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delicatebarness · 7 days

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i cant read your mind | chapter one

Summary: It has been six months since half the universe came back, six months since Steve left, six months since you lost Natasha, and three months since finding out the man you were sleeping with wanted to end it.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout.

Word Count: 1600

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A/N: I have watched TFATWS at least 6 times this week so I am prepared for this.

Tags: @blackhawkfanatic | @cjand10 | @wintrsoldrluvr | @missvelvetsstuff

As Sam addressed the crowd at the Smithsonian, you listened to his every word by Rhodey’s side. You let yourself laugh at the appropriate moments and fought back tears as your friend paid tribute to another. Your heart ached as you watched him pass on the shield, the symbol that guided you to become the best agent you could and more.

“I can’t do this,” you murmured almost inaudibly as you slipped away from the crowd, retreating to the quiet street. You steadied your thoughts, taking a few deep breaths. Retrieving your phone from your purse, you hesitated before dialing a number. “Come on,” you urged as the ringing persisted.

Disappointment washes over you as you realize there’s no answer on the other end, you stand there for a moment. Staring at your call lost, feeling the loneliness creep in as you see that none of your calls have been picked up. Taking another deep breath, you put your phone back and start walking. Each step is a deliberate effort to move forward.

While navigating the streets of Washington, your thoughts are focused on the events at the Smithsonian. The passing of the shield symbolized the end of an era for you. An era that had taken over her entire adult life.

You enter your quiet apartment and sink onto the couch. The weight of the day, flight, and lack of food were starting to seem heavier, you couldn’t bring yourself to get changed out of the formal black dress you had been wearing since half four that morning. You retrieved your phone from your purse once again, your fingers hovering over the screen as you debated whether to try calling again.

You knew it was getting late but you dialed the number again, heart pounding with anticipation. As the phone rang, you tried not getting your hopes up, but they were crushed when it went to voicemail.

Sighing deeply, you set your phone down as you got back up from the couch and made your way back out into the street. You were proud of yourself for not letting the tears spill down your cheeks.

The streets were quiet, and the soft glow of the streetlights offered a semblance of solace. With no destination in your mind, you wandered as the hunger gnawed at your stomach. Searching for a nearby restaurant for a late-night bite, you approached the diner you knew as Izzy.

Your heart lurched in your chest as you recognized the figure through the window, sitting opposite a woman, she seemed to be laughing at whatever it was he was telling her. Playing a game of Battleship and drinking. “Not like that’s going to affect him,” you thought as you took in the sight. For a moment, you stood frozen in place, the tears you previously held back now beginning to spill.

Once you were home and washed the day off of you, a hint of optimism rose from within you. Deciding to open yourself up to a new experience, you downloaded a popular dating app and uploaded all the photos of you in dresses that hugged your body just the way you loved. The way he once said should be for his eyes only. Swiping through profiles, it didn’t take long for you to come across someone who caught your eye, and match with them.

You exchanged messages for the rest of the night, at some point agreeing to meet for brunch the next morning.

Your date was waiting for you when you arrived at the cafe, a friendly smile lighting up his face. Exchanging greetings, he pulled out a chair for you and helped with your coat and bag. You thanked him, finding yourself relaxed in his company.

Settling into conversation, you shared stories, laughed, and began feeling a genuine connection. You hadn’t allowed yourself to truly feel this happy in three months, letting yourself let go of the weight that had been pressed into your chest for so long.

“Is that? Is that The Winter Soldier?” your date asked, his focus moving away from you and instead toward the entrance of the cafe. Turning your gaze over to where your date had been looking, it felt like time stopped as you looked into the eyes of a furrowing James Buchanan Barnes. His fist clenched under his leather gloves.

“Here we go,” you mumbled under your breath as you noticed him making his way over to you. With trembling hands, you reached for the glass of champagne that sat on the table in front of you. Tilting the glass back, you swallowed every last drop of it in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“I need to speak to you,” Bucky growled, his voice low and commanding as he towered over you. As much as you’ve wanted nothing more than to be around him for the last three months, you kept your gaze fixed on your date. “Now.”

“I’m on a date,” your tone even with a hint of defiance as you responded to the super soldier. You watched as the eyes of your date filled with fear and amazement.

“I can see that,” he replied dryly, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he gave your date a pointed look. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sensing the tension between you and Bucky.

“Whatever you have to say, it can wait,” your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I’m here with someone else,” you added emphasis on ‘someone else’ as you sensed him tense up beside you.

Your date cleared his throat, shooting a hesitant glance between you and Bucky. He spoke up, his tone polite but uneasy. “Perhaps I should… give you two some privacy?” He began to stand from the table, making his way over to the restrooms. Bucky quickly sat in the seat he had previously occupied.

Your gaze was ablaze with a mixture of hurt and frustration as you finally made eye contact with Bucky. “What do you want?” your voice trembled slightly.

Bucky couldn’t suppress the sarcasm that came from his tone as he looked over toward the restrooms. “Well, he seems like a real charmer,” his tone full of irony.

You shot him a disapproving look, eyebrows knitting together in a silent warning. “Again, what do you want?” Bucky looked back at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his hips. Rolling your eyes, you defended the man you had known for less than 12 hours. “He’s a nice guy,”

Leaning back in his seat, Bucky folded his arms across his chest as he sent you a knowing look. “If you say so,” he remarked. If it wasn’t for the dry and snarky tone, you’d have thought he was backing down. “And, I’m sure he can handle a doll such as you,” he continued while sending you a wink.

“Can’t you just go back to ignoring me like you have done for the last three months?” you sighed, picking up your fork and using it to move food around your plate.

