#i based her off a cowboy but with the whip she looks like a fucking indiana jones ripoff and now i love her even more
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Another dnd oc, this time for a Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign! I can't wait to play Gilda ;_;
#my oc#artists on tumblr#dnd#original character#oc#original character art#dnd 5e#dnd oc#gilda#bugbear#dnd fighter#fighter#wild beyond the witchlight#she's butch she's bisexual she has never read a book in her life she is everything to me#i based her off a cowboy but with the whip she looks like a fucking indiana jones ripoff and now i love her even more
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Netflix Cowboy Bebop Review (From Someone Who Loved the Anime and Watched it an Unhealthy Amount of Times)
Kinda tired of seeing these reviews from the people who either A) haven’t actually ever watched the anime yet still want to compare the two or B) saw the anime once 20 years ago and think they’re an expert based on that alone or C) binged the whole show all at once and didn’t actually take the time to truly watch everything and digest the story.
I watched this show every. single. day. for fucking YEARS. until Toonami finally took it off the air. And then I bought the DVD set and watched that constantly. I thoroughly love this series and very few animes have ever been able to be close to as good.
People are allowed their opinions, of course. Even true diehard fans aren’t always going to like adaptations of the original. But they can respect it, which makes a huge difference. Anyway, lets get into this shall we?
Obviously, there will be spoilers.
I’ll start with the Cons just to get them out of the way. There aren’t many.
Vicious: This is probably everyone’s biggest gripe and for good reason. He is the main antagonist of Spike (And kind of by proxy, to all the main characters) and even though in the original series he wasn’t actually on screen much, his presence was always very much there and very important to the plotline. Vicious is his name incarnate. He is cold, calculating, ruthless, smart as a whip, a man of few words, deadly in combat, and extremely level-headed to the point it may seem like he’s emotionless and unbothered by anything ever.
Netflix’s version absolutely was not this. In any way at all. This version of Vicious was almost... comical. A parody of what a villain ought to be and it’s honestly a damn shame. The casting was so very wrong for him that it kind of blows my mind. They got it so very right with 99% of everyone else. Not only is his look completely off but it seemed like the hair/makeup department kind of gave up after dying his hair. The dark eyebrows and chest hair (also, why tf did he need to be shirtless so much. ugh.) were just a very weird contrast to the ratty silver hair. His personality is utterly wrong. This Vicious is hot-tempered, has anger issues, blatantly abusive (both physically and emotionally and like more in a wife beater kind of way rather than just a cold heartless killer kind of way), talks way too much, and is easily and frequently bothered. By like, everything.
I would have much rather of had casting similar to Hugh Laurie, Jeremy Irons, Rhys Meyers, or Alexander Skarsgard. Rhys, with the right hair/makeup crew, could have been stunning as Vicious. But alas.
Netflix’s version does not have the same lingering threat in the background. Nothing about him invokes fear. I’m so very disappointed with how hard they failed on such a hugely important character.
Ed: I only have a few issues with Netflix’s Ed. 1. She isn’t POC. Ed is brown in the anime, full stop. Ed’s father is HELLA brown. Ed is Brazillian-coded and this has been known pretty much since she made her first appearance. Sure, its always been ambiguous... but it’s ambiguously brown. And there is a big difference when erasing a POC vs adding one. 2. The actress tries a little too hard with the over-the-top Edness. It felt really... weird. Inorganic. 3. She’s older, or at least bigger, than Ed should be, which makes the forced wild-child behavior even more out of place. Idk, just feels like the casting for this one was a bit off? doesn’t ruin the character by any means, just feels a little clunky.
Gren: Idk what to say about this one. Gren has always been my favorite non-main character. I loved how tragic his story was. I loved how smooth and suave he was. I loved how he came to accept who he was forced to become. And Gren was the first time I had ever seen someone who could be considered intersex in any form of entertainment media. He was a very profound character at the time and very unique. I always wished he could have lived and joined the Bebop family - he would have fit right in. I understand that the trope of his character hasn’t exactly aged well, but that doesn’t take away from the fact it was a tremendous step forward in the 90s and I wish at least part of that could have been preserved. Netflix’s Gren... don’t get me wrong, I love that character as well! But it isn’t the Gren we know in the slightest. It’s just some dude with Gren’s name. I fucking adore him, but I’d rather he be a different character.
Fighting Choreography/Stunts: They could have spent a little more time on the fighting scenes. Some of them are a little clunky and obviously taken step-by-step. Not terrible, not fantastic. Really could have done a better job with flying stunts especially. I know it’s supposed to be campy to a degree but jfc they might as well have just left the wire in for some of those shots.
Camera focus: Not sure wtf was going on with the focus in most of the shots, but it was like, strangely blurry outside of the main focal point. Like if the camera was focused on Jet, but Spike was beside him and talking, Spike would be just sliiiiightly blurred/out of focus. Just annoying more than anything.
And thats it, really. Julia/Vicious bugs me just a bit, but not enough to really be a con. Just kind of like, ehhhh they could have gotten to the same ending place without that, yknow?
Now, onto the Pros.
Respecting the Source Material: I have never seen an adaptation done with so much care, diligence, research, and all out respect as this was. Say what you will, but everyone tried their damn best to not only recreate some of the most iconic scenes, but to do the series justice with the new twists and fresh stories. From framing the shots, to costuming, to set design, and of course to the music. This is how you honor the source material you’re adapting.
I think, best of all, the campyness of everything remained. Bebop is a fucking cool anime, but you absolutely cannot deny how stupidly silly it can be as well. I enjoy they kept that alive. It’s hard for it to translate into live action without getting cringey (and certainly, in some parts it is) and I’d say on the grand scale they acheived just the right amount of camp.
Music: Bruh. What the fuck else can I say other than, as expected from Yoko and the Seatbelts... THIS FUCKS. I am 1000000% going to own this very lengthy soundtrack that I hope is going to be multi-disc like the original.
CGI: I’m actually very extremely pleased with the graphics. Yes, many times you can blatantly tell they’re greenscreening something but the level of detail that went into this shit is stunning. The ships are fucking spot on. The planets each feel unique and look realistic while honoring the original designs. The space shit like billboards and whatnot are badass. The astral gates look even cooler than the anime’s. Honestly, big fuckin kudos to the VFX team.
My one and ONLY complaint is that they didn’t edit out Cho’s contacts in post production. Very small complaint, and most people don’t even know to look for them. But when you’ve worked in eye care before they stand out like a sore thumb.
Set Design: It baffles me how they made the interior of the bebop look EXACTLY like it does in the anime. like holy fucking shiiiiiit. I adore the mixing of real, actual, authentic 80s/90s technology into so many things. I can’t express how much I love how so much tech is still analog in some way. Every room we’re taken into feels like a place you could walk into today, or went to 20 years ago. It feels so familiar. And hell, even the outside scenes look cool as fuck. and as I’ve mentioned before, all the places we’re taken to feel very unique. Considering a huge portion of these sets were likely built in studios with only a handful of scenes being on location somewhere, I really gotta hand it to them.
Diverse Casting: Aside from our main characters, I love just how many side, minor, and background characters are so very diverse. Not just ehtnicities, but body types, age, all spectrums of gender, accents, ect. It really cements how intermingled humanity has become since leaving Earth.
Ein: I know it’s a little silly to sing the praises of a canine actor but listen. The fact they used a real dog instead of doing some bullshit cgi dog is worthy of praise. Not only that but that was a VERY well trained dog. You know how a lot of times you can very obviously tell there’s a handler directly behind the camera coaxing the dog into doing whatever it should be doing? Yeah, I very rarely got that from this pup. Very good job from a very good boi.
Spike, Jet, and Faye: Honestly there’s not much to say about them because they all fuckin kicked ass. They all felt so much like the actual characters. They had such chemistry and charisma. Loved everything about them. I know a lot of people got butthurt that Faye wasn’t the half naked femme fatale trope of the 90s, and they can die mad. I LOVED this Faye. She was every bit as sexy, fiery, witty, and cunning as the original. Plus she has the added bonus of having the mouth of a sailor. All of them being aged up feels... right, too. I mean lets be honest here. Even if Spike was in the syndicate from like age 15 to 25 and then goes 3 years on his own, I still cannot fathom him having the set of skills that he does. That kind of stuff takes decadeS to master. Or Vicious being 27 and somehow a katana master, top assassin, fought in a war for a while, ect. Shit don’t make sense. I don’t know if they actually aged any of them up but considering the actors they got, I’d assume yes. It would make way more sense for Spike to be late 30s and Jet somewhere in his 40s. Faye still looks and feels like a mid-20s something. idk man. It feels way more grounded and real this way. I could NOT imagine this same plot playing out by a bunch of baby-faced actual 20-somethings who are barely even legal adults, yknow?
Plot/Storyline: There wouldn’t be much point in simply remaking the exact same thing 1:1 throughout the entirety of the series. So, understandably, the story has some differences. I thoroughly enjoy being able to identify each episode and know which one of the anime it’s based on, yet still not quite knowing what’s going down. The overarching plot, however, takes a pretty drastic turn from the original and frankly I’m very curious to see where it goes. Julia becoming a villain (maybe??) isn’t something I expected at all, and yet it makes perfect sense after all she’s been through. And hell, maybe this is her way of eventually getting rid of the entire syndicate once and for all. No clue! Thats the wonderful thing about it! I don’t know what will happen next and I am interested in that! Furthermore, this series feels way more seamlessly connected than the original ever did. That was kind of the thing back in the 90s so that episodes could be watched independently without needing to know what was going on, but they tried doing both at the same time and admittedly it didn’t always work out. Netflix’s version does a fantastic job of making each episode have a unique thing they have to overcome while still dealing with the main plot. It seems like Season 2 is going to incorporate the Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door movie, which feels like a good move since that is about where it comes in on the timeline And dear god I hope they release it around Halloween. If we’re lucky enough to get a season 3, that will be the grand finale build up. They’ve done a great job with pacing, almost matching the anime’s. I can’t say it enough how much respect the showrunners have given to the original. You can honestly tell the writing is done to remain faithful yet give us something new. I really hope they can take the backlash with a grain of salt. Those of us who truly and honestly love this series can seriously appreciate the dedication that went into this. The story certainly feels like it was made for us, the original fans who are grown up now. I’ve been dying for more sci-fi that can be both dark/gritty AND fun/silly. Reminds me a lot of Firefly (which, lets be honest, took heavy inspiration from Cowboy Bebop) with the mixture of serious story and things that’ll make you laugh. If you can love Firefly, you can love this series.
Overall, this was a VERY enjoyable show to watch and I’ll probably watch it a few more times to try and pick up anything I may have missed in the background. I’d really recommend ignoring the folks out there whining that they butchered the show - most of them are literally basing it on clips and stills rather than, you know, actually watching it. And obviously it shouldn’t need to be pointed out that this is an adaptation and things will be different. Don’t go into it expecting everything to be exactly the same across the board.
I’d probably give this 8.5/10. There are definitely areas of improvement that I sincerely hope they work on in season 2, but this was really damn good. Mad respect to everyone who worked on the show!
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Golden
(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )
Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe
Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):
Ladies Love Country Boys
Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube
Watching Airplanes
Chapter 2:
Cowboy Sweet Ass sent you a Location
New Message from Cowboy Sweet Ass
See you there ;)
Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.
They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.
Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.
Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.
Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.
“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.
Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.
“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.
Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, what's wrong?”
“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.
Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.
“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.
Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.
“So.. horses?”
“Shut up”
“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.
“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.
“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.
“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.
“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.
“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”
“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.
“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.
“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.
“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.
“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.
“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”
“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.
“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”
Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.
As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.
After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.
“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.
“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.
“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.
“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.
The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.
Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.
Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.
“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.
Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.
Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.
“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.
A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.
“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.
The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.
Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.
Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.
Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.
“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.
Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.
Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.
They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.
The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.
“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.
“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.
“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.
He knows where this is going.
“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.
“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.
“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.
Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”
“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.
Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.
He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.
“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”
A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.
Logan and Finn were on one of those.
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@bironfam i hope this is okay!
Tony didn’t think that their new astronaut was going to be anything special.
Well.
That’s a lie.
You kind of have to be special if you’re going to be an astronaut for NASA. You have to keep your cool, have good eyesight, and be okay with the possibility of dying. Maybe. Maybe you have to be cool with that.
Tony is rather good at his job. From revolutionizing how space suits are made to making the functions of the ship easier to manage, Tony is NASA’s secret weapon, the handyman of all handymen.
He’s usually squirreled away in his workshop, at his apartment that he honestly needs to clean far more than he does, or arguing with Potts about why he needs eight different coffee mugs.
They know him as a guy who doesn’t exactly give a rat’s ass about the chain of command, or dress code.
“You can’t fire me,” he had told Happy, after he had tried once again to stop Tony from entering areas containing sensitive information in sweatpants and a sweatshirt that proclaimed him the “MIT class of 1992.”
Tony is good at his job, nearly too good. He likes it that way.
But back to the astronaut.
Danvers had taken leave to take care of her family, and honestly? Space usually isn’t a lifetime event for astronauts. You see too much of it, you need time away. A lot of time away.
Pepper is giddy. She loved Carol, but Carol was happily married with a baby girl, and this one? This one wasn’t.
Not that Pepper was looking for anyone. No, she and her partner Nat had standing date nights every Saturday evening, and she loved them too much to even think about anything else.
But Tony? Tony needed someone. He never really dated anybody, at least not anybody that he genuinely liked.
Stark was a powerful name, and it got tossed around a little bit, but Tony mostly kept to himself and only responded to it when he was at a party or Happy was mad at him for forgetting his ID badge yet again.
James Rhodes was a nicely built man with a strong, confident aura, and single.
(Pepper had checked.)
She thought that he and Tony would get along quite well, if anything.
James is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d rather just get to work on what he needs to do. Getting into the air is one of the best feelings, and the sooner he can experience it, the sooner he’ll be fine.
He always pushed the limits, and space is just the last limit he gets to push. He’s excited. He’s always wanted to work for NASA, be on their roster of astronauts. He wants little kids who identify with him to know that they can do it too.
So he’s ready to work with the best and brightest of their era.
“Where the fuck are my nachos?!”
His head whips around to a man who is wearing an ill-fitting cardigan (that is most likely not his), old jeans that have what look to be equations written on one thigh, and glasses that are most definitely broken sitting at an angle.
“Your nachos were too close to the computers,” one woman says without looking up. “Stop bringing nachos here or I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“You can’t kill me,” the man retorts.
“Tony,” comes another voice. James turns and sees who must be Pepper Potts. “Go to your office. Now. Change your pants, you wrote on them again.”
“I did?”
He looks down and swears.
“Son of a bitch!” He then looks at Jim. “Wait, who are you? Are you the new astronaut?”
“Uh, yes? I’m James.”
He sticks out his hand.
Who seems to be Tony stares at his hand.
“Your name is seriously James?”
“Do you think I’m bad at jokes?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
Tony grins.
“No, I think you’re gonna be a riot. But I’m not calling you James.”
“Jim, then.”
“No,” Tony says. “You’re not an old man, you’re still attractive.”
His eyebrows raise.
Tony’s face pales.
“I’m going to. Go. I have math on my pants.”
Pepper snorts, readjusting her grip on her clipboard.
“Welcome to NASA, Colonel Rhodes. I can promise you that we don’t usually yell about our lunch location or write on articles of clothing.”
-
Surprisingly, James doesn’t see Tony for two weeks. Apparently, he’s been working outside with a couple of the interns to calculate some stuff, rework some of the older ships for experience, and stay out of the way of Pepper, who says that he’s attempting to murder her via headaches to deal with.
He seems interesting, however. There are sticky notes and papers all over the offices and breakrooms reminding people of what Tony had for breakfast/lunch/dinner, or where the extra coffee supplies are.
“You provide for him?” he asks Pepper one time.
“He gets too much into his own head sometimes,” Pepper says. “He focuses too much on a program or an improvement and forgets that he works around other people. You wouldn’t believe how many times we had miniature science experiments based off of lunches that he would leave in the fridge.”
Rhodes nods. “Well. I’ll look forward to working with him.”
-
Tony has been working outside of the office for two reasons:
1.) To legitimately help the interns. (Ned and Peter are making improvements!)
2.) James Rhodes is the hottest guy on earth. Maybe in the universe. For real. Seriously.
He hates Pepper for this. Didn’t even tell Tony what the new astronaut looked like, and then shows up with a god of a man. Rude and unfair.
And he had to be the dumbass with the equation on his pants.
He didn’t even have spare pants! He had to stay in his office for the whole day because the equation was actually really important and he needed it.
“Why didn’t you just transfer it over on paper?” Bruce asks over the phone. Bruce is his friend who works in a technically classified, off-the-books, not-exactly-government-issued building. He’s cool. He also points out the obvious.
“I’m the biggest idiot on the planet,” Tony groans. “There was just a new guy at work, and he threw me off balance, so-”
“What’s he look like?”
“Why, you not crushing on that hot Nordic space dude?”
“No, still am. But I still remember when Barton came to work for you guys and you didn’t know that his name wasn’t George until about six months into him working there.”
“In my defense, he works mostly with physical therapy and prep for no gravity,” Tony says. “I work with math and shit.”
“Still,” Bruce says. “You wouldn’t have pointed him out if you didn’t think he was cute. What’s he like?”
“I...don’t exactly know.”
“Oh my god, you’ve been avoiding him?”
“Oh what, like you didn’t jump out of a window when Thor almost saw you in a tank top?”
“I have a farmer’s tan! Totally different circumstance!”
“Is it?”
“I hate you.”
“Get to dating Thor and then we’ll talk again. Have fun re-revolutionizing green energy, Dr. Banner.”
“Look to the stars, Tony.”
-
James has to get fitted for his suit.
He faces Tony, who looks quite different from when he first saw him. His hair is somewhat less messy, he has one of those geeky NASA-logo shirts that they sell at Target, and is wearing khaki pants with about a million different pockets.
(Something in his mind is whispering that he definitely shouldn’t find him attractive. But he will anyways.)
“Alright space-cowboy, let’s get your measurements,” Tony says. “You feeling okay today?”
“Right as rain.”
“Rain is never good, sunshine,” Tony quips. “Now, about your nickname from me...hm. Rhodey.”
“How’d you figure that out?”
“Substituted the ‘s’ for a ‘y’, just simple stuff,” he says with a shrug. “You approve?”
“I...guess.”
“Good. Now Rhodey, how are you feeling?”
“Like sunshine and gumdrops,” he responds sarcastically.
Tony smiles, and damn if it makes his heart thump a bit.
“Better answer, soldier. Extend those arms, please.”
Tony smells really nice. Subtle cologne and clean laundry. Rhodey finds that he likes it.
“How’ve you been doing, Tony?”
“Like a gentle breeze on a day that’s seventy-two degrees,” Tony answers. “Work’s been good today. Helen made tacos.”
“I had some of those, they were pretty good.”
“Mm,” Tony answers. “Legs a bit more apart, thank you.”
Rhodey shifts his stance a little bit, carefully not watching Tony bend down just a tad to get the bottom of his foot.
(But oof, that was hard.)
Tony comes back up again, looking into Rhodey’s eyes. For a moment, for a brief moment, his breath is taken away.
“I need to wrap my measuring tape around your waist. You okay with that?”
“More than.”
“Don’t get saucy,” Tony winks. “No one likes more than one floozy at the office, and that’s what got me this job anyways.”
Rhodey lets out a laugh, and Tony grins.
He likes making him laugh. Likes it more than he should.
-
They spend more and more time together. Tony always makes adjustments, Rhodey realizes that Tony doesn’t exactly keep track of when he eats, so they have lunch together.
They like it a lot.
On good-weather days, they eat outside on a bench. Tony leans against one said, foot brushing Rhodey’s calf, and Rhodey doesn’t really mind because he’ll lean over occasionally and steal whatever Tony’s eating.
“This is theft, you know.”
“You eat like a bird, what do you know about food theft?”
