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skyliv · 4 months

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IM BORED and i feel like taking up all the space in the liv tag again

this is the last chapter of Tender Buttons and its main plot on ao3!! its rushed and rambly but i had fun doing it!

“Alright! Alright, so, what you said stuck with me. Why drag people into this? When I can just focus on the Spider. However-” She speaks brightly as she moves her mug to one of the tentacles.

“Oh, goodness, and..?”

“I can drag you into it!” Olivia outstretches her arms with a wide grin.

Lucy’s heart sinks, and she freezes up. “Me?! No, no, no! I’d be terrible for your plan!” She stammers.

“I’d absolutely disagree, you're perfect!” Olivia points at Lucy and pokes her in the chest. “Don't worry, don't worry.. I have a plan, you'll be fine!”

“And if I said no? Would you go and just grab some random guy off the street?!”

Olivia blinks a few times, and pulls back her hand. “Maybe.”

A few moments pass, and Lucy drops her gaze to the counter. She's clearly mulling it over, as her eyebrows furrow and she frowns ever so slightly. All before taking a deep breath and looking back up. “I’m in, but not for the sake of whoever else you would've gotten- I’m doing this for you.”

She can't imagine how long Olivia has been fighting. Fighting for herself, for her work, for her life. Lucy just wants to see the doctor win.

If it weren't for Olivia perking up at Lucy’s acceptance, the younger woman definitely would've felt bad.

“Oh that's just perfect! You know, it's definitely best that you agreed, we already work so well together.” Olivia exclaims, and she steps to the side to wrap an arm around Lucy’s shoulder. An actual arm. Lucy does take this with surprise, but just like the day before she does follow along as they leave the flat.

If Fisk hadn't owned this building, the two women would definitely be getting far more stares, but this only bothers Lucy.

“I was thinking last night, you're the first test subject I’ve grown a liking to, you're not as much of a captive audience. I don’t know-” Olivia muses, and when Lucy’s expression hardens she quickly reiterates. “Hey! Hey I promise I haven't tested on other people- Maybe a spider or two, but you’d think if I did any bigger animal I’d be out of a job!”

Despite the odd subject, Lucy cracks a smile. There's something about the way Olivia talks, the lilt of her voice when she corrects herself, the shift in tone when her mood lightens. Lucy isn't sure why she notices this, but she likes that she does.

Their chats are simple in the long elevator ride down, but the plan is laid out simply.

Lucy attracts Spider-Man to a location on the outskirts of the city. Whether it be a building he hits on patrols or a past battle location, she can catch him and say she's lost. She could hypothetically try and slip on those web-shooter disablers, but she's adamant she couldn't. The machines activate, Olivia is alerted, and Lucy escapes as they fight unfairly.

Not much could go wrong!

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It isn't the best location, a warehouse on the harbor that is cast into shadow by the clouds above. It's fairly chilly, and the place seems more deserted than anything. Olivia takes a seat on the edge of the roof, her actuators dangling off like ribbons as Lucy looks down into the inky waters.

“I know it's weird…” She begins simply, her hair whipping in the wind, “Why would I know Spider-Man’s patrol routes? Shouldn't I be more focused on work?” Her tone is mocking, like she's tired of herself.

“I wasn't going to ask, if anything, it's best for… Planning-”

Olivia chuckles quietly as Lucy hops down to sit next to her, but her expression soon shifts. “That's nice, but still, if I can do this one thing right, I- I may just get past that thick skull of his.” She’s more solemn, far from the enthusiasm Lucy had expected. The younger woman frowns, glancing back up.

“How long have you been fighting him?” She inquires, keeping her tone soft to try and be a better listener.

“5, uhm- Maybe 6 years?” Olivia speaks with a shrug. “The collider has been such a priority for the last decade, he only got involved a little bit after.”

Lucy fiddles with the web-shooter gadgets as she listens, letting the doctor's voice sink in. “And how often did you fight?”

“Every two weeks, maybe.”

Goodness…

Lucy’s eyebrows furrow, her lips in a thin line as she tries to process just how much Olivia must've been through just to get that machine operational.

Suddenly, far to the west, there's a blur of red leaping through the sky. Lucy notices this first, she was just moments away from zoning out, and after she nudges Olivia’s shoulder the actuators spur back to life. Olivia rises quickly, using the claws to support and lift herself maybe a foot into the air. It must've been a habit by then, like a fearful animal trying to seem bigger. Only two of them are free, and one instinctively pulls Lucy forward.

The distant figure dips behind one building, and then leaps over another, leaving silken strands in his wake. This was it.

“Can I pick you up?” Olivia chimes.

“What?!” Lucy barks, “I mean, sure, but-”

In the split second when the wide eyes of Spider-Man’s mask are visible, Lucy is held up like a trophy by a tentacle as Olivia drops back down to her feet. A second one snaps around her torso as well, and practically squeezes out a shrill, short scream. She slams her eyes shut, and she clenches the mechanical wristbands she held tighter.

The next moment she opens her eyes, all she can make out are the machines that hold her, the dizzying sky, and the flash of Spider-Man yanking an actuator on Olivia's back. Promptly, Lucy is dropped, and she can't help but yelp again as she curls into herself. Rather than by the Spider, one of the tentacles catches her by the collar of her shirt, and tosses her from a foot in the air to the building's stairway.

She can't make out much of the fight, maybe a wide grin from Olivia and flashes of hits, but is too preoccupied with not panicking and breaking the tech anyway. There’s a joke here, a shout there, but the only thing that shines through is how dangerous these two can be. After Spider-Man had pulled the tentacle from under her, Olivia retaliated with a kick. For as cunning as she was, with rhythmic maneuvers and long reaching swings, Spider-Man always seemed to weasel his way out. Whether it be with or without the use of his webs.

“You can't seriously think that you’ll get away forever!” Olivia snaps, her voice breathy and cold. The years of practice came in handy, she deflects a punch and returns with a hard kicking blow to the hero’s stomach, but all he does is deliver an even harder punch right in the face.

“I never did!” He shouts back, and the youthful courage in his voice clearly surprises Lucy. Olivia lets out a forced, dark cackle at his expected quip, and quickly retracts the claw of one tentacle to replace it with a buzzsaw. The sound of spinning metal cuts through the air, an uncomfortable addition to the already tense fight.

It all went downhill fast. Spider-Man pays no mind to Lucy, and strikes hit after hit. Olivia barely had a chance, never did, and probably never will.

One punch hits her square in the nose, causing her to stumble back. But as she does, the saw-tipped actuator rushes forward, and accidentally cuts past her left arm. It slices right through her latex suit and severs a wire on her shoulder, leaving sparks and a gnarly scar in its place. The doctor uses a tentacle to anchor herself to the floor, and the tentacle that had cut her twitches as the saw retracts.

As Lucy scrambles to the stairway’s broken door, Spider-Man shoots a web and disables a tentacle to keep Olivia busy, before shooting one to leap over to Lucy and kneel at her side.

“You! Hey, are you alright?!” He asks, his voice quick. He’s taller than both women, and with how bright his suit is Lucy can feel a headache forming from that and her fall. She lies there for a moment, before leaning forward with a small groan.

“Yeah… Yes-” She mutters. Her upper arm had been badly bruised, and an ache pulsed through her shoulder. Spider-Man brings her hands forward, ready to catch her if she tumbles forward.

The slightest drops of rain tumble off of the Spider’s costume, and cause Lucy to blink quickly. That's when she notices the tall silhouette of the doctor behind Spider-Man.

She bursts forward where she sits, and snaps the thin devices around his wrists.

All she can do is whisper “Sorry,” before Olivia strikes. The villainess clutches her injured arm with the other, and she wrenches Spider-Man away from Lucy by his shoulder. She tosses him like a ragdoll across the roof, and when he attempts to recover with a web, he simply can't. The click of his ring and middle fingers to his wrist are met with silence, and he scrambles to latch onto the side of the building.

Olivia can't even fathom a smile through her rage, and before she's able to rush over Lucy grabs onto an actuator. The girls look like messes, as rain pours down each and every scar is much more visible on Olivia's face, her arm is bleeding and one of the tentacles is glitching wildly. Each strand of wet hair frames her face. Frames that… Look of fear. Lucy keeps her head low, her own hair practically covering her whole head and shoulders. They both breathe quickly, they both freeze, one from pain and one from terror.

