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kaywavy · 3 months

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transforming soffits reorganizing keys formalizing immersion joints justifying kick extractors advising aggregates managing elbows recasting connectors achieving aluminum trowels officiating disks exhibiting absolute spigots progressing coil hydrants jerry-building reflectors informing casters inventing rubber hoists performing wrenches judging chalk adapters upgrading ignition paths

regrowing flashing recommending ratchets approving barriers sweeping impact fillers sewing mirrors detailing collectors enforcing measures distributing systems presenting plugs interwinding registers piloting ash diffusers gathering cranks supplying eave pockets undertaking scroll stops accelerating straps designing fittings protecting diamond boilers logging downspouts correlating shingles uniting mallets qualifying electrostatic lifts sharing clamps obtaining circular fluids ranking foundation gauges sensing miter brackets originating space networks translating drills regulating guards selecting gable padding utilizing pellet dowels reconciling artifacts altering pulleys shedding space filters determining vents representing mortar remaking flash rakers supporting funnels typecasting rotary chocks expressing junctures resetting auxiliary vises professing strip treads inlaying matter trowels questioning drivers forming edge fittings sketching blanks overshooting spark breakers rewriting controls playing tunnels inventorying buttons enduring joint handles effecting ratchet bibbs unwinding couplings forsaking vapor conduits defining sockets calculating heaters raising grids administering tiles measuring resources installing ignition remotes extracting corners manufacturing ventilators delegating consoles treating mounting stones enacting jig deflectors intensifying alleys improvising cargo pinpointing bobs prescribing arc masonry structuring metal chucks symbolizing lathes activating plumb kits adapting coatings fixing channels expediting cordage planning compressors enlisting hangers restructuring keyhole augers shearing ridge hardware collecting reciprocating bolts maintaining corrugated dimmers whetting hole collars conducting mandrels comparing assets compiling sealants completing paths composing equivocation wheels computing dampers conceiving electrostatic treatment ordering cotter grates organizing ties orienting ladders exceeding materials targeting thermocouples demonstrating emery stock expanding latch bases training wardrobe adhesives overcomming[sic] fasteners streamlining storm anchors navigating springs perfecting turnbuckles verifying gate pegs arbitrating arithmetic lifts negotiating outlets normalizing strips building surface foggers checking key torches knitting grinders mowing planers offsetting stencils acquiring bulbs adopting rivets observing avenues ascertaining coaxial grommets slinging wing winches instituting circuit generators instructing wicks integrating pry shutters interpreting immersion lumber clarifying coils classifying wood bits closing cogs cataloging matter strips charting holders conceptualizing push terminals stimulating supports overthrowing shaft spacers quick-freezing connectors unbinding ground hooks analyzing eyes anticipating gateways controlling proposition rollers converting power angles coordinating staples correcting benders counseling joist gaskets recording gutter pipes recruiting drains rehabilitating rafter tubes reinforcing washers reporting guard valves naming freize sprues nominating rings noting straps doubling nailers drafting circuit hoses dramatizing flanges splitting framing compounds refitting stems interweaving patch unions placing sillcocks sorting slot threads securing mode cutters diverting catharsis plates procuring load thresholds transferring syllogism twine directing switch nuts referring time spools diagnosing knobs discovering locks dispensing hinges displaying hasps resending arc binders retreading grooves retrofitting aesthetics portals seeking stocks shrinking wormholes assembling blocks assessing divers attaining lug boxes auditing nescience passages conserving strikes constructing braces contracting saw catches serving installation irons recognizing fluxes consolidating fuse calipers mapping shims reviewing chop groovers scheduling lag drives simplifying hoists engineering levels enhancing tack hollows establishing finishing blocks

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themadauthorshatter · 5 months

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IT IS I!

So sorry for all the time away, I've been busy, and a little distracted with stuff

This is Part 2 of my rewrite for the 2005 movie Robots, part 1 being more establishing characters like Cappy and Rodney and setting things up like Fender, Ratchet, Bigweld, and Gasket and the sweepers

With that out of the way, ONWARD WE GO!!

We still get the scene with Ridney coming to in the "alley," but rather than having his foot be completely stolen, he feels Fender more or less shaking him and patting him and making sure Rodney's alive. Really, he's got mixed feelings because if Rodney was dead, he would have made off with Rodney's foot like the original. Since he's not, Fender's not stealing it. It wakes Rodney right up and he kicks Fender away, calling him a mugger. Fender, after getting his head knocked off, corrects him by saying he's not a mugger, just someone desperate enough to dig through scraps and takes parts off dead robots to fix himself because spare parts are getting harder and harder to come by. Rodney gets up and tries to help Fender like before, but ends up meeting the rest of Fender's crew: Diesel, Piper, Crank, and Lug, all of whom scowering for spare parts. Piper also has found Wonderbot, who returns to Rodney's side

Introductions go as usual, with the addition of the 'outmodes' seeing the new upgrades and learning that spare parts are no longer being made, so it's either upgrade or go to the Chop Shop, which Piper and Crank explain to be a death sentence, where outmodes are taken to be decommissioned and melted down. Rodney asks what they're melted into and no one wants to answer. They narrowly escape a sweeper once more, maybe a few of them, but they still end up at Aunt Fanny's. She's not really anyone's aunt, just a good semeritan who helps robots in need, doing so because, unlike Rodney, she is not an inventor, but if she can house someone for a night and care for them when others won't, then she's seeing a need and filling it.

Rodney bunks with Fender and while he's up fixing Wonderbot, Rodney writes a letter to home, talking about the day he had and what he's learned, even saying that there's something fishy going on in the city that's making it hard for "outmodes" to love their day-to-day. Writing it, there would be a voice over narration, but soon it's revealed that Fender is reading the letter over his shoulder. Fender also talks to Rodney about being in the city and how Fender's met a lot of people, but none of them have been Rodney. Rodney asks what that means, and Fender, having been far and wide, explains that it means Rodney is like a lot of robots in that he's bright eyed and new in a city, but he's not stupid; he knows how to keep his head straight and he knows he's not alone. Or, at least, he hopes Rodney knows he's not alone. Rodney knows, and thanks Fender for helping him, something Fender reciprocates because he'd be sleeping headless or in the Chop Shop otherwise. It's not the scene from the original, but I like the idea that through his comedic moments, Fender is a weary traveler of sorts and he knows his way around in more ways than one, so he's like a big brother and friend for Rodney

Back on track, we get the scenes from the original, with outmodes being unable to get spare parts and Rodeny fixing them when he sees that Ratchet is pushing more for the upgrades, which Rodney sees aren't very durable even if they're stronger than they were a year ago(Hmmmmm?). Also in this montage, we see Cappy sneaking around and seeing Rodney rebuilding and repairing outmodes, see bith his parents getting his letters and being glad to know he's safe and reaching out to them, and see Madame Gasket getting less outmodes brought to the Chop Shop, as well as hear rumors of someone fixing them

She brings these rumors right to Ratchet, who doesn't see a problem because it's just one bot doing the fixing. Gasket lays it out for him that if one bot is fixing outmodes, soon ALL bots are fixing outmodes, and that leaves Gasket and Ratchet with no way to make upgrades and their plan ultimately flops. Ratchet, realizing that it could also mean Bigweld could come back, asks what they should do to this bot fixing everyone. Gasket makes it clear: she wants him gone with a capital G, whether that be turning him into a cube or paperclips, even next season's upgrades. Ratchet's in, but he asks if he can watch. Gasket, wanting her son to be happy and successful, tells him she wouldn't want him missing it for the world. And also guves him something to put on his desk, because notherly love

Back with Rodney, he's using taking downtime like before, having been fixing robots for days on end. Like with the original, everyone's coming to him for repairs, or (an addition) is bringing him stuff like tools or food because they're just that grateful to not have to worry as much about being turned to scrap metal

There is still the letter about his father and maybe some word of increased activity with the Sweepers, but Rodney stays put, needing to get to the bottom of what's going on; Bigweld's gone, Ratchet has stopped the production of spare parts and has gone down on buying buying upgrades, and sweepers are on the loose and robots are disappearing

They do see that there's a ball that's held at Bigweld Industries and Rodney gets the idea to go, though Crank stops him, saying he won't make it past the gate. Fender challenges that, saying he's gotten himself in and out of places the others would never dream of, and knows Rodney has a good head on his shoulders, so tells everyone not to worry about them

With decisions made and futile objections said Rodney and Fender go to the party and get in like before, though there is a hiccup with Tim seeing Rodney and getting DANGEROUSLY close to recognizing him before Fender can stop him

Events play out like normal, except Rodney saves Cappy from Ratchet when he starts being creepy and the two old friends dance and have a good time, Cappy laughing at Rodney's disguise and properly saying "hi" to him and even admitting she's glad to see he's okay and not hurt

Rodney still has his outrage at Ratchet being there instead of Bigweld, but as he starts getting taken away, he shouts at Ratchet, asking him what he did to Bigweld. Cappy saves him and they escape with Fender and his new friend Loretta. They're still chased by outdoor security, but Fender shouts for Rodney to meet him back at Aunt Fanny's one he's not being chased anymore

Cappy and Rodney escape, but they fall quiet for a while. Rodeny does ask here where she's taking him, seeing how they're leaving the city, and Cappy tells him they're going to the train station so Rodeny doesn't get turned into upgrades. It confuses Rodney for a second, but Cappy reveals that outmodes that can't afford upgrades are taken to the Chop Shop and MADE into upgrades, hence why everyone is going missing and upgrades are getting stronger than they used to. It makes Rodney sick and he reels that Bigweld would never have let this happen. Cappy says that there's a lot Bigweld wouldn't allow now, and Rodney asks her to take him to see Bigweld, as she worked as an intern under him. Cappy refuses, but ultimately relents after some convincing from Rodney

More stuff plays out like before like Fender getting caught by Sweepers after taking Loretta home, Cappy and Rodney finding Bigweld, who's given up thanks to Ratchet(though Rodney does chew Bigwled out for allowing robots to die because of one polished jerk), and Fender winding up at the Chop Shop, where he sees the Giant Sweepers, and sees Gasket calming Ratchet down after he shouts about losing Rodney and Cappy at the ball. Cappy is small potatoes anyway, but Rodney is a genuine problem, though Gasket tells him they can find him easily and test the new Sweepers with him

Fender still gets the new legs, but this rewrite has the shirt removed because I don't like the skirt or the whole, "I hve an ugly sister" moment. He's just got new, fancier legs in place of his old ones.

