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ew-selfish-art · 6 months

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DP x DC AU: Letters and Paper goods are easy to store, and therefore, easy to hide. Danny has drama to monger though.

Tim Drake becomes a ward of Bruce Wayne at the same time the Drake Corporation is crumbling, and his father's health is declining. Dana, his father's physical therapist turned new wife, isn't optimistic these days, and Tim can read the writing on the wall.

Times have changed and Bruce and Dick are treating him with kid gloves. Jason Todd is alive again, been there suffered that. Young Just-Us has proven yet again to be his true family... But Bruce 'welcomes' him home the second the fake uncle is sniffed out.

So, Tim rationalizes, If Drake Corp is going down, then so shall the reason he spent his childhood abandoned. The many, many archeology digs his parents left him for over the years and their many, many stolen historical pieces. Tim is ready and able to get rid of them all.

He first returns the artifacts that have obvious origins to the people with whom they belong. Then it starts to get a little hazy as to where each item stolen is from. The paper goods are the hardest to place.

Years later, Tim has almost completely emptied his parent's old home of their stolen goods. By now, he runs a fortune 500 company and is working as Red Robin. Going through the last of the archives means going through the very last objects his parents ever preferred over his company, and he can't wait to be rid of them.

A glowing green envelope however... this one he feels compelled to keep. He hadn't known it back when he started this project- but somehow his Parents had found objects drenched in the essence of the Lazarus Pits. And it wasn't just one letter, it was dozens and dozens.

Tim Drake knew it would be risky to move them, but he needed to get these letters to an ex-league member to understand what the language of the dead was trying to proclaim.

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Danny hates a fetch quest but apparently Ghost Writer is having a bad day. It starts with Danny running by the guys library to have a chat when all of a sudden, the question of certain... ghost relations... came up. Danny is always more than thrilled to hear about how the various ancient-as-in-old ghosts interacted with the Ancients-as-in-yikes ghosts.

Ghost Writer finally admitted to the monarch in training that if he wanted to know so badly, that he could track down Clockworks old letters. They'd been scattered well before Ghost Writer could properly work on the ghost archives (read: was still alive), and it wasn't until he'd long worked on the library that such affairs were noted as missing.

The potential for gossip was just too good! A call home to Sam, Tuck and Jazz to let them know he was on an adventure, and then Danny flew off with little more than some hints by GW and an annoyed nod of cryptic agreement by CW.

Danny goes about wondering Gotham as himself, not yet seeing the need to be Phantom, when he runs into the very guy he was looking for.

"Hey- you don't happen to have a shit ton of letters written in the language of the dead do you?" Danny smiles as innocently as possible as he watches all seven stages of grief play out on the guy's face. Then something changes and Danny can tell that this guy is like, scary competent.

"I do, however, I was double crossed and a shit ton of assassins are on their way to try and take them."

"Uh... Bummer for them I guess? I'll just take them and go- I don't even really need to keep them if you want em back-"

"Assassins. They won't exactly leave empty handed."

"Huh. Well... Wanna come with? These are supposed to have some pretty juicy drama in them." Danny awkwardly places a hand on the back of his neck.

A knife being thrown in their direction was enough to get this guy to make a decision.

"Let's go spill some tea then."

Danny grins as he pulls the guy through a rapidly drawn portal, ignoring the wide eyes he makes. Turns out his name is Tim, and walking him through afterlife drama is the best- how does he know so many dead assassins??? One of these letters is about a guy who took Tim's spleen??

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loveephia · 1 year

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A FOOL FOR YOU | suna rintarō

sypnosis: suna pranks you on april fools day.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, dynamic is inspired by tohru honda and kyo sohma from fruits basket (i miss them 😞), kinda inspired by "cupid" by fifty fifty.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: yikes. writer's block has been HEAVY on me lately (my way of saying i just didn't have time irl to write). thank you for being patient with me, and enjoy this lil gift!! ;D

"what day is it today?" suna rintarō asks.

you turn your phone on and look at the date. "april first!"

"okay, today is april fools, right? a day where it's okay to joke around?" suna says, putting his walk to a halt. you turn around, confused at the sudden stop. "suna?"

"i like you."

you blink at him. "wait, what—?"

"your eyes are so sparkly that i think i'll go blind from looking for too long. whenever you skip over to greet me every morning, your hair bounces with every step, and i find it so stupidly adorable. your personality is nowhere near mine, yet you stick around and always try to get something out of me."

you're at loss for words, but suna isn't.

he has yet to finish.

"at first, you were very irritating. i thought that you were naïve and a bit of a clutz, which is sorta true," you let out a small "oh" before suna continues. "but you're a hard-working girl. you make an effort every day to keep your friends happy, and you notice the littlest things that upset them." suna leans down, quite close to you.

"you aren't the only one who notices the little things, though." you can't even find a reply, too flustered from the entirety of suna's ramble.

suna's taking in every bit of your expression right now. cheeks and ears burning galore, with a lost little look on your face. just how he wanted.

"hey," he placed a hand on your shoulder, "i hope you remember that it's april fools. so don't take it too seriously."

too.. seriously..

so with a pat goodbye, suna leaves you standing there, absolutely frozen, while he whistles a tune. he practically broke you!

no, you knew suna better than that. you knew he meant every word that fell from his lips.

so with an excited smile, you rush over and catch up to suna, giving him a giant back hug. "that wasn't a very believable prank, suna." you mumbled into his uniform.

suna shrugs half-heartedly, "welp, i tried."

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nexysworld · 1 year

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What about like a Sub-Yandere!Leon?!! Could you do a head cannon or prompt for that? I get traditionally he’s DOM in most of the stories I read but just picturing RE2 Yandere Leon being all subby, like topping from the bottom of that even makes sens??? ;-;;

Okay. Okay. Okay. Ok. I absolutely LOVE this thought. I'm a sucker for Subby RE2 Leon, yandere! even better. Bear with me I've never done one of those headcanon format things before so it might not be very good, but still wanted to try. Can't improve if you don't. Pairings: GN!Reader x Yandere!Leon Warnings: NSFW, Sub Dynamics, Smut, Obsessive/Needy Behavior

When it comes to smut by itself, I think it can be hard to discern Yandere! specific actions, but I definitely think if you crank those things up to 10 in obsessiveness, obnoxiousness, and frequency it can definitely be Yandere!. Here's some of the things that immediately come to mind to me: 🖤Can we say NEEEEEEDDDYY! Obviously he's obsessed with you, so your attention is all for him. "Baby, touch me please." Or "C'mon baby, please let me make you feel good. Wanna make you feel sooo good." Constantly, while he bashes those pretty blues at you, because what else could you be doing that's more important than giving him attention? He'd absolutely guilt-trip and gaslight you until you give in to playing with him, even if it results in some 'funishments' on his end and disruptions to things like your zoom meetings, phone calls, or going out of the house.

🖤 Brats it up for sure, testing those rules. Not supposed to touch himself? Ok. Catch him grinding against you, the couch, a pillow, using your panties, especially using your panties. He'd always make sure to be caught. Technically you didn't say he couldn't, but he knows that's pushing the rules, doesn't matter though since he's got your attention now. "Sorry baby, just missed you so much, couldn't help myself" or "Look how hard I am it hurts, need you."

🖤 Loves praise from you and only you, so he'll happily follow any commands if it means he has your focus. Want him between your legs? Done. Wanna sit on his face? Done. Slow down. Speed up. Done. Done. Edge him until he can't take it anymore? Sure - as long as you're focused on him and telling him how good he's being. If he thinks you're not giving him enough attention, catch him doing something like giving you an extra lick or suck here and there to overstim you back into noticing him. 🖤 Would absolutely make any toys that you use disappear because he's the only toy you need.

🖤 Simply obnoxious around other people, will do all he can to act out and annoy you into leaving with him so it can be just the two of you again. Things like putting your hand on his clothed erection under the dinner table while giving you the cutest pouty look, then whining just enough that you can tell people notice something is going on, but not enough to full on get their attention. Would absolutely bluff about getting worse though to embarrass you until you gave in. (This is if he hadn't found away to stop you from going out in the first place.) And if he's desperate enough, he might not be bluffing.

🖤 I don't think he'd like any kind of mean dom. He needs your undying love and affection so if you were mean to him it would absolutely crush him, or worse, he might think you prefer someone else and who ever that is might disappear - yikes. You could say he was "being bad" and that's why he can't cum yet. But if you said something like "wanna fuck me with that useless cock?" you'd get the saddest face ever. It's not useless, it's literally there for your pleasure!! 🥺

🖤 Not that any punishments really work, but ignoring him is the absolute worst. Ya know how they say if you ignore bad behavior it will stop? Not with Yandere! Leon, that's just begging for him to amp things up. All that tells him is he's not doing enough to get your attention and affections -- he is persistent, you won't win that battle.

🖤 Vocal as hell. You give him pleasure or guide him through touching himself, he's going to be making the best noises you've ever heard. He takes note of this though, if there's ones you react to or seem to like more he will absolutely amp those specific ones up or start with them off the bat to keep your attention. 🖤 LOVES being reminded that he's yours. Because duh of course he is!!! Only he's worthy of being yours!! You don't need anyone else silly, and he means anyone else.

🖤 Despite assuming the Sub! position he's likely still the one in control overall due to how good at manipulating he is - especially since he knows you so well. Not to mention his Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing mantra outside of the bedroom.

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Is It Working For You? Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Welcome back! Just making sure you didn't miss anything Masterlist

Summary: Back at the Hard Deck, Bradley shows off his talents. So what if you're a little jealous, you can handle it, right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+

Length: 3600

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

"Let me get this straight, you don't want to go out with him, but you want to go to the Hard Deck tonight to see if he's there?" Maria asked you as you shared a takeout dinner in your tiny apartment.

"Yes. Why doesn't that make sense to you?"

"Because it's ridiculous."

"So are you coming with me?" You whined, "Please, please, please. I'll look stupid if I go by myself, and Cam has a date with that guy who works for the financial planner."

