#hi have sami she's stubborn

[knightprincess]

No Matter What (Crosshair x Reader) - Platonic

Words: 1.3k Warning: Fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort. Synopsis: After settling on Pabu with Clone Force 99, (Y/N) goes on a self-given mission with Crosshair to bring their lost brother home.

After the assault on Mount Tantis and the death of Hemlock, things had been different for Clone Force 99. Echo had refocused his efforts on helping the build Clone Rebellion, taking with him Emerie and some of the clones rescued from the Advanced Science Division, among them Comet. Omega had seamlessly adjusted to life on Pabu once more, happy to be just another kid, growing up peacefully until she was ready to join the fight once more if she did.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair would take care of Jax, Bayrn, Eva, and Sami until they could be returned to their families. Each had decided it was time to retire, to discover who they were outside of being soldiers, and to find out what adventures life had in store for them now. However, they’d always be on call if Echo ever needed them.

(Y/N) on the other hand, would use her skills as a bounty hunter to help provide for the people of Pabu and help clones across the galaxy find their way once they were freed from the empire. Although she loved the peace Pabu offered and the small family unit she had gained with Clone Force 99, she wasn’t ready to settle down completely. Not when she still had questions that needed answering. Not when she still needed to find closure.

“I miss him too,” said Crosshair, picking up Tech’s broken goggles from the dashboard of (Y/N)’s ship. Seconds later, a sigh escaped him, hidden within it, regret and grief. The last time he’d spoken to Tech was on Kamino; once again, they’d gone their separate ways. If only he’d chosen differently. “You have to let him go (Y/N). He wouldn’t want you to hold on like this.”

“I can’t,” whispered (Y/N), stopping what she was doing and allowing Crosshair’s words to sink in. “I have to bring him home, even if I have to say goodbye one last time,” she added, admitting she knew there was a chance Tech was truly gone, but she couldn’t allow herself to believe it, not until she found him. “He never gave up on me when I was lost. Neither of you did. I won't give up on him now until he’s home.”

“Then I’m going with you,” said Crosshair, putting the broken goggles back on the dashboard, moving to sleeping racks, and setting another up, if only to make his point clear.

“Omega and the kiddos need you here,” commented (Y/N), attempting to protest. Although she already knew it was pointless. Crosshair was one of the most stubborn people she knew. Once he made up his mind, there was little that could change it.

“Hunter and Wrecker can handle things here until we get back,” declared Crosshair, turning to face (Y/N) before crossing his arms over his chest. “Right now, you need me more,” he added, although he did not admit he’d thought about going out there to look for his brother. Something didn’t sit right with him, leaving Tech out there.

“I’m not going to win, am I?” asked (Y/N), sighing as she walked the length of her ship. Filled with memories of the past, her life as a Jedi Knight that felt like a lifetime ago, and her new life as a bounty hunter and protector.

“Nope,” simply responded Crosshair, “You’re stuck with me this time Shortfire.”

The moment Crosshair entered the cockpit, he pushed the red button, activating the com channel. He spoke to Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega there, informing them of his impromptu decision to join (Y/N) on her journey. Framing it to make sure she had backup and would come home again.

“It wasn’t your fault (Y/N),” said Crosshair when (Y/N) entered the cockpit, following the routine she’d once taught Tech, checking over all the systems. There’s nothing either of us could have done to stop him from using Plan 99.”

“If I was there, I could have stopped him from falling,” admitted (Y/N), finally opening up about the guilt haunting her. When her family needed her most on Eriadu, she was across the galaxy, hiding from her past and the Jedi Hunters that had seemingly appeared overnight.

“You were protecting them. No one could have predicted Saw being on Eriadu, and no one could have predicted Tech sacrificing himself. Blaming ourselves won’t change the past (Y/N). It will only prevent you from finding peace and happiness, whatever that looks like.”

“For what it’s worth, Fortune Cookie, I’m glad you’re coming with me,” admitted (Y/N), bestowing Crosshair with a new nickname, replacing the old one of Snarky Sniper. “I don’t think I could do this alone.”

“We’re family until the end,” Crosshair replied, pulling (Y/N) into himself and wrapping her in a warm embrace that seemed foreign but familiar to them both. “Where do we start?”

“Where our fight ended,” responded (Y/N) with a shakey voice, recalling when she’d gone to Eriadu, risking everything to follow the monorail track in search of Tech. She’d found the car's wreckage but no sign of Tech. If there was any blood, the rain had long since washed it away; there was no body to be found or any trace that he was even there, just what remained of the car.

“Tantis?” questioned Crosshair, confusion evident in his quiet voice as he took up the co-pilot’s seat.

“Hunter said Hemlock was the one to return Tech’s goggles; there’s got to be some trace, a lead to follow somewhere,” replied (Y/N), a slither of hope present in her otherwise whispered voice. She dared not speak louder in case her fears grew stronger and became her cruel reality.

“Setting course for Tantis,” worded Crosshair as (Y/N) piloted the ship safely away from the small island. As per tradition, the people waved goodbye, Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega among them.

“Take good care of them, Gonky,” spoke Omega through her com, receiving a simple gonk! in confirmation.

“We’ll see when you come home,” added Hunter, his voice filled with acceptance as if he knew the day would come when (Y/N) went in search of answers. As if he knew one day she’d go on the self-given mission to bring Tech home. “Stay safe out there.”

“You got it, Havoc #1,” replied (Y/N).

“I’ll make sure she comes home in one piece,” declared Crosshair, resting the stump of his wrist on his lap, grabbing onto the handle beneath his seat as he prepared for the rough climb out of Pabu’s atmosphere, “Our family’s been through enough. None of us can handle another loss.”

“We’re not losing anyone this time. We’re bringing our lost brother home,” replied (Y/N), determination alight in her voice. One way or another, the small family unit was going to be reunited again, no matter how long it took.

“Remind me again,” started Crosshair, fiddling with Tech’s broken goggles; now they’d left Pabu’s atmosphere. A smirk appeared across his lips as he remembered Tech’s hobby of recording everything—even the little things. “What you told us before we went into our first battle.”

“No matter what, I’ve got your back. I’d take a bullet for you if it comes to that. In the bitter end, we’re gonna be the last one standing.”

The holoclip appeared before the two, glowing blue and fuzzy. Of course, Tech had recorded it. They were so young back then, naive to what would happen when the war ended, unprepared for the cruel galaxy they lived in.

“Looks like Tech knew you were going to ask,” commented (Y/N); the smallest of grins appeared across her lips as she launched them into hyperspace. “Do you think Omega knows it?” she asked, curious if the boys would have shared the almost promise with Omega, the brave little girl growing up far too quickly, growing up to be a fighter no less—the best of all of them.

“She knows. Hunter would have made sure of it,” replied Crosshair, hope flooding his voice despite the uncertainty they both faced. “No matter what, Shortfire, I’ve got your back until the end.”

KnightPrincess Masterlist

[mostlikelythedevil]

Haunted. | [Chapter Five, Mid-Chapter]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language

Word Count: 2,905

Chapter Summary: The Bloodline have another discussion about Sami Zayn's younger sister while on the way to their hotel for the weekend. Roman and Solo have some very interesting private thoughts about their soon-to-be newest member.

Link(s): AO3, Masterlist

Note(s): This was a really fun chapter to write out! I feel like I did a decent job showing the relationships within The Bloodline, but please let me know if you disagree. As always, feel free to leave feedback/ideas/discussion!

Tag(s): @crowleysqueenofhell @raeluvshammett @mohawkmama

The inside of the limousine is nothing short of impressive: white and brown leather seats, an entire mini bar filled with the finest liquors, and custom lighting controls. Even with five men lining the innards, there is no lack of space for them to stretch out after a long night; something that Roman is, though entitled to have, grateful to have — nothing would be worse than being cramped after a long night.

Roman sits in the middle of the seating, as per his usual, with a strong whiskey in hand and his legs outstretched. Despite not having a match on Smackdown, he is tired; the on-going issue with Sami’s sister is something that has been more stressful than anticipated with her unusual stubbornness. It doesn’t make sense as to why she is so defiant; she is being offered the opportunity of a lifetime at the side of The Bloodline, especially as someone so new to the challenge of being televised, and yet she continues to spit at the offer.

Truthfully, though, the younger Zayn being so very headstrong is almost commendable. Her determination to be her own person, to fight through the highs and lows of becoming a fan-favorite, reminds Roman of himself when he was younger; he struggled desperately to be the one that the crowd adored for a very, very long time. He did everything by the books, and he was good, but where did that get him? The crowd rejected him — hated him. Now, with the same determination that condemned him put into himself rather than the crowd, he commands respect. Sami’s sister could have all of that without the struggle. She would.

Sami’s sister would have the rise to fame that Roman should have had when he joined the main roster; she would be on top of the world with no bumps, no foolish determination pushing her to nothing. Championships, luxury, and money would be near meaningless in the piles that she would have — in exchange for her undying loyalty and obedience to The Bloodline. Her dominance over the women’s division, among many other things, would be crucial to her necessity; of course, this would take time to build given her greenery, but he could be patient. Having both Zayn siblings so indebted to him is too invaluable to be impatient about.

“I have to admit,” Roman breaks the silence in the limousine as it begins moving, “I’m impressed with your sister, Sami.”

Sami, who is sitting next to Solo on the farthest side of the limousine, looks up from the floor with a nervous smile. “Yeah?” He asks, almost sounding in disbelief.

Roman nods, taking a long sip of his whiskey. “I think we all expected her to be a little upset about the whole championship thing with Kevin, but coming out with that sledgehammer? She could have taken care of our Kevin Owens problem all on her own if she wasn’t stopped,” he almost laughs as he speaks, though he instead turns to glare at Solo.

“I’ve certainly never seen her so angry,” Sami agrees, eyes following Roman’s to Solo. Sami frowns, looking away rather quickly; the last thing he wants to do is upset the man sitting beside him for the next hour or so.

“And even in all of that anger, she still made the choice to allow Solo to keep his undefeated streak.” Roman turns his attention back to Sami. “That’s growth — growth in the span of hours.”

Jimmy nods in agreement. “It was crazy out there, dawg. I ain’t ever seen Little Zayn so aggressive; I mean, I thought she might put Kev out for good. Imagine the shit she’ll do with us.”

Beside Jimmy, opposite of Sami and Solo, Jey rolls his eyes. “Shit, Uce, you thought she was gonna put us all out for good.” He snickers, pulling at his brother’s arm playfully. “Pullin’ on Solo’s leg like you was playin’ tug-o-war.”

“You was panicked out there.” Solo confirms, a slight smirk on his lips.

Jimmy rolls his eyes, pushing Jey’s arm off of him. “She come out lookin’ like she crawled straight outta some horror movie with all the blood and the sledgehammer draggin’ behind her and shit — and I’m the weird one here?” He shakes his head. “Nah. Y’all lost y’all damn minds.”

“I told y’all she had fire, didn’t I? She looked like a monster out there.” Solo leans back against the leather, arms folded over his chest. “She needs to learn when to stop, though.”

Roman, nose flared, turns to his cousin. “Is that why you felt the need to step in? You thought she needed to be stopped?” His voice, for the first time tonight, is condescending and angry.

Solo looks at Roman, and he nods. “She was pushin’ her luck. She was gonna get herself fired or worse with the way she was beatin’ on Kevin; I stopped her from ruinin’ plans.”

The air is thick with tension as Roman holds eye-contact with Solo. He does not move to say anything, though his expression and posture remain largely agitated; regardless of what Solo’s intentions had been, the fact remained that he allowed Kevin to go uninjured in their time of fighting. The very slim possibility of Sami’s sister being disciplined for hurting Kevin would have overall been worth the headache — especially with the likelihood of her being fired so incredibly low with Roman’s influence.

“If I knew she’d stop on her own, I wouldn’t have stepped in, but you saw how she was,” Solo continues after a moment of silence from Roman, still relatively unbothered. “I didn’t want to stop her. I got to see that fire I been tellin’ y’all about up close — hell, she even got in my face, but there ain’t no reason for her to ruin our plans to take Kevin out.” He almost smiles, the corners of his lips curving up just enough to be noticeable.

Jey notices the smile tugging at Solo’s lips and mumbles something to Jimmy; both men snicker. “Is that why you was starin’ so hard? You liked watchin’ her beat on Kevin?”

“Yeah, Uce. I ain’t ever seen you so impressed with anyone,” Jimmy adds with a grin.

Solo rolls his eyes despite feeling his cheeks getting warmer. “I been watchin’ her because she’s gonna be one of us soon. Maybe y’all should try it so she ain’t so lost when she gets here.” His eyes find the floor as he speaks, avoiding his twin brothers entirely.

Feeling the power behind her slap, seeing her unconstrained anger being unleashed on Kevin— Sami’s sister had proven herself to have much more potential than Solo initially thought. In just a few hours, she had become an entirely different person; crying and angry to raging and thoughtlessly daring. Her lack of fear in approaching him, ready to fight him and anyone by his side, while certainly foolish, was undeniably attractive — though Solo would never be so open with anyone, especially his brothers. They would only use his attraction to tease him, and he had very little patience for their stupidity already. Besides, one moment of attraction meant nothing in the grand scheme of things; one moment is nowhere near enough to constitute a relationship— or any kind of interest, really.

“Shit— we paid her plenty of attention tonight,” the sound of Jey’s voice breaks Solo’s thoughts. “Like Jimmy said, that’s the first time that girl has been any kind of aggressive. We was impressed out there, especially when she stepped up to you thinkin’ she was gonna do somethin’.”

Jimmy nods, smile on his lips as he looks at his youngest brother. “She ain’t afraid of gettin’ her hands dirty if she’s pushed — and we can teach her how to hone that aggression.”

“Damn straight. There ain’t no better teachers out there — especially for someone that looks so damn good in blood,” a smack is heard as Jimmy slaps Jey’s leg with a quick glance. “What? I’m just keepin’ it real.”

Once again, Solo finds himself rolling his eyes; he knows well that Jey is trying to get some kind of reaction out of him. It’s not going to happen; it wouldn’t happen even if Solo did have some kind of interest in Sami’s sister. He’s too well-composed for those games. Speaking of Sami, though, he looks like he’s going to be sick from Jey’s comments. Solo scoots slightly further away from him.

With a slightly paler-than-usual face, Sami awkwardly smiles upon noticing Solo scooting away from him. “Yeah. She seemed more comfortable in her skin tonight.” He says with a slight cough, avoiding Jey’s amused eyes.

“That’s all we want, Sami — and with her helping Solo tonight, I think we’re close to getting her on board.” Roman interjects, shooting Jey a warning look. Jey looks down at the floor, grinning; he’s very clearly enjoying himself.

“I— I don’t know. My sister— she can be really spiteful when she wants to be. I mean, you saw how she came out; that was to make Kevin feel worse,” Sami replies with shame, gnawing the inside of his cheek. “Her help to Solo was probably just to upset Kevin that much more.”

Roman considers Sami’s words for a moment. It made sense for his sister to act out of spite, trying to harm Kevin to the best of her ability after ‘his’ interference in her match — but, even with it being fueled out of spite, she still chose to aid The Bloodline rather than harm. If she wasn’t considering The Bloodline in any kind of way other than anger, that aid would have never happened; her attitude toward them was improving, meaning the chances of her joining them was improving as well.

In the corridor, when Little Zayn was having her temper-tantrum over Kevin, Roman had gotten through to her; he saw the realization in her eyes when he spoke, locked deep behind all of that stubborn, misplaced anger. She knew, deep down, that she had been fooling herself about who Kevin truly was, and she knew that, in the grand scheme of things, Roman had saved her from much more emotional pain by exposing Kevin so early on. With every wrongdoing from Kevin from that point, starting with his interference in her match, that humiliating realization will burn brighter and brighter until she can no longer suppress it — and with the aftermath of him costing her an opportunity at the Smackdown Women’s Championship, it will only take a few more stupid comments from Kevin before she comes running into the arms of The Bloodline.

“Even if your sister had no intentions of helping The Bloodline tonight, she did. After everything that happened in that corridor earlier, she still chose to help us — even if she wasn’t actively thinking about it,” Roman states after a moment, swishing the whiskey in his glass.