Fender also sees a bot get caught in the Chop Shop and sees them essentially die and be made into new upgrades

He takes this news right to the others, who are sitting around and dealing with the fact that the night was a genuine failure. Rodeny is out calling his parents and does come back to pack his stuff to leave in a few days, but Fender's arrival and news breaks the melancholy as he relays what he saw to everyone, confirming what Cappy said and giving Rodney a reason to both ditch the city, but also lay low because Gasket and Ratchet want his head

Everyone starts giving ideas on what to do, but with what he's learned, what's happening with his father, how meeting his idol went, and just how he feels he didn't really fix anything, Rodney steps outside again, walking down the street to a park in need of some air

Wonderbot is with him, reminding him of home and of what he at least got done while in the city. Cappy and the others find Rodeny and Cappy sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and apologizing to him. Rodney tells her not to be; he got his hopes up and aimed too high for what he could do.

It's then that Bigweld reveals Rodney actually didn't, as he managed to get an old bot out of his forced retirement. Everyone is surprised to see him and quickly realizes they can turn the tides, somehow.

Idk, there's a hype-up moment for everyone all around, maybe even some delay reactions to Fender's fabulous new legs, and everyone's off to Bigweld Industries to put a stop to Ratchet's scheme

Hopefully part 3 won't take MONTHS to write, but hope you enjoyed!!!

#robots movie #rodney copperbottom #fender #cappy #ratchet #long post #sorry this took so long #part 2

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twentydaysofdrabbles · 9 months

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Away From The Concierge's Desk (Part 43)

We interrupt your scheduled program to bring you: A brief departure from the Concierge's point of view...

Papyrus and Sans watch as the Concierge leaves the room. Papyrus from his corner near the window, and Sans from his perch at the bar. The moment that the door closes behind them, Sans turns his sly grin onto his brother.

"so, boss...what was that about?"

Papyrus sputters and crosses his arms petulantly. "NOTHING. AND IT'S NOT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS."

"if it's nothin', why're ya blushin'?" Sans looks like the cat that caught the canary. "'n if it made ya blush, 'f course it's mah business."

His younger brother looks like he's about to blow a gasket. Papyrus is many things - calm under pressure, unshakeable in a crisis, with an undercurrent of icy fury at all times. Yet the only thing that could possibly make him so flustered is...

Ah.

"didja cop an eyeful the other night?" Sans asks nonchalantly as he squirts a mouthful of mustard into his fanged maw.

The gasp that follows would be comical in any other scenario. As would be the string of unidentifiable noises that comes from Papyrus' mouth. "DID I COP AN EYEFUL OF--SANS, YOU INSUFFERABLE BONEHEAD, YOU WERE GETTING FELT UP IN A DIRTY, FILTHY ALLEY IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. OF COURSE I COPPED AN EYEFUL WHEN YOU REFUSED TO DO THE DECENT THING AND TAKE YOUR CANOODLING BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!"

"heh, more than a li'l felt up. ya must've been sneaky; i didn't catch ya." Sans squirts another healthy bit of mustard into his mouth. "sweetheart did, though."

Papyrus' face glows bright crimson. "YOU COULD BE FORGIVEN FOR NOT NOTICING. THE CONCIERGE HAD YOU VERY...OCCUPIED." If there is a rueful tone to Papyrus' voice, he would deny it to the high heavens. Sans doesn't miss it though, and Sans misses painfully little. Unless he's completely distracted.

It makes Sans think. Think and stare at his increasingly flustered brother.

"WHAT. WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?" Papyrus growls, stomping over and looming over the smaller skeleton monster. "I KNOW THAT LOOK AND I DON'T LIKE IT ONE BIT."

Sans' grin only widens.

"NO." A bony phalange is jabbed into San's face.

He wriggles his browbone at Papyrus.

"DO NOT."

"oh c'mon, like ya didn't think about it?" Sans shrugs off his suit jacket to make himself more comfortable. "i know ya ain't one ta chase tail, but it don't sound like yer too averse ta it."

Papyrus, though he vibrates with irritation, says nothing to disavow Sans of that notion. True, Papyrus has never been interested in anyone - monster or human. Unlike Sans, who took his pleasures where he could with gusto; who very rarely had the same bedmate twice, especially after the Ascension.

Too busy with work, Papyrus has always said, but even when he was in stripes, even when he was just training to join the Royal Guard, his eyes never wandered. It never really bothered him when he had better things to do. Higher goals to achieve. What did it matter to him that everyone else seemed so preoccupied with mating and fucking? They were distracted! Easy pickings! He, the Great and Terrible Papyrus, was better than that.

He was never curious. Never had the urge to be. But now...

Something about the way the Concierge held Sans that night, the way they calmly took the lead. He wouldn't mind if the Concierge did that to him. He would probably like it more than he should, really. It just awoke something in Papyrus. Oh stars, is he looking at his sexual awakening?

Papyrus' expression must be one of pure confusion and annoyance, because Sans just laughs and shrugs. "yeah, sweetheart's got that effect on people - did it ta me. the dog squad liked their outfit that day."

As did Papyrus. The white and gold and the drape of that coat reminded him of the angels depicted in some picture books that ended up Underground. Maybe he could ask for the name of their tailor, because he'd like something similar too.

Perhaps one to match the Concierge?

Oh stars, he's doing it again.

"ya know, i don't mind sharin'," Sans' voice snaps Papyrus out of his spiralling thoughts.

The tall skeleton monster gapes at his older brother. "THAT'S A CRUEL JEST, SANS. AND DON'T BE VULGAR." It wouldn't be a one-time thing for Papyrus. He couldn't bear it if it were just a one-time affair.

There is an uncharacteristically serious expression on Sans' face. And maybe a little affection there too. "ain't jokin'. this ain't mah jokin' face," he says, pointing to himself. "hey, wouldn't be a bad thing. i like 'em, ya like 'em. if they like us both too, why not? more protection and shit. it's a dog eat dog world, boss. 'specially with the shit that's goin' down right now."

Then Sans leans back against the bar, considering his younger brother. "i didn't take 'em fer the love 'em and leave 'em type. if that what yer worried about."

"MAYBE I'M JUST CONCERNED YOU'LL LOVE THEM AND LEAVE THEM." Papyrus bites back without hesitation. Notably, he says nothing to deny Sans' observations.

A shrug. A sip of his drink. Sans looks entirely unbothered. "haven't done that since i got sweet on sweetheart. haven't had the urge either." Red eye lights roll from the amber liquid to Papyrus, who had stomped over to the window in the intervening moments. "ain't to say it won't happen in the future, but doesn't look like it."

Sans watches Papyrus' stiff, tense figure with an amused look on his face and the beginnings of a chuckle rumbling in his chest. He's never seen his little brother like this; it's great. "ya know, i bet sweetheart wouldn't blink if we asked fer a closed triad."

The only thing that can be described as a verbal keysmash escapes Papyrus and he spins to glare at Sans with a raging blush on his face. "STOP. I WILL NOT HAVE THIS CONVERSATION. NOT HERE. NOT NOW." Not when he hasn't even fully realised his own feelings, or his emotions. Not while his long-held beliefs about his orientation is now in flux.

"alright. later, then." Sans is unperturbed. He knows his babybones brother enough; Papyrus just needs time.

Papyrus shuts his mouth with a sharp click of teeth and whirls around to pace the room again, his long legs eating up the distance in a few strides. He has his arms crossed over his chest and a cross expression on his face. But he's considering it. By the stars, he's considering it.

"jus' consider it, boss," Sans says as he sips from his whiskey. Clearly Sans already has, and has come to a decision.

"...THAT'S ASSUMING THEY AGREE." Papyrus refuses to look at Sans. He also doesn't tell his brother that the Concierge had already offered to discuss his 'high standards' at a later date. Is that perhaps an indication that they are interested?

Sans only shrugs as an answer. And just in time for someone to knock at the door with three sharp raps before the handle turns.

#undertale fics #mafiafell au #mafiafell sans x reader #mafiafell sans #mafiafell papyrus #mafiafell papyrus x reader #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #reader insert #the concierge #drabble #ficlet #the beginnings of a poly discussion #the concierge is she/her/they #i try not to reveal pronouns

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comfortspace1 · 9 months

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gemalawasliveblogs · 2 years

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There are over 100 loading phrases on this flash, most of which shoot by too fast to read. Given the mods I am using, I have a convenient list of...all of them. Below the cut, for your convenience.

