#i can break this tag out again lets gooo
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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 || 𝗢𝗣𝟴𝟭 ꒱꒱
━━ ❪ . . . oscar x verstappen!surfer!reader ❫
━━ ❪ . . . description : freshly surfing world champ, yn goes to take some much needed time off, and starts her vacay off by attending the miami grand prix. her intention was to support her big bro, but it appears a certain papaya driver had other plans; ❫
━━❪ . . . smau ! ❫
━━❪ . . . warnings : none ❫
━━❪ . . . fc : caroline marks ❫
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ynverstappen world champion, blessed, thank you to the beautiful cali waves 🌊🏆
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user so well deserved, congrats yn !
bestfriend you were WICKED on the waves girl !!
maxverstappen1 let's gooo, congrats sissy ♡
⤿ ynusername couldn't have you being the only world champ in the fam, now could I ? 😋
⤿ maxverstappen1 no, no you just couldn't 😤
user the verstappen siblings are just legendary
user so with the break coming up, will we see yn at the next grand prix 👀 ?
⤿ user plus the next ones in miami, super close to cali, so 🤞 !!
oscarpiastri congratulations yn, coolest world champion ever 👏🥇
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user and if I said yn and oscar would be SO cute together ?
Boeta 🏎
hey sissy
where r u ?
Sissy 🌊
chillin'
what's up ?
Boeta 🏎
no, I mean where r u
you said you were gonna be the paddocks when I got back from my meeting ?
Sissy 🌊
oohhhh
well, I am in the paddock
just not yours
Boeta 🏎
what ?
yn, are u hiding in dani's closet again to scare him ?
Sissy 🌊
ahhh, good times
but nope, I'm in the mclaren paddocks
Boeta 🏎
oh
is lando talking your ear off again ?
Sissy 🌊
nah, lol
I'm uh, actually with chilling with oscar
Boeta 🏎
piastri ?
since when are you guys on chilling level
Sissy 🌊
since he asked me out to dinner later
[read]
Boeta ?
uhhhh, boet ?
[read]
ynverstappen
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ynverstappen soooo good being back in the paddocks, thanks so much for having me redbullracing – and ofc, congrats boeta on p1 ! 💙
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user soooo, did anyone else see the video of oscar and yn walking around together ??? dude had the dopiest smile on his face too 😭
redbullracing you're practically family yn ! 💙
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user 2 champs 🏆
danielricciardo thanks for not scaring the crap out of me this time yn :)
⤿ ynverstappen ah, there's always next time dan 😄
⤿ danielricciardo no no, pls don't.
mclaren hope you had a wonderful time at the race yn ! 🧡
⤿ redbullracing are you going to apologize for stealing her from out paddocks ?
⤿ mclaren are we supposed to ?
⤿ oscarpiastri of course not.
⤿ maxverstappen1 thin ice piastri, watch it.
user uhhh, not redbull and mclaren battling it out over yn 😭
user my yncar ship is HERE BDJEHZIS
oscarpiastri just added to their story !
[ caption 1: stolen forever maxverstappen1 🤚 ; caption 2: 🧡 ]
Boeta 🏎
oscar is really bold
Sissy 🌊
oh, I know 😁
it's one of the many reasons why I like him
Boeta 🏎
so you like him then ?
like, really like him ?
Sissy 🌊
yeah, I do boeta
Boeta 🏎
okay then...
invite him to the lunch tomorrow
Kelly has been dying to see the two of you together
Sissy 🌊
she's so prescious I love her
and thanks boeta, for being cool with all this
Boeta 🏎
hey, i may be protective, but who am I to tell you who you can and can't date sissy
Sissy 🌊
🥺🥺 , houd van je 💙
Boeta 🏎
mhm, hou ook van jou 💙
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ynverstappen had some cake by the ocean with my papaya boy... p.s yes, the cake he bought me brought me to tears 🍰 🧡 🌊
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user BYE I'M GONNA GO CRY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE
user stop that cake is so cute 😭😭
oscarpiastri I'm just happy to call you mine, liefie :)
⤿ ynverstappen and I'm just as happy to be your liefie ❤
⤿ maxverstappen1 not the dutch- ya'll gonna make me puke.
⤿ kellypiquet max, stop bullying your sister and oscar and go clean the litter boxes dammit
⤿ ynverstappen oohhh, mother is mad now boet, better get to it then 😄
⤿ maxverstappen1 you're staying in my house.
⤿ ynverstappen says who ? I'm staying at oscar's – plus, you know how I love the aussie waves
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⤿ maxverstappen1 yn verstappen istg... girl gets a bf and thinks she's the shit.
⤿ kellypiquet MAX.
⤿ maxverstappen1 I'M GOING.
user can I make this comment section my roman empire ?
user I'm laughing and crying rn, this is too funny
#f1 imagine#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#oscar piastri#max verstappen#red bull racing#mclaren#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri fluff
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Heads up seven up
I got tagged by three people over the last few months but I’ll start with @skyland2703 thank you 😁😁
Post the last seven lines you’ve written and then tag seven more people. Let’s gooo~ it’s a power rangers and just dance crossover.
The Blue grimaced as Jack brokenly laughed, sitting up and falling back down with a higher pitched keening whine. “More or less” the Blue said. “It’s a little like…a sister to the Grid.” Which piqued Billy’s interest, but he figured he could ask about that once the young man on his floor was taken care of. It made sense, the grid was one step off from the internet, which had its own kingdoms and denizens. So this was…well. It made sense, though raised its own questions.
“Hey Jack can you stand up?” Minh asked, drawing Billy out of his thoughts. She pulled the red head to his feet, and while his swayed he managed to stay upright. Billy turned back to the ranger team.
“Why are you here?” Billy asked finally. “What’s going on?”
“My mother is evil and turned my friends evil.” Jack cut in, simple and matter of fact. “And then when I tried to go help them she put me in her prison because I continued resisting her influence.” Billy flinched as Minh’s face went from confused to horrified at the implication. “They helped break me out.”
“Oh we didn’t do too much” said the pink with a modest little laugh. “The performers who escaped before gave us the blueprints, and there was still some damage from when they blew the prison up. Wes visited us a few years back, but we couldn’t use the dimension thing he gave us.”
“We had to get Cygnus to mess with it.” Said the red, sourly. “The only inventor who can fix something ranger related to be on our frequency and it’s-”
“I’m going to be sick” Jack groaned, and Minh grabbed the room’s wastebasket to hand it to him. Billy rubbed his face as the young man proceeded to be sick.
“Did you bring him here to be safe and regain his strength to try to take on his mother and friends again…later?” He asked. The four nodded. “We can’t use Flow in the real world. Not unless we’re morphed. Even if his friends came here, only Wanderlust could even do anything.” Said the Blue. “Being a demigod.” Billy nodded slowly. Now things were making more sense.
“I can make sure your morphers work out here, if you’d let me tinker with them while you’re all here.” He offered. “This is fascinating, and I’m always willing to help a fellow ranger in need.” The four looked at each other before nodding.
“We can spare a few days, and then we’re going to leave. We need to make sure to lead the Just Dancers far away from Jack’s area.”
“How’s he going to get back in, then?”
“Cygnus made me a copy of the tech” Jack croaked. “So unless I’m dragged back in, I’ll use that. It’s only got one use, unfortunately.”
Billy nodded slowly, sighing through his nose. Looking at him, he didn’t look good. Exhausted, the pale skin making every single bruise and scrape stand out. The prison break probably hadn’t happened too long before they’d showed up. Jack looked pushed to his limit, frayed around the edges. Bedraggled, tired, afraid.
“Minh, can you show Jack the guest bedroom?” Billy asked finally. “I need to call Zack.” He looked over at the four rangers who’d rescued the kid and sighed again. “And set up the living room for you four.”
“We can help!” The pink chirped. “Just give us pillows and blankets, we’ll go from there.” Billy hesitated. She smiled at him. “Yes we sleep, it’s fine. The game is just a connection point to the danciverses. We can sleep, eat, get hurt. We don’t want to be more of a problem than we already made ourselves.” Billy nodded numbly as he stared are the four.
“I take it you’ve left your uh. Danciverse. Before?”
A long hesitation. “We…think so?” Said the fellow Blue hesitantly. “Kind of hard to remember the details. We remember uh. Leaving. And then waking up in our rooms. So you know, we kind of assume we got memory beamed.”
Billy nodded. “If you remember what team you got pulled out by to help, I’ll call them.” He gestured. “Did the grid send you here? After all none of you seem even mildly surprised or confused as to whether or not you’re in the house of fellow rangers?”
The red grinned, cock sure and chest puffed. “Yea. We trusted the Grid and we got led here.” He deflated a little. “Sorry if we scared you, things are dire.”
And I tag; @ajgrey9647 @augment-techs @shepardsherd @regaliasonata @thebejeweledwatercat and anyone else who’d find it fun and want to :)
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I couldn’t watch the q!Bad lore stream live today and don’t feel like putting a bunch of vodblogs in the main tag, so I’m gonna try something new and put it all in one massive post
so if you missed seeing me on the dash and wanna read about me maybe losing my mind (depending on what happens as I watch) here ya go :D
WAIT WHAT??? Q!BAD IN LIMBO DEATH LIMINAL SPACE AGAIN AT THE START OF STREAM?????
MY GUY THERE IS SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU‼️‼️‼️
oh there’s a second him that’s so trippy. he doesn’t recognize himself again, they’re walking together.
THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD?!?!?!? now they are digging in the sand??
ah so the corpse of… also himself is still at the deserted village, but its decomposed into a skeleton now. interesting DONT DRINK THE POISONED WATER NOT AGAIN ok good phew. good confirmation this is not a loop, there is new stuff happening that didn’t last time
dude this is so awesome he is cooking so hard. I’m gonna rewatch this whole part again later, I really love surreal stuff like this
nevermind it might actually be a loop? we went back right to where we were at the start. why does he keep sitting outside of the temple, and doesn’t go inside?
TOP FUNNEL 🕺🕺🕺
and we’re back. he can’t remember how to use the warp stone again :( the memory book is not in his hotbar uh oh.
Hi Ben o/
he doesn’t know the eggxhibition… you built this man, I’m gonna cry. NOOO HE DOESNT KNOW BOBBY IS DEAD AGAINNNNN
POMME. “MY DAUGHTER” WAAAAAHHH
“too early to put this up” <- referring to the día de los muertos decor. dude what time and day are you in
he found the egg hospital!!! oh no now he’s looking around erratically. I think he’s panicking :(((( and once again picked some flowers to self-soothe :((( god the flowers are so special to him, they seem to be like his main grounding thing. q!forever doesn’t even know the impact he made
he’s home!!!
dark matter by the vulture lab door uh? a knight armor guy sweeping??? is that a ghost??? what just happened?
oh god the vulture lab
IT WAS A GHOST THE ARMOR IS THERE AND THE BROOM IS IN THE CHEST. possessed armor that’s fun! :D
DAPPERRRRRRRRRR DAPPER MY BABY IS AWAKE AND ALIVE
dapper looks so horrible omg also her name is lowercased?
vacation. sure
“I didn’t get to keep it (the eye guy) as a pet.” yeah that’s definitely dapper.
also he doesn’t want to wear armor like the new eggs that’s weird
T E A. and q!bad’s memory is still fudged.
dapper your dad is very sick….
he remembers its been 2 months dapper has been gone! :0 DAPPER WAS NOT IN PURGATORY THE WHOLE TIME??? JUST A FEW DAYS???? EXPLAIN WHY NOW
q!bad keeps forgetting what they’re doing, and then goes off and does something else….. I don’t know if dapper fully realizes what’s going on, maybe she’s just too tired themselves to pay close attention to her dad?
“Since when did we have a farm?” Buddy.
PHILZA IS SOOOOO HAPPY TO SEE DAPPER LETS GOOO
“we hid him (dapper) underground, we weren’t sure if the island was safe” We? you and…? cucurucho?
DAPPER GOT YEETED INTO THE BOAT AHAHAHA
oh they really did get launched by the nuke and hit the boat I knew it. also I see you…. zooming into the back wound when phil said “you made it in one piece”
PRIVILEGED LOBSTER IS BACK REJOICE
chayanne was who led the eggs to leave? huh. chayanne you’ve got some explaining to do
not them talking about the eye guy’s snatched waist 💀💀💀💀 tbh they did slay
philza wants to beat up the eye guy and elquackity I support him so much
dapper hitting his dad off the top of the wall we’re so back!!!
ETOILES SEEING DAPPER and then fell off the wall LMAOOO
q!bad forgot that he forgot his memory
(I am so engrossed in the conversations I am forgetting to write things here lol)
“can we teach etoiles to cope” (with losing to the code) then they make him break a sign with 1s and 0s on it and he logs LMAO
q!bad just mentally zoned out and stared once again at flowers….. oh. the coughing :(
pomme was the leader when the eggs went surviving in the wilderness :3 that’s my girl!!!!!!
everyone just bouncing on the trampoline and chit-chatting is so sweet, I missed this <3
dapper is so based all the time
roier seeing dapper again awwwww
ough I really really missed dapper’s out of pocket jokes :(((
“I’ll get cleaned up for tomorrow, I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!” *hits F5* “I need pomme and the rest of the eggs to wake up, and I’ll probably feel right as rain…” haha stop it q!bad I don’t like this!!!!! 😃
he just said he didnt know a church was built here. now they’re at the graveyard talking about how he saw the dead eggs at día de los muertos </3 sobs sobs
Q!MAX T-T I miss you king o7
“learning how to raise the dead might come in handy” “we will worry about that later” ??? Please Stop That!
CODEBREAKERS JUMPSCARE
“I kinda won in this whole situation!” (the eggs being back) Sure bud. You aren’t dying or anything. You definitely have not entered limbo twice.
DAPPER PUTTING FLOWERS BY EACH EGG IN THE HOSPITAL. THE CROWN BY CHAYANNE GAHHHH AUGHHH GGUGHHG 💥💥💥
honey for smelly richas :3
q!bad saying dapper will like bagi and that she’s a really good friend, and will be his aunt. cries and punches a hole into the wall
More Coughing 👁️ dapper please help your father he needs serious medical attention.
BAD FORGOT ABOUT THE GHOSTIES THIS WHOLE TIME. BUT WE ARE FREE ONCE MORE!!
quit saying things are going to be okay I know you are jinxing something and it’s scary. there is a giant hole in your head and your back is turning green.
they’re going to see the prison and courtroom!!
WHAT DID HE JUST SAY
“forever for the crime of looking too handsome I sentence you to 10 years in prison!” UNPROMPTED? I know what you are 🏳️🌈‼️
I CANT DO THIS
FINALLY THE BIRTHDAY PARTY CELEBRATION FOR DAPPER. so many nights. so many nights where we’d watch him sit awake, crying at that table. waiting, waiting for something that would never come. but now it’s here. I’m in anguish
“once the eggs wake up we’ll have a big birthday party! a big ol birthday party. yep. a party.” why did you say that with such a weird tone sir?
DAPPER BURYING THEMSELVES WHEN HE FOUND OUT ALL THE MACHINES BROKE KKKKKKK
he reintroduced skeppy to dapper…
he is explaining the great furniture stealing to dapper. who was there when it happened and already knows. “my memory hasn’t been very good lately, I think.” Yeah You Think? I wonder q!bad forgot he’s the one who stole it all?
DAPPER IS BACK TIME
the child is locked outside
PFFT HES CHAINSAWING THE DOOR <3333 AND HAS AN ELEPHANT
yes dapper be salty at your dad for accidentally locking you out
REAL DAPPER TIME!!!!!!!
the sunshine recording omg. he played it for company the entire time they were alone… AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHH HGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHHHGHGHGHGGHHGHFHFHGGFHFGHHHGHHBSBENFMFKS
dapper doesn’t know why q!bad is blue 😀 he doesn’t know…….. haha head in hands
they are going to visit Niki :3
OHHH HER REACTION TO DAPPER <333 she’s such a sweetheart. have I ever said how much I love niki? she was so great in purgatory, and earlier today I got to watch her meet empanada and bond over baking and sweets <3
nice look at the head wound from the inside
q!bad’s been so insistent on dapper going to the eye doctor, I have heard him say this so much over the last several days. even in his memory lapses he remembers it. Why? mr. colorblind YOU need to go to the eye doctor. go hospital.
yeah the alien ships from the map do look like eyes don’t they
based niki her favorite animal is elephants :3 SHUT UP Q!BAD YOU DEMON don’t eat the elephants
the hungriest little guy on the island strikes again
I’m just chilling listening rn, bad dapper and niki are so late night podcast vibes
perry the schnabeltier
TREASURE PLANET >>>>
in the dark of the night is kind of a q!bad song ngl
let’s go a washing machine in dapper’s lab :D oh that was a weird pause in the middle of your sentence bad :D
dapper is running on the ceiling!! they are so talented!
OH MY GOD.
SUNSHINE
bawling my eyes out hold on
the 3 months where q!bad has been so depressed and suffering just went flashing through my mind. every time he had sang the song in a teary broken voice, with nobody across from him listening. in the graveyard as a rainstorm raged above. but now his sunshine is back… hit me like a truck
they are gonna sleep hugging together tonight :’3
“I know it seems I’ve been out of character (since the beginning of the stream) but trust me, I haven’t. I’ve been in character this whole time…”
“Goodbye, see you tomorrow ….I’m sure everything is going to be just fine. :)”
I’m scared
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well I guess this is the end of my vodblogging lore post!!! I hope it was fun to read jfjdjshdh it was just the thoughts I Would have posted if I was liveblogging. my eyes are still watery :’)
see you all tomorrow for whatever horrors await
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The Descend and the Resurface
Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC
Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.
Masterlist 🖤
Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Damian Hart, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Gan Gan Galaxy, Zeo Abyss, Jack, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.
A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter goes along with the canon storyline, so watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 95 if you like, it’s available on youtube! Enjoy! :D
Chapter 18
“Blow these flames away! Do it now!” Gingka pleaded to his Pegasus
Damian chuckled, amused by the wind: “A waste of time.” describing in a single sentence the several effort-cancelling blows Kerbecs was delivering to Pegasus.
Damian and Gingka then had a brief conversation about the Bey spirit that calls out to the Blader, versus the Bey being created for the Blader, as was Damian’s case. Although amused by what Gingka was saying, Damian’s flames were soon extinguished by Gingka’s special move, resuming the battle that was perhaps on the brink of being over a few moments earlier. ‘It didn’t matter though, of course a guy like Gingka couldn’t be defeated by Hades Drive alone’ I thought to myself.
“Here we gooo!” Gingka went all out on a full-frontal attack towards Kerbecs, but when I glanced at Damian, he was completely unbothered:
“That’s so cute!” He scoffed mockingly, as Kerbecs literally threw Pegasus up into the sky at impact:
“You should’ve let yourself fall quietly to sleep at the enterance to Hades!” Damian commanded everyone’s attention as his golden aura gleamed around him. In a demonic, chorus voice, he called his special move:
“Rise, Gate to Hades!”
