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gendercomsumer · 2 months

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hiii ^^ I would like some headcanons for riddle, malleus, vil and rook with a fem mc that accidentally ends up making them laugh (because what she says or does is very random xd maybe an example would be like jennifer lawrence sjjs she is very funny ) well that's all, thanks and take care <3

Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook with an S/O who can make them laugh with the most random things

A/N: Hello to you too Anon! I know this has been in my inbox for gods knows how long- But thank you still for sending this in! I hope this is to your liking! I actually did watch some Jennifer Lawrence videos for inspiration and I have to agree the comedic timing she has is perfect!! I also used some google translate in Rooks part so it may not be accurate ^^;

Characters: Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook

Warnings: Cursing to a mild degree, playful mention of stalking in Rooks (I love him I swear!!!), lightly proof read

Fem!Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is a bit difficult to get a good genuine laugh out of, at least in my opinion.

Like sure you have a small chuckle when he finds something amusing, but i feel like it'd be a bit of a challenge to get a good genuine laugh out of.

Then you came in, saying the strangest things at the most unrelated times!

And Ace and Deuce find this absolutely hilarious

You'll say the most out of pocket shit with the straightest face and somehow half the people around you start to laugh some others breaking out in giggles

Ace and Deuce have definitely talked about this 'talent' of yours, at least in their words.

You had said some of these strange comments around Riddle and he found them strange a bit endearing as well

I'd think the time you got a good laugh out of him was when you had come with him to take care of some of the hedgehogs

The two of you were sitting in the grass some of the hedgehogs were playing while a few had decided that climbing on the two of you was a good way to pass the time

One had wandered up onto your head and almost fell off but luckily you were able to save the little guy before he fully hit the ground

After Riddle worriedly checked the little guy over you while looking over his shoulder at the small animal said:

"Well at least we know this one has no self preservation"

Unwillingly, or maybe subconsciously, a small laugh makes it's way through Riddles chest to his lips.

Well, now maybe he saw what those two were blabbering on about

Your little comments were always appreciated with Riddle

Even if they didn't cause him to laugh they did brighten his mood at least somewhat

"Yes, this one does tend to be a bit of a handful. Reminds me of a certain rose I know"

He teased before you two fell back into the pattern of caring for the small animals

More chuckles and comments to come no doubt

Malleus Draconia

At first Malleus didn't understand why the rest of Diasomnia found your remarks so comical

Yes his child of man did tend to bring a certain warmth where ever she walked

But he didn't see this as an excuse for the amount of laughter you cause people around you

Most of the remarks you make will fly over his head

I'm sorry but he seems like the kind of guy to not get the joke until you explain it to him-

Now the Thorn Prince does share a few chuckles with those around him when he finds something amusing, similar to Riddle

But it's even more difficult to get a laugh out of him considering he doesn't get a lot of the play on words type of jokes

but something abrupt and slightly out of context?

I feel like that would get some sort of laugh out of him

One day you were talking with Malleus about some of the things you did in your old world

The topic of amusement parks came up and you started listing the rides you used to go on as a child

Roller coasters, bumper cars, lazy rides where you could relax, until you blanked on the name of a ride

It was frustrating considering it was probably something simple and you would remember it after their conversation, but you wanted to keep the ball rolling

Malleus mean while was partly enjoying seeing how frustrated you got over a simple word

You really were a strange thing weren't you Child of man?

"I'm sorry Mal- I know what I'm thinking of! It's on the tip of my tongue- It's like one of those horse tornado things!"

Horse.. tornado..?

Now that got Malleus attention

he understood the other rides you described, favoring the lazy rides

but what ever this horse tornado was... it sounded.. strange, yet curious at the same time

"CAROUSELS!! FUCKING CAROUSELS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED!"

Malleus let out a small puff of air before he started chuckling under his breath

You truly were a strange one weren't you child of man, just like the world you came from

Malleus pressed a kiss to your forehead letting out one more chuckle before speaking

"Truly fascinating, maybe one day you could bring me to one of these 'horse tornados' you have me interested"

Sure jokes your fly over his head, but he would tease you some what for your small skips in memory

Vil Schoenheit

Now Vil, having acted in a lot of movies, (If I'm correct) Would have probably had a few good laughs in that line of work

Weather that be on set or behind the cameras

But he doesn't often let out a good laugh in public, it's not really part of the proper image he'd want to put out there

As for behind closed doors or with close friends he's definitely willing to have a laugh

And who better to bring a smile to his face than his lovely sweet potato?

Though one good moment always stuck out to him that caused him to have one of the most genuine laughs in awhile

The two of you were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, courtesy of Vil of course, hair, makeup, shoes things like that

While Vil was sitting at his vanity working on his eyes when you came out of the bathroom in a stunning dress hand picked by Vil

It brought out all your best features while still being enough coverage to where it wasn't uncomfortable to wear into a public area

The two of you made idle conversation as you sat on a near by chair to slip on a matching set of heels for the dress

As you stood up in the heels to work on your own makeup you lost your balance thanks to the new height the heels provided

Although Vil was quick to catch you making sure you came no where near the floor he still was concerned

"Oh sweet potato are you alright? What happened?"

Yes looking back on it the question seemed dumb but he was concerned

but you just let out a giggle while regaining your balance before saying:

"Well I'm not sure what happened, but I remember wanting to yell 'fuck' as my last words before I embarrassed myself"

Vil took a moment while looking at you

then a chuckle escaped his lips which soon turned into the two of you sharing a small laugh

Now Vil doesn't know why he laughs at your antics, in hindsight they're just normal phrases

But maybe it's the delivery?

Or the way you smile at him?

What ever it may be it always causes a smile to grace his lips or a chuckle to be drawn from him

Sure Vil maybe all about preserving beauty and making sure he looks flawless

But if he happens to get a few smile lines because of your antics, he will never hold it against you

"Well my darling, I'm glad to hear you're alright. It would be a shame if you or your lovely dress got roughed up before we left. Now come, you still want to do your makeup don't you? Allow me to help"

Rook Hunt

Now Rook has plenty of laughs in his life

Weather that be from stalking some poor soul or a genuine laugh among friends

Rook out of the four is probably the easiest to get a laugh from

He's a joyful guy wanting to see all nature and the world has to offer! Can you blame him?

Then enters you who some how can't help but leave Rook giggling when ever you do something!

You put your tie on wrong? Oh silly Trickster aren't you just the sweetest thing!

Then comes your words which to Rook is a whole new ball park

Rook tends to hold onto every word meant for him, weather that be written or spoken out loud

His darling Tricksters words are so elegant and so sweet how could he not treasure everyone!

What really gets him chuckling and laughing is the moments when your words aren't as sweet and graceful

Cut to one day when you and Rook were in the fields often used for flying class

Rook had a desire to teach you archery so he happened to drag you along with a quiver and bow to some targets set by his hand

After the first few moments of Rook teaching you how to properly hold and aim the bow and making sure your arm guard was secure (He wouldn't want his darling trickster to get rope burn!) He let you shoot

All was going well as you hit targets in an... acceptable way

But all that seemed to end when a large gust of wind sent your best shot yet off course and into the ground

And just as Rook was about to offer some encouragement to keep going and try once more

some colorful language came from you to say the least

"Wind!? Really!?! Could you not wait two fucking minuets!! Nooooo! You just had to thro my best shot off course you-!"

Now don't get Rook wrong he hold the sweet words you two share close to his heart

But there was just something about you yelling at the wind of all things that caused him to start laughing

As he laid on the grass of the field eyes closed as he laughed

Oh? It seems your colorful language is directed towards him now? Even better!

"Trickster- reine de mon coeur! Please I believe- I believe you have shared plenty enough words with the wind today!"

A/N: This is actually the first time I've taken a good look at the name of Malleus' dorm. Dia = Dragon. Somnia = Sleep

Diasomnia = Dragon of sleep

just a ting i found silly :)

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yeetus-feetus · 3 months

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my favourite thing to do when I see my 11 year old brother is teasingly remind him that Jon Kent's boyfriend is Jay Nakamura.

Why? Because he gets SO angry and it's hilarious.

Just imagine this tiny 11yo kid with cheeks so red in anger it's almost like steam might come from his ears, his fists clenched white and trying not to murder me- glaring like he might be able to explode my head if he just tried hard enough.

And it's SO funny!!

"NO! JON IS WITH DAMIAN!!" he'll shout

And I'll always reply: "Damian has Raven".

And if he chooses to we'll keep going; "Raven is with Beast Boy"

"Beast boy has Terra", I'll say nonchalantly

"Terra is a bad guy!!"

"and? Batman dates bad guys"

and he'll puff up all angry and huff and turn away so he doesn't have to look at me.

"Jon is Damian's" he'll grit between his baby teeth

And sometimes I'll leave him alone after that, sometimes I'll antagonise him further because he was a little shit earlier.

Most of the time we'll end up arguing about Tim and Kon-El. And he'll get SUPER angry because he knows I only tease about Jay and Jon and I don't actually like them together, but I DO very much like Tim and Bernard so it's different.

He gets so angy😭 it's so funny!

Except today, we didn't follow the normal script. No today he proposed something different. He looked me dead in my eyes and with the most serious face I've ever seen said one word that shook my world:

"Polyamory."

"WHAT!?"

"they can all be together."

"what!?" I ask again. Because where did this child learn about that???? Like, good for him? I'm glad he's okay with polyam considering he used to be homophobic before he found out about Damijon.

My taunting and teasing has caused growth in this hardcore-Christian-raised boy. Like fr he went from telling me point blank that I was going to hell, to accepting Polyamory just to throw me off my game.

I can't tell him Jon can't be with Damian because he's with Jay anymore. He'll just reply with Polyamory and brush me off. Now I have to find something else to get him angry about!!

Guys I need ideas, he's so cute when he's angry!

#yeetus rambles #jonathan kent #damijon #tim drake #ships #baby brother #polyamory

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didishawn · 1 year

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Part 4 of the mbappe fic where jude, Kobe and kylian meet irl + the mom too cuz why not. Sorry for asking too much but this is too good 😫🤚❤️

Face to face (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: so much teasing, your brothers being little shits

Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

If it were for you, this wouldn't be happening right now, but after your mother threatened to go to Paris herself to meet your boyfriend, you couldn't delay this anymore, so that takes you here, standing in front of your family's front door, hand in hand with the Kylian Mbappe.

Unfortunately, it's Jude who opens the door, eyebrow raised and pretended disgust as he looks you both up and down.

"Jobe! They are here!"

That call definitely did not sound good, your boyfriend giving you a confused look as you tense up.

You were right to be suspicious, as your little brother decides for some reason to come out to greet you both wearing a pair of boxing gloves, struggling to hug you then lightly hitting Kylian.

"Hello, Kyky" he greets "Prepared to fight?"

"This has to be a joke..." you sigh, unbelieving of your brother's antics, glaring at Jude snickering in the background.

Kylian, Kyky, smirks "I mean, I forgot my gloves, but we can do this the traditional way, unless you are too afraid to face me without the fancy gear"

You give him a wide eyed look "You have to be kidding me-Mum! Your sons are being weird again!"

The two brats glare at you "Snitch" they say.

You mum comes out of the house, your father close behind, both pushing through your gigantic brothers to tightly embrace you, your mother leaning to whisper into your ear.

"You and I still have a long conversation pending" wide smile that gives you the creeps when she talks, Jude and Jobe sticking out their tongues at you.

She separates from you, your father still taking you into his arms, you watch as your mum observes your boyfriend for a minute, before truly smiling and also hugging him -the look of betrayal in your brothers' faces hilarious.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Kylian, you don't know how much I longed to finally meet the man who has my little y/n so head over heels.

"It's so nice to finally meet you too, Mrs Bellingham, I can definitely see who my dear y/n got that amazing smile from"

She laughs, Jude groans, it's your father's turn to greet your boyfriend, you can sense the evil and self-satisfied vibes coming from your brothers.

Your father has always been hard on your boyfriends, they know he will be on their side.

The older man looks the footballer up and down, blank look on his face.

He then smiles, kind greeting as his sons call him a traitor.

But what can your dad say? He is a true lover of good footballers, and Kylian looks nice enough.

Your mother calls you both to enter, hitting Jude and Jobe on the back of their heads as they try to put up mean faces.

Dinner is already set, and you have to fight off Jude as he tries to sit in between Kyky and you -little shit, he glares at your for the mumbled insult.

Jobe struggles to eat with the boxing gloves -he states Kylian is looking for the chance to catch him off guard and start their fight.

For some reason, Jude feels the need to tell Kylian all about the Erling Haaland being into you.

"Be careful, Kyky, or Erling might steal my sister from you"

Kylian laughs "He can try, but something tells me your sister has a clear preference in between us both"

"I honestly am curious to know if this little quarrels of yours will keep on going if you both do end up playing on the same team"

"Yeah, I will be like: Kyky, pass me the ball! Erling used to do it faster, you fucking idiot!"

"Jude!"

"Sorry, Mum"

Kylian pays no mind to Jude's words -he knows the Borussia Dortmund's player to be a little shit as you have told him so multiple times.

"When is our fight starting?" Jobe asks, everyone else having almost finished eating as he keeps on struggling.

"You know I am not going to fight you, right?"

"Ha! Coward!"

You turn to whisper to your mother "And you wonder why I waited so much for this to happen"

Dinner is over, and you all lazy around the living room, honestly, more of a "interrogating Kyky session" -you throw cushions at your brothers for their stupid questions.

Your boyfriend suddenly perks up "Oh, right, Jobe, I have something for you"

The youngest instantly stands up, getting away, raising his arms in a defensive way "Please, don't punch me!"

"Who is the coward now..." you whisper, he glares at you.

"Don't worry, Jobe, we won't fight until you give the sign, this is something else" he reaches down to his bag, searching through his packed up clothes before finally taking it out "Here you go"

Jobe hesitantly takes the package, eyes widening up as he sees it's contents "No way..."

"There you go, my shirt, given to you by me as you wished"

"You know where that would look amazing?" you ask "In your room, right in front of your study table, it will for sure upgrade your bedroom"

"But that is where he hung up my shirt!" Jude protests.