Tony almost always stays later than anyone else except for nights with Rhodey.
Once a month, they have dinner together. Rhodey’s new to the area and Tony’s almost never social with anyone, so they’ve been working through a list of the three-star-rated restaurants and seeing which ones they like.
“It’s kind of like a date,” Pepper says, on her monthly hangout with Tony (and also kind of a clean-up party for his house).
“Not dates,” Tony says. “Just friends. I’m sure he has his eye on someone in or out of the office.”
“Like you?”
“His first impression of me was me writing an equation on my pair of jeans, and then I haven’t exactly upgraded my style since,” Tony deadpans. “He’s seen me in neon orange sweatpants, Pep. You don’t exactly come back from that.”
“Maybe he likes you for who you are!”
“God that’s such a bullshit answer,” Tony whines. “You sound like a straight-to-video movie that came out in 1997!”
“That’s too specific.”
“And? You still get the point!”
Pepper flings a pillow his way.
“Where is your wine?”
“In the same cabinet you always leave it.”
“Goody.”
While Pepper sways to bed, Tony thinks about what she said.
It could be possible. Tony had never exactly asked him about himself in that capacity, but Rhodey never had an odd reaction to a statement that involved talking about a partner of the same-sex or a one-liner about it.
Maybe?
...no.
Guys like Rhodey deserved someone better than someone who forgot to eat lunch four out of the seven days of the week. (And maybe four was being generous.)
-
On the flipside, Rhodey was currently telling his woes to Carol, who was laughing at him.
“You nerd!” she says. “You like Tony, and you’ve done nothing about it? Have you even told him that you also like guys? Cuffed your pants?”
“No,” Rhodey says. “I just...why would he like someone like me? I’m...boring.”
“You’re not boring,” Carol says.
“Yeah you are!” Maria calls from the kitchen. “You’re very boring, Mr. ‘Only-Drinks-Black-Coffee’!”
Carol giggles.
“Maybe Maria has a point. Maybe.”
Rhodey groans, leaning against the couch.
“I’m so fucked.”
“On the contrary-”
“Oh shut up.”
-
Pepper is tired of people’s problems. They’re getting closer and closer to launch, and Clint’s out sick and Helen is being weird again, and Jane is off somewhere to a secret government-but-not-government launch to discuss things with two potential boyfriends. (Maybe boyfriends. Maybe.)
Tony is getting stressed.
Usually, he’s the only one who’s fine during a launch. He’s still cracking jokes, making fun events, and calming down people who are a bit too nervous.
But usually, he’s not as close to the astronaut as this.
He’s been thinking about the accidents they’ve had over the years. He doesn’t want a repeat. He’s been pulling all-nighters, avoiding sleep, and checking in on Rhodey consistently, to the point where Rhodey has to drag him outside and tell him that things will be fine.
(In Pepper’s professional opinion, they’d be fine if they just did a goodbye kiss or whatever, but okay.)
Tony’s getting into his own head.
So is Rhodey.
He’s going to be gone for a long time. He’s going to miss the holidays. And Tony won’t be able to talk to him everyday.
“You should tell him,” Pepper murmurs. “I think you both would benefit from it.”
“I’m not going to play that unfair card,” Rhodey murmurs back. “I either confess my love and go to a dangerous mission knowing that he loves me back and I said it when I can’t return, or he doesn’t and I just played a guilt-trip card.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Isn’t it?”
Rhodey shakes his head.
“I...I can’t do that to him. Wouldn’t be right. After the mission.”
“After, then,” Pepper says. “When you come home.”
Rhodey grins.
-
The day of launch happens far quicker than anyone wants it to, most of all Tony.
Pepper actually kicked him out of his office, told him to shower, and wear something nice for once.
“Make sure he knows he has someone to come home to,” Pepper says. “Wear your turtleneck!”
“It’s only September,” Tony scowls. “And he’s his own person who’s about to launch himself into space.”
“He will be fine,” Pepper says. “With your research and work, we’ve cut down overlooked mistakes by about forty percent.”
“Still not half.”
“Because we’re NASA,” Pepper sniffs. “Our mistakes matter more, so we make less of them.”
Tony nods.
-
He ends up almost being late to the launch because of Pepper’s stupid wardrobe advice.
He’s wearing his nicest pair of pants, a button-up that’s been at the back of his closet for quite some time, and he’s feeling stupid because he had to play AC/DC in the car so he would actually focus on what was going on.
Now he’s waiting for Rhodey to exit wearing the space suit that he made and to tell everyone that it was an honor and a privilege to be going to space where things happen and Tony can’t be there to help.
Life sucks.
But it goes on, and there’s Rhodey in the brilliantly-designed suit, and Tony’s never been more proud and more sad, but he sucks up his tears and walks up anyways.
“Hey space-cowboy. Ready to explore the frontier?”
“As ever,” Rhodey says. “You ready to forget to eat your lunch all over again?”
Tony smiles.
“You’ll have to check in with me soon, then,” Tony says. “Cut the mission short?”
Rhodey laughs.
“Wish I could. But I’ll send you pictures,” he says. “I promise.”
Tony stops for a moment, smile dropping from his face.
“Promise me one more thing.”
“Anything,” Rhodey says. “Anything you want.”
“Come back safe. Swear to me that you will.”
Rhodey grins.
“Safe and sound, honey. Safe and sound.”
Tony watches him board the ship, wave to the cameras, and wink at him.
He rolls his eyes, but blows a kiss anyways.
-
Tony’s a nervous wreck.
Pepper has decided that Rhodey needs to not go on missions anymore, or at least take Tony with him because he’s annoying.
“Can you stop crying on the second floor bathroom? It’s getting annoying,” Pepper says. “Clint says he can hear you and feels bad.”
“Well how are we supposed to know that Rhodey’s okay?!” Tony says. “For all I know, he could be dead!”
“I really hope you don’t mean that,” comes a voice from behind.
Tony whips around, seeing Rhodey’s grainy face from the big screen.
“You bitch!”
He laughs, and it doesn’t sound real, but he can see him.
“Hey Tony. You been making sure no one is pissed at you for forgetting your dinner in the fridge?”
“Well, now I will,” he admits. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Rhodey smiles. “How’s everything been down there?”
“Boring,” Tony says. “When are you coming back?”
“I got about two more months,” Rhodey says. “And then I’ll be back.”
“Quit hogging all the screen time,” Natasha teases. “You lovebirds can have your moment on earth.”
Tony blinks.
“What.”
But by that time, Natasha and Sam have already been asking a million questions, and Pepper is filling Rhodey in on what he’s missed.
Tony is still stuck on the whole ‘lovebirds’ thing that Natasha suggested.
...that couldn’t be possible. And yet if other people saw it that way...
“Tony? Tony?”
He blinks again, looking back up at the screen.
Rhodey is smiling at him, that smile that means that he’s happy to see someone.
“I’ll see you soon, honey.”
“Right back at you, space-cowboy.”
The screen goes to black, and Tony smiles a bit.��
“Aw, you nerd,” Clint teases. “So, you gonna ask him out on a date?”
“Clint, I will cut off your leg,” Tony says cheerily. “I have to go finish some paperwork!”
Tony’s done all of his paperwork, it’s one of the few times that Pepper’s had it done on time.
He has to keep doing things to stop thinking about Rhodey.
-
He writes him letters. He knows that he won’t ever read them, but writing letters helps and sometimes it makes his hands less jittery.
He’s not ever going to send them. Ever. Letters are cheesy and they feel...personal.
Pepper tells him that he’s being lame.
“I’m not being lame!” Tony cries. “I am just. Protecting myself!”
“You have the reasoning of a Jane Austen love interest,” she says flatly. “I swear if you don’t tell him, then I’ll meddle. And you know how bad I am when I meddle.”
“You literally have made things so much worse for so many people,” Tony responds.
“Not worse, per se.”
“Oh right, how could I forget?” Tony exclaims sarcastically. “You made things the worst.”
“If we weren’t such good friends, you’d be dead,” Pepper says.
“Then let’s be worst enemies,” Tony mutters. “You still ready for pizza night?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Pepper says. “Meet at your place at seven, right?”
“Right.”
-
Here is what Tony does not know: Rhodey’s coming back down earlier than expected, and Pepper knows this.
So she’s been busying Tony with work while she’s acclimating Rhodey to life on earth again.
“Has he really missed me?” Rhodey asks for about the twentieth time in about two hours.
“Yes,” Pepper says. “I hope these aren’t your talking points for your interviews. If people know you’re this much of a love-struck idiot in real life, they won’t take you seriously.”
“I just missed him!”
“Oh sure,” she responds, rolling her eyes. “And I’m sure you’ll tell the news reporters that you missed me with as many stars in your eyes as now. You like him, you absolute geek.”
“Well, maybe a little,” Rhodey mutters. “But you’re sure he’ll like the surprise?”
“One hundred percent.”
-
Tony is having, perhaps, the worst day in his life. Maybe in history, if he’s being quite honest.
His car, for one thing, won’t start for more than is done-away-with concern, so he has to call Pepper and say that he’s going to be late since he has to fix his own car.
“Will you get coffee on the way here?” Pepper asks.
“Your usual order?”
“Yeah, you know the drill.”
Then the line is long because some stupid person wanted to complain, and Tony was this close to just threatening to buy the entire store to make it stop, and he cried on his way to work because he saw a duck cross the road and it reminded him of how Rhodey crashed his first car avoiding a duck that was crossing the road.
Yeah. It’s rough.
Then he parks in the wrong parking spot because some asshole with a stupid rental car took his usual spot, and then he stepped in a puddle.
He hates today.
“Pepper!” he declares as he enters the building. “I wore jeans today, I got your coffee, and I’m already done with the day. I swear to god if one more unexpected thing happens, I’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and go work for the Soviets!”
“The Soviets aren’t a thing, Tones.”
He knows that voice.
He fucking knows that voice. He isn’t supposed to be back from that mission for another month.
Tony doesn’t turn around.
“I’m hallucinating. Oh my god, I’m hallucinating.”
Hands wrap around his neck, hugging him.
“This feel like a hallucination?”
(Okay so Tony drops the coffee.)
Rhodey’s smile is blinding, and he’s...he’s here. Right in front of him with those not-supposed-to-be-that-hot polo shirts, those eyes that he could get lost in, and just...
Well.
He hugs him and he hugs him tightly.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back so soon?!”
“Pepper organized it,” Rhodey says, giddy. “Decided it would be a nice surprise for you.”
Tony looks over at Pepper, who’s trying to hide a grin behind her hands.
“Pepper if I wasn’t so over-the-moon right now, your heels would be snapped.”
She shrugs.
“Worth it. You requested today off, by the way.” She winks as she turns back to her office.
“Well, what do you say?” Rhodey asked. “Help me get used to having my feet back on the ground?”
Tony grins.
“Dinner sounds like a good start. Gotta get you some good earth food, none of that dehydrated crap.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a decent slice of pizza?”
Tony grins.
“I can fix that.”
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You know what? I’ve never watched Super Sentai before. Let’s just get real into Super Sentai.
Himitsu Sentai Gorenger Episode 1: The Crimson Sun! The Invicible Gorengers!
So the majority of the episode is basically just set-up, but it takes a sort of ‘middle of the story’ approach to the team’s origin story. You know, how they’ll have them already working together, already on their mission, and then later they might have a flashback to how they actually got started.
We do get a broad strokes idea, though. Basically, we got a GI Joe vs Cobra story with a paramilitary organization called EAGLE fighting a terrorist group called Black Cross. (Who’s leader inexplicably looks like he’s from the Ku Klux Klan for some reason)
That alone kinda threw me a bit. I’m coming at this series as a long time fan of Power Rangers, so having the main villains not be monsters and just… people in suits is kinda weird for me. (I mean, they’re always people in suits, but now it’s in-universe)
And these are full-blown terrorists too. Straight up merc-ing crowds of people with uzis and blowing up buildings. Black Cross came to wreck shit and kill people.
Hell, what little origin story we do get for the Gorangers (Is it Gorangers or Gorengers? I can never tell…) shows that they were all the last survivors of their respective EAGLE base getting absolutely slaughtered by Black Cross. Although I kinda have to laugh at the Green Ranger’s introduction. Literally, the only reason he survived the attack was because he was too busy feeding the base’s carrier pigeons. I like to believe he’s actually really low in the ranks of EAGLE but… he’s literally the only one left from his base, so might as well make him a Ranger.
Also, I don’t think the Red Ranger was even a member of EAGLE before Black Cross blew everything up. He was literally just playing soccer outside the base when shit went down and his brother (who apparently was EAGLE’s commander) got ganked. Maybe it was a company soccer game?
(As an aside, I’m probably going to refer to the team by Ranger color for a bit before I memorize their names. Sorry…)
We get a bit of a timeskip where they’re already in the Ranger suits and already know each other. Like I said, we’ll probably get a flashback that shows us their proper origin story, but this is good enough set up for now.
Most of our introductions to the Gorangers proper is them training with their respective weapons before getting an invite from the Red Ranger to get their asses over to a diner called Snack Con.
Blue Ranger has a bow. Yellow Ranger is pulling a truck up a mountain. Green Ranger has a boomerang. And the Pink Ranger has fucking grenades!
Fucking immediately, Pink is my favorite Goranger purely for that level of practicality. Like, guys, you are fighting actual fucking terrorists. Put the bows and boomerangs away and start packing! Pink’s got the right idea!
Also, Yellow pretty much instantly establishes himself as ‘the fat one’ by virtue of eating four fucking curry bowls at once. I feel bad for Blue who has to share a cockpit with him later.
Speaking of Blue, he’s apparently a… cowboy? Like, with the hat and a guitar and assless chaps and everything. Huh.
Apparently, they haven’t been the Gorangers for long, since they’re only just now being shown their base of operations, their Commanding Officer (who’s just a voice on a TV for now), and their vehicles, including some suped up motorbikes and their airship, the Variblune.
I know enough about Super Sentai to know that they won’t get their first ‘Megazord’ or mecha until the third series ‘Battle Fever J’. So the Variblune is pretty much the closest we’re gonna get. But it’s a pretty cool airship. It’s got flame decals, which you know EAGLE command really pushed for because it’s awesome.
So our Gorangers get their first mission: To rescue a school bus full of kindergartners who have been kidnapped by Black Cross for… evil reasons, I’m sure. Honestly, I think Black Cross just seriously felt like being dicks that day.
The Gorangers try to bust into a warehouse where the kids are being kept, but to no avail.
Our fearless Red Ranger remembers that Blue and Yellow are flying the Variblune above them, and gets a great idea to free the kids trapped inside.
Blow up the building.
I think that might be a bit of an extreme response, Red!!
Hey, the logic is sound! They can’t be the Black Cross’ prisoners if their all dead!
Thankfully, I guess ‘Blow up the building’ actually means ‘Use a giant claw machine grabber to punch a hole through the roof and pick the bus up out of the warehouse.’
Thank god Blue apparently understood that better than I did, or else this would have been a much different episode.
So, the Gorangers chase after Black Cross, including one general named Gold Mask who killed Red’s brother, and have themselves their first fight in the actual suits. We also get to see Red’s personal weapon, which is a whip.
I suppose now would be a good time to discuss the morphing sequence.
There is no morphing sequence.
There’s sort of been this running gag where Green tells Yellow a riddle. ‘What sort of lamp can’t be lit?’ And we have Yellow asking the other Gorangers about it, trying to figure out the answer.
The joke kinda gets a payoff in the fight scene where Yellow’s got one of the Black Cross henchmen in a chokehold and demands he tell him what kind of lamp can’t be lit. The henchman’s response.
“It’s so obvious. A trump.”
I don’t get it.
Also, apparently Pink’s got a second weapon… a mirror that she uses to flash light at her enemy’s face to blind them.
Yeah, I would stick with the grenades. Which I didn’t notice before, but the grenades are actually the heart shaped ‘earrings’ that are dangling off the side of her helmet. I would not put explosives that close to my own head, just saying.
The battle ends with the team employing ‘The Goranger Storm’.
Wow, some kinda cool team attack, finishing move. What’s it look like?
They kick a soccer ball around for a bit, kick it at the bad guy’s head and it explodes.
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… Okey-Dokey.
Also, I feel the need to remind you that Gold Mask was the guy who killed Red’s brother. I feel like that should have been a more personal victory for Red, but they just kinda blow his ass up without much fanfare.
So that was the first episode of Gorengers and the first ever episode of Super Sentai as a whole.
All in all, I enjoyed it and I’m looking forward to the rest of the series. It definitely shows it’s age, but that can be both a strength and weakness sometimes. I’m not gonna do one of these for every single episode, but I’ll do one for episodes I feel are worth talking about.
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Request for anon- HC's for Class 1-A with a student native to the American south
Aha as a southerner, babe i got you
• The only reason that you're there is bc you had a connection to allmight. You were the sister of one of his friends from his study abroad in America and you needed help w your quirk.
• You had a strange quirk- it dealt with plants but it seemed to have a spiritual undertone- when you got upset enough and your emotions over took you, you'd go into a state of destruction.
• So obviously, uncle All might was all over it.
• You don't take the entrance exam which was a Bummer bc you wanted too
• Anyway, class A's ???
• You're introduced to class 1-A, All nights smile is wide and you wave shyly.
• You're a fucking phenomenon to them
• Your accent for one affects the way you speak Japanese- it makes it a little hard to understand you but they lowkey adored it
• Ahaha them tutoring you bc you butch so many words in Japanese
• You get accepted into the Bakusquad bc they, Mina specifically, wants to know everything about your state
• Mina will repeat your phrases she heard you say 'If you don start listening, I'm gonna take you behind and whip your tail' on the phone and repeats it during fights.
- 'HA! Kirishima I'm gonna whip your tail'
• You are SO proud
• You spit out pet names like it's no bug deal because that's just how it is in the south
• You call Mina Sugar once, her knees buckled under her and she had to sit down for a moment and just think about life for a sec
• You call people babe without really thinking about it- a habit that you've been trying to break but it's so hard.
• You do it without realizing and whoever it is will go so red in the face jfc
• They like making inside jokes based on how you talk
• Will call eachother 'Darlin' and 'sugar' after hearing you say it when you walk in a room
• You get sent 'care packages' by your brother, which consists of your favorite drinks and snacks that are only sold in the US (Aka cheerwhine ((which is only sold in the south, I've yet to see a cheerwhine in the north rip)) or Sweet tea and junk like that)
• You end up sharing some of it with the Bakusquad
• Not too much bc you live off this
• Kaminari made the mistake of taking a cheerwhine without asking you once
• and you DEMOLISHED him during training the next day
• Never again do they mess with your stuff
• They are HORRIFIED when you pick up a snake on a wood trail during a training exercise, and move it off the path
• 'Why the fuck did you touch it????'
- 'Well I didn't want it to hurt us and I dont want us to hurt it.'
- 'you could've moved it with a stick?'
- 'but it was no big deal picking it up, no problem.'
• They think that the entire south is gun totin, cowboy hat wearing, tan people and you have to explain that you've met some of the dumbest- city folk in the south
- Imagine the confusion when your brother sends you a fucking cowboy hat bruh
• They're SCREAMING with laughter
• You do not live it down
• They notice how you tend to hang around with the other American students and you're always a lot louder and touch with them
• Cue meeting in 1-A bc they think you're not comfortable enough w them
• You are but you dont want to overstep boundaries and do something wrong, you haven't quite grasped the culture yet
• Its not like many of them care, with all the near death experience they all have their own cuddle groups, even the more quiet ones
• You have to reassure them that it's not anything against them- you're just trying not to overstep
• They think its sweet
• Even though you're an honorary member of the Bakusquad, you still have relations with the Deku squad (forbidden I know)
• Bc obviously Deku wants to know everything about you and you're there a lot w him and all might anyway, so besties
• ITS A KNOWN FACT THAT SOUTHERN WOMEN HAVE THE VOICE AND THE LOOK
• Someone starts acting up? You give them the look. They dont take the hint? You use the momma voice and that usually shuts em up.