‘Yes’ I thought to myself: ‘Gingka you’re a nice guy but this is the end of the line for you’ I thought to myself. The tall black marble gate rose from the ground. For the first time ever I was seeing the back of the Hades gate from where I was sitting, and it was just as decorated as the front, but with some meaningful inscriptions on it:
“Vincancai…” I strained my eyes to read the incription better: “…vincanti… brutatis…” some of the words were truly illegible, so I skipped over them: “icarcerati… Oh my God” I gasped to myself. The words were all in Latin, and they meant: “I won”, “victorious”, “brutal”, and “incarcerated”. The gate swung open, and the darkness sent out chains that grabbed Pegasus, dragging him into the empty, hopeless abyss. Because Hades Gate transports the Bladers into the Underworld of demise, the audience was under a sort of trance: I don’t remember anything that happened until Hades Gate burst open again, with Gingka’s Bey flying out. After a brief recovery, I saw the Beys clashing in the middle of the stadium surrounded by bolts of blue lightening whin then turned into a huge, overwhelming burst of blue power right out of the ground and into the sky - the bolts dancing across the stadium and damaging every surface they touched.
The Japanese presenter gasped: “Woah man! What goes on down there?”, followed by his American colleague: “Who has the upper hand now, huh?”
After a huge explosion that released a lot of dust and smoke into the air, the arena was silent as a graveyard. My eyes started to water from the dust, but I didn’t close them because I wanted to see if Kerbecs was still spinning. As the grey clouds dissolved, both Kerbecs and Pegasus were still spinning. Damian looked absolutely furious and outraged:
“C’mon Damian” I mumbled to myself, with a fresh stream of tears rolling down my cheek from my left, twitching eye, irritated by particles in the air: “You can do it”
Damian expressed his outrage: “How could my Hades Gate possibly have been broken open?!”
Gingka was bent in his back from the effort, or injuries, of breaking out of Hades: “Heh, now you’re finally starting to look like a Blader!”
Damian gasped with shock at what Gingka had just said, but built up his power to match Gingka’s all the same as they both engaged in the final, fatal, and deciding blow. The Beys rushed into a collision with a speed and blaze unlike anything I’d ever seen before - comparable even to Ryuga according to what I’d seen earlier - with both Gingka and Damian screaming their souls out in the final stretch to victory.
Pegasus was sent flying: “YES!” I stood up with my fists clenched, but then Gingka revealed this was actually a preparation for his special move:
“NOT HAPPENING!” Damian screamed, calling Hades Gate to open again. The collision between the two was epic, shaking the entire stadium as if an earthquake appeared. Then, the impossible happened: Pegasus pushed Cerberous right down into the desolation from which he came from, and pushed the gate into the ground which made the entire stadium start to crack and fall apart. This time around, I hid under my seat because of the cement blocks that fell from the top. As the smoke cleared, I stood up immediately to see if Kerbecs survived the fall:
“Oh no…” I gasped, gazing at Kerbecs’ stillness in the rubble of the arena.
“The winner is Pegasus! The winner of the Beyblade World Championship is team Gan Gan Galaxy!” The presenter announced with glee, as the stadium roared in cheers.
“Shit…” I uttered, looking at Damian who stood there in disbelief, before fainting and collapsing onto the stadium floor
“Damian!!” I gasped, grabbing my bag and running for the backstage door again, but the crowd slowed me down: “Let me go! It’s an emergency!” I kept yelling to people, but I could not move any faster than one person at a time: apparently and conveniently, everyone was in a rush to leave at the same exact time. By the time I pushed through and rushed into the backstage hallway, Damian was already being carried on a stretcher in the direction of the helicopter, with a passed out Jack with an IV on a stretcher behind him, and an awake Zeo on another one behind them:
“Camila!” Zeo waved at me, but I rushed to walk next to Damian: “Damian? Damian? Is he okay?” I asked the paramedic, but got a snobby brush-off from Ziggurat instead, who had somehow appeared right behind me: “Thank you for your concern, Camila, he’s just exhausted.”
I looked at him over my shoulder, almost tripping over my own foot, before realising he wanted to walk in front of me to lead the way. His tall stature made him a faster walker than me anyway, so I just slid to the back to join Zeo’s side. We walked into the helicopter with which we came, and soon took off into the sky. During the ride, I kept close to Damian’s side, caressing his hand which was cold, despite the fingerless gloves. As we landed on top of Hades Inc. I saw dr. Carlisle and a whole medical team was already waiting for us:
“They’re still uncoscious…” Ziggurat told Carlisle as he stepped out of the aircraft first, and then standing aside so the paramedics could bring out the boys. As I was coming out myself, I heard Ziggurat say to Carlisle: “Tend immediately to who ever wakes up first. Sedate them for tonight, they’ll need their full strength tomorrow.”
Carlisle objected: “Sedatives? But I’ve already given them-“
“Do as you are told, Vincent” Ziggurat cut him off coldly, adding before walking away: “I need to complete Toby’s Arrangement for the demonstration tomorrow and I don’t want any disturbances.”
“Toby?” I uttered to myself; could it be the Toby Zeo was talking about? Impossible. The Toby Zeo told me about was gravely ill and stuck in a hospital in the city centre, there is no way he could be here right now. Discarting the thought completely, I rushed behind the medical staff to catch up with them:
“Miss, you can’t follow us into the medical wing.” One of the doctors stopped me before joining them in the elevator:
“But-“ I tried to object, but the elevator door shut in my face. Suddenly, I was all alone. Or so I thought:
Carlisle walked up from behind me, calling for another elevator: “long day, huh?”
I sighed: “I’m worried about them.”
“I understand, I feel the same.” He nodded: “Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course” I looked at him
“I won’t sedate them.” He whispered: “They’ve been through too much medication in the last few days, their bodies just need to rest.”
I smiled at him: “you’re a kind man, dr. Carlisle. Much kinder than him.” I referred to Ziggurat with that last stab. Carlisle remained silent as we walked into the elevator and pressed our desired floors.
“He told me.” Carlisle said quietly after the doors closed, with a gentle smile pointed my way: “Indirectly.”
I looked at him with a terrified and embarrassed expression, unsure of what amount of detail has been provided - given he was talking about what I think he was talking about.
“He will be awake in a few hours” he checked his wristwatch to calculate when approximately, uttering something from under his breath: “Yes, in about half an hour they’ll transport him to his own room to sleep, which is when I’m supposed to come and administer the sedatives, and I can let you in. He should wake up around 6 or 7PM.”
My face relaxed into a smile: “thank you, doctor.”
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A/N: Fun fact, the Latin words Camila reads off of Hades Gate are actually the lyrics within Damian’s theme song! It’s a detail not many fans notice, so I wanted to share it :)
Please let me know how you like the story so far, it means a lot to me!
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you got some uhhhhhhhh ssau concept arts?
GHFLGJHDSFGLJH UH UM WELL a good amount of it is at home where i am not but i will be this weekend!!! and im sure so much is lost in old notebooks n papers n shit too... i was not good at committing stuff to a model sheet or anything similar. im still not!
case in point: this mess from this morning
(the first time i put this in the post there was a gigantic spoiler right below her feet lmfao)
im still kinda figuring out what i want but i wanna lean into like... a round gothic ouji cowboy look for lucid which is a wonderful phrase! u can sorta see it in that doodle to the side but i decided to opt for suspenders instead of a vest, it feels better. the huge sleeves are part of the button up though. whether they stay open n flare out or i go for the poofy look im considering is up in the air lol. the cowboy hat isnt though that stays
(also on the side, eun posing. hes so shapes)
the ages/timeline are all kinda mixed around (cuz like wm and freud are here but so is the resistance & neinheart and all. dw abt it) and i wanna make lucid younger than i had her in the first iteration of ssau. so maybe a little older than she was in her lachelein flashbacks, so like...... [the elven equivalent of] 14? they might be like half elves and age like humans til theyre adults but can you fucking imagine being a preteen for 30 goddamn years omg
u can see tentative shape notes on the side, also i did in fact forget that magnus exists and that i should include him somehow. hhhhh
as for older concept art... theres more than i thought!!
i realized a lot of it was in ipad doodles along with old computer files, which for a second i thought i deleted but i DIDNT theyre SAFE
p sure i posted this. the one on the left was basically his design concept tho lmfao... i dont think there was anything in particular i was going for aside from edgy and some black wings elements, and it never really strayed from that
not really anything to write home about (aside from mercs design looking NOTHING like that by the end omg) but look at that fucking tapestry
i also posted top left (i still think it looks kinda alright!!) im not sure what i was doing w the thing covering his whole arm but. hey
me too aran. me too. and a very brief glimpse at who i think is merc? my full design for her n aran are at home but there she is. i remember liking how they turned out, arans story has changed DRAMATICALLY but i can prolly keep a lot of elements lmao.. not too sure whats happening w her hair here though
i think this was actually her first iteration though. i took a lot of elements from the time guardians from tot (which i think was very smart and cool of me)... i used to do a lot of designs like this. how i actually remembered anything like this? answer: i didnt
fairly sure this is what i sent someone as a ref sheet for a commission. which is def serviceable but like lmfao. i honestly dont think ill change much aside from the headband and making the collar more distinctive? maybe make the shirt itself a lil more interesting, but honestly keeping it kinda plain may be best practice
theres other doodles but i wouldnt really call them concept art...or theyre otherwise spoilery. when i get home n can take pics of the other art i can find ill post em!!
im... honestly still really surprised and happy that ppl are still interested in ssau, it does mean a lot. ive had this au for, what, 6 years? ive always wanted to do this justice and i think now im really able to
#listening to lagtrain on repeat#its a good song!!#and yes there is an ingo doodle on the top with the worlds jankiest hand dw abt it#ssau#i can break this tag out again lets gooo
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Series: Flora
Finale
masterlist link in blog description
After spending more than a decade establishing a career as an acclaimed actress, you decide to go on a sudden hiatus while also discreetly moving to a new townhome, renting out the second room to your old friend from high school: Kim Taehyung
Pairing(s):
Kim Taehyung x Y/N
ft. Lim Jaebeom x Y/N
disclaimer: any character depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respective idol in real life.
