#damnit I do not know the woman in green

[randimason]

On the odd chance @fuckyeahgoodomens hasn’t been to Rory Kurtz’s website, they posted their key art for Good Omen’s Season Two.

Interesting choices of images to highlight. All gorgeous.

[bootyful-seventeen]

I am heavily contemplating on buying myself a dvd player soon and buying all the DVDs for a ton of movies and tv shows I grew up watching cuz I miss the magic of dvds

[alyakthedorklord]

Batman the Playboy

Justice League, not quite early days but before proper identity reveals, though everyone knows Batman knows theirs, bc he has Opinions™ and Constructive Criticisms™ on their secret-keeping.

The issue is brought up on random occasions. The most notable incident- the Justice League, including Batman, being Drunk for Bonding, (or hit with some kind of drug while out saving the world) and Batman, in a fit of paranoid good intentions because he CARES about these idiots, damnit, why must they be so careless, starts insulting them.

Batman, leaning heavily on the table: “GL, you’re a mess, I don’t even know where to start with you. And Arrow! Your goatee is so distinctive, it’s a wonder no one has called you out on it-“

Green Arrow, also drunk: “Alright, there’s no need to insult my awesome facial hair-”

Batman, in despair: “It’s so ugly.”

Green Arrow: (offended noises)

Green Lantern: “Okay, the only reason you know our secret identities is because you’re a rude nosy bastard who needs to know everything about us like a creepy stalker who needs an ego boost! We’re not stupid, Spooky, we’re just polite. We could figure you out easily if we wanted to. Superman can see right through your mask!”

Usually, Batman would have a good response to that. Something smart and reasonable like “villains won’t care for your privacy, I’m testing you,” or something cutting like “I don’t care enough about you to go digging, I set your secret identity as a training exercise for Robin.”

However, Batman is Drunk, because for some reason imbibing drugs that dampen higher brain function is socially acceptable and often, for some reason, expected, because it’s “team bonding” and “come on just loosen up a bit.” (Also for him, drunk=Brucie)

So what Batman ends up saying is: “I could kiss you full on the lips in my secret identity and you wouldn’t know a thing.”

Superman, plucking the glass from Batman’s hand: “Aaaand that is enough alcohol for you!”

Batman nods. Thank God. He wants to go home and sleep. But first: “Superman, yours is so stupid it’s almost impressive-”

———

Of course, Green Lantern has smelled a challenge. And Green Lantern must annoy Batman. It’s his true superpower. So, the next time they meet (sober) he brings up the issue again.

GL: “So about what you said at the party… the part where you could kiss us full on the lips without us knowing. You still confident in that without liquid courage, Spooky? Bet you your real name you can’t do it.”

Batman, regretting the fact that alcohol has ever passed his lips: “I could do it, but I will not.”

Flash, curious: “Why’s that?”

Batman: “Informed Consent. I will not risk making any of you feel violated, or manipulated, for the sake of a stupid bet and my ego.”

GA, still offended by the goatee comment, trying to back Batman into a corner: “So if we give consent, we’re fair game? Try me, Batman. Even you can’t pull this off. Anyone else game?”

Some of the Justice League laughs, raising their hands.

Flash: “Come get me, hot stuff! I’ll call you out!”

Wonder Woman: “It could be amusing.”

Martian Manhunter: “I would be far too difficult a target.”

Green Arrow: “Not just you. C’mon, Spooky, flirting well enough to get a kiss from me? I’m a classy lady.”

Black Canary: “D-class, maybe.”

Superman, wants a kiss in on the fun: 🙋🏻‍♂️

“So that’s it then!” Green Lantern says smugly. “Batman, if you can kiss… how many people raised their hands? Ah yes- HALF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, without anyone realizing it’s you, then you win.”

Batman scoffs and walks out, leaving the Justice League in stitches at their joke. Because- Batman? Being good enough at flirting to land a kiss on half the league, without it being forced or awkward, without them recognizing his body language, his voice, his build? How ridiculous!

The Batman is Autistic. The Batman does not understand jokes, especially not ones that are half truths. The Batman has consent, and something to prove.

And Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, and sexy DILF, has targets.

(Please tell me how you think he gets each League member.)

Edit: there have been a bunch of awesome additions in the notes! My own take here.

[mayhemscorner]

Kissing in mine fields

Summary: enemies to lovers? Also, I feel like if König doesn’t know you, he’s very dominant… and that carries to the bedroom.

Warnings: size kink, degradation, BDSM, slighhtttt exhibitionism

(A/N, did not realize the demand for König was so high so I’ll be posting more of my… spicy content)

The tall brute forces himself to the front as a shield, pushing Y/N back with his hands and knocking her back roughly.

“Hey, watch it! This is a mine field, not a playground damnit!” Y/N grunts, scanning the area around her for any sign of the hidden traps. With an all clear, she pulls herself up and continues scanning.

“You’ll be fine. A lot of these bombs are old. They never work anymore.” König mumbles back, haphazardly stalking on and whistling an eerie tune. Y/N could only roll her eyes, granted the mines were old, but the chances of one blowing up were actually high. 

“Seriously König, do you have a damn death wish? You’re going to get us killed.” She shouts in half panic, half anger. He stops in his tracks, towering above her as he turns and looks down at her, eyes maniacally scanning her face.

“Fine, don’t believe me? If one goes off, I’ll carry you the rest of the way. If it’s a dud, you shut up until we’re out. Which is about another half mile, I think you can manage that, Y/N.” König seethes out, mockingly patting her head as he looks around them. Finally seeing the green markings of a land mine a few yards ahead of them, he grabs a hefty rock nearby.

“If that goes off it could set off a chain reaction, you idiot. What are you even trying to prove here?” Y/N shrieks, anxiety climbing at the thought of her demise coming from a war crazed burly man.

“Too far apart. And I’m confident.” König chuckles, heaving the rock precisely on top of the mine. After several seconds, he turns to smirk at the woman behind him,” see? You worry over noth-“

König is quickly interrupted by the explosions heat creeping against his back and pieces of dirt raining on his helmet. Y/N can only throw an unamused smile that looked more of a frown. 

“That’s enough bad decisions for the day, I’m leading now, you dunce.” Y/N slips the words from her mouth in annoyance and anger, trying her best not to snap any further. Her feet are soon swept from beneath her as König hoists her effortlessly over his shoulder like a rucksack.

“What the hell are you doing?” Y/N questions, anger once again boiling at her skin as she pounds against his hardened shoulder blades that flex with every step.

“A bet is a bet. I’m a man of my word, no matter how annoying you are.” König huffs, taking a long stride to step over another mine.

“Seriously, König. Why are you so rude when we’re in the field? You couldn’t care less when we’re back on base… you’re actually bearable even.” Y/N whines out, once again trying to make an escape from the man’s shoulder, only to have a weathered hand grasp at her pack and pull her down to his arms. Now being carried bridal style, Y/N is now incapable of any movement as König can only grip tighter in this position. One arm hooked under her legs and the other resting over her breasts, it was a tight and… quite a compromising position. 

“Is it a crime to be so rude when my main focus is to protect you… the unit. The unit as a whole.” König coughs between his words, averting his gaze from Y/N’s narrowed glance that studies him enviously. 

“Bullshit, big guy. I’m going to call you on this bluff right now to save us both the heartache. You like me, but it’s against code so you figure being a dick will run me off and you can get over it faster.” Y/N scoffs, turning her head to look away. König ceases all movement, heaving a dramatic sigh and going taut,” and if that is the reason, then I guess now we can both get over it and be civil. Assuming that’s what you’ve been doing too.”

Y/N whimpers slightly, blush crawling to her exposed face and feeling regret she was one of the few that didn’t have any sort of face covering in the unit. She forces herself to look up to Königs unblinking eyes, already feeling the emptiness of her heart showing its way through with tears welling at her eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” Y/N breathes out, controlling the messy breathing and tears that pool inside of her. 

“Then I think your heart is in the wrong place. We aren’t here for a love story. We’re here to claim victory.” König grits his teeth, trying to sway the impulsive thoughts swirling through his mind. What it would be like to hear the whimper that had escaped her lips earlier in a different form, or how her throat was a perfect place to rest his hand. How tiny her waist would feel as his hands gripped at her torso and pounded her in to a state of delirium that would have them both gasping for air in between moans. He’s pulled back to reality from the much smaller hand knocking at his helmet,” you say that, but I can tell you have other things on your mind, you naughty man.” 

König looks down in confusion at the call out, seeing the devious smirk on Y/N’s face,” I have no idea what you’re talking about. What are you getting at?”

Y/N only taps her hand lightly against the impressive member that had been throbbing at her side and chuckles. König reacts rashly and drops her to the ground below as he moves quickly to cover his swelled area, causing Y/N to yelp and freeze before once again searching for a mine.

“Alright! I shouldn’t have said that, did you have to drop me though?” Y/N once again huffs seeing no mines and standing to brush herself off.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. Let’s move on.” König bites, trying his best to rub away his issue while walking forward.

“We’re out here alone, let’s make another bet.” Y/N offers, curling her arm in the crook of Königs and sliding her hand down to rest upon the one that hovered over his pants. Königs heart quickens, knowing this could either get them in trouble or killed, or worse… discharged. 

“We don’t have that much longer to go, so you can pick me back up, you focus on the mines and I’ll focus on… you. You fail in finding a mine, we’re dead. I fail to alleviate your, situation, you can do whatever you want to me.” Y/N offers, controlling his hand with hers to move slow and pressurized circles around his once again hardening cock. Königs head lulls back, getting lost in the hypnotizing movement. A clipped moan bubbles at his throat before he grips her wrist tightly,” and if I say no?”

“Then I’ll make this the most hellish walk of your life.” She giggles, flushed at the strong grip that holds her back. König can only pretend to ponder the thought before pulling her back in to his arms, sneaking glances as he walks on as she unclips his belt to gain access. It wasn’t the most comfy position, but the thought of relief was too overbearing as her hand slips below his boxers to grasp delicately at his shaft. He would never reveal his personal nickname for Y/N was Schawnz necken, but she was putting that nickname to good use in this moment. Königs legs buckle every few steps as her hand does anything but sit still, changing pace, grip and even pressure. As her fingers dance across his leaking tip, König shivers and lets put a guttural groan.

“You aren’t getting close are you? We still have several yards to enjoy.” Y/N coos, once again brushing her fingers over his tip to feel him shake once again. König can’t speak, and can barely manage to shake his head no. He scans again, seeing the fence they’ll have to climb is coming closer to view and no mines in the vicinity. The gate comes closer as her strokes become faster, pumping wildly as his steps become more sloppy. Just as they reach the fence, König can’t move any further,” Y/N, I’m going t-“

He’s cut off rudely as Y/N ceases all movement, hopping down to grab the chain link and start climbing.

“Damn. Looks like I couldn’t hold my end of the bet.” She sighs dramatically, followed by the most cynical smirk König has ever seen. She begins scaling the fence, only to be ripped down and pinned to the ground. Hands restraining her wrists, and legs digging in to her thighs. Königs body fully covered hers, making her feel minuscule and defenseless. Man, was it a good day to not be an enemy of this giant man. But, she would definitely feel sorry of the aftermath of what’s to come after gauging his size from inside his pants. The smile is sloppily wiped from her face with heated kisses, some rubbed harshly from under his veil before he rips the bottom half to expose his lower jaw and continues on. Königs breath quickens, and his hands roam haphazardly, finally landing at her belt and tearing it open. His hand brushes eagerly at Y/N’s panty line, teasing a little before finally slipping inside. Y/N’s eyes roll almost instantly to the back of her head as the pressure from his single fingertip hits her clit, causing a jolt of ecstasy. As a moan escapes her lips, a gloved hand clamps firmly over her mouth,” the others are probably right across that tree line. Do you want them to hear?”

“N-no.” Y/N stifles out, biting down on his pointer finger as another wave of pleasure rattles her. König dares to move the hand from Y/N’s mouth to expose her collar bone, as much as he’d love to devour her neck in sloppy kisses, it would be a destruction to government property. He traces her collar bone with his tongue, stopping where her two collar bones meet to suck her skin purple. Her tiny hand slips down the collar of his shirt, nails digging at his muscular back that heaved with each feral breath. 

“König, fucking destroy me.” Y/N begs, almost already on edge from just one finger that had been teasing her entrance. He pulls away, the fulfilling sound of his lips suctioning away from the edge of her almost exposed breast. She sits up to witness the full length of what she had stroked earlier. Baffled at the size, Y/N knew, he might actually destroy her. She bashfully throws her pants to the side, almost unprepared to take him fully. 

“You look scared…” König teases, stroking teasingly at his cock before lining it up to her entrance and his eyes become feral once again as a chuckle escapes his lips,” good.”

As he pushes inside of her, his hand snakes to her throat, squeezing the sides and only releasing when he was fully in. Y/N can barely adjust before his other hand finds her mouth, silencing her completely as the pace quickens. Every thrust rattles Y/N, jolting her whole body as her vision fogs, close to the edge. Her pleas all die off in her throat that was squeezed so delicately, yet harshly at the same time.

“And Y/N, I’ll be nice and let you finish, unlike what you did to me. You pull that shit again, you’ll never cum again.” König growls, thrusting at every word he exaggerates. Finally being pushed over the edge, her body convulses, and pussy gripping tight around Königs shaft, sending himself over as well. Y/N tries to mumble even a thank you, but can only babble over her words, resulting in a loving shoulder tap while attempting to catch her breath. König laughs, cleaning himself and Y/N up, then situates his pants. 

“Well, I believe we should get back. Think you’ll make it?” König teases, seeing Y/N stumbling every few steps. She shrugs, once again mounting the fence,” if I can make it over the fence maybe. Just tell the others I took the impact from one of the mines and save us both the ass chewing.” 

König smugly grins, throwing her once again over his shoulder and receiving a fit of laughter while hoisting the both of them over the fence.

“I feel like making love in a mine field would make a legendary story, don’t you?” He quips, dropping down to solid ground.

“I do. I just don’t want to be the one person known in history to be dishonorably discharged for being horny.” Y/N hits back, knocking a soft fist against his chin.

“When the ship sinks, the whole crew goes with it, Y/N.” König reminds her humbly it takes two to make a mistake.

“I’m just glad you’re done being an asshole.” Y/N fires in remark.

“Easy now, I don’t think you think you could handle a second round.” König grunts, only to have the ball thrown back in his court,” that’s what you think, big guy.”

[princessconsuela120]

Since it's spooky season, could you do an aged up ff about you convincing stan's friend group to go trick or treating with you?

PRINCESSCONSUELA'S FALLFEST EVENT🍂🧣🎃🍃

🧣 - Cozy Up: Send in any fluff requests from the prompt list that should be posted shortly. I will write a short blurb for any prompt.

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Summary: it’s Halloween, so you convince the boys to go trick or treating…even though you’re all on high school now.

Warnings: cursing, South Park…all warnings that come with that.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I adored this idea!!! More Fallfest docs coming out tonight!!! Enjoy!

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IT WAS AN EXCEPTIONALLY WARM DAY FOR FALL IN SOUTH PARK. Like Cartman liked to say, the only two seasons in South Park were Winter and July, but today was different. It was warm, WARM! In South Park! You couldn’t just let that pass up.

“Come on guys, please! Look at the sun, it’s shining! Have you ever seen the sun before?” You rambled, practically running circles around the boys as they walked to class. You and been friends with them since the 4th grade, and now being Juniors in high school, it was safe to say you were very close.