“That’s progress, Uce.” Jimmy comments with a smile.

Roman nods in agreement, though he does not smile. “That being said, she denied joining The Bloodline — again. Hell, she refused to even accept our help to medical.”

Sami claps his hands in his lap, fiddling nervously with his fingers; he recognizes how problematic his sister has been in cooperating, and the last thing that he wants is for her to cause more problems for The Bloodline — because, at some point, The Bloodline would have to retaliate to her vicious behavior. He opens his mouth to speak, but he is almost immediately silenced by Roman holding up his palm.

“Being the Tribal Chief, I prepared for her to refuse given her grief tonight.” Roman allows his palm to fall back to his whiskey glass. “On Monday Night RAW, or beforehand if your sister is accepting company, I’ll have you approach her with a proposition that she simply can’t refuse.”

Sami’s eyes seem to light up a bit. “Well, I— I can try to contact her, but I doubt she’ll be willing to answer given what happened in the ring,” his voice falters a bit as he speaks, “but— but the good news is that I know for a fact she won’t contact Kevin! She made her emotions clear out in the ring.” His hands move excitedly as he speaks, voice gaining a bit of his usual enthusiasm.

“That’s great, dawg, but what about Kevin contacting her? Would he try to sort this all out, even after he got his ass handed to him?” Jimmy pipes up before Roman can respond, though Roman does not look displeased with the question. It’s important, after all.

Solo, with his infamous harden expression, huffs out a laugh. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his damn mouth shut.” His arms remain folded over his chest, and he looks as serious as he ever has.

“Oh, so you gonna take Kev out yourself if you hear him talkin’ to Little Zayn?” Jey jumps in with a smirk, eyes beaming with amusement.

The stoic expression on Solo’s face sours to a frown. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”

Sami, with his brows furrowed in confusion, turns his attention back to Roman. “Kevin shouldn’t be any kind of problem; if he does say anything, it’ll be in front of the RAW crowd.”

“Good,” Roman puts the whiskey glass he has on the bar, clasping his hands together. “The next order of business is finding out how bad that injury is; I need to know if she can wrestle. I’ll have Paul call medical when we get to the hotel.”

“No need!” Sami grins, finally losing some of the nervous wobble in his voice. “Solo and I stopped by medical on our way out. She should be fine to wrestle with some nose protection.” He grins, unknowingly giving Jey something more to tease Solo about.

Before Jey can speak up to tease Solo yet again, Jimmy smacks his leg to hush him; the two have a very muted conversation, ending only with both of them snickering once more. Solo does not appear to be paying them any attention anymore, with his eyes focused in on Roman rather than their childish giggling.

“Her nose is broken, but she’ll be fine to wrestle with some protection,” Solo offers through his brother’s fit of giggling — which only grows at the innuendo-riddled statement.

Roman nods, jaw flexing in mild annoyance at the obviously tipsy twins. “She won’t be able to refuse.”

“My Tribal Chief, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you going to propose to my sister?” Sami asks after a moment, voice meek. “She still seems very against joining The Bloodline.”

Roman half-laughs, half-smiles. “Kevin cost your sister everything tonight — even though he wasn’t really the one to interrupt her match, that was his fault in your sister’s eyes,” his voice is more amused than it has been for the majority of the night, “and as the Tribal Chief, I can personally rectify the injustices brought on by Kevin tonight; I can give your sister the championship match that should have been hers.”

“And in exchange, she joins The Bloodline?” Jey asks, lips pulled in tight with disbelief.

“I— I still don’t think that would convince her,” Sami admits with his head hanging, afraid of the potential reaction from the Tribal Chief.

Irritated, Roman clears his throat. “In exchange, your sister will be travelling with The Bloodline for an entire week — RAW to RAW. For her security, I will guarantee her the match, even if she chooses to not join us by the end of that week,” he glances around, expecting push-back.

“I don’t understand, Uce.” Jimmy pipes up first, looking at Roman with furrowed brows.

Jey jumps in next, “ain’t the whole point to get her on board? She ain’t gonna get on board when she has a free out like that, Uce.”

“Her out is to make her feel more comfortable— to give her the idea she has more control than she really does. I have every confidence in the world that she’ll join us by the end of the week,” Roman replies, leaning forward in his seat. His elbows rest on his thighs. “We’re going to show her that we’re not the people Kevin has convinced her we are; for the entire week, she’ll be treated with all of the benefits of being a member of The Bloodline — the expensive food, the luxury hotels, the private cars and jets.”

“She’ll be treated to everything that Kevin has kept from her,” Jey grins.

“He’s gonna act out when he finds out she’s travelling with us,” Jimmy shakes his head. “Is that headache worth the price?”

“Kevin ain’t a concern.” Solo states, ignoring the grin that Jey sends his way.

Roman looks at Jimmy, nodding his head toward Solo. “He’s right. I want Kevin to throw a tantrum — especially when he finds out that she’s travelling with us. Let him ruin his relationship with her that much more.”

“She’s going to be distant, even with all of the nice perks. She doesn’t trust any of us, not even me,” Sami sounds a bit sad as he speaks. It’s depressing to know that his little sister has been so brainwashed against him that she can no longer even trust his word.

“Believe me, she’ll come around.”

[katanadepapel]

ROTTMNT OC-Naomi Mendes (Redesign)

You read that right, it's a redesign by Naomi Mendes, I even decided to change where her prosthesis would be, but it's brand new not only in design but in story, but this is just her appearance in Rottmnt, I will make an appearance for her in all versions of TMNT, 1987, 2003, 2012, the movies the actresses who could play her if she was real from the serie (but the prosthesis will be in the same place)

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I HAVE NEWS! I will be writing stories and fanfictions on Wattpad, not only Rottmnt but also Tmnt 2012 and Sonic(related to my character Summer Samy, my old page in the DeviantArt will have your link in the comments)

•But that's all I have to say, here's the biography ⬇️

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~Her bio:~

•F̳u̳l̳l̳ ̳n̳a̳m̳e̳: Naomi Caroline Mendes

•N̳i̳c̳k̳n̳a̳m̳e̳s̳:̳

Nami - Donnie, Raph, Casey Jr

Mimi - Mikey and Tommy

Nay Nay - April, Sunita and Casandra

Sirena - Leo

Noemi- Splinter, Draxum, Big mama and etc...

•A̳g̳e̳: 16 y-o on the serie/ 18 y-o on

the ROTTMNT Movie.

•D̳a̳t̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳b̳i̳r̳t̳h̳:̳(21/01/2003)

•S̳i̳g̳n̳:̳ Aquarium

•S̳p̳e̳c̳i̳e̳s̳:̳ Human

•G̳e̳n̳d̳e̳r̳:̳ Female

•N̳a̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳l̳i̳t̳y̳:̳ Brazil 🇧🇷

•F̳a̳m̳i̳l̳y̳:̳

-Miguel Mendes (Father)

-Debore Caroline Lima (deceased mother)

-Aghata Marble (Stepmother)

-Tommy(Half little brother)

-Carol 'O Neil (Aunt)

-Kirby O 'Neil(Uncle)

-April O'Neil (Step cousin)

•P̳e̳r̳s̳o̳n̳a̳l̳i̳t̳y̳:̳

^Quality- Wise, intelligent, sincere, courageous, creative and eccentric.

^Defects- Stubborn, unpredictable, distracted, headstrong, sincere.

L̳o̳v̳e̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳e̳r̳e̳s̳t̳:̳ Leo

•F̳r̳i̳e̳n̳d̳s̳ ̳: Mikey, Donnie, Raph, April, Sunita, Splinter, Draxum, Todd, Frank, Casey Jr, Cassandra, Senõr Hueso, Capitan Piel, BullHop, Piebald, Dale, DIGG, Hamato Karai, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

•E̳n̳e̳m̳i̳e̳s̳: Draxum(antes), Foot Clan, Kendra, Purple Dragons, Hypno, Repo Mantis, Warren Stone, Kraangs, Meat Sweat, Cassandra(antes), Destruidor, Foot Brute, Foot Lieutenant, Big Mama, Alberto, Ghostbear, Kristoffer Van Bradford, Gus.

•L̳i̳k̳e̳s̳: Football, Swimming, math, drawing comics, comics, superheroes, aliens, advice, listening to music, learning new things, video games, online games, practice sports and martial arts, authentic clothing.

•D̳i̳s̳l̳i̳k̳e̳s̳ ̳: Mosquitoes, too little milk in cereal, wash the dishes, xenophobia, the messy state of her hair when she wakes up, bad movies, pink, tight clothes, and lack of freedom.

•W̳e̳a̳p̳o̳n̳s̳/̳S̳k̳i̳l̳l̳s̳:

-Karate

-Ninjutsu

-Boomerang (weapon of choice)

-Hamato ninpō

-Parkour

-Flexibility

•F̳e̳a̳r̳s̳: Aichmophobia (fear of needles or injections), Hematophobia (fear of blood) and

•P̳r̳e̳f̳e̳r̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳u̳s̳i̳c̳ ̳s̳t̳y̳l̳e̳:̳ Punk Rock e Reggaeton

•P̳r̳e̳f̳e̳r̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳y̳s̳t̳i̳c̳a̳l̳ ̳s̳p̳e̳c̳i̳e̳s̳:̳ mermaid

•F̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳o̳r̳: blue, purple, emerald green and black.

•F̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳o̳d̳: Spicy food, chocolate cake and Coca cola.

V̳o̳i̳c̳e̳ ̳a̳c̳t̳o̳r̳:̳

Rottmnt '

🇺🇲 Tara Strong

🇧🇷 Aline Guioli

F̳i̳r̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳p̳p̳e̳a̳r̳a̳n̳c̳e̳:̳ Mystic Mayhem

•C̳u̳r̳i̳o̳s̳i̳t̳i̳e̳s̳:

* Naomi when she's furious turns red and fluffy (at least that's what Leo and Mikey say)

*Naomi loves soccer, but has literally taken a lot of balls in the face.

*Nami runs pretty fast, even though she has one leg less and a prosthesis in place.

*Naomi draws a lot with Mikey, or models for him.

*She is from Rio de Janeiro, born and raised in Rio de Janeiro until she was 14 years old.

*Naomi is a very good swimmer.

*Mikey likes to touch Naomi's hair, Raph likes to train with Naomi, Donnie enjoys his science attention from Naomi and Leo is very jealous of this.

*Naomi sings karaoke with Sunita.

[xhusu]

Fairy Tail next-gen hcs since everyone is doing it – big four and crime sorcière only because I have no ideas for the others 

> Born the first year

Gajevy twins

They got along as kids but started to "hate" each other around 10

Lily is like their 3rd parent because he did raise Mystogan and he raised him well, so he's babysitter number 1

Shutora loves singing and playing music, she does concerts once in a while

She uses iron dragon slaying magic (Gajeel taught her)

Sassy and bitter

Her girlfriend is Achlys

Loves to bully Greige (affectionally)

Loves to bully Yajeh (derogatory)

Can't stand Nashi

Has her own team

Unison raids with Achlys

Yajeh is pretty chill and rather calm

He's also nerdy

Transformation magic and some solid script 

Refuses to learn dragon slayer magic because of Shutora (they're pretty stubborn) and because transports are pretty useful

Team Nashi

The serious one of the group even if they're all pretty dumb (they are smart, they just never use their brain)

Kinabra's daughter

Achlys uses both of her father's magic even if hearing everything can be a pain

Girlfriend of Shutora

Doesn't hate team Nashi and even spends time with them sometimes

Bullies Greige with Shutora

Bullies everyone ngl (hearing ppl thoughts has its perks)

Great sister and cousin, she gives incredible advice

Tends to avoid crowds

Likes to sing with Shutora

> A year after them

Nalu's first daughter

Nashi is loud and hyperactive

Loves the stars, she wanted to use the same magic as her mom but Lucy can't give her her keys so she only has like 2 silver ones

Uses Heavenly Body Magic because she really wanted something linked to the stars

Mostly uses fire spells and meteor tho

The first kid to ever use grand chariot (yes even before the Fernandes)

Has a unison raid with Robert and Sami called Summer Lights, she represents Vega

Had a crush on Greige as a young girl but he rejected her, she then hated him, and thus began their team rivalry

Can't stand Shutora

Smart!! She looks dumb but she! is! not!

Lucy's spirits are her babysitters

Always pulls pranks with Happy

Bff with Yajeh and Robert

Gruvia's son

Greige is a pretty boy and a cold one

 (He's shy but he pretends he's just mean)

Water magic is his main but can do some ice makes

Mama's boy

Carries an umbrella and dresses more like his mom

Has a crush on Nashi but he rejected her by fear as a kid, still regrets and tries not to be heartbroken

Achlys bullies him for that (it's their secret)

Prefers women's company for some reason

Not very talkative but when he talks, it's always useful and relevant

 Caring and sweet big brother

Sorano's daughter

Fatherless and couldn't care less

 Bitchy and sassy

 Not in Magnolia since she's from Sabertooth but appreciates Achlys and Shutora

The kind of cousin that's always on her communicating lacrima during family dinners

Always as chewing gum in her mouth

> A year after them

Jerza's first son

You could think that jerza would make serious kids but you're wrong

Robert had a great childhood and got spoiled because his parents, uncles, and aunts were ✨traumatized✨

Kind, smiling, and fun

Everyone calls him Robbie

Uses Requip magic (archery) and Heavenly Body Magic + some enchantments for his arrows

Had a baby crush on Greige when he was like 5

Very close to Nashi since Jellal taught them magic at the same time, so yeah team Nashi

 Apples > strawberries almost got disowned by Erza

 Encounters some problems with the council because of his last name (it happens to every Crime Sorcière's kid tbh)

 Unison raid with Nashi and Sami, he represents Deneb

> 2 to 3 years after him

Lyredy's daughter

Ur is a troublemaker but a discreet one

Sami is her partner in crime

Ice make magic taught by her father

Isn't always in Magnolia since her parents aren't in the same guilds, she's there 1/2 weeks

Considers the CS kids and the Fullbusters as her cousins

Loves to annoy them

Thinks before acting

Jerza's second son

Sami is a troublemaker and NOT discreet about it

My boy is getting arrested in the future

Ur is his partner in crimes

Acts before thinking

Encounters tons of problems with the council already

Very curious about his parents' families and past

Uses Requip Magic (swords) and Heavenly Body magic

Has a celestial sword, he called "her" Nova. Once he got it when he was 12, he used it in every fight even tho it's pretty destructive

Unison raid with Nashi and Robert, he represents Altair

Is the kind of kid that could use Altairis even tho his father made him promise not to

Sami is not the clown he is the entire circus

Milianna's favorite

Is probably the cause of his parents' first gray hair

> One year after them

Nalu's second daughter

Unsure about her name, probably Layla

Just a little princess really

Doesn't understand her sister's rivalries

Bff with Sylvia

Is interested in various kinds of magic, she isn't so sure about what to choose but Natsu taught her dragon slaying magic

If Happy isn't with nalu, he's with her

Sometimes acts more like the older sibling than Nashi because she seems more serious

Daddy's girl

Loke always treated her like a princess and it ended up making her feel like one

She feels too entitled sometimes

Gruvia's daughter

Sylvia is also a daddy's girl

Shy but more talkative than her brother

Dreams of a knight in shining armor saving her and marrying her one day

Learning Meredy's magic

Loves hot chocolate

Protective of her brother

Follows him a lot even if he asks her not to

Loves to wear pretty dresses

She and Layla are always together

 > One year after them

Lyredy's son

Not much to say about him

Is a sweet kid that loves spending time with Sylvia and Layla

Not always there, just like his sister

> 1 to 2 years after him

Kinabra's son

Baby boy, baby

Not talkative at all

Shy but that's not the reason, he just doesn't talk much

Also glued to his sister when he can or his parents

Was unexpected but not unwanted

Doesn't like change and unknown people

Jerza's daughter

Jellal wished for a scarlet haired princess, well at least she does have scarlet hair

Seems cute but is brutal

 Can and will fistfight you

Takes too much after Sami, a troublemaker in the making

People don't feel much magic energy coming from her and she may not be able to use magic at all

Parent's baby girl leading to her hating the council the moment she understood they didn't like her dad or Fairy Tail

Ngl every Fernandes kid despises the council

Bonus point to :

Husui's son, the Prince of Fiore – whom Sami accidentally hit once

Gajevy's maybe second girl, still unsure about her

Anna and Ichiya's could-have-existed-daughter, because it would have been funny

Bisca and Alzack's second child that I need to think of

And every other kid but since I'm not sure of which ship I want to be in this timeline ���🏻‍♀️

[ofthecaravel]

Just got my tonsils out so here’s a Sanni blurb:

“Can’t you just come over for a little bit?” Sammi all but begged through her low, raspy voice.

