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Supposed to be a one night thing
Steve x reader x Bucky
Mob! Au
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Sleeping with two men after sharing a couple of dances and drinks with them was not your best moment.
Especially since you three started before you even left the club.
The next morning you had snuck out of the hotel room they'd brought you to before either man had a chance to wake up.
You thought that was it. One night, two months ago.
Except now, sitting on your bathroom floor, you realised that hadn't been it.
"God, fucking damn it." You swore, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.
"Y/N, you good in there?" Wanda called from the other side of the doorway.
"No, I'm dead." You called back sarcastically, still staring at the stick.
"Don't take that tone with me, miss missy," Wanda said as she opened the door. "It's positive, isn't it?" She asked, closing the door behind her.
"I thought there was protection." You whispered as Wanda came and sat beside you. "I could've sworn there were condoms, and I'm on the pill! For Christ's sake!" You cried, throwing the stick across the room.
"The pill doesn't always work, and you said you were all really drunk, didn't you?" Wanda questioned you as her arm wound around your shoulders.
"We were." You nodded, curling into Wanda's side.
"Well, there you go. It doesn't take a genius to make a baby." Wanda tried to joke.
"No, it just takes so many shots of vodka." You groaned.
"Is it too soon to ask you what you want to do?" Wanda wondered.
"I don't know what I want to do yet." You said with a sigh. "I don't even know who those men or which is the father." You said, hiding your face in your hands. "God, I'm a slut."
"Oh, please, those two are the first men you've slept with in two years. You're hardly a slut." Wanda told you.
"I'm barely twenty-four, Wands. I don't know if I can be a mom." You said, looking at your friend.
"You have pretty much adopted those four kids that work for you. You're the most mothery person I know, and that's including other mothers." Wanda said.
"If I did keep it, I have nana's bakery, so it's not like I'm strapped for cash." You hummed. "I might have to find somewhere else to live."
"We have the spare room, hon. Granted, it's a little small, but it'll be fine for now for bubs." Wanda said. "Oh, I have to make a nursery Pinterest board now! When do we know if it's a girl or a boy? Or should we go something between like purple?" She questioned you.
"You'd still want to live with me? With a baby that'll spend half its first year screaming?" You rose a brow at the woman.
"It's not like my insomnia lets me sleep anyway." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, look at me. You are my best friend, the sister I wanted but didn't get. Of course, I wasn't going to kick you out when you're pregnant." She promised you.
"Have I ever told you I love you?" You asked the woman.
"Not lately." She smiled.
"I love you, Wands."
"I love you too, Y/N. We'll figure this out. I promise."
Two Months Later
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Wanda cheered as she exited the doctor's office first.
"It was a fifty-fifty chance, Wanda." You rolled your eyes with a smile.
"But still, I was right!" She grinned, looping her arm around you. "And I think we should get ice cream for my little detkas."
"Not for you or me? Just for what's in my womb?" You rose a brow at the woman.
"I mean, we're going to get some too, but this way, we can pretend we're being healthy," Wanda said as the two of you rounded a corner.
But before the two of you could continue on your way, two black SUVs stopped in front of you.
"Should we run?" You asked, eyes darting to Wanda in fear.
"Too late." She nodded to another SUV behind you both.
"Ladies." A blonde man called as he exited one SUV, three other men right behind him. "We're going to need you to come with us."
"Yeah, we didn't ask for a ride, but thanks anyway." You said, causing a dark-skinned man to laugh.
"That's cute, honey, but the bosses want to see you." He chuckled.
"You wouldn't want to start something that might hurt the baby in your belly, would you?" A man with long black hair wondered, causing another to smack him in the back of the head.
"Nothing will happen to any of you three if you just get in the car." The blonde man spoke again.
"I don't think we have much of a choice here, Y/N," Wanda whispered to you.
"No, I don't think we do." You sighed before the two of you began walking towards the men.
As the two of you got closer, the blonde man took hold of your forearm and pulled you into one car while another took Wanda and began dragging her towards the other.
"Wait, where are you taking her?" You demanded, watching as Wanda was bundled into the back of the other car.
"Don't worry about her. She's going to be just fine as long as you cooperate." The man said as you were pushed into the car.
"How did no one react to two people being kidnapped in broad daylight?" You muttered to yourself.
"People see what we tell them to see." The dark-skinned man said as the car began to drive.
Too scared to anger your kidnappers, you kept silent in the back seat, your arms wrapped around your belly.
The windows were tinted so darkly that you couldn't tell where the men had driven you or how long it had been since you got into the car.
But all too soon, the car stopped.
"C'mon, little lady." The blonde said, opening your door and trying to take your arm.
Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you stepped to the side before glaring at him.
"Put your hand on me, and it'll be the last thing it ever touches." You snapped, causing the darker man to laugh loudly as the blonde had the intelligence to look scared.
"Oh, I'm gonna like having you around." The man said, holding his hand out to you. "Sam."
"I'm not taking your hand." You said, wrapping your arms around your stomach.
"Fair enough." He nodded, letting his hand fall to his side. "This way." He gestured for you to follow him, the blonde man behind you.
You were certain you were going to die.
That you, your babies, and Wanda, too, would all be dead by the end of the hour.
And your fears weren't lessened as Sam led you through what looked like an office building and bundled you into an elevator before pressing the top floor button.
"In you go, sweetheart," Sam said once the doors opened.
If you were going to die, there was no point in delaying the inevitable.
Steeling your shoulders, you walked out of the elevator into what appeared to be a large office.
You felt sorry for whoever was going to have to clean your blood out of these carpets.
"Y/N L/N." A man from behind the desk stated, causing you to freeze.
"I think she's surprised to see us, Buck." The other man chuckled.
"Of course, she is. I bet you never thought you'd see us again, huh, sweet thing?" Bucky questioned you, resting his elbows on the desk in front.
"Well, that is why I left before you two woke up." You sighed, walking closer to the two.
"You didn't think you could hide our baby from us, did you?" Steve cocked his head.
"Well, I didn't know who you were or have a phone number, and there's not exactly a message board for anonymous motel sex, is there?" You snarked, taking the seat opposite them.
"You don't know who we are?"
"Besides intimate details, no." You said, causing the two to share a look you couldn't discern. "What I do want to know is why the hell you had me and my friend kidnapped in broad daylight?"
"You're carrying our child, Y/N," Steve said as if that were all the explanation you needed.
"Which I still don't know how you found out about." You raised a brow.
"Our friend's wife works at your doctor's office. He recognised you." Bucky shrugged.
"Okay, enough with the half-assed answers." You snapped.
"You might want to be careful what you say to us, kitten," Steve said warningly.
"I remember you liked my mouth. Or was it just what went in it and not out?" You narrowed your eyes at the blonde as Bucky laughed loudly.
"She's got fire, Stevie."
"Look, we can all agree that this," You gestured to your rounded stomach. "Is not what any of us planned. So, why don't you two go back to not knowing?" You suggested.
"Not knowing?"
"Yeah, me and my friend, who better still be in one piece, go back home, and you two can stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do." You explained. "You won't hear from any of us again."
"And what would you say if we offered you a million dollars to have this baby, give it to us, and you go on with your life?" Bucky offered.
"You could offer me the moon, and I'd turn it down." You shook your head.
"That's our baby, kitten." Steve reminded you.
"It wouldn't be your baby if I filed for a restraining order, would it?" You asked, trying to sound threatening, only for the two to laugh.
"There isn't a judge in this city who isn't in our pocket, sweet thing," Bucky mentioned.
"How about we come to the obvious solution?" Steve asked, causing you to cock your head at him. "Co-parenting."
"There'd be rules." You crossed your arms across your chest.
"On both ends." Bucky nodded.
"And conditions." You added. "Starting with my friend walking out of here without a scratch on her."
"Done." Steve nodded. "One of ours is you, and the baby would have to live with us."
"Excuse me?" You scoffed.
"We have a lot of enemies, sweet thing. It'd be safer for both of you." Bucky mentioned.
"Who the hell are you two?" You snapped, tired of the two's vague words.
"Sweetheart, we're the head of the Avengers mob."
"How the fuck did you not know you were sleeping with two mob bosses?" Wanda demanded as she entered the room Steve and Bucky had given you.
Apparently, the building Sam and the man you'd come to know as Clint had brought you to had many uses.
The lower floors were one of Steve and Bucky's many businesses, this one legal, and the top floors were home to them and theirs.
That now included you.
"I don't pay attention to who people are, Wanda! I don't know who the fucking President is!" You groaned, holding your head in your hands.
"After we fix this, you're not leaving my sight. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting a terrorist to dinner." Wanda sighed, sinking to sit beside you. "Did they hurt you?"
"No." You shook your head. "I don't think they will."
"They kidnapped us." Wanda reminded you.
"They could done a lot worse." You sighed. "Steve and Bucky said they'd call you a car when you're ready to go."
"Like hell, I'm leaving you here." Wanda scoffed. "You can tell them they can either set me up a bedroom next to yours, or we're sharing a bed."
"Wanda, it'd be safer for you back at the apartment." You told her.
"Y/N, after my parents, and Piet, you and these detkas are all the family I have left. I'm not going anywhere." Wanda promised, taking your hand.
"Alright. I'll let them know."
"My friend gets to stay."
"Deal."
"And you keep all your mob dealings away from us."
"We can do that."
"But we need you to stay here for your own safety."
"I have a business to run."
"We have an intern who can take over for you."
"I'd need to meet him."
"We can arrange for that."
"We're also going to need to keep the baby a secret. We've got a lot of enemies."
"I understand." You nodded. "But you should know, it's babies."
Three months pregnant
Steve and Bucky had been quite accommodating in the month you'd been forcibly moved into their home.
The two had given Wanda a room next to yours, though she ended up staying in your bed most nights.
"Someone's got to watch over you."
They brought in their own doctor, who was on hand 24/7 and even found a prenatal expert they trusted.
And strangely enough, for two one-night stands, the two were very interested in you and the babies in your belly.
"And bon appetite!" Steve grinned, placing a plate in front of you.
"You know you don't have to cook for us, right? There's a kitchen in my rooms." You reminded him as Bucky took a seat to your left.
"Bruce says you should stay off your feet. He says there's an increased risk of miscarrying with multiples." He said, pinching a piece of bacon off your plate.
"Hey! Don't touch our bacon!" You gasped, moving your plate out of his reach.
"Buck, you have your own plate." Steve sighed, nodding to the one in front of the brunette.
"Aw, but Stevie, stolen bacon always tastes better," Bucky whined, causing the blonde to shake his head.
"How you two run a mob, I have no idea." You shook your head.
"That's easy," Bucky said, shoving bacon into his mouth. "No one gets to see this side of us."
"No one?" You raised a brow. "Not even Sam, who I saw here two days ago walking around in his underwear?"
"To be fair, he was shot in the leg," Steve smirked. "Makes it harder to wear pants."
"What Steve meant to say is that very few get to see this side of us. Our family basically." Bucky told you.
"Well, I get to see this side of you. And I'm not family." You reminded the man.
"Sweetheart, you are carrying our children. You are more family than you think."
Five months pregnant
"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked as you stormed into the living room with Clint on your tail.
"Just fine, no thanks to your little bodyguard." You snapped, moving into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
"What did you do?" You overheard Bucky ask Clint.
"I did what you asked me. I took her into town like she wanted, and kept close."
"And ruined my date." You said, reentering the living room. "You just had to talk to the guy, didn't you?"
"Alright, Clint, why don't you head home for the day?" Steve suggested with a chuckle.
"Oh, go from one overly emotional pregnant woman to another? Thanks, boss." Clint shook his head before leaving the three of you alone.
"So, you were on a date?" Steve rose a brow.
"I don't have to ask your permission to date." You grumbled before chugging half your water bottle. "Besides, it wasn't a real date anyway. We were gonna have coffee and go into the bathroom." You admitted quietly as your cheeks burned red.
"You were looking for someone to sleep with?" Bucky questioned you, choking on his saliva.
"Don't you two judge me. I wasn't going to say anything about this." You gestured between the three of you.
"Why were you trying to get fucked in a coffee house bathroom?"
"Because your kids have made me so fucking horny at all times of the day." You snapped before sinking into a chair with a sigh. "It's a lovely side effect of pregnancy, isn't it?"
"You know, if you wanted a quick lay, you could have just asked."
"Excuse me?" You rose a brow.
"Well, it's not like we haven't done it before. Clearly." Bucky gestured to your protruding stomach. "And this way, you wouldn't be trying to squeeze in a stall with a stranger."
"Don't think we were gonna make it to a stall, but okay." You muttered. "I thought you two were together, and what we did was a result of way too many shots."
"I mean kinda."
"Bucky!" Steve scolded, reaching out and hitting the brunette in the chest.
"Don't hit me, Steve!" Bucky whined, moving away from the man. "That wasn't all I was going to say, geez."
"How you two run a mob." You muttered to yourself.
"Look, what we did wasn't exactly planned. I mean, we were all drunk, and I don't think either of us planned to get you pregnant,"
"I hope not."
"But it happened. And we're all in each other's lives now." Bucky continued. "And it's not as if Steve and I aren't attracted to you."
"This won't make things weird?" You asked, looking between the two.
"Not if we don't make it weird," Steve told you. "Besides, it's not like either of us is going anywhere any time soon."
"What do you say, kitten? You still horny?" Bucky asked with a smirk.