“Yes I’ve seen the damn sun before y/n.” Cartman snarked, choosing to miss the point of what you were saying. You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly as the other boys chuckled.

“We could be scooby doo, or, what about..”

“I swear to god, if you suggest crayons again I’m going to scream.” Kyle said, making you groan, shaking him lightly with impatience.

“Oh come on you guys.”

“I don’t know y/n it’s just, we’re in high school now. Isn’t there like, a legal age limit for trick or treating.” Stan said, making Cartman scoff, nudging you back.

“Yeah, it ends at 8 years old.” He teased, making you roll my eyes yet again.

“I’m sure Kenny wasn’t to go, don’t you?”

“Anything for free candy.” Kenny said, the two of you high diving as Cartman rolled his eyes in defeat.

“Yeah you know what, I can be a kid for the night for some free candy.”

“You don’t need anymore candy fatass.” Kyle teased, Cartman turning to look at him angrily.

“Aye!” He shouted, as you and Kyle laugh to each other.

“I guess I’ll go. Got nothing better to do anyways.” Stan says, shrugging as you jump up and down with excitement. You turn to Kyle, rubbing your shoulder happily against his as you smiled.

“Yay! So Kyle, what’s it gonna be?” You teased, making him sigh.

“Fine.” He pointed a finger at you. “But I’m not being a damn crayon.” You nodded in agreement before jumping and squealing happily.

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SOMEHOW YOU HAD MANAGED TO CONVINCE THE BOYS TO BE THE GHOST BUSTERS. You had found a bucket of green paint in Stan’s farm-from good knows what- and paint Cartman head to toe in green paint. You sewed together some makeshift green outfit for him to wear and deemed him the ghost to your quartet. You can only imagine how happy that made Cartman.

“Why did I have to be the ghost?” He whined, stomping behind the four of you as you came up to your first door.

“Because your fat.” Kyle said, not missing a beat.

“Aye!”

“What he meant to say, was that you just shine, like a ghost would shine.” You say, as Cartman scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh cut the crap y/n.”

“Trick or treat!” You all shouted, bright smiles on all your faces as the two adults at the door greeted you with excitement.

“Oh honey look, it’s the ghost busters!” The one woman said, nudging her husband as she pointed out Cartman.

“Yeah, and Bruce vilange.” Her husband cheered, making Cartman fume.

“God damnit I’m not Bruce villange! I’m a ghost!”

“Oh, of course you are honey.” The woman said nicely, making cartman scoff, grabbing the serving bowl from the lady and dumping half of it into his pillow case, causing you and the other boys to laugh.

“Just gimme the damn candy.” He grumbled, making you lean onto Stan as you laughed even harder. “I hate you guys.”

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“YOU GIVE ME YOUR ALMOND JOYS AND I'LL GIVE YOU MY PRETZELS.” Cartman bargained, making you frown as you held the blue wrapped candy up to you chest protectively. The five of you were now sitting in Stan’s living room, the contents of your pillow cases spilled out infront of you as you made trades for candy. Most of the time, when you were younger atleast, all the bags of chips and pretzels and drinks that you all got, you would all donate to Kenny, so he could take something home for his family. And besides that, he got to bring home the candy no one else would eat. Now Cartman on the other hand, would always try to go to bed Halloween night with even more candy than he had walking in the house. You of course, wouldn’t let this happen.

“But I want my almond joys.” You mumbled, a pour on your face as Cartman sighed, waving the bag of pumpkin shaped pretzels in the air.

“Well, don’t you want some pretzels?”

“Sure, here. I’ll give you my almond joys.” You handed him a few candy bars as he clapped excitedly.

“One bag of pretzels is equal to four.” Cartman corrected, making you roll your eyes.

“Right okay, well pretend that makes sense. Now, you give me your pretzels.”

“Ooo, ghost and pumpkin shaped, how spooky. Now, you give me back two almond joys.”

“Okay.”

“And I give you back your pretzels.”

“Okay.”

“Now you give me three more almond joys.”

“But there’s only two in my hands.” Cartman pouted, as you shook you head at him, gesturing to his pillow case.

“Then take it out of your bag.”

“Good idea.” He said, quickly digging for almond joys in his bag.

“Okay, and now you give me your pretzels.”

“Perfect. Aye!” Cartman yelled, watching angrily as you proudly stuffed both the new almond joys and spooky pretzels into you bag.

“No more candy trades boys, I’m all out.” You teased, dusting off your hands as Kyle Stan and Kenny all applauded you with amusement.

“That was amazing.” Stan muttered, making you chuckle as Cartman pouted in the corner, almost just like when you were kids. It was wonderful to be kids again on Halloween. Something the boys had missed. And even if they wouldn’t admit it, in fear of bruising their pride, they were happy you convinced them to go.

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[silent-sanctum]

Hi! May I ask for a Stardust Crusaders Jotaro x Reader?

Where reader gets cut pretty deep and is in immense pain, what would Jotaro do?

I love your stuff btw!!

hello! And thank you for enjoying my fics! Truly appreciate it😊💌 I hope you don't mind the amount of ✨angst✨ this lil work has dear anon, and I do hope you, and the fellow readers enjoy it~

Hurts Like Hell - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 1.8k+

“Hey it’s him. That infamous delinquent”

“Hey dude, shut up! He’s gonna hear you!”

“Shit,” Jotaro cursed through his bleeding wounds. His knees wobbled by the slightest with every sprint and every corner he turned, feeling the high of adrenaline decrease with each run, but he couldn’t give in. Not now. “Shit shit shit!”

“Why do women care for an edgy bastard like him anyways? It’s not like he cares for them anyways.”

His breaths turned more ragged with excruciating effort as he neared his destination. With each hurried step, his heart raced- more out of fear than from the pain and injuries his body was still coping with. Almost there.

One more turn around the corner. And he stilled, heavily panting as his anxiety spiked at the sight before him.

Buildings that used to stand firm for god knows how long, now crumbled into large chunks of debris with few of their base foundations serving as reminders of what were used to be. The streets and pavements cracked and caved in from the colliding power of two Stands. But that was the least of his concerns.

Because in the same area was where he last saw-

“Y/N!” Jotaro yelled the loudest he could, his voice echoing throughout the emptied street. He trudged through the ground, bypassing each huge pile of debris with Star Platinum aiding him in clearing them. “Answer me!”

“Hello… Just so we’re clear, I’m not here to harass you with flowery letters or sweets. I’m just here to eat in peace, okay?”

“Why do you care?”

“Damnit Y/N,” Jotaro persisted despite his severe aching, teeth gritted as he shoved past the countless debris off his path. He grew desperate. “Damnit- Where are you?!”

Eventually, his search came to a halt. And his chest might as well have stabbed him from the way his heart froze in terror. Underneath the fallen concrete of the neighboring building, a large red pool of blood crept its way out of the pile.

No. It couldn’t be. Picking up the pace, his remaining adrenaline offered him that boost to rush over to the aforementioned site. The second he stopped before the damned debris, Star unleashed an array of punches to obliterate them.

And there you were.

Jotaro let out one quivered breath. “F-Fuck.”

“Why the fuck did you follow me woman?!”

“You think I wouldn’t start getting worried whether or not you were still okay?!”

You lay motionless on the broken pavement, a gaping cut slashed from your left shoulder down to your right hip. Beside your body was the knife his mortal enemy once held in frozen time. The same weapon that was supposed to be for Joseph if you hadn’t interfered.

It felt like it all happened in a second- your weakened self, barging into the scene to distract the enemy with your Stand, time stopping for only him and Jotaro to witness, his grin widening as he walked to you to deal the severe laceration across your body. In front of him. To make him reel with agony.

He could never forget the way he trembled with anger and horror, his breath shaking at the sight of your body sliced open at the mercy of the cruel vampire.

Jotaro dropped to his knees, immediately seeking your presence, checking for signs of life to spare him his sanity. Crimson tainted his faded green top. “Hey…” He noted your fast shallow breaths and the faint pulse on your neck. “Come on.” He carefully picked you up into his arms, gazing at your face with a silent plea for your eyes to open.  “Wake up. It’s me.”

You didn’t respond.

He quivered, panic beginning to set in. “Y/N, open your eyes goddamni-“ A cough. A violent one that caused you to stir and regain consciousness with blood leaking from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes couldn’t open as wide as it normally were, but knowing you were still alive was enough for him.

You had the audacity to put up a weakened smile as you croaked out a quiet “Jotaro…”

Hearing you call for him in this state tore something inside. “Damnit.” The delinquent gritted his teeth as he positioned his arms underneath your knees and back to lift you off the ground. Though as he got up, he let out a pained grunt, his knees giving up and sharp pain stabbing him from where his shoulder broke.

“You’re… hurt,” you whispered. “Don’t… do this.”

Jotaro ignored your words as he forced himself back on two feet with your frail body secured in his arms. Star could’ve made this easier for him, but he just had to hold you close to him. Just to make sure you were here in his grip.

“The old man’s got to be nearby.” He bolted to the opposite direction, harsh breaths escaping him as he allowed whatever energy he had left to keep going. “He’ll patch you up.”

“Jojo...” Your hushed voice sent hundreds of tremors into his racing heart. Focus! Don’t panic. “I-I’m cold.”

“Fuck.” He held you closer to him, pressing your broken body close to his and shit, your skin was cool to the touch. “Hang in there. I’m sure they’re nearby.”

“You really can’t shut up, can you?”

“Hmm… I really can’t. Why don’t you shut me up more often then?”

“You brat.”

A giggle. “You ass.” And a kiss.

With his injuries worsening and his vision wavering, Jotaro’s movements grew sluggish no matter how hard he pushed himself to move. He grunted with pain as he lost his footing, tripping over a slab of debris he failed to notice.

Though as he collided with the ground, he shielded you from the impact with Star coming out a split second to embrace you from the front. Jotaro was so close. He could feel the faint sensations of the Joestar mark approaching from a distance.

He tried to get up again, albeit slower and with added agony to his efforts. But he wasn’t immortal like DIO. Just a human who couldn’t continue leaving wounds untreated. With the attempt, he cursed as he fell onto his knees and groaned.

“Please… that’s enough.” Through strained vision, he gazed down to look at you with tears spilling from your hooded eyes. ���I’m… I’m not worth… the suffering…”

“Shut up,” Jotaro said, sharp with an underlying tone of panic laced with it. “Stop talking and hang on.”

You whimpered as the delinquent made his way to a nearby wall to lean against with you pressed tight against him. “Just… don’t say anything until gramps gets here. He’s coming.”

“I… I can’t-“ You heaved and coughed frighteningly large droplets of blood onto the pavement. Jotaro didn’t know how much he could hold himself from breaking down at the sight of your immense pain. His eyes stung with unshed tears.

“Y/N?”

“It…” You sobbed, a weak hand clutching the fabric of his clothes. “I-It hurts… so fucking much Jojo.”

His breath trembled with fear, holding your head close to his broken shoulder as he held you tighter in his arms. “I know. I know it does.” Jotaro steadied you as he placed a firm kiss on the crown of your head. “But he’s coming here. And everything’s going to be okay.”

You buried your face into his shirt as tears continued to stream down your face, your shaking hands gripping his clothes.

Fuck. FUCK. “Old man!” Jotaro yelled out to the open. Angry. Frustrated. Desperate. “I know you’re near! Hurry goddamnit!” With every strangled sob ripped out of you, he could feel his chest caving in more and more with dread. “Gramps?! Pol?! Fucking anyone?!”

“Jotaro…”

His screams stopped as he looked down to you with frenzied eyes. And he wished he didn’t. You became pale, your skin colder, the blood still leaking out of your gaping cut. But even after your cries and the severity of your condition, you still had it in you to smile at him as if that would ease his turmoil.

“I’m tired…”

“No… no, no, no- You stay awake for me.” He said, lightly shaking your shoulders to stress out how much that gesture would mean for him right now. “Stay with me until others come. Okay? You hear me?”

You let out another bloody cough, the light in your eyes dimming with every second. The hold you had on his shirt loosened by a bit and your head lolled against his chest. “I… want to sleep Jojo…”

“You’re not going to sleep damnit!” He gritted out, his hands tightening from where they were holding you up. “You can do that when we get back where our wounds will be treated. So just… f-fucking just…” His voice trembled, unable to keep himself from feeling the pain of everything.

A cool palm cupped his cheek, slowly lifting his head up towards your beautiful, bloodied face. “It’s okay…” You whispered to him, your thumb grazing the tear streak running down his cheek.

Jotaro let out one shaky breath, pressing his face against the chill of your hand. He felt pathetic. Pathetic because he did everything that was almost impossible, but now… he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t heal. He couldn’t teleport. And now…

“We lost Avdol… Iggy… Kakyoin…” He muttered through his tears, wrapping his arms around you. Fuck the blood. Fuck his broken bones. “I can’t… I can’t lose you too. Not you.”

At his words, your eyes swelled with fresh tears and with a broken whimper, you uttered, “I…I want to stay here… with you.”

“Remind me that when we defeat DIO, we should frequent the beaches in Tokyo after school.” A beaming smile. “The ocean’s quite lovely, don’t you think? I want to visit it sometime, and you can come with me~”

He could feel your breathing turned faint, but he ignored it and continued to hold you close to him. He grasped the back of your head and directed it towards his shoulder. “Then stay. Because you’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” A couple more tears ran down his cheeks as he pressed his face against the side of your head. “They’re coming and... we’ll visit the ocean. Like you always wanted.”

“I… already did…” You croaked, thumbing his shining aquamarine eyes. “Every… day.”

All the strength from your limbs left as your hand dropped from his cheek. The one gripping his shirt dropping with the other. Your eyes grew heavier and the pain grow duller and duller. “Jo… Jotaro-ssi… I…”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” He began to rock you back and forth in gentle motions, his gaze now distant and his deep voice cracking with every strangled sob as everything turned hopeless. “Stay with me. It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Jotaro couldn’t tell how much time has passed, but he never ceased in his swaying motions and never-ending whispers. Even when he couldn’t hear you speak. Or when you stopped moving entirely. Even when Joseph and the Speedwagon Foundation arrived to witness the scene before them.

A broken mantra of “You’ll be okay… you’ll be okay… you’ll be okay….” was all he could say.

[cocofr0sche]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥

James x fem!reader

(Sum- You’re friend drug you out the house since you’d been stuck home for an art project. She brings you to a concert of her favorite band, until there’s a smoke break leads you to something else.)

The 6’2 curly haired brunette stood outside waiting on his band's concert to start. His eyes closed as he felt the cold breeze on his sweaty skin. James opened his eyes after a while as he recognised a sound, the sound of shoes squeaking as someone walked. He looked at the provenance of the noise and was met by you, who freshly got out of building where they’re holding their concert.

You pull out your cigarette that you’d been craving since the beginning the last band. You flick your lighter repeatedly.

“Damnit c’mon.”

James' eyes widened as he spotted the red and yellow lighter in your hand. While he watched you carefully, he noticed you trying to light a cigarette. To take a break from all this attention, James grabbed you by the hand to pull you on the side away from the flow of people.

As you look at him you finally find the words of appreciation that apparently didn’t want to leave your mouth.

“Oh, thanks.” You chuckle out.

"You're welcome. And uh.." His eyes wandered to the lighter. "Could I borrow that thing? Just for a few seconds?"