As quickly as it started, the moment ends, with Spider-Man leaping forward from the ledge and pushing himself off for momentum. As quickly as she can, Lucy scrambles to stand. She tugs down the tentacle she held as Olivia shouts in surprise… And just before Spider-Man reaches them, Lucy shoves Liv through the doorway and down the broken stairs. The villainess flails to recover, claws slither and writhe to grab anything possibly, but they're unable to other than a windowsill further down. Lucy ducks almost immediately, and Spider-Man’s quick attack only hits the doorway. The concrete crumbles, dust forms around his fist. The punch could've been fatal, and the impact of his strike even formed a hole.

There's a thud at the floor of the building as the downpour continues, and Lucy stays low to the ground.

Spider-Man hesitates, his breath heavy as he looks down. He wrenches off the devices from his wrists, and tosses them in front of Lucy. All before rushing to leap away.

She’s left there, alone, unsure of Olivia's safety after technically betraying them both. Tears hit the roof lighter than the rain.

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Oh that girl.

It’s over for her.

Olivia lands in a stack of wooden scaffolding, her impact rattling the whole building. It strikes her back and snaps an actuator out of place, leaving her a dizzy, pained mess in a pile of dust.

She doesn't stand immediately, she doesn't even feel like she could if she wanted. Slowly, two tentacles retract back into her suit, but that's met by weak groans. The one that had snapped can only go in so far, and the broken half lies limply out of its casing. The fourth twitches weakly, and fumbles to find something to latch onto.

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Even through her pain, Lucy was able to get away from the building. She struggles to make herself look presentable in her slow trek back.

She’ll hate me, she won't ever forget what I did.

She does make it back to Olivia's apartment, thank goodness for her planning, but the moment she makes it inside she rushes to the small office room.

It's much cleaner than it was at her arrival, and she makes a note to apologize later when she begins to rummage through.

Was damage to the tentacles felt? Could they be rebuilt?

But she finds nothing helpful. No notes, no schematics, just a map with marks of past fights. It’s covered in bunches of pins and miscellaneous marks, like something a detective would have- Many are bundled around Alchemax locations, but now, a new spot could be added.

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But what if she didn't team up with the Spider?

Understandably, Olivia's trek home is much slower and much more painful. Each step drains more energy out of her, and she feels like a disgrace.

This is how it usually ended. She’d lose, be beaten and torn worse than before. It was worse this time, since this time she was with someone. It wasn't that she made herself look like a failure in front of the first woman who’s liked her in any way in forever, but more that she was afraid of how she'd lash out at Lucy.

As she walks, she replays each and every moment of the fight in her head. The cuts, the kicks, the punches. And it strikes her that Lucy didn't just run away.

𖦹

The next hour was rough. Lucy crumbled onto the couch, her knees to her chest and her head low. She didn't even bother to clean her wounds, and just… Cried for a bit.

That was most definitely the worst thing she could do. It hurt, she hated herself for acting on impulse, hated herself for even getting wrapped up in this mess.

A knock sounds at the door. It's quiet, but firm. She does hesitate before rising to open it, but does so anyway.

Of course. It's Olivia. She looks worse than earlier, her hair soaked and flat as it tumbles over her shoulders. The cut on her shoulder has been haphazardly covered with another torn piece of her suit, and bruises and scratches litter any visible skin. Her eyelashes flutter, and her chest heaves with each breath. But she stands tall, even with the one tentacle holding her up and the snapped one hanging limp.

Lucy is quiet, her breath caught in her throat as if she were stuck in a dream. Olivia looks at her like a deer in headlights.

“You…” The doctor murmurs.

“You helped me.” Her voice weakens.

She steps in, Lucy steps back, and she wraps her arms around the younger woman. This was nothing like the dream Lucy had. Olivia shakes with each breath, she feels light as a feather as she hugs and holds on for dear life. Lucy is frozen where she stands, her teary eyes widening in shock as she tries to process anything.

It's going far too fast for Lucy, but not fast enough for Olivia. As they stand in a warm, bundled hug full of pain and rainwater, Lucy tries to speak.

“But I-” Lucy breathes out.

“You pushed me, y- Yes, we know..” Olivia states, keeping the hug tight.

Before she can utter another word, Olivia looks up with tired eyes and leaves a weak kiss on the crook of the other woman's neck.

“But you saved me.”

#🪶skyliv🧪#olivia octavius #fanfic excerpt #self ship #selfship #into the spider verse #oc x canon #doc ock #selfship writing #self ship writing #fanfic #fanfiction #cringe

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sunny-ghosts · 29 days

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@trancetales accidentally sent this ask to my non writing blog but I will be answering it here because I'm very excited abt this prompt! Just going to take this as the typical 'fun fact about yourself' prompt

-tristan-

"Hi, I'm Tristan, uh. Pass"

-orion-

"Hey!! I'm Orion, I use he/him pronouns, I really like constellations and space stuff."

-atlas-

"Hi, my name is atlas, I use he/they pronouns I think, I know a lot about magic stuff. I'm also friends with an old god."

-athena-

"Hey, I'm Athena, she/her, I'm related to a sun god."

-lee-

"I'm Lee, I use he/him but I love it when people have variety, and everyone either loves me or hates me. This was an intentional choice on my part."

-alex-

"Um. My name is alex. I killed a hydra once."

-angel-

"Hey. I'm Angel, he/they. None of the interesting facts about me are fun, so I'll pass." (If he's at camp he'll say that he just got engaged as a fun fact but he only says that cause the camp is for queer people and nobody's gonna be weird about him having two fiances)

-odyssey-

"I'm essie, I use they/them or he/him sometimes, I once stayed awake for three nights in a row on a dare."

-vince-

"Hi! I'm Vincent, I use he/him pronouns, I've broken my arm in the same place four times."

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my ocs #ocs #writing blog #writerscommunity #thanks for the ask!#🌲oc tag: tristan🌲#🌌oc tag: orion🌌#☘️oc tag: atlas☘️#🔆comic🔆#🌟star tag🌟#🗡oc tag: alex🗡#🔥oc tag: athena🔥#🔴oc tag: lee🔴#🪶oc tag: angel🪶#🪽oc tag: vince🪽#🐦‍⬛oc tag: odyssey🐦‍⬛

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aethersflames · 3 months

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He had read about them, once upon a time. Those tales about those nameless, mysterious beings that once roamed across the skies, and how they were driven down by mankind, down beneath the waves where they became phantoms of the sea with their wings now fins and their cries eerie, echoing songs from the deep. Part of him had always wondered if there was any truth to those stories, and if he’d ever get to see one of those beings for himself. But to grow up meant to learn the ways of the world, and thus unfortunately how childhood stories were nothing but that. How there were no such things in the skies nor in the seas. Still, that part of him held on to that faint hope, that possibility no matter how tiny it could be, that they were wrong. And now here he was, having awakened in this moonlit forest after he had gone to sleep in his bed as he had done for countless nights. Everything else around him indistinct because of how captivated he was by her. His focus unwavering. She was unlike anything he had ever seen before: her body looked not that far from a human woman’s, clothed in an exquisite black dress, but that was where the similarities ended, for what parts that were exposed were almost completely covered in feathers. Hands tipped with claws, and talons for feet. A pair of pointed ears and dark hair adorning her head; a nose and mouth that looked almost, but not quite, like a beak. The tail that trailed on the ground behind her unlike a bird’s - far too long, serpentine even. And her wings. Oh, those wings, only partly feathered on top with the rest being made up of gently glowing membranes delicately stretched between ray-like fingers. Could it really be…? What was he to say in the presence of such a graceful, otherworldly being? One he’d been longing to see since he was a little boy? Even if this was nothing but a dream, every part of him wanted to - needed to - had to know.

sooo uh yeah the other day I got the inspiration to write this little snippet of the first time my f/o sees my persona in their shared dreams, after re-reading a fic of his source material that's set in an au with mythical creatures (wouldn't recommend since its plot and writing style are all over the place, but its background lore is pretty neat and has provided me with inspiration before). source material's canonical setting is not fantasy at all which is why I pull this whole dream-meeting and eventual isekai to my persona's world with him... but still, wouldn't it be neat to have these kind of folk tales in-universe? I live for that kind of thing. and it also gives something for him to compare my gryphon-dragon girlie to - viewing her with wonder, instead of pure bafflement, or god forbid fear. that man is a monsterfucker, because I (and the person who wrote that fic) said so >:3c

#esvie's writing #esvie's ocs #oc: seraphine #🍓🪶#f/o x s/i

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ok-rookie · 1 month

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I have this discontinued lil fanfic of one of my Genshin OCs because for the life of me, I haven't gotten the grasp of Ningguang's character.