"Have been for about three weeks." You said, struggling to your feet and moving towards your bedroom. "You coming?"
"Going to be."
"Not as much as you will be."
Eight Months Pregnant
You had been sleeping with Bucky and Steve for three months now. And honestly, you didn't want it to stop. You weren't sure when it happened or how, but you'd fallen in love with the two.
Wanda hadn't exactly been thrilled when you'd admitted the secret.
"So not only are you carrying the two mobsters' babies, you're now in love with them?" Wanda had demanded. "Oh, honey, you're really in it now, aren't you?"
Of course, you hadn't admitted to either that your feelings had changed. Because if there hadn't, you'd have to spend the rest of your life around them feeling an intense awkwardness.
Well, right now, you wished you had said something.
"Shit," Peter swore, his head falling back against the wall.
"Stop moving, Pete." You rasped from across the room. "You've got at least two broken ribs."
There had been a problem at the bakery that only you could solve so after crawling out of Steve and Bucky's bed and showering the stench of sex off you, Clint had driven you to the bakery.
Peter had been with you while Clint had answered a call from Sam in the front room. That's all it had taken before the back room was gassed.
You had called for Clint, trying to warn him of the attack, as Peter had dragged you into the alley.
But someone had been waiting for you in the alley. You weren't sure who it was or how many had been there because someone had quickly hit you over the head.
And now the two of you were chained to opposites of a room straight out of a torture porn scenario.
"Broken ribs are gonna be the least of my problems when Steve and Bucky find us." Peter groaned, closing his eyes.
"They aren't going to touch you." You promised the younger man as you shifted uncomfortably.
To anyone else, it looked as though you were uncomfortable due to the terrible conditions of your kidnapping. But what you were afraid to admit out loud was that your discomfort was because of the twins in your womb.
"They're going to kill me." Peter miserably said.
"Peter, this wasn't your fault." You firmly told him. "And if they try anything, I'll kick them both in the ass." You said, causing him to chuckle.
Before Peter could retort, or you could continue to reassure him of his safety, the door to your prison opened.
And in walked a stunning woman.
"Karla." Peter sat as upright as he could as he glared at the smirking woman.
"Hello, Peter." The woman purred. "So sorry about the rough arrival. Science doesn't like to wait."
"Peter?" You spoke, struggling to sit up. "You want to introduce me to our friend?"
"This is Karla Sofen. She was supposed to be on our side." Peter said, continuing to glare at the woman.
"Steve and Bucky promised me many things, and in the end, they couldn't deliver." Karla tsked.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing like that, sweetie," Karla said, moving towards you. "I'm a scientist. They wanted my help with a few things."
"But we found out she was experimenting on people and their DNA." Peter snapped.
"They said I could continue my personal research." Karla shrugged.
"They didn't know it was fucking with people's genes!"
"My, my, language, Peter. What would your mother think?" Karla asked Peter with a smirk.
"So, you've kidnapped us because you're mad at Steve and Bucky?" You interjected before Karla could continue to taunt Peter.
"A little." Karla shrugged. "But I do get an added bonus by having you, sweet thing." She said, moving closer to you.
"And what would that be?"
"I have a little idea that if successful would truly allow twins, or any set of multiples, to be physically and mentally connected. The problem was, getting a set of multiples. That was until I found out about you." Karla said, kneeling down to your level.
"No." You gasped, unable to stop the tears from filling your eyes and trickling down your cheeks.
Stupid hormones.
"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry, sweet thing." Karla cooed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt them. Not while they're safely nestled in your womb."
You tried to pull away from the woman, but you were already pressed against a wall.
"After all, you can't gauge the reactions of a test subject when you can't see them," Karla smirked, rising to her feet. "You'll be seeing me soon."
"Peter?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think they're looking for us yet?"
"I think they're burning the city down looking for you," Peter promised.
"I hope so." You murmured before wincing.
"Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting up straighter.
"I'm fine." You lied, moving to lie down on the cold floor.
"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Peter snapped. "What's wrong with the twins?"
"Nothing. Nothing. They're fine."
"Y/N." Peter started before you let out a gasp. "Y/N?"
"My water broke, Peter." You whispered.
"Oh shit."
"Look, Y/N, I really don't want to tell the pregnant woman what to do, but you have to try and stay quiet." Peter urged you.
"Fuck off, Parker!" You quietly snapped, biting into your fist to quiet your yells. "This kids not waiting, Pete. I think I'm gonna have to push." You cried.
"Then you're gonna have to push." Peter nodded.
"I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted Steve and Bucky to be here. I wanted the twins to be safe." You sobbed.
"Y/N, look at me." Peter pleaded. "Look, if I could come any closer, I'd be right there holding your hand, but I can't. And unfortunately, right now, this is the situation we're working with. I can't promise Steve or Bucky right now, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen to your babies."
You wanted to nod and smile at Peter's encouraging speech. You wanted to sit up and push these babies out in one go with no problems, but none of that was possible.
"Oh shit." You whimpered, hand shooting to your stomach. "I think I have to push."
Before Peter could respond, two things happened.
One, you were already shimming out of the clothes on your lower half.
And two, the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the room.
"Oh, thank God." Peter breathed, averting his eyes from you. "That's them."
"They better hurry, or both of 'em will be sleeping on the couch." You grunted.
The sound of gunfire easily covered your increasingly louder cries as the baby was getting closer to tearing its way into the world.
You could almost drown out the deafening sound as you tried to remember what your birthing coach had taught you. In fact, you almost entirely blocked out what was happening around you, until the sound of thundering footsteps got closer to your door.
You saw Peter sit upright at the noise, prepared to do what little he could in this situation when two matching gunshots rang out before something thumped to the ground.
The door slammed open, denting the wall it hit, as Bucky and Steve barreled inside.
"Oh thank God." Steve sighed, rushing to your side.
"We didn't think we'd make it in time," Bucky said, picking the lock on your chains.
"Nope, right in time." You grunted. "Enough with the locks. Barnes, give me your hand. Steve, get down there and get ready to catch."
"What?" The two froze.
"She's in labour!" Peter exclaimed, causing the two mob bosses to rush into action.
"Oh, I swear, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"
"Oh, I love them." You gushed, staring down at the bundles in your arms.
After delivering both twins, and them being declared healthy as can be, Steve, Bucky and what seemed like an army, delivered you all back to your home.
Wanda had been quick to squeeze the life out of you for scaring her before giving her goddaughters the same treatment.
Wanda, and, Steve and Bucky's friends had all come and gone, leaving just the five of you together.
"How can anyone not?" Bucky whispered, running a gentle finger along one of the sleeping girl's cheeks.
"It's gonna be really hard to say no to either of them," Steve mentioned, watching the twins with the same sappy smile he'd been wearing for hours.
"You're gonna spoil them, aren't ya?" You smirked at the blonde.
"I plead the fifth." He said, causing you and Bucky to laugh quietly.
"You really scared us today, kitten," Bucky mentioned as the two of you sobered.
"We went a little crazy when we found out you were taken," Steve admitted.
"Peter thought you might burn down the city." You told the two.
"We were thinking about it," Bucky said, and you didn't think he was joking.
"I was scared too." You said, looking down at the babies. "Scared she'd take our babies and hurt them, scared she was gonna kill Peter and me, and honestly, I was scared I wouldn't get to see either of you ever again."
You felt a finger hook under your chin and found yourself looking into Steve's eyes.
"You were scared you wouldn't see us again?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." You nodded, swallowing back the tears at the memories. "I should have said something sooner, but I was scared, but I'm not scared anymore. I love the two of you. I don't want to be co-parents with you, I want the three of us to be together and just be these kids' parents.
I know it's dangerous, and I know I'm going to be worried about the two of you more often than not, but I think you're worth it. I think the three of us being together is worth it." You said, swallowing harshly once you had finished your impromptu speech.
"I can't believe you beat Steve to the speech." Bucky laughed. "Kitten, when we heard you were taken, we decided that once we got you back we were gonna ask you the same thing."
"Really?"
"Yes. And if you'll have us, we'd love to be in this with you 100%." Steve smiled. "As partners, lovers, the parents to the cutest girls ever born."
"Except for their mother." Bucky cut in.
"Except for their mother." Steve agreed. "What do you say?"
"How did I ever think this was supposed to be a one night thing?" You smiled at the two. "Yes. I want this. I want both of you. I want this family."
"And you'll have it."
"Along with anything else your heart could ever desire."
"It already has everything it could ever want."
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I have the bones of a steddie fic but not its skeleton and here it is:
In season 4 there is technically no upside down and Jason did the murders and is purposely trying to frame Eddie. Everyone that knows about the upside-down thinks that the recent events are upside-down related. It's technically not because El did succeed in closing all gates. So the C-plot with the adults is largely unchanged; Joyce and Murray attempt to jailbreak Hopper from the Russian jail where the jailers are attempting to open a gate and are failing. They have no (alive) demogorgons so no colosseum match against one. However, there are two things of note. After months of failing spectacularly, right before Joyce and Murray arrived at the Gulag they get their first moni success. Secondly, Murray has been keeping an eye on Jason, maybe even Eddie and the other soon-to-be victims because of something he witnessed happen a while back. If he was still in Hawkins he would have pointed directly at Jason when the murders began.
The b plot with El and the gang remains largely the same. Because everyone thinks it's upside-down related the government still blames El and tries to capture her the exact same way. She still ends up in the lab with Papa to get back her powers and learns of Henry and what really happened im the lab all those years ago. El realizes that while it might not be an upside-down mess something is telling her that someone has poked the gate. So now they are rushing to Hawkins.
The A plot gets the massive overhaul.
Not entirely sure where to start but im the bench scene with Eddie and Chrissy. Maybe not the entire conversation but something about it being a while since they last spoke and things needing to change and the pressure of being perfect and then we get the "Do you ever feel like losing your mind?" line. Eddie offers her the "good stuff" and invites her to the trailer. However, he tells her that if she arrives first to use the hidden spare key and let herself in because he might run late.
The next few scenes happen just like the show except, Steve doesn't go to the basketball game on a date and there's a run-in with Eddie. Positive? Negative? Im not sure, but it delays Eddie a bit more in finally reaching home. Where he finds Chrissy dead on the floor, a mangled mess in an inhuman way. He immediately runs away and doesn't tell the police because there is a beloved cheerleader that is either 2 or 3 years younger than him brutally murdered in the trailer living room of a suspected drug dealer and accused devil worshipper that is trying to graduate for the second or third time. Two people that should not be around each other and normally aren't. He knows what they would assume. So he gets the fuck out of there and prays to whatever deity exists that no one saw him come home. Also, for a second he swore he saw a silhouette standing over the body flickering out of existence. So Eddie hides.
We follow the plot, with Steve telling Robin about the encounter with Eddie and sounding slightly homoerotic about it when the news breaks about a murder and then Dustin and Max bursts in and the search for Eddie is underway similar to the show. Max says that she heard Eddie drive up to his trailer late last night/early morning but he barely stayed a minute before driving off. Also, before he arrived she remembered seeing her lights flicker and they decide to find Eddie to see what he saw or knew. Maybe even get to him before the eventual mob. They eventually find him at the lake.
Over with Lucas and the basketball team, they are waiting to be interviewed. Lucas has a vague memory of something about Jason knocking on his skull from that night but can not remember it. He watches how Jason reacts towards the news about Chrissy and immediately feels as though something is not right with his jump straight to blood thirsty agression. He also clocks how much more disturbed and affected Patrick is by it. But he puts it away from current thoughts. Chrissy and Patrick were really close friends. He also barely notices that Jason disappears a bit after being interrogated.
Over with Nancy, everything is the same at the trailer park except maybe no Fred hallucinations. Nancy learns about Victor Creel from Wayne and Fred wanders off in the woods after noticing something. Nancy eventually notices Fred's disappearance and tells the officer.
We move back to Steve and his group finding Eddie in the boathouse and Steve getting held up against the wall with a broken bottle to his neck but it stirs some feelings in him he had not expected leaving him a bit breathless. Everything more or less happens in the same dialogue wise except Eddie saying that he wasn't there when it happened and saw a flickering shadow over Chrissy. This leads them to assume Upside down nonsense and they tell Eddie about it. Dustin ends up naming tge shadow Vecna
The group leave. They return. They tell Eddie the cops are looking for him but haven't publicly released his name. While there they see the police speed by and the group decides to follow them, finding the second victim, Fred, dead the se way Eddie described Chrissy and Nancy being interrogated. Nancy sees them and assumes upside down.
While updating Nancy on what they know they try to find the correlation between Chrissy and Fred when Max brings up Miss Kelley and the plot plots like the source except for no visions. Oh and more Steve and Eddie interactions.
Over with Lucas, he realises that what Jason is doing is less than a search or even a manhunt. It almost feels like missionary works, telling people about Eddie instead of looking for him. Even when they went by the band it felt like he was trying to make the band doubt Eddie. They were "lucky" that they mentioned Dustin as knowing as it gives Lucas the chance to get to his radio and in contact with the others and run away. He also notices how shaken up Patrick is about hearing about the death of Fred and how unsure and shifty he seems to keep looking at Jason. Before Lucas gets away he is either told by or overhears Patrick mentioning something happening some months ago.
Back with Max, the councillor refuses to share information on Chrissy and tries to bring up Billy and an incident from a fee months ago. Max storms off, steals the keys and breaks into the school with Dustin and Steve. where she learns that Chrissy and Fred were experiencing the same things including the feeling that something menacing was staring at and hunting her. While there she begins to feel that feeling again.
