#what happens next?? eww i have to write it to find out???

[shackleton2]

I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.

I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.

It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.

He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.

To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?

Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.

He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”

Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. “You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”

The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.

Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.

“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”

Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”

He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”

The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.

“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”

Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”

On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”

Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”

“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”

He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”

Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”

“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”

That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.

[discount-shades]

Contract Spouse Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Realizations

A/N: This is a sad one. I've written Chapter 9 and only one chapter left to write!

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning:  Angst, death of civilians, war, PTSD

Length: 3000ish

Summary: Jake does some thinking and we find out why he is like that.

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“What we need are those veterinary gloves that come up to your shoulder.” You have a roll of tape out and combined with elastics and a small garbage bag you are trying to waterproof Jake’s cast. After finally being released from the hospital after 4 days, Jake is in desperate need of a shower. “Then you could use your hand. I’m going to order some from Amazon.”

“Why do vets need gloves that come up to their shoulder?” Jake watches you struggle to carefully tape the edges of the bag to the skin of his arm, fighting with the extra plastic.

“You know the long gloves Ellie wears when she digs in the dino poop looking for West Indian Lilac in Jurassic Park?” Jake blinks at you in confusion, trying to remember. “Vets wear them for a similar reason.”

“Eww.” Jake checks the seal around the tape job you did. “How do you even know that?”

“Remember when I dated a farm boy in university?” Jake nods. He remembers thinking the kid wasn’t good enough for you. “Well in those two months we were together I went and helped them when they preg checked their cows.” You give him a little half grin, “I learned I am not cut out for farm life.” 

You start the shower for him before carefully helping him remove his shirt. You wince when you see the bruises crossing his torso from the seatbelt harness of his jet. The brush of your fingers, featherlight over the bruises, burns before you abruptly leave the bathroom, telling him to call if he needs help. 

Jake sighs and finishes stripping before getting under the spray. Everything hurts and the concussion makes him feel like he is in a fog. His head is a constant dull throb and what he really wants to do is lie down and sleep some more. He holds his left arm hand up at a right angle and does his best to shower mostly one handed. 

Pulling a shirt on seems too difficult so he walks into the bedroom half dressed. You've pulled the curtains, so it is dark and he collapses into the clean sheets. A water bottle and his painkillers lined up neatly on his end table, as well as a few protein bars. 

You’ve thought of everything, you always do, but you seem different since the accident and he can’t figure it out. Every time he tries to think his head begins to ache. You are more clinical, less warm. Maybe it is because he is injured, maybe he is imagining it. 

He thinks back to the morning of the crash. Remembers waking up with you in his arms, how good it felt to hold you and talk to you. The hospital had been so lonely when they wouldn’t let you stay overnight. 

He wanted you to stay in California. He wanted to come home and have you there to talk to, he could always call you before, but living with you was better. He loved watching movies together, cooking together, cleaning, and grocery shopping. Every mundane task was better with you.

He couldn’t ask you to stay. He was too much of a mess. He couldn’t sleep and the guilt of what happened was always there. You didn’t deserve to be pulled into that. He was sure that you would stay if he asked. You and your misguided sense of duty and the belief that you owed him something. But if he asked then he would have to tell you and if he told you you would never look at him the same way.

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he notices is your voice calling to him gently. His eyes flitter open and he can see you sitting on the edge of the bed. You are beautiful in the light filtering from the hall, and in that moment you take his breath away. “Doctor says you should be up and moving, so come have dinner.” 

When you go to leave he curls his good hand around your arm and revels in the feel of your soft skin sliding through his fingers. When he thinks you are about to slip your hand through his fingers you catch his palm and give a gentle tug and he feels himself following you automatically. 

“This can’t be what you are used to.” You say with a grin as you grab a shirt and help him into it. “Women are probably more keen to take your shirt off.”

“I’ll do anything if it's with you, pretty girl.” The words leave his lips before he can comprehend what he has said. Your sharp inhale makes him want to kick himself. Why did he say that? He never flirted with you. It was a line he refused to cross. 

He can see the flustered look on your face as you stand to go. “Come on flyboy, you must be hard up if you are flirting with me.” He follows you down the hall to the table. That wasn’t completely fair. Why wouldn't he flirt with you? If you weren't his wife he definitely would have tried to pick you up in a bar. 

That evening as you lie down beside him in bed you turn to him. “We have our first meeting with the couples therapist tomorrow, he wants to meet us separately first.” Jake had forgotten about the marriage counseling. “I think we should just say we want to keep our relationship strong, and I don't know, talk about how adjusting to living together is a challenge or something.” He just mumbles an agreement. 

Jake has no idea how the two of you are going to sell being married to a professional. He thinks of all the ways this might go as you slowly drift off to sleep beside him. Once he can hear your steady breathing his mind starts to slow and as he falls asleep he rolls over so he is curled around you. 

When he wakes the next morning he slides his arm across the bed feeling for your warmth but the sheets are cool. You are already gone.  When he gets up he finds you making omelets in the kitchen. 

“The contractor is going to be finishing up the repairs in the ceiling of my room today,” you tell him as you add the cheese. “You will have your bed back, free of my cold toes tonight.” 

“Oh, ok.” Jake doesn't know what to think and it takes him a moment to realize he is disappointed. Last night was the last time he would sleep with you in his arms. He thinks about all the times he left you in the mornings. He shouldn't have run away. He could have just rolled back to his side of the bed and talked to you on those mornings, now he would never get the option. 

You drive to the counselor’s and he spends his time in the passenger seat fighting his motion sickness. It's your turn first and you give him a worried look as you go, as he sits in the waiting room trying to get his head to stop spinning. If he says something wrong in the counselor's office he will just blame it on the concussion. 

When it is his turn you squeeze his hand as you trade spots. He can't help himself as he pulls you into a hug. Jake presses his lips to your hairline. He should hug you more, he thinks. 

You rarely initiate physical affection more than holding hands, and hug only on special occasions. He likes the feel of you in his arms, the scent of your shampoo, and the warmth of your skin. The way you melt into him is overwhelming before you pull away.

The session went well. A mixture of the truth and agreed upon lies slip easily off his tongue. At the end of the session Jake is given the same homework that you received.  

“I want you to come up with a list of all the reasons you are in love with your wife.”

The homework is a fixture in his mind over the next few days. Jake can’t figure out why he keeps repeating the counselor's words in his head. He lists the reasons he loves you. You are smart, funny, tough as hell, your kindness, you are supportive, you are so easy to talk to and you always know what to say, you call him on his bullshit. You are capable. 

He stares at the words he has written and feels they are not personal enough to sell it. You are beautiful, your smile makes his stomach clench, your laughter, you feel so good in his arms, how you being in his life made everything better. He stares at his list as the words play over in his head, ‘reasons you are in love with your wife.’

Jake drops the pen and buries his face in his hands as the realization hits him. “Fuck.” He is in love with you. When did that happen? Was it before you moved in or is it a recent thing? Sometime during the first or second year of the marriage he noticed he loved you. But it had always felt so platonic, a love of friendship, of convenience, and connection.

You have always been beautiful, and, if he was honest with himself, he had always been attracted to you, but with the nature of your relationship he had always locked those thoughts and feelings away. You were untouchable. But in the last month with you sleeping in his bed everything blurred. It didn’t matter when he fell in love, the only thing that mattered was that he is completely and irrevocably in love with you now. 

It is weird to feel terrible about an emotion considered so positive. Jake stares at the closed door to the office where you are working from home. He can never tell you. You had only stayed married due to his inability to process his trauma. 

He felt tainted, like you being with him would somehow mark you too. He didn't deserve you, he didn’t deserve anything good. And he loved you too much to let you be ruined by him. He wouldn't let you give up your life and the love you deserve. Because you need someone who is in love with you unconditionally, someone good. 

The day he had agreed to marry you had told him that you would always be there for him and he had taken advantage of that over the years. Taken advantage of your kindness and good heart. Someone as good and kind as you would never stay married to him. He could never tell you he loved you. He wouldn’t be that guy, the man who thought he was owed something just because he had feelings for a woman. He would let you go even if it killed him. 

– – –

Sleeping next to you didn’t stop the nightmares. They always came at the same frequency, mild ones a few times a week and the bad ones every week or so. What sleeping next to you did was calm him when he woke. Your breaths and the warmth of your skin would ground his mind and bring him back to the present like nothing else could. 

Before you he would never get back to sleep after a nightmare. He would go for a run or go to the 24h gym. He sometimes would mindlessly watch tv or stare at his phone until it was an acceptable hour to get up. In the weeks after the concussion he couldn’t do that. Strenuous activity and screen time were two of the things the doctor told him to avoid. 

Most nights he would just lay in bed. He had tried audio books but he could not focus on them. So he would lie there in the dark thinking about you, and everything that he loved about you, and torturing himself. 

His post concussion nightmares were more intense than any he had before but he still hadn't had a bad one yet. He could feel it coming. Lack of sleep and anxiety tended to trigger the nightmares. Stress also played a role and the night before the second marriage counseling session it hit him. 

Jake’s heart is pounding as he sits up in bed struggling to breath. The nightmares are rarely the same and his mind alway finds ways for his dreams to be somehow worse than what had happened, combining events and reimagining others. 

You died tonight. The person he had killed was you, and even though he logically knew you were fine he needed to check on you. Stumbling, eyes bleary, he walks to your room and pushes open the door. The smell of new paint and construction is almost gone. Leaning on the door frame Jake can see you sleeping and he takes in the sight. 

If he holds his breath and listens he can faintly hear you breathing from the doorway and he can’t help the muffled sob that slips past his lips. You stir and he bites his lips to keep from waking you but it is too late.

“Jake?” You lean up and look at him. “You ok?” he gives a jerky nod, unable to open his mouth. Afraid he would begin sobbing if he did. “Another nightmare?” He doesn’t know how you can tell. Maybe it is written on his face. 

“Come here,” your voice is soft and you open your arms and beckon to him and he is moving his feet before he can think about it. Jake collapses on top of the covers and into your arms, head pillowed on your chest listening to your heartbeat. His eyes flutter closed as you rake your fingers through his hair and down his back. Your gentle movements calm him and steady his mind but soon it is not enough. There are too many layers between you. 

He sits up and motions to the covers. “Can I?” he asks hesitantly, wanting to be able to hold you without the blanket between you. You nod and he slips beneath the covers and returns to his position with his head on your chest. Your hands resume their motions carding through his hair and stroking his back.

It’s still not enough. He sits abruptly and takes his shirt off before lying back down, slotting his body between your thighs and his head on your stomach this time. He needs to feel your skin pressed against his. He eases your shirt up so he can rest his cheek against your stomach. He can hear your sharp inhale but you don't say anything and for that he is grateful. You just go back to smoothing your hands over his bare skin. He doesn’t know how long he lays there with you beneath him, his hands curl around your rib cage as his thumbs smooth over your soft skin. 

After a while of your hands moving over him he feels you pause. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.” He shakes his head in denial, not wanting you to know. But when he feels your nails scratch his scalp and drag down his neck he starts talking. 

“You know the military severely under-reports civilian deaths, right?” There is no change in you. Your hands keep moving in the same rhythm and your breathing is steady. “Every time we drop bombs we kill people and there is a chance we kill civilians. Mostly we don’t think about it. It is easier to drink the kool-aid. Accept the Navy’s narrative. But if you watch the news from other countries they will report it; show videos of civilians killed by American bombs.”

Jake stops talking, wanting you to respond, hoping you don’t. Looking for a clue to stop talking. You don’t give him one so he continues. “I shot another plane down, the first air-to-air kill in three decades. The Navy pinned a medal on me.'' Now that he was talking he couldn’t stop. The words he had never spoken to anyone pouring out. “No one mentioned that after I shot the jet it crashed into this community building. There were families inside. Sixteen people were killed, nine of them were children.

“They gave me a fucking medal for killing children. I saw the footage, the crashed jet and the injured people. There was this man carrying his dead son and I can’t get that out of my head.” Jake feels you shift and he raises his head to look at you but all you do is place a gentle kiss on his forehead before lying back down and resuming your motions. 

“Please hate me.” He doesn't know why he says it; why he needs you to condemn him. As if your condemnation will justify everything he feels.

“No,” you say simply.

“Why not?” he can feel a sob building in his chest. “I fucking deserve it. How can you just learn all that about me and not care?” 

“Javy told me years ago,” you confess, “actually I suspected. It was on the news that an American Navy pilot shot down a plane and what happened, I knew you were stationed in the area and you changed whenever we talked after, so I figured it was you and Javy confirmed it when I asked.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jake had been keeping his knowledge and shame bottled up away from you for so long; not wanting to change the way you saw him and to find out you had always known was gutting. 

“I knew you would tell me when you were ready.” 

“You should hate me,” Jake hates the way he sounds. Small, meek, hesitant. “I hate me.”

“I hate that it happened. It breaks my heart for those families, but I can’t hate you for it. You are responsible, but not culpable.” You say simply.

“Then who is to blame if not me?” You don’t have an answer for him, he knows there isn’t one, at least not an answer that will make him feel better. Some things you just have to live with. The tears start to flow down Jake's cheeks in ugly sobs as you pull him closer. He clings to you and finally lets himself grieve. 

[lilcatdraws]

hey can i pls request ledger joker getting angry and possessive w reader for having a quick and meaningless interaction w one of his goons? thank u

Nobody Messes With My Girl

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, murder, just J things

Summary: One of J’s goons tries to make a move on you, he finds out, and things do not go well

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Oooh I like this idea! Sorry it took me so long to answer. I didn’t forget I promise. I hope I did this right. I’m not the greatest at writing a dark J. Also, I know you didn’t ask for a fem reader but I forgot to mention when I first started writing these that I write with a fem reader in mind. Two of my writings I left as a neutral reader but the rest I updated to fem. Anyways as always, enjoy!

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

It was just a meaningless and actually somewhat weird conversation. Creepy men talked to you all the time. It was a sad fact of life. You thought nothing of it. But apparently J did. 

As you opened your apartment door, you walked inside and shut the door behind you. Just as you turned around, J was towering over you and he did not look happy.

“J? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

Before you could continue, you were silenced by J’s hand clamped over your mouth and his other hand holding your throat.

“Think you can fool me? I’m not stupid, y/n!” 

By now you were in tears. You pushed him away. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” You shouted.

J rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t play dumb. I have eyes everywhere. I saw you flirting with one of my men.”