Transforming Soffits

Reorganizing Keys

Formalizing Immersion Joints

Justifying Kick Extractors

Advising Aggregates

Managing Elbows

Recasting Connectors

Achieving Aluminum Trowels

Officiating Disks

Exhibiting Absolute Spigots

Progressing Coil Hydrants

Jerry-building Reflectors

Informing Casters

Inventing Rubber Hoists

Performing Wrenches

Judging Chalk Adapters

Upgrading Ignition Paths

Regrowing Flashing

Recommending Ratchets

Approving Barriers

Sweeping Impact Fillers

Sewing Mirrors

Detailing Collectors

Enforcing Measures

Distributing Systems

Presenting Plugs

Interwinding Registers

Piloting Ash Diffusers

Gathering Cranks

Supplying Eave Pockets

Undertaking Scroll Stops

Accelerating Straps

Designing Fittings

Protecting Diamond Boilers

Logging Downspouts

Correlating Shingles

Uniting Mallets

Qualifying Electrostatic Lifts

Sharing Clamps

Obtaining Circular Fluids

Ranking Foundation Gauges

Sensing Miter Brackets

Originating Space Networks

Translating Drills

Regulating Guards

Selecting Gable Padding

Utilizing Pellet Dowels

Reconciling Artifacts

Altering Pulleys

Shedding Space Filters

Determining Vents

Representing Mortar

Remaking Flash Rakers

Supporting Funnels

Typecasting Rotary Chocks

Expressing Junctures

Resetting Auxiliary Vises

Professing Strip Treads

Inlaying Matter Trowels

Questioning Drivers

Forming Edge Fittings

Sketching Blanks

Overshooting Spark Breakers

Rewriting Controls

Playing Tunnels

Inventorying Buttons

Enduring Joist Handles

Effecting Ratchet Bibbs

Unwinding Couplings

Forsaking Vapor Conduits

Defining Sockets

Calculating Heaters

Raising Grids

Administering Tiles

Measuring Resources

Installing Ignition Remotes

Extracting Corners

Manufacturing Ventilators

Delegating Consoles

Treating Mounting Stones

Enacting Jig Deflectors

Intensifying Alleys

Improvising Cargo

Pinpointing Bobs

Prescribing Arc Masonry

Structuring Metal Chucks

Symbolizing Lathes

Activating Plumb Kits

Adapting Coatings

Fixing Channels

Expediting Cordage

Planning Compressors

Enlisting Hangers

Restructuring Keyhole Augers

Shearing Ridge Hardware

Collecting Reciprocating Bolts

Maintaining Corrugated Dimmers

Whetting Hole Collars

Conducting Mandrels

Comparing Assets

Compiling Sealants

Completing Paths

Composing Equivocation Wheels

Computing Dampers

Conceiving Electrostatic Treatment

Ordering Cotter Grates

Organizing Ties

Orienting Ladders

Exceeding Materials

Targeting Thermocouples

Demonstrating Emery Stock

Expanding Latch Bases

Training Wardrobe Adhesives

Overcomming Fasteners

Streamlining Storm Anchors

Navigating Springs

Perfecting Turnbuckles

Verifying Gate Pegs

Arbitrating Arithmetic Lifts

Negotiating Outlets

Normalizing Strips

Building Surface Foggers

Checking Key Torches

Knitting Grinders

Mowing Planers

Offsetting Stencils

Acquiring Bulbs

Adopting Rivets

Observing Avenues

Ascertaining Coaxial Grommets

Slinging Wing Winches

Instituting Circuit Generators

Instructing Wicks

Integrating Pry Shutters

Interpreting Immersion Lumber

Clarifying Coils

Classifying Wood Bits

Closing Cogs

Cataloging Matter Strips

Charting Holders

Conceptualizing Push Terminals

Stimulating Supports

Overthrowing Shaft Spacers

Quick-freezing Connectors

Unbinding Ground Hooks

Analyzing Eyes

Anticipating Gateways

Controlling Proposition Rollers

Converting Power Angles

Coordinating Staples

Correcting Benders

Counseling Joist Gaskets

Recording Gutter Pipes

Recruiting Drains

Rehabilitating Rafter Tubes

Reinforcing Washers

Reporting Guard Valves

Naming Freize Sprues

Nominating Rings

Noting Straps

Doubling Nailers

Drafting Circuit Hoses

Dramatizing Flanges

Splitting Framing Compounds

Refitting Stems

Interweaving Patch Unions

Placing Sillcocks

Sorting Slot Threads

Securing Mode Cutters

Diverting Catharsis Plates

Procuring Load Thresholds

Transferring Syllogism Twine

Directing Switch Nuts

Referring Time Spools

Diagnosing Knobs

Discovering Locks

Dispensing Hinges

Displaying Hasps

Resending Arc Binders

Retreading Grooves

Retrofitting Aesthetics Portals

Seeking Stocks

Shrinking Wormholes

Assembling Blocks

Assessing Divets

Attaining Lug Boxes

Auditing Nescience Passages

Conserving Strikes

Constructing Braces

Contracting Saw Catches

Serving Instantiation Irons

Recognizing Fluxes

Consolidating Fuse Calipers

Mapping Shims

Reviewing Chop Groovers

Scheduling Lag Drives

Simplifying Hoists

Engineering Levels

Enhancing Tack Hollows

Establishing Finishing Blocks

Estimating Adhesives

Evaluating Mortar

Examining Auto Turnbuckles

Processing Foggers

Servicing Avenues

Transcribing Existence Rivets

Revising Consoles

Separating Absolute Stencils

Budgeting Sheet Grommets

Preparing Kits

Realigning Cartesian Mandrels

Painting Fasteners

Filing Grout Hangers

Finalizing Atma Augers

Formulating Couplings

Identifying Sillcocks

Imagining Materials

Inducing Shutters

Influencing Wheels

Licensing Chocks

Lifting Extrinsic Mallets

Overdrawing Ratchets

Overlaying Ventilators

Overriding Cardinal Soffits

Specifying Element Aggregates

Systemizing Divets

Shaping Pockets

Publicizing Aether Remotes

Reducing Slot Stops

Governing Archetype Dimmers

Monitoring Assets

Launching Manifestation Systems

I think "Managing Elbows" is my favorite of the bunch. Random blank lines added in so Tumblr would actually post this.

#homestuck #gemposting #under a cut #gem liveblogs #homestuck liveblog

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clumsyyhearts · 2 years

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Peak “Kaz and Inej are little shits” moment was when Per Haskell chews Kaz out in an alley in Crooked Kingdom and tells him he needs Inej back at the Slat, and Kaz just goes “oh yeah absolutely when I find her I’ll tell her” and Haskell blows a fucking gasket because SHE WAS RIGHT THERE!!!!! RIGHT NEXT TO YOU TWO SECONDS AGO BRING HER BACK and Kaz, like the little bitch he is, basically just shrugs, briefly robs Haskell of his pistol’s bullets, and goes off on his merry little way

#this scene? chefs kiss. they are annoying little shits and they Know it #inej was like fuck no. disappears into the shadows till Haskell finishes tearing kaz a new one and then reappears when it’s convenient #i adore her so much… icon. she is the moment and the movement &&#also kaz? angel baby. sweetheart. little shit. he really said uh fuck no inej does what she wants and what she WANTS is to do MY job <3 #cocky little bastard indeed per haskell. also ten times the man u will ever be #i love it when they work in sync to ruin peoples lives it’s so cool of them #‘the wraith stays with me’ inej at kaz’s side like ‘rly I would prefer to stay w this emo bitch… don’t ask me why im just attached to him’#god . them #kanej #six of crows #crooked kingdom spoilers

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slashscowboyboots · 3 years

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The Stars Are a Part Of Us: The Brains Of This Outfit

This my “Almost Famous” inspired groupie fic, with appearances by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands (Celestia/Alessia), @sexcoffeeandrockandroll (Absinthe/Amy) and @no-stone-no-bone (Velvet), plus yours truly as Karen. This is a pretty dark fic, with VERY mature themes and smut. Cross-posted on AO3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @no-stone-no-bone @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence. 18+ ONLY

1987

This must be her.

Izzy sat up straighter, watching as a short blonde shuffled toward the back of the bus, a huge bag on her shoulder and carrying a pillow in her arms. She didn’t notice him sitting in the next to the last seat, and she flopped down on the one behind him, setting down her pillow and leaning against it, then rifling through her purse till she found a book.

Bella Donna. The most beautiful one of all. She certainly was pretty, he thought, with her long blonde waves and huge blue eyes. She dressed like Stevie Nicks’ runaway progeny too, all ruffles and lace and faded jeans, although instead of Stevie’s platforms she wore a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots.

I’ve never seen a groupie play hard to get, he chuckled to himself. She must be something else. Watching her turn a page, he noticed her full lips pursing as she read the text. He couldn’t make out what the title was, but he could see a long-haired bare-chested hunk and a bosomy babe spilling out of her bodice in a passionate clinch on the cover.

Oh, shit, she’s reading romance novels. Probably wants me to seduce her.

Izzy didn’t think he was quite up to that.

87 had been rough on him so far. Getting busted on a possessions charge (thankfully, it hadn’t included a “with an intent to sell,” although that had been exactly his intention), sentenced to rehab and now on probation, with orders he continue to be piss tested on the road.

It was a miracle he was allowed to leave the country, but his lawyer (who was far too good to be in his pay scale, Izzy noted) argued that his client’s ability to earn a living shouldn’t be hampered by his arrest. (The fact that his paying profession had led to his arrest wasn’t lost on him either.) To his amazement, the judge had agreed, and Geffen, desperate to recoup their investment and make a little scratch before the band killed themselves, sent them with The Cult on a tour of Canadian hockey rinks. Woo hoo.

Just before the tour started, he and Niv were approached in a shitty dive by a curvy brunette introducing herself as Absinthe and claiming she was one of the Road Wives.

“Heard of us?” she asked, coyly batting her eyelashes.

Izzy took a sip from his Coke and nodded. Yes, he’d heard of all of them. The Flying Garter Girls, the GTO’s, the Road Wives. All conglomerates of groupies who traveled with bands and made life on the road even more colorful and chaotic.

“Of course you have. It’s an honor to travel with the Wives.”

Izzy rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke from his nose. “And you’ve selected us, I suppose.”

Absinthe smiled, the contrast of her crimson pout with her white teeth and skin visible even in the dim light. “We have. Our leader Velvet has chosen Axl as her traveling companion.”

Niven smirked, and Izzy raised his eyebrows. “Has this already been decided?” he said quietly.

Those red lips formed a tight line. “No. Axl said to take this up with you. ‘Izzy has the final word,’ he said.”

He took another drag, and she leaped at the opportunity to speak. “There’s uhh, four of us, and Celestia has picked Slash, and I,” she smiled, and Izzy swore he saw devil horns poke out of her dark hair, “I settle down with no man, but I’ve spent time with your drummer and won’t mind repeating that experience.”

He flicked his ash from his cigarette, bored disinterest on his unsmiling face. “And Duff is married.”

She swallowed, then nodded. “Yes, Duff is engaged, and has cordially informed us he will not require our services. Shame, there’s a tree I’d like to climb again and again.”

Izzy lit a new cigarette with the end of the first one and ground the butt out, then leaned forward on the table and said, “Shame, because I say no to the whole shooting match.”

The whites of her black-lined eyes became enormous. “Wait, you haven’t heard who’s with you.”

“I don’t care who’s with me,” he said, in a quiet but firm voice. “I’m on fucking probation and I don’t need any more headaches. And I damn sure don’t need four chicks we have to babysit.”