Everyone sans Eddie and Lucas meet up at the school where they share findings and Max reveals that she is the next target. Everyone doubles down on the Vecna thing, but something has Steve wanting to press X for doubt.
Instead of ending up in the Wheeler basement, they go back to Eddie and they plan there with Lucas who met them at the house. While they start piecing together Vecna's life and filling him in. Steve and Eddie have another bonding moment. Eddie is a bit wary and Steve tells him that he is not sure this is upside-down related to the way they think it is but he doesn't tell the group because he has no evidence for the contrary.
This time instead of Steve volunteering to go with Nancy, Nancy asks Steve to go with her and Steve offers up Robin because they need at least one person that can drive and isnt wanted for murder. And when Nancy argues that she doesn't really know Robin like that Steve suggests that he and Robin go and Nancy stays with the kids. Nancy takes Robin.
Steve and Eddie have a few more moments when Lucas tells Steve and Patrick what he noticed about Jason and Patrick, triggering something in Eddie but no time to explore that. Max hands out the letters including one to Eddie and threatens Steve to take her where she wants to go and Dustin and Lucas tag along.
At the cemetery, Max instead of getting lifted in the air notices that has a calm talk with the gravestone. Meanwhile, as they wait for her to finish talking to Billy, Lucas tells Steve that while she had brokenup with him she hadnt pulled away until a few months ago abruptly. Dustin dismisses it but Steve doesn't. They get the call around the time Max returns about the music and they get the Walkman on her but the feeling of being watched and hunted doesn't stop. She is also confused by the mention of hallucinations. Nancy takes it to mean that maybe Max got it wrong and she wasn't the next one to be killed but Max believes otherwise. They radio over to Eddie and say they are going to the Creel house.
We check in on Jason and he splits the team up, taking an increasingly sad and nervous Patrick with him to look for Eddie. However, instead of going where they said they were going, Jason tells Patrick that they are heading to Rick's place.
Over in the Creel house, they find little presence of the upside-down other than Max or maybe Steves' flashlight flickering for two seconds. Similar to the researchers finding an alarmingly weak signal of energy at the trailer. Even demogorgons leave s higher trace. Dustin and the rest of the group sans Steve don't know what to do with this information.
Over at Reefer Rick Eddie has started to put 2 and 2 together and is getting 22 but the answer is still somehow right. Jason shows up and Eddie tries to reason with Jason but it's of no use. Jason says that they got what they deserve for that night. At this Patrick tries to talk Jason down, buying enough time for Eddie to jump into the boat and start it. But Jason keeps going and barely pays attention to Eddie,
"I might have spared Chrissy if she hadn't broken up with me the other night!" He laughs like a crazy person, "I wanted to get that little Redhead too, but," he sighs, 'I'll settle for only you two."
Jason kills Patrick and Eddie gets away. Does he do it with powers, I don't know.
The group finds Eddie at Skull Rock, and the compass thing happens but not as dramatically. They think it's another Vecna attack but Max takes one look at Eddie and she knows that it is not.
Then something happens and the group splits up like in the show. Not too sure how but it results in the group splitting up and Steve getting hurt. Im thinking that they split up to check the places where the murders happened. The lights flickering and the compass swivelling are concerning. They may have checked the lake and seen a tiny gate with nothing coming out of it because it's too small. The children check the trailer and the older teens check the road and some bats fly out the road gate and attack Steve.
While taking care of Steve and the crack that's when Eddie tells them that whatever upsidedown shit is happening it's a coincidence because Jason is the killer getting revenge for something that happened months ago that involves Chrissy, Patrick, Fred, Max, Jason and himself. I don't know what the incident is but it leaves Jason insanely mad and everyone else involved decided to keep quiet about it. This is the reason Murray had been keeping an eye on Jason because he saw what happened.
Max also spills to the younger teens and they realise they need to catch a person and not a flesh monster with telekinetic powers so they pick up Erica and radio the older teens so they could meet back up at either the trailer or Steve's house.
Jason on the other hand has raised a mob to hunt Eddie and probably enact mob justice just in case he can't make a "hero" of himself and kill Eddie. Andy notices blood on Jason in a place it should not be and is now watching him
It is at this point I have no idea what happens next other than Jason is defeated (most likely through Scooby-Doo shenanigans), no one dies and El explains that his actions were being used by the very real and weakened Henry Creel/Vecna to open a way from the upside down into Hawkins and if he had killed one more person it would have been enough. And Steddie happens.
This is much longer than I expected, but these are my thoughts. I would love to see someone write this and if they do please tag me.
#almost forgot to tag this#fanfiction#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fanfiction#fanfiction thoughts#stranger things rewrite
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theories on orange? like, what's his role and his connection to logan?
Of course you've got the best questions!
So, you and I have both been unsure if Orange and Logan are the same side, if Logan is being influenced or possibly possessed by Orange, or something else entirely, right?
I think my initial theory was that Orange was simply a state of being, one that could affect any side and just happened to have the best hold on Logan currently due to his situation. However, I've been leaning more and more towards the theory that they genuinely are one in the same, but that Logan's constant determination to shove away entire parts of himself (emotions, passions, interests) had resulted in an additional part of himself to manifest, not like Jekkyl and Hyde and instead something more akin to the concept they use for Mob in Mob Psycho 100.
To best explain it in more detail, though, I'd have to divulge some Season 3 spoilers for Mob Psycho 100 so maybe I'll do this under a read more and try to keep the specific spoilers as vague as possible.
So, for those who don't know, in Mob Psycho 100, Mob is a very powerful psychic kid with a deep well of power, but he prefers to not rely on those powers for everyday things. He values hard work and making an effort, and since his psychic powers are so great, he wouldn't need to work hard at all if he used them, so he doesn't use them much at all (except for in his job).
But his powers seem to have a connection to his emotions, so in order to keep his powers under lock & key like that, he essentially has to cut off his emotions, resulting in the expressionless and socially clueless character we know and adore. As he gets swept up in particular emotions due to situations with the people around him, we get a percentage marker that shows what he's feeling and how strongly he's feeling it, until it eventually hits 100% and the emotion bursts out of him, with very little control.
(This is also a big part of why most people interpret the character as autistic.)
But his act of cutting off his emotions and keeping them down is the exact reason behind why they bubble to the surface with so little control later, as well as why he consistently struggles to connect and relate with others at times.
In spoiler territory now, but Mob has a few rare moments throughout the full series where he would be in an extremely stressful situation, experiencing a high amount of either a particular emotion or range of emotions, and if he were to then become unconscious (often by being attacked), this extremely powerful part of him (shown as ???%) would suddenly be unleashed, absolutely uncaring as it destroys nearly everything in its wake.
This is especially the case in season 3 when he finally addresses this thing head-on, realizing that ???% is just....him. Specifically, it's the part of him that he's been suppressing for years, the part that we learn is absolutely furious for being thrown aside and pushed away for so long, the part that wants to express himself and enjoy things and pursue his interests and not force himself into some box that Mob and the society he lives in deems 'appropriate'.
I feel it should be obvious why I can see a comparison to Logan when it comes to Mob's situation. Logan is shown to push away his own emotions, and it wouldn't be all that surprising if that turns out to have some destructive consequences.
The thing I'm unsure about, though? In MP100, Mob is purposefully hiding this other side of himself and while he is unconscious during his other self's tirades, he still has to deal with the aftermath but struggles to take responsibility because "that thing" can't possibly be him, right? Mob is kind and quiet, he doesn't want to hurt anyone or speak his mind like that, he knows not to use his powers to hurt or threaten people. He otherizes this other side of himself, but it's not some alternate self, it's just the parts of him that he's repressed all this time.
When it comes to Logan, I feel that his relationship to the Orange side is likely something very similar to this, but I have to wonder how aware of this other part of himself he truly is.
In Mob's case, it was more a matter of denial; he didn't want to think about it, and it took others in his life accepting that part of him as him before he could truly believe it.
For Logan, whether if this Orange side represents anger or is simply a culmination of all the repressed emotions he has, it's important to understand why it's bubbling to the surface in certain moments in the series.
Anger, for one, is very often perceived as a negative emotion, but in reality, it's an important piece of every person, as it allows people to express when their boundaries are crossed, when they need others to stop or back off, and give them the strength to fight for their beliefs, either in protest of being wronged or standing one's ground. Anger is important but it is pushed down in a lot of people.
I don't think it'd be a surprise to anyone at all if it's revealed Logan has been pushing down not only anger, but many other emotions, as well. And that anger could very well manifest as if it were its own side, disguised as Logan...because, really, it IS him, but specifically the part of him that he (and as encouraged by everyone else) has kept pushed down and hidden. Enough time doing that, forced to suppress how he feels and what he thinks, having his interests mocked or taken from him...it's enough to make anyone snap, really.
And when we consider the effect this has on Thomas in turn (just look at POF and WTIT) where it seems Logan's anger may be connected to Thomas', the others (Patton especially) will not be happy about it and will either expect Logan to get a lid on it again or ostracize him once an uncontrollable outburst occurs.
Unlike Mob in MP100, Logan hasn't spent his time building deep relationships with the other sides, he's been very focused on performing his function to the best of his ability, trying and failing to get Thomas to follow his schedule recommendations so Thomas can maintain better mental health, and only being brought into discussions to provide knowledge and very little else, allowing himself to be used like a tool. And being so frequently dismissed and told he needs to be less intrusive isn't helping matters, it's only backing him further into a corner, preventing him from being effective in his role and keeping him from connecting properly with the other sides.
What's worse, like many real-life scenarios, people don't see a person break from an astronomical burden, they'll see the break from a tiny circumstance that seems like nothing compared to what others may be experiencing.
Unfortunately, Logan has culminated so many misgivings that by the time he truly snaps, it will be from something less burdensome than the bigger issues he's already endured, and because of the other sides' failure to see the towering stack of problems (and Logan's failure to share them), they will be quick to dismiss and ignore Logan's newest struggle and subsequent breakdown because, to them, it will seem like an overreaction. The other sides and Thomas can't act as his much-needed support network because he's been isolating and limiting his interactions with them to only his function as Thomas' logic. It's difficult to sympathize with someone when you don't know that much about them or their situation, especially when you have your own biases about that someone, and they refuse to let you in at all.
And all this creates the perfect situation for the Orange side to thrive or attempt to take more control. Filled with anger, Logan's anger at the constant stress he's under and of being held back, anger towards those reinforcing those restraints, the need to defend himself and stand up for himself... Like Mob in MP100, if Logan is truly incapacitated in some way or weakened enough that this other part of him can't be contained anymore, then the Orange side may be able to finally take the lead and make his opinions known.
The problem with this lies in Logan's responsibility after the fact. What will Orange do with that control? How much destruction will come from his actions? What amount of damage control will Logan have to handle afterward to attempt to save face or resolve what further mess has been made?
In the end, I think it's actually a good thing that something might finally kick things into drive for Logan, because nothing will improve for him at all unless he finally speaks up about how he's treated.
Without anger, he may only fade into obscurity.
I'd rather it be of his own volition, but someone has got to get that ball rolling... So, damn the consequences, right? It's better to get this out in the open, even if it causes a lot of chaos in the process.
#logan sanders#orange side logan#mob psycho 100 spoilers#weird tags but they're relevant#sanders sides#orbs speech bubbles#i added some gifs and pics to make this post more palatable 👌 hope its not distracting#long post#sanders sides analysis
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I’ll just come out and say it (on Anon of course lol): but Terry coming home after a “job” like a mighty conquering hero and sweeping beautiful Daniel up in his arms to carry him to bed like a prize in the middle of the night is Very, Very Hot. Is it healthy? Idk, but Danny boy seems to have a kinky, dominate-me-daddy side that enjoys that sort of thing for the most part. Being thoroughly ravished by a very tall, very handsome—and very dangerous—man is a dream to some, and Daniel’s living out that sexy, knifeblade fantasy. And yes, it’s also very sweet and cute that Daniel will play nurse and fuss over Terry, and patch him up before before getting supremely dicked down by his bandaged Alpha. Also: I suppose it’s also dangerously hot that this sort of thing still continues even after they’ve got a whole bunch of pups. Good to know that Daddy and Mama are still so hot for each other! Those nights are risky but oh so rewarding.
Terry is never going to be the sweet responsible provider that trims his lawn on Saturday and makes soft love to Daniel that same Saturday night, and maybe one Tuesday a month when he's feeling particularly adventurous. That's not who Terry is. That isn't who Daniel is, either. Guys, his Pop taught him how to fillet people if need be ("Always offer ransoms first, cucciolino, we'll get those back one way or another. And keep those guns clean, I'm checking" - "Yes, Pop" "No messing up your mother's hedges at target practice" "That was Louie!" "Yes, and it won't happen twice!") He's going to expect a level of insanity he's not even aware is not normal. So are they going to do things that are, at best, only partially hinged? Yes! Also, this is one of the only pairings where a they up each other's charisma. All the other guys and girls are a bit intimidated by it, or slightly too young, except maybe Snake but there's nothing mutual there. Terry? He's got more where that came from.
All their pups also go hard at whatever they do. And they can get away with it because they're Silvers. And sometimes that means they're going on a collision course with life. Even decidedly non-Mob Daniel made Miyagi go, "How do I calm that punk down? He's a sweetheart, but aaargh!" All his lessons are about focus, calm, balance, precision, to keep him from blowing up.
