlers, human toddlers I mean. and jaune's mission is to baby sit them

Another War

Jaune: Come on. Come on. ...Da- I mean, darn it.

Nora: Nice save, Jaune!

Pyrrha: Still nothing from your sister?

Jaune: No. I've tried calling her, but I get sent straight to voicemail. I tried calling Mom, but that only gets Mom a locked door in her face. It's not good for her to be shelled up like this.

Ren: It's understandable, though. She likely feels responsible for what happened with Adam.

Jaune: She shouldn't, though! I never blamed her, and I never will. What happened that night was a complete accident.

Nora: Except when you totally kicked that guy's butt!

Pyrrha: As expected of our future king.

Ren: A decisive victory for all to see.

Mercury: (Jamming on his headphones)

Jaune: Ugh... I wish that last part wasn't true.

Pyrrha: Oh! The bullhead is here.

Nora: Woohoo! Springtime, here we come!

Ren: You packed your motion sickness pills, right?

Jaune: ...

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Cinder: And how exactly is visiting a daycare supposed to improve his training?

Ozpin: First, it is a beginner school, not a daycare. Second, it will help him maintain self-control. His training has improved his strength, reflexes, and endurance just fine, but all of that is wasted if he's expended all his energy on the first move.

Cinder: And dealing with snot-nosed brats are supposed to help with that?

Ozpin: Have you ever interacted with children that much younger than you?

Cinder: No, because I don't want to be anywhere near them.

Ozpin: And why is that?

Cinder: Because I don't want to.

Ozpin: You're afraid, aren't you?

Cinder: Listen here, you-

Ozpin: It's only natural. For one reason or another or yet a third reason, children can terrify us. Be it their boundless energy, their piercing cries, or even their fragility itself, controlling your strength when near them can be a most daunting task.

Cinder: ...

Cinder: Hey. Do you really think he can beat her?

Ozpin: As he is now, no. In time...

Cinder: ...Yes?

Ozpin: I hope so.

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???: HAHAHA! Team JNPR!

Jaune: Hello, sir! (Extends hand) My name is- HURGH!

???: (Crushing Jaune) Oh, there's no need to introduce yourself, Mr. Arc! Ever since your debut, the children have been talking about you non-stop.

Jaune: Oh... Really...

???: Of course! You're a hero! Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Johann Trüllen, the headmaster of Springtime primary school.

Jaune: Er, nice to meet you. This is my team. Nora Valkyrie.

Nora: Hi~!

Jaune: Pyrrha Nikos.

Pyrrha: Hello!

Jaune: Lie Ren.

Ren: Hello.

Jaune: And Mercury Black.

Mercury: (Still on his headphones)

Jaune: Mercury?

Nora: (Grabs headphones) Hey!

Mercury: Hey! Hands off, dammit!

Johann: HEY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!

JMNPR: ...

Johann: (Ahem!) Excuse me, but we have a strict no swearing policy.

Nora: Heehee! Sucks to be you~!

Johann: That's pushing it.

Nora: Wha?! How?!

Johann: Come along now! The children will be excited meet you all!

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Emerald: (Lays down card) Boom! I win!

Ruby: Wha- You cheated!

Emerald: Listen, you might be good, but you're not that good I have to cheat.

Weiss: (Takes cards) I don't know why I'm surprised. A thief would be a decent card player.

Emerald: I don't know what to be more offended by; you calling me a thief or decent card player?

Blake: (Reading) I would say the thief remark. You're not a thief anymore.

Emerald: Tell that to Mr. Bunny Love down the hall.

Blake: Bunny Love? Who-

Yang: (Walks in) Guys, you're not gonna believe it, but Cardin is freaking out right now!

Ruby: What do you mean?

Yang: He's outside, and he's being chased by Professor Goodwitch for tearing up Beacon looking for something.

Weiss: What's so important that he's tearing up campus property?

Emerald: (Smirks) Oh, I can think of a few things~.

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Jaune: And that's why, no matter where you go, or what you do, you should always think before you leap! ...Seriously, you have no idea how important thinking is. Uh, are there any questions? (Flinches from kids clamoring)

Boy: What was it like to ride a horse?

Girl: Do you have a girlfriend?

Boy: What's your favorite color?

Girl: Who's your favorite superhero?

Jaune: (Thinking) I pour my heart out to give these kids the most important life lessons, and they don't care in the slightest... Is this how Mom and Dad felt?.

Nora: (Giggles) I can answer them in order! He hates riding Ichor because he keeps getting stomped on. He doesn't have an official girlfriend... yet. His favorite color is viridian lavender. His absolute favorite hero is The Huntsman. His favorite food is...

Pyrrha: It seems Nora can keep up with them.

Ren: Could you trust anybody else? (Smiles) I've never met anyone has energetic as Nora until today.

Pyrrha: Are you getting ideas, Ren?

Ren: I don't know what you mean.

Mercury: Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, dum-

Johann: (Glares)

Mercury: (Looks away) Dum-tee-dum-dum...

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Jax: Would you stop humming?

Gillian: Pardon me, brother. I heard it on the radio as we came in.

Jax: Well, keep it to yourself. It's hard to think with your buzzing around me.

Gillian: Forgive me. What is our plan?

Jax: We are to seduce this supposed "King" of Vale and their most powerful student as well.

Gillian: How are we to do that?

Jax: In your regard, you must study him. Learn his true nature. Get in close and become the perfect fit for his missing piece. Meanwhile, I shall look over the recent articles regarding his entourage. Power draws power, as you know.

Gillian: Of course.

Jax: Once we find them, we use our divine right as the King and Queen of Vacuo to make allies of them. They become ensnared in our plan, and become servants to the Crown.

Gillian: And if we are unable to seduce them?

Jax: Well... That's when the fun begins.

---------------------------------------------------

Kids: (Waving good-bye, Cheering)

Jaune: (Waves back) Haha, yeah! I'll, uh, see you guys another time, maybe! (Chuckles)

Pyrrha: It was very nice of you to visit the school, Jaune.

Nora: Yeah! Those little kids are gonna remember this for the rest of their lives!

Mercury: Or whenever the next new video game comes out. Who knows?

Ren: I'm sure there are plenty of students who will remember this. There are worse memories they could experience.