“I saw the pictures you used for your little dating profile,” he glared at you when he noticed a smirk now taking place over your lips.

You shrugged nonchalantly and replied with a calm tone. “Yeah, and?”

His jaw tightened at your response, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Thought they were only for me?” he pressed.

Your expression softened, remorse flickering over your features as you looked back at him. “Things change,” you murmured, your voice tinged with regret. “I waited five years for you to come back, five years of not even knowing if you were coming back,” your voice quivered with emotion.

Bucky’s gaze softened, and he straightened his posture. “I know-” he began to speak but you cut him off before he could finish.

“No, Bucky, you don’t” you shot back at him, your voice rising with each word. “You couldn’t possibly understand what it was like, not know where you went, or if you were alive or dead, or if you’d even come back,”

His jaw once again clenched, “I waited over 90 years for you to come into my life,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion and vulnerability.

Your eyes widened at his admission, you were both surprised and in disbelief, “But yet, you only waited three months before jumping into bed with someone else,” you accused, voice thick with bitterness. “How was your night of Battleship, by the way?”

His hands balled into fists on top of the table, his voice raised to match yours. “Firstly, I didn’t sleep with her,” he retorted. “And secondly, what the fuck is this?” he gestures toward your date as he started to make his way back out of the restroom.

“I’m sorry,” your date now interrupts your conversation with Bucky as she makes his way back over to you. “I didn’t know you two are exes,”

“He’s not my ex!”

“She’s not my ex!”

Alone in the dimly lit apartment, you allowed yourself to have a moment to rest, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The weight of your date pressing down on your shoulders. Surprisingly, he asked for a second date. Once Bucky had left, he offered to take you out again another time. You happily agreed.

As you began to drift into a state of relaxation, the sound of the television caught your attention. “... it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”

“What the fuck?!”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #fatws!bucky x agent!reader #fatws bucky #fatws #fatws au

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ltwilliammowett · 4 months

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Tom Whiskers on duty on the USS Relief, 1921

Tom is quite a rascal as Philippa Sandall stated in her book Seafurrers. It happened in December 1919 when this cat was away from his ship, the hospital ship USS Solace, and its crew wrote to the destroyer USS Bell to accuse them of a serious case of catnapping. Here are the two letters that were exchanged to settle this serious case:

December 13, 1919

From: Commanding Officer, USS Solace

To: Commanding Officer, USS Bell

Subject: Ship's Cat

Several members of the crew of this ship have informed me the commanding officer that the mascot of the Solace, Thomas Whiskers, has been kidnapped or catnipped [sic] by certain members of your crew and is being impounded on board your ship. This mascot is a large, black Tom and when last seen was in dress uniform consisting of a leather collar with brass tag marked USS Solace.

If this cat is on board your ship, please inform me and I will send a member of the crew for it.

RWP

From: Commanding Officer, USS Bell

To: Commanding Officer, USS Solace

Subject: Your letter of Dec. 13, 1919

Your ship's cat "Whiskers" is being returned under guard, but an explanation of his presence aboard the ship is no doubt due you.

Prior to our departure from alongside the Solace, the cat in question developed a warm regard for the USS Bell, consequently spending much of his time aboard. On the morning we shifted berth his presence aboard was unknown to us. Later in the day after your ship had sailed, he was found to have taken possession of an unoccupied stateroom. The master-at-arms immediately made him prisoner on the ground that he was a stowaway and incarcerated him in the paint locker. This will account for the fact that he is no longer the black cat you describe, but battleship grey.

We advise against the removal of this collar since its low visibility aids the performance of his duties.

In regard to the dress uniform worn by the prisoner – in his attempts to remove the paint he pulled off the collar and lost it. This ship feels under no obligation in regard to the latter. In adding one 10¢ collar to its stores it lost $2 worth of paint.

But he didn't seem to have stayed on the ship for long, so a short time later he found himself 1921 on the USS Relief, where he was clearly happy and diligent in his duties. Maybe he just wasn't a hospital cat and wanted to see active duty.

#naval history #ship's cat #tom whiskers #catnapping #early 20th century #age of steam #ship's cat sunday

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raainberry · 8 months

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Sucker Punch

« An unexpected punch or blow. »

Yeji x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - boxing and wishing on flowers with her. what an amazing concept.

word count - 1.6K

A/N - currently in my monthly Yeji era✨

“I wish for you to be a little more gentle on me.”

You blew on a dandelion, teasing the girl sitting next to you on this small brick wall. She scoffed at your joke, making you feel that warmth in your chest you’d grown familiar with.

Yeji. A name you’d only ever heard a couple times back in your school days had become your favorite over the last few months. She came into the boxing gym you worked at one day with her group and basically never left since.

The discipline you had mastered happened to be a great stress reliever for her as she handled and dealt with the negative sides of her career. Those you’d grown familiar with as she slowly opened up to you, but not before pushing you to your limits first.

It was fun coaching her, until she let her emotions get the best of her. It wasn’t rare for her to leave a few unwanted bruises on your limbs, for which she’d apologize countless times over a meal she’d buy you in exchange for your forgiveness.

The first of those was nothing like you’d expected. The timidity, hesitant words and awkward tension… The two of you seemed to have forgotten about their existence as you skipped forward to the delight, the confidence, and a kind of tension that threatened to burst ever since.

With every training session, the air seemed to thicken around your every move. Every punch, every kick felt like a potential trigger that the two of you danced around, waiting to see which one of you would set it off first.

The feeling was addictive. You knew nothing would happen, at least during the sessions. Yet the rush you felt playing this battleship game kept its intensity to the highest every time.