Terry doesn't have that effect.
So, yes - I'll let them go feral.
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neon eternity
The neon lights are unyielding.
It's a truth of this city. Has been since anyone can remember, bright multicolor the main decor of their lives for years upon years. Sleek black buildings lined with their flavor of choice, or lively signs for that local noodle place you bring your friends every week because it's the best thing you've ever tasted every time; none of them ever quiet. The city's always the same no matter the time of day, night, or evening, because the sense of time most people have is skewed enough that it's not the amount of people milling about that change.
Only the individuals. And there aren't really individuals here, anyway.
It's all in conglomerates. The guy next door works for a massive corporation who doesn't care about his well being or pay rate or the fact that he has a cat named Iofi who loves to people watch on his balcony. The woman down the street has back problems that make her a part of a statistic, just another number to jot down on a log and report to the government. Elected officials just follow along the guidance of the system, because if they don't, they're not getting reelected.
The system will make sure of that.
Names only mean something if you care to make them into a spectacle. The name of your neighbor only matters to you, and maybe to them, but it's to give them some semblance of control in their lives. They pierce the side of their hand with rings because it's possible to do, and they want to do something they've been allowed to choose for once. This name is that, too, whether chosen for them by parents or changed later.
Something that wasn't determined by algorithms going through stack indexes or whatever the hell the computer says it's on. Even programmers don't always know, hoping their home-grown AI can figure out the problems they've invented just for those AI to solve.
When everything is balanced so precariously, however, it's bound to fall.
And fall it did. A tragedy struck, seemingly benign, a trick sent from Mother Nature who was no longer the mother of anything that grows in such a metal prison. A rainstorm.
Streets went slick with rainwater, as per usual, but something strange happened. A power plant had to shut down because of the awful weather. And because of that, the nearby warehouses and factories had to shut down, which also meant they weren't producing.
This started a chain reaction. The people nearby were desperate for work, living so stringently paycheck to paycheck that a single break would break the bank on rent; they started devising a plan to get past the security drones that would come for them were they to default on a payment. But that hadn't been necessary, because those drones were incapacitated by incoming thunder that hit a communication beacon necessary for their operation, which meant they'd all gone offline.
Then, because these factories needed power, other power plants went into overdrive, hiring the staff that were discarded from the previous plant and offering them bonuses to cover the difference. This overdrive couldn't last too long, but because the security drones weren't working, the repair of the power plant was taking longer than expected. So the local power plants started to break down, causing their own miniature sparks of outrage and fear.
And eventually this little ripple turned into a tidal wave, forcing power plants to either close down or stay operating in their tiny, tiny little circle. Except if they did, they'd get mobbed by people who needed power, and quickly shut down anyway.
And there was no power, throughout the whole city. Systems were down, the system was down, nothing could be done.
Somehow, it seemed, the neon lights were still going. Perhaps they simply forgot they were nothing but a reaction of gas and electricity, or maybe they kept some static between them for the rough times in the world, but the neon lights kept on.
Now, of course, that's long behind them. The systems have been built better and brighter, resistant to thunderstorms biblical. And yet a rising sentiment builds in the people that perhaps, just maybe, there's a chance that these corporations aren't invincible, no matter what they tell us or what it feels like.
Maybe rebellion is around the corner. Maybe it won't ever come. Maybe it won't be necessary. Maybe it's the only way to salvation. Only one constant remains true:
The neon lights are unyielding.
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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags
I was tagged by @sorry-for-my-sarcasm. Thank you!
I usually just make these their own separate posts because I try to be conscious of the length so here goes!
Avatar: The Last Airbender - Zuko
The Walking Dead Game - Clementine
Tales From the Borderlands - Rhys Strongfork
My Hero Academia - Shouta “Eraserhead” Aizawa
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Riza Hawkeye
Mob Psycho 100 - Shigeo “Mob” Kageyama
Overwatch - Satya “Symmetra” Vaswani
Mulan - Mulan
Demon Slayer - Tanjio Kamado
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl - Captain Jack Sparrow
I’m usually not good with tagging but hhhhh I’ll try. No one’s obligated to do it lol: @ging-ler @jutsuuu @oodlyenough @skullservants @good-beans @michellespenscratchz @modpsycho100 @duela-quinzel @frankenjoly @monday-headache
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The Arcana Characters In: Minecraft!
Asra
Prefers creative, but joins a survival minecraft world with his frends time to time
Has a MASSIVE farm decorated in all kinds of flowers in every game he plays
Mostly keeps to himself tbh, building a quick house to live in as he explores the infinite world
Yes, he has found the Farlands and will teleport whoever wants to see it there. Oddly, his computer doesn't even lag when he's there...
Has 12 horses, 37 cats, 50 dogs, 108 foxes-
Gives Y/N cocoa beans and exotic items when he comes back (given he isn't lost)
Julian
Can you stop griefing Portia for 5 minutes dear God-
Starts fights with very dangerous mobs and dies 16 times before leaving them alone (if at all)
He keeps parrots and dogs, but can't tame cats (see Portia for the reason)
Survival player all the way, even if he kinda sucks at surviving
If he plays creative, he sends hostile mobs to the "gallows" to "punish them for their crimes" (or sometimes steals animals from his friends and sends them to the lead on a fence)
Will he greif Y/N? Never. In fact, he defends them from every mob as they mine in the caves! How sweet <3
Portia
Poor girl can't build her little cottage in peace without Julian pouring lava buckets all over.
It's not as if she's helpless, she knows just how to get him back with her expansive knowledge of the game.
She could honestly slay the Ender Dragon at speedrunner levels of skill if she was motivated enough, but she lets everyone else have their fun.
Now, this girl doesn't really tame wolves... But she'll have an ARMY of cats in her wake. No one has time to tame cats unless they're away from her, and Julian only leads her to cats to make up for how many of her buildings he's destroyed.
If one of her cats is sent to Julian's "gallows" or if it's been slain, she goes on a rampage of either killing Julian until he rage quits or unleashes her anger upon every mob imagineable.
She grinds for diamonds just to give to Nadia and Y/N (mostly for Y/N, what a sweetheart).
Nadia
Mostly a creative player with a server who helps her recreate a palace, but will play survival if she's invited.
Indulges in diamonds and rare items in game, but she grinds HARD for those things!
Despite not knowing much about mobs, she can pull off a LOT of redstone creations to everyone's surprise (excluding Portia, who's lending a hand).
Also owns parrots and even axolotls, but she'll sometimes trap hostile mobs that look pretty and keep them. I mean, she would have a whole Enderman room if she played survival for more than a week.
If Julian griefs anyone in front of her... He'll be joining the Enderman room. She has server owner permissions after all. Only lets him go if Y/N or Portia requests it.
Speaking of Y/N, she'll share her diamonds and riches with them. Everything they ask for? She'll provide happily! Hell, if she has to trap The Warden for them? Nadia will have it done before you could say "Minecraft".
Muriel
Keeps to himself with one wolf in a hut he built himself, usually not joining the others unless Asra begs him.
Babies his said wolf to make sure it doesn't die. Every fight is fought by Muriel, with his dog sitting on the sidelines.
He doesn't like creative as much, but he will play on peaceful over normal survival. Muriel would never kill animals needlessly, even in the game 🥺
Asra will join his world from time to time, usually to make him feel less alone if Y/N isn't online (he'll deny that he needs company).
If Julian or Portia get near his hut or his dog, he'll flee with his dog in tow just to avoid either one of them stirring up trouble. Especially Julian, who he will make sure will NOT take his dog.
No matter how Y/N plays Minecraft, he joins them happily and leaves his own little world for as long as they're online. If you play normal survival, he gathers a bunch of bread/apples/crops to prevent himself from killing the animals in the game (fish being the exception).
Lucio
(Note: I've never read his route, so this is mostly based on what I've seen from the other routes)
He's permabanned from the server. Everyone will refuse to play with him.
Probably kills peaceful animals and runs from the boss fights, but stops if Y/N asks.
Collects gold upon gold and ONLY wears gold armor to reflect his "true" self (he doesn't know diamond is stronger)
Tbh I don't have much of an idea of him, so I'll leave this up to the reader.
BONUS: Faust!
Poor bby can't play, she only has snake tail 😔
If she could, she would probably stick to Asra closely and follow his play style
LOVES to play with Y/N, and will probably follow them to the ends of the Minecraft earth 🥺
#the arcana fanfic#the arcana#julian devorak#julian headcanons#asra the magician#asra headcanons#portia the arcana#portia headcanons#nadia the arcana#nadia headcanons#muriel the arcana#muriel headcanons
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I thought of a request! (You can write it as headcanons or whatever you're comfortable with)
But Riddle, Azul, Vil, Ruggie, and Idia get turned into females / opposite gender since I see some with trans and/or nonbinary hcs and are having issues in their respected dorms but NOT in a way many assume-
Like Riddle, Azul, and Vil are praised highly and are not being creeped upon by any of the dormmates, Ruggie gets Leona to do chores for her since he drinks that respect women juice HARD, and Idia just gets cute comments and asked to do some art posing for those making a manga/graphic novel/illustration.
I like to think the ships would go wild since I'm more than certain a lot of them are bi or pan if they have attraction.
I have a ship request saved but I wanna know the rules of that before that and I'll look through my TWST OCs to see what I can do with them
jcsjjsdej aighttttttt :DDDD
Genderbend HCs For Riddle, Azul, Vil, Ruggie and Idia
- its absolute chaos lol
- but, like, not in the bad chaos way
- its that type of awkward chaos where you don't know what happened so you just gotta go along with it-
- yeah, that chaotic
- Riddle already collared some students who decided to laugh at them
- but gets really flustered whenever someone compliments her and she doesn't really know what to do until Trey or one of the others who were affected swoop in and take her away-
- the tweels hover over Azul almost 24/7, mainly teasing her about what happened
- no one else can tease her tho- just those two
- anyone who tries gets unceremoniously squeezed
- nothing really changes for Vil, just that now some of his students are probably having a panicc
- Rook constantly follows her to make sure no one messes with her, even though he knows full well she can kick ass in those 13 inch heels
- Idia refuses to come out of her room, there is no way she's going out looking like this
- Ortho kinda ends up needing to go out in her place, but its really not that different from normal
- Ruggie exploits this to her full advantage and makes Leona do his damn chores for once
- he literally can't say no because of how he was raised to respecc women (and how he might get a call from one angy sister-in-law)
- it ends up being chaos divided into two
- the ones who openly simp for them now
- or the ones who prefer to stay away from the problem because its awkward as hell
- there are either compliments flown at them at every minute, or there's someone awkwardly shuffling away as to not get caught in the simp stampede ejfnkjdsnkj
- there ends up being a lot of students in detention cuz Crewel saw one of those said stampedes and issued detention for everyone
- just, everyone goes wild over them genderbending
- so while those closest to them don't change all that much (except for the fact that Leona is doing his cores for once)
- the mob students just- s i m p ncjdsnkj
- that's all i could really come up with actually- o-o
- so yeah, just tons of chaos
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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1
Moodboard by @quantumlocked310
Ivarello’s masterpost here
A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖
A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂
A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩
In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.
Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!
Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊
Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.
Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.
Words: 1806
Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.
Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂
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June 2021
Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"
Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"
Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.
"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.
When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"
He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.
"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."
His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"
The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.
Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.
He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.
"What are you going to wear?"
"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"
"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."
"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"
For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.
Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.
First, his stepmom is not–
Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.
Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.
So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.
Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.
The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.
Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.
Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.
Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.
Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.
Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.
Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.
And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.
Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.
So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.
Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.
So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.
But... Yes, there's a but...
Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.
Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.
Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.
Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.
Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.
And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.
That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.
But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.
And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.
"I can't wait."
"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."
"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"
"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."
"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"
Wait. His mind goes blank.
Fuck.
What? Did he hear right?
As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.
Fuck.
He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.
Fuck.
When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"
Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"
"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"
Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"
But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.
I'll go! I'll fucking go!
He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.
With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."
He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"
Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"
Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?
Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."
With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.
Y/N. Fuck.
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what could hori have done with all might and hawks’ characters if their counterparts didn’t exist?
This gets heckin' long, and just a fair warning, I don't actually have an answer to this question. The TL;DR isn't so much that the girls get in the way or there's nothing the boys can do, or whatever. It's that the story itself is running on a set of busted wheels right now, and I spell out exactly why, under the cut.
Before I begin, I must preface this that I have no idea what the writing situation going on with Horikoshi is. I don't know his thoughts or his notes or his outline or what his writing process looks like at all. I can only make speculations and guesses and say what I might have done in his place.
I and a few other people have speculated amongst each other that these characters only exist because Horikoshi is so pressed for time and tired that he's taking narrative shortcuts and that's why things seem so slapdash and cobbled together lately.
So, if Nagant and Star and Stripe didn't exist, what do we do with All Might and Hawks with what we have? It's hard to say because the Worfing of Hori's new female characters isn't actually the main issue here.
It's the Plot Bus.
For those not familiar with the concept of the Plot Bus, it's a type of bad writing that treats all important events as a checklist of things that have to be done and places they have to go that get hit one right after the other with no room to breathe in between or clear cause and effect reaction telling us how A Event turns into B Event.
Characters either ride along on the plot bus to get from stop to stop or get hit by it for being in the way.