Jaune: Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh! Hang on, I just got a message from my sister!

Text: We need to talk.

Pyrrha: Is it from Cinnamon?

Jaune: Yeah! I gotta- Hang on, I think I have a signal closer to the cockpit!

Mercury: Better hurry. They'll be back from their smoke-break soon.

Pyrrha: They don't smoke.

Mercury: Or snack break. Potty break. Whatever! Point is when they get back, you're gonna make 'em miffed.

Ren: Miffed?

Mercury: Look, the sooner we're away from that huge, hairy headmaster, the better!

Nora: Huge hairy headmaster! Huge hairy hearmaster! Huge hairy hairmaster!

Jaune: Come on! Come on! Yes! (Scroll dies, Hits panel)

Jaune: (PA) NO! DAMMIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! FUCKING COME ON, MAN! WHAT THE FU-

Pyrrha: JAUNE!

Nora/Mercury: (Laughing their asses off)

Ren: (Covering his face) Your PA was on.

Jaune: (Looks down at panel, Confirms light, Looks outside, Sees running pilots and absolutely livid headmaster)

Jaune: AH... CRAP-BASKETS.

[dynamic-k]

Me me has a quetions :3 when did you start writing and where do your ideas come from?

-BK

Ooh, that's a tough one.

Hmm. Well, I know I started getting a like for writing in the 3rd grade. I'd done some random school two-paragraph assignment and Mrs. Meusen, my lovely teacher whom I still remember to this day, had returned everyone's papers with our grades.

And she liked to write custom messages along with the overall score and stars.

She told me in her little markered note at the top of my paper, that my writing was well structured and I make a good author. Something like that, I don't remember exactly how it was phrased, but it was a compliment to my writing.

I have no memory of what I wrote, though. It wasn't significant.

That was probably the first jump-start encouragement I got, though how it affected me in the future was probably subconscious for the most part. It's not the driving force that I remember on a regular basis as "Ah, yes, this event here is what started it all."

That long ago compliment just came to mind when I really started thinking about what the answer to your inquiry was.

My ideas just spawned into existence from my imagination. I was always the kid that found immense joy in reading books and also staring off into space. The wall. The ceiling. Out a window.

I once got lost in space during my 2nd grade Spanish class, while we were doing TESTS.

And I was lost in space, not really looking at what I was looking at... Well, I was apparently looking at someone else's test, lol. Got scolded. XD

My dreams were often the source of cool ideas also. I had entire MOVIES worth of action and everything. Sleeping was always a well anticipated privilege...

I wonder why. 👉👈

I remember my very first fanfiction was written for a comic series, Mega Man by Ian Flynn.

Cool robots, action, adventure, fights, suspense, a whole assortment of my favorite types of things to enjoy from any media, be it novel, comic, or movie.

It was... really bad. My family tells me it was good for my age at the time. The ONE friend I randomly decided to share the old google Docs with also gives me positive feedback, but... ehhhhhh.

There's reasons I haven't continued it further for years. It was pretty bad, in my eyes. I definitely had so much fun writing it though. It was a self-insert, sort of? But with an OC that had cool characteristics I just liked. Not really me, but a character that was an amalgamation of ninja skills, smarts, and powers. And was very much, as the term goes [that I would learn about just a few years later], a "Mary Sue". An overpowered character.

At least, my character still had a plethora of issues, and as the story progressed, I found ways to insert Nora [the aforementioned OC] into problems and lessen the overpowered aspects a bit.

I learned from that work. A lot.

I guess, if anyone is really interested, I can post the links to the old docs. I don't suppose I mind all that much, though I'm warning you all. I ATTEMPTED ROMANCE.

AND IF YOU ALL KNOW ME AND MY CURRENT HABITS... YOU KNOW I SAY ON A REGULAR BASIS THAT I CAN'T WRITE ROMANCE.

It was written by 13-year-old Scarlett. She doesn't exist anymore.

I think I somehow got off topic, why am I talking about my first fanfic...

Anyway!

I wrote a lot of other stories also.

I had originals.

I had fanfics. [My hyperfixation on Beyblade Metal Fusion remains dormant to this day, but I still remember all the ideas I never wrote down yet]

I had dreams that I attempted to normalize and remove dream-weirdness from for story material.

I had school assignments that were fairly tame as far as action, but I kept the docs anyway.

And then I tried to publish stuff.

[By this, I mean, on the Archive. I had technically posted fanfiction before on fanfiction.net but we don't talk about those abominations...]

I was in a Lego Monkie Kid hyperfixation at the time, and was currently on the cliffhanger of season 4. [Before the special came out, I mean.]

And I had a very very vivid dream scenario one night, where my brain decided to imagination its own ending and wrapped up plot for the cliffhanger of season 4.

I decided to post it. And I still have more ideas that I have yet to sort out and add more chapters to the fic, but that was the first published work on the Archive, I think.

And... it was romantic focused, actually. The one OC was a character that fit well into the series, and wasn't just an annoying rendition of overpowered characteristics. (I TELL YOU. I LEARNED FROM "NORA")

And, well, my dreams are good at imaginating romantic scenes. It's just my brain doesn't know how to make it sound good with words yet.

I'll get there... 😅

To get back to the point I seem to keep deviating from as I reminisce over older works and my author journey as a whole: I have come very far.

My first Alan Becker fanfic, was A Second's Tale. Which, until Super Sticks appeared, remained my most popular fic.

It started so SO simply. All I knew was, "NEW HYPERFIXATION GO BRRR!" and "I wanna write a fanfic and post it"

Then it escalated.

The AVA/AVM fandom is still my all-time favorite, and I think it's honestly going to stay that way forever. It's definitely the longest fixation I've ever had.

All my others are dormant, or active in spurts. I have a list of like, 60? 65? fandoms I'm into, lol.

Uhm, anyways, yeah.

That's the summary.

Man, that's another thing I suck at. Summarization.

Look at this long schpiel of words!!

No one gonna read this. XD

TL;DR

I have come far from the 3rd grade.