“Hear her out,” Niven snickered. “I gotta hear about the whore that wants you.”

Absinthe licked the front of her teeth. “Bella Donna. The most beautiful one of all,” she said softly.

Izzy shook his head. “Nope. I’m not traveling with anyone fucked up or underage.”

“She’s 21. And she blows a gasket over drugs.”

Niven elbowed Izzy. “She sounds right up your alley, mate.”

Izzy shifted in his seat, rolling the end of his cigarette in the ashtray as he chewed the inside of his cheek.

“She and I went to school together, and we’re older than the other girls. We keep them in line. They will not cause you any problems on the road. You have my word.”

Izzy slid his eyes to Alan, who shrugged. “Canada’s cold, Izz.”

Absinthe smiled.

He still wasn’t convinced. “She doesn’t use? Cause I’ve never heard of a groupie who didn’t.”

She shook her head. “Reads us the riot act if we do. She smokes weed every now and then, but I don’t even think she’s done that in the last six months.” She batted her eyes, sensing his interest. “Drinks the occasional beer, but she’s normally our DD.”

Izzy sighed, then downed the last of his Coke. “All right. One fuckup, and I don’t care what it is, if one of you broads even breaks a nail, your asses are heading home. Put that in the tour budget Niv, four bus tickets back to LA if any of them get the hiccups.” He stood up. “I’m not joking.”

No, a seduction was not something he was up to. Maybe a quick fuck when the bus got dark, if she loosened up a little. Normally, groupies sucked you off as a way of saying hello, but this one had tromped on past him and buried her nose in a book.

Honey, is that any way to welcome your man?

He leaned over the bus seat, carefully studying her. She wore a moonstone ring on one hand, a crystal ball set in a pair of hands ring on the other one, and gigantic sparkly hoop earrings. He didn’t especially understand this Stevie Nicks fixation, but if memory served, she’d fucked her way through Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles, so as long as Rhiannon here didn’t wear a chastity belt, it was fine by him.

He tilted his head and asked, “Aren’t you going to say hi?”

Her eyes darted up from her page, then back down. “Hi.”

He had another great view of the top of her head. “Is this any way to act?”

She turned a page, her eyes not leaving her book. “I wasn’t aware I was a bother.”

Since Izzy’s arrest, patience was not something he had large reserves of. “Are you really going to do this?” he snapped.

Her eyes met his then, and he had a second to register how long her eyelashes were before he realized how irritated she was. “Do WHAT, may I ask?” she growled, her voice hard.

Izzy was thrown, but he shrugged it off. Maybe this is foreplay to her. “Why aren’t you in my lap right now? Daddy’s had a rough day.”

She went completely, utterly still, then asked, “What?”

A little voice in his head (something he heard much more frequently now that he was sober) told him something was off, but he blurted, “You’re my whore and I shouldn’t have to beg you to blow me.”

He watched her cheeks flush, then the sides of her neck, and he belatedly realized that this was someone you didn’t piss off. To his relief, she didn’t reach into her purse, but instead slammed her book shut and gritted, “Who told you I was your whore?”

“Well, I see you two have met,” Absinthe said, smiling as she sat down next to her.

“She did,” Izzy said, tipping his chin up, not taking his eyes off the blonde.

“Amy Louise, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?” She glanced up at Izzy. “Are you telling people I’m ‘Bella Donna the wonder groupie’ again?” Closing her eyes, she muttered, “Because you know how much I hate that.”

“Ahh,” Absinthe answered, “well, possibly. But you really should get to know Izzy.”

Her eyes darted back to him. “I’m good,” she snapped. “I think I know all I need to know.”

“What’s the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he growled.

“It means what you think it means.” She turned to Absinthe. “You are going to stop calling me ‘Bella Donna’ or I am going to make you stop. You got that?”

“Yes.” Shoulders slumping, Absinthe stood up and walked back to the front of the bus.

Izzy watched as the blonde laid her forehead on her palm, then reached into her bag and lit a cigarette with trembling hands. She looked up at him. “Did you get that, Hoss?” she said in a tired voice. “I’m not ‘Bella Donna,’ and I’m definitely not your whore.”

He nodded, then a small voice said, “Sissy? Is that my Sissy?” A younger girl with brown hair sat down next to her, and she immediately hugged her, then laid her head on her shoulder.

“I love you, Sis,” the younger girl said.

“I love you, too, Celly Belly.”

“Who’s that?”

“That’s Izzy.”

“Hi, Izzy, I’m Celestia.”

“Hi.”

“Izzy, this is my sister, Karen.”

“We’ve met,” Karen said icily.

“Why don’t you like him? He’s cute.”

Karen looked at her sister in horror. “He’s a drug dealer.”

“Former,” Izzy said.

“And a junkie.”

“Also former.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Nope, she left me when I went to rehab. For another guitarist with better drugs.”

“He’s cute. You should bang him.”

“Celestia. That’s not why you sleep with people.”

“Yes, it is,” Celestia and Izzy said in unison.

Karen rolled her eyes. “That’s not why I sleep with people.”

“Have you talked to Steve?” Celestia asked.

Karen breathed out a sigh. “No, not since he took up with that model. Catriona.”

“Steve is an idiot,” Celestia said, lighting up a cigarette. “I heard their record is multi platinum.”

“Yeah, they brought Mutt back.” Karen said. “When you sell that many records, that’s when the models show up.”

“Yeah.” Celestia blew out a plume of smoke. “Did you bring your hat?”

Karen crossed her arms and slumped in her seat. “Yeah.”

“Yay!” Celestia squeezed her. “ I know you don’t want to be ‘Bella Donna’ anymore, but I love it when you are.” She looked up at Izzy, who was still watching them. “I bet he could make you forget Steve.”

“I’m good.” Karen tightened her arms and scowled.

“Sissy, please be nice to Izzy.”

“Why?”

“Because I really like Slash. And Izzy will make us go home if we don’t behave.”

Karen looked at Izzy, then Celestia. “You really want to stay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Celestia?” a voice called. “Baby, where are you?”

Celestia said, “I gotta go. I love you, Sis.”

“Here,” Karen said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a handful of condoms. “Don’t fuck him without one. I don’t want any more doctor’s visits.”

Celestia tucked them inside her waistband of her microshorts, then kissed Karen’s cheek. “I’m not going to get in trouble again, I promise.” As she stood up, she smiled at Izzy, then squealed, “Slashy!”

Izzy lit a cigarette and smirked at Karen. “Well, that was just absolutely fucking touching, but you twats are hitting the pavement the first stop we make.”

“No, we’re not.”

“Oh, yes, you are.”

Karen narrowed her eyes. “That girl is 16. Velvet is 17. And you’re planning to take them into another country to have sex with them, which the last time I looked was a criminal act.”

“Not if we dump your asses out before we hit the border.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Well, you’re not. I’m on probation and I don’t need this bullshit.”

“Yes, let’s talk about that. You do realize any of these girls, myself included, though I wouldn’t, can at any time say, ‘He raped me?’ ‘He hit me?’ Now for anyone else in this band, that would be any given Tuesday, but for you? You have a lot more to lose.”

Izzy’s eyes widened.

“I mean, Absinthe told you I was your whore, and obviously that’s not true. We’re liable to say just anything.”

He shifted in his seat, feeling a chill run down his back.

“Where are we stopping anyway? McDonald’s? There’s always a cop there with nothing to do. Maybe he’ll have time for a damsel in distress.”

Izzy swallowed. “What do you want?” he gritted, knowing she had the upper hand.

“You can show us ‘twats’ a little respect, for starters.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” he spat. “Your ass is chapped because I was a dealer.”

“Hoss, don’t make me play my ace. Cause I have four of them, and I ain’t on probation.”

He ground his molars together. “What else?”

“We stay, and you provide us with basic human necessities. A place to sleep, food, and shelter.”

“And?”

“Take us backstage.”

“That’s a given.”

She shrugged.

“Then what?”

“Then your band runs around with empty balls and everyone is happy happy happy. ‘Cept you, you’re on your own with that.” She crossed her arms. “And I make sure no one is a headache. You’ll never know we’re here.”

“Can I believe you?”

She directly met his gaze. “Yes.”

“How do I know that?”

“I’m not a liar. I’ve been honest about everything so far.”

Why didn’t I meet you first? It would’ve saved a shitload of time. “Why are you here?” he snapped.

“Because your band has a body count, Stradlin.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Todd Crew. Slash shot him up, did he not?”

Izzy took a deep breath. “He says he didn’t.”

“Do you believe that?”

“What I believe is none of your fucking business.”

“I heard he did, and Todd died in his arms.”

Izzy lit a cigarette and looked away. “We, ah, we were all gutted when he died.”

“Well, my baby sister is sleeping with Slash, and I want to make sure that is an isolated incident.”

Izzy took a drag. “It is. None of us are on smack anymore. Slash just drinks now, and I can’t do fucking anything.”

Karen met his eyes. “You’ll forgive me if I’m not entirely swayed by your testimony.”

He shrugged. Even though she was judgmental and unforgiving, he could see where she was coming from. If he had a sister, he’d shit himself if she took up with Slash. Or any of them.

She must be the brains of this outfit. She hates us all.

Karen shot him one final filthy look, then dug a Walkman out of her purse and closed her eyes, resolutely shutting him out.

Izzy sighed, then his eyes landed a few seats ahead of him. Duff had pledged undying fidelity to his fiancee and planned on recreationally drinking instead of fucking, and had already passed out cold, snoring loudly against the window.

I don’t have that option, Izzy bitterly thought. It wasn’t even that he wanted to drink or raise hell anymore. His rehab stint had opened his eyes to how close he’d skated to the edge, and just when he felt like he’d finally made it back to the land of the living, Todd had fallen into the abyss.

There’d also been the unspoken question, Is Slash going to be charged with murder? The band had closed ranks and called all the lawyers, and in the end, no one was indicted. Guns was already on thin ice for Axl and Slash’s separate arrests for statutory rape, and Izzy’s incarceration was the final straw. The brass at Geffen was adamant: One more strike, boys, and your asses are done.

