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onefunctioningbraincell · 2 months

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John hated to go on a mission right after a big fight with his girlfriend. She was so young and temperamental, and to make things worse, she was also stubborn as hell. Sure, he wasn’t without fault either, but he was older and wiser, always doing his best to mentor her, teach her how to be more patient. So when he was facing radio silence on her part, he began to lose his calm little by little.

At first he only noticed the rapidly declining amount of his beloved cigars. Then he became irritated, snapping at people for no serious reason. Simon knew what was eating him. He always knew when they were fighting at home, as if he had a sixth sense for this thing. The lieutenant was sneakier than him as he always suggested bypassing his girlfriend and talking straight to her parents.

They loved John. Maybe because they were closer in age compared to her previous boyfriends, or maybe because he was in the military and they knew he would do anything to protect their daughter from harm. Either way, this trick usually worked, and as if he was a lucky charm because it was his idea, Simon had to sit there and listen to the conversation.

“I’ve been trying to reach her, but there’s nothing, she doesn’t even read my messages,” he complained to the couple. His friend gave him a thumbs up then he rolled up his balaclava to his nose before lighting a cigarette. “Have you talked to her? Is she okay?” John pressed on, trying to sound extremely worried.

In reality, he wasn’t worried. He knew she was okay because she was always okay. She was just acting like a brat, a behavioral trait that he would have to correct once he got home. He listened to her parents explain how she had just visited them the day before, and how her mother would immediately call and scold her for making him so worried about her.

“You don’t need to, I’m sure she’ll reach out eventually,” he told them, sounding as relieved as he could.

They said their goodbyes and he tossed the phone on the desk. He looked over at Simon who flashed a Cheshire Cat smile at him before saying, “Told you they would know. They always know,” he added with a laugh.

“I can’t believe this woman. Just because we get into some stupid fight over something as trivial as who will pay for our trip to Italy, she goes no contact with me,” John said before letting out an exasperated sigh and sitting down on his chair.

“What was that fight about exactly? She doesn’t wanna pay?”

A scoff left the captain’s lips. “The opposite. She received a hefty bonus at work and now she wants to pay for the trip,” he told him with a shake of his head.

But Simon only tilted his head to the side as he blew out some smoke. “What’s wrong with that?” the lieutenant asked, genuinely curious about the answer.

John shook his head. “Nothing, I know that, but she should save that money. I always tell her to be reasonable when spending it,” he replied. “I want to take care of her. Am I a bad person for this?”

“No, you’re not.” The captain opened his mouth to say thank you, but Simon was quick to raise a hand and stop him. “But you should let her treat you every now and then. She wants to do something nice for you, John. Don’t take this away from her.”

With a sigh, John picked up his phone and began to type a message in the app you used. When he put it back down, Simon raised an eyebrow in question. “I sent her a text where I admit she was right and I won’t interfere in her plan,” he informed his friend.

“I’m sure she will be very happy to read this.”

She might be happy to win this battle, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to lose the war. He just needed to put a little more effort into the process of making her his pretty little housewife. Once he was done, she would have to do nothing but stay at home and wait for him to go home to her.

Soon after Simon left the office, John’s phone beeped twice. He took a look at the screen and noticed it was a message from her. With a smile on his lips he opened it, only to find a photo of her in nothing but a set of brand new lingerie with a short sentence under it.

I bought this for you. I have something special in mind for the day you come home 🎀❤️

#john price #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #modern warfare #mw2 #mw3 #call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost

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moths-are-better · 1 month

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one time I stockpiled a whole bunch of incorrect quotes and I think I should finally post them

Eva: Why are you on fire? Dally: This is just how my day is going.

Eva: We have to plan, we have to figure something out. Yugo: Eva, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

Eva: How the hell are you still alive? Ruel: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

Adamai : Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

Adamai : What goes up but never comes down? Eva: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

Yugo, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Yugo: Is that a gun?! Amalia : It's not what it looks like! Yugo: It looks like a gun! Amalia : Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore. Yugo: ...ANYMORE?!

Adamai , singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fucking ice Amalia , also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

Adamai : Can I borrow five dollars? Yugo: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back? Adamai : Of course. Adamai : Not directly, but with my love and affection. Yugo: So that’s a no.

Adamai : STOP! *Everyone stops* Adamai : wAiT a MiNuTe-

Cop: What are your names? Yugo: Don't tell them, Amalia . Cop, writing: Amalia ... Yugo: Crap. Amalia : Nice going, Yugo. Cop: Amalia : Uh oh.

Adamai : That's it, I'm cutting off the internet! Yugo: No, please don't! I have a family to feed! Adamai : Adamai : What? Yugo: I need to feed my Neopets!

Ruel: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Dally: You mean glory days? Ruel: Ah, that too.

Yugo: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Amaila: What's that? Yugo: Remorse code. Amaila: I'm even angrier now.

Yugo: Amaila and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Amaila: Sentences. Yugo: Don't interrupt me.

Yugo: What’s up guys? I’m back. Amaila: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Yugo: Death is a social construct.

Amalia : You're violent. Yugo: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Yugo: Amalia and I are no longer dating. Amalia : Yugo, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Yugo: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Amaila: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Yugo: How petty can you get? Amaila: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Chibi: You need a hobby. Yugo: I have a hobby! Chibi: Hitting Quilby isn't a hobby.

Eva: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Dally and I are dating. Dally, Adamai, Amalia , and Yugo: *gasp* Eva: Dally, why are you surprised?!

Amalia : Dally! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Dally: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

Amalia : Dally, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement- Dally: Aww, thanks- Amalia : But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

*Dally is fighting a monster* Adamai: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it! Dally: The power to believe in myself!? Adamai: No, a knife! Stab it!

I have more so I’ll post them eventually

#I’ve had some of these for months #wakfu #ankama #wakfu yugo #yugo wakfu #wakfu amalia #eliatrope council #wakfu s4 #Wakfu incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #wakfu dally #wakfu tristepin #wakfu percedal #wakfu evangelyne #amalia wakfu #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu yugo x amalia #yugo #yugo sheran sharm

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darkesttimelinestuff · 7 months

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"Do you recognize this?"

Day 7 of Fictober! How am I still doing this? Really proud that I've been able to write every day.

I had a lot of fun finding pictures for today's story.

Prompt #7 - "Do you recognize this?"

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Scully had turned her office upside down and inside out looking for her passport. She knew exactly where it was. Where she always kept it. Or, at least where it should have been.

Maybe Mulder had moved it. He sometimes tossed things aside without realizing it. That’s how she had lost her paycheck once, until it turned up at the bottom of some of Mulder’s papers. Neither was quite sure how it had happened, but from then on Scully was certain to keep important documents as far from Mulder’s reach as possible.

“Mulder, are you sure you didn’t touch the things in my desk?” she called across the room.

“I’m sure!” he shouted back defensively. “What business would I have going through your desk?”

“Because I always keep my passport right here,” she said, pointing to a drawer, “and I don’t see it. And if I can’t find it, we can’t go to Mexico tomorrow.”

Mulder stood and crossed the room to her desk. “Let me check,” he offered. “Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?”

She motioned with her hand, giving him permission to look.

“Be my guest, but I doubt you’ll find it. I’ve searched that desk twice,” she insisted, slumping in a nearby chair in frustration.

As Mulder bent over the desk in concentration, Scully checked out his ass. Even in his 50s he had killer buns!

“It’s so unlike you to misplace these things,” he was saying. “I’m a little disappoint…”

And then he stopped.

“What?” she asked, worried that maybe he found her passport but it was damaged or expired.

“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, standing up and examining something she couldn’t quite see.

It looked like a small paper and she suddenly became very self-conscious.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching for his hands, hoping to pry them open.

“Oh, it is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” Mulder said, “and I can’t believe you never showed me!”

“Mulder, what is it?” she demanded, cursing her short stature.

“Do you recognize this?” He held up a photograph.

“Oh, my god,” she said, feeling both embarrassed and defensive about the picture. “I haven't thought about that in a very long time.”

The picture showed a young Dana Katherine Scully on a bed in a black lace push-up bra and panties. She hated that word, but there was no better term for it. They weren’t underwear; that was too plain. No, these were panties. The kind a partner used their teeth to slide down your legs.

This was Dana, not Scully, and she was bold and sensual, rather than pragmatic and sensible. Her smothering eyes said, “come fuck me,” and you couldn’t deny her anything.

“Well,” Mulder said, licking his lips, “this is fucking incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I love this! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.”

“There are,” Scully said hesitantly, “more.”

“I need to see them,” he replied, almost too excited.

“Well, this was back when I first started at the F.B.I.,” she said, searching for the other pictures. “My friend suggested it and I don’t know what possessed me, but it seemed like a good idea.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, not at all! I’m very proud of these pictures. But they’re more for me than anyone else. Ah! Here they are,” she said, handing him the rest of the photos.

The pictures showed a progression of Dana Scully shedding a man’s white button-up shirt, so that she was hugging her lace-clad breasts, posing suggestively on a bed, and, in the last one, looking right into the camera with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her.

“Well, I would be honored if they could also be for me.”

“They aren’t a secret. I just forgot about them,” she admitted. “So much has happened to us.”

“We’ve known each other, what, over twenty years,” Mulder said, “and you never thought to show me these?”

“Twenty-five years.”

“I’m really glad you lost your passport,” Mulder said, studying each and every photo.

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wander-wren · 17 days

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small things to stop doing in your fics

(or any kind of writing, but i live on ao3. we begin with flat-out crimes and then slowly start moving into things that just bug me personally but aren’t wrong)

epithets. if i’ve said it once, i’ve said it a thousand times. you should only be using epithets for characters whose names we do not know. they can also be used VERY rarely to break up the repetition of names/pronouns or to emphasize characters’ relationships/viewpoints, ie “his boyfriend” or “the asshole.”

writing out accents. please stop. you can include a couple of small things, like “somethin’” or “ya” (for “you”), but even keep that to a minimum. specific turns of phrase/references go way farther imo to establish a character’s culture/background/etc. a little goes a long way, and doing it repeatedly can make sentences hard to parse. this also! applies! to children and babytalk! have you ever listened to a child speak? toddlers can enunciate pretty well!

not enough commas. put commas before names and titles. it’s not “Hey John” or “I’m on it captain,” it’s “Hey, John” and “I’m on it, captain.” also, put them after discourse markers/interjections such as “well,” “so,” and “now.” you should be writing “So, how are the kids?” not “So how are the kids?” even if your character is speaking quickly, you still want the commas because of grammar. it can occasionally be acceptable to omit them if you want to indicate extreme excitement/panic/anger/etc, but use it sparingly.

too many commas. i’m a comma fiend like the rest of you so i’m guilty here too, but we gotta at least stop with the comma splices. commas split and independent and dependent clause, meaning that one part of the sentence cannot grammatically stand alone. if all parts are complete sentences on their own, that’s a comma splice. try splitting it into two sentences, using a semicolon, or rewriting. this is usually fine in dialogue, though, that’s just how people talk.

also, using a lot of commas to denote panic is something i used to be HUGELY guilty of and now i hate it. instead of, “I, I, I don’t, I don’t know,” you can try, “I-I…I don’t—I don’t know!” probably not that much punctuation that close together, but for the sake of example. emdashes and ellipses, my beloveds 🫶

roleplay speak. i don’t know what else to succinctly call this? i’m referring to the tendency to be redundant and over-explain, especially in dialogue. it’s a phenomenon i see constantly in rp circles, usually because of post length requirements (and i have little issue with it there, it’s just the culture). things like:

“Surprise!” Adam shouted, popping out from behind the door.

“Oh my god!” Scott screamed, having been completely startled and not expecting Adam to be home yet.

yeah, we can guess that Scott is startled, right? because of the screaming? and clearly if Adam is surprising Scott it stands to reason his presence is unexpected? why are we stating this twice?

i believe this also comes from the mistaken idea that every line of dialogue needs a tag attached, which is….horrible. you can let the dialogue exist on its own sometimes, friends. you can also include an action beat without a tag. like above, i could have just said “Adam popped out from behind the door” and omitted the shouting altogether. we can assume he is being loud because that’s usually how people do surprises. anyway. moving on.

condescending to readers. this isn’t so much about writing as it is author’s notes and the like, and “condescending” may be a strong word, but i’m trying to be succinct. at any rate, please stop telling your audience to not read your fic? “do not read if sensitive to [blank]” or “if you have [disorder] skip this fic!” is a horrible way to trigger warn. people know their own boundaries. tell them what the work actually contains and let them self-select.

i also find “rest stop/check-in” type notes condescending, like “if you are reading this between the hours of 10pm-4am, go to sleep” and “STOP! have you eaten/drank/walked around in the past few hours? go do that!” again, we know ourselves. i’m not your kid, don’t tell me what to do. i don’t mind a polite, casual little “thanks for reading, remember to drink water and take your meds, bye” note, though.

the others in this category? i will straight up not read the fic over that on some days. ESPECIALLY because, in my experience, the people who are most intense about warning for every little thing are the ones with the mildest fics, and that’s not what i’m here for.

complaining about your own wrong tags. this is, admittedly, such a nitpick, and it definitely is more common in certain communities than others. but as longtime followers may know, i’m a bit obsessed with ao3’s tagging system and it drives me BONKERS when people use the wrong tags and follow it with “not actually but there’s no tag for xyz.” here’s the thing: you can still look at all the works that have ANY tag, just the non-canonized ones can’t be filtered on. and the best way to get a tag canonized is, guess what, to USE it! imagine that. also, if you’re using the wrong tag, you’re just going to clog the filter results and get people who don’t actually want to read your fic. just stop.