“What? Flirting? J, what are you talking about?” 

J just looked at you dumbfounded. Maybe you genuinely didn’t know.

“Earlier today when you went out for some errands, you passed one of my men who was keeping watch over this place. You were talking to him for a long time. I saw it on the security footage.” 

“Ohhhh. That guy. You thought I was flirting? Eww no! If anything he was flirting with me. He started talking first. It really made me uncomfortable. Honest.”  

J relaxed a bit. “Oh. Sorry bunny.” 

He kissed your cheek apologetically but you could still see the fiery anger in his dark eyes. He said nothing else about the encounter and you guessed the matter was over. Boy were you wrong.

The next day

It was late at night and J had not come home yet. You were sitting in the living room doing some online shopping on your computer. You nearly jumped out of your skin when J burst through the door, dragging a bloody and rather distressed looking man behind him. You recognized him as the man from yesterday.

Oh no.

“J! What are you doing?!” You shouted.

“Settle down bunny. I’m just trying to prove a point.” J told you.

You didn’t like how calm he was. One of his henchmen was literally bleeding out on your living room floor. 

“C’mere.” J called you over.

You reluctantly obeyed. J leaned down in the man’s face. 

“Now, listen here, uh, Joey, is it?”

“Y-Yes.” The man stammered.

“Joey, this beautiful woman here is mine. You know that. That’s why you were tasked to guard this place. Yesterday you talked to her rather, uh, flirtatiously and made her very uneasy.”

“I didn’t say two words to her!” Joey shouted.

You could see the sheer terror in his eyes. He knew despite his boss’ calm demeanor he was furious and was most likely going to kill him. J kicked him in his wounded side. The man screamed and clutched the wound.

“Don’t lie to me, Joey. You are well aware that I have eyes everywhere.” J shouted.

“Please J. Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I swear it.” Joey sobbed.

“Oh I know it won’t. You my friend are going to be made an example of. Nobody messes with my girl and lives.” 

J pulled out a pistol from his pocket. You shut your eyes closed and covered your ears, burying your face into J’s chest. You heard the muffled shot ring out and looked up. The henchman’s dead body was sprawled out on the floor. You prayed no one else in the building heard the noise.

“J! Why?!” You demanded.

“Relax, bunny. It had to be done. I didn’t like him anyway.” 

“Why did you do it here? In front of me! You could’ve done it at the hideout!” 

“I wanted ya to see. I thought he grossed ya out.”

You put a hand to your forehead and sighed. “I did not want to see this. And yeah, he did but you didn’t have to murder him in my living room! Look, you got blood on the couch! What are you even gonna do with the body?” 

Joker laughed. “Calm down, doll. I’ve got that covered and I’ll clean up. I’m gonna bring him back to the hideout and put him on display for everybody to see. Nobody’s gonna mess with you again.” 

You felt sick to your stomach. “That’s…great.”

Just as J had said, he took the body to the hideout and showed it off at his next meeting. The other henchmen got the message. You were completely off limits. They were not to even talk to you. Unless J gave them permission which would probably hardly ever happen. 

This whole ordeal made you realize that you had to be more careful. J was a very jealous man. You would never ever cheat on him but even simple conversations with other men was enough to set him off. You appreciated how protective he was towards you but sometimes it became too much.

Late night murder in your living room was far too extreme.

[ilikemicrowaves]

LOYAL STARFLIGHT AU

Notes: LOYAL Starflight au is were Starflight decides to help the nightwings take the Rainforest instead of Glory.

Summary: starflight meets his father and finds out why Fatespeaker claims to be the wings of night

Plans

Starflight followed his father to the other side of the lab as he struggled to turn the circular handle to what seemed to be a vault door.

"Our understanding of this biological anomaly is so new that we haven't even put it in any scrolls." He said in a fascinated voice.

Fatespeaker bumped into Starflight since Morrowseer's massive body took up a large amount of room.

"It turns out one tribe of dragon has evolved an unusual defense mechanism." He continued finally opening the door as they filled in.

Inside, the floor was covered in what Starflight first thought was splattered black paint, but recognized it as venom.

"You'll never guess which one!" Mastermind said.

"Rainwings." Starflight answered.

The delight on Masterminds face brightened. "Yes! They shoot venom out if their fangs."

He walked over to the middle of the room, spreading one wing to gesture at the venom marks.

"One of our first questions, naturally, was how far can they shoot? What's a safe distance to attack them from?" He put on a show by making dramatic hand movements, something Clay would laugh at Starflight for doing the same.

We truly are alike, not just interests.

Helmet in hand, Mastermind circled the black trail marking as Starflight and Fatespeaker followed.

"This is as far I've ever seen a dragon shoot. An older male, suggesting the skill gets stronger as they age." Mastermind theorized.

"Actually, they have training sections. Though the teachers in the Rainforest aren't the best as of what I've seen." Correct Starflight.

"Interesting, I'll have to write that down. Very observant, son. Oh I just love saying that word, now that it has a purpose!"

Starflight felt pride in his stomach, maybe his father wasn't like his other friend's parents after all.

As Mastermind wrote, he continued about his research on these unfortunate rainwings.

"The next question, of course, was what doesn't react to venom?" After writing the side note and crossing out some previous ones, he lead them to a table with two trays of different material.

"What could we use for protection? Metal, for one thing."

He knocked onto the Helmet he sat on the table.

"But anything biological, it destroys." He lifted his talon to show the rotten lizard and fish, as well with withering plants.

Fatespeaker commented her opinion with an "eww.."

Mastermind, leaning over the trays and collecting himself and the Helmet, continued. "If it gets in your eye or blood stream, you are most likely to die, instantly."

Maybe that's what happened to queen Scarlet

"If it hits your scales, you'll wish you where."

Starflight touched his head, thinking about the melting faces of Scarlet and Crocodile.

"I've seen it kill two dragons so far." He revealed.

Mastermind lifted his head before readjusting his glasses.

"Two, really? How surprisingly careless. We haven't picked up any rainwings with that little control yet."

"They weren't careless it was on purpose."

Mastermind smiled, "Purpose? That changes things entirely! I want to know everything! How long did death take? What provoked the attack?"

Excitingly, Mastermind unhooked a key off a key holder.

"I've never seen rainwings attack other dragons." Commented Fatespeaker.

"Even a rainwing will defend themselves from time to time." Educated Starflight.

"In my experience, not often." Mastermind equipped his helmet, unlocking the door Starflight hadn't noticed before.

"But why don't you stand back just in case."

Upon unlocking the door, they entered what seemed to be a torture room. A Rainwing, a somber gray, the most miserable color he thought he could see a rainwing be, hung by chains on a ceiling.

Below them was a drain.

That'll be useful if I need to escape, if it leads to anywhere anyway.

"What are you doing to her!?" Gasped Fatespeaker in fear.

"We where testing wether or not they run out of venom. Unfortunately she passed out before we could gather any useful data."

Fatespeaker ran over to the cauldron filled with water and struggled to carry its heavy weight over to the rainwing.

"What are you doing?" Mastermind asked.

"Giving her water!" She snapped.

That is a good idea. If she's dehydrated she's more likely to faint.

Starflight walked over to them and could hear the weak gulps as the rainwing began to drank.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Taking a breath, the rainwing spoke. "Orchid...no nightwing has ever asked me that." She managed.

Starflight recognized that name. "Oh, Mangrove's been looking for you." He said.

"Than I won't give up on living just yet."

She let her head head hang again as her scales shifted to a beautiful pink.

"Incredible! What did you say to make her do that? I've never seen it before!" Mastermind observed.

Wow, he really doesn't know.

"She's thankful for the water." Interjected Fatespeaker.

"Fascinating! Utterly fascinating!"

He swooped around and stuck his head out of the room.

"Strongwings! This one is ready to go back! And Strongwings, guess what! I have a brilliant son!"

A bulky dragon larger than him walked in padded with armor that looked like a skywings.

"Yeah whatever, when will I get one of these fancy looking helmets?"

Mastermind yanked it away as Strongwings tried to touch it.

"This is just a prototype."

While Strongwings started to unclick the locks around Orchid Mastermind stopped Starflight before he could walk any further.

"As one can imagine, the hardest part about making venom-proof armor is making it possible to see!" He lifted the helmet into his face.

"I'd be interested in your thoughts."

Starflight blinked a few times.

"Firstly, I'd like to discuss how you treat the rainwings." He said. "Why are we studying them? Why do we need to protect ourselves?"

Mastermind lead him and Fatespeaker out of the room.

"Queens orders." He simply said. "Right now that information is restricted from you, I wish I could tell right now but Morrowseer and the Queen forbids it."

He looked him dead in the eyes. "Surely as my son you understand that, right?"

Still just meeting his father he didn't want to disappoint him, he's his only family after all.

"I understand, until I earn her majesty's trust, I won't bother you about it."

Mastermind smiled, "thank you," leaving the room he lead them out to a bridge the clutched to the side of the mountain.

"I must attend my daily meeting with the queen, I hope to catch up with you soon!"

Mastermind hugged Starflight, making him feel very affectionate compared to his other friend's parents.

"Goodbye, dad." He said with a wave as Mastermind disappeared into a different room.

"Wow." Fatespeaker said. "So, turns out we are terrible dragons." She said.

"I still don't understand why we are kidnapping rainwings..." He said.

"Neither do I! And did you see how bad she looked?" Fatespeaker was circling around the ledge now.

She stopped infront of Starflight. "And how did you know her? I thought nightwings didn't leave this place?"

"I'm not from here, I was raised by the Talons of peace."

Fatespeaker giggled. "Liar, I've never seen you in camp."

Starflight lifted his head towards her "I'm not, we were born under a mountain, I am the dragonet from the prophecy."

Fatespeaker had doubt written all over her. "I am! Morrowseer says I'm special, I was born on the brightest night!"

"False, neither of you are in the prophecy yet." Said a booming from above.

Morrowseer landed with a loud thud.

"Only one of you will be in the prophecy. That's why your here. Thankfully we didn't have to put up a fight getting Starflight here."

"Don't you know? You delivered the prophecy."

Tossing his head in a frustrated manner he said, "Prophecies, are complex."

Fatespeaker grinned and turned to Starflight to whisper, "Thats a good comeback. I should write that down."

Jabbing his claw in their direction, Morrowseer continued to explain.

"The real problem is neither of you are suitable. You are both weak and too sympathetic. We made an error letting you be raised without a nightwing at watch." He said with grimace in his voice.

"Why aren't I suitable?" Asked Fatespeaker.

"You act like a hatchling! And you!" Pushing Starflight back a little he yelled.

"You've antagonized our ally!"

"Hey, that's not my fault!" Starflight protested. "My friends did! I tried to convince them but they wouldn't listen."

"You have no leader ship at all! Maybe if you were a true nightwing things would be different." He said. "But now you've placed our whole in jeopardy."

Starflight pushed back the large talon infront of him. "If you told me the plan maybe I could have helped! I can't when I don't even know what it is!"

Morrowseer lashed his tail and huffed.

"We cannot trust either of you with the nightwing secrets. Not until you are proven loyal."

Starflight puffed a plum of smoke.

"I am loyal! Why do you think I abandoned my friends in the first place?"

Morrowseer considered it for a moment, then alofted himself into the smokey sky.

"Queens orders, follow me."

Doing what they were told they followed after Morrowseer. Starflight could feel ashes hit his face and shoulders flying through the thick smoke.

Swooping up to Fatespeaker he asked, "any visions about their plan?"

Carelessly she said, "nope!" And flew faster ahead of Morrowseer.

Starflight continued to fly while the wind wrapped around his body.

Mmh, He thought, odd. But I need to figure out their plan. Why are they kidnapping and studying rainwings? Especially their venom. Maybe they're using that research to understand what's happening to us, with the prey and our poisonous bite.

Have I ever done that? He continued to think. I do recall biting Kestrel in training once, and her wrist swelled a little. I thought it was because it got infected from an open wound.

"I guess not..." He said to himself.

But why bother to understand that during times like this?

They also are looking for ways to protect themselves from the venom, but rainwings are pacifists. Maybe if I told them that they would put an end to this research.

"Wake up dreamy face!" Fatespeaker snapped him out of his thoughts. "Morrowseer says you need to meet the others, in case you're the dragonet for the prophecy."

Oh no, there's others?

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Notes: Thank you for reading this :) it'd be really appreciated if you reblog this so other can see my work!

[inluvvchriss]

Valentine’s day pt. 1

—Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary; chris x fem!reader have been dating for almost a year and it’s your first valentine’s day together so nick wants to help chris give you a big surprise!!

A/N; i was trynna think of something to write and since valentines day is around the corner and some of us is gonna be single (me included🥲) but mostly needed to write something!! ENJOY🩷

warning: none js fluff

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“CHRIS” nick yelled while walking into his room.

“what?” chris says looking away from his phone.

“what are u give y/n for valentine day??” he said laying on the bed next to chris.

“um flowers, a teddy bear and a letter”

“cute but not enough look” nick sits up nexts to chris.

nick pulls out his phone and goes on pinterest.

“ok listen my dear brother this is your first valentine with y/n and you need to make it AMAZING!! so look at these pics” nick turns his face home towards chris and shows him pictures of bedrooms decorated.

“soo decorate my bedroom?l”

“no”

“decorate her room?”

“yea but no..” nick said.

“so what nick?”

“i was think that ill help you get a hotel-“

“a hotel nick?” chris asked.

“yea it will be cute and yah can ykk and not wake anyone up” nick said smiling (😀)

“haha, sure ill do it and not bc me and her are loud” chris said grabbing his laptop.

nick and chris spend a couple of minutes finding a hotel.

“ok this hotel is nice”

“yea now chris get some sleep bc tmr we going SHOPPING” nick said leaving the room.

“goodnight nick”

“night chris”

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chris and nick walk into cvs buying some chocolates, a basket, a teddy bear, candies, notebook and other things.

when chris was walking to the cashier nick stopped him.

“WAIT! we need to print pics of you guys together!”

when they were printing chris stop before he could continue to find pics.

“what happened?” nick asked.

“turn around please” chris said.

“huh? ohhh.. eww!” nick said walking away.

when chris finished printing, they paid for everything and headed for the hotel.

“hi welcome would u like a room?” the lady at the front desk asked.

“hi there we already got a room” chris said.

“name?”

