#tagging just in case people need that *salute* | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

writtenontheport · 1 year

Text

Just a Night at Portland Row

(pt.1) (pt.2)

Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Literal romcom, These people are silly, Everyone’s so sillycore here, teary confessions, someone accidentally confesses, nothing dramatic happens he’s just silly, Childhood friends to lovers, Lockwood is kinda stupid (affectionate), no smut or suggestive content, Lockwood and co and reader friendship, whether or not what Lockwood says at the end actually happens is up to you!!

Notes: I have quite a few issues with this one, and I’m not entirely satisfied with it, but I think it’s one of the better ways I could go about it. I also put all the flowers meanings at the bottom, so if you were curious I did in fact plan the flower meanings (I am a nerd). This finale has gone through about 20 revisions on the first day alone, so if anything seems jarringly out of place, I am so sorry 😭 I was all over the place with my ideas.

Summary: Just before supper time, you and Lockwood have a heart to heart, and it starts as it always has: with flowers, with tears, and a little funny thing called love.

word count: 2.4k+

“George,” Lockwood says seriously. It��s the first time George has ever seen him so serious about something that isn’t Lucy or him dying and it shocks him how quick he is to steel himself for whatever it is. “I need you to get Lucy to bring them down here, if you can, please.”

Now, ‘them’ is obviously referring to you, who’s laughing away upstairs with Lucy so loud they can hear it ring through the vents. If this wasn’t something George has genuinely been excited for, he would have smacked Lockwood upside the head for using that terrifying tone. “Don’t say it like that, prick. Thought someone was dying there.”

Lockwood grins at him from where he’s messing with the bouquet stood up on the table. The paper wrapping hasn’t been removed, courtesy of the empty vase and that water would most likely melt it; ribbon still intact. They stand, not quite fully in bloom (which is the best way to buy flowers, because otherwise they wilt right away) but just on the precipice of it. It’s packed with other, smaller additions, but at the heart of it, well. Maybe Lockwood did know something about the language of flowers.

“How’d you even pick them out?” George asks instead, watching Lockwood’s grin wobble.

“I made friends with the shopkeeper. He wouldn’t tell me what any of them meant, but he said they were good flowers— like the carnations. One of them though… these white ones here, just felt familiar somehow.” He kept messing about with the bouquet, meddling with any loose leaf or bud. “Can you please go get them? I want them to be able to see the flowers before they wilt.”

George does swat Lockwood for that, but he goes upstairs to get you. You and Lucy have moved to her room on George’s urging (he made Lockwood wait outside before coming in to make sure you didn’t know) and were lying in her bed on your stomachs, reading and sharing books. Lucy’s the first to look up at him, raising a brow as she nudges you.

“George? Everything ok?” You ask, propping yourself up to sit criss cross on the mattress. “Has Anthony come back yet?”

“He has,” he says simply, “He says he needs you in the kitchen. Lucy should stay since she must be tired from the case yesterday.”

From behind you, Lucy has a moment of realization that has her tucking her lips to hide a smile. Quietly, she puts a hand up to her forehead in a salute to George.

“You should go check,” she says, “Who knows what kind of trouble he might be in.”

“A lot of trouble,” George adds, nodding slightly along. You narrow your eyes in suspicion, but you get up off the bed.

“I’ll save your place!” She calls just as you’re headed down. George walks 2 steps behind you to hide his expression before he can school it, feeling giddy with nerves that aren’t even his to have. He wonders how Lockwood’s doing, stopping just at his bedroom door.

You turn back, asking “You aren’t coming?”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He rocks gently on his feet and pulls his hands behind his back, reassuring you with a calm nod. “Off you go, Lockwood’s probably burnt himself making tea by now or something.”

“I’d hope not…” you mumble, each step down like a crescendo in the world’s most suspenseful piece of music— every floorboard creak like the lead instrument and your heartbeat acting a steady base. On a sheet you’re sure it looks hideous, but it levels out when you open the door and Lockwood’s waiting there by the counter, looking like he’s straight off a magazine. The silence creeps in, but the piece rises to new heights as the sound of everything— the floorboards, the vents— suddenly dulls out.

You step into the kitchen, and let the door shut behind you.

There is your Anthony, standing there in the middle of the kitchen with a bouquet full of dazzling pink tulips, red roses, and spots of white jasmine flowers. There is Anthony, the boy you’ve known and loved for years— looking at you like he always does: like you’re the whole world and sky and everything he wakes up for.

Neither of you speak for a good minute, but it’s not without trying. Lockwood spends that pregnant pause fumbling for words, before—

“I love you,” He says.

The words come rushing out his lips, hurried and desperate. It shocks you how simply he puts it, like a sudden rest in the notes that takes you by surprise. He looks surprised too; horrified, really, that he’s just blurted that out. He swallows thickly, steeling his expression into something determined.

“I—“ you pause, the words caught in your throat, blood pounding in your ears. You think you tear up, but you can’t really tell when the whole world narrows down to Anthony Lockwood across from you in the kitchen of Portland Row, professing his love in the spur of the moment. You grow warm with affection, taking a step closer to him as the music of your singing heart drowns out everything but his words.

He takes a deep breath, his face pale with fear as he swallows and says quietly,, “Today, when I went down to the shops to get you these flowers, I met the really old man tending to them. Don’t look at me like that, he was really old, alright?”

“Anthony,” you scold quietly, tutting at him as you wrap your hands around his.

He bites the inside of his cheek before he keeps going. “Anyways he isn’t the point— I brought him up because he made me realise that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I never gave telling you a shot. He lived loving someone else until they died— even after they did, and if… if there was a chance I could have that with you, I wanted to take it. I can’t promise you that I’ll be alive for as long as you will be, but I can promise you that I will love you for everyday I live and breathe if you let me.”

“Anthony,” you start, breathlessly. You take his face in your hands and he puts the bouquet down to cover your hands with his. He looks so scared like this, fragile like glass in your hands and pale with nerves.

“I can’t promise you forever,” He says solemnly, “But I can promise you my heart for as long as it beats.”

You take a deep breath through your nose, and will yourself not to kiss him. Years down to minutes— minutes to seconds. The silence hangs like a winding note. You glance back quickly at the bouquet, picking out one of the jasmine flowers before sliding it behind his ear and resting your hands on his face.

“Do you remember the first flower I gave you?” You ask just as quietly. He shakes his head, cheeks rubbing against the skin of your palms. “We were… quite young at the time, and I must have been mad, because I stole it from the neighbour’s garden. Yes, the grumpy one, you remember her. Well, I ran straight over from all the way from home with this crumpled little thing in hand— stop giggling. I’m telling you an important story— and you lit up like a light. Cheeky little thing you were, finding a way to give it back to me when I got scolded the same day for stealing and I was awful sore about the whole thing.”

“You looked all sad,” He cut in, voice hoarse in a mumble, “It made me happy, so I wanted it to make you happy too.”

You laugh, just as breathless, “And it worked, Anthony. It’s still one of my favourite flowers. Did you know that? They were the first flowers I read up on when I learned flowers could have meanings.”

“What’d you find?” He asks, the nerves fading into a hopefulness that fills his eyes with stars. It’s helplessly endearing where you see them shine, nearly nose to nose with how close you’re holding him.

You hum and close your eyes, pushing your forehead against his. “We gave each other white jasmine flowers, that day. A lot of people say they mean purity or innocence, but the one that stuck out to me was that people say it meant “everlasting love” too. When I look back on it now, it must’ve been fate.”

“Cause I always loved you and you probably realised that with how stupid I get about you?”He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

You chuckle quietly, just as helplessly lost, “Not quite. I didn’t even think there was a chance you could love me back, though that does make everything a bit easier… because I’ve always loved you, Anthony.”

Like a child on Christmas day, Lockwood’s eyes grow wide; he’s helpless to the grin that splits his face. “Really?”

“I’m no liar, Anthony, and certainly not about this,” you laugh, unable to help yourself as you tip back and rest your nose lightly against his.

“No like— you mean it?” He asks, voice cracking with hope as he searches your face, “You love me? You love me?”

You’re helplessly endeared, helplessly in love and helplessly lost to it, so you just whisper back with a grin as wide, “Yes, Anthony. I love you.”

What little space between you both is gone in a second when he pushes his lips against yours. It’s a desperate thing, all relief and comfort and love pouring out. At some point, you’re both smiling too wide and too much for it to be anything more than just pushing your lips against each other’s and you pull away with a wet laugh.

He grins wider, and you didn’t think it was possible but he manages it. “I’m so glad, because if I had to go back to the shopkeeper with a terrible story about how I got rejected by the love of my life—“

You giggle and swat at his arm, wrapping your arms around him, “Of course that’s what you worry about. This is all a publicity stunt, yeah? To boost your ego.”

“Of course,” he says, with no weight to the words as he sniffs and blinks away the last of his tears, “Though that just means we should make it a bigger stunt and get married. I’ll even invite Kipps just to rub it in his face.”

You hum, helplessly amused, when the door slams open and George shamelessly walks in with at first his usual deadpan, then a pleased expression. From behind George, Lucy is brimming with happiness, smiling cheek to cheek.

“Gross,” George says, simply and without malice. He steps around you and Lockwood, patting you both on the back sincerely and pulling out pots and pans. It occurs to you a little late that he’s starting on supper. “Took you both a while to actually confess. Mental, the two of you.”

“It was cute,” Lucy says kindly, taking you from Lockwood (he does pout lightly, but she just sticks her tongue out at him) hugging you dear. “George just means that we’re both very happy you two finally got together. He was starting to go bald actually from pulling his hair out too much, look at his hairline—“

“You can’t even pretend like you weren’t too, Lucy.” George sends her a glare as she separates from you. Lockwood quickly fills the space at your side again and all but wraps himself around you. Lucy pats him on the back with a congratulatory smile.

“You can’t go bald before my wedding, George, that’d just ruin it,” you say, clicking your tongue as you reach over (not without struggling over Lockwood) and pat his curls into place. The pot nearly slips out of his hands while Lucy’s eyes grow big as saucers.

“Wedding?!?” They ask simultaneously. Lockwood giggles into your neck, the cheeky bastard.

“This one here,” you gesture at Lockwood with a look, “said we should get married since this whole thing is a publicity stunt or whatnot. Said he might even invite that Kipps bloke he hates.”

“That is the lamest proposal I have ever heard,” Lucy immediately cuts in, the most disappointed scowl pointed at Lockwood’s head.

“I’ve got to agree. You could absolutely do better than that, Lockwood. Also, Quill Kipps? Do you want to have start a fight at your wedding?” George asks, his back turned to everyone. You pull away from Lockwood to pick up the flowers, but not without him frowning as you do. He stops frowning as soon as you smile at him, though, before he turns his attention to Lucy and George when they both pretend to gag.

“I gave them flowers, a really sentimental bunch I think, then I had a good speech,” He says to Lucy first, who raises a brow at him.

He turns to George next. “I need to rub it in his face that he’s probably miserable and forever alone.”

“I thought it was gonna be a publicity stunt, not a revenge plot,” You mutter, clicking your tongue.

“I’m not letting you have a lame wedding, Lockwood, because that means they—“ she points to you “— will have a lame wedding and I will not let that happen.”

“But you’d let me have a lame wedding if it was just mine?” His face is scrunched in offence as he ‘discreetly’ wraps himself around you again.

“Yes,” Lucy and George say simultaneously.

“I’d marry you at a lame wedding.” You play with his hair where you can reach it, pressing a kiss to his forehead where he’s dumped it again on your shoulder. Lucy and George gag, Lockwood beams so bright you’d think he won the lottery that night.

They manage to convince you that it’s too dark out to leave (it was past curfew, the sun had set already) so you spend the night recounting everything you can with them until the stars had gone to sleep and the sun started rising.

The next day, he brings down the bouquet of carnations you’d first given him, and you mix both the bouquets into one. A year later, Portland Row becomes home to not only to the people living in it, but a garden full of flowers blooming with love, laughter, and a lot of hard work. White Jasmine flowers bloom on the veranda and a house of three becomes home to four.

A/N: Finally finished this series!! Whew, that was… hmm!! And just because I couldn’t add it to the story without it getting clunky, have these idk, headcanons? fun facts?:

Reader tells Lockwood all about the flowers after, and informs him about why the Jasmine flowers were so familiar

The grumpy neighbour reader stole the white jasmine flowers from was actually the old man gardener’s wife

Lockwood goes back to tell the old man, and they have a laugh about the whole thing

It is so hard to get one straight meaning for a flower, but if you dig enough you can find flowers that mean so many cute things:

Red carnations mean deep love and affection

Pink tulips mean caring and affection

White Jasmine flowers can mean many things but for this story I went with: Eternal love, persevering love, and new beginnings

Everyone knows red roses, but I also like to think Lockwood’s bouquet had thornless red roses because they mean love at first sight

Yes he one upped the reader even without knowing what all the flowers mean because he’s a competitive little freak (affectionate) and I love him

This series has been very dear to me, and I am especially thankful to @tangledinlove <3 Thank you for your kind reblogs, I hope you know I read them and always look forward to seeing how you find each part in the series even if I don’t respond to them <33333

Also @milesmorals asked me to tag her too!!

#portie writes fanfic #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you

179 notes · View notes

stardustloki · 4 months

Text

Water Fight!

Lyana invites the Batch to take part in a water fight on Pabu. Used to combat sims on Kamino, they take this a little too seriously. Thankfully, their new family are around to correct their misunderstanding.

Tags: Gen, No warnings apply, Hunter-centric, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, Hunter thinks he's meant to be training Lyana in combat and as a good uncle he takes this Seriously

Read it on ao3 here.

Or below the cut...

The hot sun beat down on Hunter’s unarmoured body as he crouched behind a low wall, gripping the brittle blaster tight in his sweating hands, listening intently for any of their pursuers. Lyana crouched beside him, eyes wide, clutching her own blaster close to her body and breathing heavily.

“Did we lose them?”

Her whisper was quiet, but there was a chance it wouldn’t be quiet enough. Some enemies would have scanners trained to pick up on the frequencies of human voices. As Hunter shrugged in response, he made an internal note to teach her battle sign.

She nodded in response, jaw set, eyes serious.

They’d started off together, he, Lyana, Omega, Crosshair and Wrecker, before an ambush had forced them to separate. He cursed himself for not paying better attention, for assuming that the villagers had just been going about their everyday business, sipping cool drinks on their shaded verandas. Oh how wrong he had been.

Now, they were out in the open, cut off from the others, with no idea of the true number of hostiles they were facing.

“Do you remember how to get to the rendezvous point?” Hunter asked lowly. Lyana nodded. “Good. I want you to follow my lead, but remember, if we get attacked and I go down you do not stop for me. You get to the RV. Make sure to use as much cover as you can and try not to run in a straight line, the more obvious your movements are the easier they’ll find it to get a lock on you.”

“Yes, sir.” Lyana gave him a salute so poorly executed that his breath almost hitched. It was a good thing she hadn’t been raised on Kamino, but still, he should probably teach her how to salute properly in any case, it might be a useful skill.

Hunter nodded, satisfied at her words at least, and gestured for her to stay behind him. He didn’t think there were any hostiles nearby, but they were about to break cover and they needed to be careful.

At least, he consoled himself, if Lyana did get hit, the bursts of water wouldn’t hurt in the same way training rounds did.