Maybe it was the competition. Maybe it was the way her eyes dared you to retaliate. Or maybe it was just that: her eyes, for which you’d eventually learned she had earned many nicknames.

Those made you smile. Just like your laughter did her as she told you about them.

“Well, now it won’t come true.” Her smile persisted, still amused by your joke.

“What, just because I said it out loud?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Well, I like to think it only comes true if you do.” You argued. “I mean, let’s be honest, this flower can’t do anything about you not beating me up.”

She hummed, “I doubt it.”

“Want me to make another one?”

You grabbed another dandelion from the small patch of grass behind the two of you. That made her raise an eyebrow as she wondered what kind of scheme you had come up with again.

“I’ll make another wish, a silent one, and we’ll see which one comes true.” You explained, determined to prove your theory.

In all honesty, you had no idea what you were doing. All you cared about in the moment was making her smile and hearing that sweet laugh of hers.

If there truly was any power allocated to flowers, you just hoped they’d allow you to stay by her side. That’s all you really wished for.

It was all theoretical, though, and you weren’t about to let the fate of your most wonderful encounter yet in the hands of something so delicate as a plant.

So you carried on with your life, taking her punches and even looking forward to them as you built up the courage to ask her out.

That took a while. So much so it seemed Yeji had run out of patience. The game was getting old.

So she pulled the trigger first, and finally threw the knock out punch.

A month had passed since you’d cast your wishes, and she came in for training with a tensed up face like you’d never seen before. Her stride was a bit faster, determined, and the light in her eyes seemed to be fueled by pure flames rather than the usual soft glow you’d fallen for. It all rendered her even more intimidating. A huge part of you found that attractive, but you pulled yourself together quickly as you realised you were in for a particularly demanding session.

Surprisingly, you didn’t meet the ground that day. The hits she carried to your boxing pads seemed to be powered by an unlimited source. It didn’t take a genius to tell her frustration had something to do with that, and as much as you wanted to help her, it was starting to get a little too much.

“Yeji!” You called out several times in between her punches, but in vain.

Might as well talk to a wall. You had to physically get away from her for her to snap out of it.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Obviously it wasn’t the case. You just asked in hopes for her to open up and tell you about what had her so riled up.

Usually she would do that after training, while you both took some time to breathe and hydrate. This time there was no way you could wait until then.

You watched as her hands dropped to her hips, breathing heavily from the effort she’d been putting. It looked like her body was just now catching up with the intensity of it all.

“Sorry…” She finally said once she found a somewhat normal breathing pattern.

She meant it. And if you doubted it, she made sure to erase it with a cup of coffee, although deep down, she knew you’d forgiven her before she had even apologized.

If she were honest, she’d admit she needed the ritual more than you cared about it.

She needed that time with you, so she made sure to drag it out a little longer than usual.

She didn’t speak much, which you found odd but could understand. Whatever happened must have been bad enough. So you simply stayed by her side as she lead you to the nearby park, finding that same brick wall from a month ago and taking a seat there.

The silence of it all was unusual. Everything was out of place that evening, nothing felt familiar except the feelings you had for her.

The air was heavy around you, and you sought refuge from it in the countless passersby. You watched them all, one by one, as they walked past you and Yeji, like they’d be any help to whatever was happening.

You felt the temperature drop slowly as time passed. The goosebumps you felt underneath your jacket reminded you of Yeji’s lighter attire and you looked at her for the first time in a while.

It looked like she hadn’t moved an inch, still staring at her visibly untouched cup of coffee. That latte surely had turned into an iced coffee by now.

The sight tugged on your heart, and your lips frowned before you grabbed your sleeve to take your jacket off.

“Don’t.” She spoke up.

You stopped in your tracks, and before you could protest, she muttered a few words you had trouble making out in the middle of the distant children’s joyful screams.

“Just hold me instead.”

Your breath caught in your throat. A feeling which you only got from her trained right hook once.

Your ribs felt it for a week, but you knew it would be nothing compared to this one.

“What?”

She finally looked up from her cup to meet your eyes. You swore she was annoyed for a second there, but her gaze looked clouded. Foggy even, the vibrant colors had faded to leave room to eventual tears.

You didn’t have time to do anything about that either as she suddenly grabbed your arms, wrapping them around her herself.

Some other day, the move would have made you laugh, but that day you did as you were told.

You held onto her, a little tighter than she had prompted you, with an arm around her shoulders, her head resting on yours, and your free hand caressing her cheek soothingly.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly before feeling her shake her head.

“I just want you to hold me.” She said, snuggling closer into you. “Everyday from now on.”

You smiled. Maybe her words should have come as a surprise. Maybe your heart should have been racing. Maybe you should have even gotten startled out of the position you were in.

But it just didn’t happen.

If anything you felt giddy. You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. Her words simply made you happy, but they also reminded you of something…

Your silence eventually caught her attention, though, and she lifted her head from your shoulder to face you.

Relief washed over her, kicking every worry of hers out the way as soon as she saw how happy you were. The sight pulled the first genuine smile out of her that day.

“Are you not gonna say anything?” She chuckled softly.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m just happy.” You told truthfully.

You held back on the memory though, debating in whether or not you should say it. You really wanted to tell her, though, and she noticed your internal struggling.

“Are you sure?” She smiled, holding back a laugh.

Surely, it doesn’t count as jinxing if it already happened, right?

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What is it?” She asked cautiously.

You leaned in to whisper in her ear, smile still prominent and eager to let her in on your little secret.

“I wished for you.”

She pulled away almost immediately, finding your eyes in order to tell whether or not she’d heard you right.