#writing advice #fanfiction #wren writes #writeblr #this has been in my drafts for a while getting things added to it as i come across them #i think it’s good now #feel free to add your own grievances as long as they’re small #last addition was the commas bc i just dnf’d a fic for having like no commas ever #why is every character talking at warp speed i cant focus #also yes i’m a hypocrite bc you can probably find at least most of these in my fics. ik i have the rp speak one very recently. but thats bc #its a rp turned fic and i’m lazy about editing #i dont mind it in that case i think rp fics are fun its when its clearly Not a rp fic that i get annoyed by it

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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We Almost Forgot Movie Night

Relationship: Steddie x reader

Warnings: None (spoiler free)

Summary: A sort of continuation of the poly relationship headcanons between reader and Steddie, where the boys insist you stop working and just kiss them / give affection, being the needy boys that they are. Lots of fluff and kisses, because it’s what they both deserve. Also Dustin & Max show up for weekly move nights which you did not forget about at all.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT repost or translate my works to any other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username).

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: The Steddie ship is out in the harbor once more. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written them but I really can’t help but love their dynamic. This is probs post season 4 because the boys must be protected at all costs and this was self indulgent on my part. Graphic by @firefly-graphics I hope you enjoy.

“Sweetheart, please. You’ve been writing there for hours,” Eddie pouts, sighing heavily as he rolls up some weed. You grumble in response, pen still scribbling dutifully along the crumbled pages before you. Steve mutters incoherently, caught up at the phone most likely giving some advice to Robin before he slams the receiver down.

“Babe, Eddie is right. You’ve been working on that report all damn day. We need you.” Steve grumbles, falling into Eddie’s lap, causing him to yelp, but he settles when he makes way to stroke Steve’s hair, lost in thought. Steve instantly melts into Eddie, murmuring in contentment.

The briefest of smiles crosses your lips before you’re biting on it again, frustrated at the direction your ideas are going. Your pen cannot keep up with the constant stream of thoughts and ideas filtering through your brain. That’s when you have the briefest thought of crumbling up the work and tossing it, but you get up and stretch your arms, grumbling.

Your frown disappears though when you see both of your boys sprawled out on the couch melded into each other, grasping at each other so tightly. They look so content, so peaceful, without a care in the world for once in their lives. Your heart thumps once, then twice again, skipping a beat, for you love these two idiots with everything you are.

You find yourself curling up against Steve, inhaling his scent, wrapping a leg around him to anchor him to you, one of your hands reaching out to Eddie’s ring-cladded fingers. Soon enough your eyes grow heavy, your breath steadying as you nuzzle Steve, squeezing Eddie's hand before letting your worries drift away.

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"Did you call them?" Dustin clutches his walkie, biking quickly as he can to Eddie and Max’s trailer park.

“Wow genius, you think I didn’t already? I called like five times.” Max’s voice cuts through the static and Dustin rolls his eyes.

“We had this movie night planned for over a week, how the hell would they forget?” Dustin almost shouted, peddling faster, taking another sharp jagged turn, the entrance to the park visible up ahead.

“They might be busy painting each other’s nails,” Max snickers again, “or they could be...” she opens the door, Dustin scowling as he pushes her aside.

“Shut up, Max, I don’t want to hear about what extracurricular activities they are engaging in, ugh!”

“You want to do the honors or should I?” Max unsuccessfully fights off another snicker.

“If it’s bad, I mean really bad with their limbs all tangled, I will warn you and scream, how’s that?” he tosses her a grim unamused sort of smile, stepping further into the trailer, almost yelling, “Okay idiots, time to stop the fun times, it’s movie night!”

The utter silence that meets him is deafening. His pulse races faster, mind racing with all the worst-case scenario possibilities. They had to be alright.

"Dustin? What's wrong?" Max comes up behind him, shutting the door, leaving them both in the cavernous quiet increasing by the moment. The faint glow from a lamp on the side table illuminates a familiar form and still, Dustin doesn't breathe a sigh of relief, yet.

"Holy shit, are they dead...is that?" He creeps closer and Max rolls her eyes, poking Eddie's sleeping form that Steve's wrapped around, with your chest pressing into Steve’s backside.

Max's breathing steadies before she speaks. "They fell asleep Dustin, there's no Demogorgon around."

"Should we wake them?"

"No, Dustin. We're raiding their fridge, warming up pizza, and eating popcorn and candy. You can pick out the movie. It's their loss after all." Max rolled her eyes, reluctantly starting up the oven while Dustin made his way to rifle through the pantry that needs some serious reorganization.

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A crash then a rattle sounds from the kitchen and Eddie tenses, bolting up from the couch, a whine slipping from Steve’s lips. “Uh…guys…?” Eddie’s shoulders tense more as he shakes Steve who clings harder to the blanket, pressing up against you more causing you to stir.

“Eddie…we’re safe you have us…” you mumble quietly, reaching out for him and he crawls over Steve settling into your arms.

A few more minutes pass in silence before another resounding crash is heard and Eddie clings harder and you stroke his back gently, listening hard. Steve only grumbles again, nuzzling up against Eddie fully sandwiching him between the both of you.

Your mind starts to drift a little before another noise rattles through the trailer, causing you to tense up, your brain jolting, finally remembering.

“Shit, Eddie we slept two or three hours past movie night. We gotta get up and call the kids.”

He groans in retaliation, clinging to you harder, until another rattling noise sounds from the kitchen and he wedges out of the comfort of you and Steve.

“Eddieeee…” Steve whines at the loss, but Eddie’s on a mission and you follow close behind, only to bump right into Dustin Henderson who is carrying a bowl of burnt popcorn.

“What the shit!” some of the popcorn flies through the air as Eddie brings Dustin into a bear hug and you snag the popcorn bowl away so no more kernels will fall on the floor.

Eddie snickers, unrelenting in musing Dustin’s hair as he tackles him to the floor. “You’re a total butthead Henderson.”

“I second the notion.” You nibble on some of the popcorn, balking at the taste and a package of candy makes way into your hands.

Max rolls her eyes, offering you a grin. “It’ll taste much better. I also got a pizza in the oven for us.”

“What’s for us?” Steve walks in, bleary eyed and eyes scrunching at the scene in front of him, “who let the kids in? We’re off duty today.”

You roll your eyes, staring fondly at him as he huffs and walks over to you, pulling you into a kiss. You melt into it, groaning when he nibbles it. You can hear Max holding back a sound of disgust as she returns to the kitchen to retrieve the pizza since she couldn’t trust Dustin to not burn it.

“EW Gross what happened to no PDA?” Dustin gasps again. “You agreed on movie nights to not do it.”

Steve groans and rolls his eyes watching as Eddie lifts Dustin off the floor and ruffles his hair affectionately. “How can we repay you for almost missing movie night, butthead?”

“Actually watch the entire movie with Max and I without trying to makeout every five seconds.”

“Hey it’s five minutes.” Steve retorts and Eddie huffs in amusement.

Max strolls in with the pizza and sets it on the coffee table pulling herself off a slice and setting on the floor. “You mean , Dustin, we’re lucky that we can survive it regardless of the crap they do while they’re supposed to pay attention.”

You sigh and take a slice yourself, settling back onto the couch with Steve and Eddie following suit as they sandwich you, dutifully keeping their hands to themselves as Dustin puts the movie in. The beginning credits start to roll and lips are trailing softly along your neck, causing you to bite your pizza hard to suppress a groan.

You were going to be in for a long night.

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@bakerstreethound @zombiesnips-blog @lilythemadqueen @frostandflamesfanfic @ironstrange1991 @starks-hero

#eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #poly relationship #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #steddie x reader #gender neutral reader

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practickles · 18 days

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HarukAiri Tickle Headcanons

Some of these got LONG. Maybe potential fic ideas.

Tickle fights with these two get REAL.

They are both competitive, stubborn and have ridiculously good physical stamina.

Even panting and teary-eyed, they just. keep. going.

Giving up and admitting defeat doesn't even cross their minds until their voices are hoarse and even the slightest touch has them giggly.

Usually they both either claim to win and “agree to disagree” because they don't want to admit how tired they are OR call it a draw and have a rematch a couple hours later.

There is somehow not EVER a decisive winner.

Anyone who didn't know them might find it moderately concerning.

One of the rare soft forms of competition is typically during movie night/any scenario where they’re holding each other on the couch. One of them will be relaxing and idol-ly (ha) stroking the other’s back before she gets the twitch which is all but a declaration of war.The game then begins and is operated on a set of unwritten rules because to write them would mean admitting they exist. They sit there and geeeently trace each other’s back/shoulders until someone giggles and then has to get absolutely WRECKED. Neither of them have ever acknowledged it to the other.

They don't tickle each other often enough to really consider it something significant in their relationship. Just another form of affection.

Airi ends up ler more often than not purely because she just happens to lean more ler. She very rarely actively craves tickles, at least not in the way Haruka does.

Airi also gives KILLER tickle bites. Haruka is very sensitive to mouth tickles on her stomach and Airi is consequently very good at making her girlfriend’s life hard.

*Can* do raspberries but prefers acting like she’s going to and instead nibbles to her heart’s content.

Tickling is one of Airi’s favorite approaches to Haruka’s body image issues, assuming she’s not in the mood to be serious about them.

Airi generally uses tickling as a way to get Haruka out of her own head.

She also does not hesitate to do it in front of other people too, which Haruka finds flustering to no end. Especially in front of Minori and Shizuku who are two separate flavors of “awwwww!”

Minori does it in an adoring “my idol is so cute right now! She should smile like that all the time!” way.

Shizuku is more of a “what a cute moment between my two dear friends!”

Either way Haruka just wants them to stop cooing at her. (no she doesn’t)

When Haruka is in a lee mood, conceptually, asking Airi is no big deal until she’s in front of her. Something about her big eyes and smug look reduce her to absolute rubble.

Airi, of course, NEVER helps fill in the words. Haruka isn’t getting what she wants until she CLEARLY utters the EXACT words.

“Aw, c’mon Haru! You can be clearer than those mumbles! You do it on stage all the time! In fact maybe we should practice your projection right now too…”

She likes to tease as if tickling is just training. “Oh you’re babbling a lot, aren’t you? A good idol can talk through any amount of strain” And then she doubles down, making her tasks downright impossible.

They are complete opposites on the “scary ler” spectrum.

While Airi is more “everything all at once” and goes for worst spots and stays there before switching up out of nowhere, Haruka tends to be more meticulous, taking the time to find out exactly what the best approach is.

They both have a “ler voice”, I'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes they'll switch randomly into a tease-y flirty voice and the other knows they’re done for.

I know I’ve talked about precise ler Haruka on here before so I won’t say more than that but I cannot emphasize enough just how bad that is.

One of my favorite pjsk tkl headcanons EVER is that Airi’s stomach isn’t at all ticklish so people will poke once or twice then give up in favor of somewhere different. The actual death spot, however, is in her belly button. No reaction anywhere else on her stomach EXCEPT for there.

Haruka was the first one to figure this out (including Airi herself) and frequently uses it when Airi’s being grouchy.

Haruka uses a lot of “cheer up” tickles. This basically translates to “Airi please take a deep breath and calm down before I have to tickle you to bits just to see you smile.”

Airi doesn’t feel fear often, preferring to deal with her problems head on instead of running away. Haruka in a full tickle monster mood though? She becomes a COWARD (totally justified) It doesn’t happen often, so a lot of energy gets built up at once and then explodes out all at once.

Sometimes she’s just wound up and fidgety, sometimes Airi needs to be knocked down from her podium, really anything can trigger it and it’s sometimes as much a surprise to Haruka as it is to Airi when it happens.

The primary problem is that Haruka both A: Knows EXACTLY how to get to Airi and B: Knows she can take it.

The fact that Airi lers more is more than made up for in pure intensity.

Haruka also, language-wise, has a scarily good memory and likes to throw Airi’s word right back into her face.

“Look how strong I’ve gotten! It’s not fair unless you get the same training.” “What’s that? I thought a good idol was supposed to talk through anything”

Airi is a screamer and Haruka will never admit the self satisfaction that she feels if she can get silent laughter from her.

Same goes for giggly Airi. Just not something that happens.

I made them both seem super mean throughout most of this and maybe they are… a little bit. But it’s out of love! They’re each confident in each other’s ability to withstand it and both know the other (especially Airi to Haruka) needs to let some fun into their life, even if it has to be forced.