He had to admit that he’d been surprised when, an hour earlier, Lyana had shown up at their house, informing them that the outside temperature meant that today they’d be having a water fight. Of course, he’d been thinking Lyana should probably be combat trained at some point - there was no guarantee that the Empire wouldn’t show up again, or that her Aunt Phee wouldn’t be followed home by some people she’d pissed off as part of her work - and had started to discuss the possibility with Shep. What he hadn’t been expecting was Lyana to take the decision into her own hands. Still, it was a promising step, and the Bad Batch had wasted no time in figuring out the training weapons and devising a strategy, making sure to explain everything to Lyana and make sure she could fire with… okay it was pretty terrible accuracy and that was something they would desperately need to work on. But there was a one in ten chance she’d hit her target if it was stationary.

Omega had been particularly excited about all this, grinning wildly and bouncing on the balls of her feet, talking to her friend a-mile-a-minute about how happy this made her.

By the time the combat had started, they’d been ready. What they hadn’t counted on, was how numerous their enemies would be.

Hunter and Lyana made their way carefully between the houses, sticking to shady alleyways as much as possible. He made sure to keep his eyes flickering up to rooftops or upper windows - he knew well from Crosshair that people didn’t often expect an attack to come from above. He wouldn’t let this be their downfall.

Thankfully, they made their way to the small plaza without incident. On their way to this rendezvous point, they had been spotted by some locals, who’d grinned at them and gave them a cheery wave - Lyana giving one of her equally cheerful but awful salutes back. Hunter just hoped that they wouldn’t give away details of their movements to the other side.

In the street across from them, Omega snuck into view, pressed into the shadows. Wrecker followed behind her, slightly less well hidden. They both gave Hunter a salute, which he returned. Now they just needed to wait for Crosshair, provided he hadn’t already been taken out.

In the centre of the shaded plaza, a large fountain bubbled. It would be an excellent place to resupply their ammo, but moving to the centre of the plaza would render them more exposed to enemy fire.

With his focus half on the fountain, it took Hunter longer than he should have to realise that the movement behind Wrecker wasn’t Crosshair joining them. Fortunately, Wrecker seemed to notice the extra person at the same time as Hunter did, and threw himself on top of Omega, sending them both tumbling to the ground at the same time as a blast of water went right through where they had been a second earlier. Their assailant didn’t get another chance to fire however, because they were hit by a strong blast of water to the head from above. Hunter grinned. Crosshair.

“Hey, not fair!” Wrecker’s voice rang out across the street and Hunter cursed. Staying hidden and winning this fight was gonna be a lot harder if his brother acted as a homing beacon for the hostiles. Still, they’d survived much worse. They wouldn’t fail this exercise. “I shot you earlier! You can’t get up and keep attacking us.”

“Sure I can,” Phee replied, wiping water out of her eyes. “That’s how water-blaster fights work.”

Even as he gestured for Lyana to stay hidden behind him, Hunter could see Wrecker and Omega shooting each other looks of confusion as they scrambled up off the floor.

“Then how can you tell who wins?” Omega asked, frowning. He noted with a burst of pride that her blaster was still trained on Phee.

“It’s not about winning,” Shep replied, emerging to stand in the sun next to Phee. “It’s about cooling down during a hot day, getting yourself and the other team as drenched as possible.”

Hunter was pretty sure Omega and Wrecker’s dubious looks matched his own.

“Look,” Phee said. “If y’all would be happier treating this like another battle, I ain’t stopping you. But, in my opinion, this way’s more fun.”

It was at that moment, Lyana sprang up towards her father, yelling and firing her water-blaster at him. Too late to grab her, all Hunter could do was provide extra fire at Shep, while Crosshair automatically did the same to Phee. Hopefully, their covering fire would allow Lyana to make her escape without getting hit.

All too soon, they were all out of ammo.

Spluttering, Shep dropped his blaster and wiped water from his eyes, but instead of giving in, he grinned and scooped Lyana up into his arms, before spinning her round and dumping her into the fountain. He laughed uproariously as she emerged, completely drenched, yelling incoherently at her dad, splashing waves at him from where she sat in the pool of water.

When she turned towards Hunter, he could see she was grinning too.

Oh. Okay. If the rules didn’t really matter then.

Hunter broke cover and raced towards Omega, sweeping her up before she knew what was happening, and dropping her into the fountain beside her friend.

“Hey!” she shouted, but in the second between her yell and Wrecker barrelling into him with a cry of “Traitor!”, he could tell she wasn’t really mad at him. He didn’t bother bracing himself, and instead let Wrecker push him into the pool of water beside them, laughing as he surfaced, pulling back his wet hair from where it stuck to his face.

All too soon, Omega and Lyana were on him, scooping water up and throwing it at him, cursing his betrayal. It was all Hunter could do but howl with laughter as Omega tried to duck his head under the water and he succeeded in doing the same to her.

Of course, there would come a time where Lyana did need to learn how to defend herself, but, for now, in his happiness, Hunter couldn’t find himself much caring.

For now, life was good.

#tbb #summerofbadbatch2024 #tbb hunter #tbb omega #lyana hazard

36 notes · View notes

bari-the-witch · 2 years

Text

Couples Quiz Night Part 1

Part 2

Heya dear people of the fandom!

I originall wanted to post this as a whole but because my private life is a bitch right now it's going to take a while to finish this. I decided to post the first part now, so you don't have to wait for something to read. Don't worry, I didn't ditch this. I have too much fun writing this!

A few people wanted me to tag them. So, here they are:

@swimmingbirdrunningrock @grtwdsmwhr @lightwoodbanethings @eggrollofchaos01 @gamerdano @miss-hit @photoaesthetic @alexdesappho @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring (with cherries on top ;D) @gay-stranger-things @hopefulcookieoperatorpersona @thepainisspicy @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @alienace @ashwinmeird @satan-is-obsessed @ninjapirateunicorns

Hope you enjoy!

And beware: English is not my native language so there might be a few mistakes here and there. Even though I used two different spell checkers/grammar programs.

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

Indianapolis, Indiana

July 10, 1987

“Honey, I’m home,” Steve called as he entered the apartment, toeing off his shoes and placing them neatly beside Eddie’s beaten-up sneakers and Robin’s red Converse before slowly making his way to the kitchen.

They had moved to Indianapolis half a year ago, leaving Hawkins behind for good. Between Steve’s shitty parents, Robin’s desire for freedom, and Eddie’s problems with the dear citizens of Hawkins even though his innocence was proven, it wasn’t a particularly difficult decision to make. They were still close enough in case their friends needed help but far enough away to finally heal.

Fortunately, they quickly found a three-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city and were able to afford it with their combined financial forces. Steve was glad he had taken the leap of faith to move here.

His life was a lot better now.

“Welcome back dingus,” Robin greeted him with a mock salute while Eddie just waved. They were both sitting on the kitchen counter together (although they had a small dining table not two feet away), sipping something that looked suspiciously like red wine.

“Already started without me?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you came back home this late,” Robin protested.

“Rob, you literally pressured me into letting you leave earlier so you could get,” Steve eyed the wine glass in her hands, “ready for tonight. I see you’re using your time wisely.”

“It’s totally Eddie’s fault. I swear!”

“Hey! You’re the one who wanted to crack a bottle to get all nice and tipsy before our night out. So you won’t lose your nerves because of Nan-.”

“Shut it, Munson!” Robin grinds out through gritted teeth, a deep blush darkening her cheeks. She smacked a hand over Eddie’s mouth to silence him....only for her to draw it back in disgust immediately. “Eww. Did you just lick my hand? What are you, twelve?”

“Why are you so embarrassed, Bucks? It’s not exactly a secret,” Eddie replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

Robin hung her head in defeat and sighed. “I know. It’s just… every time I meet her, I make a total ass out of myself, you know? I just want to be this cool person that doesn’t start spewing out unnecessary facts no one cares about.”

“With alcohol?” Steve asked amusedly, holding up his hands in defense when she glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Come on, Rob. Nancy likes you. Even your rambling. She thinks it’s endearing.”

“She does?”

Steve nodded. Nancy had told him a few weeks ago when they met up in a small cafe during their lunch break. She also said a few other things about Robin but it wasn’t Steve’s place to tell her that.

“That’s-. I need to get ready. I- Boys, see you later!” she exclaimed dramatically and hopped off the counter, marching straight into her room, and closing the door behind her.

“Well, she sure seems excited now,” Eddie chuckled.

They’re alone in the kitchen right now, and Steve is well aware of that. You see the thing is, moving to the big city and living together with his friends had not only made his life better but also significantly more complicated.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t always found men attractive. However, growing up in the Harrington household had taught him to keep these kinds of thoughts buried deep inside him. His father wasn’t very fond of queer people (an understatement) and would not have liked his son to be one of them (also an understatement). Moving here, living together with Eddie day after day, and finally being free from his father’s clutches had thrown him into the biggest sexuality crisis known to mankind.

At first, it was just mild infatuation that soon grew and spread into a full-blown crush, leaving him scared and confused. But it was OK, really. There wouldn't be anything coming out of it anyway. Steve was positively sure Eddie didn’t even like men that way, let alone him. So all he had to do was wait for this to blow over.

Well, that is, until Eddie decided to tear down Steve’s most effective defense mechanisms by outing himself a few weeks after moving in.

Suddenly, Eddie didn’t seem out of reach anymore, throwing Steve into the next crisis on top of the first. It got so obvious there was something wrong with him that Robin pulled him aside one night when it was just the two of them.

He finally spilled his beans that night. From the fact that he seemed to always have liked men as equally as women (bisexuality, Robin called it), down to his embarrassing all-consuming crush on Eddie.

She listened intently, asking a few questions here and there but otherwise letting him do the talking.

“What makes you think he doesn’t like you that way?” Robin asked earnestly.

“I just know,” Steve answered dejectedly and Robin didn’t press.

“Hey, Steve. You in there?”

Steve snapped out of his thoughts and shifted his attention back to the present. Eddie was standing in front of him, a worried expression on his handsome face.

“Huh? Sorry I- just got lost in my own head.”

“Shit, you really scared me there, man. Didn't we talk about not spacing out at random?" Eddie asked, relief evident in his voice. “For a second, I thought Vecna was back or something.”

“I know, I know, sorry.”

Only now did Steve realize how close they were. And that Eddie was grabbing both of his shoulders, the touch sending a spark of something through his body. The fact that Eddie was a very tactile person, touching Steve whenever he had the opportunity to, didn’t make dealing with his crush any easier.

"I, um," Steve started, trying hard not to stare at Eddie’s lips. “I need to get ready. For later. Shower, yes.” He stumbled over his words like a pre-schooler talking to his crush for the first time. Jesus, get it together. What happened to your famous Harrington charm?

“I mean, I’m gonna head to the shower. Or do you wanna go first?”

“Nah, I already did, so… It’s all yours,” Eddie answered before finally releasing his shoulders, and taking a step back. Steve nearly breathed out in relief.

“Well then, see you later.” Eddie patted him on the shoulder, grabbed the wine glass from the kitchen counter behind him, and made his way to his room. Before he stepped inside, he turned around again, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh and Steve? Just take your time. I know how much you like getting all dolled up for me.”

Heat shot to Steve’s cheeks while his heart did a full ballet routine in his chest. But befor he had the chance to react, Eddie disappeared inside and closed the door behind him.

Oh, did he forget to mention that Eddie was a notorious flirt, too?

Steve slammed the bathroom door with more force than necessary. He stripped down angrily and stood under the warm spray of the shower, trying to relax.

Fuck, he used to be good at this. Really good. With girls swooning left and right, just looking at them. He had been King Steve for fucks sake.

But then Eddie appeared and Steve’s famous Harrington charm, which was already in a nosedive anyway, crashed and burned to the ground, shattering into a million useless pieces. Eddie, with his stupid wide-brown doe-eyes, his equally ridiculous dark curly hair, and this fucking dimpled smile that always made Steve tremble and weak in the knees. And don’t forget all the stupid pet names he threw at him like candy, coming up with a new one every week.

Don’t get him wrong. Most of the time he’s glad the King Steve days are over. He just missed it sometimes, being that cocky, self-confident guy, strutting the halls of High School instead of this easily flustered tongue-tied idiot he was now.

Standing in front of the mirror after his shower, Steve had to resist the urge not to style his hair just to teach Eddie a lesson.

He dismissed that thought quickly, though. Not even that would make him leave the house looking like that. He still had some self-respect after all.

Steve stayed holed up in his room until Robin told him it was time to leave. He knew it wasn’t a permanent solution to his problem, not with them living and spending so much time together, but he just needed a break to collect himself.

The next few hours will be exhausting enough.

Going out tonight was all Robin's idea.

Since moving to the big city she had used every opportunity to get out of the house and into every gay bar she could get her hands on. She called it her ‘mandatory gay experience’ and Steve was glad she finally popped out of the shell she had built around herself while living in Hawkins.

And because Steve was such a good friend (the best) he tagged along when she asked him to, week after week. Sometimes just the two of the, sometimes with Eddie and Nancy in tow.

And so it happened that Steve found himself at one of those bars again on a Friday night, pressed against Eddie’s side, while Robin and Nancy sat across from them. The seating arrangement hadn’t exactly been Steve’s decision, but Robin had nearly knocked out his teeth trying to scramble into the booth beside Nancy. This left him with no other choice than to sit beside Eddie.

It was beautiful and terrible at the same time.

This close, Steve could feel Eddie's warmth through the layers of their clothes, leaving a tingling feeling wherever they touched. He tried not to show how much it affected him, but from the smirk, Robin was giving him from across the table, he was failing miserably.

Meanwhile, Eddie didn’t seem affected at all. He was his usual animated self, gesticulating around widely while telling Nancy a story about one of his co-workers who almost burned down the kitchen.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Steve followed the movement of Eddie’s mouth with his eyes. How he licked his lips from time to time or the way he bit his lower lip when trying to keep himself from laughing at his own story.

God, those damn kissable lips…

Stabbing pain shooting through his shin made Steve tear his eyes from Eddie’s mouth immediately.

He glared at Robin, who had a far too innocent expression on her face and only mumbled a soft “You’re staring again dingus” in return, before turning back to the conversation.

Oh shit. Had he been that obvious again?

Fortunately, Eddie didn’t seem to have noticed Steve’s brief staring contest with his lips (or so he hoped), being far too engrossed in telling the girls his funny story.

Thank God.

Later, Robin and Nancy had gone to get them a new round of drinks and from what Steve could see, it would take them a while to get back to the table. As the night progressed the bar had gotten steadily more packed which wasn’t surprising considering it was a Friday night. Steve was glad they had gotten here early.

As the girls returned with fresh drinks in tow and sat down again, Robin slid something into the middle of the table.

“You boys wouldn’t believe me what we’ve found,” she said delightedly, tapping at the small piece of paper with her finger Steve could identify as a flyer now. “Sounds pretty interesting to me.”

Next to her, Nancy nodded approvingly, sipping at her drink.

Eddie snatched it before Steve could take a closer look, tossing it back on the table with a snort a few seconds after.

“Couples Quiz Night, huh? I think I’d rather stab myself than join this, thank you very much.”

“What? Is that too uncool for lil’ ol’ Eddie?” Robin asked challengingly.

“You bet, Bucks. That shit’s only for couples that desperately try to make others jealous by showing how great they are.”

Eddie’s reply started a bickering match about the pros and cons of couples quiz night between him and Robin. Steve just rolled his eyes fondly, glad that the two most important people in his life had become such good friends and got along so well. He didn’t want to imagine a world where those two weren’t part of it at the same time.

Curious, Steve decided to take a look at it and grabbed the flyer off the table. Trying to tune out the agitated chatter of his friends he started to read.