"Ma- Mama Ningguang." The sound of a voice came from outside her office, one that didn't belong to her secretaries nor the Milellith. It was young, monotonous and stuttering–

The door knocked again, snapping Ningguang out of her inner thoughts. Right, the person outside was waiting for her response. "My apologies for the delay, Beretta. You can come in now, dear." The Tianquan put away the kiseru pipe and placed it on an ash tray. She watched the puppet-like girl walk forward, albeit stumbling in her steps.

Why was she walking like that?

"Beretta?" Ningguang couldn't help but feel a tinge of concern. She knew the puppet had a knack of wandering off and sticking her nose into places it didn't belong. There were instances she would climb up a roof to chase a cat or stumble into the Chasm while doing errands. Beretta had no sense of danger, despite being built to be more advanced than humankind (perhaps, one of the many things that went wrong with her). What happened this time?

"Th- The wind up's acting u-up again." Beretta replied, turning around to show the enormous wind-up on her back. It seemed to stop abruptly every so often – as if it was trying to function despite something being stuck.

This was a cause of concern. The girl was already in a bad shape when they met, Ningguang wasn't sure about the severity of the damages but thankfully, she was still able go function. There were still no clues as to who Beretta's creator was, but if she waited for them to turn up, there was no guarantee the puppet would be in one piece knowing how chaotic and reckless she gets.

"Come on, Beretta." She picked Beretta up and walked out of her office.

#🪶rookie writes #genshin impact #oc #small writer #fanfic #ningguang

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snow-system-wol · 6 months

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Something we put together because we thought it seemed interesting (to us, at least!): primary author(s)¹² for each current thing in Snowverse.

(¹ many things are worked on by multiple people, especially when there's different scenes in one chapter. 🌸 and 🪶 work on many things together.)

(² Some of these are guesses. In terms of author chaos:

🌸🪶 chapters are universally recalled, I think

🧷 I don't always remember being written, and

🤍 chapters no one but him remembers writing pretty much. Idk.)

Lists and author totals below cut:

Oneshots:

•Calculated Risks, Paid in Advance 🧷

•Saponification 🪶

•Labyrinthine (noncanon) 🤍

S'ria Snippets -- B Side

•Ch 1: End of the Hunt 🧷

•Ch 2: System POV Eulmore 🤍

•Ch 3: One (1) Facial Scar 🤍

•Ch 4: "Difficult" as a personality trait 🤍

•Ch 5: Clove oil 🪶

•Ch 6: Haircut (oof) 🧷

•Ch 7: Clean 🧷

•Ch 8: Witnesses* 🤍

(i dont know what that asterisk means either)

S'ria Snippets:

•Ch 1: We Don't Ask About It 🪶

•Ch 2: Fray Didn't Expect This 🪶

•Ch 3: Making things Weird with Thancred 🪶

•Ch 4: Emet has some Questions 🌸

•Ch 5: Wow this could've gone better 🧷

•Ch 6: Let's drunk chat with Ardbert 🪶

•Ch 7: Fireside peace 🌸

•Ch 8: Menphina and Alphinaud have a chat 🌸

•Ch 9: Alphie bonding time 🌸

•Ch 10: Urianger and ??? bond 🌸

•Ch 11: Gaius 🪶

•Ch 12: S Tribe 🪶

•Ch 13: So, the thing is, tolerating things isn't something you HAVE to do 🪶

•Ch 14: Faded Memories 🪶

•Ch 15: Late Night Kitchen Bonding with G'raha 🌸

•Ch 16: Haircut 🧷

•Ch 17: Rescue and Recovery (5.0 end) 🌸

•Ch 18: Anniversary 🌸

•Ch 19: Confession 🌸

•Ch 20: The First is a metaphor for loneliness 🧷

•Ch 21: Ch 19 follow up -- relationship stuff 🪶

•Ch 22: Lyse and S'ria have a little chat 🪶

•Ch 23: Yotsuyu 🧷

•Ch 24: House Fortemps 🌸

•Ch 25: Fishing 🌸

•Ch 26: Happy 28th Birthday S'ria 🌸

•Ch 27: Siblings 🌸

•Ch 28: Valdeaulin 🪶

•Ch 29: Hot Springs 🌸

•Ch 30: A decade ago, in Limsa Lominsa 🪶

•Ch 31: Post - Death Unto Dawn 🌸

•Ch 32: Amaurot - bonus visit 🪶

•Ch 33: Ifrit 🧷

•Ch 34: Fray at Rhalgr's Reach 🤍

•Ch 35: Grief and Sharlayan 🌸

•Ch 36: Dream: OC Tober Day 4 🌸🪶

•Ch 37: Coerthas Interlude 🪶

•Ch 38: Garuda and Gaius 🪶

•Ch 39: Castrum Centri 🌸

•Ch 40: Crystal Tower (ARR) 🌸

•Ch 41: Dragoon Bloodwork 🌸

•Ch 42: Chatting about mental health with the lads 🧷

•Ch 43: The Parting Glass 🌸🧷

•Ch 44: First kiss (belated posting) 🌸

•Ch 45: Tower of Zot and New Promises 🌸

•Ch 46: Dark Knight Interlude 🪶

•Ch 47: Preparing for Ilsabard (reluctantly) 🌸🪶

•Ch 48: Ysayle 🌸

Total Counts

🌸: 25

🪶: 20

🧷: 11

🤍: 6

#ffxiv-oc #snow-system #ffxiv oc #writing thoughts #you may ask does this make 🧷 the original creator of S'ria as a concept?#yes it does!#me (autistic) -- ooh I love metrics #🪶#huh the totals for each of us aren't a surprise but also they kinda are

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Masterlist

I guess I can update this now! If you haven't figured out by now I love Roman Reigns! I'm also pagan (some prefer the term polytheist because they see pagan as offensive but I don't) and a witch (not wiccan) I post about it regularly on my blog along with Roman. I write fanfics whenever I get the urge. I make gifs and post a lot of pictures.

I admire TRUE loyalty. Apparently faking loyalty is a thing now!🤦🏻‍♀️ Also seeing people being playgans is hilarious! Saying "gods" doesn't make you pagan, you just look desperate to fit in and it gives hypochristian vibes!!

I DO NOT give permission for my works to be translated or posted elsewhere! I DO NOT give permission for my stories to be fed to AI!! I don't own any wwe or any of their characters only my OCs. I cross post my fics on AO3 and Wattpad. I don't have fanfiction.net so if any of my stories are there that's not me!

They can take away our lives...... But they can never....take.... OUR METAL!!!!!🤘

Im Also a very loyal metalhead! I use it in my stories A LOT!! That metal growl is music to my ears!! I love it!!

I listen to 80s music and some 70s as well!

youtube

Do not watch ^^ if you're photosensitive!

youtube

Keys:

🫦 - smut

🪶 - fluff

💕 - romance

🤗 - comfort fic

😘 - hint of smut

🗡️ - violence

😤 - angst

Renegade - Au story (slow updates) 😤🗡️💕🫦

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25 part 26 part 27 part 28 part 29 part 30 part 31 part 32 part 33 part 34 part 35 part 36 part 37 part 38 part 39 part 40(last chapter)

Kingdom come

Part 1

Smut

Mr roboto 🫦😤💕

Hail to the king 🫦

Its all coming back to me now 🫦😤🪶💕

The perfect drug 🫦

Save a horse, ride a tribal chief 🫦

Simply irresistible 🫦💕

Girls, girls, girls 🫦

Holding out for a hero 🫦 🗡️🪶😤

Mexico🫦🪶💕

Anyway you want it 🫦

Bück dich 🫦 😤🪶

Hot for teacher 🫦

Rocket 🫦

Sexy santa 🫦

Ho hey 🫦💕🪶😤

Magic man 🫦💕

Push it 🫦

Wild side 🫦, 💕

Slow ride 🫦

War pigs 🫦

Lovin every minute of it 🫦,🪶

Kickstart my heart 🫦

Crazy little thing called love 🫦

Lick it up 🫦

Dreams 🫦💕

The stroke 🫦

Demon's are a girl's best friend 🫦

Fluff

Hysteria 🪶💕😘

Comfortably numb 🤗, 🪶

Wind of change 🪶, 🤗

Kiss the go-goat 🪶

I can't help falling in love with you 🪶

Home sweet home 😘, 🪶

Scream with me 😤 🪶🤗

The sound of silence 🪶🤗

Angst

Winged hussars 😤, 🪶

The first soldier 😤 🪶

2 part stories

Wellerman

Wellerman: part 2 🫦💕

Sick like me 😘

Sick like me: part 2 🫦💕

⚡ Thunderstruck⚡

⚡ Thunderstruck ⚡: part 2 🫦

❤️You're in love❤️

You're in love: part 2 - coming soon

Head cannons:

What I imagine Roman proposing would be like

Valentine's Day with roman

First date

Drabbles:

Armageddon it

These dreams

youtube

Lord Loki, defender of the outcasts, protect us from those who would do us harm!