Handing the lighter without a second thought you take in his features. Tall, curly brown hair, gold rimmed glasses and hazelnut eyes. He was a looker for sure, but you couldn’t put your finger on *why* he looked so familiar.

James' long fingers cradled the lighter in his hand before he lit-up his own cigarette. "Thanks again." He said, then looked at you, this time more intently "And I still don't know your name..."

Zoning back in after your fingers made contact with his you looked back up at him.

“Oh, It’s y/n.”

James gets this look in his eyes before saying, "Y/n." James repeated the name as if it sounded like music to his ears. The tall boy stared at her for a good bit, his eyes were deep and sharp as he scanned her whole face and body.

"It suits you."

For some reason that sends a shiver down your spine. James finally breaks the stare, as if he had just woken from a trance. With a smirk, he looked at the sky and then back at her. "Anyways" He said, "What's a pretty girl, such as yourself, doing outside in the cold? You have got to be freezing."

Holding up a pack of Newport 100s you say, “Needed a smoke break while I wait for the ‘Mauraders’ to come out. My friend wanted me to hear their music, so.” The cigarette hangs lazily from your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

"Your friend must be pretty damn important to make you stand outside in this cold night. Or maybe its me?" James' grin was teasing. James flicked the ashes off his cigarette.

You let out what James can only describe as a heavenly laugh.

“Why would I be out here for you?”

James' face shifted to a smug smile, raising his eyebrows he looked at her. “I dunno" He said, his expression now turned flirty “Maybe it's to catch a pretty girl's attention. To get her warm for the night."

*that makes me smile but before I can respond my friend, Andrea, comes outside*

“Girl come on they’re about-…oh. My. God.” Andrea looks at me, her green blue eyes bigger than the earth as she looks between me and James. “Y/n, do you know who you’re talking to right now?!” I look at her confused then look at him.

James had his eyes locked on Y/n’s. He was enjoying the moment but his attention was quickly grabbed back by the woman coming out of the concert building. His eyes widen as he noticed your friend. You look between James and your ecstatic friend.

“Should I?”

James smirks. "It seems she doesn’t." James said trying to sound as flirty as he could with his voice and his body language.

In a quick movement Andrea runs up to me and whisper shouts, “That’s James potter! The lead singer of the ‘Mauraders’!” You look at her with a raised brow then at James. A simple “Oh.” Escapes your lips which earns you a soft hit to the arm by Andrea.

Meanwhile James' chest puffed up when he heard that he is the lead singer of the 'Mauraders'. The tall boy smirked before taking another smoke. He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah, that's me. But please, let’s forget about that for now. You can learn me a lot more about me later." He said, putting his hand on your lower back just above your hip line, his voice laced with sensualism.

In return of his gesture you give him a little head tilt, reminding him of an intrigued puppy. *gives him a little head tilt* such a charmer. *in the background Andrea can be heard freaking out in the background, but once again we’re interrupted. This time by the main guitarist, and his best friend, Sirius Black.

“Dude we starts in five.”

Andrea, on the verge of passing out, manages to squeal out “Oh my god it’s Sirius.” Which earns her a charming wink from the tatted ravenette.

The main guitarist being Sirius was a bit unexpected since James thought he had more time. *”She made me lose track of time”* he thought. A mischievous grin appeared on James' lips. He took one long drag and blew the smoke to the sky. His eyes met your eyes and he smirked again, this time a bit more flirtatious than before. "Looks like I won't have time to steal you for the night." James said in a deep voice, while he looked at you lustily.

Noticing the look on his face makes you smirk. “There’s always after.” You reply with a seductive, yet calm, voice.

James chuckled before he took another drag from his cigarette. At your words, a grin spread across his face. James' eyes roamed all your body, from your feet to your head. “There sure is after." He said with a tone that made him sound more like a predator than a musician.

At that Sirius clears his throat drawing everyone’s attention to him. Hearing his friends voice, James turns his body and stares at him. “What is it?" He asked, while turning off the lighter and putting it back in his pocket.

Sirius with a slightly annoyed tone says, “We’ve got to get on stage. Have your fling after the fact.”

James rolled his eyes before turning back to you. His body language still remained full of charm and sensuality. “I guess I'll have to wait after all." He said as he took one final drag from his cigarette.

As you flick the bud of my cigarette away you look up at him with an alluring expression.

“I guess so.” You say, as give him a beautiful smile that could light up a room. “See you on stage.”

James watched the bud of the lit cigarette as it hit the floor. His eyes met your eyes again with an intense stare. His eyes had the same effect he had on his fans. "I guess so" He repeated before he took one step forward to get as close to you as possible without touching. "I'll be sure to watch you closely while I play." He said, his breath was hot and his voice was still laced with sensuality.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Another mischievous grin spread across James' face as he saw your body language and heard your reply. His eyes roamed all over your body one last time, drinking in your curves. "I'll make sure to give you a good one." He said, making sure to let you know that the last sentence had more than one meaning.

In response you bite your lip and back up to the empty spot beside Andrea, not knowing what else to say or do.

As you backed away from him, his eyes remained locked on yours. James did not want to let you go just yet. Instead of letting his eyes linger, he reached behind you with one hand and put it on your waist. The other hand took his jacket by the collar and pulled you closer to him. He then whispered, the sensual tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll make sure you won't forget about it."

This causes Sirius to groan at the sound of his guitarist's groan, James pulls his hand back off from your waist. You could feel a slight shiver running across your back when James released his grip. He chuckled slightly and turned around to look at his band mate. “What now?” He said.

Sirius taps the nonexistent watch on his wrist, his way of telling James to hurry up.

James smirked and rolled his eyes. The charismatic boy put out his cigarette butt before putting his jacket back on his shoulders. “Alright, alright." Before James can start walking, Sirius takes James by his arm and drags him inside to get ready for their concert.

As they disappear back inside you turn to see Andrea staring at you with wide eyes of disbelief.

“What?”

As you look back at your friend her eyes were wide open. The wide eyed look on her face confirmed the shock from her hearing the whole exchange between you and the lead singer of the band. With a shocked look, the girl started screaming a bunch of words. “What the hell was that?!"

You look at her confused. “It was a conversation. Something that happens when two or more people exchange words.” Not appreciating the sarcasm she smacks your shoulder.

“He was flirting with you!”

This cause you to laugh. “Dre, calm down we were obviously flirting with eachother.”

A loud gasp came from your friend who was now holding her mouth. Her hands trembled with excitement as she looked back and forth between you and the closed door where James and his band mates disappeared. Her whole body was in shock. “What’re you gonna do, you two were flirting with each other! He's famous as hell. He must get with tons of chicks."

At the thought of that nothing came to mind for a response. “Mm.” Now over the conversation you put your cigarette cart in your pocket officially over the freezing weather.

“Let’s go back inside. We’ve got a band to watch.”

Your friend's eyes widened, she still seemed to be in disbelief as to what had happened and what you just said. "Are you out of your mind?" She said, pointing a finger at you. "If he asked you out somewhere... Would you really go out with him?"

“I don’t know probably.” You shrug off the answer genuinely not knowing if you would or not. *”It wouldn’t hurt to play his little game.”* you thought as the two of you made your way inside the large building.

Your friend's jaw was wide open as she followed behind you and remained speechless. She was still in disbelief about your answer. With a stunned look, she stayed behind you and did not ask any other questions. When you both got back inside, James was nowhere in sight. Your friend looked around to try and find him. She could not believe that she had just lost sight of the famous James Potter.

“Dre, let’s go before someone takes our *front row* seats.”

Your friend remained stunned for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it. Hearing you call her by her name she snapped back to reality. Her body language went from stunned to normal. Her eyes stopped looking for the celebrity and she focused her attention at you. "Right...Let's go!" She hurried behind you, trying to quickly follow you to your seats.

As you settled in your seat you got a sudden surge of excitement. *”Maybe leaving the house wasn’t such a bad idea after all”*.

The crowd cheered and clapped when the band got on stage bringing you back to reality. Sirius started their first note and the sound echoed throughout the room. The drums, Remus and the bass, Peter, quickly added itself to the melody. James went to the front of the stage and began singing the first song. His charisma and his sensual voice were on full display. The tall musicians eyes scanned the crowd for you.

James' eyes locked onto you in the front row. You could feel that his flirty glances are directed at you only. His voice and his eyes were the definition of sensuality. The tall brunette stared at you, trying to make sure you did not take your eyes off him, trying to be sure that you would understand the meaning behind each word he sang.

The look in his eyes would’ve made any other girl hop right on that stage and make out with him then and there, but surprisingly you were calm. Which intrigued him greatly.

That's exactly what James wanted. He enjoyed the teasing and the subtle flirting that the two of you were doing right now. His eyes looked more hungry and the sensuality in his voice was a notch up now. He wanted to see you jump on stage, just to have you for himself. He wanted to see you get lost in his charms and surrender fully to him.

Although, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Your eyes peered into his with a challenging look, as if asking ‘who’s gonna break first?’

A smirk crossed his lips when he noticed the sassy challenging look in your eyes. The sensuality and hunger increased in his voice. Each look you gave him made him want you more and more. He wanted to see you break first and he had in mind what he would do once you did break.

James finished the song and the whole crowd erupted in cheers and applause. The boy's deep voice was filled with sensuality and charisma. He then gave you a cheeky grin as you clapped. His eyes continued to scan the crowd to make sure he had everyone's attention, but they seemed to be glued to you.

The longer he stared the more daring you became. You gave him a seductive look with an innocent smile. *”I’m gonna make him beg.”* you thought as you maintained eye contact.

James noticed your smile and was surprised by how innocent and alluring it was. All this time he believed he was manipulating you with his charm and sensuality, in fact you were doing the same thing to him.

His whole body's response was a shiver, as you sent him an innocent smile. He could not believe how beautiful you were and to this point, he could not believe how you did not break first. The lead singer decided to end the little staring game for now and continued singing the second song.

Finally the band was on their last song. Sirius, and Remus have caught on to the little game James has been playing with me, and Andrea’s caught on to the game I’m playing with James. The three friends have no idea what’s going to happen after the concert. Little did they know they’re in for something extravagant.

Once the band finished their last song the crowd erupted into loud applause and cheers. Everyone was whistling, screaming and shouting to the bands name, "the Mauraders".

James’ voice was still as sensuous as ever, and the way he spoke into the microphone made him sound like a smooth flirt. However, instead of looking at the crowd he was fully focused on you. Once the song ended, the lead singer raised up a mic to his lips and waited.

Once again James' eyes locked onto yours. His gaze was filled with confidence and sensuality. His voice was just as sensuous and his grin was charming. Everything about him was a flirt. James then spoke in his sexy voice that was filled with sensuality. "A pretty girl caught my eye tonight. I saw her the second I got on stage. She has been looking at me and following my every move ever since. She is now in the front row so I figured she wants me to speak just to her."

Andrea’s eyes widen like before as she looked at you, jumping and giggling in excitement. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh. My. God!”

You were shocked, not expecting him to call you out. However that shock quickly became amusement, which led to you blowing him a kiss. A strike of courage you didn’t think you’d get infront of so many people.

Blowing him a kiss sent the tall boy's senses to overdrive. The lead singer could not believe what just happened. His eyes widened and his breath was taken away. He did not know what made you do that. All this time he thought you were in a staring contest with him. The whole time he was flirting with you and sending you suggestive glances.

It was clear that he was teasing you, but it was nothing compared to the bold move you just made. With the sound of the applause slowly dying down, his lips curled into another smirk.

Your friend was stunned and surprised at your bold move. She could not believe that you had the guts to do that, specially since the lead singer was so famous and had so much attention on him. Andrea shook her head and made a hand motion that made her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen. She did not want to believe what you just did.

James was still in shock too. The lead singer's eyes were still locked with yours. You could tell from his stares and his smirk that he was impressed by you.

*Andrea was still looking at you like she has no idea what got into you. All this time she used to tease you about how you had no guts to go talk to guys, so y he last thing she expected was you, to blow him a kiss. She was looking at her friend with a shocked look, almost as if she saw a ghost.

James watched the whole scene with amusement now. You could feel his eyes studying you from head to toe. The lead singers smirk was now a sexy grin.

She could not believe that you'd be bold with someone like the lead singer of the band. Still she shook her head and responded to you with a voice filled with excitement.* "I cannot believe you just did that. You don't know how crazy that was."

You shrug as you fiddle with your cigarette box in your pocket. “You heard him, we’ve been flirting since I went out for that smoke break.”

Your friend stayed silent for a few seconds before she finally replied.

"That's besides the point. He is one of the biggest rock star in the industry. He's got thousands of fans screaming his name every single night, thousands of women thirsting after him. What made you think that you two are even on the same level. You made a bold move to someone that is way out of your league."

You look at her with a proud expression. “He may be out of my league, but I’ve hit a home run.”

*Andrea could not believe what her friend was telling her right now. How can this girl be so bold with a man as famous as the lead singer of the Mauraders. She was still taken aback by the fact that you two were flirting and by the way you flirted with him too. She replied once more to you, and her tone was still filled with disbelief.* "Are you really going to try and get with him? Seriously?"

All you did was smile as you looked at her, then him, then back to her with a mischievous grin.

“We can’t leave yet.”

Andrea sighed slightly and looked back at the crowd. Everyone was leaving the hall. The staff was cleaning up all the trash and taking the used equipment out. She could now only see the lead singer waiting alone on stage, as all the members of the Mauraders had disappeared.

Her look at you was filled with disbelief as she spoke again. "You know he'll probably use you for an easy hook up. Do you really plan to stay here and try to get with him?"

You start walking then turn to look at her as you’re now walking backwards. “Even if I’m not, he still has my lighter.” After stating that your lips curl into a smirk.

*That made your friend burst in laughter. She had just realized that you went and blew him a kiss only because you're trying to get his lighter back. There was no other way to put it. You were playing a bold and dangerous game. "Are you really going to stay only for a lighter?" She asked you, her voice still filled with disbelief and amusement.

“What can I say, it’s my favorite lighter.”

As you ascend up the stairs of the stage you blow her a kiss. A friendly ‘fuck you’ in any case.

Your friend is speechless. She could not believe she was seeing this right now. You walked over to the stairs that led inside the stage and even blew her a kiss. Andrea had lost all her words. Her mouth was wide open, but in a way her eyes were shining like stars. She could clearly see that you were starting to feel the heat between you and the famous lead singer of the band. Her eyes followed you as you walked up stairs. She looked away when you looked back.

As you make on stage you see James in all his, tall, sweaty, tattooed glory. “Mr. Lead singer. Calling me out infront of thousands of people was bold.” You state with a hint of amusement. There’s a slight bounce in your walk as you get closer to him.

James looked at you with his most charming smirk. The tall boy could not even believe how you still did not break first. He was fully aware that he was playing a bold flirtation game with you. However, he was surprised by how daring you are.

The way he saw it was : you were flirting with him like there was no tomorrow. You were looking at him like he was the only person in the world. James laughed slightly before responding. "It was bold. But your move was even more bolder."

That brings a smile to your face as look down then back up at him with what James would describe as the “cutest smile known to human kind”.

“Well, I couldn’t let you show me up could I?”

He let out a surprised laugh. Your respond surprised him in a way that he did not expect. It made James realize how competitive you are. You were a woman after his heart. James replied to you with a smirk of his own. His charming smirk never faltered. "I see you are a tough competitor." James said to you.

“It tends to happen when you grow up with boys.”