“Honey you know I can’t just yet. You have a compromised immune system and I’m sick right now, remember?.” Dani felt bad for her girl, but her health came first, and she was unwilling to compromise.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here to fend for myself?” Sammi scoffed, which caused her to let out a brief but mildly painful cough. Having her tonsils out sucked.

Dani rolled her eyes, grateful that Sammi couldn’t see her through their voice call. “So are the sister’s you live with who are tending to your every need right now just chopped liver?” Sammi was a notorious drama queen, and Dani liked to challenge that.

“They aren’t as good at cuddling” Sammi took a cold sip of water, “and not nearly as nice to look at.” she deadpanned.

“Whoah now, careful what you say, those are fighting words. Don’t let Jose know you told me that, she might just smother you to death with hugs and kisses to prove a point” Dani said, only half jokingly.

“Eh, I tell it to both their faces often enough, they’ve given up on trying to outshine you” Sammi insisted.

Dani could hear a voice enter the room, saying something to Sammi about it being time to take her medication. Dani knew she hated it, and she secretly cringed a little on behalf of her girl.

There was silence on each end for a moment, and then Dani could hear what she believed to a faint kiss to the crown of Sammi’s head. “Hey Dani.” It was Jane.

“Hi Jane! Thank’s for taking such good care of my girl, hope she isn’t giving you too much trouble”

“Oh you know Sammi, stubborn and quick to throw out an insult as ever… but now she just sounds like a muppet whenever she does it so all’s forgiven” Jane snorted and Dani was pretty sure she could hear her being repeatedly hit with a pillow, or what she hoped was a pillow.

“Talk to ya later Dani!” Jane called out as she escaped the aggressions of her baby sister.

“What a dick” Sammi huffed.

“You think everyone’s a dick.” Dani reminded, with a smirk on her face.

“Not you,” Sammi said shyly, “never you.”

“Hey listen babydoll, you really shouldn’t be straining your voice this much right now. We should probably text for a little while. I want you to heal up so I can come snuggle you.”

“I want YOU to get get over your cold so you can come snuggle me.” Sami groaned. “And besides, I like listening to your voice baby.”

Dani chuckled. “I’ll send you all the voice memos you want then.”

“Pinky promise?” Sammi whined.

“Pinky promise, my angel” and with that, they could each hear the other kiss their thumbs while sticking out their pinkies in the air.

“Love you Dani.” Sammi declared.

“I love you babygirl, get some rest.”

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I’m on a heavy narcotic so this may look better to me than other’s but I’m sure it’s fine.

This was the most delightful blurb ever omfg I always love how you interpret my sweet sweet girls 😭😭😭😭 feel better my child!!! Eat lots of ice cream/gelato/whatever you want

[apcthetics]

closed starter for SAMI ( @overwhlcmed​ ) location: grace’s apartment. specifically her bedroom.

◦ 「 ☆ 」 ────────────  AS MUCH AS the world tried to tell her she should be, grace was not a morning person. with a pot of coffee in her system and an hour of silence before she started her day she could pretend to be, but not even that could stop the irritation that still soaked into her every action if it took place before ten am. even as the sunlight streamed in through her windows, trying to pull her from her stubborn sleep, grace just rolled over and buried her face in the shoulder beside her. it wasn’t until her attention was drawn to the slight pounding in her head that she even blinked open her eyes ─ if there was any hope of eradicating her headache before noon, she’d need water. dragging herself away from the warmth of her blankets ( and the comfort of the person who shared them with her ) she shuffled out of the room, her plan consisting of only being a few minutes before she could return to the comfort of her mattress.

      by the time she was back, her brain had time to slowly come back to the conscious world, which meant the anxiety she lived with had grabbed a hold of her mind. she placed the glass of water down on the nightstand, and then she habitually picked up her phone, pressing her thumb against her teeth nervously. she had only intended to check her notifications for anything important ─ a problematic habit that meant grace was almost always glued to her phone ─ but as the screen lit up the very first notification was from giselle. she didn’t need to read it to know what had happened ; and know that her morning was about to be preoccupied with everything other than sleeping. with a huff, grace let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling for a moment in annoyance. sometimes, it was exhausting being so right about everything. dropping back onto the bed, she was quick to start prodding at the sleeping man on the other side. “ hey ─ wake up. “ she repeatedly tapped his arm with the side of her hand. “ sami ─ wake up. you have to go. i have to be somewhere and you can’t stay here. “ 

[394hq]

welcome to earth 394, brunnhilde and pepper potts!

« tessa thompson, immortal ( appears 35+), she/they, thor » ∙∙ loading case file for brunnhilde. known aliases, if any: valkyrie. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: bartender. they have known to be determined and brusque, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: undecided. (it's me again, sami)

« jessica chastain, forty, she/her, iron man » ∙∙ loading case file for virginia potts. known aliases, if any: pepper potts. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: tony stark's personal assistant. she has been known to be level-headed and stubborn, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: civilian.

short bio for Valkyrie: Valkyrie has never been someone who takes defeat easily. She bears the guilt of being the one who survived and didn't hesitate to exile herself being as she didn't think she was fit to protect or continue her duties. Somewhere along the line, she landed on Midgard and had found comfort in the people as well as the alcohol to keep her mind quite. Despite her strength and abilities, Valkyrie has made it her mission to keep to herself and away from any battle, passing off as a Midgardian instead. She's not here to save the day nor does she care to. There are others who can bear that responsibility now. The truth is, she's just afraid to fail again.

short bio for Pepper: Easy was apparently something that Pepper has known how to do. She has been a part of Stark Industries for a long time that she sometimes forgets that she wasn't always Tony's personal assistant but she works by his side with pride despite the evident stress between meetings and the different tasks. She's very efficient at what she does and always keeps the best interest for the company and for Tony in mind.

[sadtm]

@metalmended gets sami !! 

            “stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like THAT.” 

[thebibliomancer]

Flames of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 11

Flames of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because one chapter is probably enough travel time before we arrive at Sami Thicket.

Last times on book: Naia and co escape from skekSa the Mariner and regroup at the Valley of the Mystics. Although rocked by a revelation of the Skeksis and urRu’s shared origin, they decide to split the party to finish up lighting the fires of resistance. Tavra and Onica head to the Grottan and Stonewood; Naia, Gurjin, Kylan and Amri head to the Spriton and Drenchen. On the walk to Sami Thicket, the group discusses how difficult Maudra Mera will be.

Chapter 11

Team Naia arrives at Sami Thicket to a tense situation. Also Maudra Mera is difficult.

On the second morning of Team Naia’s journey to Sami Thicket, they wake up with furtive voices whispering at each other from the treeline.

“Drenchen? How did they get past the rangers?”

“Who cares. Get ready.”

Two Spriton with spears charge out from the trees but Naia and Gurjin are ready for them.

Naia catches the spear thrust in the crook of her elbow and then smashes it with a rock so it breaks. And Gurjin just cuts the other attacker’s spear with his Totally Sweet Metal Dagger.

I’ve been a bit flippant about the High Technology that is a metal dagger but if it cuts a presumably wooden spear so easily, then yeah it lives up to the hype.

Two Spriton in light leather armor stood, mouths agape, holding their broken spears in number hands. They were dark-skinned, like Kylan, one a familiar boy with black hair and the other a girl with dark blue locs, her bright green wings half-splayed in surprise.

I keep forgetting that Gelfling can have anime hair and every time I’m reminded it floors me.

Now that Gurjin has the only intact weapon in the standoff (and Naia has a rock!) the Spriton change tact. Saying that this is probably a misunderstanding! I mean, yeah, they’re Drenchen and they’re north of Sami Thicket but they’re traveling with a Spriton...

About when the girl Spriton finally recognizes Kylan.

Kylan identifies the two as Gereni (girl Spriton) and Lun (guy Spriton).

And now Naia recognizes Lun because he was preparing food all the way back in book 1 when Naia was in Sami Thicket.

Gereni asks where Kylan has been all this time and who he’s traveling with. He says that they’re his friends and then he asks why Spritons are scouting so far from Sami Thicket.

Lun says that Maudra Mera will Explain It All if Kylan comes back to Sami Thicket. Since that’s where the team was headed anyway, Gurjin invites himself and the rest along.

“Not you,” Lun snorted. “We’ve had enough of your kind of late. It’s your fault we’re scouting way out here, anyway! And I don’t even know what you are.”

The last he said to Amri, who raised a brow and said, “Wow. All right.”

Gurjin exchanged a look with Naia. “Charming, aren’t they?”

Naia lampshades that they just talked about Gelfling racism last night.

Kylan insists that he’s not going to return to Sami Thicket without his pals and appeals to Gereni, who was more relieved to see Kylan out of the two Spriton. She ponders but agrees that the whole group can come.

Lun objects.

“Gereni, we can’t trust the Drenchen, even if Kylan says so. They could be spies from Maudra Laesid’s encampment!”

“Even if they are, at least they’re in our sights,” Gereni replied sternly. “And don’t you recognize them? They’re Naia and Gurjin. The two that have been traveling the world spreading the rumors about the Skeksis.”

Hah, ‘no its fine, they can’t be spies, they’re traitors!’

Gurjin has questions about that “Maudra Laesid’s encampment’ thing and Lun tells them that Maudra Laesid has mobilized the Drenchen to march on the Castle of the Crystal.

Naia denies this at first but then she realizes that her mother is very stubborn and righteous and would totally rise up against the Skeksis.

The problem being, the Spriton are between her and the Castle. And skekUng has ordered the Spriton to stop the Drenchen.

Although Gereni mentions that she thinks Maudra Mera should let the Drenchen go and attack the castle and suffer the same fate as the Stonewood.

WHICH JUST RAISES FURTHER QUESTIONS

Team Naia has been out of circulation for almost two weeks and so much has happened.

But Gereni and Lun are also tired of being exposition fairies and ignore the questions.

Since Maudra Fara of the Stonewood was one of the maudra that refused to bless Seladon’s ascension, Naia has guesses about what happened.

It takes the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon but the team follows Gereni and Lun back to Sami Thicket.

Spriton sentries arrive and are also surprised to see Kylan.

“Is that Kylan? Mera’s little story stitcher!”

“We thought you got eaten by a ruffnaw!”

But did anybody care??

Gereni seemed to but. I dunno. Kylan was bullied among the Spriton for being a song-teller when the Spriton are more soldiers and jocks.

“Your friends are rude,” Amri commented wryly as they left the two scouts behind and approached Maudra Mera’s house. Kylan walked ahead, shoulders squared, his stride growing bolder with each step. He raised his chin and lowered his hands to his sides.

“They’re not my friends,” he said. “I was an embarrassment when I left, and they never came to find me. Neither they nor Maudra Mera care about me or what we’ve been through. No one is going to be nice to us, but it doesn’t matter. They never were before, and it doesn’t change what we need to do.”

Awwwwwww, poor best boy!

Maudra Mera opened her door as they drew close enough to knock. She was not tall like many of the younger Spriton, dwarfed by her red and brown robes embroidered with fine needlework and beads. Her shining black hair was braided and tied in loops at her back between her wings. She looked upon Kylan with a face that seemed wearier than the last time Naia had seen her.

“Maudra Mera --” Kylan began, calm and braced for her reprehension. But all his anticipation was for naught. His squared shoulders softened, his knees trembling as Maudra Mera grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him down, wrapped both arms around him and squeezing him as tightly as she could.

“Oh, my little Kylan,” she whispered into his shoulder, and Naia could swear she saw a tear glistening in the corner of the maudra’s eye. “You came home.”

Hmm, I think in Kylan’s stoic acceptance and new confidence about how alienated he felt among the Spriton, he maybe incorrectly decided Maudra Mera didn’t care about him.

He had a moment like that too in Song of the Dark Crystal before he had his epiphany that learning dream-stitching wasn’t the only thing he could do but rather something that only he could do.

Learning reading and writing too, those rare arts.

Whether Mera is a good parent is debatable and there’s a lot of evidence that she’s a difficult one. But I think she cares about Kylan.

Unless she’s really good at fake crying.

Anyway, she’s happy to see Kylan, looks at the others with wariness, and gives a stink eye to Naia.

Whether its because she recognizes her as Maudra Laesid’s daughter or whether she’s mad that she took Kylan away.... WHO CAN SAY?

Kylan tells Maudra Mera that they’re here with important news about withstanding the Skeksis. Mera just huffs through her nose, which is sure a good sign that she’s amenable to listening with an open mind.

Especially when she tells Naia “Yes, come in, my soggy dear.”

Gelfling racism. Tsk tsk.

“So you’ve finally come home after running off and making me sick with worry,” Maudra Mera said, circling the table as they sat around it. “I sent a message by swoothu to Maudra Fara when the Skeksis came looking for you. They took Lun’s sisters instead. Maudra Fara never replied to my message, and after that, I could only assume they’d captured you. You could have at least sent word to me that you were safe.”

She wasn’t lying. Maudra Fara had brought that very message to them in Stone-in-the-Wood, but Kylan had thrown it in the fire. The song teller grimaced.

“I’m sorry.”

Oof.

Also, no wonder Lun is a bit of a dick. The Skeksis took his sisters as hostages in lieu of Kylan.

The protagonists have been doing a decent job keeping out of the Skeksis’ grasp but the Skeksis aren’t shy about just taking it out on random Gelfling because they want to drink them anyway.

Mera mentions that she’s heard that Kylan was responsible for the exposition petals (the ones that recap everything up to the end of book 2) but that she’s avoided touching them.

So Naia explains what they’re here for.

“Maudra Mera, please. Kylan’s sorry about what’s happened and that he didn’t send word to you. That’s why we’re here. We’ve been given the task by Aughra to meet with the seven clans and light the fires of resistance against the Skeksis. They’ve defiled the Crystal, and they’re feeding on the Gelfling. They’re disrupting the way of Thra. We have to unite, all seven of us, if we’re going to be strong enough to survive.”

“I’ve heard about these so-called fires of resistance,” Maudra Mera said sharply. “You know what I think about it? Nonsense. Of course the Skeksis have defiled the Crystal. Of course they feed on us. I’m sure that’s the fate that has befallen Lun’s sisters. None of this should shock anyone. Why do you think I’ve been so loyal to them all this time? Why do you think I grovel at their feet and kiss their golden and silver rings?”

Y’know.

This makes something click for me.

The Age of Resistance show and books mainly have young protagonists. Part of that is the genre. The books are YA and the show is aimed at a young adult demographic too, I think.

But I think another part of it is... the Skeksis were exploiting the Gelfling even before they started drinking people.

That scene in the show with the tithe pretty much sums it up. A farmer doesn’t grow enough to cover the tithe (because of the Darkening which the Skeksis have caused!) so they take a personal keepsake instead. It doesn’t mean anything to the Skeksis, they immediately pawn it off on the All-Maudra.

The older generation of Gelfling, like the maudras, have to be somewhat aware. But Thats The Way Things Are so they accept it. Complacent, if not complicit.

The younger generation, however old all these protagonists are they seem like mid to late teens, they’re the ones who can go ‘wait no this is bullshit.’

The ‘actually drinking people’ was the line that a lot of Gelfling drew, hence the tense political situation in the book right now. But even just getting the Skeksis to stop drinking people won’t save the Gelfling or Thra.

So going ‘wait no this is bullshit’ is what is needed in the protagonists.

So Mera is a ‘realist’ who doesn’t draw a line between the Skeksis feeding on the Gelfling figuratively, for resources and gelfpower, and literally. No matter the form it takes, it’s been lords squeezing what they want out of their subjects. And she thinks its pointless to resist.

Granted, there’s whatever happened to the Stonewood to color her thinking.