He titled his chin up and blew out a plume of smoke. He hadn’t had many plans for this tour, but he had expected to spend it in the arms of a submissive woman. Sex hadn’t been forbidden by the terms of his probation, not yet anyway, and he’d been, well, enchanted by the idea of a babe who didn’t get fucked up and yet was enthusiastic to do his bidding in the sack. He could slap himself now for believing such a creature even existed.

He stole a glance at Karen, whose head had slumped forward. Even in her sleep, she looked weary, beautiful but worn out. He realized now, if Absinthe’s description was right, she was just a nice girl looking after her sister, and Celestia’s taste in men must be exhausting if Slash was any indication. Izzy felt his ears growing hot as he thought about how aggressively he’d approached her, even though he’d been promised she was a sure thing. Demanding she immediately hop on his dick wasn’t what he considered finesse.

Fuck, how am I going to get laid now? That thought was punctuated by a hushed moan from Slash, and Izzy wanted to pound his head against the seat in front of him. He’d just have to hope that somehow Canadian groupies were very willing yet went to church frequently.

Damn, woman, you’re sure you won’t change your mind about me? I can be romantic if you want me to.

Can’t do much about me being a dealer though. That ship already sailed.

He heard Karen stirring behind him, and turned to watch her stretch out and cover herself with a blanket. Since he expected to be wrapped in her arms, Izzy had packed away his own covers, so he buttoned his denim jacket and crossed his arms, sleep mercifully arriving quickly.

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So I was thinking of something dark that slowly starts to get better?

TW for Rape, ABO, mpreg

Teenage (17yrs) omega J/imin going out to a party with some of his friends one night on a weekend (He'd never miss school or go on a school night. He's top of his class.) He aims to stick with his group and only have a few drinks but things don't go as planned and a very handsome alpha starts to speak to him. He has no intentions to do anything with this alpha, but he does talk to him to be nice plus.. he's enamored by the way he smells. Through the course of the night, J/imin ends up drinking just a little more than he was supposed to and he ends up drunk. He dances with the alpha and ends up having the time of his life with him but when the omega starts to feel sick and sleepy, he can't seem to find his friends at all. The alpha he had met offers to take him home and usually he'd reject this but his head is spinning, he has a fever, he can't see straight and he feels like he's going to throw up, so he agrees. Little does he know he's started his heat but he's so drunk that he just thinks he's had too much to drink. The alpha leads J/imin out to his car and at first it seems like it's going well. He's listening to all of J/imin's directions and even agrees to drop him off a few blocks away so he doesn't learn where the omega lives. It changes though when the alpha locks all of the car doors and pulls into a dark alleyway. Major alarms go off in J/imin's brain and he starts trying to get out but the alpha pulls him back. He's screaming and crying at first but the alpha tells him to shut up or he'll rip his tongue out. During the rest of the time J/imin is silently sobbing until the alpha is finished with him, telling him that if he speaks a word of this he'll find him and kill him before throwing him out in the alley and speeding away. This terrifies J/imin and he ends up limping home and sneaking up to his room. His parents are asleep anyway, it's late. He strips himself of his clothes and scrubs himself raw in the shower before crawling into bed and trying to get some sleep.

The next few weeks J/imin acts as if the night at the club didn't happen. The alpha's words have him terrified and he doesn't want to die. His friends had asked what happened to him that night as they had thought he left early without saying anything and he had told them that he did because he was sick. They bought it. During the middle of his fifth class, the omega has to excuse himself to rush to the bathroom to throw up. His best friend T/aehyung follows him out to make sure he's okay, rubbing over his back the entire time. with a worried expression on his face. Once he's finished, J/imin curls up into a ball and cries. He knows what's going on. He knows that his body had been acting weird lately and this just confirmed it. He had a pup coming. he had his rapist's pup coming. His sobs turned into a full blown panic attack and T/aehyung had to back up to give him some space, talking him through it all the while. Once J/imin was calm enough to speak, he told T/aehyung everything but begged him to keep it a secret which, his best friend pinky promised to do. It seemed childish, but J/imin knew he meant it.

The next issue was telling his parents. It took the omega a whole week of building himself up just to gather his parents in the living room for a "talk." He wanted to cry but he put on his brave face and told them. His mother immediately started to cry and his father looked like he was going to blow a gasket before spewing a slur of hateful speech toward his son, calling him a "slut", no good, and useless among other things before telling him to pack his shit and get out. His mother tried to intervene but J/imin's father's words were final. So, with his heart shattered, the omega packed everything he possibly could carry in the few bags he had in his room, mainly clothes and a few special items he cared for, like a stuffed dog his mother had given him on his 3rd birthday. At the door, his mother gave him the tightest hug she could but it was short lived as his father pried them apart. J/imin gave one last look to his parents before leaving the house, hearing the click of the lock once the door was slammed behind him.

Having nowhere else to go, he headed for T/aehyung's. He should have called first, sure, but his cell phone was buried in one of his bags so he showed up on his best friend's porch, eyes dry until T/aehyung opened the door and frowned. That's when J/imin broke down and fell to his knees. The other omega helped his best friend inside, getting him situated on the couch and scenting over him to try to calm him down. It worked for the most part so he got J/imin some water before asking his parents if he could stay there for a while. Thankfully, T/aehyung's parents loved J/imin and agreed, not caring that he was pregnant. They set him up in T/aehyung's room, even giving him his own makeshift bed for the time being until they could get him a proper one. That night both he and T/aehyung sat up, talking about the pup. J/imin was.. conflicted to say the least. On one had, he wanted to get rid of it. Wanted nothing to do with it and maybe then... maybe then his parents would let him come home. Maybe his father would apologize..but on the other hand, he wanted to keep the pup. It gave him a new sense of purpose. The two stayed up long into the early hours of dawn before J/imin finally decided that he was going to live for this pup. He was going to do everything he could to give it the best life possible.

Over the next 9 months, J/imin continued to go to school and excel in every one of his classes. It was only around the time that his pup came when he had to start missing. He had a healthy little boy and had named him Jasper and he absolutely adored him with all his heart. How could something so precious come from something so.. evil? Unfortunately, due to J/imin having to care for his pup, he had to start missing school more and more to the point where he had dropped out. He didn't want to.. God, he didn't want to but his pup mattered more to him at the moment. Since he was no longer going to school, he got a job working overnights to help T/aehyung's parents out while he stayed there. Thankfully T/aehyung's mother had agreed to watch Jasper while J/imin worked. The two lived there until after graduation. J/imin had managed to save up enough money for a small apartment downtown while T/aehyung had gone off to college, making J/imin to promise to call him every night on his breaks.

Now, the only work J/imin could find without much of a hassle was at a strip joint. They would only let him wait tables until he turned 18 and now that he finally was, he was able to start dancing. Sadly though, he had to bring Jasper with him as he couldn't keep asking T/aehyung's mother to keep watching him. The club didn't give a shit and the other dancers adored him. Over the years, J/imin bonded with everyone of his coworkers. They would all keep an eye out for each other, especially J/imin and his pup. They were special to the other dancers and they weren't afraid to kill anyone who dared to hurt them. Every single bit of money that J/imin made went to his bills and his son. The omega never gave personal dances and never went home with anyone, no matter how much they offered him. He just.. couldn't. He didn't like to be touched by strangers. He'd go into full panic mode if anyone so much as grabbed his wrist. Some nights were hard and J/imin barely made enough to pay his rent, some nights only Jasper would get to eat and when he saw that his father had nothing, he'd split his food and offer it to J/imin who would try his best not to tear up, thank his son and eat what was offered.

Now, J/imin's landlord was a real scumbag and would often pick on the omega for every little thing he could and would always try to flirt with him. J/imin ignored his advances of course which pissed his landlord off. It got to the point where he had told J/imin that he was upping his rent and if he couldn't pay it by that Monday then they'd be out on the street. J/imin argued with him for a while to which his landlord gave him an ultimatum. Sleep with him or pay the rent. There was absolutely no way J/imin would sleep with him, so he opted for paying the absurd amount of rent. He would try and work more often, would try to do more dances but it wasn't enough as he had to pay other bills and feed his son. He almost had a breakdown before his next set but managed to compose himself so Jasper wouldn't see. While dancing, the omega caught the eyes of a handsome man. Tall with silver hair and wearing glasses. The stranger motioned to him that he wanted to talk afterward which usually J/imin wouldn't agree to and he'd ignore the person, but he was desperate and maybe this man would pay him enough to keep his apartment,

Once he was finished dancing, he motioned for the man to meet him by the back door. When he walked out of the dressing room, he had to catch his breath. This was an alpha and he was at least a foot taller than J/imin. He wanted so badly to run. Run back into the safety of the dressing room. But he had to do this. Not for him, but for his son. He was right. The alpha wanted to take him home for the night and he was going to pay way more than he needed for rent. As much as J/imin wanted to throw up, he accepted, telling the alpha (who's name he learned was N/amjoon) to wait outside in the parking lot for him to which N/amjoon agreed. Back in the dressing room, the omega got his regular clothes back on and tidied up his station, getting everything he needed into his bag that he brought to and from work. He kneeled down to Jasper, cupping his little chubby cheeks in his hands. "Baby, Daddy is going to be gone for tonight so you're going to stay at uncle H/oseok's tonight, alright?" The pup squealed in excitement! He loved his uncle H/oseok very very much and J/imin was thankful to have made a new friend in his fellow dancer. With a few kisses on the cheeks and a tight hug, J/imin said goodbye for the night to his son and everyone else before heading out to meet the alpha in the parking lot.

He was led to the car, which was nice unsurprisingly and got in. He took in deep breaths all the way to N/amjoon's home, a really nice house near the beach, until he was led inside. The moment N/amjoon put his hands on J/imin's waist, the omega screamed and flinched away. It had the alpha taken aback and J/imin apologizing profusely while he teared up. N/amjoon shook his head, keeping his distance all while trying to comfort the crying omega. It took a while but once J/imin realized that N/amjoon wasn't a threat to him, he managed to calm himself. The alpha asked if he wanted to talk about anything and J/imin just... spilled his guts. To a perfect stranger who had brought him home to fuck him. He told him about what happened when he was 17. He told him about Jasper and T/aehyung and his parents and what happened with his own parents. He even told him about the landlord and why he agreed to go home with N/amjoon. By the time he was finished, he was shaking and crying again. N/amjoon managed to coax him into the living room, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. "Well, I'll tell you what. You're gorgeous but after this.. I don't want you to have to have sex with me if you're not comfortable. How about we talk. Get to know each other and I'll still pay you. Is that alright?" At first J/imin denied it, not wanting to take the alpha's money if he wasn't getting what he expected. But after a few more attempts from N/amjoon, J/imin finally relented. The two stayed up all night talking. About anything and everything they could think of. It turned out that J/imin had a lot in common with this alpha. He even found himself cheering up and having a good time with him. When it was time for him to leave, N/amjoon handed him a wad of cash, smiling at him. "as promised." Jimin teared up again.