I still aim to make a difference. Make someone's day with my weird unique sense of humor. Make others inspired. ;]

And my imagination go brrrr for ideas. Dreams are just the best thing ever.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk--

[dystopyx-blog]

My Ever Mad and Wondrous World of Moths and Whimsy

An entirely self indulgent story of wish fulfillment. 

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Katz sat across from me, lapping up a cup of earl grey. I often forget about his fondness of drinks such as tea, though I honestly shouldn't. He's still a human man at heart, even if he does have the head of a black cat. His rough tongue lapped up the tea in that familiar catlike manner; perhaps that was why I forget his fondness of human treats over feline ones? Despite consuming what is made for humans, he is still consuming it like a cat would. 

His golden eyes stared at the space behind me, bright and luminous as the lights that surround my cottage home. It was those very lights that had originally brought Mr. Katz to my home all those years ago. Of course, attracting cat-headed enchanters was not the purpose of those lights. What an oddly specific thing to try and attract to one's home! No, I surround my living quarters in dozens of floating celestial orbs of bright glowing light for the same reason anyone else would: to attract moths.

I must've been staring, for Mr. Katz cleared his throat and set down the teacup. "Rose." He addressed me in his crisp, gentlemanly voice. 

"Yes, Mr. Katz?"

"Are you going to explain what I'm looking at?" 

"No."

"Rose,"

"Mr. Katz." 

"Why is there a naked man in your home?"

"He's not naked." I furrowed my brows. 

"I suppose he isn't," Mr. Katz furrowed his own fuzzy brows. "If you consider bedsheets clothing."

"I'm assuming from your tone you don't."

"I do not." 

"Well then," I looked back at the rather large man standing awkwardly behind me. Indeed, he was wearing nothing but a bedsheet. "I suppose in that case he is naked." 

"Where did he come from, Rose?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Where do any of us come from?" 

"Rose." 

"Would you believe me if I told you he's always been here?" 

"Rose." 

"Y'know, just saying my name a bunch won't convince me to reveal my secrets."

"Rose." 

"Alright, alright, I turned a moth into a man!" 

"Rose-"

"A human man! And I named him Ezekiel!" 

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. I could imagine his very patience being exhaled along with his breath. "Honestly I shouldn't even be surprised." 

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" 

"... C'mon." 

"Hey! I mean I get it, but hey!" 

He just sighed again and stood up. 

Apparently my new friend didn't like this, because he immediately rushed over to me, holding onto the back of my chair and glaring at Mr. Katz. Mr. Katz stopped moving, raising his arms in surrender, but Mothy liked that even less, increasing the intensity of his glare.

It was then that I released a sigh of my own and gave the previously-a-moth man a reassuring pat on the arm. He looked at me as if to ask if I was sure, and I nodded my head. 

Katz sighed again and sat back down. "I just-" I stopped myself, turning to my new mothy companion. I couldn't find a way to express what I wanted to say in words. 

Fortunately, Mr. Katz understood anyway. 

"You still miss them, don't you?" 

I didn't respond verbally, knowing that if I did it would just come out shaky and sad. So instead I just nibbled on my lower lip and nodded. 

"I see."

"Yeah…" 

It was silent for a second. We just sat there, Mr. Katz with his tea, and me with my moth man. The previously lighthearted mood became heavy and uncomfortable. 

It always was when discussing my old coven. 

Fire. 

It devours all in its path. Unbiased, unburdened, uncaring. It has no motivation other than to continue growing and devouring. 

That could not be said for the golden flames.

The all consuming flames of gold ate everything in its path with some unknown vengeance. It didn’t move like fire is supposed to. Fire spreads, but the golden fire conquered. Fire is supposed to be unbiased and neutral, but this fire had an agenda, a plan, a goal. And what were supposed to be uncaring flames seemed determined to accomplish it. But most of all, fire doesn’t think; it simply does.

This fire thought.

I don’t know what the golden fire hoped to accomplish, but it knew, and that’s all that mattered. 

Like an ocean of gold it washed over everything in its path, leaving nothing but dirt. Not even charred remains remained where its gaping maw touched. It left nothing. It destroyed everything.

And that included my family.

Five in all, if you include myself. However, the flickering flames did not. Just like that, my family was taken from me. No bones left behind to remind the world of their existence. Only me to stand in as the remnants of my family.

I am their bones. 

I had to run. Of course I had to run. The flames had already eaten so much, and I had no clue when they would stop. So I had to run. 

Run until I could fly.

Thankfully I had Callista, my horse-sized black and white tiger moth. Magically enhanced so that she could carry my weight with no detriments to her own well-being. She’s the perfect steed, and that fact was cemented as she carried me nautical miles away from those godforsaken flames. 

I thought I'd never have to worry about them again, but…

“Recently there have been reports of golden flames nearby.”

Mr. Katz sucked in air through his teeth, creating a whistling sound that wasn’t altogether too unpleasant for the ears.

“How nearby?” He asked. 

“Well…” My hands fiddled with Ezekiel's much larger ones. “Not at all, actually. But can you blame me for being scared?” 

“I cannot.” 

"Good, because I am. When the moths reported it to me, I wanted to call for you right away-"

"And why didn't you? You know I would've been here immediately." 

"I know that, but the sort of comforting presence this situation requires is the more… present  sort of comforting presence. And you're not always present. You have your own life. I'd feel too guilty constantly calling you over. But my moths…" 

"They're practically always here." He finished for me. I nodded. 

"Well," he continued. "That explains why you didn't call for my assistance. But why is he-" He gestured towards Ezekiel, who was still eyeing him apprehensively, though with notably more sleepy and comfortable eyes. 

It was my turn to finish for Katz. "An extremely buff pretty boy of a human man?" 

He was silent. 

"Yes. Why is the moth a buff human man."

"You're not going to ask why he's pretty?"

"This is you, Rose, I'd be more surprised if he weren’t pretty.

"True."

"But why is he so-"

"Buff?"

"Well built."

"Well put, Mr. Katz!"

"Thank you, you are dodging the question."

"Am I?"

"Rose."

"It makes me feel safer."

He was silent yet again. I had an uncanny ability to make him go completely silent to process my words. To be fair, there's a lot to process in the things I say.

To be even more fair, he's a quiet and contemplative person as it is, with or without my words to be quiet and contemplative over. 