"Exactly, so much better"

He turns to you mum "Are you going to let her talk like that to me?"

"I mean, it's a pretty good gift, Jude"

"Mum!"

Your father looks almost shy as he opens his mouth, but before he can even talk, Kyky hands him too a package, smiling reassuringly as your father smiles happily.

"Seriously? You are all a bunch of traitors"

"I suppose you don't want yours"

"... I know realise why you are with my sister, you are both asshats"

Still, he happily takes his gift, your mother does too.

It gets late, everyone bidding goodbye as you all retire to your rooms, you taking Kyky's hands, taking him up to your room.

He admires where you grow up, looking around even if you are tangled up, cuddling, talking nonsense.

The door suddenly opens, you sit up, annoyed when you see both your brothers walking in without any notice, sleeping bags in hand.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"A sleepover, of course" Jobr says as if it was obvious.

"Mum and Dad don't want grandkids yet, and besides, you want us and Kyky to get to know each other better, don't you?"

Your parents sure are confused to see the empty sleeping bags the next morning, Jude and Jobe having annoyingly thrown themselves to sleep in top of you and Kylian.

It surely will be a long week.

#mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian fanfic #mbappe psg #mbappe #psg #paris st. germain #jude bellingham #football imagine #football player #england national team #england nt #real madrid

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 2 months

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Hello !! I’m here for the CoD matchup !! -feigned 💌

-I’m Asexual, i’m attracted to all genders as well!

-My personality type is INFP-T-

-I’m relatively average in height, around 5’6/5’7

-I’m not a very loud person, I tend to avoid conflicts, and I’m quite the people pleaser at times

-I have social anxiety and often struggle with loud noises + crowds

-I’m a bit introverted when it comes to meeting people, and awkward, but when I get to know someone I tend to be more open, and crack more jokes with them

-I have various interests, but I really like studying up on niche subjects, my favorite being mycology!

-I also don’t have any preferences when it comes to looks / gender of my partner

(Tried to keep this short for u bcus i know those long matchup asks can be a pain 😭💌)

I'd match you withhhhhhh

Nikto! (I'm sorry if you don't like this one)

Just so you know, I try to write him as realistically as possible, but this is just my interpretation. He's a character, and has no solid set-in stone personality.

that being said, here you go :)

Okay so I know a huge chunk of people getting a matchup end up getting Simon (i think it's because he's really popular, and not bc they actually match up good) when someone says they're quiet or an introvert, but from what you've told me, I think Nikto fits better for you.

A bit of important backstory for him:

He was a deep cover agent for Russia's Federal Security Service but on a mission he was taken by someone named "Mr. Z" and was tortured. His face and body are covered in scars, extremely so. He wears a mask to cover his face, always. Due to what happened to him, he developed Acute Dissociate Disorder. It shows a good amount in his voice lines. He refers to himself as "we" a lot and talks about how he hears voices.

"I hear enough voices, I don't need another!"

"Nobody hurts our friends and gets away with it!"

He's a very "get shit done" guy. He does make some dry humor jokes though.

Due to how he always is hearing someone talk (in his head) I think he would really appreciate someone who is quiet. Not that he wouldn't want to talk to you, but you being on the more quiet side definitely helps him adjust. You being able to find a creative way around some of his struggles would help a lot. For example; Where a lot of people would be like "why don't you just stop saying we instead of I", which would cause a sort of tension between them and him, you would let him refer to himself as "we" but you would continue to say "you" as a subtle grounding.

(Just an example, not a solid thing)

I feel like he would really like your niche interests. It's hard to truly keep his attention outside of work, especially if they're just common things. So if you were to be reading a book on fungi in Russia, he might see that and be like "wtf?" and interest might be piqued. Idk I feel like he wouldn't really be interested in things unless they were niche (that's where you come in!). He'd probably make some dry as joke that isn't even that funny, but his blank stare and dead delivery would be hilarious.

You both struggle with social anxiety and don't like social settings. He's a soldier, so he has ways to sort of deal with it. If you're really uncomfortable or are worried something will happen, he's right there with you with a hand on your back (it also helps him ground himself when the thought of something happening to you pops up). He's very loyal to those who actually get through to him. Say you're talking to someone who is making you uncomfortable. He'd probably just say something to you, in front of them, like "we're leaving" and just bring you with him. He's socially,, idek. He's awkward. Not in a shy way, just a "wtf are social rules" way. He means well, have mercy.

Once he gets close to you, and realizes he wants you in his life, that's it. Unless you try to take his mask off without his permission, or betray him, he's staying. He loves like a dog. A feral, hungry, desperate for scraps dog. You know the ones. The street dogs that will fight anyone and cling to you when you give them bread. They're still aggressive, just not towards you. Just a bit rough around the edges.

I see a lot of people writing him as sexist or homophobic, but I really don't see him that way. Honestly, I think what happened to him really changed how he thinks. I think a lot less means anything to him. He has to go fight in literal wars, who gives a fuck abt who wants to be with who? Who cares about women wanting to be independent? I don't think he cares. He barely talks to people as is, why would he care about what they do?

I can almost guarantee that if you get hurt, he's gonna take care of you. He's used to the major injuries (broken bones, deep cuts, etc) so he might think he needs to take care of your small ones the same way. He's trying. He cares about you. He's learning.

One thing you'll never need to worry about is him cheating or leaving you. He very rarely lets people in, and never thought he'd find love, but he found you. You're his, he's yours. Simple.

As for sex, not even an issue. I think he could either be hypersexual or asexual. Let's go with asexual for this matchup. I said he cares about a lot of things less than before his torture, and I mean it. A common occurrence with PTSD or just being recently traumatized is lack of interest in things, and that can include sex. I think his sex drive is basically nonexistent. He might jack off, but that's really so there aren't physical issues. It takes him a really long time to warm up to touches, even if they're kind ones. Sex wouldn't even be on the table. If you don't pick up on this, and tell him you're asexual, he'd probably shrug it off. He'd probably just say something like "me too" (after you explain it) and that would be that.

Learning to cuddle or initiate contact would be an interesting experience. He probably would stiffen up when you hold his hand for the first time. But after a while of gentle touches and soft words of how these are safe touches, he'd grow to like them. It would take a while, but he'd get there.

He cares. He wants you, and he'll do his best to do good for you. No relationship is perfect, but growing together is a big part of them.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #andre nikto x reader #nikto x reader #nikto x you #cod nikto #cod matchup #call of duty nikto

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novelcain · 1 year

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*visibly SHAKING* MAFIA MAMA LMK Reader!!!!! 😭

Mk is her baby boy now, (NO it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s a Teen or adult! HE’S HER BABY!)

I could totally see her being a Normal civilian at first before she met Dragonhead Wukong (did I use that right?) so most people think she’s all innocent and dainty.. until someone says something about Mk in her presence.. I don’t think even she knows when she mentally adopted him.

Reader: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY SON!?!? *grabs Macaroni’s gun (he was already holding it out for her.. he’s seen this shit happen before, and he’s loving it. It’s hilarious.)

Mk: 🥹 Mama’s so cool.

The unfortunate soul: *Is suddenly VERY aware this woman knowingly joined the troop of the infamous Sun Wukong during the start of their relationship* W-Wait, I d-didn’t mean it.

Reader: Too late! NOBODY TALKS SHIT ABOUT MY BABY!! *shoots him in the butt when he tries running away*

Wukong: 😍 Marry me~

Reader: Darling we’ve been through this, I spent nearly two YEARS planning our wedding. We are NOT moving up the date again!!! 😑

Wukong: .. fine… 🥺

🎃~

(Lol you 2 seemed to be on the same wave length so I figured you wouldn't mind me throwing you in the same room so to speak. djvwdvbwnv omg and you're both orange!)

Omg, pumpkin, I love the thought of Reader just being a normal civilian before meeting Dragonhead Wukong (dw love you usin it right) and the idea of reader patching up mk is so cute, orange.

I'm imagining a slightly different scenario:

MK and you had plans to go to lunch together to discuss his part in the wedding. You both thought it was a lovely day and since the café was close by you both decided to walk there. However, you wish you had just taken a cab now.

You were being manhandled at the back of the alley by one man while MK was fighting three others near the entrance to the alleyway.

MK didn't want anything bad to happen to you, and while he was focused on you, he got taken by surprise and got hit over the head with a steel pipe. As you watched him fall limp to the ground, you saw red. You couldn't care less for your own safety anymore. Your boy was hurt. And watching the three thugs stomp on MK while he struggled to shield himself in the fetal position made you snap. You shoved off the thug holding you by the hair and reached into your purse to pull out the small handgun Wukong had insisted you keep on you at all times.

You whipped around and jumped as you shot the gangster that was holding you point blank in the head. You then turned your attention back to the triads beating MK. You were shaking but kept your firearm trained on them regardless. They looked taken aback by your retaliation. They were under the impression that you were just some regular girl Wukong picked off the streets and not someone capable of shooting a man in the face with almost no reaction. True, you were shaking, but your face looked so blank. You were wide eyed and slack jawed like you weren't even in control of your own actions anymore.

One of the thugs almost immediately snapped out of his shock and went to grab his gun out of his suit only to get shot in the neck as soon as he moved. The other two flinched and one went to run but you quickly shot him in the back around his center mass, and the other went to grab his gun but was sucked into a shadow on the ground before he could.

You were still in shock and had your gun still raised expecting the man to pop out in front of you at any second. You shakily looked around for any sign of the man and just as you were about to lower your weapon you felt a hand grab your shoulder.

"AH!" You yelped and ripped away from the person before turning and firing with your eyes closed at where you assumed the person's head would be.

You slowly opened your eyes to see if you got the last man only to see Macaque standing there with a clenched fist in front of his face.

"W-Wha—" You found yourself unable to complete your sentence.

"Nice shot," Macaque opened his fist and the bullet you fired dropped from it, "But maybe don't shoot the handsome demon that came to rescue his nephew and future sister-in-law."

"I-I—"

"No need to thank me I was just—"

"MK!" You cut off the monkey mid-sentence and immediately ran to MK who was trying to get up. While you were distracted, you missed Macaque mumbling something about being forgotten after you tried to shoot him in the face. "Don't move, MK! J-Just stay down and rest for a bit."

You carefully grabbed MK and pulled him down to sit with you, placing your gun on the ground next to you so you could direct him to rest his head on your lap. Once he relaxed into your grasp, you brushed through his hair and flinched when you felt a warm wetness on your fingertips. You gently turned his head to check the wound only to find that it was already healing itself.

You let out a sign of relief as Macaque crouched down beside you to get a look at his student. After a quick glance, he realized that MK had already passed out in your arms, so he directed his question to you.

"How's he doing?" Macaque asked softly, not wanting to startle you again.

"I think he'll be okay."

"Of course, he will be... and you?"

"I'll... I'll be okay."

There was a moment of silence within the alley way as you tried to calm down while Macaque quietly glanced over you to see if there were any injuries.

"Let's get you two back to Wukong."

"Y-Yeah."

Macaque then stood up and walked around to get behind MK before reaching down and carefully picking him up, trying not to jostle him too much lest you turn your momma bear rage on him.

He stood up once more with MK and directed you towards the closest wall where he opened a shadow portal. He was about to enter but stopped when he heard you speak up.

"Hey, Macaque?"

"Hm?"

"Is that guy still alive? The one you took."

Macaque paused.

"For now."

"Good. He's the one who hit MK over the head. I didn't get to repay him for that yet." You walked past Macaque with a stone-cold look in your eyes.

Macaque stood there in shock for half a moment before letting out a dark chuckle and following you through the portal. After Macaque went through with MK, the shadow portal warped before enveloping the entire alleyway. When it receded, any evidence that something happened there disappeared without a trace. Not even the blood splatter remained.

Macaque walked into the condo and set MK down on the couch and you walked over to check on MK one more time. When you were certain he’d be okay and would probably wake up soon, you turned your attention back to Macaque.

“Take me to that man. I wanna be back before MK wakes up.”

A sinister grin stretched across the macaque’s face as he made eye contact with you. Your face spoke of nothing but malicious intent.

"You're becoming crueler every day, little girl. Welcome to the family~."

I'll be putting this on ao3 since I have more to add to it that I don't feel like writing rn so I'll just make a second chapter.

Here's the link incase you wanna look out for the second chapter. 😋

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FSR Rambles magic 8 ball-

Here we go again, I feel the chemicals kicking in-

Ah, we've arrived at a scene I literally wanted since I read the manga so I might have some stuff to say. X'D Shadow introducing Vio to Vaati. Like I stated on the posts of these updates, it's heavily implied (And even outright stated in the German translation, thx AK for that info ^w^) Vio met with Vaati directly.

Also his "I can't believe I didn't notice..." line when fake Zelda turns out to be Vaati ALSO leads me to think he knew what Vaati looked like/has met him before....?

In English it's vague as hell but the Viz Translation has a few genuine flubs imo compared to what I've seen of other translations. (The German one seems super accurate from what I've heard? but that makes sense because it was directly translated from Japanese to German apparently. English gives off "interpretation not 1 to 1" vibes.)

Suffice to say: I've REALLY wanted to know how their interactions went down. X'D

Shadow feels he has some leverage with Vaati since TECHICALLY him and Vaati are equals? Even though Vaati bosses him around oof.

Because Creatures of darkness can sense fear, despite Vio putting on a blank face Shadow knows Vio's nervous and kinda tries to subdue it. (He cares aww)

He's really excited to get this out of the way so they can officially work together.

I figure he technically doesn't NEED Vaati's permission but is still getting it anyway: Because he doesn't wanna upset daddy lmfao.

Also the lines about Vaati being "Lazy" and using people: It comes up later

Vaati's entrance here was so fun to think of. Bro was napping or smth lmfao. Loved the idea of his weight being so huge it shoves giant gusts of wind as he rises.

The other 3 in FS seem surprised, I think it's supposed to be Green who shouts "SO THAT'S VAATI!?" during the fight. Already mentioned Vio's "I can't believe I didn't notice" rather than HORROR at the Eldridge monster they're about to take on??? X'D

Figured he got the terror out of the way when he MET Vaati. Because Vio is ya know, not experienced fighting DEMONS and virtually ALONE right now he is obviously shitting bricks at the sight of this huge floating eyeball demon lmao.