The hand-sized flyer didn’t contain much information besides the name and date of the event written in big bold green letters and something about a prize you could win. Steve remembered doing something like this with his girlfriend Lisa (now an ex-girlfriend, fortunately) back in Hawkins. It ended in a complete and utter disaster because he and Lisa hadn’t even gotten one question right. It wasn’t exactly one of his proudest moments as a boyfriend.

"What?"

Steve flinched at Eddie's ear-splitting screech, immediately scanning the room for any signs of danger, his shoulders sagging in relief when he couldn't find any.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, I need them!"

Eddie looked at his friends one by one with big pleading eyes and, to top it off, even jutted out his lower lip. When no one seemed to take the bait right away, because they were all used to Eddie's antics, he fixed his gaze on Steve who still was none the wiser about what brought on Eddie's over the top reaction.

“Stevie?”

Steve quickly averted his eyes. He knew he couldn't say no to Eddie (to whatever he would ask of him) if he kept looking at him like that.

“Wait. That’s actually not a terrible idea,” Nancy said, sipping her drink like the traitor she is. “I mean, this is a gay bar, right? So there shouldn’t be any problems. And you two are so close, I bet you can easily fake it.”

Huh? Fake it?

Robin seemed to have noticed Steve’s confusion because she immediately started to explain. “Eddie wants to take part in the couples quiz night since he found out what the super secret prize is.”

“And … what does this have to do with me?” A sense of dread started to creep up on him.

“He wants you to join him,” Nancy answered matter-of-factly. “It’s a couples quiz after all.”

“But we aren’t a couple?” Steve asked perplexed. “Unless I missed something.”

The thought of him and Eddie being a couple made his insides all gooey and he quickly shoved it away.

“That’s why we’re gonna fake it, sweetheart!” Eddie laughed and threw an arm around, pressing him snuggly into his side.

Wait, what?

“You want me,” Steve pointed a trembling finger to himself and then at Eddie while trying to keep his voice even, “to fake a relationship with you to win a stupid prize at a Couples Quiz Night?”

“Hey, the prize is not stupid. How dare-”

“Yup. That’s exactly what he said.” Nancy answered nonchalantly, before taking a sip from her drink, giving Steve a look from under her lashes he didn’t like one bit.

“Yeah, come on, Steve, don’t be a spoilsport. It'll be fun!” Robin backed her up, of course, with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“Yes, Stevie. Listen to our friends."

“What happened to ‘rather stabbing yourself than joining this?’” Steve asked dryly, a last desperate attempt to wiggle out of this somehow.

“Steve. Steve-o. My best friend. Light of my life, did you not listen to anything the guy said?" Eddie asked sweetly and huffed when Steve only shrugged his shoulders. "It’s fucking tickets for a Metallica concert at Market Square Arena. That shit’s been sold out for weeks! Dude, I’d sell my soul for this if I could. So screw what I said before. I. Want. Those. Tickets.”

Steve felt his resolve start to crumble like a house of cards. He knew how much those tickets meant to Eddie. The guy literally hadn’t stopped talking about it for weeks and was totally crushed when he heard it was sold out.

Steve sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

He was absolutely sure that this was going to end in total disaster as it did with Lisa. And then Eddie would be mad at him about not winning those tickets, about him not being able to answer some stupid questions in a stupid quiz and -

- and then he made the mistake of looking into Eddie's pleading eyes.

Shit.

Rookie mistake.

Steve sighed, getting ready to succumb to his inevitable fate.

“Fine. But if we’re doing this, you owe me, Munson. Big time.”

“Oh my god, thank you! You’re absolutely the best! You won't regret it. Promise!” Eddie clapped his hands together a few times with barely concealed glee, bouncing on his seat like a maniac. Steve didn’t have the heart to tell him that he regretted it the moment he agreed to do it.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t cream your-. Hey, what are you doing?”

Eddie nearly shoved him off the booth and Steve quickly stood up to prevent himself from planting his face on the floor.

"What the hell, Munson?"

"Come on, come on. There are two Metallica tickets with our names on them, I heard.”

“I don’t think-.”

“Less talking, more walking, Stevie,” Eddie tutted, grabbind Steve around the wrist and dragging Steve mercilessly behind him without waiting for a response.

Glancing at the girls for help, Steve was only met with a thumbs up from Nancy and an overdramatic smooching gesture from Robin.

Screw Nancy's guns. He was so going to strangle them after this was over.

Eddie made it through the crowd with relative ease, slipping smoothly between the bodies on his way over to the bar while Steve bumped into people left and right, receiving tons of dirty looks in return. He didn't even have time to apologize, not with Eddie dragging him behind him like this.

At the bar, Eddie squeezed himself between two scrawny-looking guys, eagerly waving the bartender over. With Eddie's hand still clasped around his wrist, Steve didn't have much choice than to stand way too close behind him.

“Yeah? What can I get ya?”

“Hey, we heard about a quiz tonight and really wanted to join. Because I somehow can’t convince this knucklehead," Eddie turned back to him and had the fucking audacity to wink, then turned tack to the baarkeeper. "that we’re made for each other.” He put a hand on his heart, sighing deeply like he was carrying the whole world on his shoulders. “Maybe that’ll finally make him see it. You know?”

God, Eddie really was a theater kid, huh?

No way in hell someone would buy this little performance. Not when Eddie was laying it on this thick. Not in a million years.

But to Steve’s horror, the guy took a pen and a piece of paper from somewhere and shoved it over the counter. “Relationships are tough, man,” he nodded with a sigh, a look of pity in his eyes. Steve wondered if the guy was either a newbie or simply not good at reading people.

“Just write down your names here. We’re starting in ten minutes. So you better be ready.”

Then he left them alone to tend to some other customers demanding his attention.

“Ten minutes?” Steve hissed into Eddie’s ear from behind, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach running amok. “How should we come up with matching answers in ten minutes?”

Unimpressed by Steve’s tiny little freak-out, Eddie scribbled down their names in his neat handwriting before turning around. Their faces were barely a hair's breadth away and if Steve wanted to he just could lean forward and - no. Nope. Bad idea.

“Relax,” Eddie said, his breath caressing Steve’s lips, nearly driving him insane. “We don’t even know what they’re going to ask so I guess we just have to trust in the power of our relationship.”

“Which doesn’t exist," Steve replied dryly, proud of how even his voice sounded. "Listen, it’s always the same shit, like favorite color, favorite food, who kissed the other first yadda yadda yadda. So we need to-.”

“Wait wait wait. You did something like this before?” Eddie raised his eyebrows, his mouth twisting into a grin. “Stevie, you absolute romantic! You really know how to make a girl feel special,” he giggled, twisting a curl around his finger like a girl in those corny teenage movies Robin always made them watch as punishment for whatever.

“Yeah, I bet Lisa would disagree with you on that,” Steve grimaced, shuddering at the memory. “Whatever. Do you wanna go over some possible questions or not?”

Eddie tapped a finger against his lips, weighing his head left and right a few times like he was thinking really hard about his answer.

But then he leaned forward, bridging the gap between them and pressing his lips against Steve’s cheek. Just a short peck.

Steve's eyes widened in shock.

“I don’t think we’re going to need that, sweetheart,” he whispered softly before drawing back again. Which isn’t very far because they’re still unbelievably close, their noses almost touching. "Just trust in us, ok?"

Steve, whose brain had shut down the moment Eddie’s lips touched his face, nodded dumbly, his mouth open. Eddie’s smile grew and he took Steve’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers before pulling him toward the stage.

#steddie fanfic #steddie fandom #steddie

448 notes · View notes

siffrin-gimmick-blog-number-37 · 1 month

Text

Greetings and Salutations, everyone! Allow me to properly introduce myself.

My name is Zeisty King — aka the random individual behind this silly little blog! I mainly go by just Zeisty, though (seeing as I treat the "King" part as a surname).

My main goal for this blog is to doodle Siffrin from In Stars and Time (as well as other characters sometimes) so I can get used to a new tablet and set up, while also having fun with it!! Hence why I named this blog the way I did and why I don't mind calling the art I post here "messy," especially considering half of them are sketches anyway!

I may make mistakes from time to time and some results may be wonky, but that's okay! It's all a part of the learning process!! And is not limited to forgetting how anatomy works; I put two hands on the wrong way in one post once and I have to accept the fact I did that.

REOCCURRING GIMMICK BLOG TAGS:

#main blog to gimmick blog — anything from my main blog that I've reblogged to this one! I don't think I'll do it a whole lot, but I just wanted to let you know that happens and that they may contain spoilers when it does.

#not quite a daily — on occasion, doodles that don't count as a daily (but are still silly enough to be shown off on this blog) will be posted here! I don't think I'll do it too much, but don't be surprised if you see any doodles that aren't dailies from time to time.

#personal reblog — anything I've reblogged from myself once, twice or even thrice! I sometimes do it to make sure you haven't missed a post from me, or if I have something else to say about it.

#siffrin gimmick blog asks — as of posting this introduction this week, this is a new one! These are any questions you lovely folks wanna send in through this blog's askbox, and that I've answered.

#siffrin gimmick blog doodles — self explanatory! These are any drawings/doodles I've made for this blog, dailies or otherwise! I aim post here every day, though I sometimes won't on account of my memory or out of respect for certain events. Or if I need a break. I am only one goober, after all.

#siffrin gimmick blog rambles — any thoughts I need to say or anything I need to inform you will be under this tag! They won't contain art, so this one and any others like it are the exceptions.

#siffrin gimmick blog suggestions — got any suggestions for me to draw? Along with the ask tag, this is a new one as of this week! Any ideas you have for me to draw will be slotted under this tag! Be careful not to send in any spoilers, as I refuse to draw them six days of the week.

#siffrin gimmick blogs angsty sundays — this is the only time I'll intentionally post spoilery, angsty and/or serious art! I'll make sure to tag them as such so you can avoid them. I just wanted to give you a little head's up that I'll also reblog spoilers and tag them as well. :3

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

-My main blog is @electrozeistyking! You can find me reblogging my gimmick blog doodles there, along with any other stuff I drew not meant for this one (and stuff other people made)!! It's not exclusively ISAT stuff though, obviously.

-I swear quite a bit and do not tag them when I do. It'd probably be a hassle for me if I did, so if you're not cool with that, feel free to block this blog! You absolutely don't have to interact if you don't want to. I will tag other serious stuff/triggers, though! (Except this post, seeing as it's the introduction and it's important folks don't miss it. Sorry!)

-I'm not guaranteed to accept every suggestion or answer every ask sent my way. In the case of suggestions, there is a chance I won't be inspired enough to draw it for you; in the case of asks, I might not know what to say. And other possible reasons, if they ever happen to come up.

-I see every ask sent my way, so please try not to send the exact same Ask/Suggestion more than once! I promise I'm either formulating a response, figuring out how to draw your suggestion, or I was forced to delete it (in regards to the following note).

-I don't want this blog to overshadow you, so I'll unfortunately have to force myself to delete your ask if it has nothing to do with this blog in particular or ISAT. That's why I recommend you send it into my main blog instead!

That's it for now! Thanks for reading, and for hanging around this blog with me! :D

#i'm not gonna main tag this one reasons <:3 #but i am gonna include all my reoccurring blog tags for navigation purposes :D #not quite a daily #main blog to gimmick blog #personal reblog #siffrin gimmick blog asks #siffrin gimmick blog doodles #siffrin gimmick blog rambles #siffrin gimmick blog suggestions #siffrin gimmick blogs angsty sundays

8 notes · View notes

sheep33hallow · 4 months

Text

Sluth (DamienXTerry) (Superbat)

Tags: BatKids age reversal, Terry McGinnis and Damien are the parents, day in the life, Justice League age reversal

Summary: Damien's POV as a Dad

AO3

______

Damien looked at his youngest son, Bruce, who was listening to the youngest Kryptonian talk endlessly to him.

This wasn't their first time meeting, but that Alien took a liking to his son, in a way Damien didn't trust.

All of the young justice members were taking a break. Damien was sitting in the monitoring office, looking out of the two way mirror, where the young members were eating their lunch in the training area.

The Alien had his arm around Bruce, and he was shocked his son was allowing it to happen.

“If you stare any harder, the glass will break.” Terry, his spouse said from his seat next to him.

Damien glared at him. Terry had his long hair down today, in a similar fashion to Bruce's. “You're the reason that Alien is here.”

Terry shook his head, and wagged his finger. “No, your best friend is the reason he’s here. I just told Bruce to be nice to him.”

Damien threw a hand at the window. Grateful to not be seen. “He's touching him for no reason. They're not in combat training. He needs to go be useful elsewhere.”

Damien presses a button, turning the intercom on, “Kal-El.”

The young man jumped away from Bruce, who continued to eat.

“Yes, sir!” Kal-El salutes the air, and the other young members snicker at him.

“Go make yourself useful. There's a situation on earth that I think you can handle. Alone.” Damien growls the last word, then releases the button.

He sends the coordinates to Kal-El’s communicator. He watched the young man look at his device, then back at Bruce reluctantly. Bruce is no longer making eye contact with him, and Kal-El shoulders deflate, before walking out of the training room.

Damien is smiling.

Terry shakes his head at him, and gets up.

“Where are you going?” Damien asked. Turning his chair, as he watches his spouse walk to the door.

“Like Father, like son. Enjoy some alone time yourself.” And he walks out.

_____

Damien walks down into the batcave and instantly notices the missing people tonight.

He turns to his oldest, Duke, and says, “Where is Bruce and your Father?”

Duke glances at Cassandra, who swiftly slips her mask on, making it clear he's on his own.

Duke gulps, and tosses his helmet back and forth in his hands, as if to distract Damien. “They're out. Said they'll be back for patrol tomorrow.”

Damien walks closer to his eldest. Duke is the worst at keeping a secret. Duke ends up walking backwards into the case holding Bruce's uniform. “Bruce is in his late year at Gotham academy, so it's not academic and your Father didn't tell me about any charity events going on. So where are they?” He hisses. He slams his hand into the case next to Duke’s head.

“Dad! I don't know. They're just out. Bruce needs to be fitted for something. It's one night. Goodness.” Duke burst out saying, but his face is flush, “Sorry.” He mumbles as an afterthought.

Damien backs up, and pats Duke's shoulder. “Whatever.” It's as close as an apology that he'll give.

Damien turns to go get changed, then stalls for a moment.

Fitted?

_____

It's a week later, and Terry refuses to speak about his night off with Bruce. He's been using sex as a way to distract Damien, and Damien has been more annoying to Terry for their little game to continue.

He's lounging in his cow print sweat set that Richard and Jason got him last Father's Day after they caught him crying over a cow giving birth when they had a family trip to a farm.

“Well moo me down.” Terry says as he walks into their bedroom. His body is glistening from a finished workout.

There are papers spread all over the bed in front of Damien. He's working on a new plan for training, plus blueprints for a rec center that Wayne Enterprises will be funding. Damien has one leg on the floor, his back is against the headboard, when Terry walks over and sits down on Damien's lap, being mindful not to drip on his papers.

He kisses Damien, and who is the born and bred assassin to deny such a gift. He wraps his arms around Terry’s waist. Terry places a hand on the side of Damien's face, tilting it upwards, as he slides his tongue inside his mouth.

Damien is on his way to sliding his hand into the front of Terry’s workout pants, when they are interrupted.

“Have you guys seen Bruce?” It's Dick.

“He's with the Kryptonian. I've been telling you this.” Jason says to Dick from his left side in the doorway.