What he said next, however, made me take a moment of silence.

"But I thought you only liked buff women, as you prefer them overall, and the sort of men that you’re attracted to are lean and feminine?"

This silence, however, was short lived.

"I wasn't trying to make myself a significant other, Katz!"

Ezekiel, who had at that point somehow fallen asleep practically on top of me, was startled awake by my shouting. 

"That'd be weird!" I exclaimed. "I'm not about that life! And if I was, I would make myself a girlfriend - wait, no, I wouldn't, that would still be weird!"

Mr. Katz's brilliant yellow eyes were blown wide at my outburst, and he had the decency to at least look a little ashamed of himself. (Though overall I think he was mostly just amused…)

I then explained, "I picked Ezekiel to turn human because he happened to already want to be human. It was a win-win situation. I turn him human to fulfill his wish, and he gets a big strong buff man body for my own sake of mind. Win-win!” 

Ezekiel, seemingly understanding I was talking about him, wrapped himself around my shoulders. 

After taking another cat-like sip of his tea, Katz responded, “And that is all?” 

"Whaddaya mean by that?" 

Instead of elaborating, Katz changed the subject. “I’m surprised you didn’t name him something like Motthew.”

“Oh, I considered it.” I confessed. “You changed the subject.”

“I must’ve gotten that from you.”

“Katz,”

“You can’t use my own tricks on me, my dear.”

“Katz,”

“You’re wasting your breath, dear,”

“Kaaaaaatz,”

“You won’t get a peep from me,”

“Kitty,”

“Especially considering,”

“Kitty Kitty Katz Katz,”  

“I’ve quite forgotten whatever it was that I didn’t say.”

I stared at him, unimpressed.

“And did you seriously call me “Kitty Kitty Katz Katz?”

“I’ve quite forgotten what it is we’ve been talking about.”

“That’s another thing I’ve picked up from you.”

“You better pick your ass up and run before I quite forget I want you alive.”

He simply sipped from his teacup. “Classy.”

We both laughed.

"Okay, but in all seriousness now," I leaned forward, putting on a more serious face so he would know I was serious. He seemed to pick up on it and he placed down his teacup. I reached across the table for his hand. "Thank you. For always being here for me…” I smiled at him. “You're seriously my best friend." 

He returned the smile. “And you're mine.”

We shared a soft, genuine moment of silence together. Ezekiel was staring at Katz' hand in mine and went to grab my free hand. Understanding him to be a very physically affectionate type of guy, I brought him closer to me, which he took as an opportunity to rest his head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around me from behind. Katz smiled softly at the two of us. 

"Well, it seems you don't need my help, so I will be taking my leave." He moved to get up again and this time Mothy didn't respond to it - probably because he was already practically asleep in my arms. "I will see you again, my dearest companion. If you ever need me, just ring the bell. I will come running." 

I smiled fondly at him. "You always do." 

He grinned back. 

"I always do."

[lootsofathousandsworld]

I have fallen in love your blog, and it's great to meet someone who loves Treasure Planet, it feels like we are a rare species sometimes lol.

Would you ever consider writing a Scroop x Reader one shot? I love the bastard so much even though I know I'm sus for doing so ;-;

If not, know I appreciate your blog so much!

Ahh its awesome to find another Treasure Planet fan! ✨✨ its true we are rare species throughout the internet :')

And so sorry this took long to do this oneshot but I hope you enjoy this :D

also very sorry if the grammers are wonky.

Scroop X Reader: Trust me on this Oneshot!

What the hell we're you thinking'?!" You almost shout right when he tells you what he has done. You found out from his tongue he was the one that caused Mr. Arrow's death and framed Jim for not securing the lifeline.

And what makes it worse is John Silver, your secret Captain, knew about this. It's no wonder Silver made a sudden quiet announcement of an emergency meeting early morning. You knew right when their little meeting comes, you're boyfriend will get a severe punishment. Scroop only gives you his fang smirk.

"Don't ye see Y/N," He hushed you. "With Mr. Arrow gone, we never have to worry about him checking our daily basis,"

"But we're supposed to lay low until Captain Silver makes a single," You reminded him. You then frustratingly rub your forehead. "Seriously, whenever I leave you for ten minutes, you cause more chaotic than any other crew members."

"But yer and the rest will thank me later for pulling that stunt," He makes a small huff." Ye understand few of us are getting tired of waitin' and sitting around doing nothing." You couldn't argue with him on this. Due to the fact after months on the voyage, some were getting anxious about when the move it's going to happen.

And you have to admit, you're getting tired of this as well. Tiring of acting like a normal spacer towards Amelia and her allies. You miss your pistol and cutlass you carry around and not to mention you miss drinking rum since there was a strict rule about drinking on this ship.

Then you feel his crablike claw gently tip your chin up. Having you look up at his large yellow eyes. You almost flushed at the way he was looking at you gently. Enough that if anyone sees this action, he'll murder them right on the spot.

"Trust me, love, I know what I am doing," He reassured you. "Once tomorrow, I can convince Silver this waiting plan is a waste. We'll take over this ship as our new vessels and the treasures will be in our grasp.

"And how are you going to convince him tomorrow?" You asked.

He made a dark chuckle. "I have ways to get him to change his mind,"

Soon you give him a frown. "And I swear if you do anything stupid tomorrow, I'll kill you first before our captain gets the chance." Scoop made another chuckle at your respond.

"Love the way ye talk like that," Again you flustered, looking down to avoid his gaze. He lets go of your chin.

"Now go get some sleep, we must be there fully awaken tomorrow. "I'll be there shortly,"

"Alright," You replied, almost making a yawn. You saw him climbing up the shrouds to check on ropes above. After that, you start making your way down the below deck. Rubbing your arms along the way to grab a random hammock to sleep.

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine people from Harry's side of the war torturing you and Mattheo in order to find out information from the Death Eaters and threaten to use obliviate spell on you

H: Where is your father Mattheo?