He also holds Shadow's hand cause it's cute and Shadow Link is the only person who could MAYBE protect him against Vaati.

I can't with eye contact so maybe I'm just a wuss but Vaati's design is so unnerving to me. X'D Also again: If you know my previous fandom work you know I love creepy/scary scenes. You'll notice I virtually always avoid making characters look AT YOU because I literally hate that so much in manga.

Especially in romance scenes I cannot stand eye contact, don't look at me look at your lover lmfao. So if a character in my comics is looking AT the audience: It's because it's meant to be uncomfortable.

Vio tries to dampen his own fears and Shadow not so casually tries to keep things smooth between them and Vaati. Talking about how great this is.

Vaati can see right through that shit though.

Vio tries to pass off his fear as just being nervous to meet someone so amazing lmfao. Stroke that ego Vio, Vaati's a sucker for that kind of thing.

Vaati wants a moment alone with the hero. X'D Shadow again is very adamant on Vio being on their side because he really thinks they are.

He in THEORY has just as much of a say as Vaati and has MORE of a say considering Vio's fate is up to him because Gannon put him in charge of that.

Which is hysterical considering he's like 14 to 15 here at minimum considering Link's old enough to drink in FSR and Link deals with the curse for 7 years tho their ages are really whatever in the flashbacks. Like the idea of Vaati and a 14 year old having the same amount of say on their evil plans is so damn funny to me lmao. Gannon thinks Vaati is as competent and useful as a literal child and that's HILARIOUS.

Vio is quick to realize Shadow's wording here and that SOMEONE is a bigger player. He assumes Gannon because that's the only name he has to go off of.

Something I noticed in the manga: Despite being Shadow's partner Shadow doesn't EXPLAIN a LOT to Vio. Vio has to ask him things lmao. I genuinely wonder if it's a trust issue thing or if it's a "he didn't ask so I didn't tell" thing. I had to be smart about this scene because Vio and Shadow don't bring up Gannon until like...WAY LATER in the timeline of them hanging out. I really try to take into consideration the timeline of the actual manga while writing in-between scenes. I'd love to do an entire rewrite of FS but I do not have the time or patience for that. X'D

Honestly the most annoying thing about writing in between scenes is just how WEIRD it is from like: a regular ass person perspective.

Like it's not natural to be like "Yeah lol Gannon, I'll wait to bring that up like a week after it was first relevant"

This is done a LOT in media. Lmao literally just experianced a scene like that in JJK volume 0. It's like for the audiences sake, always awkward and ALWAYS done for exposition, and it's ALWAYS weird from like: an actual person conversation side of things? Idk if I'm articulating this well lmao.

So Shadow was told to leave the room because Vio brings up Gannon to gain Vaati's trust and I needed a reason for Shadow and Vio not to bring up Gannon here because they do later in the manga.

But I thought it'd be clever if Vio brought up Ganon because: He's already gambling might as well use the fact he THINKS the bigger player is Ganon to his advantage.

Anyways: Shadow's still a bro and gives Vio some advice on dealing with Vaati.

The panel of Vaati's eyeball/body taking up the entire background behind Vio while he steels his mind miiiiiight have a very special place in my heart. UwU It's just so ominous.

I wanted to get across just how much of a threat Vaati is. Mans is TERRIFYING. He's also HUGE.

Vio's rightfully terrified of this thing. I really wanted to show the struggle Vio went through with this plan because it was A HUGE RISK. I feel kinda snuffed we didn't get to see Vio's struggles with this plan in the manga save a few panels of him looking guilty.

We were robbed by page restraints and I'll never forgive whoever only gave Akira 2 volumes for FSA for that, they did SO GOOD for what they had to work with though so don't think I'm dunking on them for this.

I also get the liberty of giving thought bubbles. Smth I noticed is the severe LACK of thought bubbles in FSA?

Also 1 on 1 convos but that's a whole other thing. Again, time and page restraints would be my assumed reason. Pacing in FSA was rushed so I can't really say "For pacing reasons" imo.

So we get to see inside Vio's head as he goes through this, he uses Shadow's assumptions about him here: "Admitting" he always had second thoughts and admired the darkness.

Vaati is obviously skeptical of this nonsense considering who Vio is.

Vio really hams it up.

Bringing up Gannon which surprises Vaati considering NONE of the heroes should even know about Gannon. He is purely there to distract them while Gannon gains power after all lmao.

The fact one of them KNOWS is not only surprising but kinda scary!

Vio continues to show his "faithfulness" by bowing and declaring his loyalty.

His words hit different for somebody who's been through the same shit as Vio's describing, as Vaati's eyes widen and his wings droop as Vio continues to describe how he would have been despised. If you don't know: Minish Cap manga explains Vaati worshipped the darkness and was a bit of an outcast.

Vio's mind is on one person only at this moment: Princess Zelda! :D

Vio cares about Zelda deeply as we'll continue to see through FSR.

I don't like to see it as romantic (Just because I think Vio is gay but that's a whole other thing), but he is DRAWN to her and wants to protect her no matter what, because well a LOT of reasons.

1. He's apart of Link. And this version of Link and Zelda are childhood friends and deeply care about each other. So just on a personal level he wants her to be alright

2. He's apart of the chosen hero destined forced to save hyryle.

3. I kind of like to think Zelda Gannon and Link have the Triforce in FSR at least, and it's drawn to itself. Side note: Would love for the Triforce to appear on Link/the four's hands at some point. Because I love that design motif on Links.

The moment of truth...Did his plan work? Everything is FUCKED if it didn't...

Vaati just silently stares at him as Vio dares to raise his head to meet Vaati's eye.

But Vio can't even tell if Vaati's looking at him in this moment with that thousand yard stare.

Rightfully: Vio is still shitting bricks.

Lol so that blurred word bubble is Vio stating "Lord Vaati?" but Vaati can't hear him lmao.

He's too busy wrapped up in remembering the time he grave robbed-

Jokes aside: You might have noticed smth a tad ODD about being able to see what Vaati was thinking in this moment. But this point is SO FAR from being relevant I'll just leave you to think about it.

If ya noticed it: You noticed. I'll bring it up when it's actually relevant. Which is a LONG time away.

Anyways also if you don't know: Master Elzo gives Link the hat Vaati used to be magical boy at the end of Minish Cap's manga. So Vaati's just stealing it back lmfao.

He is still a demon with magic regardless of the hat, the hat is just a symbol of his bad boy-ness.

Also the idea he "returned" to Minish Cap Link after the dude died was an idea I just could not leg go of.

I maybe have an idea for Minish Cap Link in FSR but I dunno if I'll end up going with it or WHERE. Stuff has changed in the script before so who knows.

Stealing some of Zelda's light force forever fucked Vaati's mind and body up.

You can kinda assume what went down but the general idea is Master Elzo is fucking dead and Vaati's on a downward spiral. Link is dead because the door between the Picori and the Hylians only opens every 100 years. Also the "Using people" line: Vaati often doesn't use his own striength but uses others to achieve his goals. Ya know like a coward. X'D

Nobody ever fully trusted or accepted Vaati after what he did in the events of the Minish Cap manga. Sooooo.

Bro turns back to the dark side.

That's the only thing I could think of after seeing he was "Good" at the end of Minish cap manga I was like "????????" after reading FSA first. X'D

Like did he just wake up one day and decide to be evil again lmfao.

The Zelda manga's reference themselves so I'm under the impression they're all SOMEWHAT connected. SO like- WHAT'S VAATI'S DEAL???

Presumably after this he went on to do the events in the story told at the start of the FS Manga: where he fights the first incarnation of the four hero.

Which holy shit I'd also like to dive into buuuuut mmghhh- It's wild to me OUR Link from FS manga is the SECOND bitch to do this. Like MMHH So interesting to me...

Insanity aside this is my explanation for "Good" Vaati. He just reverted. Like a lot of people would under that scenario.

Lol looking at the same face he did years ago. That must be weird.

Vaati kinda felt a kin-ship with the purple hero cause...YOU KNOW. EVERYTHING I STATED BEFORE THIS. XD

He's a Link-

He's caught off guard by all this so is just kinda like "Oh...Yeah sure you're a part of the team yeah... Yeah...Whatever" Vio broke Vaati by appealing to his trauma lmao.

Shadow spying on if Vio's okay is very funny to me. Dude's worried about his new friend.

Shadow nervously walking up to Vaati after being caught spying is very funny to me. Bro was just keeping an eye on his new Boyfriend. UwU

Vaati asks for Vio's unput well: Because he was on the Four Hero team at one point lol. If he IS evil getting his opinion is a good route to take.

Which he doesn't fully believe considering he's still sus of Vio but doesn't feel like arguing with Shadow, who is the equivalent to his boss's entitled bratty kid.

Vio of course gets leverage to go to Death Mountain, because he's holding onto the idea he MIGHT be able to regroup.

Vaati's still distracted as fuck from the state of his expression. X'D Like he's kinda just, repeating himself/out of it.

Shadow's just like "Yeah yeah shut up we're great yeah yeah It's fine it's fine"

Shadow takes a moment to just walk ever so casually away from Vaati getting enough distance before showing how happy/excited he is.

I just like drawing Shadow trying to touch Vio in some way he's so starved for attention and positive interaction. Not having a bad word to breathe about Vio before the betrayal was always funny to me from the manga. He just admires this boy so much.

Like, I like showing off that "He's not really EVIL" side of Shadow link half the fandom seems to DESPISE.

Cry harder we sympathize with Shadow Link in this house. UwU

Vio's cracking under the welcoming nature a little by making a jokes, and even thinks "Man I used to be scared of this dude"

Shadow is just a little guy in love and I like that about him moving on-

Vio laughs at his dumb joke and Shadow's like "Finally you're not a tense weirdo" X'D

Vio's coping hard lmao.

He's still just a kid during these events so it's HARD to deal with what's going on. I wanted to write him getting his cracking through because how normal he acts in the events of the manga leads me to think he steeled himself overtime.

Laughing his ass off before going into a state of pure raw emotion of "Holy shit I could have just died" comes off as jarring and unnerving.

Shadow can tell SOMETHING's wrong but guesses the cause wrong.

Shadow assumes Vio's having a difficulty with the heat.

This goes off of TOTK/BOTW logic where sapphires ward off heat because I think that's awesome.

If I were rewrighting FSA I'd have him give Vio a different outfit or smth like that.

I DO love the sapphire specifically though because um: Anyone remember what the Zora Sapphire was in OOT?

Lmao an engagement ring- X'DDDD

From that one frame of Blue yanking out his hammer from his hat we know they store shit in there. Freakin' Link From the LOZ cartoon has a magic bag that shrinks his shit and I find that hysterical. I like to think Link's hat works similarly.

Vio's blushing and not unsubtle heart skipping is so funny to me.

If the fact Vio kissed Shadow first didn't already get ya:

Vio's in love with Shadow Link too lmao.

#FSR Rambles #four swords returns #four swords #four swords manga #four swords adventures #four swords returns au #loz fsr au

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im sry if you keep writing stuff about jj but you're literally the only one who is writing for him rn 😭😭

so yeahhh ignore this if you want but can you please write where the reader is a youtuber and is doing a series where she pranks jj (or they prank each other like prank-war type thing idk). so the reader decides on a cheating prank with third person (i dont really mind who, could be in sidemen or troops). the reader and the person pretend to do IT on their bed before jj walks and he sees them then he gets all sad and mad and u can decide what happens after that im not rly sure lmao. preferably happy ending, tyyy love ur fics 💕💕

Prank -KSI

Words: 0.6k+

Warnings: angst, fake cheating, argument, self doubt.

In which you perform a prank on JJ with Calfreezy and it goes terribly wrong.

a/n: thank you for requesting!! I literally wrote this within an hour of your request because I love the idea so much (I’m only posting it now because I already posted something yesterday). Anyway hope you enjoy🫶🏼🤍

I've known JJ since we were teenagers. We started off as friends, moved to London together, I lived in the sidemen house for a little while and during that time we began dating. He asked me to be his girlfriend and we've been together ever since. I've been doing YouTube for as long as I can remember, that's how me and JJ became friends since not many people did YouTube at that time. I'm also great friends with the rest of the sidemen, Callux and Freezy.

Recently I've been doing a series on my channel where I prank JJ and he started doing it back. It started with little ones like: drawing a beard on him while he slept (because he can't grow one), then he bought a confetti bomb and scared the shit out of me with it. It continued on like that for a few weeks, me and JJ thought it was absolutely hilarious. Recently my comments have been full of people asking me to do a "cheating prank" so I decided to deliver.

I asked Freezy to do it with me since we've always got along well, he thought it would be funny so said yes. I asked him to come round to our apartment just before JJ was due to return home from a sidemen shoot. To make it look "real" but not actually touch each other we decided when we heard JJ open the front door Cal would make it look like he was quickly putting his clothes back on. I set up the camera so it was hidden but faced the bedroom door so it would catch JJ's reaction. Then me and Cal explained what was going to happen for the viewers.

When we heard the door click I jumped under the covers so my head was just peaking out and Cal rushed to take his top off. "y/n?!" JJ shouted through the apartment. I didn't respond. "y/n?" JJ opened the door just as Cal pulled his shirt back over his head. His face went blank as his eyes flickered from me and then back to Cal. "What the fuck are you doing!" He said stepping forward and harshly pushing Cals shoulder so he stumbled back slightly. I actually wasn't expecting him to believe it. I leaped up from the bed. "Woah, JJ it's a prank!" I stammered. His brows furrowed angrily. "Stop lying, I caught you!" He shouted. "No seriously mate, it's a prank." Cal stated. "Look." I lept around the bed to grab the hidden camera and held it up for him to see. His face calmed.

