#i could give that gal a different name and no one would notice :>

[quaddmgd]

PARTY LIKE IT'S 2072

Place me in my casket tonight Because I'm already dying inside Pale skin so cold to the touch Like a rose in bloom when we blush Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night My hollow heart finds it too hard to trust We're all alone until we turn back to dust

Sidewalks and Skeletons - GOTH

[corroded-hellfire]

A little blurb I came up with in honor of our High Lady’s birthday and the winter solstice. This is modern!eddie x reader who seem to bump heads when it comes to their respective fantasy series: Lord of the Rings & A Court of Thorns and Roses. Thank you to @big-ope-vibes and @fracturedarkness for reading this over for me 💖

Words: 733

Dustin lets himself into your apartment as he always does. One of the very first things you and Eddie learned when you’d moved in was to make sure the front door is locked if you didn’t want hordes of teenagers just busting in at all times of the day.

“I can’t believe you think that’s better!”

Dustin hears Eddie shout from your shared bedroom and the younger man sinks down into a kitchen chair with a groan. Maybe he could make an escape before either of you noticed he was there. It’s not like you could have heard him come in over the volume of your argument.

“God damn it, not this again,” Dustin mumbles to himself as he stands up.

He isn’t quick enough though. Eddie stomps out of the bedroom, you hot on his heels. You notice Dustin before your boyfriend does and throw him a quick, semi-forced smile before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. Eddie gives him a nod in greeting before your reply.

“You have no taste! Arwen sounds like the name of a hotel maintenance repair guy! My daughter will not have that name.”

Eddie scoffs and shakes his head.

“And what, your top pick is so much better?” Eddie spits out.

“Yes!”

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Yet you say I’m the one with no taste?” he asks.

“Feyre is a beautiful name! What’s wrong with it?”

Eddie pulls out the old, worn blue chair that’s across the table from Dustin and plops down into it. He looks imploringly at one of his best friends, not even sure what he’s asking for. Backup? Agreement? Would either make a difference?

“What about Galadriel?” Eddie asks. “We’ll call her ‘Gal.’”

“That’s worse than Arwen!” you tell him as you walk to the fridge and grab a drink. Eddie opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand before he can get the words out. “If you say ‘Éowyn’ I swear to God you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Dustin rolls his eyes as Eddie stands up again, taking a few steps closer to you.

“Éowyn sounds like that other name you suggested!” he argues.

“Amren?” you ask. Eddie nods and you shake your head. “They are entirely different names. And I think I’ve given you some great options.”

“Haven’t heard a good one yet,” Eddie says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

One hand slams your drink down before it rests on your hip while the other you hold up in front of your face so you can count off the names on your fingers.

“Morrigan, Nesta, Elain!”

“Uh, you know,” Dustin pipes up as he begins to stand, “Elain sounds pretty reasonable.”

“Gimme a second, Dustin,” Eddie says, waving a dismissive hand at his buddy. The shorter man just rolls his eyes and plops back down in his seat.

“Samwise!” Eddie hurls at you, upping his volume. “It could work for a boy or a girl! Call them Sam.”

“If we’re going with that, we might as well go with Rhysand! Call him Rhys!” you shout back.

“I see we’ve moved on to boys now…” Dustin mumbles to himself.

“Legolas!” Eddie barks.

“Cassian!” you snap back.

“Aragorn.”

“Azriel.”

“Boromir.”

“Lucien.”

Eddie smirks and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously.

“What about Tam—”

“You shut your damn mouth,” you hiss, pointing a finger at him.

Eddie scoffs and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Dustin stands up, emanating a deep groan.

“You guys!” he yells, louder than both of you had been. It catches your attention and you and Eddie look over at him. “Will you two stop arguing over these names? Holy shit. You’re not even pregnant—you’re not having a baby! God damn it.”

Dustin shakes his head and walks towards the front door, clearly exasperated from just being in your home a few minutes.

“Maybe I’ll come back after you do have a kid and all this bullshit will be over,” he mumbles as he walks outside. The door reverberates as he slams it shut behind him.

A moment passes before you and Eddie tear your eyes from the door to meet each other’s gaze. Your boyfriend arches an eyebrow at you.

“So, the name Dustin is a no go?” he asks.

“A definite no.”

[tinkerbelle05]

Okay but imagine Battinson driving to Kansa for a Batman case and then he just gets lost. Like yea, he traveled for years for training and all but he was mainly focused on the training aspect, not sightseeing. And to make matters worst (because if something can go wrong, with Bruce it most certainly will) he has a busted tire with no tools in sight to fix it.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Bruce heard a young boy’s voice call out to him. It was two of them, they looked like carbon copies of each other so they must be siblings. Though to Bruce, they looked more like the time laps of a boy who hit a punk phase in his teen years.

This wasn’t exactly a busy street and in his 2 hours of being stuck here, Bruce had only seen 2 cars pass by. He wondered where these kids came from.

He puts on the “Brucie” mask and grinned, “Hello, is there anything you need fellas?”

He knew that Brucie Wayne was widely known throughout the US. He cannot let down his guard and let his cover blow, even if it’s just children who realistically probably had no interest in socialites from a different state.

The light of recognition and surprised hits the older boy's face and he exclaimed, “Your Bruce Wayne?!”

Knew it.

“Yes, I am. And what are y’all’s names?” He made sure to keep his voice light and his smile friendly and open.

“Um..that’s my brother, Jon, and my name’s Conner.” He stammered out. “We noticed that you weren’t moving and wanted to help.”

That was rather nice of the two boys but incredibly naive and unsafe. This could’ve easily been a ruse to lure in unsuspecting people who are too kind. But maybe that’s just the Gothamite in him speaking, you learn early on not to trust strangers, especially those who are being nice to you.

“Yea!” Jon excitedly confirmed and he looked over at Bruce’s car. “It seems like the front tire is busted. Conner can patch it up, he’s pretty good at this kinda stuff.”

It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised now. The boys were both now beaming at him, eager, and the desire to help written clearly on both of their faces. Even though Conner, did not look at all confident in his skills. But Bruce did need the help so he nodded.

While Conner was busy looking over the tire, Jon stayed behind to ask Bruce some questions. Some were getting pretty weird and into the dating part of his life. The boy would ask, “Are you single, sir?”

And before Bruce had the chance to answer, he’d give him another one and another one. He caught all of them of course and was getting ready to deflect. But then he saw the puppy smile and the little dimples. He wondered if the boy’s parents had this much trouble saying no to him.

He caved and answered yes to all of the questions but honestly, he never considered dating an option. He had many roles to fill and even more, secrets to keep that having a romantic partner seemed too out of reach for him to even entertain things like types or preferences.

“Would you date a divorced person with kids?” Jon asked with slight hope in his blue eyes. That was a rather odd and specific question.

What would Brucie say in this situation? What would Bruce say? Well, he had multiple kids at home so refusing someone else for having their own would be strange of him. “No, I would not mind.”

“That’s great,” came his reply.

“Um, Mr. Wayne, you wouldn’t mind if I called my Pa then? The tire needs to be replaced and he’s better than me when it comes to that part. I would also hate to accidentally mess up your car.” Conner told him and Bruce nodded once again.

A few moments later as Bruce and the boys converse in small talk, he saw a vibrant red pickup pulled up beside them and saw a god walk out. Tall and sun-kissed skin with waves of black hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was beautiful, there was nothing much to it.

“Hello there! My son called, said you needed some help with your car?”

All Bruce could do was nod and move out of the way so the man could work. He was used to feeling tongue-tied, gals he didn’t want to attend, and board meetings that could have easily been an email. But those were situations, not a singular person.

He looked up from his kneeling position-why the sun shine on him like that?- and introduced himself, “By the way, name’s Clark Kent. Let's see what we're working with here.” And then returned to his work.

Bruce nodded once again and the sounds of giggling children could be heard. They were giving their Dad encouragement.

It was much needed too, Clark looked like a fish out of water. Bruce knew how to replace the tire, he just didn't have any tools or a spare tire with him. Which was foolish of him, he knows. But he couldn't really think right now, with Clark in front of him. Plus, he didn't want to overstep Clark, maybe he had a process.

(Yes, a process that included staring at the tire and the spare he brought in his truck.)

After a very long 3 hours, Clark got the tire securely on and with no chance of falling off, as it did the last 3 times before.

Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Kent.”

He flounders for a “your welcome” and then silence as they both stare at each other. “Would you like to go eat at a diner? It's rather hot so an ac and a cool drink might stop you from catching a heat stroke.”

Bruce thinks this over and nods, “Yes, that would be nice. What about your kids?”

Clark’s eyes made their way to them and before he gave an answer, Conner beat him to it.

“Oh, don't worry about us, Mr. Wayne. I got my driver’s license so I’ll drive us back home in Dad’s pickup. Let’s go, Jon.” The boy flashes his driver’s license for both men to see.

“Okay, get home safe, and re-“

“Yes, yes, we will remember to call you,” Jon says dismissively. He comes closer to give his father a hug (how cute, Bruce thinks) and whispers something.

Bruce couldn't catch what was said with Jon’s quiet voice and his head facing away. But whatever it was turned Clark into a blushing mess.

“Yes, I will. Off you go now.” Clark pushes his son into the direction of the pickup and turns to Bruce. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Bruce says getting to the car. “I’ll pay for dinner, as a thank you. This is non-negotiable, Clark.”

He chuckles, “Okay, fine. But I get to drive then. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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[loveandmurders]

hello buddy ol pal! came here to request some billy loomis or stu macher x fem/gn reader who’s like *super hot* but too ditzy to notice? (cringe i know 🤭) if you can’t write it no worries!

Hello love, thank you for this request! It was a very cute idea actually.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

SO HOT & SO CONFUSED (Billy x female!reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of murders, protective and possessive Billy, mentions of sexual desire, reader is a hot himbo.

You only arrived in Woodsboro two weeks ago, and yet it felt like you had always been there.

You didn’t know how that happened but the most popular people in school instantly brought you to their side, and everyone knew you and treated you kindly. You were invited to every party, you were greeted by everyone and even male teachers seemed to give you better grades.

You thought you had always been lucky in your life, because people were generally kind to you, and you enjoyed that.

You were kind in return.

However you disliked how men could sometimes be creeps to you. But weren’t they the same to every woman on the planet anyways?

This time it felt different, though.

No guy tried to annoy you.

And the one who tried, disappeared soon after and you never saw him ever again. Until his face was on every street of the town with a big “MISSING” beneath his picture.

To be fair, it happened a few times.

It also felt different because of Billy Loomis.

He was the hottest guy of the town and everyone wanted him in their bed at least once in their lives.