“Why would he be with Clark? That makes no sense, Jay.” Dick says to his brother, then shoves him in the shoulder.

Jason falls back into the doorway. He tries to shove Dick back, but he tucks and rolls into their parent's room. He sticks his tongue out at Jason once he's standing next to them.

“Fuck you, Grayson.”

“Oi, don't yell at your brother.” Damien interrupts.

Terry shrugs. “It's fine.” Terry stands up, and pinches Dick on the ear. “He knows what he is doing.” Damien sees a look pass between his spouse and second youngest. Dick is smirking and Terry shakes his head. “You have to stop thinking butter won't melt on him.” Terry says to Damien.

He puts his hand on Dick's back, promptly pushing him back into the hallway and within Jason’s grasp. “Go train some more, and yes Bruce is with Clark, but he'll be home soon. It is a school night.”

Once in his arms, Jason drags Dick away.

“Why is Bruce with—.” Damien starts, then pauses when Terry is back in front of him.

“It's hard to undress with the sweat and all. Can you help me?” Terry grasps Damien's chin, and slips his thumb between his lips. Smirking playfully down at Damien.

Damien's eyes widen, his hands mindlessly taking hold of Terry’s tight sweat soaked pants without breaking eye contact.

He spends the next hour remembering why he used to stalk his spouse.

______

Young Justice comes back from a mission with no casualties, but multiple are injured.

Including Bruce, who he heard has a broken arm, and fractured ribs.

He already yelled at the ones not injured before dismissing them.

Tim and Kon were in charge, so he doubts Tim will come home tonight. Terry didn't look to put out about it, silently agreeing on everything Damien said to everyone.

He benched them until further notice.

Terry stays behind to speak with the other mentors, while Damien makes his way to the sick bay. He's fuming, but he's also heard that Bruce survived thanks to the Alien.

Knowing Jon will be making jokes at him later over his cousin's stalking tendencies finally paying off.

Damien grits his teeth.

Stupid Jon and his stupid Alien family.

“This kind of messes up our plans, doesn't it?” Kal-El says.

Damien was about to turn the knob to Bruce's recovery room.

The door is cracked slightly.

“You can still come with me, but we won't be able to dance much.” Bruce says.

“Like- like, I can hold your hand, and help you eat the food.” Kal-El says bashfully.

“My dominant hand still functions fine, Clark.” He states plainly. Then Damien hears the opening and closing of a drawer. “Can you brush the knots out? Doubt I'll be able to shower for a few days.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, Bruce.” He says hurriedly. The chair squeaks back, Damien assumes Kal-El is standing up.

“I'm grateful you invited me to prom. Jon told me it's a big deal to teenagers on earth.” Damien hears the brush being used.

Bruce tsk’d. “It's not that big of a deal. I promise you. My siblings all went, and my Father thought you'd be fun to go with since I don't have any friends at school.”

“But you've known John, and Hal longer, but you still asked me.”

“Shut up, Clark.” Bruce growls, before wincing.

There's a moment of silence. Just the brush being used, and the heart monitor beeping.

Then, “I like taking care of you. So… I guess, depend on me more.” Kal-El says quietly.

Damien feels a hand slide onto his back, and take hold of his suit. Without turning around, he knows it's Jon pulling him away.

In Damien's office, “So cats out of the bag.” Jon says with a sheepish grin, after giving Damien a cup of tea.

They both have the top halves of their suits unzipped, and his face mask is off, though his eye makeup is smudge. “I suspected something.” He takes a sip.

Jon nods. “Clark wanted to wait. Kids’ fucking scared of you dude.” Jon laughs. “I keep telling him you're a big softy.”

“Most wouldn't agree with that statement.”

Jon shrugs with a grin. “ Eh, so what. I know you best! Was there before Terry, and I'm GodFather to like three of your kids, so, to me you're a big softy.”

Damien looks at his friend. “Kal-El is similar to you. I expected him to be more like Kon or Kara.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Jon asks.

Damien shakes his head. “Of course not. It just seems like I can trust him. I know I can't trust Kon, and Kara is unpredictable. So I didn't need another Alien messing things up.”

“You didn't need another Alien plowing one of your kids.” Jon says bluntly.

Damien bares his teeth at Jon, “If Kal-El fucks my kid without properly courting, Bruce. I will make him live in a vault, I've made specifically for your kind.”

Jon's mouth drops open.

Damien leans back in his chair. Smirking at the fact that Jon didn't know about his contingency plan.

“What, where—” Jon begins.

Still smirking. “Don't worry about it.” Then look at the clock. “Let's go. We have a meeting.” Damien pours the rest of his tea out into the trash. “Kal-El isn't in any danger. Like I said, I can trust him.”

“Clark. He likes to go by Clark.” Jon frowns, clearly not over his newly gained knowledge. He stands up.

They both zip their suits back up, and mask back on.

“When he's able to look me in the eyes while talking to me. Maybe I'll give a fuck about what he likes to be called.”

He walks to the door, “Especially since he clearly wants to plow one of my kids.”

AO3

#ao3 #superbat #damien wayne #terry mcginnis #bruce wayne #clark kent #batman #superman

4 notes · View notes

baronessblixen · 2 years

Note

hey, do you think you can write a fic in which Frohike shows Mulder the pics he took of Sxully in EBE? Thanks and Happy New Year!

Set after "All Souls" (the episode isn't really mentioned). Mulder and Frohike have a conversation.

Fictober Day 20 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,130

The Truth Is Plain To See

“Who is it?” A voice barks.

“Frohike, open the door. It’s me, Mulder.” He jumps around, trying to stay warm, and holds his face into the camera, showing his teeth.

“You look like a steaming ghost,” his friend says as he opens the door. Mulder blows air into his bare hands, stepping inside.

“It’s colder than I thought it would be.”

“You went running in this weather?” Frohike asks, handing Mulder a warm mug of something without him having to ask. He smells it first, knowing you can never be too careful with the Gunmen. He loves his friends, but it wouldn’t be the first time one of them accidentally drugged him. Convinced it’s just peppermint tea, he takes a sip and cherishes the warmth that spreads through his chilly body.

“It’s true what they say,” Frohike continues. “You are crazy.”

“Where are Byers and Langly?”

“Out.”

“Without you?” Mulder asks, sitting down. He cradles the mug in his hands, hoping to warm up before his friend throws him out. Judging by Frohike’s expression, it won’t be long now.

“They’re picking up food,” Frohike says, throwing a fleece blanket at Mulder. “There was some hiccup with security last time. What brings you here?”

He could lie and pretend there’s a reason other than him forgetting the time on his run and finding himself closer to the Gunmen than his own home, half frozen.

“I needed to get warm.”

“At least you’re honest,” Frohike says, holding up his own mug in a salute. “Did you have a fight with the Missus?”

Mulder glares at him. Frohike can’t know how close he is to the truth. He and Scully didn’t have a fight. Not exactly, anyway. Still, he finds himself nodding, taking another sip from his mug.

“What did you do?” Frohike asks with a sigh.

“How do you know I started it?”

“Known you long enough.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Mulder says, sounding defensive. “We had a case – it wasn’t even really a case, but… it was complicated. We didn’t see things the same way and it all went to shit.”

What he doesn’t admit to Frohike is that he ran past her apartment building earlier, hoping to see her. The lights were off, indicating she either wasn’t home or already sleeping. Considering how early it was, Mulder knew it had to be the first one. He kept running, not knowing what else to do.

At one point, when it was dark already, his legs aching and screaming, he reached for his cell phone and tried calling her. He waited so long for her to pick up that his teeth started chattering. That’s how he ended up here.

“You should talk to her.”

“Tried that,” Mulder mumbled.

“Looking like a steam truck?”

“She wasn’t home.” He doesn’t want to think about where she could be. Who she might be with. He wants to believe she’s at her mother’s, screening her calls. That would explain why she didn’t pick up when he called her. He will try again later, needing to know she’s okay. She doesn’t have to speak to him, as long as he knows she’s not in any danger, or pain.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I don’t understand you people,” Frohike says with a sigh, throwing his hands up in defeat. He gets up and walks over to a locked cabinet, Mulder watching him open it. Frohike takes out something that he hands to Mulder. It takes him a moment to understand they're pictures.

“What are these?” He asks, looking at the first one. It’s Scully, standing next to him, right here in the Gunmen’s place. He remembers the day, the first time he brought her here.

He marvels at how young they looked – Scully especially. He flips through the pictures. Scully smiling. Scully giving someone – maybe Frohike – a skeptical look. Scully glancing at him, her head tilted, a warm smile on her face. He can’t stop staring at it, at her. The next picture is one of him, gazing at Scully. He swallows hard. Is that how he looked at her four years ago? He could have just walked around with a sign that said ‘property of Dana Scully’.

He goes back to Scully smiling at the camera. His finger hovers over her face, not daring to touch this moment of perfection.

“You’re looking at those pictures as if you didn’t see her every day in the flesh,” Frohike says.

“I hope you’re not doing weird things with these, Frohike.”

“They’ve been in the vault for years. I found them a few weeks ago, forgot I even had them. I meant to give them to you. Keep them or give them to Scully. They’re yours now.”

“You no longer think she’s hot?” Mulder means it as a joke, but Frohike is obviously not in a silly mood. His face remains serious as he regards Mulder with narrowed eyes.

“She’s hotter than ever. If you don’t see that, you’re even crazier than I thought.” Mulder is quiet, his eyes transfixed on her smile. She doesn’t smile like that anymore. Not with him around, anyway.

“I see it,” he says quietly.

“Have you told her how you feel?” Frohike asks.

“How I- how I feel?” He stutters. “Scully and I are friends.”

Frohike sighs, rubbing his temple as if Mulder were giving him a headache. He’s seen Scully do the same thing.

“You really are crazy, Mulder.”

“Why?”

“You and I are friends,” Frohike says, pointing at his chest. “You and Scully? That’s something else entirely.” Mulder wants to refute his words, but what good would it do? He knows he’s right – and Mulder knows it. He’s known for a while. Maybe even a long, long while. It might have been a day similar to today. Him out on a run, his thought swirling around Scully, trying to reach her. What he didn’t know is that his feelings are clearly written all over his forehead.

“I’m calling you a cab,” Frohike says, picking up his headset. “And don’t even try to stop me. Scully is gonna kick my ass if I let your ass freeze out there.”

Mulder sits there, his fingers worrying the edges of the photograph. He will give them to Scully. All of them. Well, maybe he will keep one of them. The one where she’s smiling at the camera. Yeah, he wants that for himself.

“Cab’s gonna be here soon. Think about what I said, Mulder. Next time you do this at least wear a reflective vest so people can see you outside. You really don’t use that brain of yours, do you?”

“Love you, too, Frohike,” Mulder says with a smile, hugging his friend. He really has a lot to think about.

#fictober2022 #thank you to jen for making me use the steaming ghost line #i got this idea while running actually so of course poor mulder went running too #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

102 notes · View notes

lady-phasma · 2 years

Note

You are 39 yet you seem to have no idea that Aemond and Daemon are not the same. Also Helaemond is not a copy of Daemyra yet you write it as they were the same people, basically if I didn't see the names in fic mentioned, I could easily switch them because you write them in similar manner. Well you can't eat cake and have cake and of course I understand you like Daemon from the start and when you saw how handsome Aemond was you began writing about him too (how could one resist Aemond) but you can't expect people to like you when you like and comment posts that sometimes are anti team Green and sometimes anti team Black. Of course you need people from both teams to support your works but soon everyone will turn their back on you. Maybe you haven't learned that already, but you can't be on both teams. You're just like a penny, two-faced and worthless.

How very rude, anon! Thankfully this anon already asked about my team allegiance.

Let's break this down:

You are 39 yet you seem to have no idea that Aemond and Daemon are not the same.

What does my age have to do with anything? "Yet" implying that somehow by 39 years of age I should agree with you? I'm not going to link my headcanon posts about each of them but I think I've been very clear that they are incredibly different.

Also Helaemond is not a copy of Daemyra yet you write it as they were the same people, basically if I didn't see the names in fic mentioned, I could easily switch them because you write them in similar manner.

Then don't read my fics. I wrote my first chapter of Zaldrītsos (my Daemyra) on AO3 on October 2nd. I didn't come back to Tumblr until later that month and by the 12th had posted this update because pretty much no one had written Helaemond since episode 8 aired on October 9th (three days prior). I say that because I needed to get it out of my system since it's not one of my main ships. If you have read all three of those chapters (Steadfast for those who want to read it, masterlist is my pinned post, shameless plug) AND all 8 chapters of Zaldrītsos then I salute you! Thank you for reading. If not, then your comment doesn't hold much water. Good thing I write for me and not you.

Well you can't eat cake and have cake and of course I understand you like Daemon from the start and when you saw how handsome Aemond was you began writing about him too (how could one resist Aemond) but you can't expect people to like you when you like and comment posts that sometimes are anti team Green and sometimes anti team Black.

I think you must be a follower who is annoyed by me or you have way too much time on your hands to look back at my blog just to do a crap research job to be mean. Have I ever said I wanted anyone to like me? Remember you pointed out I was 39, let's go with that, quite a few years ago I learned that what people think doesn't matter as long as I am kind and compassionate. I've never used the anti tags on a single post. I am neither team.

Of course you need people from both teams to support your works but soon everyone will turn their back on you. Maybe you haven't learned that already, but you can't be on both teams. You're just like a penny, two-faced and worthless.

I don't need people to support my works - I write so I have wank material and share it in case anyone else wants to get off to it. Again, check out my team post.

I'm more like a bad penny: I just keep showing up.

#asked and answered #no teams just a crazy dragon soap opera that i am obsessed with

43 notes · View notes

terabyteturtle · 1 year

Text

Fighter #04 - Samus

- Samus loves going for midnight strolls and watching the stars at night. She finds it peaceful and relaxing, which isn't very common when you're living in a mansion with almost a hundred people.

- For Christmas, she bought a giant telescope for everyone's stargazing delight. It sits happily on the roof's balcony with a perfect view of the sky.

- She wants a hamster, but knows Ridley will just break into her room and eat it. If she were able to get one, she'd name it Biscuit. Samus loves all her friends in Smash, but she wants something to love and care for on the outside. She thinks it would be comforting and healthy for someone as jaded as she is, but that's a wish that won't come true. Unless Ridley were to mysteriously disappear...

- No, as much as she wanted that to happen, it would cause disorder within the mansion. On top of that, it would be too easy to figure out that it was her.

- Samus, Fox, and Falco talk about their space travels a lot. Well, actually Fox and Falco do all the talking while she listens to them bicker like a married couple. Samus doesn't mind, though. She finds it hilarious.

- She's an excellent repairwoman. The Chozo taught her everything she needed to know about fixing things. She can easily repair her suit and is often called to help when ROB needs a repair.

- Samus is always fine-tuning her Zero Lazer in case Ridley attempts mass genocide. If that dubious creature tries to kill everyone, she wants to be ready to fight him.

- She is a very light sleeper. Seriously, this woman will wake up at the drop of a hat. She's the first to wake up whenever anyone (ahem, Donkey Kong) gets up for a midnight snack.

- She's considering adding more types of lasers to her arsenal. After all, it wouldn't hurt to mix things up a bit. It would definitely serve as a shock to Ridley during their next fight, and everybody knows Samus will do anything to gain the upper hand.

- For the most part, Samus salutes with her left hand, since her right is covered by her laser/missile launcher.

- When she first met Falco, she originally thought he was one of the Chozo people, but a weaker, less cool version. Falco's ego definitely suffered a blow from that one.