A sudden thought popped into his mind. He had to try and find a way to get the upper hand on you. You were playing a bold game with him and he was slowly falling into it. James was enjoying it, that's for sure. The boy raised an eyebrow at you as he smiled. With a flirtatious tone he spoke. "So you grew up with boys, huh. Then, I bet, when you were a kid, you must have played a lot of sports."

You took a daring step closer. “Enough to get me by.”

You were walking closer to him and the lead singer's eyes followed you. The tall brunette was enjoying every single second of this. He had no idea that you were such a bold woman, yet he was loving it. He started thinking about some way to make you break first. James smirked as he replied to you. "And what kind of sport? Soccer maybe?"

“Volleyball.”

It was exactly the answer James wanted to hear. He could not believe that he was so close to winning this flirtatious game against you. The lead singer looked at your body and he noticed how the curves on your body were very feminine. With a smirk and a flirtatious tone he said this. "Volleyball? I bet you were one hell of a hitter! You know, with a body like that, I am sure you made a lot of guys jealous."

You let out a soft laugh. “D’you play any sports.”

James smirked again as he heard you talk. At this point, the two of you were very close, and the tension could be felt in the air. Your body was only inches away from him. The boy's eyes looked you from head to toe as he answered you. "I only play one sport now a days. Guitar." He said, his tone becoming more and more flirty as you two got close.

Another soft laugh. “That’s not a sport love.”

James laughed as you called him love. His gaze lowered from your face to your body. His eyes wandered onto the curves in your hips and down to your legs as his voice said with a flirtatious tone

"You're right. It's an art, a form of self expression. However, I cannot deny that playing the guitar can be very tough. There are many techniques and chords that I must learn, and I must learn to play my guitar with my fingers. That's where you come in, I am sure your fingers could come in handy."

You look up at him with doe eyes. “I’m an artists so my fingers are in fact *very* skilled.”

*James smirked at you as you spoke. The boy took this opportunity to get even closer to you. Your faces were only a few inches apart now, and he could not help but stare directly into your eyes. Your voice was filled with confidence and that made him more interested in you. The tall wizard spoke with a sensuous voice and with a flirtatious smile.* "An artist? You know, I find that very compelling. You're a very unique and interesting woman, my dear."

“My dear” played on repeat in your head as you look up at the lead singer of ‘The Marauders’. “Oh, how so?”

*James raised his eyebrows* "Well for one, you already are able and confident to play a bold game with me, a celebrity..." *He said giving you a playful look. The tall dark haired boy kept talking, a smirk now appearing on his face as he teased you. "I am sure men are drooling over you everytime they see you. You don’t even flinch when I flirt with you." The famous singer added.

A small dry laugh escapes you. “Would you believe me if I said guys don’t spare me a second glance?”

James laughed, not believing a single word of what you just told him. You were so pretty and elegant, and you had a very feminine curve to you that was not something a boy could miss. The tall singer raised an eyebrow at you once more as he kept talking. "You can't be serious. I do not believe a single word of what you just said."

It’s true. I’m a nerd that reads and does art in her free time and for work. I have *one* friend that drags me places like here otherwise I don’t leave the house. Your lips curl into a smirk. “Most guys don’t even know I exist.”

Your story was very interesting to James. The way you described yourself as a nerd that stays in the house most of the time, a girl who does art, a girl whose hobbies are different. James' eyes were now roaming all over you. His smirk never faltered, even as he looked at you in a flirtatious way. His eyes would occasionally glance at your lips and your body. “You know, I find that very interesting. I love a woman who I could call unique, different, and a nerd."

“Yea?” You ask giving him the slightest held tilt.

Once again your head tilt caught James off guard. It only made him more intrigued and interested. The boy's eyes started going back to roaming over your body once again. That made him start speaking with more of a flirtatious tone this time.

"I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m sure you are a very mysterious girl. I just can't take my eyes off of you and just the way you carry yourself says a million words. I bet you're just as mysterious as you're lovely."

James did not waste any more time. His eyes stayed locked on you as a big grin spread on his face. His flirtatious voice started making a comeback. He could not believe how close to your face he was at the moment. The lead singer looked you in the eye with his very seductive tone and smirk. "Now that I have finally met you up close, I can see it in your eyes. This beautiful and mysterious aura makes you more interesting and attractive. You're just one big mystery to a man like me. And you know, I think I'd like to uncover that mystery."

Taking a step forward you gently, you place your hand on his abdomen. You can feel his tone body against your fingers through his damp shirt. “What kind of mystery am I, Mr. Lead singer?”

James smirked again as he heard you speaking. Your body was now close to his, and he could feel your breath against his skin. The lead singer took a few seconds to answer this time. The boy took a step closer to you as well, his eyes now going back to roam over your body again. Your curves were definitely something not to pass up, and this made him very interested. His charm was at its peak and he spoke like the typical flirtatious boy he was. "You're the kind of mystery that's hiding something special under the surface. I would love to unravel you and learn more about you..."

“Hm, unravel me?”

James was not letting you take charge of the flirtatious conversation. He wanted to be the one who took the lead and not let you have the upper hand. The boy looked at you with his confident and charming eyes as he spoke. "That's right. I would love to unravel every single thing about you. Your mysterious aura makes me wonder what's hidden beneath that pretty face of yours. Maybe you're hiding some dirty little secret under that elegant nature of yours."

Once again a smirk plays its way onto your face. “Speaking of secrets, there’s a secret surprise on the lighter you borrowed from me.”

The bold and flirty lead singer was starting to feel intrigued. Your bold replies took him by surprise and made him more interested. He raised an eyebrow at you once more as his eyes stayed on your body. The way he was watching you was like a hawk eyeing its prey. Finally James replied to your last statement. "And what is this... surprise on your lighter?"

“My number.”

The lead singer froze when he heard that. You were serious? You were actually making a bold move? James' smirk disappeared for a split second and he was replaced by a very shocked boy with his heart beating like mad. "Is that so? Are you sure you want to give me your number? Because once I have it, I will probably won't be so easy to get rid of. And I might even end up calling you whenever I feel like it."

“I’m always free.” You start walking backwards. “Oh and consider me hooked Mr. Lead singer.” While walking backwards you give him a lazy two finger salute before walking off the stage and back to Andrea who is beyond shocked and excited.

James is still staring at you as you make your way back to your friend, Andrea. The lead singer was left speechless and without words. You were bold, confident, competitive and so mysterious. All those qualities had made James want you even more. He could not deny that he was starting to feel very interested in you. The boy then took a deep breath and turned around and headed back to his bandmates whispering to himself.

“She’s going to be the death of me.”

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance

Dean x Reader

Part 4 🥰

A/N: Okay y'all this is where the magic is, it truly starts here...🥰🐞

Warnings: Some light swearing, Some Sexual Content, Anger, and that's about it🙈

It's been days, no really weeks since you've seen Dean around, Bobby told you, that he and Dean talked about what happened to you after seeing you in tears, you wouldn't say your angry at him for telling Dean, just a bit nervous, maybe even disappointed, you started falling for this man with his charming smile and now all that has gone to hell. His just going to look at you, with eyes filled with pity, thinking that your some little broken version of that 20-year old girl, well your not, your stronger because of it.

You asked for your order of vanilla latte to go, not feeling up too running into him, anger flushes your cheeks, yes your angry, at him, for meddling and not giving you the chance so that he could really get to know you, without all the drama. Thanks Julie, your voice sounded more distant, than you wanted it to. Trying to get a cab to pull over and pick you up, is clearly not in the cards for you today, well I'll just walk then, you mumbled too yourself. Throwing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. Searching for your phone in your purse, while walking, was not a good idea, you bumped into something, looking at what it was, that's when you saw him, sun shining through his hair, damnit you said underneath your breath, Dean!

Hey, he says, a small smile tugging at his perfectly, kissable lips, sorry I didn't see you, you strutter, oh its okay, I'm glad I get too see you though, his green eyes, piercing through your soul.

Well I need to go, your voice a little more shaky than anticipated. No wait! Dean says. I don't want to wait, I don't want you looking at me, like I'm going to break anytime soon, I don't want too see the damn pity in your eyes, you ruined everything ,the words roll over her lips.

His flinching at the anger in your voice, what? I haven't said a word, nor have I looked at you with pity, I wouldn't do that. I just... Deciding you heard enough of him, your heart can't take it anymore, you turn around, started walking towards the other side, swaying your hips, like your showing the irritation and anger, that's inside you. Not turning back once to see what he's doing, you wanted to, but you knew you couldn't, it would be like your heart is betraying your mind, so you just walk on.

.....

Looking at you while you walk away, surprised look on his face. Damn this woman will be the death of me, he thinks, biting his lip, while watching you sway your hips, like some kitty cat that couldn't get her will. I'll leave her alone then, that's the right thing to do.

Hell no, you will not Dean Winchester, man up fool, he gives himself a little pep talk, before sprinting towards your direction.

Right behind you, he grabs your hand, wait he said, you flung to him, wanting to spit some fire to him, but before warning, his lips crashes to yours, it started out gently, but the closer your bodies came, the more your lips did the talking, and your tongues just along for the ride, his fingers tangled in your loose hanging hair, all while the other hand is on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. You slightly standing on your tippy toes, so he doesn't have to bent done as much, forgetting where you two finds yourself, the kiss goes deeper, neither of you can hold it anymore, the two of you needs to come up for air, breathing heavily still snug in each others arms, he is the one to break the silence first, sweetheart he says still out of breath but satisfied with himself, I don't pity you, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you, and I probably never will. Your brave and free, you are strong and a bit cheeky, he let's out a little laugh.

You look up too him, into his eyes, searching and that's when you can see it he means every single word he says... Tears burning, to spill over the edges, you can't quite seem to find the words, how much it meant, hearing him say that, thoughts racing through your mind, he doesn't wait another second, for his lips to find yours again, standing out in the open, on such a cold day, first sign of snow flakes falling but you never felt so warm in your life, you thought, getting lost in the rhythm of your dancing tongues.

[lunarosewood23]

FFXIVWrite2024 Prompt 5: Stamp

XVI DLC, MOTR and Endwalker spoilers, also XVI -> XIV crossover. Deryk go helps his problem child cleric. FT's @inkblood-mistrieu"s Mingxia and a brief mention of @starswornoaths's Serella.

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Deryk’s head shot up at the sound of chirping, but not the chirping of the birds flying through Mor Dhona, but more akin to-

“Dad!! Please help! There are people dying and I don’t know what to do!!”

He sighed. His cleric, or as the others called her, his little problem child.

He slipped away from everyone and sprinted towards the Omphalos, thankfully arriving with no trouble. Though what beheld him was shocking to say the least.

His cleric, Mingxia, along with what appeared to be three men at death’s door, and many more either injured or severely aethersick.

He sighed and knelt by Mingxia, there was no helping it right now, and he hoped she wasn’t entirely lucid to really remember this anyway.

Forgive me my friends...

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick Dad...” She grumbled. “Ate something really evil and bad...”

“It’s alright, I’ll do what I can.” He soothed as he hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Close your eyes Mingxia.”

When she did so, he pulled some yew leaves from his pouch. He placed three upon the three men who were dying before placing the remainder in his young cleric’s palm before whispering something over them. He heard a crack and saw that the three men who were at death’s door were nearly petrified, but his efforts made the stone crack, revealing healing skin underneath. It wasn't much, they would still need the aid of a healer, but it was a start.

A harsh wail caught his attention and he quickly saw the source of the noise.

A baby, laying near the group and wrapped in a beautifully woven swaddling blanket. He wasn’t the best with children, and at least one of his friends was far better suited to soothing the babe.

Maria, Nymeia, I beg your aid.

A woman appeared before him and sighed.

“You've gotten yourself in a right mess with this Oschon.” Nymeia sighed, her soft orange eyes teasing him. “Let me see them.”

Deryk sighed as she moved closer, gently scooping up the tiny child and began humming a lullaby, the child's cries stopping almost immediately.

“Poor thing...” Nymeia started with a frown. “His start was a cruel one, and the family that once trapped him is long dead as he was locked in time. I’ll see if I can talk to Althyk and see if his aether has been altered from being locked in time. The magic within his soul is ready to run wild, but it recognizes that he’s not in that horrible place anymore...”

Deryk sighed in relief. “Thank you Nymeia. It means the world that you came to help.”

“It's no trouble, Oschon. But your cleric will be. You will have to reveal yourself to them soon.” Nymeia warned.

“I know...and yet I still wish we could-”

A thunderclap and Deryk’s head shot up.

“Damnit! I told the Valisthean to stay in Mor Dhona!” He grumbled. He looked to Nymeia but she had already vanished with the child, so he looked to his cleric and sighed before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Stay alive for me Mingxia, at least until help arrives.”

With that he bolted from the Omphalos, reappearing to see Cidolfus Telamon throwing a lightning bolt at one of the mobs near the gate of Mor Dhona.

“Damnit Telamon, I told you to stay in Mor Dhona!!” He shouted in annoyance.

“And I told you that I'm not waiting around if some of my people made it back here. I'm going to do what I can to help.” Cid replied with a stubborn glint in his green eyes.

Deryk rubbed at his temple. “And Serella, G’raha Tia and I all told you the best way to do that is to wait in the Rising Stones! You still haven’t fully recovered and the aether is stronger than what you are used to.”

“Your healers have already cleared me to wander-” Cid started but a hand tugging his sleeve cut him off.

“Unca Telamon!” Argasar, one of Mingxia’s and her polycule’s kids, called. “Mama said no fighting!”

Cid blinked but sighed as he knelt to ruffle Argasar's black hair, being mindful of his horns. "I have no interest in fighting kiddo, promise. But your mama's brought people I know, and I have to help them."

"But you’re still hurt too Unca. Pweeze stay? Mama would be sad if you got hurt more on her part." Argasar pleaded, his brown and pink eyes wide as Deryk snickered.

Argasar heard that and frowned. “Don't laugh Grandpa. Mama would be mad at you for being mean to Unca...”

Deryk blinked as Cid laughed and scooped a giggling Argasar up. “Alright alright I'll stay. If nothing else than to make sure you little rascals don't cause any trouble. How did you slip away from your grandmother anyway?”

Argasar giggled more as he walked away, and Deryk caught a glimpse of an aetheric stamp on Cid’s lower back.

A sakura flower.

Deryk put his head in his hands. How did he miss that??

Mingxia, my little bird of a cleric, you really are going to be a problem...

[deeptrashwitch]

A Haunting Past (pt.3)

Tw mention of extorsion, allusion and mention of torture, metion of PTSD, (I'm not sure I wrote it accurately, my apologies in advance for any mistake) mention of a panic attack.

She was basically running through the base, without even think about the fact she wasn't in Black Tomb nor the damage to her reputation, she just had in mind one thing. Go and save Elías, go amd avoid him to have the same destiny as her. But while the call tried to connect with three tones, someone snatched her phone from her hand.

When she turned around, ready to fight for the phone, Edward stared back at her. He hung the call as he holded her gaze, without any expression but tense and ready to fight if it was needed. And when she gave a step foward, the pilot gave a step back, this time putting away the phone.

"Give it back" she demanded with a frown

"No can do, you were about to do something stupid" he answered with a neutral voice "and if you even think to fight me for this, then be sure I'll smash it before smacking some sense into you"

"Is that a threat?"

"We both know I would loose my time if it was, can you fucking react once and for all?"

"Excuse me?"

"You were trying to do a deal with Golden Empress, are you crazy?!"