And you had to admit that you would also like that.

But you weren’t feeling bold enough to start flirting with him. Especially because you didn’t like drama and you were pretty certain every girl in school would start hating you if they saw you in his arms.

Good thing he was bold enough for you two.

Whenever you would arrive in school, you could be certain that Billy, sometimes closely followed by his best friend Stu, was going to spot you and to walk to you or to gesture to you to come closer.

You were almost certain that Billy was already dating another girl though. Sidney or Sandra or something like that.

You didn’t really care about her, as Billy’s charming presence was always making you forget all about the people around you.

You tried your best to never sit next to him in class or you knew you would never be able to follow what the teacher would say.

But sometimes you failed, because the man seemed to enjoy your presence a little too much for both your own good. He needed to keep an eye on you.

For the sole reason that he had never met a girl he so physically desired before. He couldn’t even imagine how your naked body would feel beneath his, nor how truly gorgeous you were.

He needed to make you his.

And that was why Ghostface was killing whoever was getting a little too close to you for his own liking.

He couldn’t share you with anyone else.

Was it Billy’s fault if you were the hottest gal he ever saw in his whole life?

The first time he saw you, he was smoothly talking to Sidney… and you made him forget his lines. Sidney had been quite pissed at him, and it had been hard to recover from him being distracted because of another girl.

Gosh, you had become his favourite sight to look at. He could watch you all day long without getting bored. You were a masterpiece.

And he needed to have you.

Of course Sidney was in the way, and he really couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

Stu had to remind him countless times that they were supposed to follow the plan or it wouldn’t be as good as they had thought it would be.

But Billy was getting impatient.

You were so hot.

And yet you didn’t seem to notice it.

More than once Billy flirted with you, calling you all kinds of pet names including “beautiful, beauty, gorgeous, hottie,...” but you never really caught on to it.

You were taking care of your body and you enjoyed putting on trendy clothes and a little bit of makeup sometimes too with nice hairstyles.

But you never really thought anything about the way people were watching you. Why would you care as long as everyone was nice to you?

You were used to boys asking you to carry your stuff, and you didn’t see why you should refuse it.

If people wanted to be kind to you, why shouldn’t you take the opportunity?

(Plus your bag always crumpled your tops and you really didn’t like that at all.)

It also often happened that boys tried to kiss you at parties or in your daily life, especially when you were getting along with them or when they were too drunk to realise how stupid they were.

You had to admit that now that you had Billy by your side it was a little bit different. In a good way.

He was protective.

And you were enjoying your time with him. He was cute and funny and intense.

He was so hot.

But you couldn’t imagine that he could want you. He had a girlfriend, anyways.

He was always doing his best to avoid Sidney when you were at parties so he could spend time with you, flirting with you and making sure no one else was talking to you.

He was getting very possessive with you, and the fact you didn’t seem to catch on how much he desired you was only fueling his desire to have you all his.

When he needed to go play with Sidney, he was asking Stu to stay with you. Not that he particularly trusts his friend in the presence of such a hot girl, but it was better than having you with someone he didn’t like or didn’t know.

Billy and Stu often wondered if you were stupid though.

You never caught on to the flirting.

You never seemed to understand their “subtle” remarks about your body.

You never understood either when they were calling you “hot stuff”.

You always giggled and rolled their eyes at them “I’m not hot, I’m just a girl”.

And unlike any other girls Billy flirted with, while being with Sidney, you didn’t play with the situation. It was actually confusing you a lot

“I thought you were dating that girl… what was her name again…?”

“Sidney. Yes I'm dating her and…?”

“Oh well, then maybe you shouldn’t invite me to your place at night… I’m not sure she would be happy about that”

“I’m not planning on telling her, you know. And you neither”

“I don’t even know who she is! But really… why do you want me to come over anyways?”

You were really making things hard for Billy.

But because you weren't noticing anything, he thought you might make things easier for Ghostface: you would never be suspicious of him.

He even thought that you would be pretty easy to kill… but he really didn’t want that. It would be a waste.

And one day, you would be his, body and soul.

Or he would go insane.

[agentravensong]

i've had a fic in my drafts for multiple years now (first version of it is from shortly post witch in the web) about paul becoming something of a surrogate dad for hannah (or, more accurately, just beginning on that journey, and then the events of tgwdlm happen). and now i have an idea for a similar story that i think i'm even less likely to finish, so i'm gifting it to tumblr:

bill becoming grace's new, better dad (potentially leading to, depending on how much you want to balloon the scope, the full ccrp gang (minus ted, for timeline reasons we'll get to shortly) becoming psuedo-parental figures for the full npmd protag gang)

to start: bill and grace. i think we can all agree that grace deserves better parents, right? well, there's one reason i think bill is the prime candidate to step into that role for her: they're canonically the same denomination and go to the same church. meaning that a) bill has seen this girl once a week for probably her whole life, so he's got to at least know her a little bit by now, and b) grace probably has a baseline level of respect for and willingness to listen to him, at least compared to any of the other ccrp adults (who are all different denominations).

them having their church in common gives them a starting point, but we also know just how different bill is from grace's parents (for one, he has no problem with his daughter being gay and dating). so being around him could give grace another perspective on life, one she wouldn't be so easily able to dismiss out of hand. there's a chance, however slight, that grace might actually believe him when he shows her there are other ways to be good. other ways to Be.

i guess there's also the possibility that grace's family (and thus grace) could secretly despise bill for not adhering to their version of their denomination's beliefs? but i still think it could work given the right circumstances.

what would be those circumstances, you ask? here's what i think:

the workin boys timeline, post workin boys (gals).

think about it: bill was there, and he has to know grace was there, since she's the one who Dealt with hidgens. imagine being him, and going to church the next sunday, and seeing her there. you'd be at least a little concerned about how she's doing, right?

now, answer me this: do you think grace's parents would be at all equipped to give grace the emotional support she would need after that experience? do you think they'd react at all rationally when they found out about this whole thing?

do you think grace would be able to fully keep up appearances the next time she went to church, after smiting someone in the name of god?

which is to say, i think bill, for as obtuse as he can sometimes be, would notice that she's not okay. and knowing how much he misses alice when she's not around, and how much he always worries for her... i think it's a fair jump to make that bill's fatherly side would start coming out. that he'd offer to be there for grace, and maybe start looking into her family on his own.

and grace, after a short while doing her best to hold things together on her own, cracks, and decides to take him up on that offer.

i think bill would have to do some more developing himself in order to really help grace, because we do see in his relationship with alice that familiar strain of overprotectiveness, even if it's much less dominant than in the chasitys. in that respect, i think setting a version of this idea in the watcher world timeline could be easier, because bill goes through some serious development there... but overall i find that version less interesting for grace, so instead, bill is gonna have to learn the longer way.

it would take a while for bill to start getting at the heart of how grace got messed up by her parents. but i think, with enough time — and maybe some help from a certain social worker and his specially gifted (girl)friend, if we say this timeline is one of the better 50% — he could get there.

now, i mentioned the other npmd teens up top. for the sake of this story, i like imagining that ruth actually survived; she hid when hidgens started murdering and he didn't get to her before the curtains went up. so she gets to be here! yay!

but, uh. none of them are doing too hot. obviously a ruth who lived through that would be traumatized; it might even ruin her love of theater entirely. ritchie saw it all, and i figure ruth wouldn't come out of hiding until after it was all over, so there were a good few minutes at least where he genuinely believed his (maybe best) friend was dead.

and, pete... he wasn't there, but, ya know. he lost his brother. so.

all the kids need help, is the point. and if bill is starting to look after grace, then it's basically inevitable (heh) that he'd start seeing some of ritchie (since he and grace were already kind of friends in this timeline, and i can imagine them developing a trauma bond in the aftermath of the event) and then, by association, ruth. i can even imagine him encouraging grace to hang out with them more as part of her healing, and then they could start having hang-outs at his place, and... plus, i figure the other ccrp adults probably at least vaguely knew about ted's younger brother, so bill doing at least one courtesy check-in on pete makes sense. and pete is friends with richtie and ruth, so, it all comes together!

and at some point, if bill is gonna end up helping out all these teens to some extent, it'll probably become part of his small talk at work, and that's how, if you wanted to, you could get the other adults involved. like, we know paul has babysat for alice before, so i think bill could probably convince him to help out here too... eventually. i mean, it's not like he'd ask him to take them to a musical, given Everything. if paul has started pursuing something with emma, then she can be here too! and charlotte... well, i don't know if we know anything about her opinion on children, and i don't want to stereotype her given she's the only woman of the group. but she's at least generally a nice person; i think she'd be willing to help out when she sees bill starting to get overwhelmed.

which basically just leaves the question of how steph gets involved. my answer: she hears about what happened, then learns that pete's brother was one of the casualties, and through some combo of feeling obligated and having a spark of an interest in pete, reaches out to him to ask how he's doing. so she gets pulled in through him. with this set-up, tho, i figure she probably wouldn't be a major player (though she definitely also deserves a better parent... that can be its own story).

to kind of wrap this up, the point of this whole story concept is that bill accidentally gets a second daughter, figuring out how to be a better dad in the process; and grace, on the precipe of entering adulthood with some fresh trauma, gets a real chance at salvation. a chance to be, relatively, normal. or, whatever she wants to be when free of her parents' expectations and religious standards. anything else for any other characters is a bonus.

(there can also be some alice — bill drama when alice next visits and starts noticing how much bill is devoting himself to this girl that isn't even his daughter. drama that, eventually, results in the two of them becoming closer, and grace getting an honorary older sister!)

(also remember that duke and holloway can be here helping with the kids, if you want them to be. and why wouldn't you?)

like i said up-top, i have no plans to actually write this. y'all can take it and do whatever you want with it. i just hope at least one other person gets something out of this bain blast i had :D

[sentientcave]

And They Were Roommates

Got brainworms from Ceilidho talkin' about Fem!Soap and wrote out a few scenarios, and landed on this one as my favourite. Maybe personal trainer Soap and hot woman complimenting you in a dive bar bathroom Soap will get written about later on.

Part 1

Part 2 Here

(Fem!SoapxFemReader) ~2.2k words

Alcohol mention, but no other major flags at this point. (A few jokes about axe murderers) But also MDNI because this is an 18+ blog and there will probably be NSFW content in future parts

You had put an ad up online.

Your best friend had moved in with her boyfriend, leaving you with more apartment than you could afford. You had enough savings to get you through till the next month, but things were going to be dicey if you didn’t find someone to take over Fern’s half of the rent soon.

You’d had plenty of responses, mostly from men that gave you creepy vibes, even through digital means. You’d actually met with only one person, and she was allergic to cats, which made her a no go.