#masterlist #writing is my therapy #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #Youtube

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scarabiaa · 1 year

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Sol, here's a question for you (to help keep your blog not completely dead /j): What's a song you think fits one of your twst oc ships (or multiple ships if you want!) the most?

THANK YOU FOR KEEPING MY BLOG ALIVE TARU (bc i am realizing just today that it is astro's bday and i skipped medi too so. Here we are.)

Medignis: Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (while they're together). Why this song? Because I can guarantee you that at some point, Meditrina accidentally spills everything she's ever felt to Ignis and she's crying by the end but his resolve is to make her feel like she's enough. He wants her to know that she is enough for him, no matter what!

Post breakup (future): Just a Dream by Nelly, it's mainly on Ignis's part because he is the one that caused their breakup due to how he changed in their third year. But by the time they're out in the real world, he regrets it more than anything and above all, he is desperate to know if she's moved on or found someone knew. She hasn't but he doesn't know it yet.

Irnyx: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, BUT it's mainly on Onyx's part, which makes it all so much more ironic. The lyrics "I just want you to know who I am" literally apply to him because she was the one who changed his entire life. She was the one who didn't take pity on him and instead decided to do something about it. Afterwards, he realizes how much she loves him (albeit platonically) and he falls for her quite quickly to the point where every second spent with her is a good one, one where he slowly lets down his walls around her.

Coletitus: No Hay Nadie Mas by Sebastian Yatra (the Spanish version). This song is specifically for them because Colette was practically kicked out of her family's hearts and she ran away, finding Titus. While he knew that she was innocent, naive and afraid, something drew him to her and he wanted to stay by his side. And so, he abandoned his relentlessly flirty ways to stay with her. No matter how hard it got, no matter how many times she tried not to break down, he stayed by her side. He always reassured her and when the day came of him saying that he couldn't ever think of replacing her when she was the only one for him, she completely lost it.

Ivyvil: Some Day My Prince Will Come. This one is more complicated but Ivy always dreamed of being a pretty princess and being treated like one. However, at the sight of Vil, she realized that wasn't her dream anymore. She was the one that wanted to save him, to protect him, to shield him from the horrors of his own mind. She wanted to take him away from everything so he wouldn't beat himself up anymore. In the song, it's mainly about finding the "prince" (the true love) and once they meet, it means finally having a better life, one that's much happier. The same could apply for both of them: Vil finally gets someone who loves every part of him, even the dark parts and Ivy gets someone who is more than willing to help her be the best version she can be. So in a sense, the song could be for both of them.

Jamivy: You & I (Nobody in the World) by John Legend. She's the one constantly hyping him up snd telling him he looks good, giving him all sorts of little compliments, especially when she knows he feels down. He feels as though when he's with her, everything is possible and while she is a bit chaotic, he can't help but feel peace inside of him. She's always fussing over him to make sure he's in tiptop shape and it's in these moments--when her eyes are worried about him instead of vice versa, like he always does--that he feels like there's no one else in the world but them.

Ivytrey: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. In every sense of the word, Ivy knows that, as much as he won't admit it, he wants to be taken care of. It's engrained in everyone and he'll constantly say he doesn't need to be taken care of, but she's insistent on it. Her insistence makes him realize how much she's sacrificed of herself over the years and as hyperactive as she is, as aggressively kind as she is, as much as she keeps a happy mask on, it's just that: a mask. He wants to take care of her, no matter how much it might be. To him, it's nothing at all. Compared to everyone else, he isn't anything special but the fact that she still goes after him is enough for him. He just wants to be her anchor, the one who grounds her and the one she can be truly vulnerable with.

#🪶.oc writing #the perfect healer: meditrina #the pretty dragon: ignis #the altering cyborg: onyx #the cold flower in the flames: iris #the elegant princess: colette #the itinerant knight: titus #the poisonous anarchist: ivy #i'm gonna be honest i forgot some of their tags for a sec ITS BEEN THAT LONG #'why didn't you add sebastian' bc my brain fried up at the thought #BUT THIS WAS VV CUTE TO THINK ABOUT TY TARU #no thoughts only ivyvil actually being open with each other and showing each other their darker sides #and the other's like 'slay but you need to go out with a pretty outfit if you're gonna be evil'

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devourable · 11 months

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✎ the prodigy

sfw | tags : male!yandere student x gn! reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), obsessive behavior and thoughts, bullying, slight classism, gaslighting? i think

surprise! i came up w the idea of this guy like,,, two days ago and had to get him out my system 😭 i feel like all my yandere ocs are too nice (save for althea) so heres one thats an asshole. enjoy! reblog to support me :]

sterling cygnus has it all.

good looks, a wealthy family, and a place in one of the most prestigious private colleges that one could go to. aptly dubbed the ‘prince of ice’ by his classmates thanks to his cold demeanor and disdain for interpersonal connections, the young man had one goal in his mind since he started attending school.

to be the best!

sterling dedicated himself to his studies. nothing was more important to him than ensuring he got the top scores on every exam he took, sealing his place as number one in the academic field by any means necessary. no one dared to breach that. and anyone who even tried received his ire.

no one was going to stand up to him — why would they? they’d hate to end up like the poor guy who’s dorm was raided after he surpassed him. or the girl who did the same, resulting in her being forced to drop out after her father’s suspiciously sudden arrest left her unable to pay tuition fees. but of course, there was no real proof that sterling had caused both incidents. it was just a coincidence! right?

well… the day you came onto his radar was a day that left the entire student body tense.

everyone had gathered around the bulletin board where the latest exam results were posted. there were gasps of shock, murmurs, and even a small ripple of laughs floating through the otherwise quiet crowd. it was unusual. and when sterling had pushed his way to the front to gaze upon the list of student names with their scores beside them… he understood. and in an instant, he was furious.

he was in second place. and above his name, with a pretty 100% score next to it, was yours.

who the fuck did you think you were? coming to his school, earning the grade that he worked so hard to receive, and daring to take his place as number one?

sterling knew in an instant that you had to be a new student. he had all of the names of those who ranked just under him memorized, and yours wasn’t one of them. were you a transfer? a latecomer? he had no clue what the circumstances behind your sudden arrival was, and honestly? he didn’t care. you had taken his place, after he had worked so hard to get there. after he had been there for so long. you had taken his place. and he knew for a fact you didn’t deserve it.

but just as he resolved to figure you out so he could plan his revenge?

there you were. passing through the the slowly dispersing crowd to look at the leaderboard, your eyes locking with the name — your name — at the very top of it.

when sterling first saw you, he couldn’t even begin to understand the feeling that had suddenly flooded his senses. it was so strange… and why did the world suddenly feel a lot slower? why could he only notice you and him in the hallway? why did his heart skip in his chest when you glanced at him and your eyes locked?

if you had tried to say something to him, sterling didn’t even notice. he had hurried off before you could even speak.

he was sure he despised you after that point. he had to have, he told himself. the way his mind always drifted back to you when he was trying to study, angrily clicking his pen and gritting his teeth as he thought about your stupid hair and your dumb, adorable eyes, the way your uniform looked better on you than anyone else in the college — he didn’t even realize he was thinking about you so much until he snapped out of them and noticed how much time had passed.

he hated you. he had to. you had taken what was rightfully his, probably with dumb luck or cheating, and now you were invading his thoughts in such a way? was there nothing you wouldn’t take from him?

he was colder to you than anyone else. he had to be — you needed to learn your place around him. he’d ignore you in the halls and during class, and when you’d innocently ask him for his input on something, you’d be met with a sneer and a condescending retort.