• You go with Deku and them to get Katsuki when he's kidnapped.
• This man hugs 2 people when no one is looking- after they get back.
• You and Kirishima.
• he won't talk about it though. He's still trying to keep his image.
• Aizawa takes it upon himself to teach you more about Japan when All might can't (after all he is a very busy man)
• He teaches you more about culture, boundaries, food- all that good junk
• The first time he see's you actually flip out is when the LOV attacked the training camp. Your eyes started glowing and he knew then just what All might had been talking about
• It seemed to be a little better- your friends weren't in immediate danger- but the villains in front of you were so lucky. Neither was the land around you.
• It wasnt horrible, seeing as your quirk was literally plants, but there were some broken trees and damaged rock.
• He'll also train with you, focus on breathing and meditation techniques.
• Leads you to get close with Shinsou
• Will you steal his jackets? Yes.
• But he takes some of your snacks (Kaminari feels BETRAYED)
• He'll imitate you just to be a dick
• but in all reality he'll love hearing your voice- especially in your native tongue
• CLASS 1-A WILL HAVE YOU READ TO THEM IN ENGLISH
• Theres something about your voice and your southern accent that makes them feel at ease and they just enjoy hearing you talk in English
• All in all, they treat you like family.
#omegaverse my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia#Shinsou x reader#Deku x reader#shouto x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bhna todoroki#midoriya x todoroki#enji todoroki#todoroki shoto x reader#izuku midoriya#izuku midoria x reader#uraraka ochako#tenya x reader#tenya iida x reader#iida tenya#all might x aizawa#aizawa x daughter reader#aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta#all might x daughter reader#bhna all might#all might
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Baby Girl Chapter Six
Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara
Word Count: 4,361
Warnings: angst angssst aaaaaangggsssttttt, descriptions of canonical violence, canon death, cursing, flashback is in italics
Author’s Note: It’s been a long time coming but we’re close to the end my lovelies. I hope you all like this update. Thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.
Previous...
“So I suggest you find out who he is. Come on.” Eggsy watched Harry walk off as he shook his head. He was upset at Harry’s actions, more so, at hurting you. He looked back over at the cabin and watched as you had moved Whiskey’s head onto your lap. You hoped Whiskey would be okay after everything. Eggsy slowly walked over and grabbed the rest of yours and Whiskey’s things. He heard you sniff and stopped. He wanted to comfort you but he didn’t know what to say. He leaned down next to you, putting a light hand on your shoulder. Your body shook as another wave of tears surged through you.
“Let me help you love.” You reluctantly agreed to Eggsy’s help. He grabbed Whiskey as best as he could, throwing him over his shoulder. You stood up, grabbing his whip, and in heavy silence, you followed him back to the jet. The ride back was tense. You had every right to go and put a bullet into Harry’s head but he was right. You had to work together to get the antidote before more people died. You wondered why Harry didn’t suspect you. You were with Whiskey, you were ever as much a suspect as he was. You didn’t want to think how it would be if you were the one shot and Whiskey found you instead.
Next...
Arriving at the agency, you quickly helped Ginger set Whiskey up in her machine, letting the nanites do their job. “He looks great.” Ginger was standing next to you as you watched Whiskey sleeping.
Merlin nodded. “Good.” He moved towards his team to let them know of the good news.
“Ginger, I should’ve protected him harder. I should’ve shot Harry the first time I had the gun to his head.” You felt your eyes water, feeling so useless. Ginger reached over, holding your hand in hers in comfort.
“We both know you wouldn’t have Gin. He’s going to be okay. I suggest you focus on the mission. We can deal with this after.” You nodded quietly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, holding Whiskey’s hand in yours. You brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles softly.
“I’ll be back baby. I’ll make this right.” You looked up at the closed door where the three Kingsman were. You clenched your jaw walking towards the door. The doors slid open and you caught the end of their conversation. With the way Harry’s eyes landed guiltily on you, you knew they were talking about Whiskey, specifically, how he was working against the agency. You narrowed your eyes at him. Your fingers twitched, ready to grab your gun and put several bullets in his head.
“My favorite singer?”
“I don't bloody know. How would I know that?”
“It's John Denver.”
Eggsy walked back towards the group in a rush. “Merlin! Have you got eyes on that location yet?”
“Soon. The reconnaissance drone's about an hour away. Which gives us time to sort out-”
Eggsy walked towards the elevator, stepping in as he looked at the three of you. “Bollocks, we haven't time for anything. I'm leaving now. With or without you.” Merlin looked to Harry in silent agreement before the three of them looked to you. You swore you never felt so small under their gazes but you refused to back down. You were going to finish this mission for Whiskey and after, Harry was going to suffer for his actions. You kept your chin up, passing both men, stepping into the elevator. Eggsy nodded his appreciation towards you as the other men stepped inside.
You all made your way to the plane, getting comfortable. Getting so caught up on the situation, you forgot to change. You walked towards your room, You pulled the snowsuit off and stripped bare, stepping into the shower. You washed away the blood and dirt from before. Thoughts of your lover filled your head. You closed your eyes and tried to forget. You tried to erase the memories of watching Whiskey get shot over and over out of your head but every time you closed your eyes, you were forced to relive it. You let the steaming water burn your skin, feeling like you still had Whiskey's blood on your hands. You scrubbed your skin raw, seeing the small red streaks across your skin. You know if Whiskey saw you, he'd lecture you about taking care of yourself better and then he would kiss your skin. The thought brought a soft smile to your face.
Quickly finishing your shower, you stepped out. Thanks to the awesome gadgets the Statesman had, you used a small machine that dried and styled your hair in seconds. The machine opted for giving you lazy curls, your signature look. You slipped on a pair of really tight dark washed jeans, slipping your black boots on after, pairing it with a nice thick belt, the large Statesmen belt buckle shining brightly. You grabbed a silky red tank top with spaghetti straps, throwing your jean jacket over it. Lastly, you slipped on your thigh holsters for your guns. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed the marks Whiskey left on your skin and you felt your throat tighten. You willed your emotions away, knowing you needed to be composed. You looked over at Whiskey’s hat that was laying on your bed. You took it with you after leaving him with Ginger. You knew if he saw you, you wouldn’t leave the bedroom for days. You blushed at the thought, swiping the hat and plopping it gently on your head. It fit you big but you liked it.
“Don't be. Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living. Now, let's go and save your girl.”
“I missed you, Harry. “Stepping out of the room, Harry and Eggsy were in the main room talking. You really didn’t want to be near the senior agent and he knew. You tensed in his presence but luckily, Merlin interrupted them. “Gentlemen, milady, I hate to break up a party. We're nearly there, so I suggest we get ready. Follow me.”
Merlin walked towards the back, into what was Tequila's room, pushing a button that revealed a hidden dresser. “Oh, yes.” You smiled weakly at Eggsy’s reaction.
The machine slowly opened up, moving Whiskey to a sitting position as he gasped awake. He looked around before his eyes settled on Ginger. He smirked, his first instinct was to hit on her but there was a nagging feeling telling him that he shouldn’t. He decided to ignore the little voice. “Hello, gorgeous. I'm Jack. What's your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” Whiskey had stood up, walking after Ginger as she walked back away from him, irritation painting her features. “I got a six-pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.”
“Jack, stop it.” Ginger held up his phone, showing him the picture he had of you as your contact, his favorite picture. He grabbed the phone, furrowing his brows as he focused on your features. He saw himself in the photo, looking down at your soft form.
“Who's this pretty lady?”
“That’s your girlfriend. You told her you loved her for the first time a few days ago.” Whiskey frowned as he looked at the picture and didn’t take long for his memories to flood through his head, images of you surrounding him and all of his senses. He remembered the first time he met you, your sweet laugh echoing in his head. Flashes of missions you two had been on, and memories of you underneath him, moaning his name had him blushing. The last thing he remembered was the mission and Harry shooting him paired with your screams of agony. Whiskey came to his senses and looked down at his phone, kissing the picture he had of you. He looked to Ginger, rage fueling his actions.
“Ginger. Goddamn butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head.”
“I know. Gin told me.”
“Gin?" Whiskey looked around desperately hoping to see you in the room. When he came back with nothing, he clenched his jaw and frowned as he looked back at Ginger. "Where is she?”
“She's on her way to Cambodia with Eggsy, Merlin, and,” Ginger hesitated to finish speaking. She took a deep breath preparing for how Whiskey would react. “ Agent Galahad. That's where Poppy’s base is.”
“Ginger, what the fuck?! You let her go by herself?” Whiskey growled out as he stared at the screen with your location. “Prepare the Silver Pony. I’m not leaving her alone with that fucking traitor.” Before Ginger could say anymore, Whiskey ran off in full speed towards his jet, intent on getting back to you as soon as he could. He pulled up his watch, clicking a few buttons before a faint beep was heard. He looked at the map and sighed, at least feeling secure that he had a visual on you. When you slept together, he put on a tracker and put one on you just as a piece of mind for himself. He knew you'd kill him if you ever found out but he needed that security. Ever since they found Harry and brought him back to the agency, he had a nagging feeling. He never liked your friendship with him and now, he feared for your safety. If Harry was willing to shoot him in the head, what would he be willing to do to you?
Merlin entered the main room and everyone turned to look at him. You smiled as you heard Eggsy compliment him. “Hey, hey. Looking good, Merlin.”
“Feeling good, Eggsy.” Merlin chuckled as he watched Eggsy nod his head in approval. Merlin looked at you for a second, seeing the same expression on your face as his. You held your hand up, giving him a soft thumbs up of approval. “Right. This is yours.” Merlin turned towards Harry, handing him an umbrella before turning towards Eggsy, handing him a briefcase. You recognized the weapons. They were hardly ever used. Most Statesmen agents considered them too fancy. “That's for you.”
“I feel naked.”
“Whiskey, it’s not that bad. You don’t need your whip.”
“Easy for you to say. You can just hide yours under your dress. I have to carry this stupid briefcase. Who even brings a suitcase to a gala?” You giggled as you watched the older man complain. He looked at you, furrowing his brows in confusion as you laughed. “Now you’re laughing?”
You shrugged as you wrapped your arm around Whiskey’s, oblivious to the way he tensed slightly at your touch. You had been partnered for some time but you were only friends. “You’re cute, that’s all.”
Whiskey laughed as he shook his head. “Got me feeling as pretty as a peach, darlin.”
Whiskey’s laugh echoed through your head as the memory faded away. You felt your throat tighten and you willed your tears away for the billionth time that day. The boys had opened the weapon vault under the pool table as Merlin handed Harry a bat. “Press the "S". Minesweeper. Courtesy of Statesman.” Merlin nodded your way and you gave him a weak smile, tipping your hat in a silent ‘You’re welcome’. Eggsy looked at all the gadgets in the little vault. It was catered especially for you, Whiskey, and Tequila. On the top wall, there were Tequila’s shotguns as well as his bulletproof suit. There was an array of guns surrounding it, your specialty guns. You walked over, slipping the gun vest around yourself. You checked every gun to make sure it was loaded, slipping them both into their holsters, as well as slipping two more into your thigh holsters. Guns were your thing. You looked over at Whiskey’s whip and lasso. You remember when he taught you to use them and how happy he was when you became an expert in just a few short months. The added skill made for great teamwork on missions.
“And what about these?” Eggsy grabbed a baseball, turning it in his hand.
“Careful. Those are hand grenades.”
“Don’t blow yourself up, sugar.” You mumbled as you reached over grabbing your whip that was placed next to Whiskeys. When you mastered it, as a gift, Whiskey had one custom made for you with your initials at the end, the handle made in your favorite color. He said it was to distinguish which was which. At the time, you let yourself believe it was because he felt something and you were right, but Whiskey played it off like it was nothing. “As discussed, this is for the endgame.” Merlin grabbed a glasses case, handing it over to Eggsy. Eggsy opened the case, revealing a small syringe filled with a golden liquid. You raised your eyebrows in question but you didn’t comment. “I'm entrusting it to you. And I'm entrusting this,” You smirked as Merlin grabbed a large machete. It was one of Tequilas. “To me.”
Soon the plane started its auto-piloted landing, leaving you a few miles away from Poppy’s location. Leaving the plane, the four of you went on your way through the jungle. Merlin led the way, cutting at leaves in your path. When you spotted the first landmine, you quickly switched places, letting Eggsy lead the way with the minesweeper. You walked between him and Merlin, keeping your distance from Harry. As you got close, you all huddled close, staring at the entrance to the facility. "Right. This is where we split up. Pincer movement. Merlin, you're with me. Gin, Eggsy, you signal when we're in position."
You all nodded your understanding and as you moved to walk away, you heard the soft sound of something being stepped on and activated. You all froze, no one daring to move. After a few tense seconds, everyone's head slowly looked down to see Eggsy's foot firmly planted on top of a mine. His eyes fell wide in shock.
"Don't move. You move, we die." Eggsy nodded his understanding slowly as Merlin stepped back, taking the suitcase from Eggsy. He opened it up and pulled out a can. "Luckily, I have this." Merlin bent down next to Eggsy's foot, pushing away the dirt surrounding the mine. He shook the can and sprayed it all around the mine, getting just a bit on Eggsy's foot. You kept a lookout for any guards that could've spotted you, your heart beating frantically. "This spray will freeze the trigger mechanism, give us a split second. So on the count of three, what I want you to-" Before anyone could think clearly, Merlin pushed Eggsy off of the mine, standing on it instead.
"Merlin!" Eggsy panted quietly as he slowly turned around looking to his old friend in shock. You watched with wide eyes, knowing what Merlin was going to do and it pained you. You were the least close to him but in the short time you knew him, he treated you with nothing but kindness, even when they had first arrived, you were the one to pull Tequila off of them, offering them comfort. Merlin appreciated you in his own way, watching out for you just as he would for Eggsy. "Merlin, what the fuck have you done?"
Merlin’s expression never changed as he took a deep breath. “Our journey together began many years ago, when your father did the same thing for us.” He motioned between himself and Harry.
“Our journey began with a mistake I made. Give me the can. That's an order.” Harry moved towards Merlin, holding his hand out towards him.
Merlin handed the can over with no regret. “Can's empty. Split second's over. You three need to get going.”
“No, no, no. There's got to be another way.” Your heart clenched for Eggsy as you watched the whole ordeal. You swallowed thickly agreeing with him.
“He's right. The mission comes first.”
“Bollocks, mission comes firs-”
“Eggsy! This is no time for emotion. Remember your training. Or we all die. Now get on with it.” Eggsy looked at Merlin with disbelief as he tried to argue. You could see it in his stance, in the way his lip quivered, and in the way his eyes glossed over. This was it for your friend and Eggsy was on the brink of breaking down.
“Do as you're told. Move it!” Eggsy looked between the two men before glancing at you, a large battle behind his eyes. You knew you would agree with him and suggest there was another way but you knew, it was a battle neither of you would win. You wanted to strangle Harry for being so insensitive.
“Go.” Eggsy slowly grabbed his suitcase as he turned, walking off towards his mark. You knew you needed to be in position with him. You inhaled shakily, trying to keep your own emotions in check. You couldn’t risk making any wrong move. You walked over to Merlin, straightening his tie, staring at it before looking up at him in his eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears you had shed but he did and he smiled softly. “Looking very good Merlin, very handsome.” You mumbled quietly. He smirked as he nodded his silent ‘Thank you’ to you.
“Feeling good Gin.” You let a broken laugh escape your lips as you stepped back watching him. You turned around before you’d break down and made your way to Eggsy. He noticed the red blotches on your skin and he knew you were the first to break over Merlin. You knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt about someone who you had known for a few days but you were already so on edge over Whiskey and Tequila that you were a bit off your game. You swallowed your emotions, cloaking them with something darker as it took over. You needed to complete the mission and you weren’t going to risk the lives of millions because you were sad.
“It's been an honor.” You heard Harry finish his goodbyes as he made his way to his own position.
“Good luck.” Merlin made an ok sign before you slowly heard his baritone voice fill the air. “Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.” He sliced at the trees in his way, giving the guards a clear view of Merlin as he stood there singing. You laughed quietly as you recognized the song almost immediately after the first two words.
“Poppy, come in.” You heard the guard call into his walkie-talkie, Poppy responding quickly.
“Roger.”
“Life is old there.”
“Are you expecting another lawyer?” You heard the guard say as Merlin kept singing.
“Older than the trees.”
“There's a guy here singing.”
“Younger than the mountains.” You couldn’t help yourself as you sang the song quietly with Merlin. Eggsy gave you a sad smile before you cleared your throat.
“Sorry... I just- My dad used to sing it to me when I was a baby to put me to sleep.” Eggsy genuinely smiled as he imagined what you told him. You didn’t know why you said it. You just knew he needed some type of comfort. Eggsy looked back at Merlin and nodded quietly as he whispered, scared his voice would break.
“Merlin was right. Country music is the best.” You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and watched as the guard walked closer to Merlin, holding his radio towards Merlin so Poppy could hear him singing.
“Blowin' like a breeze, Country roads, Take me home, To the place I belong.”
“Bring him to me.”
“West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Road.” As soon as the guard was less than a few feet away, Merlin removed his glasses, headbutting him so hard, he knocked out. The rest of the guards jumped, making their way over to Merlin as they kept their guns trained on him. Merlin swiftly placed his glasses back on.
“Poppy, we got a situation here.”
“Country roads, Take me home,” Merlin looked over at Harry, nodding at him before he turned towards you and Eggsy. He turned towards you and you blew a kiss. He smirked, turning back to face the guards that were so close to him as he sang. “To the place I belong, West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Roads.” You knew it was coming but when the explosion rang through the air, shaking the earth. You shook in your place. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed. You took a deep breath, calming down. When you opened your eyes, they were overtook with rage.
“Ooh. He stepped on a landmine. Can we get somebody out there to clean that up? Hello?” Poppy’s voice echoed out in the open from one of the abandoned radios. You watched as the same emotions washed over Eggsy. You clenched your jaw, rocking your head side to side, cracking it. Eggsy gripped the briefcase against him as the three of you slowly approached the large gate door.
The loud ringing of gunfire set the center on alarm as everyone geared up to face the intruders, you. You all stood at the ends of the gate, staying away from the view of the guards. The door started to close as Eggsy pulled out the baseball grenade. He tossed it towards Harry who hit it with the bat he had, sending the ball flying, landing on a roof of one of the buildings. Harry opened his umbrella moving into the compound first, deflecting all of the bullets. Eggsy followed behind with you behind him. You moved towards the back, wanting to catch some guards from their blind spots.
The donut on top of the donut shop exploded, rolling off in front of Eggsy and Harry. You used this to your advantage as you used your whip to pick off guard after guard, pulling them into the bushes and shooting them in the head, clean kills. You watched as Eggsy mowed down the guards with his briefcase as the donut rolled across the street. Although your personal preference was to execute the cleanest kills, you respected Eggsy’s. A scrawny man ran in with a bazooka and just as you were about to use your whip against him, Eggsy flipped his briefcase, sending a small missile at him, causing a huge explosion. You waited for the fumes to calm down before poking your head out from the bushes, flashing a small thumbs up to Eggsy. He noticed you, a large grin painting his features before reloading his case and flipping it over and nodding at you before gunning the men down again. You smirked walking out of your spot, with your guns held high. Several guards noticed you but you were quicker. You walked through getting head shot after head shot. You really didn't give any of them a chance. You always wanted to make your parents proud. Since you we're young, you had made sure before to train countless hours, day after day, getting the shot perfect. It took you years of practice to get your aim and skills to the level they were but you prided yourself on it. You weren't one of the best agents in the entire agency for no reason.