- She's somewhat of a mother figure to the younger fighters, always watching out for their safety and giving them stern warnings when they do something dangerous.

- Peach is like a sister to her. They've both been in Smash for a long time, so it's only natural that they formed a close bond with one another. They'll frequently go for walks or have picnics outside together. Jigglypuff usually tags along as well.

- She's trying to teach Toon Link how to do a cartwheel. Spoiler alert---it's actually going really well. Samus is a good teacher, despite her cold and aloof attitude.

- Despite her usually quiet manner, Samus is actually a great storyteller. Her extraterrestrial tales are out-of-this-world (ha, get it?).

- When Samus first joined Smash, she wasn't much of a talker, but she warmed up eventually. With every new iteration of Smash and every new addition to the roster, she always starts out quiet and solitary, but slowly warms up to the newcomers over time.

- Back in the Brawl days, Wario accidentally misgendered her when they first met. Under normal circumstances, she would just remove her helmet and calmly point out that she was a woman. But she was in a bad mood that day, so instead, Wario received a full-powered Charge Shot to the gut. A few hours later, she went to his room (without her helmet on) and apologized. Now, there are no hard feelings between them.

- Falco and Snake really want to join her on her next bounty hunt. Falco says that he wants to embark on a new adventure. As for Snake, she doesn't really know. Every time she asks why, he kinda dodges the question. At first, Samus is reluctant, but the more she thinks about it, the more she warms up to the idea. Both of them can handle themselves and it'd be nice to have friends with her (not to mention, it would make the job easier). She would add lasers to their weapons whether they liked it or not. Samus has no tolerance for complaints. It's either she adds the lasers or they're not coming at all.

- One time during a battle, she used a Poke Ball and Deoxys came out. Thinking it was an evil alien, Samus started shooting at it. Becoming angry, Deoxys turned on her and Hyper Beamed her off the stage. She acted indifferent after she found out it was a Pokemon, but deep down, she was a little embarrassed. Sonic won't let her live it down, and neither will Deoxys.

- When winter comes, beware—she is amazing at snowball fights. She and the Ice Climbers will destroy everyone without hesitation.

- Samus always gets put on trash duty, but never complains about it. It’s a rare chance to get away from the mansion’s chaos, even if only for a few seconds.

- Surprisingly, she gets cold pretty easily. During the winter, especially when it’s snowing, she always wears at least four layers of jackets, two layers of pants, three pairs of socks, and heavy-duty boots. If the cold ends up bothering her, Snake will use this as an excuse to wrap an arm around her. Despite his experience in stealth, he is awful at being smooth. He thinks he's being sneaky about it, but he's really not. Samus just pretends not to notice to give him the satisfaction (honestly, she doesn’t mind it too much).

- Samus added a fire extinguisher to her suit just in case of emergency. As she’s said to the fighters, it’s better to be safe than sorry. That being said, if a fire does happen, she smothers it like crazy. Even if the fire is completely gone, she’ll spray it for a few more seconds to ensure that it doesn’t come back.

- Samus, Jigglypuff, Peach, and Daisy all have this thing called Smoothie Sunday. Every Sunday morning, they’ll make smoothies, perch up on the balcony, and talk about whatever comes to mind. No one is allowed to interrupt Smoothie Sunday, and if they do, Jigglypuff will not hesitate to slap them off the roof.

- Samus grew up with Chozo technology, so she's still figuring out how to use Earth tech. Snake is happy to help her out with it.

- She’s accidentally punched people more times than she can count. Unfortunately, Samus suffers from both PTSD and paranoia, so when she gets startled, her first instinct is to fight.

- She’s actually really good at tennis. Her skill rivals Mario’s. Samus, Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina are the ideal tennis squad, with Jigglypuff waving around pom-poms and cheering them on from the sidelines.

- She and Snake were watching an action movie together once, and Samus made the mistake of commenting that she found the lead guy attractive. Usually, she would never be so open about something like that, but she considered Snake a friend, so she just said it without thinking. Well, she learned not to say something like that again, because Snake became bitter for the rest of the night (he won’t admit it, but he got a little jealous).

- She loves watching old 90s cartoons. They remind her of her childhood. She makes references to them all the time and nobody understands them aside from Snake.

- Samus loves spicy food! She could probably eat a ghost pepper without having the slightest reaction. Whenever the spicy curry appears on stage, she gets super excited and will make a break for it. She’s given bruises to so many fighters because she just wanted spicy curry.

- Her favorite Song from the Smash soundtrack is the Brinstar theme from Melee. It's just a wicked cool song, in her opinion. She's mad that they cut it in half though, that kinda ruined her jam.

Note: I apologize for the lateness! I was pretty busy this week, but I promise I'll have next week's headcanons posted on time! Next up is Samus' evil counterpart, the dark Phazon creature.

#smash ultimate #ssbu #headcanons #samus aran #samus #ridley #fox #falco #donkey kong #peach #jigglypuff #toon link #wario #snake #ice climbers #daisy #mario #rosalina #brinstar

14 notes · View notes

salubriousbean · 7 months

Text

the salubrious bean

salutations and bonvenon! thanks for dropping by, I am the salubrious bean. I suck at interacting with people so if I seem weird maybe that's why. Also yea I usually mostly type how I speak stuff irl. My lucky number is 5 :)

Sometimes I declare things Salubrious and sometimes I forget I do that

"Let our hearts and hands be stretched out in compassion toward others, for everyone is walking his or her own difficult path." - Dieter F. Uchtdorf

I want this blog to be a safe space for everyone and I'll do my best to keep it that way! If something makes you uncomfortable please tell me and I will do my best to rectify it.

some links:

my pinterest account: https://pin.it/1NNV9VU3T

star wars rp blog with a clone trooper oc, go check it out! : @ct-7045 🫡

The 495th Division!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Fandoms I am in (in no particular order):

STAR WARS

EPIC: The Musical

LOTR

about every Brandon Sanderson book,

Urinetown (the musical)

Something Rotten!

Moon Knight

Bluey!

Curious George? (one of my fave childhood shows)

Gravity Falls

Ranger's Apprentice/Brotherband Chronicles

Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Wild Kratts

Octonauts

Amphibia

ATLA

Kim Possible

Roald Dahl books

other assorted fandoms

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

If you're ever bored or need someone to talk to please feel free to send an ask (or several) or dm me! You can fr spam me with asks 'cause i love them, just keep 'em appropriate. Feel free to tag me in reblog/picrew/etc chains! I find those really fun <3

Do not follow me if you are a NSFW/porn blog. If you have mature content like that but also other stuff you can follow me, but please please tag that stuff.

A post/reblog chain I found if you're having a bad day: https://www.tumblr.com/fiddlepickdouglas/644601820180840448/in-case-anyone-is-having-a-bad-night?source=share

Other stuff under the cut so this post isn't too kriffing long:

Other information about me: music nerd, I play piano and double bass. I also dance but that doesn't mean I have balance lol. I'm in my second year of pointe. also I like hoarding the cardboard tab thingies you rip off of tissue boxes (i have so many help /j). I also like trying to balance those Cadbury chocolate eggs so they're standing up.

Languages I am currently learning: ASL (American Sign Language), Esperanto (on Duolingo), and Italian (also on Duolingo)

✨MY PERSONAL TAGS✨ (I added colors bc I was bored) (they're all at the bottom of this post so you can click on them) (yea they are kinda redundant) (i just wanted tags that were uniquely mine) :

art: #salubriousbean art

writing: #salubriousbean writes

answering asks: #salubriousbean answers

posts I had in my queue: #salubriousbean queue (my queue is very random and extremely backed up oops)

polls: #salubriousbean poll

POSTS WITH MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WOOO: #salubriousbean oc

tags I might use again?:

music rambling: #salubriousbean talks about music

rambling posts about other stuff: #salubriousbean rambles

things I declare Salubrious (which in this case means I really really really love it): #IT HAS BEEN DECLARED SALUBRIOUS

25 followers: #salubriousbean 25 follower celebration

50 followers: #salubriousbean 50 follower celebration

talking about the Star Wars series The Acolyte: #salubriousbean talks about the Acolyte

What's In A Name? series (where I talk about why I gave my original characters their names)(yeah sorta pointless but idc): #what's in a name

posts I really relate to: #tis me

posts that aren't mine that I approve of: #salubriousbean approves 👍

other/random: #salubriousbean random

Huh, pretty self-explanatory tags I guess, I'll try an tag all of the posts I make

I use star wars swears but not actual real life ones 👍 those might be in reblogs tho so sorry bout that

I'll edit this masterpost as needed.

God is good. May the Force be with you. Always.

#salubriousbean random #salubriousbean art #salubriousbean writes #salubriousbean answers #salubriousbean queue #salubriousbean talks about music #salubriousbean oc #salubriousbean poll #salubriousbean rambles #IT HAS BEEN DECLARED SALUBRIOUS #salubriousbean masterpost #salubriousbean 25 follower celebration #salubriousbean talks about the Acolyte #what's in a name #salubriousbean approves 👍#salubriousbean 50 follower celebration

4 notes · View notes

strange-creature-222 · 1 year

Text

HELLO, WELCOME, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A SEAT? RELAX, GET COMFORTABLE, TAKE A SECOND IF YOU NEED TO

Here's my little blog site thingy, I'd recommend using it while viewing my blog, so the posts aren't annoying white blocks

Y'all can call me Creature, Archivist, or scourge , I go by it/they pronouns, as well as any neopronouns

MORE INFO BELOW [warnings, interests, tags, blinkies, and is that a playlist of songs I like?]

One: GENERAL WARNING FOR INSECTS, ARACHNIDS, AND OTHER CRITTERS IN THIS BLOG

I SHOULD ALSO ADD THAT IM REALLY INTERESTED IN JUST ABOUT ANY OTHER ANIMAL THAT PEOPLE FIND SCARY

Two: this is my only account, I don't have a side blog or art blog right now, if you specifically want to see my art you can use my art tag (tags listed below)

Three: I block freely so I'm not writing a big dni, don't interact if you fall under basic dni criteria (racists, pedos, nazis, etc. You know who you are), terfs don't interact (although I don't see why you decided to come here in the first place)

Four: WARNING FOR EYESTRAIN!!!! I LIKE BRIGHT COLORS!!!! Oh and eyes, A lot of eyes

I tend to avoid flashing lights, they don't cause me pain but they're really annoying

If I should start tagging stuff as warnings just ask <3 I might not be amazing at it but I'll try

SOME STUFF IM INTERESTED IN

Wings of fire*

Will wood*

Warrior cats*

Wander over yonder

Lemon demon*

Animaniacs

Ride the cyclone

Hamilton

The beetlejuice musical

The Jekyll and Hyde musical*

Tally hall

Miracle musical

Jack stauber

Lackadaisy

Gravity falls

Across the spider-verse

Birds (mainly birds of prey)

Sea Creatures

Bugs

animals that people find scary in general

Fossils

history

Space

Rats

My chemical romance*

The owl house

The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde*

The glass scientists*

The Magnus Archives*

A bunch of other things

*starred interests are ones I mainly post about*

MUSIC

MY TAGS

MY ART POSTS

#creature draws : this one has my art!

#creatures neon dragons : this one has some simple brightly colored sketches of dragons on a black background (im not sure I'm continuing this, all posts here are old)

#super cool art : other peoples art that I reblog

#creatures comic collection: comics that I reblog, I will still also put comics in the art tag

MY TEXT POSTS

#creatures ted-talks / #creatures ted talks : these have my text posts, stuff where I talk (I don't do so very often)

#creature answers : this one has my answers to asks and responses to tags

MY REBLOG STUFF

#creature rambles In someone else's post : self explanatory, I talk in someone else's post

#very important post (vip) : this one has posts I find important, nowadays I stick to things with helpful links

#creatures faves : posts I really like

#creatures faves² : posts I really really like

#creatures saved files : this one has things I want to save for later

#creatures saved files art edition : art tips and color palettes I wanna save

INTERESTS

#wee woo : will wood related stuff

#silly music people doing silly things : other musician related stuff (where you'll find lemon demon and mcr posts grouped together, yaaayy!!)

#casualdejekyll and formaldehyde : Jekyll and Hyde related stuff

#Normal British archives : The Magnus Archives related stuff

#wof of fire : wings of fire related stuff

#warrior kitty cats : warrior cats related stuff

(edit 2/20/24 THEY TOOK THE YELLOW TEXT AWAY WHAT THE FUCK)

Any now for a collection of blinkies and banners (credits in tags)

HERE'S MY PRONOUNS PAGE, THIS HAS MY NAMES, PRONOUNS, WHAT WORDS YOU SHOULD CALL ME, AND OTHER QUEER STUFF

#I recommend checking in here every once in a while because I update this post every so often (just check to see the latest update ↓)#Update 8/12/24 - added Scourge to list of names (idk why I didn't add it before). Added playlist. Changed the wording of some bits #First set of blinkies by murderofsomeone #Second set by Butterscotch-goat #Third set by radiotrophicfungi #fourth set (blinkers and stamps) by engravedlives #Ok I might try to find somewhere to throw these things because tumblrs limitations are making me wanna bite and claw #Spotify

9 notes · View notes

rainbowgod666 · 8 months

Text

PISSCLAIMER.

Now that i have your attention with the word "piss": below the cut is my fucking VENT POST. Yeah i made one of those, fucking fast upon the eternal proof that I Am Very Dumb.

I have fucking ASPERGERS. So take everything you read with this in mind. I may have brain problems but this is just a report so that people STFU about my mental health.

To future me: be aware that This Is Not A Place Of Honor. I know you will want to read this and i Hope to all the italian youtube pantheon that you fucking WONT unless you have rebuilt the strong mental walls we had before. Dont go near the Elephants Foot IRL. You are better than me. So you will understand. Fallo per te e per tutti noi. Fallo per la tua famiglia, per il tuo futuro, e per la tua salute.

AND FOR ALL THE FUCKS YOU OTHER PEOPLE CAN CARE ABOUT: USE THE ASK BOX TO ASK CHARACHTERS FROM BASICALLY EVERY POPULAR GAME EVER. THATS WHY I PUT IT!!!

Honestly i think i should stop using the 2 tags on this post (at least for my personal shit) because i need to close this once and for fucking all

All of this happened because i separated from my (then) girlfriend, one day then looked at the Qxir "codex gigas" video, looked at how he represented the devil telling the little monk how to make The Bigass Book and i thought "that hing has 2 tongues so hes probably a good kisser" realizing a second later that thats le foken devilé. Like holy shit. It was Genuinely Traumatic. The only abject terror i felt after that was almost a year ago and it was when i got stitches on my hand because i was careless playing on the beach.

When i kept having The Thoughts i was fucking TERRIFIED. And because it DID happen that they "went away" (only to come back later) i am still scared

Do you even know how fucking terrifying is looking at something and thinking something Really Bad? And dont you pull out the whole "brain cop" thing, cause in my case, it was a stitched together abomination in my brain made out of biblical creatures, mostly demons, who could not get out and started harming me. I dont give a tenth of a trillionth of a SHIT what You say i had to do.

I genuinely thought I had a brain tumor

So yeah. If youre wondering WHY am i so unhinged on the internet? Well thats because here is the ONLY PLACE LEFT where those pesky "consequences" and "responsibilities" wont subjugate me like the cringe equivalent of emperor nero (which btw, is apparently why the number "666" [before i came up as a kid and fucking STOLE IT] is associated with Very Big Bad Hell Shit).