“i don’t fraternize with people like you. don’t bother me.”

despite this, he’d always wander around near wherever you went. going to the library at the same time as you so he could snatch whatever book you had planned to check out away from you and take it for himself, making sure to go to the cafeteria just before you arrived so he could take what he knew was your favorite snacks, and he’d always be at the dorms before you — trying so hard to not stare at you when you passed by in your pajamas, fresh out of the showers.

your stupid body wash smelled so good… he couldn’t help himself when he snuck back to the locker room after hours to snag it for himself.

weeks after your arrival and sudden climb to the top, everyone was confused to see you were still attending the school. sterling would’ve taken out anyone else by then, what was so different about you?

but no one would ask, obviously. nor would anyone come to your aid when all of your pencils and pens were all mysteriously snapped in half one day. or when you’d find your notes torn into pieces and haphazardly stuffed back into your bag. and when you tried to alert staff about your dorm room’s door being ajar for some reason, they brushed you off even though you knew for a fact someone had gone through your things (‘nothing important’s gone? no bother pursuing the matter, then’).

with how much disdain and contempt he seemed to hold for you, it was so strange that sterling didn’t like the idea of no longer catching daily glimpses of you. or having access to your things.

so even though sterling went out of his way to make your school life nearly unbearable as revenge for coming along and doing just that to him first, he didn’t make the move to actually have you removed from the school and opted to torment you instead.

you deserved it, he told himself. far more than anyone who came before you.

he’d show you what happens when you bother sterling cygnus.

#🪶 sterling cygnus #yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #male yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere writing #yandere oc #mine | fics #posting this minutes before my psych appointment LOOOOL

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aventurine-official · 3 months

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Who, me? Call me Aventurine of Stratagems~

Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back when you see fit. Exploitation and treachery are simply tools of the trade. But remember, I don't make deals that don't pay off... So, I hope you don't disappoint me.

Life is a gamble, but if you play your cards right... you might just win. I could teach you a few tricks, if you'd let me.

I work for the Interastral Peace Corporation-- I manage the Strategic Investment Department, but I always have time for a game and a drink or two. Maybe you should take me out sometime~

I've been called pretty many, many times, much like the stone I share my name with. I suppose it's true, I do seem to be blessed with good looks... but aventurine stones also have a sharp edge, and that's something you'd be better off remembering.

I'm not afraid to place bets on things that I want, and you'll often find that when I bet on something, I'm not usually wrong. Blessed by luck, blessed by fate-- I've heard it all, but I like to think that in someway, this skill, these wins, are all mine because I've earned them.

After all, life is just one grand bet, and I'll always be the final victor.

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bloodyquillink-blog · 5 months

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I loved your reader x logan story!!!! it made me NEED more lol. Would you be willing to possibly write one for logan x reader where they meet at heshs wedding. Logan is best man for hesh, and reader is heshs finance maid of honor. they get forced to pair up and hate each other but then fall in love by the end of the wedding planning.

If it’s super confusing that’s okay!!

A/N 🪶: I’m glad you enjoyed it! I noticed you said they meet at Hesh’s wedding but then said they fall in love by the end of the wedding planning which was sort of confusing so I made a few adjustments if that’s okay. I will say I struggled with this prompt a bit, but the challenge felt good! I'm gonna label this one an f!reader as I noticed you used her when explaining.

Warnings/Tags: Reader wears a dress, Reader is from east coast, very fluffy and sweet, Happy Ending, Spaceballs(1987) Reference, Features a couple oc!characters as reader’s friends, Logan used to tease reader for being short, Keegan and Kick get bitches

Word Count: 5.1K

Who Would’ve Thought? Logan Walker x f!reader

You step out of the cab and grab your luggage from the trunk of the black SUV, your friends following. As your group moves to the sidewalk so as to not obstruct traffic, Wanda shades her eyes from the bright sun and looks up at the giant hotel.

“Lena’s fiancé rented out this whole place?!” Wanda exclaims in disbelief.

“Actually, it was her fiancés captain. David wasn’t even asking him to, he just brought up that they wanted some place nice and spacious for everyone and then his captain took care of it all.” Shawn corrects.

“Aw, that’s nice of him. Looks like he spared no expense either, shit!” Mara laughs.

“Looks like we’ll also be with a bunch of soldiers too, so remember to be nice! I’m looking at you, Mara.” You point.

“If they don’t mess with me, or any of you for that matter, then I won’t mess with them. Might wanna tell David to warn them too!” Mara doesn’t even look at you when she speaks, you already knew the drill after having known her and the others for so many years.

A car screeches to a stop right next to you, the door opening as Kat, your best friend since high school, jumps out and runs over to you all screaming incoherently.

“EEE! My girls!!! My best girls!!!” She manages to wrap all of you in her arms and squeezes you so tight, you begin to question if you’ll even make it to the wedding without some kind of breathing tool. Her soon-to-be husband steps out as well.

“H-Hi, Dav-id!” You squeak as Lena’s hug gets even tighter. You and your –breathless– friends endure the pain of friendship while David gets their luggage. He chuckles as he walks over to you all.

“Honey, you’re killing your friends.” He says, jokingly… you think.

“10 more seconds!” Lena shouts. David looks at each of you, smiling.

“We’ll remember all of you well, what kinda of graves do you want?” He jokes. Lena finally lets go and playfully smacks David on his arm.

“Yeah yeah, can’t a girl be happy to see her best friends?” She looks over at all of you, still smiling as wide as ever. You, Mara, Wanda and Shawn are hunched over, gasping for air as quietly, and gratefully, as possible. You hold out one of your hands.

“Good to see you in person again.” you pant. David gives you a half-hug so as not to make breathing even harder for you.

“I think you realigned my chakra with that hug.” Wanda groans.

“Which one?” Mara asks. Wanda pauses for a moment, still panting.

“All of them?” She answers. David continues giving hugs before kissing Lena on her forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“I think that might just be your spine shifting back into place.” Shawn points.

“So, how was the flight over here? Nothing too bad, I hope.” David asks. You talk with them as you bring your luggage inside the hotel. All of you had a relatively quick and painless flight, ignoring your bag almost breaking open twice and Wanda needing to replace hers in the airport when it broke after the first layover. Mara and Shawn were all set and helped her pick out better suitcases. At one point, Mara offered to hold some of your things in her bag. It’s not that either of them traveled light, Shawn noted, they just packed more efficiently than you. You stuck your tongue out at her for that.

As you each receive your room keys, you hear the revolving door swirl. David looks over and waves to a small group of men, all dressed in mostly dark clothes despite the summer heat. One of them is absolutely huge with a beard, the next three are relatively similar in size and height, their eyes dark as they walked just a bit behind the older man. You recognize one of them but you can’t remember how. He holds your gaze until David begins introducing them.

“Ladies, I’d like you to meet my sweet old Captain.” He smiles as you all chuckle amongst yourselves. The man eyes David before shaking each of your hands.

“Call me Merrick. If you ever want to hear any stories about David, let me know. I suddenly have plenty to share.” Your group giggles as David deadpans and rolls his eyes before introducing the next man to come up.

“This is Keegan “The Smoothtalker” Russ, he and Merrick both worked with my dad a while back before the Federation. One of the most reliable men I know.” Keegan walks forward to shake your hands as well.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” his voice is even deeper than Merrick’s, “I hope I can make your night as well.” You notice he holds onto Mara’s hand a bit longer than everyone else’s, he stares directly into her eyes. Mara doesn’t shrink at all despite his intimidating aura.

“I’d like to see you try, tough guy.” She shoots back. Keegan smirks as he steps back into his original spot. Mara doesn’t usually flirt, but when she does, it’s honestly inspirational.

David moves on to the next man, he bares some resemblance to David, actually. Wait…

“This is my brother, Logan, the first most reliable man I know.” He doesn’t say anything. Your friends offer a small wave, while you stare.

“Long time no see, Logan.” You say, smiling. He nods, smirk on his face, while David moves on. The next man is a little shorter than Keegan and Logan, but seems somewhat more approachable.

“This is Kick, the biggest nerd I know but another one of the most reliable men I know.” Kick rolls his eyes and steps forward to shake everyone’s hands.

“You may not know this but Hesh- er- David,” He corrects, “is unintentionally the funniest man I know.”

“Thanks, Kick–”

“I mean you should see him whenever he faceplants on the field after slipping, it’s like a cartoon. He gets up and it’s like he got a mud mask.” You all giggle as Kick walks back with his head high and David bites his lip as his ears turn pink.

“Don’t suppose you have pictures?” Shawn asks, Kick shakes his head but smiles.

“If I get any, I’ll send them to you right away.” David is gritting his teeth at this point.

“Okay, hun, do you wanna introduce your friends?” Lena brings her hands together, excited.

“Oh yeah! David and Logan already know her but,” She introduces you first. “She’s my best friend since high school! And this is Mara “The Baddie” Williams, and Wanda “The Mind Reader” Stevens and Shawn, who’s a nerd too! But it’s cool when she does it.”