Exasperated, Maria tilted her head back and reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but all my drinks go on your tab. And you're not allowed to embarrass me."

And that's how you found yourselves crammed into the Hard Deck at 9:30 on Saturday night. You hadn't realized until you got there that an aircraft carrier had arrived into port earlier that evening, and the place was swarming with crew members and their families.

"Holy shit, we'll never get all the way up to the bar to get a drink at this rate!" Maria complained. "Start throwing elbows."

"Sure," you muttered, head on a swivel, looking for Rooster. Maria just kept nudging you closer and closer to the bar where Penny and Jimmy were looking really frazzled. You and she ended up leaving with four beers and four tequila shots, afraid it might be awhile before you made it back for more.

"There's an empty spot on that ledge!" Maria yelled, and you prayed you could make it that far without wearing any of the tequila. Of course said ledge had a perfect view of the dartboard and Rooster, who had seemingly just arrived for the night.

You weren't sure if he had seen you yet. Then it struck you that he was perhaps going to keep avoiding you. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought. Since he had his back turned your way, you took the opportunity to take inventory. Wild Hawaiian shirt? Check. Very touchable curly hair? Check. Jeans that were maybe slightly too tight but did lovely things for his butt? Double check.

"Why can't I meet a nice civilian who has a butt that tight?" you moaned into the beer that Maria handed you. And it wasn't even the beer you usually drank, the same one Bradley preferred as well. It was a weird pilsner and you didn't even really want it.

"You are so transparent in your lust for him, poor Rooster probably can't figure out what he did wrong with you," Maria said as she worked on her own bottle of beer. "I maintain that you deserve to be ignored. And, yes, I know you have your reasons, but you always jump to conclusions. Even Kyle was fun until he wasn't, right? It's never all bad. You never know, you could have a long and happy life with Bradley. A house in the country, some kids, maybe eventually grandkids. He would mow the lawn shirtless, you would bake him pies. A real love story."

You snorted. "Jesus, you sound like my mom."

"Yikes, time for shots then!" You each downed two shots in a row, and it wasn't too long until you started chatting with a friendly sailor and his wife who were next to you at the ledge. You actually managed to lose track of time for a while before checking to see where Bradley had gone.

Over all the noise, you noticed that someone had turned off or unplugged the jukebox. Then you heard the tinkling of piano keys as someone seemed to be warming up to play the old upright piano on the other side of the bar, but there were too many people packed inside for you to see who it was.

That's when you recognized the opening notes to the song. Whoever it was at the piano was playing "Roses" by OutKast. "What the hell?" you whispered, grabbing Maria by the front of her shirt and shaking her. "Can you see who's playing the piano?"

She pulled your hand away and glared at you. Since she had a good couple inches on your height, you hoped she'd be able to see further than you could. "Okay, just chill out! Oh, it's him. It's Rooster."

Not that you really needed the confirmation.

He played through the piano intro of the song a few times as you immediately abandoned Maria and trekked through the crowd with your second beer. By the time you got close enough to actually see him, he was stretching his arms wide before pounding out something else altogether.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain...

Oh Lord, was that his singing voice?

Too much love drives a man insane...

It was raspy perfection. Like bourbon with a sugary bite to it.

You broke my will, but what a thrill...

The other aviators began to crowd around the piano as you inched a bit closer.

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

Rooster had half the bar chanting along to the last line. Then everyone went completely wild, and you gaped at him as he played, clearly in his element as he entertained everyone. His aviator sunglasses were pushed down slightly lower on his nose and he winked at Phoenix, Bob and the others over the frames. His huge hands absolutely flew over the keys with that same elegant movement you'd already gotten used to from him.

As he finished the final notes at full volume, you caught his eye and a genuine smile crossed his face. You joined everyone in applauding him, even bouncing on your toes a bit in your excitement.

You wanted him. So. Badly. Your vision was a little bit all over the place, presumably from the tequila or the lust or both. You wondered if it was too late to get him to take you to that place in Del Mar after all. As you waffled back and forth, trying to decide the safest bet here, you noticed not one but two girls approach him where he was standing next to the piano. The jukebox screeched back to life just as your brain screeched to a full stop.

The girl on the right looked a bit like you, something that was very upsetting for your mind to process. And the other one, well she had her hand on his arm. And both of them were wearing clothing that looked like it was painted on. You glanced down at your boat shoes, ripped jeans and plain cotton tee. When you looked back up, Bradley was saying something that had both girls hooting with laughter.

Oh, you wanted to throw up. In fact, you thought you might.

"Hey, everything okay?" It was Phoenix, cautiously sidling up next to you. You realized you had been standing stricken, motionlessly clutching your beer bottle at chest height for who the hell knew how long.

Apparently you had a front row ticket to a riveting show called 'You Are Insanely Jealous And You Deserve Every Minute Of This', because not even fifteen feet away, Bradley was smiling at both girls.

"No, everything is bad. Very bad," you told Phoenix. "I am so dumb. God, I'm just terrible at this." Yet you were still unable to move.

"Look, I know he likes you. And honestly, he gets a ton of attention from the locals. This is really typical. It doesn't mean anything."

You turned to look at Phoenix, agony clearly written on your face. "He gets a ton of attention from them?"

"I mean, yeah, all the guys do. And Bradley's obviously pretty easy to look at. And he's nice to everyone, well except Bagman. But I think he would really rather have some attention from you, if I'm being honest here."

Your heart pounded harder as Maria came creeping through the crowds to your other side. "There you are! I couldn't find you, and then I ended up getting us some more shots while I was looking for you." She handed you a double shot of tequila and you downed it immediately, wiping your lips with the backs of your fingers.

And then one of the girls had Bradley's phone in her hand, and it looked like she was about to type in her phone number.

"Fuuuuck," you moaned as you handed your empty shot glass and beer bottle to Phoenix on your way to the piano.

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Bradley's eyes stalked your every movement as you approached him. He had watched you knock back a shot and was a little nervous that meant you'd be leaving the bar for the night. Now it was like you were moving in slow motion for him. He noticed every toss of your hair and how your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you walked. The way your tight tee shirt pulled across your chest as you tossed your shoulders back in determination was almost his undoing. You looked just like you had last Saturday night when you spun around on your barstool, ready to put him in his place.

Then suddenly you were a foot in front of him, and he didn't know what to say. He had almost forgotten he had Libby and Charlotte attached to his arms. Or was it Lindsey and Scarlett? He had no idea.

"Hi," you told him in the steadiest voice you could manage.

"Hey, Y/N," Bradley replied, and to his shock he watched you pull his phone out of Libby's grasp and slap it against his chest, never once taking your eyes off his. Then you let your fingers trail down along every single button on the front of his shirt before clasping your hands in front of yourself.

"You can play piano," you told him, as if he was unaware of that particular talent he possessed.

"Yes, I can."

"You didn't play last weekend."

"No. I was too busy talking to you," he said in a matter of fact voice that had you biting your lip for a second.

"You played 'Roses'," you told him quietly.

Bradley nodded slowly as he tucked his phone back into his jeans pocket. "I did."

"Why?"

As he hiked his hands up onto his hips, he realized the other girls had vanished and he was more or less alone with you. "Why do you think?"

You shrugged dramatically. "I don't know, Rooster, probably to torture me?"

A startled laugh escaped him. "You think you're the one being tortured here? That's pretty funny. No, Y/N, I played it because I know you like it. And it's been stuck in my head since yesterday."

"It's been stuck in your head?" you asked, seemingly unsure of what else to say.

Bradley yanked his sunglasses off and let them hang from the top of his shirt. "Yeah, of course it has. It's been playing on repeat in my brain. I also can't stop thinking about that weird green hot sauce in the cafeteria that you like. Or how your car is the shittiest thing I've seen in a long time."

You looked down and fumbled with the hem of your shirt, but you were finally smiling. "It has character," you insisted.

"Sweetheart, please look at me," he muttered, and your eyes instantly snapped up again, pupils blown wide. "You're sending me some serious mixed signals here. I don't know what you want me to do. If you want me to stay away from you, just say so."

"I don't want that."

He sighed deeply. "You want to be just friends?" He watched you shrug in the most noncommittal way. "Because friends don't pull the kind of shit that you just did. You told me not to ask you out, then you sent those two girls packing. What's your deal?"

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You stood before him, speechless. He was not going to let you off the hook easily. You swallowed down the awful feeling in your stomach. Wasn't honesty the best policy? You were so drunk, you weren't sure anymore. "What's my deal? I was incredibly jealous. That's my deal."

You watched Bradley's face for any sign of reaction, but he gave nothing away.

"Why were you jealous?"

"Isn't it obvious?" you muttered, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. Your head was spinning wildly, and you needed to tell Maria that there was no way you'd be able to walk back to your apartment tonight.

"No, Y/N. It is not obvious."

Time to face the music. "Because I like you, that's why. And I'm wildly attracted to you. Jesus, Bradley, how could I not be?"

Bradley shook his head, and it was making you dizzier just watching him. "So many fucking mixed signals," he said under his breath as you took a stumbling step backward. "Are you okay?"

"I think I drank too much," you managed as you tried to take your phone out of your pocket to text Maria. "I don't know where Maria went, but we came here together. I feel awful."

Bradley took you gently by the elbow, and spun you halfway around so you were facing away from him. "She's right over there," he told you, and you tried to look to where he was pointing, his forearm resting on your shoulder. Your head was swimming. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, and his sweet, raspy voice in your ear calmed you down.

"Maria and I can get a Lyft," you told him as you leaned back against his chest. This felt so nice, you wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep. Bradley's hand slid down the side of your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he rubbed you gently through your sleeve.

"Is she your roommate?" he asked, his voice rumbling through his chest and soothing your back.

"Mmhmm, she is."

"I'll drive you both home," he said, wrapping his other arm around your waist and leading you toward Maria on the way to the exit.

"Haven't you been drinking?" you asked as you tried to walk as normal as you could.

"Not a single drink tonight."

"Why not?" you asked with a yawn, desperate to keep him talking. You'd missed his voice over the last few days.