I am still confused as to WHY did i suddendly become "religious to the point of legally being american". Will i ever find a thicc lively girl to kiss with tongue and to shower with love and affection? Fucking hopefully. Is all of this caused by stress? Possibly. How old am I right now?

NINE-FUCKING-TEEN

19.

#mental health #Lore Post #vent post #<- made one of those in a moment where i realized “i listened to a Z-Mixed fnf song how is THAT gonna make me think something and on that n-#-ote how and why the fuck would a THOUGHT send me to the deepest recess of hell. like wtf i dont deserve that. i have been told im a good p-#erson and i have reasons to believe that“ so yeah this is what autism DOES #and to any worried mother out there: vaccinate your child or they will damn you for all eternity. i know better than you and i SHOULDNT

1 note · View note

skymaiden32 · 2 years

Text

Mariana Trench

AO3 link here

Fandom: Stingray

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or write new stories)

Phones and Fisher go back to Lemoy.

------

The cacophony of noise was almost too much to bear. Phones shrank further in his seat, grateful that every question was directed at the Commander rather than at him, or anyone else for that matter. Fisher had an expression on his face that told Phones that the younger Lieutenant felt exactly the same way. Looking over at Atlanta just strengthened those feelings. She looked, for lack of a better expression, dead inside.

They all turned their attention back to Commander Shore, who had somehow managed to get the auditorium back to an acceptable volume. “Simmer down, everyone! I understand your concerns, but the last thing we want is to be divided. I will answer any questions you may have, one at a time…” The room was, finally, completely silent. “So, anyone?” He pointed to an officer in the back. “Yes?”

“Why would Captain Tempest have joined Titan?” The people around him agreed. “They hate each other.”

Shore sighed. “At this point, we are unsure of the exact reason.” He began. “However, it’s been over half a year since he was in our midst, and upon further discussion with Lieutenant Sheridan and Lieutenant Fisher, we have come to the conclusion that Captain Tempest may have been forced into Titan’s service. He may also be psychologically compromised or controlled in some way. Any more questions?” He looked around the room, eyes landing on someone up front. “Fire away.”

“Could you comment on the Captaincy of Stingray? Will Lieutenant Sheridan remain in command? Or will he step down, on account of his past friendship with Captain Tempest?”

Past friendship? Past? Phones resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he was still going to command Stingray! Troy was still his friend. He was still important to him. He always would be. Nothing, not even what had just been revealed, could possibly change that. He just hoped he was still important to Troy…

Commander Shore caught Phones’ eye, giving him a questioning glance. They hadn’t really discussed this yet, but they didn’t need to. Phones gave the older man a singular nod back, causing Shore to smirk slightly. “I can confirm that Lieutenant Sheridan is to remain in command of Stingray. This decision is final, and will not be changed unless Lieutenant Sheridan decides to leave the post of his own accord.” He added with a note of finality. “Any other questions?” You could’ve heard a pin drop. “No? In that case, you are all dismissed.”

------

Whispers of pity and betrayal followed him all the way up to the Control Tower to talk to the Commander.

“Can you believe it? Troy Tempest, an agent of Titan?”

“I never thought I’d see the day Troy would betray us…”

“Can we trust Phones?”

“Can we trust anybody?”

“Poor guy. He must feel awful about all this…”

They were all resolutely ignored, although Phones did breath a sigh of relief as he closed the door. Shore’s gruff voice immediately prompted him to turn around. “Good, you’re here.” Phones saluted, causing his superior to chuckle. “No need for that, Phones.” The Lieutenant put his hand down, noticing that Fisher and Atlanta were already in the room. Still no sign of Marina then… “Are you ready for your next mission, boys?”

Phones grinned, exchanging a look with Fisher. “Born ready, Commander.”

“Good. Come take a look at this.” He pointed at the large map on the other side of the room. “Aquaphibian sightings have increased exponentially since your last mission along various faultlines.” A variety of dots appeared on screen. “And according to WASP patrol crews, there are also more ships on the prowl around Titanica than ever before.” Phones hummed thoughtfully. “Titan is planning something, and it’s our job to stop it.”

“But, how?” Fisher raised an eyebrow. “If there are more Titanican patrol vessels, going straight to the city is more dangerous.”

“The increase in patrols is probably Troy’s doing…” Atlanta mused, prompting everyone in the room to freeze. “He was always saying security there was way too lax.” Her voice was harsh, but the sorrow there was hard to hide.

Commander Shore’s brow furrowed. “If getting to Titanica is a tall order, even for Stingray, it may be best for us to wait. Let Titan, and Troy, make the first move.” He sighed. “It’s risky, but it’s the only option we have...”

Phones’ eyes widened, remembering something. “Maybe not…” Shore gestured for him to continue. “Remember the Island of Lemoy? When we went there to investigate Troy’s disappearance, we found a comms system in the house.”

The Commander nodded. “I remember. You mentioned it was where you went for your psychiatric check-up. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Now that we know there’s a comm system there, and getting rid of me was one of his plans, the house was probably a base for one of Titan’s agents. And since we don’t have anyone stationed there…”

Fisher caught on immediately. “It might still be in use by whoever it belonged to! Even if it’s not, we might be able to find out more.”

“Alright.” Shore grinned. “It’s a long-shot, but it’s the only lead we have. Get to it boys.”

------

Stingray had been on the island for quite some time now. Phones shuddered involuntarily as he remembered what had happened the last time they were here. That was the last time he’d seen Troy. Until recently, at least. They knew from the start that the whole thing was a set up, but no-one could’ve guessed just how much heartbreak it would cause. He sighed as the duo made their way up to the house.

Fisher quickly picked up on his distress. “You okay? I know how badly you were shaken up last time you were here.”

The senior Lieutenant frowned. “It’s nothing compared to what happened on the mission to Titanica.” His face softened in an attempt to get Fisher to stop worrying about him. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Uh huh.” Fisher’s eyes narrowed. “Sure.”

“Seriously, I am.” The bushes rustled. “Wait a minute, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“I think I just heard something in those bushes.” He pointed to where the noise came from.

“I don’t see anything.” Fisher shrugged. “It might’ve been a rabbit or something. You sure you’re okay?”

Phones gave him a look. “I keep telling you. I’m fine.” He shook himself. “You’re probably right. It’s some kind of animal…” A few moments of silence passed before they turned back to the house in front of them. “Let’s do this.”

The door opened and shut behind them, causing the creature to breath a sigh of relief. “Captain, the Stingray crew are in the house. This has never happened while I was operating here before. What should I do?”

The voice on the other end of the line sighed. “I’m starting to see why the King has started losing faith in his men, X20. You’re all completely hopeless without guidance…” The surface agent watched as Captain Trench pinched the bridge of his nose. “No wonder you always lost.” He muttered under his breath, before frowning. “They cannot find those plans, under any circumstances.” He hummed. “But, then again, it may be beneficial for Stingray to stay on Lemoy considering…” A minute passed before his orders were given. “Do as you see fit. Do whatever you can to distract them, but don’t hurt them. Under any circumstances...”

“You don’t…” X20 paused. “You don’t still have some kind of loyalty to them, do you?”

Trench huffed. “No, any loyalty I had towards WASP died a long time ago. Commander Shore will send search parties if they go missing, and that means more WASP operatives in the house. That is the last thing we want…”

X20 saluted. “Understood. I’ll handle this.” He smirked.

“Don’t let me down, X20.”

“Not a chance, sir…”

------

Getting blindsided by the owner of the house was not what Phones was expecting today. Of course, they didn’t blame the poor man for yelling, after all they’d entered his home without permission. Yet, somehow they hadn’t been kicked out. As a matter of fact, they’d been welcomed with open arms. So here they were, sitting down and having a surprisingly pleasant conversation. If Phones was honest, this guy was lonely enough that he’d try to get along with anyone.

“And you’re sure there’s nothing,” Fisher hid a grimace, “weird about this place?”

“Oh, I’m quite sure.” The man sipped his coffee. “Nothing unusual here…”

Phones put his cup down, suspicious. “Well, then in that case, we’ll be off.” He attempted to get up, before the man stopped him.

“No, wait! I’m so lonely here, in this big house with no-one to talk to.” He gestured to the aquanauts in front of him. “You’re the only people I’ve seen in a long time, even if you did come in without me knowing. Please stay for just a little longer.”

Fisher looked at Phones. “Could we?”

Phones sighed. “No. We need to report back to base.” He looked at the strange man before him. The more he looked, the more he was certain of it. This was no human... “I’m very sorry, but we have to get home.” They stood up in tandem, making their way to the door. “Thank you for your hospitality, but…”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much choice about that, Lieutenant.” Bars slid up across the windows and the door with a clunk. Phones turned around just as the homeowner’s hand left the button on the table. He rose and went to stand between Phones and the door. Both aquanauts gasped when they saw who it was.

“Surface agent X20. I knew I smelled something fishy here.” Phones almost hissed.

Titan’s agent just chuckled darkly. “Thank you so much for offering yourselves up on a silver platter…” Just as Phones was about to say something else, his communicator flashed an urgent red. X20 smirked. “You better answer that, Sheridan.”

Phones shakily lifted the device up to his ear. “Yes, Commander Shore?”

The Commander’s voice was clear against the buzzing Phones could hear in his head. “Titan’s just unleashed an attack on Pacifica!” The Lieutenant’s head was suddenly clear again.

“What?” He threw a glare X20’s way. He’d kept them distracted while Titan went in for the kill against WASP’s greatest undersea ally.

“We need Stingray here, now!”

Phones flinched when X20 got right up in his face, causing Fisher to bristle. The agent grabbed a hold of the comms unit and yanked it out of Phones’ grasp. “I’m sorry, there’s going to be a bit of a hold-up…”

Shore gasped, realising who’s voice it was almost immediately. “You-” Before he could finish that sentence, the device was promptly crushed under X20’s heel.

“Oops…” The agent smirked. “Good luck finding someone to get you out now…”

Phones and Fisher exchanged a worried look as X20 walked out the room, locking the door behind him. Their friends were in danger, and they were trapped.

#stingray #stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #george lee 'phones' sheridan #commander sam shore #lieutenant fisher #atlanta shore #surface agent x20 #troy tempest #captain trench #sky writes stuff

6 notes · View notes

rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

Text

EIGHTEEN, CRAZY (Part III/?)

"Concerning Dates And Rumors II"

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst— and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: mostly fluff/fake dating

Tags:

Eighteen, crazy: @greetings-and-salutations

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to drugs, mild violence (Eddie my love I'm sorry), slut shaming

A/N: omg would you look at that? I'm actually updating this fic series. Next in line is a request, then probably the next part of this series, and then a new multipart starts. Enjoy while I go deeper into the Eddie rabbit hole my darlings <3

Prologue Part I Part II part IV

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Unsurprisingly, no attention was paid to Mr. Osman's English class, nor to Mr. Mundy's math class. As easy as it had been been to push the rumors to the back of my head, a single thought made my anxiety cripple.

People believe Eddie had punched Lewenski was bad.

It was just bad.

There were certain people who eagerly awaited for a reason to go after Eddie Munson, that was no secret.

So far, I —like many others— had simply turned a blind eye to that treatment, but this time I wouldn't be able to. I was not only actively involved in the situation; it would be entirely on me if someone decided to do anything to Eddie as some kind of vendetta regarding the previous Friday evening.

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of our cherished lunch break, and, most importantly, giving my friends the cue to torment me with questions.

"Stop." I raised my hand at them once the three surrounded me on our way out of Mr. Mundy's classroom.

"We didn't say anything!" Linda complained, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You were about to!" I snapped, spinning my head to her fast enough to give me whiplash.

"We just wanna know the truth behind all the gossip." Lizzy, who walked at the far left of our group, bent forward in order to meet my gaze.

I sighed, accommodating the books against my chest. "Okay so, he drove me to the arcade. We got a couple of weird looks but we had a good time." I pursed my lips, remembering our date.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"And when's that test?" I questioned distractedly, sparing Eddie a glance. We had settled for a lonely coin-op machine at the far end of the Arcade. That way, we had our privacy as well as a good look of the scene taking place at the games room.

"Tuesday," he responded, playing with the chains on his denim jeans in an absentminded manner. "but we can study on Monday."

"You know?" I stood upright to take a better look at him. "that's why you need tutoring."

Raising his eyebrows, he lightheartedly mocked my voice. "'You know? that's why you need tutoring'. Okay, mother." I stuck my tongue out to him, which earned my shoulder a soft shove. "Stop talking about school and focus on the game."

"I suck at the game, in case you didn't notice."

"May I?"

Eddie pushed himself off the cabinet's side while I took a step back, motioning at the console with both hands for him to take my spot.

"Actually," he began, choosing to reach his hands out for mine instead of for the controllers. "Let's kill two birds in one stone."

"How?" Though my inquiry held hesitation, I let myself be led back to the front of the machine.

I prayed for Eddie not to notice the way my shoulders tensed up when he, letting go of me, circled my form to stand right behind me, his forearms nonchalantly caging me once he took the joystick in one hand and laid the other's index finger over of the buttons.

"Is this okay?" He whispered near my ear, chin resting atop of my shoulder.

"Yup." I popped the 'P', leaning back on him with folded arms in order to give him further confirmation.

"Okay so, you can't just go around like a headless chicken." He began to explain, expertise digits managing the controllers. "You wanna look where the hell these little guys are going before actually turning. Look—" He pointed at the bottom right corner of the screen. "See this little tunnels, you're gonna wanna look for them."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Then... Well, then everything kinda started to go south." I explained my attentive friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"See?" The front of Eddie's right shoulder playfully bumped my shoulder blade. Even though it was now I who was playing the game, he had remained hovering over me; it was obviously for show, but I found it oddly comforting. "Not that complicated. Leftleftleft— shit."

"Ugh!" I slammed the machine, throwing my head back in frustration.

"Woah!" His words thrummed in his chest, and were quickly followed by an surprised chuckle. "Let's try another game before you smash this one, shall we?" Eddie joked, taking a featherlight hold of my hip before propelling us both away from the cabinet. "I think you're gonna like—"

"Hey, Y/n." Eddie fell awfully silent when a boy wearing the signature Hawkins High basketball team bomber cut through the crowd to stand in our way. "Is this creep bothering you?"

After giving the boy a bewildered look, a single breathy chuckle fell from my lips "Do I know you?"

The boy looked offended for a second. "I'm Patrick McKinney. We're neighbors." When I turned to check Eddie's face and I saw his head casted down, I knew it was time to get moving.

"Alright Patrick," clearing my throat, I tapped Eddie's hand, still hanging on my side, and proceeded to move the junior out of the way. "thanks for your concerns but I'm good."

"Did he give you... anything?" He inquired, way too loud for anyone's liking but his.

"I might just ask him to do so, 'cause you're kinda giving me a headache." I spat, hooking my arm under Eddie's and leading him to the Arcade's entrance.

"That's gonna get you in trouble." Eddie pointed out, tilting his chin down for me to hear his words.

"I hope so." Only once we were crossing the establishment's front door, I let go of Eddie. "I think that's enough for tonight, though."

"Yeah, me too." The metalhead, who had been so unusually taciturn since Patrick approached us, began to loosen up, coming back to his usual self. "Sooo... Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah!" I instantly replied, a beam tugging the corners of my mouth as we walked to his van. "It was a great 'first date'." I accompanied the two last words with quotation marks.

Eddie's face lit up with a proud grin, which soon turned into a grimace when someone called his name from somewhere on the sidewalk we had just left behind.

"Wait up, Munson!" Mike Lewenski appeared jogging into our line of vision, moving to stand face to face with Eddie. "You got anything?"