Series warning(s)/genre(s): Social media/Fake Text AU, Roommates au, somewhat Slow Burn relationship (or is it more oblivious to lovers ?), Actress!Y/N, Flower shop owner and model!Taehyung, fluff, drama(bc it’s me), romance, angst (updated as needed)
If you enjoyed, PLEASE let me know!! Thank you so much for reading the entirety of this story! I really enjoyed making it! I’ll see you in the next story!
Tag(s): @atulipandarosee @jaienn @lemonteacyst @swanboysuga @kennedaddy00 @cribabieee @betysotelo18 @sherizaraiyah
Below the cut are some fun facts about the story!
Do people read these haha idk but anyways here we gooo
The name “Flora” is a noun that refers to all of the plant life of a particular place. I used the name because, like plants (in particular, flowers) face various adversity to bloom, so do the characters of this story! It also adds an element of care, because certainly flowers can bloom on their own, but they can also reach new, greater heights when given assistance along the way. And lastly, “flora” refers to many different plants rather than just one, and Y/N begins the story on her own, but learns to learn others in as she takes control of her life!
Originally, Taehyung wasn’t going to be a florist; he was going to be a member of BTS and would have met Y/N when he co-starred in a movie with her!
I don’t personally think Rose is much of an antagonist, so much as a misguided friend. She really did think what she was doing was for Y/N’s own good, but of course learned that to not be the case.
If you had to ask me, I think Y/N caught feelings before Taehyung did, but did a lot more to push them away and ignore them. I would say around the time she went out with Rose and Jueun was when she’d already started crushing on him.
Taehyung, Jeongguk, Jimin, and Y/N had all attended the same performing arts high school. Jimin and Yoongi met when they were in the same company, Namjoon knew Taehyung from when he was still trying to be an actor, Jeongguk met Seokjin in college, and Hoseok and Seokjin went to high school together. And that’s sort of how they all knew each other somehow LOL.
Y/N had a crush on Taehyung in high school! I hinted at that, but never got too deep into it haha, maybe I’ll write a blurb featuring the concept in the future.
Instead of Y/N’s CEO being such a negative character, I also contemplated having her parents be antagonistic. I mean, she did work in the acting industry since she was around 12 so it would make sense they had something to do with the plot, but I decided against it because it would’ve further complicated the plot to bring in a familial dynamic issue as well.
I thought about making Jueun much more manipulative, like succeeding in befriending Y/N, driving her to kick Taehyung out, making her and Taehyung date for a bit, but I just,,,,, it made it too much lol. Like, she had her ulterior motive against Y/N, but all of the extra stuff just made her too malicious for what I wanted the story to be, and I think how it is now is more realistic anyways.
Speaking of Jueun, her manager sucks doesn’t he lol. I made him like that because I didn’t even her situation to be free of the struggles that Y/N has to go through. In a lot of ways many of the celebrities (Y/N, Jueun, Rose, and Namjoon) all showed a lot of different ways that they’re inhibited from acting as they like, because to some extent they’re all just cogs in a machine. Sort of dreary isn’t it LOL
I imagine that Y/N returns to acting years later, maybe about four.
By that time, I figure she and Taehyung would be married haha
Taehyung didn’t do much on social media compared to past guys from my other stories; it’s because using it, especially after all hell broke loose, really made him nervous. This au’s Taehyung isn’t fond of fame to any degree.
Originally, I was going to use Jinyoung as the secondary male lead, but I switched it to Jaebeom because I wanted to drive one of my friends crazy lol
In her break from celebrity life, Y/N works at the flower shop with Taehyung, but also eventually gets into helping direct/produce productions for kids/teens at a local community theater; I intend to write a piece about that eventually!
I also have this xxx thing that I’d like to write at the flower shop but LOL ANYWAYS
Thank you so much for reading! I greatly appreciate feedback and comments if you enjoyed, because it really gives me a lot of inspiration and motivation to continue writing. Even small comments, anonymous comments, any comments at all mean SO much. Thank you again! See you soon!
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narcos: dating them would include: gustavo gaviria hc
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Tags: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak
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Warnings: NSFW!
ok, when I think of gustavo being in a relationship i can imagine it being full of pure bliss,
your relationship would make both of your hearts full for one another even when you’re not even looking at each other-
gustavo would need someone who is always on his side but also the complete opposite of his anxious ass,,
wow you would basically be the cushion he can fall back on at the end of the day without criticism from anyone. you would be his home :)
like whenever you see him scribbling all these numbers down in his little notepad for pablo, tirelessly working his mind off,,
you would be the one to pull him away, from his constant state of stress and help him breathe,,
“espérame otros 5 minutos bebé, ya casi acabo”
“gustavo, eso dijiste hace 2 horas, no va a pasar nada con tomarte un descanso, vamos” as your giving him like a shoulder rub, already seeing him relaxing in your touch,,,
god, gustavo is an affection whore,,i know he loves it when you run your hands through his hair, give him kisses, or even hugging him,,, just always touching him, your mere presence calms him and clears his mind,,
i feel like gustavo wouldnt be into taking you out to fancy dates, or clubs, he gives me more of, i’ll take you out to lunch instead, vibe,, c a s u a l
he’s not into publicity or showing you off in front of others that aren’t apart of the family-
but he wouldnt mind you holding his hand or giving him a quick kiss in front of others,, he actually likes that kind of stuff when you’re loving up on him,,
he would also be someone who likes to hold you from behind with his arms across your chest, holding you close to him,, where he might rock the both of you back and forth-
ok, but literally the cutest shit is when you come up to him after he spends all day at pablo’s house, just taking his hat off when you’re in front of him and giving him a sweet kiss,,
the little laugh he’ll give when you do that as he wraps one of his arms around you…
you would probably spend a lot of your time at pablo’s house with gustavo anyways because he would prefer to keep you nearby and not at home waiting for him-
omg, but also being best friends with tata would be a bonus,, just having an attached to the hip type of relationship with her-
, the two of you spilling chisme about pablo and gustavo when youre together,,,
just the perfect girl time with her-
ok listen, you would also be the favorite tia with pablo’s kids,,
just thinking about how you would always be down to play fútbol with juan pablo, or do whatever manuela’s heart desires from you,,
just being that tia that secretly gives them candies before dinner and doing water gun fights with them?? Please omg
like the idea that you would be chasing them around the hacienda, full on laughing until you’re soaked from head to toe,,
there also might of been multiple times when the 3 of you teamed up and snuck up on tio gustavo who was taking a smoke break-
ugh, pablo would be laughing at the sight of gustavo swearing and chasing after the 3 of you-
wow ok also the thought of gustavo just watching you do all these things for those kids, how you never turn down any of their requests, would have him admiring you even more if it’s possible, his mujer
now is he going to have baby fever after he sees you do literally anything for that pair of kids? Maybe :))
god ok the longing look he would give you when he sees you walking into the room,,,
even tho youre not even looking in his direction because you would be talking with tata or something,
but gustavo would forget whatever tf he was talking to with pablo about and just stare at you, the smallest smile showing- omg
Pablo would endlessly tease gustavo for being soft with you even though he adores your relationship and you even more for keeping his cousin happy-
dragging him along to the family events for him to enjoy too, the amused look he would have as he watches you tug him forward to listen to pablo’s speech in front of everyone,,
i- he just gives me the feeling that he would put up with a lot your things just to see the excitement in your eyes-
like deep down he really loves it when you force him to do things,,
can you imagine having late night conversations with him, out on the bench by the pool, where you would be cuddled into his side,
just sitting there for hours with the soft fucking looks you would give each other, talking about everything,,
him singing the songs that would come on the radio to you, omg hold on
and most of the times, pablo and tata would come join you guys
probably listening to the dumb things they used to do as kids, just, sharing laughs and stories until it gets so late, you’re falling asleep against gustavos chest,,,
fuck, ok but pablo telling gustavo when he sees that you fell asleep-
“no vayas a dejar ir a esa mujer, marica”
just- the way he would look down at you, peacefully sleeping, giving you a soft kiss on top of your head
the feel of the ring that sits inside of his pocket has him chuckling back at pablo,, and imagining how pretty it would look on your hand instead, Im not ok im sorry
NSFW:
ok here we gooo,,
so first off I have this picture in mind where he would be doing his financial things for the cartel out in this outdoor lawn table,-
just looking over the papers in front of him, writing down numbers with like a cigarette in between his lips,
as he just lets himself fall back into his chair, looking down at where you are, on your knees in front of him,,
moving your hair out of your face so he can see you better as you blow him-
just,,, the low groans he’ll let out when he sees you take all of him into your mouth-
“hijo de puta”-
running his hands over his face when he lets his head fall back, trying not to just fucking thrust into your mouth because he wants to see you gag so badly, but he holds himself back,,
he’ll be gripping the arm rest so hard it might break when he looks down again and sees the drool dripping from your lips as you bob you head -ok
so i see gustavo being someone who likes to take his time with you when he has time- a slowburn tempo
just kissing every part of your exposed skin each time he takes something new off of you, caressing wherever he can touch you-
he would know what spots would get you to respond to him quicker and what would have you gripping him harder-
wanting to see you slowly fall apart,,,
i feel like he would love to focus so much of his attention to your chest,especially when your on top of him,,
because I know gustavo likes being topped ok,,
just leaving as many marks as he can there- kissing and kneading you’re breasts as he watches you cave your head back,,
he would move his hands to your ass where he’ll encourage you to move your body to grind down on him, smiling against you when he hears you sigh his name out as you place your hands against his chest and move along with his movements,,
god, the way his hands would move to wander all over your back when you reach between the two of you to grasp his cock and slowly sink down onto him, your hands moving to grip his hair as an anchor,,
he would let you adjust to him for as long as you need as he kisses your neck, letting you take the reins and control the speed whenever youre on top-
he’ll just watch you closely, loving the way you dig your nails into his shoulders as you try so hard to reach your high, once you start bouncing on him,,
wow, the way how he only needs to thrust just once up into you to see you lose your momentum,
moving his hands up and down your legs when you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself, -
probably teases you for getting distracted so easily,-
“sigue, pensé que vos quería esto”,- ok
the slow sex,omg
like i can imagine youre on your back with him on top of you, the both of you having your chests touching, nothing being able to get between the two of you,
your face right in front of his as he brings his hand to rest on your chest, slowly but harshly thrusting into you with your legs wrapped around his hips,,
god, his thrusts would have your body moving up on the bed, to the point where you have to put your hand against the headboard to stop yourself from hitting it-
he’ll just be whispering to you how beautiful you look taking him in as he leaves marks on the underside of your jaw,,
his thrusts gradually picking up speed as he moves to kiss your lips, muffling your moans,, as one of your hands come to tug on his hair-
his own hand would come up and hold the back of your neck when he feels you close to your orgasm, just wanting to see the way you roll your eyes back-
*and cuddling afterwards would be his shit,,
nothing makes his heart warm than having you laying on his chest, mindlessly drawing patterns
your legs tangled with his as he holds you close, the smell of his fresh cigarette filling the room, both of your breaths slowly coming back as the two of you smile into each other,, -
god, and he would also be the mf to call you, when you’re not with him, to be ready for him when he gets home after a long day,,
“ahorita llego en 15 minutos, te quiero en la cama esperándome”
wanting nothing than to relieve his stress by seeing you under him, moaning his name-
fuck,, just needing to feel you clench around him again while you move your hips up into him, your hair becoming a mess from his hold on it- wow
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. ∘ ∗ : 🐝 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 …
JANHVI KAPOOR, CIS WOMAN, TWENTY-FIVE, SHE / HER ⟨ ✽ ⟩ hey, you haven’t bumped into kareena puri lately, have you? they have been living here for the past two years and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as charismatic & creative. a little birdie told me they can be quite stubborn & opinionated though. explains why they’re an online fashion brand owner and designer . they really remind me of morning beach walks, sketchbooks filled with new designs, the sound of a sewing machine running. if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around port briar lighthouse.