“What?”

“Remember the dandelions? I guess you were right.” You admitted. “It only comes true if you don’t say it out loud.”

“Did you actually?” She laughed, but not in the way she usually did with you, which was more often teasing than anything. This time it sounded a lot more shy.

“You’re in my arms and harsher on me than ever.” You pointed out. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s cute.” She smiled, cupping your cheeks. “I’m sorry about earlier. If it makes it any better, I like you a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You brushed off. “I like you a lot too, so maybe that’s why it came true.”

Her nose scrunched up at your words, “You know, I don’t really believe in wishing on flowers.”

“Should I wish on birthday candles next time? Let’s test things out.” You joked, making her playfully roll her eyes.

“Only if you wish for me again.”

“Always.”

#yeji #yeji x reader #itzy imagines #kpop x reader #yeji fluff #yeji imagines #itzy yeji

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kisses-from-crows · 8 months

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Crossed Wires - Campbell Bain

Pairing: Radio Host!Campbell Bain/Popstar!Reader (she/her)

Summary: after butting heads during an ill-fated interview for her debut album, Y/N and Campbell become professionally linked against their wills.

word count: 907

genre: enemies to lovers, modern au, reader insert, forced proximity, misunderstandings

cw: nothing yet, will let you know if that changes!

Chapter 1

-TMZ: Breaking News! Long lost pop princess F/N L/N has been spotted outside her apartment in New York for the first time in over a year. A comeback may be just around the corner, a source close to L/N reports. Posted: 4 min ago -

“Good god, just when I thought I was rid of the wretch” Campbell groaned. He tossed his phone on the desk and leaned back in his desk chair. Y/N… to say he hadn’t thought about her in a year would be a lie. He might have hated her music but god no one could keep up with his banter like she could. In the time it took most people to make out his accent she was already firing back some witty response.

Their first meeting had been years ago. Back when he was still a full-time intern and part-time radio host on the graveyard shift. Y/N was days away from releasing her debut album, both of them unknowingly teetering right on the edge of overnight stardom.

The station gave him an interview with the singer as a fluff piece and he was determined to make the best of it. At the time the rumor was she’d only secured the spot after catching the eye of some studio executive’s son. Y/N’s lead single was charting well but Campbell guessed she would likely be another one hit wonder, destined to fade into obscurity. He’d been given an advance copy of the album and nearly fell asleep listening to it. The production was predictable and flat, the lyrics were repetitive and meaningless, and the vocals were… well the vocals were quite good but he’d never admit that out loud.

All Campbell needed was a good old publicity stunt and he was on his way to securing his own show. Determined to expose this clear industry plant, Campbell put Y/N in the hot seat and his tongue ran away with him. He endlessly grilled her about her new album and the flaws he found in her character because of it. Much to his surprise, she didn’t falter. She matched him for every hit, striking back quicker and harder each time. He found the exchange utterly thrilling. Scratching a particularly manic part of his brain, the part that loathed idleness and people who talked too slowly. So they verbally went for each other’s throats for the next half an hour. Exchanging cleverly harsh witticisms like a game of battleship. Which is to say by firing blindly and seeing what landed a blow then concentrating all your attention there. By the time the radio station techs told them time was up, a part of Campbell was bit sad to see her go. Never one to keep a thought to himself, stood up to tell her so. She, however, tossed her headset on the desk with a huff.

Y/N muttered a quick “Fucking finally” under her breath, before marching out of the studio without another word. It was in that moment that Campbell decided he had been absolutely right about Y/N. She was shallow and vain. A hollow figurehead for everything wrong with the music industry. She had no passion for the art, and it was insulting. The assumption that he would likely never see her again gave some comfort to his wounded ego.

But fate could never be so kind, he should have known that. Their careers and destinies were now undeniably linked. As the he stared up at the ceiling of his too small and too expensive New York apartment, the seemingly meaningless late night radio interview Campbell wanted to forget spread like wildfire. Those that despised Y/N’s music took Campbell’s word as gospel, bashing her music and praising his superior taste. Fans of Y/N rallied behind her and praised her composure. But the part of the interview neither side could get off their mind, was the heated chemistry between the pair.

Within 48 hours, both of their timelines were filled with half-baked think pieces and edits of themselves. It was all surreal really, watching strangers on the internet discuss you like you aren’t real.

Campbell’s stunt pulled in more attention for the station than they’d had since the dot com boom. Viewers fell in love with his unique voice and frantic energy, demanding Campbell get more airtime until the studio was forced to give him his own show. And the controversy surrounding Y/N’s debut caused it to rocket to the top the charts, trending in the top 10 for weeks.

But that was years ago. Almost seven now, to be exact. After that first interview, all anyone can wanted was a repeat performance. A chance to see the two quick-tongued hot heads in another cage match. That TMZ leak was a warning. Campbell laid in the dark and prayed that the call he knew was coming would miraculously never come. He fiddled with his New York Giants cap and wondered why he ever came to this town in the first place. Ah, yes, the unrelenting blind optimism that had gotten him so far.

As his phone lit up the black of his room, he knew it had failed him once again. Campbell almost let the damn thing go to voicemail. On the cracked screen of his old beat up phone was a call from a contact labelled: ITS THE DEVIL’S HENCHMAN DINNAE ANSWER IT.

So Campbell accepted the call.

“How would you like the exclusive interview for F/N L/N’s comeback album?”

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a/n: ahh so this is first fanfic i’ve ever written. i have an idea of where i want this to go so if people are into it i’d be happy to keep updating it. this chapter was mainly to establish some background info. anyway thank you for reading!!! love you!