JJ shot a quick apology at Cal then he left, leaving me and JJ alone. We sat on the bed. I gently cupped his face in my hands. "Do you seriously believe I'd ever cheat on you?" I asked calmly. His eyes dropped to his lap but I brought his head higher so he looked me in the eyes. "I just- you're so amazing and I-" he started. I nodded my head telling him to go on. "I still can't believe someone like you would want to be with someone like me." My heart sank. "I love you so much. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, and I never will." I said quietly. He pulled me into a hug and held me tight. "I'm sorry for reacting like that." He said into the crook of my neck. "No, I shouldn't have done the prank. I didn't think about the fact you might believe it, that was stupid of me." He pulled away "I love you." I smiled "I love you too."

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ratcatcher0325 · 1 year

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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #24)

Surprise! Alexander is finally home, but are all the lights on?

So grateful to @not-a-space-alien, @kitn-underfoot, and @thegodmother007 for beta reading yet again!

Chapter #24. Alexander’s high as shit. That’s it. That’s the chapter.

Previous: Chapter #23

Next: Chapter #25

Word Count: 4,431 Read Time: Approx. 34 mins

CW: adult language, angst, past trauma, vomiting, injury

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #24: High or Hell Water

[Natalie’s POV]

I threw my hand over my mouth trying with every ounce of willpower to keep from laughing at this sudden, hilarious twist. He stared up at me, brows raised, eyes wide. My shoulders shook as I failed to hold back the wave of laughter. He watched me, mouth just slightly open, eyelids halfway shading those normally blazing blue irises. I waited for my verbal attack to begin at any moment. I expected his little voice to raise as his face flushed and he chastised me for making fun of him. But it never came.

The little nightmare I’d come to know and love, stared up, high above his eye-line to reach my gaze, his expression blank, the muscles in his face slack. Then slowly, slowly, the corners of his mouth twisted into a smile which blossomed into a chuckle, his little teeth flashing bright white. I’d hardly seen him crack a short-lived smirk, let alone heard the sound of his laughter. I realized for the first time he had an adorably crooked smile. The sound of his joy cascaded into my own. He beamed, and his sudden, unexpected delight only made me laugh harder. We fed off of each other, as I tried to control my body and not jostle him too much, even as my shoulders shook against my will.

He was splayed out on the surface of my palm, his head, neck and shoulders propped up by my curled fingers. He was beaming, laughing his little head off, his whole body shaking. Fighting to catch his breath, he finally managed to gasp out, “W-what… are we… laughing…about?!” His nose wrinkled as his eyes watered, his face bright red now.

“You don’t know?!” I fought through my own involuntary chuckles to speak.

“N-no!!” He shook his head rapidly from side to side, seeming to find his own utter confusion just as funny as I did. His ribcage fluttered as he sank lower in my hand. The poor little drugged up idiot didn’t have the slightest clue! I laughed till I cried, my cheeks burning. Blinking rapidly, I chased those joyous tears away, before descending my fingers down, gently gripping him under his arms and propping him back up against the backrest of my curled fingers. Letting go, I reached out with the pad of my thumb, doing what I’d only ever dared when he was asleep, I brushed his bangs from his eyes and caressed the crown of his head. Sweet, ridiculous, wonderful little man, you have no idea what a relief it is to see you smile.

He didn’t seem to flinch at my touch. He didn’t snarl or stiffen or pull away. In fact, as he grinned from ear to ear, he leaned his head into my thumb. My heart skipped a beat. The moment I pushed his cascading hair back along the curve of his scalp, though, his boisterous laughter shifted. He was laughing so hard, in spite of himself, that he was starting to choke, “Woah, hey, careful there. You’re experiencing too much unbridled joy at once, your spiteful little body isn’t equipped to handle that!” I smirked, grateful that my past self had thought ahead and filled an unused toothpaste cap with water in case he needed it. I pinched the makeshift drinking vessel between finger and thumb, careful not to spill the tiny amount of water inside, and held it before him. He continued to cough and sputter, as I spoke softly, “Here, drink…”

He peered up at me with a funny expression that I couldn’t quite place. His eyes were wide and shimmering as he reached for the tiny plastic object. It was still a bit too big for him to grip with just one hand, so as they both wrapped around to take it from me, his left hand pressed against the tip of my thumb. Why did that simple touch from him send a spark of electricity down my nerve endings? Calm down Nat, he’ll be back to his prickly self in a few hours. Well, I’d have to enjoy it while it lasted.

I let go, allowing him to pluck it from my grip. As soon as he had a good hold of it, he gulped, unapologetically, and drank the whole thing, not even seeming to notice as he spilled some down his chin and onto his pathetic little doll shirt. Passing it back to me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Poor thing, he must’ve been dehydrated.

I turned away, briefly, to lean towards my bedside table and put the cap down. When I returned my attention to him, my spine stiffened in surprise. He was crying. Tears no bigger than a pinhead streamed down his cheek like miniature waterfalls. His face was twisted into a frown and his shoulders shook with sobs, “Alexander? What happened? Sweetheart, why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you? Are you in pain? Are you scared? What’s wrong?”

At each suggestion, he shook his head, eyes blazing as they stared into mine, “N-no…. It’s just…. You’re being so kind to me. You’re under no obligation….” My heart melted in my chest. I had an overwhelming urge to hold him against me and stroke his body with gentle fingers, but he looked ready to burst with something else to say, so I did everything I could to stay still and attentive, as he continued. His voice shook as he spoke, his vision blurred by tears, nevertheless, he tipped his trembling chin and stared directly into my eyes, “…You are the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen…. the most beautiful light to rival the moon herself. Divinity itself shines brightly upon you, Evenstar. And yet, in all your infinity of being, you cleave to me. A mere mortal, an undeserving nothing by comparison. You owe me nothing at all. I can give you nothing in return for your kindness. And yet to this nothing, you are everything,…” he broke down, burying his head in his hands. I was utterly stunned. That was the last thing I ever expected to come out of his mouth. Who was this grateful, sweet, sensitive little poet and where was Alexander? Did he really feel this way, beneath all his blustering and self-importance? Was this the man behind the mask? Beneath all his venom and frustration, was this the frightened, grateful little man inside, he’d never dared to show me before? I couldn’t help but melt even deeper as my face flushed and my heart beat faster. I only hoped his words were genuine and not as fantastical as they seemed. He still thought I was a fucking elf, after all.

“Alexander, please don’t cry….. may I touch you and hold you against me?” He dug his fingers into his scalp, as he curled into himself, before shuddering a sigh and nodding ‘yes’. I felt a tightening in my throat at the chance to finally, really hold and comfort him. I tried to ignore the fact that this intimacy was drug induced, as I gingerly plucked him out of my palm and leaned back, draping him against me. I took deliberate care not to position him with any pressure on his injured joint, gently keeping the leg straight by balancing the ball of his little heel on my free finger as I lowered him down. After I’d laid him flat, I rested my thumb over his chest, and the tip of my pointer finger caressed his back and neck. He was propped up on his right side, his injured leg splayed out in front of him, his other bent at the knee. He wriggled his arm loose and let it rest over the crook between my finger and thumb. The moment he landed snuggly on top of me, he nuzzled himself closely against my skin, laying his head on the pillow of my fingertip, his torso hitching just slightly from quiet sobs. I watched him with keen eyes. I was wholly engrossed in this life that fit easily in my palm, as I whispered softly, “You are the farthest thing from nothing. You think I’m somehow significant compared to you? You’ve got no clue how in awe I am of you—“ he shook his head, about to protest, but I didn’t give him the chance, “You are the strongest, smartest, and yes, scrappiest, little man I’ve ever met. You are nothing short of incredible and don’t let anyone, including yourself, forget it…..” As I spoke, he laid his head on my chest, completely relaxed. I felt his full weight against me with each breath in and out.

Peering down, I could see his eyes dipping closed, in a completely exhausted daze. Okay, enough of that. Just sleep, you’ve more than earned it. Gently, I slid my hand over him, keeping him warm as he drifted off to sleep. “Sweet dreams, little nightmare….” I whispered only to myself.

I savored every second of this closeness, watching his tiny chest rise and fall, the catch in his breath, the sleepy twitches of muscle in his leg or hand, the way he looked so serene, and comfortable. Poor Alexander. He’d been through more than I could ever imagine, and yet, seemingly through sheer spite, he hadn’t let any of it take him down. That thought made me smirk. Being an angry little ass seemed to work for him so far, but in this moment, curled up beneath my fingers, he didn’t have a care in the world. I just wanted him to have that all the time.

As I laid in a prone position, warm and relaxed in my bed, I couldn’t help starting to drift as well. I wasn’t the one to endure poking and prodding and scalpels and anesthesia, but I’d still had a pretty exhausting day. Maybe just for a few minutes…. I shut my tired eyes, grateful for the chance to rest. No sooner had I settled in and put my mind at ease, I felt a sudden scrambling beneath my hand.

I bolted upright, making sure I had a good hold on him and that he had no chance of falling. He was squirming and huffing, digging into my fingers with all his might, my exhausted mind finally processing that he was speaking as well, “…Let go, damn you!!! Let go of me!!! I have to get back!”

“Woah, woah, what’s wrong Alexander?” I scooped him up under his arms and placed him in a cupped palm. He beat his fists against the fingers that held him, and the moment he was plopped into my hand, he scrambled around looking for an escape route. He was frenzied, panicked, and he paid me no mind. It reminded me exactly of when we’d first met, after he’d fallen into my cupped palm, squirming and hissing before biting me, in a desperate act of self preservation.

Peering into his wide panicked eyes, I realized that this time he wasn’t scared of me. He, instead, seemed wildly preoccupied with something else entirely. He was moving around so much that I was terrified he was going to bust his stitches. In a split second decision, I pressed a thumb to his chest and pinned him in my hand. He did not like that one bit. He still resisted, kicking his legs and writhing. I had to use my free finger and thumb to pinch his ankles together, “Alexander! Alexander, stop squirming. You’re going to hurt yourself! You don’t need to go anywhere, sweetheart. You need to rest. I’m not trying to scare you, okay? I’ll let you go if you just calm down and tell me what’s going on.” His face pinched, he wrinkled his nose at me and bared his teeth, squirming uselessly beneath my thumb. He didn’t have time to waste explaining things to me, it seemed, “We have a deal or not?” I made my tone a bit more forceful this time. The poor thing jumped. I felt awful for restraining him like this, but what else was I supposed to do? If he hurt himself, it’d be my fault for not looking out for him in this state.

Relenting, his little shoulders drooped, and he nodded ‘yes’. Good to my word, I set him down on the pillow beside me, releasing him entirely from my grip, “Okay. What the hell was that all about?”

“You don’t understand anything do you? I have to get back to his desk before he wakes up or I’m a dead man. I’ve never abandoned my post. Not in twenty years. Not once. He needs me!” Ahhh, okay. Another hallucination it seemed. This time involving that awful man he’d been pressed into service for. He seemed genuinely terrified of the consequences if he didn’t get to where he thought he should go. Poor thing. No one deserved to live in that kind of fear. Without pausing for air, he kept going, flustered and frightened, “I-I don’t have time for this, I really must go now….” He started to battle the ripples and undulations of the pillow, fighting to slide down to the mattress below. He’d just positioned his legs downward to jump off, when I snatched him up. Oh no you don’t. You’re not putting any weight on that leg on my watch. He shouted and snarled the second I plucked him up. I’m sorry! It’s for your own good!

“Stop it. Alexander listen to me, stop moving and look at me. Did you forget? H-He, uh, sent you to stay with me. He had that last minute trip to…. Italy. Didn’t he tell you?” Would the lie sell? I figured it’d be easier than throttling him into reality, kicking and screaming. His brow furrowed, as he swallowed, considering. His muscles relaxed a bit, as he rested his arms over my thumb, his dangling feet going slack.

“…. That’s… strange…. He’s never sent me away when he went somewhere before. He always just locks the door and leaves me to ration out enough food and water for myself. Who are you?”

“Uh, a-a friend… he figured you’d have a hard time caring for yourself with your leg all bandaged up. You really don’t remember?” He shook his head, blinking rapidly, eyes glassy and dazed. Well, he seemed to have bought it. Good. Just relax and stop trying to give me a heart attack. He rubbed his tired eyes with lithe little fingers, propping his elbows on my thumb. I couldn’t begin to imagine how utterly exhausted he must’ve been, especially after all this unnecessary excitement, “Your only job is to rest up right now. So no more trying to run off, okay?”

“You’re certain he isn’t expecting me?” I could feel his nervous heart pounding away against my fingers, “What time is it? He normally requires my services at 5 am sharp!” His chest was fluttering up and down. He’d really gotten himself all worked up. I cringed to think of what sort of punishment he was expecting for this imagined transgression.

“I’m positive. No one is upset with you. You don’t owe anyone anything. Just, lie down. Can you do that for me?”

His brow furrowed, his lips tightening into a thin, frustrated line, “I feel… very strangely….” I know, you’re so confused and fucked up right now. It’s okay, little man. Turn that brain off and give yourself a break!

“I know. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can get you?” He cast his eyes askance, before shaking his head, “Here, let me lay you down. Be still. I don’t want any more escape attempts, okay?”

With a little grunt he laid where he was placed on the pillow beside me. I desperately wanted to hold him while he slept, but was afraid of smothering him, or having him wake up in a confused haze thinking I was trying to hold him captive against his will. I pulled up the sheets and draped the edge, more than an adequate blanket for someone his size, over his body as his eyelids got heavy again. I descended a finger to smooth his hair, when he spoke again, voice gravelly and frayed with exhaustion, “Are you angry with me? For trying to leave?”

“No. No, of course not. You didn’t know any better. You’re not feeling well. I’m not upset in any way, I promise. I just want to keep you safe.” I laid a finger over his chest, resting my hand over him, protectively.