hi again, it’s tally ! this is my second baby kareena !! she’s very new to me and it’s pretty exciting bc i tend to just recycle characters kjhfgkj again, if you’d like to plot, please reach out to me on dms, or you can like this and i’ll reach out. you can also talk to me on discord if you’d prefer that. ( gowon face insurance company#8416 ) also pls excuse how messy this is, i havent written a proper full intro in a while.
. ∘ ∗ : 🐝 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 …
kareena puri
march 30th, 1996 - 25 yrs old ; aries
cis woman, she/her, bisexual (closeted to her family, not so much to anyone else)
born in mumbai, india. raised in seattle, washington.
currently residing in port briar, maine
pinterest board: here
TW / CW: none, other than a controlling family, which idk if it even should be tagged but yuh
kareena knew it, she was lucky compared to others. she had it better than some of her peers, and she recognized that privilege. but if she could trade her family life for a “normal” one, she would in the quick snap of a finger.
kareena’s family was pretty much old money. she came from a long line of doctors in almost every medical field, and they own so many private hospitals and clinics in many countries. if you happen to hear the Puri family name, you probably would associate it with these things: a big hospital that you probably drove by with your car or a surgeon that your doctor wanted to refer you to.
every child in the family was expected to go to med school. it was the only way to keep the family legacy and pride going. of course, the more new generations came in the family, the more there were those who decided to take different fields of work instead. and of course, the eldest members in the family would always voice their disappointment in them, and would always make sure to remind them that they’re a disgrace no matter how successful they are in whatever field they went into.
kareena didn’t know what she was doing at the young age of sixteen. her parents would boast about how she would be a successful doctor when she grows up, just like her older siblings, and how her younger siblings would be the same as well. all kareena did was nod and smile. she didn’t want this.
the thing is, she was a naturally great student with really good grades, and yet her parents would be disappointed if she got a B+ or even an A- on a subject every once in a while. she didn’t get it. she thought she was doing her best. although the complaining about her report cards was getting a bit too much coming from her mother, and that’s when kareena really started to not give a fuck. yes, she still got good grades for her own sake, but she started to do whatever she wanted. she hung out with kids her parents would call a bad influence, and started to skip some school days or go to parties on the weekends. it was fun and liberating to her.
once her senior year was over and kareena was graduated with a high school diploma, her family was back at it again, trying to get her to apply to all the notable medical schools out there. she had protested about it, and family fights ensued, and with some threats, kareena was forced into applying. next school year, she was in another city, studying to be a surgeon, and her mind wasn’t into it at all. she only lasted one year before she decided to drop out and transfer to FIDM, a fashion school in L.A, instead.
kareena has always been into fashion. the way she dressed would tell you so. how she was always on the latest fashion, and how she would have so many sketchbooks and scrapbooks of fashion related things. she loved making her own clothes at home with her sewing machine. her mother would tell her that it’s a nice hobby, but she never guessed that her daughter would want to pursue it as a career. the color drained out of her face when she saw what kareena had done. she was angry and disappointed, and mostly worried about what the rest of the family would say, more than she cared about her daughter’s wants and needs. kareena, however, didn’t care. she was happy. she moved out to be closer to campus, and soon enough after graduation, she left everything behind and decided to go somewhere quieter: port briar, maine. this was completely different from everything she was used to, it was so quiet and small, but she loved it. she finally feels at peace with herself.
now, kareena is a successful fashion designer. she started an online business, and it has been booming, with fashion influencers promoting her work. she was hoping that someday she would get to do bigger things, like making custom items for celebrities and being featured in fashion magazines and fashion weeks. she could only wish and work towards that for now.
and even with all of that, even when kareena had picked herself up from the ground on her own and built her own business, her family still didn’t approve. they still pretended to care about her, but would make sure to remind her of how disappointed they are in her and the path she’d taken. they would sit and wonder what it would’ve been like if she continued to go to med school, and how successful she could’ve been. and all kareena would do in response is smile and say that she’s successful anyway, but at least now she’s doing something she actually loves.
. ∘ ∗ : 🐝 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 …
born in mumbai, india. moved to seattle, washington when she was still a baby, and was raised there for the rest of her life, all while still visiting family back home.
kareena is the middle child of 5 siblings. two older brothers and two younger sisters
she is bisexual, and she’s pretty open about it. except to her family. shes not out to them
she believes in working hard, but she also believes that everyone deserves to have fun and get a break every once in a while. she currently is the only main person doing all the work for her business, but she’s hoping to soon hire anyone who has the same interests as her
her designs are mostly evening wear dresses and such. think teuta matoshi or marionela type of dresses, all flowy and puffy, giving fantasy feels
altho i would say her success is more like early hope macaulay, when she was still starting out. if no one is familiar with her, she is an irish fashion and textile designer who got famous for her knit wear on instagram, and she’s p young !! u might recognize her work if u look her up <3
she currently lives alone port briar, with her rented home facing the beach. exactly how she likes it. it was different and definitely not lavish like her home growing up, but she liked it better. she could’ve lived somewhere more expensive, but she didn’t want that.
owns a studio where she usually works. there is more space for her there than what she used to have at home. all the design process, sewing and even photoshoots take place there usually
if not working, kareena could be found at the rocky beaches near the port’s lighthouse or off somewhere on an adventure. she is always here to have a good time
honestly kareena is still such a new character for me, so if i think of any other hcs, i’ll add them here
. ∘ ∗ : 🐝 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 …
friends from school, could be from seattle or L.A: kareena would’ve kept in contact with those friends tbh shes the type of person to keep her friends around. even if they were just added to her snapchat or followed on instagram. she would keep up with them
toxic relationship / gf: THIS
exes ?? we could definitely plot this out
high school ex perhaps 👀
FWB: no strings attached
neighbors: she lives on sea sprite lane
family members? kareena would be hoping that left them all behind in the past, but it can’t be denied that she has a big family and she could possibly run into any of them at any moment
omg crush perhaps ! idm if it’s one sided, and it could either be kareena having feelings or the other person
a friend she had a falling out with: she probably met this person two years ago when she first moved here. something might’ve happened and one thing after another, they dropped each other and it was probably the worst falling out for both of them
clients / customers for her business perhaps. or maybe a helping hand!!
literally anything u wanna do, lets gooo
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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣
How To Get Away With Fanfiction
I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd
Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!
It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.
She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.
There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.
“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.
“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.
“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.
“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.
She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.
Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.
“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”
“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.
Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”
“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.
“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.
“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.
“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.
“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.
“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.
Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”
“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.
“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”
“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.
A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.
“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.
“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.
“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.
“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”
“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.
“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.
“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.
“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.
“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.
“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.
“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.
“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.
“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.
“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.
“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.
“Yes, bye bitch.”
The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.
“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”
“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.
“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.
“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.
“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.
“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.
“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.
“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.
“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.
“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.
“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.
“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.
Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.
“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.
Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.