Eggsy quickly turned his briefcase into a shield, shooting each man with only a precision you knew. You smirked, using your whip on a few other guards, pulling them towards you to get clean shots. You felt adventurous, turning it on, the electricity burning through their necks, beheading them. You even threw a few guards towards Eggsy, watching him shoot them with perfect head shots. The whole scene was gnarly but you didn’t care anymore. Before you knew it, you had finished off your guards and you watched with awe as Eggsy flipped around a guard, shooting another, before using his legs to propel himself forward shooting the other one running towards him. You whistled in respect, noticing the robot approaching you with a grenade gun. You motioned for them to go after Poppy as you ran towards the robot with your whip. You swung it forward, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards you, before swiftly shooting a few grenades at the robot. The robot looked down at her feet where the grenades were but before she could react, she was blown to bits. You raised your hand, making a handgun with your fingers and blowing the tip of your finger as if it was the actual gun. You felt on top of the world. Of course, before you could continue being your bad ass self, one of the robot’s motors fell hard on your head, knocking you completely unconscious. Eggsy saw this but they couldn’t compromise the mission as he ran into the diner. He, however, ran a diagnostic on your body from afar and was satisfied with seeing you were okay.
What felt like years was only a few minutes. You woke up slowly with a loud pounding in your head. You groaned reaching up, feeling a large lump on top. Pulling your hand back, you noticed there was some blood but you couldn't focus on that. Eggsy was fighting, who you could only assume was Charlie at this point. He had hacked into his hand and now left him hanging on the tree. You tried to sit up but you felt the wind being knocked out of you. You fell back into your back, the sounds of growling and fighting become more distant by the second. You fell unconscious once more with a heavy exhale of breath.
Eggsy and Harry had killed everyone on location except Poppy. They cornered her into her diner. You laid on the floor with some blood falling from your head. From anyone else’s perspective, you looked dead. Whiskey had made it to the location, making his way towards the three of you. Walking in, he saw the mess of dead bodies. It didn’t matter to him, he was a man on a mission, intent of getting to you. Whiskey would’ve missed your body, hadn’t it been for his hat that he spotted on the floor. He furrowed his brows, slowly walking towards it when he saw your whip, laying on the floor next to it. He looked up and there you were. He fell to his knees next to you, quickly pulling you into his lap as he searched your body for any life-threatening injuries. He cupped your head gently but felt the blood drain from his face and his heart skip a beat when he pulled his hand back, seeing it coated in your blood. He checked you quickly for a pulse, finding one after a few minutes of struggle. Relief washed over him like a cold shower. He slowly looked up, clenching his jaw in anger. They were going to leave you there to die. “I’m going to make this right baby girl. I’m going to make this right.” He kissed your head gently before standing up and stalking towards the diner with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Did I? You know, I really don't have as much experience with all this drug stuff as people think. Better be the right code.” Whiskey watched as Eggsy slid the case over to Harry to input the code. He took a deep breath, slowly unhooking his whip.
"Viva las..."
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SALTING AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND
AO3 / FFN
Summary: Introducing!!!!
The! Ultimate! Salt! Fic! Ever! IN ZA WARUDO!
Featuring Dumb Noir getting taught a lesson about boundaries, Perfectnette getting friends and love interest(s), and LILA GETTING HER ASS HANDED BACK! HOW COULD YOU RESIST SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC?
(All in all, a crack fic on salt fics to bring our spirits up~)
Disclaimer - I've actually only read like one sentence of a salt fic and fucked off afterwards so everything I'm basing off in this fic is purely from exaggerated rumours and gossip about the salt corner THEREFORE if anything here looks familiar or if it seems like I'm taking the piss out of a specific story, it's all just one big coincidence. >:D
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Of all locations to settle on for the beginning of this amazing, wonderful, fucking fantastic story, it's established on the Eiffel Tower. Cliched but wonderfully ironic for the phenomenal heroes of Paris.
On the beams, higher than the naked eye could see, Ladybug and Chat Noir were...
Arguing.
The feline hero had his partner's wrist clasped in an iron hold, digging those deadly claws ever so slightly into the soft flesh, piercing the supposed indestructible suit with a creepy grin-
"Wait- hold up a second. I would never, NEVER hurt My Lady! Not even unintentionally! And what's with that face I'm making!?"
Oh SHUT UP Shit Noir! Let me carry on writing my fucking story jeez! Stop breaking out of character and keep following the script!
Anyways~
The skinny, pasty assed hero-
"This script sucks..."-
-TUGGED Ladybug closer to him, grin widening like he won the lottery as his demonic looking eyes perversely drank in the sight of the clearly uncomfortable looking heroine in his grasps. His face leaned into hers, only coming closer as she tried her best to lean back with a grimace.
"Just one kiss Bugaboo~ one kiss won't hurt..." His grip tightened on the appendage, making the girl wince painfully.
"Come on Chat Noir...let go! I have already told you, I'm in love with someone else. You seriously need to back off!" Ladybug whimpered, tossing away all her badassery and ability to suckerpunch a fuckboy in the face because hell yeah it ain't relevant to this sexy fic-
"You're right Chaton, this script does suck lmao"-
IGNORING WHAT THE CANON LB JUST SAID.
Ehem.
Like a defenseless little shoujou manga protagonist, Ladybug felt tears sparkle in her eyes and pure sadness washed over her frail body before Fuck Noir dipped her into a romantic pose and smashed his lips against hers with soooooo much passion and tongue and teeth and-
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What. On. Earth.
Oi you stupid cat! Watch where you're putting your hands on the girl! Yikes! What do they teach these Europeans!? Break it up already you hormone riddled boobs!
"Oh Minou~ You're so daring~"
"Just for you, My Lady~"
STAY ON SCRIPT YOU BRATS!
Hmph!
Carrying on.
Suddenly, herculean strength riddled through Ladybug's blood, falcon punching Bitch Noir off her and off the tower, thus HenchBug™ was born. Panting and wiping her lip with her thumb in a really really badass way (YOU KNOW THAT EPIC WAY THAT ANIME CHARACTERS DO TO WIPE THE BLOOD OFF THEIR LIP, RIGHT? RIGHT? ex deeeee), MachoBug swept towards Pussy Noir's broken twiggy body at the bottom of the tower.
"You disobeyed me for the umpteenth time, Noir." BadassBug uttered cooly, keeping a blind eye to the growing crowd around her and the mangled up flesh on sticks at her feet.
The black and yellow mess didn't respond.
"Lo-oooool cos I'm dead!"
WE'LL PRETEND WE DIDN'T HEAR THAT EITHER.
Anger coursed through Ladybug's veins as all those traumatising memories and moments she had with her horrific partner flashed through her brain like an old window's movie maker AMV with Evanescence's 'Bring Me Back To Life' song blasting at full volume. The conveniently arrived Alya at the front of the crowd live streamed everything on the WadyBwog, babbling about ice cream scoops.
"Every time we met up, you'd always make unwanted advances to me. You'd always force a kiss on me. You even slapped my thicc™ ass a few times- once to the beat of fucking Nyan cat!" The hive minded crowd surrounding them 'oooed' and 'aaahed', some snapped a selfie with what's left of the black cat.
"Therefore," The sun auspiciously shone behind MariBug, giving her an ethereal, angelic look as she carried on her lecture. "I now deem you unworthy of the miraculous." BugBug fluttered her eyelashes with so much pain as if reciting those words killed her whole generation and their dogs and their hamsters.
"Hand it over to me or else I'll force it off you." All of a sudden BuffBug™ was back, bitch slapping CryBabyBug away and menacingly placed one foot on the carcass.
"Wow I think she forgot that you're dead Chat Noir,"
THE HIGH TENSIONED MOMENT REMAINED UNBROKEN AS FAKEBUG- oof-
Ladybug rolled her eyes with annoyance at the disgusting boy's silence and immediately knelt down to yank the miraculous off his bony fingers-
"Never!" The catboy sprung back to life before anyone could breathe, clutching his hand to guard his ring ferally, froth seeping out of his teeth and fangs gnashing against one another-
"Looks like I'm a vampire with rabies now, Bug."
"Since when did you have fangs?"
"Since two seconds ago-"
OH MY GOD YOU TWO!
SHUT UP AND LET ME WRITE!
Zombie Noir leapt back with a hiss, faux ears and tail twitching with indignation and summoned the ancient destruction power whilst BossBug spun her yoyo around in battle formation, ready to call for her lucky charm anytime soon. Cat and Bug kept up the intense eye contact as that cowboy music from the good, the bad and the fugly played in the background (cheers Lahiffe mah d00d!).
"You don't want to become my enemy, do you, Chat N00b?" The heroine spat, bones clicking in place as she stretched her fingers when she and the lad in black circled each other slowly.
The crowd and Alya were casually chilling in the background, the latter still narrating about an epic ice cream scoop.
"Heh, I won't need to be the enemy if you don't touch MY ring...
Milady~"-
"MON DIEU! C'EST 'MY LADY'! C'EST N'AI PAS 'MILADY'!"
THAT'S THE POINT YOU STUPID CAT! Break out of character one more time and I'll castrate you and feed your teeny tiny *censored* to the dogs!
"...My Lady? Is my *censored* small? :("
"If your *censored* was small, you'd never have been able to make me scream at night, Minou~ ;3"
":D"
Regardless!
The pussycat feinted to the left before dodging the razor sharp wire of his Lady's (not) yoyo, whipping out his baton (not the tiny one either) and swiftly used it to vault himself away like the coward he CLEARLY is.
"You'll never get me alive, THOT!" Was the last thing that small dick energy minded cuck yowled and fled with his tail between his legs. BigBug let out a yell of rage™ and slammed her fist on the ground, branding the sloppy concrete job with a crater as the shockwaves caused the audience to let out a little 'DAYUMMMMMMMM'.
"Lol I thought the geezer was dead hahaah! Yo Ladybuggy, mah homie, you and kitty cat did the shame shame already or nah?" Alya, the lil hoe, leant into the heroine's personal space with a crazed grin.
She only received a middle finger from the annoyed Asian.
(MMmm Mmmm yEAH YEAh trANSiTION so SEXYYYY)
Now, it is conveniently time for Marinette's afternoon classes.
The exhausted girl dragged her feet up those weird ass spirally steps that could break ankles JUST by looking at them and made it to her classroom, only to pause at the shouting she was hearing behind the door.
"Oh boy, time to unleash the kraken..."
Silence Adrien! You're not supposed to have appeared yet! Dumb ass blondes these days smh...
"HEY! >:0"
With a deep breath, the raven haired girl pushed the door open only to be met with what could be best described as a clusterfuck. Tears welled up in her eyes as the remains of her sketchbook (which looked like it had a trip in a paper shredder) was dumped all over the floor. She snapped her head back up only for her heart to literally shatter when she was met with a furious Alya Motherfuckin' Césaire.
"Marinetti DupainGhetti. This. Is. Your. Punishment." Alya's glasses flashed sinisterly as her lips curled up into d i s g u s t . The rest of the class mirrored a similar look, acting as if poor little Cheng vored everything they loved and cherished.
All except two people.
That witch BITCH Lie-la smirked secretly as she cowered behind Alya and the wimp, spineless little shitty Dumbdrien whimpered on his desk, pretending that nothing was happening.
"P-P-Punishment for wh-what?" Babynette sobbed, clutching her shoulders as if to hug herself and make her look smaller than she is. She darted her eyes towards the model, begging him internally to say something, anything! Alas, Bitchdrien only looked away guiltily, his thin chapped lips sealed shut.
Marinette couldn't believe her bad luck. First there was an akuma attack, then she was assaulted by her shitty partner for the millionth time and now this?
"Punishment for bullying our lord and saviour, Lila of course! How dare you make such a sweet girl like her suffer!?" Alya roared, using the power of the seven chaos emeralds and twenty dragonballs to go super satan and pinned Sweetienette against the wall with an elbow. Her hair fizzed with animosity and her eyes gleamed in a demonic red colour-
"Dieu...you just had to drag my best friend into this too, huh?"
"You'd think this writer is sane enough to know that I'd cataclysm anyone that dared to harm Ma Princesse, non?"
"The writer? Sane? Good joke."-
IGNORING STUPIDNETTE AND BLOODYDRIEN-
Alya snarled, bruising our sweet little angel's poor skin with her brute strength whilst the rest of the class watched without a question. The sausage haired wench munched on some greasy ass popcorn as she watched the show whilst Shamedrien became one with the floor, a perfect doormat for us queens to stomp on.
"You tripped her all the time when no one was watching, aggravating her shattered kneecaps. You plagerised her designs, ruining what's left of her sensitive self esteem and dammit don't even get me started on all those rumours you attempted to spread about her, smearing her celebrity status! I've never hated anyone more than you, BITCHINETTE!" Alya harrumphed and then shoved Brokenette against the wall again, possibly snapping her spine and stormed back to her new bestie.
"Mon Dieu your best friend just murdered you..."
"Mon Dieu my best friend just murdered me..."
Tosses a knife at the duo to make them shut the fuck up.
Everyone else applauded the psycho journalist for putting Poornette in her place, even Stinkdrien cos he can't handle peer pressure-
BAM!
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"HOW DARE YOU HURT MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG!" A tall, stern looking boy slammed the door open, scooping Deadinette in his arms and blew out steam through his nostrils like a bull. Everyone le gasped as the girl suddenly turned into Alivenette and embraced the stranger like he's her long lost lover (Aiyeeeeeeeeeeee mUH O-T-FUCKING-P! K Y A A A! EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW JACKSHIT ABOUT HIM).
"BELIX BRAGRESTE! You saved me~ Don't hurt my homiesexuals please- they're all brainwashed by the sausage haired girl..." The blackberry haired angel begged, tugging on Belix's sleeves.
"I didn't do anything-" Uglydrien was quick to defend himself only to melt back down into a doormat by Belix's dark glare, ripping out what spinal tissue the model had left.
"Damn straight you didn't do SHIT." Bragreste swiftly delivered a power-kick against Assgreste, yeeting him to the moon and then turned towards the rest of the f00king class, rolling his sleeves up. "As for you nerds...I'm gonna chop you all up into mincemeat and EAT you all with my spaghetti!-"
"I'm here Marinette!!!" Another lad swooped in through the door, hips swaying to the beat as 'Luka Luka Night Fever' plays in the background and then posed! Why it's none other than the obviously best written, best character, best BOY in the world: RUKA COFFEE- sorry, I mean Luka Couffaine!
He strummed his guitar a few times, nodding and humming as if he was conversing with the beautiful instrument whilst bokeh dots and pink sparkly glitter floated around him.
"Ah~ my guitar said that everyone's being a bitch ass motherfucker to our beautiful designer! Come with my Mari~ Take my hand and I'll take you away from this school!" The lycee student didn't wait for her answer and grabbed the star struck girl oh SO romantically~
"No! She should move schools with me!" Belix Bananagreste snatched Nettie back possessively, just like a cat. It was then that the girl decided that when she managed to snatch the black cat miraculous back from the loser that currently wielded it, she was going to give it to Belix-
"Ugh don't fuck with me..."
"Shhh. You're supposed to have been yeeted to the moon, Chaton,"
"Marinette please just throttle the writer already-"
AND THEN!
SUDDENLY!
Erm...
Errr...
AHA!
Suddenly all these people from some furry superhero universe came flooding in through the door, yelling insults and real truths about LIE-LA and protecting my best girl Maribear like a boss! Heroes like Gamien and Dason Bob and that guy and err, the other guy and yeah AND THEN they all began to BEAT UP that BITCH LILA and then-
"Oh no she's losing it, Adrien I don't think this will last any longer..."
"No kidding!"
THEN JAGGED STONE CAME FLYING THROUGH THE WINDOW, JAMMING OUT HIS LATEST SONG ABOUT HOW LILA IS SUCH A LIAR AND EXPOSED EVERY SINGLE THING SHE DID TO BEST GIRL MACHONETTE!
THEN ALL THESE OTHER KIDS FROM THE SCRAPPED PV UNIVERSE CAME IN VIA A CONGO LINE AND MARINETTA DECIDED TO GIVE THEM THE OTHER MIRACULOUS COS WHY NOT!?
AND THEN CHLOE BECAME MARINETTE'S NEW BFF COS HELL YEAH I LOVE VIBING WITH PEOPLE WHO BULLIED ME AND MY PEERS FOR FOUR YEARS STRAIGHT AHAHAAHAH QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS-
"Adrien, I'm going to kill her. She needs to stop."
"Go on then~"
AND THEN!
AND FUCKING THEN!
SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!!!!
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"Huh...that was anticlimactic...now what?"
"You go off snogging my rejected predecessor and the guitar boy? >:("
"As if I'd go for anyone other than my silly kitty!"
":D"
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A/N: I am never EVER writing anything this cursed AGAIN! How can you bash anyone but the villains in this series!? Damn! I can't even say I'm sleep deprived! This is the most fucked up shit I've written and I'm super alert oof!
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Follow up of Adeleines opinions on the helpers :) (stuff in parenthesis is the ability they have)
Blade Knight (Sword): 7/10 Mysterious little dude:
He’s cool! He’s kinda hard to understand at times (he’s got a thick accent, idk what kind), but he’s very nice! He’s got a lot of standards when it comes to swordsmanship and is very strong! He’s working on showing Adeleine the proper stances for sword fighting (it’s possible for her to emulate that style with her paintbrush, minus the cutting ability of a real sword).
Chilly (Ice): 9/10 Snowed Man!!
Snowed man friend!!!! He’s very serious about things but he’s a good friend! Only problem is he has to stick around Adeleines Ice Dragon drawing to prevent the poor guy from melting (they’re working on finding an eternal ice that won’t melt so he can stay cold!). He likes to make snow cones!!! (Which are hella good btw)
Bio spark (Ninja): 8/10 Speedy!!!
One of the fastest helpers around! They’re speedy, sneaky, and all around a mysterious little dude! They have a habit of showing up so quietly that nobody notices for a good couple minutes before they’re just like “I wasn’t even hiding I’ve been standing here this whole time.” Overall, odd but kind little friend!
Birdon (Wing): 7/10 Soft birdie!!!
They’re just a little birdie!!! Birdons probably the most carefree helper out of the bunch, and they like relaxing really high up (much to Adeleines dismay). They tend to make stuff out of the feathers they shed (and they shed very often), so they’re always giving friends bracelets, headgear, jewelry, and such made out of their feathers. Adeleine actually has a coat lined with their feathers and it’s SUPER warm! They’re a little strange (and Kawasaki keeps trying to cook them [see: Star Allies title screen skits]) but they’re a wonderful buddy!
Wester (Whip): 9/10 Yeehaw man!!!!
Dude is legit just a very small cowboy. He cannot help his smallness... He’s agile and absolutely has an accent when he talks. He’s a little chaotic, but has a good heart. Probably taught Adeleine how to mount and ride a grizzo just for fun. She’s got a cowboy hat he made for her!
Plugg (Plasma): 10/10 Old friend!
She’s known Plugg since Crystal Shards! The two are good friends and Plugg likes to paint with her! He’s got some... interesting ways of painting (sticking his entire face into paint and then running facedown on the canvas), but he’s a lovely friend! He likes to run around a lot tho, probably because he’s constantly generating electricity and needs to burn it off so it doesn’t overload him. Will absolutely charge electrical devices without a second thought.
Como (Spider): 6/10 Spider...
While they’re similar to Taranza, they have a lot more spider tendencies, and therefore kinda scared Adeleine. She’s tolerable of them (more so than Susie), but tries to keep her distance. They’re helpful and are very very very sweet!!! They just tend to do creepy spider things and it freaks her out...
Bugzzy (Suplex): 7/10 Massive bug dude
He’s like... huge. Closer to, if not taller, than Adeleines height. He has very sharp pincers on the front of his face, and they can be painful when used, so he either wraps them in bandaging or puts rubber caps over them! That way he can grab and hold friends without harm! He’s oddly cuddly and likes to carry people around (not neccisarily throwing them) in his pincers. Overall, big doofus bug who has lots of love.