Naia accuses Mera of taking the Skeksis’ side against the Gelfling but Mera shoots back that Maudra Laesid is going to get her entire clan killed trying to stand against them.

“We all know what happens to maudra who stand up to the Skeksis.”

“All-Maudra Mayrin died because she stood up for what was right,” Kylan said. “Maudra Mera, please. I know you fear the Skeksis and what they can do --”

Maudra Mera let out a gasp of anger, wings flaring at her shoulders as she drew up to her full, if still diminutive, height. “Yes, I do! I fear them more than death itself -- and Mayrin and Fara should have, too! It would have been safer for them to stay out of the Skeksis’ affairs!”

So Naia asks what happened to Stonewood.

She wanted to know before but didn’t get an answer and until now the conversation with Mera didn’t offer a natural point to ask but its come up and now she’s asking.

“You didn’t hear?” she asked coldly. “After she returned from All-Maudra Seladon’s blessing, Maudra Fara rallied her Stonewood soldiers and took them to attack the Skeksis at the Castle of the Crystal. Though she brought every Gelfling of fighting age to the battle, the Skeksis knew they were coming. While you and your lot traipsed across the land lighting fires of resistance, Maudra Fara and the Stonewood were soundly defeated. Killed or captured and brought to the castle to be drained.”

Naia felt as if she might sink into the ground, eaten up by the infinite darkness that lay buried beneath the crust of the earth. She wanted to say it couldn’t be true, but the graveness in the Spriton maudra’s thin, wiry body told her it was.

“As of four nights past,” Maura Mera finished, “mighty Stone-in-the-Wood is no more.”

Ah, we’re intersecting with the show again. We’re at the end of episode 7.

Although its not one to one. The spiders took over the caves of Grot in book two but in the show they didn’t do that until after they helped take over Stone-in-the-Wood.

Tavra was in the Valley of the Mystics four nights past so I wonder how the fall of Stonewood went down in the books.

I mean.... OH NO!

[brynnmck]

J/B Exchange Recs Round 1!

I have not been around Tumblr much lately because I was so preoccupied with stuff for @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange, but I am trying to get back into the swing of things, and I figured what better place to start than with some recs?

These are currently skewed a bit toward my amaaaazing gift fic and the amaaaaazing ones I beta-ed, since I am way behind on my reading, but there will be more to come!

Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant - I am so unbelievably grateful that I had both amazing prompts/amazing recipient for the fic I wrote, and such a fabulous gift fic too. I was still working on my own fic and very sleep-deprived and flagging when I read this for the first time and I think I may have actually left my body on a wave of sheer euphoria. IT IS ALL THE GOOD THINGS. So many of my favorite vacation/road trip tropes--drunken shenanigans! Intimate late-night conversations while everyone else is sleeping/elsewhere! Friends being too involved in your relationship! Unexpected forced proximity! And the banter is glorious, and the secondary characters are so well thought out and add such depth and vibrance to the story, and the Sansa/Margaery subplot was DELIGHTFUL, and I love the way this structured Brienne's relationship to Tyrion and then to Jaime as an extension of that, and the resolution was handled with an absolutely perfect balance of hilarity and heat. (There was also the stuff throughout that was very targeted to me specifically WHICH I APPRECIATED, so thanks to both Sami and @forbiddenfantasies1 for that). About 20% of the way into the story, I was deeply convinced it was Sami, and in the best possible way--it had the hallmarks I love about her writing: her sense of humor, her gift for banter, her clear affection for the characters, the richness of all the relationships. It was like showing up to a party and unexpectedly finding a friend there, and it was the loveliest feeling. I am thrilled that so many people have read and loved this story but I want everyone in the world to read and love it, so. Please check it out if you haven't! And also check out Sami's hilarious tale of woe regarding her writing process, which is amazing. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SUCH A PHENOMENAL GIFT SAMI.  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

A favorite line: On any other day, Brienne would have left him - a relative stranger - to his wallowing, but an untold amount of imbibed Pentoshi Slammers stirred up a noble benevolence within her, a little voice that said they had something in common and what good were her broad shoulders if they weren’t offered as a place to rest a weary, heartbroken brow? SO GOOD.

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Lay Your Heartbreak and the sequel You could make me feel so good by @ajoblotofjunk / sdwolfpup - LISTEN. SDW sent me an early chunk of this and I was immediately OBSESSED and I have not stopped being obsessed since. Obviously worldbuilding is a huge strength of SDW's and her creativity with that is a constant astonishment to me. But pop culture is full of examples of people who can create amazing worlds and then utterly fail to populate them with interesting or dynamic characters, whereas SDW's ability to fill in those wonderfully creative spaces with her love for the characters and their love for each other that is just magic. And these fics are the perfect examples of that. The setup is not only fascinating but makes for such fantastically INTENSE feelings, omg, everything just feels like it's crackling off the page; even before Jaime and Brienne and Addam are admitting anything to each other, it's not so much simmering under the surface as boiling. The balance between the three of them is gorgeous, there are two incredibly hot fencing scenes as well as a very hot swimming scene (in addition to the sequel being just one big tangle of brain-scorching hotness), there's a perfect amount of sweetness and softness to play off all the blazing heat, and overall this is one that's going to stick with me for a long time. I know J/A/B isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you aren't actively opposed to the idea of them, then I highly highly encourage you to check this out. 

A favorite line: That night she dreams of golden skin, hot and soft against her palm – yes, someone moans, yes – the rough scrape of callouses over the arch of her ribs, the scratch of red stubble between her thighs – like this? Yes, more, please more – legs sliding together and between each other, and two mouths touching her all over. Hnnnnngh.

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The Limit Does Not Exist by @agirlnamedkeith / sameboots - Fics with a power imbalance are something I approach with a lot of caution but I LOVED the way that sameboots handled it here. The fact that this fic includes her signature extremely hot feelings-forward porn as well as a thoughtful exploration of what it can mean to be a woman in STEM is like a beautiful multi-course meal; I cared a LOT about whether they were gonna do it and I was also equally invested in how Brienne’s thesis was going to turn out and where she would go from there. I love Brienne’s stubbornness and determination and even though she’s finding her way here (as you would be, as a grad student), those elements are VERY much on display and they spark fantastically against an initially guarded and caustic but eventually deeply admiring Jaime. And while I don’t want to spoil anything, I will say that I feel like the end is a perfect illustration of one of the major themes of the fic, and I love it so much for that. Watching this one take shape and watching sameboots geek out over her math research was a delight, and the result is excellent (and did I mention, extremely hot). Definitely worth all her work!

A favorite line: “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the worst liar?” (KIDDING HANNAH ILU HERE’S THE REAL ONE:)  The problem with smoothies was that it was hard to make them aggressively., Angrily pushing a button didn’t have the same release as whaling on a punching bag. Brienne didn’t have a punching bag, though, and she desperately needed to do something, and she was hungry. ANGRY SMOOTHING-MAKING. I LOVE IT.

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Right Off the Bat by @hillaryschu - A You’ve Got Mail AU where Jaime and Brienne are rival Little League coaches who unknowingly bond over Twitter is SUCH a great idea, and Hillary committed to it right down to the delightful rom-com-trailer summary. She also put an enormous amount of care into the details of the story--she had references for outfits, buildings, even Jaime’s cologne--and it shows in all the lush descriptions throughout. The banter is sparky, watching their two relationships gradually unfold is a lot of fun, there’s a particular tipsy (on Brienne’s part) Twitter DM exchange that I still get flustered thinking about, and there’s a batting cage scene that will be haunting my brain for a while. Especially given that Hillary had never written a story anywhere near this long before, I’m so impressed that she pulled it off (and fixed some of the most problematic elements of the movie, too). Congratulations to her on rising to the challenge!

A favorite line: But as they part from each other, Brienne lifts the hem of her tee to wipe the dirt and sweat from her face. Her exposed stomach is pale and toned, with softly defined muscles that gleam with perspiration. Jaime trips over home plate. SAME JAIME. SAME.

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X Marks the Spot (where I’ll find you again) by @pretty--thief - PIRATES. I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I HEARD ABOUT THE PIRATES. And this fic is such a fantastic blend of snappy, exciting swashbuckling (and hilarious use of parrots) and a very poignant backstory that underlays the adventure with all this yeeeeeearning and it’s SO GOOD. The action scenes are thrilling, the descriptions are gorgeous, there is STARGAZING and BATTLE COUPLE, the Jaime snark is chefkiss, Brienne is so brave and committed and quietly full of feelings, there’s a really lovely discussion of the ethics of being in the military, and also Pod and Addam and Arya and PIRATES FOR JUSTICE. SO HERE FOR THAT. And did I mention the yeeeeeearning (which is paid off wonderfully--the penultimate chapter lived rent-free in my mind for about a week after I first read it)? Ugh SO GOOD.

A favorite line: When he had exited his quarters, Brienne had looked at him with so much concern in her eyes it threatened to swallow Jaime whole. He’d felt something similar when he was around Cersei, when they were fucking or fighting; a fire he had once thought he could never tire of, would never want to put out. But Brienne had reached out her hand, as if on reflex, and smoothed her thumb across his tired brow. The ship had continued to sway beneath them, and Jaime didn’t feel fire. He didn’t feel like he would be turned to ash at any moment. He felt a breeze, the wind in his hair and salty air in his lungs. as;lfkja;sldjgas;lfjas;lf 

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Federation Fliers by @elizadunc /Ladybugbear2 - A short and very sweet one! I adore the world that Megs created in this and would happily read many many more words in it, but this is a lovely glimpse in and of itself, and made me so happy. Established relationship (which I love), one of my favorite Jaime nicknames for Brienne, a wonderfully badass Brienne and a wonderfully besotted Jaime, all against a fascinating backdrop. So good!

A favorite line: She belonged in the sky. She had a grace to her movements on the ground, but in the sky she was ethereal. HEART-EYES

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And now for a few that I just read after they were posted like a normal person:

Wine Down by @slipsthrufingers - SOME MILD SPOILERS HEREIN FYI. Okay first of all, the summary of this fic is deliciously evil and I think we all need to appreciate that. Also, it starts out with Jaime and Brienne having lunch together and these glorious descriptions of food and he has taken note of the specific food she likes and is making sure it’s provided for her and that is SO VERY MUCH MY LOVE LANGUAGE YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I FLAILED. And then things go, shall we say, a bit downhill, but in the most achingly beautiful way--Jaime sacrificing himself for Brienne and Brienne determined to tether him to life through sheer force of will and steadfast devotion. Slips puts us right into Brienne’s headspace/heartspace while she’s worrying for Jaime and trying to negotiate the fucked-up Lannister family dynamics (and the observations on said dynamics are wonderful too), and this hits such an excellent balance of Brienne’s rigidly controlled surface and everything that’s roiling away underneath. I’m always fascinated by the idea of what could have happened during the time that Brienne was in King’s Landing and this is such a brilliant exploration of how things could have gone, and Brienne’s interactions with the rest of the Lannisters (and Sansa) give the world that much more depth as well. The descriptions throughout are beautiful, there are so many lovely turns of phrase, the intimacy between Jaime and Brienne is just devastating, and it all comes back around to an immensely satisfying conclusion. SO GOOD. 

A favorite line: The gods had seen fit to give her an unwomanly body, so she had taken up the sword. They had given her an ugly face, so she had perfected her manners and courtesies so they could never be frowned upon. But they had given her a maiden’s heart, and try as she might she had never found the right weapon to protect it. MY PRECIOUS GIRL.

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A Matter of Honor by @nire-the-mithridatist - I shrieked at nire in DMs basically the whole time I was reading this story, it made me experience like 90% of the range of human emotions in one night and I’m still mad about it. This features a fascinatingly flipped script where Brienne is the wealthy one and Jaime the supplicant, and an arrogant-ass supplicant he is. Brienne is an angy baby nineteen-year-old who is furious at the entire world and I fucking adore her for it, and watching all the events unfold through the lens of her (generally well-founded) suspicions was a delicious sort of torture where I trusted NO ONE and genuinely did not know exactly what was going to happen next. Nire turns a lot of marriage fic tropes on their head in this and it’s all done brilliantly, and there is EXTREMELY SEXY SWORD-FIGHTING (and as a sexy bonus, Brienne’s perspective on it feels so perfect for someone who is truly an accomplished swordswoman), and nire uses some common elements throughout to just pack in these layers and layers of meaning and significance, and there are many turns of phrase so perfect that they hurt, and then she’s like “hey would you like to re-feel all the feelings in this story again in a very concentrated burst” and it’s SO MUCH, and the conclusion pays everything off amazingly. And even though it’s very swoony and romantic (and HOT. I SHOULD MENTION VERY HOT), there’s a hint of melancholy to it too, reckoning with what it means to be a woman--even a wealthy one--in Brienne’s world, and it’s just the perfect crunch of salt on top of all the sweetness. LOVE. 

A favorite line: He brought her knuckles to his lips. As sweet as honeyed nettles, he declared, “Lady Brienne. You have made me the happiest of men.” As the crowd roared in approval, she felt the sting of his kiss. STING OF HIS KISS ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Also I’m including this for purely thirsty reasons but NO SHAME: He stood from the sofa and went to help his wife undress, and if she noticed his averted eyes and his trembling hands—oh gods, the laces went on endlessly down her back, and with each pull, a little more of her figure was revealed, barely veiled by her gauzy shift—she said nothing. I DIED. I ALSO SAID NOTHING BECAUSE I WAS DEAD. Fuck, man.

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The Riverlands Gang Go to the Zoo by @naomignome - Another shorter and very delightful one with Naomi’s typical brand of chaotic humor that I adore. It’s Hyle POV, for one thing, which is good times, and the structure of this is so clever--the way each section of the zoo is used to progress the story is so seamless and happy-making, and there are tons of little jokes and Easter eggs packed in along with a very sweet, snarky emotional storyline wherein Hyle is definitely doomed. Plus another EXCELLENT Brienne nickname in here. LOVELY. 

A favorite line: “Pixel!” he said laughingly, “You know if you fell in the bear pit, I would jump after you without a second thought.” “You need to have a first thought in order to have a second one.” Brienne said dryly. SUCH A GOOD BURN.

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all these people think love’s for show (but i would die for you in secret) by @naomignome - This is SUCH A FLEX because not only did Naomi write TWO fics for her recipient but they are WILDLY DIFFERENT and I’m so impressed with her for doing it! This one is SPIEEEEESSSS and Naomi packs so much tension into 5K, I was on the edge of my seat through the whole thing. Canon events are woven in astonishingly well, and it’s a delicious enemies-to-partners-to-lovers situation that involves some excellent hurt/comfort and excellent use of RAIN to moody/sexy effect and it’s just all very thrilling. YUM.

A favorite line: He lets off a single bullet and it grazes the inside of her thigh, enough to make her wince and draw blood, but not enough to stop her from tackling him to the ground and wrestling him into submission. She’s got both of his wrists pinned above his head and her knee is drawn up and pressed against his torso. Jaime’s chest is heaving under her knee. Her chest is heaving in tandem. From above him, Brienne can see the green of his eyes darken, and even in submission, he’s annoyingly beautiful. Her blood is rushing, and it’s not all adrenaline. WHEW. SAME.

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as stars once a year brush the earth by @ylizam / mazily - Another wonderfully bite-sized one (good job actually taking the minimum word count as a guideline, people who did that, unlike the rest of us dumbasses!) that packs a lot into a small space. A canon-ish soulmates AU that’s so understated and dreamy, but with the echo of all the turmoil they’ve gone through to get to this place that brings everything in sharp relief. It’s also funny and sexy and romantic as fuck, and there are gorgeous poetic descriptions, and they spar by a WATERFALL, and just. So much happens in just over 1600 words! IMPRESSIVE.

A favorite line: Her right hand goes numb, unfeeling; back in their rooms Jaime is waking up, and she knows the phantom ache of his missing hand is bothering him. Jaime is waking, and yawning, the bed linens pooling around his waist and highlighting his summer tanned skin. She misses him, suddenly, as wide as the endless sea in front of her. BEAUTIFUL.

OKAY THIS WAS A LONG POST. That’s all I’ve got for now--more to come as I continue my reading!!