#Campbell bain #campbell bain x reader #david tennant #enemies to lovers #multi part #taking over the asylum #reader insert #modern au #campbell bain fanfic #kisses-from-crows

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pseudokap · 4 months

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my dear riptide oc has been redesigned look at him in his full sharky glory

gravel lore below (some taken from my old ref)

He is an artificer/druid cryptozoologist! Technically he is Sharkfolk based on a winghead shark but mechanically he is more like a Triton with an extra bite attack (because I haven't found a homebrew sharkfolk that I like)

He goes around researching and documenting cryptids!! He writes it all in his diary (the leather book, it's magical as well), makes artists impressions of cryptids according to the information he's collected and would probably be part of a cryptozoologist enthusiast club.

He also occassionally publishes his findings to like a small subscription magazine!! cryptid facts, sightings, stories etc.

Aside from cryptids, he also has done research on the species within Mana (e.g. documentation and studies) but his main interest is still cryptids.

He is very independent!! He has no crew and is usually solo so he usually hitchhikes on other pirate ships to get around and helps them out in exchange.

His damaged dorsal fin is actually from a run in with a navy battleship while he was on a pirate ship that did not turn out very well. Since he is pretty close with a lot of pirates he is indirectly also an enemy of the Navy government (he hates the navy anyway so its fine). I would consider him a true neutral.

He makes most of his artificer stuff out of bone because of the druid metal thing: he just paints it to appear metallic because he likes how it looks :]

fun facts:

- if you could not tell from the earring on the right: yes he is also gay

- he has 360 vision (like most hammerheads) and very good spatial awareness!

- his artificer subclass is alchemist but I still haven't decided the druid subclass. I am likely leaning towards circle of the stars or moon due to his ties to the water.

#riptide oc #jrwi oc #jrwi #pseudokart #gravel #i love him so much you have no idea #oc art

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bloodcrimsonrain · 1 year

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@pscentral end of year gif(t) exchange ➪SHAUNA AND JACKIE for @saws2004

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me but it killed you just the same

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azucar-skull · 20 days

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I just remembered a deleted scene from GEM where Casey shows his scar from the battle airship crash to Logan in order to scare him off--

So here... (Tw for queerphobia, gore, and nudity (not in the fun way))

P.E. class rolls in after math and honestly, Casey can’t even give a shit. It's not the activities themselves he can’t handle, in fact he does surprisingly well against his peers.

It's the locker rooms.

Technically, Casey calls himself a guy so he gets dressed in the boys locker room. But it's still so weird how the locker rooms are only divided by 2 genders. This was never a thing in the Resistance.

Still though, he feels weird dressing in front of the other boys in the locker room. Especially with how rowdy and loud they are. Casey prefers to get dressed in one of the bathroom stalls, even if it's against school rules.

And so he heads to his locker and stuffs his backpack in before reaching for his uniform. That's when 3 figures approach him...fully nude.

And of course it's fucking Logan and his buddies.

Without exchanging a glance at between their legs, Casey stares Logan dead in the eye with a blank stare.

"Why.", he spats.

Logan laughs. "What? We've all noticed how you turn down every girl tryna get it with the new edgy emo boy. So that must mean you're into guys, right?"

"...I don't like either--"

"Yeah whatever, hey quick question.", Logan taunts. "How come you always get changed in the stalls? Are you like...what, secretly a tranny or something?"

This fucking..., Casey murmurs in his mind. He never had a problem with his identity in the Resistance but it seems this timeline just LOVES to segregate each other by their identities as if there's no point to set aside their differences in order to work together and fight a war.

And Casey would rather not have a long winded arguement with Logan right now. He'd rather just get dressed and get out of here. The stalls provided more than just privacy, they also tore Casey’s eyes away from his own body. Without a mirror or reflection, he doesn't have to glance at his scars. The scars that reminded him of all the trouble he has gone through.

...which gives him an idea.

Casey, without saying a word or breaking eye contact with Logan, lifts up his shirt just enough to show the large mangled scar on his right abdomen. The one from the Red Angel crash. The one he technically died from for a few minutes.

The scar is nothing to scoff at. The poor and haphazardly stitched lines created a twisted web of hills and valleys on the teen’s stomach. Even if Uncle Tello had survived the crash to help out, Casey doubts that the head surgeon would make it look any prettier.

Logan's expression is priceless. His face drops and skin turns pale. One of the boys beside him lurch forward, pressing a fist against his mouth as his cheeks turn green.

"...how--", Logan mutters.

"Battleship crash. I had to rip the debris out of my stomach by myself.", Casey deadpans. The teen then leans forward, lower his voice at Logan. "And there's plenty more where that came from. So unless your buddy boy over here can keep himself from vomiting, you better stay out of it."

And with that, Casey nudges past the boys, heading for the stalls. From behind he can hear Logan muttering insults and calling him a freak.

Casey simply rolls his eyes.

So yeah, here you go. =)

#also no beta we die like uncle tello #green eyed mask #green eyed mask rottmnt #gemrottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3 #fanfic

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v-thinks-on · 8 months

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Phoenix Wright has been out at sea for three days. He has no more food and his water is almost gone. The sun beats down on his bare shoulders. Exhausted, he lies back in his little wooden boat and squints up at the bright blue sky.

He doesn’t expect to hear a voice calling to him; he assumes it must be the delirium setting in. When it becomes more insistent, he finally pushes himself upright to at least see what his brain thinks all the commotion is about.

“What are you doing here?” The sounds finally coalesce into coherent words, even if their source isn’t coherent.