Broom Hatter (Clean): 8/10 Clean freak
Literally cannot handle dirty shit. At all. Has the urge to clean everything. Perks are that they keep the base everyone hangs out in super duper clean! Adeleines taught them to draw and it helps them not want to compulsively clean everything. They make really pretty art!
Poppy Bros Jr. (Bomb): 9/10 Funky lad!
He’s got an older brother of the same name (Poppy Bros Sr.) and he’s a boss in training! One day he hopes to be just as good as his brother! Dude is ultra high energy (which is why he’s always hopping around) and tends to be a little obnoxious. They can’t entirely help it, they’re just energetic! They’ve taught Adeleine how to yeet explosives and she’s genuinely good at it!
Rocky (Stone): 7/10 He is literally just a rock
Sentient rock! He’s a little slow and can’t really talk, but he’s a buddy! He likes to just turn into his stone form and just sit like that. It’s comfy and feels like home to him. Will not hesitate to use himself as a step or a seat for someone if needed. He also gives everyone hes friends with a special rock! Adeleines has marbling to it and looks absolutely beautiful!
Waddle Doo (Beam): 8/10 Funky little man!
He’s got only one eye and therefore has poor eyesight. You’d think one eye would be better, but nope! He wears essentially one huge contact lens to help! They’re buddies with Parasol Dee and Bandee!!! Doo is on the calmer side of the group, and tends to not be so insanely high strung. He’s still a little anxious, but he’s better at covering it than the other. He hangs out with Wester sometimes (whip-like attack squad)
Chef Kawasaki (Cook): 2/10 Hes creepy and I don’t like him.
He has this weird... unsettling energy about him. He’s tried to cook both Coo and Birdon more than once and she genuinely doesn’t like being around him. He makes good food, which has stopped him from being a 0/10 in her book, but thats it. He’s only there because Kirby thought he’d be a nice addition and everyone knows that if Kawasaki crosses the line he will get booted on the spot. (Kirby has standards too!)
Gim (Yo-yo): 7/10 Hes just a robot huh.
He’s kinda strange, and doesn’t appear to have a lot of feeling, but Gims really nice! He likes to show people all the tricks he can do with his yo-yo (which is surprisingly a lot) and gives all his friends a yo-to so they can do the tricks along with him (Adeleines is teal with red and black stripes. It’s also got a couple paint splotches on it that we’re added on purpose).
Burning Leo (Fire): 8/10 Toasty heater child!
They’re small and warm!!! All the time!!! They like to be held and snuggle up to cold stuff because it’s the same feeling as snuggling up to warm stuff for humans. REEEEAAALLLYYY wants to hug Chilly but there is the very real possibility that Chilly will literally melt so he holds off from that. Adeleine tends to be cold and likes to hold Leo like a hot water bottle. He’s learned how to make his head fire harmless so people can hold him and not get burned!!
Driblee (Water): 9/10 Oh my god they’re adorable!
Sothisispartiallyjustmebecauseilovethewaterabilityimsorry They’re a little lizard mermaid! They adore swimming more than you’d think and hold pool parties!! They hang around Chilly because their water tends to be on the colder side and Chilly can use them to reform melted bits of Adeleine can’t get Ice Dragon to do it. They’re actually made entirely out of water! They can literally transform back into water by going into water. This also means that they can conform to spaces not meant for them like bottles and containers. They like to make drinks for people since the water they use for attacking is some of the cleanest water out there! (It also tastes super fucking good)
Bonkers (Hammer): 7/10 Kinda scary...
He’s big, taller than Adeleine (especially if he stands fully upright), and has an intimidating look, but he’s all bark and no bite! Dude is literally just a ball of sunshine! He likes to carry people around and will 100% shield someone from attacks (he’s sturdy!!!). He’s helping Adeleine with her strength because she’s fragile and a little scrawny and he’s all muscle (shes gotten a lot better!). Shes got her own lightweight hammer he lets her use so she can get a little stronger!
Sir Kibble (Cutter): 9/10 Smol knight!
He cannot help his size... but he’s tough! He also has no fucking braincells and does not think but he’s a good boy! He likes to headbutt people but his helmet poses a problem (it literally has a blade attached to it) so he puts a padded pool noodle over it to protect others (the padding is so the noodle doesn’t get chopped from the blade itself when force is applied). He’s just a little dude with no thoughts... head empy...
NESP (ESP): 4/10 They talk too much and know stuff about me that I never told them.
Strange and not very cool :( They have a tendency to read other people’s minds because they purposefully don’t tune their thoughts out and therefore know a lot of stuff they really shouldn’t. They also don’t know how to keep their mouth shut. Thankfully they’re just funky from psychic power and on a good day they’re kinda nice to be around!
Vividria (Artist): 10/10 THATS MY ADOPTED SISTER!!
They’re siblings. Drawcia adopted Adeleine as one of her own and that makes Vividria her sis! They paint together and Vividria kinda sticks up for Adeleine in more dicey fights because of Adeleines low HP. They’re the bestest of friends and are super cool with one another! She’s still growing and is one day gonna reach Drawcias size!! (If we put it into normal heights [Adeleine being 5’3” and Kirby being 1’8”] Drawcia is over double Kirby’s height. Probably closer to 3-4 feet)
Parasol Waddle Dee (Parasol): 9/10 Oh my god they’re just a smol friend...
Dee is literally almost as high strung and anxious as Bandee but they’re so sweet!! They like rain!! They also give parasols to all their friends! (Adeleines is teal with paint splotches!) They tend to nap a lot and will totally join cuddle piles. On hot days they’ll utilize the chumbrella as a big shade for everyone in the nap pile. Just a squishy little dee!!!!!
Knuckle Joe (Fighter): 10/10 Hes super supportive and nice!
He saw how fragile Adeleine was and said “aight so I may not be a master but I’m gonna teach this kid how to fight” and didn’t wait for any objections. Once a week he goes out into the forest with Adeleine and shows her how to fight like him! Physical combat is important!!! She can’t fire off energy blasts or deal lightning speed punches, but she’s getting there! He’s ultra supportive of everyone and loved to teach people stuff!!! He care about everyone!!!!
Beetley (Beetle): 8/10 Why is he so angy!!
Always grumpy. He says it’s because he keeps losing to Bugzzy but it’s just because he’s super small and gets picked up like a burger all the time (if you didn’t wanna be held like a burger don’t be burger shaped idiot). Isn’t aggressive but will headbutt people with the blunt end of his horn when he’s being extra grouchy. Adeleine likes picking him up because he gets all stiff like a ferret (when you pick them up and they stick their feet’s up all stiff).
Jammerjab (Staff): 9/10 Funky but fun!
Was originally really wary of them because of the whole Void Termina thing and their assosciation with the bad guys wasn’t a good thing but they’re super cool! They’re graceful and like to stand on their staff a lot. They also help the smaller helpers get stuff up high (they themselves are small but their staff can extend a lot so they can use that for extra height). They let Adeleine use their staff and she’s not that good at it (she always whacks herself in the face while trying to use it) but it’s a nice gesture! They know a lot about the Jambastion and like to tell people all the wacky secrets it holds (like how Hyness has an entire room full of just robes that all look the exact fucking same or how theres a specific set of hallways that move and change to get trespassers lost in them). Honestly a fun little guy to be around
#fira makes braincells#fira knight screeches#can you tell I really fucking hate Kawasaki because I do#bitch has 3 moves and only 1 of them is good he sucks ass#aside from that Adeleine likes almost everyone!#the Dees are all just like Tuter (with Bandee being the most like him)#The helpers also like giving people stuff!!! Adeleine has an entire cabinet full of gifts from them!!!!!!#They’re just baby and small (with the obvious exceptions)#anyways HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!#OH and these are just the ones from Star Allies because she probably only meets those helpers#maybe others??? I’m not sure yet#but she def meets all the Star Allies helpers
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7 and 19 for jj and charlie 😅
7: “I don’t like the dark.” 19: “will you stay?”
hurricane florence was slowly moving in toward the coast and in columbia, south carolina, the rain was pouring down. jj had offered to stay at charlie’s for the night, knowing that if anything went wrong, he would be the one enlisted to help anyway. (as the resident boyfriend in charlie’s senior house, it was pretty much expected that if anyone needed help or was in trouble, they would call jj first.)
jj and charlie were curled up in her bed, charlie with her computer balanced on her lap and jj sprawled out around her legs, head resting on her shin and his hand snaking up her thigh - several times - before she slapped it away. “are you done yet?” jj complained, tugging at the hem of her nike shorts like a kid begging for attention. “just one...more...” charlie murmured, her eyes not leaving the screen as she continued to type. “there. finished my paper.” jj grinned and sat up, pushing her laptop shut. “finally! so can we watch the movie now?”
for the last month, jj had been begging charlie to watch the sequel to IT with him. she hated - no, abhorred scary movies, but didn’t want to give him the benefit of knowing that, so she had an excuse every single time he brought it up. charlie played dumb. “you mean, you want to watch the longest ride again with me?” she tried, holding back a smile. jj scowled. “if I have to hear you lust over that fucking cowboy again, I’m going to lose my shit. he’s not even that attractive.” charlie gasped. “don’t you dare! scott eastwood is gorgeous!”
“alright, that’s it.” jj immediately grabbed one of her throw pillows from the floor and hit her with it. charlie retaliated, smacking him in the arm with her pillow previously tucked behind her head, laughing. the two fought for a moment until jj wrestled her pillow away and flopped on top of her, pinning her down with dead weight. “jj! I can’t breathe, get off me.” jj grumbled. “tell me I’m better looking than stupid scott eastwood.” charlie paused. “well...” jj moved to hover over her on his forearms, barely keeping distance between them. “charlie.” he growled in her ear and she shivered. “jealous, maybank?”
jj nipped at her neck. “never. can we please watch the movie?” charlie sighed, knowing she couldn’t put it off any longer. “fine, we can watch your movie. and yes. you are more handsome than scott eastwood. he doesn’t have your beautiful hair.” jj grinned, pleased. “that’s what I fucking thought.” he got up and grabbed the remote to her TV, pulling the movie up and angling it more toward her bed. the rain pelted her windows, not showing any sign of giving up any time soon.
the creepy music filled the room right away and charlie winced, keeping her eyes trained on the base on the TV to try and seem like she was actually watching. jj grinned and sat on the bed next to her, fully invested. his fingers crept toward her as the music heightened, grabbing her thigh right at a jump scare. charlie screamed bloody murder, flinching away from him so quickly she almost fell off the bed. jj laughed so hard he had tears to his eyes, slapping the sheets. “holy shit, walker, you didn’t tell me you were scared of the movie!” charlie set her jaw, stuffing a pillow in between them. “you are on thin ice, maybank,” she threatened, crossing her arms and staring straight ahead at the movie.
he grinned, wiping literal tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was just too funny.” he tried moving close to wrap his arm around her shoulders but she pushed him away. “no. don’t touch me, I don’t trust you during this.” he laughed, bringing his hands back. “okay, okay, have it your way. enjoy the film,” he sing-songed in a creepy voice. charlie just scowled.
out of stubbornness, charlie watched the rest of the movie, cursing under her breath every time she got tricked by a jump scare - which was just about every single opportunity in the movie. right at the height of the scariest scene, as charlie clutched a pillow to hide behind, there was a loud clap of thunder, shaking the walls, and the power went out. charlie immediately went to grab for her boyfriend - but he was gone.
“jj?” she called out tentatively, feeling around for him but not daring to move from the bed. “jj, I don’t like the dark.” she said, her voice small and scared. she sat up, moving to get her phone from her dresser. all of a sudden, jj grabbed her shoulders from behind and yelled. charlie screamed at an ear-splitting pitch and whipped around, not hesitating to slam her fist into her attacker’s face. lucky for him, jj caught her fist just before she hit him, his hand enveloping hers. “holy shit, slugger! chill out!” charlie exhaled shakily. “what the fuck, jj, I thought you were a murderous clown!” jj laughed and let go of her fist. “I was just playing around, I didn’t know you were so jumpy.”
he got up and toggled the lightswitch, frowning when nothing came on. “well, that’s my cue, I’ll see you tomorrow -”
“jj. no. will you stay?” charlie pleaded, reaching out for him in the dark. jj laughed softly. “I was just kidding. of course I’ll stay, I have to protect you from scary clowns.” he teased. charlie wrinkled her nose. “I hate you. I’m never watching a horror movie with you again.” jj chuckled. “nah. you love me.”
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Electric Love
Chapter 2
A David Lee Roth Fanfiction
She got a smile and it seems to me,
Reminds me of childhood memories,
Where everything was as fresh as the bright
Blue sky
- sweet child o’ mine
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True to Holly's promise, I finally received a phone call from the designer in California.
I was washing my dishes, my elbows soaked in soapy water when I heard the phone go off in the living room.
I quickly shut the water off wiping my wet hands on a towel, and rushed over to the phone, and reached over, shoving it to my ear. “Hello?”
��Hola, chica! Is this Rose?” A slightly prominent Spanish accent asked over the phone.
“Yes, that’s me! Are you-”
“I’m Lewis, the Designer in the rolling hills of California? Holly Bell told me all about you.” He said with a muffled giggle. I laughed awkwardly at his unique sense of humor.
“Well, Holly Bell happens to be my best friend.. and my favorite Christmas decoration.” I laughed into the phone. I heard a chuckle respond to my joke as the sound of static shuffled through the phone.
“Well, that’s just wonderful, chica. I hope not to be too frank but I could use some help. She told me your designs are wonderful.. do you happen to have any clothing you’ve made?”
My eyes widened to the size of saucers as I stuttered. I looked around trying to see if I had left a sketchbook lying around, lunging toward my desk drawers looking for some sort of sketch. I cursed silently when I remembered most of my sketches were in my bedroom. ‘I... Uhm... I don’t really have actual clothes made to try on. Mostly just samples and a few sketches.”
“Oh well, that’s okay... I was told you worked? Do you happen to recall any names I might be familiar with..” Lewis asked over the phone. I heard the familiar sound of a pen writing on a piece of paper, as I inwardly panicked.
I grimaced at his words, slapping my head with my palm. God Holly, what did you tell him about me... “I.. nothing really popular just a few local artists in my town..” Okay, that wasn’t a total lie. I did work with a few clients after college. Mostly for bar mitzvah's and retirement parties... not that it changed anything.
He sounded a bit hesitant before responding, and I sucked in my breath for the bad news.
“Okay..you’re hired!”
My heart stopped. “What? What do you mean?”
He laughed over the phone. “I mean, chica... You’re hired to be my assistant. I’m sure this will be just the push you need, and I have no doubt your visions are excellent. Plus I need a passionate individual who’s strong-willed. You seem just the type.”
For the first time through this whole interview, I genuinely smiled. “Oh, that’s so wonderful. Lewis, thank you so much! So do you want me to send sketch ideas, or what?”
“Oh dear... you are new at this. Chica, I want you to come to California.”
“Uhm... California?” I said as I gulped, the nerves racing back into my heart. It looked like a wonderfully beautiful and diverse area, with so many different cities, I just didn't know how I would survive.
“Yes, and don’t you worry darling. I have everything covered. I’ve got a spare bedroom where I live. You can stay there, while we work. All I ask is you to perform your utmost best. My business is serious, and I have just been dropped some new... very wealthy and famous clients.”
I smiled, “Oh wow this is.. this is wonderful. How can I repay you, this is so much!”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “If you give me the ideas, and possibly a bit of secretarial work, I’ll see to it that you will have a wonderful career in fashion.”
“Oh, Lewis. Thank you so much. When do you want me to come?”
“I’ve got a big call for a few outfits coming in that need to be done by next week. I know this is a bit rushed. But I’d love to have your stuff packed and sent, along with your cute self, to California by this week."
My eyes seemed to pop out of my head as I checked the calendar. “It’s Tuesday.”
“Indeed it is, but fashion waits for no one, Chica. I need your help now.”
“Okay.. well then. I guess I’ll meet you at the end of this week.” My breath beginning to thin out, as I pulled out a chair for me to sit down on.
“I’m looking forward to it, Chica. Caio!” Lewis said as I heard the line go dead.
My hands slightly shook as I put the phone back on the dialer, turning my head to look out the window, my finger placed gently on my lips. This was it, I was moving to California.
“Holy Fucking shit.”
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By Thursday night I was pacing. I had begun to pack boxes of personal items, some essentials, and clothes but I was frightened.
I was jittery, had one too many cups of coffee, and had begun to break out in hives because of the anxiety.
I had wanted to call Holly but I was too worried.
What should I say? I eventually would have to call her and wish her goodbye, but for some reason I was stuck.
Words never failed me when I was with Holly, but now there were none that I could comprehend into sentences.
I set a finished pile of folded clothes into a suitcase when I heard a ring come from my living room.
I raced to the phone and picked it up putting it to my ear, “Hello?”
“So.. when were you going to call me, you rude little toehead.” A familiar snarky voice sounded out of the phone.
Holly. I wanted to laugh but I was too much in a mental crisis to say a word, I just fumbled. “I’m so sorry Hol’, this all just happened so soon and I’ve been trying to pack everything, and emotionally I’m confused, and scared this all so quick-and I-“
“Honey, I could really carry on the convo’ forever, but I’d rather not on the phone, plus I’m using Ms. Myers's phone and I’m afraid she’ll hear our entire conversation.” She said bluntly.
I paused. Ms. Meyers was my next-door neighbor. “Holly, are you at my apartment building right now?”
“Open the door, I’ll be there in 10 seconds,” Holly said as I heard the sound of the phone being disconnected. I placed the phone down, as I walked swiftly to the door.
Just as promised the minute I opened the door, I saw the familiar red-head best friend of mine in all her crazy glory. She smirked “Told ya.”
I gave her a small smile, which she frowned at. “Sorry to burst your bubble Rosie, but I just didn’t think having this much of a conversation was worth big brother listening in on us.”
I knew she was talking about Ms. Meyers, who always had the habit ever since she got two phones in her apartment, to eavesdrop on anybody who borrowed her phone for a quick call.
She opened the door further and walked in. I trudged behind and looked up to see suspicion grace her eyes. “Rose, I thought you were leaving for California this Saturday.”
I gave her a questioned eyebrow. “I am?”
She whipped her head around to face me, “Then why the hell does it look like someone’s moving in and not moving out?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes “I think that’s based on perspective Holly.”
“I don’t care! You’re nowhere near done. Why didn’t you ask for my help sooner?”
Right then and there I broke down into a sob, and I felt the familiar grasp of my friend as she hugged me. “I-m... Holly this seems so much bigger than me.”
“Adapt and overcome sweetie.” She said as she patted my back affectionately. I scoffed at her bluntness. For all that it was worth, sometimes I needed to hear her harsh words.
“Holly, how can I do something so sudden? It’s like up until now I’ve been perfectly fine working in a diner for the rest of my life, now I’m going to California to work for someone I never met..”
“Honey, it’s only abnormal if you make it out to be. You’ve spent so much wasted time doing something you do not love. You’re fucking 23! Go out and do something spontaneous! Reach for the stars!”
“What if I fail? What if he doesn’t like me?”
She removed me from her grasp and gave me a deep look, “I don’t think that’s humanely possible for someone like you Rose.”
I furrowed my brows, before turning away and walking over to an empty box. “Well, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, do you want to help?”
Holly walked over to where I was as she scanned the room before sighing, “Do I even have a choice?”
I laughed, folding my arms to my chest. “You always have choices, Holly.”
She shrugged before grabbing a roll of packing tape, flipping it around as if she was in some western cowboy duel. “Let’s Rock n Roll.”
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#david lee roth#david lee roth x reader#Van Halen#Eddie Van Halen#evh#rock#rocknroll#fanfic#80s#80srock
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love alarm au (nick x reader)
ok so i was watching this kdrama on netflix called love alarm (i think it was based off a webtoon? i could be wrong ahaha i don’t research anything) and i really liked the idea of it so i wanted to write a jlp fic about it lol.
basically, there’s this app called love alarm. if someone within a 10 m radius (i think that’s how big it was… oh well) has romantic feelings for you, and they also have the app, they’ll “ring” you. and vice versa, obviously. i’m changing one key rule; the ringing will only work if both parties have the app opened.