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

How did your omegas first ever heat go? Hope you have a lovely day 💖- omega squad anon

Hope you have a lovely day too 😊

Freddie’s as we know, was rough. His parents locked him in his room and didn’t give much of an explanation until the end of the day.

Maeve, as seen in canon, felt pretty grumpy, but otherwise okay. Freddie and Phoebe gave her a bit of an “Omega talk” and all was well.

Phoebe felt so ill his parents had to keep him home from school: temperature, aches and pains, nausea, etc. In a few days it settled down and he felt much better.

Veronica went into heat on the way home from school. She figured it out herself and just hurried home so she could let her parents know. Generally uneventful.

Rami presented the same day as Sami! Their parents were thrilled for both of them and made their favourite meals.

Adam went into heat when he was out with his friends. His parents are, thankfully, believers in equality and his friends were all great about it and offered to bring him home if he felt unwell. Being stubborn, Adam insisted on continuing with their plans and to be fair he didn’t feel ill, just a bit funny.

[mostlikelythedevil]

Haunted. | [Chapter One]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language

Word Count: 1,453

Links: AO3, Masterlist

Story Summary: Every individual born to the Earth, in some shape or form, is haunted by something in their lives; whether it be the past, the ghost of a lover, decisions happening in the very moment, or even the emotions we wish we never had.

The younger sister of Sami Zayn is no exception to the rule of haunting; in fact, she will come to know the feeling of being haunted quite well when her life is altered without any warning. Love and agony, she will find, are often mutually exclusive.

The thought of continuing to reply to your brother is something nauseating; for the better half of an hour, he has continued to pester you about your refusal to join him alongside The Bloodline — something about boosting your career in unimaginable fashion. Truthfully, your career does need a boost of some kind, but you have the opportunity to do that on your own by facing Liv Morgan in a contendership match later tonight.

 As your phone continues to buzz with unwanted messages, you move from the leather couch of your locker room to the vanity mirror on the other side. With only an hour until the beginning of Smackdown, you need to finish getting physically ready — after all, you need to look your best for the biggest win of your career to date. The look, the attire you had specially made for the night, is made of beautiful, elegant blues, silvers, and black; it is an ode to the show, in a way.

 In matching with your attire, you pick the best of your blues, silvers, and blacks from your personal collection of make-up. While it would have been simpler to have one of the cosmetologists finish the look for the night, you feel that there is significance in doing it yourself given the circumstances; like your ode to Smackdown in itself, you could also have an ode to the times before you were considered well-off enough to afford the luxuries of the cosmetology team.

 There is another buzz from your phone on the couch that vibrates the leather with such anger that it almost causes you to smear a line of black across your upper eye. You huff, throwing an agitated stare back at the phone in the mirror. When will Sami give up? The Bloodline is so fundamentally different from you, not to mention the fact that you simply weren’t interested in being helped along by a family that would certainly see you indebted to them.

 On cue, the phone begins to ring.

 Another agitated huff leaves your lips. How could your brother be so dense as to not understand that you didn’t want to continue the conversation? And yet, there is a wave of guilt that slowly washes over you for ignoring him. He only wants the best for you, even if he tends to be stubborn and obnoxious about it, and you know that.

 You finish the blue that you are working on before standing, crossing the room, and answering the phone. “What do you want, Sami? I’m busy getting ready, and you’re annoying me,” you speak into the phone, annoyance lacing your tone.

 “Thank you for answering me,” Sami responds with an exasperated tone. You roll your eyes, crossing the room back to your vanity to sit. “I know you’re tired of talking about it,” you put the phone on speaker so that you can continue with finishing your make-up, “but I need you to understand how important it is to me that you consider joining The Bloodline.”

 “And I need you to understand that I already know I’m not interested,” you reply with the same tone of voice as before, “and I’m not sure why you think talking on the phone will change that.”

 Sami sighs. “We want you here — with us, with The Bloodline.”

 “Do you really expect me to believe that Roman Reigns, the Undisputed Champion, the Tribal Chief of The Bloodline, gives a damn about whether or not some rookie joins his stable of family?” You practically snort in response.

 “You’re not a rookie. Don’t be dramatic,” you can hear Sami rolling his eyes. “And yes, believe it or not, The Tribal Chief is the one who requested I extend an invite to you; you’re blood — my blood. That means a lot to us.”

 “Yes, Sami, you’re exactly right; I’m your blood, not theirs,” you deadpan.

 “Don’t be—”

 “If Roman truly wanted me in The Bloodline, don’t you think he would have extended the invite when you first showed interest? Why is he suddenly interested in me now?”

 “You’re starting to sound like Kevin.”

 You raise your brows.

 “If you’re going to be an ass, I’m going to hang up,” the tone of your voice is one of poison.

 There is shuffling on the other end, likely Sami running a hand over his face. “It’s the truth.”

 “Is that what this is really about, then? You still can’t come to terms with the fact that Kevin and I are friends all while you’re my brother,” you scoff, “is that why Roman wants my allegiance to him so desperately that it’s all you talk about anymore? Does he want me to turn my back on Kevin?”

 Sami huffs. “No, it’s not all about Kevin — but if you want my honest, he’s holding you back.”

 “Oh, here we go.”

 “You’re my sister; whether you want to admit it or not, you and I are fundamentally alike. Being friends with Kevin has made you weak, just like it made me weak,” there are voices in the background as Sami speaks, “and we believe that you can reach your real potential with The Bloodline, just like I did.”

 “You and I have never been alike. Not once have I ever turned my back on my friends or my fans,” you suck on your teeth, anger beginning to bubble into your tone.

 “Would you disagree with me if I said you have feelings for Kevin?”

 Your heart drops. “What?”

 “Look, it’s kinda obvious that you have feelings for him — and I don’t want to talk about it, but you need to know that he’s only been using you to get to me. I mean, you two have only gotten close since we fell out,” Sami pauses, waiting for a reaction.

 You do not reply, too shocked at the idea your brother noticed.

 “I know it’s difficult to hear, but Kevin will never reciprocate your feelings. You’re seeing your friendship, his value to you, through these rose-colored glasses, and I don’t want you to fail in your career because of him.”

 “You are unbelievable, Sami,” your voice is little more than a whisper.

 “I know it hurts, but—”

 “Let’s get something straight: I do not have feelings for Kevin; the truth is that you’re seething with jealousy because I can have relationships with both of you despite the stupid cycle of abuse you two are putting one another through,” your voice is much louder. “And do you want to know another truth, Sami? I think you and your Bloodline buddies are a group of vicious, self-righteous, self-centered assholes.”

 On the other end of the line, Sami does not respond — but, in the background, there are voices.

 “Got this—”

 “Fucking… Kevin—”

 “Listen, can you please just consider what I’ve said?” Sami’s distraught voice comes back through the line. “If nothing, can you consider it for me? I miss you, sis.”

 You decide to not comment on the voices in the background, mildly concerned about the very real possibility that The Bloodline — or at least a few members — heard your outburst; if someone had heard the outburst, it would probably be in your best interest to make a point of not repeating or mentioning it anymore.

 You sigh. “Sami, I can’t keep doing this.”

 “Please. For me.”

 There is a pause. “I’ll put some more thought into it, but don’t expect my mind to change.”

 On the other end of the line, there is a sigh of relief that you’re not sure you’re meant to hear.

 “You’re not going to regret it. I promise.”

 “Listen, Sami,” you look at the clock, “I assume you’re going to be here soon. Do you think that you can come to my locker room so we can talk face-to-face — clear the air?”

 “Absolutely! Absolutely,” you can hear Sami’s smile, “I would love that.”

 A small smile crosses your lips. “See you soon.”

 “I love you, sis.”

 “I love you, too.”

 With those parting words, you peer down at your phone and end the call before Sami can think of anything more to pester you with. His obsession with Kevin is growing tiresome  — and his apparent knowledge of your long-time interest in Kevin is extremely troubling with the two having constant arguments and fights.

 The echo of pyrotechnics sounds throughout the entire arena, signaling the beginning of Smackdown. You look over your make-up in the mirror, satisfied with the final look despite the distraction that your brother presented; while it is not what you envisioned in the beginning, it is beautiful, and it fits with your attire. Tonight is your night to shine among the stars.

[not-a-fever-dream]

siennarossi’s fic rec: February 2020

Some favorites from this month. Haven’t read as much as I’ve wanted to. But I hope you enjoy the selection. Reblog the fics you love!

BUCKY BARNES (MARVEL)

Imagines/Blurbs

Bird season - @evanstarff

It’s always so easy for me to fall in love with Maggie’s writing. The annoyance with Sam, the discovery of Bucky’s prettiness. Ah, his lovely chin. I love everything about this.

Bucky being nervous about his new haircut he didn’t tell you he was getting done - @bucky-plums-barnes

I loved how soft and tender this little fic was.

Change of plans - @ussgallifreyfics

The kind of change of plans that's just so endearing. I came here for a sweet Valentine's story and got so much more.

Chicken noodle soup - @trillian-anders

Just like the chicken noodle soup Bucky was preparing in this fic, this piece was all soft and comforting.

First time with Bucky - @evansweaters

It’s not even a full fic, but Sami knows how to fuck me up with this soft, little masterpiece.

Flowers - @suz-123

I love how the reader pushes Buck’s buttons and teases him so much. Their banter is possibly my favorite thing about this, But also, I love the flow of this. How their relationship developed is so lovely.

Weights & dates - @sunlightdances

Cute personal trainer Bucky? Sign me up.

HARRY STYLES

Imagines/Blurbs

Sick blurb - @fallinharry

I’ve been feeling horrible lately and this just makes me want to have Harry take care of me.

RANSOM DRYSDALE (KNIVES OUT)

Mini-series/Series

Held for Ransom: Chapter 2 - @sagechanoafterdark

A kicked out Ransom? I wonder how things will develop with these two. It’s a slow burn so I know a lot is waiting for me beyond this chapter.

SEBASTIAN STAN

Imagines/Blurbs

So far so good - @221bshrlocked 

Add this to the list of things I want in my life.

SHAWN MENDES

Imagines/Blurbs

A couple of reindeers - @watchmegetobsessed

Cute. I want couple onesies, too.

Princely - @evansweaters

Sami, the queen of soft, tender, beautiful writing delivers another soft and wonderful piece. She’s amazing and deserves your attention.

Mini-series/Series

Fine lines: Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 - @illumecherry

I know I still got Fame to catch up on but boy do I love a good friends to lovers fic. And since this is the beginning, Shawn is being an idiot and I want to slap him on the head. Lol

STEVE ROGERS (MARVEL)

Imagines/Blurbs

Christmas lights - @kirstie-evans-writes

A little late for Christmas fics, but hey, if they’re this cute, it’s okay.

Pretty - @mareli-carter

The insecurities here are relatable, and I love how tender and loving Steve is to her. It was a treat to read.

Prideful - @queenxxxsupreme

I’m here for the proud and sweet Steve. Also, the stubborn reader is adorable.

Static - @evanstarff

I love getting a glimpse of Steve as a lover through Maggie’s eyes. It’s all-encompassing yet soothing, even through the hard times. This was so lovely.

Tequila confessions - @captain-kelli

I was screaming by the last line of this fic. Just some good ‘80s music and a subtle, flirty Steve. 

STEVE ROGERS x BUCKY BARNES (MARVEL)

Imagines/Blurbs

Rich heir Bucky x trucker Steve - @musette22

What a concept. It left me wanting more.

SIENNAROSSI’S FIC RECS

Jan ‘20 | Mar ‘20 | Apr ‘20 | May ‘20 | Jun - Aug ‘20 | Sept ‘20 | Oct-Nov ‘20 | Dec ‘20 - Jan ‘21

[sherlollydramoine]

Merry XXXMas

Warnings: 18+ only. Okay so this gets filthy, but there is also a little bit of fluff...Language, unprotected sex (as always-wrap it before you tap it).

This is unedited so therefore all mistakes are mine.

This is for the anon on @free-rami​‘s page that wanted some XXXMas fanfiction for Rami. Here ya go, whoever you are, I hope this satisfies!

Word Count: 5,272

You weren’t looking forward to spending any time with your family around the holidays, as you didn’t have a great relationship with your family. Your older sister and brother were both very successful at what they did. One was a doctor the other was a lawyer, you know those jobs that are the epitome of the American dream and the respectable jobs that everyone considered “important.” Every family holiday was always the same. Being lectured on how you were the least successful of all of your siblings because you were a hair and makeup artist. Your career wasn’t worthy of note because it didn’t always pay the best, and couldn’t garner you much accolades. That is how your family defined success. 

Or it was until you were fortunate enough to work on a few very high profile jobs and started winning awards for your work. It was on your second high profile job that you ended up meeting your boyfriend. 

Rami was incredibly successful in his field, having won a ton of awards for his work, and your father absolutely loved him. You had successfully avoided having to bring him home with you for family holidays until your mom put her foot down and insisted. You had compromised and both of you agreed to go to dinner at your parents house on Christmas Eve. 

You had your reservations because your sister was a huge fan, and even though she was married that wouldn’t stop her from trying to flirt with him, and you were so nervous about it. Annabeth is quite a force to be reckoned with and has always gotten what she wanted, that’s why she was so successful as an attorney.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you were putting your earrings on. Anxieties running through your head, all the ‘what ifs’ and years of self-doubt.

“Hey babe, you almost ready?” Rami asked, with a soft smile on his face. You watch his eyes drink in your appearance as he put his hands on your hips to pull you close to him. He rests his head on your shoulder and tightened his grip on you. “I love you, you know that. If you are worried about your sister, don’t be. I only have eyes for you.”

“I know it’s just that-”

“Nonsense” he interrupted, placing a kiss to your temple. His hands at your waist 

“You are the best you know that? I love you so much. I wish we could just skip all the familial obligations we are burdened with today, and just stay here, preferably in bed while we worship each other.”

“Me too. But a promise is a promise. If we didn’t show something tells me that your mother would drive her ass all the way across town and drag us both out of bed.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you because it was true. If you didn’t show up today she would do exactly that. 

“Alright Rami, I’m done, how do I look?” you ask, as you do a small spin around the bathroom. 

“You look fucking fantastic. I can’t wait to see this dress on the floor later with you under me screaming my name.” he smirked, as he places a chaste kiss to your red tinted lips.

“We are such horn dogs. Animals. Isn’t that what Sami called us the last time he was here? In my defense I was also nearly a bottle of wine deep into the evening, and I have always had a hard time keeping my hands to myself around you. By the way you look ravishing yourself and you smell so good. I seriously want to say fuck it and stay here to fuck your brains out.” you said, as you turned your body to face him, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. Your hips pressing into his as you reach up to cup his face and capture his lips in a not so chaste kiss this time.

“Mmmmmm…” he hummed, clearly sharing in your line of thinking.

“Yes 'mmmmm’ is right babe. I want you so bad right now.” you whisper in his ear, your hands working their way down his body to cup him through the front of his dress pants.

He lets out a small whimper in response to your actions and his hips slightly buck into your hand and then he smirks devilishly against your mouth before his hand comes down on yours to gently remove your hand from his crotch.

“I know but we really should get going if we want to arrive close to the time we told your mom we would.” he replied, much to your chagrin. 

“Damn. I was hoping I could turn you on enough that you’d want to stay home.”

“Oh trust me baby, I’m really turned on right now, I’m hard as a rock, but a promise is a promise.” he winks as he had to adjust himself in his pants. 

“Ugh. You suck!” you stick your tongue out at him like a child.

He laughs,”Maybe, but you will definitely be sucking on something later.”

And God damn, if that statement didn’t make your panties nearly fly off your body.

The drive over to your parent’s house was bordering on torturous. He told you that you weren’t allowed to do anything about it, but his dirty talk in combination with the sexy natural huskiness of his voice was enough to nearly have you undone. 

“Can’t wait to see your beautiful eyes looking up at me as you suck my dick. Your lips stretched around me with your lipstick smeared all over your face and my cock. To watch your eyes nearly roll back in your head as I fuck you so hard you scream my name. And trust me, you will be screaming my name. I can’t wait to watch your body swallow my cock, to hear your moans filling the room, knowing that I’m the only one that ever gets to make you feel good.”

It took all the strength you had to not cum right there on the seats, your thighs rubbing together seeking some sort of friction.