M: I don't know

R: I think he needs motivations

M: No don't touch her

Hermione: Fine tell me where Voldemort is or we make Y/N forget you even exist and then she will have none one since you are all she has

M: I could not tell you if I wanted I ran away from him to protect her

R: Why would you need to protect her she is a muggle ohhhh

M: she is not a muggle

H: yea she is

M: then how come she can open the camber of secrets without speaking Parsletongue

Hermione: that means she is a true heir of Slytherin and direct descent of Salazar

M: YN we have to tell them

YN: fine only if they untie us

*Harry, Ron, and Hermione untie Mattheo and YN*

H: Explain

YN: My father is Salazar

Hermione: How is that possible

M: He succeeded in finding immortality

R: Who is your mom?

YN: my mother is the secret child of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw

Hermione: Wouldnt that mean

YN: I am the true heir of Hogwarts and Voldemort if finds out my true parentage it's worse than him thinking I'm a filthy mudblood so I and Mattheo have been in hiding

M: From my dad who by the way I think is insane if any of you believe I would side with him your crazy

H: Couldn't we use you against him to have three of the Hogwarts bloodlines in you your probably one of the strongest people in like ever

*Dumbledore shows up*

D: Not probably she is the strongest she is maybe even stronger than I am

Hermione: Professor what are you doing here

D: listening and watching and you three you put another finger on her again I will let her father know

M: he will kill you worse than my father would *shivers*

D: YN is there any ability you have that we can use and how many people know that your parents are alive and that they are your parents

YN: Well I don't have to have use a wand to do magic

R: Sick

YN: The only people who know my parentage are Mattheo and Blaize along with Blaize's family and they are the only people other than Professor Snape to know they are alive

M: There is nothing we can do if we cant tell what he is doing

YN: Maybe Draco and Theo can help somehow babe

M: I don't know

YN: I don't think Draco and even more Theo want anything to do with Voldemort anymore

M: Professor do you mind if we call them

D: Not at all Mr. Riddle

YN: I will call Theo you call Draco

*A few moments later*

YN: Theo said he will more than willing to help he is on his way he doesn't want anything to do with Voldemort and never did but couldn't help that his father is a Death Eater

M: Same with Draco along with Draco's mother

YN: What about Lucius??

M: One of them has to stay so Voldemort won't suspect anything

Hermione: Once they get here let's put a plan together

R: Mattheo and YN you guys are more than welcome to stay with my family till we figure things out

YN: Thank you for the offer Ron but we were on our way to the Zabini Estate when we were so suddenly Kidnapped *sarcastic voice*

H: Sorry about that

M: You better be you beat the crap out of us for no reason now

H,R,Hermione: Sorry

Mattheo: let's get going, babe

YN: Bye everyone

[fromforeigntofamiliarity]

Hell Hath No Fury | Mike Wheeler

Summary: "People will stab you in the back and ask why you're bleeding."

Warning: None

Request: No

Sitting on the couch of the Wheeler basement was a typical Saturday, reading though one of Mrs. Wheelers magazines while Dustin and Will attempted to explain the rules of D&D, Lucas and Max arguing about something in the corner.

"Oh," I said dropping the magazine onto my lap bringing my hand up to my face. 

"What's wrong?" Mike asked from his spot next to me on the sofa.

"I think there's something in my eyes." I said attempting to rub away the debris in my eye. "Correction I know something is in my eye." I joked.

"Don't rub it." Mike ordered scooting closer before pulling my hand from my face. "It's probably just an eye lash, you want me to blow it?" He asked. 

"Yeah." I answered, opening my eyes as wide as I could leaning closer as he did the same.

"Better?" Mike asked after her was finished. Blinking my eye a few times I smiled.

"Ye-." Before I could finish my answer my body was dragged away from Mike and into the wall behind me.

Everyone's heads snapped over to the sound of my body hitting the concrete wall accompanied by a cry of pain. Before anyone could do anything I was flung into a small table, breaking under the force and my weight sending me crashing onto the ground. 

"Are you okay!" Mike asked rushing over placing his hand on my back waist to help me up. "Eleven what the hell?!" He snapped at the super powered girl. 

Taking their eyes from me to Eleven the whole party waited for an answer only for Eleven to remain silent eyes locked on me, taking a step forward. "I-." Before she could say much of anything I pulled myself from Mike's hold and headed for the stair.

"I have to get home." I said practically running up the stairs holding my arm to my chest and didn't stop until I got home. 

The next day I got dropped off after getting a call for a party meeting, a meeting now happening in Mike's basement usually meant it was important. Knocking on the door I was a bit surprised at how quickly it was opened revealing Joyce with a strained smile on her face. 

"Hey sweetie, come on in." She said guiding me inside. Entering the house I was not surprised to see the party already in attendance along with 'The Scoops Troop', Nancy, Johnathan and Hopper. "Have a seat, We just wanted to talk about what happened yesterday." She said as you sat down in her sofa before I could get completely situated Mike settled in the space next to me, even shoving Will over a bit to fit in the spot. 

Everyone sat in silence for awhile sending my quick worried glances but making sure never to let their looks linger. "Is everything okay?" I asked looking around. 

"We just wanted to see how you were doing kid." Hopped said pushing off the wall of the living room. "You went to the hospital." He observed pointing out the cast on my right arm.

"What did the doctor say?" Mike asked scooting closer if that was even possible. "Is it broken?"

"No, they said it's just a fracture." I assured him. "Moms insists on driving me everywhere now, I told her it happed when I was riding my bike." I explained.

"I think a fracture is the same thing as it being broken." Max pointed out. "Its not visibly broken but still broken." 

"Broken or not broken bottom line it shouldn't have happened." Hopped said. "Though it won't change anything I think Eleven still owes you an apology." He said glaring over to his adopted daughter who had yet to  do anything but glare at the floor. 

"I didn't do it." Eleven replied not taking her eyes of the carpet. 

"Yeah, well then who did?" Mike snapped at his girlfriend. "Last I check no one else can move thing with their minds." 

I don't know, but not me." Eleven argued back glaring to the wheeler boy. 

"Maybe you just didn't mean to do it." Will offered. 

"No." 

"Yeah, it could have been an accident." Lucas agreed.

"No." 

"Are you sure you weren't a little jealo-." Dustin started but was cut off. 

"No no no no no!" Eleven shouted shaking her head as the coffee table slide quickly towards the sofa causing Mike, Will and I to yank our feet up before the it could make contact with our legs. 