"Because I drank most of a bottle of scotch last night after work in hopes I would be able to fall asleep. I thought my liver deserved a night off."

You didn't remember much more after that, other than Maria taking your hand as you felt the cool night air hit your face. And as Bradley buckled you into his front seat, he whispered, "Please don't barf in my Bronco, Sweetheart," next to your cheek.

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You jolted awake in your bed and sat up quickly. It was sunny in your bedroom and your mouth tasted terrible. "Oh my God, did I throw up in his Bronco?" you croaked to your bedroom walls. Desperate to know what time it was, you gently rolled across your bed to where your phone was charging on the nightstand next to your glasses. Your head was on the verge of imploding, you were certain of that. How much did you drink last night?

You gingerly slid your glasses onto your nose. It was almost 10:00 on Sunday morning, and all of the other details of the previous evening came slowly flooding back to you. Bradley had played the piano for you. Well, he had played for everyone at the Hard Deck, but in some way, you were certain it had been just for you. And he had been sweet enough to drive you and Maria home, even though you were kind of an ass to him.

You suddenly started laughing and had to grip your head to make the throbbing stop. Had you really taken Bradley's phone away from that girl? You did remember slapping him in the chest with it, too. Add that to the list of things you would never do sober.

You had handled the situation like you owned him. And he let you do it. Bradley let you send those girls away without another look in their direction. His attention had firmly been on you. Just you.

A gentle tapping on your door sent your hungover head into a frenzy. "Yeah?" you croaked and a second later Maria's head poked inside. The smell of breakfast cooking made your stomach churn with hunger and something else unpleasant.

"Wow, you look terrible."

"I feel worse," you managed. "How much did I drink?"

"Well, I don't think it was necessarily the quantity so much as the tequila itself. Come on, I made you waffles. You'll feel better after you eat."

After you had two full waffles, some fruit and a lot of coffee in your stomach, you were able to converse like a human.

"Bradley drove us home, and I can barely even remember it. Was he nice to you? Was his car messy? Was he a good driver? Did he use turn signals?"

"Of course, no, pretty good, and yes. Also you'd probably like to know that he carried you inside from his car."

Your eyes went wide. "No!"

Maria nodded as she blew on her mug of coffee. "Yeah, he did. You fell asleep, and he insisted on letting you doze, so he scooped you up like a little baby and carried you to the couch."

"He carried me up three flights of stairs?"

An impressed look settled on Maria's face. "Yes, and let me tell you, your boy wasn't even slightly winded. He looked like he would have happily carried you to Texas if you had told him you wanted to eat BBQ for a midnight snack."

You groaned loudly, a combination of embarrassment over being carried by Bradley and sadness over not being able to remember it.

"Then after he left," Maria continued, "I managed to coax you into the bathroom to get you ready for bed. It was not easy to change you into pajamas or get you to take your contacts out while you fought with me, so you probably owe me lunch. Tequila makes you... difficult. And I've gotta ask, what are you going to do about your Rooster problem? Because if I saw things correctly from the bar, he ditched not one but two other girls as soon as you demanded his attention."

Indeed. What were you going to do about your Rooster problem?

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The glimmer of hope that filled Bradley on Saturday night carried him all the way through Sunday. He ran almost seven miles before he noticed any fatigue, and then he lifted weights for an hour. He felt so good, he even went grocery shopping and stocked the small refrigerator in his barracks room.

You had staked your claim on him. At least it felt that way. You had said you were jealous, and you put your hands on him. And then you snuggled against him, and it had taken every ounce of his self control to keep his lips off your perfect neck. Because now he had a new problem; you had done all of that after you had been drinking.

Bradley needed to get you to talk to him, but he needed to make sure the timing was right. No alcohol, nobody else around, and no bullshit.

Monday did not prove to be the opportune time for that conversation. The entire day was truly a mess. Bradley had blown up at Maverick in front of an entire room of people, the flight training was a mess, and the team was not getting along. You were also nowhere to be found. Bradley must have looked to where Lieutenant Wilson and Lieutenant Harvey were sitting one time too many, because during a break, they had mercy on him and informed him that you were meeting with your superior officers.

"Do you know what it's about?" Bradley asked them.

"I'm assuming it has something to do with the mission. Y/N is the lead comms tech, so she usually gets updated information first," Cam Harvey said. "She's working really hard to make sure you're as safe as possible. We all are."

"Appreciated," Bradley replied with a nod. But by the time he was showered and leaving for the day, he still hadn't seen you. As he rode the elevator down alone, his phone buzzed with a message from Mav.

Beach day tomorrow. Meet by the seaside cliffs at 9 am. Dress for fun.

"What the fuck?" Bradley muttered, wondering what the message possibly had to do with the mission.

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"I need you to implement this into the plan today. I don't know how many more weeks of training we have available before you all get hauled out to that carrier, so this needs to be perfect," Commander Bickel told you as you furiously entered code into the navigation simulation program for the F/A-18 Super Hornets. You had been holed up with him in his office all day. Every tiny bit of new information that was collected needed to be taken into consideration. The mission was too important to miss something and regret it later. Apparently the hillside slopes around the SAMs had initially been miscalculated, and you were currently updating them with satellite imaging.

The fact that Rooster could be there in person made you strive for perfection. Plus, you actually liked your boss. He was fair and friendly and you respected each other.

'Yes, sir. I'll take care of it."

You worked late into the evening before you were dismissed, but on the way out Bickel told you, "You've been invited to a beach day tomorrow, courtesy of Captain Mitchell. Harvey and Wilson, too."

"Sir?"

"Take the day off tomorrow and enjoy yourself."

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bgomtori · 3 months

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10 - again?

09 | masterlist | 11

warnings - slight depictions of nail/ skin picking

notes - i'm so sorry for the slow updates :' i'm drowning in school work and i have a sprained thumb 😢 but i'm trying my best to update this smau asap! along with a bday post for gyu :)

the lunch bell rung, students quickly sprung out of their seats after thanking the teacher, making a beeline towards the cafeteria before it gets too crowded. you slowly walked towards the rooftop, your and beomgyu's secret hideout during any break, however today was definitely not your day

"oh, yn." a familiar voice called your name, you cringed at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. "what do you want hyunjin." turning around to face the slightly taller male.

"yikes how cold. did you receive my note?" hyunjin asked, eyes burning into your soul. you wanted to get out of the situation quickly, but you didn't know how. you were rooted on the ground, unsure of what to do. "yea, why did you leave it in there." you spat, anger coursing through your veins. how is he talking to you so casually after everything he has done?

"isn't it obvious? i missed you, i've realised my mistake yn, you made such a huge impact in my life, i don't know what to do without you. please give me another chance?" hyunjin confessed, his hand placed on his heart, his face looking remorseful. you couldn't trust him, yet it felt genuine. your heart raced, not because you were feeling flustered but more of anxiousness, your mind was blank, unable to process anything hyunjin said. feeling conflicted, you felt tears pricking your eyes, fuck you didn't want to look vulnerable infront of hyunjin.

"yn?" a voice sounded, interrupting your train of thought. you heaved a sigh of relief as you saw beomgyu standing behind hyunjin, holding a plastic bag filled with food he bought for the both of you. beomgyu glared at hyunjin, purposely bumping into his shoulder, before grabbing your hand to guide you up to the rooftop.

as soon as you reached the rooftop, the atmosphere between you and beomgyu was awkward— it was obvious that beomgyu was confused to why hyunjin was talking to you. you started to pick on your nails, a habit of yours whenever you get nervous. beomgyu noticed this and placed your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles.

"don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." beomgyu whispered, his words slightly muffled from the food he still had in his mouth. "you're not mad?" you turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised to see him unfazed.

"why would i? i'm just upset that he's trying to do something on you-" beomgyu swallowed his food, "i'll never be mad at you yn, but all i want you to do is just tell me about anything that's bothering you, i'll help you." beomgyu continued, pulling you closer to him. the warmth of his body making you feel at ease. you knew that you could trust beomgyu, you did, but a part of you was going against it. you had a lot of your mind, only to come back to your sense after beomgyu gave you a soft squeeze on your hand. you looked into beomgyu's worried eyes, licking your lips before telling him what happened after he left you in the morning.

"i think hyunjin might be doing something, i'm not sure, i'll see if he leaves anymore letters after today to confirm it. beomgyu, i'm really scared, what if he's plotting something to break us apart." you rambled, not knowing that you were unintentionally scratching your thigh out of pure nervousness. beomgyu whince at the sight of you involuntarily harming yourself, he took your other hand, carressing it slowly.

"don't worry too much, i'll make sure that he won't and can't do anything to make you feel this way again. i'll try my best to protect you mkay?" beomgyu reassured, tucking the loose strand on hair behind your ear as he cupped your cheeks. you nodded your head, taking small bites out of the bibimbap beomgyu bought to share with you.

you were glad that beomgyu was able to perfectly comfort your with his words amd actions at the same time, you felt so lucky.

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meowmeowriley · 4 months

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Anybody else see that art on Twitter of Soap as an Animal Crossing villager, and then the other art of that Soap sitting on Doom Guy Ghost's shoulder? Anybody else feeling so incredibly normal about it? Anyway. Have this.

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"C'mon uncle John, would it kill you to smile? Pretend you wanna be here?" Soap was doing his best, he really was. He loved his nephew, and when his sister Isla said he couldn't go to the convention because it was too far away and he didn't have an adult, well what are uncles for?! But he hadn't taken into account that 1) he's never been to a cosplay convention and 2) he's seriously out of his depth when it comes to the colorful characters around them. If anyone asked he'd be mortified to admit that he'd spent the better part of his leave following his nephew around, taking pictures of him with characters from various video games and anime. No, he'd be keeping this experience to himself.

"I'm not not enjoying myself." Andrew rolled his eyes. "I just don't know any of the characters. I haven't played a video game in ages, and I've never watched anime." Plenty of other soldiers did watch anime, and there was nothing wrong with that, he'd just never joined in.