Only a few feet away from the side of the boat, there’s a man’s torso sticking out of the water. He’s entirely naked except for a small, tight harness on his chest that looks like a fine fishnet, and Phoenix isn’t quite delirious enough not to notice how it accentuates the man’s figure. However, the man's handsome face looks haggard, thin and tired.

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#v writes #Ace Attorney #WrightWorth #NaruMitsu #Phoenix Wright #Miles Edgeworth #merman au #soulmates #trans man edgeworth #Battleship exchange #another AU inspired entirely by the tags we needed at the time

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lightupthemoon · 2 years

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 3)

Part III: I can't be your midnight love

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: Game night awakens something in Kate she never expected.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI

Word count: 3.5 K

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Author's note: This took me longer than I expected, but here it is. Thank you all again for the comments, likes, and reblogs, y'all make me want to write more often. midnight love by girl in red on repeat for this one, because we are gay and we love it. Let me know what you think!!

Despite your busy schedules, you and your friends had agreed to always make time for your most sacred friendship tradition, game night. Yelena would always cook dinner, shooing you all out of the kitchen–her sanctuary, as she called it–whenever anyone offered to help. America was usually in charge of the board games, which had accumulated since she started the tradition with you back when you were in high school. Peter picked out the snacks, Kate brought the drinks and you picked out the necessary songs for the occasion, Taylor Swift’s “…Ready for it?” at the top every time, only for that one line in the hook.

Now his official girlfriend, Peter had brought MJ along, and they were deeply enthralled in an intense Battleship round with America while Yelena worked on her new recipe for the creamy Tuscan chicken she was cooking for the evening. You were sandwiched on the couch between Kate, her dog Lucky, and Fanny, Yelena’s dog. Lucky was sitting across Kate’s lap with his head on one of your legs, wagging his tail happily while you scratched behind his ears. Fanny laid her head on your other leg, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch, softly snoring. As for Kate, she had her head on your shoulder, her eyes focused on the mindless scrolling on her phone, trying to pretend she didn't have her other hand on your thigh, her fingers inching closer to the space between your legs like you were not sitting in her best friend’s couch.

"Stop it," you mumbled under your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. "Not in front of the dogs."

"What are you talking about?" Kate inquired, the picture of innocence if it wasn’t for the knowing half-smile on her lips, not even bothering to look up from her phone. "I'm just liking posts on Instagram, Y/N."

You huffed in feigned annoyance, and she fully smiled, dragging her nails across your thigh before finally moving her hand, a soft whimper almost leaving your lips. You exhaled heavily to drown it and Kate licked her lips, clearly aware of the effect of her actions.

Your agreement with Kate was probably one of the best things you had ever agreed to. It was all the fun and none of the complications, which was quite refreshing after years spent in a whirlwind of a relationship. Kate was fun, adventurous, completely unafraid to push limits yet caring enough to only give what you took willingly. You felt comfortable with her, in a way that you had never felt with anybody else before. It had been easy to let your guard down, forgo sleep on some nights after sex to confide your deepest hopes and dreams in her, a far cry from where this whole thing had started. Used to keeping her cards close to her chest for most of her life, Kate took a bit more time to get there, but the more time you two spent together, the more she unraveled. You were at a point in your relationship where sometimes all it took was one look, one touch, one gesture, to know exactly what the other needed.

"B5."

Completely unaware of your secret exchange with Kate, Peter scratched his chin and squinted his eyes, the crease between his brows prominent in concentration. MJ mirrored him, whispering something in his ear to help him with his strategy from time to time. Across from them, America eyed them attentively, a haughty look on her face that suggested she had figured out their every move, making the couple nervous.

"Ha! Another miss," America exclaimed triumphantly, making Peter and MJ groan. "You're so gonna lose, guys."

A bellow of laughter was heard in the kitchen, catching everyone’s attention. The wooden shutters on the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of Yelena’s apartment were folded back, and you could see Yelena continuing to chop vegetables with an amused smile on her face as she said, "Careful, Mer, last time we played Battleship, Peter almost flipped over the table when he lost."

MJ gaped at him, so very entertained by this new information. “You’re joking.”

"I did not," Peter said at the same time, pursing his lips, unable to hide the pink hue covering his cheeks.

"Yeah, you did," You interjected, earning a glare for Peter. You ignored him, your attention on MJ. "He got so mad he almost threw the whole game out the window."

MJ cackled. “Somehow, I believe that.”

America clicked her tongue, amused. "Damn, Pete, that’s some next-level shit. I’d expect that from Kate, not you.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Kate scowled, and America stuck her tongue out at her. You threw your head back, laughing.

“Now, now, let's not give the state champion over there fuel to beat our asses, we need to humble her," Yelena declared, throwing her ingredients into a pot. “She was unbearable last time she won at Monopoly."

“I don’t know, I like my chances tonight,” America shrugged, a teasing tone in her voice. “If rumors are to be believed, Kate is gonna let me win because she's just so happy jumping my best friend's bones.”

Peter and MJ couldn’t help the snort that escaped them, and you could hear Yelena trying to disguise her chuckles by pulling out dishware from the top cabinets of her kitchen. You immediately tensed up, a feeling of warmth crawling up from your neck to your face.

Tournament season had begun and, as expected, Kate was at her very best, breaking her own school records in the process. In years past, the archer had been known to be at her most active after competitions, basking in the endless attention she'd get from the girls that would only show up to see her, but this time around, the first thing Kate would do after getting her picture taken for the trophy cases was heading your way to wrap you in a tight hug, words of praise immediately coming out of your mouth between giggles. Yelena, Peter, and America would hype up her accomplishments immediately after but unfortunately for you, people noticed the change.

Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus that Kate Bishop had finally fallen and, out of all people, you were the lucky gal to steal her heart. Their words, not yours.

Obviously, your friends loved to tease you about it, especially when you were in public. They would behave like five-year-olds, making kissing sounds and humming the melody to Careless Whisper whenever you and Kate arrived together anywhere, cracking up when you told them to knock it off with a blush on your face.

"And why would I let you win? In any case, I'd let Y/N win," Kate responded, completely unbothered. "Not that she needs me to."

"Ooh, rooting for the girlfriend. I like this Kate Bishop," Yelena snickered walking into the dining area, a stack of dishes and silverware on top of it in her hands. "Truly a step up from Carter, Y/N, well done."

Kate found the whole situation amusing. She used it as an excuse to keep her hands on you in public, claiming she was just messing with the masses when asked about it, and although the multitude of prying eyes made you uncomfortable, you couldn’t say you didn’t like walking down the school grounds with Kate’s hand on your lower back. You really couldn’t say that you didn’t have a stupid dopey grin on your face for the rest of the day whenever Kate kissed the corner of your mouth as a goodbye when dropping you off for class.

"Who's Carter?" MJ asked, genuinely curious, and you groaned, already dreading what was coming.

Yelena whistled, leaving the dishware on the table. “How much time do you have?”

Peter huffed out a laugh. "Sharon Carter, Y/N's ex. They dated on and off for two years."

"And she was the worst, MJ." America's eyes glistened, delighted to have an opportunity to do what she did best–shit-talk her best friend's crappy ex. "She was always hot and cold with Y/N, the most charming person on Earth one moment and a total bitch the other. An absolute nightmare."

That sparked a furious rant you had listened to more times than you cared to count on the many reasons to avoid Sharon Carter at all costs, all three of your friends taking turns giving MJ the full picture of how bad things have gotten between you and your ex. From Sharon forgetting your birthday to unfounded accusations that you were flirting with other people and full-blown dramas in restaurants, listening to your friends spew fiery words of hatred towards someone you had once thought to be the one made your stomach drop. The only one that seemed to be entirely uninterested in the subject was Kate, who had gotten up from her seat as soon as Sharon’s name was mentioned. She set up the table for dinner and disappeared into the kitchen when she was done, the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing a couple of times the only indication she was still there. You just stayed where you were, ready to sink and disappear right into your seat.

"Yeah, I don't think she liked us very much," Peter pointed out after a while, grimacing. "We invited her to game night one time and she definitely didn't have fun at all."

"Oh, yeah, I remember!" Yelena exclaimed. "We played Jenga that day, she pushed the tower and made it fall because Kate was gonna win."

"And then refused to play Pictionary, claiming the game was dumb," America added, rolling her eyes. "That woman has a stick so far up her ass I'm surprised she can walk."

"Okay, I'm sure MJ got the picture," you finally interjected, covering your eyes with your hands, sounding slightly irritated. "Thank you very much."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, Y/N, that must have sucked," MJ lamented with a comforting tone in her voice. "I don't know how you did it."

"A question we asked ourselves every day!" Peter spouted.

America turned to you, eyebrows up to her forehead. "How did you stay with her for so long?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but Yelena was faster. "She must have been really good in bed," She suggested nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I truly don't understand it."

Peter’s ears suddenly turned crimson red. “Guys, let’s not–”

“Now that you mention it, I think I have heard stories about her. My friend Ned and I share a class with these dudes, Steve and James, and they’re always talking about a Sharon.” MJ added.

"Oooh, it totally makes sense, I did hear Y/N and Carter once or twice and–"

"Okay, enough." Kate emerged back from the kitchen, her voice sharp and loud, making America immediately shut up. The rest of them looked as if they had just gotten scolded by their parents. The expression on her face was unreadable, her eyes defiant and a darker shade of blue. "Let’s eat, shall we? I’m starving."

The subject was dropped, and the night carried on without a hitch. MJ fitted right in with your group, and Peter was so happy about it that he didn’t care how many games he lost to America. Yelena, on the other hand, did care about losing and she was on a mission to best America on something before the night ended. All four of them were laughing and screaming so much that they didn’t notice the change in Kate’s attitude, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The brunette only spoke when spoken to, laughed half-heartedly when everyone else did, and peeled the label off every beer bottle she drank with her nails. You sat next to her, placed your hand on her thigh multiple times to make her look at you, and silently questioned her about it. She would only respond with an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

You could not ignore the feeling that something was wrong, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss whatever was bothering Kate away.

But she wasn't your girlfriend, and even if you had gotten close, that would probably be crossing boundaries. What you had was casual, and if she didn't want to share what was troubling her, that was fine.

Even if you couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the night.

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After her husband's death, Eleanor Bishop spent a lot of time shutting down romantic propositions from wealthy men that genuinely only wanted to get their hands on Bishop Security. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those. Kate heard her mother say that exact phrase more times than she could count as a child and, at some point, she started believing it, too.

Truthfully, up to that point, she never felt like she was missing out on anything. Her life had been perfectly fine without it. She had seen what love did to people, how it stripped them of all rationality and made it so easy to give others the power to break you. Kate had consoled enough broken hearts, lost enough friends to jealousy, and watched enough relationships crash and burn to know it wasn't worth the effort.

Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise when she felt like something was pressing on her chest the moment Sharon Carter's name was mentioned and she saw the pained expression on your face. As if it still mattered, as if the words Peter, America, and Yelena were saying about your ex still hurt you.