Once again all eyes were on Eleven as the looked around at all the shocked, upset and slightly accusatory looks. 

Pushing the table away from the sofa I stood up and made my way over to her before grabbing her hand with my uninjured one. "I believe you El." I smiled at her.

"You do?" She asked. 

"You do?" Mike repeated shocked. 

"Yeah, El said she didn't do it, maybe there is someone or something out there, something we missed." I offered looking around the room. "Besides 'friends don't lie', right El?" I asked looking into her brown eyes. 

"Right." She agreed squeezing my hand. Looking around I spot a marker next to the TV, grabbing it I hold it out to her. "Wanna sign my cast?" 

<_>

Sitting on my bed I played with the cord of my phone. "Do you really believe that it was something else that attacked you?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "She said she didn't do it." 

"Of course she did it, she's the only person who could have done it." Mike rebutted. 

"El is my friend and your girlfriend, maybe she was just upset at how close we were-."

"That's no excuse. She could have killed you." He complained. "Your just too nice, you're always so nice." 

"Well thank you, I find you pretty nice as well." I joked back. "Wow it's pretty late, maybe we should call it a night." I offered.

"What? it's not that late." Mike pointed out. "Another hour should be fine."

"Yeah it's just the pain medication makes me kind of drowsy." I yawned. "We can keep talking if you want." 

"No, you should sleep. Maybe we could meet up and talk tomorrow." He offered. 

"Yeah, I can call Max and El and you can walkie the guys." 

"I was thinking we could just hang out." Mike said. "You know just the two of us."

"Just us." I repeated.

"You’re still pretty hurt, you need your rest and you know how the guys get, plus your meds are taking a lot out of you." He reasoned. "So what do you say? I can be over around 10." 

"10 sound great." I replied. "See you then, goodnight mike." 

"Goodnight." 

Placing the phone on the receiver on the bedside table I turned off the lap before getting comfortable under the cover, closing my eyes I noticed a small stream of light pushing through my eye lid. 

I open my eyes looking to the source seeing the street light right outside of the window lighting to room through the open curtain. Lifting my hand towards the window I watched as the curtains snapped closed plunging the room into darkness, ready to sleep in order to get ready for my day tomorrow. 

A few more 'incidents' like yesterday and I'll have Mike all to myself just like it was before Will went missing. 

Before we found her in those woods that night. 

Before she took what was mine.

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[judelijah]

This is going to be a somewhat chaotic PJOseries review so bare with me

I might do edits to add some of my observations I missed so... Yeah. Prepare for that. And it will def be spoilery

Okay I just watched the first two episodes of @percyseries and this is actually a fresh take and a great adaptation that is of its own just like The Lightning Thief Musical. Most of the decisions of changes they made actually make sense for a show adaptation.

Anyway possible spoilers alert ahead so

Don't say I didn't warn you!

Ep 1 : I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

Off to a good start. I love how they opened this with flashbacks when Percy was young and how he's struggling with ADHD.

Anyway like I said first and foremost, this isn't really a word by word (word for word? grammatically correct me, anyone, if I were wrong) adaptation. So there will be conversations which I've memorized from the book that will completely get cut, but will be replaced by lines that do not really stray away that much from the essence of the scenes.

Walker embodies Percy Jackson if he were to be born a Gen Z ( well I always considered Percy as a Milennial reading the book as I grew up so ). Obviously, he's still got that charm from his previous movies he starred in. No wonder at all why Uncle Rick entrusted him this role.

Tbh, I only had an issue with Mrs. Dodd's facial appearance. It looked like the CGI on her was unfinished. But the way she strut towards Percy while transforming into a Fury is *chef's kiss*

Even if it's unintentional messaging, I love how it's viewed that these people are also just so unaware and inattentive with their surroundings. (yeah the Mist does all that, Yada Yada but it kinda gave a spotlight on the perspective of an ADHD how they can also be frustrated when people around them don't notice what they see)

And I definitely think that they need to bring back the actor who played Nancy and cast her as Rachel in Season 3. I mean, no one would even notice she's the same actor as Nancy only appeared a brief amount of time.

Sally telling Percy that he's a Half-Blood was so unexpected but it made sense during that scene. The poor kid is going through an existential crisis. She's gotta give her son a break.

Also, I kinda see how that is the very reason why the minotaur found them as soon as he can, if it's still canon in here that the more a demigod know about their connection to Greek mythological stuff, the more monsters they attract and can sense them, and will come for them!

I dunno if it's just me, but the scene when the Minotaur was supposed to be chasing them kinda didn't leave an impression on me that there is some sort of danger looming? I guess part of that is because Pasiphae's son looked too cute? But the scene when Percy went for a bullride is definitely one heck of a heroic moment!

Ep 2 : I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

Mr. D is... a troll. Lol. No. I mean, I def laughed when he played Percy like that. If Jason actually watched Stanley Tucci's take on this role in the Sea of Monsters movie, I think he's actually the continuation of that. It is nothing that I expected from Dionysus reading the book but I can love this take tho.

Chiron is too kind in here. I guess it's the actor's nature emanating in this role. I kinda expected him to be also somehow stern and disappointed at times, and not too cheerful. But with that said, he's definitely the camp director you'd be visiting much so making him more approachable along those reasoning made him a perfect fit!

Tbh, kinda missing a lot of Annabeth content since her role in introducing the camp to Percy has been filled mostly by Luke.

I guess we can see more of her in the episodes that follow which is why they took that direction. I mean, I def agree that we gotta give some more screen time to Luke.

Clarisse and her siblings are ... Probably how Gen Z bullies would act right now, I guess?

And focusing on Grover's whereabouts actually is the cherry I love from this show.

I definitely want the Capture the Flag to occur at night just like in the books (which is also one of the many complaints I have with the movies tbfh), because I feel the scene when Percy was claimed would've been more "atmospheric" with the glowing trident hovering above his head in the dark surroundings... but I guess there are some issues behind the camera that that will be a very tricky so I guess I'll just let this pass.