Andy snorted. "What was the last game you played, old man?" Soap resented that. He wasn't even thirty yet.

"I dunno, Halo maybe?"

"The original?!"

"Think so." Soap said with a shrug.

"So the year I was born. Got it." Yikes.

Suddenly Andy was excitedly pointing at a large man in green and gray armor, in the middle of a crown. "Oh you have to recognize that guy!" And did he ever. How could anyone not recognize Doom Guy? And he was holding the BFG.

"Ohhhohohoho yeah. I know Doom Guy." John had nearly forgotten how much he'd loved the Doom games as a kid. "And before you say it, those games are old, even for me."

"They redid the games in 2016 and 2020. It's relevant again." Oh. And with that Soap was once again being dragged toward some random person in a costume.

Something this guy was getting right was that he wasn't speaking. He'd nod, wave, aim his gun, but he didn't utter a word. Soap couldn't see a thing through the helmet visor. I wonder if he can even see outta that?

The guy caught sight of them, evidently he could see, and tilted his head while looking down at Soap. "That things pure dead brilliant." He found himself marveling at the BFG in the man's armored hands.

It looked like it was actually made of metal. And it actually glowed! How the man had gotten the green lights to work, he was dying to know. Trying to configure it in his head, he nearly missed when the man held it out slightly for him. "Can I?" He asked, just making sure. Oh he'd kill for something like this in the field. Pure devastation. Doom Guy nodded and John took the gun. Holding it, it was a hell of a lot lighter than he'd imagined. The fuck is this thing made of?

Andy popped up beside him. "Can we get a picture with you mate?" To that, Doom Guy nodded. Maybe Soap would tell people he'd been here, he wanted a picture of him holding this gun hung up at his desk.

Andy backed up, people kindly stayed out of the way as the picture was taken. Doom Guy posed, crossing his arms over his massive chest. Soap held the gun as best he could like he would a rifle. Not aimed at anyone, but ready. "We're good." Andy called. Doom Guy held up his hand to stop him, then stuck out one finger and swirled his hand around. "Huh?" Andy thought for a moment. "Another?" Doom Guy nodded and gave a thumbs up. Really taking his character seriously. Who were they to deny him, this was cool as fuck. Soap readied himself to take the next picture, giving the camera a feral grin, just like the first, when Doom Guy placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down.

"Enjoying the convention Johnny?" Startled at the use of his name that he knew he hadn't given the man, he whipped around, instinctively pointing the gun in his hands at the chest of the other man.

Then it dawned on him. "Ghost?!" He asked incredulously. There's no fucking way.

The man in question began laughing. He reached up and removed his helmet. Shaking his head, Ghost's messy, dark blonde hair flew in every direction.

Unlike Las Almas, he wasn't drenched in sweat, there was no grease paint, and light brown hair was longer and curled slightly. Shit he had freckles. Shit he was cute. Dangerous thoughts, John.

"I didn't think this was your kinda thing, Johnny." Ghost said with a crooked grin that perfectly framed his crooked teeth.

John was no saint. He'd been flirting with Ghost since they met. Secretly really wanted to have sex with him, but he'd only seen the man's face that one time, and now his mind was going a million kilometers an hour trying to take in every inch on display. Thoughts both pure and impure ran through his head, and the only thing that managed to make its way to his mouth was "Where'd you get this thing?" Normally he was a better flirt, but normally he was flirting with the visage of death. Not a pretty man with freckles. Well he was, but not really.

"I made it." Ghost shrugged, armor clacking as his shoulders rose and fell. "Same as the suit. It's all EVA foam and 3D printing."

"You made this?!"

"Yeah? I made my masks too. What, you think I bought those?" Ghost smirked.

Andy had jogged back over. "I took a video, so we could take screenshots." He handed the phone over to Ghost.

"I'm absolutely keeping this, Johnny." He said as he typed in his number and sent the video to himself. Damn, Andy got Ghost's number before he did.

"Johnny?"

"Shut it, Andy." He warned. "We work together. Never in a million years thought I'd see him out here though."

"I go to any convention I can make. It's fun. I have other suits. Isaac Clark from Deadspace, Master Chief from Halo. I like to wear them and make people smile. I don't get to do that often." He seemed lost in thought for a second, face darkening. Just as quickly as it had happened, the expression was gone. "You go to conventions often?"

"First one. But I could be persuaded to go to more." John smiled his best flirty smile. Andy snickered, and earned himself an elbow to the ribs.

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Now I desperately wanna see Soap at a con dressed like Isabelle while holding the super shotgun.

#please someone draw this #please please please #im begging #ghostsoap #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghoap #fanfic #soapghost #text post #convention fic

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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twistedwonderlandobsession · 5 months

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.•♥︎Spilled Tea♥︎•.

Series:Yuu Needs Therapy

Branch: Overblotts

Character: Riddle

Part: 2 of ?

It had been a week since the incident, you had avoided Riddle to the best of your possible abilities, changing the route you take to classes, skipping lunch, not visiting Heartslabyul, all to avoid the Crimson Tyrant. The Housewarden that even hearing of his name sent a wave of terror through your being and made your heart rate skyrocket.

Though you couldn't avoid the Heartslabyul halls forever, after all that was the halls of the residence of your first friends in this strange world. Of course Trey eventually invited you over to try a new cake recipe, and being the pushover or glutton you were either way you couldn't find it within yourself to reject your friends offer.

You slowed yohr stride for a moment, checking the time on your watch to see it was 3:47Pm, w

eighteen minutes before you agreed apon time. Glancing up from tne cheap watch to see you were in the garden, your eyes narrowing in on a chunck of burnt grass that had yet to heal from... a brief memory flashed through you mind as you continued to gaze at the pactj of grass or more accurately the lack thereoff..... Suddenly snaping out of your stupor you glanced down again to the watch on your wrist to see it was 4:12Pm.

Not wishing to delay be there any longer you quickened your pace to reach the doors of Heartslabyul, glancing around take sure the Tyrant you dreaded seeing oh so much was not within range as you waited oh so patiently for Trey do open the door. Picking away at the chipped nail polish on your nails...why was Trey taking so long?

Come on....come on.

.....Ok maybe you weren't waiting so patiently, but right in the middle of your internal monologue the door swang open to Carter Greeting you, Quite loudly.

"YOOOO! Prefect, wassup? Been a minute since I've seen you visiting the dorm. You being blackmailed or summ?"

Taking a small step back so the door wouldn't smack you dead in face, the door narrowly missing your nose and brushing past it. Wincing slightly at the excessive greeting. My poor ears.

"Uhm hey Cater, yea it's a...it's been a minute. And Not that I know of."

Carter grimaced before his face contorted into a akward smile, bringing his hand to to back of his neck.

"Yikes! Sorry prefect."

Chuckling quietly you gave him a small but very pleasant smile to ease his nerves, still continuing to pick away to the nail polish. can we speed this up Speaking with a sarcastic but playful edge in your words

"Trying to kill me already Cater? I thought you enjoyed my company."

The Ginger rolled his eyes playfully twords you before taking out his phone

"Yeah yeah, mind if we take a photo for my magic cam?"

Trying to politely reject his offer you shook your head with a apologetic facial expression.

"I usually would Liar. but I agreed to meet up with Trey to try some stuff and am already late." Two lies in one sentence, world record.

Nodding he turned off his phone and slid it into the pocket of his blazer

"Ooo well then Cay Cay will let you go then Kk."

Nodding you quickly slid past him into the halls of the Heartslabyul dormitory, having stopped tormenting your poor nail polish you let it be as you proceeded to the kitchen of the dormitory, immediatley seeing the familiar sight of Trey in the kitchen with flour dusting the surfaces and his apron

Noticing he was not yet aware of her presence a small knock was placed on the wall, the small thuds alerting him of her presence he snapped his head uo from whatever task he was completing and gave her a small smile.

"Hey prefect, uh- I'm not quite done yet-"

Wipping off his hands onto his apron he quickly turned around and offered out his hand to you.

"Here, why don't I lead you to my room, you can wait there."

"No im fine with-"

Trey gave a reassuring smile twords you, still offering out his hand in a seemingly friendly jesture.jester.

"Really prefect I insist."

and with that small nudging you took his hand as he lead you through the well lit corridors with names labeling each of the doorm rooms. Guiding you to a door and opening it before gently nudging you inside and closing the door behind you.

.........If only you had payed attention to the Name of the tenant that owned that particular dorm.

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biggestsimp12 · 1 year

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Let me show you how much i've missed you.

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(this has been sitting in my drafts for a week now =w=)

! HUGE SPOILERS (sumeru quest)!

(angst with fluff at the end)

(Wanted to do this in 2 parts but scratch that)

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You were finally free. You finally escaped that cursed place once and forever.

You ran as screams of terror and agony could be heard behind you, slowly fading away.

Flashbacks from previous minutes floaded your mind, ringing in your brain over and over again.

You were captured and selled by some mora-thirst people to a psychopatic inazumian scientist. They kept experimenting your powers, trying to create changes wich caused you extreme pain, yet little to no change. The scientist took advantage of your immortality to insert all sorts of chemicals in your blood. While he was preparing another dose for one of his endless experiments on you, he accidentally dropped one of his glass tube, causing a big explosion to occur. Creating a sheild around you, you covered your eyes, loud noises echoing through the room. Smoke started to fill your senses, taking your hands off your eyes, watching in horror the sight in front of you. The whole lab was on fire, quickly devouring every inch of the building. Your eyes landed on the trapped figure in front of you. The scientist was being crushed almost to death by thick metal bar. Seeing you staring at him, he ordered you to help. Receiving no answer, he repeated once more, his command turning to pleading to desperately begging you to help him as fire quickly made its way to him. You looked at him almost in a pity full way, heading to the exit, the key word being almost. You started running out hearing your torturers cries for you not to.

You stopped at the only place you knew by heart. Or at least, used to. The chinju forest.

You sat down by a tree trying to catch your breath. You looked down at your freshly cut feet, all covered in blood. You must have cut yourself on the tons of broken glass left in the lab due to the explosion.