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Ignore the date ignore the date guys just ignore the date ignore th-

#project sekai tickles #tickling #sfw tickling community #airi momoi #haruka kiritani #pjsk tickle hcs #tickle hcs #lee!airi #ler!airi #lee!haruka #ler!haruka #practickles 2.24

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Wilhelm finds the red shirt…

This was supposed to be about Wille finding his shirt in Simon’s room and just like being fluff in general

I’ve literally had this idea in my head since s2 premiered, and been writing since then lmao

It has taken me unbelievably long to write this short piece of fluffy nothingness

TWs: none really? Hints or signs of a panic attack and anxiety, August is mentioned, otherwise I don’t think there’s any

A/N look like this because my mind is weird and it’s fun to comment as I write

Idk what this is but enjoy! :)

Everything in Wille’s mind went blurry the second the cameras were turned off. He registers that the choir behind him has started to move, that the crowd watching him is whispering and not even hiding the looks they’re giving him, that the headmaster seems to be frozen where she’s sitting and that his mom, the queen, is walking towards him with determined steps and an unreadable face.

But he can also see that Boris is smiling at him proudly from where he’s sitting, that August who has stood up from his seat and is now talking to Nils while looking like he just swallowed a lemon, that Felice and Madison are both waving and smiling at him.

He finds comfort in all of these things, but it isn’t quite enough to stop his head from spinning and vision from going blurry. He once again realises his mom is trying to reach him and he starts feeling the panic rise in his chest and he desperately look’s around for a place to hide, run, anything, but everyone is coming closer and there’s so much noise and angry voices and people trying to reach him and he can’t quite see and…

There’s a hand in his. Simon’s hand, his mind helpfully tells him. Simon who is now desperately trying to pull him away from the chaos that is happening around them.

Wille doesn’t quite know how but they end up back in his room. He silently watches as Simon pulls the curtains shut and checks that the door is locked. Twice.

Then Simon turns to Wille. They stare at each other for just a second before they both go “Are you ok?”. Simon lets out a breathy laugh and says “yes, yes” while Wille pulls him close. “Are you ok?” Simon asks again, a bit muffled since his face is now hidden in the crook of Wille’s neck.

Wille thinks for a second. Because no, no he’s not ok. His heart is beating too fast and it still feels like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. But Simon is right here with him and having told everyone the truth doesn’t make him as anxious as it should. “Maybe, I think so” he finally responds.

Wille can feel Simon wrap his arms even tighter around him and he’s pretty sure Simon is smiling against his neck. He can feel his own heartbeat slow down little by little as he breathes in the smell of Simon’s hair.

“We are ok” Simon whispers to him, over and over again. Wille doesn’t know which one of them he is trying to convince, probably both. Either way, it helps.

Why tf are they at Wille’s? The whole point of this was for them to go to Simon’s, I’m getting carried away lol

“I love you” Wille whispers back a couple of minutes later, or maybe an hour, he doesn’t really know. It also doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he can somewhat breathe normally again and that Simon is still hugging him, gently rocking them back and forth.

“I love you too” Simon says, pulling away a little, so that he can look into Wille’s eyes. They both smile.

And then, finally, they kiss. Because after all, they’re just teenagers. Who are a little bit in love. And sometimes a little bit of casually making out is the best way to forget about the rest of the world.

They are rudely interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. It’s Wilhelm’s. He doesn’t want to answer it, he can’t, really, right now.

But he doesn’t have to because Simon slips his hand into Wille’s pocket and grabs his phone. Declines the call and turns it off. Wille doesn’t even get the chance to see who’s calling.

Is this the fluffiest mess if ever written? Maybe

“Do you want to sleep at mine tonight?” Simon asks him after giving the phone back to Wilhelm, now with a determined look on his face.

“Please” Wille answers immediately, without hesitation. He doesn’t really know how that’s supposed to work though, because there’s most likely someone outside of his door just waiting to grab him and take him to the castle, or to his mom, probably to talk, or something.

But somehow they manage to get out, with some help from Felice and Madison. Wilhelm decides to just not look behind him as they hurriedly walk towards the bus station. He focuses on the feeling of Simon’s hand in his and blurs out everything else.

Yes this is me getting through not having written anything for weeks bc I didn’t know how to get them out of there whoops lol

Simon’s mom hugs them both tightly as soon as they walk inside the door and once again Wilhelm feels like he can breathe a tiny bit more freely.

After greeting Linda they head off to Simon’s room, where they once again make sure the window is locked and the curtains shut.

Is that even the right way to say that lol

He looks around for a bit, touches stuff that has been added since he was there last. He and Simon talk, mostly nonsense, very obviously avoiding the fact that the entire world is probably looking for them right now. But it’s comfortable. Wille feels safer than he has in a long time.

The sit at the end of Simon’s bed. Simon’s fingers are running through Wille’s hair as he rests his head against Simon’s shoulder. For the first time since the the cameras were turned off, Wille can’t feel his pulse racing. Simon tells him as much: “ are you more ok now? It seems better” “I think I am” he answers. He realises that’s true.

There’s a faint thought that he should be worried about something but it’s in the back of his head and it doesn’t seem impossible right now. Not when Simon is right there, feeling so real. His fingers in Wille’s hair is the only thing that seems to make any sense in Wille’s head at the moment.

See what I did there? “All the people are fake… but I like you and that’s not fake…” Simon is real :,)

Simon let’s his hands wander, one stopping on the prince’s chest, right on his heart. “At least your heartbeat is ok again” he mumbles, as he gently scratches at Wille’s shirt in the same spot, seeming to need something to hold on to.

The let their hands wander, talk for a bit, share a couple of innocent kisses, both of them being too exhausted to make them lead to something else.

It’s when Simon’s head, that’s now resting against Wille’s shoulder, start to become heavier, and Wille muffles another yawn with the sleeve of his hoodie, he suggests they go to bed. Simon doesn’t even really know what time it is, or if anyone has tried to reach them, but agrees since they both seem exhausted enough to fall asleep sitting up against the wall.

As Simon leaves to get some stuff for Wille and to say goo night to his mom, Wille gets up from the bed too. He changes into the T-shirt Simon threw at him to wear as pyjamas, and looks around the room again.

Why tf is nothing like, happening lmao

Simon did clearly not make his bed this morning so Wille doesn’t think he’ll mind is he just sits down and rests his eyes for a little while.

Ooooo finally? Maybe

As he moves the pillows around just a bit he sees something red sticking out from underneath one of them. Weird. He pulls out the piece of fabric and is puzzled for a second before he realises. That’s his shirt. The one he thought he lost months ago. In Simon’s bed.

He’s about to start thinking about what that means when Simon comes back. He seems to be in the middle of a sentence when he realises what Wille is doing and as his eyes land on the shirt in Wille’s hands, he freezes completely.

“I-“ he starts. “I was going to give it back…” “I swear!” “I didn’t steal it it was just that…” “I- you- the headmaster-“ Simon’s brain doesn’t seem to be functioning properly.

Wille just giggles: “Hey, it’s ok, I don’t mind, like, at all”. That’s makes Simon unfreeze again and stumble right into Wille, trying to hide his embarrassment in the prince’s shirt.

Said Prince just wraps his arms around Simon, who is very much clinging to him but still refusing to show his face. “I just want to know how you got it” Wille ends up saying.

As they move into bed Simon tells Wille how he got his hands on the shirt and how he completely forgot to give it back.

They forget about it, start talking about other things, kiss a little, talk some more, while they cuddle up under the covers. It’s not until they’re in the dark, just about to fall asleep, bodies tangled together until they can’t really tell where Simon ends and Wille begins, that Wille whispers: “how come the shirt was in your bed though? Under you pillow?” He barely has time to finish the sentence before Simon slaps a hand over the prince’s mouth and groans, while hiding underneath the blanket.

They’ll be ok.

Thank you so much for reading!! Any thoughts on this/feedback is very much appreciated so please leave a comment :)))

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miraculousmultifan · 3 months

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Taylor Swift prompt fest!

Steve / Eddie Shake It Off Season 02 AU - the Halloween Party The most Steve-coded of these Steve-coded lyrics: I go on too many dates But I can't make 'em stay But I keep cruisin' Can't stop, won't stop movin' It's like I got this music in my mind Sayin' it's gonna be alright

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend She's like, "Oh my God!" but I'm just gonna shake And to the fella over there with the hella good hair Won't you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake (yeah)

hiii!! thank you so much for the prompt! i hope you enjoy the fic :D

as a reminder, this is part of my event: stranger things (taylor's version), and you can find the prompt list HERE

i'm also cross-posting this fic (and every other fic from this event) to my ao3, so if you'd prefer to read it there, HERE IS THE LINK

Shake It Off

When Steve stepped out of the bathroom, leaving Nancy to… freshen up, he hadn’t wanted to see Jonathan Byers right after. But nothing ever seemed to go his way after that slimy monster attacked them, did it?

It doesn’t matter. Just shake it off, man.

“Hey, Steve,” Jonathan called to him meekly. “Have you seen Nancy? She invited me, but I haven’t seen her since I got here.”

It’s probably not what you think, Steve. Shake it off.

“She’s in the bathroom by the kitchen. She’s gotten pretty drunk so you should probably drive her home,” Steve replied, deadpan, trying to keep his voice even to avoid making a scene.

Jonathan cocked his head. “You aren’t taking her?”

Trying to think of any other excuse that wasn’t ‘we had a fight and the sight of her right now makes me want to scream,’ Steve replied, “I’ve been drinking too, man. Don’t wanna get a DUI.”

Without another word, they parted ways. As Steve was walking away, he heard Nancy delightedly exclaim, “Jonathan!” His chest clenched, and he attempted to stop the scowl from darkening his face.

Shake. It. Off. Steve!

Although he hadn’t realized he was doing it, Steve made his way to the kitchen to grab another drink. Beer wasn’t really cutting it anymore, but he remembered seeing someone dump vodka into the fruit punch, so he poured himself a hefty cup of the stuff. If he was going to stick around this party, Steve certainly wasn’t going to do it without adding a little artificial fun.

Once he had started feeling the buzz of the alcohol fogging up his brain pleasantly, Steve joined the thrum of people in the living room dancing. The current song was one that Steve couldn’t remember the name of, but he knew that he loved it!

While the kind of dancing everyone else was doing seemed to revolve around nodding their heads, tapping their feet, and just generally trying to look cool, Steve let himself loosen up. It was like he became the center of attention, feeling the music move through him as he matched the beat with his body.

And it was fun! Way more fun than if he decided to go straight home and mope around in his empty house because Nancy didn’t love him.

The thought of Nancy sobered him up a little, though. Now he was at the point where he could hear conversations happening around him.

“I saw Nancy Wheeler leave the party with that loner, Byers. Harrington really can’t make them stay. Imagine losing your girlfriend to the same guy twice.”

“You’d think after dating half of the female student body he’d figure out how to get a girl to like him for more than just a quick fuck.”

Steve tried to lose himself in the music again.

“Harrington really fell off, huh. That weird fucking dance makes him look like a barfing cat.”

“Literally! I can’t believe we all thought he was cool. This is so lame it’s sad.”

For some reason, Steve found himself sinking back into the feeling from before. He was having fun. He was making his own dance up, and it felt great!

Soon, though, the song switched to something with a different beat, and Steve had to find the rhythm again. When he opened his eyes to get a better grip on his bearings though, he was looking directly at Eddie Munson standing in the corner.

He looked unimpressed and generally disinterested, and Steve frowned. It was a really bad look to have someone unhappy at your party. Sure, technically it wasn’t Steve’s party, but as the proclaimed “King of Parties,” he was basically his duty to right this infraction.

Before Steve even realized he was walking, his feet led him straight to Munson, stopping him too close for the average person’s comfort. He started drafting what he was going to say, trying to find the right combination of words that would get Munson to have fun, but instead…

“If you’re here for weed, your Majesty, I’m afraid I’m fresh out of stock for the night,” Munson drawled, watching Steve with guarded eyes.

“What?” Steve blinked once. Then twice. Oh… “Ah, right. Weed.” Ever eloquent, that was where Steve’s mouth decided to shut off.

Munson raised an eyebrow at Steve suspiciously. “If you weren’t looking for weed, why are you standing here?”

“You’re not having fun,” Steve stated. Come on, get to the point, Steve!

Putting on a theatrical face, Munson sing-songed, “What an astute observation, my Lord! Though, I do regret to inform you that this is strictly a business venture. Nobody has fun when they’re conducting business, my Liege.”

All of Munson’s fancy words were kind of fucking up Steve’s ability to get the words he wanted to say out of his brain and into his mouth. “Huh?”

Munson sighed, obviously becoming fed up with Steve's conversation skills. “Did this conversation have a point, or did the braincells I lost while standing here just die for nothing?”

“Come dance with me!” Steve finally suggested.

“I beg your everloving fuck?” Munson answered, his face twisted in several different complicated expressions.