She’d been nice enough, though. If it really came down to it, maybe Fern would take Red Herring. She did love that fat orange bastard. And so do you. The thought of giving him up, even to Fern, doesn’t sit right.

Red meows loudly through the door as your key scrapes in the lock. You nudge him away with your foot while you enter the apartment, wary of any escape attempts. You feed him so he stops yelling at you, and boil water so you can feed yourself some instant ramen for dinner, and boot up your laptop to check the ad again.

A few more creepy responses, one of which is just a slightly blurry dick pic. You delete them. One that looks promising.

>Hey! I’m interested in the room if it’s still available! Can we meet soon? I’m a military gal and I’m being deployed again next week and I already gave notice at the last rat-hole I was renting. Seemed like 60 days was plenty of time for apartment hunting 60 days ago, but I haven’t found anything lol. Hopefully we get along! You can give me a call any time in the next few days, and we can set up a meet’n’greet. Thanks a bunch! Jamie MacTavish

Her number is in brackets below that, next to the soap emoji, for whatever reason.

No sense waiting around. You call the number right away.

“Hello?” The voice is a woman’s, a dusky alto, which is a good first sign.

“Hi, Jamie? I’m calling about the apartment. Or, um, from the apartment.” You give her your name as an after thought, feeling silly that you hadn’t led with that.

“Yaldy! I was hopin’ ye’d call. I’ve got a friend I can move in with if it comes down to it, but I really don’t want to. He lives in a worse rat hole than I do. Are ye busy now? I’ll buy ye dinner if you like, just for the short notice and the trouble.”

Anything would be better than ramen for dinner a second night in a row. “Yeah, alright. There’s a decent pub down the street, Keeler’s? It’s close so I can give you an apartment tour if you pass the ‘not a murderer’ vibe check.”

There's a beat of silence. “Does killin’ people in the line of duty count?” she asked. “Because, er, I have. But I’m not like, prone to doin’ that kind of thing in my spare time.”

You think about it a moment. State sanctioned violence does feel different than personal time violence, although you're pretty sure that speaks to some sort of unaddressed bias. Something to think about. “I appreciate the honesty, at least.”

She laughed. “I can meet ye at yer pub in half an hour. That work for ye?”

“Yeah. That works.”

“Great. I’ll text you a picture of me so ye know who tae look for. See you soon.”

You get the text a minute after you hang up. A picture of a gorgeous woman with big smile and bright blue eyes, the sides of her head shaved, the rest of it left long and braided back from her face. She looks normal enough.

You get ready and head out, texting Fern to let her know where you’d gone, just in case Jamie actually was a murderer in her spare time.

Jamie’s already there when you get to the pub, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching the door intently, her leg bouncing. You give her a little wave, and she beams at you. She’s even hotter in real life, wearing tight, ripped up jeans that cling to her muscular thighs, and a tight black tank-top under a cropped leather jacket. She has almost no jewelry, other than the dog tags around her neck and the silver hoops in her ears. She looks, well, normal. Friendly.

You go up and introduce yourself, earning a firm handshake. She’s strong.

“Hi!” she says excitedly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jamie, but my friends call me Soap. I’d tell ye why, but it’s classified.”

“Is it really?”

“No. But it’s fun to say.” She flags down the bartender. “A pint for my friend here, if you don’t mind. You want to grab a booth? Or stay up at the bar?”

You look around, and there’s a few empty booths, but it’s early yet, and they tend to fill up quickly. “Let’s move. If we stay up here the single dads are going to start hitting on us.”

"We are a couple of dolls, aren't we?" She flashed another big smile at the bartender as he set a second pint out. "We're movin' to a table, if ye don't mind."

"No problem, love," he says, obviously besotted already. "I'll send Jenny around to take your order."

"Thanks, pal. Appreciate it."

You pick up the pint and follow her over to a booth, sliding in on the opposite side.

"So, you said you're military?"

"Ah am. SAS no less. Best of the bloody best. Not many jobs where ye get tae blow things up awl the time." She sheds her jacket, revealing impressively muscled arms. "I could just live on base, if things don't work out here, just so ye ken. No pressure on ye. But I hate stayin' on base when I don't have to. It's the communal showers. Most of the lads are, well, lads. Gotta shower in the middle of the night, and I keep bumpin' into my LT when I do. And he said I could move in with him too. I’m in a rush but I willnae be homeless, so ye don’t need to worry about me if you dinnae think we’ll get along."

You wince in sympathy. "That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable showering in front of other people."

"Is naw so bad, if it's someone ye like seein' naked. But most of em are munters anyway. Wouldnae mind so much if more of 'em looked like you." She winked over the edge of her pint glass and took a swig.

You laugh at her little joke. She's fun, and you already feel at ease with her. She tells you about her old rat hole apartment, and a little about living on base, although she's a bit vague on the details of her actual job, beyond blowing things up.

She asks you about your work, and you tell her about the used bookshop you work at down the road. You're basically the only employee, and it's usually not too busy, although it can be annoying when you get a rush in the middle of pricing 'new' books. But it pays the rent, more or less. You talk a bit about Fern, and about Red Herring too.

"I love cats," she said excitedly. "Never been able to keep one, bein' away so much. LT had a dog, and he was awlright, but I'm definitely more of a cat girl. Got bit by a few too many pups in my day."

"Well, Red's a real love bug. Once we're done here you can meet him. I think we're going to get along fine."

"Och, really? Just like that, aye? Thought I'd have to work harder."

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to accept some weirdo or give poor old Red away. You're a much better fit than I expected to find. I think we could be friends."

Her blue eyes track something behind you and narrow slightly. "Well, I'm holdin' ye to that. We're about to be accosted by my lads. Don't let them scare ye." She shoves her plate across the table into the spot next to you and clambers out of the booth. "Oi, what're you munters doin' here? I'm gettin' interviewed for an apartment. Dinnae need you scarin' my girl."

You look behind you, spotting a giant wearing a skull-print balaclava, and a more regular-sized (though no less muscular) black man with a brilliant smile. "We wanted to make sure she wasn't an axe murderer," he says pleasantly.

"Or a chainsaw murderer," the giant adds.

Soap cuts him off before he can take the seat beside you. "Over there," she orders, pointing at the opposite bench, where she'd been sitting. "I'm not lettin' you box her in." She grimaces at you apologetically as she drops into the spot beside you. Her thigh presses against yours for a moment, before you shift further down the bench. "They're sweet, in their own way. Think I need lookin' after. The big guy's Ghost, or LT. This handsome pain in the arse is Gaz. Don't let him sweet talk ye intae callin' him Kyle unless you want him tae put yer ankles up by yer ears. Made that mistake before."

"You don't have to bring that up every time you introduce me to a woman," Gaz says, clearly exasperated.

"I do. How else are they gonna know to call you for a good time?" She smacks his hand away from her plate when he reaches for it. "Oi! Order your own chips ye bastard."

"I only want a couple," Gaz protests.

"Ye always say tha' and ye always lie. Ah umnae fallin' for it again."

"You can have a couple of mine," you offer. "I wasn't going to finish them anyway."

"When do we get to see the place?" Ghost asked.

"Ye don't, unless yer carryin' boxes for me. I willna ask her to let three strangers in her home when she's only just met me."

"Well I guess we're helpin' ye move," Ghost said. "Was gonna leave it all to Price."

"Lazy cunts. Ne’er around when there’s work tae be done.”

“I was gonna help,” Gaz protests. “I already told you that.”

“And I did tell you that you could move into my place if you didn’t find somethin’ in time,” Ghost points out. “We’re not all bad.”

“Well, they’re not bad lads tae have watchin’ yer back in a fire-fight,” Soap admits. “But they dinnae know how to be normal about anythin’.”

“Are you supposed to be the normal one?” Ghost asks.

“Aye. And I willnae have you say otherwise in front of my new friend.”

She finishes eating long before you do, with the speed and gusto of a woman who often has to defend her plate against hungry scavengers. Gaz, true to Soap’s complaint, eats the majority of your chips, although he does thank you and give you a big, wide smile, the sort that could sell someone a bridge. He’s definitely a charmer.

Soap asks for the bill while you’re finishing up. You reach for your purse, but she puts a hand on yours and gives you an intense blue stare. “No, kitty. I told ye I was buyin’ ye dinner, I’ll no’ let ye make me a liar, especially when Gaz ate half your plate.”

God she’s strong. You’re not sure that you could shake her off to insist even if you tried. “Alright. I just—”

“Oh I ken. But I wouldna offer if I didna mean it. I’m a woman of her word.” She pays with cash, and offers you a hand up and out of the booth. She points a warning finger at her friends. “And dinnae follow us, ye creepy bastards.”

They laugh, like they hadn’t followed her to the pub in the first place.

“They really do mean well,” Soap says, linking her arm with yours as you step out onto the street. “But they’ve go’ a bad habit of thinkin’ they dinnae need to respect my space just ‘cause we’ve all spent nights crammed into one room sharin’ cots. I think if the captain had his way we’d all live in his house and sleep in a big fuck-off pile like dogs.”

“Sound a bit claustrophobic.”

“Aye. Ye understand why I’m so eager to make this work with ye, kitty-cat. If I move in with LT it’s just a matter of time before Price comes over tae help us fix somethin’ and says ‘Oh, I dinny know why ye both stay in this shitehole. Whyna stay with me a while, till we find ye somethin’ better?’ And then before we know it we’re all sleepin’ in the same bed and usin’ the same toothbrush.”

You giggle, hoping that's just a joke. “That’s gross.”

“I ken! Horrible men, they are. I need some girl time before I go mad.” She squeezes your arm and knocks her head against yours gently. “We’re goin’ tae be best friends in no time, kitty. I wish I wasna goin’ away so soon.”

“You haven’t even seen the apartment yet!”

“Och, tha’s a formality. I was more wurried about us gettin’ along, kitty. The apartment doesna matter all that much, so long as it’s got a workin’ shower and a place for my bed. If I pass Mr. Herring’s sniff test, I’ll give ye cash on the spot, aye? For next month an’ half of this one, since you’d be lettin' me move in before the first.”

And, well, it’s hard to think of a good reason to say no.