You slowly made your way to the small river, sitting down at its edge. You gently washed your feet wincing in pain when touching a deeper cut.

Your only goul now was to reunite with him once more.

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Present day (before Nahida ereased everyones memories)

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You don't know how much it passed. One century? Maybe 2, 3, 4? You had no idea. Your worst fear was statring to become true. What if you'll never see him again? What if he was dead? Even if not, did he still love you as much as you did? What if he wasn't the same? (even if he wasn't, you'll still accept him either way) Your thoughts were interrupted by bumping into something. Wait no. Someone.

Hey, watch where you're going! A high pitched fairy said, staring at you as you were some kind of criminal.

I'm deeply sorry little floating gi-

Oh no! *I think they look like some fatui! Yikes, not again!* Wait.. Did you just call me floating little girl!? The blonde girl/boy beside her started laughing at her little floating companions change of attitude. The blonde one looked at you, analyzing you as well.

Paimon, i don't fatuis have such type of masks. Besides they don't look like they did it on purpose.

What are fatuis?

They both stared at you in shock as if you just said that you got a bomb and its about to explode.

How could you not know what fatuis are?! Have you been living under a rock!?

Uhm could you stop yelling? I'm right beside you.

Sorry for her. She can over react some times. I'm Aether /Lumine and this is Paimon. Now, do you seriously do not know who the fatui are?

Y/N, nice to meet you. And no i haven't. Could you explain it to me? If you don't mind of course.

Of course we don't!

Ooh~ Paimon wants to tell them! Can i, please, please, please, please, pleaseeee?

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After exchanging both pasts and explaining about the fatuis

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Yeah! And theres a scary doctor whos experimenting people and! and!

You frowned as you heard the word "experiment", bad memories floading your head. Paimon took notice of this as she started apologizing.

Oh, i'm sorry! Paimon didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!

You looked up at the small fairy beside you, giving her a weak smile.

Don't worry that was hundred of years ago. I'm glad there's someone who understands how i feel. I'm deeply sorry Lumine/Aether. I did see a girl/boy similar to you but that was a long time ago. Did you at least get to see her/him again?

One or two times. Yet she/he was so different than when we used to travel together. What about you? Have you gotten to see this person?

Your smile faded as you sighed.

I wish i did, he was such a sweetheart. It broke my heart seeing him cry like that while we got separated. Before they knocked me out i screamed a promise.

You smiled again looking down at your feet.

What promise did you make?

Paimon looked at you, captured by your story. You laughed at her cuteness, remembering your promise perfectly.

"I promise i'll search for you darling. No matter how bad the weather or bad the health, i'll always be searching. Our love shall never die, for i be forever searching, nobody can tear our love apart and i shall never lie."

Waaah (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Paimon thinks this is so sweet! What if you don't see him again??

The little floating girl said, hugging you tightly.

Don't worry Paimon. I haven't given up yet. He must somewhere in this world. If not i'll start traveling the worlds for him.

You said trying to get your hopes up. In reality you had no idea where he could be. You did in fact travel multiple worlds only to be stuck at the start line back in teyvat. You sighed, changing the subject to enlighten the mood.

After deciding to join them in their journey, you both made your way to the Sumeru City.

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Timeskip after saving Nahida

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Woah... Who would've thought there's place like this hidden right slap bang in the middle of the city!

The sages wanted to realize their god creation plan without being discovered. The safest and most convenient way would be to build within the Akademiya itself.

They are already hiding a god, so why not 2?

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What was this all fatui thing and fake god that they were talking about? If so, how come you never heard about them? Your thoughts were interrupted when Paimon spoke again.

Paimon knows that he was a prototype puppet for the Raiden Shogun before he became a Fatui Harbinger...

You stare at Paimon in shock. Did they know him all along? How come they never told you about this? Yeah the traveler said he/she had some vision about the Balladeer but they never told who he actually was. All these questions swelling up in your head made you furious yet sad at the same time.

You 2 sure seem to know about him quite well. Yet there is a certain person who has more knowledge about him and his past. In fact they were very close for that matter.

The traveler and Paimon looked confused at Nahida. The little elf like archon took your hand before speaking.

Y/N. I know you were searching him for a long time. Could you tell us what you know about him?

Wait.. Y/N!? The person you were searching is him?! But how!? When you were talking about him, he sounded so nice and sweet! He's literally nothing close that! He is an arrogant little-

Paimon, please do not jump to conclusions. We do not what occured in his life to change his behavior like that. So Y/N. How did you exactly meet?

Well.. I was walking through chinju forest when i heard something. I started investigating, trying to find the source of it when i tripped and fell into the water. A figure approached me asking me if i was alright. It was a boy in a white strange yet beautiful outfit. I stared at him for a while. His whole feauters didn't look much human. He looked like those gorgeous puppets you see in the kid theaters. He landed me his hand and hesitantly took it. Later on i learned his name and how he got there-

Oh so scaramouche right?

Paimon it is impolite to interrupt someone.

Nahida looked at Paimon, scolding her.

No its alright. His name isn't Scaramouche. Or at least it wasn't when i met him. He told me to call him Kunikuzushi.

After that i invited him to live with me, since he didn't have anywhere else to go. We then fell in love but it didn't last long due to those horrible people that took me. From that day on i never saw him at least once. What happend to him after is still unkown to me.

You finished with a sigh looking down at the little archon in front of you.

She nodded, putting her hand on her chin in a thinking way.

It seems that the occurrence of this events damaged both of your physical and mental health, on your side as much as his. We need to be as careful as possible when approaching him. We don't know what type of manifestation we will get out of him. Now, without further ado, our time is pretty much limited just like a candle on fire. Let's go.

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Mini time skip

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Looking at its operational status, we must prepare for the worst. The god they wanted to create... is likely close to completion, or already completed.

Paimon floated behind you pushing you forward gently.

If someone should go first it should be Y/N right? No offense Y/N but it's your lover.

You sighed looking at the little scared girl behind you.

As much i would love to talk to him, i don't think he would listen.

Y/N is right. We can't just burst all that Information like that. It could disadvantage us in battle strategy but also cooperation with him. I'm curious of what our fate may be. To me, everything we perceive in this world, everything we learn, and everything that happens to us is considered knowledge. However, only fate is about that which has yet to occur, so it has always drawn my curiosity. So to me, "fate" is the ultimate knowledge.

And now, at long last, I'm not just an observer anymore.

I will personally experience my own fate, with you by my side. Hehe, isn't this such a wonderfully exciting thing?

The dendro archon smiled at you three, closing her eyes. Okay, let's continue on. I can sense "his" aura from here... You watched in disbelief at the sight that standed before your eyes as you made your way further. It was in fact the boy you've been desperate to find again yet.. He looked so different.. So, lifeless.

Nahida used her magic as the blue haired boy had awoken.

The robot copied the puppets moves, making a strong wind.

The boy smiled scanning the sight before him.

Who would have thought... The world would be so eager for my "birth"

I remember you

The boy said looking at Nahida

Buer, the God of Wisdom... And standing beside you the Traveler

He said as his eyes finally reach you

And...

His eyes widened, facade dropping a little then going back on.

My.. My, what do we have here? Honestly i didn't think you'll have the guts to show yourself before me after cruelly abandoning me like that. I see you've changed. But dear so did i.

He said, venom within his words.

You watched him, tears welling in your eyes. Voice trapped in your throat, you could only watch him spitting his point of view of the past that you once shared. He did in fact change. You could see the actual Kunikuzushi behind. He was not evil, just hurt. And you knew it.

The Balladeer has already become a god...?

You listened to the conversation Paimon and Nahida had behind you.

"The Balladeer" A long bygone title..

When my spirit ascended to divinity

I felt as if I had existed for the same number of epochs as heaven and earth

Looking back

The existence of what once called itself "Kunikuzushi" appears infinitely small... and ugly

You couldn't believe what was happening right now. This was all your fault. If you knew how to fight that day, none of this events would have existed now. Seeing your uneasy state Nahida took your hand and spoke.

None if these are your fault Y/N. Life has its ups and downs that seem to affect not just human lifes, but immortal creatures both in good and bad ways as well. Everyone creates and has his own destiny. And now, you choose if you want to make a change or not.

Nahida said, looking up the "god" in front of you.

What a cute yet pathetic little speech. You should know that wisdom cannot solve every problem. Like now, where your only option is to face me in combat.

Come.. Let us reenact a scene of the Archon War. Come and inaugurate my birth as a god.

The traveler raised his/her sword as the battle begin

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You helped Aether/Lumine get up, watching the giant robot collapse.

Humans... filthy humans...!

The "god" spitted out, not wanting to accept defeat. The small archon flew closer to him, using her magic to take his gnosis. Noticing this the boy started panicking, looking at Nahida desperately.

No! Please! Anything but the gnosis..!

The boy begged, breaking the bots face plate.

That's mine! Don't even try..!

He said trying to hold a grasp of the gnosis, Wires slowly breaking behind him.

I'll..! I'll never go back!

He gave you a small glance, a desperate look on his face. Your heart only could ache at the sight of him being so hurt.

Y/N plea-

Before the boy could finished Nahida reached his gnosis, wires finally breaking, proceeding to make him fall, a lifeless look on his growing bigger by each second. You quickly rushed into catching him, fear rushing through your blood as you used your powers to create a sheild bubble around you 2. You watched his features as you slowly floated your way to the ground. You hugged him, visible tears running down your face. Nahida landed beside you giving you a sympathy look after returning to the traveler.

We haven't yet found the answer to the most important mystery.

Irminsul is still waiting to be saved.

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Time skip after Nahida ereased everyones memories

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You were not sure why you were crying a moment before just now. The traveler and Paimon exchanged looks before Paimon asked.

Do you remember what happend at the academia?

You gave Paimon a confused look before thinking at the previous events these days. Confused you told Paimon what you knew.

Uh.. We saved Nahida and sumeru. Why?

Paimon gave you a shocked expression.

Do you seriously not remember him??