Steve grinned. “You’re not having fun, so come dance with me! I wasn’t having fun a couple minutes ago, and now I feel great!” He paused for a moment and frowned. “Though I guess that could’ve been the vodka…”

Munson pinched the bridge of his nose and grumbled under his breath, seeming just to himself, “Why are you even entertaining this, Eddie? Get a grip!” Then he relaxed his shoulders and looked up, staring at Steve calculatingly as he said, “So let me make sure I got this right. You, Steve Harrington, are inviting me, Eddie Munson, to dance with you in this crowded room full of practically every popular kid in our high school.”

“You know, you have really nice hair,” Steve replied instead. “What conditioner do you use? It looks so soft.”

Squinting at him like he had two heads, Munson finally relented and snarked, “It seems like someone should be chaperoning you right now, so… I guess I can rise to the occasion for once.”

Steve beamed at Eddie and led him deeper into the mass of people so they could be closer to the music. Once he found what he deemed to be the perfect spot, Steve let himself feel the music once again. He wanted to get rid of all that other shit.

The gossipmongers at Hawkins High always start shit at every opportunity. Sometimes the most basic things get circulated through every rumor mill, and Steve had given up trying to plaster on a fake smile and put on a show.

Suddenly, Steve turned to Eddie and said, “Hey, you’re against all that conformist shit, right? Like doing your own thing or something?”

“Yeah, man… I am,” Eddie replied carefully.

Steve smiled, hoping he figured out how to get Eddie to really join him. “That’s what this is. Dancing like an idiot because it’s lame and so fun and I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s… bullshit.”

Eddie hummed, watching Steve appraisingly before his lips quirked up into something a couple of degrees off of affection. “Alright, I think I can get behind that. Wanna pretend like we’re the lead singers of this band performing a sold-out show?”

Brightening considerably, Steve pumped his fist. “Hell yeah!”

Once Steve gave his approval, Eddie whipped out an air guitar and started strumming viciously, his motions not at all synced up to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Steve grinned and picked up his own fake microphone, tilting the stand around like he was Elvis Presley while he headbanged aggressively. Cyndi Lauper was not an artist people would usually headbang to, but it was fun, so Steve was doing it.

Naturally, people started to stand and gawk at their display, but their confused and disgusted looks only seemed to fuel Eddie’s energy. Hey, that’s what Steve had been trying to do! Getting Eddie to join him was definitely the right choice.

Matching Eddie’s enthusiasm, Steve leaned in closer to him to share the microphone as if they were singing a duet. Eddie snorted out a surprised laugh at Steve’s antics, but he still joined in with the charade.

Even when people started whispering around them, Steve didn’t care anymore. Their words slid off of him like water off his back. Plus, Eddie looked like he was having fun too.

Steve was starting to forget why he had been so upset before… Eh, it was probably just some stupid bullshit anyway.

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 11 months

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Bored so list of Warriors AUs I have / I’m making up on the spot

Rainflower/Crookedheart

In this AU, everything in Crookedstar’s Promise is the same up until the fateful re-naming ceremony. The only one that knows what will happen is Hailstar--Rainflower still believes that Stormkit will be renamed.

Instead, Hailstar renames Rainflower without warning in front of everyone, calling her Crookedheart.

Storm feels guilty for it, but eventually grows to accept that none of it was his fault.

Hailstar and Rainflower are also littermates in this AU.

Brightflower raises Brokenstar

Connected to the Crookedheart AU, though it can stand on its own. With the connection, it was discussed at a gathering that custody of kits should be taken away from parents that do not care for them properly.

Because of this, the kits were taken away from Lizardstripe and instead given to Brightflower (can’t remember why her exactly, possibly her choice).

Brokenstar didn’t know that he and Mintkit and Marigoldkit were related, but in this case they are his adoptive younger littermates, and if he still kills them, that makes things even harder for Brightflower--should she believe her daughter or her adoptive son? It’s worse when she finds out the truth.

Pinestar and Rusty

After Pinestar leaves the Clans, he feels really guilty for leaving his family. He finds comfort in Jake and the other neighborhood cats. One of them is named Nutmeg.

Eventually she has a litter, and names one of them Rusty. Hint hint who the father is.

The Void

More an AU of the Dark Forest specifically of this blog, but since I like to think that all characters are canon to the Warriors timeline, might as well add it.

The Dark Forest is actually a sort of purgatory. When evil cats are killed twice / cats die in the Dark Forest, they go to The Void, and endless black territory with nothing but open space. It is so wide, in fact, that the chance of running into someone else is 1 in 1000.

Bluestar Raised Tigerstar

Basically Leopardfoot dies (maybe with her daughters) and Bluestar promises her that she will take care of her remaining son, so she raises him with Whitekit.

I feel that that at least gives some weight to her pain in Tigerstar’s betrayal instead of just she knew him well. He wasn’t even her first or second choice as deputy.

This also leads to further questions. Does he even still try to kill her? If everything in the first series is the same, does he try to kill Bluestar’s bio kits?

Hawkfrost Gene

An AU that Hawkfrost is born mostly white but grows more tabby brown over time. When cats learn who he is the son of, they start to believe that he is Tigerstar attempting to come back through his son... and maybe some try to stop the process, however necessary.

I’ve been told that this gene may not exist (but Warrior logic, woo), but it also may be fever coat!

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Okay, now they REALLY gotta drop the Jacobi duck-related lore 🦆 (and I need to stop holding out hope Blessie will return 😔💔)

(Or my reaction to Wolf359’s Mission Mishap Episodes).

Welcome back dear readers! My schedule has been busy lately, but the Mission Mishap episodes were mercifully short, so I’ve been listening to a few episodes per week and have gathered my reactions here for you all to enjoy.

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

@sophieswundergarten @oflightningandstars @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @herawell @commsroom

Also tagging @lovelyladylavie because I promised I’d tag you way back on this post and forgot (I’m so sorry!) but my reactions are all under the tag so you should be able to find them!

Mission Mishaps: A Little Night Music

"Not fully reading your contract before you sign it...not understanding your job responsibilities, and wanting commander off your back" I love Doug's sponsorships and the dramatic irony 😂 *Cue The Fine Print playing in the background...*

I guess the only actor they could get was Doug. Nice of him to fill us in on what Minkowski and Hera are saying though.

OH MY GOSH.

HIS VOICE.

DR. DR. PROFESSOR DR. PROFESSOR F. EIFFEL 😂

It's so fancy. Mannnyyyy PhDs. Very impressive, Doug.

I'm so happy we got more radio show Doug. I need to hear him do a radio show where all his personalities talk to each other. Being the special guest on the show is Cutter's punishment for all eternity. The Dear Listeners make 5 copies of Doug so he can be all the characters.

"The feeling you'll die miserably..." yikes, broke character for a second there Doug.

"Ah yes...the way the piano notes dance around the...other piano notes...absolutely fantastic piece for when you want to start your day with the paino-y energy" Well said Doug.

Oh boy. Cowboy music. Is this the return of Badass McAwesome? Do I dare to hope?

Ah, well, better luck next time.

His poor toe. I hate when that happens too, Doug.

The...mind eraser?

Don't like how that sounds. Especially after the threats in "Change of Mind".

Better not be foreshadowing.

"This song is a mutant, it's superpower is being catchy. It never leaves."

Okay, THAT better not be foreshadowing.

"Afraid of the plant monster?" I wish we could be, Doug. I wish we could be. 😔🪴

"Worried you'll never get back to Earth to see you're family?" Oh, Doug. 💔

"Bosses you're pretty sure are kind of evil" Kind of is generous Doug.

Yeah...yeah Doug that got very dark there for a bit.

Moral boosting? Oh dear. MUTE 😂 AFTER TWO MINUTES 😂

I love Doug. Poor fellow. I enjoyed the broadcast Doug. They don't appreciate your talents.

Mission Mishaps: The Space You’re In

I love the title’s double meaning.

More of Doug dodging his work I see. A common theme.

“Please stop going off on tangents” I guess Cutter and Pryce didn’t send them up with any ADHD meds. “I’m here for work 😊” Nice cover, Doug. 👍🏻 nailed it.

“I’m gonna get that thing that I forgot”. You do that Doug.

How did I know Doug was gonna break something? 🤣

Specimen incubation period??? BLESSIE????

How dare they tease us with Blessie lore?

Good question Doug. Why IS there a harpoon?

Doug literally has no where to hide. 🤣

Oh right. Space. Why do I see that backfiring?

PFFTTT—- Did she just call him a lizard? 🦎

“It’s beautiful” -> “I hate space” poor Doug. I’m sensing a pattern 🤣

Mission Mishaps: You Want, I Solve Ah Doug stealing coffee from Minkowski. Once again, I sense a pattern.

Wait. A puppy? 🥰🐕‍🦺🐾

“The mean lady who runs this place” really Doug? You did just steal her coffee.

2 tails? Well, twice the wagging, I see that as a win. 🥰

Follow him Doug!

IS ZACH VALENTI DOING THE VOICE OF THE DOG?

AS SMEGOL AND GOLLUM FROM LORD OF THE RINGS?

AND IS DOUG HALLUCINATING FROM THE COFFEE???

The dogs are multiplying? David Bowie is here? Okay Doug is hallucinating for sure.

Ah hello Hilbert.

Why is he treating the manual like it’s the ring? 🤣

Well. That was weird.

Oh, Hilbert. All to get Doug to bond with the manual.

And yet something tells me he still won’t read it. It does sound like he might be cuddling with it at night and killing anyone who tries to take it from him though. Mildly concerning. Mission Mishaps: The Veldt Oh my gosh. The episode description. Eiffel goes into the greenhouse… y’all. I don’t wanna get my hopes up, but…

IS THIS BLESSIE CONTENT???? 🪴

I’m so excited guys. I don’t wanna get my hopes up, I know I shouldn’t, but I need Blessie back!

So Doug is doing his chores again. I sense a pattern.

He does a great Australian accent. Again, I need the aliens to clone Doug just so he can have a show where his different personalities talk to each other. Hm. Oxygen chamber has a lot of passwords. And a lot of weird ways to enter passwords. Which is nice for protecting the air, but not so great when you, you know, desperately need air and only have a few seconds to enter the password.

The binary forms of color? This is so extreme not to mention boring. Not one sign of Blessie. I’ve been bamboozled. And WHY is there a timer? This is so weird.

THAT’S IT?

Well I’m upset. We went to the greenhouse and didn’t see leaf or stem of Blessie. 💔

I’m not giving up hope. If not in the show then in fanfic that plant is coming back.

Mission Mishaps: Lights Out

Another entry from dear Doug. I wonder if Minkowski and Hilbert are gonna have him do something he doesn’t want to and then hijinks ensues and Doug messes something up?

HP Lovecraft, Call of Kuthulu? Oh me too Doug stuff is hard to pronounce.

Doug does a good creepy narrator voice. It’s funny to think of Hera listening to all this. It reminds me of those people on Lovelace’s crew reading stories together.

“Property of Dr….”

DOCTOR WHO? (A good show, but I’m literally asking the question).

Is it that girl on Lovelace’s crew who liked to read? (I’m sorry it’s hard to keep track of their names).

Ah yes, and the star is acting up. As is Doug’s imagination. I’m sure this couldn’t possibly go wrong.

Hilbert. What sample? What escaped?

I’m not getting my hopes up this time. You teased me with Blessie once. I’m not falling for it again. I’ve been burned before.

It just sounds like a little mouse. 🐁

…I hope it’s not one of the spiders… I’m now beginning to realize Doug’s fears…

“It’s small and scurrying”

Is it a mouse?

Doug, it’s probably just a mouse. “It’s staring at me.” Well it’s probably scared too, Doug.

Doug, you better not have killed that poor little mouse.

You killed the maintenance drone Doug? Well that was a wild ride. At first I thought they weren’t gonna go the “Doug messes up a thing Hilbert and Minkowski are doing” route but they always surprise me with their ability to bring it back there. Not that I’m complaining, I’m loving these stories. Mission Mishaps: Cold Turkey More Doug! Wow. 553 days. That’s… that’s a lot.

Thanksgiving? Is this the same Thanksgiving from Hera’s memory? 🦃

Banned from the kitchen? Oh poor, Doug. Was Hilbert not available? I guess he’s Russian so he doesn’t celebrate it. But he can probably cook.

Doug is just like me fr. Don’t ask my partner what happened when I tried to make him food. All you need to know was that I tried my best, and it’s the thought that counts.

Doug is gonna burn this Turkey. I know the actress was probably busy and these are “extra” episodes, but Hera please come online and help him.

Oh gross. Cans of spam? Disgusting.

Right, maybe Hilbert can do something. But on the other hand, Hilbert and Eiffel can make each other worse. And what was that about psychoactive properties? What was Hilbert exposed to?

“Can I give indifference? I have plenty of that.” Yes, Hilbert, you made that very clear.