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cw: femreader. nbjo.
everyone was buzzing about a new app. something called love alarm? you were confused by the whole thing.
”hey! jo!” you yelled to your friend. “do you know what everyone’s talking about?”
”yeah!” jo held up their phone, they were downloading the app. “it tells you if anyone around you has feelings for you! and it tells other people when you have feelings for them. but like, it doesn’t say any names, which is kinda weird, but that’s part of the fun, i guess.”
you gulped. “uh do you know if you can change the settings to not notify other people.”
jo opened the app. “it’s called ringing, apparently, and no.” they glanced over the settings, only finding an option for the volume of ringing.
you looked at their screen. “aww no one likes you.” their phone had a big zero in the middle of the display. “wait no. romantically, no one in a, uh 10 meter radius? that’s specific, whatever, has romantic feelings for you. i obviously like, you, platonically, i mean, i’m your friend! i’m rambling, so i’m gonna stop now.”
jo laughed, but seemed disappointed with their number. “you should download it.”
”uh maybe.” you noticed your other friend walking over, eyes glued to her phone. “frankie!”
frankie’s eyes glance up to see you, then they darted around the crowded hallway.
”hey! jo, y/n, look at this!” she held up her phone, open to love alarm.
”someone here likes you!” you yelled excitedly. “ohmygod i wonder who it is!”
jo looked down at their phone, still at zero.
”i have no idea…” frankie said, but in a way that made it sound like she knew exactly who it was.
the number suddenly jumped up to two, and she looked around again.
”do you have it downloaded yet?” frankie asked.
”i’m not sure if i want to…”
”it’ll be fun, c’mon!” frankie urged.
”well… okay.” you opened up the app store, and started downloading. on the shitty school wifi, it was bound to take forever.
frankie’s brother, nick walked up to her.
”don’t tell me someone has rang yours yet.” frankie groaned.
”no, not yet.” he said, sadly.
”welcome to the club.” said jo. nick and jo high fived.
”look, don’t let this distract from school. you’ve still got classes to go to!” he lectured the three of you.
”okay, mom.” frankie rolled her eyes.
you glanced down at your phone. 50% downloaded, and 2 minutes ‘til first period. “shit! thanks for mentioning it, nick! i gotta go!” you started running to the opposite side of the school. “love y’all, bye!”
you got to your first period, out of breath, just in time to not be counted tardy. your teacher was really liberal with handing out tardies, even a second after the bell rang… good luck.
you checked your phone again, sliding into your seat. 87% downloaded. and a text from frankie! it was a screenshot of her love alarm, still at two, and a message saying “damn i thought u loved me :’(“
you sent back a cowboy emoji.
”phones up, class! it’s pop quiz time!” exclaimed the dictator, i mean your teacher.
a few periods later was lunch. you and frankie had the same lunch period. you were bummed that jo had an earlier lunch, but they were hanging out with nick, and his friend bella, so they were fine.
”show me your phone!” frankie yelled.
you placed it, face up, on the table. “chill out, woman. no one’s rung it yet, anyway.” you had been obsessively checking since second period. nothing. “any updates on the two from earlier?”
”well, when i went to fourth period, it finally went back down to zero, but then back up to one, so would that be three? or is one of them just, like circling around me?” frankie handed you her phone, currently at zero.
”wait, when did the first go to one?”
”when i went to first period.” frankie said nonchalantly.
”how the fuck are you not freaking out right now? i would be hounding these two, potentially three, people down!”
”well, if they really want me to know, they would tell me. until then, i will enjoy the ego boost that the ringing has given me.”
”that’s so responsible. i’m suspicious.” you said.
”i know! i am responsible! also, i’ve only been opening the app in crowded places.”
”are you okay? this doesn’t sound like the frankie i know.”
you were going to question your friend more, but your love alarm suddenly went off.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
you whipped your head around, frantically. “who could it be?”
”y/n, it’s back down to zero.” frankie updated.
”so, like, they just walked in and out of the circle, right?” you cursed the crowded lunchroom, that you were in the center of.
”probably.” frankie took a sip of water. “oh! did you hear about jamie and alyssa?”
”no, what happened?”
”alyssa wanted jamie to ring her love alarm, but he couldn’t! and then he rang violet’s!”
”what? how do they know?”
”alyssa made jamie walk in and out of violet’s circle, and it rang every time he stepped into it.”
”they broke up, right?” you asked.
”obviously. but violet doesn’t have feelings for jamie, so they’re not together either.”
”this app is going to ruin so many lives.” you muttered.
”well, it was bound to happen eventually.” frankie shrugged.
you met up with frankie and jo, just after school ended. well, more like they met up with you. you had gone right up the bell with your test, and when you got out of the class, your friends were standing right there. both on their phones, open to love alarm.
jo stared distastefully at the zero, and frankie stared apathetically at the one.
you opened the app, but before it could load, nick ran over, startling you.
”frankie, look.” he held out his phone. it had a one on it.
”i’m kicking you out of the club.” jo said darkly.
”any ideas who it is?” asked frankie.
you slipped your phone into your back pocket, without looking at love alarm. you knew exactly who rang nick’s love alarm. you just didn’t want to know if he rang yours back.
your crush on nick had started back in freshman year, when you started hanging out with frankie. you would occasionally hang out at her house, and sometimes nick was around. and you just found nick so unbelievably attractive.
you couldn’t believe it when, in your sophmore year, you and nick had the same seventh period. he sat behind you in class, and was always making jokes. he even offered to drive you home from school. granted, frankie was also in the car, but it still seemed kinda romantic to you.
and you had fallen in love with him along the way.
but this year, you had no classes together. and yeah, you sent memes to each other pretty frequently, but you didn’t talk, really. you still had feelings for him, but you thought that if there was any chance that he did too, it had gone away.
you didn’t want to be disappointed, so you didn’t check your love alarm.
”y/n, has anyone rung yours yet?” asked nick. but maybe not…
”uh, no. i mean, yeah. briefly at lunch, but i might not be remembering that correctly.”
”can we stop talking about this shit? it’s fucking stupid. and who’s to say it’s in any way accurate?” jo spat.
”it’s alright, jo. not everyone has downloaded the app yet.” you tried to comfort them.
they walked off.
”well…” said frankie.
”uh, they drove me to school today, so can either of you…” you addressed the siblings.
”yeah, i got it.” said nick.
frankie laughed, “why do you want to drive my friend home?”
”she’s my friend too. jeez frankie stop being so weird.” he scoffed.
”eh whatever. y/n always complains about the mess in my car anyway.” said frankie.
”just pick the stuff off the floor and put it in a trash can! you can even put a trash bag in the car! it’s not that hard, frankie!” you exclaimed.
”case and point.” she started walking to the library. “i’ll see you back at home, nick.”
”see ya.” he said. you waved at her. you and nick began walking. “so, y/n, my friend, how has life been treating you lately?”
”like a sucker punch to the gut, my friend. i have had a test, quiz, or pop quiz in every single class to day, apart from lunch, where i got clickbaited that someone likes me.”
”ouch!” hey held open the door for you. “did you just use “clickbaited” in an irl circumstance?”
”eh technicalities.” you laughed.
nick shook his head. “anyway, do you know how you did on any of the tests/ quizzes/ pop quizzes/ forms of torture?”
”ugh no. but the suspense is killing me.”
”speaking of suspense, do you have any idea who, briefly, rang your love alarm?” nick asked, as he opened the driver’s side door.
you hopped into the passenger’s seat. “nada. you?”
nick started the engine. “i have an idea.” you felt your heart just flatten itself against your chest. what does that mean??
”care to share?” you tried to say nonchalantly, but it probably came across very chalantly. which nick would remind you, is not a real word.
”no. i’d like to be more sure of my guess first.”
”see, when you say logical and responsible things about love alarm, it makes sense. when frankie does, i worry for the emotional safety of the two, potentially three people who rang her alarm today.”
nick laughed, “that makes sense. do you know who rang hers?”
”why, so you can beat them up? that’s what big brothers are supposed to do, right?”
”no, big brothers are supposed to be an omnipresent watchful eye.” it took you a second to get the reference, but you laughed when you did. “but really, no. more like i want to warn them.”
”i have a hunch on who one of them is, but i will follow in your infinite wisdom and not say until i’m more sure.”
”i wouldn’t call my wisdom infinite...” said nick.
you were tempted to open love alarm, but that would be stupid. nick’s phone wasn’t even on right now.
you fell into an awkward silence, and you didn’t know how to break it.
”so, uh. y/n, i’m sorry that i kinda stopped talking to you.” nick said, a couple stop signs later.
”i am also bad at maintaining friendships, so don’t worry.” why the fuck did you say friendships.
”yeah… uh i want to talk to you more. not just send each other tik toks, y’know?”
”tik toks are an excellent form of communication, i have no idea what you’re talking about. but yes.”
”okay, that’s good. by the way, when you’re scrolling on that app, do you just send me every video that says to send to your friends?”
you laughed, “no. sometimes i send you the ones that say send to your enemies. and i send you other stuff!”
”i know, i know! but like, do you send them to like frankie and jo and stuff?”
”um… sometimes? i definitely send the ones that call you ugly to frankie, and i usually send the super mega wholesome ones to jo, but neither of them ever send tik toks back, so i don’t think they really appreciate them.” nick always sends tik toks back. you’ve usually already seen them, but it’s the thought that counts.
nick turned into your neighborhood. “do you think the love alarm actually works?”
”what do you mean?” you asked.
”what if it’s just random. like the different accounts are randomly paired to go off when they’re near each other.”
you thought it over. “i don’t know. that could be the case, but there’s really only one way to find out for sure.” your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.
”do you mean… trying to ring someone’s that you like?” nick asked, slowing to a stop in front of your house.
you shrugged, “i guess.”
nick sat in silence, looking straight ahead, probably thinking deeply about something.
you picked up your backpack, and started getting out of his car.
”wait, y/n!” nick scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket.
you turned around to face him. “uh what?”
he took a deep breath, “can you open love alarm?” he had his phone already opened to the app.
not knowing what else to do, you obliged. every second that it took for the app to load felt like a thousand hours.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
”i ran through the cafeteria earlier, by the way.” said nick.
you looked up, to see nick. he held his phone facing you. it said the same thing. you pinched yourself, to make sure you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t.
”wh- wait really?” you were dumbfounded.
nick smiled. “the app works. it really works.” he gazed into your eyes, hopefully not noticing your mouth, which was still hanging wide open.
you felt frozen on the spot, and this was probably getting awkward. but nick! smart, kind, beautiful nick! he liked you. he really did.
he hopped out of his car and ran around to stand in front of you. he placed his hands in yours, still smiling.
”can i kiss you?” you asked.
”yes.” he said. and you did. you kissed the boy who you liked, and who liked you.
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Things you said with clenched fists / Things you said over the phone
requested by and ft. @katarinadvpont
I. 2014
They’re back in Libya, of course. Sometimes he feels like he’s never fucking left this place, like he never will. Blue skies above, with that scorching hot sun that always leaves him casting his gaze around for some shade when the clock hits about noon. Pale sand that gets into all the creases on his body, fills his shoes and his socks. Another civil war, the second in three years, orchestrated by the powers that be for… what, oil? He’s not sure he even knows anymore, which side he’s supposed to be spilling blood for. On base, his hand never seems to stray very far from the scar cut across his abdomen, because more than enough of the blood he’d spilled the last time he was in this country was his own.
They have a new Carabinieri attache-- she’s almost eye-searingly blonde and lily-skinned in the bright sunlight, he can’t help but wonder how she keeps from turning as red as a lobster. The military police are hardly ever well-liked among the rank and file, seen as fun-killers at best and crooked at worst, but… Tahan thinks she’s probably alright, if only by virtue of the fact that one Capitano Daniel Lombardi hates her. He watches the pair of them from the shade of the MRAP that the late afternoon provides, his legs outstretched in the dirt before him, arms crossed over his rifle. Lombardi is bristling, trying to loom over her like his scant few centimeters he has on the woman affords him any kind of advantage in the face of her icy calm. Yeah, Tahan thinks, he likes her just fine. She’s got a spine of steel, at least, glaring Lombardi down and snapping back at him.
DuPont, he thinks her name is. He’s never spoken to her directly, just the occasional respectful nod as they pass each other on base, or when he and Rossi are bent over a map, heads bowed together as they work on planning operations, and she sweeps into the room. Right now, she looks like she’s going to choke Lombardi. He thinks he might like to see it-- Rossi’s toe nudges his thigh, and when he tips his head back to squint at him, the younger man gestures silently toward the pair. His meaning is more than obvious: end that before it really starts.
Ah, well. He really would have put money on the Carabinieri, the way her face has clouded. Tahan stands with a long sigh, and then stalks forward on cat-quiet feet, his rifle slung back over his shoulder. It’s so hot when he gets out of the shade that he almost immediately starts to sweat-- how can these two bicker like this? How do they have the energy?
He catches the tail end of their conversation, Lombardi hissing out a quiet, “You don’t know what you’re messing with, DuPont--” before he interrupts by clearing his throat. Lombardi cuts himself off and turns his baleful glare onto Tahan, and DuPont takes a moment to try and smooth the anger out of her features. She mostly fails. Her fists are still bunched, the lines of her shoulders and her mouth pulled taut. Before Lombardi can bark out a ‘what’, Tahan snaps out a frankly disrespectful salute to him and then speaks.
“Maggiore Romano is looking for you, DuPont.” His voice is flat, and he keeps his bored gaze focused on a point between them. It’s a calculated risk-- the Major outranks Lombardi, so the Captain can’t do anything but let her go, and the pair gets along even more poorly than it seems he and DuPont do, so it’s not terribly likely Lombardi will ask. Not terribly likely, but the man trusts Tahan about as much as Tahan trusts him, so it’s still possible. Not that he’d get in all that much trouble. Lombardi opens his fat mouth to say something, but Tahan doesn’t give him the chance, sweeping his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture for her, with a quiet offer: “I’ll walk you there.”
The flat line of her mouth turns furious once more, but thankfully she holds her tongue until they’re out of earshot, not even bothering to say goodbye to Lombardi. They walk together in silence until they round a corner, and then she whirls on him, fists curled like she’s thinking about striking him. At least she hasn’t gone for her gun. “Are you insane?” She demands, her voice ringing out of her like thunder. DuPont steps forward, one of her hands gesturing broadly toward the rest of the base. “Does the Maggiore actually need me, or did you make that up?”
Tahan rocks back on his heels, biting back a smile. He has the feeling his amusement would only serve to act as gasoline on the fire of her fury, so he simply gives her a one shouldered shrug. “Sometimes, and no. Are you?” She stills, high spots of color creeping into her cheeks. “Insane, I mean.”
“No,” the answer cracks out of her like a whip this time, waspish and ice cold. “I’m beginning to suspect that everyone else here is, though-- you know you’re supposed to be working with the United Nations on all of your operations, don’t you?”
God. He rummages around in his pockets and pulls out his pack of cigarettes, offering her one as he lights his own. The look she gives him is venomous, but she takes one and he lights that one for her as well. “I’m aware--” Her brows furrow, and she opens her mouth to say something, but he holds up his hand. The gesture is enough to silence her for a half second, if only because she didn’t expect it, and that half second is all he needs. “Listen to me, picking a fight with that fuck Lombardi isn’t going to get you anywhere good.”
DuPont exhales smoke harshly, staring hard off into the camp. “All this-- all this fucking--” He snorts, taken almost aback by the curse falling out of such an angelic face, and she snaps her electric eyes to him. “This cowboy bullshit. There’s a system in place to make sure everything is done by the book, and done well, and to keep casualties at a minimum, and it seems like nobody cares.”
Nobody does care. He manages to keep from saying it, but only barely, instead he watches her, brows furrowed. Her fists are still clenched at her sides, like she actually cares. Maybe she does-- he’d heard she’s fresh out of the academy. Hasn’t had any time to let the world tint her idealism into something darker, yet. He doesn’t want to be the one to break it to her. Another long sigh rolls out of him as he turns to watch the walls of their base camp. “There’s something you need to understand about Lombardi.” He stops, there, and when he glances back at her he can see her eyes trained on the side of his face. “He’s gotten away with a lot of shit. He’s been allowed to get away with a lot of shit. And you’re a threat to that-- a threat to him.”
“Good--” she sneers.
“Bad,” he replies, cutting her off. “Because do you know what Lombardi does to people that threaten him? He eliminates the threat. Like he was trained to do.” She draws away, and he can see he’s losing her, so he gestures out to the camp. “I’m not saying do nothing. You can report him to our superiors until you’re blue in the face. I’m just telling you now, it’s not likely they’ll do anything. We’re a black operation unit, and we… unofficially play by different rules. But if you keep running your mouth off to him, he’s going to start thinking maybe you’ll actually get something done.” A pause, for effect. Her eyes are almost, almost wide. “And then he’ll just make you disappear.”
The blonde’s jaw is so tight he could almost swear he can hear her teeth grinding. “He can try.”
“He can succeed. That prick has been here for fifteen years, and if we’re unlucky he’ll be here for fifteen more.” Tahan is agitated, he’s already burned through the entirety of his cigarette. He puts the butt out against the bottom of his boot, and tucks it back into the pack, unwilling to start another. “I’m not saying do nothing. I’m saying keep quiet about it until you’re far the fuck away from here. You understand?”
Her eyes, her face is grim. She nods, finally. He turns away before he can determine if she means to actually follow his advice or not.
ii. 2016
Her mouth runs just as hot in Verona as it did in the desert two years ago, he thinks with no small amount of amusement. The leaves are starting to turn on the trees, and a cold wind creeps in between the cramped, ancient buildings of the city. Every time he sees her, she looks like she’s bundled for arctic weather, and she undoubtedly notices how drawn he looks, the faint tremble to his fingers. He feels half-mad, some days, mourning something he’ll never be able to put words to, all the things and the days he’s buried deep. She calls him, maybe once a week, and he tries to be good company.
The days pass in anniversaries, marked permanently in his mind. One year since Rana slipped headfirst into that ditch. One year since Rossi pulled that bullet out of that corpse for evidence. One year since, once year since, one year si--
His phone is ringing. He’d forgotten it was ringing when he saw who it was that was calling him, staring at the screen until it rang out to voicemail. She’s calling him again. Battista wonders what’s got her… what, concerned? Angry? Enough to call him twice in a row. He answers.
Katarina DuPont’s voice rings tinnily on the line. “Oh, good. You’re alive.” Her voice is almost totally flat, like she’s pissed she felt like she had to call again. He stares out over the Adige, sluggishly moving along.
“Don’t sound so excited about it,” is his dry answer. “Did you need something?”
The line is silent for a minute. He thinks about sinking into the cold water in October of 2009, getting dragged out by the strap of his rifle. The shock that had come after. Leans against the railing, and peers down into the muddy brown river below. Her voice startles him out of his reverie. “No, I don’t need anything, you-- Have you eaten anything today?”
Battista’s brows shoot up on his forehead, and he allows it because there’s nobody around to see. He leans his chin on his hand, his elbow resting against cold stone and supporting most of his weight. It takes him a moment to think. Has he? He can hardly remember, it seems. He doesn’t think so. His hands feel a little weak, he’s tired. “Yes,” he responds softly. The water churning below looks cold. He pulls away from the edge and starts walking away. “Did you call just to ask me if I’d eaten anything?”
“No.” Katarina’s voice… he can tell the amusement in his question rankled her, in some way or another. “Do you need anything?”