Am i missing something?

You asked clearly confused.

You were searching for him remember?? You guys promised to search for each other! We just fought with him! You have to remember!

I think we should leave them alone Paimon.. Its not going to work if you press them like that. Let's go...

Aether/Lumine whispered to the little fairy.

Y/N we have to go. See you around!

Bye..?

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You walked around the Sumeru City, making some groceries. It's been a week since you and the traveler saved the irminsul. Something was missing yet you couldn't quite catch what. Paimons words from previous weeks ringed through your head, trying to find the answer to your curiosity.

Hey Y/N, over here!

You turned around to see Paimon and the traveler. Beside them there was another person facing another derection.

This is ridiculous.

Paimon pushed the big hat boy further giving him a thumbs up. You couldn't really see his face due him looking down.

Hi. My name is Y/N! Nice to meet you-

Upon seeing his face, memories click in your mind, now remembering it all. He was the person Paimon talked about. He was the person you were desperately searching all these centuries.

Kunikuzushi.

The boy looked shocked yet relieved. You took him into your arms, embracing him as if he would disappear. Paimon and the traveler smiled, leaving you two be.

I've missed you so much. W-where have you been all this time? How come could i never get to stumble upon you?

You said voice shaking from happiness.

It's not important. There are many things i regret in my past that i don't want to make you worry about. Right now, let me show you how much i've missed you.

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The end >¬>

Have a nice day/night

#fluff #genshin x reader #angst #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #nahida #paimon

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beanswrites · 10 months

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Who I Should've Been

ya'll the idea for this popped into my head as i was writting the first chapter of my Peter B. Parker fic (soon on ao3!!) and i just had to do it immediately

i know it's just like a drabble but lmk if you want a whole, one-shot version, i think this has some VERY GOOD angst, second-chance romance potential

also brace yourself this is ANGST angst, i know there's no like major death or anything but it still HURTS😭😭😭

pairings: Peter B. Parker (from Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse) x fem! reader

tags: angst, regret, hurt/no comfort, kind of a cliff-hanger??

summary: Peter is your ex-boyfriend, which you broke up with because he never put in much effort into your relationship. Seven months later, you find Spiderman on your rooftop after one of his patrols.

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It was a cold night in NYC, usual for November. You had just gotten off from work and were in a desparate need for some fresh air, so you made way to your building's rooftop.

It wasn't particularly nice - nothing that would get people to come regularly. Especially you. This place was your secret place with Peter, that jerk of you ex who didn't bother once to call and ask you how you've been in the last seven months. Seven fucking months since you got in a fight and broke up, and he never even asked you how you've been.

Yet, it seemed like the only option, so tonight, it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't matter.

There was another figure out there - one of your neighbors, you assumed, sitting on the edge of the rooftop with his head in his hands, looking over at the city lights.

Wait, was the figure... Wearing a mask?

"Oh, Mr. Spiderman, hello! What.. are you doing here? Any villains? Oh, god- Should I leave?"

Spiderman seemed equally as surprised and starstruck to see you as you did him.

"No, uh, no! Just, on patrol.."

You didn't believe a word he said. You knew very well how to spot a man in despair - and he looked like one.

"Could I.. sit here?"

"Sure."

You sat next to him, wallowing in the beauty of the many lights. The silence between you two was uncomfortable, since it was obvious he had something weighing heavy on his mind.

"Are.. Are you okay?" You ask, unsure whether you should try and pride in.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm.. I'm gonna be okay."

"You don't look fine to me..."

Spiderman bit the inside of his cheek, like he was struggling to say whathever was wrong.

"I, just... Going through a break up"

"Yikes. Bad one?"

"Yeah. Pretty bad."

"Me too. I know it sucks, but it'll get better over time"

He chuckles sarcastically, shaking his head. If only you knew...

"No, not really. Not for me, at least"

"Aww, come on! It will get better, it always does-"

He cut you off sharply, a stern look in him.

"No, it never does. Not when you fucked up as bad as I did. Not when... Shit, not when you lose as much as I did."

An uncomfortable silence reigned. You felt bad for him, but in the end, you could relate. You, too, were trying to heal from a break up that broke you.

"You love her?"

He looks at you. His eyes are covered by the mask and yet, you feel how he's looking at you: full of regret and sadness.

"More than anything... But I fucked up. She won't take me back."

You nodded, your gaze returning to the city skyline.

"What about you..? You miss him?"

Please say yes. Please say you've been a wreck without me like I've been without you.

"Well, it's... Complicated. He was the greatest love I've ever known but.. He just wasn't there for me. Ever. And it eventually got too much for me. His abscense, his lack of attention, everything. It's been a long time, and I think I moved on pretty good. But.. But I still miss him sometimes."

Spiderman smirks.

"He must be an idiot"

You chuckle sweetly, enjoying your time with the superhero.

"Yeah, I guess he kinda was. It's one of the things I loved most about him"

He smiles sadly, suddenly getting up.

"I should go now, got some bad guys to catch. You take care of yourself, alright?"

All you could do was nod before he swung from your building onto another, and then another, and then another....

Maybe it was just your imagination, but the sound of Spiderman's voice sounded awfully comforting. Awfully familiar.

that's all for this one (or is it???)!! thank you sm for reading, follow for more! and lmk if this should be a one shot!! <33

#spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #marvel #sony #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #female reader #hurt/no comfort #angst #breakup #regret #second chance romance??#maybe??

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psychonautswebarchive · 5 months

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Psychoportals update!

A couple weeks ago I realized the keywords I was using in the wayback machine were a bit whack, some links lead to psycho-portals.com and others to psychoportals with No Dash ,,,, and I found THIS

It's the first time I've come across a link with a working video/gif that actually loaded and played and everything!

I ALSO found the psychoportals sweepstakes registration page where you could sign up for the event.

Unfourtnatly I haven't found much information on who WON the psychoportals contest other than LA being the first state to win the first PART of the game, the only place that mentions this is the MixNMojo site

Of course, I went through wayback to see if their were any deleted posts or missed updates... but theirs not.. all talk about it just kind of... stops after the LA post that ends with reminding people to check back in on April 28th, I've yet to look up the brain tumbler sweepstakes wich was supposedly the second half of the challenge so... maybe something promising?

Some other news:

This post from mix n MOJO via the wayback machine was posted on June 7th of 2005... majescos profits are doing great!! ..... right?

Well...

Couple weeks later, June 30th, 2005... Majesco is saying they spent millions on promotion for psychonauts and their shares fell by 15%

Yikes! I'm not surprised though. Between the psychoportals sweepstakes, the psychonauts receipt program and the Golden disk sweepstakes they were practically giving those games away! Yeesh. Plus cash prizes... I really don't know how it all went wrong and how little documented it is on majescos end. Oh well.

Anyways, theirs no way to login to a defunct site through wayback, and most of the files I've found for psychoportals just... don't work... no images or corrupted files (if anyone knows how to make images and gifs work from like. A cobbled together site that was deleted in the early oughts... lemme know lol) so my work for that ends here unless I find some reuploaded assets somewhere out there! Meanwhile I'll be looking into the brain tumbler o7

(Gif via mixnmojos April 11th 2005 post about the psycjonauts demo, and yeah it's a gif file... dunno why!)

#psychonauts #pn1 #update #psychoportals #archival #uhhh website updates are still.. sparse. oops! ill get back to it someday ahhh

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definesanity · 7 days

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The Sea & The Stars

Regulus didn't hate 37. Not really.

It takes a lot for someone to hate someone or something, and in this case, Regulus just found 37... mildly annoying, is all.

I mean, can you blame her? She broke a few rules, ended up in prison, become a genius for a short while and ended up okay...ish.

37 just made it more annoying due to her being only obsessed with numbers. Not that Regulus can blame her, though; back when she was little, she loved maths. But of course, people got jealous of little old Regulus, which resulted in her being... well, bullied, in a way. The only thing that kept her going was when the insults changed. You can only hear the same insult so many times before it starts to grow stale, after all.

Regulus was brought out of her musing by a knock on her room's door. Clearing her throat, she called, "Who is it?"

"Miss Regulus! I must speak with you immediately!" speak of the devil, and they will appear, for 37's voice was unmistakable. And, strangely... oddly excited? Oh, yikes.

"Er--" Regulus cleared her throat, adjusting her goggles. "C-Come in?"

37 entered the room, nearly skipping moreso, and placed her hands on Regulus' shoulders, a happy smile on her face. "You are no longer an irrational number!"

"...Say what now?"

"A Fraction, Regulus, a Fraction!" 37 continued, jumping for a joy the pirate has still not understood yet. "When you solved that problem in the cave, your number had, somehow, changed!"

The smile then was quickly replaced by a look of thoughtfulness. "Or... perhaps, I merely did not perceive you correctly the first time...?"

"...What, you mean, that problem I solved in the cave with the planets and the such?" Regulus asked, and her goggles nearly fell off with the force of the blue-haired girl's hands glasping her cheeks.

"You preformed a marvel of mathematics, Regulus!" 37 praised aggressively, and Regulus was now getting a little bit scared. "To think I viewed you through such a clouded lens...!"

"Well, uh, not that I don't enjoy the praise..." Regulus said, trying to move 37's hands away, "...But, c'mon, can you really change your opinion of me so fast--?"

"I can, and I have!" 37 kept her hands on the pirate's shoulders, near enough shaking the poor girl into the next decade. While she wouldn't mind to see some new rock bands, or hear some new rock music, for that matter, she'd rather not, cheers.

Although, given how literal stars appeared in the girl's eyes... Regulus braced herself for impact, something that the RMS Titanic failed to do. She thinks. She can't remember.

#ryuusei's works #reverse 1999 #r1999 #regulus #reverse 1999 regulus #r1999 regulus #reverse 1999 37 #r1999 37 #fractulus #au name that'll do lol

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Tiger & Bunny Week 2024 (NC 1982): Short Story

This has got to be one of the silliest things I've ever written, but ngl, had a blast doing it. Short story about the Karuizawa Cabbage Theory. Geography is woefully in accurate since Sternbild is supposed to be a version of New York City, and well Karuizawa is a resort town in Nagano, Japan. Still the fans think he drifted on the river all the way to Karuizawa, so it stays.