You can have a list of major story beats, but if you can say "And then..." in between each one without being able to articulate how one turned into the other, it's just an interchangeable list of things that can be shuffled in any order and it would feel just as disjointed.
If you're able to say "Therefore...," though, this is ideal because it feels like there's been a progression of events happening, and the specific order and what you learn within that narrative really does matter. If you skip beats, you've missed something important.
There's some very big "And Then" transitions in the last few dozen chapters that just don't transition smoothly together or make any meaningful progress to what's supposed to be happening:
After the war arc, Izuku is devastated at not having been being strong enough to stop Shigaraki in the previous battle and it resulting in injuring his friends so badly, therefore Deku feels like he has to strike out on his own to find Shigaraki and AFO, though he lets the Pros help.
Because Shigaraki and AFO got away Hero Society begins to crumble to the ground and opinion polls for the heroes are plummeting, therefore heroes are quitting by the thousands and there's suddenly a massive shortage of heroes amidst a surge of villains and the streets descend into chaos.
And then Deku unlocks almost all of OFA seemingly overnight.
Because of his recent conviction to try and save Shigaraki, he wants to understand what makes different villains tick.
And then he beats Muscular in a fight, and he doesn't really have a reason except he likes violence.
And then he saves a tall heteromorph lady from an anti-heteromorph mob.
Because of his knowledge AFO can track his movements, Deku has been constantly on the move with little time to eat or sleep, therefore he quickly is becoming ragged and he's started to push away from his support network despite needing them the most right now.
And then AFO sends a mysterious hero-turned-villain lady after Deku to capture him for AFO and he gives her a bonus quirk to do it with.
And then she takes Overhaul with her on the mission.
Because of Deku's conviction to try to understand villains, he asks her how she turned to villainy, and then we find out she was the HPSC's last attempt before Hawks to make a puppet hero.
And then we found out she also was raised by them like he was, therefore she eventually started killing a bunch of people following their orders. And then she realized that maybe that was bad. And then she shot the then-president, therefore they threw her in Tartarus and this whole "fake hero society" is why she's helping AFO.
And then some guys attack All Might's car, but he's ok!
And then Deku beats her, but he saves her before she can fall to their death.
And then Nagant decides he must be a real hero, after all.
And then AFO makes her explode!
And then Hawks catches her out of nowhere when she falls out of his hand and tells her not to die.
And then Hawks is SUPER invested in trying to appeal to her heart to try and save her for some reason despite not knowing her and plummeting to ground because his wings haven't grown back yet.
And then Deku saves them in the nick of time.
And then they learn from her (oh, yeah, don't worry she's not dead, it was a small explosion) that AFO is in this big mansion somewhere hiding.
And then they arrest Overhaul again.
And then the heroes go to said mansion to try and find him.
And then AFO isn't there, he just wanted to get under Deku's skin a bit and make him and the heroes squirm.
And then the mansion explodes!
And then the heroes don't know what to do or where to look.
And then Deku pushes everyone away super hard and is tired and stinky and needs a bath.
And then people wonder if the rumors about a dirty kid villain/hero maybe are real because he runs around all alone and he's dirty and he smells bad but he always saves us, so cool.
Okay, I've made my point now. There are a few "Therfore's/because's" between where I left off and the current chapter, but the writing has just been littered with this half-baked storytelling lately. Even the last couple of chapters, we've found out "And then it turns out Shiggy's body is already done already and we don't have any new developments otherwise, and then there's the top American lady hero."
We got so much new information and characters that we can't see tangibly tethered to setups in past arcs or open up new threads that just don't end up going anywhere. If you cut out what's happened from chapter 307-328, just about the only real progress we've made is:
Deku can wield OFA better now.
Time to fight Shiggy again.
Yeah.
That's it.
We found out about the HPSC that doesn't matter anymore, we got some insight into the civilian opinions out there, some genuinely good and refreshing reminder that heroes need to be taken care of too, learned about UA's defenses a bit, uh- I guess Deku maybe sort of learned more about villains (I think he forgot); but nothing has really HAPPENED except a lot of crying all around.
The plot bus took us in circles for *21 whole chapters* to move us a little to the left.
So, uh... Maybe a better question is, "How do we write these characters back into relevance again, starting with the end of the War Arc, but now we just skip to Deku and Shiggy getting powered up again and ignoring the rest?" To which, uh... I don't really know. It's been an exhausting but cathartic trip to write this out. Maybe I can seriously tackle your question again some other time; but I hope this makes up for it.
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On Maxima
Every time DC wants to put Supes in a relationship with someone other than Lois, I always wonder why they don't just go with Maxima.
Especially since she's basically what they turn Diana into every time they try to hook the two of them up. Why not just go with the actual Superman Rogue/supporting character who is also a warrior-queen? Who is already almost as violent as she is horny, forcing Clark to try to get her to chill out, even as he's tempted to join her? If it isn't already clear, I like Maxima. Her character archetype, the supervillainess who tempts the hero with sex appeal, is one that's pretty damn popular for obvious reasons. Also for obvious reasons, this kind of character can provoke a backlash nowadays.
Personally I think she can still work just fine, she just needs some revamp. The basics of her character and backstory are still solid and offer storytelling potential. She's the Queen of the alien Empire of Almerac. Maxima is drawn to Superman because of his power. The real big fix is changing why she's attracted to his power, and why she came to Earth in the first place, shifting it away from eugenics to something else.
What I'd Do With Maxima
So I'm going to take some cues from the DCAU incarnation of Maxima in that the reason she seeks Superman out is because she's been deposed.
DCAU Maxima got deposed after she met Superman, but she lost her throne because her people judged her too self-absorbed and immature to lead them. Which she totally was, and changing that formed the crux of her character development over the course of the episode. I'd take a similar route with reworking comics Maxima's backstory.
Maxima has just taken the throne when the Interstellar Empire of Almerac comes under the assault of Mongul of Warworld. Crushing Almerac's defenses, Mongul gives the world an ultimatum: Turn over a selection of their greatest fighters to fight for Almerac's continued right to exist in Mongul's gladiator arenas or he'll reduce the entire planet to ashes. He also demands a sizeable portion of the population be turned over as slaves tasked with keeping Warworld running, and he wants Maxima to be among those slaves as a symbol of Mongul's authority over Almerac. Maxima angrily refuses, but her people don't trust in her leadership on account of her youth and immaturity, and Maxima is overthrown. She's handed over for transport to Warworld, but while en route she breaks free and seizes control of the transport. Alone and without allies, Maxima sets a course for Earth to seek out the one person she's heard is a match for the Lord of Warworld: Superman.
Only interested at first in his power, and planning to use and dispose of him afterwards, Maxima at first presents herself to Clark as a potential mate. Her hope is that will entice him to support her on what could be a suicide mission, and that offering power and wealth via marriage will cement his loyalty. Being betrayed by her subjects still stings her though she takes great pains to pretend otherwise. Superman turns down the marriage offer, but agrees to follow her to take down Mongul and free Almerac. The two travel back to Almerac which is in the midst of choosing who will fight on Warworld. Clark pretends to be a native of Almerac and is chosen as one of the champions. Initially planning to stay on Almerac and purge those who betrayed her while Clark fights on Warworld, Maxima chooses to give herself up to Mongul, after he announces that he will be vaporizing an entire continent as punishment for the Almeracans failure to turn her over to him. Amused at her compassion for those who betrayed her, Mongul adds Maxima to the roster of gladiators, and she departs with Clark to the arenas.
Over the course of a series of battles, Maxima and Clark butt heads, watch each other's backs, and gradually fall in love with each other. Maxima admires Clark's resolve, restraint, and maturity, traits she's forced to admit she lacked. She's skeptical of his idealism however, seeing it as a flaw that undermines his effectiveness, particularly when it comes to killing. Clark admires Maxima's passion, bravery, and refusal to settle for anything less than the best in anyone including herself. All traits that make him ponder if perhaps she does have it in her to be a good leader. He dislikes her arrogance and entitlement however, particularly when it comes to her royal right to rule. A frequent source of fights between the two is whether the common person should have any voice in government with Maxima scoffing at that and point at how the mob gave in to Mongul, with Clark countering that Almeracans had long felt unheard and cut off from their rulers. Obviously that they're both super hot doesn't hurt as part of why they end up sleeping together.
Ultimately through a series of events Superman and Maxima succeed in freeing Almerac and driving Mongul away. Then everything promptly goes to hell. Having fallen for Clark for real over the course of their adventure, Maxima repeats her offer to him of marriage, except genuinely this time.
The two have had sex a couple times already, and Clark is genuinely tempted at the prospect of sticking with Maxima. He's grown to enjoy her company (having sex tends to do that), he enjoys the freedom to be himself without having to hide his powers, the Almeracans embrace him as their champion, and as Maxima's consort he could take an active hand in shaping society. At the point in Clark's career where I'd want to do this story, he's growing out of his youthful rage, but he's still not at peace with his lot in life. Earth's inability to meaningfully change at the pace he wants frustrates him, and leaving behind the restrictions of life there does entice him. My point is that I think the appeal of Maxima to Superman should and can be more than just breeding little Clarks as has been the case in the past.
However Clark ultimately rejects the offer. He can't bring himself to cut ties with Earth, Maxima's unwillingness to cede some of her power to her people isn't something Clark can accept, and Clark is also concerned that taking up her offer would compromise his ability to be a hero. As you would expect, Maxima is pissed at his refusal, treating it as another stab in the back. Due to his help in freeing her people and reclaiming her throne, she spares his life but exiles him from Almerac, declaring him persona non grata throughout the Empire.
Unbeknownst to Clark, who leaves after it's made clear the Almeracans don't want a civil war, Maxima is pregnant with his child. The child allows her to avoid entering into a political marriage, maintaining her independence since she now has a heir. This daughter will be groomed in hidden to take over the Empire, which Maxima now has plans to expand. The humiliation Mongul visited upon Almerac has had a big impact on her mindset. Now she's focused on eliminating any potential threats to her people, and she wants to transform Almerac into the greatest Interstellar Empire in the Milky Way. Then it will never be at the mercy of a foreign power ever again.
For stories, Superman and Maxima are clearly going to clash given she's become an imperialist herself, no better than Mongul. You can tell stories about Clark foiling Maxima's attempts to conquer other worlds, or Earth itself. Maxima would occasionally dispatch assassins or go personally to attack Clark, for the purpose of preventing him from getting "soft". The public reason for this is that he's become a roadblock to her aims, and needs to be eliminated. Secretly, her goal is to constantly push him to be stronger because she wants him to meet his daughter one day. Not for any sentimental reasons mind you, Maxima wants Superman to teach their daughter to be his equal in ability and resourcefulness. After learning everything she can from Clark, said daughter will be charged with leading the invasion of Earth. Conquering Earth, and defeating Superman, will be the girl's rite of passage into cementing herself as Maxima's heir. The world of her father, Superman, is destined to be her own Throneworld as Almerac's is Maxima's.
Think you could have a lot of fun in giving Clark a "Damian" of his own to deal with. Personally I'd have it so that the "daughter" would be akin to the New 52 Maxima who I thought had some potential. You could have Maxima and Maxima Jr. argue about the morality of Almerac's expansion, with MJ ultimately taking her father's side which causes enormous problems for her mother since she can't disown her daughter without a replacement heir. I think that could be a fun family dynamic to explore.
Wondering where Maxima will show up next. Part of me was hoping Almerac was that part of underdeveloped Superman lore PKJ talked about fleshing out, but that seems to be either Warworld or the Phantom Zone. I still think Maxima and Almerac have a lot of potential to be major players in Superman's world, but it's going to take someone being interested in fleshing them out. Maybe the upcoming Superman cartoon will accomplish that? If not I'll just have to hope someone will down the line.
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okay last one- may not get around to drawing this one for a While and i know i haven’t been on the origins server in ages but- outfits for osmp cobalt, osmp ro and if you’re up for it osmp grape? the iconic trio (i’ll send it to them if you want)
OOOOOOO YES YES YES
I Adore them yes yes yes
alright, here we go!!!! SO
I would like to preface this by saying, don't feel obligated to draw anything, it's not expected but it is always fun when it happens! plus I already love coming up with outfits, as an absolute nerd for the aesthetics of fashion. also feel free to send these to Grape if you wanna! I really don't mind either way!
OKAY OKAY SO SO SO I think we will go in order, so that means we start with o!Cobalt! I feel like he'd wear like hmmm something comfy but easy to move around in. so he's lumberjack, which means probably doing something that allows for the motions needed to do wood chopping! nothing too restricted I imagine, especially since the outfit you gave him is pretty loose and a bit ragged, which gives a nod to what choices o!Cobalt may make. okay okay so I think he would wear a sort of poncho garments, with holes for the arms. this is to keep the cloak look, and to allow for better mobility! maybe a kinda tight collar that's just a bit looser than hugging the neck, so that leaves and twigs and stuff don't fall into his shirt as easy. Maybe it's made of leather, something that'll last well and is protective enough against stuff like weather and mobs! I think there would be slits in the back, from the hem and up just above the wings. actually hmmm maybe ditch the arm holes and maybe there's 4 slits, two on front and two on back. Think fringe, if fringe were the entire garment and only had 4 segments. Maybe we make it not leather, maybe something similar to what raincoats are made of, or like those clear umbrellas. I think he'd wear comfy pants, like cargo pants or something. he doesn't seem the type to wear shorts. what if he wears booty shorts over leggings or something /j (or worse, over jeans)
I think he's wear like comfy pants, yeah! also hmmm maybe layer shirts. the only question is if he does it backwards or not. button up over t-shirt, or t-shirt over button up? hmmmmmmmmmm okay okay so I definitely wanna keep cape stuff, because what if that helps him feel more secure? gotta consider that type or stuff
I think he gets comfortable jeans OR OR ZIPPER PANTS OR SECRET PANTS secret pants. it's basically super baggy pants that flow like a skirt, they have good air circulation, AND THEY'RE PANTS NO ONE EXPECTS THE PANTS!! Anyway maybe hmmm okay you know those pants that are like kinda baggy and then sinch at the hem? those. baggy pants that sinch at the hems just above the ankles. I think he gets boots! like heavy duty work boots, wouldn't want a branch or block of deepslate breaking his foot. okay I think. hmmmm. thick socks. don't want blisters! (also big chunky boots make for a good shape in silhouette that I like. in this instance, the boots definitely aren't inspired by how I only ever saw you as walking boots due to Invisible and me toggling off all armour except others' shoes. definitely not.)