He wonders when she’s going to work up to asking if he’s been taking his meds-- probably soon. She’s not one to mince words. He lifts a hand to wipe the half-smile off his face and pauses, wondering if the faint smudge of crusted blood under his nails is real or imagined. Looking away from his hand won’t keep him from obsessing, but it will keep him from seeing.
Does he need anything? He doesn’t know. He can’t stop thinking about Rossi, the Captain. That whole mess. He can’t stop thinking about the heroin, or the pink jacket. He can’t stop thinking about how Bianchi had leaned so close to him, his grip hard enough to bruise his collarbone, and the acid that had poured out of his mouth. And perhaps this is all loyalty will ever buy him, in a world so deprived of goodness and warmth and light. A world deprived of love. It buys him pain. In the night, in the day. A great screaming void. Death at his master’s door.
For a moment, a mad moment, he lets himself feel a spark of… of something. Maybe he wants more than that. Maybe he wants justice. Maybe he thinks she can help, or offer advice, or maybe he just wants to talk about it. So he opens his mouth, and his voice is raspy when it rolls out of him, like he’s parched. “Have you ever heard of--” Bianchi, he doesn’t finish the sentence. She may have met him in Libya, might even remember him. But he doesn’t know how, or perhaps can’t, ask for help. The two extremes: she won’t care at all. He didn’t know her two years ago, and he hardly knows her now, except for the fact that she feels obligated to reach out to him occasionally. Or she could get herself killed, looking into it. He’s not sure he could articulate how dangerous it is. He’s pretty sure he could never choke out all of what happened, either. “Never mind,” he finishes, softer than before. Battista glances around and finds he’s back at the river, and this time when he turns his back on it, he tells himself it’s for good. “I don’t need anything, DuPont. Listen, I have to go.” There’s a long silence on her end, and he adds, “I’ll talk to you later.”
Apparently that’s enough of a promise for her. At her loaded “Goodbye, then,” he snaps the phone shut, and slips it into his pocket.
#/ / DRABBLES .#tw ptsd#tw drug mention#tw suicidal ideation#super vague on the last one but just to be safe#those are just in the second half. the first half is only discussion of murder
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Falling With Style (Winged AU):
I got permission from the lovely @rondoel to write something over their winged au (aka the best concept ever), so here it is at last! I hope you all enjoy, and definitely go check out all their wonderful art!
Jesse had never seen anyone quite like Genji Shimada. There was anger in him that was beyond unsettling. It was terrifying, and Jesse never used that word lightly. There was also the wing situation with Genji. He was the first person Jesse had ever seen that had a cybernetic wing built for him, modified to be a weapon.
The old one had been cut off along with much of Genji’s body, mauled by his brother, leaving him for dead.
Inhuman.
Jesse could understand Genji’s anger. Maybe that’s why he tried to help.
-
The first time Jesse had talked to Genji about his wings, he had been out stretching his own. Gliding smoothly with the help of a thermal current, a light breeze keeping him from needing to spend much energy on keeping himself in the air.
He loved flying—the sense of freedom, the break from everything Blackwatch required of his body and mind, the time it gave him to think alone. Only this time, he could sense he wasn’t alone. Not quite. Jesse glanced down at the compound, noticing someone sitting on the roof, looking up at him.
With a sigh, Jesse tipped his body and folded his wings, diving down. It was probably Reyes, coming out to tell him to ‘get his ass back inside’. No one ever denied him his little escapades, but the base was also supposed to be kept a secret. Having someone flying above it wasn’t always a good idea.
Jesse spread his wings to slow his descent, feet hitting the roof a little too hard, but the fun that came with diving like that was worth it. The gunslinger frowned upon seeing not Reyes, but Genji.
His eyes were dark, and he looked away quickly.
“Hey. Didn’t expect to find you here. Thought you were the commander.”
Genji didn’t say anything, just curled his knees closer to his chest and set his chin on them. His wings shifted, almost as if they were trying to hide his body.
Jesse examined the mechanical one, head tilting at all the wires and notches he knew were hiding some deadly weapons. It was definitely a masterpiece of engineering, the type even matching Genji’s organic wing.
Dragon wings, was what Jesse likened them to.
“Got somethin’ on your mind? We can go for a quick flight if you—”
“No.”
Genji shot him a venomous glare, Jesse’s brow furrowing.
“You don’t want to?”
“I can’t.”
The words filled with muted rage, grit out harshly. Jesse backtracked a bit. The wing was still new, perhaps he just didn’t know what all he could do with it.
“Oh...Well, have you tried flyin’ with it yet?”
It was, apparently, the worst thing he could have said.
Genji’s eyes flashed dangerously as he stood, stance on the defensive, muscles coiled and taut like he was ready to strike. Jesse took a step back.
“Of course I’ve fucking tried! I’ve tried and I’ve landed on my face every time!”
Jesse pursed his lips, not sure if he should say anymore, but the tense silence was overwhelming. And Genji seemed to be waiting for something more. The gunslinger took a little breath.
“Well, maybe don’t fly, but try...You know, falling with style.”
Again, the wrong thing to say. Genji bristled even more, Jesse regretting bringing anything up.
“It doesn’t fucking work, none of it does! He ruined everything!” Genji screamed, hands balling into fists. They shook slightly.
Jesse tried to remain as impassive as he could, raising a hand placidly.
“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry...”
“I don’t care! Leave me the fuck alone!!”
Jesse nodded, knowing there was no getting through to Genji when he was like this. Best to just leave him to cool off and come back when he was stable. He backed up slowly, keeping a concerned eye on Genji before stepping of the edge of the roof, flying to a different perch.
Jesse would have felt sorry for the ninja, but he knew the pity would be abhorred. It did nothing to help him anyways.
The gunslinger pulled out a cigarillo, chewing on the end of it as he thought. Maybe, if Genji would give him the time of day, he could help teach him to fly again.
He had done it before; Fareeha with her delicate, weakened wings, struggling to keep up a speed that could lift her from the ground. It took time and plenty of effort from both parties, but Jesse had let go of her hands one day, and she had stayed in the air. This situation was different, but the end result could potentially be the same.
The sun began to set, and Jesse finally went back inside.
-
Jesse closed one eye, shot six times in quick succession, making a steaming hole in the target’s forehead area. He spun Peacekeeper as he reloaded, eyeing the training area Genji had silently taken up earlier.
The gunslinger chewed on his lip for a moment, then decided to go over and watch. He had wanted to from the beginning, but he knew Genji would have likely left as soon as he noticed he was being observed. Now, however, he was probably distracted enough to either not know or not care. Hopefully.
Jesse leaned in the doorway to one of the training rooms that ran simulations with training bots, Genji working hard inside of it. The ninja spun and kicked so fast, Jesse could hardly keep up with it.
Shruiken were thrown with deadly accuracy, Genji pulling out his katana after taking down a few more bots and hacking away at them viciously. It was all very impressive, though, all the bots were stationed on the ground. Jesse narrowed his eyes, lips pursing.
Genji may have been deadly on the ground, but hardly any of his opponents would be fighting him there. He could only battle them on his terms, and if they were on the enemy’s...It was a sure loss if he refused to use his wings.
And Jesse knew for a fact that the one opponent Genji truly wanted to kill was not going to battle on his terms. He already hadn’t.
The ninja cut down the last bot, breathing heavily, hands curled around his sword tightly. He looked up at Jesse with a glare, sheathing his katana and stepping over the carnage he had made.
“What do you want.”
Jesse grinned and tipped his hat, knowing very well he was blocking Genji’s exit as the ninja came up to him.
“Those bots didn’t stand a chance.”
“They’re just bots. Predictable. It’s not that difficult.” Genji murmured, eyes narrowing as Jesse shifted, shrugging lightly.
“Still. You’re good.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need your approval.”
Genji tried to move past him, form tensing when Jesse put out a hand to stop him. The ninja slowly turned his glare up to Jesse.
“Let me pass.”
“Can I apologize for the other day, first? I didn’t mean to say anythin’ that was offensive. I just...I want to help, is all.”
“I don’t need your help.” Genji growled, shoving past the cowboy and sauntering down the hall. Jesse stared after him, letting out a disappointed sigh after a moment.
So that approach wasn’t going to work.
He glanced back at the messy training room, then went inside it. Looked at the control panel, the settings. An idea started to form in Jesse’s mind as he scrolled through the stats.
If Genji didn’t want to be nice to him, maybe he would want to spar with him. A chance to allow Genji to let off some steam and gain his trust at the same time. Jesse hummed, then left the training room.
The two were breathing heavily, Jesse falling back into a defensive stance as Genji ran at him again. He spun, wings still tucked to his back, still ignoring his most vital weapon.
Jesse ducked under Genji’s kick, jabbing an elbow into his side, digging into the metal. It was probably more painful for Jesse than it was for Genji. With a grunt, he shifted his weight and slapped the shoulder of his wing against Genji’s face. The ninja spluttered and stumbled back, Jesse taking his chance and advancing.
He ran and lifted off the ground slightly, gaining just a bit of air and speed before he whipped himself around and snapped his legs out, catching Genji in the chest. He went flying, tumbling a bit as he hit the ground with a muted shout.
Jesse landed back on his feet, walking over to Genji.
“You cheated!” He hissed, sitting up and slapping the hand Jesse was offering away.
“Last I checked, we both got wings. And there weren’t any rules against using them.”
“I can’t use mine!”
“Says who?”
Genji stood and spread his wings with a glare, pointing venomously at the mechanical one.
“Says the wiring and weight on this fucking thing!”
Jesse tilted his head, then shook it.
“You really believe this is hindering you, don’t you?”
“Because it fucking is!! How do I kill anyone like this? How will I kill him if I can’t reach him?!” Genji yelled, frustration and anger bleeding through his words, giving them even more of a bite.
Jesse regarded him for a long moment, then stepped closer.
“You know, my old boss used to say: if the enemy is too high,” He held up his hand, two fingers pointing up like a gun, eye slipping shut for just a moment.
“Get him down to your level. And fight on your own terms.”
Genji shifted, gaze falling as his eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. The gunslinger took his mechanical wing, Genji looking back up sharply as he pointed at all the meticulously placed notches and cleverly hidden shruiken and knives.
“It’s not only a wing, it’s your weapon. You just have to learn how to use it.”
Genji’s eyes flickered slightly as he stared at his wing, then back to Jesse.
“I know you don’t want my help, but if you gave me a chance, I got a lil’ somethin’ set up in a training room.” Jesse offered.
Genji folded his wings again, silent and still otherwise. Thoughts running so fast behind his eyes Jesse could see them. The way little emotions played out in the fine lines around them.
Finally, Genji looked up once more.
“Alright.”
Jesse grinned, then motioned for Genji to follow him. He went back to the training room the ninja had been in before, moving to the control panel and setting it up.
Genji watched him curiously as a single bot put itself together about ten feet above the ground, little thrusters keeping it afloat. Jesse stood back, then pointed at it.
“Take it down.”
Genji stared at the bot. Stepped forward, shoulders rolling. He had none of his usual weapons, nothing but his wits and the wing on his left side. It still made him one of the most dangerous people Jesse knew.
Genji flexed his wings, then turned sharply, his mechanical one extending. A knife impaled itself in the wall a foot below the bot. Genji did it again, and again, still missing, but getting closer.
He growled, glancing at the wall before crouching and sprinting towards it. The ninja jumped up and climbed the wall as high as he could, then pushed off of it and spun. His legs whipped out, slamming into the bot, making it spark and drop.
The same move Jesse had just done on him.
Genji dropped on top of the bot, then stabbed the tip of his wing into its head. He stood and blinked, Jesse gaining a lopsided grin.
“Just like that.”
Genji turned to him, a new kind of fire blazing in his eyes. There was definitely a smile underneath that mask.
“Let’s go again.”
-
Genji crouched, wings spreading as he lept up, using his momentum and height to spin. His wing sliced through a bot, the other tucked to his side to continue the movement back to the ground.
The ninja whipped himself around again, wing stretching out as three shruiken went flying from it, hitting three bots in quick succession. He deflected Jesse’s shots from above him, running up to a bot an pushing off its head to launch himself up.
The gunslinger’s eyes widened as Genji grabbed his leg and swung him towards the ground. He couldn’t get any air underneath him in time, Jesse grunting as he slammed into a bot, wings curling around himself protectively.
Genji’s wing cut through the floor where Jesse’s head had just been, the cowboy rolling to the side and getting back to his feet. Genji came at him in a blink, throwing his wings out along with his punches and kicks, the sharp points on the ends whizzing just past Jesse’s face as he was forced backwards.
He hit the wall, Genji spinning and pulling out his wakizashi. It was pressed to his throat before Jesse could react, Genji’s eyes narrowed, wings flourished on either side of him. The ninja tilted his chin up, Jesse raising his hands in defeat.
Those red eyes crinkled just slightly as the knife was removed, and he stepped back.
“That was a damn good display, Shimada. Damn good.” Reyes called, Jesse grinning as he took the hand Genji offered. He pulled himself off the wall, patting the ninja’s shoulder lightly.
“I’d say you’re mission ready.” The commander continued, arms crossing over his chest.
Genji nodded once, then turned and bowed to Jesse.
“Thank you.” He murmured, soft but sincere. The gunslinger tilted his head, smile gaining a proud edge to it.
“You’ve done real good, Gen.”
The ninja straightened, then turned to Reyes as he spoke again.
“I got something lined up that should be pretty good for a first mission. Come with me, and I’ll give you the details. McCree, good work. You got the rest of the night off.”
“Aye aye, Jefe.” Jesse called with a little salute, turning into a little wave as Genji glanced back at him for a moment.
The gunslinger grinned as he watched the two walk away, something warm bubbling in his chest. He had done it again. He was able to help someone with their wings not once, but twice now. It felt good. Ana would have been proud.
Jesse stretched leisurely as he left the training grounds, thinking about going for a nice long flight.
-
Missions with Shimada on the team hardly ever failed, now that he was not holding back. Now that he knew what he was capable of, and used it to his every advantage.
Jesse would sometimes just sit back and watch him work; the way he would slice his way through the enemy with his wings and blades alike, the strength and confidence he held now that he had embraced a new part of himself and used it as it was made to be used. He was deadly, in every sense of the word.
Nothing got in his way and lived to see him pass, and Jesse was happy to let him have his way at last. Genji could take on anyone and anything, and so he did.
Missions hardly ever failed, but that didn’t mean they were all easy.
Jesse shot at the security guards blocking his way to Blackwatch’s latest intel provider. Not that the woman was going to give up the information willingly, no, that only ever happened for the Overwatch crew. The gunslinger cursed as he had to duck back behind cover, reloading with a flick of his wrist.
“Gen, I could use a lil’ back up here.” He griped, wincing as a bullet whizzed dangerously close to his hiding spot.
There was a static sound in his ear, quickly followed by an equally put-out sounding Genji.
“You say that as if I am not busy enough as it is...”
There was the sound of gunfire over the comm, Jesse hearing it just below his position, on another floor of the building. He muttered a curse, whipping out from his cover and shooting as he ran to another safe spot. Jesse had caught sight of the woman they were after, though.
They were close. Too close to let her get away.
Taking a deep breath to calm his adrenaline rush, Jesse reloaded again. It was his last set of bullets, so they needed to be used just right if he wasn’t going to be getting any back up.
The gunslinger peeked out from the wall he was behind, counting the remaining guards. Eight.
Six bullets in his chamber. He could make it work.
Jesse grit his teeth and slung himself out from his cover, letting off two shots. They hit the nearest guards, and he took down the next with a punch to the jaw. He flew just above the ground to gain some speed, barreling into the next guard as he pulled the trigger again and again.
Only two left. Another shot. One. The final shot was not his.
Jesse tumbled to the ground with a shout as white hot pain flared through his wing. He rolled, skidding to a stop in front of the woman, feeling a heel dig into his side as blood dripped in the floor. His blood.
She smirked down at him, golden eyes narrowed as her hair slid over her shoulder. Jesse eyed the sniper rifle in her hand warily; he hadn’t seen it, slipped up in the heat of the moment.
“You are a good shot, but not good enough, I’m afraid.” She hummed, leaning down and grabbing Jesse’s throat.
He grunted as he was hauled up, feet dangling, hands scrabbling at the woman’s tattooed wrist. Wings spread behind the her, feathers fading from pure white to a sickly purple-black at the ends. She launched forwards, Jesse feeling the glass of the window shattering against his back, cutting into his already damaged wings.
He flailed as they rose higher and higher into the air, spluttering for breath that wouldn’t come, struggling to no avail. Jesse’s vision started to fade, and just as his writhing began to weaken, he felt their ascent stop.
“Adieu.”
His eyes snapped open as the woman let go of him, air rushing into his lungs and around him as he plummeted. The cowboy tried to flip himself over, only able to flap his wings twice before the pain made him stop. Panic shot through his core, more powerful than any bullet.
For the first time, his wings were failing him. He was falling with no way to catch himself.
Jesse cursed and spun through the air, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, waiting for the ground to hit him. Something certainly hit him, but it wasn’t the ground.
The gunslinger cracked an eye open, then gasped as he saw the buildings below them zip past. A set of mismatched arms were secured around his waist, Jesse laughing as Genji looked down at him with bright eyes.
“Genji, you’re flyin’!!”
“It’s not flying. It’s falling with style.”
Jesse grinned like a mad man, the ninja tipping his body slightly, catching the wind. They drifted back down to a rooftop after some maneuvering, Genji setting Jesse down before landing on his feet, stumbling a bit.
He then threw his head back and laughed, jumping up and flapping his wings.
“I did it! I flew! I can fly again!!” He exclaimed, Jesse running over to him and wrapping him in a hug.
“You saved me, Gen! I knew you could do it!”
The ninja had a smile in his eyes when he looked up at Jesse.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, you know.”
“I was just helpin’ you see what was already there in front of you. You did all the work.”
“Still. I wouldn’t have known where to start, much less how to do it if you had not shown me. What I’m trying to say is; thank you, Jesse. Thank you for everything.”
Jesse gave him a lopsided grin, patting the ninja’s shoulder lightly.
“No problem, partner. I’m proud of you.”
Genji dipped his head, then motioned to Jesse’s bleeding wings.
“Might want to call in an evac ship. I’ll take care of the rest of things here.”
“You sure?”
Genji spread his wings, backing up to the edge of the roof.
“Positive.”
Jesse grinned as the ninja tipped backwards, disappearing over the side for a moment before he shot back up in a streak of black and red, a slight breeze catching the him in the face. The gunslinger watched him fly back to where the commotion was, a quiet huff of laughter leaving him. He then tilted his head and pressed his comm.
Mission complete.
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#mcgenji#jesse mccree#genji shimada#gabriel reyes#blackwatch#winged au#Whiskey'sWorks#this was so much fun thank you#I've had my eye on this one since the mcgenjiauweek art#I hope you all enjoy!
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Sean Macguire x F! Reader x Arthur Morgan NSFW
This is pure, unadulterated, smut. Pure fucking sex, no fluff, pure sex with two hot ass cowboys and you’re going to enjoy it because I needed this release. Thank you.
Requests are OPEN, please read my FAQ first!
Word count: 2.2k (yeah I really wrote 2.2k words on pure smut, sue me)
Warnings: Smut, Double Penetration, Domination, Edging, Dirty Talk, Biting
Rhodes offered little in the way of luxuries, a saloon run by the towns biggest family, a half decent bank not worth the time, dust kicked up into your boots, and a fine spray of sand dusting your face as the wind whips past your head. A small troupe rode into town, you, Sean, and Arthur, troupe is a different word than you usually use, in a matter of truth you were all lovers, the happy-go-lucky Irishman, and the grumpy emotional American, it works better than people think.
“Camp don’t offer much in privacy so why don’t we scope out the town t’morrow? I have a better use of our time right now” Sean made his remark as he nodded towards the local hotel, both you and Arthur raised your brow as Sean gave you his signature smirk, a beat passes and before you know it you’re hitching the horses as Arthur pays for a room and Sean makes himself at home, sprawling out on the bed.