"I have no option"

"You do! Damnit Alicia, I just ask you not to sell your fucking soul to that woman!"

"Edward, hear me out..." she growled, just to be interrupted

"Hell no! You aren't thinking straight, so YOU hear me out!" he snarled, surprising Alicia "think about it! Even if Xiao Chen agrees, since when she does something for free?! What will she ask you in exchange?! Are you willing to pay?!"

"I will-"

"No, you won't! Stop saying stupid shit! She's way more ruthless than you! She won't ask for money and you know it!"

Alicia frowned again, but stopped for a second, with the fear fog clearing for a moment, sending a chill down her spine. He was right, Xiao Chen wasn't someone to give without taking, and if she asked her for a favor so big...it wouldn't be good for her. She blinked in silence, but kept quiet, just thinking while he continued talking, well...scolding her.

"And think for a second about where we are! This isn't our base! What the brazilian authorities will say if they see you this unstable?! They won't take seriously Green Chameleon if you show them that you aren't in your right mind!" he shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders "do you want him to get away?!"

"I..."

"Edward is right" Noah commented, leaning against the wall, just watching everything "Cap, I don't know what happened and it isn't my place to ask. But please, think coldly about it, don't do anything you'll regret"

"Listen, whatever happened, we'll lead with it when we're back at home" Edward murmured, letting her go "but don't do this to yourself. Just...try to stay calm"

She nodded, but inside she was thinking that it would be more difficult to do. Anyway, she ordered to prepare the plane to go back as soon as possible, the time was running and she won't waste any second. Edward nodded before walking away with a sigh, meanwhile Noah said that he would tell the others to pack, leaving Alicia alone.

She started to walk again, now feeling unable to breathe correctly while her head started to spin. Soon she had to lock herself in a bathroom, leaning against the metal door and slowly slinding to the ground, sitting in the cold floor. Even if she tried to control it, the flashes attacked her without any mercy.

"Please no! NO!" Hope, no, Kate pleaded when she saw her being dragged outside of that dark cell "wait!"

They dragged her throught that aisle towards that room where the hell awaits, she wasn't even able to resist with all her wounds, she just prayed to anything to end the suffering. Once they were there, it was the same thing again, handcuff her and tie her to that metal chair before starting with the interrogatory. Every cut, every punch was harder than the latest, and it just broke her mind a bit more.

"You can stop it, Guardian, just say it all" the blurry face made her look up "only tell me what Orisha needs to know"

"Go...to...hell" she whispered with difficulty

"You really are irritating me, why can't you be useful?" the person said with a growl "I'll get rid of the useless crap then"

The knife was put over her cheek while the person hummed, and slowly the pressure over the sharp edge stung her face, and a little blood rolled down her cheek. And with a fluid movement the person slashed it down, just stopping when the cut reached the jaw and they smiled when she screamed in pain. Without another word he continued, cutting over her nose, her lips, her other cheek, and crossed another cut side to side.

Soon she was sobbing, but she didn't say anything, just stared down to the floor. But she tried to squirm away uselessly when she saw the syringe in their hand, and once the tip was pushed into the wounds...the scream echoed through the walls.

She snapped back to reality and had to stumble towards the toilet, dumping her stomach inside with trembling hands. Barely she could contain the sobs and the screams that were threatning to go out, but soon she started to sob as she felt dizzy and how her head just wasn't in its place. Alicia tried to stand up and go, but she gagged again while she felt an acute pain over the scarred wounds, and it started to tingle.

For a second she put her hand over the burn scar, feeling the temptation of scratching it as it started to burn again. Then the little whispers, that old voice, appeared on the back of her head, the pleas, the apologies and the sadness. She only went back to her senses when a sting pain on her neck brought her back, and she started to breath deeply with her eyes closed telling to herself that everything would be okay, opening them again when she didn't feel in danger anymore.

Alicia looked her hand, now with some blood under her nails, and then stared at the mirror. For a second she had a flash or a hallucination, she wasn't completely sure, and during an instant...Allicia saw how the scars reopened and her reflection looked back at her with that dead eyes. With a deep sigh she looked away, hating that image that will never go away, because she was the living reminder of what happened.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" she whispered while she washed her hands

After that she composed herself, walking to her temporary room to go pack, now feeling a void of fear. Thinking that Elías could pass for the same shit...no, no, he won't, that's the only thing she will never allow even if she had to do the unthinkable for that. Once she was inside the room, she took her medicine and swallowed a pill while thinking...when was the last time she took one of those?

Lastly she cleaned the little wound on her neck and put a bandage over it, anyway it wasn't anything to go to the medic bay, that could wait until they are back. And when it was time, she took her bag and went to the plane, thanking and saying her goodbyes to all the soldiers that helped them during the mission. She sat in silence, just staring at the tied bags without noticing Jackson's frown, but just looked by the corner of her eye when someone sat down by her side.

It was Luke, just as always, but this time there wasn't any jokes nor chit chat, instead they were in absolute silence. And maybe it was better like that, Alicia said to herself, right now she was in a loss of words and even if she wasn't...she wouldn't know what to say to him. Like that the plane took flight while Alicia started to play with the dog tags, thinking on what was happening, the past was repeating itself and maybe now everyone she knew are in danger.

Those were eighteen long hours until they arrived to Killeen, to Black Tomb as well, and once they were there...Alicia stayed behind as she waited for everyone to go. And once she was on her own, she walked towards the conference room where she knew Wraith was waiting. By every step she gave, her expression became darker and darker, filled with anger and hate until she arrived there and walked inside.

"So Fowlett gave you the news" Dominique said while she looked at how Alicia threw her bag into a chair "how much time do you think we have?"

"Two weeks and four days"

"That's surprisingly exact"

"If these bastards are doing it again, then we have two weeks and four days before they kill them all" she answered with her eyes lacking of any kind of shine "or until they press enough buttons"

"What does that mean?"

"Wraith, do you really think I'm the only one who can do what I did? Don't be naive..."

"You wanna stop another Broken Statue"

"Exactly, and this time isn't only me"

And once she said that, a call entered, and before Wraith could check the number...Alicia answered. The face of a man, similar to the Captain, maybe a bit young looking, stared back with a frown.

"August" she said with a stone face

"Alicia, I guess you heard what happened" he murmured, with worry hidden behind the anger in his eyes "what will you do?"

"Isn't it obvious? They'll pay for taking him"

"Good, how long will it take?"

"As fast as I can"

"Mmm..."

"Don't give me that look, anyway, I need a favor"

"What kind?"

"Don't tell anything to our grandpa"

"...I don't know what do you mean?"

"Oh, you don't? Don't take me as stupid, last time you told grandpa and he was this near of intervene" Alicia said with a little smile "he isn't prepared for those news anymore. If it's needed all our cousins and my siblings will help, but leave our grandparents and parents out of this"

"You sound so sure about this"

"I did that kind of rescue before, and I'll do it again"

"If I trust you with this, how are we sure you'll succed?" August said with a sigh, but then just shook his head a bit "forget it, stupid question, good luck"

"Thank you...y'know, he'll be back for you dad's birthday, I promise"

"I hope so"

The call was finished and for a second none of them moved, but Wraith then put a hand over Alicia's shoulder without a sound. She sighed and grabbed the agent's hand, squeezing it as a 'thank you' gesture, trying to keep her head clean. Then the Captain turned to look at her, tired and worried, a sight Wraith hadn't seen in a long time.

"When can I go to rescue him?" Alicia asked

"If everything goes right, then right after you and the boys go to eliminate Black Swan"

"So Shanghái is the next step"

"Yeah, I hate to send you there because of that bitch, but we don't have any other choice"

"I know, I don't blame you" she said with a sigh "eliminate, huh? Why not capture?"

"Green Chamaleon is pragmatic and will cooperate to avoid as much punishment as he can, but Black Swan is a brute who only has good memory for money and the people they've took from"

"I heard it, they extorsions them and kill them if they don't pay. Even make them sell everything they have just to get the money"

"Exactly, they have the little towns under their thumb"

"But why the Chinese government allows it? I don't understand"

"They go for little towns far away from the center of the province or they find corrupt people, they always have a thing to hold into"

"They followed Chen's steps"

"Just like that, that's why she's so worried about her things"

"Hmmm"

After that Alicia nodded, taking again her bag, now going to the armory to left the guns she used. She started to clean the guns, just doing it in automatically, then passing to her karambit...so shiny and sharp, but she hasn't used it, she hadn't need it yet. Then someone sat down by her side, scaring and startling her, but she got relaxed when she noticed that it was Luke again.

"...How you feeling?" he asked with a worried face

"Tired" she admitted before sighing and leave the rifle aside "sorry for my reaction before, I was stressed"

"No need to say sorry, I noticed it" he said with a little smile that dissapeared in a second "I'm sorry for doubting you"

"You joking? C'mon boy, you had and have all the right to doubt me, there are many things I haven't told you...and maybe it'll take time for you to learn about it"

"Then I guess it's good that our deployments are long as fuck"

"How funny"

"What happened? You seemed scared when we were in Brasil"

"That team of the 10th...it's my cousin's, they captured him and I'm fucking scared that they'll pass for the same I did. And the place where they are, is one I rather to forget" she murmured with a deep sigh "and now we have to go to lead with Black Swan, everything is just...going worst and worst"

"We'll found them, and kill Black Swan" he said hugging her by the shoulder "don't worry, we'll figure everything out"

"I really hope you're right"

"Hey, would you let me take a look of that wound on your neck? Seems like you don't want to go and hear Jackson's scolding"

"...It isn't anything to take a trip to the medic bay"

"Still, I know your luck"

Alicia chuckled tiredly, but peeled of the bandage on her neck, allowing Luke to see the wound. The red-haired bit his cheek to prevent himself of saying anything stupid, but he took the first aid kit he brought and started to clean the wound. It was a long line that stopped bleeding not so long ago, surrounded by many little scratches, and Luke knew in a second...that was made by human hands.

With a sigh, he put another bandage over the wound, then looked at her hands. In silence he gave her another bandage for later, trying to ignore the little red in her nail.

"Let's go, we need to prepare everything for the next mission"

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

Did you get what I hinted at?

They've been back in New Texas a year. The gods decided to let them relax for a moment as they adjusted their bodies to deage them because, like hell, they would let them die. Thomas is the oldest, only by 6 minutes, who was humming along to a recording of his father. Thankfully, the five of them managed to get a job at this museum while the fucking deities fix the pesky problem of aging. Thankfully slowly so it's not as painful as last time.

"Hey fuckface." Mae comes up from behind slapping the back of Thomas's head. "Did you hear the news?"

Thomas huffs. "Nice to see you too, Sallie Mae." He turns to face his twin. "No? Aren't you with Alex? You know how they get when left alone."

Mae rolls her eyes. "Alex is fine. There's some massive commotion right by the edge of town. Something about a giant ship landing."

"So? It's not as if we don't get no visitors. The museum is popular." Thomas crossed his arms.

A woman runs between them. "Fuck you guys! Fucking shit!"

"Damnit, Janet, I told you to stay with Alex and Trevor!" Mae huffs.

"The ship! The fucking ship!" Janet takes a breath she ran as full pace to them. "It's the fucking Aurora!"

Mae and Thomas stare at her.

"Ex fucking scuse me?" Thomas looked around to the empty museum floor which only happened at closing. "What the fuck do you mean it's the Aurora?"

Mae shakes her head. "No impossible, that ship was destroyed, and dad was the only one left. I don't give a shit what this museum claims. We all fucking know dad left because that inspector came and picked him up. He wouldn't leave for any other reason."

"Mae's right. The gods would have to get involved to make him leave. If it's him I'm eating my fucking hat." Thomas huffs. "Might as well see what the fucking hype is."

Janet scoffs. "I know damn well what I saw, Tommy. We've seen the impossible." She starts to head back, and her two older siblings follow.

.......

"So what is this important thing you want to share with us?" Nastya raised her brow.

Jonny stares into the curious crowd that has formed about their ship. "You'll realize once I take you there." He frowns and reaches out to hold Tim's hand. "It's not exactly something I have ever shared. I don't even think this museum they built has that information."

"Sad?" Tim's voice was quiet as he was relearning to talk.

"Bittersweet." Jonny sighs. "I'm happy it happened. I'm not happy how it ended."

Tim nodded seemingly understanding, but it was hard to tell as he regained more of himself it was a very slow process.

"Sand Skipper, whatever it is, we'll all be here for you." Valerie ruffles her hair as she steps out barefooted on the burning hot sand.

Marius pats Jonny's shoulder. "I wonder what your museum is like. Did you tell them to call you captain?"

Jonny elbows Marius, but there's a smile on his lips. "Fuck you. I ain't as full of myself as you."

Lyf chuckles, pulling Marius out of the ship. "For once this is a moment I can appreciate my species is practically extinct. I would die from the embarrassment alone for having a museum dedicated to myself."

"I would love that inspector. It would be my personal sanctuary." Marius's nose bleeds red as Lyf punches him in the face, but there was a slight green tinge. "Oho, are you flirting?"

"Fucking shit Jonny look at what you started." Ashes snickers. "Also, your shadow has already wandered off into the sands."

Jonny blinks, staring at the spot Tim was in. "How the fuck does he do that?"

"My theory is the plants." Carmillia sighs. "Mostly because I literally don't understand how they work."

Raphealla tugs Carmillia along. "He still doesn't know what it means to make noise."

Jonny shakes his head. "Ivy?"

"I'm going to grab every book they have on you." Ivy says quietly, walking out of the ship.

"Of course you are." Jonny shakes his head and is the last one to leave Aurora. Brian left silently, giving him a hug. He should probably find Tim first before he shows everyone the memorial cave.

........

"Like Jonny." Tim's voice was incredibly soft.

Trevor and Alex both shriek in surprise.

"Fucking shit. How the in the world did you sneak up on us?" Trevor rubs his face. "Wait fuck me, you're Gunpowder Tim."

"Just Tim." Tim tilts his head staring at the two.

Alex was the odd one with both a male and female set of horns and mixed features, but she obviously takes after Jonny, both of them do. "Ok, just Tim, what are you doing?"

"Look like Jonny." Tim seems to be studying them.

"Right, well, we should." Alex looks to Trevor, who just shrugs. "Why are you here?" They try to ask again.

Tim tilted his head. "Museum."

Trevor raised a brow. "You mean the D'ville museum?"

Tim nodded his head and smiled. "Husband museum."

"He does view you as his partner." Trevor smiles softly. "Alright, you're lucky we work there."

"Yeah we'll show - what the fuck!" Alex slaps Tim's hand off their tail. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Don't get lost." Tim pauses and frowns. "Don't want to get lost."

Alex takes a breath. Something was clearly wrong with him. They knew better than to pry, and he seemed actually scared to get lost. They groan and hold their tail out. "No pulling."

Tim lights up. "Ok!"

Trevor raised his brow at his sibling. "Seriously?"

"Oh fuck off something is clearly wrong with him." Alex huffs. "Besides, there has to be a reason they're here. He can't be the only one on the ship."

"Well, I know that, but still." Trevor sighs. "I know that's a sensitive issue for you. I can just let him grab mine."

"No, it's fine." Alex crosses their arms as they move forward. "He's obviously way too out of it to truly hurt me, and I can defend myself. You're here too, so I'm not worried."

Both look back at Tim who seems completely unaware that they are talking about him.