“Fuck Rami, I’m soaked. We may have to go home just so I can change my outfit.” you whine, hoping that he’ll take the bait and turn the car around. 

“Nice try but it’s not happening.” 

You did the next best thing you could think of to try and incentivise him to turn around. You lift your hips and slide your panties down your legs, they were soaked, and when he stopped at a red light, you tossed them at him. You watch as they bounce of his gorgeous cheek and then land in his lap.

He raises a brow before he turned to you with a smirk,”You’ll pay for that.”

The wetness between your thighs just getting worse, and now you had no barrier to help hide the mess that you were making of yourself. 

“Gahhhh… I want you so fucking bad and you are...ugghhhh!! Why? Why are you so fucking stubborn?” 

His laughter loud as he reaches out to grab your hand. 

“You’ll get over it. A promise is a promise. What makes you think that I don’t want you just as bad right now anyway? I’m so turned on right now, and I really want nothing more than to pull over somewhere and fuck the shit out of you, but that is not in the cards for us at this moment in time. We have somewhere we absolutely need to be and we’re already late.”he informs you as his grip on your hand tightens. 

Less than fifteen minutes later you were pulling up outside your parent’s house and with a groan you force yourself out of the car. 

The inside of your parent’s house was a flurry of activity. Bodies moving in and out of the kitchen and a few kids running amuck in the house. Everyone in your family had already met Rami so there weren’t any awkward introductions that needed to be made. Offering to help your mom in the kitchen she gladly accepted. Rami tagged along just as eager to help even though your mom insisted that he go and hang out with guys.

You had no idea why Rami would offer to help in the kitchen but he follows orders well, so he was allowed to stay. All too quickly you ascertain exactly why he wanted to help so badly, and you kind of want to kill him for it, or at least fuck the shit out of him.

It starts casually as an ‘accidental’ touch here or there, a brush of your hands, but it escalates very quickly to full fledged groping whenever no one else was watching. The front of his body pressed against your back as he used the excuse that he needed to grab a dish out of the cupboard above your head. You seize the opportunity to grind your ass into his cock and he had to bite back a moan. 

His right hand ghosts its way down your body before settling on your hip where he firmly grips it and pulls you hard against him. The little shit has the audacity to begin to subtly thrust his hips against your ass, the reaction your body had to his almost caused you to drop the dish of mashed potatoes you were holding; biting your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood.

He leans down so that his mouth is about a centimeter from your ear, he whispers,”You are so sexy in that dress, I can’t wait to take it off of you in a few hours. I can’t wait to give it to you so good you won’t walk right tomorrow.”

You respond by turning your body around and capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your hips grinding into each others, soft moans leaving both of you, as your hands start roaming all over each other’s bodies. Both of you for a second completely forgetting where you are until you hear a voice that nearly makes your heart stop.

“God damn YN why the fuck would you do that in here?” you sister Annabeth complained.

“Fuck off Annabeth.” 

You pulled Rami closer as you bucked your hips into his, letting out a slightly over dramatic moan, as you continued to dry hump him against the kitchen counter. As it turns out, Rami is all for this game that is being played. Neither of you giving a fuck in this moment who sees what.

His lips find that sweet spot on your neck and you let out a whimper, as he sucks a mark into the tender flesh.

“YN, now everyone will know you are mine, just as I am yours.”

“God you two are fucking disgusting.” Annabeth complained again.

“And why are you still standing there? Doesn’t that make you feel like a perv for watching?” you pointed out. 

Just then your mom re-entered the kitchen and announced that it was time to serve dinner. The three of you were instructed to carry the various components of dinner to the formal dining room, which the three of you did without complaint.

Once everything was on the table and everyone had taken their seats at the table conversation quietly began before your dad had announced that he was going to say a prayer. Everyone held hands, except you and Rami because his left hand was resting on your thigh, his fingers ghosting upwards towards his target.

 His fingers find your core easily, and very quietly he says “fuck your soaked.” Slowly he inserts one then two fingers and starts to really move his hand. Your hips start to move against his hand and given how worked up you’ve been since you’d left home, you had to bite your tongue to stop the moan that threatened to leave your lips. His ministrations were so purposeful and skilled that it only took you a few minutes to feel your orgasm building to you nearly falling over the edge. You were so distracted enjoying the bliss you experiencing, trying not to make yourself obvious,you were unable to hear your father finish up the prayer.

Rami playful nudged you and realized why so you open your mouth, “Ahhh.. ahhh.. Amen.” you half moan, half stutter out.

His fingers still working you so deliciously, your body moments away from orgasm, you lean over and nip his ear before whispering,”Sinner.” His lips boldly find yours in the nick of time because he was able to swallow your quiet cries of pleasure and no one in your family was any wiser, except maybe your sister who looked as if she’d swallowed something bitter.

As dinner progressed and most of the adults were two or three glasses of wine deep, conversations became more interesting. Your sister was trying to engage Rami in conversation and trying not to get irritated with her attempts to flirt, while her husband sat oblivious next to her. He always has this amazing ability to handle everything with such grace, that he is easily able to deflect. Your stomach was full, your body warm with happiness and alcohol, and you start to watch Rami’s mouth when he speaks.

Your body already warm started to heat up, and you had started to rub your thighs together, when a thought popped into your head. He had you undone earlier, maybe it was your turn to repay the favor. 

You scoot your chair closer to Rami’s and you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm automatically snaking its way around you. Your man is so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes off of him. The way his jaw and mouth move when he speaks, his ocean colored eyes bright, and his smile. God you wanted him so bad and when he looked down at you, he could clearly see the mischief in your eyes. You attempt to move your body closer to his, and he allows it, as you try to melt into him. 

Trying to be subtle, you start moving the hand closest to his body along his thigh, just feather light touches over the fabric of his dress pants. His conversation never stops as a few of your cousins had some questions for Rami. They were always the same kind of questions he usually gets but he never failed to give them a great answer. He shifts his hips under your hand, as you actually start to massage him through his pants, relishing in the way his body is so reactive to your touch. You just smile up at him, trying to look innocent as you hand finds its way to his belt. Your fingers begin the process of undoing his belt and opening his dress pants, as you slide your warm hand into his pants. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from making any noise as you grip him, sliding your thumb across his slit and coating his cock with his pre-cum, as you slowly move your hand up and down his cock. His hips shift again, as you work him, while wearing a smirk, hoping that he could maintain his conversations. 

His grip on your waist tightens as he fights to keep from making any noise, with your family still milling about, you were working him hard and fast, hoping to make this quick when your mom walks in and announces that it was time for presents.

Both of you let out a frustrated groan, as your eyes meet his. All you could do was shrug as you kept working him, “We’ll be there in a minute mom. Go ahead and start without us.”

Never once stopping what you were doing, your family files out of the formal dining room and gathers in the large living room. Feeling bold since everyone had left the room, you waste no time pulling him completely out of his pants, and begin to really work him. Not wanting to have to clean up the mess you slide out of your chair and onto your knees in front of him. 

He lets out a little gasp of shock as he sits back and watches you work. 

Taking him into your mouth, working him with your tongue as your hands begin to massage his balls. Looking up at him through your lashes you observe him biting his lip, forehead covered in a light layer of sweat, his eyes screwed shut, one of his hands ends fisting itself in your hair as his hips began to buck up, pushing himself further into your mouth. 

“Yessss baby… yess.. M’so close… yess.. Oh god baby your mouth… fuck... im gonna…..“ he cries out, just as you feel his hot cum down the back of your throat. 

Allowing him a few to come back down from his temporary high, you just sit on your knees between his legs, on the hardwood floor of your parent’s formal dining room.

His grip on your hair loosens and you casually stand up smoothing your dress over your hips. You lean forward and capture his lips for a sweet kiss. His hands reaching out for you before he pulls into his lap

“YN, I love you so much. That was hot, and thank you.” he says, his forehead pressed to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you just stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes, until your sister Annabeth decides to come barging in and yelling at you to hurry the fuck up.

Annabeth stops in her tracks and just looks shocked before her face screws up into disgust. “Seriously YN?! I can’t believe you, I expected better -”

“You know what Anna-Just shut the fuck up! Just stop! I’ve had enough of your fucking mouth. Just because you are bored with your life, because you did what our parents wanted you to do and didn’t follow your passions, you can stop being a fucking cunt to me. You are one of the main reasons I never come visit. You are just jealous because I followed my dreams, ended winning awards for my talents, and landed my dream man; you are stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage and working a job you have no passion for. For the love of God, just leave me alone. I don’t need your commentary on everything I choose to do in my life. So what, I got horny, and I just sucked my boyfriend off under the dinner table after Christmas dinner, how does my decision directly affect or hurt you?” you spat, trying to keep your voice low. You didn’t want to draw the rest of your family to the dining room.

Anna just looked shocked as she spun on her heel and rushed out of the dining room.

Rami still sitting in his chair with you in his lap, just wrapped his arms around your briefly and murmured how proud he was of you in your ear, the fingers of his left hand coming up to card through your hair, and his right hand resting on your back holding you close. He knew that your sister was always the most critical of you and you had shared with him that you suspected it was just because she was jealous. 

Your mom entered the dining room again and stood observing the two of you. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she quietly said, “Look I know you two are very much in love and it is really hard to keep your hands to yourselves, but if you could please get yourselves put back together and join the rest of us for presents. The littles are mostly done opening all their stuff and we’d love for all of the adults to be actually in the room for the gift exchanging.”

As soon as your mom walks away both of you descended into a fit of giggles. You climbing off his lap as he tucked himself back into his pants. You leaning in to help him refasten his pants and belt. Both of you peppering each others faces with small kisses. 

“God baby I want to just say ‘fuck it’ and fuck you right  on your parent’s dining room table.”

“Yessssss…. God I want you to so badly, but you heard my mom. She WILL come back here every three minutes until we join them.”

Once you were both satisfied that you both had readjusted, retucked, and smoothed yourselves out you made one last stop to take a look in the mirror in the dining room for a final check.

“Oh my God Rami my lipstick!”

He just laughs out loud and grabs a napkin from the pile that had been left on the buffet. He gently wipes the smeared lipstick off and even though it may have made the rest of your makeup a little splotchy you didn’t care. 

“Don’t worry about reapplying it right now love. Let’s just get out there.” Rami says with a smile, as he grabs a hold of your hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

Finding that there was only one spot left to sit you told Rami to sit on the couch, while you sat just below him between his legs. Your dad acting as ‘Santa’ and handing out everyone’s gifts while the children ran around playing with their new toys.

After all the gifts have been opened and everyone’s stuff was neatly stacked in piles by the front door, everyone headed back into the formal dining room for dessert. Of course your mom had gone all out, you felt it was partially to impress Rami at his first family Christmas with you; she’d made eight different kinds of pies, two traditional Christmas desserts, cake with ice cream, and a giant bowl of homemade whipped cream.

“Mom that’s enough to feed four times as many people as we have here right now.” you point out.

She shrugs and just smiles, “More for you kiddies to take home and enjoy later.”

You took over for your mom trying to give her a break, serving everyone up their chosen desserts before choosing your own and taking your seat next to Rami. The wine everyone had consumed earlier was really showing now. People’s bodies were much more relaxed, and conversation flowed much easier than it had earlier. Rami had his chair pulled close to the table deeply engrossed in a conversation with your brother, between bites of his dessert. Your chair was angled toward his with your feet currently resting in his lap, as you leaned back barely touching your dessert.

You were resting your head against the back of your chair just watching Rami talk. He’s so animated, especially when he’s really passionate about something, his body really comes alive while he speaks. His hands gesturing wildly as he continues on about whatever, before you feel his left hand come to rest on your calf. 

His fingers lazily drawing little patterns on your skin, which instantly causes your body to shudder, your flesh now covered in goosebumps. His conversation showing no signs of slowing but he does turn his head towards you give you a smile. That smile, the smile, as his fingers continue moving against your skin. You pull your leg away from his body, and he shoots you a look of confusion, before he realizes what you are doing. 

Standing up, you set your dessert plate on the table, and slide your chair across the floor closer to his, your chair still angling towards him. You drape your right leg over his lap this position leaving your body very open to whatever he has planned.

His fingers resume their little dance across your leg, as they slowly make their way up to the apex of your thighs. As soon as they’ve reached their intended destination he wastes no time, his fingers finding your clit, and with a flick you let out a little squeak and nearly fall out of your chair. 

He shoots you a look of mock concern, as he continues moving his fingers. He only stops to pull his fingers away from your clit for just a quick second so that he could adjust his position in his chair, as a couple of his fingers slide their way into your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit again. 

You were biting your lip to keep from letting out a loud moan, as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, before he curled his fingers into a 'come hither motion inside of you. Hitting your g spot and instantly sent you over the edge. As you open your mouth to let out a scream, he shoves a forkful of his pie into your mouth. Staring at him in wide eyed shock, you end up moaning around the pie in your mouth, as you clench around his fingers, your orgasm a small but powerful one.

A few members of your family look at your a bit curiously before the little shit opens his mouth instead,”She really likes pie. I can’t say I blame her, it’s really delicious.”

You watch him as he leans forward and licks the corner of your mouth, before he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks his fingers clean.

“Jeez YN, you really are a messy eater, aren't you?” he grins.

“The messiest baby, the messiest.” 

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear again. 

“Wanna get out of here? I can’t wait to get you home and finally out of that dress. I want my cock buried in you within the next hour or I might combust.”

You slowly nod your head as stand up to prepare to start saying your goodbyes to your family. Your dad helping you to carry some leftovers and your gifts out to the car. A few more hugs and kisses later, you two were finally in the car headed home.

“God Rami, I want you so bad. This has been a long afternoon and evening- I just want you to fuck me so bad. I’m feeling insatiable, a little slut just for you.”

His laughter loud in the car as he beams at you.

“I’m feeling the same way my love, trust me though. I’m going to give it to you so good when we get home. Oh, your panties in my pocket, they still aren’t dry.”

Your mouth almost hits the floor as you had completely forgotten about your panties, or rather lack of.

Holiday traffic was surprisingly light and you made it home in record time. That could have been because Rami was driving well over the speed limit and he may have run a red light or two in his own eagerness to get you home so that he can ravish you the way he was absolutely dying to.

He was insistent that at least you bring the food that your mom had sent home with you into the house before you took off towards the bedroom. Since he’s the one that had the food you beat him there, and was in the process of trying to pull your dress off when you felt him come up behind you.

His hands grasped your zipper and slowly lowered it, sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders, silently watching your dress pool at your feet. Stepping out of your shoes you turn your body to face him. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face. Your lips meet and the kiss started softly but quickly turned into a deep passionate one, his fingers in your hair. Your body always responsive to his, your hands on his hips pulling him closer to you. Feeling his erection straining against his pants, you find your fingers fumbling to undo his belt in your haste to have him fuck you as he had promised earlier in the afternoon. 

He pulls your hands away and sheds his clothing at lightning speed, his cock bouncing as it was finally freed for only the second time today from the constraints of his pants. 

The hungry look on his face had your pussy quivering with excitement as his hands shove you hard causing you to stumble and land on your back on your mattress. You two had had enough teasing today and you were both eager to just finally be able to join as one. 

His body slinking up yours between your open legs, he takes himself in his hand as guides himself to your entrance. Letting out your first unrestrained moan of the day as he slides himself into you until he is bottomed out. He looks down and watches himself disappear into you, before he pulls back and almost completely out of you, then slides himself back into you. His breathy moan was so hot that you involuntarily clenched around him and he hissed. 

“Keep that up baby and I won’t last more than five seconds.”

“God Rami, fucking move. I can’t take this anymore, I just want you to fuck me. Make me scream like you promised.”

He says nothing but he slams himself into you hard and you did scream. His hips slamming into yours hitting your G spot every time, and with each thrust of his hips you claw at the sheets. Rami’s large hands find their way to your hips, his grip bruising as fucks into you at a brutal pace.

Your breath coming in short ragged pants, as you bring your hands up to his neck trying to hold on as he fucks you hard. Your legs acting on their accord have wrapped themselves around his waist, which subtly changed the angle, and you can feel yourself already rushing towards an orgasm.