“This’ll do nicely” Arthur looks around the room, a double bed in the centre, dresser and drawers in the corner, mirror opposite, and two bedside tables finishing the room off. “Not too shabby indeed” Arthur placed his hands on your hips, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades, and nose nuzzling into your neck. Your hair shifting slightly at the invasion of its space, stubble grazing on your skin sending electric waves through your nerves, a rush of goosebumps running over you from head to toe.
Sean looks up and furrows his brow, “She ain’t all yours Arthur” his feet swing to the side of the bed and he walks towards you. A light placement of his finger beneath your chin and his lips crash into yours, Seans other hand resting on your thigh. A low down grunt comes from Arthur as the other man shows a sign of dominance, hands fighting over your skin, lips battling to show their own claims upon your land.
The door closed, a room secluded for your intimacies, Sean lightly pushes you all back into the wall and Arthur lands with a low grunt, maybe even a snarl his hands no longer resting on your hips but moving up to your waist and wrapping around you, accompanied with light bites to your skin, the first making your lips part from Sean’s and ring out with a gasping breath of adoration.
The men fight over you and your skin, Arthur biting at the back of your neck, his hands roaming all over your waist, Sean kissing you, his hands running over your thighs. Between the two men was heaven, their heat running into you, tongues licking and whetting you, scenting you as theirs. Sean pushed his thigh between your legs and pressed himself against the wall even more, like a snake choking its prey to submission. Arthur didn’t like that, not one bit, as Sean works his leg on your groin Arthurs hand moves to your neck, choking you ever so slightly, red marks covering your bare skin from the infatuation of the gruff man alone.
“She ain’t all yours neither” The men stared at each other as they ravaged you, Seans hands now off your legs and up your shirt, placed on your breasts, tips of his fingers pinching at your budding nipples. There was no love at this time, just pure sex, hands not embracing but hungry, lips not adoring but animalistic, these men weren’t here to love you at this moment, they were to prey on you, and ravage you.
The only time they worked together was to get you naked, your clothes in a pile on the floor, and theirs still on their bodies. You were open to them, your hands tried their best to show the men you could provide for them but it all moved too quickly. Arthurs hands now squeezed your ass cheeks, fingertips digging into the skin leaving dimples, a remnant of nails grazing at the flesh. Sean on the other hand was whetting his trousers with your sex, your juices visible on the fabric and his mouth licking at your nipple while his hand was pinching at the other, fingers from the other hand in your mouth, tickling your tongue as you gasped for breath.
The two of them on you was almost too much and you quickly felt the heat rise in your lower abdomen, your hips began rocking of their own accord, sweet moans running through Seans fingers, sweat beading at the base of your hair line as the heat encompassed you, your brows kitted together, the taste of Sean on your tongue, breath hot and ragged as your body climbed the mountain to your orgasm, chest rising and falling heavily notifying the men to your cause.
“Looks like she’s ready t’ pop Sean, can’t have her havin’ all the fun” Arthurs voice exuded lust, you could feel the smirk in his words as they melted into your ears, that low and husky drawl sending shivers through your legs, Sean looked up at him and agreed his leg then removing itself from your sex and his mouth leaving your nipple, he walked over to the bed and left you high and dry. Your mouth agape and legs shaking in anticipation of your climax, but it went away, each pulse draining more and more of the pleasure from you.
Arthur pushed you towards Sean, now naked and laying on the bed waiting for you, dick standing high awaiting its pleasure from you. “Go on and give Sean a good go, I think you’ve had enough for now” Arthur commanded and you obliged, climbing onto the bed and positioning your head above Seans dick, your body between his legs and feet hanging slightly off of the bed; your ass in the air.
Sean lay there, a hand resting behind his head and the other at the base of his dick, the head teasing you with precum, a low whisper of your name comes from him, a small demand for you to please him as he has pleased you and you happily oblige. Your tongue begins looping around his dicks head, a taste of salty sweat exposed on your tongue. Moans come from Sean as he receives what he craves, his hips bucking ever so slightly at your touches. The sounds of clothes hitting the ground along with boots and guns alerts you to Arthurs presence behind you his hands resting at your hips once again, and you feel the presence of him at your entrance, his head slightly brushing against your sex.
“Mm fuck, yer really milkin’ me here doll” Sean joked a smile on his face as he brings his hand to your hair, “I’m gonna need more from ya, right now” Sean smirked as he pushed your head down, his dick barely hitting the back of your throat a stifled groan coming from him through clenched teeth. The sudden feeling makes your hips reel back and Arthurs dick begins to enter you, both of you surprised at the feeling.
“You’re real eager ain’t ya?” Arthur remarks as your hips slide back, “Guess I’ll have to indulge you then won’t I?” One move and Arthur is fully in you, his dick hitting what feels like your throat, the two men connecting inside of you, their dicks filling you up.
Sean pushes your head down fully, moans and growls from his throat bringing out the primal side of him, this hips of the Irishman bucking ever so slightly as your head is bobbed up and down his shaft. Arthur is thrusting into you, slow and drawn out, the polar opposite of how Sean is wanting to be treated. The feel of your vaginas around Arthurs dick is something he savour, these thrusts are precious little treasures he wishes to keep to himself; so the thrusts are slow and savoured.
As the men please themselves with you, you feel the heat rise back once again, the feeling of Arthurs long drawn thrusts hitting slightly at your sweet spot sending waves through your body, goosebumps attacking your spirit as it’s guided to your heaven. Your hips begin moving again, rocking and swaying to their pleasurable rhythm, Sean’s too caught up in throat fucking you to notice but Arthur does; with one big thrust that hits right at the tip of your climax, if he had done it again you would be orgasming right now. Arthur didn’t though he pulled out, painfully slow and knowing exactly what he was doing. Nothing but a lowly whine came from you as you pulled your mouth from Seans dick and turning to face Arthur, a smirk playing on his lips as you tried to confront him to his misdoings.
“Get up and face me, girl” Arthur demands, you look between him and Sean before obeying. Your hands now rest on Arthurs shoulders and Sean takes up position behind you.
“It’s a good thing you got my dick all wet, cause yer gonna feel it now missy” Sean pressed his chest against your back and you could feel his dick at your ass cheeks, cheeky grins spread on both of the mens faces as you played a quizzical brow. No word of warning and Arthur lifts you up by the waist and positions himself by your entrance, Sean behind you with his dick poking at your ass.
“Wait what-” You couldn’t get your words out because Arthur kissed you as he slid you down onto him once more, slowly again so Sean could push himself into you and you could adjust accordingly. Whimpers came from you, tears pricking at your eyes as the men filled you once more, their dicks bringing the very heavens into your body. Grunts of your name and how tight you are from Sean, the hands supporting your waist and his thumbs rubbing softly against your skin in a vain attempt to show some affection in this time.
Arthur parted from your lips when you were fully filled by them, waiting for your confirmation to keep going, and this came quickly as you could once again feel the bowels of your orgasm hitting you. The soft lapping waves of release teasing the toes of your mind as you stood along the beach edges of climax.
You feel Sean and Arthur pull out from you and thrust in once again, slow and accommodating, but only this once for after wards they pull out and slam into you, the ecstasy running through your veins, arms wrapped around Arthurs neck and head leaning back into Sean. The whimsical rhythm of moaning coming from the three of you, you cuss and rhyme, they’re saying your name, you’re saying theirs, and you’re all cursing the lord above, sinning in the eyes of the beholder.
All 3 of you are close, you can feel it, in Seans panting, the eay he’s biting at his lips, the way that Arthur can’t keep his eyes off of you, his tongue poking out slightly from his parted lips as the breath is hot and heavy. You’re on the edge once more, the men ravaging you and using you as theirs, legs wrap around Arthurs torso and you hear him grunt and moan.
“Shit I- I’m close” Sean whispers into your ear, you pant and flutter your eyelids in response, all thoughts leaving your head as the words escape you. Arthur agrees in a low grunt, something that sounds like ‘me too’ but you can’t even hear them. You finally get to taste the sweet embrace of your own orgasm, the denials making the fruit so much sweeter than you could have ever asked for.
Your legs are twitching, Sean is thrusting his last few thrusts, hard and clapping against your bare skin, Arthur is deep within you, his dick sliding out an inch before going back in. The feelings wash over as you scream out their names in pleasure, muscles spasming and legs bucking your hips to rock into the men. This act begins their own decent into cumming, Sean moans out a howl as he bucks into you one lat time before releasing his seed into you, his arms wrap around your waist bringing you in close and embracing your body into his.
Arthur pulls out and cums onto your stomach, his hand pumping at his dick as he appreciates the view of Sean holding you, like a canvas before the painter. His cum spraying onto your stomach, white and creamy, lighting up your skin as the sweat and seed mix. You stay there for a few seconds, or maybe even a few minutes as the world simply passed by without warning, gasping for breath, the come down from the most momentous orgasm you had endured, the men panting akin to wild beasts after the sprint to catch their prey.
Slowly Sean pulls out and plants a tender kiss on your cheek, “Y’did so well love. ‘m so proud of ya, I really am” He nuzzles into your neck slightly before parting to allow Arthur his moments respite with you.
“He’s right y’know, y’did might fine darlin’ Dare say I even love you for it” Arthur pulls you in for a kiss, his hand brushing your cheek and into your hair, deep an tender. You revel in the relationship you have with these two men, and how lucky you were that they were in your life to give you the satisfaction some could only dream of.
#RDR2#Sean macguire x reader#Arthur morgan x reader#NFSW//#NSFT#SMUT#Arthur x sean x reader#red dead redemption 2#bal writes#i am the smut GOD#two thousand words dude#what the fuck haha
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holding out for a hero (sashea) - lily2
I’m a huge theatre kid and some of my greatest friends are doing footloose and this besides somebody’s eyes is my favorite song in the show and it reminded me of a certain couple… this short lil fic is an au fic but I don’t know if I’ll do an entire fic based on the musical, maybe if you all like it! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
[ for purposes of the au/fic, sasha has red hair similar to her cowboy look because I thought it was genius since footloose is about cowboys/country kids y'know. ]
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Sasha sat, unbeknownst to what exactly the current conversation was— paying attention to the tapping of her boots against the tiles of the vintage diner and only staring at her hair and stirring around her straw, the whipped cream on top of the milkshake beginning to melt and only stir in with the rest of it, she felt a soft knock into her shoulder and quickly widened her eyes and kicked herself up, sitting straight and not slugging back. “Yes?” She asked, confused at why and who exactly did that though Adore looked at her and blinked, “Are you okay? It seems odd of you to not talk, you were the one who wanted to come!”
The Russian girl sighed, “I know, I’m sorry girls.” Her eyes meeting Adore, Trixie, Trinity and Aja who were originally just intending to finish up their studying for school and grab a bite while doing so, everything spiraled the minute Sasha wanted to take her order and was met with the most gracious, gorgeous and kind eyes she had ever seen from a stranger, from someone in this lonely city.
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“And what about for this gorgeous girl?” Shea’s words coming off intently with a bit of flirt and interest, leaning against the counter, she was beyond any realm of beauty: she is why beauty existed in the dictionary, Sasha Velour who she just realized was always constantly around her own classes and school, not like there was more than one school in the deserted small town they lived in but it definitely stung Shea that she didn’t make the connection earlier.
Sasha twirled her red hair in between her fingers, still flushing and biting her lip trying not to smile widely but she did anyway, covering her mouth a second before Shea leaned, “Why are you covering that beautiful smile?” The Russian dropping her hands by her jeans and grinning, she was much, much more different than her current romantic interest who made her feel imprisoned and she knew she was just a sex tool, Sasha got around but not because she exactly intended to.
She saw a slap go across Shea’s head and realized it was Bianca who was working right beside her, she looked away and pretended not to hear that whispered, “She has someone, I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if you were flirting with their girl.”
“And what will you have?” She seemed completely otherworldly and the Russian could barely even order for herself, she was that stressed let alone her four other friends who sat in wait and giggled at her stuttering a bit though Shea seemed to be enjoying it, there was no one behind her anyways.
“Let me get two vanilla shakes, two chocolate and one strawberry and for food…” She paused as she glared at the menu, as if she hasn’t been to this exact establishment almost twice a week for over a decade. “Let’s just get three of the usual meal, with fries and then two salads and one with a side order of fries.”
The Chicago native nodded, getting more and more used to how this ordering system exactly worked, it was much more different than her previous job as a, highly illegal but still paid, bartender at 18. “Did you just move? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before?” Sasha asked plainly, getting out her cash as she handed it over to Shea, their fingers brushing against eachother and causing what seemed like an instant raging spark, it was like every single cheesy movie that Trinity watched, where the chemistry begun with simple eye contact, one look and their mind was utterly blown and needed no further explaination.
“I’m from Chicago!” Shea spoke quickly, counting her back her change as Sasha’s head tilted, “You moved from a big city to this little place? That’s a story I’ve never heard before.” She leaned on the counter as her shoes hit the pavement, along to the beats of the music playing over the speaker. “Yeah, Chicago is expensive and my mom really needed to find new work and this was the closest possible, I’m digging it though.” She spoke though it was only half true, she had a few people she considered “friends” and even Bianca had become her one close friend in the matter of a week since the time she had packed her bags and set on the road to the town but the “No Dancing!” rule set in place was a definite setback and so were half of the people living here.
“Here’s your change, I’m Shea.”
Sasha took the change, returning to her wallet before she took the receipt and returned the smile, “I’m Sasha, Sasha Velour, see you around.” The girl turned on her boots and let her expression speak for itself as she rejoined her table full of her closest friends.
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Trixie gave a small squeal, “Oh man you’re talking about the cashier aren’t you? We all saw that grin on both of your faces, we aren’t fucking stupid!” She spoke before Trinity hit her in the stomach, shushing her since they weren’t the only people here trying to eat or get work done, “Say it a little louder why don’t you?” The native southerner asked before taking a sip of her vanilla milkshake and saying no more.
“So what happened with you know who then?” Adore asked, tilting her head on in her hands, all of them now hanging onto Sasha’s every word and glancing, curious if she had finally gotten out of hell. “Are you finally free from prison?” Aja asked, all the girls cackling as Sasha frowned, “No!” They all groaned and shook the Russian girl physically, wanting her to snap out of it.
“I have to say, I don’t usually comment on this kind of thing but—” Adore glanced at a Shea taking another order before nudging Sasha, “She gave you much kinder eyes than I’ve seen your man ever give you and that’s all I’m saying.” Trinity quickly came to Sasha’s defense, saying what they were all thinking, “You’re bold to talk for someone who has been only madly in love with Bianca Del Rio for over three years.”
“Oh fuck off!”
Sasha had to laugh and patted her best friend on the back, gently rubbing her shoulders, “You will absolutely get your chance one day, I saw the way she was looking at you during gym.” That wasn’t a lie, there was atleast a small pinch of something even if Bianca was possibly one of the most brutually honest and disinterested people at school: never hanging around anyone and keeping to herself unless it was to insult someone or call out whatever was the latest drama at their school.
Adore shrugged, feeling a bit shy and down, it had been three years and not like she could blame Bianca, she only talked sometimes in gym when they were locked as partners and that was only this year, everything else was from glances, stares and the occasional wave Bianca would give her and only her according to Sasha.
“All the people here suck, we’re just gonna be lonely forever and I’ve accepted that.” Spoke up Aja who crossed her legs and fixed the cuffs of her flannel, “This isn’t the town to start a life or find someone to love, this town fucking sucks.” She muttered to the table, everyone agreeing for the most part expect Trinity who very often spoke of her love for a small town, “I’d rather be alone in a small town than go to a big city where I’ll be alone and stuck in a crowded space constantly.”
Trixie groaned, sulking. “All the good people are taken aren’t they? That’s just how it works here, they’re all taken or maybe no good ones exist and we’re just in the internal paradox of dread.” Adore hung into Trixie’s shoulder’s and felt her lips curl into a small grin, “You sound like me.” They laughed as Sasha nodded at the point, it was true!
“You’re right, you’re absolutely right.”
The minute the words left her lips she felt her four friends eye’s stare, “What do you mean?” Aja was the first to reply, Sasha laughed and ran a hand through her hair, “All the people here are awful! We have already such a limited number and they’re all complete fools, expect one.” She added while looking at Adore intending that exception for Bianca who genuinely was different, her heart still racing as she looked back for a second seeing Shea doing whatever work she had to. “Well maybe two.” She whispered to herself, not wanting it to get to her head considering the broken state of her current relationship.
“Where have all these good men gone…” She huffed out before grinning and adding a subtle, “and women.” They all pondered, knowing it was more a metaphorical question but Trixie still felt inclined to answer, “Maybe back in Indiana.” Trinity hit her again before humming, “Maybe in Russia.” The response intended for Sasha who quickly waved her off, laughing, finding the reply amusing.
“If you thought boys here are bad, Eastern European men are a completely different level.”
Adore kicked her feet back on the table before Aja slid her feet off, “We’re still at a diner Adore.” The girl shrugging, “As long as it doesn’t rip my tights I really don’t mind.”
“I hope they do, then you can finally buy clean ones.” Trinity giggled as Adore punched her in the shoulder, knowing it was the truth her tights were extremely dirty but she took pride in that, knowing that almost everyone dressed the same in this town and there wasn’t much room to be different and look different without getting a slap on the wrist from authority who ruled every part of their life.
“But seriously!” Sasha spoke over them, dreaming about a different time and a different place where she had instead moved from Russia to a town with actual human beings, though her friends were the wild exception, and freedom.
“Late at night I toss and turn and sometimes, I dream of what I need, especially considering my current status and relationship.” She admitted, embarrassed that she truly felt so strongly and needed the closure.
“I always think somewhere beyond my reach, maybe there’s someone reaching back to me, you guys ever feel the same?” Trixie finally admitted though Trinity, Aja and Adore all budged and agreed though Adore was the only one who could make fun of them, though she wouldn’t, considering the fact she atleast had a very large crush on someone who wasn’t a complete dense and stale asshole. Maybe an asshole but definitely not dense and stale like Aja’s recent encounters and Sasha’s relationship.
“So we’re all basically holding out for a hero aren’t we?” Trinity’s voice spoke as she leaned back, dusting the crumbs off her dress, blinking at Sasha who nodded, along with the rest of them, absent Adore though her problem was just being open and talking to her damn crush, who clearly and consistently have her some side stares and glances in class or in the hallway.
“Larger than life is what they have to be.” Trixie nodded, Aja agreeing to that sentiment.
“You all want a Hercules in disguise, I’m starting to notice the rampant patterns in all of you.” They all turned to Adore before Aja held her hand and smiled into her eyes, “And all you want is Bianca Del Rio and yet, you have yet to even have a full conversation with her.” They all laughed and yelled before Adore covered her face and the flush on her cheeks though her smirk told a different point of view.
“So does this mean you’re gonna break up finally with you-know-who?” Sasha wasn’t wanting that question to come up but considering the fact they were all fantasizing about their dream relationship, she saw it coming from a mile away, unsurprisingly from Trinity who always asked the questions everyone was too scared to say aloud.
“Maybe, I’m tired of being treated like a doll!” The Russian finally feeling a new confidence in her answer, “Besides, all we ever did was have sex, kiss and I would hope he didn’t crash us in his car when he drove me home, I can’t even name you a time we had a genuine conversation unless you count screaming at eachother because of his poor choices as a human being and school decisions.”
The redhead gave a subtle glance to Shea who returned the glance and smiled, waving, Bianca slapping her back again before Sasha turned away, leaving the sweet smile across her lips, which needed to be reapplied soon, again her own mind and ignoring whatever Aja and Trinity started to bicker about.
Well, maybe I already have found what I need.
#rpdr fanfiction#roza#sasha velour#shea coulee#adore delano#bianca del rio#trinity the tuck#trixie mattel#aja#sashea#biadore#holding out for a hero#lesbian au#footloose au#concrit welcome#submission
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