"Right.... yeah, I really don't think he's a threat. Also, what's up with the greenery?" Trevor looked over Tim, who was wearing a sleeveless version of his trench coat and jorts. He didn't have shoes on and both knee that human feet aren't made for the blazing sand.

"I have no clue. Anyway, we're here." Alex stops, and Tim nearly crashes into them.

Tim points at the building. "Museum?"

Trevor nods. "Yeah, this is the museum. Hopefully, Thomas is here to figure this out, or even Mae."

"Janet fucked off before this ass showed up, so I highly doubt she would be help." Alex turns and yelps in shock.

"Jolly Good, You Made Friends Tim." A wooden being in uniform salutes.

"Hi TS." Tim waves.

"I thought dad made that up." Trevor blinks.

"Mae told us she saw it, but I didn't believe her." Alex shakes their head.

"Nastya Asked Me To Find You On Behalf Of Jonny." TS grins.

Trevor and Alex stare at each other.

"Da- D'ville is here?" Trevor stares at the wooden creature.

"Husband is here." Tim smiles. "I went faster than him."

"You Share Similar Features To Jonny." TS marches forward. "Keep Up Timothy. We Have Much To See."

Alex rushed forward. "W-wait, we work here. We can show you guys around."

"Jolly Good." TS smiles.

Trevor clears his throat. "We can start at the beginning and move from there. It's a lot, so please do follow along and stay close."

Tim nods and holds onto his tail.

Alex mumbling. "Ok, he does that to everyone. I feel less gross now."

.......

"Hey." Ashes stood over the three talking among each other who were looking at Aurora.

Thomas spins around. "Hello!" He glares at his sister's who giggle at him.

Ashes looks to Nastya next to them and raised a brow.

"Don't look at me. You wanted to ask the locals." Nastya rolls her eyes. "I wanted to know what they were planning with Aurora."

Mae snickers with Janet.

"Fuck off both of you." Thomas huffs and his tail lashes behind him. "We ain't doing shit to your ship."

"Not that he can. Ass can't even figure out how to fix a table." Janet snickers.

"He fucking set a toy set on fire." Mae starts to laugh. "There wasn't even any electricity."

Thomas groans. "You both are fucking useless. I'm going back to work."

Ashes smirks. "Where you work, kid?"

"The fuck you calling a kid?" Thomas narrows his gaze at both who are clearly much taller than him.

"You obviously." Nastya rolls her eyes.

The two women stop laughing.

"Relax, Thomas, we ain't here for trouble. We work at the D'ville museum." Mae sighs. "Most foreigners always stop there when they visit anyhow."

Janet shrugs. "We can show you both if you want. It's nothing spectacular if you don't enjoy history." She nudges Thomas.

"Yeah, yeah." Thomas cracks his neck relaxing. "What are you guys even doing in New Texas? It's not exactly a great tourist trap. Most species can't handle the heat."

"I'm normally cold, so this is a much needed change." Nastya smiles. "Why talk so lowly of this museum? I've heard many amazing things D'ville has done to this planet."

"Because it ain't special." Thomas rolls his eyes and marches forward. "We know for a fact that D'ville never wanted a museum and wanted his legacy to fade to dust."

"As everything dies except him." Mae continues. "What's the point of saving it if death forgets you?"

"The people should be smart enough to not fuck up and repeat past mistakes." Janet has a small smile. "And if not, burn it down and start again."

Ashes hums. "Have you practiced that?"

Thomas snorts. "It's a bedtime story. We grew up on them."

"It ain't nothing." Mae clicks her tongue. "The people here will tell you the same shit."

"If yer local the memorial is where you actually visit to be respectful not the fucking museum." Janet crossed her arms. "Everyone should know that."

"They ain't local." Mae elbows her. "Besides, I highly doubt they want to visit a graveyard."

"They could be into that." Thomas shrugs.

"We are not." Nastya says as curiosity eats at them.

"You literally fuck Aurora." Ashes scoffs.

"And?" Nastya rolls her eyes as they reach the museum.

Valerie was outside smoking, seemingly waiting for Jonny to join her. "Everyone else is inside minus my boy. It seems the tour guides have drummed up quite the spectacular show." She looks up, staring past Nastya and Ashes. She nearly drops her cigarette. She easily covers her shock and takes a deep inhale, and blows out smoke.

"Fucking shit they promised no grand shows without us." Thomas rushed in leaving his sisters behind.

"He always gets pissy when he can't lead." Mae chuckles. "However, it's been a while since we've put on a show."

"A show?" Ashes looks bemused.

"Stories, tales to be told, history laid out to behold." Janet motions with her arms. "Entertaiment for the gods and beyond."

"Weather you believe it or not, it happened, and history bares the ugly true of time." Mae continues. "So welcome to the tragic show, and even with endless time, happy endings are near impossible to find. So sit, relax, and don't leave till the tales are finished." She chuckles. "We should probably join them. You three are welcome to watch." She grabs Janet's hand.

"Yeah, come on, it's always good fun." Janet smiles and heads inside with her sister.

Nastya blinks as shock washes over her. "I... you.... they..."

"No fucking way." Ashes stares mouth agape.

Valerie smiles. "I'm a grandmother." She heads to the door. "My sisters are going to be pissed they refused to come."

.......

Jonny frowns as he enters a cave just a ways off from the museum. Something was wrong. This place shouldn't have been touched. He set traps that he knows would last thousands of years. He made his way deeper into the cave to find the memorials. What he didn't expect was to find it to be lived in.

At each of the names he carved lay a makeshift bed. There was a collection of personal items by each bed. And Jonny felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw items that he knew he gave to his children. There was a banner hanging that read. "God's are letting us rest but won't let us fucking die. Our humble home."

Jonny can feel tears stream down his cheeks. They were alive, they vanished because of some bored deities fucks, but they were still alive. The stuff.... oh fuck the stuff. It was worn, yes, but from use, not abandoned time. Oh fuck that means.... he had to get to the museum.

........

The crowd goes wild as the five finish.

"See, I told you." Thomas smiles wide.

"Told us what? We were doing fine without you." Alex rolls their eyes.

Trevor sighs. "You guys weren't even here at the start." He motions to the crowd. "They came without you."

"You wish pea brain." Mae sticks out her tongue. "Ain't that right, Jan.... where did Janet go?"

Thomas scans over the crowd and shrugs. "Who knows, probably to get snacks or something. She's the motherly one."

"No, that's you." Trevor playfully tugs his horns.

"Maybe she just had to fucking pee? Don't make a big deal about it." Alex sighs. "Speaking of which, what bathroom am I feeling today?"

"They aren't even divided by gender." Mae scoffs.

"Oh fuck off." Alex snickers.

Valerie approaches the four. "That was quite impressive."

Thomas pulls to the front. "Thank you, ma'am. We've had a lot of practice."

"I can tell. What's your name, young man?" Valerie smiles.

"Thomas, my twin sister is Sallie Mae, but she goes by Mae."

Mae waves and smiles seemingly studying Valerie.

"Next is Alex. Their full name is Alexander, but they perfer Alex."

Alex smiles and nudges Mae. "It's rude to stare."

"She looks like dad." Mae whispers back.

Alex pauses as their eyes widen. "Bullshit."

"After that would be Janet, but she slipped away, and the youngest is Trevor, but he happens to be the tallest, which compared to other species isn't tall." Thomas chuckles.

Trevor shrugs. "I don't need to be tall. I just need to be taller than you asshat."

Thomas pushes him. "Oh, shut up."

......

"You are way too big for me to carry you." Jonny says but still holds his daughter in his arms. "Do you guys like to give me a heart attack?"

"Can't you've got a ticker." Janet giggles through happy tears burying her face in her father's shoulder.

Jonny chuckles. "Oh, you've got my wit still. Where are your siblings, you little monster."

"Ah! You missed us performing." Janet, let's go and stands. "Dad, holy shit we have so much to tell you. The gods are a bunch of fucks but that doesn't matter."

Jonny sighs. "Use the bathroom first."

"I don't have to."

"Yes, you do. Why else would you split off?" Jonny gives a knowing look as his daughter stomps off to the bathroom and returns after she finishes.

"Don't look so smug." Janet huffs.

"I'm allowed to be smug. I'm your father, and I'm right." Jonny chuckles as Janet hugs him again.

"Yeah, yeah." Janet grabs her father's hand, and they run off to the main showroom.

Valerie was talking to Alex. "Your horns are quite impressive."

"Oh, thank you, it's not that impressive. I merely identify as both of our parts yaknow how it goes, our bodies adapt." Alex shrugs.

"Oh, I understand. I just never seen such a perfect example like yourself." Valerie chuckles as Alex lights up red.

"W-well, thank you." Alex goes to ask about Valerie's scars when a loud crack silents the room.

Thomas was laughing as he shook his head. He ran full force, and his horns collided with his father's. "Fuck." He stops and pulls Jonny into a tight hug.

"Still got that thick skull of yours." Jonny chuckles, patting his back. "Come on..." He stops as that crack alerted the others, and he lay under the co.bined weight of his five kids. He chuckles. "Aren't you lot a bit too old for this?"

The five giggle.

Valerie walks over and smiles. "Seems like you've got your hands full, my little Sand Skipper."

Jonny manages to squirm out from underneath. "Alright, spawns line up." He smiles wide, watching his kids scramble to their feet and line up in age order. His crew was behind him, curious, waiting with baited breath. "These are my children, different parents obviously, but they are all mine don't have those marks anymore but ya know."

"Five times." Valerie smiles and pats her son's back.

"No three times, these two fucks decided to fight for first place." Jonny points to Thomas and Sallie Mae.

"I won." Thomas chuckles until Mae elbows him in the stomach.

"That's what you get for bragging." Jonny smiles. "Ain't ya learn to be humble by now?"

"He ain't." Trevor snickers.

"He's just a mother hen." Janet smiles.

"Eh I told you fucks to take turns." Jonny crosses his arms never losing his smile. He shakes his head and turns. "These are my kids. Apparently, the gods have taken a liking to them and refuse to let them die. Guess we got that in common. Don't you say a fucking word you awful cunt of a doctor."

Carmillia opens her mouth, and no words come out as Valerie puts away her smoking gun.

"Again, you have to teach me how to shoot that quick." Jonny shakes his head. "Anyway, this is my mother, the actual first mechanism, and your grandmother. And this is my crew, and a former space cop."

"Asshole." Lyf mumbles with no real bite still in shock from the fact Jonny has children, and they love him. Also, the fact that apparently he gave birth to them, he was in no way prepared to learn that about the man.

"That is Lyfrassir Edda, as you know from the bifrost, and Yog Sogoth special little man." Jonny snickers.

"Again you're a fucking dick." Lyf rolls his eyes. "How the fuck did you even have kids?"

"New Texans are a hermaphrodite species. We have both working sexes. Our horns present on what gender we prefer." Alex raised a brow like this was common knowledge. "How long have you've been traveling with my dad?"

"Wow, there a bunch of yous." Nastya smiles. "I like them."

"That is Nastya." Jonny smiles. "Next is Ashes. They can tell you how to run an empire and hoard gold for tax purposes."

Ashes tips their hat. "You're going to have to teach me how to do that smokey eye, Trevor."

"It's actually genetic, but thanks?" Trevor shrugs.

Jonny sighs. "Their asking how you get your eye markings to pop."

"Ohhhhh yeah I i can teach you." Trevor nods.

"I want to test all of them." Raphaella is held back by Lyf from going forward.

"I will gut you." Jonny scowls. "That's Raphaella. Stay away from her lab. Yes, Mae, you can stab her if she tries anything, but no biting."

Mae crosses her arms. "That just ruins the fun of it."

"That goes for Marius as well. He is actually poisonous, and it will kill you." Jonny points to Marius who waves.

"Is that the same Marius that made you grow mushrooms in your mouth?" Thomas asks, looking over at Marius.

"Yes." Marius smiles

"Weird." Thomas hums, and Marius deflates.

Lyf snickers.

"Now the one with red hair and not at all suited for this environment is Ivy. She's going to probably steal your journals." Jonny shrugs.

"I will give them back after they are uploaded to my archive." Ivy replies emotionless.

"I Am The Toy Soilder." TS salutes.

"You're still as creepy as ever." Mae frowns.

"Thank You." TS smiles.

"Our pilot, drumbot Brian, who is now not entirely metal but bio metal due to the gods keeping him as a pet." Jonny motions to Brian, who waves.

"Do you still have the switch?" Janet smiles with curiosity.

"No?" Brian raised a concerned brow.

"Damn, that would have been cool." Jannet snaps her fingers.

"And finally, this is Tim, my husband. He's still recovering, but he can talk again and answers to his name." Jonny smiles softly as he could at Tim.

Tim smiles. "Babies?"

"Tim, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "It's a."

"Your babies." Tim seems to correct himself.

Jonny seems to light up. "Yes, they are my babies. Tim's recovering, as you can see, there isn't anything quite like human cruelty." He pauses. "You fucks can move I ain't your keeper."

Jonny's kids giggle and begin to crowd around Jonny.

......

"What happened to Tim?" Mae sat next to her father.

Jonny frowns and leans back in his seat. Tim was sitting with Trevor and Janet. Alex was talking to Ashes, and Thomas was in a debate with Lyf and Marius. "As I said, humans are cruel creatures. He's recovering from the removal of toxins and uranium removed from his brain, preventing it from properly healing for thousands of years. He's slowly regaining his memory, and Raphealla just gave him back his voice, but it's not.... I'm trying to adjust and wait."

Mae leaned on her father's shoulder. "That sounds like something you hate."

"Well, I've changed. I fell in love with you guys first."Jonny smiles softly.

"I think marriage is supposed to come before kids." Mae elbows, Jonny who chuckles.

"Since when do we ever do anything properly?" Jonny sighs. "So is what Janet said true? These deities really stopping you guys from aging and dying?"

Mae nods. "Yeah, picked us off as soon as however turned 25. That's why we disappeared." She frowns. "For what it's worth, none of us wanted to leave."

"Well, kids are supposed to branch out from their parents." Jonny smiles, brushing a stray lock out of Mae's face.

"Since when do we ever do things the normal way?" Mae smiles back gently, headbutting her father.

"I suppose you're correct." Jonny smiled, pulling her into a half hug. "So tell me of your travels."

"I think the weirdest thing was seeing a you before us. Also TS is really fucking creepy. The gods don't excatly care about timelines." Mae smiles. "You were a real violent prick."

"Of course I was." Jonny hums. "And TS grows on you."

"I don't like that." Mae makes a face.

Jonny chuckles.

........

Tim was following Alex around, not saying anything, but it was obvious what he was doing. He was humming something that only made sense to him.

Alex sighs and stops, and Tim crashes into them but doesn't fall. "Why are you following me? Look, dad already explained whatever is going on with you, and I get that it sucks but why are you following me?" They growl.

Tim tilts his head. "Jonny's baby." He points at Alex.

"Yes, Jonny is my father." Alex pauses watching Tim get frustrated. "That isn't what you meant." They sigh. "Come on ill help you find my dad."

"No." Tim crosses his arms, and the vines seem to move and twist. "I'm Jonny's husband."

"Yes, and I'm happy for you two. Haven't seen dad happy with someone in a long time. Or, like ever, to be honest." Alex raised their brow as Tim grabbed their shoulders.

"My babies now?" Tim stares down at them.

Alex pauses a moment for it to register. They smile softly. "Oh, dad doesn't like to share."

"My babies?" Tim seems to be getting excited.