Incoherent ramblings spilling from your lips as he continues to fuck you, your head thrown back, fingers clawing at his shoulders when you feel that pleasure starting in the pit of your stomach. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk…..yesssssssss…. Godddddddd yessssss…. Ramiiiiiiii...  I’m gonna… oh fuck… RAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” you scream as your walls clench and unclench around his cock. 

Screaming his name out, you feel his hips begin to slow as he follows you into O-Town, your name being the only thing leaving his lips, as his eyes were screwed tightly shut. You can feel his warm essence spill into you, his hips still moving as he rides out his orgasm.

You both collapse back onto the bed, chests heaving, tightly wrapped in each others arms. Your right hand coming up to card your fingers through his sweat soaked hair, as your lips find his for a soft kiss, with you both pressed forehead to forehead. 

“God baby I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” was his response. 

“Merry Christmas my love. I hope you had a great day today, because I know I did.” you smile softly at him your face now buried in his chest, as his fingers run down your back lazily drawing little patterns over your sweaty skin.

“Me too. We still have to go spend Christmas with my family tomorrow though. Are you prepared for that?” he asks, voice tinged with amusement. 

“Well if it is anything like today, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” you half heartedly laugh out. 

“I’m sure arrangements can be made, though I’m not sure my brother would appreciate it.”

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[crookedhalc]

hi there!!! i saw that you ship joey x susie, but i was wondering why you don't ship samsie? they're my otp and i'm curious on your opinion.

Hello there, anon! Thanks for sending this in, it was a curious and pleasant surprise to log onto! Without judging those that do ship samsie, I’d be happy to go into my reasons on why I don’t.

1. They’d be boring. Of course, this is my opinion that I’ve gathered from characterization of both Susie and Sammy that we’ve been given so far. The only thing that they have in common is their love for music. That’s it. And while they could partake in a few cute activities together to share that passion, such as singing/playing at a lounge, that’s not enough foundation for a relationship to build upon. Personality wise, they would clash. Susie is passionate and was canonly well-like around the studio, but we also know that she has a fire in her and is very emotionally driven. Sammy is serious, grouchy, not very personable nor does he seem to hold interest in anyone around him unless it involves a complaint (see: his understandable annoyance towards Joey). One is logical while the other is emotional – while opposites can attract, they often flat line if there is no deeper connection shared between them. A big reason I ship joesie is because they do have this while samie lacks it: both Joey and Susie are dreamers that are career-focused and extremely passionate in their goals. They will go to great lengths to be sure said dreams are met and are both stubborn with determination. There is more to be shared between joesie: they would be a roller-coaster of taboo/unexpected love, angst, regret and longing. It makes for a more interesting ship.

2. Misogyny. According to the canon batim novel, Dreams Come to Life, Sammy is described as a “product of his time”. This is showcased in two instances: when it is heavily suggested that he is racist towards an angry Thomas (a known poc character) and sexist towards the new head of the animation department, a woman. Susie, unlike Sammy, is a modern thinker. Unlike the vast majority of women in 1920′s - 1930′s America, she is a career woman with self-fulfilling dreams and plans for herself that, at the time, did not involve giving all that up to settle down and stay home with children. If Sammy is truly a product of his time; then like many men in that time period, he would want his lady to give up her career to become a homemaker once married. I can’t see that going over well with Susie.

3. Sammy not warning Susie. In the Employee Handbook guide (considered canon) that was released, we get to see the actual memo Joey sent out to all employees – except Susie – regarding her sudden replacement with Allison Pendle. The memos went out at the start of the morning that very same day, as the words “this afternoon” are used. This means that literally everyone under payroll got this memo, Sammy especially. Susie returned after lunch to see Allison in her booth, talking with Sammy. If there were any romantic feelings between the two of them, wouldn’t Sammy have felt horrible for Susie and pulled her aside to tell her what was going to happen? Instead, it was all business to him and he allowed her to walk blindly into such a heartbreaking and sudden event. As Malice, we even hear Susie call Sammy a “good liar” – probably thinking all of his support was nothing more than blowing smoke as her supervisor and nothing more.

4. Fleeting attraction. Based off a couple of Susie’s tape recordings, we hear her call Sammy “handsome” and/or with a tone that suggests she having a crush on him. It’s widely fanon that this initial, physical attraction was when she was first hired and put under the direction of Sammy via the music department and before her one-on-one lunch date with Joey. There is no mention of Sammy after the luncheon as well as no hints towards she maintaining her physical-based crushed on him or it developing into something more. Everything became “Alice Angel and Joey” for Susie, while Sammy began to focus more on his work as his addiction to the ink grew (as seen in the novel).

5. Susie’s shifted feelings. Unless you’re in denial, Susie’s unexpected attraction to Joey in said tape is obvious. She calls him charming, sounds giddy about getting to have lunch with him, and her tone drastically changing to one more sultry when mentioning he calling her Alice and how much she liked it. From that point onward in the tapes, timeline and discussions with Malice, Susie’s emotional highs and lows start to branch from Joey’s actions and Joey’s alone. This suggests that her initial crush on Sammy was forgotten as she took a greater interest in Joey. 

6. Alice’s Angel’s wrath. As far as we know, Malice and Sammy leave each other alone in the ink-replicated studio years later. They don’t seem to visit another, don’t talk about each other’s whereabouts or recent activities, and frankly don’t seem to care about each other’s existence at all. Yet, what do we hear a lot of from Malice? Pain and anger regarding Joey. Of course, this is to be expected after what he pulled. But did you pick up on the spike of emotions since she met Joey? Even after she was fired/replaced, Susie’s level of upset towards him and what he did to her screams a girlfriend scorned rather than simply a ticked off employee – as if there had been something more. All of her emotions, both high and low, stem from Joey and not Sammy. I was half expecting Sammy and Malice to interact in some way during BATIM; the fact that they didn’t? It solidified their lack of interest in another in my opinion.

7. Sammy’s “Special One”. During the Hot Topic interview with “ink” Sammy, he was asked many question to which everything was posted publicly on Twitter years ago. When asked about Susie, he said he called her charming smile (Susie used the adjective charming to describe Joey) and voice. Then, in a separate question, he was asked if he has a “special someone” at the studio. Sammy’s reply? He couldn’t recall their name! If he remembers Susie but not this special person … they cannot be the same. According to Sammy in that interview, Susie did not hold any special place in his heart

NOTE: Like I stated above, if you ship samsie? That’s fine! Ship away! This is just my blunt, honest opinion on why I do NOT ship them and see no chemistry at all. Thank you for sending this in!!

[lolabean1998]

This Better Work Part 6

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don’t want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you. 

Word Count; 5,407 (Give or Take)

Ali hid her bike half a mile from the tattoo parlour where Penny Peabody had set up shop. Sticking to the shadows as she crept silently towards the door. Picking the lock in seconds. Her father had taught her to pick car locks as her mum was always locking her keys inside. Ali tip toed in checking for an alarm system. But this was Southside and Serpent territory, so it was very unlikely. 

Thank god for honour amongst thieves, I guess. Who'd be dumb enough to break into the snake pit? Ali thought to herself and she headed cautiously to the office at the back. 

On second thought Ali, don't answer that! She chuckled when she remembered that she was probably the only person in the whole of Riverdale dumb enough to do so. She was quick to upload the virus. Making sure to infect all aspects of the computer writing the last of the code to focus on the set files. Once she was satisfied with her work, she quickly crept back to the comfort of the night air. Heaving a sigh of relief when she made it in and out without a hitch.

"OI WHAT ARE YOU DOING." A deep terrifying voice bellowed from a small huddle of bikes across the road that Ali had failed to spot. 

"Premature sigh. PREMATURE SIGH!" Ali muttered to herself as her heart rate met speeds that would put her bike to shame. She didn't have much time to plan her escape as 3 ominous figures raced furiously towards her. 

Well that’s just fucking great, Of COURSE it's them. Ali hissed internally to herself as the light of a street lamp hit the faces of her attackers. Revealing none other than Sweet Pea and Fangs charging head on towards her. 

"Wait why am I still here!" Ali thought aloud leaping into action. Just in time to avoid a large heavy fist swinging mere millimetres from her face. She didn't have time to run from the fight. She had hesitated too long. Leaving her only one option. She was going to have to fight her way out. 

She didn’t have any time to thinking before ducking from a second swing. Upper cutting Fangs before he could get another hit in. Landing a perfect jab to his diaphragm winding him instantly. Ali couldn't help but give him a sharp boot to the ribs for good measure. He had tried to hit her twice. It was only fair. One of the two Serpent boys Ali wasn't familiar with grabbed her outstretched wrist pulling her towards him. 

Dumbass took the bait! Ali smirked using the momentum of his pull to heave herself up wrapping her legs under his arm and over his shoulder hurtling him head first to the concrete. Swinging herself out the way at the last moment. 1 winded, 1 knocked out. 

Keep it up Ali-Cat! She thought. Dodging a fist to the jaw only to be caught in the ribs by a surprise attack from Sweet Pea. Jackass! Ali quickly gave the second Serpent boy a hard kick to the sternum sending him flying back. 

However, Fangs was now recovered enough to be back on his feet. Grabbing her leg before she could bring it back to the ground. Ali felt bad for Fangs. But he left her no other choice. She was just about to push herself up to kick him with her free leg. But a large pair of hands landed heavy on her shoulders gripping them tightly. She was defenceless. 

Come ON! I don't want to stab you, but I will if I must! Ali gasped exasperatedly in her head. 

Ali, determined not to seriously harm her friends, quickly twisted wrapping her hands around Sweet Peas arms kicking up with all the strength she had. Kicking Fangs square in the jaw as her legs cut swiftly through the air. Making their way up over her head and landing heavily on Sweet Peas shoulders forcing him to release the hold he had on her shoulders. Fangs staggered back. His eyes rolling in their sockets before his body dropped to the ground unconscious. Ali wasted no time in throwing her upper body backwards to the ground. Her legs gripping tightly around Sweet Pea. Slamming his back hard against the concrete. 

But he was a stubborn boy and could take a hit. His hands gripping Ali's arm as she scrambled to her feet, heaving her back down rolling her to her back before she had a chance to break free. But he slipped up. Missing Ali's free arm giving her just enough time to grab a knife from her holster. Moving the blade to press threateningly against his crotch as the giant straddled her. She had only recently fixed his jacket. She didn't want to be the first one to slice it again.

"You've got some explaining to do!" He snarled, his voice cracked and gravelly. He had just been smashed against the floor. 

Ali lay there silently. Pushing the blade harder against the inside of his thigh in response. His eye's searching her masked face. Like he was looking for something. Waiting for the ball to drop. One hand pinning Ali's hand to the ground above her head whilst the other subtly searched her pockets. Ali was so focused on planning her escape she didn't notice him pull her lock picking kit from her breast pocket. Ali could see the realization gradually begin to surface in his eyes. She had to get out of there before he recognized her. Pulling her blade swiftly from his crotch and thrusting the handle full force into the side of his ribs. Angling the blade so the handle wedged smoothly between the ribs as she struck, winding him. Giving her the opening she needed to pull her arm from his death grip punching him hard on the side of his face.

That should be a lovely shiner you fucking tosser. You're lucky I fixed up that jacket otherwise I'd have used the other side of the knife. Bean Pole! Ali huffed leaping to her feet and launching into the race of her life. If she could make it to her bike before Sweet Pea came too, she'd be in the clear! Her feet pounded hard against the ground. Legs blazing and lungs close to bursting as she whipped around the corner. Frog leaping onto her bike throwing on her helmet and taking off in one clean swoop. She tore down the street not wanting to look back. Afraid of what she might see. Her heart was still racing when she crossed the border. Only settling when her bike was safely snuggled in its little shed, with her back in the confines of her home.

"You've got a split lip Ali. Did you walk into something or were you spotted?" Rosie asked the next morning when Ali made her way groggily over to the kitchen island. Her body sore and stiff from all the galivanting of the night.

"Car part dropped as I was fitting it. But yes there was a minor hitch in an otherwise smooth mission." Ali groaned, already practicing her excuse so she wouldn't raise suspicions if she was asked about it. "Poor Fangs. He didn't deserve that last night. We should make cookies or something for him."

"Because nothing says innocent like a guilt basket!" Rosie retorted sarcastically handing her worn out daughter a large mug of steaming hot tea and a full English breakfast.

"You're right. We need a Trojan horse." Ali pondered. The two girls faces lit up into a wickedly innocent smile as Izzy skipped into the kitchen. Freezing when she spotted the concerning glares her mother and big sister were giving her.

"Whatever it is I want no part of it. That look never brings anything good!" Izzy declared edging cautiously to her seat beside her sister.

"Isabelle. My darling dearest little sister." Ali started, her voice sweeter than sugar. 

"How would you feel about a sparring session with Sami? We could bring cookies and train this afternoon. I'll teach you any move you like!" Ali offered batting her eyelashes pleadingly. Izzy had to fight the urge to leap in the air in celebration. Instead opting to play it cool even if it went against every fibre of her being.

"Since you asked so nicely. I guess it wouldn't hurt to fit in some extra practice." Izzy agreed calmly. Play it cool Izz. Play it cool. She thought fighting the grin that was tugging ferociously at her lips. It was no use. Less than a second after she had spoken her face was set alight by the happiest grin ever seen. Way to play it cool Isabelle! 

"Hey Mamma Fogarty. We were just wondering if Sami was up for a sparring session? Ali promised to teach us some of her moves since we did so well with our science project!" Izzy asked politely. Handing the tall, dark skinned woman a large box of cookies. 

"You my dear, have perfect timing. They're just round the back sparring now." Mamma Fogarty smiled pointing the girls in the direction of their friends. "He does this every time he gets into a scuffle."

"Thank you Mamma Fogarty. Enjoy the cookies!" The girls called jogging around the corner to find Sami trapped in a headlock with Fangs ruffling up her already frizzy hair.

"SWEEP HIS KNEE AND SLAM INTO HIS SIDE TO KNOCK HIM OVER!" Ali instructed. Laughing at the panicked expression that flicked over Fangs' face as he crashed into the long grass beneath him. 

"Nice job kiddo. That'll teach him for messing with the hair!" Ali grinned coming to a halt beside Fangs. Looking down and waving sarcastically down at him.

"You're such an ass sometimes Ali. Did you know that?" Fangs mocked grabbing the back of her knees and heaving them towards him sending Ali toppling over. Pulling a nervous squeak from her as she landed heavily beside him.

"Ali said she's going to teach us some of her special moves. Want to join?" Izzy grinned re-plaiting Sam's wild, untameable hair. 

"Oh cool! Can you teach us the arm swing thing? The one where you grab their arm and pull yourself to wrap around their shoulder? Can we learn that one?" Sam asked eagerly, an enthusiastic beaming glow flooding her face.

"If Fangs is up for helping then hell yes. It's one of my favourites!" Ali winked helping Fangs to his feet. The boy sighed heavily but nodded in agreement. A dark bruise already making its presence on his face known from the spot Ali had kicked him the night before. Sorry Fangs! Ali thought getting a clear view of the full extent of his injuries. 

"You sure you're up for it, you look like shit!" Ali remarked as they got into position.

"Shut up Ali. I look like shit 'cos I got in a fight last night. You just look like shit!" He quipped with a cheeky grin. "At least I have an excuse!"

"Fuck you Fangs. I was going to go easy on you. But now you're just asking to get your ass whooped!" Ali defended playfully. Unaware of the extra pair of eyes observing from the cover of the surrounding trees.

Izzy and Sam watched eagerly as Ali took them step by step through the move. Allowing them to practice on her first so she could give them the necessary pointers before they practiced on Fangs. For someone who'd had recently had his ass kicked he showed no signs of weakness. If anything, it looked like he was enjoying the extra practice. Even getting to practice the move and try out a few counter-moves on Ali. 

The girls had just finished perfecting their third new move when the figure that had been watching from the shadows decided to come forwards into the light.

"This looks like fun. Mind if I join in?" The voice called gruffly.

"SWEET PEA!" Izzy cheered running over to throw her arms around his waist in a hug. 

"Of course you can! The more the merrier!" She beamed skipping back alongside him, making his face crack into the smallest of smiles. 

"Can I try out the new moves Ali taught me on you?"