Prediction for that Ep 3 Preview

With the scene when Sally, and younger Percy talked about how not all who look like heroes are actually heroes, the same goes with monsters, whilst looking at the statue of his namesake holding Medusa's head;

Why do I think that Aunty Em wouldn't be viewed as antagonistic here? I mean, judging from the preview of the next ep, I kinda sense a vibe that she'll willingly offer her head to Percy and somehow tell a different tale from the story that we know about the gorgons?

This is just me, I'll definitely discard this once I'm proven wrong by the show (or not) but even so, I think that is actually a change I can accept also to further the message of

"Not those who look like monsters are amonsters"

Conclusion

Obviously there are complete changes they've done; from the casting alone, and also some specific conceptual description from the books that were somehow intentionally decided that they'd do the opposite, for instance: like what I've mentioned above, playing capture at day instead of night, Chiron's a black stallion from the waist down instead of white, Mr D not looking like a hubbub (erm cherub), Smelly Gabe not being that quite bald, and the fandom's issue with the hair and all that, those things considered that are superficial that even if you completely stray away from it, there won't be that much change at all...but like what I've also said, this is a fresh take and an adaptation that stands on its own just like The Lightning Thief Musical.

Tbh, if you're watching this show without having read the book at all, I'll say this that this is very distinguishable from it, judging by the two episodes alone. It is faithful with the essence but there are details that are only physically manifested from the book which they absolutely turn a 360. You can absolutely say that you're not required to read the series before watching this at all, but I will aso advise that you read it to know what I mean.

Also I can say that at times, I can also pick up some cinematic vibes similar with the hated Peter Johnson movies by most of the fandom, and I can't also help but cry over cartons of spilled milk with those movies are, because they definitely had the potential to be great, but it had all gone into waste!

Those movies could've been what this series is if only they honored the books faithfully beforehand. Such a waste for fans like me who have to wait for this day before getting this kind of adaptation but hey! What's important is now, and RIGHT NOW THANK di Immortales THAT uncle Rick is very much involved!

[ahungeringknife]

365: April 22

Ohhhh lil baby Wolf. My sweet girl :,D She's so sweet as a New Light before I crush her dreams and soul.

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She stood at the edge of the Tower looking out at the City, the Traveler. The wind tugged on her silvery hair, casting it across her face which was set in a contemplative frown.

"What's the matter Laeye?" Ghost asked, floating next to her. She still wasn't sure she liked that name. But Ghost had said she needed to come up with something before arriving at the Tower. She could always change it later. It just... didn't feel right. But for now it was Laeye. Nice Awoken name so she supposed it suited her.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Can you hear that?" she asked him.

"The Tower? Yes, I do have the ability to hear," Ghost said.

"No," she smiled softly at him. "No I mean..." How did she describe it? It was such an alien sound but so... gentle. So soft and soothing. She'd heard it since she'd first landed on the Tower almost a week ago. "It sounds like singing," she said at last.

Ghost spun the back of his shell thoughtfully, "No," he said. "I don't hear any singing. You hear singing?" He scanned her nervously.

"It sounds nice," she said.

"What's it sound like?"

"I can't... describe it," she said after a moment, feeling useless.

"Where's it coming from?"

"Out there," she pointed out at the City, the Traveler.

"Well we can go out there and look," Ghost said thoughtfully. "Would you like to?"

"Would I get in trouble?" she asked. Cayde said she should stay in the Tower even if all she wanted was to be gone. Not even because she hated the Tower. But she wanted to know. She wanted to fill the empty well of unknowing inside of her until she was overflowing. Why her? Why was she a Guardian? What was out there? What was she capable of? What could she find out there?

"Mmm, no, I don't think so," Ghost said thoughtfully. "I think Cayde just wants you to stay in the City limits."

"Then let's go! Let's go now," she said as the wind kicked up again and blew her hair across her face.

"Okay," Ghost said cheerfully and transmatted them down.

--

Ghost followed her, Laeye- the name felt wrong even when she passed a thought on it- as she walked through the City. Eventually when what she was hearing couldn't be found in Wall Haven she got on the train that went further into the City. The train was sleek and silver, well kept and clean, and sped along a mag-lev track elevated above the streets.

When she'd gotten on in Wall Haven the train was mostly empty but as they headed towards the center of the City, towards the sound of the singing, more people boarded. Dressed as she was no one would have thought she was a Guardian but her Ghost floating over her shoulder was a dead giveaway. No one paid her any mind other than a few children some feet away who were pointing and staring. Their father looked at her, smiled, and just told his children not to point. But they stared. She didn't feel uncomfortable by the attention and everyone was politely not bothering others on the train.

"So is it getting louder?" Ghost asked against her ear.

"Yeah," she said.

"Grey's looking for you."

"Oh?"

"They had a talk with Cayde. Mr. Grey said they got him to give in and you could go back to the Cosmodrome with them."

She gasped, "Really?"

"Yes," he said cheerfully.

"Mmm. Tell them what we're doing. When I find it or have given up I'll meet up with them."

"Okay." He was quiet for a minute or two. "They said once we were ready they'd do a fly over to pick us up."

Laeye frowned. "They know I have my own ship-

"That death trap? Yeah, no," a recording of Grey's voice came out of Ghost. Laeye flushed, slightly embarrassed, slightly chastised that both Grey and Ghost knew her well enough to just have made that recording to have on hand.

"Fine," she said, wanting to fold her arms but she was holding onto the pole on the train.

--

The center of the City was a park. An enormous park ringed by some of the largest buildings in the City and in the center was a tiered pavilion that rose up under the Traveler. The gentle singing was even more intense here than in the Tower. As Laeye stepped off the train onto the platform and looked up at the Traveler she knew at once what the sound was. It was the Traveler.

She jumped off the platform and across a street which was a good thirty feet up. A few Lightless called out as she plummeted to the ground but barely inches above the ground she kicked off her Light mid air and landed lightly on two feet on the sidewalk. The Lightless stared in awe at the display but she ignored them. She was staring up at the Traveler. It's smooth white body eclipsed the entire sky but the park below it was bathed in artificial light as if it was the same clear day.

She jogged into the park and followed the paths around until she came to the pavilion that rose up to the Traveler. She could see Warlocks on the expanse of white stone like the decorations of a cake. She ignored the stairs and just jumped up each one, higher and higher. She heard the Warlocks call out to ask: what was she doing? To be careful.