“chris sturniolo”

“…ok yea we have u here it says your checking in February 14”

“yes is it ok if we go rn and decorate it for valentine day? we would bring the card right back to u” chris said.

“yes ofc that’s fine”

The lady at the front desk handed Chris the card and both went upstairs to decorate. 40 minutes past and they finished, balloons were floating with little pictures hanging on them, flower petals leading to the bed and shape as a heart, and a gift basket and sweets with a teddy bear. they went downstairs gave the card back, got picked up and headed home.

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TWO DAYS LATER

Today was valentine day and y/n was driving to the triplets house to give chris his gift. you got him a teddy bear, a hoodie, flowers, sweets, a new hat/ vintage sunglasses, a card and matching jewelry. you parked the car in the front and walked to the door.nick opens the door.

“heyy y/n”

“hiii nick, happy valentine day! i got u a little gift” you said handing him a small bag of sweets a teddy bear and card.

“aww tyy, you didn’t have to”

“i know but your my best friend.” you said walking into the house.

you walk up the stairs with nick seeing matt and chris sitting at the kitchen counter. chris looked up and had the most biggest smile ever.

“heyy babe” chris said running towards you and giving u a big hug and kisses.

“hi babe” you giggle due to Chris’s clinginess.

“is that for me?” chris says trynna take a peak.

“no it’s for matt”

“oohhh” matt got up and ran towards you for the gift.

“thank you y/n” matt said opening the gift.

“what you got my brothers stuff but not me” he said frowning.

“calm down i got u something it’s in my car it’s to big to carry it with all the bags” you said walking towards the stairs to head down to your car.

chris runs past you grabbing the keys out of your hands and running to the car. you giggle when u see chris outside waiting for the trunk to open slowly.

“ahh omg” chris squeals like a little girl.

“thank you bae thank youuuu” he runs and hugs you tight.

“i love you mama” he said kissing you in your neck.

“ofc, i love you too babe”

“okay love birds now it’s time for chris surprise” nick says.

matt pulls out of the garage with the car and nick holds the door open so both chris and y/n could enter the vehicle. chris walks toward the car and waits for you to enter.

“what are you guys doing”

“just come inside and find out mama” chris says.

you walk towards the car entering and sitting in the back with chris, while nick close the door and sits in the front.

“enjoy the ride we will be at your destination in 20 minutes” nick says like he’s the conductor of a train. you giggle and wait to arrive your destination.

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!

working on pt. 2

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[lordshroom]

@lexa-ocean

Here is my submission for the @mutantmayhemgiftexchange! The prompt was about the MM turtles finding out they're autistic. It was a fun challenge, and I'm glad I got to write about it!

Happy Holidays!

New York City never slept. Instead, when the moon hung over the infinite skyscrapers, a new breed of life emerged. Neon lights spilled out from their signs and into the streets, transforming the neutral bricks and pavements into a symphony of colors. Despite the vibrant atmosphere, most people keep their noses down lest they bump into the wrong person. Or animal. While this created a nest of selfish, superstitious folk, it did have its benefits. It provided the perfect cover for the teenagers goofing around on the rooftops.

Weeks had passed since they saved the planet, becoming the city’s heroes, which led to their acceptance into high school. While it took some time, they eventually found their people. Even with the mountain of new responsibilities, it was the best thing that’s happened to them. A whole world of new possibilities opened up to them.

But nostalgia crept in, reminding them of the simple comforts of just messing around. So, on quiet weekends like this, they got together to do some nonsense together.

Mikey placed a soda on the roof's edge, stepping back and pulling out his phone. He gave a thumbs up to Raph, who pulled out a ninja star. 

It reminded Leo of how they met April, how his heart sank when the ninja star vanished over the side of the roof. He suspected that repeating this might go as well as last time.

“Do you have to throw that?” Leo said. Raph closed his eyes, bringing down the ninja star. “I know this is our chill time and all but it might be a bit too dangerous, you know?” Leo’s words squirmed around, toeing the line between a responsible adult figure and another one of the guys.

“But the fun part is watching the soda explode all over the place! Mikey’s gonna get it in slow-mo.” 

Leo’s gaze flicked down, then back up to Raph. The authoritarian tone that was barely present before vanished entirly. Now, he was just a sad teenager. It melted Raph's heart enough that he sheathed the ninja star. Leo sighed in relief, joining Raph as he sat down next to Donnie. Mikey shrugged, grabbing the sodas and handing them out. 

Raph downed the whole soda in one go, and topped off his feat with a loud burp.

Donnie waved his hand, “Eww, dude.” They shared a laugh, nudging each other around. 

“It’s been a while since we got a moment of peace like this.” Leo said.

Mikey fidgeted with his soda tab, “Yeah, between all the human stuff digging into our ninja time, we barely have any time to be bros together.” His fingernail caught on the metal, cracking the drink open. He frowned, taking a sip. “I mean, I like it. I like being with the other kids at school. I don’t know, sometimes everything feels too loud… if that makes sense.” 

Donnie nodded, “I get that. It’s nice to talk to another face about K-pop and anime, but the words come out wrong.”

The feeling was mutual between the brothers. A feeling that caused Leo to hide behind his soda. It had occasionally flared up with April, however it was at its worst when he talked with his other peers—a barrier beyond his green skin. 

“Same. I mean, April’s cool but the other humans are harder to feel out.” 

Raph snorts, “Or maybe April’s the only one you want to talk to.” 

“I’m serious, Raph. You must have felt it. A certain thing in the way of us being ‘normal’.” 

“Dude, we live in the sewers. Our dad’s a rat. We’re turtles! No matter what, we’re never going to be 100% one of them. Might as well enjoy where we’re at now.”  Raph’s eyes dart to the side to avoid his brother’s gaze. 

The only sound to be heard was a distant ally cat. 

Leo fidgeted with his empty can, “Maybe it’s something more than the whole mutant situation. Something deeper than that.”

Donnie picked his head up, “Deeper? Like there’s an actual reason we can’t talk to people?” 

“I don’t know, you’re the smart guy.”

Donnie rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, “Just because I’m the smartest doesn’t mean I’m the only one who can use Google.” 

“Nah, It just makes you the best!” Mikey chirped. 

Donnie smiled, scrolling through his phone. His eyes squinted as he read. 

“‘Youths might find socialization difficult if they grew up in a stressful or traumatic environment. Which can cause anxiety and different disorders.’”

Raph cracked a smile, “I guess they would consider living in the sewers for years and fighting’ big monsters “stressful”.” The others shrugged, leaning in as Donnie continued.

“‘In addition, difficulty socializing could be a sign of neurodivergence, such as autism, ADHD, and personality disorders.’” Donnie stopped reading aloud, glued to the article. His brothers waited in a mildly confused panic.

“Uh, hey? Everything okay?” Leo rhythmically patted his lap.

After a minute, Donnie straightened his neck to face the others.

“I think we’re autistic.”

All of them glanced at Donnie, then at each other, each sharing the same perplexed expression. Raph cracked open another soda, sensing that this was going to be a long night.

“Like, I’m reading this and it’s making sense? It explains the whole antisocial deal we got. Then there are the other symptoms like hyperfixating, stimming, whole bunch of other stuff, too. Look, I’ll send it in the group chat. You all see for yourself.”

They dug out their phones and started reading with more passion than they had read anything before. Normally, they would never dream of doing such a thing with their limited free time, but the offer was all too tempting.

The article gave them a taste of answers, a place to start from. It didn’t take long for the group to split off into the corners of the internet. Donnie searched for other scholarly sites, while Raph and Mikey delved into blogs and social media posts. Seeing their experiences reflected over and over again across the virtual globe, it made them feel seen like never before . 

But Leo couldn’t leave the first article. To him, this proposition seemed unreal. He knew they were different, obviously. It was one thing to be a freak, but to claim this identity and hold it up like a shield? 

All his life, Leo had assured himself that he didn’t need the human world. That he and his brothers were better off living in the sewers and conforming to Splinter’s scorn of humans. Of course, that changed when he met April. She was everything he thought he could never have. Meeting her led to him going to school, a dream come true. 

Then why wasn’t he content? Why was there this thorn stuck in his heart, throbbing with every gasp for air? He was a hero! The people loved him, he saved them! But he was still cool and down to earth. He was still a good person. Right? 

His hands spontaneously flexed, a quirk he’s had for as long as he could remember. Mikey peeked up from his phone and nudged Donnie.

“I always wondered why you did that,” Donnie said. Leo blinked and refocused.

“Sorry?”

“With your hands, you read the article, right? Apparently, it’s called stimming. It helps with stress and such.” 

Leo stuffed his arms inside his armpits. A heat growing in his cheeks.

“Are you sure, though? This is a genuine medical condition, isn’t it wrong to label ourselves like this? I mean, real people are autistic and struggle with this every day. We’re just kids who stumbled into this word on the internet!  That doesn’t make us suddenly autistic.” 

Donnie apologized, going back to his phone, suddenly guilty. Leo didn’t enjoy bringing down the mood, but he was the oldest. It was his job as leader to lead them. This was best for everyone, even if it didn’t feel like it.

Mikey didn’t buy it.

“Yeah, you’re right. This is a disorder that people have, and it can feel wrong to do what it takes a psychiatrist years of training to do. But if we believe that we’re autistic, then why should we ignore it? It’s not like we can see a therapist. As long as we are honest and do this to understand ourselves, there’s no harm done, right?” 

The sun poked through the horizon, casting an orange glaze over the city. Leo moved his hands to his lap, mulling over everything. 

“Alright,” Leo stood up, his voice tired, “why don’t we head back to the lair? We can do some more research on Donnie’s computer. The sun’s almost out.” 

The three brothers stood up, nodding. As Leo turned around, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Mikey curled next to him, forcing a hug. Leo smiled, hugging him back.

The bedroom had been converted into a makeshift research lab. Every device with an internet connection remained within arm's reach with multiple tabs open. Important findings were scribbled on paper scraps and gathered in a messy pile. Donnie spent more time organizing the pile than contributing to it. This wasn’t a problem since Raph and Mikey were contributing massive amounts of information. Leo never found anything he felt worthy of going into the pile. Instead, he discussed his brother’s notes with Donnie. The dialogue allowed him to get more into it. A faint heat was still trapped in his cheeks, but talking with Donnie made it better. 

Splinter, searching for the source of the silence, poked his head into their room. Normally, a father seeing his children quietly reading would bring parental satisfaction like no other. Splinter was not a normal father. 

“What are you boys doing?” 

Leo turned around, his father cautiously venturing deeper into the room. He waved a hand to Donnie, encouraging him to continue working. 

He would talk to Dad.

“Sorry Master Splinter, me and the guys are just looking into a thingy.” His body shifted so often in the one sentence that it was like stepping on coals.

“There is something you are not telling me. You know I figure everything out eventually.” His eyes narrowed, barely visible behind the glare in his glasses. Though only for a moment before he recoiled, “Not in an invasive way! I respect your boy’s privacy. I just want to make sure you’re okay, is all.”

Leo sighed, “It’s nothing, really. Well, not nothing, nothing. But the jury is still kinda out on this so we’re working through some stuff and… yeah.” His throat tightened. 

This was the next step: admitting to someone else that they were autistic. Leo hesitated, unable to meet his father’s eyes. His hands started to flex. 

But it felt wrong now. He was faking it. He just wanted to be autistic so that he could throw an excuse at people. A reason he was weirder than the other people. Yes, this was the issue. Not living underground for fifteen years, not being a freak, it was just autism. The guilt pulled him down, drowning him in his own brain. He was such a selfish-

Splinter rested a hand on Leo’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

The gesture reminded Leo when he would cuddle up to Splinter late at night. He was small enough to fit perfectly into his father’s lap. The world was so small back then. 

Leo took a deep breath, “We were on the rooftop and started talking about stuff and … well, we might be autistic?”

“Oh. What does that mean?” 

“So it’s a neurological disorder that covers a lot of ground, but it explains a lot of why we are the way we are. I’m sure Donnie could explain it to you in much more detail because it’s a bit much for me too.” Leo forced a laugh.

Splinter, however, gave a genuine chuckle, “My son, for most of my life, there were many things I didn’t want to understand. Humans, mostly. I thought that no good could come from them. But then you and your brothers started learning about them, and I learned from you. And I’m so glad that the human world has given you so much to be happy about. So if you learned something that would make you happy, and sharing that with me will help make you happy, then I will learn whatever you need me to. I want to do anything I can to support you boys.” 

Leo’s head lifted. Even if he didn’t understand everything yet, he didn’t have to do this alone. He never did.

He took his father’s hand and led him over to his brothers. They welcomed him, sharing their findings. Splinter was confused at first but caught on quickly. His boys hadn’t changed. Instead, they had found a new perspective on themselves. With this new perspective, they created some new house rules. Rule number one is that they were all new to this and they’ll figure it out as they go. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t about perfection. 

The turtles stood outside room 234, listening to the quiet chatter inside. Raph hesitantly reached for the handle, then pulled away, walking a circle around his brothers.

“I can’t do this, man! Feels like I’m gonna hurl.”

Mikey tucked his shirt back into his pants, “Dude, you found the flier. This was your idea.”

“I know. I know.” Raph sighed, “It’s just so hard.”

Leo stepped forward, placing a hand on the handle, “This first step is always the hardest.”

The door creaked open and the chattering stopped. A small group of students stood around a box of pizza, observing the brothers. One girl scooped up the box and brought it over to them.

“I’m so glad you could make it! Welcome to the Autistics United Club! Right now, it’s more of a glorified hang-out spot. Once I start planning stuff, this place will really come to life.” Mikey stuffed a slice in his mouth, raising his other hand out. The girl shook it, smiling. “Come on, we only got the room for another hour. My name’s Ivy.”

“I’m Leonardo,” he looked back at his brothers, itching to meet everyone, “we’re glad to be here too!”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Redeeming big brother; Steve Harrington x pre-teen sis reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a pretty short sweet little ficlet that went around my head for awhile. Like I said I’ve been wanting to write a Steve Harrington fic since s.2 came out but I didn’t have the time nor the inspiration to write him a story until I decided to first do a platonic fic and BOOM!! Cause let’s face it, Steve is the Babysitter and I could imagine him being the type of brother that I made him in this oneshot so I hope you guys enjoy this little fic and until next time :)

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“Look all I’m saying is that he could’ve at least had his parents drive to pick you up.” Steve said to me.