OSMP COBALT
- gloves. gloves for sure.
- I definitely get the impression he'd wanna cover up, so maybe like loose long sleeve shirt BUT IT HAS STRIPES tasteful stripes like Frisk and Chara from undertale! I feel like a dark blue loose shirt with thick tan stripes and smaller lighter blue stripes that border the tan ones. So a sweater, like a crewneck one!
- heavy duty boots, kinda a light brown! dark laces I'd think. oh yeah look, he has shoes now!! also thick socks like nice wooly ones
- okay so. I know I was all over the place with the pants, but. high waisted pants that go over the boots. like open leg ones, think bell bottom pants but Much Less Bell. like it's loose enough to fall over the boots and they end at about the ankle, but tight enough so fabric isn't flailing everywhere and bothering movement.
- and his outerwear. I'm- cloaks are difficult in this moment because you need to allow for movement n stuff so!! I think it's be lots longer in the back, and it's a sort of 3/4 circle thing. so it falls over the wings, still with slits in the back to allow for movement, and there's arm holes positioned so that the whole forearm is sticking out at a time, ish. Feel free to ask for a diagram or drawing if you are confused on this part, because it is Complicated in my mind. it also clasps at one of the front shoulders!
- and let's not forget! his necklace :D
Okay so I know I said we're going in order but I have IDEAS for o!Grape
so so I watched this video today of an athletics coach + fashion designer talking about a work out skort they made and let me tell you I was thinking about that as soon as I was writing because I feel like it'd fit o!Grape so well since Grape themselves has said that they were going kinda for like a sexy fairy or something, I kinda forget
so!! I think workout skort, which is basically what you're thinking; it's a skirt and shorts all in one. an athletic one is made of a more stretchy material to allow for better movement, and IT TWIRLS because it's a SKIRT TOO!!! so I think o!Grape would have that, in a sort of lavender colour and then I think for a shirt like a tight sort of cropped tank top with criss cross straps around the shoulders. so the straps go in Xs!! ooooh and maybe a sheer material for sleeves!! like a nice flowy material, something light in colour. actually hmm I feel like that shirt in green, and then puff the sleeves!! like gather them at the ends and then bam! puffy sleeves!!! a sheer airy material, maybe with small polka dots that are a similar colour, but aren't like "hey look at me specifically!!" and the polka dots are on the sleeves and around the collar as a small detail specifically for the sheer material. and maybe, maybe Grape is the one with botty shorts and leggings. or maybe shorts and sort of biking shorts! I feel like green shirt kinda dark dull purple shorts would work well, and the shorts would match their wings. I feel like hmmmm sandals that wind up the leg would look cool. like silver sandal looking shoes that sort of go up to just below the knee, kinda looking like vines. I definitely like that idea for the shoes, I'm just a bit unsure for the rest of the outfit
I definitely like the green puff sleeves midcut shirt, and then maybe we go back to the workout skort idea
OSMP GRAPE
- so!! that green shirt we were just talking about, yes. I think the sleeves are sheer, then you have the main section of fabric and I think the back is open if their wings are attached to them (like a loser, imagine your wings not being magic and going through fabric /j) but if they're like Ro's then fill the back and on the front and back is the sheer fabeic, which link up to a fabric collar around the neck. Then there's open patches at the shoulder (good ol cold shoulder neckline!! I love them) and then the raw edges and sealed with fabric. and let's not forget the texturing on the sheer fabric, the only kinda visible polka dots! the gathered sleeves go to the wrists, where they end in purple flowers to help accent the wings
- green workout skort!! convenient for spinning and jumping and flying and everything else in between. I also think a nice blue layer, so it's a double layered workout skort, and it'd help tie into OSMP Grape's eyes without detracting from them
- silver sandals that are like vines, with purple flowers growing along them! I wanted to keep all the purple around the hands and feet that Grape's skin has because I think the purple accents are so cute and work really well
Alright. Okay. Time for my girl!! En's not really a girl, in fact ein doesn't even really have a gender unless en stole one recently. OKAY OKAY SO
I think hmmm. Well en's an explorer, and needs eir spyglass! so en definitely keeps that on the leather strap and wears it across eir shoulders. honestly it may be cute to give them little sunglasses, like big rose coloured round ones! (that definitely doesn't allude to potential lore wink wonk)
So they have the bright electric blue eyes that are meant to seem like they glow even if they don't, and they cannot wear silver or iron because it Hurts and gives them a bad headache if they're around it long enough. like if they have a piece of iron near their face long enough, I imagine it'd be really irritating because it'd give them a pounding enough headache to floor them. anyway I think they'd keep the golden accessories and knick knacks stuff, like their cloak clasp
I feel like maybe bandaged hands and then overtop, thick fabric gloves. This is so they can actually craft iron things without getting burned! I think they'd be the type to wear skirts. maybe they have a really long cloak/shawl/poncho that goes below their knees, and then they have a short skirt to run around in. or maybe they're the one with the shorts and leggings. okay maybe poncho cape shawl thing goes to right about their knees and then they have shorts underneath. and maybe we ditch the goggles for this look, if they have the glasses? hmmmm
OSMP RO
- so, shorts and really fucking long socks that can be rolled up to go under the shorts hems!! the socks would probably be a bit thick, so they can walk around with okay cushioning considering the "I don't have shoes" situation
- I think they do have pink glasses, just tucked away in a pocket somewhere. it's like a momento of the past. and spyglass!! it's under the cape cloak thing, in case en ever needs to take off the layer. it's more convenient. I also think beridding the goggles would give more focus to their eyes
- the cloak still has the gold clasp, and it's less worn from use. It's a different cloak. I think this one would be brown!
- I think their long socks are black to match their hair. when the cloak is entirely blocking their torso, they're a sandwich of black-brown-black!
- I think they'd have blue shorts. I dunno why, but if we were using modern clothes I think they would have like light blue denim shorts.
- bandages on eir hands! it leaves the fingers free but does cover most of the forearm and wrists. then they carry better gloves, full ones, to put on when they're handling iron!
- I think they still have a sweater, and maybe it's a dark blue this time. kinda like one of the lighter shades of the cloak on my actual skin!
#ask games!#didn't check through this one after I did all of them I just check read as I went#so! yeah!#inbox!#outfittime! out fit time!#huelo cobblue :>
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All the good girls go to Hell | pt.2 - How bad can a good girl get?
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: smut ( male receiving ), blowjob, swear words, use of violent words and actions! quick mention of dugs, at the end a lil bit of fluff
w/c: 1.9k
Requests: OPEN
Summary: Tom tells y/n his rules. Is she happy with them? No. Does she accept them? Maybe... But Tom has just one Question in his mind, How bad can a good girl get?
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“Every good girl has a bad girl side. It just depends if her partner knows how to awake the beast”
When we arrived at a huge landing site, Tom took my hand in his rough and murderous hand and got out of the jet with me.
How do I know they're murderous hands?
Because everyone who owns a TV and watched the news at least once, knows that you better not fool around with this man. Not only Tom Holland, but his whole family and his partner Harrisson Osterfield could kill you in within a second in the worst way ever.
Let's start with the father and the mother:
The two people who founded everything. The two people who have the actual blood on their hands. Dominic Holland was a man with little words and more bullets in the gun, which was understandable. Nicola Holland was exactly like that. Everyone was afraid of both of them and wouldn't even dare to go near them. At that time, everyone thought that women could never lead such an empire. Therefore, women must not even be involved. But everyone was shown the opposite after Nicola chased a bullet through her own father's skull. Her father didn't want to hand over the drugs and started discussing with her... Which, by the way, you better not do with the Hollands. So she ended up having no patience, she ended her father and the deal with her own hands.
Let's go to the twins, Harry and Sam:
If you provoke even one of them... you will not be killed directly. no. worse. They will torture you until you beg them to kill you... There was a rumor that they gradually cut off a girl's skin piece by piece and gave it to their dog, Tessa, to eat. They also love to hear their victims scream. Not their name or anything, no. They love it when you scream 'stop' or 'I can't anymore'. However, what they abhor is rape. They would break all the bones of a girl and beat her until their fists were full of blood, but they would never rape a girl.
Then there's Paddy:
You can't say much about him... He's 16, so he can't do much more than help with the usual paper work and be there for someone when he's had a bad day. He is a good boy, but unfortunately he ended up in the wrong family.
And then, the last Holland aka. The boss and leader of everything. Thomas Stanley Holland:
Mercy? This man doesn't know this word. Rules? He doesn't know either. Except his own, and if you break those... Then you can say goodbye to your life. Women and even young girls telling all the time how good he is in bed and that you should listen to him because otherwise he punishes you... He's just a man who has limits, and you shouldn't push them. He tortured and killed more people than you could count. And if you don't follow one of his orders, you're one of them. He doesn't care if you're a young little girl who just wants to go to her parents, or a big strong man who can take a lot, he. doesn't. care. He treats you the way he wants, and if you don't want that... Then you better start praying darling.
Back to the present.
Tom went at a fast pace to a long and beautiful sedan. He opened the door and i stepped in with him.
"Do you want a drink now?" he asked me as he poured himself a glass of wine. "No," I answered briefly and quickly with a bitter voice.
"Why don't you drink? Did your daddy forbid you to drink because you once might have drunk too much and did bad things?" said Tom with a stupid grin on his face. "I've never done anything bad," I replied. "Then maybe you should do something bad"
"And what, for an example?"
"Don't know, kill someone, steal something, take drugs or... Break one of my rules "he whispered the last part.
"But you said you would punish me if I broke one of your rules"
"Yeah, exactly, that's why i want you to do it, because then you experience something that only bad girls do... And what I do with bad girls"
I swallowed. On the one hand, I wanted to find out what he was doing with me- no.
What am I talking about? You're a good girl.
Don't kneel in front of this monster and give him what he wants. He gets everything he wants. But not you.
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When we finally arrived we got out of the limousine and entered a huge large and beautifully decorated villa. But what surprised me the most were the family pictures hanging on the wall. If you looked carefully, you could see that every single one in the pictures is always happy.
You couldn't believe that this family killed so many innocent people.
"Darling, are you okay?" Tom asked with a little smile on his face. I just nodded my head a short 'yes' before following him. We went to a huge room, which I think is his office, and he locked the door behind him.
"I need to talk to you" he told me in a deep and rough voice.
He got closer and closer so I had to step back and finally fell on the chair that was behind a big table. He hoverd over me and put both of his hands on the armrest next me so that i was trapped between them.
He looked me deep in the eye and said, "I will tell you my rules now and you better listen carefully."
"Rule number 1: You do what I say and don't talk back."
"Rule Number 2: If I need a little distraction, then you'll give it to me."
"Rule number 3: If you break a rule, you will take every single punishment I give you like a good girl.
"Rule Number 4: If you are staring at one of my colleagues or even giving a compliment, I will do everything I can do to be the only person you think about in that pretty mind of yours."
"You a-are a b-beast" I told him while tears were flowing down my face. He put his hands on my cheeks and whispered, "Correct, and i just needed my Beauty, and now i found her" before giving me a gentle but long kiss on my forehead.
"And last rule, rule number 5: Don't push my limits, I'm a very impatient man and I always get what I want and I don't show any mercy. I don't give a single fuck that your a girl, I'll destroy you if i have to. And with destroy, I don´t mean that i will hit you, no. I don't hit women, and especially not you because you're mine from now on. Remember that. By destroy I mean that I'm going to tie you to the bed and fuck you so hard and long that you're begging me to stop, tears are going to run down your cheeks and your whole body will tremble. And we won't stop until I say so."
I starred with pure shook and glassy eyes at his face,
It slowly started to get dark and the clock on his table showed 10.42 pm. He also noticed that and said,
"Come on, let's go to our bedroom"
„Ours?“
"Do you seriously think we're sleeping separately?" he laughed.
"I-I don't want to sleep in a B-bed with you, please"
"Come on darling"
"No!" I shouted. We both stood now and he started to walk slowly to me.
"What did you just say" He was right in front of me and he pressed me against the wall... again.
I just stuttered because I didn't know what to say. I knew exactly that when I talk back it won't end well, so why did I do it? Where did self-confidence came from?