"Not today, man." The long haired boy responded in a careful tone, his brown eyes searching for our mean of transport over Lewenski's shoulder.

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure you got something." The senior insisted, stepping backwards instead of moving out of the way once me and Eddie resumed our walk.

It was only then that my presence seemed to dawn on him, dangerous eyes squinted at me with his chin tilted. "Y/I/n. How come you're out and about?"

"I felt like it." I simply muttered. Something about Lewenski had always made me uneasy; the less contact I had with him, the better.

"You cleaned up good, huh?" He commented, blatantly ogling me, which pushed me to lean closer to Eddie for some kind of safety. "Wait. Is this, like, a date or something?"

Silence.

"Damn! That's how desperate you are?" He sneered. "You could've asked me."

Eddie and I shared a brief half annoyed, half concerned glance. "Okay, man, move." My so-called date requested, his right hand traveling to the small of my back while the left one dug into his pocket for the van's keys. "I'm taking the lady home."

Mike did, indeed, move, but not as it had been requested; he had taken a step forward, nearly bumping into Eddie. Whatever fear I might have had was beginning to be substituted by irritation at the boy's behavior.

Apparently, his actions had a similar effect on Eddie; with an unintelligible string of curses falling from his lips, the metalhead used his left hand to take a fistful of Lewenski's jacket and shove him aside, making him stumble to the side.

We both silently agreed on taking off to the van as fast as we could without making it seem like we were running away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"okay, yeah, he didn't punch him," Lizzy started, almost disappointed. "But technically—"

"No, he did not punch him. Period." I emphasized the negative in my statement, raising a menacing index finger at my friend without stopping to look at her. "Stop talking about that."

"You think it's gonna give him trouble?" George's concerned voice was low; he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Y'know, we should check on him after lunch." He suggested, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Yeah." I nodded in agreement, squeezing the books out of anxiety.

"Unless... you wanna go check on him now?"

"What are you two whispering about?" Linda, who had been left behind with Liz, scuttled to fall into step with us two. "Wanna share with the class?"

"Uhm—"

"Y/n wanted to check something." George jumped in before I could voice my concern. "Why don't you two go grab a seat?" He suggested, tugging my sleeve to walk past the cafeteria entrance. "We'll be right back!"

"You have any idea of where we're going?" I questioned, once we had put some distance between our confused friends.

"I'm... Looking for one of them..." George informed me, skimming the halls with watchful eyes. "The D&D club guys."

"Good call." I began mirroring George's actions once we turned a corner. It was difficult to recognize a face you never paid attention to, but with any luck, one of them would be wearing that weird shirt. "Maybe we should—"

Slam!

My head instinctively snapped in the loud hit's direction, searching for the originator of it, but George saw it first. "Y/n." He yanked my blouse, pointing at certain long-haired lanky boy dressed in black who was being pinned to a locker by none other than Tommy H.

"HEY!"

"Y/n wait—"

Managing to escape George's protective grasp, I made my way past the crowd gathering around the two seniors. My heart missed a beat when I began to catch on Tommy's words.

"—can't go punching good people around," he gave Eddie a firm shake, making his head hit the rusty brass again. "you fucking freak, you think you'd get away with it, huh?"

Eddie's eyes and mouth were shut, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to hold back and not hit the boy who had him by the collar, or if he was genuinely scared.

"Get off him!" I took a strong hold of the younger senior's arm and yanked him back so he would face me. "What the fuck's wrong with you, Hagan?!"

"And you!" Tommy pointed an accusing finger at me. "You were the bitch who was with him last Friday!"

"Watch your mouth, asshole!" Eddie yelled earning himself another slam against the lockers on Tommy's part, who's gaze stayed fixed on me.

"Little Miss Perfect's not perfect at all, huh? Hanging out with the freak," He taunted me. "Turns out she's just another easy slut!"

I didn't give my actions much thought before slapping Tommy across the face, making the whole hall go silent. "Shut up," I warned with a rage I didn't know I could feel. "or I'll shove my heel so far up your ass that you'll have to go through surgery to get it out."

"You are threatening me?" He retorted, pushing me back hard enough for me to stumble.

"Mr. Hagan!" Ms. Kelley, guided by George, struggled to get to us, but soon enough she was taking Tommy with her to the principal's office.

Just like the ruckus had started, it came to an end.

"Jesus fuck..." Eddie groaned, crouching to grab his bag, lying on the cold floor after being forcefully discarded and emptied on the hall.

"I'm so sorry." Taking a quick step to Eddie, I blurted out the very much needed apology before anything else could come to my mind.

"You know what that was about?" He questioned, looking up from the ground.

"Someone's spreading the rumor that you... punched Lewenski at the arcade." I explained, kneeling down and placing my books on the floor in order to help him put his things back into his backpack. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I literally found out this morning."

"To be fair," once everything was back into his bag, his eyes locked with mines. "He's just coooonstantly looking for dumb reasons to come at me. Plus," with a grunt, he got back up again, pulling his bag with him. "You wanted rumors right?"

"Yeah, but not rumors that cause you problems." I clarified, picking up my books and taking the ringed hand Eddie was offering me to aid me stand up.

"Listen, Y/n," after taking a quick peek around us, Eddie threw the bag's strap over his shoulder and stepped closer, towering over me. "First off, I really don't care. And second, we got a deal and I'm committed, alright?"

"Alright." I whispered back, trying my best not to blush at the deliberate proximity.

"Speaking of which," he finally stepped back, letting me release a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It's your turn to hold up your side of the bargain." Doing a half turn, he reached out for me to intertwin my fingers with him before he started walking, which I did.

"We can meet right after class." I suggested, letting our hands swing as we walked. It felt oddly natural, which freaked me out a little bit. "Either at the bleachers or, I don't know, the library?"

"You know that picnic table that's in the middle of the woods?" He questioned, turning the corner in the cafeteria's direction.

"Uh... The one past the football field?" He gave me a nod. "Yeah, I know where that is."

"Okay then, I'll meet you there after last period." He slowed down once we crossed the entrance and, instead of letting go of my hand, he spun to face me and bent over to place a kiss on the back of my hand, making my tummy flutter. "Enjoy your lunch, m'lady."

I could only respond with a quiet 'you too' I doubted he was able to catch while he took off to the pariahs' table.

Half of the eyes in the cafeteria were focused on my frozen frame, but I barely registered it; Eddie's hand kiss had once again shut my senses down.

God, what the hell had I gotten myself into?

74 notes · View notes

gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

Text

Request: Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and having a crush on Iroh II

Tags: @tincdraws

Growing up as the daughter of Lin Beifong metal and earth bending were your whole life. You learnt to earth bend by the time you could walk and your mother had you in training from a young age so you graduated from the earth bending school at the top of your class with your eyes firmly set on following in your mother’s footsteps whilst also trying to emulate your grandmother’s success. You had a sharp focus and nothing else really caught your attention. You had friends but training came first and dating seemed something superficial you could live without. Republic city was your life and you would never dream of leaving it but your mother had other ideas.

Your mother thought you needed more worldly experience before you joined the police force so she sent you to the fire nation to gain some training as an officer. She claimed the fire nation had some of the best officers in the world and that they would help you learn invaluable real-life experience. You did not agree and protested the whole thing. All your training had revolved around the needs of Republic City specifically and you couldn’t see how you’d learn anything new about how to protect your city by travelling all the way to fire nation but your mother refused to change her mind and that was that.

So you were shipped off to the fire nation fresh out of the academy. Your mother had spoken to Firelord Izumi and it was agreed you’d be staying at the palace so not only would you be unfamiliar with the environment, you’d be in a place where every small look, word or action had large consequences. You didn’t know much about the fire nation and couldn’t really recall the royal family. You were aware your grandmother was very close with the late Firelord Zuko but since then things had changed. Although your grandmother’s friends (mainly Katara) had tried to keep the group close it was hard with everyone scattered across the four nations and so with each generation the group had drifted further and further apart. You knew Firelord Izumi had a daughter older than you and a son around your age called Iroh. You recalled meeting Iroh when you were younger at some event in the south pole but couldn’t remember much more than a serious fire nation child. So you arrived on the steps of the palace utterly out of your depth determined to see these three months through so you could return to your beloved city. You were shown into the palace immediately, your belongings taken by maids who refused to let you carry them yourself as you were a royal guest. You weren’t used to finery so proceeded through the palace partly in awe and partly in utter confusion why someone needed this many paintings of old men everywhere. You were finally shown into a large room. “Ah you must be y/n Beifong” a voice called and you turned to see someone who looked vaguely familiar. You knew he wasn’t Firelord Zuko or Firelord Izumi’s husband as he was too young so figured by his royal outfit this was Izumi’s second child the prince. “Prince Iroh, it’s an honour to see you again” you said bowing and he chuckled “I bet you thought that would be a winning line with any fire nation citizen didn’t you? Because we’re still all obsessed with honour like we were centuries ago?” Iroh asked and you hesitated. “If I caused any offence...” you started but Iroh cut you off breaking out in a large smile “no I was only kidding, it is a winning line we are still obsessed with honour”. You watched as Iroh laughed at his own joke surprised, you didn’t expect the prince of the fire nation to be like this. You figured royalty lacked the ability or the clearance to have a sense of humour but apparently not. “So have I really not changed since we were eight?” Iroh asked and when you frowned he elaborated “you recognised me but the last time we met was just over ten years ago”. You paused “ow no I didn’t actually recognise you, you were young, dressed in fine clothes with royal hairpins, not to mention you’re in the palace...you had to be the prince”. “Good deductions officer” Iroh said saluting you before he grinned “i’m in training too”. That piqued your interest “really? for the fire nation army?”. He nodded “yep! I’m an officer but my hope is to be general one day and to fully earn it, rather than just get it because of who my family is...hopefully in a few years i’ll get there”. “I’m sure you will” you agreed and Iroh led you into a large dining room. “Are we dining alone?” you asked confused and Iroh smirked. “Why? Not pleased with me?” he asked and you rushed to assure him that wasn’t the case when he laughed again “I’m joking again y/n, I know my grandfather told you the whole family would be dining with you in his letter to your mother but he, my parents and sister were all called away to an urgent matter and asked me to fill in as we’re similar ages”. “Ow” you nodded “that makes sense...is everything okay?”. Iroh nodded “everything’s fine just boring fire nation stuff...so shall we?” he asked holding out his arm to you. You weren’t sure if this was appropriate so averted your eyes and only took his arm lightly. Iroh smirked at your caution and led you into the room.

The meal with Iroh was nice. He was friendly, hard-working and interesting. You soon got used to his humour and learnt not to take him too seriously. You hadn’t met many other people your age who shared your passion for a military career and found it was nice, a sentiment Iroh apparently shared. He enquired what you were doing the rest of the week and when you replied nothing as training didn’t start for another week he soon had several of your days planned out with fire nation sights to show you. Iroh seemed to understand you didn’t know much about the fire nation so planned to take you to all the important sites as well as areas relevant to the army to peak both your interests. You enjoyed the prince’s tours greatly and even when training did start you continued meeting with Iroh regularly. You liked his company and were surprised that didn’t fade the more time you spent with him, if anything it grew more and more. You thought he’d be a spoilt entitled prince but he was kind and considerate pleasantly surprising you.

You didn’t become aware that you liked Iroh as anything more until one of your friends at the academy pointed it out. Since starting training you were progressing well, you achieved high grades and were held in high esteem by your fellow recruits. You had made some friends and often trained with them after the academy retired for the day. After a long training session you were heading to the palace when one of your friends called out to you “hey y/n some of us were going into town to celebrate our class’s good progress, do you want to come?”. You smiled pleased they wanted you to come when you remembered you couldn’t go “I’d love to Shani but sorry I can’t I have plans”. “Of course you do” she smirked as your other friend Aizori grinned “is it with Iroh by any chance”. “Actually it is” you said frowning at their shared look “why?”. “Ow nothing just it’s not every day your friend is dating the crowned prince”. “Me and Iroh are not dating!” you cried “our families are old friends that’s all”. “Uh...hu, if that’s true then what are your plans together may we ask?”. “We’re attending a party at the palace”. “Together?” Shani asked and you blushed “yes but he only asked me because it’s a formal event that’s apparently really boring so he wanted a friend there, trust me we’re not dating”. “But how can you resist?” Aizori asked “I’ve only seen the prince a handful of times but he seems to get better looking every single time! How don’t you get lost in those golden eyes and that chiselled jaw? The royal family has some amazing genes not even a Beifong can resist”. You paused considering it. For you looks weren’t very important so you didn’t tend to notice them. You held work ethic and determination as much higher priorities and Iroh scored very highly in both but in looks...you honestly couldn’t say. “I’m not sure I’ve noticed” you admitted and the girls rolled their eyes not believing you.

When you arrived back at the palace your friend’s words were ringing in your head and when you next saw Iroh something felt different. You took note of his looks and were surprised by what you’d found. Iroh was attractive, very attractive, how had you missed that? You stared at Iroh wondering if his eyes had always been that bright? Was his jaw always that sharp? His hair that good regularly when he frowned “why are you staring at me?”. “Nothing” you cried and he paused before shrugging “Are you ready to go?” he asked “the party has already started” offering you his arm. You nodded and took it cautiously following Iroh into the ballroom.

You could see why Iroh had wanted to invite you, everyone in the room was at least 60 years old or some stiff nobel person from an ancient line of fire nation families. All they seemed to want to discuss was old family bloodlines, territories or ancient traditions. After your fifth boring ambush by some old fire nation man Iroh pointedly headed for the gardens. You frowned as he exited discreetly, closing the door behind him, and headed away from the hall. “Iroh I’m pretty sure the party is inside” you commented and Iroh grinned “I know but I can’t take another second in there so humour me? One lap of the gardens then we’ll head back, please? I know you haven’t seen them properly yet so how about a tour?” Iroh holding out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but took his hand happily.

Iroh led you around the gardens explaining the different flora to you and their history. “I spent so many parties hiding in here as a kid” he grinned “this place is so huge they couldn’t find me for hours”. You smiled at the thought “my mother would’ve killed me if I did that”. “Mine did” Iroh chuckled “but I’d honestly rather face her wrath than some boring commander who wants to lecture me about our family’s history and why it’s so important...they’re literally my own family and even I don’t care” Iroh cried making you smile. “I see why you escaped out here so often, I’m very grateful formal parties were not a part of my childhood”. Iroh smiled and went to comment when the smile was wiped from his face and he grabbed you, quickly pushing you behind a large fern. “Iroh what are you...”. “Shhh they’ve come for us” he hissed and you frowned when you heard a voice. “Prince Iroh?” a man you recognised as the palace coordinator called “Are you out here? You’re needed inside”. You smirked and Iroh rolled his eyes “they’re relentless”. “Master Iroh if you’re out there please return to the ballroom, your mother’s orders”. There was silence and then the sound of the butler coming closer. Your eyes widened and Iroh put a hand over your mouth pushing you further into the bushes. “Prince Iroh?” a voice called literally right beside you and Iroh smirked as you grabbed his arm in surprise. You heard a sigh and the sound of the man retreating. When the footsteps died away Iroh dropped his hold on you and you both burst into laughter. “I thought we were going to be caught and then royally punished...literally” you added and Iroh smirked “I wouldn’t let them punish you, it’s not your fault I dragged you out here”. “True but I didn’t try hard to stop you”. “You did encourage me” Iroh nodded thinking “okay it’s all your fault”. You gaped laughing “I never said that! You are such a liar” you cried pushing him and Iroh laughed grabbing your arm “okay okay maybe we share the blame 50:50?”. “No way” you smiled and Iroh paused “60:40?”. “I think 90:10?” you said grinning and Iroh sighed “fine, i’ll take 10% of the blame”. You shook your head at how wonderfully infuriating he was and smiled at him fondly. Iroh grinned back and you realised suddenly how close his face was to yours. Iroh seemed to notice too, he glanced down at your lips and you panicked moving away from him suddenly. There was an awkward tension in the air and you broke it with a cough “so want to show me more of the gardens then?”. Iroh nodded “right this way my lady” the awkwardness gone and led you further into the garden.