"Sure, why not? Second dad, then I uh Whoa." Alex breaks out into a wide grin as Tim picks them up.

"My baby now!" Tim grins walking off carrying Alex.

Alex is giggling as Tim carrys them into the next room.

Thomas raised a brow, spotting the two. "So what's up with that?"

Brian pauses and follows his gaze. "I really don't know, but they both look happy."

Thomas sighs, approaching Tim and Alex. "What did y- fuck."

Tim has adjusted Alex on one shoulder and put Thomas on his other shoulder. "Babies."

Alex starts to laugh.

Thomas red faced. "W-what? Put me down!"

Brian can't help but smile. "Hey, Tim what are you doing?"

"Jonny's babies, now my babies." Tim smiles brightly.

Alex laughed harder.

Thomas groans. "I appreciate that you want to take us in, but we are adults and just put us down. We have a dad already."

"My babies now!" Tim grins. "Gonna collect."

Brian sighs and smiles. "Tim you can't carry all of them."

"Babies!" Tim marches forward.

"I don't think that will stop him." Alex sighs.

"This is humiliating." Thomas groans.

Brian follows them along. "I, for one, want to see how this goes."

Trevor snickers spotting the three. "Oh, are you two in time out? This is fu- Ugh." He lets out a soft groan being thrown on top of Thomas. "What the fuck?"

"One of us!" Alex giggles.

Thomas sighs. "You are way to fucking happy with this."

"Babies!" Tim giggles, not slowing down in the slightest.

"I... is this how humans adopt?" Trevor sounded incredibly confused.

"The fuck if I know, but dad's gonna be pissed, and I for one can't wait to see that." Alex chuckles. "I think he thinks that we're his now because he's married to dad."

"So that means he's going to carry us?" Trevor huffs.

"To be fair, I thought he would collapse by now. Dad always talked about how skinny he was well is." Thomas sighs.

"If he collapses, we're going on top of him." Trevor sighs. "Oh hey Brian."

Brian waves. "I want to see where this goes."

"All aboard second dad train!" Alex pumps their fist, not paying attention as Janet is scooped up and on top of her. "Fuck."

"Hey guys, so why are we being carried?" Janet hums, holding down a bag of chips. "Want some?"

"Why are you fine with this?" Thomas huffs.

Janet shrugs the best she can in her position. "I know Tim's mind isn't all back, and he seems happy. Also, I can't wait to hear what dad has to say about this."

"Am I the only sane one here!?" Thomas groans.

Trevor chuckles. "You're just anti fun."

"Am not. He's going to hurt himself." Thomas sighs. "Just because they can't die doesn't mean they can't get hurt."

"To be fair to Tim, he hasn't actually broken a sweat, let alone stop." Brian muses.

"Tim hasn't sto - Ah." Mae barely has a chance to register as Tim scoops her up. "Why are we being carried?"

"Babies are mine now!" Tim smiles wide.

"That doesn't really explain this." Mae blinks in a bridal carry.

"Tim married dad, so he is claiming us as his own kids or babies." Thomas rolls his eyes.

"I honestly thought he would collapse with two of us." Alex grabs the chips from Janet.

"I wonder how much he can actually carry now." Trevor muses.

The sound of Valerie laughing is heard. She is cackling bent over.

Jonny stares. "Tim put my children down."

"My babies!" Tim smiles wide.

"First, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "And they aren't yours." He shrieks when Tim grabs him with a vine and holds him up as well.

"All mine!" Tim smiles.

Valerie laughs harder.

"Fucking put me down! For fucks sake Tim." Jonny huffs.

"No." Tim hums.

Jonny's kids start laughing.

Brian takes a few photos.

:Aurora chat:

Brian posted a picture.

Ashes: When the fuck did Tim get shredded?

Ivy: This is actually cute.

Lyf: That's really adorable.

Marius: now I miss my kids

Lyf: you had children?

Ashes: What the fuck

Marius: I adopted, and they died in the civil war regardless kids went first yaknow taken out and shot.

Nastya: That's really depressing

Lyf: I'm gonna find you now.

Raphealla: that's really fucked up.

Ashes: yeah fuck it I'm joining you two fuckheads

Brian: the more I learn about your life on your homeworld the more I want to blow up an actual planet like Tim.

Valerie posted a picture of Tim with all of Jonny's kids and Jonny on top laying on top of him.

Valerie: All my children in one place. Also, Marius, I'll make you some stew with a nice warm mug of tea.

Marius: fuck yeah stew

TS: I Have Joined The Pile.

......

"So I've been meaning to talk to you." Thomas leans against the wall of the cave. "You're Yog Sogoth acolyte, or whatever you call yourself."

Lyf furrows his brows. "What?"

Thomas raised a brow. "The god picked you and made you immortal. You're not the only one of them yaknow. We're actually waiting for them to be fair. Think this is the first time they've dropped us off here to deage us slowly? Nothing but toys to those fucks but eh we got to see our father again so it ain't that bad. Real tempted to take his offer to join yaknow, but someone has to keep the four others from killing each other."

"There's others like me?" Lyf blinks stunned.

"Yeah, did you think there was only one god? I mean fuck there's the god killer running around the stars and you think there's only one? Fuck I would kill to meet the god killer." Thomas shakes his head. "Can't reverse what's been done yaknow, you'll be alive till the end of time itself, so will everyone else. Hopefully, the gods keep us around. We can spend that end with our dad."

"God killer?" Lyf frowns. "There's a person like that?"

"I know it's a woman, but besides that, she's impossible to track, but the gods adore her even with a name like hers." Thomas sighs. "So what are your plans for eternity?"

"Figure out what the fuck it means to be an acolyte." Lyf frowns. "Stay with Marius and the others. How long do you guys stay here?"

Thomas shrugs. "It really depends on how old we are when we are dropped off. We were in our 70s, and now we are approaching 25 again. Normally, the others are here within the first decade to chill and spend time on New Texas while they wait for us to deage."

"What's it like getting older?" Lyf crosses his arms.

"Peaceful. I like the gray hairs I get, but it never lasts." Thomas motions to head back deeper into the cave. "Come on, we've got enough stuff. You guys can stay here with us as long as you like instead of going back to Aurora."

Lyf nods and follows him deeper into the cave.

Jonny is nodding off next to Janet and Mae. Tim was using his legs as a pillow. Marius was on the other side. He made a nest of the blankets and pillows he was given. Valerie was reading a story quietly to Trevor and Alex, who were doing their best to stay awake to listen.

"Lyf, join me." Marius whines. "You belong in my nest."

Thomas raised a brow.

"Don't ask, his species apparently nests when expecting or in heats, and he has been doing that for that past decade and can't explain why his behavior changed. Raphaella thinks it's his body healing, mistaking it with child, or he's horny. At this point, I can't tell you the answer either." Lyf sighs.

"Huh, I thought our friends were the fucking weird ones." Thomas pauses. "I really thought dad was exaggerating."

Lyf shakes his head, heading close to Marius, and he is grabbed and put in the nest. Marius is purring loudly latched onto Lyf.

Thomas wanted to ask healing from what, but he decided that's a question for tomorrow.

.......

Hands nudge Jonny. He huffs and screws his eyes shut tighter. "Is anyone dying?"

"Well, no.. but." Mae stops.

"Is anyone violently ill?" Jonny sighs.

"Well, maybe." Mae pauses.

Jonny sits up, raising a brow. "The fuck you mean may-" his ears twitch finally hearing a soft haunting melody from a violin. He could feel his stomach drop and bile rise in his throat. "Mae, wake your siblings and get them out."

"Dad?"

"Sallie Mae, listen to me. Wake up your siblings and get out of this fucking cave." Jonny's tone didn't leave room for am argument as Mae rushed off waking everyone.

Besides quiet confusion, one glance at their father made them line up and out of the cave.

Tim sat up, confused. "Violin?"

Jonny watched Lyf slowly wake up. He rubbed his eyes.

"Marius, I told you this is an awful way to wake me up, especially after everything I told you." Lyf yawns nudging Marius.

Marius stops playing and smiles, staring at Lyf. "Hello there, I'm Marius Von Raum. Who are you?"

Lyf swallows. "Marius, this isn't funny."

"Do I know you?" Marius pauses. "I'm waiting for my friends."

"No, no, no. No!" Lyf snaps as a rainbow static fills the cavern, killing every living thing in its path.

Jonny wakes up to singed clothes, and thankfully, nothing else is ruined, there wasn't even blood stains. "Hello?"

A haunting violin begins to play.

The sound of Lyf crying is heard. "F-fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to... Marius, I'm sorry. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you like always."

Tim tilted his head. "Marius is sick."

Jonny nods. "Yeah, he is." He gets up. "Come on, I have to make sure my kids didn't get caught in the crossfire."

Tim nods and grabs his tail, and follows him out.

.......

Valerie raised her brow. "Why are you five up and outside at this time in the morning?"

"Why are you?" Alex retorts.

"Nightmare, and to use the bathroom." Valerie crossed her arms. "Now tell me again why are you out here?"

"I woke up dad because Marius was playing his violin and didn't stop. Dad told us to leave, and so we're waiting." Mae sighs.

Valerie frowns. "Shit." She lights up a cigarette. "Lyf isn't going to handle this well."

"What do you mean?" Janet raised a brow before jumping back as a rainbow static shoots out of the cave, thankfully not hitting any of them.

"That mostly." Valerie sighs. "Lyf has no control of his powers when strong emotions take hold, and he's been practicing using his powers as well. I ain't certain, but Marius probably is gone again."

Trevor frowns. "He did mention something about a bioweapon."

Everyone is silent as Jonny stumbles out with Tim. The haunting violin follows the two as Lyf is directing Marius to exit.

[angrysadhappy]

I can’t eat at Thanksgiving

The table is too close to my stomach and the seats are too tight around my hips, I hate the taste of strawberry flavored jello and orange cream soda. My cousins next to me spill their disgusting concoction of mashed potato-soup-n-Reece’s peanut butter cups onto my plate, my siblings in front of me annoy me with their conversation, the things they bring up to either embarrass or mock me,

“Hey Jas, hey-“

“What Melinda.”

“You’ve got something- giggle- you’ve got something on your face”

I sigh. I roll my eyes

“What. Melinda.”

“Something stupid!”

everyone cracks out high pitched giggles or squeals. I am not amused, I am very annoyed;

Im 16 but im still sitting in the kid’s table.

I stare at the adults; up at them I admire their clean clothes, their sophisticated talks, their expressions are appropriate and pleasant, they all look so put together, like a painting they look perfect.

I stare down in shame, looking at those who sit with me; their dresses stained, opening their mouth full of food to laugh, hitting each other or stealing food off each others plate, too many conversations going at once, we are so unkept, so much of a distraction, I feel like a burden. I sit here with them as if I belong so well in this environment. I’m afraid to make eye contact with my mother or uncle, to see in their eyes what confirms that I deserve to be sat in the kids table.

Ive lost my appetite, i refuse to eat

I’ve felt this way for a while.

Not even when I brought a boy to dinner did my position change, not after I got caught and got “the talk”, and then the break up and I’ve told my family everything; not even after all that did they invite me to sit with them. I see it now having a man doesn’t make me woman, I see now being 16 doesn’t make me mature, but I can’t seem to understand that even when i understand the politics, know the name of wines, know the taste of liquor and the reasons why some people aren’t invited; I still don’t know why I can’t sit at the adult’s table.

My aunt died.

I took her place, I sit where she sat, got her same plate

Green beans, gravy on potatoes, BBQ Rudy’s takeout meats, sweet cream corn and white bread for a side dish

I miss her, she was the one I admired most. I looked up to her in every sense; made my makeup look like hers, I fake her birth marks and I even learned her accent— she’s got this way of her that I think I’m losing. She’s a child at heart, everyone’s baby, but she died so young so I guess it makes sense that everyone expects me to be what she should’ve been.

I know I shouldn’t take creative liberties when writing about the truth but as absurd it might seem this is what I think.

I truly do feel like I have to be someone’s everything, that without me they die, without my mind they’d go crazy, act like I’m a part of their body; most preferably the heart. But i learned that kind of thinking is what killed my aunt, that way of submissive cheating is what weakens the body, crushes the hope in your mind and leaves nothing but a withered soul who wishes for death, no longer does it believes it deserves happiness.

What a fucking joke this adult table is, not every family member is here, not everyone is here by choice and no one is really happy; god damnit why did I ask to sit here! was it my ungrateful thinking that brought this darkness?

The living room feels so small now, the lights don’t glow as bright and Thanksgiving brings me nothing but anxiety. I don’t miss my parents, my grandma or my aunt, I miss my cousins, my siblings and toys. I miss being a kid, back when I had nothing in mind. So badly I want to sit, sit back where I belong at my favorite spot in the kid’s table.

But I don’t fit. I’m too grown for a colorful plastic seat, my appetite changed—

“What does that mean?

“It means I don’t eat the same”

“Why?”

“I can’t handle sweets”

“But I love candy— I love Reece’s Peeb-mut M-cups”

“Yeah I like em too”

There it is. There’s my answer. My why to;

I’m 16 but I’m still sitting at the kid’s table.

Im still a child which is why I feel comfortable sitting here, but in just 3 years I’ll be an adult so that’s why I don’t fit in my seat. I feel uncomfortable because I’m in a transition of getting ready to leave. The action of fleeing doesn’t mean I’m in danger, I want my body to understand this; that changes don’t always equate to negative things. This is a part of life many find difficult, I think that’s natural. This way of thinking is good for the soul, it gives the body its strength to grow, the mind permission to breathe and learn. It gives the meaning to life and it makes the idea of the adults table more comfortable.

Today, this thanksgiving; I sit where my aunt used to sit but that doesn’t mean I need to be what she should’ve been. My uncle doesn’t bring up my grades, my mom doesn’t ask about my exes, grandma called me a young lady and my cousin just turned 3.

I sit and watch him take my seat. With great pride I wonder what he thinks of me, because in little glances when I pass the turkey, pie or green beans; I see him staring at me, the same eyes I couldn’t take off Tia Candy.

[tinydooms]

I was tagged by @counterwiddershins, for this meme game where I tell you a bit about me so that you can get to know me better. Thanks, friend! :-)

favorite color: green, almost all shades, from olive to darkest pine. I don't love yellow-greens, though. They need to have some blue in them.

song stuck in my head: Dragula by Rob Zombie (I think?). I saw a tiktok this morning where the "Everybody Wants to Be a Cat" scene in The Aristocats was replaced with "Dragula" and it's been stuck in my head ever since.

last song I listened to: see: "The Aristocats" as scored by Rob Zombie. (I was trying to ease the earworm. It didn't work.) And then "Thunderstruck" by ACDC, "Mary on a Cross" by Ghost, and then the Act One Finale of Don Giovanni (criminally overshadowed by the Act Two Finale; this is one of the most baller ensembles in opera, period). I've still got Dragula stuck in my head, though.

three favorite foods: just three? I am She Who Eats All the Things. Hmm...I love bulgogi meatballs with rice and salad; I love taco bowls with good salsa and guacamole; I love fresh brioche slathered with salted butter and red plum jam, a cup of milky coffee on the side. I am also appallingly delighted these days by a plain bowl of Cheerios with very cold milk, a fact which made a teenage friend of mine put her hand on my arm and ask, in all earnestness, if I was okay.

"Something terrible has happened," I replied. "I like Cheerios now. I don't understand it but I cannot stop."