The Traveler was still hundreds of feet above her once she stood at the top of the pavilion, almost zigarat, structure but here the sound was so strong. She looked up at the Traveler and saw where it hung open and haggared, its bottom like a decaying part of a half dead corpse. Whatever was within was hidden in darkness and not even the lights of the City could penetrate it. But still Laeye was filled with the song she couldn't describe. It was the sound of the Traveler, the song of the Light.

She let the Light flow through her and it was like a swift moving stream. It filled her and she felt warm and connected in the Light of the Traveler, standing beneath it. Slowly at first she started to glow. First her hair and then her skin. Light simmered from her eyes and when she breathed her breath was Light. But she wasn't afraid. As the Light shown out of her briefly the song was around her and in her and she closed her eyes as it washed over her, a smile on her face. The sound only she could hear was so warm and full of love and belonging and it was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. Would ever experience.

"Laeye?" Ghost asked after a minute.

"Hmm?" she opened her eyes and looked at her white shelled Ghost.

"Is this what you heard?"

"Yes," she said, beaming at him. "I heard the Traveler."

His shell flexed wide like a widening of an eye. "Really? You can hear the Traveler?"

"Mhm!"

"Amazing," he whispered. "What's it sound like?"

"I don't know. A song."

"Are there words?"

"No."

"A melody? Anything?"

She frowned apologetically. "Sorry, no," she said. "It's just... it just is."

"Hey you," she looked down at a Warlock on the level below her. She waved showing she heard. "Will you get down? Some of us are running tests and you're messing with our instruments."

"Oh. Sure," and she hopped down. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.

"Do you even have permission to be up here?" they asked, hands on their hips.

"Uhh... no?"

"She's new," Ghost said quickly. "Five days from the grave. We didn't know. We'll get going," and he prodded her along. The Warlock looked annoyed but didn't scold her more. She jumped down the rest of the platforms down onto the grass that was saturated from the Light of the Traveler above. "I told Grey we're done. Right?"

"I guess," she looked up at the Traveler.

"Laeye, they're here," Ghost said after a few minutes of her just staring up at the Traveler.

"Hmm? Okay. And I don't want to be Laeye anymore," she said.

"Okay. What do you want to be called?" he asked before he transmatted her away.

"Hmm. I dunno. But not Laeye. I'll ask Grey what they think when I see them."

"Sounds good," and he transmatted them both off the park to Grey's ship waiting in the space above the City outside of the shadow of the Traveler.

[jamiesoneandonly]

~you belong with me~

part two!!!

a/n: italics = y/n's thoughts , bold = eddie's thoughts. ALSO can we just pretend that the 80's had cellphones, cause why not

enjoy!!!!!!

The final bell rung through Hawkins High, and everyone rushed out of their class, eager to finally go home. As you walk up to your locker, you see Eddie is already standing there awaiting your arrival. "Hey y/n!" he screams across the hall without any regard of who's around. You timidly walk up to him. "Hey Eddie, are you ready to study?" "As ready as I'll ever be," he states with a cheshire cat like smirk. We walk off to his van with people staring in confusion and disgust. I never really understood why people were so judgmental of Eddie. He's such a kindhearted person if you get to know him. Even then just seeing him interact with Hellfire club should be enough to tell that he really is an amazing person. "Did we want to go to my place or yours?" you ask. "Are you sure we should go to your place? I'm not sure your parents would appreciate someone like me coming home with their daughter." "No, they wouldn't mind at all, I promise!" "Whatever you say love, show me the way." he exclaims. Your heart thumps at the new term of affection. "Why does he keep doing that?" You turn on the radio and Mr. Crowley by Ozzy is playing. "Oh, we can change it to something else if you'd li-" You cut him off, not listening to what he is saying, and start to sing along. Surprising Eddie with your knowledge of Ozzy, he smiles to himself. "She's definitely not what I thought she was going to be like." "You know Ozzy?" He asks. "Of course, I do! Why wouldn't I?" "Just, not that many people are so open with the fact that they know Ozzy, they're ashamed I guess." he shrugs. "Oh. Well, I don't see why they would be ashamed. His music is insanely good." As Eddie was about to reply, y/n cuts him off telling him that they have arrived at her house. It's nothing big or fancy, but Eddie thought it definitely was a step up from his trailer. "Welcome to my humble abode," y/n exclaims. "Honey is that you? Did you bring a guest over?" You hear your mom say from the kitchen. "Come on, follow me." you say with Eddie following close behind. "Hey mom, hey dad. This is Eddie. He's in Ms. O'Donnell's with me, I'm helping him with his final project." "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. l/n." Eddie greets with his hand stuck out. Your dad takes his hand to shake it while saying, "It's nice to meet you to son." Eddie feels shocked at the nickname and that your parents weren't even questioning his appearance. "Would you two like any snacks or anything to drink?" You mom asks. "No, I'm good, thank you for the offer though." Eddie replies. "Thanks mom, but Eddie and I are going to head up to my room to get started!" "Ok dear, I'll let you know when dinner is ready! Eddie, would you like to stay for dinner? We're having lasagna." "I don't want to overstay my welcome, but that would be very nice." "Of course Hun, it's really no problem. Stay as long as you need to." Eddie shocked from the whole scene that has just played out in front of him, he feels you lightly tug on his sleeve. "Let's go get started before you try and convince me that we don't need to finish your project." You get to your room, Eddie is surprised by the metal band posters, D&D characters, and the overall darker aesthetic to your room. "Wow, you are full of surprises l/n." He says while picking up a dark elf figure. "What do you mean by that?" "I dunno, I just figured your room would be more bright, I guess? And definitely didn't think you listened to metal and liked D&D." "I mean yeah, I just don't ever really talk about it at school. I'm mainly more focused on the school work. Something we should be focusing on now." Eddie sighs and plops onto your bed. "Lets get started I guess." Eddie exasperates.

And so the studying begins.

a/n: hi everyone! sorry it took so long to get a new chapter out. to be honest i would try and write but procrastinate instead. i'm trying to be better at putting chapters out and having a schedule for them. let me know what you think! and maybe let me know what you might want to see in the story! oh and let me know if i should change y/n's pronouns to something gender neutral!!