“Oh well if I have to “come on”.” “Really!” “No.” Hilbert is lowkey hilarious 🤣 “I like pecan pie…maybe thanksgiving is not so terrible.” 🥧

I love how Hilbert sounds like he’s plotting something ominous even when he’s just talking about pie. 🤣

But seriously, why was he in Texas? He never answered that.

“The best way to keep him away from the kitchen was to put you in charge” oh poor Doug. She was right though.

Aw, this is sweet. I like how it connects to what we saw in Hera’s memories too.

Mission Mishaps: No Complaints Aw man, SI-5? What happened to Doug?

First they take Blessie from me then they force me to spent time with his killers.

Well gang, I guess it’s time for the adventures of Whiskey Man and Duck Boy.

Wow. Sitting in a car and brooding in the rain. An action packed adventure if I’ve ever heard one.

Oh wait, are they stalking Maxwell? They said she was from a small town.

“Did you stalk me?” Yes, he did Jacobi. Kepler was acting so creepy at that bar, I’m sorry. What even was that?

“I really hate you sometimes sir. ✨You’re the worst✨” oh Duck Boy you have no idea.

THE DUCK THING? OH NO PLEASE TELL US ABOUT THE DUCK THING.

What video. WHAT VIDEO.

Please tell us why Jacobi is brooding and PLEASE tell us about the duck video.

Jacobi taught him questions only? Wow he really does love to dig his own grave.

Kepler is not your friend Jacobi. If you think he is, you… gosh you really need to meet somebody. Anybody.

All this complaining… Jacobi really is the evil version of Doug sometimes…

What was on Jacobi’s mind? What did Rachel think was on his mind? Oh, his one year recruitment.

Nothing good ever comes out of a mysterious duffel bag. Why does he have all those fireworks?

When your evil boss takes you on a fake stake out and gives you some fireworks to blow up because he knows you crave destruction: 💣🎆🥰🎇🧨😍

I like that they play fireworks sounds as they roll the credits. It’s a nice touch. Mission Mishaps: Happy Holidays Already down to the last one. Time flies when you’re having fun. Oh more SI-5. Hopefully a little less Whiskey Boy, a little more Duck related lore.

Oh no such luck. :(

Geez, Kepler really does love flexing every single bit of power that he has, doesn’t he? Just get to the point already! Why couldn’t he have been the one to go instead of Maxwell?

“Oh no! Not a binary fault in the quartical… um… that’s bad!” Duck Boy stop being funny I don’t want to like you.

Not Kepler’s slow claps… I swear this man is infatuated with the idea of being a super villain.

What are they afraid of?

…

A holiday party?

the evil space corporation has a HOLIDAY PARTY?

For what holiday? Cutter and Pryce clearly hate holidays. They’ve ordered people killed on nearly every holiday we’ve seen! … actually maybe that’s their way of making the holidays their own… and it makes me wonder who they want to kill at this party. Jacobi and Maxwell have a right to be concerned about this.

“We don’t ask questions. We trust that we were given orders for a reason.” THAT ONLY WORKS IF YOU ARE WORKING FOR TRUSTWORTHY PEOPLE. And committing or endorsing murder takes you off the trustworthy list.

The idea of Cutter and Pryce celebrating Christmas disgusts me. Like, physically I have a hard time stomaching it. Christmas is about joy, and love, and goodwill toward mankind. Cutter and his crazy science gf have no place involving themselves in that. Not unless they show some serious remorse and do some serious penance and jail time.

SECRET SANTA EXCHANGE?

What kind of horrifying messed up gifts do people get each other? I hope Jacobi gets a pet duck.

… Maxwell’s mom died? “We all know you don’t talk to your mom” “…my mom just died?” “No Jacobi.” STOP BEING FUNNY.

Compare this to the holiday stuff that happens with the Hephaestus… this has such a creepy undertone. Especially when you imagine the events happening at the same time.

Well, that’s all for the Mission Mishaps. Sorry it took me so long guys, but I love and appreciate your patience. Excited to finish the rest of the series and hopefully I’ll have more for you soon!

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Head in the clouds

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Warnings: None. Movie events happening out of sequence for the sake of the story. I guess you could say they break the ice in this one. I’m so funny 😭

The past was supposed to stay in the past, but with Goose and Maverick getting into Top Gun, it would seem that it’s repeating itself. No matter what you do, you can never escape Tom Kazansky.

Word count: 3.4k

Chapter Seven - Volleyball

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Goose and Maverick had just parted ways in the hall. Mav had gone after Charlie, so Goose left him to it. He was on his way to go take a break by himself for a while, but he is stopped by Slider halfway to his destination.

“Hey, Mother Goose, you got a minute?”

“Uh, sure. I can talk,” he shrugs.

Slider nods once and leads him into one of the empty rooms along the hall. The door remains open a crack, so Goose isn’t worried about this being some interrogation or anything. His mind could run wild sometimes. Slider seats himself upon one of the desks in there, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I saw Maverick last night.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he was with someone. Ice was there too. He saw them.”

Goose already knew where this was going. Maverick had called him twice last night. Once at the bar to tell him you were safe and sound. Then again later in the evening to confirm he had taken you home and you were still alright. He mentioned Ice being there and that the two of you had talked.

“Right...”

“Look, Ice is my pilot and my friend. He’s clearly still hung up on them and I just want to see him happy,” Slider confesses.

“I just want to see them happy too, but they’re not. Not really. They keep saying they are, but I see it,” Goose sighs.

“So, help a brother out.”

“What do you have in mind?” Goose asks, wondering what was happening right now.

“Volleyball match. Tonight. Bring your friend, your family, everyone. Friendly game as far as we are concerned. Let Kazansky and Mitchell fight it out if they want to. Ice like the competition. No way he’d go easy with them watching,” Slider grins.

“You really think that’s going to work?” Goose almost scoffs.

“Oh, it will. Then we just them do the talking after. He will want to talk to them.”

Goose nibbles his lip as he thinks about it. He wouldn’t want to set you up like that, but at the same time, why not? Worst case scenario, you throw the ball at Tom’s head.

“Deal.”

The two RIO’s shake on it. They grin at one another and then leave. No one is any the wiser that the two of them had talked. Sure, you’ll probably kill Goose if you ever find out he was setting you up, but he could deal with that.

Maverick and Goose meet up again later. Pete throws a smile over his shoulder as Charlie heads in the other direction, also smiling to herself. Goose just shakes his head at his friend, wondering what they even did in the 30 minutes they were gone.

“You’re behaving right?” Goose grins.

“Trying to,” Mav replies.

Goose gives Mav a pat on the shoulder.

“Hey, listen, I’ve been thinking,” Mav says, turning all his attention to his RIO.

“Uh oh.”

“Shush. I told you about last night, right?”

“You did,” Goose confirms.

“So, we only have a few more weeks before we graduate. Meaning Ice and Y/N have a limited time to settle this thing between them.”

“Mav, what are you thinking?” Goose asks.

“I’m thinking of playing wingman.”

Goose looks around them both quickly. Was Mitchell thinking the same thing as Slider?

“Setting them up?” Goose asks.

“Sure. The man may be my rival, but I can see when he’s whipped for someone. The one that got away. Worst case scenario they walk away hating one another, but the two outcomes we can hope for is they forgive and forget, or they realise no one else is ever going to compare and they get back together.”

“Funny you should say that...”

Mav looks at Goose with curiosity.

“I just spoke with Slider. You up for a game of Volleyball tonight? We invite everyone to come watch. Ice will come if he knows he has to play against you,” Goose grins.

“You and Slider best friends now, huh?” Mav teases.

“What? No! You know you’re the only one for me,” Goose grins.

You’re playing with Bradley when there’s a knock at the door. Carole goes to answer it, throwing a tea towel over her shoulder as she goes. You give Bradley a tickle and he bursts into a fit of giggles. He had been playing with a little train set before you sat down and joined him. The train had been long forgotten in favour of him having your attention for a while.

You look up when someone enters the house. It’s Charlie.

“Oh hey Charlie,” you smile up at her. “What brings you here?”

“Maverick mentioned they were all going down to the beach to play volleyball. Everyone’s invited. Asked if I would come and invite you guys too.”

You look up at Carole.

“We could go,” you suggest.

“Sounds like fun to me. Let me get the little man ready then,” she says, coming over to pick up her son. You smile and get up from the floor too, moving over to Charlie.

“Mav has you running errands for him now?” You laugh.

Charlie smiles, “I was happy to come by. They’re all heading straight there.”

“All?” You ask.

Charlie nods. “I think all the aviators are going.”

“Oh...”

She tilts her head to the side. “Something wrong?”

“No... It’s fine.” You offer her a smile, but it’s not too convincing. You shrug it off. Just because they’re all going to be there doesn’t mean you’ll have to talk to him or anything. You’re going for your boys, and that’s it.

With Bradley on her hip, Carole comes back ready to go. You follow both ladies out, letting Carole lock up, and you get in Charlie’s car. The drive to the beach is quiet.

Mav leans against a table, arms crossed, aviators on his face. He’s watching Ice who is taking to Slider on the other side of the court. Goose is adjusting his shoe right next to Mav.

“This is such a dumb idea,” Mav mutters.

“You thought it was good not too long ago,” Goose says, standing up.

“You realise they’ll kill us.”

“We’ll be fine. You know they can’t stay mad at us for long. Though the thought is scary,” Goose sighs. “We’ll just have fun. If he goes to talk to them, we pretend we have zero interest and just leave them to it. They’ll either talk with each other, or they’ll walk away and leave.”

Mav sighs and takes his shirt off, dropping it onto the table. Just as he does, three figures catch his attention. He smiles at Charlie as she leads the three of you into the court. Goose goes straight over to Carole. You stand there awkwardly watching your friends talk to their partners.

Blue eyes watch you from the other side.

Slider watches Ice casually.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Ice says, though he’s clearly distracted. He didn’t know you would be coming down here. He watches as Mav turns to you and gives you a hug. You laugh and dodge him, backing away. Mav is laughing too.

“Are you two losers ready?” Slider asks, shouting to the other team.

Goose turns and stares at Slider.

“Hold your horses.”

Carole and Bradley move first and take a couple off seats off to the side. Charlie smiles at Maverick and follows her. You give Goose a high five as you pass him and join your friends. Ice is watching you the entire time. His gaze only breaks from you when Slider gives him a harsh pat on the shoulder. He turns quickly to meet the eyes of his RIO.

“Eyes on the prize, Ice.”

Strangely, his eyes are on you again after Slider says that.

“Eyes on the prize,” he mutters to himself.

Goose and Maverick are ready to play. Slider strips his shirt off and gets into a ready position. Ice decides to do the same. If they’re going to work up a sweat, he’s going to show it. His shirt joins Slider’s off to the side. He picks up the ball. His eyes cast over to you once more. You’re looking at him. Though when you realise he has turned to look at you too, you turn your head away quickly.

He almost lets his smirk show.

You have Ice on the brain apparently.

Ice serves and the game begins.

Carole gives a big cheer when Goose volleys the ball back over to the other side. Charlie smiles as she watches how quickly Mav moves. Meanwhile you are forcing yourself not to look at the other team. Though Slider’s hollers make you want to look over. He cheers every time they win a round. You keep your eyes focused on Maverick and Goose.

You get quite into it after a while.

Both teams are doing so well. It’s hard to determine who is playing better. You begin to wonder if this is what it’s like in the sky. You had known Ice during his academy days, that’s when you met. You had always known he was a talented pilot. The best there was. Now that he has Maverick to deal with, is Mav good enough to be up there with Ice? You would say so.

They’re both just different from each other.

Goose takes a dive, but he saves the ball. Mav volleys it over the net. Slider hits it back. Goose is on his feet so fast and it goes back over. Ice jumps up and gets it, the ball just narrowly missing Mav’s hands.

You find yourself biting your lip.

Ice is out there looking so cool and collected. His mind is obviously focused on the game. Sweat glistens down his face, down his chest... You force your eyes back up to his face.

You can’t be doing this to yourself.

Mav pushes his shades up his nose and claps his hand. “Let’s go!” You hear him call.

Another round.

Goose and Mav score.

Ice and Slider back up and talk to each other. Mav and Goose nod at one another. You wonder what each team is discussing.

Another round.

Ice leaps up and volleys the ball. You can’t stop yourself from watching. Your eyes follow his every move. You don’t even break when Slider hollers again.

There is a brief moment where Ice’s gaze shifts over to you.

You’re watching. This time you don’t look away.

He can still hold your attention like he used to. Now his ego is boosted. Maybe, just maybe, he can have that talk with you. That’s all he wants. A talk.

Slider brings his attention back to the game. Ice serves again.

You’re not sure how long they’ve been playing. It’s been good while thought. Goose calls for a break. They’re dripping with sweat and they surely need a drink. As Slider agrees to the break, you stand up and head over to the barrier keeping you from the court. You smile as you hold out two bottles of water.

Goose and Mav come over, Goose with a towel around his shoulders.

“Thanks,” Mav smiles at you. You smile back. “You enjoying the view?” He asks.