Tom grabbed my chin with his rough hands and whispered with a rough voice,
"Get on your knees"
I looked up at him with glassy eyes,
"N-no, p-please d-don't do t-this to me"
He just looked me deep into the eyes with a stern look and repeated,
"Get on your fucking knees before I make you darling"
Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I went down on my knees front of him. Right infront of my face was his crotch now.
He started to open his belt slowly and that was the moment I knew that I should have been quiet. He started opening his dresspants and took his cock out.
"Did you ever sucked a cock before?"
I shook my head 'no' and he just hummed a short 'alright' before he made a makeshift ponytail with his hand and pushed my head to his cock but I didn't opened my mouth.
"You better open that pretty mouth of yours, before I go and grab the ring gag, babygirl"
After he said that I looked up at him and slowly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.
I started to give his tip a few kitten licks, but that was too less for him, he pushed my head so far ahead that i had his whole length in my mouth and demanded me to suck.
"Fuck kitten, just like that"
I started to suck even harder and he started to moan louder and breath heavily.
"Such a good cockslut for me, fuuuuck!" he shouted with his eyes closed.
I bopped my head faster and i could feel him getting close.
Why don't I feel bad?
Why don't I find it disgusting?
Why do I even like it?!?!
"Fuck i'm gonna come kitten"
I got up again and he put his clothes on while I stood completely frozen infront of him and thought about what I just did.
After i gave his tip on last kitten lick he came in my mouth with a loud 'fuck'
"That was really good for your first time princess"
"Come on, let's go to bed, it's pretty late," he said as he walked toward the door.
"Don't you realize what we just did?" I said after a while.
"Yeah, you just sucked me off and then swallowed my cum like a good girl"
"You practically rapped me!"
"Rule number 1 darling" he said in a singing voice with a slight grin on his stupid but handsome face.
"You're sick" i whisperd in a harsh tone.
He turned and went back to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"No, I just have my needs. And it looked like you were enjoying it "
"I would never enjoy to suck your cock" i growled.
He just let out a tiny laugh and leaned in so that his mouth almost touched my ear and whispered,
"I don't think you'll say the same thing in 1 month babygirl"
After he said that, he gave me a gentle kiss on my right cheek and scopped me up in his arms. I didn't wanted to break another rule, so i put my arms around his neck and let him carry me to 'our' bedroom.
When he arrived, he threw me on the bed and laid down next to me after he undressed all the way to his boxers. I was still in bed wearing a T-shirt and a leggins, the same thing I've been wearing since he took me with him.
"Do you want to put some clothes of mine?" he asked me with a soft voice.
I nooded a short 'yes' before he got up and came back with an oversized T-shirt.
"Take off the Leggins too, it's hot in here"
I obeyed and took off my leggins and T-shirt and put on his oversized T-shirt.
We both put ourselves back to bed and he pulled on my arm so that i put my head on his chest, then he swung his arm around me so that his fingertips caressed my shoulder.
Why did I like it?!
He's sick, get away from him!
Be a good girl and try to escape!
But fuck,I like it.
"Good night princess" he whispered with a rough and scratchy voice.
"Good night Tom"
And so I fell asleep in his arms.
In the arms of a monster but in the arms of a man with a big and good heart, i just have to find it.
There's something good in him.
And maybe there's something bad in me.
a/n: Hope you like this one! please give me some feedback :) You can comment or dm me when u may have some ideas!!! the crossed out name(s) sadly didn´t work :( Just want to say real quick that this serie won´t be that long and it will be mainly about Tom and y/n ! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3
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So...not entirely sure how to pull all of this together but I'll try.
This is take 5 : me trying to put this criticism in a respectful manner.
In my first three takes I had a lot of stuff to say about your depiction of gangsters (and bakers) but after talking a bit to my Da I realized I need to put my biases in check.
So, just to get it out of the way, I think Caught In The Fire suffers from the uninspired.
At the moment, it looks like a (gangster + bakery) au = lovable fic
Slowburn
a typical equation, that actually could be taken in very interesting ways. Except in the first five chapters so far I am not seeing anything particularly interesting to keep me hooked (besides the good quality writing). There's a bit of former sort-of-a-relationship angst, gone mother vagueness, one brief conversation about a dead gang that at this point means nothing, and so Far a promising cast of original characters and canon characters that have not done anything interesting so far.
I am very aware the story is in hiatus but just looking at it as is...there's quite a bit that hasn't been solidified yet. (especially when I have experienced fics that are anywhere to three to six chapters long and in hiatus since 2007 that have laid a lot of groundwork and get the ball rolling really fast and hard before you check last updated and then you spend years afterwards pining for what might have happened and hugging what you have so tightly because you have to deal with the fact that the author might never come back but at least they left behind such a beautiful fragment that was shaping up to be a masterpiece but the fragment itself is all there is so that what you study and read again and again-
sorry, not over it, but you get my point)
but this is just the peas and carrots before the actual potatoes.
This is where the root of my criticism comes from.
I've tried like six times to get my thoughts in order and it ended up in huge paragraphs with additional bullet points but now I'm just gonna do this rapid fire instead. So ready set go:
Bucky is a good person but is also a criminal and a mob boss which usually means that he would be doing a bunch of super immoral shit as his job. Remind me again how exactly this means he is a good person? Better yet, what exactly does his job entail???? will we ever see Bucky at work or only vague references? (either one is fine its just I need to know because my mind wont let go and I kinda can't figure out what exactly to expect at this point)
Why would Peaches not encourage Bucky to leave his criminal family and get the hell out of dodge when he could? Why on earth would she tell him to STAY on such a path??? Its hard to say she was selfish if she wasn't expecting to see him again, is it?
The bakery could be a bigger part of things, whether its Peaches characterization or actually being a part of the setting or even a plot point. Right now I can not help but wonder why it has to even be here when it doesn't have to be. She literally could work anywhere else and get those cupcakes custom ordered and when they were little they could have been hanging at a bakery. (Also, actually working a bakery is super hard work, like insane hard work. Hint: most of the time, they have to start at like five in the morning and be lifting damned heavy trays and be on their feet all day)
The brief mention of a rival gang getting wiped out made me think of Tywin Lannister wiping out the Reynes and Tarbecks in ASoIaF, and that got me thinking that maybe it doesn't really makes sense in your story that Bucky's Dad wiped out an entire clan of his rivals and that became the ultimate warning because its more likely for innocent and slightly less innocent bystanders to get murdered. (well, what I should mean is that while rival clans killing each other does happen there is way more bodies underneath every rival's eventual corpse...Does that make sense?)
So those are my main critiques against Caught In The Fire. Frankly, looking back, these are more like questions that haven't been answered yet but they are driving me crazy anytime I think about it.
One of my main issues at first was the first one. The fact that you depict the Mob but don't really shed light on the many crimes and evil shit they would do. There's a couple possibilities here tho.
One, we haven't gotten there yet.
Two, You yourself are not interested in going down such a dark path for you story and I like dark stories so this where both our tastes go different routes.
I think One is a bit more likely when you continue CitF and Two is me having to seriously put my wants and expectations in check even if it turns out its One.
(I apologize for judging you so hard before I started reading more of your work. Even now, I must apologize twice over because my earlier drafts of this made me sound like a dick towards you. Personally, I like to explore super dark violent shit a lot in stories, whether writing, reading, or watching, so I reacted really inappropriately at first when I was putting together this.)
I'm Sorry. I am sorry. Your work, your writing, all of it is amazing. Your stories are loved, and are beautiful. Your work stays, and I am sorry for being an ass about Caught in the Fire because I got blinded by my blind hunger for edgy shit.
So onto other things.
I really like the little sister. I hope to keep on seeing her. Actually, it would be great for Steve and her to get together and talk art.
not so sure how to feel about the additional friends in Peaches cast at this point but I've seen how you've dealt with this before so I ain't worried at all.
Can't wait to see the other gangs. Who even are they?
Quick theory/question: What if it was all a lie? What if Bucky was the one who killed those rivals? Did Bucky bury the bodies that laid the foundation of what he is now and Peaches is going to find out/its gonna come bite him on the ass now?
anyway, I really hope I didn't fuck up this critique too badly. I'm actually a follower but I am also a coward, so that's why this is on anon.
I look forward to the next chapter of Burn the Witch and to the next time you update Caught in The Fire
-in collo sanguine
Hi there,
No reason to feel nervous about it, we can all exchange our different opinions as long as those opinions are stated respectfully, and I appreciate you taking the time to send me this ask and share them with me in such manner.
So I'm not really going to explain the parts you found boring/uninspired because that's the thing about fiction, you can't convince someone to like a story. That's just not how it works, no reader is obliged to like every part of a story or every story from a person. Most of the time we as readers have different preferences, but it is also important to keep in mind that writers might have different expectations/preferences from their stories, which sounds like you are aware of it, so ;
To explain your bullet points:
*Bucky is a good person but is also a criminal and a mob boss which usually means that he would be doing a bunch of super immoral shit as his job. Remind me again how exactly this means he is a good person?Better yet, what exactly does his job entail???? will we ever see Bucky at work or only vague references?
If I continue that story, and that's an if right now, the main character is definitely going to see Bucky doing some messed up things that would make her question whether he actually is the "good person" she clings to from her past.
*Why would Peaches not encourage Bucky to leave his criminal family and get the hell out of dodge when he could? Why on earth would she tell him to STAY on such a path?
One of the main themes of CitF was actually the theme of running away/not being able to run away from one's family. Granted it's not always as strict in real life as it is in the story, but breaking one's family's influence over them is one of the biggest plotlines of the story. Bucky basically had as many options as Peaches did back then, and he couldn't leave his family behind just like Peaches couldn't, when Bucky asked him to. Family can be very manipulative without letting their children know about it, and a lot of the characters had that...influence on them.
* The bakery could be a bigger part of things, whether its Peaches characterization or actually being a part of the setting or even a plot point. Right now I can not help but wonder why it has to even be here when it doesn't have to be. She literally could work anywhere else and get those cupcakes custom ordered and when they were little they could have been hanging at a bakery. (Also, actually working a bakery is super hard work, like insane hard work Hint: most of the time, they have to start at like five in the morning and be lifting damned heavy trays and be on their feet all day)
It was actually the theme of family, again. Bakery was there as a symbol, the earlier generation's hope for starting fresh only to trap the next generation in their dream. (Yep I know it's hard work, my cousin owns a bakery)
*The brief mention of a rival gang getting wiped out made me think of Tywin Lannister wiping out the Reynes and Tarbecks in ASoIaF, and that got me thinking that maybe it doesn't really makes sense in your story that Bucky's Dad wiped out an entire clan of his rivals and that became the ultimate warning because its more likely for innocent and slightly less innocent bystanders to get murdered.
Wait, you mean the earlier rival gang thing that killed each other? That wasn't Bucky's father, it was a different gang. Peaches mentioned that because that's basically the worst scenario that can come out of a gang war.
It is One, I was planning to get more into that dynamic and what it entailed more as the story evolved, seeing that we only know the story from Peaches' perspective, it would take us (and her) some time to actually witness that.
No reason to apologize for it, the important thing is that you sent me this message and shared your thoughts with me, and I'm glad you did. Like I said, if you like very dark and edgy stories, it might not be for you and there's nothing wrong with that. There are so many wonderful authors that write like... darker stories.
Thank you, and don't worry about it, it's only by talking that we can understand each other, and I really appreciate you explaining your viewpoint on it.
Happy reading!
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Leaving a former assassin turned mob boss alone with his thoughts and anger about his... Whatever him and Carly are, since that seems to change every ten minutes going through what she went through, is a stupid idea. Especially for two hours.
It's either that or confront the fact they've kissed and had sex in the same 24 hours.
Not exactly the most friendly things to do.
This is exactly what he's not supposed to be thinking about, yet it's what he's thinking about while he's sitting in a chair at the hospital.
Turns out that when he's not doing illegal things, he can actually have time to think and not freak out about the cops finding out what happened. Time to think about them and how he doubts they'll ever go back to normal. A one night stand is one thing, a kiss after you get kidnapped and raped is a completely other thing.
Go figure, the one person who he could willingly discuss this with is the same person who he can't right now.
Maybe talking about this with Sam would work?
Nope, scratch that. Even though she's moved on from their relationship, they're not that close of friends and really only hang out for their kids sake.
If this was a year ago, he'd say he should go to Sonny, since he can't go to Carly about it. But then again, if it was a year ago or if Sonny hadn't vanished, been presumed dead long enough for even Carly to believe it (which meant he, by extension, believed it finally as well), last night never would've happened. Not in a million-
Alright maybe it would've happened but he doubts it. After all, a year ago, he was with Sam and Carly was with Sonny.
Does this count as a betrayal, sleeping with her? Not like conceiving a child on his biological brother's grave with the woman who's the reason he's dead. Or knowing that your best friend is in love with someone but sleeping with her anyways out of horniness.
Maybe he's still a little bit mad about those things.
Or a lot bit mad.
Thinking of all the times Sonny's betrayed him is definitely not helping the fact that anger is just about the only emotion he's feeling right now. Notably, that comes with the exception of confused and that one's only because he's seriously confused about what the hell him and Carly are right now.
Just thinking about what she must be going through right now... It makes him so furious he could take someone out for even mentioning the word. Or something negative even in the slightest bit about her.
That last part might be a telltale sign he needs to do an evaluation of his feelings for her but after this. Probably should right now, but he doesn't want to.
Even the mention of what happened to her, which is spreading through the hospital like wildfire (whoever spread that information first is on his shit list and that is not a good place to be), makes his blood boil.