[expecto-kedavra]

Heyyyyy I loved your first piece! 100/10. Def made me cry. I’m ftm trans and can never seem to find too much he/him stuff with the gals. Can I ask for a male Hufflepuff MC and Imelda Reyes romantical piece? I kinda like the rivals to friends dynamic. Maybe even more 👀 thanks bestieeeeee

Hey :) sorry this took a minute. I’ve been busy 😅

!- grumpy teenagers, parental issues, soft Imelda lol

Hufflepuff MC + Imelda Reyes oneshot

Rude. That’s all I had to say. Imelda Reyes was rude. “YOu aNd eVeRYonE eLsE nEed tO gEt THicKeR SKiN” her words rang in my mind as I sped away. I had just obliterated her weak trial record. She wanted to tell me to get thicker skin? After she whined about me cheating? I couldn’t push it out of my mind for days. As I lay in bed that night, Arthur Plummly could tell something was on my mind. “Fancy a chat?” He asked. “Something seems to be weighing heavy in your thoughts.” How right he was. “I just wish people weren’t so damn rude.” I confessed. “Ah. Yes, it seems even in a wonderful school of magic and mystery, there always seems to be bullies.” I knew he understood. I’d seen him picked on too many times by Leander Prewett and Eric Northcott. I always stepped in for him. Arthur wasn’t the type to stand up for himself. He was my friend and I always made sure he and everyone else knew it. Bullies have no place here, not if I can help it. Eventually I pushed the Slytherin’s snobby tone out of my mind and me and Arthur fell asleep talking about Kneazles.

The days came and went. One day I helped a second year Ravenclaw named Zenobia Noke find all her gobstones. When she told me that Imelda played a part in hiding them, I headed directly to the quidditch pitch to confront her. “A SECOND YEAR??” I bellowed. She smirked. “What do you care? She was a brat, and I taught her a lesson. You’re just being weak and ignorant.” Laughing as she turned to walk away. The act of defiance and arrogance lit up my temper. “Imelda Reyes, you are a bully and a pathetic loser who can’t help but whine and cry when someone is better than you. You think you’re so good at everything, and so special but really, you’re just insecure and small. Maybe one day you’ll grow up.” And with that, I left. I didn’t care what she had to say.

The next day at dinner, I sat by Arthur and Poppy. “I heard what you said to Imelda. Bullies like her need to be reminded that they’re not in charge here.” Poppy said. “Yeah, she’s been giving us grief since we were first years but you told her!” Arthur added. I looked at both of them thankfully. I was glad I did stand up to Imelda, but there was a piece of me that felt that maybe I was too harsh. I pushed it to the back of my mind and began to eat.

That night, I scrambled up the stairs to the astronomy tower. I had forgotten to finish my star chart, and Professor Shah would not tolerate any more late work. I set up my telescope and found Sirius, then Vega. I was deep into thought when a voice rang out over the cold night air. “I don’t think you’re weak” I damn near jumped out of my skin. I located the voice, and found that it belonged to Imelda. “Sorry?” I asked. She was leaning on the railing, wearing a thick green and grey sweater. “You’re not weak.” She repeated. “Don’t make me say it again” she said with a glare. I laughed, and her face softened. “Don’t worry Imelda. Nobody shall know you said something nice to me.” I couldn’t help but notice that her tone was somewhat different than usual. Not high and snotty, but softer. I was intrigued. “What brings you out here tonight? Enjoying the weather?” I inquired. She looked back out into the Highlands. “No, not the weather. I was actually thinking about you” She said plainly. I was surprised. Was she just up here seething? Plotting my demise? “I’ve never had anyone stand up to me the way you did. It makes me wonder if you’re right. About me being insecure and mean.” I couldn’t help but feel guilty with her words. ‘Imelda, I-“ but I was cut short. “My mother was never very…nurturing. She tried to force me into a mold, said I should focus on real world things, not quidditch and flying.” I could hear the bitterness in her tone. “I admire your integrity. You’re fiercely protective, and I think that takes a lot of courage.” I was shell shocked by her words. “Maybe I tried to distance myself so far from my mother I didn’t realize I was becoming like her.” We stood there a moment, the wind and the owls the only noises. I broke the silence. “You spent years honing your craft. Hard work and dedication. Then here I come, some new guy, and I best your times and yell at you. It kind of makes sense why you were defensive.” She looked over her shoulder at me. My heart fluttered unexpectedly. I don’t know why. I didn’t tell it to. Rude. “You mean that?” She asked. “I do. I have alot of respect for your dedication. Quite honestly, you’re incredible.” I kind of sputtered out the last bit. I’m not sure if it was the way her hair gleamed in the night, or the way the moonlight reflected off her soft skin…. She laughed at my awkwardness. “Well. For a new kid, you’re also a tad incredible. Credit where it’s due.” Her eyes glittered, sparkling like the stars I came up to chart. We fell silent again, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Even with her sweater, I could tell she worked to keep her figure lean and quick, but also toned with a good bit of muscle. The perfect Chaser. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away, pretending I had something on my shoe. “You know, people would find it quite funny if we became friends.” Of all the things said this night, that may have been the most shocking. “It would be quite funny.” I replied. “Maybe I’ll even have to take you on a date, that’ll really throw them for a loop.” I didn’t know where that came from. Maybe the sorting hat should have put me in Gryffindor with nerve like that. “Maybe you should.” She stepped closer, her dazzling eyes studying my face in the moonlight. I felt my face get hot, and my heartbeat jumped into my throat. “Has anyone told you, that your lower lip twitches when your nervous?” She asked. “What? No. I’m not nervous. Are you? I’m not sure why I’d be-“ before I could stammer out any more poor excuses, she shut me up with a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it, wrapping my arms around her. She pulled away, blushing. She cleared her throat and looked down awkwardly. “Now who’s nervous?” I joked. She looked back at me sheepishly. “I didn’t quite expect the butterflies to be that strong.” I laughed and grabbed her hand. “Would you follow me? I know a house elf named Deek who makes the best late night stargazing tea.”

We were right. Everyone’s reaction to us not at each others throats was quite amusing. When she walked up to me in potions and asked to borrow some knotgrass, everyone froze. “Don’t bother repaying me, I have plenty.” I told her. We looked around at all the shocked faces in the room. “What’re you lot staring at?” She asked roughly. Everyone quickly returned to their cauldron. Garreth looked like he’d seen Peeve’s undressing, and Sebastian’s face was as white as the Fat Friar. “Would you come with me to Hogsmeade after class?” I asked her. I could tell she was reveling in the confusion surrounding us. It was quite entertaining. “Yes, I’d fancy a butterbeer with you.” She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and returned to her cauldron. Everyone’s heads looked like they were about to explode. It was hilarious. Sharp snapped everyone out of their trances. “Back to work everyone, your invisibility potions will not brew themselves. Though I’d reckon if they did, they’d be more impressive than what’s been brewed today.” But even he couldn’t hide his amusement. From then on, me and Imelda trained together, laughed together, and just enjoyed each others company. She’d tell you it’s for the reactions, but she’s wrong. You haven’t seen the way she stares at me.

[yamslander]

“gather the posse”

for day one of yeehawgust! includes scenes from my oc story, Hidden River. not sure how i’ll separate these prompts between art/writing, but i’m trying to do something for each day lol. this takes place after the first night alba and silas are on the run together. oasis nymphs are a species i made up 👍 @gonefiishiing

story under the cut!

Alba tensed at the grim look on Silas’ face. The pair had camped out on some rocky flats the night before, and now the black-haired male’s hangover was starting to show.

As Silas fiddled with the dying coals, Alba looked at the horse a few breaths away. She always had a worried look on her face. “What’s her name?” Alba prompted, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress.

“Vandrith. Named ‘er after my ma n’ pa.”

Alba frowned. Silas continued stoking the fire, a scowl on his face. “You wanna keep on?” he asked suddenly, coal-like eyes boring into Alba’s deep blues.

“My husband’s with that girl,” Alba said, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I need to get away as fast as possible. I don’t know what he’ll do.”

“The girl’s after me. I bet’cha she’s in cahoots with yer lover boy, lady.” Silas looked at her again, and Alba noticed his deep eye bags. Certainly befitting a man who did nothing but drink all night. His eyes were devoid of the mirth she’d seen the night before. Was it the situation, or was the alcohol giving him that mood boost?

“You should get some food in ya. Can’t be older than twenty, couldja? A boy like you shouldn’t be drinkin’ so much.”

Silas looked up at her, and for once Alba took notice of her age. At thirty, she was perfectly youthful for an Oasis Nymph, but humans aged differently. She must’ve seemed old to her.

“Yeah?” he chuckled dryly. “We got coffee and beans, lady. Any of that sound good?”

Alba scoffed. “Coffee would be nice.” She picked at her nails in boredom as Silas grabbed the pot and coffee from the bag situated near Vandrith. The white horse whinnied in apprehension and Silas gave her a reassuring pat. “So, why’s your gal runnin’ after you?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, placing the pot on the coals. He poured some water and let it simmer. “What’s got your hubby in her company?”

“He went away to war,” Alba sighed. “I thought he wouldn’t, y’know, make it back. I became a saloon girl.”

“So he thinks you were unfaithful?”

“I guess. That’s probably what’s goin’ through his head.” Alba watched as Silas let coffee seep in the barely boiling water. Had he ever made coffee before?

“Here ya go, lady,” he grinned childishly, handing her the pot. Alba could touch it with her bare hands.

“Thanks…” Alba said gently, deciding to take the cold coffee. She sipped it and had to restrain herself from spitting it out.

“Ya like it?” Silas asked, his charming demeanor returning.

“Yeah, bud. It’s alright.” Alba gave a small smile. Silas began packing up his items, and while his back was turned Alba poured the coffee onto the coals.

“You comin’ along, right?” Silas said. “Plenty a room.”

“Yeah. Gotta skip town after this one.” Alba laughed sadly.

“So…We headin’ together now?” Silas asked. To Alba, he seemed more and more like a lonely guy the longer she stayed around him.

“Sure,” she smiled. Alba reached out her hand to shake. “Consider us together.”

Silas looked at her hopefully. “Together,” he said, shaking her hand firmly.

[temple-of-truth]

Temple of Truth Episode 4#8 Transcript

Monday, August 6th, 2063

Transcript:

Hello, Truthers. Thanks for tuning in. We’re going to skip our usual introductory report because we have something really, really big to share. After years of making this show, this is probably the most important episode we’ve ever made. Truthers, we found the Deltas. Me, Ohm, and some co-investigators tracked down exactly who and where the Deltas have been coming from. And guys, it’s so much bigger than we ever imagined. Almost every corp is involved in this. I don’t even know how to start, so let’s start at the beginning.

Thanks to some tips on our forum from Truthers yewandthefoe and tardigrant, our team decided to check out a place called Disco Days. It’s a nightclub in the Combat Zone owned by Councilmember Nyx Nasir. There’ve been rumors of people going missing after visiting the club. Some people have popped up again weeks later, but they’ve seemed different. Yeah, exactly like a Delta would. On our first visit, we definitely noticed that something strange was going on. The floor of the bathroom sounded hollow, like there was another room below it. But we couldn’t stay long enough to figure anything else out.