“Oh yes. How can I not? Watching my two favourite pilots dripping with sweat and running around like mad men. It’s my favourite pass time,” you joke.

“Two? Didn’t realise you fancied Slider too,” Goose says after taking a large gulp of water.

“What? Slider? No. I was talking about you two.”

Maverick smirks. “I was talking about Iceman.”

You instantly glare at him.

“Is it so bad?” Carole asks, looking up at you.

“Yes,” you say.

“He’s looking at you, even now,” she says, smiling at you. You don’t want to, but you have to. You gaze up at Ice and see that she’s speaking the truth. You instantly turn your eyes back to Mav.

“You did this on purpose,” you say.

“Don’t look at me,” Mav holds his hands up in surrender. You turn your eyes to Goose.

“You.”

“Me? No! I agreed to it though.”

“Then who?” You ask.

Goose turns his head to the other side. You look back up. Ice is still watching you, but it’s the huge grin on Slider’s face that give him away. You glare at him before turning back to Goose.

“Can you guys get on with your game before I commit a murder in front of everyone?” You hiss. Mav and Goose just grin as they hand their water bottles back over. You snatch them back and go back to your seat, crossing your arms.

Coming here had been a trap.

Ice watches you still, wondering what that was about. There is something strange about the way everyone else on the court was smiling at each other. He narrows his eyes over at Slider, who just shrugs at him, despite him still grinning.

The game goes on.

It gets quite fierce as it goes on. The competition is really getting going. Ice really wants to win over Maverick. You find yourself leaning forward in your seat. Though you had been mad at the boys for what they had done, you also find yourself intrigued. If anything, Ice has only got better over the years. He’s so agile, so fit. He doesn’t take his eyes off the ball.

Slider and Ice win again, and again, and again.

You don’t know if Mav and Goose are just tired or if they’re throwing the game at this point, but Ice can still keep up. You find yourself unable to look away.

They must have been playing over an hour, maybe even two at this point. You had been sat there for quite some time. Maverick checks his watch and calls for the end of the game. He’s tired and hungry at this point. He returns to the table to grab his shirt. Goose comes over to the barrier where Carole hands him some water this time.

You remain seated as you look across the court. Ice wiping a towel over his face. He lets the towel drop around his neck as he picks up his own water. You can’t look away as he gulps some of it down. Little water trails drip down his chin.

No. No. No!

You stop yourself from biting your lip.

Charlie slides past you and steps down onto the court. Maverick comes over and they start talking. You see her nod her head and she makes her exit. Maverick says something to Goose who pats him on the back. All you get is a wave in your direction as he follows after Charlie. You watch him go. Goose vaults over the barrier and sits with his wife and son.

You sigh as you get up. Might as well walk on the beach for a bit. You avoid looking up at Ice as you exit the volleyball court. You walk over to the beach and take your shoes off. You need to relax and get over yourself.

How can one man affect you so badly? Especially after years of not seeing each other?

Maverick was right. You have it bad for him still, but you’ll never forgive yourself. You were the one that walked away. You would live with that fact.

You don’t get very far when you hear your name being called. You stop and turn.

There he is.

Iceman.

No.

Tom. Tom Kazansky.

You don’t make a move to leave. His eyes seem to hold that power over you. He starts to come closer. You remain standing in the sand. You watch him. He comes to stand in front of you.

His lips part. He goes to say something, but he stops himself. He hesitates. Ice doesn’t hesitate. He tries again. Still nothing.

You turn fully to face him.

“What is it?” You ask. Your voice is calm, soothing. You don’t sound upset with him.

“Can I walk with you?” He asks.

You didn’t expect that.

“Uh, I guess so.”

Ice inwardly smiles to himself. This is progress as far as he was concerned. No cushions being thrown at him, no you kicking him out. You begin to walk and he follows.

“Can we talk?” He asks after a few steps.

“If you want to.”

You don’t want to, but you feel this is inevitable. You’ll have to face him at some point. He seems to be everywhere you go at the moment.

“Listen, I... I don’t hate you for what you did. I could never hate you. I just want to know why.”

You don’t look at him as you walk. Your eyes focus on the sand.

“I... I can’t tell you...”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t Ice.”

He almost hates how his callsign sounds coming from you. There was a time where you would only call him Tom. Iceman was who he was at work. Tom was the man you had fallen in love with.

“Do you hate me?” He asks.

You stop walking.

He stops too.

You clench the hand holding your shoes. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. The answer was easy, but could you tell him? What would telling him do?

“Do you hate me?” He asks again.

You lift your head, eyes set on the ocean.

“No.”

In the corner of your eyes you see him relax. He nods his head softly and his tongue darts across his lip. You shift your eyes more and look at him at last.

“Then I can live that,” he tells you.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you say nothing at all. You start walking again and he follows you again. You don’t say a thing. He wants you to. He wants to know what’s going on in that head of yours.

He says your name.

You take a second, but you look up at him.

“It really is good to see you again.”

You find yourself stopping again. He stops in front of you. He watches you as seem to mull over what you want to say to him. You’re thinking. He waits.

“I told myself I would never see you again. I almost want to curse Top Gun for being the reason you’re standing in front of me right now. I wanted to leave you behind and move on. I also can’t help but think this is the universe giving me a chance to close this book for good, just on better terms. I regret that I ended things by walking away while you were deployed. That was a shit move on my part.”

He furrows his brow as he looks at you.

“You would leave anyway?” He asks.

“Yeah. I just took the coward’s way out.”

“Why? Why did you leave?”

“I cant,” you say.

“No, don’t give me that. Tell me why you left.”

“Ice-”

“Tom.”

“Ice, I can’t. Let it go.”

“How can I let it go? You left without a word. You broke up with me without so much as an explanation. You broke my heart,” he confesses.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You couldn’t cry in front of him.

“Please. I can’t.”

Tom watches you closely. This was clearly something you were struggling with. He needed to know, but he won’t do that to you now. He finally got you to talk to him.

“Alright. Do you want to grab something to eat?”

You shake your head.

“OK, then do you need a ride home?” He asks.

Your eyes briefly glance to the court in the distance. You came with Charlie, but she just left with Maverick. Goose was spending time with his family. You didn’t want to bother them. You sigh realising you don’t have any other way to get back home.

“Yeah.”

For the first time that day Ice smiles. You have to look away. His smile was a sight you had missed. His smile lit up rooms, it made your heart race, your knees weak. He was beautiful when he smiled.

“Come on.”

Tom starts to lead you off the beach. You follow.

When you reach the tarmac again, you make him stop while you put your shoes back on. He smiles softly as he waits for you. When you’re done, you follow him to his car. Before you get the chance to even touch the door, he opens the door for you. You glare at him softly, but Ice doesn’t look the least bit sorry. You get in the car. Ice closes the door and makes his way around, getting in the driver’s seat.

Only the sound of the radio fills the car.

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the-most-sane-hp-fan · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes

just a quick little idea @mintsugarmy

---- *about to marry Lucius* Narcissa: Is this a good idea?

Andromida: Probably not.

Narcissa: Do I care?

Andromida and Bellatrix: No. but you certainly should.

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Sirius ready to kill Peter*

Remus: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

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Harry, looking at his watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted.

Also Harry: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

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out grocery shopping Hermione: takes a free sample twice

Also Hermione: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

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Ron: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

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Filch: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Ron when he and Harry crashed into the womping willow: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Mattheo, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Golden trio: I don’t always go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

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Tom Riddle: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark

Tom Riddle: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Tom Riddle: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No…

Tom Riddle: How about, I don't care for your filthy muggle holidays but here's a card anyways?

Associate:....

Tom Riddle: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Tom Riddle: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Buckbeak: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Fred and George: If history repeats itself, I’m so getting a dinosaur!

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James: Yo is Peter sleeping or dead?

Sirius: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Remus: Yeah, so did I.

Peter: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Professor McGonigal: Can I be frank with you guys?

Hermione: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Ron: Can I still be Ron?

Harry: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Newt and Theseus sitting in jail together

Theseus : So who should we call?

Newt: I’d call Y/n, but I feel safer in jail.

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Newt: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Theseus : You were flirting with Y/n.

Newt: So what? They're my partner.

Theseus : You asked them if they were single.

Newt:

Theseus : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Credence: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Credence: Absolutely not.

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Jacob: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Y/n: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Jacob: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NEWT WITH ME

Theseus , picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Snape: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

James: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Peter: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Sirius: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Remus: My moral code, is that you?

Snape:

Snape: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Tina: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Queenie: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Y/n isn’t

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Tom Riddle: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Harry Potter: I think you mean cards.

Tom Riddle, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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Joining The Superfriends - 3

Her first official day working with the self-proclaimed Superfriends is something she’s never going to forget and she��s already filing it away as one of the best days of her life before she’s even stepped foot into The Tower.

Nobody is in the PI office downstairs when she gets there so she just heads right on up in the elevator only to find the whole team waiting for her upstairs, smiles firmly in place and a box of donuts sat next to a tray of coffees on the table.

“Hey!” Kara calls out to her. “Happy first day, we’ve got breakfast.”

“I don’t think donuts count as breakfast.” A brunette woman quips, sipping on her own coffee.

Kara grabs one of the cups and hands it over to her. “Ignore Nia, she’s just mad because I forgot to ask for an extra pump of vanilla in her latte.”

Nia scowls but meanders over to them. “I guess I should have known better, I had a dream about bad coffee last night so I should have known to stop and get it myself.”

Kara shakes her head at her. “You can be really insufferable, you know that?”

“It’s what I strive to be.” Nia hits Kara with the most earnest look she’s ever seen the younger woman wear and then she focuses on Lena. “Hey, so you must be Lena. I’m Nia, AKA Dreamer.”

Lena can’t help but stand there slack jawed for a few minutes, her mind not fully comprehending the fact that she is standing in a room with a bunch of superheroes, superheroes that she is now going to be working with. She snaps herself out of it just enough to reply, “That’s me, it’s lovely to meet you, I’ve read some articles on the work of Dreamer and I have to say that I’m very impressed.”

And it’s in that instant that Nia becomes utterly obsessed with her, declaring that Lena is her favourite member of the Superfriends. “Ok, so we’re like best friends now and we both agree that you like me better than Kara. Supergirl is boring anyway.”

Lena looks around for help as Nia tries to drag her away and locks eyes with an amused looking Kara so she mouths at her to help her and luckily she does, just not before waiting long enough that she thought she was going to leave her to be kidnapped by an overexcited alien.

“Nia, let her go. There’s some stuff I need to go over with her before she can be released into the wilderness so you can have her then.”

Nia just frowns. “See, this is why I’m better than Kara. She’s going to make you do boring paperwork now.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lena half nods, willing herself to walk back to Kara at a regular speed instead of sprinting like she wants to do.

Her heels clack against the wooden floorboards as she moves back over to Kara, whose attention is split between her and the box of donuts on the table.

She kind of regrets wearing heels and dress pants with a nice shirt, still slightly wrinkled but not noticeable unless you’re looking for it, because while everyone else is dressed nicely, they’ve all gone for a much more casual look.

Checking over her shoulder to make sure that Nia has gone, which thankfully she has, she places herself next to Kara. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“No problem. Nia’s a sweetheart but she’s also a bit of an overexcited puppy at times so it can be overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” Kara shrugs, grabbing the box and lifting the lid to offer one to Lena, which she accepts more out of nerves and because it will give her something to do with her hands, than because she’s actually hungry, although the nasty cheap cereal has long since moved its way through her.

Lena chuckles a little. “She’s a sweetheart that just insulted you…twice.”

“She didn’t tell you that when we started working together she followed me around like a lost puppy for three weeks straight because she couldn’t believe that I’m actually Supergirl. You’ll probably have her attached to your hip for a couple of weeks and then it will die down a little.”

A giggle builds up in her throat that forces its way out. Her cheeks flush because she literally never giggles but she isn’t too upset because it seems to have made Kara smile and her smile is blinding.

Her next sentence is cut off by one of the side doors slamming open and a loud voice cutting across the open space.

“Hey Luthor, I have some questions for you.” Alex strides over, her back straight and shoulders squared.

“Alex do you really have to-“ Kara tries to intervene but Alex isn’t having it.

“You listed your address wrong.” Alex slams a piece of paper down onto the table and Lena quickly recognises it as the form she filled in with all of her details on it.

Lena rereads the section where she wrote her new address with her neatly printed handwriting. “No, that’s right.”

She knows what’s happening. They don’t believe that she would live in such a bad part of town, especially with her family’s wealth, and now she’s going to have to explain to the people she’s working for that she doesn’t have a whole lot of money to her name and that she’s practically broke.

Alex’s eyebrows scrunch together, clearly not believing her. “I told you this was a bad idea, Kara, she’s already lying to us.”

“I’m not lying and I can prove it. I’ll take you there and show you that my key fits in the door if that’s what it takes.” The suggestion falls from her lips before she can fully think it through, so desperate to prove to them that she is actually a good person and that she isn’t lying that she just offered to expose her financial situation to them when as of yet, they don’t really need to know.