When you were safely hidden from the ballroom Iroh stopped walking, explaining this was one of his favourite spots in the whole garden and you gratefully took a break sitting down. “I can’t believe you’ve already been here a month” Iroh commented and you nodded “I know only 2 more to go then my mandatory 3 months work experience is done”. Iroh frowned “mandatory...so you could stay longer if you wanted to?”. “Hypothetically” you agreed and Iroh hesitated “do you think you’d extend it? Hypothetically?”. You paused “I’m not sure, I have enjoyed the fire nation far more than I thought I would but I’ve always wanted to complete my training as quickly as possible, I hope to be chief of police one day and I’ll need many years of service for that...”. Iroh frowned “isn’t the youngest chief like 41?”. You nodded “yeah so i’ve got time I guess, maybe i’ll stay for longer...is this just so you have someone to skirt your royal duties with?”. Iroh laughed “maybe...I like you being here, it’s nice not being the only person under 30 in every room”. You smiled “well i’m glad my presence isn’t displeasing to you...you’ve been pleasant as well” you added blushing and Iroh grinned. “Wait did I make a Beifong blush? That’s like a legendary occurrence, this is amazing!”. “Stop it” you cried but Iroh wouldn’t let you turn away “no, this will go down in history, Beifong blushes are rarer than dragons so I’m soaking up every second”. For the second time that day Iroh stared at you closely and you blushed more under his gaze but this time you didn’t move away. Iroh continued gazing at you before he lightly moved his hand to your cheek “y/n...” he said softly leaning in closer when a figure appeared. “There you are!” a voice cried and you both jumped away from one another. Your jaw dropped when you realised who it was and you dropped into a bow “Firelord Izumi...i’m so sorry I didn’t see you approach”. “Rise child you did nothing wrong” she said warmly “my son on the other hand...” she trailed off glancing at Iroh who paled. “Hey mom” he frowned and she raised an eyebrow “really? That’s all you have to say? No apology or grovelling”. “Erm I’m sorry for ditching?” Iroh offered and Izumi sighed. “Y/n would you please excuse us, I want to have a word with my son”. “Of course” you agreed bowing and you rushed away.

Iroh returned not long after with his mother and told you he had to stay in the ballroom for the rest of the party. You agreed to stay with him and he smiled gratefully at you making you blush and look away rapidly. The night passed and neither you nor Iroh spoke about what happened in the garden. How he’d almost kissed you and how you were going to let him. You couldn’t believe your own recklessness. What good did you think would come out of kissing the prince of the fire nation? You were obviously not an appropriate match and so there was nothing to be encouraged there. You resolved to never find yourself in that situation again and decided to just stay as friends no matter how much you got along or how attractive he was. Getting involved with a fire nation prince was not responsible behaviour. So after that night you made sure to put distance between you and Iroh. You didn’t stop seeing him you just made sure to emphasise it was a friendship. You didn’t let yourself get caught up in him the way you had in the gardens and always kept a level head. Iroh never tried anything or mentioned that night either and you supposed he picked up on your not so subtle hints. You carried on as before but there was definitely an unmentioned barrier between you which you never let fade.

You left the fire nation 2 months later. You didn’t extend your stay as with your feelings for Iroh you didn’t think it would be wise. Iroh saw you off and hugged you tightly before you got onto the airship. “It’s been nice having you around Beifong, I’ll miss you”. Iroh’s words made you hesitate and you hugged him tighter. For that time in Iroh’s arms you imagined what would have happened if you’d kissed him in the gardens that night. Iroh didn’t strike you as someone who flitted from person to person taking what he wanted, you think if he wanted to kiss you he must have felt something for you too and perhaps would have suggested dating. You imagined all the things you’d have done together but as a couple and wondered if you’d made a mistake, maybe you should have just gone for it? But then reality set in. If you really wanted to be chief of police then you couldn’t have short relationships with high ranking members of the fire nation. Other candidates could use it to show you had compromised morals and there was no way it would be a long term relationship due to your lack of fire nation heritage. Sure the fire nation was pretty progressive but that didn’t really apply to royalty. They had thousand-year-old traditions to uphold that couldn’t be broken easily so Iroh was never a long term option for you. Therefore all logical signs said you’d done the correct thing not persuing something with him...so why did it feel so shit? You finally pulled away from Iroh and he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked and you shook your head looking away “nothing i’ll just miss it here...promise you’ll keep in touch?”. “Cross my heart” Iroh smiled “you’re not someone I intend to let slip away, expect a visit every time I come to republic city”. You pushed away the rational voice in your mind telling you to keep a distance from him and smiled “you’ll always be welcome and I’m very much looking forward to it”. Iroh blushed “thank you y/n” and you nodded back, just looking at him in admiration before catching yourself. “I should go...” and Iroh nodded “safe travels” and with a final look you walked away.

2 years later

After your departure you and Iroh stayed in regular contact and your letters only halted when he was deployed by the military but the second we was out he would write and arrange to come visit you in Republic City. You still thought about him and your feelings for him regularly and every time you saw him you knew your crush hadn’t lessened. You loved Iroh’s visits and soon they became the thing you cherished most. You told yourself all of this was fine because you’d never act on your feelings but sometimes you wondered if Iroh felt something too? You’d catch him staring at you or he’d blush if you smiled at him in a certain way. The very idea of Iroh liking you made you very excited but you also knew it would only lead to heartache. He wouldn’t be allowed to settle down with someone outside the fire nation so it didn’t matter if he liked you too. So you settled for his friendship which was more than enough for you. When Iroh was posted in republic city when he became general you were thrilled and you only continued to grow closer.

However republic city wasn’t as peaceful. There had been multiple attacks on the city from Amon’s chi blockers to Vaatu’s take over and you and Iroh were constantly pushed into the fray. Multiple times you’d faced staggering odds and every single time you wondered if you should confess your feelings to Iroh in case the unthinkable happened but every time you chickened out. You and Iroh had been safe every time but there was only so much you could push your luck.

You’d been wary of Kuvira’s take over of the earth kingdom from the very start. Your aunt Su Yin had told you all about her so you weren’t surprised when she set her sights on Republic City but that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified. The avatar and her friends informed you what you were facing and you weren’t sure how you could even think about facing a giant mecha suit with spirit cannons. Iroh shared your sentiment but as general of Republic City’s army he was forced by President Raiko to lead his troops out there. Watching Iroh take to the front line you were swept with the desire once again to be honest with him, to tell him how you felt before it was too late. You decided three was too many times to chance it and so decided to finally tell him how you felt. You made your way to the general’s tent and found Iroh with Korra discussing strategies. You greeted them both warmly before making your way to Iroh’s side “could we please talk? I have something to tell you”. You knew Iroh had a hundred things to do but he nodded warmly squeezing your hand “of course just give me one second to...” when the radio sprang into action. President Raiko had surendering to Kuvira’s demands. Republic City was hers.

The avatar was furious and you matched her sentiment. You and Iroh joined her as she met with other leaders in the city like Tenzin and your mother and they all agreed something had to be done to stop Kuvira. A plan was quickly assembled, it was agreed that airbenders would attack the suit from the sky and earth benders would attack from the ground. You didn’t actually expect to damage the suit, you only had to distract Kuvira long enough for Korra to get inside. You were agreeing fervently getting ready to leave with your cousins when Iroh grabbed your arm. “Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” he asked nervously “that mecha suit is dangerous there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stop it”. I know but it’s my home, I swore to protect it and I won’t break my oath. I have to try and help”. Iroh sighed thinking and you watched him wondering what he’d say. “I understand why you’re doing it and I want to come too”. You paused pleasantly surprised “You do...but I thought President Raiko told you to retreat and surrender?”. “He told me to surrender the army not that I couldn’t personally engage in fighting, i’m not fighting as a general but as plain old Iroh” he announced proudly and you smiled “there’s nothing plain about you even without your titles”. Iroh beamed at you “Does this mean you agree? We can fight this giant together!”. You nodded your head “okay let’s go meet up with the others”.

You and Iroh rushed after the others and found them all suiting up. “Finally” your mother said spotting you but she frowned when she saw Iroh with you “y/n tell me you didn’t bring the general who is also the prince of the fire nation into this”. “She didn’t, I volunteered” Iroh spoke up “I’m not here as a general or as a prince but as a civilian so, where can I help?”. “You know your mother won’t like this” Tenzin commented and Iroh nodded “I know but some things are worth facing her wrath for” he said shooting you a smile and you blushed.

So it was agreed Iroh would stay. Your mother thought it would be best to place him on the roof with the airbenders, she ordered him to shoot lightning at the joints to try and cause some malfunctioning. When you’d all suited up the teams said their goodbyes and Iroh appeared in front of you. You didn’t have long, Kuvira’s giant suit was already in view and the ground shook whenever it took a single step. Iroh stared at you and sighed heavily “Y/n...”. “Don’t say it like that, we don’t have time and we’re both going to be fine okay?” you said faking a smile but Iroh saw right through it. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”. You froze caught off guard and blushed “I...I just wanted to...it doesn’t matter”. The ground jumped and Iroh looked at it nervously before stepping closer to you “I think I can guess what you were going to say”. “You can?” you asked nervously and Iroh smiled “yeah...you had another Beifong blush moment and I’ve noticed you do them around me a lot”. You went bright red and Iroh chuckled “yeah like that...”. You looked down embarrassed but Iroh took your hand gently “don’t, I blush a lot around you too”. You smiled blushing more and Iroh chuckled softly. “Y/n are you ready?” your mom asked and Iroh gripped your hand tightly. “Wait I want to tell you everything before you leave” Iroh cried but you squeezed his hand gently. “It’ll be okay” you smiled “you can tell me everything later and I think I can guess too”. Iroh grinned blushing “later then...just got to get through this”. “We’ll be fine, this is what he trained for” you smiled confidently “I promise I’ll see you on the other side”. Iroh nodded and stared at your lips, he went to move in when your mother called “y/n are you coming or are we leaving you behind”. “I’m coming!” you yelled and stepped away from Iroh “mothers” you commented and he smiled “go, i’ll see you after” and with a last look you both rushed off to your assigned group.

The battle

The fight went about as good as could be expected. The suit swatted the air benders away like flies and your group’s earth, metal and even lava bending barely slowed it down. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the avatar and her team managed to find a way into that thing and your team cheered when you saw she’d done just that. Now the fight was Korra’s so you let your guard down when suddenly the machine began malfunctioning. Your mother yelled for you all to take cover but you were too far away from the building. The suit exploded with a blast and you saw a blinding light and then black.

After the suit exploded everyone assumed the battle won. Half the air benders went after Korra to help her with Kuvira and the other half went to the ground to make sure the others were okay, of course Iroh went with the latter. He saw Bolin, your aunt and cousins but no sign of you or your mother. They told him they were all searching for you and he rushed to join in. With each street he passed his heart began to sink when finally he spotted you! In the arms of your mother unconscious. Iroh ran forward dropping to his knees beside you. “What happened?” he cried and your mother clutched you desperately “that thing exploded and she was too far to get into cover, it hit her sending her flying through the street and now she’s...she’s...”. Iroh saw the blood seeping through your mother’s hands where she held them against you. “No” he said viciously “y/n won’t...she can’t! We need a medic” he yelled loudly before taking off his jacket to wrap around your wound. “Maybe I can cauterise the wound?” he asked “seal it to stop her losing so much blood?”. Lin paused “I think the wounds too big but it’s worth a shot”. Iroh nodded and Lin lifted the bottom of your uniform. Iroh saw a large gash across your stomach and winced. He lit his hand on fire and pressed his hands against the wound. You gasped suddenly and your eyes shot open. “Y/n” your mother and Iroh cried in unison and you blinked trying to make sense of the situation before you groaned in pain. You tensed trying to get away from the burning but your mother held onto you “please y/n just hang on Iroh is trying to cauterise your wound”. “It’s not working” you grimaced resisting the urge to scream “Iroh stop! Please!” you cried and he yelled in frustration moving his hands away from you. “No it has to work if it doesn’t then you’ll.....we need a medic down here” he yelled again but he knew everyone else was spread out and there were no healers in the group. “It’s okay” you said breathing heavily as the situation dawned on you “Iroh it’s alright”. “No it’s not” he cried sinking onto his knees beside you “it’s not y/n, you can’t...you have to fight this, you can’t leave me”. You nodded “trust me i’m trying but Iroh if I do...”. “No y/n don’t even think about it! I won’t let you go it’s not going to happen”. “I don’t think we have a choice” you admitted trying to smile but Iroh just shook his head “but we never got our shot, we never got to talk, I never got to tell you...I love you y/n” he said simply “I have for years, that’s why I never found anyone from the fire nation because the perfect person for me is you. I know there’s traditions and rules but I don’t care, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d give up anything for you and we were finally heading in that direction and now that stupid spirit cannon”. Tears leaked down Iroh’s face and you reached out a hand to him shakily. He took it and you stroked his face “it’s okay, i’m sorry for being too scared and cautious, I’m sorry for wasting our time together but I love you too, I hope that’s enough”. Iroh nodded “It’s more than I ever hoped, you didn’t waste time you have nothing to be sorry for y/n Beifong, do you hear me?”. “I do” you smiled before coughing in pain and your mother clutched you tighter. “Y/n” your mother cried and you smiled up at her “it’s okay mom, don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay”. You clutched her hand against your chest and took Iroh’s other one. “I’m with the two people I love the most, I’m happy. This is the best way for it to...”. “Stop” Iroh said crying but you just gripped his hand tighter “Iroh look at me”. He blinked through the tears but looked at you. “It’s okay, I promise you everything will be okay”. Iroh just said your name softly and rested his head against yours. Your mother wrapped her arms around both of you and you held onto both of them the best you could when you felt the world fading away. You heard sobbing and your mother faintly saying your name until everything turned dark and it was over.

Epilogue

Following your death the fire nation, earth kingdom and republic city all paid their respects in their traditional fashions. A statue was raised by your mother in the spot of your death and every year on the anniversary of your death both her and Iroh would visit it. Iroh and your mother supported one another following your death being the only one’s who understood how monumental the loss of your life was. They managed to get through it together and although neither of them ever stopped loving you they found a way to carry on. Iroh never married, he couldn’t even consider the idea and his family never pushed him to. He still lived a long and happy life. He was very involved with his sister’s children who he loved dearly and his family never stopped supporting him. If he went quiet and got a teary look in his eye or if he struggled serving in the earth kingdom they understood. Your family also treated him like one of their own, with Lin even calling him her son on a few occasions, and he was invited to all your family’s events in recognition of your love for him. Your memory never faded and when Iroh’s life eventually ended he passed on to find you waiting for him. He knew all the suffering and heartache was over, you were finally together at last.

____

So initially I was going to write a happy ending as well but then I thought screw it, I want to cry so I killed off the reader...but I can release the happy ending as a part two if anyone wants it.

Edit: For the happy ending version click here

614 notes · View notes