"Sure kid. Let's see what you've got!" Sweet Pea agreed. Bracing himself ready to be thrown, pushed and pulled to the ground. Grunting and groaning with each landing and giving the little girl pointers where possible.

"Hey, now that Sweet Pea's here you can show us how to defend against two opponents." Sam piped up, looking hopefully up at the older trio stood in front of her. Fangs shrugged, nodding in agreement turning to Sweet Pea awaiting his answer.

"I'm up for it if Ali is. We're all friends here." Sweet Pea paused turning to Ali, a knowing look in his eye. 

"Aren't we Ali?" He finished, twitching an eyebrow at her daringly.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Ali smiled nodding in agreement. 

"What could possibly go wrong!" She muttered sarcastically under her breath moving into position, ready to be attacked by the two boys for the second time in less than 24 hours. This time it was Sweet Pea to make the first move. Lunging forward to sweep her leg. Ali jumped out the way just in time. Grabbing his arm and using it to pull herself up to wrap around his chest trapping his arm between her powerful legs. Twisting herself to the side using her body weight to hurl the giant into his friend knocking the pair down like a set of bowling pins.

"That was awesome!" The two girls cheered giving the boys and Ali a round of applause as they got to their feet. 

"Could've done with this yesterday huh Sweet Pea." Fangs joked helping Sam perfect her stance and hold on Ali.

"Took the words right out my mouth." Sweet Pea muttered scowling suspiciously at Ali. 

This was a bad idea. This was a very bad idea! Ali cringed.

"What happened yesterday?" Sam asked curiously, helping Ali back to her feet ready for Izzy's turn. Ali felt the question slam into her like a bus. This couldn't get any worse.

"Caught someone breaking into serpent territory late last night and got our ass kicked by crazy Ninja moves like these." Fangs sighed defeatedly, the disgust of his defeat evident in his voice.

"Reckon they just got lucky." Sweet Pea baited glancing slyly over at Ali, registering the eye roll she gave his comment.

"I don't know Bean Pole. They certainly managed to give you a rather nasty black eye." She replied flicking her eyes over the deep purple bruise spreading over his eye. Her gaze breaking as she hurtled towards Fangs by Izzy's forceful swing. Ali coughed a little as she sat up feeling slightly winded, accepting the hand being offered to her. Regretting it almost immediately when Sweet Pea heaved her up pulling her uncomfortably close to him as he leant to whisper in her ear. Placing something in her hand.

"You've got some explaining to do!" He whispered glancing down to the silver writing embossed on the pale blue lock picking kit in her hand that read 'H.M'. Ali swallowed hard in a desperate attempt to drown the panic that had risen in her throat. It just got worse.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ali replied casually. Stepping back smiling her signature smile and moving ready to teach the girls another move. The group spent the next few hours practicing moves and counter moves. With Sweet Pea keeping a very close eye on Ali.

"Ok, if you boys don't say it I will." Ali panted lying on her back in the long grass. Her cheeks flushed and head sweaty. "I'm absolutely shattered. Everything hurts and if I don't eat something soon, I'm afraid I'll eat Fangs." Ali half joked as her stomach gave a low grumble, making the team chuckle.

"Hey why me? Why not Sweet Pea? He's much bigger than me!" Fangs questioned sounding rather hurt by her suggestion, turning on his side to face his exhausted friend.

"Sweet Peas are poisonous. I'm starving not stupid. Sorry Fangs." Ali replied sympathetically before looking him over and licking her lips mockingly.

"Right Pop's it is. We can take the truck. Ali you can catch a lift with the poisonous plant. I don't feel safe being in a confined space with you right now." Fangs laughed rising to his feet and fetching his jacket and keys from the pile by the trailer.

"Come on Ali, the sooner you eat the better. You look like hell." Sweet Pea teased offering her a hand up. Scowling when she slapped his hand away.

"Last time you did that it was a trap!" Ali scorned struggling to pull her lifeless limbs into action.

"Just take the help Ali. It's becoming painful to watch." Sweet Pea coaxed smirking at her repeated failed attempts of standing. Ali huffed but took his hand only to heave him to the ground. Smiling smugly at his unamused expression.

"There, now you don't have to watch!" Ali chirped happily, rolling onto her hands and knees so she could scramble up leaving Sweet Pea in the grass. "I'll leave you here if you want."

"Oh yeah and how are you going to leave when I have your keys?" Sweet Pea asked smugly. Jingling a set of keys with a bright blue letter A hanging from them. Ali’s eyes squinting irritably for a second. Quickly returning to its previous proudly smug expression, throwing Sweet Pea completely.

"Simple," Ali chimed smugly. "I'll take yours!" She grinned waving his own set of keys back at him. 

"You're dead!" He growled playfully, leaping to his feet and grabbing Ali's waist before she could make a run for it. Throwing her over his shoulder and swiping the keys from her hand. 

"Did you just squeak like a mouse? Ali-Cat, more like Field Mouse!" Sweet Pea scoffed carrying her over to his trailer where his bike was parked.

"I'll dig my claws in if you carry on insulting me like that!" Ali threatened playfully. Trying to wiggle her way out of his grip.

"Oh no you don't. Not after that comment. You can stay there and think about what you've said!" Sweet Pea scolded slapping her ass hard as he spoke. Smirking when she squeaked at the contact.

"That's fine I've got something to keep me occupied anyway." Ali teased resting her head in her hands to stare at his ass.

"Harley Masters, are you staring at my ass?" Sweet Pea inquired playfully. Waving to Jughead who was watching in confusion as they passed his trailer. Ali's eyes flew wide open and her heart rate increased tenfold at her full name. How did he know. She immediately began trying to swing out of his hold. But he had her in a firm, unbreakable grip.

"How the-? What in the Hell did you just say?!" Ali demanded. Her brows knitted into a furious blend of panic and confusion.

"You heard!" Sweet Pea replied smugly placing her on the back of his bike and handing her his spare helmet. 

"Izzy told me all about your nickname. About how it took you ages before you could pronounce your R's properly. How you used to say Haly instead of Harley." Sweet Pea teased putting his helmet on.

"That's what you meant earlier." Ali exclaimed. "You seriously confused me!" 

"Ali what are you talking about?" Sweet Pea asked frowning.

"When you said I had some explaining to do..." Ali trailed off, avoiding Sweet Pea's leg as he swung himself on in front of her.

"Oh that. I already know what the H.M stands for. What I don't know is why you broke into Peabody's place. Hold on tight!" He called not giving Ali a chance to reply. Speeding off just as she wrapped her arms around his waist. The feeling of her hands clinging to his shirt made it very hard to concentrate as he whipped and weaved his way to Pops. Ali's mind to busy racing with an endless list of possibilities to notice what she was doing to him. What does this mean? Are Mum and Izzy going to get beaten up? Killed? Did he tell her? How did he know? What have I done? Why am I still on his bike? She felt like her mind was about to explode. 

By the time they arrived at Pops she was in full panic mode. Pulling off her helmet to reveal her bloodless face. Panic overwhelming her eyes. Sweet Peas eyes widened when he saw the fear coursing through her body sending her into small scale convulsions. Making her very uneasy on her feet when she climbed gingerly off his bike. Her centre of balance was so uneasy, he had to catch her before she fell over. Helping her back over to lean on his bike for support. 

"Ali relax I'm not going to say anything. I just want to know why. Nothings going to happen. Hell, I'm even willing to look past the fact that you pulled a knife on me." He comforted rubbing her back and pulling her into a gentle hug.

"You sure you're not going to tell Penny?" Ali asked tentatively. She wasn't so worried for herself they could do what they wanted with her. As long as they left her family out of it. 

"And you're not mad about the knife?" She looked up hesitantly up feeling ridiculously pathetic.

"The knife? No that was just self defence. The black eye however... that, I'm going to be coming back too." He joked stroking her hair, looking deep into her puppy eye's. Feeling his heart melt with every second she was with him. Ali scowled giving him a playful shove and standing up straight again.

"I found out what she was making my Uncle do and we can't afford to get caught up in anything. So I figured if she didn't have anything on him then she couldn't black mail him anymore." Ali explained, technically she hadn't lied. Just not told the whole truth.

"And you thought that was the night to do it?" He asked as they made their way into Pops. Smiling at the familiar ring of the bell as they entered.

"Look who finally decided to show up!" Fangs called dramatically as the pair joined the group at the booth in the far corner. 

"I've been stuck listening to reruns of how I got my ass kicked yesterday. And this morning!" Fangs scowled crossing his arms and turning his nose away like a drama queen.

"Man up Fangs! You're turning into a Northsider. Got your ass kicked twice in less than 24 hours and now your acting like a spoilt brat. Carry on like this and you'll be joining Ali for cheerleading practice!" Sweet Pea sassed slumping down beside his best friend.

"Ouch Sweet Pea. Even I felt the sting on that." Ali exclaimed smiling at Pops when he handed the group their milkshakes.

"You were supposed to. Cheerleaders are just preppy little bitches. It's pathetic really. All you do is bounce around grinning all the time." Sweet Pea mocked with a smirk.

"Oh yeah. I'd like to see you throw a human being in the air and catch them without damaging them, yourself and looking amazing whilst doing all that." Ali defended raising a daring eyebrow at the Serpent. 

"Thank you, Izzy, for ordering for us. It was very nice of you." She smiled turning to her little sister who was watching intently whilst she slurped her chocolate milkshake.

"No worries, but how did you know it was me?" She questioned.

"You're the only one crazy enough to tolerate spending enough time with these clowns to know their order." Sam and Fangs elaborated in chorus before bursting into hysterics at their perfect sync.

"What can I say?" Izzy shrugged nonchalantly. A playful twinkle beaming in her eyes. 

"I've got clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Here I am. Stuck in the middle of you!" She sang motioning either side of her to the rest of the group making everyone laugh and Ali choke on her drink. The group watched in frozen horror for moment as Ali battled against the desperate force trying to spit her drink. But after a moment struggle, she swallowed the drink with ease.

"At least now we know Ali doesn’t spit she swallows." Fangs commented nonchalantly sending everyone into another fit of giggles. 

Pops placed their order on the table once they had all calmed down. Giving Ali and Sweet Pea a knowing glance before handing Izzy a 10-dollar bill. 

"What was that?" Ali asked suspiciously before taking a large bite of her burger. Her gaze fixed on her little sister as she tucked the money into the arm pocket of her jacket.

"Nothing just tip money." She shrugged innocently. But Ali knew there was something else going on. She was her sister after all. 

"Uh huh sure it is." Ali nodded sarcastically before several waving hands caught her eye distracting her. Sweet Pea saw the focus completely disappear from her face the second the waving hands caught her attention and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is she always like this?" He asked watching as she ushered the group over to the table.

"Like what?" Izzy questioned through a mouthful of cheese burger.

"Easily distracted." He elaborated before scowling at Ali as she shuffled him over to the wall so Jughead, Betty and Cheryl could join. 

"Only when she’s trying to ignore something at the back of her mind." Izzy replied truthfully. She knew exactly what was playing on Ali's mind. The only problem? Ali didn't. 

The group spent the rest of the evening debating over the black hood and enjoying milkshakes, cheesy bites and fries. Ignoring the lingering unanswered questions and looming cloud of doom making its way closer and closer to their side of town.

"You'll never guess what's happened!" Cheryl exclaimed the second Ali took her seat in Chemistry making her jump a little.

"Oh god! What happened? Did Archie do another stupid thing again?" Ali moaned with a heavy sigh, unaware of the person sat behind them.

"Hey! What did I do to you?!" Archie gasped throwing a ball of paper at her head in mock offense. 

"OUCH!" Ali cried sarcastically. A smirk spreading across her red lips as she threw it back. 

"Sorry Arch but you have been a dumb ass lately." Ali replied before turning back to Cheryl who looked as if she was about to burst.

"Southside High got shut down so now the scumbag Snakes are being sent here!" She raged making several students jump at her sudden outburst. The thought of the serpents coming to Riverdale High sent butterflies to her stomach and she couldn't figure out why. Some of them were her friends sure but that wouldn't cause this surely? Cheryl's continuous bitching pulled Ali from her daze.

"Chill Cheryl, they aren't that bad. You got along with Fangs and Sweet Pea sort of. Ali grimaced a little at her words and the memory of Cheryl hanging out with her and the Serpents at Pops. Everything is going to be fine." Ali reassured her but she knew that come the next day, it would all go sideways. Chaos would rain down on them all. 

Cheryl spent the rest of the day whining about the Serpents and how they were going to ruin the school. It was after all, a sanctuary from her home life.

"Oh God. Why do you like the cat that ate the canary?" Ali groaned when she walked into the girls changing room. Only to discover the Vixens already in gear and rallied with Cheryl who was looking very pleased with herself. 

"Because my dear Ali-Cat, me and Reggie have come up with a solution to our little dilemma." Cheryl chirped before heading out with the rest of the cheerleading squad in quick procession.

"Oh, dear god! Of all people why Reggie?" Ali whined as she quickly threw on her cheerleading uniform. Chasing after the team of preppy teens about to pick a fight with the biggest gang in town as soon as she was dressed. 

"Too late." Ali huffed as she darted down the corridor to where Cheryl and Toni were standing toe to toe. She was just about to jump in to defend the Southsiders. To at least give them a chance but Principle Wetherbee beat her too it. Cheryl and Reggie lead their crowd of puppets away whilst Jughead led the Southsiders down the corridor to the common room, passing Ali as they went. 

"I told you when it came down to it, she was a Northsider." Sweet Pea muttered to Fangs as they passed her. His eyes scanning her uniform as they passed. 

That rat bastard! The little git thinks I'm siding with Cheryl! Ali gasped internally, watching as they disappeared around the corner.

It didn't take long for Ali to find an opportunity to redeem herself in the eyes of the Serpents. She was sat in the cafeteria talking to Varchie and Bughead about the happenings over the holidays. Laughing at the awful puns Jughead kept adding in. He seemed to be happy for the first time in a while and Ali hoped this would last forever. Queue Reggie and his team of meat heads.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He snarled as the Bulldogs slowly surrounded the leather bound, snake tatted table. 

"This can't be anything good." Ali grumbled before standing up and strolling casually over to the table. Watching as Sweet Pea's jaw clenched, his fists balled up to the point where his knuckles were turning white. 

"Back off mutt. We don't want your fleas." Sweet Pea snarled squaring up to Reggie. His gaze stone cold as he stared down the preppy jock.

"Really Reginald? This is what you do with your spare time? Pick fights with poisonous flowers?" Ali sighed looking very unamused as she pushed herself between the two testosterone fuelled boys. 

"Stand down Mantle the Magnificent before you become Mantle the Mauled to death." She warned feeling rather annoyed at his arrogance. 

"And you can wipe the smug grin off your face too Sweet Pea. Picking a fight on the first day isn't a very clever start is it?" Ali called him out without even needing to turn around to see his smug expression. His heart was racing faster than he thought possible and he couldn't believe his eyes. 

"Sorry Princess did we disrupt your fine dining?" Sweet Pea quipped giving her a smirk and a wink as he sat back down in his chair. He could never pass up the opportunity to tease her. Ali rolled her eyes at his silly little remark and turned to leave. But just as she was about to, a large warm hand wrapped around her wrist pulling her backwards. 

"You look good in that uniform you should wear it more often." Sweet Pea whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke flooding her body with butterflies. His hand was warm against her skin and she could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body. He released her hand allowing her to stand up straight. Only to grab her hands and pull her closer again. 

"Ali you're freezing." He claimed his voice filled with genuine concern as he searched her eyes. She smiled her usual bright smile shaking her head with a light chuckle.

"Pea I'm always like this. You're just freakishly warm." Ali smiled pulling her hands away and turning to walk back to her table. As for the uniform My eyes are up here, so keep them there. She warned playfully pointing to her smoky eye shadow and bright blue eyes.

"Wait!" Sweet Pea instructed stopping her in her tracks. She turned around slowly to see why he had stopped her from going back to her friends again. 

"You're going to freeze to death, and I need you to do a paint job on my bike later. This should keep you warm." Sweet Pea stated pulling a large black hoodie from his bag and handing it to Ali. Who only put it on after a stern raise of his eyebrow. 

With a reluctant huff she made her way back to her table. Who does this kid think he is? I don't need his charity.