“I told you Steve, Tony said he was carpooling with his friends because his dad’s mustang was in the shop.”

“The shop right yeah.” He muttered.

“You know you didn’t have to drive Dustin and I to the Snowball, we could’ve asked his mom.”

“No, no I needed to make sure that little shit didn’t try anything with you.”

“Eww Steve what the hell! Dustin and I do not like each other like that. You know that.”

“Still I just wanna make sure that even when you’re dressed all……you know—”

“Barbie? A slut?”

“Hey! You are not that don’t ever call yourself that even if you’re joking. You-you look beautiful. Really you do. It’s just…..” he took a deep sigh as clenched the stirring wheel.  “You don’t dress up this nice like most girls do. And I’d hate for those boys to suddenly see you and think they need to jump your bones.”

“They’re not like that Steve. Plus Max will have my back, and you know how savage we can be together.”

“Believe me I saw it for myself. All I’m saying is don’t let any boy try to take advantage of you. Especially this Bobby guy.”

“His name’s Tony.”

“That’s what I said, Darrell.” I rolled my eyes as Steve pulled into Dustin’s curb and honked the horn.  

We sat there for a few minutes which allowed me to check my makeup, nothing too extreme just some blush, a bit of eye shadow to match my blue dress and checked to make sure my hair was alright.  

“Hey, c’mon now.” Steve lifted the visor up.  I looked at him annoyed but he assured me with a gentle look in his eyes “I already told you, you look beautiful.”

I’ll admit.  He really was trying to be the brother he once was.  Ever since he became ‘King Steve’ he never wanted anything to do with me. Said I was too nerdy to be with someone ‘cool’ like him.  It really hurt to lose my brother like that to the poison that was popularity.

And he only seemed to get worse as the years went by, especially when he was involved with the whole Nancy ‘the Slut’ Wheeler vandalization at the local theater.  But ever since he got involved with the Upside down, and he broke free of that dick Tommy Hagan and that bitch Carol, he started to change.

Especially this past year.  He’s even tried to mend our bond but when the events of the Upside down began to come back with Will, the Demodogs and Max’s asshole brother Billy (not Upside down related, he’s just an asshole. Nearly killed me, Dustin and Lucas while we were biking home from school on Halloween).  And Nancy broke up with Steve, he seemed a bit more—emotionally vulnerable.

He wanted to be with me but I had other problems at the time with Dustin and his ‘secret pet’.  That’s when Steve, Dustin and I became the starting team in this whole demodogs thing, then one disaster fell after another until we were finally able to get the gate close permanently and get rid of all the demodogs.

Finally Dustin came racing down and I couldn’t stop but stare at the nest on top of his head.

“Thanks for the ride guys.” He said getting into the back seat.

“Uhh Dustin, what the hell happened to your head?” I asked him.

“What?”

“Your head. I’ll need to find Diana Ross’ number because I think I just found her hair.”

“Shut up!” Dustin snapped at me.  “My hair does not look like hers.”

“You’re right you’re right. It actually looks like if Elvis was given a bad perm.” I laughed.

“Alright you little shit ease up on him. Ignore her Dustin, she’s just jealous because it took her five hours just to get her hair like this.” I punched Steve’s arm and ordered him.

“Just drive asshole.” As Dustin giggled from the backseat, Steve turned the car back on and he drove us to the school.

He pulled us in and we could see from the cat some of the Snowball decorations and could hear the music playing loudly.

“Hey Hover switch seats with me, I need to check the mirror now.” Dustin said.

“Dustin you know I was kidding right. You look great.”

“She’s right. Now remember, when you walk in there.”

“Pretend I don’t care.” Dustin said.

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care.”

“Honestly why did you have to say that? That’s literally the worst advice ever Steve.” I scoffed rolling my eyes and shaking my head solemnly. “Dustin continues to listen to you and he’ll be single until he’s 30.”

“Okay that’s overexaggerating. Don’t listen to her Henderson. You’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay them dead.”

“Like a lion.” Dustin then let out a purr to which both Steve and I cringed.

“Yeah don’t do that.” Steve told him bluntly.

“Ever again.” I also told him.

“Right.” Dustin agreed before he got out of the backseat and I followed suit.  Soon pulling up behind us was a large black SUV it slowly came to a stop before the front door opened to reveal one of Tony’s friends, Andrew.

“Thanks mom. See yah at 10.” Soon the back door opened and more of Tony’s friends piled out until Tony was the last one to come out. My heart fluttered in my chest as my palms started to grow a bit sweaty.

“What you just gonna sit there and gawk (Y/n)?” Dustin said to me.

“Shut up Henderson.” I said.  I took a deep breath and took about two steps forward only to stop and see someone else coming out of the SUV as well.  It was the biggest bitch in the whole seventh grade, Jenna LoDuca and she was holding Tony’s hand.

“Thanks baby.”

“No prob babe. Ready to head in?” Tony asked her.

“Yeah thanks.” She said as they walked hand in hand towards the gym following behind Tony’s friends.

My heart shattered and fell into my stomach as I looked down. So he really didn’t care.  He never cared to begin with. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me that he was gonna take out Jenna instead of me, he could’ve at least told me.

“(Y/n)? Hey it’s…..” Dustin started off but I didn’t want to hear it.  I took off running as tears fell down my face.

I don’t know where I ended up but all I know was that I wasn’t at the back entrance where the dance was but I was still within the school grounds.  I kicked the gravel under my feet harshly scuffing up the 1 inch high heeled shoes mom got me on her last business trip (even though I hate anything that isn’t a sneaker or sandal on hot days).

“(Y/n).” I sniffled and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t wanna hear it Steve!” I snapped.

“Okay. Do you…….do you want me to take you home?” he asked in a nervous, unsure tone.

“No. Because then I’ll have done all this for nothing. Plus Jenna will rub it in my face Monday.”

“Wait she bullies you?”

“It doesn’t matter Steve. Just go home and don’t bother me with this anymore.” I walked back towards the school and tried to clean my face off as best as I could before entering the school with a big fake-ass smile on my face.

I met with the guys at the table and they were surprised to see me come walking in.

“(Y/n) you—you actually came in.” Mike said.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because of Je—” Dustin started off by saying but Max kicked him in the shin.

“Don’t listen to them, there’s more to life than stupid boys. C’mon (Y/n) let’s get something to eat I’m getting a bit peckish.” Max came over and took me away from the boys.

“Thanks Max, I owe yah.”

“I’ll remember that for later. But for real, don’t worry about those turd wards. You’re more badass than the two of them are popular.” Max said playfully shoving my shoulder with hers.  That got a small smile out of me as we reached the food stand and we each got a plate of crackers, cookies and a cupcake.

As the dance went on, it soon came time for the slow dancing. At first Max declined Lucas’ offer to dance but since I could tell how long Lucas had probably rehearsed this, I told her it was okay so she and Lucas went to the dance floor together.

Then a girl from mine and Will’s art class came up and asked Will to dance (even though she called him Zombie boy).  Then Dustin went over to a group of popular girls to ask one of them to dance leaving Mike and me alone for the first song (it’d just be awkward to dance together).

When the next song came on, we both took notice of El coming into the gym now, all dolled up and pretty.  Mike stood up and walked towards her without saying a word to me (but truthfully he didn’t have to).

I was now all alone at my table, in fact looking around every one of my peers had a partner or were in their friend groups chatting along the sides of the gym.  And just ahead of me I could easily spot Jenna and Tony dancing together, hell they pretty much remained in my visual range throughout the whole slow song montage.

It was then my favorite Lionel Richie song, Truly began playing through the speakers.  I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and was just tempted to leave the gym and stay outside for the rest of the dance.

“Hey little Hover.” I looked up and saw my brother Steve wearing his homecoming tux and sporting his Risky Business shades.

“Steve? What are you…how did you get in here? You didn’t ask to volunteer.”

“I know. I’m not a volunteer. I’m your date.”

“Steve……”

“C’mon please. Don’t make me get on my hands and knees begging over this song cause you know I will. In front of all your friends and these people I’ll…..”

“Okay! Okay you big hairy oaf!” I said getting up and took his hand before we went over to the dance floor.  We stood before each other and he took my right hand into his left while his right rested along my waist and my other hand rested on his.

“He wasn’t worth it.” I looked at him as he lead me in the first few steps of our slow dance.  “Your tears. Boys this age are incredibly stupid and he’s gonna regret leaving you for that.” He gave a slight gesture of his head towards Tony and Jenna who were looking at us.

“Maybe it’s because I really don’t live up to the Harrington name.”

“Hey now…...”

“No Steve it’s true. I mean, look at her. She’s popular than me, she’s smart, and she’s way prettier than me.”

“Now that’s total bullshit.” He gave me a gentle spin before bringing me back into him.  “First of all you are smarter than your older brother. In fact you’re too smart. I swear dad never shuts up about how my 13 year old sister is smarter than me, a senior in high school. Second, being popular really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially if it changes you for the worst.”

He stroked a baby strand of hair from my forehead and tucked it back over my teased hair.

“It makes you cruel and makes you blind to what’s in front of you. I swear the last thing I remember was you clinging onto your teddy bear you won at the 4th grade fair and now here you are. A teenager in the works who I think is the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.”

“Even more beautiful than Nancy Wheeler?” I asked skeptically.

“Especially more than Nance.” He said without hesitation.

“Best not let her hear you say that.”

“Truthfully I think you were her favorite Harrington more than me.” I softly laughed.  “No I swear, she’d always ask me when she’d see you. She even said at times she could trade Mike in for you.” Steve said through his laughing as he spun me outward our hands keeping a firm hold on each other before I spun back into him just as the song came to my favorite part.

Right as Lionel’s voice hit that crescendo, I was resting my head against my brother’s chest as my arms wrapped around his waist.  I felt him slightly pick me up and he placed my feet gently on top of his as I heard him softly sing along to the ending of the song.

It brought me back to the early days of my childhood when Steve and I were the best of friends.  Whenever I was sad or felt lonely from mom and dad’s constant work travels, Steve always played a slow song  over dad’s radio, he’d have me standing on top of his toes and the two of us would sway like this as he’d sing the song to me.

After the dance was over, I was just getting into bed when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“Knock, knock.” Steve’s voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Speak friend and enter.” I said.

“You know I don’t speak that nerd language.”

“Then you cannot pass.” I teased him.  He knocked again and I couldn’t help but say, “I hear yah knockin, but you can’t come in!”

“(Y/n) at least tell me your decent.”

“Yes I’m in my jammies.” He opened the door and came right on in.  “No respect for your sister’s room. Why do you think I asked you to speak the password? It’s not that hard, the password is Mellon.”

“I’ll slow dance with you, sing to you, even fight interdimensional monsters with you. But never on this green earth will you get me to speak that nerd language.” He said as he came over and sat at the edge of my bed.

“It’s not nerd language is Elvish. Sindar to be exact.” Steve buried his face into his hand groaning softly.  “Hey, Dustin and I got you to watch Star Wars with us and you loved it. Which makes you a nerd too Stevie.”

“First of all just because I enjoy it doesn’t make me a ner—okay I see what you’re doing munchkin.” He said as he ruffled my head. “So, your first school formal. Besides the little jerk that shall remain nameless in this house, how was it before I got there?”

“It was alright. Mostly Max and I talked and of course the guys were giving Dustin a hard time with his hair. I think his natural curls just really threw the Farrah faucet spray off.”

“Yeah it did. But the kid needed the reassurance. Now correct me if I’m wrong but did he call you Hover back in the car.”

“Hover is my D&D character’s name. She’s a level 16 rouge assassin. Sometimes Dustin calls me that outside of the game.”

“So you used my nickname for you for your nerdy game?”

“Steve it’s not…..” he raised his hand and continued.

“I was just going to say it’s actually kinda sweet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Though I wish it was still between us. After all I’ve been calling you that since you could walk.” He said booping my nose. “Well it’s late, you should get some sleep.” At that point I let out a soft yawn and got under the covers.  “Goodnight Hover.” He stood up but before he left my room I grabbed his hand. I sat up and hugged him before kissing his cheek. “What was that for?”

“For being my big brother.”

“But I…..”

“I know you’ve been an asshole for the past few years now but in the past year you really have been trying. I could see you putting in the effort to try and fix things between us. You could’ve stayed the way you were, or worst become like Billy.”

“I’d rather get eaten by one of those dog things than ever raise a hand to you like that asshole does to Max.”

“I know. That’s why I’m grateful to have a brother like you. You may not be smart, but you’re a damn good big brother and I love you for that.” A smile came at the corner of his lips as he ruffled my hair again before leaning forward and kissed the crown of my head.

“You’re not so bad either squirt.” He pressed his forehead against mine and continued, “And I love you too.” I smiled softly as Steve pressed another kiss to my forehead before we told each other goodnight and he left my room and I soon fell fast asleep.

[robynlilyblack]

Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date) could you pretty please do y/n is peters girlfriend but the boys haven't told her about the animagus situation yet. In defence against the dark arts her boggart turns into an army of rats and lil petes like oh no what do I do now meanwhile remus is trying so hard not to laugh and sirius and james have lost it and y/n's is so confused at how they find her boggart so funny (I love peter but rats freak me out so bad I can't even go near hamsters or just anything even rat like just eww)

Nope

Peter Pettigrew x fem! reader 

Summary: Peters finds out his girlfriends boggart

Warning: swearing

A/n: 0.6k words, the idea of a swarm rats reminded me a little of dishonoured, this is such a funny idea too I love it! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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You sighed in relief as you and the boys finished the last of the glass containers in the DADA classroom “Can we go?” Sirius asks your professor

“Not quite, since you all decided to skip yesterday’s lesson to turn the Ravenclaw’s quidditch gear pink…” you all start sniggering before shutting up as the man glares “…you lot missed our lesson on boggarts, therefore one of you must volunteer to cast the Riddikulus charm on theirs…only then are you free to leave” he says smugly looking at the five of you “So, who will it be?”

Remus and Sirius collapse into themselves, you knew why, James and your boyfriend also looked a little nervous so you decided to go for it, hoping they’ll remember that the next time you ask them for something “I do it” you volunteer

Stepping towards the rattling wardrobe you pulled out your wand, you really had no clue what was going to come out “Ready?” he asks

“No” you half scoff gaining chuckles from your friends and a small eye roll from your professor

He opens the wardrobe, at first nothing happens and a part of you hoped the boggart decided to go on vacation, but then little things started scurrying out of it…rats! A swarm of them coming towards you, nope fuck this, you think as you scramble onto the nearest desk yelling as you go

“Ew no, ew…no no no nope-ity nope” you squeal shaking as you stand on the desk the rats running around in a circle around it “Please do something” you bounce up and down on the desk hoping your friends would help but they’re…laughing?