His head lolled toward me, as he gazed up, sleepily, his tiny body still tense and uncertain, “A-are you sure?? Because—“

“Alexander, shhh. Rest. You’re okay. You’re safe….” I closed my eyes for a moment while I relished in the feeling of his body beneath my fingertips. He was warm, soft. His graceful body in all its curves and undulations, thrummed with an electrical current of nervous energy. I bit my lip, my heart in my throat as I managed to choke out the next phrase, “You're where you’re… loved. I…. I…” I opened one eye just a fraction, to find the little man a few inches from me was already fast asleep. His head was turned to face me, his cheek slightly pressed by the fabric of the pillowcase beneath it. His hair was a tangled mess of blonde streaked with darker roots. His mouth was totally slack, as his chest rose and fell with the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. Oh well, probably for the best. “Goodnight, Alexander…”

I tried my damndest to lay stock still as I watched him sleep with a swelling in my heart. I could’ve stayed here, happily gazing at him and marveling at his every tiny breath, for hours. But it seemed, eventually, exhaustion got the better of me and I was soon out like a light.

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I came to, gradually. I felt hot, clammy, pressure closing in on my chest. Where was I? I shifted my weight, but the pressure was ceaseless: not enough to crush me but with very little wiggle room. I felt confused. Lost. Afraid. It was like swimming through pitch black water, trying to find the surface to catch a breath. I didn’t know which way was up.

That’s when a severe pain shot through my leg and I couldn’t help but cry out between grit teeth, eyes snapping open, as I gasped. Immediately, I felt a change in that hot weight over me, it shifted and moved of its own accord. A voice high above me sounded tense, worried, as something suddenly jolted where I lay, as if someone big was shifting beside me. My eyes stung with nothing to take in but painful, blinding light, as the voice fussed, “Alexander! Did I hurt you? Are you okay, sweetheart? Don’t be scared, alright? There’s nothing to be afraid of, no one’s gonna get you. You’re safe. Just lie back...”

My ocular lenses adjusted to the garish lamplight left on in an otherwise darkened bedroom. A familiar bedroom. It was Natalie cooing over me. Her voice floated high above my head, her hand rested over my body, finger tips applying pressure to my shoulders to coax me back down. It was her bedsheets I was tangled in. I was suddenly very relieved, but just why, I couldn’t remember. And then, in a sudden rush, it all came flooding back.

I bolted upright, into a sitting position, batting at her fingers. I didn’t need comfort right now…. I needed to go back there and burn that place to the ground, myself! I growled at her unwelcome touch, struggling to stand up on one working leg. Fighting through the pain, I was barely able to halfway rise before I heard a disapproving cluck of a tongue, timed perfectly with strong, steady fingers sweeping me off my feet. The voice chastised me, as I was suddenly, nauseatingly, flipped onto my back, heels up in the air, “Uh, uh. No. You can’t put weight on it, yet. We just talked about this. Don’t you remember? No more trying to run off. I know you’re still high as a kite so you probably don’t even know what I’m saying right now, but you can’t just leave, sweetheart—” had I woken up before this? If I had, I certainly didn’t remember it. Wait, did she just call me sweetheart?!

I growled back, teeth snapping, “— No! I can’t just sit here. I have to go back. I have to do something!”

“Alexander, not this again. That horrible old man can’t hurt you anymore, okay? You’re safe here, with me. Whoever you think I am, this time—“ she smirked at me, but I didn’t understand the joke. Her fingertips descended to caress me and I fought them off. Why was she behaving like this?

“What do you mean? Whoever I think you are? I know who you are! I’m not stupid!”

“Awwww, really? Okay, I’ll play along. Do you think I’m Galadriel this time? I mean, I’d be flattered, she’s pretty cool…”

What?! I shook my head, unable to make any sense of what she was going on about, “Natalie, stop treating me like I’m out of my mind, you’re embarrassing yourself. And besides, it’s tactless. Now, listen to me, for once you dull creature—“ she pulled me with sudden, sickening force, directly before her. My stomach was tearing itself apart, so every tiny twitch of her muscles rocked me painfully. I didn’t think she was trying to destroy my insides, but her giant movements certainly weren’t helping. In spite of myself, I cried out, bracing against the movement with two hands squeezing into her palm. A wave of nausea hit me like a freight train, as I found myself before two large hazel eyes and the curve of a slender nose. I shuffled to sitting, my good leg bent at the knee where her angled hand tapered off at a 90 degree angle to her wrist, while my injured side stayed out, toes practically brushing the surface of her cheek.

I leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of her nose, and shook her, doing my best to imitate the human gesture of shaking someone by either side of their face or their shoulders. Sadly, my tiny reach could only stretch so wide, so I settled for the bridge of her nose, while I fixed my gaze on one golden green eye at a time, “Listen to me, Natalie…. You have no idea—“

I had barely begun to enlighten her when I fell suddenly and violently ill. I shuddered, wincing.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” She was an overwhelming flurry of motion and heat and too loud and too close. She wasn’t helping my condition at all.

“I’m… I’m going to be sick…” I could feel the color drain from my face as that horrible nauseating sensation rose from my abdomen and made me gag. I threw a hand over my mouth as my body hitched and writhed.

“Oh! Oh my god! Uh, okay, hold on! Let me get you to the bathroom…. Hang on, y-you’re okay….” Distressed, she hesitated. Wrapping her fingers around me, much too tightly for comfort, she sprang from the bed, trying to rush to the bathroom sink in a flurry of panic. What she didn’t realize was that all that frenetic movement made it impossible for me to beat back the inevitable.

She was halfway between her bedside and the bathroom threshold, when I squeezed her pinky finger with all my might and shook my head violently, “I… I can’t….”

Without hesitation, she cupped her free hand at chest level, flush with my body, “I’ve got you, go ahead….” She rubbed my spine with her thumb.

She wanted me to throw up in her hand? No way! That was disgusting! It was pathetic! I would never lower myself to do such a thing… approximately five seconds later, I did said aforementioned thing. In spite of myself, I squeezed her pinky finger and edge of her palm with both hands, before my body hitched and I lost control of my own stomach, vomiting in her offered palm.

My ears rang and my whole body shuddered from exhaustion and illness. I felt miserable, not including how profoundly embarrassed I was. I couldn’t make myself look her in the eye, but as she pulled her hand away, she counteracted my mumbled apologies with gentle rubs between my shoulder blades and encouraging words.

“It’s not a big deal, Alexander. Of course you didn’t feel well, you’re very sick and went through so much and I jostled you around, just now. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. Don’t be embarrassed. It happens.” As she spoke she carried me to the sink, lowered me down on a hand towel on the bathroom counter and washed her hands. When she was done, she knelt down to the floor, peering at my own neck and chin, before wetting her thumb and cleaning my face with it. I avoided her eyes as she cleaned me up, “You’re clearly in no condition to go anywhere. But, it does seem like the anesthesia wore off and that you’ve got a lot you need to tell me. Can I put you back down where you can be comfortable in the bed and then I’m all yours?”

With more intentional gentleness and a relaxed gait, she crossed back to the bed and settled me atop the pillow, where I had begun. She propped her head up on an elbow after draping my shoulders with the bedsheet, “Okay. What did you need to tell me?”

I swallowed hard as I felt the vitriol rise in my nervous system, a sensation that battled for dominance over the excruciating pounding in my head, my rent stomach and my aching leg. I drew in a sharp breath, before gazing up at her. “Natalie. You need to know what happened to me back there.” Her eyes flashed and she set her jaw, a characteristic I’d come to recognize when she had made up her mind about something.

“If they fucked with you, I’ll help you dig their graves myself–” Her fingers descended around me, curling behind my back, her thumb in my lap. I pushed past my comfort level and rested my hand atop the pad of the digit and squeezed.

“Okay, then… be ready to grab your shovel…”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, as her brow furrowed, “Tell me everything, Alexander.”

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goodness gracious 78. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Beatrice keeps her eyes on her brothers as they run after the pilots, it was almost comical how both Michael and Guillermo literally stood out from the group by being so immensely tall, with an average sized Leonardo right behind. It wasn’t so bad, at first, they all worked together really nicely, avoiding being tackled just by leaping away.

That is until Guillermo remembered that he was a quarterback and he had a lot more power than most of the guys. He could trek through the others so easily, holding the ball above his head with his face so blank it was like Michael Myers decided to play. The others tried everything, jumping to grab the ball, Coyote even dug his feet into the sand only for Guillermo to just drag him forward when he walked.

It was hilarious.

And a bit worrisome.

Beatrice couldn’t sit down, she kept pacing in front of the seating area about to step in if Bradley got hurt - she didn’t think her brothers would hurt him willingly, but it was still something to think about. He seemed to be having fun, laughing and avoiding Guillermo’s huge frame by skidding to the left like she told him to do, but the ball remained in between her oldest brother’s hands.

Every once in a while, Rooster looked over to where she was just to let her know he was fine, he wanted desperately to walk over and kiss her just to prove he was okay, but he could. The game was still going and her brothers were there, well, he knew Michael and Leonardo wouldn’t mind but Guillermo was a bit of an enigma to him still.

The oldest of the Schiavoni siblings was the quiet brooding type, but he knew he always softened when it came to Bea. Even if Bradley was now accepted into the family, there were still other things he had to deal with along the way…he wondered how they’d feel once they found out they were going to live together.

She wanted to tell her parents last, but said nothing of her siblings. He didn’t know if there was a time where it’d be easier to let them know…but until then, he could handle this. They already got a place! They just had to make it public.

They didn’t know how long they stayed there, but there was a point where Guillermo stepped out saying he was done. He put on his shirt and grabbed the keys from Michael’s pocket when his brother was distracted, telling him he’d be waiting in the car but not before he got closer to Bea and kissed her forehead, giving her the smallest yet kindest smile that dropped back to the neutral line as he nodded to the other women and walked back to the car.

Then Leonardo stepped back too, pressing two fingers on his wrist to check his heartbeat, “Fucking Christ,I’m old.”

‘You are one year older than Brad, Leo.”

Leonardo grumbled, “Yeah, don’t remind me.” he mutters, tapping his shirt free of sand before he puts on his top as well, groaning in pain when he lifts his arms, “My joints feel like granite.”

“I think you are exaggerating.” her brother just glared her way, playfully shoving her shoulder with a small smile. The male pilots were drenched with sweat, panting like old dogs that could no longer hunt while Michael was beaming, skin flushed red and just as covered with sweat, but he looked nothing like the others. He looked younger than he was, the hair he usually kept in his half bun falling in front of his eyes, “He looks happy.”

“I’m sure he does.” Leonardo groans, “I think I need some first aid.”

“Oh shush.” Beatrice playfully swats his bicep, then turns her attention to Bradley who looked downright delectable shining with sweat and flushed such a lovely red color. His chest heaved with his breathing, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but his lips immediately turned into a smile when he met her eyes. “Not too hurt,right?”

Her question earns a soft laugh out of him, “No, not hurt at all, to be honest.” he looks back to where Michael is, putting on his shirt and buttoning as low as before, “It was really fun.” he could see those green eyes brimming with worry, even if she smiled, it was obvious she wanted to know if he was alright without asking. He smirks, “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Okay.” she replies with a sigh, nodding towards him with her hands clasped together.

Michael is all smiles, grinning so wide it’s like his head was going to get split in half with how happy he was. He clapped Leonardo’s shoulder, tugging him to his chest and earning a ‘ew your wet chest hair is all over my face!’ which the promptly decided to ignore, keeping his brother close, “That was really fun, wasn’t it Leo? Of course it was.” Leonardo rolled his eyes with a frown, seeing that his brother answered his own question, “Anyway, let’s do that again, I moved back and I think it’ll be good for the old bones to get back into sports.”

Beatrice arches one eyebrow at him, “You are a boxer, Michael…and you are forty one, you are not old.”

“Maybe, but I’m getting there.” he chuckles, a deep humming sound that comes from within his chest, “At least we’ll live close by, huh Bea? We’ll be almost neighbors.”

Oh.

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak but the words were stuck in her throat, something that Bradley noticed, placing a hand on her lower back to comfort seeing how anxious she was starting to get. Beatrice’s body relaxed once she feels his huge hand touching her back, thumb following the line of her spine soothingly, the repetitive movements helping her nervous heart ease down, “Well–”

“Oh, you moved close to their new place? That’s pretty cool!” comes Shells voice from the side, unaware that her siblings had no idea she planned on moving in with Rooster nor that they already got themselves a place to stay. Michael and Leonardo slowly turned their head to their little sister, the oldest of the two with his hands on his hips and his smile turning confused.

“Wait, moving in? I wasn’t told of that.” comes Leonardo’s voice, breaking the silence and looking over his shoulder to see if Guillermo was coming back. He wasn’t, thankfully, because that would only turn this situation a lot messier than they thought. But both Michael and Leo were a lot more attuned with Beatrice’s feelings than their older brother, and one look at her was enough to tell him that she was very nervous to say that, “...but you don’t need my permission! You are almost thirty and no longer a child! I’m very happy for you!”

Beatrice blinks up in surprise, her worried façade melting into a relieved smile as she hears her brother’s comforting words to her. Of course Michael would be supportive, he was the…rebel of the family, he’d be all for a sudden chaos or a break in the common family chain. Leonardo’s smile…she isn’t sure if it’s because of pain or because he’s happy as well - maybe both - followed by his weak thumbs up because he couldn’t lift his arm higher than that, was heartwarming too.

Unfortunately they couldn’t stay, a short but loud horn vibrated from the front of the bar, which meant Guillermo was telling them to speed it up. Michael scoffs, muttering to himself about how he was a ‘spoilsport’ before he turns to Beatrice and kisses her forehead before messing her hair with one of his hands. She whines out a complaint, slapping his bigger hand from her head only to earn a deep chuckle, before hitting knuckles with Bradley as a goodbye.

Leonardo did the same, albeit with more groans and moans of pain, having to be escorted out of the little seating area by his older brother picking him by the shoulder and carrying him forward like a toddler. Beatrice waved them both goodbye, easing out a nervous breath she didn’t even notice she was holding, turning her head back to Rooster who had his lips tilted in a small smirk, “That wasn’t so bad.” she mutters once her brothers are both far from sight, “I expected…I don’t know what I expected.”

“Well, we both know sometimes our expectations aren’t what we end up with.” he replies casually, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as the officers behind them talked amongst themselves, “We better go back home, I need a shower. I’d hate to come back to the bar sticking with sweat.”