For our next visit, we took an extra precaution: we brought weapons with us, and we all wore trackers in case one of us went missing. And sure enough, our friend Mindy Nox disappeared almost as soon as we got there. Her tracker led us into the sewers, until the signal went dark. We followed some strange signs in the sewers until we reached a door. And you’ll never guess what the code to the door was: Danger Gal.

We entered the door and found a warehouse. There, we had to fight one of the Danger Gals, until they ran away into the sewers. We found Mindy locked up and drugged, as well as one of the people working with Danger Gal. But it gets even worse. We found records with the names of people who had gone missing and which corp Danger Gal had sold them to. There were surgery tables for cyberware installations. After looking around and later interviewing the person we caught in the warehouse, we learned the truth: Danger Gal has been kidnapping people, reprogramming them, chroming them up, and selling them to corps for the last 15 years. Danger Gal has been making the Deltas. They’re the ones who took our friend and countless other people.

But it doesn’t end with them. They were using Disco Days because Nyx Nasir was in on the operation—and profiting greatly from it. Danger Gal has largely been targeting middle managers at corps who can give trade secrets to competitors, so they’ve sold to corps like Continental Foods, Petrochem, and Zeratech. They’ve also made people into soldiers for Militech and Lazarus. This is what I meant earlier when I said this is bigger than any of us imagined: it’s not just Danger Gal making the Deltas; all these corps are participating in it. They’re turning regular people into mindless clones for the sake of their own profits. Before all this, Ohm and I had thought that the Deltas were being made by just one of the corps, or two at most. This goes way beyond that. More than ever, all you Truthers listening need to be vigilant. If you know anyone who works at these corporations or has been to Disco Days, they could be in danger—or they could already be compromised. It’s possible this was only one part of a larger operation, so Danger Gal—or anyone else they were working with—could still be snatching people. Follow the safety tips for dealing with Deltas that we’ve given you guys in the past: keep quiet, keep away, and get out of there if things start going south.

But there is good news. For the first time, the authorities are actually taking the risk of Deltas seriously. I’m sure many of you all listening know that cops never listen when Truthers try to tip them off about these things. In this case, though, the warehouse was so full of evidence, including someone actually making Deltas, that the cops couldn’t ignore it. They’re working on a case against Danger Gal right now, and hopefully Nyx Nasir and the client corps will be next. This is a huge step for actually taking action against the Deltas. Also, this case is pretty high-profile, so now more Night City residents will learn about the Deltas. All those distrusting neighbors and judgmental family members that you guys have mentioned on our forums will finally understand the dangers that we’ve been trying to warn them about.

We now know more about the Deltas than ever before. For years, Ohm and I—along with you all listening at home—have been trying to figure out not just who is doing this, but why. We’ve had a lot of theories, but we now have a clear answer. Danger Gal was making the Deltas to support the cannibalizing greed of the corps in Night City. Of course, we still need to figure out how this figures into the larger picture. How do the Gammas relate to this? Are they the ones calling the shots and putting this whole operation in motion? Had the Sisters been warning us about this all along, but we missed the signs? As always, if you have any theories at home, post them on our forum online. It’s thanks to Truthers on our forum that we got this lead in the first place. Ohm and I wouldn’t be able to do this without you guys, or without our friends like Mindy and our co-investigators.

That’s all I think we can get through today. We’ll definitely keep unpacking the details and implications of this discovery for the next few episodes to come. We’ve learned a lot, but we’ve also learned what we have to fear. Good night for now, and remember to look out for each other. It’s the only defense we’ve got.

[minicomics]

Colors of hope

Color Pomni is a version of color sans as I like to make character that are like the other sans from the Undertale Aus. Now for the lore of Color Pomni. In this Au Pomni was just nothing but a nervous and scared gal in this new digital world. However, when she had that tour and meet up with Ragatha and Jax. Pomni would notice most of the doors having an X on them, she as to why they were X's and Ragatha would say that they were performers that were in the circus but had abstracted and never returned. Pomni felt surprised by what she meant, but also upset that the other characters had went far to just abstract and be gone. She feels like her dream was starting to get real as her nervousness has changed, like she is more awake. But that is for later as when they arrived at Kaufmo door and was attacked by his abstracted self. Pomni would try to run but sees Ragatha was about to be attacked by him. Pomni stops from her tracks and turns around as her fear has turned, to something that she never has before. Determination, so she uses her new form of feeling and try to help out Ragatha, she screams at the abstraction name, calling it out as it sees Pomni and chased after her, she would run as it gave Ragatha the time to get help to stop this beast. Pomni would keep on running never stopping, she would make sure that the monster is following her and no one else. However, her plan may have some flaws as she would stop at her tracks and sees a sort of pit, as it was the abstraction pit that Caine has forgotten to close, and before Pomni could try to turn around, she would be slashed by the creature and charged in by the abstraction making the two to go in the Abstraction pit. She would submerge from the pit, feeling the abstraction on her as they were fear, hatred, and more. She tries to get out, try to move. But the slash from the attack started to make her glitch out as she would scream in pain, she was started to lose hope at first. But she refused as she would say that she may lost her life but have safe others and that's okay, because she knows that for that moment she didn't gave up and save her new friend and will try, to save the ones that have abstracted, and free from this whole digital pit. She continues to move around as the abstract starts to go on her, however her glitched slash would start to glitch even more as her sort of determination was bring her own abstraction to become more of good than bad. But before things could happen, everything went blank. Pomni would slowly wake up and see that around her was nothing but a white abasis. She was confused of the situation that she was in as she felt something different, she sees her slash mark having eyes, but also a colorful hope. She also felt it from her eye as it was submerged with the abstraction but now a flame that shows all the hope and determination that has changed the abstraction to be safe for others. She would walk around as she wonders where she might be, she would go and do other things in the white void, which is learning her new abilities from her abstraction as it allows her to make things from defense/offensive powers. She also learns to make portals to different Aus; she tries to go to her and notice that everyone was alright, and they were safe including the abstraction characters as they were back to their old self's. However, when she looks for her friend, she notices something, and that is her door. It was X, she was confused but now know on what that meant, she was the one gone, and not them. Meaning that she doesn't exist here, she felt surprised but understood as she did it to save her friends and the others. Now color Pom would visit her world at times to check up and see what else the other Aus have in store for her, as she would try and give hope to her other selves as well.

[latergatorsworld]

Undercover Pt. 1

Marc Spector x Reader

II'll make this a 2 part one-shot

Marc Spector, the ex marine and current Moon Knight, stood in a place he'd never think he'd find himself in. A party. Not just any party, it was held by the richest cartel leader and human trafficker in the continent, Carlos Suarez. Khonshu watched the man preform his malice under the light of the moon, he was ready to bring down justice into the mortal world.

It just so happened that to Marc's and Mr. Suarez advantage, this was a mascarde ball. All the invites were sent out to different criminals in the country, the worst of the worst, and Marc Spector stood ready to kill them all. Not just because of Khonshu's orders, he genuinely thought this whole rich people party thing was complete bullshit. He was right though.

As Marc tried to hide in the shadows of all the criminals there stood one person all the way across the room staring at him.

You.

You looked at him cautiously so he wouldn't notice. He was clearly uncomfortable since he didn't seem to be speaking to all the other guests. These parties were usually hosted to get business done, not hang around. You got so lost in your thoughts that you failed to realize he had also caught you looking at him. He didn't stare back at you because you were looking at him but because he enjoyed the view of you. You almost made him forget his mission.

Fuck.

He began walking towards you. Again, Fuck. You wanted to walk away but it was as if your feet were glued down to the ground. But you were also intrigued by what he wanted to do with you ( get your mind outta the gutter )

He finally made his way toward you. And damn you looked better up close. His eyes glared up and down your body. He stood 3 feet away from you and he hadn't spoken a word to you yet. So, you decided to begin conversation.

"Are you lost?"

"Mm, me? Not at all. I'm just wondering why a gal like you is doing here so lonley." He smirks

"If you're trying to impress me with a pleasing smile it isn't working. You can tell you're lost darling, people don't come to these parties to just sit around. We make business."

"You think I have a pleasing smile? That's already a win for me. But before we get ahead of ourselves may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"Y/n Y/l/n."

"Well miss y/n, I would love it if you could give me a tour of how this place works."

"So you admit that you're lost?"

"Fuck. I guess I gave my cover up quick didn't I?"

"Nah really mate? I would've never noticed." Said Steven off of the reflection of a passing silver catering tray, he knew Khonshu preferred Marc over him and would blame the blown up cover on him.

But you instead nodded in response.

A couple of men kept on looking at you and Marc. One of those men being Mr. Suarez. You and Marc picked up on that quickly.

"Should we find a more quieter place to talk?" Asks Marc in a cocky tone. He had the intention of flirting with you and getting more privacy from the men. Right now he would much rather leave the place with you than to kill some random guy for Khonsu. Also, he didn't know the man was Mr. Suarez, he wanted to know the place so he could find him.

"I don't want to disappoint you but they'll notice."

"Would they now?"

"Yes, my brother said he is to be extra cautious with me tonight. He said he was being searched for. By someone who I suspect is you."

"Who's your brother?"

"Carlos Suarez. Are you ready to get your hands dirty, Spector?"

[nana1000night]

I am in the mood of King Penguin! Steve Rogers and Andy Barber 🫠🫠🫠

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Just imagine you're their tiny little mate because it's hybrid au.

If you're the shy type

Always want to follow them with distance, you don't want to be too clingy but don't want to be too far from them either.

Seeking for their body and those feather warmth but too shy to ask.

They would try so hard to comfort you, encourage you to ask or just do it anyway.

Andy would shield you and kiss your head when he has the chamce. You're his perfect tiny wifey and the way you snuggle with him melt his heart.

Steve would carried you anytime, anywhere.

He loves when you clingy to him and make him indulge you. He won't let you out of his wings,no, you're too delicate and sweetest to be frozen or harmed by this world.

If you have both of them as your hubbies?

Aww gal it's paradise and you're enter the two daddies era.

I think most of the time, you're be treated as queen and under their protection.

They'll give you the double warmth when the storm coming. They'll shield you and kissing you.

And the swimming? Well, Andy is better than Steve somehow. They would guide you and defend you from those enemies.

You remember the first time when some prick mocked your swimming suit and Andy just:

Steve also like:

And the night, they worshipped you with their praises, tender touches, kisses and their cocks (*couch).

What if you're the independent type

They would love to see you be so confident.