Author: Lalunameli

Title: Yuri on Cabbages

Rating: PG (language)

Characters: Yuri Petrov (ooc, amnesia), and Kotetsu T. Kaburagi

A/N: Unbetaed, barely proofread, will fix mistakes as I come across them.

Yuri Petrov...

Kotetsu sat at his desk staring at the screen looking at a blurry photo submitted to him from his client, of a man with similar hair (though unkempt) selling cabbages. The former Hero Supervisor had been missing for almost a year ...which coincided with the permanent loss of his powers and the last time he and Barnaby had seen Lunatic. While it was hard to make out Lunatic's face in the glare, that same untamed curly hair resembled that of the cabbage seller's, who had not bothered to tie it back. A sharp contrast from the Director, who was so meticulous about keeping a neat and tidy appearance.

Kotetsu's current line of work as a Private Investigator for Anything Goes Investigations opened him up to contact from people from various walks of life, which is how found himself taking on the case of the missing Director. He had been approached by a woman by the name of Elena, who had said she was previously in employment as his mother's caregiver, until her untimely death. Apparently her employer had gone missing while she was recuperating in the hospital for injuries sustained during a robbery attempt in which Yuri's mother Origa, had been fatally wounded. Elena had survived; however, upon her release from the hospital, she learned that Yuri Petrov had been missing since the attacks on city by Gregory Sunshine and the controlled NEXTs. Fearing the worst, she sought out the services of Kotetsu to launch a search for the missing Judge.

This was how Kotetsu found himself in a small resort town called Karuizawa (of all places!) interviewing a strange cabbage seller, who looked unmistakably like his former boss, yet whose mannerisms were anything but.

"I honestly don't remember much prior to ending up here" said the Cabbage Seller amicably smiling at Kotetsu.

Smiling, thought Kotetsu Is he actually smiling at me? And what's with the casual speech?

The Director always spoke so formally around them and was known to be stoic. The Cabbage Seller on the other hand was all smiles, with a carefree demeanor.

"What do you mean you don't remember?" asked Kotetsu bluntly

The Cabbage seller tucked an unruly lock of hair behind his ear.

"Well the people here say I was found drifting in a nearby river badly hurt. They didn't think I'd actually make it! But I guess they brought me to a hospital or something... I'm not really clear on any of it. To be honest I don't really remember a lot of things, so they kinda look out for me." He smiled sheepishly at Kotetsu

"Yikes, sounds like you had a rough time" he responded still weirded out by Cabbage Yuri's mannerisms. "So are you tellin' me you don't remember who you are at all?"

"Not at all!" replied Cabbage Yuri enthusiastically "They've taken to calling me 'Kawabe' (A/N: riverside/riverbank) around here because of where they found me. Suppose it could be worse and they could have called me Cabbage Guy or something..."

He paused for a moment and furtively looked around. Seeing no one was around he looked at Kotetsu conspiratorially.

"Hey Mister, you wanna see something cool? But you can't tell anyone. Promise?"

Kotetsu had a sinking feeling of what this "something cool" was.

Shit-shit-shit... he thought to himself.

"Sure, go for it..." he hoped his nervousness wasn't showing.

"Look what I can do!!"

The tell tale signs of blue light from NEXT power activation appeared, as a bright blue flame errupted from Cabbage Yuri errr Kawabe's hand.

"I dunno if this was because of my accident but it sure looks cool!"

I KNEW IT. Thought Kotetsu. I knew this asshole was Lunatic! And now he doesn't even remember...

"Ummm hey, isn't that kinda dangerous? Shouldn't you be careful where you're waving those things around?"

Cabbage Yuri Kawabe's eyes widened as he quickly extinguished the flame.

"Oops, you're right! My bad!"

'Oops' and 'My Bad'??? Where the hell did he learn to speak like that!! I gotta try to deal with this before it becomes a problem.

"Listen I'm gonna level with you. I'm here because I run a Private Investigations office and..."

"...And you're on a case?!??" asked Cabbage Yuri excitedly

"Yeah something like that. Anyway while I'm here I kinda need someone who knows the area. Whaddya say, you interested?"

"Am I ever!!! That sounds like fun!"

Fun! thought Kotetsu exasperatedly, Why do I feel I'm going to regret this...

The two men shook hands as Kotetsu tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do next to keep up this sham and why the hell this was his best idea to keep Lunatic close.

ETA: Look at this lovely artwork from @lidoxia (aka @kalineas ) of Cabbage Yuri! I'm so honoured and happy to see him genuinely smiling!!

From original post:

Unlikely I'll continue this. I am long retired from fanfic writing, but thought it might be fun to dust off the cobwebs and write something silly.

#short story #crack fic #hes selling cabbages in karuizawa #karuizawa #yuri petrov #lunatic tiger & bunny #tiger & bunny #taibani #tnbw #cabbage #tiger & bunny 2 #cabbage yuri #yuri in karuizawa

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gotasenseivebeenbetrayed · 25 days

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TTPD Thoughts

It's just wild to me how Taylor clearly meant for "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" to be about Matty and people listen to that song and then have the audacity to think "Yup, these other songs and all her previous songs were about him". She literally said "I don't miss what we had" and "I'll forget you". And you think "love/loss of my life" is for that same man? 🤨

Also the fact remains Harry is the only muse she has ever given a full on album to, the only muse she ever said, with no hesitation, that he was the one who'd float in and out of her life, be the one who you'd always wonder "what if", etc. and they think all her pining songs about a long lost love is not that muse and is instead Matty?! 💀

I still will die on the hill she, in general, has woven multiple muses into songs and the biggest reason for that is Harry. 1989 was the one album she was very obvious with who her muse was and he was in every song. Then everything hit the fan and she became more private and went into hiding. Then comes back with Reputation. And that's where the woven muses happened. Realistically she had very little time with Joe while Rep was being done. Yes, a few songs were 100% Joe but, a lot don't fit and some that "kind of" fit him seem to also fit Harry. I think she started them off about Harry and then maybe wrote Joe into the finish of them. She did it with Lover and now TTPD. Folklore/Evermore were the only ones she mostly used full muses because it was "fictional" and so she had a reason to be more open about the muses.

Also just want to mention in Smallest Man she implies, pretty heavily, he was bad in bed lmao. Yet you want me to believe they "dated" way back when, during his heavy drug use (when it's harder for men to get/keep it up - hell even Halsey had a song that mentions this), hooked up and then kept hooking up over the years and she was pining for a man who she later says was awful in bed? That is not the same muse she has spent over a decade pining for and writing other songs where they hook up - be for real please. 😭 Ain't no one pining for a man who is terrible in bed for a decade.

And I know some people think Guilt As Sin is Harry and it could be a Harry/Matty merge as I think most TTPD songs are, I think it's a bait and switch and she weaves a bit of Matty into the songs to throw off people from Harry. Anyways that song reads two ways for me A) from a Harry stand point she was saying she was pining for him while with Joe and she felt guilty even though nothing happened between them and B) from Matty stand point, I think when they were working together on Midnights her and Joe were in a very bad place and he might've helped talk her into leaving him finally, I believe Matty 100% love bombed the hell outta Taylor and probably "sold her a quick love scheme". He probably mentioned how he'd had a crush on her for years, he'd treat her better/she deserved better blah blah and she maybe started thinking of that and felt guilty because she'd never actually been with Matty previously so how could she be guilty and that's including from the rumors from back in 2014. To me it read she never had slept with the muse at the time and it was all in her head but she was feeling guilty for it and maybe even accused of it. That then makes sense with her calling him bad in bed in Smallest man. She hadn't slept with him previously, then she did last year and was like "Yikes". Again, if that's the case then he can't be the muse she's pined after and had secret affairs with.

#haylor

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codename-adler · 1 year

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Hello, Andrew.

(If this isn’t Andrew then bug off. I’ll know.)

So. Hi. I’m Aaron Minyard. Your brother. Your twin brother, you know. Did you know? I didn’t know. That was some surprise. Good surprise, though. Only good. Promise.

I don’t know if you know how I found out? I was at the park, doing things, you know, doing my own thing, and some police prick kept yelling for me, only, by your name. He swore I was you. Officer Philip Higgins, at your service. Well not really, he was ready to drag me back to where you belong (I don’t know where that is). But you must know that. How he is, I mean. Not where you belong. Although you just might. I hope you know. You could help me out then.

But, uh, getting ahead of myself. Imagine I start asking you all sorts of philosophical questions and truths when we haven’t even met… Yikes… You’d probably tell me to fuck off, and I’d agree with you. So I’m not gonna do that. It’s not why I wanted to write to you anyway.

Brotherhood is what I wanted to write to you about. I woke up that day, never in a million years imagining I’d go to bed a brother. Like, I have a brother . You. You are my brother. My twin brother. And I’m yours. I don’t know who was born first (I was, I’m sure of it), but… Twins , Andrew! That’s wicked cool.

And not just that. We are IDENTICAL. ("Monozygotic" twins, it's called. Epic.) Even Higgins was fooled, and frankly astounded when he found me. His face! Although he must’ve thought the same thing about mine, and twice worse at that. I can’t really wrap my head around the fact. That there’s a whole other person, completely separate from me, that looks exactly like me nonetheless. It seems impossible. I guess it’ll only really sink in when we’ll see each other, right?

I wonder if you and I have the same teeth. Mine are alright, I think. Not exactly Colgate-worthy, but I’ve got all of them, in the right place, which is good enough for me. I never really paid attention, before. I've learned that teeth are often different, even if slightly, in sets of identical twins. I read about it in a textbook at the school library. When I found out, I mean. I don’t want you to think that I have a weird tooth fetish or something. I just really like biology.