“Yeah, that’d be terrible.” she giggles, grabbing his hand that dropped from her lower back, interlacing their fingers together, “Penny would probably kick you out.” she whispered the last part since the bar owner was sitting just a few steps away with Pete by her side, “You know she hates when people come smelling to the bar.”

Bradley laughs softly, agreeing with her before he grabs his white tank tee he left folded on one of the seats. Both of them wave their goodbyes, the officers telling Bea to ‘invite her brothers again whenever she wanted’ and she laughs with the promise she’d do that, knowing that Michael would be more than happy to come. Leo, not so much. He’d probably be still soaking his muscles in hot water by the time they play another game.

She didn’t know how it happened, but she and Bradley were now walking Jolene past midnight around his neighborhood after her shift at the Hard Deck. Maybe it was because the weather wasn’t too cold that night and the heat would be dealt with by walking close to the shore, but it was very nice.

“I half expected Michael to show up at the bar.” she says as she sits on the sand, Jolene a bit ahead of them sniffing a little mound that undoubtedly had a crab inside that wasn’t stupid enough to come out, “With him here and all now, he’d be the type to surprise visit me.”

Bradley chuckles, leaning back on his hands as they watch the waves crash against the sand quite strongly, but they were at a safe distance from the ocean. “I don’t think it’d be so bad if he did, the others liked him.” he shrugs, “He’s fun, a bit crazy, but fun.”

“I know he is fun…but the crazy part is also true. My brother has the alcohol tolerance of a purebred horse, I’ve never seen someone chug so much alcohol and not be affected by it.” she mutters, bringing her knees up to her chin so she could hug her legs, holding them close to her by clasping her wrist. But she had a smile on her face in the end, “But I love him, I know I complain about my siblings a bit but I love Mike. I’m glad he’s back.”

Not to mention that having him back meant she’d have more help when it comes to getting a new car. Her father knew cars like the back of his hand, but his knowledge of modern vehicles was limited and his interest wasn’t really the best, preferring everything before her birth and backwards. Michael however, was the one that knew everything about cars and motorcycles, not that she’d get a motorcycle but it’s good to have that type of knowledge.

Silence takes over them after a while, the wind hitting their faces and Beatrice lowering her lips to prevent them from getting dry,”You know,” she begins, shaking her head with a smile, “I’ve been thinking about it and…I mean,I…” shr shrugs, still trying to find her words, “A lot has happened before I turned thirty. And…I don’t know I guess it’s more than I ever expected.” he turns his head towards her in questioning and Beatrice drops her hand to the sand to draw with her fingernail, “I think the main one is well,I met you.”

She looks at him with her face red, seeing his lips curl up into a pleased smile, “And ever since then, I guess…my life took a turn for the better. I was really stagnant,Roos. I was part of a routine that never changed: wake up, have breakfast, take Jolene on a walk, get back, do yoga, spend, I don't know how long, worrying about stuff, go to the bar, repeat. I don’t regret it, it wasn’t a bad type of routine it was just…you know? The usual thing every day. And probably wallow in my own self pity and anxiety until I could no longer understand what was reality and what was a figment of my imagination.”

Bradley hums, scooting closer to her so their shoulders touch, grabbing the hand that was currently drawing on the send to lift to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a smile. “Well, you know when it’s real or not now, right?” her cheeks redden but she nodded. He looks down at her fingers, especifically her ring finger with interest, rubbing its length with his thumb much to Beatrice’s obliviousness. He knew it was dumb, but he was trying to figure out her size with his own fingers - which were bigger than hers by a good amount.

He couldn’t get to the jewelry box she keeps in her room to check for other rings, so he was improvising right now. Beatrice didn’t stop him, she just leaned her head on his shoulder as both watched the waves.

“You know what makes me really excited about all this?” she asks, enjoying the caressing to her fingers with a smile, “We have similar decoration styles.”

He stops, furrows his eyebrows then relaxes them with the realization, “Wow, we do. I never noticed.” Of course Beatrice had the pop culture mixed in, which he doesn’t mind but their whole ‘aesthetic’ per se was very minimalist and neutral colored, modern too. “I guess that makes it easier for us to figure out how to arrange the house how we like it.”

God they had a house. Fair, it was rented but they had a house. He was now slowly starting to notice that this was a real deal, that Beatrice and him were going to really live together. He knew there were things that he couldn’t control, like whenever he was deployed - which thankfully there were no talks about it yet- and she’d be pretty much alone in their house with Jolene. And while Jolene was a pitbull, she was never aggressive, she was actually a bit of a scaredy cat most of the time.

But that could wait until they moved in, he didn’t want to think about being deployed now, fearing that just thinking about it would make it happen sooner than later. It was his job but that didn’t mean he wanted it to happen before they moved in and she had to do everything alone. God he hoped it’d take a little while longer for him to actually go.

“Yeah, and there are rooms in the house where we can put one of the couches. And we have a guest room too.” she explains, breaking him out of his worried thoughts, “So we can put one of the beds. I think we’ll use the space really nicely, don’t you?”

“Well it is a lot of space.” he chuckles, “I think we’ll do good.”

“Yeah.” she whispers, her head lifting from his shoulder with her lips forming an ‘oh!’ “Oh, so I was thinking, for my birthday,” he slowly turns his head towards her, arching one eyebrow, “Maybe we can go karaoke and go eat out somewhere! What do you think? We can invite some people too.”

Bradley tries his best to keep his face neutral, pursing his lips with a nod “I think I can do that.” He hopes she couldn’t see in his face how he already had everything planned, settled and ready to go for next week. Thank God for Evelyn’s amazing organization skills, because neither he or Shells would be able to pull half of the things she did. She had a whole file where she put down everything needed for Beatrice’s surprise birthday party, “I don’t see why not.” Her brilliant smile was enough to make his heart turn into goo, she looked so happy just by the thought of having their friends and himself on a little get together.

Oh if only she knew what was going to happen, “I mean, I could ask some of my family members to come too. My parents wouldn’t join, they aren’t very…tech savvy, but Michael,Leo and Cyn would.” he hums, agreeing with her, keeping in mind to send them a message before he forgot, “But it’ll be fun!”

“Of course it will, we are going to celebrate you.” he replies smoothly just so her cheeks turned crimson and her eyes softened as she looked at him. When the wind started to pick up, Jolene rushed to their side and launched herself in between them, curling against their bodies trying to shield herself from the wind, “I think it’s better if go back,” he says already pushing himself upwards, helping Beatrice up and smiling down at the pittie who remained in between the two “Jojo is ready to leave.”

“Howling wind does make her a bit nervous, come here baby.” she coos, picking the dog up so she could carry her like an actual child, with Jolene’s huge head nestled on the curve of Beatrice’s shoulder. She follows Brad to the Bronco, still holding Jolene tight to herself but blinks when she feels the furs on her back suddenly stand to an end, “Jojo?” the dog’s head is directed somewhere else, her throat vibrating in a quiet growl that makes both of them stop and look at her, “Jojo, what’s the matter? Maybe there’s a cat.” Beatrice answers Bradley’s confused stare.

Both of them jump at a loud bark breaking the silence, something that Jolene never does and that makes both of the humans with her stare into the darkest part of the street. Rooster’s narrowed eyes try to see something, anything, but it was too dark for him to see, so he steps in front of Beatrice in hopes he could have any idea why Jolene suddenly got mad. He hears Beatrice gently calming Jolene down, the low growling still present which meant that whatever was bothering her was still in the direction they were all looking at, “Brad?” Beatrice’s soft voice calls, which promptly makes him hold a hand back for her to be quiet for a bit, moving his eyes around but not being able to see anything.

There is a noise from beyond, the clatter of a trash can’s lid falling to the ground making Jolene bark one more time, except this time Bradley can see what was actually bothering her: a raccoon. “Oh my God,” Beatrice heaves out a sigh, watching the small animal scurry away from there and disappear into the night “God that scared me.” Jolene ‘boofed’ towards the gray critter in warning, “It was just a raccoon, Jojo, it’s all good.”

Bur Bradley wasn’t convinced. He didn’t know why but his eyes remained in the same direction, Jolene wouldn’t bark even for squirrels, why would she bark for a raccoon? He was starting to get the same feeling from when Damon was not following them. Something in him was on high alert, something in him got closer to Beatrice, gently ushering her to the car with his narrowed gaze back to the dark area. If there was someone there, a mugger or something of the sort, they didn’t step closer.

Unless it was, God forbid, Chloe…but she already fucked her career enough, she wouldn’t try to pull any bullshit like that. He hesitated on going back, only moving when Beatrice calls him and he walks to the driver’s side with his eyes still on the same direction, getting into the car to see Beatrice looking back as well, since Jolene supported her huge head on the top of the back seat, “Do you think there’s something else there?”

He kept his eyes on the rear view mirror, trying to see if there was something moving or any light that would turn on the second they got to the car, but there wasn’t, “I don’t know, maybe there’s more raccoons. I can’t be sure.”

“A person?”

Bradley inhales, turning the car on, “I’m not sure, baby.” if there was, they were really well hidden in there, so well hidden he couldn’t see anything, “It is past midnight, strange people roam around this time. Can’t be too careful.” she agrees, leaning back against the seat to sigh softly, placing her interlaced hands on top of her thighs. While still a bit nervous by Jolene’s sudden aggressive behavior to whatever it was hidden in the dark, they managed to get back to his apartment safely.

Beatrice chews her lower lip once inside, running her hands through her hair as she thinks about what just happened minutes ago. It was strange, and a bit scary, but neither of them were hurt so that’s always good. She sighs, kicking off her sneakers and putting her bag on the coat hanger before she meets Bradley in the kitchen, pushing herself to sit on the counter top as he pours himself some water, offering a glass to her, “Thanks.” she murmurs, sipping the cool drink slowly, swinging her feet back and forth.

“You are welcome.” he says back, kissing her cheek and leaning his lower back on the counter’s edge, trying to ease his mind from what happened by thinking of anything but Jolene’s weird behavior, “So, when do you want to check the car out?”

“I’ve looked some stuff up and probably on monday.” she says, holding the glass with both hands, “I can ask Mike to help me out, so you don’t have to worry. He’s really good with cars and whatnot…and well, he has a lot of experience with cars and motorbikes and such.” she shrugs, giving him a small smile, “And well, yeah,I think that’d be good.”

“I’m okay with that,” the pilot replies with a little smile, drinking his own water slowly, “It’ll be a long week, but I’ll be calm enough for your birthday on Saturday.” he grins, kissing her forehead when she gave him a thankful smile, dropping his lips to the tip of her nose then her mouth, “I think around…eight would be a good time to go, huh?” not because that was the scheduled time Evelyn managed to get them, but Bea didn’t have to know that.

“I think so! It’s usually open around seven, so yeah!It’ll be fine!” she grins, still swinging her feet, “Did you ever go to a karaoke bar?”

Bradley chuckles, “Have I? Yes, absolutely.”

“And what’s your go to song?” she asks with genuine interest, placing the empty glass in the sink, “Any Jerry Lee Lewis ones?”

“While I love his music, very few karaoke bars have them.I had a bit of everything, and I’m not telling you yet, it’ll be a surprise when we go there.” he finishes his sentence by taking a slow sip of his water.

Beatrice stares at him for a while, her smile widening, “It’s Backstreet Boys isn’t it?” he chokes, placing a hand under his chin to hold back the dribble as he tries to calm down his shocked coughing. He didn’t know how she figured out so easily, he wasn’t exactly ashamed of liking Backstreet Boys, they were a good band, but it wasn’t something he shared with everyone, “I’ve heard you humming to I Want it That Way one time in the shower when you thought I was asleep. It was really cute, Roos.”

Bradley licks his lips and wipes his chin, his coughing diminishing until it is finally gone, “It’s a good song.” she just giggles, mentioning it was cute no matter what and Bradley’s cheeks warm up just a bit, just enough for him to look away. He honestly preferred them to think about him singing Backstreet Boys by the top of his lungs than what happened close to the beach hours before. “What about you, what is your favorite song?”

Beatrice shrugs, “I don’t have one. I think. I can never really choose, I get a bit…over excited when I see the options.”

“I thought you were going to say Great Balls of Fire but,” he shrugs, with a little pout, looking away from her, “I’m not hurt by it.” Beatrice laughs, which in turn makes his lips quirk up in a smile as he steps closer to her, her legs parting so accommodate him better, “But seeing you singing it was really good for me.” he mutters with his lips on hers.

Beatrice however, blinked, her lips just brushing his as her head recoiled in surprise, “Where did you see me singing it?”

“Shells sent me the video when you guys went there, when I was deployed.” Beatrice’s face slowly lost color, little by little the usual light peach coloring turned lighter and lighter, “It was really cute, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Oh my God, that’s why she was recording!! She just said to keep it for prosperity!!” she covers her face with both hands, whining into her palms, “That’s so–”

“Cute and adorable and probably sexy too since it’s you we are talking about.” he smiles, hugging her shoulders when her forehead pressed on his chest, “You know it is. And you know I loved seeing you singing it.” Beatrice whines again on his shirt, her face so hot he could feel it through his top, “And you can sing it again at a…later time…when we are alone and less clothed.”

Her swat to his arm was light but enough to sting a bit, lifting her head just enough to glare at him playfully,”You are terrible.” she’s still blushing a violent shade of red “But I’ll consider.” she yelps out in surprise when he picks her up by the legs, laughing when he travels all the way back to his room, kicking the door behind him.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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vodika-vibes · 10 months

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Fives makes a Friend

That's a horrible title, but I'll work on it.

Star Wars AU - Fives discovers secrets about the Chancillor, and learns about a conspiracy involving the clones, and is on the run on Coruscant. He makes a friend, and things take a step to the side.

This is going to be kind of short. My brain is on vacation mode.

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny since you enabled me

"Come on, Cal!" Spark flung his arm over Cal's shoulder and allowed his artfully tousled purple hair to fall into her face, "You have to admit, it's kinda hilarious."

"Sure," She rolled her eyes and shoved him away from her, "Until my dads find out that I've gone completely off the rails and they sent me to a convent."

Spark waved his hand, "You're 20, Cal. They can't force you to do anything." He grinned at her, "What would they be angrier about? Dropping out, dying your hair? The face tattoo? Or the fact that you share a house with 9 other people?"