He collected Jasper from H/oseok's, thanking the other omega profusely before heading home to pay his landlord, who accepted the money but told J/imin that it still wasn't nearly enough. The omega bared his fangs, balling his fists up. "That's more than the amount you told me!!" The landlord grins, pointing to himself and then downward. J/imin tenses and shakes his head. "no. No I will not. I refuse." "Then you need to be out in the next three days." No amount of arguing would help. He tried. For the first time in his life, J/imin cried in front of his son, who cried with him, not knowing what was upsetting his father so much. J/imin hugged the pup, explaining that they're going to have to move and when Jasper asks where.. J/imin tells the truth. "I don't know." He can't ask H/oseok. He has a family of his own and he doesn't want to impose. He can't ask anyone else he dances with either. They're friends and they protect each other but he doesn't know their personal lives as much as he knows H/oseok's. It's then that he remembers that N/amjoon had given him his phone number. He didn't want to. He really didn't. He had only met this guy a day ago! But he really had no other choice. A shelter wouldn't take them in. He was a single parent and they didn't like people like him. With a deep breath, he dialed the alpha's number, hands shaking as he waited for him to pick up. It took only two rings for N/amjoon to answer with a cheery "hello!" but it was quickly drowned out with J/imin speaking way too fast through his tears. "I..I hate to ask but can my son and I stay with you? Just until we can find somewhere else to go please. I.. I have no other options. He.. the landlord wanted me to.. do give him favors even after I gave him the money. P..Please N/amjoon..Please." The line was quiet for a moment and the omega had figured that the alpha was going to say no. Instead, his soft voice came through the receiver. "stay there. I'm coming to help you pack and pick you two up..and I have to have a chat with your landlord."

It took him about half an hour to arrive and at first Jasper is weary but after a few moments of getting to know the alpha, the pup is all over him. Asking him questions and showing him the little bit of toys he has. N/amjoon is instantly in love, helping the little family of two pack up all of their belongings and taking them to his car where he tells them to wait. He goes to talk to the landlord, giving the man some very threatening words, even lifting him off of the floor by his shirt. He gets their money back all except the amount for the last rent J/imin had to pay before meeting with the omega and his son and taking them back to his place. He had set a room up for J/imin and had another room set up for Jasper. "We'll fill these with new things over the time you're here but for now.. these two rooms are yours. You don't have to pay me rent. I don't need it. All I ask is that you treat me like a friend, alright? I know we just met but I promise you, I'm not a bad guy." J/imin wanted to hug the alpha but couldn't.. so he managed a teary eyed thank you. Jasper on the other hand, squealed and hugged N/amjoon's legs as tightly as he could. "thank you mister J/oonie! Thank you!"

J/imin continued to work at the club as the months passed. At first he started to save up for an apartment but as time went by, his and N/amjoon's friendship had slowly started to turn into something else. There was still no touching.. sexually anyway. J/imin had gotten comfortable with hugs and even cuddling. It took him a while but N/amjoon never ever pushed him to do something he didn't want to. Eventually the two started dating. Months upon months went by and J/imin had fallen head over heels for this alpha. He never thought he'd be loved for the way he was but N/amjoon never pushed. They didn't need to have sex right now it's okay. He was ready when J/imin was finally ready, whenever that may be. The omega had quit his job a month later and as sad as he was to say goodbye to everyone, he was happy he didn't have to deal with the creeps anymore. He got to stay home with his son, get a full night's sleep for the first time in six years. Jasper was transferred to a better school as well.

All the comfort had eventually caught up to J/imin and over the next two years, he had gained weight. A lot of it. He had ballooned up to 410 pounds and now sported a large double belly, a wide, dimpled ass with thighs to match and his hips brushed against the doorframes in the house, a large double chin and round face complete with overly puffy cheeks, his arms were flabby and he had a little roll of fat over his elbows and his moobs were fat and heavy, jiggling whenever he walked. He still hadn't gotten comfortable enough for sex..and with all the added weight didn't think he'd ever be comfortable. He felt.. absolutely and utterly ugly. Sure, the weight gain was from him being comfortable and happy but what if N/amjoon left him now? What if he threw him and Jasper out on the streets because he wasn't attracted to the omega anymore? A night came where J/imin asked N/amjoon this and the alpha looked almost offended. "Minnie, I love you for who you are, not what you look like and besides, all of this happened because you're comfortable for the first time in your life since you were 17, right?" J/imin nods, looking down to which N/amjoon cups his chubby cheeks, making him look the alpha in the eyes. "Baby, I'm always going to want you and only you. I promise. I like how soft and squishy you've grown. Your hugs have gotten even comfier and it's always nice to have you cuddling against me. I'll admit, sometimes it turns me on, but I'll never act on that until you're ready, okay? I promise."

J/imin teared up, biting his lip. For the first time since he was 17, he opened his mouth to ask N/amjoon for sex. "I..I'm ready. It's been.. It's been 8 years now.. and I know it's going to stick with me forever.. but you've made it easier for me to forget. You've made it easier for me to love.. and touch and be touched again. I.. I love you Joonie.. please.. please I'm ready." N/amjoon confirmed with the omega that he was sure three more times before they began and another three times during. Each time J/imin confirmed that he was okay, that he was enjoying everything. For the first time in 8 years, J/imin was happy and enjoying himself. He felt loved. He felt comfort and N/amjoon was so gentle, always asking if he was okay or if what he was doing was too much. Afterward, when they were snuggling in bed, J/imin knew that he'd never have to be afraid again.

#tw rape #tw abo #tw mpreg #This is..well.. I could go longer but it's 5:30am #a lot is missing cause it's just some idea #but I'd love to like.. write this or rp it maybe idk #make it darker if i can #Jimin still has trauma and there are times he'll have panic attacks #or won't let Namjoon touch him #but that's okay and Namjoon is always there for him.#Hoseok and Taehyung are still in contact with him too

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Won’t You Stay (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is almost ready to start filming her movie, The Dark Woods, with her dad but is nervous but how it will all turn out. She’s feeling better by the first day of filming but when her other lead actor quits, she needs to find a new one and fast...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, car accidents

A/N: Please enjoy the first of many parts!

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“Alright, so we’re going to have Ethan run down this hallway here, turn, tight in over his shoulder and push past to go down the way he came to catch sight of the baddie chasing him,” said Mark, your director of photography. You pursed your lips and hummed, walking through the warehouse location, your dad watching off to the side.

“Reverse it,” you said. “I want the supposed baddie’s back, in the first hallway, chasing my dad. Tight in over his shoulder, push past that guy and then get onto my dad. It’s supposed to be scary. I want the chase and tension.”

“You got it boss,” said Mark.

“You sure that’s what you want to do, kiddo?” asked your dad, Ethan. You glanced over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“I want a ‘heart stops beating in the chest’ moment,” you said. “Fear. Prey being hunted.”

“But my character turns out to be the predator in this case,” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Exactly. The audience won’t know until it’s too late. Heart stopping, edge of the seat opening scene. I want them to feel for Hale and then have him flip the tables on them and then flip ‘em right back. I want the hallway shot one long continuous shot too. We might need to work on it some and get in a few rehearsals but it’s what I want,” you said.

“Sounds good. Opening scenes can really make a movie. I can’t wait to start filming next week,” said Mark with a grin. “This is going to get nominated for an Oscar or some shit.”

“I’ll settle for not bombing at the box office,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time. “It’s starting to get late. I’m good for the day if you guys are.”

“Good with me. I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, Y/N,” said Mark. You gave him a wave as he headed out, your dad poking his head down the hallway again as you walked around one last time.

“I sound like a total bitch, don’t I, demanding what I want to do,” you said. He whipped his head around and frowned.

“No sweetie, not at all. Director ain’t an easy gig. You’re gonna have to know what you want all the time and some days, you’ll have to be a hardass about it. But you’re doing very good with all of your prep work. No one knows this story like you do,” he said.

“Why did I agree to do this,” you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. “I wrote the damn book. Why did I say I’d direct it too? Direct my own father?”

“Because you love this story. I love this story. Mom and Anthony and Ella love it. You wanted it to get the treatment it deserves. You’re gonna do great,” he said.

“Remind me of this when I’m two weeks into filming and I end up flipping out,” you said. He gave you a big squeezing hug, spinning you around in circles. “Dad.”

“Mhm, sweetie,” he said. “You’re coming over for dinner to relax. No excuses.”

“I’ll take the free food,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked out towards where the car was parked. “How’d you not be terrified all the time?”

“Terrified of what?” he asked.

“You had me when you were 18. I was nine by the time you were my age. I can’t even keep a houseplant alive and now I’m making a multi million dollar movie and I feel like I’m gonna explode already. I can’t imagine being responsible for a kid,” you said.

“I was terrified to be honest. Grandma and grandpa helped us a lot. The whole family did. Becoming a rising Hollywood star was nothing compared to single dad though. You used to be the center of attention when my buddies would come over. You remember that?” he asked.

“I was your responsibility though,” you said.

“And I don’t regret having you for a second,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “How cool is it that we get to work together? This is going to be great, sweetie. I’ll try to help the hard days not be so hard too, okay?”

“Okay. I grew up on film sets. Hopefully this doesn’t go as bad as I think it will.”

“What do you mean he’s out? He can’t be out. He’s the other fucking lead!” you shouted into your phone late Monday morning. Your dad slurped up his noodles from his lunch at the craft services tent, most everyone going quiet and looking at you. You ditched your plate and went outside to the lot, running your hand over your face. “Where is Gil Nicholas going? He signed-”

“Dropped out. His contract allowed him to do that up until filming started which technically wasn’t until tomorrow so he’s able to do it,” said the casting director on the other end.