"Do you need to be smoke cleansed?" she asked. "Holy water might work."

Last thing I googled: "bookstores near San Francisco International Airport". I have to go up there tomorrow to pick up my mom and want to at least get my money's worth.

Dream trip: a Nile Cruise from Aswan to Cairo on a small private boat, like they did a hundred years ago. Do I realize that my fascination with the history of archaeology/Egyptology can be considered Problematic? Yes. But people have been cruising the Nile for millenia and I am a woman of science*, damnit, and I just want to see the panolpy of Egyptian history unfolding before my eyes like a goddamn Romantic, so that I can marvel at the wondrousness of the human condition and ponder mankind's infinite smallness in the face of the relentless march of history, yada yada yada. I am a simple woman. I want to stand in awe at the beauty and greatness of mankind and I want to do it from a small ship in the middle of the river.

I would also really like to visit Italy, particularly Venice and Rome.

*in my heart of hearts. I tried to be an academic, I truly did. I was not made for that world. But so help me, I can be an interested amateur!

[exdayshiftguardhana]

(OOC) TW FOR HOMOPHOBIA USE OF THE F SLUR (It’s censored but still) ABUSE IMPLIED SUICIDE MENTION BLOOD ARM BITING (idk what else to call it) VIOLENCE AND BROKEN BONES BELOW THE CUT.]

[Video recording begin.]

[The recording begins with the camera on the floor in an apartment, only one person is in the main room and in frame. Hanako. She is staring out the door with a backpack on her back, seemingly waiting on someone.]

H: Ok fuckers, lets play this stupid game.

[Another person walks out, seemingly from a room. They bend down revealing a man with green-ish eyes and short black hair. Holding a cat.]

?: Hana, are you sure this is a good idea? Talking to your parents after like a year?

H: Listen Jack, I'll be fine.

J: Last time you said that you got fucked up by a high-school jock named Harley.

H: Meh, fair point.

J: You're taking Luna with you right?

H: You… Might have to bring Luna to wherever I end up. I don't think it's a good idea to put a cat in a backpack where I have a knife.

J: Ok coo-

[A knock on the door cuts Jack off, he stands up looking at the door, before Hanako uses her hand to motion Jason out of the room. Leading to him walking out of frame.]

H: [Annoyed.] It’s open!

[The door opens, two people seen from knee height in the doorway. Hanako stands up, grabbing the phone. Changing the camera angle from the floor to her shirt pocket where both people are now in frame. The man with a beard wearing sunglasses and a black baseball hat, as well as a black button up. The women, wearing a black dress and glasses.]

H: Hey!

?: Sweetheart. Don't play dumb we got the phone call. We know you haven't been listening to us.

H: [Mumbling.] I swear to fucking god could you at least say hi first. [Normal volume.] Nice to fucking see you too mom.

?: Honey. We're here to bring you home. So you can heal.

[The woman goes to grab Hanako's arm, leading to her moving her hand away.]

?: Hanako. This isn't high-school. This ‘gay’ thing you had going on can stop. Come. Home.

H: If you touch me I will kick you. You. Bitch.

??: [Snapping.] HEY! Don't speak to your mother that way.

[Hanako looks at the two, seemingly annoyed.]

??: You're coming home, and we're gonna find you a proper relationship.

H: How about no?

??: We're both tired of you doing this devil worshiping. You are coming home whether you like it or not.

H: No.

?: HANAKO ENOUGH. YOU ARE COMING HOME AND WE'RE GOING TO HEAL YOU!

[Hanako walks over to get in the woman's face, the woman looks mad as the camera gets closer.]

H: Oh yeah because that healing bullshit worked SOOOOOOOOOO well for Maya right?

[The man pushes Hanako, causing the phone to shake. He pushes her into a wall, the camera only viewing his shirt.]

??: NEVER BRING UP THAT DISAPPOINTMENT AGAIN YOU F[Redacted.]

H: I-

[Hanako is cut off by the man slapping her and grabbing her arm, she screams for a moment before the man can be heard grabbing her by the face.]

??: I've put up with your bullshit long enough. You're coming home you brat.

[The man begins dragging Hanako, causing the camera to shake more but before he can drag her out the door. The camera gets refocused long enough to see Hanako bite the man's arm with a snap, the man screams and the last thing the camera sees is blood. Hanako begins running, causing the camera to shake even more. She can be heard coughing before there's a set of thuds that lasts a few seconds.]

H: OW FUCK-

[When the camera finally refocuses again Hanako is at the bottom of a set of stairs, running and shouting is heard before Hanako struggles to get up.]

??: [Distant.] GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BITCH.

H: GO FUCK YOURSELF!

[Hanako continues going down stairs, seemingly limping as the camera shakes up and down. The distant screaming heard in the background as Hanako makes it to a lobby looking area and runs out the door, falling to the ground.]

H: [Pained.] God fucking damnit. Fucking assholes.

[After a few seconds of Hanako coughing, she stands up and turns around. Seeing the man and woman from before opening the door.]

??: YOU ARE IN SO MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE YOU BRAT.

[The man's arm is missing a bit of flesh, seemingly torn out by Hanako earlier. Blood dripping onto the gravel.]

?: [Fake sobbing.] I just wanted my only daughter back. And you do this?

H: [Pained speech lasts for the rest of the transcript.] Cut it the fuck out. You're faking that shit. You had a chance to have a family. Not my fault you fucked it up.

??: Your sister was a spoiled brat who wouldn't listen, we want you to be better than he-

H: They. And don't fucking call them a brat you son of a fuck.

??: This is the issue. You're poisoned with all these… False ideas. It's that brat's fault you left. That you're like this.

?: Please. Be better than that disappointme-

[Before the woman can finish, Hanako cuts her off by sucker punching her in the mouth. The camera blurs as Hanako spins to punch the man as well. A thud is heard as the man hits the ground, multiple sounds are heard at once. The most notable being multiple cracks and shouts from the man's direction on the floor. When it stops and the camera refocuses, the man is seen on the ground grabbing his left arm.]

?: YOU STUPID BRAT. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?

H: I broke his arm. And probably cracked a few ribs. Now never talk to me again you fucking bitch. I'll be waiting on the cops I know you'll call.

[Hanako walks off as the woman can be heard screaming behind her. Hanako sits on a sidewalk, waiting for whoever shows up. She sighs… Almost sounding disappointed..? The recording stops here.]

[End recording.]

[bookworm-called-bear]

The Pennyworth Family

Alfred has a family outside of the Waynes. Well, technically. He is the godfather to a meta woman who got married and now has kids. These kids refer to him as Alfie, or in Morina-his eldest granddaughters- case, Papa A. Alfred lives for his family, but they don’t live near Gothem so he rarely sees them… ish.

You see his family are meta humans with unusually strong powers. So strong I face that Duke once caught a glimpse of one of them and claimed it looked like he was staring at the sun. So sometimes Morina- who had spatial/cosmic and mental/soul manipulation powers- would teleport her family in for a few days to hang out.

But you see, the Wayne family didn’t know that Alfred had another family. They knew he had an apartment in Gothem where he would occasionally stay, but most of the time he was in the manor. And he never really asked for off days so they didn’t believe he had anyone else.

So imagine Jason’s surprise when he climbed in the window to Alfred’s secret apartment because he was shot, only to see a tall, tattooed, black haired, Hispanic woman standing in the kitchen with a mug filled with green tea. He was about to sound the alarm, someone had broken into Alfred’s apartment, when she set down the mug and started rambling.

“God damnit, Papa A and his stupid obsession with helping super heroes and offering safe places and food. He can’t just adopt every stray he sees.” She walked over and grabbed his shoulder slightly, moving to lay him down on a plastic covered couch before getting a kit and cutting the fabric away from the wound.

“And of course it causes me to work off the clock,” she said, digging for the bullet with tweezers. The projectile came out surprisingly easily all things concidered. “Because I of course shouldn’t experience rest.” She took out her materials and began to clean and stitch up his wound. After she was done she stood up and Jason, mask still on, followed her until he felt something holding him down.

“No, you sit down and rest, I may not have my mothers healing but I do have her cooking.” She moved back to the kitchen, taking a pot off the stove that I didn’t see before and stirred it a few times before grabbing two ceramic bowls and ladling the soup into them. She grabbed a sleeve of crackers from the pantry and moved next to him again.

“Hi,” she said, giving him a bowl, “I’m Agent A’s granddaughter- call me Neutron in the field- and I’m typically open for late night stitchings and soup. Like tonight. It’s clam chowder by the way.”

Jason, for the first time in his life, understood what love at first sight meant.

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video begins from a park bench, the camera propped up by something as someone walks back and forth in a jacket. After closer inspection it appears to be a girl with green hair, wearing sunglasses.]

?: [Singing.] I can't decide whether you should live or die

[Voice identified: Ness.]

[She stops, grabbing something out of frame and putting it on her shoulder. Revealing it to be a metal spear.]

Ne: Alright bitch. Where you at?

?: On your left.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

[The red haired woman steps into frame, smiling.]

Ne: So how's it feel to know you failed to kill Rose?

Ed: Hm, right. Forgot about her. I don’t feel any different, to be honest. It was a learning experience.

Ne: Y'know she still thinks part of you wasn't lying when you were Evelyn.

Ed: Well, she’s wrong. You know it, and I definitely know it. Are you just letting her believe that?

Ne: I've told her. Multiple, multiple times she doesn't believe me. She still thinks there's a part of you that is good.

Ed: If there still was a part of me with any morals, I wouldn’t be in PR.

Ne: Yeah I know. I hope you know I'm not sorry for any of this.

[Ness runs at Eden with the spear, stabbing her in the torso, not deep enough to go through but deep enough to get a scream from Eden. A mix of pain and frustration exits the girl's voice. But when Ness goes to remove the spear it's stuck.]

Ne: Shit- Is it really stuck?

Ed: You BITCH!

[Eden swings a previously unseen axe at Ness, missing the first time, but manages to ram the blunt end into Ness’ arm.]

Ne: Damnit!

[Ness falls out of frame but can be heard breathing heavily.]

Ne: Been a MINUTE since anyone actually put up a fight huh? Not counting that Alexander guy…

Ed: Don’t fucking bring that up!

Ne: Why? I'm just saying bro got burnt in that thing y'all were doing-

Ed: Alexander is none of your fuckin’ concern, if you don’t stop talking about him I’ll fucking make you.

Ne: Awww someone got a crush? I mean… You almost killed my crush so fairs fair huh?

Ed: I fucking warned you, jackass.

[Eden grabs the spear in her torso with both of her hands, and yanks it out, screaming in pain as she does. She holds it above her head, aiming for Ness.]

Ne: Oh no you fuckin' don't.

[Ness hops up and runs at Eden, punching her in the arm causing her to drop the spear out of frame.]

Ne: Fuckin' hell.

[The red haired woman shrieks, enraged. She quickly lunges for the other's arm, tugging Ness’ hand to her mouth. She brings her teeth down with enough force that there is a snap, and she steps back, a severed finger in her mouth.]

Ne: SON OF A BITCH!

[Ness screams in pain, her shaking hand just visible enough to notice a now missing ring finger.]

Ne: Y'know what.

[Ness slowly stands up rolling up the sleeves on her jeans.]

Ne: Been a while since I had to pull this out.

[Ness runs fully back into frame, hopping up and forcing Eden's head down onto her kneecap before they both fall to the ground with a thud. Ness grabbing her knee.]

[As Eden shouts, her phone rings. It tumbles out of her pocket, she reaches over to answer it.]

Ed: What?

?: Jeez, girl. What’s gotten into you? It’s just me!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

Ne: What-

O: OMG!! Is that Ness? Hi Ness! Why are you two hanging out? I thought you like, totally hated each other's guts or whatever?

Ne: Oh uh hi?… We were fighting I just almost broke her nose-

?: What the fuck, Ness? It’s fucking girls night!

[Voice identified: Becky.]

Ed: That’s tonight?

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT?

[Ness jumps up.]

Ne: Listen I might hate Eden with all my being BUT if I had known it was girls night I would’ve had this wait-

O: Yeah. She missed last time because of her broken arm, which she decided to just replace anyway. Dunno why she didn’t do that in the FIRST PLACE. EDEN.

Ed: SHUT UP! I THOUGHT YOU’D BE MAD!

O: GIRL. WHY WOULD I– wait, what’s that, Becky? Sorry, I’ll BRB!

[Ophelia stops talking, seemingly having muted her microphone.]

Ne: Ok listen! I know you hate me. God knows I fuckin' hate you. BUT Momentary truce for girl's night? I'll even help put your nose back in place and stop it from bleeding if you want?

[Eden stares at Ness.]

Ed: Your priorities are fucked. But… so are mine. Why the fuck not.

Ne: Listen we can fight anytime, girl's nights are rare… Especially if your ONLY girl friends are in the mall or… Rose.

Ed: Rare moment of pity from me, you’ve never had a girls night? Is that what you’re fuckin’ saying?

Ne: Yes.

Ed: … I’ll fuckin’ ask.

[At that moment, Ophelia unmutes.]

O: Heyyyyyy! So, uh. Awkward sitch here, we can’t pick you up, Eden. None of us are able to. So… Ness? Would you mind… driving?

Ne: 200 dollars and I get to tag along?

O: Deal! Uh, we can help bandage up anything when you get here!

Ne: Thanks uh… I know I should hate you guys and stuff… And this is gonna be sad… But I've never had a girl's night soooo.

[Ness scratches the back of her head, hair sliding through the slot where her ring finger would have been.]

[Multiple gasps can be heard over the phone.]

O: YOU’VE NEVER– now that just won’t do! You’re tagging along, for sure!

Ne: Does this mean I'm an honorary PR member for tonight?

O: It could! Although, some people would see that as a very bad thing.

Ne: Listen… You seem nice-

[Ness cuts herself off, turning around and seemingly talking to herself under her breath.]

Ne: [Whispering.] Did I really just say that to a member of the murder group?

[Ness spins back around.]

Ne: ANYWAY! If… It means I can add one last thing to our… Deal. I'll help with whatever as long as it doesn't involve hurting anyone who lives or sleeps in that apartment. Just… Please.

O: Of course, girl!

Ne: I need one of y'all to look into something for me. I'll show you what when I get there.

O: Alright! See you soon, Ness!

[Ophelia hangs up.]

Ed: … Did you just. Convince us to let you join PR girls night.

Ne: Did you just. convince me to join PR even for a night.

Ed: Today has been fucking wild. We’re going right back to enemies after this shit, right?

Ne: Oh yeah 100% I still gotta finish kicking your ass. But like… Ophelia's nice. So… Did I really just fuckin' say that?

Ed: I think blood loss is makin’ ya’ loopy. Let’s drive over before we both bleed out and die.

Ne: Yeah… You driving? I uh alright can't drive and…

[Ness lifts her hand showing the area with the missing finger.]

Ne: ALTHOUGH I could drive but then we might both die before we get there…

Ed: If we don’t hurry up I’m going to die before we make it out of this damn park.

[Eden gestures to the wound from the spear.]

Ne: Oh quit bitchin' I got a first aid kit I DEFINITELY DIDN'T STEAL in the van.

[Ness grabs the phone, the camera now facing Eden in full.]

Ne: Has it been fuckin' recording this whole time?

Ed: If it has, don’t focus on me! I don’t want people seeing me like this, dude!

Ne: I mean… Paybacks a bitch but yeah.

[End transcript]