"Uh, all of it." Cal joked.

His grin widened, "At least you're finally going to school for something you like. Though, it's ironic that you're paying for school with your piano lessons."

"It's great, isn't it?" Cal asked as she turned a corner, only for her to let out a pained gasp as someone tall slammed into her and knocked her against the wall.

"Hey, watch it Jedi!" Spark shouted at the retreating back, before he made sure Cal was alright, "ugh, jackass. Does he think he's the only person walking out here? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, my bag bore the brunt of that." She admitted, "wonder what has his panties all twisted."

Spark wasn't looking at her anymore, he pointed across the street, at a warehouse, where a man wearing prisoner garb was skulking around.

Cal and Spark shared a look, and they had a whole conversation without saying a single word.

She darted scross the street and slipped through the main door, and she knew that Spark was going to go around back to keep anyone from sneaking up on this.

This was a terrible idea. It was a great idea.

A small grin crossed her face as she approached the man sitting on the ground. She would have to be careful, to not spook him.

"You know, you'd have an easier time ditching the cops without the prison gear." She teased lightly.

*********

Fives was in deep shit. He knew it. His brothers probably knew it. Hells, Jango Fett, himself, probably knew it.

He hadn't meant to stumble on this powder keg. A powder keg that would see him and his brothers turned into weapons. A powder keg that was puppeteered by the Chancellor of the Fucking Republic himself.

Right. Calm thoughts.

He hadn't been captured. Yet.

He just needed to think of someone, anyone, who would help him get to the Jedi. The Jedi would help. They had to.

He jerked when he heard the unexpected voice, he thought that he was alone. "You know, you'd have an easier time ditching the cops without the prison gear." Her voice was light and teasing, but Fives just felt sick.

He lifted his head.

Legs, long tanned legs, clad in knee-high leather boots. A mini skirt. A tight leather jacket. Bubble gum pink hair framing a face with deep purple eyes and bright red lips.

Fives mind went blank.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous." He breathed out.

She blinked at him, startled, and then she laughed. "Well, thank you." She sank to her knees, and regarded him, amusedly, "So, why are you hiding from the cops?"

"I've been accused of trying to assassinate the chancellor."

"Did you?" She sounded remarkable unbothered by that confession.

"No! I just..." Fives trailed off, and he stared at her. Beggers couldn't be choosers. Not in this situation. "I discovered something. Palpatine is behind the whole war, he's behind everything."

Her back straightened, "Can you prove it?"

Fives reached up and tapped his temple, "I, we, my brothers and I, have the proof in our heads. Chips. Designed to make us do what he wants."

It sounded crazy. It was crazy. But every word was the truth. He just hoped she believed him.

She stared at him, and then she slowly nodded, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She agreed, and then she turned her head, "Oi, Spark!"

"I'm here. I heard him, Cal," Spark was a young man, older than Cal, with long vibrant purple hair and piercings all over his face. He had a wide grin on his face, "What's your name, mate?"

"Fives."

"Alright Fives," Spark grinned, "I need to make some phone calls." He tossed his bag to Cal, "He should fit into some of my clothes. Get him settled, Cal." He then walked away, pulling his comm out as he did so.

Cal grinned at him, and lightly tugged him to his feet, "Spark always keeps spare clothes on him, just incase he gets paint on his normal clothes," She explained as she tugged him behind several crates that would allow him to have some privacy.

She handed him a tank top and some torn jeans, as well as a paint of heavily paint stained boots, "Is Spark a painter?"

"Yeah. I'm sure you've seen his work around Coruscant." Cal moved to give him some privacy, and Fives was grateful for it as he pulled off the scratchy red prison uniform, and pulled on the, slightly too tight, clothes that Spark was letting him borrow.

"I don't generally get to go to art galleries," Fives said drily, grateful for the banter.

"Sure, neither do we." Cal said with a laugh, "Spark does graffiti."

"...So he's a criminal."

"Hm. Says the man currently being hunting for attempted assassination?" Cal countered.

"Point taken." Fives pulled the boots on, and stepped out from behind the crates, "So, how do I look?"

Cal dragged her gaze down Fives slowly enough that he felt a surge of pleasure. He would definitely be taking advantage of her obvious approval of his appearance if he got out of this situation alive, "Hm. You look great." She finally said, "I definitely approve."

Fives grinned, "I can tell," He flirted lightly, and he was delighted to see her grin at him.

"Come on, handsome. I think the others are here."

Others? Just how many people did Spark call?

Fives followed Cal back towards the front of the warehouse, and his steps faltered. Men and women of all ages and races, hair colors and skin tones of all sorts. He was pretty he caught a glimpse of a twi'lek with rainbow painted skin-

"Who are all of these people?" Fives asked, turning his attention to Cal, who was waving at another person with hair the same shade of pink as hers.

"They're friends, Fives." She promised.

Fives stared at her, and then at the crowd, who was listening to Spark speak about his situation, and he felt a surge of hope.

*******

Mace Windu had been nursing a migraine for the majority of the day. And that was before word got out that a clone had tried to assassinate the Chancellor.

Like, he didn't blame him for it. If he did it. Palpatine deserved a little assassination attempt every now and then. Wait. No. He wasn't supposed to think stuff like that.

Calm thoughts, Mace. Calm.

He exhaled slowly, and focused his thoughts. Right. Migraine. He knew that it was caused by a massive shatterpoint that had been building earlier, and then just vanished.

But now he was willing to blame Palpatine for his migraine. Fucking old man.

So he was already in a sour mood when he decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air.

And then the news came in about a riot several streets over from the Jedi temple. Speeders getting flipped over. Arson. Windows being broken.

Surely the Guard would handle it. Surely it wouldn't become his problem.

Famous last words.

He stared. And stared a little more at the array of young adults, wearing leather and ripped clothing. With tattoos and loud make-up and even louder hair (if they had it). And there, in the middle, was a single clone.

A single clone holding the hand of a young woman with bubblegum pink hair and with skulls on her shirt.

A young woman who lifted her chin and looked him in the eye, and said, "You're going to listen to us."

She was ballsy. He liked her.

And then the Clone, Fives, stepped forward and told his story. He was worried, and was tightly gripping the sassy young woman's hand, as thought for support.

But Mace listened. And he asked questions.

And, as his blood ran cold, he called an emergency council meeting.

And then he looked at the colorful young adults, who were looking at him as though he were a threat to Fives, as though he were an enemy, and he smiled. He walked over to the pink girl, and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I am personally going to keep Fives safe," He promised. And then he looked around the group, and his grin became sharp, "Three floors down, there is a room filled to the brim with various weapons that a Jedi has no need for. The passcode to the room is 56729." He said calmly, "I need you to make as much trouble for the Chancellor as possible."

There was silence for a moment, and then the young adults grinned.

"We can do that." The pink girl said, her smile sharp enough to cut metal, "I'll be back later Fives."

Fives just grinned at her, "Be careful for civilians, Cal."

"No shit, handsome."

Mace watched as the hoard of chaotic young adults clamored to the lift. And he watched them vanish from sight.

Mace Windu had a migraine. His migraine was all Palpatine's fault.

He was going to enjoy this.

#star wars #star wars oc #Cal Daines #vod'ika writings

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imahoeforsokka · 9 days

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TTPD LIVE REACTION

1. Fortnight

I AM SO SAD

THIS HURTS

POST MALONE YAYAYAYAY

bro fucking cheated

WTF HAPPENED IN FLORIDA

2. TTPD

oh my god he fucking cheated

is he insane

genuinely

NO-FUCKING-BODY LMAO

CHARLIE PUTH AWW

this is so awful

i’m drowning

YOU TOLD LUCY WHAT????

SHE TOLD JACK WHAT?!!!!!????

he would not marry her i hate him

who else decodes you is insane

3. my boy only breaks his favorite toy

oh?? this is hot??

ok lana del rey relax

OH MY LORD

PUT ME BACK ON MY SHELF???

SAND CASTLES

THIS IS SO PRETYY WHAT

HE SAW FOREVER SO HE SMASHED UP.

HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND.

not ken

HE TOLD ME IM BETTER OFF BUT IM NOT. OUCH OUCH

4. down bad

ooooooo pretty

cosmic love ok

I MIGHT JUST DIE IT WOULD MAKE DO DIFFERENCE

HEAVEN STRUCK

HOW DARE YOU THINK ITS ROMANTIC

FUCK YOU IF I CANT HAVE US OH MY GOD

jesus he’s gone

5. so long, london

already brutal bc it’s a track five

rip london boy

oh this is COOL

OH MY GOD HER VOICE

oh the tragedy

YOULL FIND SOMEONE

GAVE YOU ALL THAT YOUTH FOR FREE.

ILL FIND SOMEONE.

quiet resentment

not sure if he wants to be THERE

YOU SWORE YOU LOVED ME, WHERE WERE THE CLUES?

I DIED ON THE ALTER WAITING FOR THE PROOF. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

cause i loved this place for so long, london.

that was insane holy fuck

6. but daddy, i love him

wait

is this about

no way??

is this

i feel like im wrong

ok update i was wrong

oh my god this is ouch

BEDROOM EYES LIKE A REMEDY

this is strangely fearless coded?

like mature fearless

this feels like love story got punched in the face?

BITCHING AND MOANING YES

VIPERS DRESSED IN EMPATHS CLOTHING!!!!!!

this is so pretty wow

but brings lovers,,, closer

okay wait i might have been right earlier omg

TRAVIS?

WILD BOY

i’m having is baby is HILARIOUS i love her

i think that was the transition of joe to travis and i’m obsessed

7. fresh out the slammer

ok wild west

pretty baby

another summer, taking cover

he was with her in dreams OK JOLENE

for just one glimpse of his smile

swirled you into all of my poems omg

AMERICAN DREAMS

IMAGINARY RINGS

i did my time

wow.

jack is KILLING IT HOLY HELL

8. Florida!!!

im already scared from track 1

weed or little babies is crazy

is one hell of a drug

hey florence

CHEATING HUSBAND DISAPPEARED

NO ONE ASKS QUESTIONS HERE

is that a bad thing to say in a song? OH MY GOD

ok DRUMS

they have a fun mix woah

ok we like florida cool ok

cool cool cool

shitstorm in texas

that’s so cool omg

9. guilty as sin?

ok hey drums

i have a love song inkling?

oh this is so pretty

mine on my upper thigh omfg

ok this is gorgeous

romantic asf

hey bible

i keep recalling things we never DID

ouch

downtown lights 😭

10. who’s afraid of little old me?

why is bro killing her geez

ok SPOOKY

what scandal

i’m so invested

we could all laugh until i cry

real

oh you SHOULD BE BITCH

ASLYUM

DRUNK ON MY OWN TEARS

oh this is CAMP

ok blank space

her VOICE god

that did not feel like 5 minutes wow

wow.

11. i can fix him

i’m so scared omfg

hello FOLK

this is so pretty wow

ok we are talking’ TEXAS

this shit is SOUTHERN

he just hadn’t met me yet

my man

wow

her VOICE

oh this is HOT

hey jack missed you

WOAH? MAYBE I CANT?

oh my god that was so

wow

12. loml

i. am. scared.

the time i was away??????? rep????

i felt i was better safe than STARRY EYED. OUCH

ONE KISS TO GETTING MARRIED

THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE

A MILLION TIMES

you took me to hell too

cinephile

black and white

YOU SHIT TALKED ME UNDER THE TABLE

BRAIDS OF LIES

ILL BE NEVER LEAVE NEVER MIND

LOSS OF MY LIFE.

JESUS.

ARRON GOD DAMN YOU

13. I can do it with a broken heart

hey pool

ok mastermind

oh my god tour

this hurts

geez

BITCH SMILE

HE SAID HED LOVE ME ALL HIS LIFE

CROWD WAS CHANTING MORE

IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY

IM OBSESSED WITH HIM BUT HE AVOIDS ME

SHE IS SO PRODUCTIVE

i love the voices in the background so much omg

i’m glad she’s proud of herself

CAUSE IM MISERABLE!

AND NOBODY EVEN KNOWS!

ok that was awesome

i laughed out loud

14. the smallest man who ever lived

i’m scared

again

oh god

Jehovah’s witness suit lmao

ha they ghosted him

oh damn.

RUSTING MY SPARKLING SUMMER

OH DAMN

the breath christ

NOT THE PUSH PENS

showed her off barely

this hurts actually

i’m scared for the bridge

oh hello bridge

WOW

A GUN UNDERNEATH OUR BED

WOW

WILL THIS ALL BE DECLASSIFIED

WOW

YOU CRASHED MY PARTY AND YOUR RENTAL CAR

NORMAL GIRLS ARE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING

holy

actual

frick

wow

15. the alchemy

hey beat ok

touch down ha

ok comeback song

THESE BLOKES WARM THE BENCHES

THATS HILARIOUS

hey LOVE SONG

she had her american revolution song

16. clara bow

i’m scared pt. 3927237

ok guitar

aww cute

hey taylor! pls don’t die, thanks!

DAZZLING

STEVIE NICKS

oh wow

this is stunning

demanding ‘more’

it’s hell on earth to be HEAVENLY

WOW

HEY TAYLOR SWIFT

you’ve got edge she never did

is crazy

ok that’s all bye (until 2 maybe?)

EDIT:

OKAY MAJOR UPDATE SHES INSANE

15 MORE

17. the black dog

oh my god

his location

it’s A BAR

i just don’t understand how you don’t miss me

she’s too young to know this song

do you hate me

was it hazing

six weeks of breathing clean air i miss the SMOKE

wow

18. imgonnagetyouback

ok skirt

you knew the price going in ohmygod

get him back olivia rodrigo??

this is so pretty

oh god the BRIDGE

ERAS FADING INTO GREY

19. The Albatross

ok hey FOLK

CROSS YOUR THOUGHTLESS HEART

oh my god this is GORGEOUS

this is so evermore???

idek

her voice wow

19. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

this opens quick wow

just say “i loved you the way that you were” christ

jesus

this is so beautiful wow

THE GLINT IN MY EYE TRACED THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SIGH

WOW

SCARLET MAROON

this is wow

will i always wonder

20. how did it end

we herby conduct this post mortem!!!

southern accent maybe a little??

this is so pretty wow

oh my god OW

DIDNT YOU HEAR THEY CALLED IT ALL OFF

THE BRIDGE OUCH

d-y-i-n-g OK JUST STAB ME TAYLOR

wow wow wow

21. so high school

CUTE???