Alex and Kara share a look. “That’s really not necessary, Lena. Alex is being too-“

“That would be great, let’s go. I’ll drive.” Alex is already heading for the elevator and Lena starts to shuffle behind her.

Kara stops her with a hand on her arm. “You really don’t have to.”

“It’s probably easier this way. She might hate me a little less if she sees that I have nothing to hide. Would you mind coming too, I hate to admit it but she does scare me a little bit?” Lena keeps her voice low as she talks to Kara, not wanting Alex to overhear.

There wasn’t much point in her asking Kara to come since she was already walking right next to her but she felt the need to ask anyway.

“Of course, I will.” Kara falls into step with her as they head for the elevator, where Alex is standing with her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently.

Alex doesn’t spare either of them a sideward glance, just keeps her eyes trained forward until they are back in the lower office and on their way out of the building. “I parked up the street.”

They trot their way up to the black SUV and all jump in, Kara offers her the passenger seat but she really doesn’t want to be that close to Alex right now, she wasn’t lying when she said that she’s a little but scared of her.

Kara hums along the radio as they drive but there is no talking, just a completely silent trip and it does nothing but exacerbate Lena’s nerves and dread. She’s really about to show Supergirl and a scary red head her sad mattress, pile of books and suitcases of clothes because that’s all there is to find in her place. At least it means that if Alex insists on searching the place it won’t take long.

Alex has to park a couple of blocks away so Lena leads the way this time, Kara half a step behind her and Alex a couple of strides behind.

Lena notices the look that Kara and Alex share as she open the door to a rundown old apartment building and tries to bury down the shame she feels. She knows she shouldn’t be ashamed of this place, this is her building a new life for herself and she should be damn proud of that, it’s hard to feel that way when she sees the judgement of Supergirl herself though.

She takes them further into the building until they are outside her door and slips the key into the lock. “This is me.”

The door unlocks and she opens it a crack to show that the key works, not opening it fully so they can’t see inside.

“Not going to invite us in?” Alex asks, jaw tight.

Kara shakes her head at her sister, sensing that they are really pushing Lena and she doesn’t think she can take much more.

Lena just lifts her head higher and pushes her feelings down, opening the door fully and stepping inside. “If you must. I don’t know what you’re expecting to find, like I said before, I just moved here from Metropolis.”

Kara closes the door behind them as her eyes scan across the room. “You live here?”

“I do. As you can imagine, you don’t walk away from a family like the Luthors and come away with a whole lot, so you’ll have to forgive me for not living in some huge, haunted mansion somewhere like I’m sure you were expecting.” Lena directs her words to Alex, struggling to keep the ice out of her tone and failing.

Alex barely registers it, too busy taking in the tiny apartment and feeling guilty for her attitude to Lena, who is obviously just trying to get by. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“I know you didn’t but I also shouldn’t have had to bring you into my apartment for you to treat me like a human being.” Lena’s voice wobbles but she refuses to cry in front of these people, especially Alex, even though she can feel it building up.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Kara is by her side in an instant, a soothing hand on her arm. “Is there anything we can help with?”

Lena shakes her head. She doesn’t want charity. “I’ll figure it out on my own. It’s easier now I have a job, I’ll be able to get myself some furniture and things when I get my paycheques. I’ll be fine. I’m mostly just looking forward to getting an iron, I hate wearing wrinkly clothes.” She tries to end her sentence on a positive note but can tell that it doesn’t really hit its mark.

“Let us help, I want to.” Kara insists. “I have a spare clothes rail in a closet in my place, it’s a little wobbly but it should make your clothes less wrinkly than being in a suitcase.”

All of Lena’s energy at this point is being pushed towards getting her eyes to cooperate and not leak everywhere. “That- that would be great. Thank you, Kara.”

Alex trains her eyes on the floor, not standing to look at Lena’s quivering lips as she fights back tears. She really messed up this time. “I can help too.”

“No thank you.” Lena wipes away a stray tear that has forced its way free.

“Please, I need to make it up to you and it’s the right thing to do anyway. I have a spare room in my place that I’ve been meaning to turn into an office for months. I was going to donate the furniture in there but you’re welcome to have it, it would actually be giving me a kick up the behind to actually renovate it like I keep meaning to.” Ale rambles out, looking to Kara to help her out.

Lena and Kara make eye contact for a second and when Kara nods, Lena knows that she should swallow her pride and accept it. She can’t hold this against Alex, they have to work together and it would be super awkward if she does. “Ok.”

“Good, let’s go get it.” Alex smiles.

“Actually, I should get back to The Tower. I should really start working and not disappear on my first day.” Lena really just wants to get into that lab and find something to tinker with to get her mind off of this for a while.

Alex nods. “We can do it after work then, that’s no problem. Do you mind if I use your bathroom before we head out though?”

“Go for it.” Lena points to the bathroom, which she didn’t really need to do since it’s the only other door aside from the front door in the place.

“Since you’re already waiting on her anyway, I’m just going to pop out for a few minutes and then I’ll be back.” Kara announces and then Lena gets to see a wonderous sight, she watches as Kara, Supergirl, rips open her shirt in an overdramatic fashion to reveal that glyph that has driven her family mad for so long.

She drinks in the sight with eager eyes, and keeps her eyes pinned on Kara until she is through the window and has taken off into the sky, her clothes left in a messy pile of the floor.

“Show off.” Lena whispers out to nobody in particular.

With Alex in the other room and Kara gone somewhere she didn’t disclose, Lena doesn’t know what to do with herself so she just perches on the edge of her mattress, glad that she made her bed this morning, if only to save what little face she can.

She thinks about the offer she’s gotten from Alex to have her spare furniture and tries to imagine what this place will look like when it doesn’t look so empty. She’s guessing that it will all be bedroom furniture since it’s from Alex’s guest room and it will probably fill out the entire space here because it’s so small.

Who knows though, maybe when she starts getting paid regularly she can move somewhere bigger where she can have a living room too, maybe even a home office again, that would be cool.

“Are you ok?”

Alex’s voice cuts through Lena’s daydream, making her visibly flinch. “You’re quiet.”

“Sorry, ex government agent, it’s hard to lose the habit.” Alex explains, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door.

Lena just shakes her head. “Don’t try to, I imagine it still comes in handy from time to time.”

Alex smiles at that, and Lena is fairly certain that it’s the first genuine smile she’s seen on the grumpy woman’s face.

“It does.” Alex falls quiet for a moment after that before she speaks again. “I just want to say sorry again for forcing my way in here but I’m not going to apologize for not trusting you. I have to keep my sister safe, she may be invincible most of the time but everyone has weaknesses and I will do my darndest to keep her from being exposed to any of those weaknesses.”

Lena looks her over for a few seconds before nodding in approval. “I wish I had a sibling like you, I probably would have turned out better, but I suppose anyone other than Lex would have been better.”

She pushes herself back up to her feet and presses out her pants legs, something that Alex notices and pins back to her earlier statement. “I just want you to know that when we offer help, it doesn’t come with strings attached so you don’t have to be afraid to accept. If you want to borrow my iron then that’s totally fine.”

“No need.” Kara singsongs as she sails back in through the door with a trash bag slung over her shoulder like the Kryptonian version of Santa Claus, a gym bag slung over her other shoulder. “I brought mine, there’s no point in hanging up your clothes if they aren’t already ironed.”

She deposits everything into a pile on the floor then opens the gym bag and starts to empty it out. “Here is my iron, I only did laundry a couple of days ago so as long as you get it back to me before the end of the week then we’re good.”

She hands the iron to Lena with a grin. “As you can see, I also got the clothes rail and some hangers so you can iron your clothes and then hang them straight up. I already told you that it’s wobbly but if you fold up some paper and put it under the back left hand corner it tends to hold steady.”

With her superspeed Kara sets up the rail, which is dismantled since it has been sitting in her closet. Out of the bag she pulls a couple dozen hangers and hooks them onto the rail.

“I may have also grabbed a couple more things while I was home, I hope you don’t mind.” Kara hesitates with her hand in the trash bag now, not sure what Lena’s reaction will be.

Lena’s eyes flit between the rail, the bag and Kara, not used to relying on other people for such basic things as having somewhere to hang her clothes. “I couldn’t possibly accept more, you’ve already done so much.”

“Nonsense.” Kara declares as she exposes something that she brought along, well two things. “You can fill a place with furniture but it isn’t the furniture that makes it a home.”

Lena’s eyes gloss over once again when she sees what she’s being offered. Instead of words she just reaches her arms out to take the items.

The first is a teddy bear, light brown with a soft smile stitched on its face beneath two glass eyes, the second is a painting, a concoction of colours that have been arranged to create a magnificent art piece that mirrors the bright colours of a universe far away, stars littering the background to remind her of how much life there is that she doesn’t even think about because she can’t see it.

“Kara, this is…” She clings the bear to her chest. “Thank you, really, thank you.”

“It’s easy to feel alone when you’re in a new place and relearning how to live, I’ve been there and I got through it with a little help. There was always times when I wanted to be alone but felt lonely when I was, that teddy bear help me a lot, I called him Teddy Eddie, unfortunately he has been sat alone on a shelf for far too long and I think it’s time for him to help someone else.”

Lena looks down at Teddy Eddie with a soft smile and swipes away a stray tear. “Thank you, Kara. I’ll be sure to take good care of him.”

Alex nudges her shoulder. “That bear gives great hugs, he’s helped out more than just Kara.”

Lena thinks that having a teddy bear is a little childish, her mother had hers destroyed when she was just seven, stating that she was too old for such things, so having a bear now for the first time since then, gifted to her by people looking at her with kind eyes and admitting that they too indulge in cuddling a teddy every now and again is healing in a way she didn’t know she needed.

“And the painting is amazing too, It will really make this place feel more welcoming. I can imagine what you thought when you walked in here and saw this place and I can’t say that it would be good.”

Kara tilts her head. “We aren’t judging, Lena. We get that people struggle and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it boosts our egos to be able to help you out so you’re really doing us a favour by living here.”

“Well, I appreciate it either way. I am hoping that this place will be temporary until I build up my savings and figure out how to handle money. I hate to admit that I don’t know much about budgeting, we always had people for that, so this is a learning curve to say the least.” Lena finds herself being honest, finding the company of the Danvers sisters actually quite therapeutic.

Alex takes the paining from her hand and leans it up against the wall beside the clothes rail. “I’ll grab my tool kit later when we get the furniture so we can hang this. I’m kind of mad you got this one, it’s awesome.”

Lena looks at her confused. “What do you mean by ‘this one’?”

“Oh, I paint from time to time, that one is of the Andromeda galaxy, that’s my galaxy.” I have way too many paintings just scattered around my place so thank you for helping me declutter.” Kara looks at the painting fondly. “It is one of my better ones, I have to say.”

“It’s incredible.” Lena breathes out.

The three come to their senses after that and Alex speaks, fishing her keys out of her pocket. “Right, we should head back to the Tower.”

They head for the door but Kara freezes as she passes by the pile of books. “Oh cool, you have A Little Life. Can I borrow it?”

Seeing the excited look on Kara’s face, she’s pretty sure she’d give into anything this woman wants. “Of course.”

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robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle · 1 year

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*Please note the following is a general alert for a user. It is not permission to harass them, nor go bother them. This alert is posted to warn others users that someone is likely a scammer after proof was located showing they have stolen a picture before to pass off as their own. I would like to state that this is to take caution, and be careful if they are asking you to help them and share their post. *

Hi everyone. I wanted to reach out with some disturbing news about something that recently happened to me. A user by the name of @fairyfungirl attempted to scam me by messaging me about paying for money for her homelessness and her daughter’s funeral plot. They were asking for about $3,000 and more.

I try to give most people the benefit of the doubt, but the tumblr rule of thumb generally is that porn bots and scammers will definitely message you, and that you should definitely ignore them. That’s what I was going to do with this.

But then things got weird.

She spammed me constantly, pretended to know me irl, and even claimed we had been mutuals for a long time. The latter two things are not true. What was most disturbing was that she managed to find a side account of mine with zero posts, and began messaging me on that.

I’ve lost many people in my life. I’ve been to twice as many funerals as I have weddings, and I helped plan a family member’s funeral a little over six months ago. In short, I know a lot about this process in my own state, so I decided to do some digging.

She claimed she was from Texas. An average burial plot in Texas is about $3,000, their funeral costs being about 9% higher than the rest of the nation, so that checks out at least. However, what doesn’t check out is her claim that they will remove her daughter’s body from the plot immediately if they can’t pay by a certain date, which of course happened to be tomorrow as of the day she messaged me.

Nowhere in Texan law of burial does it say that a buried person will be removed from the ground if their family cannot pay for the plot. In fact, it is federally illegal in all states, so this claim is of course a lie.

Just as well, while Texas has no federal resources that provide aid for funeral costs, some Texas counties help cover expenses for low-income families. For example, Travis County provides financial assistance to households that have been at or below the Federal Poverty Income Guidelines for at least 30 days. They claimed to be living in a tent so I’m sure that counts.