Wonder pets, wonder pets
We're on our way
To help a friend and save the day
We're not too big
And we're not too tough
But when we work together, we've got the right stuff
Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!
The phone
The phone is ringing
The phone
We'll be right there
The phone
The phone is ringing
There's an animal in trouble
There's an animal in trouble
There's an animal in trouble somewhere
“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.
He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”
“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.
One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.
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PLEASE MORE HARLEYPETER!!!!
This was a disaster.
“HARLEY KEENER?” Tony’s eyes were almost out of his head as he looked back and forth between Peter who was at his side, and the boy working the counter of the coffee shop. “You’ve been talking to me about this adorable barista kid for months and all this time it’s been HARLEY KEENER?”
Peter grabbed his arm and slapped a hand over Tony’s mouth, his cheeks going crimson. Oh God, he was sure the boy must have heard Tony shouting his name across the coffee shop. Tony had promised he’d be subtle.
“How the hell do you know him?” Peter whispered to him, turning them both so their backs were facing away from the counter, “you said you’ve never been here before!”
“Yeah, because Harley never told me where he worked so that I couldn’t come in and embarrass him!” Tony’s face contorted into childish delight, and he clapped his hands together until Peter grabbed them and hastily silenced him with another hiss. “Oh, this is fucking classic! I’ve known that guy since he was what, 11? I’ve just been listening to you wax poetic about the kid who’s been sending me Captain America memes for seven months!” Tony dissolved into laughter again, and Peter thoroughly regretted taking him to the place where his long-time crush worked. Tony had bugged him about it for ages, and after he’d listened to Peter go on about the boy for so long, he’d figured that he may as well just let him tag along and get a look. Peter had assumed Tony might be helpful.
He had, apparently, assumed incorrectly.
“Okay, well this was a fun trip, let’s go now,” Peter declared hastily, grabbing hold of Tony’s arm and yanking him away again. Or at least, trying to. Tony didn’t budge.
“What?” Tony looked at him incredulously, “no, we can’t go now. I want to talk to Mr. Keener over there, catch up, you know? He’s been working his ass off to afford his place in New York, so I haven’t had much chance to talk to him.” Tony wiggled his eyebrows, snorting inwardly at Peter’s intense glare. “Oh, come on, you gotta admit, this is like fate. You have to ask him out now. It was practically meant to be.”
Peter glanced over rapidly to the counter, where the boy was currently flipping an empty cup absently as he talked to one of the customers, a bright smile on his face. This place wasn’t even on Peter’s route-- he’d ended up here totally by accident after leaving a party one night a few months ago. He’d come in, laid his eyes on the barista with a name tag that read ‘Harley’, and...
Well. Peter had been hooked.
As often as he could, he came to this little place, tucked away on the end of Becker Street. And Harley always smiled when he saw him, and he didn’t even look at Peter weird when he inevitably stumbled over his words. He’d just say something funny, make Peter laugh, then take his order with a wink and a grin.
And obviously, every time when he’d come back to the Tower to work on something with Tony, he’d inevitably ended up going on a little rant about the boy, and what he’d done on that particular day to make Peter fall a little bit deeper for him. Whether it was helping a deaf person by talking to them in sign language, or kicking out a customer who’d been harassing a woman in the corner of the room (that was probably the only time Peter had ever seen his face look anything other than charming and happy. It had been... kind of hot, he wasn’t gonna lie). Tony had ended up having to allocate a specific ‘Harley Time’ for them, so that they’d still have time to finish whatever it was they were working on despite Peter’s little rambles.
Of course, Tony must not have realised that when Peter had been talking about Harley the cute barista that Peter may or may not have been taking 30-minute bus rides across the city in order to see, he had also been talking about Harley Keener, Tony’s first protégé and the kid he’d been helping to start up a life in New York after his mom had died.
Talk about coincidence, huh?
“I can’t ask him out,” Peter said with a shake of his head, “he’ll just-- I dunno, he’ll say no, he’ll laugh at me, then you’ll laugh at me with him--”
“I wouldn’t do that, Pete, come on,” Tony’s voice went softer and he nudged Peter’s shoulder, “look, I’ll call him over right now--”
“NO, Tony, don’t you--”
“Hey Harley!” Tony waved across the room, and Peter took a small moment to internally burst into flames before he put on his best smile and caught the boy’s eye. Harley looked at the two of them in bewilderment, clearly wondering why the guy who came into his coffee shop and stared at him every day was now apparently in conversation with the man Harley had known for about 7 years.
Tony walked forward, tugging Peter’s shirt encouragingly. “Lets gooo,” he whispered, and God, he looked so fucking smug. Peter was going to kill him . He was never going to speak to him again, and then never come here again either, and never leave his room for the rest of eternity, actually--
“Hi,” Harley said, looking between the two of them, “this is a strange combination of people. Tony, how did you find me, and also can you please un-find me immediately so that I don’t have to kick you out--”
“Nonsense, I’m just a regular paying customer who can and will write a scathing review on yelp if the mood takes me.” Tony pulled out his wallet and looked at Peter. “What do you want, kid?”
Harley groaned. “I told you not to track down where I work! You’re so annoying--”
“Hey, this was totally an accident!” Tony pointed accusingly at Peter. “He invited me here, I had no idea this was where you were working at all! Pinkie swear.” He held out his little finger across the counter, and Harley glared at him unimpressedly before just turning to Peter.
Peter blinked as Harley’s full concentration shifted to him. Oh God, he was pretty. His eyelashes were so long, and his mouth, and his cheeks-- oh no, Peter had no idea what to do with himself. “So how do you know Tony Stark?” He asked, glancing back at Tony as the man subtly stuffed a couple hundred dollar bills into the tip jar.
Peter took in a small breath. Okay. Uh. That was an easy question, right? “Internship,” he said hurriedly, “it was the-- the Stark Internship thing, I was... he said I had potential and wanted to, uh, take me under his wing. I guess.” Great, now he sounded like a showboater. Good start.
But Harley didn’t seem to mind-- he just nodded, his face lighting up. “Oh wow! Me too, sort of-- well, I mean, I’ve signed up to the internship program, not sure I’ll get it though.” He stuck his tongue out at Tony. “I would have thought I could get some sort of fast-lane through, considering I saved your life and all.”
“You saved his life?” Peter asked, just as Tony rolled his eyes and said, “you hardly saved my life, merely... aided somewhat toward my survival.”
Harley turned back to Peter. “I totally saved his life,” he murmured, and Peter found himself grinning shyly at the way the boy leaned in conspiratorially close to him.
Tony glanced between them both again, clearly hiding a smile of his own as he pulled out his phone. “Oh, would you look at the time,” he said loudly, glancing between the two of them, “I just realised I have a totally important-- uh-- thing, that I have to be at. That’s a shame. Hey, here’s a thought. Seeing as both of you are doing this Stark Internship, and both of you have the amazing fortune of knowing me, maybe you should exchange numbers? Get to know one another a little better?” Tony patted Peter on the shoulder as he started to back up, and Peter turned to face him, shooting him daggers as the man waved. I hate you, he mouthed, I hate you so much.
“That’d be nice,” Harley said, and Peter turned back to him rapidly, trying not to blink like a total weirdo as the boy gave him another smile, “plus, I do love receiving phone numbers from cute boys who sit in my coffee shop and smile at me when they catch me staring.”
Oh, wow. Oh... Harley just called him cute. Harley definitely just called him cute, right?
“He called you cute!” Tony shouted helpfully back at him, and Peter once more turned around, trying to see whether his glare would be enough to make Tony shut up. It wasn’t. “That’s the cue for you to ask for his number!”
“Yes, thank you, I think he gets that!” Harley informed him, balling up a napkin and throwing it in Tony’s direction, “go away, old man. Read a newspaper or yell at clouds or something.”
Tony placed a hand over his heart. “You’ll miss me when I’m not there,” he said, waggling a finger and then turning on his heel in order to push at the door. He was still laughing to himself as he walked out, and Peter buried his head in his hands as he leaned against the counter.
“I hate him,” he declared firmly, “he’s... the worst.”
“Yeah,” Harley nodded, before adding, “although, I mean, he had one good idea.” When Peter looked up at him blankly, Harley just waved a hand. “Uh, phone numbers? Unless that’s not your thing, which is fine. I mean-- not fine-- I’ve been kind of trying to get up the guts to put my number on one of your coffee cups for ages now, but I kept pussying out at the last minute, so-- not that you needed to know that, wow, okay, so now I sound creepy.” Harley laughed nervously and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the dishtowel off his shoulder and then fiddling with it nervously.
Peter felt a small smile bloom on his face. “You don’t sound creepy,” he mumbled, “at least not as creepy as walking thirty minutes to go sit in a cafe just because a really cute barista works there and you like to imagine one day getting the courage to go and ask him out.”
They both looked at each other for a second, before Peter nervously looked away with a little laugh. He heard Harley’s reciprocating one, and his heart fluttered.
“So my break’s in like, fifteen minutes,” Harley said after another moment, “maybe we could go grab some lunch or something? Work out a really brilliant plan about how we can make Tony regret ever thinking us together would be even vaguely fun for him?”
Peter giggled, nodding jerkily. Was this seriously happening? Was this a date with the cute barista he’d been swooning over for months?
It seemed like it. Which was... admittedly terrifying. But also amazing.
“I’d like that,” he said, “I’ll, uh-- I’ll just get a coffee while I wait for you?”
“Sure.” Harley grinned and winked at him again, and it made something funny happen in Peter’s knees. “Your usual order, I take it?”
Pete nodded and handed him the money, then turned around and went to go sit in his usual spot. Don’t do a stupid happy jig, he told himself sternly as he walked over-- but even the internal chastisements couldn’t stop him giving the air a little fist-pump when his back was turned.