Sirius and James have lost it, bent over in contagious laughter while Remus’ lips are pressed together as he tries his best to contain his, your boyfriend however looks mildly nervous, okay mild was an understatement, maybe was he scared of them too?

“Pete help please!” you plead gaining his attention, fluttering your eyelashes his face softens 

“Use the charm pumpkin, imagine them wearing little hats or something” he suggests even if there is an evident lump in his throat

You nod taking your wand and picturing all of them with little top hats “Riddikulus” you say but nothing happens, you bounce a little more on the balls of your feet psyching yourself up before trying again “Riddikulus…yes!” you celebrate as the rats run back into the wardrobe with cute little top hats…they still freaked you out but at least they looked amusing now

“Well done miss Y/l/n…” you teacher nods closing the wardrobe and locking it “Now get off of my desk and out of my class room” he eyes you and the boys, his tone light hearted

Sirius and James turn to Peter as you slip off of the desk bashfully “I know what I’m buying you for Christmas” James teases

“Oh…” Sirius taps James arm quickly “…get a monocle too”

“Shut up” Peter hushes as you join his side “Hi Pumpkin” he gives you a cringy smile

“That was something” you giggle “I’m getting you lot back for laughing at me though” you point at them before turning to your boyfriend “Can we get out of here rats give me the heebie-jeebies” you shiver clutching onto his arm making the boys chuckle “Stop it” you pout

“Course” Peter says giving the boys a weird look as he heads to the door the boys parting and bowing as he passes 

“Right this way oh gentle Pete” Sirius says

“I tip my hat to you” James gestures as if he has a hat earing a discreet elbow to the gut as Peter passes him

As you exit you turn to Peter “What was that about?” you ask confused

He shakes his head kissing your cheek “Nothing, don’t worry your pretty little head about it” he says and as you hug him his brain goes into overdrive, maybe we’ll just never tell her

Thank you for reading 💛

[misterewrites]

Year Two and a Halfish (Threads of Fate)

Hi! E here still alive. Been. a while. Sorry if you were expecting updates sooner my laptop was having some serious black screen issues and every attempt at sending it to get repaired is getting stonewalled and honestly it's infuriating and yeah. That happened. Hopefully this time it gets properly fixed and i can go back to writing consistently. I'm just using my mom's laptop to write in the meantime.

So it's super late but Merry Christmas @hains-mae! WOO! this is her gift that she requested at the time (I was pretty surprised when she wanted me to write this story but then i was promptly told she wanted her Solider Poet King for her birthday so that explained everything haha.

I started working on this a few days ago and unfortunately something happened here in America relates in a small part to the story. Honestly maybe I'm overreacting or overthinking it but I also know a lot of people read this story and i rather be overly prepped than accidentally not doing enough

Mae wanted a situation where Jason loses it after you, the reader, is injured. She gave me little requests like Robin's line and has to end in all warm feel goodness (cuz i am not legally allowed to write angst haha) so I have chosen that the reader is shot in the shoulder.

Yeah my little thing makes sense now.

It gets a bit intense, maybe? I can never tell cuz I'm writing it. Like i said I could be overthinking this but heads up. It also does end very sweet and homely and all that goodness so no worries. If you don't feel like reading it I understand.

Stay safe everyone. Lose yourself in a story whether it be mine or someone else's and just relax. breath. It'll be okay. Even if it seems like a lot right now.

So yeah hopefully I'll have my laptop fixed and we're all good but at least for now i have an alternate means of writing! Next is probably Mirror's Edge, Mae's birthday gift, Mirror's edge, another gift i owe but that's a personal one that won't be posted.

Be safe, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Wear masks (i know i know but remember you can pass them on to people with compromised immune systems.) remember to get the vaccine or booster cuz it'll help make it bearable. It's okay to just exist and be and let the world pass you by. One step at a time together. Also vaccine worldwide push for it cuz it's important and frankly whatever you feel is important. The issues that matter to you and remember. It'll be okay.

That's it for me! E is out have a great week and i'll see you really soon!

If you want to read this from the start you can find the whole story on this really awesome site right here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/29955270/chapters/73737858

For the rest of my work that includes some awesome original work (so i am told haha) Arcane Legend of Zelda and Soul Eater you can find that over here https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/pseuds/MrE42

Summary: A few months later, you are trying to get to work when a very unfortune thing happens. For better or worse Red Hood is saving the day.

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It’s pretty cold right now. I…I don’t recall ever feeling this cold before.

Wait. That’s not…true. I think. I’m pretty sure I’ve been this cold before.

Have I?

Whenever Mister Freeze has a snow day it gets really cold.

I feel for him, I do but...

God it’s cold. Or is it warm? My head is warm. Hands not so much. Feet freezing too.

Am I cold? I can’t tell. Everything is a lot right now. The floor is damp I know that much. I can see my breath frozen midair for a moment.

Someone is yelling, waving something towards me from overhead but I can’t focus. Everything’s a bit blurry.

Why does my side hurt? Fuck did I pull something again? I really hope not. I have work tomorrow. Eww wet too. Did I spill something?

Wait, no. Today. I have work today. Right now I think. What time is it?

Shit why do I feel weak? Arm’s shaking too. I didn’t forget to eat again did I? Ugh Jason’s going to kill me.

Hee, Jason. He’s soooo handsome. I have no idea why he wants out hang with me though. He is way out of my league. Like he’s fucking Batman’s son! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO IMPRESS THE ACTUAL SON OF BATMAN!?

Mister Wayne? Bruce? Bruce. No not Bruce. I’ve never met him, I don’t think I can be on a first name basis with freaking Batman if I’ve never met him. Well him him. I’ve been saved by the bats before. Few times actually.

I should really thank him for Jason. He’s just amazing.

Okay so maybe I drank a lot. Why am I thinking of Jason?

Ugh, this asshat is yelling at me still. What the hell does he want? He’s talking to me right? Ugh my head’s pounding, I can’t hear anything.

The guy seems frantic, keeps looking back expecting something but I have no idea what. He just keeps gesturing to his open hand. What the fuck does he…

FUCK! That’s right this asshole shot me!

I wince as the sound turns back on all at once: The angry honking of impatient drivers, the numbing chatter of a thousand people living in a concrete jungle as one. The adrenaline is making my senses so sharp I can hear the dripping water splatting against the cold floor of the alley.

I must’ve gone into shock without realizing it. I mean I was just shot so can you blame me?

My shoulder is burning with a white hot pain I only felt twice in my life: Once when Bane slammed a mailbox into me and when I was 12 and I was really trying to…

You know what? Not important. More pressing matters right now.

I remember now that my flight or fight kicked in: I was late to work and I tried cutting through an alley for a shortcut.

Terrible idea in Gotham I know but this one was brightly lit. I didn’t think anyone was stupid enough to try anything.

So naturally the universe decides to give me the one stupidest person who would try.

He waves his gun at me again (it was a gun. Duh.) but honestly I’m too wired to care. Plus he shot a hole in my favorite jacket! AND IT’S GOT BLOOD RUNNING DOWN IT! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET BLOOD OUT OF CLOTHING?! Really fucking hard.

Oh. Shit. I’m bleeding out. That’s probably important too.

I try to pick myself off the floor but he takes a step forward, threatening me with the gun again.

“I’ll shoot!” he yells.

Even now, with the last possible moments of my life slipping away, I can’t help but be a smartass.

“You already did you asshat! Shooting me again isn’t gonna make me want to give you my money anymore than the first time!”

Gonna die as I lived: Sassy.

He clicks the hammer on the gun, prepping it to fire again.

I…I feel numb. The adrenaline lessens the pain but it’s still mind dumbing. I just want to scream and fight and yell and go down swinging.

But that’s not who I am. I’m not some superhero or even a regular hero. I’m just a person trying to make my way through this chaotic journey called life. I couldn’t even get up and now because some idiot wants the 10 bucks and a very, very old video rental card to a place that doesn’t exist anymore in my wallet, it was about to end.

I could feel fear bite at my resolve, a dreadful overwhelming sense of finality wash over me. Goosebumps crawled down my skin, the air felt stuffy and too cold all at once as time slowed to a crawl.

I….

I can’t even think.

I’m just scared. I don’t want to go out this way.

I took a deep breath and close my eyes.

I think of my mom, waiting for my phone call later.

I think about Jason Jr, a cat I adopted by accident cuz he had streak of white that was way too familiar. Feed them once and every Jason refuses to leave you.

I do my best to not think of him but Jason Jr leads to Jason the human: His piercing blue eyes that feel like he’s seeing deep into my soul. His messy black hair with that one streak of white that made him so iconic, so distinct from his brothers. The various knicks, tiny bruises, cuts and scars from years being Robin then the Red Hood. Invisible from afar but so, so clear up close.

I can hear his laugh, mostly teasing but with a hint of warmth when I do something dumb. The way shows off his prowess with a knife and how proud he beams when I clap excitedly. Wide smirks when we get into one of our playful chats and jabs. The small smile that graces his lips when he thinks I’m not looking. The quiet thoughtful look when something troubles him. A distance gaze only someone who has experienced for too much has.

I see Jason in my mind but I don’t want that. I want to look him in eye when he tries to be all broody and cool. I want to mess with his hair and tease him about his terrible tastes in books. I want to see him again!

Not like this. No fucking way. I have no idea how I’m going to go but I refuse to let it be like this.

I snap out of my stupor, time seemingly unmoved by whatever deeply reflective crap I just did.

He still has his hand on the gun. I’m still on the floor and this still sucks.

I prep my body, tensing and wincing from my aching shoulder but I try not to be distracted. One shot and whether it works or not, I’m not going to go quietly.

“JUST GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!” the man screams hysterically.

“Fuck you.” I spit out as I’m ready to make my move.

The red string tied around my finger slackens, distracting me at a really bad time but suddenly goes taut like someone is pulling at it.

A thud is all I hear and suddenly the guy is gone. Just vanished into thin air.

I weakly try to stand but my legs turn to jelly and honestly I’m not in fight or flight anymore. I’m in “the floor is nice and solid and I’m just gonna lay here” mode.

So I do just that and fall back on the floor and decide to exist for like the next ten minutes.

I mean I would’ve if something didn’t pick me up.

“Are you okay?” A voice asks, young. Younger than me at least.

“Umm.” I smartly reply.

The young man hums thoughtfully “You’ve been shot.”

“Yeah. That thing.”

“Shock.” He concludes before slipping my good arm over his neck and helps me over to a wall. I take this sec to look and am unsurprised to find Red Robin at my side.

“JA.…” Someone else from above calls out, nearly saying a full name before realizing his mistakes “HOOD!”

Hood? Jason. Jason is the Hood. Jason is here. God I’m tired.

He doesn’t respond if he is here.

A figure elegantly sails through the air, tucking into an impossible swan dive only a skilled master of acrobatics whose trained his entire life could manage so effortlessly.

Plus that’s Nightwing’s ass. It doesn’t matter where you land on orientation, everyone in Gotham and Bludhaven knows that ass.

“HOOD!” Nightwing shouts, less cheery goofyball as per his usual self and more firm. More worried.

Red Robin looks now and his practiced, measured posture drops. He doesn’t even bother to hide his brother’s name.

“Jason. Jason stop! JASON!”

Nightwing has already broken into a full sprint towards where I assume Jason is but Red Robin take a second to make sure I’m comfortable. He places me against the wall and hands me a thick cloth to press over my shoulder. A second later and he’s off. My eyes follow and land on Jason.

Except he’s not Jason right now. He’s Red hood and the difference is….staggering to be honest.

I…forget who he is, the brand of justice he deals out with harsh sentences. Somehow, despite how we first met, I managed to split Jay and Hood into two different entities. Two different people who never happened to be in the same room at the same time.

But now, seeing Jason rain blow and blow upon my attacker, I see it.

Jason favors his right side. He’s amberidext-something but that’s from years of training. He says it feels more natural to him, easier for him to focus on other things.

Red likes using the right too. He’s just a fraction faster using his favored side and it’s clear even with his build that he is quick and there’s power in each punch.

Jason is light on his feet but has a solid stance. He loves to boast how it takes all his siblings to hold back him even if he’s not really trying to break free.

Nightwing can’t stop him neither can Red Robin. They’ve all had the same training from the same teacher but they’re not the same. They all have their strengths: Nightwing was blessed with an inhuman grace (and ass). RR is as smart as Batman and just as capable as a detective.

But Jason? Just a force of nature. Pure muscle and strength only equaled by his mentor and with a will to match.

They could barely slow the battle crazed Hood. It took all they had to pull him back but I could see by the sweat on their brows that it was only a matter of time before he broke free from their grasp. He was like a shark that smelled blood in the water and he wasn’t going to stop until he felt the price of injustice had been paid.

Another figure descended from the roof, smaller in stature and wearing an all too iconic yellow and black outfit: Robin. Well the newest Robin since everyone here minus me was Robin at some point.

You know when you’re drained of adrenaline you get reeeeeeally out of it.

Robin cautiously approached the trashing Red Hood, well aware of how dangerous his brother could be.

“Todd.” Robin spoke firmly “This is wrong. You know this is wrong.”

“Yeah Jay!” Nightwing pitched in quickly “And that’s coming from the kid. Imagine how you’re acting if he’s saying that.”

Robin openly glared “Watch your tongue Grayson.”

“Guys, could we deal with the rampaging Jason before we start snipping at each other?” Red Robin pleaded with immense strain.

Nightwing tightened his grip “Jay please. They’re watching.”

Jason’s shoulders slump as realization dawned on him. I could physically note when the exact moment the fight left him.

And me as I promptly passed out.

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I wish I could tell you after such a harrowing ordeal that I reflected with a deep and newly acquired profound understanding of my existence, the importance of living each day to the fullest and my place in the universe for really I am the instrument in which the universe….

Yeah no. I woke up on a cloud and instantly hated existing cuz pain is not fun.

I’m not exaggerating by the way. I found myself on the most comfortable bed I have ever been. It was like it was molded for me, shaping around my body in a way that didn’t aggravate my aches. I mean it didn’t stop them but I’ll take anything I could get.