“What…” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Relax, Y/L/N. I’ve known your dad since he was a bright eyed 18 year old kid. I ain’t calling with this kind of news without having a backup plan. There’s this guy out there, Jensen Ackles. He’s an up and comer. He was on a sci-fi horror network show that got the axe after a few seasons. The kid’s good though. Better than Gil for sure. He doesn’t have the name recognition that Nicholas did and this would be his biggest production ever but the kid is used to the horror genre,” he said.

“It’s not a horror movie,” you grumbled. “I’ve never heard of this guy. How old is he?”

“Twenty eight. Been in the business for about ten years. He’s got a good strong look to him. Athletic but soft,” he said. “He’s good looking. The face alone would get some people out to see the film. Get his shirt off and stick that in the trailer, you’ll get people to come see this movie no problem.”

“I wrote the damn book in my childhood bedroom. I published it and sold the movie deal on my own. If I need to get someone naked to sell this story, it doesn’t deserve to be on the big screen,” you said.

“Okay...relax before you blow a gasket. I got some other guys that could play Lyle. We could put together an emergency casting session this evening, see about getting a guy in for the morning?” he asked.

“Alright. Do the session. My dad’s off the rest of the day so see if he’s available for chemistry reads,” you said. “Please.”

“Can do, Y/N. The studio isn’t going to let one of the most popular books of the past few years crash and burn. It’s a goldmine waiting to happen for them. We’ll find the right guy to play Lyle. I promise.”

“Hey,” you said, jogging into the casting studio around 8 that night, catching your dad reading over a page of the script. “How was Ella’s volleyball game?”

“They won. She spiked the ball and hit some poor girl in the face though. She was crying the last time I saw her,” said your dad.

“I’ll call her after this,” you said, closing your eyes. “How’d the chemistry reads go?”

“Just got that Ackles kid left to do. I’ll be honest. It ain’t been pretty in there. Two hot shots that ain’t worth shit, one that sounds horrible and another that can’t even pronounce full words,” he said.

“Lovely,” you said. “Where’s the Ackles guy then? I thought you guys were expecting to be wrapped up by now.”

“Late. Not the best sign,” he said. You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head back. “Go take a walk around the building, kiddo. I’ll talk to casting, see if there’s other possibilities. Worst case, we rework schedules, film anything without a lead while they find one.”

“This is a disaster and it’s only the first day,” you said.

“Y/N. Go on, take a breather,” said your dad. You sighed but went back outside, throwing your head back as you started to walk the block for a few minutes.

A whistle from a dim alley made you roll your eyes as you walked past.

“Hey, princess. I was talking to you,” said the man.

“Fuck off. Not in the mood,” you said. Next thing you knew a hand was on your shoulder and you were being shoved back against a brick building.

“Well that’s not very nice,” said the guy.

“Hey!” barked another voice. You both turned your heads to spot a younger guy already looking a little beat up walking down the sidewalk. “Pick on somebody your own size.”

“You want another ass kicking tonight? Looks like you already lost,” said the guy. He turned his attention to the other man but you were still stuck in a dead end alley with him. You tried to brush past him but the guy caught your arm, the younger one staring him down. “Just having a fight with my girlfriend, buddy.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, fuckface,” you said, stomping on his foot and turning around, kicking him in the nuts. He dropped your arm and you ran past to the young guy, standing behind him for a moment.

“Get out of here. Now,” he said. You took off back down the block to the casting studio, ducking into the lobby. Five minutes later you were pacing the halls, trying to get through on the phone to the police when the young guy appeared sporting a freshly bruised cheek. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. You? I’m trying to get through to the police but they put me on hold,” you said. He gave you a smile and shook his head.

“I’m fine. Rough night is all,” he said as he wiped some dirt off his cheek. He was handsome and looked strong but you could tell he wasn’t the fighting type.

“Busy saving other damsels?” you joked.

“The car in front of me tonight got in an accident. Car rolled and I helped get the driver out. Guy went into diabetic coma for a hot second so that was fun hanging with him until the ambulance got there and then that just happened. Obviously not my night. I’m supposed to be having the biggest audition of my life two hours ago here. Probably a sign it’s not meant to be,” he said.

“Well there’s at least two people out there grateful for you popping up tonight. Maybe your audition will go well,” you said, smiling to yourself.

“I doubt it,” he said. “I should just go home. They probably won’t even let me anymore.”

“I know some people that work here,” you said, his ears perking up. “Give me your name. I’ll make sure you get your audition.”

“Really? Uh, thanks. I’m Jensen Ackles. I’m supposed to be auditioning for Lyle Sullivan on The Dark Woods movie,” he said.

You stared at him, Jensen giving you a smile.

“You okay? If you don’t know anyone on that that’s cool, really,” he said. You nodded and said you’d take care of it. You went down another hall and into a large audition room where your dad was talking with the casting director while on the phone with one of his cop friends.

“Hey. Ackles is here,” you said.

“Kid’s two hours late,” said the casting director.

“We’re desperate, not that desperate,” said your dad. “Trust me. If he can’t even show up for an audition on time-”

“He’s the guy that just got that other one to leave me alone on the street,” you said. Your dad immediately put down his phone and looked at you. “He says he helped a guy who was in a car accident earlier and that’s why he’s late. He looks it. I want to give him a chance.”

“Alright. He can have a chance,” said your dad.

“Alright. Ethan, scene 22 again. Y/N, want to watch in here or on the monitor?” asked the director.

“Monitor. I’ll pop back in with my decision,” you said. You went in the back room and sat down, a TV on a small table in front of you. You turned it on and reached across the table, finding one of the pads of paper and pens that were normally there. You jotted down a few things to yourself.

He had the look of Lyle which was a huge plus for you. Short cute brown hair in spiky strands. The signature green eyes. The slight scruff on his cheeks.

He popped in front of the camera, still and quiet as he watched a few people move about. He was tall and had strong arms but there was something innocent and kind about him you couldn’t place. You smiled. Lyle had to be both the soft sweet boy and the tear your throat out with his teeth type. This guy seemed like he could pull that off potentially.

You sat back and watched your dad appear on the screen, shaking hands with Jensen briefly before they started.

Twenty minutes later you leaned back in your seat and stood up. Jensen was good. Nervous around your dad and shy but that was okay. During the read, all of that fell away. He was Lyle Sullivan, far better than Gil had ever played him. Jensen seemed to know just how to play Lyle’s relationship with Hale and it made you wonder if he’d ever read the book.

You popped into the casting room, Jensen no longer in there, your dad and a few other people discussing what they’d seen.

“We know what we think. What about our director?” asked your dad as he crossed his arms.

“I want him. I want him real bad,” you said. “He was good.”

“Alright. I think we’re all at a consensus then,” said the casting director with a smile. “We need him in tomorrow morning to start filming though. We need to work a temporary contract out tonight and-”

“Give him Gil’s contract, minus the ability to pull out,” you said. “It’s simple.”

“The studio ain’t paying a small screen, barely has a fan base, guy a couple million dollars,” he said.

“The Dark Woods is a wildly popular book with a built in fan base. Pay the man his money. What’s the big deal,” you said.

“I’m telling you right now, they won’t pay the kid three million,” he said. “He isn’t worth it in their eyes. Your dad is an established, multi-franchise, lead for both TV and movies. There is a reason your father is being paid very well. You earn that in this business, kid.”

“I negotiated my salary and a movie deal, on my own. Don’t call me a kid. I am twenty seven years old and do not tell me I don’t know what I’m doing. Use Gil’s contract and get him signed before he leaves the building,” you said. The casting director stared at you before he got up and left the room. Your dad gave you a look that you rolled your eyes at. “What?”

“You’re gonna be just fine as a director, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said around midnight when you finally had all of the paperwork settled. Jensen was walking out into the main hall with his agent by his side. “How’d it go?”

“I got it!” he said, all smiles, his agent saying a quick goodnight to him. “Thank you so much for putting in a good word. I can’t believe they even let me audition let alone gave me the role.”

“Well, I just got you the audition. You got the job on your own,” you said.

“Still. I owe you a drink,” he said. He had big bright green eyes, still a bit shy but you could tell his excitement was giving him some confidence.

“I have work very, very early in the morning,” you said with a laugh, his face falling for a split second. “But I will definitely take a raincheck for Saturday night?”

“Alright. Sounds good to me,” he said as he smiled. You swapped phones for a moment, Jensen practically bouncing with excitement.

“You excited about this job, huh?” you asked as you put your phone away.

“You ever hear of The Dark Woods book? I love it. It’s so good. I was super excited to hear they were making it a movie and now I get to play Lyle freaking Sullivan? If you haven’t read it, you got to,” he said. “It’s awesome.”

“I’ll have to take a look sometime,” you said. “I’ll text you sometime for Saturday then?”

“Yeah. This is turning out to be the best day ever,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

#supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural series #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles x reader #spn reader insert #jensen reader insert #jensen x #jensen ackles x you

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velvet-paradox · 1 year

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Preview for: Exposed

Kiara knows what she's doing is wrong.

She knew it the minute she parked her car a few blocks down and over as to not be seen when you would eventually come home. She knew it when she hid along the alley's shadows until she hopped your back fence, shushing the dog next door who had come out with a yip.

Dammit, keep it down!

She definitely knew it was wrong when she pushed up your living room window. You kept a few stray milk crates at the back to help you catch rain water in abused kitchen bowls from the gutters you had to get fixed. And for your friends to slip in through if they so chose to forgo the front door or back door.

Friends like JJ Maybank.

Kiara shivered when she thought of him on quiet nights, skateboarding or walking or stealing his dad's truck to come over here. Who knew what you two were up to. Things had gotten a little muddy lately, the jokes you two seemed to be laughing at were those of the inside kind. The secret kind. The slinky kind.

Kiara noticed and would narrow her eyes, and there was a strange new bloom of feelings for the surfing blonde that made her insides twist. After a long night of drinking and laughing and someone thought it was a good idea to start a fucking tickle fight in the Château's backyard, to inquire of that's how Pope had felt.