He pulled out his phone, glancing up at Harley as the boy made him his drink on the other side of the counter.
This time, he didn’t look away when the other boy caught him.
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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, part 10.)
Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.
A/N: x
Warnings: Fight Club! Wohoo, here we fucking gooo.
Word Count: 2.1 K
Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9
Masterlist and declaration: H E R E
Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers
Sometimes all you need in your life is some silence and calm time to think everything through. It’s not like you try to reach some nirvana or shit, but you need to think. Sometimes a thing happens that totally fucks up your perception of reality and you just cut yourself off from the outside world.
You want to just ride to the school on a bike, listening to some music or the birds singing, to feel the wind in your hair and to escape the reality for a slight moment. And when it’s all said and done, you reach the solution you were searching for and your life just continues. Sometimes when your friends try to help you, they just make everything much, much worse than it was before.
You couldn't just stand Rue's rambling about Fezco feeling terrible. She didn't shut up the whole time, so in the middle of the third paragraph and fourth sentence, you got up, pushed your tray to hers violently, rolling your eyes and taking the earbuds out of your bag, walking off the scene. You loved Rue and Jules like your sisters, but that shit was too much for you to handle at that moment.
Naturally, you did not expect to find a friend in Kat Fernandez at that given moment. It did not matter she is a plus size girl - she had so much confidence that even the most popular girls were friends with her.
She silently approached you when she took a notice that you're not talking with Rue for a week and when Ash told you that you’re not talking to Fezco either. You knew each other, but no as much to be called friends.
“Hey, bitch.” - She said loudly in front of your empty table at the cafeteria. You could hear her through the music playing in your earbuds - the entire cafeteria could hear her.
“Hi, Kat?” - You asked her/greeted her. You took the earbuds out of your ears as she and her boyfriend, a slim boy who looked even more tired than Fezco, sat down next to you. - “Do you need my notes from biology or what?”
“Oh, shut up. You're just looking down, bitch, I'm not going to let you sit alone. I’m not a bitch.” - Kat sighed dramatically and all of a sudden, Lexi sat beside you, then Cassie sat at your table as well and the last one to the freak show was Maddy, the mad queen herself.
Excuse you, since when were you friends with those popular girls? You didn't have a single fucking idea. But you were just scared at that moment to make a move against their invasion.
“We heard that shit went down between Fez and you, girl. I’m so sorry. You were as cute as me and Nate.” - Maddy took your hand to her palm, looking you in the eyes, swinging those fake lashes. One more swing and you were sure that they would fall fucking off. That day was too much for you. WHAT. THE. FUCK. - “How are you feeling, babe?” - She asked with too much affection in her voice. They were all fake as fuck.
“I think I’m... Fine. How do you know that? And I didn’t break up with him, I just wanted some alone time.” - You carefully took the hand off Maddy’s palm, ready to run off with all of your food back to Rue and Jules. They were both watching you - Rue’s expression was similar to vomiting and Jules had a brain freeze.
“Oh, you know, the people tell and everybody just adds something to the story. I heard that you’re preggy.” - Kat answered while she was peeling her orange.
“I heard that some of Fezco’s friends tried to cut your throat.” - Cassie added to the flame with a serious tone.
“And I heard that he cheated on you with that ginger from senior year. Is it real?” - Maddy asked with her eyes popped the fuck out, you had a strong tendency to tell her that she should calm those fucking eyeballs down.
“None of these is fucking true. Not a shitty bit. Jesus.” - You sighed with a sour voice and for everything just getting better, Nate fucking Jacobs was heading to your table. You felt sick at that moment and your day was ruined. You could handle bullshit of those primadonnas, but you knew before he came to your table that Nate is too much of an asshole for you to handle.
But you didn't know how much bullshit his manners will cause.
“And we meet again.” - Nate smiled at you while he leaned to kiss his girlfriend’s temple. Oh boy, you never got violent tendencies, but you would swear to fucking God that you are ready to punch him at any moment.
“How pleasurable.” - You gritted, watching him down with a disgusted look.
“So you finally realized what’s good for you?” - Nate sighed and leaned to you. Oh, you were aware of what he is doing. That fucker was trying to make you feel small, to intimidate you because he was that big, strong boy and you were just a small girl. Too bad for him it didn't work.
Also, was that fucker giving you proposals just in front of Maddy or not? You realized in the next minute - Maddy didn't know that you and Nate have already met. At Fezco’s shop. But Kat did. Aaand... She was talking to Ethan, so she did not hear anything that that piece of shit had said.
How could two people be so lonely in a full cafeteria, sitting surrounded by many people? Was it even possible?
“I told you that Fezco is a zero who makes himself look better than he is. There are particularly... Better boys.” - He licked his lips slowly and you felt ready to vomit all over the table. And thank God for Rue at that moment.
"Hey Y/N." - Rue appeared behind Nate's back. - "Can I talk to ya? We... Ugh... Need to talk about dat... Thingy..." - She stuttered. You nodded with grace, grasping the food off the table, immediately running back to your beloved table. - "Okay, ya glad that I saved ya? And holy fuck man, what was he tryin' to do?"
"He's suggesting things. This was for the second time this happened. Fezco would have killed him on the spot." - You looked behind your back, still seeing Nate with his grinning face. At least he was looking into Maddy's face and his eyes were a small inch before being craved out of the eyeballs.
"Well fuck me, fuck ya and fuck Nate then. He heard it. Got him on da phone, so he heard all of da shit." - Rue gave you her hand over your shoulder. You opened your mouth with a scared face. Nathan was dead. - "Now I know why was so pissed."
"You were standing behind Nate the whole time? Jesus fucking Christ, Rue, use your brain sometimes." - You put your tray on the table and sat next to Jules. Jules smiled at you with love and smoothed your shoulder.
"Man, I can't choose when ma bros call me. And he was just checkin' dat ya safe." - Rue muttered when she made the pills into small pieces, mixing it into her yogurt again.
"I should really speak to him, shouldn't I?" - You asked silently, looking Rue to her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and watched you as if you were a dumb fuck.
You didn't even have to go for Fezco to his shop - he was just casually standing outside the school, watching the entrance, smoking a cigarette. He looked even more tired than he did ever before, he was out of his mind completely.
But his face softened when he saw you in your hoodie, just standing there and watching him. Your eyes started to water as you walked to him to hug him. You missed him so much - you missed his smile, his tired baby blue eyes, his scent, and his raspy voice. By the moment he hummed into your ear, you were already crying into the crook of his neck. How could you miss someone so fucking much?
"Are ya alright, baby girl?" - Fezco whispered after a few seconds. You nodded between the sobs.
He was holding you like there was no tomorrow. He would never say that one person can make him feel as much as you did. Any drug has ever made him feel so alive as your presence did, the warmth in his heart basically every time you have touched him and the bliss when you kissed him. ANy drug was as addictive as you.
You haven’t seen each other in two weeks. If you weren't in front of the other people, even he would most probably cry. And Fezco knew that he will cry, he had so many things to be sorry for.
But then you felt him tense up. Nate has left the school, his hand hazily over Maddy’s shoulder. You could see Nathan’s face go a bit paler when he saw you with Fezco.
“No, no, no, baby boy, no.” - You begged quietly, but it was for nothing. Fezco already made his decision. And if Nate wasn't able to accept it the nice way, he needed to understand in the worse way. That was just Nate's decision.
"We are havin' this conversation for the last fuckin' time, amigo. I tell ya. One more gross word on ma girl, one more look at her and you're fuckin' dead. I had enough of ya bullshit, dawg." - Fezco almost run into Nate and caught the hem of Nate's shirt, tearing him away from Maddy who screamed and jumped few feet to the side with her hands over her mouth and watched both of them with tears in her eyes.
"Do you even realize that all of those people can just tell that you were threating me? Or you're too dumb for this, you ugly fuck?" - And that was that. Nate fell on the ground when Fezco gave him a good hit to the jaw. Everyone was watching their fight. Nate was obviously winning over Fezco with his tall American football body.
But Fezco wasn't willing to give up that easily. He was fighting for your dignity and honor at the moment. Fezco couldn't just lose. In the end, they both stood three feet away from each other. Fez's white polo shirt was bloody as hell, his knuckles were violet and he couldn't open one of his eyes. And Nate didn't look any better. But you and Maddy were quick to stand between them.
"I told you that you shouldn't do that. He's going to the police and you'll end up in jail." - You whispered and took his face to your palm gently.
"What the fuck was that? Are you kidding me, Fezco? What the hell?!" - Maddy yelled at you and you wanted to tell her that you're sorry, but Fez was faster.
"Try to tell yo boy that he shouldn't try to get another girl's panties when he has a girl. Go on. This happened twice." - Fezco answered and spit our blood on the pavement. Maddy stood straight for a second before she turned to Nate, she started to scream in Spanish at him - she was talking about some sex tape and releasing it. You and Rue took Fezco to the car before the teachers could see anything before any trouble could start.
"How could ya be angry at that angel?" - Rue laughed our loud and shove a few strands of her hair behind her ear while she drove the car. Jules sat next to her and you were in the backseat with Fezco's head on your lap. He was watching you and his left eye was crying. You couldn't tell about the other one clearly. - "He just fought with Nate fucking Jacobs. For ya. You're hella lucky."
"And he almost got himself knocked out. But he's my brave warrior." - You ran yours over the short hair on his head. Yeah. You loved him. No matter if he was a dealer or not, you loved him. And he had no problem with fighting other guys just because of you.
So you didn't have any talk. You just... Accepted the fact of what source of his money was. Because that's what people who are completely blind with love do.