“I see you are awake.”

I couldn’t even flail so I settled for screaming at the top of my lungs.

The most British older gentleman I have ever seen regarded me with a stony face of indifference though I swore I saw a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

“I must admit I have never illicit that particular response before.” He said dryly complete with stiff upper lip “But I can see why it is Master Bruce’s favorite.”

I could feel my cheeks burn “Ah yes. Sorry I….sorry. Umm good morning mister…?”

The man gave a bow “Pennyworth. Normally I would ask you to refer to me as such but seeing as young Master Jason has spoken about you at great length and detail it seems only fair we are on a more familiar basis. Alfred is my name.”

I chuckled nervously as realization dawns on me “Yes. Please forgive me…Alfred? Sir? I…Long night.”

“I should say so what with that bullet lodged in your shoulder.”

I could feel my shoulder ache dully at the reminder.

“Ugh I gotta get to a hospital huh? Don’t want to get lead poisoning. Umm Alfred, sir, do you know if Gotham Blue covers gunshot wounds? My brain is still a bit scrambled.” I speak honestly.

Even his laugh is dry “Do not worry. I have taken the liberty of removing the round as you were sleeping. It made the process simpler and more efficient. A refreshing change of pace I will admit. My usual patients like to insist very serious gunshot wounds fall under the category of merely a ‘scratch’.”

I opened my mouth to reply but someone else answered for me “We’re bats Alfred. Comes with the territory that we get shot at.”

Jason sauntered into the room lazily but I knew he’d been worried: His hair was extra messy and matted, his shoulders slumped as his posture hunched over. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, probably fiddling with whatever he had inside. His gaze was intensely focused on Alfred but I could see him struggling not to look at me.

Alfred’s gave a slight smile “Ah yes. Forgive me Master Todd but I do recall there is quite the difference between being shot at and being shot in general. One many of you seem to have difficulty grasping.”

Jason shrugged, unsure what to say.

“Beg your pardon” Alfred turned to me “I must prepare breakfast. I shall be back shortly with some French toast and fresh bandages for your wound.”

With a polite bow Alfred briskly left the room and sent a scurrying of hurried feet racing from the door.

Silence, not awkward but still tense. The lingering sense of shame filled the air.

Jason wouldn’t look at me.

“Your siblings will be back soon.” I nudged him helpfully “If you want a private conversation I’d say we got like 5 minutes.”

“Twenty.” Jason mumbled uneasily “They really like to scatter to make sure no one is suspicious but Alfred and Bruce know us too well to fall for it. Alfred will suddenly find tiny and convenient issues around the house to prevent them from circling back and Bruce will track one or two down to have a quick chat.”

“Neat.” I said honestly.

Silence fell over us again but I knew it was because Jason was gathering his thoughts into words. When things really mattered he always took his time.

“I’m sorry.” He said, still refusing to meet my gaze.

I scoffed loudly “I wasn’t aware you shot me.”

“This isn’t the time for being a smartass!”

“It isn’t the time for being a dumbass either but here you are.”

“I know you saw me.”

I sighed deeply “Of course I saw you. What, do you think I never wanna see you again?”

Jason remained quiet.

“Look.” I tried to sit up “I’m not gonna pretend like I know what your life’s been like and what you did last night was…a lot.”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse.” He said but I ignored him.

“Make me Jay.”

Jason whirled around so quick I nearly didn’t see him gently push me onto back.

“Oww.” I wheezed but Jason held a firm yet careful hold on me “Cheater.”

“How? How did I cheat?” Jason gave a cutely offended look.

I snort “Alphabetically or chronologically?”

Jason glared “If you say Batman trained me one more time…”

“Am I lying?” I smirked “The most training I got was little league and I sucked at it.”

“You hit a homerun once” He offered helpfully.

I rolled my eyes playfully “I hit home, not a homerun. Big diff Jay.”

“True. Only you could hit the homebase and send it flying 5 feet.”

“Hey! It was 20 feet. Minimum.”

“Mhm sure. My bad.” Jason finally grinned “I suppose you also managed to get 5 points for doing that too.”

“Don’t forget the scholarship too! You always forget the scholarship.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“No!”

“Duh!”

We stared at each other deeply for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

Well Jason did. I took one breath and suddenly I was violently coughing.

“Oww oww oww.”

“Idiot.” He mumbled as he tucked me into the sheets.

I gave a cheesy grin “Worth it.”

Jason raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“Okay no, not really” I admitted “That hurt way more than I was expecting.”

“Rest.” Jason threatened me with arms crossed.

I was too tired to care the words “Only if you’re here to keep an eye on me.” Tumbled out of my mouth before I thought better.

Jason shifted guiltily “Look I…”

In for a pound. I gently placed on my hand over his “We’ll talk about it later. For now it’s over and honestly I really don’t wanna think about it this second. I am just….really happy to see you Jay.”

He took my hand in his.

“You really need to stop taking shortcuts.” He scolded lightly.

“Hey!” I raised my free hand defensively “There were lights! What kind of idiot tries to rob someone in a well lit alley?!”

“The one that shot you yesterday.”

“No shit Jay.” I glared openly at him but all he did was smirk in response.

As beautiful as this moment was, I had to ruin it. A thought began to bother me and Jason noticed.

Jason motioned with his head “Don’t think too hard. Your body can’t handle the strain right now.”

“Oh shut it. You said Bruce was gonna intercept your siblings, right?”

“Umm yeah.” Jason was unsure where I was going with this “He pretends to be emotionally constipated but he’s very good at bed side manner and respectful with privacy.”

I nodded in agreement “Have you ever brought anyone to here?”

Jason’s face fell “Oh no.”

“Emotionally constipated? You’re being unusually kind today Jason.”

The doors flung open and in strode the one, the only, the myth, the legend and Jay’s father: Bruceman.

Shit I mean Batwayne. Brucebat.

Bruce motherfreaking Wayne gave me a million dollar smile “Hello I’m Bruce Wayne. It is so nice to meet you. Jason never brings any of his friends over.”

I could feel myself pale as I stared dumbfounded at his outstretched hand.

Then I promptly passed out.

[peterpan1234567]

Dexter Charming Smut

A.N: Okay so I’m writing this cause I’ve had a thing for dexter charming ever since I watched Ever After High and I can only find shit on dating and I don’t like blonds so yeah. Hope you like it…

It was a normal day in the ever after high school cafeteria the royals sat and talked about there happy ever afters while the Rebel girls well they talked about dating and the guys well they talked about everything and nothing all at once.

Faith Quinn was sat by Raven Queen daughter of the Evil Queen, Maddie Hatter daughter of the mad hatter and Hunter Huntsmen while they were all talking about whatever Faith was starring at a certain royal that she refused to admit she liked. Dexter Charming.

Most girls they were head over heals for Daring but Faith never had a thing for the outgoing brother that only paid attention to himself she was drawn to the shy brother that didn’t talk much and kept to himself.

”Hello earth to Faith.” Raven was snapping her fingers in front of Faiths face trying to get her attention. It wasn’t really working till Hunter started throwing food at her knocking her out of her starring.

“Who’s the lucky rebel that has Faith Quinn starring at them I bet it’s Sparrow,” Hunter always thought that he liked you so of course he would say him. “Eww gross never in a million years would I day Sparrow I would rather jump into acid like my mom did.”

Raven and Maddie laughed they knew who you were starting at you were all roommates before Apple made Raven be hers it’s kind of hard to hide a drawing book full of Dexter Drawings from your roommates especially when they are always looking over your shoulder at what your doing. “Well if it’s not Sparrow then who is it come on tell me you can trust me.” It’s not the fact that you didn’t trust him it’s just the fact that you didn’t know if he would like the idea of a royal and a rebel together.

“It’s no one okay so just drop it Hunter you’re never finding out who I have a crush on.” “Okay we’ll see about that now won’t we I have my ways,” “Yeah sure using animals and axes won’t help you here.” He rolled his eyes at the comment and was about to say something but then the bell rang dismissing everyone to their next class. “Gotta go guys keep guessing Hunter I enjoy you being wrong.” “Haha I’ll get it one just you wait.” You laughed and rolled your eyes before walking off to your next class that just so happened to be the only one you had to sit by Dexter in positions with Rumpelstiltskin you hated him.

Faiths always the first person to class she uses the shortcut to avoid being late since being late means you get 50% off of your final grade. You liked potions just not the professor he was so uptight and mean and always called you out when you were looking at Dexter.

Today you weren’t the first one Dexter was he had his head resting in both his hands and was looking at the board his glasses falling just the slit test bit off the top of his nose before getting out the stuff he needed for the lesson. You sat down trying not to look at him and you to grabbed out everything you needed for the lesson but on accident you grabbed your drawing book the only had Dexter in it without noticing.

Faith had just gotten out her pen to write down the word son the board so she wouldn’t forget later when Dexter turned towards her. “Hey Faith do you have the notes from yesterday I forgot to write them down if you don’t mind letting me copy them.” This was the first time Dexter had talked to you without it being in your imagination “Um yeah sure let me get them.” You opened your notebook but it wasn’t your notebook it was your drawing book Faith quickly closed the book hoping Dexter didn’t see and went to look for her potions book.

“Sorry I had the wrong book here’s the notes.” “Thank you so much I owe you one know.” You were so happy he said it so happily you couldn’t help the best that went straight to your face but looked away before he could notice. Dexter soon gave back your notes and the lesson started right after the door slammed shut keeping anyone who’s late out of the room. “Good morning class today we will be going over everything in chapter 3.” At the front of the room there was Apple White and Raven Apple was always a show off and you just hated her but didn’t know why.

Rumpelstiltskin Started to pour a bunch of things into the beaker making most of the class lost or confused with what they were trying to do. You had read chapter three it was basically a recap of chapter two but it was a potion for making a butterfly and you found it interesting so you new what you were doing even without Rumpelstiltskin’s horrible demonstration.

You put a bunch of this into the beaker while Apple had of course already done it perfectly and Raven somehow managed to make it as well somehow and you only had one more ingredient you put in the leafs and put came a black and red butterfly it matched you like how Ravens was purple and Apples was bright colors. “Well done miss White, Queen, and Quinn you will all get a B- as for the rest of you, YOU FAIL!” He always shouted even when you didn’t want him to it’s like it brought him joy to put you kids in pain to be fair it was quite funny though.

Everyone started to put there things away as you looked over at Dexter you saw his glasses were crooked and his hair was all spiked from the beakers exploding from the failed potion. Even when he looked like this he still looked perfect and you couldn’t wait to draw this photo of him in your book once you got to yours and Maddie’s dorm.

You made sure you had everything before leaving the room and heading to the dorms that was your last class you and Maddie walked together and as always she talked in riddles it was funny but you never really knew what most of them meant just her living up to her name of the mad hatter I guess. You reached your dorm and immediately Maddie said.

“So how did it go with Dexter I saw you talking today?” “He just asked for my notes it wasn’t a big deal okay.” She set her stuff down on her side of the room while you got out your sketch book to draw yet another picture of Dexter while you sat in your window thing you had. Raven walked in a few minutes into you drawing Dexter and said she needed you and Maddie to help her with something about Throwncoming and having to get back the story book of legends while she told her story you were able to finish your drawing and where ready to go you put your shoes back on and where oht the door following Raven and Maddie.

Cedar Wood came with you to the place that only came there on throwncoming you halfway listened to Baba Yaga about this place when she spoke about it earlier you never really cared your mom didn’t leave anything just the annoyance of having to live up too her which you didn’t want to do. Cedar used her truth glasses to find the story book of legends in the story book of legends ironic right I know you found the boom but when you touched it, it pulled all of you in Briar Beauty. Apple White, Raven Queen , Maddie Hatter, Blondie Locks, Cupid, Ashlyn Ella, Cedar Wood , and Faith Quinn all sucked into the story book of legends.

You all fell in a circle of standing books that also looked like the story book of legends all of them did. There was nine books just like there was nine of you but which story was whose you all decided that you were just going to go with the boom closest to you. When you went into the book you had to have been in Briars story sleeping for 100 years didn’t sound fun to you how hard could it be right just keep your finger off of the spindle and bam your done right? Talking to yourself in your head made you throw your hands up and prick your finger and all you saw was back after that.

Almost everyone else had made it back Briar felt bad for Raven about how her story went the only people left were you and Apple Briar guessed that Apple had her story and went after her and Maddie and Raven went to get you. Seeing as you had Briars story that meant Apple had your but what was taking her so long?

One second you were asleep and the next you had everyone but Apple and Briar looking down at you. “Am I dead or something?” They all laughed and said no “Wait where’s Briar and Apple?” Raven answered first “We don’t know Apple had your story and Briar thought she had her and so she went to get Apple but neither of them have come back out yet.” You were horrified you knew how your destiny ended and that was you drowning in acid like your mom was supposed to but since she married the joker you can marry your brother and would have no one to save you from it so you bolted towards the book that held your story hoping to wasn't to late for Apple and Briar.

When you got there they were still breathing and not in the acid to your surprise but instead unconscious on the floor. Then you saw your mom Harley Quinn holding her signature bat and the scroll you need to get from her what was this your worst nightmare happening right know. You didn’t want to see your mom ever again not after she tried to kill you when your dad died and here she was again trying it the same way. “Ah there you are I was waiting for when you were going to show up I like them you won’t be unconscious by the time we’re done you’ll be dead drowning in acid.”

You didn’t say anything but instead grabbed a crowbar that was on the ground. If there’s one thing your father taught you it’s to fight the right was and win hit them in the back of the knee then the pressure point in the neck knock them right out.

But you knew your mother would think you do that so instead you went for a headlock with the bar getting her to slightly lose some of her air but hey she won’t need it right she not real anyway. You held the bar to her neck till she stopped kicking you and focused on trying to breath the. You grabbed the scroll and threw her into the acid so she could t stop you from leaving again.

Soon enough you Briar and Apple were out of your story and everyone looked at you all weird you were coughing and so were Apple and Briar but only front eh loss of air. Apple looked at you for a second then told you “I am so sorry Faith no one should have to have a story like that.” Briar nodded agreeing with Apples statement just because they saw how your story ends doesn’t mean you were going to be all friends with them now no thank you. It before anyone could say anything you were all being pulled out of the book again but you all still had the pages.

it was a silent walk back until you wanted to know who had who’s story. “So who had what story?” Maddie spoke first almost sad and happy at the same time. “I had cupids and let me tell you it is not just all shoot arrows and fall in love not as fun as I thought it would be.” Then Blondie spoke “I had Maddie’s never going to her house on a holiday.” Maddie laughed and hugged Blondie. Then Raven. “I had Apples not the best way to almost die.” Apple looked up and even though you knew already said “I had Faiths and nothing is going to beat hers.” You rolled your eyes she was feeling sorry just because of a story how pathetic.