And no matter you're fine with you alone, or lead another pack. They'll admire your hard working and HARD becauce of the beauty when you're in the focus mode.

It's so adorable to see their sweet mate walk in this and the HUGE turn on.

They'll shower you kisses and praises when you go home or come to their working place to 'pick your hubbies up'

"Sorry, guys, our wifey is picking us up and we need to go, see you tomorrow." Andy said while Steve try to sneak out before Andy.

They would have a competition about who could run to you and hug you first. The loser would prepared today's dinner.

They're not shame to brag how wonderful their wifey is. They keeps those courting routine even after you got married.

The intimate actions never stop too.

Andy would send you flowers from time to time, Steve would ask you to dance with him at home. And the Sundays are your threesome dating in Aquarium or the beach.

The Friday nights would be your Spa nights that you'd help massage each other and that would became a steamy night 😌😌❤️‍🔥

But please remember...

No matter which type wifey you are, they're adore you and respect you. So when you show them how craved and greed you have for them, they're over the moon and gone feral.

Steve is the one would have talk dirty habit but you accept them when he always praise how good you are and he'd dresses the word 'mine' before those words Which make you uncomfortable with anyone.

And he wouldn't use those words which you've said you couldn't tolerate and don't want to heard them.

Andy is the one who has breeding kink and he somehow loves to fuck you rough. He wants to fuck you so hard that you can only remember his name and his cock. He want to see the swollen belly of you and your fuller breasts and maybe you'll beg him to suck the milk out.

Last but not the least, you three all have size kink and when they manhandled you, or when they hover over you. You would give them your best doe eyes and rub your tighs together and your tails trembling slightly.

“Ow, sweet wifey, did your pussy throb because you like when you noticed how size difference we have AGAIN? Don't worry, we will fill the tiny pussy up and make thoose tingles away.”

Andy cradles you up and upstairs while Steve waltz into the room and starts undressing himself with a smirk.

Bonus

What if you have uniform kink?

Of course they will fulfill you, the roleplaying game always make you feel something different than the usual sex.

“I am afraid you're arrested, ma'am.”

Steve wears a sheriff costume and he cuffs your hands above your head while he sping you around.

“Why-what I did? Please tell me, Sir. I don't understand!”

“Because you're too pretty and the skirt you wearing is too short, Sunshine.” His hot breath send to your ear and spread to your neck and you flinsh your shoulders.

“Don't worry, there's a lawyer who is my friend and he's willing to help you.”

Steve turned to Andy and clears his throat.

“Mr.Barber, now I am going to check if this lady would bring any dangerous thing on her, please on the camera and start recording.”

“Things are ready, Mr.Rogers. You may start anytime.” Andy wears his suits and check the camera is on but only focus on your lower half and Steve.

The sheriff sinks down his knees, his hands on your back of thighs and whispered before he lifts up your skirt.

“Now, ma'am, I need you to part your legs wider...”

NPT: @sapphire-rogers @twinklecrazymind @worksby-d @royalwriteroftheuniverse @sparklybarbarianninja @sunshine-on-my-mind @writing-for-marvel @rogersevans @msbarnesrogers @lexivass @jamneuromain

[queenharumiura]

KING for [meme] please~

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @sovereigntism ((It sure is nice when you're able to spell your muse's name for these kinda memes, eh? No repeating letters, fufu! )) Note: Because of what 'N' asks, I put that one at the end and under the readmore- just in case lol.

K: Kiss. Is your muse a good kisser? Why / why not?

I would like to say that she is. She wouldn't start as a very good kisser though, with how dramatic her little heart can be sometimes. Depending on the situation, you could see her giving her love interest a peck on the lips and then drop to the ground covering her face like 'hahi! Haru is so embarrassed-desu!' ye- dramatic lil heart. Not very... good at the start. She'd eventually warm up to it and be more-- normal about it LOLOL.

On the off chance Whiskey sees this, she didn't do that in one of our threads because she was already tired after crying so much. What energy did she have to be dramatic? kek.

I: I love you. Does your muse find 'I love you' easy or hard to say?

In general, yeah, Haru doesn't really struggle to say that she loves someone. I have not often pointed it out, but I do not really see Haru to be the kind to discriminate between girls and guys, meaning, she could fall in love with a fellow gal if she felt inclined. In that case, she may find it a bit harder to say something because of societal norms and also not wanting to make the other person feel burdened by her unwanted feelings.

If she knew the other person felt the same way for her, then she'd confess readily-- just in private.

G: Gift. Is your muse good at gift-giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Honestly? Half-half. Haru is an affectionate and caring person, so she thrives off taking care of others and showing her affection in different ways. Sometimes-- she's a bit... over-zealous... //motions to Tsuna and the tiered bento boxes.

Sometimes, the gifts she may give seem weird and unorthodox, likely because she was in a bit of a playful, troll mood. She has those from time to time (It's partly how she shows her affection). So some of her gifts can be lil gag gifts.

When she's actually trying to come up with a good gift, she does try to put a lot of thought into it to make it a meaningful one. Those gifts, I think, are nice ones.

N: Naughty. What is your muse like in bed?

So, I do like to think that some of this depends on who her partner is and their preferences. Haru does get flustered very easily, so on average (meaning across verses) she is a nervous little bean in bed. She gets embarrassed easily and is quite shy and awkward.

That said, we know that Haru is also academically inclined, so I do see that being incorporated in the sense that she likes to learn new things and she knows that practice is the best way to get better.

Haru has the tendency to be a bit sassy when she's teasing people in general, and you can probably see a little bit of that in the bedroom. If she has a reason to believe her partner doesn't like it, she'll try doing less of it, however. Ultimately, Haru is a people pleaser, and she wants her loved one to be happy and to enjoy themselves.

Which is to say that she's always making secret mental notes about what she notices about what her partner likes. If they like it when she touches them, she'll let her hands roam. If they seem to like it when she gets loud, she'll BE LOUD. If instead they prefer someone who tries desperately to bite back their moans and cries because it's almost exciting to try to get her make a sound- you best believe she's going to be stubborn.

Things like that can differ from verse to verse. If her partner prefers a more submissive person, she'll be more submissive, if they prefer a balance, then she can take the lead at times as well.

I suppose, there are some things that I don't think would change much-- which is the fact that Haru loves kisses. So she will love to kiss whatever she can get access to, or she'll reach out her hands and with a lil pout 'Kisses?' What can she say? She likes kisses! GIB!!!

Added information is that Haru is an emotional bean who has a passionate heart. Which is to say that if you appeal to her emotional side, it'll be easier to get her in the mood than anything else. She loves to feel wanted and desired. Knowing that her lover adores her and wants to shower her with affection, that has a bigger chance of her being receptive than anything else.

I don't know if I actually answered the question properly, but I tried.

[castle-dominion]

castle 7x3 clear and present danger

the invisibility episode liveblog

WILLIAM FAIRWICK is a name I rexognize, probably from this show but I feel like it was damien westlake.

Anarchist playin pool, my man looks like he's having fun.

*reading over their tablets* how does she read with the text so small? how do you focus on the words when there are so many pf them? those two totally need to get it on. I'm so proud of them. "WHAT?? : ( :( : ( "

RC: You promise? KB: Yes, we’ll pick up where we left off. I’ll even slip into that Valentine’s Day gift you got me. RC: You mean the one with – KB: Mmhmm. RC: With the – KB: Yep. She moves into the apartment. RC takes a second to compose himself, sighing heavily and leaning on the UNIFORM guarding the door.

Skulls & pool cue thru his chest, love this look, so cool. 25 & owns all this?

JE: Other than his taste in anarchy tattoos and satanic design, not much yet.

KEVIN RYAN rushes into the room pulling on his own set of gloves. KR: Sorry. Subway took forever. JE leans closer. JE: Bro. You’re supposed to be on call. Why do you smell like a wino? KR: Oh, I was at dinner with Jenny and – and someone spilled a drink on me as I rushed out. JE gives him a weird look. He’s not buying the story. KR rushes away.

Not clipping but dang that's a thing. (also ryan isn't allowed to drink at dinner with his gal but beckett,, well ig she didn't get to have sex with her husband to be...

that is A Lot of money!

Henry's boyfriend or neighbour. East mountain goblin castle playing viddy games <3 also wow looks like his shirt is so very nonbinary

I learned how to play pool better between the last time I watched this ep p& now

ten bills a game *looks over to the drunk rich guys*

Shepherd: But uh … what people say and do doesn’t always make sense. Me: actions & words. Reminds me of that codex alera quote. Ooh anarchist with skull imagery "made a deal with the devil" for his talent Nice!

Shep: I once asked him how he got to be so good. He told me he "went down to the crossroads and made a deal with the devil" for his talent. I figure, that’s gotta be a joke, right? But the other night, well, he looked nervous. I mean, downright scared. So I asked him, I said, what’s going on? You know what he told me? RC: (enthralled) No, but I want to know. Shep:He said it wasn’t a joke. He said his time was up. That he was about to lose his soul. (laughs) Like I said though, stupid, right? Becklett oesn't care but castle is in love.

He didn't lose his soul, he just died. Woah audio cutting w/ ryan's voice there huh! Ryan sus. What was that face? the lighting is so I don't like. jdssdjkasfdkjl Devil & the contract was up XD

TItle card!

KB: Really? That’s how the devil is going to kill someone? Using a broken pool stick? RC: Well, perhaps the prince of darkness is trying to make a point. You live by the cue you die by the cue. I noticed with castle too, there could not have been wind, except for pressure differences within the place itself.

These two are flirtin by talking abt the case KB: Don’t answer that. (she hesitates) Don’t. Don’t even. Don’t look at it. Don’t answer it. Don’t pick it up. *curses* "lanie!"

I can see it! wait! Spoiler brackets! {he put glass on the floor so the invisikiller would walk through the glass & make footprints!}

RC: Swinging a pool cue blindly to defend himself? I’m telling you, it makes perfect sense. What would you do if you were attacked by an invisible demonic force? KB: I’d tell Ryan to lay off the bean burritos at lunch. *ryan walks up behind them* (not clipping but OH COULD I)

Pink ryan second day in a row Jiggy Michaels Love the pair of them their outfits

Cue ball was possessed? "my boyfriend" was it the way girls say girlfriend or does he mean romantic?

lmao hytch

My man is still in the hospy. KB wouldn't believe you, RC might. "you mean him right?" i hate kb. so this will saved his life!

KB: Demons don’t need help getting past security systems and the devil doesn’t need to use the door.