Kate hated the way that knowledge made her feel. She wanted to leave right then and there, to escape that feeling that moved to the pit of her stomach and was expanding all through her body.

She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but the feeling was big, powerful, with sharp teeth tearing up her insides and demanding all of her attention. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour, every single thing you had ever told her about Sharon running through it, how you still loved her, how you still lamented how things had ended between you. Then, Yelena had to add fuel to that fire by making that comment, what you said about Sharon having skills burning in the back of her mind, and as irrational as it was, she saw red, because Sharon never deserved you, and she wanted nothing else but to make you forget your ex. Kate wanted nothing but you to want her.

And that was the first time she admitted it to herself.

Panic settled quite fast. A voice inside her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–started screaming at her to run away, call it quits with you while she still could without ruining your friendship but she knew it was a bit too late for that. Your concern didn't help her, and neither did the comforting touch of your hand on her thigh. She didn't know what to do, so she pretended everything was fine.

Peter and MJ left first, clearly wanting to spend time alone together before calling it a night. They left holding hands, looking at one another like they were each other's worlds, and Kate's chest twinged because, for the first time in her life, she wanted that. And she hated how it came crashing on her just like that.

Yelena convinced you and America to sleep over, saying something about being long overdue for a girls' night. Kate originally said no, wanting nothing more but to go to bed and sleep off that intrusive sensation she couldn't shake but Yelena and America were not taking a no for an answer. After Kate agreed to stay, Yelena and America disappeared behind the door of Yelena's bedroom to get sleepover supplies and get changed into something more comfortable, and Kate quickly took that as her opportunity to slip into the kitchen and gather herself.

But you didn’t give her the chance. Kate was leaning against the kitchen counter, a beer bottle between her fingertips, clearly lost in her thoughts when you walked up to her. You placed your hands on her hip and she flinched at your touch, her gaze falling into yours.

You looked at her the same way you did that first night you slept together. Full of wonder, confusion, anxiety. Full of tenderness. And she knew she was doomed.

"Are you okay, Katie?" You asked her, and Kate told herself she should have known the effect you had on her the moment she let you call her that. She hated when anyone else did, but your voice dripped with honey every time you said it, and it felt safe in your mouth. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

"Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess," Kate lied with a tight-lipped smile you saw right through. "We didn't get much sleep last night."

You nodded, and she could tell you didn't buy it. But what was she going to say to you? I just realized I want more of you?

"Are you sure it's just that?" You tried again, taking the bottle off her hands and putting it on the counter. You rested your hand on her cheek right after, the coldness of the bottle that lingered on your fingers making her shiver. Or maybe it just was your touch, Kate wasn't sure. "You can tell me anything."

You were pulling her towards you and, just like that very first time, she was too weak to not let you. Your breath was on her mouth, soft and warm, and she closed the gap between you, her entire body immediately on fire when your lips were on hers. Kate instinctively parted her mouth open, and your tongue brushed her lips, letting you take the lead. She placed her hands on your waist and flushed your bodies together, the feeling of pressure on her chest disappearing instantly, replaced with electric waves through every single one of her bones. You let out a quiet moan that Kate felt in the deepest part of her core, her mouth immediately leaving yours and settling on the skin of your neck. You bit on your lip, trying to conceal the overcoming desire Kate was filling you with. Her hands slipped under your shirt lightly scratching at your stomach, and her lips returned to yours to drown the mewl threatening to come out from the back of your throat with her tongue.

Her fingers moved further down and undid the button of your jeans, slipping inside your underwear and between your folds immediately. You gasped, not expecting for Kate to do that when your respective best friends could catch you but while she pressed you against the kitchen counter and made hurried circles on your clit, you couldn't seem to care.

"I'm gonna need you to be real quiet, baby girl," Kate whispered against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your jaw and back to your neck. "Can you do that for me?"

You nodded frantically, the thrill of getting caught already pushing you closer to the edge. Kate rapidly sunk two fingers inside you, her thumb continuing to give attention to your clit.

"Fuck, Kate," You grumbled quietly, holding onto her hair for some stability. "Don't stop."

You didn't have much time and Kate knew it. Her fingers thrust in and out of you ruthlessly and you bit on your bottom lip so hard that pink skin turned white. A third finger entered you, the coil feeling in your stomach tightening, the stretch and rhythm making your head spin. She stopped kissing every inch of exposed skin she found to face you, committing to memory every single one of your features as you tried as hard as you could to contain yourself.

"Y/N, look at me," Kate muttered. "I wanna see you come undone."

Your eyes fluttered open, and the look in the ocean of her eyes tipped you over the edge. You whimpered softly, your legs turning to jelly, and the pleasure flooded you. Kate wrapped her arm around you, holding your weight for you, and pressed her forehead against yours. She kissed you again, murmuring a soft I got you against your mouth, repeated again and again until your ragged breathing returned to normal. When you finally could, you kissed her back.

And you kissed her so gently, so sweetly, that everything became clear to Kate.

And It was an unnerving revelation. Scary and unfamiliar, against everything she had ever known. So overwhelming that breathing suddenly felt more difficult.

The swinging of a door opening broke the silence, quickly followed by the joyful voices of your respective best friends coming out of Yelena's room. You quickly pulled Kate's hands out of your pants and fixed your clothes, taking several backward steps away from her. Your need to maintain what you had as a secret made Kate's chest hurt again, regardless of being what you both had agreed to. You gave her a smile that clearly said this isn't over, before walking away and pretending nothing had happened.

Kate took a big, deep breath, and felt the full weight of her brand new feelings, of the distraction she avoided all her life, in every inch of her skin.

And It scared the shit out of her.

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