Texas’s Burial or Cremation Assistance Registry. This organization provides a list of funeral homes and cemeteries that offer low-cost or free funeral solutions. Any physician they went to may also have this information on hand.

I said that I felt sorry for them, but that there was nothing I could do in my own situation for her right now. She continued to spam me until I told her to back off and the messages ended. However, the story does not. This, to me, is the most horrific part of the situation, and downright disgusting.

About two days after this stopped, I was followed by an account called @scammerfairyfungirlproof and they are an account dedicated to informing others of what she was doing. Through this account I discovered she stole funeral pictures from a Black Brazilian family in order to fabricate her story.

I…have no words. Other than that, In short, do not follow an account by the @fairyfungirl name, and most certainly do not give her money.

Once again DO NOT HARASS anyone. I am just as upset, but harassment is not the answer.

#scammers #important #i got scammed

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coloursflyaway · 7 months

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Perfect Space

Pairing: Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.600

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Taking it slow is a good idea, Ed is sure of it. After all, Stede is right, he can see it now – they are both prone to flights of fancy, to whims, although Ed can feel himself starting to hate that word. Too loaded, too full of We can escape to China and Let’s be together for the rest of our lives and I’ve only known you for a few months and yet I love you so much I don’t dare speak it out loud, and far too full of sitting on a beach, waiting, and feeling his heart slowly crumble.

So, taking it slow is a good idea, a sensible, reasonable idea that might save them both from another bout of heartbreak. They’ll find their feet around each other once more, fall back into their familiar routine of easy banter and conversations Ed could never have imagined himself having with anyone; they’ll wake up and have breakfast together, spend their days on deck, before retiring to separate quarters. Maybe after a drink Stede insists on calling nightcap, maybe after sharing a kiss or two.

Taking it slow is a good idea, Ed knows it. It’s also really, really hard.

For Stede had kissed him – or had they kissed each other? – in the moonlight, looking beautiful in his wine-red shirt and unkempt curls, had pushed a hand into Ed’s hair in a way that made his scalp tingle, sparks of pleasure rushing down Ed’s spine, and Ed had had to stop him before it got any further than that. Part of his mind had screamed at him back then already, because it had felt so good, and yet, it had been the right choice, because they are taking it slow.

Only that ever since Stede had looked at him and whispered you’ve won as if it was a love confession, Ed’s fingers haven’t stopped longing for his. And ever since they had parted, Stede brushing a fleeting kiss against Ed’s cheek, Ed’s lips have ached in jealousy.

It’s not lust; he knows lust well enough to tell the difference. It’s Stede and the simple fact that Ed wants to be with him, next to him, breathing the same air and sharing the same body heat, just to let Ed know that Stede is really, truly here. That he came back, no matter what parts of the story Ed doesn’t yet know, that despite everything Ed’s mind is hissing to him at night, Stede wants to be here. With him.

Believing it will take some time, Ed knows, but Stede seems willing to give him that, nothing but soft smiles and gentle touches when they are alone, and occasionally, looks so full of affection they make Ed question if he has ever taken a full breath before.

And it is hard, so very hard, to be away from that for even a moment.

Which leads Ed here, lying in the darkness, aching. Metaphorically speaking, of course, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Maybe even harder, because Ed is used to physical pain, maybe more than he should be, but even after months of missing (and hating and longing for and cursing) Stede, he still hasn’t gotten the hang of emotional agony. It feels like someone hollowed out his chest, his ribs in danger of collapsing into the void, and Ed knows that even one touch would make it better, one of those easy smiles Stede shoots him across the ship sometimes. A brush of his hand, an anecdote about a play Stede has once seen back in Barbados, a kiss so quick it’s barely more than the touch of Stede’s lips.

The thought comes unbidden, but once it has, it’s impossible to dismiss it. Maybe Stede is still awake? After all, the other man is so close, and they have only parted half an hour ago, so chances are that Stede is still readying himself for bed in that ridiculous, charming ritual of creams and fine-smelling oils he has. And Ed misses him, which shouldn’t be possible, but maybe Stede’s presence is a depletable stock, something Ed has gone without for so long that he now needs twice, three times as much of it to make up for lost time.

In the end, getting up isn’t a conscious decision, but just something that happens between one breath and the next.

With every motion, the bell around his neck chimes softly, and Ed knows that he should hate it, just like he should hate the sackcloth, but it was Stede that put it there with gentle hands, fingertips brushing against Ed’s skin as he fastened the little clasp. Afterwards, he had smoothed it down as if the leather strap could wrinkle, and had smiled at Ed with eyes as bright as the sun and twice as warm.

So, instead of hating it, Ed touches the collar and smiles, because it feels like more than just a precaution for the sake of the crew; it feels like a way to belong.

The air, when he steps outside, is cold and humid, making Ed shiver although the trip to Stede’s cabin is hardly more than a few steps. Even more so when he reaches it and stands there for a moment or two, unsure if he should knock or not. It’s a difficult thing to explain after all, why he is here again after they have just parted. Still, the need to see Stede wins out.

Before he can change his mind, Ed knocks and Stede answers within the time it takes Ed to take a single breath; he can’t have been waiting, or hoping, for Ed to come, but it still makes his insides flutter. Most likely, Stede would have reacted the same way for any of his crewmembers, but Ed allows his hopeful, hopeless mind to convince him that Stede recognised the sound of his knuckles on the door.

“Ed!”, he is greeted once he has entered, “Is anything wrong?” Stede is standing in the middle of the room, clad in a robe Ed couldn’t bring himself to get rid of, his skin pink and clean and shining with a lotion Ed can smell in the air. He looks soft and familiar and it’s as if Ed can breathe for the first time since they retired to their separate quarters.

“No, nothing’s wrong”, he answers and it feels like he is saying too much between the words, feels like a confession. His fingers worry at the sackcloth covering his arms, but Stede smiles at him and it’s just so right to be here. “I just. I wanted to see you.”

The smile on Stede’s lips widens, grows sweeter, and Ed is struck by the thought that this shouldn’t be so easy. After what they have put each other through, they shouldn’t be able to just stand here and look at each other, nothing in the air between them but affection, and yet, here they are. Because everything has always been easy with Stede, like this is what they had always been meant to do.

“That’s nice”, Stede answers, and takes a step, then two, closer. “Do you want to… talk? I’m sure I can think of another story or two.” Ed simply nods; he’d take anything Stede was willing to give.

For a moment, neither of them moves, but then Stede takes Ed’s hand so gently it’s like the touch is a term of endearment by itself, and leads Ed over to the bed. There isn’t much other furniture left, so it makes sense, but that doesn’t change Ed from imagining what else the gesture could mean for one beautiful, exhilarating, terrifying second.

Now, however, they simply sit down next to each other, knees knocking, their intertwined hands resting between both their thighs. It’s the calmest Ed has felt in a long, long time.

“You know, I’m glad you came”, Stede starts, his thumb brushing across Ed’s knuckles like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is. “I know it probably sounds rather silly, but I almost missed you a little.” A hint of red is dusting his cheeks, making Ed ache inside; he nods and grips Stede’s hand tighter. “Me too”, he admits. “’s why I’m here.”

The words make Stede smile and Ed would confess to a thousand crimes to see it happen again, would commit them too; maybe would even lay his heart bare for Stede to inspect, letting him prod at the mess of hopes and wishes and Ed’s deepest, darkest fears until he was satisfied

“It’s strange, but I don’t want to let you out of my sight, even if it’s just for a few minutes”, Stede continues, the blush on his cheeks deepening, while his thumb continues its gentle ministrations. “And it probably also doesn’t count as taking it slow. So. Sorry for that.” A self-conscious chuckle, a tilt of his head, and Ed loves him to the point where his chest seems too small for his swollen, devoted, desperate heart.

“No, that’s fine”, he mumbles, looking away from Stede for a moment before realising that he’d rather have the other see any expression on his face than miss one on Stede’s. “We get to decide what slow is, right? It feels slow enough to me. Wouldn’t want to go too slow either, after all.” He shoots Stede a quick smile.

“Of course. We’re pirates, we can’t go too slow, otherwise the law might catch up on us.” It makes no sense, but Ed laughs anyway, which makes Stede chuckle too; and what a wonder it is that they can joke like this, ignoring that just that happened once before.

Instead of an answer, silence stretches between them for a few, comfortable moments, but it’s not enough for Ed. Because they have talked a lot lately, and yet there is something he has never said. “I’m glad you came back”, he tells Stede, voice quiet because it feels like he has to drag the words from the very depths of his heart, pulling them up his throat and forcing his tongue to speak them out-loud. Not because Stede doesn’t know them already, but because it’s something that he didn’t dare to wish for for so long. “Really glad. I’m- I’m not a good person when you’re not around.”

“I’m glad I’m here, too, but that’s not true.” Pain drips from Stede’s lips as he speaks and it takes Ed a moment to realise why; this isn’t pain because Ed has done something wrong, but on Ed’s behalf instead. Unwarranted, because Ed knows that he’s right, he’s seen the proof with his own eyes, but it touches something within him nonetheless, makes it blossom and bloom in between his ribs. “No matter what you’ve done”, Stede continues, and he looks, sounds like he truly believes it, “it doesn’t make you a bad person. Maybe I haven’t known you as long as Izzy has, but I know you. And you’re lovely. Everything about you is.”

He’s looking straight at Ed, hazel eyes steady and calm, and Ed loves him even more for how resolutely wrong he is. For how naive he can be, how optimistic, for how much Stede wants to believe in him. In this. It makes it so much easier for Ed to believe, too.

“Agree to disagree?”, Ed offers, because he doesn’t want a discussion, doesn’t want a fight, just wants to sit here with Stede and enjoy that they are breathing the same air. But Stede shakes his head, even if he does it with a gentle, sad smile.

“I’ll never agree to that, Ed”, he explains, “to any version of it. You’re too important to me for that. But it’s okay, I’ll stay here until I’ve convinced you otherwise. And then some.”

Briefly, Ed considers arguing after all – Stede won’t convince him, how could he? – but there is no point in it, not when Ed knows full well how stubborn both of them are. So, instead he focusses on something else, something that fills his heart with hope he might not deserve, with affection he has tried too long to deny. “You’ll stay?”, he asks, just to hear Stede confirm it. “For how long?”

“Until you don’t want me here any longer. Forever, if you’ll let me.” Not a second of hesitation, no tremble in Stede’s voice, no sign of anything but conviction in his words, and Ed’s heart sings with it. Good, he wants to say, you’ll never leave again, then, because I can’t imagine a life in which I don’t want you next to me, but his body is faster than his brain ever could be.

Without thinking, Ed pulls Stede closer with the hand he is already holding, reaching out with the second to cradle Stede’s cheek in his palm. The other’s eyes are wide with surprise, but still so full of love that Ed can’t do anything but kiss him, no matter how slow they are taking it.

Stede’s lips are soft against his, part easily, and Ed kisses the love he cannot speak out-loud onto them. A moment passes, but then Stede kisses back, making a sound at the back of his throat that tastes as sweet as nectar, makes Ed shiver as he drinks it down. The other’s second hand comes to rest on Ed’s waist, almost an embrace, and Ed could cry with it, almost does. Because this is where he belongs, he knows it just like he knew it back when he was a boy and stood on the deck of a ship the very first time; this is home.

Eventually they part, but still stay close; Ed’s forehead resting against Stede’s, their breaths mingling between their pink-kissed lips, their fingers still intertwined. There is nowhere Ed would rather be.

“Is this still taking it slow?”, Stede asks after a few moments, laughter tinting his voice bright and happy, and Ed can’t help but smile with him. “Sure. We’re both still wearing clothes after all.”

The answer startles a chuckle out of Stede, his hand on Ed’s waist tightening just a little as he brushes the smallest kiss against Ed’s lips. “I’m glad that you set reasonable expectations”, he mutters, the vibrations sending tingles down Ed’s spine. “But since this is still taking it slow, may I make another suggestion?” Ed nods, unsure if he trusts his voice in this moment.

“I don’t want to let you go again”, Stede confesses, so softly that Ed’s heart aches, his mouth longing to tell Stede he never wants to leave. “Not even for tonight. So, do you maybe want to sleep here? With me? Clothes on and all that, I just want to have you next to me when I fall asleep. And when I wake up again.”

And all the time in between, is what Stede doesn’t say, but Ed hears anyway, echoing in his own mind; he nods so quickly that their noses bump awkwardly, but it doesn’t matter, because he won’t have to leave and tomorrow, when he wakes up and his brain is still too clouded to remember everything, there won’t be those terrifying, torturous seconds in which he isn’t sure what was a dream and what reality. For Stede will be right next to him, sleep-tousled hair and pillow creases etched into his skin.

“Yes”, Ed replies, just to have said it, “I’d love to.” And feels Stede’s smile pressed against his lips a second later.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #ed x stede #edward x stede #set right after s02e05 and that incredible kiss scene

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