Cyrus did that to her, he decided to treat her like an object. Like she's some disposable thing, that after he had his fun with her she'll be killed to hurt his business competitor. And the fact that he'd managed to scare her, that he'd managed to do something so difficult he thought it would never happen again unless something happened to one of her kids or him. That part makes him want his head on a stick outside his front door.
And the only reason he did it is to hurt Jason, to make him feel hopeless and in despair and angry and hurt. The only reason she went through that is because of him. That's the worst part, for him, that he's responsible for her going through that, that it's his fault. Even though he knows that's not how it went down, that he's not responsible for Cyrus's actions or her kidnapping and rape, that's sure as hell what it feels like. It feels like everything's getting blurry, like the lines he had drawn in his life are bleeding into each other.
Keep her safe, that was always his number one rule. Even if it meant getting hurt himself (which it normally did), keeping her safe has always been his priority. It's why he tries, unsuccessfully, to shelter her from the mob.
When she needed him, really needed him, he couldn't do that for her. He wasn't there when she needed him the most, when she needed him to save her and get her out of that situation.
No matter how you frame it, what he's doing is beating himself up for something that he knows to be his fault. Maybe if he'd been there, sent someone else to deal with Florence and stayed at the house with her, he wouldn't be dealing with this right now. Maybe then, she wouldn't have been kidnapped and raped.
"Jason?" Britt asks him, noticing he's zoned out. "She's fine. Carly's not pregnant and we gave her a pill just in case to prevent against it. She doesn't have HIV or any other STD's, I ran a full test. As far as I can tell, her uterine health is great right now."
"Thanks, for the update," he thanks her, remembering where he is. "Can I, uh, can I go see her?"
"Yeah, the sedative wore off and she's been complaining and crying for a few minutes. She's in room 3115," she tells him, noting the relief and pain on his face. "You doing okay?"
"What matters right now is whether Carly's okay or not." Jason answers her quickly and his feet take him to the room she's in, somehow. He doesn't even know this hospital that well.
That's new.
"I woke up a few minutes ago and they told me they were looking for you, where were you?" Carly asks, aggravated.
"I was in the lobby," he tells her, wiping away her tears as they come. There's a look of relief on her face through everything, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest.
"Why didn't they let you in before the sedative wore off? I thought I'd been taken again, I was yelling for you," the blonde complains.
"Apparently I'm a hard guy to find."
"You have seven black shirts, seven pairs of blue jeans which you haven't replaced since the 90s, and a leather jacket. That's pretty much all you ever wear. I can't remember the last time you wore a suit. Or a shirt with any color in it at all. How hard could it be to find you?"
"You're just saying that because you always know where I am. It's a sixth sense of yours."
"True. Maybe it's time to spice up your wardrobe with some colorful shirts. We could start with blue and then ease into colors like yellow or white eventually," she suggests cheerfully.
"Carly," he warns. "I like my clothes."
"I know you do, but you need more variety in your life, Jason," Carly argues.
"You keep life interesting enough, trust me," he assures her. "I'm sorry for what happened to you tonight, you know that, right? It's my fault, if I'd gotten there sooner or I hadn't left you alone, this never would've happened."
"No, it's not. Cyrus would've gotten me another way, or he might've gone and snatched one of your kids. Danny, Scout, Jake, they don't deserve that. Neither did I, but if that happened to one of your kids? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself and he could've killed them easier. At least with me, I'm alive. Severely traumatized, but alive," Carly says, hugging him gently as to not hurt herself.
"Yeah but if I'd been there to protect you-"
"Then he would've gotten to you another way or waited until you went to sleep or went back to your dull apartment where the only piece of decor is a moss bowl. I'm a target, alright? We've known this for years, and what happened to me is not your fault. It's as much my fault as it is yours. No one deserves what he did to me, not even that dirt bag himself, and you cannot blame yourself."
"He did this to you as a way to hurt me!"
"And if Sonny were still around it would've been as a way to hurt Sonny. He hates me, alright? Cyrus hates me so much he wanted to hurt me, just as bad as he wanted to hurt you. It's not your fault that he's a monster." She attempts to help him see that it's not his fault, but he doesn't.
"The only reason you know about this business is me. Practically every bad thing you've gone through, Carly, is because of me by extension," he tells her, feeling a tear slip out of his eyes.
"You didn't force me to be a part of the business, Jason. Hell, it was your worst nightmare. I made that choice for myself, to marry Sonny and, when he died, helping you run his territory. I knew the risks and I did it for me, for you, for my family."
"For me?" Jason asks, confused. "How do I factor in?"
"How do you factor in? You're my family and you needed help. Of course I was going to help you! Even when you tried to talk me out of it," the blonde continues, smiling widely.
"That help could've come with Max or Milo or someone else."
"And there's a reason it came in the shape of me. You trust me more than them, even with this business," she smiles.
To be continued when school ends because FUCK IT'S BACK NO
@ryleighjosephine
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Little Clown pt 1
Yes, yes, yes oh, boy. Here we are!! The Sequel to TWIV. It took me a while to finish this first part, hopefully y'all enjoy it 💖💖
PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc/Joker x Oc
WARNING: Unrequited Love, Child Endangerment
Part 1
Taglist:
@gloomyladyy @princessgeekface @memory-mortis (ps I apologize if I left some people out. Just message me again if I forgot)
"Mommy, I don't want a clown at my birthday party." A little girl said, troubled.
"I know, sweetheart, but clowns aren't so scary. Could you please try for me?" Her mother said, holding her hand.
It was 1993 in Gotham City. It had been 12 years since the incarceration of The Joker. Chaos was still rapid in Gotham, but the police didn't seem to care.
Sandy Fleck was one of Gotham's notorious villains, who rose to the top in popularity. Half her popularity came from followers of The Joker, hoping to seek guidance from her. The other half came from the angry mob of Gotham City, who were still hurt by the damage. For those who knew her on the streets, She was known as Dolly. She had the city tight around her finger. The only thing she was missing was Arthur.
Her daughter looked up at her. "I'm not afraid of clowns, Mommy. I just don't like them. The news doesn't like them, so why should I?" The little girl frowned. Her green emerald eyes were staring into Sandy.
"Ruthie, not everything on the news is trustworthy. Besides, I'm pretty sure your will love it." Sandy said.
"What friends, Mommy?" Ruth replied, monotonous.
Ruth Quinn Fleck wasn't like most kids her age. She was very smart, but not so sociable young girl. From the age of 5, Ruth was diagnosed by a medical professional that she had Asperger's Syndrome. Her doctors were still confused about Ruth's behavior, hoping that maybe by the time she was 8, Ruth could grow out of it. Ruth was nearing the age of 10, with her birthday being a couple days away.
The two crossed the crowded street. Ruth held onto her mother closely, as they walked into their small, yet, comfortable apartment complex.
Sandy didn't move from the old apartment complex. After all that happened, she decided that the best place for her little girl was the complex. Sure, it was an awful complex, but there was something about it that felt so warm and familiar.
As they walked up to their apartment, Sandy walked past a certain apartment door, flooding memories of someone she missed.
Sandy unlocked her apartment door, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.
Ruth took a small juice box from the fridge, and darted for the living room. Ruth turned the TV on, and switched it to the news.
Sandy giggled to herself. "Why do you only watch the news?"
"I dunno. I like the news. It's interesting." Ruth sipped on her juice box.
Sandy smiled, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and preparing dinner.
"Twelve years ago to this day, Thomas Wayne was killed outside the Monarch Theater. In remembrance of him, we've gathered here at the theater with the young Bruce Wayne, Boy Billionaire over night."
Sandy rolled her eyes. "Ruthie, don't watch this crap. All they talk about is Bruce Wayne."
"Not all the time. They also talk about Joker." Ruth replied.
Dishes clanked in the sink, causing Sandy to break a mug, cutting her finger.
"Ruth. We don't talk about Joker, okay?" Sandy said through her teeth.
"Why not?" Ruth inquired.
"Because," Sandy rose her voice, then closed her eyes before calming down. "Because, I said so." Sandy spoke softly.
Ruth looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to upset you, Mommy."
Sandy rubbed her temples in frustration. "I know, baby. I know."
The telephone rang on the kitchen counter. Sandy rushed over to get it.
"Hello?" Sandy answered.
"Hey, Dolly. We got ourselves another client. Do ya think you can meet us downtown at 5 o'clock?" A gruff voice said over the phone.
"I'll see, Rudy. Where is the meeting at?" Sandy turned towards her daughter, who was focused on the TV.
"Roxy's Cabaret. Our client also said he wanted to met Joker in person." Rudy explained.
"Well, he's gonna be surprised. Joker is still incarcerated, remember?" Sandy replied.
"Dolly, my hands are tied here. It was the only fib I could use to get him to see us. Anyway, do you wanna take the job or not?" Rudy said, impatiently.
"You haven't even told me the job, yet." Sandy scoffed.
"Look, I don't got time for this, Dolly. Just be here by 5 o'clock." Rudy hung up the phone.
"Who does that lowlife fucker think he is?" Sandy grumbled to herself.
As it was nearing 5, Sandy did her makeup in a small vanity mirror.
"Mommy, do you really have to go?" Ruth said, standing in the doorway of her mother's bedroom.
Sandy sighed, putting on a strapless dress. "Yes, sweetheart."
Ruth looked up at her mother, disappointed, but her lack of emotion on her face couldn't show it.
"Sugar, I know you're upset, but I swear I'll be home by 11. Please don't do what you did with the last babysitter." Sandy finished the rest of her clown like makeup.
Ruth still kept her disappointed eyes on Sandy.
She heard a knock on the door. "Could you get that, sweetheart?"
Ruth huffed nodding.
A tall blonde woman in her twenties appeared that the door. "Hiya! Is ya mommy home?" The woman smiled, cheerfully.
Ruth glared and nodded.
"Well, aren't ya gonna invite me in?" The woman asked.
"I don't like you." Ruth said, still glaring at the woman.
The women's cheerful demeanor disappeared completely. "Maybe I don't like you either."
Sandy headed towards the door. "Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I was worried that I was going to have to leave her alone." She sighed in relief.
The woman brought up her false happy demeanor again. "No problem. I'm Harley. Very nice to meet ya."
"Sandy. It's a pleasure. Emergency contacts are on the fridge. She needs to be in bed before 8." Sandy kneeled down to Ruth's level. "Promise me, you'll be good."
"I promise, Mommy." Ruth kissed her mother on her forehead.
"I love you. I'll be back." Sandy walked out the door, putting on her coat, heading to the elevator.
Ruth turned on the TV, turning up the news.
"Does ya mother always looks like a circus act or does she have some type of gig?" Harley asked, rummaging through the fridge.
Ruth didn't answer her eyes were glued to the TV.
"Breaking news: Just a few minutes ago all of Arkham's electricity turned off, then back on again, but 10 inmates were reported escaped from the facility, including the most infamous clown, Joker. One female inmate was also released from the scene, most known as Harleen Quinzel. The police have speculated that the two were working together, and helped each other escape. In further new-" Harley unplugged the TV.
Ruth looked up at her, confused.
"That's enough of that. You're mommy's gonna be quite surprised when she gets here. Mr J has been dying to see her again. It's a shame that she's had you, isn't it? Mr. J isn't gonna be so thrilled to see you up and about." Harley sneered.
Ruth turned towards her. "I hate you. You're mean."
Harley stuck her tongue out. "That makes two of us. Now, Mr. J told me to call him once I got her and I said I would so, beat it."
Ruth grabbed Harley by waist and tackled her to the ground.
"Get the hell off me, twerp." Harley yelled, throwing Ruth around.
Harley threw Ruth to the ground. "Now, listen here, you little shit. I told Joker I wouldn't hurt you, but I'm sure he'll make an exception." Harley pulled a small dagger out of her pocket. She hovered over Ruth, about to lay the knife on her.
A man in a red suit and clown makeup walked through the door. He pulled Harley off of Ruth.
"Mr. J, I'm sorry. She wasn't cooperating with me, so I did what I had to do." Harley said, feigning her innocence.
The man glared at her. "Leave, Harley."
"What?" Harley spoke quietly.
"I said, Leave. I don't need you anymore. I found what I've been looking for." The man said, looking over at the little girl who had no expression on her face.
"But, Mr. J, I thought we-" Harley was cut off by a laugh.
"We what? What did you possibly think we were? I told you our deal was simple. I helped you out of Arkham, then you were to help me find Sandy. You helped me, and I helped you. I've had enough of your services." The man turned over to Ruth.
Harley glared at Joker, then bolted out of the apartment.
Ruth got up and looked up at the man. "You're the Joker, aren't you?"
The man chuckled. "I wasn't always called Joker. My real name is Arthur."
"My name is Ruth." Her emerald eyes were the same as Arthur's as they stared at each other.
"That's a nice name. Who's your dad?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to her level.
"I never had a daddy. My mommy says that my daddy was a kind man, until he changed." Ruth looked away from him.
Arthur frowned. "I understand how you feel. I never knew my dad. My mother lied to me for all my life. Your mother taught me things I could never forget. Where is your mother now?"
"She's at work." Ruth yawned, rubbing her eyes.
Arthur smiled slightly. "Someone's tired." He picked Ruth up in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom.
"I like you, Joker, unlike the news." Ruth said, half asleep.
Arthur smiled, placing the small girl in her bed.
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