Did it really hurt like that?

She shut the window quietly once safely inside, pausing to see or hear if you were home yet. Silence. Kiara couldn't risk getting the police called, Shoupe would add another quota and her mom would certainly blow a fucking gasket. She was already mad for a number of years now just why her daughter wanted to hang around riff raff like you on The Cut. So scared she'd end up a Pogue but everyone knew, even before graduation that Kie was meant for the bigger and brighter city lights then stuck out here on the island.

She just wasn't ready yet.

Tagging: @cherienymphe @synnersaint @out--of-the-reality @poguesarerogues

#preview post #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x female reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #obx x female reader #obx imagine #merry christmas eve

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Debut And (Minor) Fall

Commission for @wombatking! I'm amazed at myself for getting this out so fast! I hope it's to your liking!

"Nonono! Don't hork it down you animal!" Cassie laughs and takes a bite of her own cinnamon-sugar pretzel.

"What? I'm hungry!" Peter says with his mouth full.

"You're always hungry." Cassie shakes her head and tears off another piece of her pretzel as Peter fumbles for his phone when it pings.

He taps away at it after unlocking it to read the message, and then he points it away before directing Cassie a different direction.

"Mom asked us to pick up some things for Lucy." Peter explains and Cassie nods.

"Diapers and formula?" She guesses.

"Yup."

"Do you even know what to get?"

"Nope. He said you would know."

Cassie shakes her head in exasperation. Of course she knew what exactly Stephen got for Lucy because more often than not, she was with him whenever he picked up the baby supplies. She didn't mind though. It gave her a little more alone time with Peter before they were both pulled back into the chaos of the tower. Something she always missed because she learned during those five quiet years that she shouldn't take it for granted. There was a lot she didn't take for granted anymore.

When she sees Peter eyeing her pretzel she holds it away. "You had yours! Three in fact! Let me have my one!"

"Aww come on babe! They're so good!" Peter practically begs.

"No!"

Peter grins and reaches for the last bit of pretzel. "Come on it's just a--"

He suddenly freezes and Cassie yelps in surprise when Peter pushes her away and then her eyes widen when something blasts into sidewalk where she had been standing just moments ago. As the sidewalk smolders, she and Peter look into the direction the fireball came from and find what looked to be another psychotic villain with a grudge.

Fucking fantastic.

"Not cool." Peter says before tapping his nanotech bracelet to suit up and webs toward the villain after telling Cassie to find somewhere safe to hide.

For a moment she considered it, but when Peter was almost immediately blasted away when he got close enough to the attacker, she decided that it was probably time to reveal her powers. Tony had made her her own suit just in case, and Cassie hadn't even asked for one but she was glad for it. It was more subtle than the bracelets that Stephen and the boys had for their suits, and it still amazed her how Tony managed to fit a whole suit in a ring. It was like the others though and all it needed was a tap before nanites covered her body and formed a suit similar to her father's.

The moment she was completely covered, she grew to a large size and stopped Peter from hitting asphalt by catching him with one of her hands. Cassie hears him mumble to himself in confusion and then he looks up and the eyes of his suit widen.

"Holy shit!" Peter shouts.

He clearly had a default reaction to seeing people grow for the first time.

"You okay?" She asks.

"I...I will be when I have time to process...this," Peter motions to her. "That will have to wait. Do you mind?"

Peter points back toward the approaching villain and Cassie nods before tossing her boyfriend back towards him. As Peter webs what looks like a custom flamethrower away from the villain, Cassie shrinks back down and runs up to assist. Having his weapon ripped from his hands was enough of a distraction for Cassie to reach the villain and deliver a blow under his jaw, and he stumbles back in surprise.

The training Cassie went through was finally worth it as she continued to help Peter try and restrain the villain who had pulled out another weapon that was definitely alien. She wasn't even surprised to see one anymore. Like Hydra, alien weapons were always hidden in the cracks and came out at the most inopportune times and there was likely no chance of finding them all. Especially when people dismantled the power sources for use in other weapons. Peter had experience with that.

Cassie gets blasted back by the weapon and lands with a groan on the ground. This was still better than being tossed around by a celestial. While Quill never actually used his full strength while helping her train, he only pulled his punches just enough for it to hurt but not actually cause any damage to Cassie. Basically how he trained with Scott was how he trained with her. Quill pulled his punches but it still left some nasty bruises.

Cassie sits up and glares at the villain as she lifts one of her wrists. "I can do that too." She then sends a bio electric blast at him hitting both him and his weapon.

Peter webs him to the ground as he swings down to Cassie, and he helps her to her feet. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Papa has done worse if I'm gonna be honest."

"Ugh. I know what you mean. I think your dad is a masochist."

"I try not to think about it. Thanks."

The two walk over to the unconscious villain and look down at him.

"What do we do about him?" She asks.

"Ping the cops." Peter shrugs. "They'll come take care of him."

"That's it?" Cassie asks in surprise. "Seems a little…"

She trails off when she hears a soft beep over the noise around them and she looks closer at the villain. Peter looks as well and when Cassie looks at the weapon, her eyes widen when she sees a light on the weapon start to flash rapidly in tune with fast beeping.

"Run!" She yells.

But it was too late. The weapon exploded and the force of it sent both Peter and Cassie flying back in different directions. Cassie was sent into an alley and she groans when she lands into a pile of boxes and old wood, and she was pretty sure she felt something...snap? When she tosses the garbage off of her and tries to get to her feet, she cries out in pain when her ankle throbs and sends her to the ground.

"I believe you have fractured your ankle Miss. I suggest you lie still. I've already paged the doctor." Victor says and Cassie blinks in surprise.

"Victor? You're in my suit?"

"Yes. It was decided that I would help you whenever you felt the need to use your suit." The AI explains.

"Cassie!" Peter runs over just as a gateway opens and Stephen steps through.

"Victor says I broke my ankle and I'm inclined to believe him." She tells them and Peter carefully picks her up.

"Leave your suit on until we get you to medbay." Stephen says and motions for Peter to follow.

Stephen changes the destination of the gateway to the medbay and walks back through with Peter following close behind with Cassie. The sorcerer directs Peter to an empty bed and he carefully lays Cassie on it who hisses a little when her ankle is jostled. When Stephen asks her to, she retracts the suit and the nanites crawl back into their core in her ring and he carefully pushes up her pant leg to assess the damage. It was already swollen and purple and Stephen barely had to touch it for more pain to flare up.

"Ow!"

"I think Victor is right but we'll still take some x-rays." Stephen says.

While the doctor moves around getting things ready to x-ray Cassie's ankle, Bruce arrives with Scott and Quill and Cassie smiles sheepishly at her parents.

"What happened?" Scott asks as he rushes to her bedside.

"She kicked ass." Peter says. His suit had also been put away during her exam and now he was just standing by as support.

"A weapon self destructed and kind of rudely threw me into an alley." Cassie explains. "Broke my ankle."

Scott turns to Quill immediately. "Can you heal her?"

"Uhhh...I'd rather not. Bones are a little more finicky than flesh." Quill says.

"I'm okay." Cassie says as she rolls her eyes.

"Are you sure? No head injuries?" Scott asks when he returns his attention back to her.

"Tony made the suit. I'm sure I would have had a few if he didn't."

"That's not funny."

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Stephen's AI was right. Cassie had broken her ankle and Bruce had to put a plaster cast on her which she was required to wear for at least six weeks. He would monitor it closely during that time and much to Cassie's annoyance, Scott rarely let her move around. Which made sense, but he and Quill were disasters with housework and she was afraid to watch them attempt laundry. The few times they did it themselves, only twice it went without a hitch and the other times were too painful to recall.

"Ugh!" Cassie groans when Scott keeps her from getting up from the couch. "Are you going to help me pee?!"

Her father immediately holds his hands up. "Oh. No. That's all you peanut."

"Thank you." She sighs and gets up with her crutches and makes her way to the bathroom.

To be fair, going to the bathroom was a little bit of a struggle but at least it gave her some feeling of independence. Her dads barely let her do anything except go to the bathroom, and there was only one time she fell and needed help. She never told them that of course because she had been up with Peter and it happened to be in his bathroom. When she asked for his help, he was so calm about it and to her surprise he didn't even blush or sputter when he saw her with her pants halfway down. He just helped her up and looked away while he kept her up so she could pull them back up.

In fact, Peter had been a huge help ever since she got her cast. He got her whatever she wanted that he was capable of making (which wasn't much; he was almost as bad as Quill), he sometimes helped her change or get ready for the shower which was also something she didn't tell her dad's because they would blow a gasket, and he kept her company whenever Diana didn't. Diana was helpful too. She helped with bathroom stuff too if Cassie needed it and her parents knew about the little girl's help.

After she finishes in the bathroom and washes her hands, she opens the bathroom door and proceeds to leave, only for one of her crutches to get caught on the door jamb. She yelps and falls forward and fortunately gets caught by Quill who she had fallen against. He helps her straighten and uses a small amount of his powers to pick up the crutch she had dropped and returns it to her.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks. I'm gonna go upstairs." Cassie sighs.

"Let me help you to the elevator." Before Cassie can argue he points over in the direction of the elevator and she finds Emir sleeping near it. "He's kind of a big obstacle." Quill laughs.

"Oh, right." Cassie nods and accepts Quill's help, which consisted of him picking her up and carrying her to the elevator and he puts her back down as the doors open. "Thanks Papa."

Quill winks at her. "I'll distract your dad."

Cassie makes a face when she catches his insinuation and Quill cackles as the doors close. She was pretty sure he was taking advantage of her inability to run away by torturing her like this. She was half tempted to return the favor by insinuating that she and Peter were doing things but she was pretty sure that would backfire and her dads would try to kill Peter. She liked her boyfriend thank you very much.

When the doors opened again, she was immediately greeted by Peter who was the next to scoop her up. "Movie in bed?"

"I want to watch Moana and I want a shoulder massage. These crutches are killing me." Cassie pouts and Peter laughs as he carries her upstairs.

"Your wish is my command."

#spidersting #peter parker #cassie lang #mama bear au #stephen strange #scott lang #peter quill #celestial quill #ironstrange #fic commission

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