KB is so awful. *shares a look with the evidence officer*

You collapsed the foam.! (looks like a castiron pan hanging by the doorway)

Marine biology my beloved

My baby bro was considering going to MIT but he is not good with paperwork & stuff so didn't apply.

Castle don't! Donna Brooks & me: Cuttlefish don't like that!

gosh I had an interview with my boss but I had to make him switch seats with me bc I couldn't sit facing the corner. embarrassing

Is pcp a drug?

Where was he going every day & why was he using his key card?

Wow nighttime.

Castle my beloved. RC: Did the invisible man just goose you? I know, they're like that. So gauche. fight scene! IU touched it! Ow! Ow! Ow! Castle sleight of hand moments!!!

VG: You were attacked at a closed crime scene? (CASTLE nods) By whom? KB: We didn’t get a good look at the assailant, Sir. RC: Actually, we – He stops abruptly when BECKETT nudges him. or steps on nhis foot. VG: Yes, Mr. Castle? RC: It was dark and we didn’t see anything.

why did becks stay behind then?

Ok you didn't lie abt not seeing but you did lie when u said you weren't witholding snything RC: Omission is the invisible lie. more invisibility

Love the music "I missed it more" o no invisible one making a porno if u have sex in a horror movie u die the perspective of the camera makes me think yeah they are being watched. (& not by us lol) RC: And you thought zombie apocalypse survival camp was a waste of time. (did she go WITH him? I need a fanfic of that crossed with a casefic) Transcript: He’s hung more pots and pans than a normal person would have in their house, but he’s proud of the setup. Me, a chef: wdym? martha my beloved

Invisible man doesn't mean fingerprintless man

Area 51? 20th september of 2019 hasn't happened yet!

KR: So CSU reprocessed that crime scene. No new fingerprints, which means – JE: Come on, an invisible man? KR: I’m just saying. Even Beckett seemed freaked out last night. JE: makes a dismissive noise. JE: It would be cool, the power of invisibility. KR: I would so sneak into Area 51. You? JE: Super Bowl. Fifty yard line. Best seat in the house. JE: ’S smile falls when he notices KR: . JE: Hey, what’s that on your neck? KR: ’S face stays passive, but he swipes at it anyway. His hand comes away sparkly. JE: Is that … body glitter? (JE: studies him harder) Is that a scratch? KR: scoffs. KR: No, it’s nothing. JE: (aghast) Married women don’t wear body glitter. What’s going on? You stepping out on Jenny? KR: What? What – no. JE: She’s the mother of your kid. KR: I am doing this for my kid. JE: Oh come – ugh. KR: Do you realize how much it’s going to cost to send Sarah Grace to college? A quarter of a million dollars. That’s for a state school. I – got a second job working nights. JE: raises his eyebrows. JE: Doing what? KR: I’m bouncing at a club. (rly cut off word. Yeah I wanted to bounce at some point. Dad even wrote a song about it.) JE: Where they use body glitter? (he gasps) It’s a gentleman’s club. Is it Bottom’s Up? Pole Position? No, no, no. Landing Strip? KR: (behind his mug) Men-hattan. JE: What? KR: (clearly) Men-hattan. JE: Men-hattan. (he laughs) You got a job protecting male strippers? He laughs harder as he leaves the room. KR: Hey. It’s no joke. It’s more dangerous than this job. (he's right) Con't: Those women, they rush the stage like these are the last men on the planet. I have bruises I can’t explain. Ladies be crazy, Javi.

Anarchy boy <3 yeah what IS this place Lady, while calling the security: I love that jacket

Wait he was right aout being right invisibility serum! ha acab moments I don't know darpa actually

wait will was working at a government facility? anarchist boy? KB: During our investigation we encountered … an unseen person – RC: Invisible person. The doctor just moments ago: there is no such thing as invilisibity

ew oof what is this corner? oof what is wrong with the computers? It's always russia or china

Doctor: It’s what I promised Will to lure him here. The opportunity to play with advanced government tech. Of course, as an anarchist he joked it was his deal with the devil.

Castle don't play.

Terra quest? how is that involved?

Ah he's into vulnerability assessment on the digital side of things huge case file! ryan outfit mmmm yum love it. esposito wearing smth I'd wear & that is not necessarily a compliment. we already all love caskett.

Love how castle is playing video games at work XD How is that guy playing video games with those gloves on? My man is legit wearing a crown Castle hit him with a sword! (I could clip that but i don't think I will)

Henry: And since there was no way I was going to get security clearance Me: with yoyur record? no way

you snapped but u didn't kill him so maybe attempted second degree murder. Love the geek references. Henry: the suit was the One Ring to rule them all. Will knew it was too much power for anyone to have, especially the government. Yeah mr anarchist cephalapods cuttlefish

He just dumped her? wow. Didn't even stay with her for a bit after & let it peeter out or start a spark again? RC: The suit you wore when you went after Will’s keycard and you got my credit card instead. (he holds it up) Just found it, buried in the back of your drawer. Thank you for that, by the way. I forgot to cancel this thing. It would be such a pain. Yeah jerk move on his part. Lol disappear from his life go under the thing couldn't she put the suit on over her clothes?

castle u just locked yourself in with a murderer...

Castle just turned on the gas

*in synch with fire extinguisher* RC: I so missed these mind melds.

KR: Beckett, what would you do if you were invisible? KB: I’d walk out of here without having to file this report. KR: Hmm. Boring. KB: Yeah. I know. JE: What about you, Castle? RC: Be a fly on the wall, see what Beckett’s dad really thinks of me. Clearly JE: thinks that’s boring, too. JE: Hmm. RC: doesn’t care. He continues to play with the suit. It’s a cool toy. KR: notices a gift on his desk. KR: Hmm. What’s this? (he opens the note on top) "Time you had a proper uniform. Love, Javi." JE: It’s from the heart, bro. KR: Okay. He opens the box. It’s a blue thong with the word “security” embroidered on the front. JE: smirks. JE: Too big? KR: Want to help me try it on? He shoves it in JE: ’S face. JE: grimaces. JE: They told me it was new. KR: I could really use your help. JE: backs away. KR: follows him. JE: Get that away from me. KR: What? Blue’s my color. What’s wrong with you? JE: Hey, enough! KR: Just help me try it on. You don’t have to be embarrassed.

lol the hot thing in front of him

lol invisible

I'm happy! I watched a few episodes, tho I kind of wish I could have watched more even tho it is overwhelming... p happy

[gileslowery9]

Marvellousfiction fiction - Chapter 653 - You're mad* desert delicate to you-p3

novel - Chapter 653 - You're mad* nutty substantial to you-p3

Novel Novel-Hellbound With You-Hellbound With You Chapter 653 - You're mad* outstanding different "Indeed, that you are. I am the main cause of this. You are doing all this madness due to me. I don't… I don't deserve your give up." Her inhaling and exhaling begun to become heavy, and the corner of her sight was getting rid of. "Why would you do all this… endure all these for my sake?! I am just just another person you met not too long ago. Why might you achieve this for someone… for someone who's not even distinctive in your daily life?" A wind flow blew against them and Alicia finally realized they were at the top of the structure. She dragged clear of him and adopted his distinctive line of appearance. The moon was dazzling and also the city was lively… no, it turned out in chaos. The streets had been stuffed with autos leaving behind the metropolis. Zeres was nevertheless keeping her in which he was respiration challenging. She experienced found the design within his view before he dragged her. No matter how she checked out it, his actions contradicted his words. How could anyone do this for someone who's absolutely nothing to them? A disbelieving look tugged at Alicia's mouth area. "I am just the individual that should inquire you that…" she reported, aiming to management herself from bursting out. "How come you doing this?!" Zeres remained very even now and noiseless after he roared her label. There seemed to be only silence for a couple of minutes. "You… obstinate gal!" He g.r.o.a.n.e.d, however angered. "Why? How come you…" He shook his brain, preserving his gaze on to the floor. "You're wrong." He declined strongly. "Don't you dare position me to sleep yet again!" she hissed, glaring tough at him. He stared back at her. "You're supplying me no decision," he said, hunting away once more as his palms retained her wrists. "Why won't you only enjoy me?" a different vehement sigh originated from him before he carried on by using a muted, velvety speech, "what makes you this process for me?" Zeres was however positioning her and the man was breathing tough. She acquired noticed the appearance on his view before he pulled her. Regardless how she looked at it, his steps contradicted his words. How could someone do all this for an individual who's nothing to them? Zeres' smile washed out and his awesome temper finally exploded. His eyes turned gold bullion and after that his palm slammed up against the wall surface behind her. The wall membrane crumbled because of the highly effective affect and when he noticed the trash going to land on her, he drawn her as part of his biceps and triceps and each of them disappeared before a single thing could feel her. "Don't you dare, Zeres!" Her tone of voice intensified. "If you do that, I'll… I'll wipe out you!" she exclaimed in panic or anxiety. She recognized it'd be over for her if he position her to fall asleep once more. Ezekiel's plan… no… she can't fail in this particular way too! Zeres stayed very nevertheless and tranquil after he roared her name. There was clearly simply silence for a couple events. "Prevent looking away when I'm talking…" she paused and sighed all over again. "Alright… for those who don't want to consider me, a minimum of talk with me effectively." "You happen to be one that should cease." She contended completely. He shook his top of your head, retaining his gaze on the ground. "You're completely wrong." He dismissed completely. "Don't you dare, Zeres!" Her sound intensified. "If you do that, I'll… I'll remove you!" she exclaimed in panic or anxiety. She understood it'd be over on her if he placed her to get to sleep once more. Ezekiel's plan… no… she can't are unsuccessful with this way too! Zeres was nevertheless positioning her and that he was respiratory challenging. She acquired viewed the design within his vision before he drawn her. However she checked out it, his behavior contradicted his words. How could an individual do all this for somebody who's absolutely nothing to them? Hellbound With You Alicia swallowed and investigated him. Her arms around him tightened. Hellbound With You "You happen to be not eager to die," Alicia said, consuming to regulate her sentiments. "You may be distressed to conserve me." Zeres was nevertheless positioning her and the man was breathing in hard. She had witnessed the appearance within his eyes before he pulled her. In spite of how she viewed it, his steps contradicted his thoughts. How could anyone do all this for anyone who's nothing to them? "Certainly, you might be. I am just the reason for this. You are doing everything madness as a result of me. I don't… I don't are entitled to your compromise." Her inhaling began to turn out to be substantial, and the corner of her vision was eliminating. "Why would you do all this… go through these for my benefit?! I am just an individual you achieved a short while ago. Why will you do this for someone… for somebody who's not even exclusive in your daily life?" "You will be angry," she repetitive, disregarding what just stated, "should you feel I would believe everything you mentioned." As he swung back to her, the looks in his eye evolved. He seemed to be looking at her just as if she had been a unknown person. "Don't you dare, Zeres!" Her tone of voice intensified. "If you do that, I'll… I'll eliminate you!" she exclaimed in panic. She believed it'd be over for her if he set her to get to sleep again. Ezekiel's plan… no… she can't fail during this as well! Going for a profound breathing, she clutched at his s.h.i.+rt and dragged away adequate to consider his encounter. She didn't appear to comprehend how shut their faces had been. But Zeres have in which he immediately encountered sideways. He smiled, having go of her chin. "I know. Which means you greater keep now. You know what a mad witch are able to do." "Don't you dare, Zeres!" Her voice intensified. "If you that, I'll… I'll remove you!" she exclaimed in freak out. She believed it'd be over on her behalf if he placed her to fall asleep just as before. Ezekiel's plan… no… she can't crash in this way too! He flashed that grin she didn't like before struggling with her all over again. "The Way I wish you could potentially." He stated inside of a whisper and before Alicia knew it, his fingers was over her hands which had been holding the dagger. He obtained already directed the dagger over his heart and soul. "Then why not you are trying?" he required in a hoa.r.s.e speech. Hellbound With You "Without a doubt. You're right." Originated his ice cold tough tone of voice that sounded nothing at all much like the Zeres she understood. "You are nothing at all exclusive with me, Alicia. That's your reason for incorrect if you consider I'm carrying this out due to you. I would try this even when it's not you." He sauntered towards her then squatted before her. "I said, I'm anxious to kick the bucket. I by no means desired to live… again… for the reason that, in my situation, existence always has been h.e.l.l. So you should don't stop me anymore. This is definitely the thing i want. Remember to keep in mind that not every person nowadays desired lifestyle. There's a person around who wished simply death." "You are the one that should end." She asserted completely. "That you are not anxious to pass on," Alicia stated, taking to manage her sentiments. "You are anxious to save me."