There’s so much to a body that you don’t realize makes a body a person. How does my hair look on you? Or like, the other way around. Higgins said we have the same eyes. But to what extent? Where do yours end and mine begin? Is it in the shape? The color? The light’s reflection in them? The lashes, perhaps, or the eyebrows above? What about the eyebrows? Two bodies, side by side, exactly the same in every way, yet one is you, and one is me. Wow. It just… It never stops. My brain exploded just now. Again. Does yours do that too? Since you’ve known?

Like, imagine we have reverse parts! I mean, you know how my right half is your left, and your right half is my left? Maybe our moles are mirrored. That could be how people tell us apart. “Hey, there’s Aaron with the left-cheek mole! Not to be confused with Andrew, with the right-cheek mole!”, you know? Jeez, we can’t be that identical, can we?

Can we really?

I don't have much experience with twins. There were those Conway girls in 4th grade, not identical, just fraternal twins. They still looked a whole lot like each other. It's crazy to remember them, now. To think, that as I was fascinated by the pair of them, not only did I have my own other half, but you were so close. And I didn't even feel it. Is that bad? Is there something wrong with me? With... us? Do you think, because of what happened when we were born... because of Mom... our connection suffered? Don't tell her that. Please don't tell her that. But how? How could I not feel anything missing? I never knew, Andrew. Never once had an ounce of a doubt. No phantom limbs, no echo in my mind, no unexplainable pains nor random premonitions. You were never there. Even now, as I write to you, I really hope you'll be at the other end of my letter, because you still feel... void. Like this is all a joke my mind is playing on me. I hope you're really real. Not just a pipedream.

Maybe we can work on it. The twin "bond" thingy. Maybe you knew? Not, like, knew-knew, just... knew? Or maybe looking back on things now, you realize you knew? I'm trying to do that, to look for memories where there could have been something tipping me off, but I have a shit memory. It's so vague and fuzzy most of the time. Does that happen to you? So much for wanting to be a doctor...

So did you? Know?

I hope you did, in some kind of cosmic way, as they say. Because if you did, maybe the connection, our twin bond, isn't totally broken. We can get it back to full strength.

If you'd like, that is.

Imagine the fucking bad luck of it all if we were those ill-fated twins of big stories, destined to be sworn enemies, and everything would have been fine if that damn policeman had just minded his own business! Ha!

I haven't really talked about Mom or the family. I hope you're not expecting a dad, because I haven't got one of those for you. I'm sorry. I would have liked for you to have a dad. I mean, when they find your long-lost family, you hope for the whole package, right? So yeah, no dad. But we got an uncle and an aunt, and a cousin! I'll tell you about them if you want to. I'm just worried I'll scare you off if I start right away, on top of the mess I'm already telling you now. But we got time, right? I shouldn't feel rushed, I must remember that. We found each other and there's no way I'm letting go. And we'll meet soon, right? I know Mom refused the offer your foster mother gave us, but Mom doesn't have to know... Not immediately, at least. I mean, she did carry us for 9 months, but I also shared the womb with you from the beginning, so I don't know who's got priority over who... But I'm choosing to give it to you.

I'll stop my nonsense here, now. I don't want you to start believing your newfound brother's a total nutcase. I'm not, promise. I hope you're doing okay on your end with everything that's been going on. Your foster mom seems nice. That's nice. So, yeah, again I'm really glad you're here now, and I'll be seeing you soon, yeah? Okay.

Bye now.

- Aaron

#In this Gemini weather #twinyards #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #tilda minyard #officer higgins #aftg #all for the game #twinyards bonding #aftg fic #aftg hc #the foxhole court

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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @umber-cinders, TY

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

None. I just made an A03 a few weeks ago and it will take a long time for my brain to figure out how to put my stuff on there LOL. On Tumblr, jeez, let me see. I have 35? So far. I counted my two series as 2.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Oh lordt, let me see. On Tumblr, I have...roughly 168,964 words across all my fics. YIKES. And I can't even write in my books LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel, They Cloned Tyrone, Snowfall, and Scream.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sprung - Tyrone

Stay With Me - Tyrone

Sunday - Tyrone

Run it Back - Tyrone

Pray For Me - Franklin

Gonna link my masterlist because why not: Megamind's Secret Files

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love getting comments. I want people to know I appreciate them taking the time to read and comment. I love discussing my writing.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Through the Fire. It was such a sad ending! It had to be done! Someone said "What kind of sane person would write an ending so sad???" Literally made my day as a writer.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them got happy endings LOL. But the one that ended the sweetest, hm, probably...Sunday?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. I be in my own little corner of the innanet and all my comments and reblogs have been positive! It might change with my Kang fic and I'm okay with that. Block button is my bestie.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YES! A thousand times yes. So far, they've all been one shot smut fics that resolves itself. I have some pt 2's coming, but I'm so behind on Tyrone asks. I'm sorry!!!! I will get to them, promise.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Never did a crossover. My fandoms are all over the place and the only one to use for crossovers is Marvel and I'm not that confident yet. I don't hate on folks who do, but not the type of fics I be reading.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope it never does. That's so heartless and unnecessary. Everyone can write. You don't need to steal.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. That would be a huge compliment though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah. But I'm constantly flinging my fic ideas at friends and they share with me. I love it.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm so not a person that ships, it's terrible. Canon relationships bore me to tears or I know that the writers are gonna do some fuck shit to break them up, so why bother? However, I'm obsessed with Attoye and Janine and Gregory from Abbott Elementary.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Believe it or not, I write fics in the moment and release them in the wild before I have a chance to go back and change everything. I only plot my series. And I plan to finish both series! I've been trying to think of what other series I can do.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write dialogue pretty well. I'm able to write things in character and pay attention to their characteristics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Do we have all day? LOL. Nah, I think scene descriptions are still my biggest weakness. I always put them in a white room and it's hard picturing it well enough to write it down. I'm trying to work on it!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't done it. Only because Google translate only takes you so far and it doesn't take nuance into account. And I appreciate when there's translations after the fic. It's hard to copy on mobile and put it into Translate to figure out what was said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I just started fic writing this year. LOL. I used to say I missed a crucial part of writing culture as a teen. But it was a Marvel Loki fic.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose between my babies! But it would probably be my Loki series. One of the chapters I finished, I was like??? Okay, you fuckin' ate that. I felt so proud of myself as a writer, that self-satisfaction is what I'm writing for.

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Sunday Evening

There are about ten different things I should be doing right now, but I am the queen of procrastination so here I am on the ol' blog. It was a very long week. I have such mixed feelings about the job. The people are absolutely wonderful. The work is interesting and beneficial. But the schedule is...unpleasant. Well, I say that as a person who doesn't really have a schedule. I had to ask several times if I could maybe know my work days/hours at least a week in advance. I'm there 8.5 hours but take a mandatory 1 hour unpaid lunch. So I work 7.5 hours most days, though I worked just 5 on Saturday. They are long days. I suppose I had the idea that part-time would be 20-ish hours a week. Looks like the plan is to work me just under the cut off between part/full time. Not having a set schedule in advance makes it really hard to plan any sort of normal life. For example, the Edgewaters have been asking me if I'm off on Feb. 10th to celebrate the grandgirl's 6th birthday. It's 12 days away and I still can't tell them yes or no. How can I make a doctor's appointment or even schedule a haircut? You don't call anywhere around here and get in quickly, so it would be nice to have, say, a month's schedule to reference when trying to make an appointment. I get the impression that it's not looked upon favorably if you throw a wrench in the works and request particular days off. I guess I'll ride it out and see if it gets better, maybe because I'm the newbie they're just seeing if I survive before locking me into the work calendar? Every time I asked, no one seemed to think it was a big deal. It's a big deal to me, I like to plan my life and get my ducks in a row - not knowing my works days/hours ten or twelve days out rattles me. Really hoping that part gets better.

.I'm a minimum of twenty yeas older than everyone at work, thirty years older than most of them. I feel like a fossil. Actually, the director is around my age, but she has put in her retirement notice. So I show up in my old lady glory and try not to grunt or groan when I get up from shelving books on the lowest shelf. I've had to move boxes, tables, racks of chairs, wood and glass bookcases and pretend that my sciatica isn't flaring up. There is a lot of ibuprofen involved. This is how I feel there...

but they're all nice to me because their mamas raised them to respect their elders. I was at the circulation desk one morning and talking to another employee who is not yet thirty. I realized that I could easily be her grandmother.

The eternal optimist in me says to keep plugging away and everything will settle into place and I'll just be the nice old lady at the library. The part of my brain that always yells, "FLEE! You don't belong here!" is screaming in my ear. Luckily, the eternal optimist occupies about 90% of my gray matter, so she usually wins. Onward, onward, onward. I mentioned that on Saturday I was off work at 2 o'clock. Shortly after that the Edgewaters came over and brought their pizza oven. That was a treat. They made gourmet pizzas for our dinner and we had a wonderful visit. Little Miss kept me busy with Barbies and books, and I plied her with cupcakes. They left today around 3 o'clock and the mister and I are sitting here now wondering if we even want to bother with dinner tonight. I'm ready for bed. The workweek is staring me in the face and I'm not ready. Have I whined enough? I swear I'm not unhappy, just tired. I'd give my right arm for 5 hour work days (like Saturday) instead of 8.5. Mickey has been amazing - actually cleaning and cooking! I have no reasons to complain. So I should probably shut up. That said, we're moving forward and starting to plan a 40th anniversary trip. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll grant me unpaid leave. As a part-time employee I don't accrue vacation days, so I guess we'll see how all of that plays out. Yikes.

I'm boring myself sick with this post and I can't imagine that it's been at all interesting or entertaining to read. I'll wait a couple of days and try to post something worth reading. There have been amusing incidents at the library, but I hesitate to write about any of it because this is a small town and my name is on the blog. I'll have to find my way with that. I certainly wouldn't name names or embarrass anyone. Oh well, I'm off to ready my clothes for work and pack a lunch. I'll try to keep a Mary frame of mind. No one I work with would get that reference.

I'm so old.

*sigh* Until next time - stay safe, stay well. Sending out loads of love. XOXO, Nancy

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