“Interesting names. So, what qualifies you as a nerd?” Kick asks, amused.

“I did computer science and engineering in my first four years of college, then went back for my masters in computer science and I’m working on my doctoral, at the moment. I think she just calls me a nerd because I’m doing an ‘unnecessary amount of school’.” Shawn explains. Kick nods, appreciatively.

“What do you- you guys do?” Shawn seems nervous suddenly.

“I’m an IT specialist, so I also work with computers a lot.” Kick answers immediately. Shawn nods, smiling an awful lot more than usual.

“Cool, cool… and, uh, you guys?”

“As Hesh pointed out, I am apparently a ‘sweet’ and ‘old’ Captain. My job is working with these assholes and others like them.”

“Jury’s still out on the ‘sweet’ part, but everything else, yeah. I’m one of the assholes he works with, sadly.” Keegan says with a straight face.

“Same thing for Logan and I, just a couple assholes trying to make the world a better place.”

“I knew it, I’m surrounded by assholes.” Shawna jokes. Wanda turns to her.

“Did you actually just make a Spaceballs reference? Right now?”

“It is a good movie.” Kick admits.

“See, he agrees with me so it must be correct.” Shawna and Wanda bicker about the film. Lena claps her hands to get everyone's attention.

“Okay, why don’t we get our keys and head to our rooms before dinner and we can relax a bit and explore the hotel.” She suggests. As she finishes, the rotating door slides as more soldiers enter and fill up the lobby, some passing by David and clapping him on the back.

“I gotta stay here to help everyone else get comfortable, but you guys go on ahead.” David and Lena share a quick kiss before she turns. She pulls out her key card and excitedly ran off and then ran back to grab her luggage and waved goodbye.

“It was nice to meet you all! See you at dinner!” With the weight of her luggage, it was more of a speed walk. You and the girls wave goodbye and follow her to the big elevator centered in the lobby. As you walk, you feel eyes on you. Once you get to the elevator and wait, you look around. It doesn’t take much to find out what’s wrong. You look back over towards David and see Logan staring in your direction. You hold his gaze for a moment and force yourself to wave at him. He just looks away, focusing on whatever David is talking about with his group.

You ignore the interaction (if you can even call it that) and join into the conversation your friends are having. Lena is explaining the schedule while Shawna corrects her.

“Okay, so! We have dinner at 6:30! It’s like noon right now-”

“It’s 1:30.”

“Same thing! So, I got a room for all of us to share so we can be roommates!”

“Like it’s college again!” Wanda interjects.

All of you file into the elevator and go to your shared room. There’s five beds spread out amongst the room. The bathroom includes a separate bath and shower with multiple baskets of travel size toiletries lined along the side of the bathtub. You all set down your luggage beside one of the beds and sit down on the soft mattress and plush covers, talking amongst yourselves while you clean up for dinner.

After a few hours, you head down to the hotel restaurant. There were many tables filled already by David’s military friends. Him, Logan and his friends you met earlier sit at one table amongst their peers while Lena leads you to a different table that’s within their view. Logan can easily just stare directly at you from his spot which is exactly what he’s doing. When you look at him, you see the smile on his face. You almost immediately feel the weight of possible insults he could throw at you.

When you were younger, you knew the Walker boys when they attended the same middle school as you on the east coast since their family was moving around a lot at the time before going back to San Diego. While Logan was quiet then, he still managed to make silent jokes at your expense. He’d rest his elbow on your head or bend his knees or hunch over dramatically to highlight the height difference between you two at the time. One time, he saw a chihuahua being walked by its owner and pointed at it then pointed at you before patting your head and continuing to walk beside David, their longer strides made it hard for you to catch up.

None of those jokes seem to come from him now but it left an imprint at the time that was apparently enough to make you self-conscious in front of him these days.

Maybe I should’ve worn heels, you thought.

Whatever, it's too late now. Lena put her purse down in her chair.

“I’ll be right back!” and she scurried off to see David. Their happiness is worth it. You can get through the dinner. You and your friends take a look at the menu. Before long, everyone’s ordering and drinking together. Lena’s since returned from the other table and excitedly talks about the hotel. “It’s so nice, I can’t wait to explore it with all of you. I think I heard they have an arcade room somewhere.” As everyone talks, your phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: Can you tell Lena I said thank you for giving me your number?

Who the fu-

You look up at Logan again. That same damn smile on his face, phone in hand. His smile looks so damn genuine but you can’t help but feel like it’s fake. You look at Lena.

“You gave him my number?!” You whisper yell.

“Oh yeah! He asked me for it and I thought ‘Why not’, so now you guys can catch up a bit while everything’s going on.”

As much as you want to grab her by the shoulders and shake her silly, you can’t. She was trying to be nice and this was something for you to take up with him yourself, like an adult. You exhale through your nose and show her the text.

“He wanted me to say thanks.” You chuckle. You refuse to ruin her mood in any way on the week of her wedding, especially if she’s done nothing wrong. She smiles and turns to look at Logan, bringing two thumbs up which he returns. You bite your tongue and type in his name for the contact before typing more.

You: It’s rude to text during dinner

Logan Walker: Tell that to Kick and your friend.

With wrinkled brows, you look up at your table and see Shawn typing which is strange because Shawn’s the one who reminds everyone of table etiquette. You look between Kick and Shawn, remembering their interaction earlier. Oh?

“Shawn, what happened to your table manners?” You ask, trying not to smile. She looks up with wide eyes, suddenly shy again.

“Oh! Sorry, I, um…” Her phone buzzes. Lena finished sipping her wine.

“Guilty, I may or may not have given Kick her number too!” Lena chimes in.

“It’s been like 5 minutes and you’re already forgetting table manners? Okay, Shawn, I see you.” Shawn flushes at your comment and finishes a quick text before putting her phone away, smiling at Kick who sees her and smiles back.

“Done now! So, what were we talking about?” Shawn’s face is still red as she attempts to shift the conversation. As Mara and Wanda poke and prod, your phone vibrates.

Logan Walker: Since it’s so rude, I’ll text you after dinner.

You: Much appreciated

Logan Walker: But before I do, I just wanted to say you look nice tonight.

You: I feel a joke coming on

Logan Walker: A joke?

You: Nevermind

You shove your phone in your bag and get back to the conversation at hand. Not too long after, dinner is served. You share laughs and drinks, as well as small bites of your gourmet meals. Afterwards, dessert is served. You can’t tell which course you enjoyed more but both taste like heaven.

When the night is over, everyone heads back to their rooms, aside from Lena and David who spend some time together away from their “roommates”. You sit in bed, showered and ready to sleep when you remember the texts. You pick up your phone and read.

Logan Walker: So what did you mean by joke?

You: You remember in middle school when you’d always make fun of my height

Logan Walker: Oh.

The hell does “Oh.” mean?

Logan Walker: And you thought I was gonna make fun of you tonight?

You: I was expecting it yeah

Logan Walker: I meant what I said earlier.

Logan Walker: I didn’t realize I bothered you so much back then.

You wait a few seconds, seeing three dots appear and disappear a couple times.

Logan Walker: I’m sorry.

He’s apologizing? You debate your response in your head.

You: Thanks

Logan Walker: I’ll let you be, it’s late. I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow.

Logan Walker: Don’t be late.

You: I am never late

Logan Walker: You were late to dinner.

You: I was right on time!

Logan Walker: In the military, if you aren’t early, you’re late.

You: The bride decides the time of arrival

Logan Walker: You made that up.

You: You’re applying a military “rule” to civilians

Logan doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t see any dots.

You: I got you there

You: Goodnight mr sergeant walker sir

You immediately put down your phone smiling to yourself as though you just broke a rule in an elementary school class on purpose and feel that little rush of doing something “bad”. If your friends weren’t sleeping, you’d probably be giggling or some shit like a damn schoolgirl. As you roll over on your side, ready to sleep, you realize something. Logan Walker made you smile. You go to bed feeling warm and fuzzy.

You wake up the next morning to Lena shaking you awake before she moves on to the others. You collectively get ready and head out by 10:30 for brunch. Before the doors open, you swear you can already smell the food. You eat in the same restaurant area of the hotel as you did last night. While the tables remain in the same spots, the room has brought in more tables, all divided into sections where chefs make and serve food. You can even see the spice racks hanging on the walls that must’ve been moved in here. As everyone moves throughout the room, you sit down with Mara and Wanda. Lena joins not too long after.