Briar looked up as well. “I had Ravens I am so sorry by the way I had no Idea.” Even Ashlynn who you forgot was there. “I had Cedars story never thought I would hate lying so much.” Everyone laughed at that. “Well at least you didn’t have Blondie’s she’s got a lot of running ahead of her.” Cedar said it as if it was nothing. Cupid went next. “I had Ashlyn’s never knew it felt like that to have the shoe on the other foot.” Then it was only you left. “Well I had Briars never thought I wouldn’t want to sleep again till know.” Turns out the pages were for Jilles Grimm’s curse and not the real storybook oh well at least now less time of having to have your destiny planed out for you.

And you were back at the castle thank god it was time for the Throwncoming dance but you weren’t going to go since all you would do is stand around and watch as everyone else danced. You and Maddie were walking back to your dorm room since she was going to go to the dance and you were going to stay there she wanted help to pick out a mad enough dress for her and by the time the dance came she looked as mad as ever (in the good way though). You were about to go to sleep when you realized your drawing book was missing you forgot to put it up before you left and now it’s not in the window thing.

You looked for it everywhere and then decided since it wasn’t in your stuff that you would ask Maddie if she new where it was. Faith waked down to where the dance was and instead of seeing Maddie like she wanted she say her drawing book in the hands of Duchess Swan on stage showing the drawings to everyone including Dexter. Before you could stop yourself you ran back to your dorm and hoped that no one saw you to save you more embarrassment never been more happy that I hate dances now.

What were you going to do you had classes tomorrow WITH DEXTER what would he think you can’t go no you can’t and you won’t. Maddie walked in after about another ten minutes of Faith thinking about what she was going to do but she had her sketchbook in hand and gave it back to her without saying a word. “I thought you might want it back I found it .” You looked at her amazed she lied to you. “Don’t lie I went looking for it and saw Duchess showing everyone the drawings.” You opened to book to find everything still the you left it thank god.

“You know since you didn’t come she didn’t get the reaction she wanted I only got the book because I got it out of her hands before the pictures of him sleeping.” “THANK YOU SO MUCH I FORGOT I DREW THOSE.” You practically screamed it at her. “Are you going to classes tomorrow or not?” Maddie knew the answer was most likely no but still wanted to ask. “I don’t even know anymore if I don’t Duchess gets what she wants and if I do then I have to face Dexter and everyone and we both know Hunters going to make fun of me for finding out who I like finally.” “Oh if Hunters what you then don’t worry he already knew.” “WAIT WHAT HOW?” “You told me and Cedar heard you say Dexter and so when Hunter asked her she has no choice but to tell the truth.” “Oh my god so he was just messing with me this whole time.” “Yeah pretty much. I’m going to bed now have a wondertastic night!” Maddie said before she fell asleep instantly when she touched her bed something I wish I could do. What am I going to do tomorrow Dexter knows. That what I stayed up thinking about all night till I just passed out.

A.N: I decided to make this a series last minute so maybe part two tomorrow or today I don’t know it almost three is I go to bed it’s past my time but hope you liked the story and more parts to come with smut I promise and more Dexter too 😜🤪.

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E9 (part 2)

What's my Line: part 1

After yesterday's long rant and ramble I am back to doing my normal recaps.

Cordelia's test indicating she would be good as a personal shopper, which is very logical, but also a motivational speaker. Maybe not now, but certainly after some personal growth, I could see that happening.

Xander as a prison guard? No. Definitely not.

Buffy does become a police officer in the comics, so her test was accurate. But the line about police brutality, yikes in this day and age.

Even Giles thinks other watchers were long winded and pompous.

Nine yards of what? The whole nine yards? Where does that phrase come from? I put it in my notes to look it up, but I am too lazy to do so because I am currently ill, and it's almost 11pm at the time of writing this the day before this is supposed to be published.

Yeah, dead Buffy jokes do not go down well with Giles.

Order of Taraka bounty hunters made up of demon, humans and other possible creatures.

Willow being headhunted by a tech company and now she meets Oz for the first time.

Even Giles thinks that law enforcement would be good career choice for Buffy.

Taraka members take their places, with some misdirection as to who one of them is.

Where did Kendra come from in the cargo hold to be able to surprise the guy?

SMG can actually ice skate.

Go Buffy, for using said ice skates to slice a bad guy's head off. Has that been done in a horror movie before, using a ice skate to kill someone? I feel like it has but I don't know where.

I wrote in my notes that I wish Spike would snuggle up with me the way he does with Drusilla, but since then I have been on a Jason Sudeikis thing (God damn you Ted Lasso for this) so as much as I love Spike and still find him attractive, my attention has been diverted elsewhere. But honestly, who doesn't want to be snuggled up to someone they love?

See Angel, Darla was wrong. Buffy did see your vampiric face and still want to kiss you.

Even Giles is freaked out by the Order turning up. That's definitely bad.

Dude made up of bugs. Eww.

Buffy's first interaction with Oz does not go well. Oh Oz, you have no idea how tense she is.

The next best place for Buffy to be is at Angel's since very few know where he lives. It's a smart move.

Girl take your shoes off before getting into bed. It's a pet peeve of mine when people put their shoes on furniture. You've been outside wearing them and will have dirt and stuff on them, why would you what to put them on things you sit or sleep on?

We meet Willy for the first time. I wonder what happens to him, because they stop bringing him back after season 4, I think?

Angel, honey, of course Spike sent to Order to kill Buffy. Who else would it be? Be logical about this my guy.

Kendra kicks ass. Mostly Angel's ass.

Xander is the first one to call the group 'the scooby gang'. Of course SMG would later go on to play Daphne in the James Gunn live action films and also marries Fred from the films too.

Is this the first time we see the Summer's house living room properly? I think it is.

Oh shit, two slayers! Well, Buffy did die last season, apparently there is no waiting time for when the next person gets called.

Part 1 of part 2 will be uploaded tomorrow.

I am thinking about posting Ted Lasso episode recaps on weekends to break up the Buffy recaps. I've watched season 1 of it and have notes ready to write up, it's just about finding a good time to do it. So it won't be this weekend or next but definitely in the future. I'll see what works.

[lovesaadiqa]

here cause I need to be but I don't wanna write. ion't wanna admit it to myself. feel like shit though, again. alone, again. unloved, again. tired, again. sad, again. feel like running, again! read me a couple books, I always land in the pages of someone else thoughts when mine are too much. escapism when all else fails but im choosy about what I ingest when im scared to face life. it's always a book that tells me im a weak bitch by choice or Abraham hicks or I hate you by Sza. im learning slowly about the insecurity other people introduce into my vibration when I want to "vent" so my stubborn ass aint answered my phone or called nobody in almost 10 days. you know I read that women complain about their problems to be comforted/heard & men do it for answers/solutions. fuck it, I aint telling nobody my problems but me, people really leave when I open up, when I decide to be vulnerable, when I show the scars, talk about the pain, ask for help, they mf leave me. im never good enough, too damaged, too painful, too angry.

anyway, first book was "the subtle art of not giving a fuck" - the most important thing I learned was thinking of every situation like someone left a baby on my step. Whether the baby arriving is my fault or not I am responsible for the baby and my actions are 1000% my choice.. I have a choice in how to deal. The baby signifies hardship, conflict, dilemmas, negativity and trauma. how the fuck are you going to deal? it also gives an equation for identifying whether I have good or poor values and how to measure said value against my beliefs. I want my brand to be "constant composure" (phrase also coined from a book "7 days in June") a bitch don't wanna be rocked by anything. if me and 1.8 million ppl got the same "baby" i want to be #1 in handling it with a sense of urgency, grace and full composure.

second is "untethered soul" - I learned about how to listen to and feel my emotions from a conscious awareness point of view. give the voice I hear in my head a body and set her next to me like a bff. the idea to see how wacky and all over the place your bff is, why she exists and why you allow her to manipulate how you deal. there's also pulling back from the tv.. its like understanding how into a movie you can be that you feel you're in it but in reality your sitting in your living room.. your mind is fully encompassed by what is happening in the movie. the idea is to pull back from you life, still watch the movie but notice the coffee table, the traffic outside, the couch.. it's understanding that there is still so much going on around you but you're too consume to see it, you think youre apart of the movie "the emotions, feelings, thoughts and senses" when all actuality you're just watching it. this concept is so heavy for me and needs so much more discipline for me to grasp it but there is away to watch my emotions and not become a part of them or believing they're me.

growth is a bitch! I want it, badly. I learn all these ways to heal my inner child and adopt better behavioral practices and how to change my perspective but in the moment.. instinctual reaction or a destructive behavioral pattern. shut yo ass out fast asf no matter what I stand to lose. I hate it bad, the lack of self control.. eww.

faced with leaving my place and I see all ten kinds of attachment issues showing face. tryna teach myself to ask where the emotions are coming from when I experience something and right now it's discomfort. I know all too well what thats like and the idea of having to live through that again is blocking my energy. I've realized I need to make myself my home not no carpeted 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath, 2 story townhouse, me! after I pushed everyone away all that's left is admitting im running from me! I need to find a way to be ok no matter what's in front of me.. no matter where I go I should feel that 2 story glass penthouse vibe within me.. utter joy. a bitch scared as hell but I'd be a fool to not understand that im chained to this daunting life lesson and cannot move until I figure it out. letting that sink in is leaving me a fucking fist full of tears.

“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin

[petri808]

If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊

Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?

“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.

“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”

“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.

Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”

“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”

“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”

Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”

Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.

As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.

Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—

“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”

Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”

“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”

Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”

“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”

‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.

“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”

The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.

Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’

“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”

“No.”

Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”

‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”

Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?

“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”

Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…

“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”

Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.

“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”

“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”

“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.

Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”

Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.

“Natsu, what are you—”

Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.

“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”

“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.

“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.

“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”

Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”

“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.

His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”

She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…

“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”

Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.

Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.

“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…

In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.

“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”

After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.

“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”

“Why not?”

Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”

“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”

She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”

Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”

“Later?”

The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”

[wornoutmouse]

Iwaizumi x poc

Warnings: locker room smex, agressesive, light degradation

Can ya'll tell I don't know shit about volleyball rules. Can ya also tell I ain't finished Haikyuu so I'm writing for people I don't even know lmao.

"Damn it!" Iwaizumi cursed as he missed the spike once again making you sigh, he was never in good spirits after a bad game. The score was 3-10 and you could almost taste the hostility in the air. "Aw, man! I really overstepped out there!" You heard a 1st year on the other team groan as he drinks water on the sidelines. You smile warmly, "Don't worry about it, you did great!" You give a big thumbs up making the boy look at you confused but he returned the enthusiasm anyway. Facing back on the court you jump at the piercing look your boyfriend was giving you.

You roll your eyes and signal for him to pay attention to the game. He knew that no matter who a person was, you weren't one to be mean. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa called out to you, "Watch this!" Oikawa takes a step back before serving the ball only to slip and hit Iwazumi in the back of the head effectively giving the ball to the other team. You cover your mouth to hide your laughter but it was no use as Iwazumi slowly turned to look at you with a menacing glare. You quickly face away from him pretending as if you were checking your edges.

In the end, you guys lost which didn't blow over with your boyfriend so you decided to give him space. As the other team got on their bus to leave, the boy you had cheered on ran up to you and bowed deeply, thanking you for your kind words. "Oh don't worry about it dude, just showing my sportsmanship!" He laughs before running onto his bus as his teammates call him a simp. Later in the locker room, you find yourself folding your boyfriend's jersey. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa calls out making you smile and wave at him before returning to your task. "What is it hon." you respond placing the clothes into the locker. "I was thinking, Iwa-chan was looking really scary today." Oikawa shivered.

"You know how passionate he is Kawa, just give him some space and you'll be fine." you reassure him just as Iwaizumi walks into the locker room. The locker room was eerily quiet so it wasn't hard for you to hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. "Hmmm your still here." Iwaizumi mumbles acknowledging Oikawa's presence but focusing mainly on you.

You glance at Iwazumi and nod softly as to not agitate him any further than he already was. "You know I gotta wait for you babe." you chuckle as you feel wet hands wrap around your exposed waist. "Eww your wet!" Oikawa makes fake gagging noises, "And that's my cue!" he says leaving the locker room with a small wave.

You chuckle, "Babe, come on, get your cold hands-off they tickle-" "Shut up."

You jump as you're slammed into the locker quickly latching onto the shelves in front of you. "Babe-" you feel Iwazumi's fingers force their way into your mouth and the rough pads of his fingers press down on your tongue. Iwaizumi's hands come up to cup your butt before roughly pulling down your pants. "Not in here babe it's not professional!" Iwaizumi scoffs, "You mean how you were professionally flirting with that bastard on the other team!?"

You squeak as Iwaizumi pushes your back down making your butt poke out. "I wasn't-" Iwaizumi slaps your ass before griping it harshly in his hand. "You let him look at what's mine Y/N. I bet if he asked, you'd let him even touch wouldn't you!?" You shook your head flinching as Iwaizumi rubs rough circles into your clit sending tremors of pleasure throughout your body. "Your body still knows who it belongs to though." Iwaizumi responded smugly, collecting your fluids with his fingers, bringing them up to you for you to lick off.

Iwaizumi goes to your ear and whispers harshly with his teeth grinding together. "I'm not in the mood for your excuses right now Y/N so do me a favor and keep your mouth shut."

Getting on his knees, he spreads your ass apart roughly moaning at the sight of your wet pussy. "Don't make a sound." is all you hear before Iwaizumi sucks gently on your folds. You sigh, swishing your hips more into Iwaizumi's face making him growl and slap your ass. "Stop moving." You halt your hips and try to stop yourself from reacting as you grip the metal locker shelves in front of you. The way Iwaizumi's tongue delved deeper inside of your velvet walls, gently massaging your g-spot, was sending you to cloud nine with pleasure.