[imarvelatthestars]

Peppermint

Notes: Inspired by Lizzie McAlpine's 'Pancakes for Dinner'. The Spanish/Ladino name for Passover, (Pesaj - the j sounds like the j in jalapeno), plus some Yiddishisms and Hebrew words are used. Non-Jews are welcome to interact!

Warnings: pining, unrequited feelings that are actually requited, Marc thinks he's not good enough for you, feminine descriptors of reader (bc I made the reader a flower femme kinda gal), references to sex but nothing explicit, swearing

Pairings: Marc & Steven x Jewish femme!Reader

Marc has never been one for the whole "marry a good Jewish girl" shtick. There's so many decent people out there in the world and he's so broken - why limit his chances at happiness? Not that he'll ever get to be happy, but still. No point in cutting the dating pool into fucking fractions.

So why, why the hell did Steven have to go and fall for one?

He still remembers the first time he met you. And he reminds himself that it was him too, not just Steven. He was there, in the reflection of the synagogue windows, trying desperately not to front to allow Steven this chance at something beautiful, something that belonged to the whole of them. He remembers how similar and yet vastly different everything felt - the music, the liturgy, the little Yiddish phrases that sound nothing like the slivers of Ladino he still holds on to. And then there was you - unassuming, quiet, sweet eyes, tucked into a back bench with a prayer book in your hands. Marc probably wouldn't have ever thought much of you, but Steven did.

When everyone gathered together after the service for challah and wine, Steven had noticed your smile, how your eyes took in everyone and everything, how you waved like you actually cared and you waved at him. Even then, before you had ever spoken a word, Marc knew that Steven was a goner and that he'd be along for the ride.

He remembers how Steven kept going back every shabbat, always hoping for another glimpse of your smile, hoping he'd be able to summon up enough courage to talk to you, to ask you if you would ever get coffee or tea or pizza or literally anything with him, just so long as it was you and him and you smiled at him. And he remembers sulking in the corner of a window, fighting every urge to take control just for a second so he could ask you out and put himself out of the misery that was watching Steven struggle with the concept of a crush. He remembers half hoping that Steven would never be able to do it because it would be safer that way - no date means no chance of heartbreak, of denial, of being almost loved and then thrown out just because he's different, broken, a slave at the whim of his trauma and the god he serves. But then he saw you playing with the kids after services one night and he thought it might not be a crime to let a piece of himself live a little, the piece that actually deserved it. And if he wrote Steven's number on a torn off piece of the program and handed it to you on his way out, then that was his business.

There are a lot of in between moments that Marc misses out on and he tells himself that that's good, that it's okay because you're Steven's girl. It means Steven is living life and that was the whole point of letting go of everything and giving him the reins. But there are little things that he notices every time he comes up for air to deal with more of Khonshu's bullshit - the new cologne in the bathroom cupboard, the scribbled note in Steven's phone about buying you flowers, the tiny potted plant in the kitchen window - and an ache settles in his chest that comes with knowing he'll never get a chance to know you the way Steven does.

So it surprises him when he fronts by accident halfway through date night. He doesn't know where he is, but his body feels more relaxed than it has in months and there's something going on in the background, but he can't make it out through the haze of waking up post-switch. He blinks, looks around, and then spots the TV screen. Ah. Okay, so Steven was watching something. Then he sees you snuggled into his side and you're snoring, and it hits him right in the stomach. Steven was watching something with you. Which means Steven probably fell asleep, that's the only reason he's here and it's another reminder that he doesn't belong.

But of course he can't fall back asleep and he can't get Steven to come back out. He tries everything. He closes his eyes and listens to the nice music playing over the credits of the movie, he tries to think of pyramids and hieroglyphs and mummies, but the only thing that sticks with him is the smell of peppermint in your hair. And fuck, you smell beautiful. You are beautiful. He didn't see it that first time in the synagogue, but he sees it now and he's blinded by it. The little gurgle in the back of your throat every time you snore, the furrow in between your eyebrows, the way your skin glows in the TV light, the sliver of skin that peeks out above the collar of your blouse where he can almost- No!

It takes everything within him to not bolt out of his seat and run for the door. You're so soft and gentle and you smell like a fucking garden and yes, you're Steven's, but Steven is a part of him and shouldn't he get something nice, too? Despite all the blood and pain and wretched things that make Marc who he is today, doesn't he also deserve a chance? Or maybe that's just Steven seeping through the cracks.

C'mon, Steven, wake up. Wake up, stupid. You gotta get me outta here. Because the longer he stays present, the more Marc yearns to reach out and touch your cheek, to beg you to learn to love him too, and he can't. He can never let that happen. Steven. Steven!

And it's a while before Marc fronts again. Even if Steven doesn't know about all the D.I.D. crap, he can probably feel it, can sense that something's off. So it's fine that he doesn't let Marc out again, it gives him a chance to rest. He's not sure how long he's curled up in the back of Steven's mind for, but when they do eventually switch, it's fluid and gentle and safe because he wakes up to you.

The two of you are at the beach. He's wearing the ugliest grandpa button-up he's ever seen, but it's like you don't even care. You're laughing and the wind is in your hair and your cheeks are flushed from the sun. There's a hamsa pendant around your neck, resting in the divit between your collarbones, and a flower bobby pinned into your hair. You turn to him and smile so radiantly that it shatters every excuse he has not to kiss you, so he does.

He moves in tongue first, laving it over your open lips and drawing you into him like water in a dying man's mouth. You're sweet and sticky with ice cream residue and you melt into him perfectly. He tastes you as deeply as he can and swallows your sighs with a greediness that he should be ashamed of, but it's because you're doing it for him, even if you don't know it. He wonders if you love Steven and if you could ever love him too. All he knows is that you take care of Steven when he's not around, you make him happy, which means that Marc likes you, he approves. And he wants you to approve of him.

He's in over his head, but maybe that's okay just this once. You have a good and tender heart, so he thinks there's a chance you'll accept him. All of him. If you can love Steven and all his quirkiness and not want to rip your hair out every time he blacks out, then there has to be a chance you'll love him. There's only one way to find out. But Marc chickens out half a dozen times. There isn't an easy way to say "hey, there are different versions of me that live inside my head because I got fucked up when I was a kid, please don't leave" and there's a substantially less easy way to say "I died once and now I serve an Egyptian god, no I don't like it, yeah Pesaj gets a little weird".

So he tries to introduce himself to you in little ways - he slips in a Ladino word here and there while Steven's texting you, he makes sure to send you flowers when he's fronting and not busy bashing some criminal's face in, he reads that book you suggested to Steven, he even dares to recommend you read the memoir of a professor who has D.I.D. so that when he does eventually tell you, you won't be scared. He puts on an accent if he's up at the wrong time, but tries to work in his own American twang in the hopes that one day he'll talk to you as his full self and you won't be startled by the difference in his voice. And he knows, God he knows, that he shouldn't be doing any of this because you're not his, you never were, but he's falling for you and if you don't catch him, he'll break.

There's a thunderstorm the day he tells you. He's just come back from a mission in Palestine and Khonshu is finally giving him some peace, so he goes to Steven's flat to shower and all he can think of is you. He misses the peppermint in your hair and the herb garden you started on your fire escape that makes your hands smell of thyme. He wishes he could kiss you again, could do more than kiss you because Steven's had a million nights of lovemaking with you already and Marc wants to know how you'd look when he buries his face between your legs.

And when you open your door to him at nearly 1 in the morning, he uses his real voice to ask you if he can come in. He notices how you shift away from him just slightly, but you don't run and that's a start. He tells you his name, he tells you that he's a rabbi's son and (obviously) American, he tells you that Steven is part of his system and that he has D.I.D., and you're the one who puts the pieces together about the memoir and the funny changes in his voice and the flirty Ladino pet names. He tells you that Steven doesn't know he's an alter, but he's gonna tell him because Marc doesn't want to hide from either of them anymore. He wants to live. He wants to cook with you and he wants to hear you say his name and he wants to fall asleep on the couch with you and even if you only ever love Steven, he wants to know if you'll take him anyway, if you'll stay and be a part of whatever comes.

"Did you think I'd love Steven any less if I knew?" you ask.

I thought you'd hate me for not being him, he wants to say. I thought you'd be afraid of us or of me. I thought I wouldn't be good enough for you because I'm not some goofy Egypt geek. Because I'm too broken to be loved.

He does eventually say those things to you, but it takes weeks of talking to Steven and opening up for the first time in decades and it takes a lot of trust in you, which you freely and gladly give. Soon, Marc starts to smell like peppermint too, and Steven starts to smell like thyme. And they find ways to be co-present and be happy, and you find that Marc is just as precious to you as Steven is. Marc decides that falling for a nice Jewish girl maybe isn't so bad.