“Where’s Shawn?” She asks. Mara looks around and points, smiling. Shawn is walking around beside Kick as they talk, almost looking excited. Kick intently listens and you notice whenever he finishes talking, Shawn’s smile gets a little wider. Wanda pulls out her phone and sends a quick text before eying Shawn carefully. Shawn pulls her phone out, Kick waiting patiently. Suddenly, she looks up at your table of smirks and turns back to Kick giggling, her face already red. After a minute more of talking, they go their separate ways. You see Kick sit beside Logan and he makes a comment that has Kick rolling his eyes. Logan’s eyes turn to you and he smiles. This time you smile back at him and get to eating.

The next couple days are a blur. You and your friends explore inside and outside the hotel, hanging out in mud baths at the spa with some other ladies, and you think you see a couple men too, from the military getting massages. As much as you want one as well, they probably need it more if the content groaning you hear says anything. You’re all sure to say thank you before heading out for shopping. You already brought your bridesmaid dress, but you see a pale blue dress with flowy sleeves that you must have. You notice Mara, Shawn and Wanda have matching dresses tailored to their style and body, their dresses are nearly at the floor and the sleeves go to their wrists whereas yours stops before your elbows and the hem is a little above your ankles. They all wear a variety of darker shades of blue while yours is noticeably more pastel than theirs.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you already picked out dresses! Do they have more of those?” Lena grabs you by the shoulders, a firm grip.

“You won’t be needing to match them! In fact, it’s good you won’t.” She has another excited look on her face. Before you can ask her what wicked thing she has planned, she spreads her arms out in front of you.

“You’re my maid of honor!” Your mouth drops open. You look at the others who are all smiling almost as wide as her.

“You little shits, did you plan this?!” You know the answer and they all confirm with a nod and you squeal, giving Lena a bear hug. Both of you practically fighting to crush the other in your arms, but lovingly so. Eventually, everyone joins in.

After more shopping and spending time with your girls, you text Logan to let him know you were all heading back. The wedding was tomorrow and your favorite love birds, David and Lena, already had arrangements to make sure they didn’t see each other at least 24 hours before the wedding.

Logan Walker: Don’t worry, we have him locked in the bathroom.

You: Will that hold him?

Logan Walker: No, but this is what we’re trained for.

You: You’re trained to hold your brother in a bathroom?

Logan Walker: The army prepares us for everything.

You felt bold tonight.

You: What else are you prepared for?

Logan Walker: Can’t say, surprise attacks only work when no one expects them.

You: Are you gonna attack me?

Logan Walker: Maybe. Probably.

Logan Walker: Only if you give me a reason to.

You: Yeah ok soldier boy

You suddenly feel like you’re in trouble.

You: I’m sorry

Logan Walker: You’re in room 345, right?

You: …no

Logan Walker: You have 5 seconds to tell me the truth.

You: IM SORRY

Logan Walker: 4

You: IM INNOCENT

Logan Walker: 3

You: LOGAN NO

Logan Walker: 2

You: OKAY FINE

You: YES

You: SHIT

You: Fuckin interrogating me

Logan Walker: It’s my job.

You: Is it tho?

Logan Walker: When necessary.

You: Yeah that’s not ominous at all

You: Wedding’s tomorrow

Logan Walker: Oh, is it? I didn’t know that.

You: Yeah okay stupid comment

Logan Walker: Happens to the best of us.

You: So you admit I’m the best?

There’s a pause.

Logan Walker: Goodnight.

You: Thats a yes!

You: Im calling it a yes!

You: Im the best!

You see he’s reading your texts but not answering and decide to stop.

You: Goodnight

Before you can put your phone down, it vibrates.

Logan Walker: I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

And the conversation ends there.

Finally, the morning comes and Lena can’t sit still. After having to text back and forth with Logan about moving through the hotel so the couple doesn’t see one another, everyone heads out. You make it safely to the bride’s dressing room with everything you need. The hair stylist and makeup artist are already there and greet you inside. Lena’s mom has also joined to help her with the dress. Before you and the bridesmaids start getting ready, you take turns going out in casual clothes to get small snacks and water for everyone. You talk about the schedule of the day and occasionally past weddings you’ve attended.

Sometimes, Lena’s mom chimes in about her wedding, and the disaster it almost became multiple times the day of. From the makeup artist getting food poisoning when only half her face was done, the marriage officiant came in with crutches and a limp, the cake was almost destroyed when it was left somewhere in the hotel and no one knew where (keeping in mind the hotel you’re in is smaller than the even fancier hotel her mom was married in.).

As time continued going on and you all got yourselves together, it was time. Lena’s beautiful in her long white dress and veil that framed her face. Mara, Shawn and Wanda look amazing in their darker hues. Lena’s mom’s trying not to cry. And you felt pretty. Not even pretty, shit, you felt gorgeous. After thanking the makeup artist and hair stylist, you head out.

Lena and her mom walk arm in arm, David is biting his lip as he fails to contain a wide smile. You’re sure you can see tears in his eyes. You and Shawn and Mara and Wanda walk in pairs behind Lena. As Lena stands across from David, you stand on the far left side of the front with Mara, Shawn and Wanda standing to your right. You look across the way at the groomsmen. At Logan. Where your dress is lighter than the bridesmaids, his suit is lighter than his fellow groomsmen. The groomsmens suits are dull in comparison to the bridesmaids. Everyone still looks great and matches wonderfully. Logan looks so handsome. The entire time, you guys eye each other when the other looks away. Lena is crying and David is trying to hold back his tears, both still smiling at one another.

The vows and kiss are what break David, even with tears he continues smiling at his bride while everyone claps. Logan’s smiles and all of the groomsmen crowd around him as the photographer stands in the middle of the aisle. Then you, the bridesmaids and Lena take a photo as well. You spend almost another hour taking photos of everyone together in the venue before the afterparty ceremony begins. The toast and dinner seems to bring everyone even closer, you find yourself talking with a few other soldiers. Afterwards, at the cake cutting, Lena and David hold the knife together and pick out a slice. Lena swipes her finger against the knife, picking up the leftover frosting, before lightly pressing her finger onto the tip of David’s nose. He stares at her for a second before squishing his nose onto her cheek, returning the frosting. The interaction is held onto by the photographer taking pictures of the moment.

A few minutes later, David and Lena come up to you.

“So, how do you like dancing?” She asks.

“... You’re planning something again, aren’t you?” You respond, all too aware of her tendencies.

“Oh, no.”

“You’re not?”

“No. It was already planned.”

“What was planned?”

“So, the best man and maid of honor are expected to be paired for the dancing.” She’s smiling as though something mischievous has happened.

“So…” Logan appears before you can ask anything.

“Logan’s my best man. Lena was telling me about her plans for the bridesmaids dresses, so I did the same for the groomsmens suits.” David explains. Your face feels warm.

“W-Well, I’m ready when you guys are. Just, uh, say the word.”

“The word is now!” The music immediately changes to something soft and sweet. David and Lena move to the middle of the room. You and Logan stand on the opposite side of the floor to the tables. You back at Logan and do a double take when you see Kick and Shawn on the other side of Lena and David. You smile at her, her face is more red than ever. You think you see the redness goes all the way to her hands, of which Kick holds tenderly. Kick looks over and smiles at the both of you. You look back to Logan and think about the whole situation. Your best friend is getting married, your other friend apparently has a love interest, and you have some kind of maybe love interest person, kind of, possibly (good lord, even your thoughts are flustered). You see Shawn pointing towards the tables and Kick chuckles. You look over and your jaw drops.

Just off to the side of the tables, away from the dance floor, Mara leans against Keegan while he has his hands around her waist. He rests his chin on her head while she covers her face in her hands, giggling. Were all of you reduced to fits of giggles because of military men? Apparently so. As all of you chuckle to yourselves, you look at Logan. He’s smirking at you, his cheeks are a little pink.

“Hi…” You whisper, staring into his eyes.

“Hi.” He whispers back, staring back at you.

“I’m glad I saw you again, Logan.”

“Me too.” He pauses for a moment. “You still on the east coast?”

“Yeah, yeah. Never really left. It’s just my place, I guess.”

“Everyone has their place in the world.”

“I guess they do, yeah.”

“Would you mind if, after all of this, I visited?” You blink, a smile slowly creeps onto your face.

“I’d like it if you did.” Logan smiles wide and attempts to keep his cool. The flow of the conversation is interrupted by Wanda sauntering over.

“Hehe, hi guys.” Her words are almost slurred.