SMOKING YOUR JOKES ALL NIGHT

this is so 90s???!???!??!

YOU KNOW HOW TO BALL, I KNOW ARISTOTLE!!;!,!,!,$;$;

TOUCH ME WHILE YOUR BROS PLAY GRAND THEFT AUTO?,?,!:!,,$,’

ok this is so cranberries

AMERICAN PIE IS SO CUTE

WOW

this is like making me giddy

ok AWWW

22. i hate it here

QUICK QUICK

AHHH

i’m there most of the year cause i HATE IT HERE

the 1830s w/o the racists and bids real

electriciTEE

obsessed

23. thanK you aMIee

okay here we go

i’m fearing for kim’s life

hometown

hey bully

fucK you aMIee is so funny

kim is shaking

this is kinda country

taylor is so sweet

DAMN ANDREA

that there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you

wow

beat my spirit black and blue

wow

LMAO

AND SO I CHANGE YOUR NAME AND ANY REAL DEFINING CLUES

NORTH LMAO

okay she’s bat shit crazy for that

24. i look in peoples windows

pretty

hey jack!! (found him)

down down down down

im addicted to the “if only”

GOD

one more time

25. the prophecy

oh, but it’s gone again

I GOT CURSED LIKE EVE GOT BITTEN

ok we are in our religious parallel era wow

god WOW

still dream of him

howl like a wolf at the moon

coven around a sorcerers table

NO SIGN OF SOULMATES

GREIGE

sweet lord

26. cassandra

wow wow

i have nothing else to say

just

WOW

do you believe me now?

THE CHRISTIAN CHORUS LINE

not a single word was heard

27. peter

is it something i did?

god

promises oceans deep, but never to keep

this is beautifully tragic

you said you were gonna grow up

28. the bolter

oh my god.

town car speeding!

slam of a door, then he’ll call her a WHORE!!!!

ouch

this is so different

there’s escape in escaping

then came out alive

29. robin

you have no idEA

this is so bittersweet

wilder and lighter. for you.

30. the manuscript

hey piano

i’d give you my heart if you needed it

but soon it was over

and couldn’t sleep unless it was in her mothers bed

wow

ouch

all that’s left is the manuscript

ok i’m done that’s a perfect album

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #the tortured poets department the anthology #double album #taylor’s version

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wyrmmaster · 1 year

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Parallel Superimposition thoughts

It did a really good job at keeping everything in the cyberspace Very Obviously not real, showing things and conversations that never happened while still keeping it just close enough to reality to leave a little bit of "... what if?" in there. Played out like someone's dying dream until shit the fan; but it wasn't the Arbiter's and it wasn't yours.

Helena apparently having Helena META on speed dial raises some interesting questions about her companion cube thing she has with her SG radar. When she's freaked out she talks to it like it talks back, now we have a tinfoil that it probably was. I can only imagine how those two actually interact now that Helena's aware of her incredibly creepy and dangerous other self for real.

Cyber Memphis realizing it was her real-world self's fault that you're stuck in there and likely going to die because of it then into a near complete psychotic break was great. The events have been getting steadily darker for the Prime Timeline girls, but most of them have been pretty unflappable even if the shrimpier ones get a bit panicked occasionally - they were quite literally born for war, so it's not exactly a surprise they can deal with pressure. Now, though. the stress is starting to show on everyone. They're on the one (1) timeline that has a real chance and a singular fuckup that even incapacitates you at the wrong moment means Game Over for everyone. It's A Lot and good to see some actual impact from that.

The elephant in the room though is Yorktown, Hornet, Northampton, and Hammann coming back which is great for the Union girls... but then we see them being introduced to Enterprise. We even get her Trauma Montage™ with Yorktown narrating how sorry she is that they all died and left her alone to carry everyone that reminds me of this post I made

And then we get Enterprise's reaction, which is literally "..." and then the Hornet Crew™ goes into comic relief mode. She says nothing. Her reaction to it is to completely shut down. Enterprise.exe has stopped. Yorktown has to awkwardly try and close out her monologue in the face of her sister's non-reaction, which made me feel like she was just staring at her with a blank face the whole time.

Which is hilarious but also pretty realistic. I can't imagine any movie tearful reunion if any of my dead people just sort of walked into my room one day. I don't think I'd be able to process it.

This event comes right after the last major Sakura spotlight, which had Akagi fully commit to damning herself for the power to save her people and see Amagi again, because she's that scared and desperate. It was a nice juxtaposition: here's her 'rival' getting their deepest wish on a silver platter and the reaction to it is.... Nothing.

#Akagi: I WANT MY FAMILY BACK #Enterprise: I did too. I think. Maybe.#azurwyrm

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hii can i please get a sova x reckless! reader who is kinda impulsive when they see something injustice that they almost risked their life once? tysm !!

I’m NOT DEAD, uni is just starting up again and my brain is suffering the consequences :,) I hope you enjoy nonetheless, Anon!

Reckless- Sova

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

You didn't need a ton of context clues to tell you probably looked like shit, but low and behold, you kept picking them out. You were hardly able to stand without leaning heavily against Sova. The strip of fur he cut from his own cloak looked painfully out of place on your arm, the pelt knotted tightly to your shoulder to slow the bleeding from your newly acquired gunshot wound. Your breathing was ragged despite the fact that both of you were walking; it was your body’s way of ridding itself of any lingering adrenaline.

By far the biggest indicator came from Sova himself. The pissed expression on his face softened considerably every time he stole a glance at you, which on its own spoke volumes.

Both blood loss and the previous rush of epinephrine put you in a hazy sort of mental state, making everything immensely amusing. Your fingers slowly losing feeling, Sova's hushed curses in Russian, the way you almost tripped after every step- it was all hilarious. You were doing a good job at keeping it to yourself, but it was becoming more and more of a task.

Wow...

I finally lose a fight and it's not even over a damn spike.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip at the thought. The subtle action didn't go unnoticed by Sova. His eyebrows knitted together.

"Are you doing okay?"

You couldn't even muster together the self-control to give him a measured response, your head filling in the blank for you with multiple different answers that would undoubtedly get him up in arms.

I hope that cloak wasn't Versace, 'cause I'd feel really bad.

Blood is supposed to stay on the inside, so you tell me.

Sova, my dear friend, there is a bullet in my arm-

You bit down even harder but a chuckle still forced its way out of your throat. Sova’s face hardened so fast it was almost comical, nearly making you laugh out again.

"Care to enlighten me about what's so funny?"

You shook your head.

"Nothing's funny, nothin'..."

You immediately regretted the action. Your vision went swimming for a moment, causing Sova's blatant frustration to immediately melt into concern. His arm went tighter around your waist, pressing you more firmly into his side so you were better supported. Once it felt like you weren't spinning anymore, you finally spoke.

"I'm seeing stars."

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, but hesitated.

"We're... we're almost there. Sage is waiting for us."

Even in your state, you knew that piece of information wasn't exactly at the forefront of his mind. He was probably dying to chew you out, to talk your ear off about getting into trouble all on your own. Hearing him hold back when you both knew what he really wanted to say was a unique kind of aggravating. You felt your bubble of amusement deflate slightly as you rolled your eyes.

"Come on, Sova."

"What?"

"Yell at me."

He was slow to respond.

"Not now. Later, when you're in better shape-"

"Oh please, spare me the special treatment," you interrupted, your nose wrinkling.

"I got shot, big whoop. It's happened to everyone on the protocol at least once. Now I'm part of the club. So go on. Yell."

Sova let out a controlled sigh, his breath visible in the cool weather. His eyes squeezed shut, his lids scrunched up for a moment before they smoothed over.

"I just want to know what you were thinking," he said. He was calmer than he usually was when reprimanding you about your close calls, but it was better than feigned neutrality.

"I wasn't looking for trouble. I just wanted hot chocolate, but then I saw a mugging in progress on the way to the convenience store," you started, shrugging your good shoulder as best as you could.

"I thought I was just gonna pop in, flash my powers a little, and watch them scram. I never thought-" you winced slightly as you accidentally jostled your arm.

"Ow- they'd have the guts to pull the trigger."

"This area isn't like the city. They don't care whether or not you're a radiant- they're unafraid to shoot when you give them the opportunity. You were briefed on that before we came out here."

"I know, but-"

"And going out on your own in the first place. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"I mean, now I do-"

"You're lucky I came back from patrol when I did," he grumbled.

"I don't want to think about what would've happened if I didn't hear the gun go off."

The strain in his voice was palpable. He was just worried at the end of the day, you knew that. But he was always like this when you went off by yourself, even if you didn’t wind up hurt.

He never got this way with the other agents when they did their own thing. Not if Viper left on her own to follow a lead. Not if Raze slipped out to buy some more components to fix her boom bot. Not even if Breach decided on a whim to spend the evening in a marketplace, browsing its selection of dried herbs and chatting with local artisans to collect intel.

You had to admit, you could be a little reckless at times. But you weren't entirely sure why Sova made it his personal mission to try to keep that in check.

'I am the hunter', ha. More like 'I am the mother bear'.

Another giggle bubbled up in your chest.

"It's not funny," he said, his tone flat.

His hold on you shifted slightly as the two of you rounded a corner, the hand on your hip tightening as your feet stumbled slightly on the icy ground.

You let out a sigh.

"I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're gonna bring this up whenever I try to go solo on something. Aren't you?"

He spared a glance down at you, a slight frown growing on his face, but he didn't respond. It was all the confirmation you needed.

"I'm perfectly capable of doing things on my own. Just so you know."

"You've proven that quite well this evening," he replied dryly. You rolled your eyes.

He’s at it already.

“I'm talking about in general, like the time I found that guy snooping around our pickup point."

"You really should've told someone you were going there on your own-"

"Or when I defused the spike alone on B site while the mirror agents were keeping the rest of you guys distracted on A."

"You were very lucky there was only one hostile you had to deal with-"

"Or when you got knocked out during our mission together and I had to secure the location by myself."

"I-" he faltered. You knew that was a point he couldn't as easily dismiss, so you dug in a little further.

"Weren't you the one who talked Brimstone into letting you go with me, anyway? It was supposed to be an individual mission to begin with and- well, it kind of stayed that way, didn't it?"

Sova didn't immediately respond. You could see his jaw working, but that was about it. You were waiting for him to finally admit it. To admit that he didn't think you were as strong as the other agents, or as quick, or as trustworthy of responsibility. You were bracing yourself for a low blow, yet found yourself taken aback by the next words that came out of his mouth.

"I just... I like making sure you're okay."

You fell silent, instead focusing on trying to wiggle the fingers of your bad arm as the two of you continued your slow trek forward. Was this a kinder way of telling you the truth? A subtle bite at your tendency to act more spontaneously? You weren't quite sure. As if he could hear the cogs turn, Sova finally let himself look at you.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Not entirely. I'm just trying to figure out... what exactly you mean by that."

There was an amused expression on his face as he adjusted his cloak so part of it draped across you. As soon as his arm lowered, a particularly strong breeze picked up.

"I meant what I said."

"Okay but is it because you feel like I need someone to watch over me?" You started, silently relishing the warmth the thick cloth provided you.

"That I'm not capable or something? It's always kinda sucked that... ugh, I don't know. It feels like you have faith in literally all of the other agents except for me."

"That's not true," he said firmly. You simply scoffed in response.

"I'm being honest. You're... you're very strong, even for a radiant. And you're skilled in combat. I won't deny it because I can't."

"Then why do you treat me so differently?" You asked, exasperated.

"You're always babying me compared to the others. You sit next to me on the carrier whenever possible, you try to get assigned to the same places as me during missions, and you- you take care of me when I’m sick-"

You paused for a moment. Sova suddenly seemed unable to look at you, keeping his gaze firmly fixed forward. You could still catch the reddening of the top of his cheeks.

"You patch me up when I'm hurt, even if you act like a bit of an ass. You make me dinner when I don’t ask... you..."

You trailed off, your mind going blank. You realized there was a pattern there- the puzzle was right in front of you. But given your physical state, it was taking you a bit longer to put the pieces in place. Like Sova could see the gears were turning and knew it was only a matter of time before you figured things out, he let out a soft sigh.

"I'm sorry if that's made you feel inferior, in some way. That- it wasn't my intention. I know I'm stricter on you. It's hard to help myself at times, and you're right, that's not fair to you or your capabilities. I just... I care about you."

He swallowed hard.

"More than I probably should."

There were a million things running through your mind, but your mouth simply wasn’t with the program. It didn’t help that the two of you were so close, that Sova felt so damn warm. It was like you were helplessly blue screening.

The two of you crested a hill and the temporary base came in sight- a small, rundown apartment building. Sage was already making her way down the stairwell, arms wrapped around herself in an attempt to fight the cool weather as she took the steps two at a time. You continued your slow shuffle along, gripping Sova's sleeve tighter than before. He immediately stopped to gauge how you were doing.

"Sorry. Are we moving too quick?"

"No," you said, thankful the word managed to escape your lips. You cracked him a small grin.

"And call me unoriginal, if you want. But... I care about you, too, Sasha.”

You hesitantly met his gaze, his blue eyes piercing into yours.

“Also more than I probably should.”

His cheeks blushed violently- nothing like the light dusting of the pink just moments before. He didn’t scold you about using his real name even though you weren’t at the protocol, which all things considered, was probably a good sign.

All too soon, it seemed, Sage had joined the two of you. Although she was fretting and fussing over your arm, eventually moving to your unoccupied side to help the man bring you inside, he was hardly able to keep up with her flurry of questions. He couldn’t manage to bring himself to tear his gaze away from your face, either, keeping a careful watch on you as you all made your way inside.

#valorant imagines #sova x reader #valorant sova

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