After a while, he pulls away out of breath with your juices shining on his chin as his angry eyes glared at you. He stands up caressing your lower back before delivering a hard slap to your ass as he pushes his shorts below his crotch making his hard member flip out slapping against his stomach. Grabbing the back of your shirt, Iwaizumi raises you slamming the locker door closed and pressing you back against the locker. "Hey, you don't have to be so rough!" you complain as you feel the cool metal searing your fae.

Iwaizumi doesn't respond as he coats his dick with your fluids before pushing the tip slightly in. "I want you.." Iwaizumi trails off as he holds your hip in place going deep in thought. He watches with hawk-like concentration, the small sheen of sweat that accumulated on your back. He contemplated if he wanted to carry you out of the gym or allow you the ability to walk. "Every time, I fuck into your cunt, I want you to tell me who you belong to." You glance back behind you but before you could respond in question, you are filled to the brim with his cock.

You whine loudly as your cunt was abused but this was not an adequate response for Iwaizumi as he bends over you, taking hold of your neck gripping it securely. "Who do you belong to?" he asks accentuating each word with a thrust. You attempt to babble out a sentence unsuccessfully, "I -fuck- I.. Slow down, -crap!" Iwaizumi grips your neck harder effectively cutting off your air circulation. "I said, who. do. you. belong. to. slut!" You whine as your cunt is forced to spread wider with each thrust to accommodate how his cock thickened as it got closer to the base.

Giving up on getting an appropriate response, Iwaizumi stands up fully keeping your bent over with a firm hand on your lower back as he fucks into you. He throws his head back as he rubs his exposed abs with his other hand. "Oh yeah let me hear you." You stomped your right leg rapidly as Iwaizumi opened you up with his cock. "This is what happens when you want to be an attention whore right Y/N?" You shook your head moaning so loudly that you could hear it echoing back to you as the sound bounced off the walls. Your ass started to burn as you received a multitude of slaps from Iwaizumi's slender hand. "Could that fucking twink fuck you like this Y/N?" "N-No." you cried out weakly

Iwaizumi hummed with mock pity, "No? Are you sure?" Iwaizumi raised his leg by positions his foot on a smaller open locker next to you. "I don't think you understand my question. Who is the only person that can make you feel like this?" Iwaizumi wraps a hand around you rubbing circles into your clit making you come closer to your impending orgasm. "Only you Iwai! Fuuck~ only you." your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision is clouded with white.

"Do you want me to come in you, think you deserve it?" in your haze, you nod your head uttering silent pleas. "You gotta say thank you when I cum okay baby?" You moan as Iwaizumi speeds up his thrusts putting his foot down to get a better grip on the floor as he practically fucks you into the foundation of the locker. "I'm cumming, and you better take it all baby!" he growls griping your ass cheeks so hard there were sure to be bruises left behind.

Iwaizumi finally cums in you after a final thrust, shoving you flush against the locker, making sure you were stuffed. You softly cried out dazed as Iwai gently rocked into you riding out his aftershocks of pleasure.

He helps you pull your pants back up and softly adjusts your hair to show some semblance of order. "Now what did you learn?" You lazily smirk, "That I should talk to the other team more." Iwaizumi sighed but you don't miss the small smile that showed on his face.

[moonstone27ls]

Soooo Disenchantment thoughts...

Okayyyy warning....

I'm warning you.....

Spoiler ahead....

WARNING LAST TIME DON'T READ UNLESS YOU WANT SPOILERS..... Sooooo I loved the show. Bean has her moments but she has developed a lot since the beginning of the show. Been waiting foreverrr to see her and Mora again! And I hope its to stay... hope? not gonna lie its obvious this show ends on cliff hangers sooo just hope this is a good one.

Soo anything I'm hoping for next story? I guess to be rid of Dagmar and her annoying siblings. I get it they're the main baddies but even Futurama ended a season on a good note sometimes. Cliff hangers get tiresome for me XD. But I can live it.

Uhhh besides that, Dagmar's just becoming an annoying over complicated villian. At least with her plans. Like at the wedding, even though Bean made a switcheroo on her. She doesn't look mad. She just acts like this is what she wanted. I'm like "Well why the hell do this then? Why put Bean through this if you would have married Satan anyway?" And even when her doppelganger plan fell through as well she's just "heh I can work with this".

Maybe she's suppose to be a dumb/or quick villain. Or maybe its the curse affecting her. Either wayyy... just think those last two plots weren't needed. Uhh still want things to improve for Derek. Annoying or not he's still a kid. Just wish his family would care about him more. Though I do admit I liked that his half-brother Jasper soon became his buddy. I think he needed that companionship. Hope the Zog clan can all reunite and be a dysfunctional but loving family. I mean really do believe it (even if he fails) that Zog geuninely wants to be a good dad and love his kids.

And I guess I wanna know whats the BIG thing behind the castle/Zog's family curse and the Trogs? I get SOME idea. Its just guessing. Its obvious, what went on between humans and the elves/and mermaids? was a ref to colonization. Whether it was Zog's side or Dagmar's one of them played dirty and won the war. But kicked them out... which might explain why Mora was acting like she wasn't allowed near Bean. If the mermaids were on the elves side.

  That means that Mora's people or her mother remembers the war and sees the romance as a problem. Maybe? I do there's SOME connection(just dunno how) to Cremorrah's fall (thats on her mother's side sooo dunno entirely).

And as for the Trogs (cave ones, not the water ones.... eww that worm scene grossed me the hell out)... just trying to figure out how they play in this. Its clear that they see Bean/or Elfo as saviors but to what? 8B

I guess I also wanna know whats Alva's connection with Satan too? And WHY are they all after this one dang kingdom? I mean I still wonder whats’ the point of Odval/ Sorcerio when it seems they still follow the royal family’s orders... also made me wonder why Ooona didn’t get more revenge on their society for killing Yog? But this wasn’t Oona themed season. Hope to see you next season hon :D well more of her:B.

  Also kinda hoping Bean gets off her anti-magic stance. Its not that I don't understand her reasoning. I just kinda find it dumb considering that all things including her girlfriend are somewhat magic related. Plus science/or stience as she pronounced it, isn't all candies and roses 8B... looking at Steamland all I saw was "pollution". Not saying I'm anti-technology, haha or I wouldn't be writing this. Just saying it has its own drawbacks if it as a tool isn't used properly. But I think that might be part of Bean's arc. Learning to accept the balance of both worlds.

Oh also YES dogs in heaven (sorry cat lovers8B) but also a YES that Barko the dog survived. Watching Elfo’s origin story the “what happened to the dog”  answer was adorable XD. Barko’s got a whole pack lol.

[mediocre-writerr]

grow as we go [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x reader

requested: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Toni x reader before the island. Where the reader is Martha's older sister and she moved out a few years back but when her mom lets her know about the trial and stuff comes back immediately and finds Toni living there. And when they were kids Toni always had a crush on the reader and know that she's older it has just gotten stronger

*not my gif*

The younger girls’ laughter filled the bedroom next door. You squished your pillow over your face, before slamming it down next to you.

You stripped the blankets off of you and headed straight towards the noise. You knocked on the door before opening it, “Marty, Toni, I love you both dearly, but please go to bed. I have a big test tomorrow and I need you to go to bed.”

“What’s so important about tests anyway?” Toni shot back, crossing her arms.

“You’ll find out once you become a sophomore in high school. So please...goodnight girls.” you said and they answered in unison.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Your sister’s hot.” Toni said bluntly.

Marty smacked her arm, “Ew stop! She’s so old! She’s 15 and we’re 12! That’s like dating your grandma!”

The two giggled like school girl children. Well they were, but Toni couldn’t stop getting you out of her mind. Which was weird, she never felt this way about anyone before. Like she wants to kiss Y/N.

Eww cooties!!! Toni thought before shrugging off the idea.

“I just don’t understand why people decide to eat meat? It’s literally killing animals.” Martha began.

We were waiting for her mom to pick us up from school, “Because meat is good. It’s literally heaven on Earth,” but she became at lost for words when she turned her head to see Y/N. All of the girls just a tad older now, you about to leave for college and then about to go into high school, “Actually that’s heaven on Earth.”

Marty finally looked up at who you were staring at, wide-eyed, “Shut up Toni! That’s my sister!”

She raised her hands up in defense, “I can’t help it!”You smiled at the two younger girls as you arrived to the spot they were sitting and waiting, “Hello beautiful.” she flirted.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Hi Toni, Marty. How was your guy’s day?”

“It was good.” Marty said with a smile at her older sister.

“Better now that you’re here.” Toni flirted yet again and you just laughed.

She always flirted with you as time grew older. Once Toni discovered that she was only into girls, she did not hesitate to flirt with you on a daily. Especially when she realized that you liked girls and boys. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but you about to graduate and her about to enter high school was enough for you to be a little weirded out about the tiny age gap.

It was the night before you were about to leave for college and your family decided to have a little family game night, plus Toni of course. Both Marty and Toni were fighting over who was gonna be your teammate in the game, like always.

“She’s my sister!” Martha yelled, pulling at your arm.

“She’s my wife!” Toni yelled back and your sister dropped her arms, raising them up in defense.

“Yeah, you win.” she mumbled before placing a seat back on the couch.

You looked at Toni with a small smile on your face, before running your fingers through your hair, “You know I’m too old for you, right Toni?” there were a few minutes of silence and you nodded approvingly, until she said, “Yeah, but I’m in it for the long run.”

She smiled at you with her big cheeky smile and you pushed her slightly before ruffling her hair.

“Did you unload everything?” your mom asked as you looked into them empty trunk of the car. The airport terminal not too far away.

You nodded with a sad smile. Your dad rushed towards you, holding you in a big tight hug. Tears threatening to spill as we hugs tighter, “Stay safe, okay?”

“Of course Dad.” you then went over to your mom and gave her a huge hug while she cried into your shoulder, “I love you.” you whisper.

“I love you too.” she says back, sniffiling in the process.

Marty throws her arms around you and you could feel the tears hit the crook of you neck, “You gonna be okay?” you ask softly and all she did was nod, unable to say anything else, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And lastly there was Toni, who stood there awkwardly with a sad smile on her face.

“Get over here.” you say, nodding your head towards you, opening your arms wide. She throws herself into your arms just like Marty did. You hold her tight, burrying your face in her hair, “You take care of her for me, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

The next four years of college was a blast. All of the parties, but really also all of the self-growth you learn along the way. You’ve been with a few guys and a couple girls, but all of the relationships seemed to fail. Like something was missing.

You were up late one night writing an essay, when my phone started ringing, “Hello?” I asked, whispering, not wanting to wake my friends up.

“Hey sweetheart.” your mom’s voice echoed throughout your ear.

You smiled softly, “Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“It’s about your sister,” your mom drew out and you immediately tensed up in your seat, waiting for her to answer, “She’s involved in a trial with her old physical therapist, from when she broke her bone, Dr. Ted.”

“A trial for what?” you asked, hoping and praying it’s not what you think.

Your mom sighed, her voice getting all chocked up, “There’s a bunch of accusations being made by hundreds of girls that he helped for sexual assault.”

Your heart dropped at what she said, you put your elbows on your desk, before rubbing your face with your hands, “I’ll be on the first flight home.”

You got back to Minnesota late at night. Almost midnight and the drive back to your house wasn’t the most pleasant, but all you thought about was getting home to Marty. She needs her older sister more than anything.

When you got home, you didn’t bother saying hello to your parents because they were fast asleep. You tiptoed through the halls and into your old bedroom, putting all the luggages next to the window. From the room next door, you could hear small laughter coming from inside.

The door was slightly opened, so you pushed on it a little more. You saw an older Toni and Martha messing and joking around with one another. You crossed your arms around your chest before leaning against the doorframe.

“I guess some things never change huh?” you questioned and the girls’ heads snapped towards yours.

“Y/N!” Marty yells, jumping from off her bed and towards you. But not before stepping on Toni’s body in the process.

“Ouch!” Toni screamed which caused you to let out a smal little laugh.

She embraced you in a hug and you just held her tighter, “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, “I just wanted to visit for a bit.”

Toni gets up from off the mattress on the floor. And you notice a bunch of other clothes that belonged to her in Martha’s room.

“You live here now?” you asked, raising your eyebrow up.

She just nodded, “Yeah sorry about that. You’re probably stuck with me for awhile longer, not that I’m complaining.” she teased and you smiled.

“You grew up to beautiful Toni.” you said and the same smile you had, matched onto her face. You gave her a hug, holding her close, “It’s good to see you again. I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight.”

As you closed the door. Toni opened her mouth just as wide as her eyes were, looking at Martha. She let out a small chuckle shaking her head.

“You are not going to date my sister.” she pointed out.

“I’d be your sister in law Marty. You should be happy.” she exclaimed, falling back onto the mattress with a dreamy look in her eye.

Marty just hummed in response, turning off the lights.

At around 2 in the morning, you heard muffled cries and sobs come from the room next door. You shot out of bed, heading straight to her room. To find your little sister crying in Toni’s arms. You didn’t say anything, but rather tilted your head in concern. Toni read your mind and just nodded.

You say on the mattress that laid on the floor, keeping the two of them company while she started to fall asleep and calm down. Toni laid Martha down softly before coming to plop down next to you.

“I tried protecting her Y/N.” Toni whispered and you nodded.

“I don’t blame you for this. We were both here when it happened. Neither of us could’ve known.” you explained, shaking your head, “You wanna know what I learned about you?”

“Oh no.” she mumbled before listening politely.

You let out a soft chuckle, “That you are the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Maybe it’s because you didn’t have the best family life. Or maybe it’s because you’ve never felt that kind of love, but it gave you the greatest quality of being the best friend that I have ever seen.”

“She’s my only family, I need to protect her.” Toni said with a shrug. You could feel her pinky inching closer to yours and you didn’t hesitate to move it closer either. She wrapped her hand around yours, the fingers falling into place with one another.

You tilted your head to the side, “And what about me?”

“I like you Y/N. I always have. No matter who I had a silly little crush on or actually dated. It was always you.” she whispered.

She stared at you in anticipation and you nodded with a smile, “I like you too.”

“So what does this mean?” Toni asked, your faces growing closer by the second.

“We’ll play the long game,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, “We’ll go out and live our lives, date who we want. But at the end of the day I’ll know you’re out there and you’ll know I’m here. We’ll find our way back.”

She crashed her lips onto yours and it was everything you expected. Soft, gentle, and amazing. Then suddenly it all clicked, like this is where I am meant to be.

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