“Wanda, how much have you had tonight?” She pauses a moment, thinking.

“Um, I think, like, maybe a couple?”

“A couple?” You and Logan have stopped moving at this point, but your hand is still in his and his other hand remains on your hip. You’re both smiling to yourselves.

“Yeah, hehe.” Merrick walks up behind her. “Oh, hi, Captain sir!” He silently brings his arms around her stomach and lifts her just enough to get her feet off the floor, allowing him to walk away while Wanda continues her drunken giggling. You watch as he sets her down and instructs her to sit in a chair, before moving all alcoholic drinks away. She pouts looking at the cup of water that just so happens to be in front of her. You start laughing, trying to be silent so as to not draw attention away from Lena, but your fit has you putting your forehead on Logan’s chest. You feel him rumbling from his chuckles. You look back up and catch Lena laughing and directing Logan to a Merrick, who’s smirking down at the still pouting Wanda. Everyone’s happy tonight it seems. Even as the party dies down, it stays that way. Full of happiness.

~A couple months later~

You walk to your front door after hearing a firm couple of knocks. You look through the peephole and smile to yourself, heart pulsing. Opening the door, you see the man you’ve been waiting for. Logan grins, moving forward to pull you into a tight hug. His arms are always so warm, you’ve noticed.

“I missed you so much, what took so long?” You ask.

“A nearly canceled flight, traffic, there’s more if you wanna hear about it.” He answers, grabbing his luggage and bringing it in.

“Tell me everything! I’m still making dinner.” You spend the next thirty or so minutes cooking and talking, Logan talks and tastes the food intermittently. His vacation consists of exploring your town and attending special events throughout his time here. You catch up on your lives, or as much as he can tell you about. Originally, it was supposed to be two weeks of staying at your home. This changed to three, then four, and so on until Logan ended up changing his address and bringing in boxes. While he still has to leave for months at a time every once in a while, it makes seeing him worth it.

Then the day comes when he’s home for good. He stays in the state with a new job. You learn to lose the fear of losing him with every night you spend in one another's arms. Years later, you’re having your own wedding with him. Your friends wear similar bridesmaids dresses and groomsmen suits to remind yourselves of the event that led to this… the happiest moment of your life.

I hope you enjoyed this. Thank you for your request. I will add this to my CoD Stories series on Ao3 @ RiversSong82

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i keep getting silly and annoying so please take this excerpt from a future chapter/drabble from Tender Buttons X3

this can technically be liv x female reader?? just replace my name i dunno

“Hold that steady, alright?” Olivia advised as she looked over her shoulder at Lucy behind her.

Olivia had just met this girl maybe a week before, her mere appearance being a scientific breakthrough, but in confusion of what to do with her Olivia had just opted to take her to the lab with her. It was quite a trip to get there, a long bus ride since she only had one bike, but Lucy was quiet and polite the whole morning. It was easier to have a lab assistant, anyways. Still- this is surprising for her, such an attachment to such an odd young woman, but it brought her a sense of comfort.

“Mmhm,” Lucy mumbled as she gently reattached a wire on Olivia's back brace. The harness was a finicky thing, Lucy couldn't guess how it worked if she tried. It extended from Olivia's lower back to her shoulders, and a small inhibitor chip laid on her neck. She really didn't want to accidentally brush Olivia’s skin there, or cause any accidents in general. The small red wire slides into its port with a click, and Olivia reacts by straightening her stance, it must've worked. “That alright?” Lucy asked, bringing her hands back and looking to the desk they stood by for the next part.

“Good, that's good,” Olivia responded calmly, bringing her hair over her shoulders to reveal more of her back. The tentacles were deactivated, resting like a nest of snakes in four ports on the upper half of the suit, but with Lucy’s help they released a small hiss of air, like she unclogged a tiny vent in them. Olivia sighed with the sound, aiding Lucy's curiosity.

She had been told that the actuators were quite literally connected to Olivia's brain, but just had another little question on them.

“Would you mind fixing the tip of this one, Lucy?” Olivia breaks through the girl's thoughts with the simplest request, and gets a quick nod in response. The tentacle in question slides out of its place, the strange slick sound accompanying it once more as it curled up and faced Lucy. “Its connecting band got a bit roughed up a while back, I haven't had time to fix it up.”

Lucy cups right under the metal band with gentle hands, wrapping them around the tentacle like how one would hold an animal as she inspects under its split and tapered ends. She does see the spot Olivia spoke of, a rip of the silicone by the almost weathered metal. “Got it- What do you want me to do?”

“Could you remove that and replace it with this?” The doctor leans forward, picking up a slightly larger band on her desk, “Please?”

Lucy tenses up, she didn't even think Olivia knew that word, but she plays it off as she reaches for the band. Does she even ask her employees this nicely? How is Lucy worthy of this? Olivia seems like one who could intimidate with a stare. Lucy does as told, unlatching the original band at a small magnetic break in the middle. When she takes it off and slides it on the table, the part that was covered inflates slightly with Olivia's inhale. It quickly returns to its normal diameter, though, when she gets the new band on.

“Hey, doctor?” She chimes in, keeping her hands on the new band for a moment. Olivia responds with a slight “Hm?”

“Can you feel what they do?” Lucy asks. She pokes one of the claw-like tips of the extended tentacle, before gently pinching it on a small suction cup between two fingers. It's squishy at the end but firm overall, definitely a strange texture.

Olivia laughs under her breath, turning to face the desk as she looks at Lucy. Her hair falls back behind her, sprawling out back to its natural frizziness with the purple strands practically lighting up under the lab lights. “Somewhat, yes,” She says with a smile, like the question was silly yet expected, “It's fairly… Minimal, but I felt that.” She moves the tentacle to flick at the pinch, rising before retracting it back by the others. Lucy jumps a little at the flick, her eyes going wider and her heart feeling like it could skip a beat. She knew what those things could do. Olivia just chuckles to herself, her eyes squinting slightly with her amusement like this was the first time she's genuinely laughed in a while. Sure, Lucy looks surprised, but she smiles back, and even laughs quietly along.

“That was a, hah, pretty good answer,” Lucy says while leaning her arm on the desk to try and look nonchalant. Olivia's still snickering to herself, before calming down with a deep breath. Liv had never seen a reaction to her arms like that, and this one was by far the most endearing.

“Glad I could help,” The doctor replies. She picks up her lab coat that she had laid on her desk edge to slip it back on. As she rolls up the cuffs, she can't help but notice how red Lucy's cheeks have gotten. She's had a hunch about this girl for a bit.

“No! No, I’m the one who helped!” Lucy practically chirps, scrambling to Olivia's side as they both walk to the office door.

“Mhm, well, if you like helping so much, I’ve got one last little request,” The other woman began, turning from the door to face Lucy, “C’mere, I’d like to try something.” The small sound of the actuators accents her voice.

Even from their short time together, Lucy knows when Olivia is planning something, but moves from her side anyways.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Lucy's quite literally swept off her feet. A sharp yelp escapes her as just two of the tentacles are able to coil twice at her waist and lift her a foot into the air. She doesn't struggle much, kicking a little when she's adjusted into a more comfortable position. All the while, Olivia is grinning like a wolf. She breaks out in laughter at Lucy's reaction, almost buckling forward as she slightly shakes Lucy with her laughter.

“Goodness! You sound like you’ve been hurt!” The doctor snickers through laughs, her voice bright and enthusiastic. If anything, Lucy's just embarrassed, her face flushing after she's literally been hoisted about like a ragdoll. She doesn't seem… Mad, though. “Sorry, sorry! I just, it's cute-”

Lucy’s eyes go wide, and she blinks a few times in confusion as Olivia calms herself down.

“Everyone either hates these, or are scared to death, you just sound like a little animal!” It takes Olivia a moment, but she does end up placing Lucy back on the floor, but not retracting the tentacles afterwards. They sort of just sit there under her arms.

“Wait! Wait- Cute?!” Lucy exclaims, more caught up on that than on the loose coils around her torso.

“What? Did that mean something different on your Earth?” Olivia still hasn't gotten off her high, feeling happier than she had for a bit. She crosses her arms over her chest.

“No! No, I- Uh-” Lucy grumbles, leaning backwards into the tentacles around her as if she were simply leaning on a wall.

“Don't worry about it, I mean it.” Olivia waves off Lucy’s sighing with one last little laugh, all before tugging on Lucy to get her to follow along. “Now, please, we haven't even started the regular work,” She smiles as she retracts the tentacles, leaving Lucy to follow along.

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