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Penumbra
Chapter 5: Rising Light
For the first time in what felt like eons, Rukia could say she felt happy. Her life after the Quincy war was most definitely not at all what she’d thought it would be, but at least she could find solace in the little things. She would keep her promise to Katsumi and visited the Shihouin manor every chance she was given, Ichika eagerly by her side every time. The unknowing half-sisters would play from morning till evening, uproarious laughter and pure smiles never leaving their faces. Rukia could happily sit and watch for hours on end; the mother’s joy of seeing her girls flourish delighted her beyond words.
Because if she refrained for even a moment, she would drown in all the regrets that plagued her. The things she should’ve done differently or things she shouldn’t have done at all. If it weren’t for these gracious visits, Rukia likely would’ve fallen apart at the seams ten times over. So to spare her children the harm of the truth, Rukia omitted it altogether. And foolishly intended it to stay that way.
Three years passed by far too slowly and far too quickly in equal measure. Passage of time was typically inconsequential for Souls and Shinigami; decades could whip by and no one would bat an eyelash. Most in the Seireitei stop keeping track after a century or two. Three years was a wink by comparison, but that didn’t change Rukia’s perception by any stretch. Not to mention today: Katsumi’s birthday.
It was odd. Seeing the girl who once was barely bigger than her forearm growing into a beauty nearly as tall as her now. Bitter as it may have been to come to terms with. But still… Ten years old. In a home of warm and plenty. All things Rukia wanted for her but couldn’t provide. A debt to Yoruichi she’d never be able to truly repay.
The party was going to be a small affair, just the way they wanted it. As grand as Rukia and Renji’s wedding had been, most shinigami including them and Yoruichi weren’t big on pageantry. But for what it lacked in guests, it made up for in substance. The Abarai family came down as they normally did, Ichika beaming with excitement to see her best friend again. Renji begrudgingly held Katsumi’s gift: a limited edition Chappie plush. She was Rukia’s daughter after all…
As the family came through the front door, they barely managed to take off their sandals before they could hear Katsumi barrelling down the hallway.
“ICHIKA! AUNTIE RUKIA!” the little girl exclaimed as she tackled them both.
“KATSUMI!” Ichika roared, equally excited.
With a thud and audible groan, Rukia was planted on the ground, Katsumi’s arms wrapped around her waist. Her eyes, by the soul king her eyes, looked identical to Rukia’s. Her elated firstborn giggled as Rukia ran a hand through her hair.
“Hey Sweetie.”
“Jeez, you guys okay?” Renji asked, able to avoid the chain reaction.
“Mhmmm!” both girls said together.
“I’m fine, dear.” Rukia noted weakly, still a touch winded.
Her husband chuckled and crossed his arms at the entanglement of bodies while Rukia scoffed at his lack of action. Eventually, Ichika and Katsumi got up on their own, helping Rukia too albeit a bit unnecessary. The acting captain of squad 13 dusted herself off just before delivering a swift kick to Renji’s kneecap. The lieutenant slumped over in pain, while Rukia and the girls smirked deviously.
“The hell was that for?!” He snapped, clutching his abused leg.
His wife didn’t say or do anything besides give him a playful raspberry; a gesture Katsumi and his daughter copied. Renji could only groan in response, evidently outnumbered again.
“My oh my, I was wondering what all the fuss was.” A voice from beyond the foyer said.
The Lady of the Shihouin slowly sauntered into view, her typical grin stretched across her visage. Katsumi’s eyes brightened, running into her arms.
“Mama! Auntie Rukia, Uncle Renji and Ichika came!” the little one sang, bouncing up and down.
“I can see! C’mon let’s show them inside.” Yoruichi said lovingly.
“Okay!” Katsumi cheered “Ichika! I’ll race you!”
Ichika locked her gaze on her best friend, full of determination, “You’re on.”
Before anyone could argue, they bolted down the hallways, leaving their parents behind in a cloud of dust. She was sure they couldn’t hear her, but Rukia called out to them anyway.
“Ichika! Don’t break anything!”
Her daughter slowly faded into a speck in the distance. A short sigh escaped through her nose followed by a chuckle. Her husband did the same, save for his almost proud smile.
“Well, I guess we should find them before they find the cake.” Yoruichi chimed in.
She had that right. The last thing those two walking cataclysms needed was sugar. The shinigami weaved their way through the winding corridors; Renji marvelling at the unexpected complexity of the manor. Even Rukia was a touch surprised, far too accustomed to the layout of her own home. Unlike Ichika, Rukia didn’t have the child-like enthusiasm to explore. It was exsquisite, lavish in every sense of the word compared to the bland tastes of the Kuchiki household. Formality may not have been in Yoruichi’s vocabulary but luxury definitely was.
Well, nothing is broken so far, Rukia thought to herself.
A minute or so later, faint laughter could be heard from the dining they’d been searching for. With a gentle slide of the door, the shinigami saw their children playing a rousing game of tag around the dining table, loud as always. Though what they didn’t expect to see or who rather, was Isane joining in on the fun.
“Hey you guys! Long time no see.”
“Isane?!’ Rukia smiled.
“Captain Kotetsu? What are you doing here?” Renji said, equally perplexed.
The captain of the fourth division casually walked over to her friends, a captured Katsumi trapped under her arm. As Katsumi tried to wriggle free, Ichika pulled on her arms in an attempt to free her. But they sorely underestimated the might of a captain.
“Auntie! Lemme gooo!” the girl protested happily.
Ignoring Katsumi's cries for release, Isane answered Renji’s lingering question, “Why wouldn’t I be here? This one here would never forgive me if I missed out on her birthday.”
A lump had begun to take shape in Rukia’s throat. Her violet eyes gazed into her former nursemaid’s, a silent plea for her to maintain her secret. Please Isane, her mind repeated over and over. Luckily, her pleas would reluctantly not go unanswered. Isane put down her adoptive niece, giving her a loving kiss on the forehead. Renji stood like a stump, confused by the relationship between Isane and this seemingly random kid.
“Yoruichi asked me for help when Katsumi was little. Who was I to say no to an innocent child.” the captain explained.
“Is that right?” said Renji, arms crossed with vague suspicion.
“Mhmmm. Katsumi was quite sickly when I found her...” Yoruichi piped up, vouching for Isane’s lie, “She probably wouldn’t have made it if Isane hadn’t helped me.”
“I see…”
Silence enveloped the Shinigami, save for the girls in the background. A familiar solemn look adorned the lieutenant’s face, a look the captains were fishing for. Meanwhile, Rukia couldn’t say a word as her confidants lied on her behalf. Every syllable created a deeper pit in her stomach, worsened by the fact Katsumi was mere feet away. She tried her hardest to remain composed, but the mask threatened to slip at every turn.
Before the mood could devolve any further, the refreshing scent of food filled the air. In a moment’s notice, a slew of attendants filled the room, carrying platters of anything you could possibly ask for. Meat cutlets, Ramen, Curry, and so much more; arguably too much for the small party to handle.
A single member of Yoruichi cooking staff approached her, “Everything you requested, my Lady.”
“Yoruichi! You didn’t need to serve this much…” Rukia chided.
“Nonsense!” Yoruichi rejoiced, “Now let’s dig in”
Rukia rolled her eyes at her old friend as everyone blessed the meal before them
“Thank you for the food!” they all said in unison.
Plate by plate, the group slowly chipped away at the banquet that laid before them. Unfortunately with the girls present, alcohol was strictly prohibited by the Lady of the House. Much to Renji’s annoyance. But he wouldn’t let it put a damper on the meal. After all, everything tasted divine. The birthday girl barely gave herself time to breathe, she was stuffing her face so quickly.
Though it didn’t take long for things to slow back down. While they recovered from a phenomenal meal, now seemed as good a time as any to give Katsumi her gifts. Ichika excitedly gave Katsumi the large box, taking no time at all to tear through the wrapping paper.
Katsumi gasped in delight, “A CHAPPIE?!”
“Special edition too.” Rukia added, warmed by her daughter’s shared love of the rabbit.
Katsumi leaped into Rukia’s embrace, brimming with glee “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“You’re very welcome, Katsumi…”
Ichika joined in, hugging her half sister and mother as tightly as her little frame would allow. Renji sat by, basking in the joy of his family while Yoruichi and Isane disappeared into the kitchen. And when they returned, dazzling light drew the birthday girl’s attention. In her hands, Isane held a cake decorated in sparklers courtesy of Kukaku, while Yoruichi held something behind her back. Katsumi’s gaze remained fixed on the cake, her cake; her mouth agape like a flytrap. As Isane placed it on the table in front of her, Yoruichi stroked a hand through the girl’s hair, saying a sentiment everyone repeated.
“Happy birthday, Katsumi.”
With a blow of the candles, the group cheered on the little soul, making her smile more brightly than she ever had before.
“Did you make a wish, Sweetheart?” Yoruichi asked tentatively.
“Uh huh!” Katsumi proudly declared.
A poke in her ribs led her Katsumi’s eyes to Ichika, “Well, what is it?”
“I wanna be a Shinigami!”
A twinge of horror shuddered down Rukia’s spine. A Shinigami? She was far too young to even flirt with the idea. Beads of sweat formulated on her brow as she looked in Yoruichi’s direction. It seemed the Captain of squad 4 shared her concern but the Commander of the Onmitsukido had other ideas.
“Well then… If that’s what you want, then you’re probably going to need this.” Yoruichi said, pulling out Katsumi’s zanpakuto from behind her, “I think you’re tall enough to hold it now.”
She placed the sheathed blade in the girl’s hands while Renji and Ichika marvelled at its size. The weapon tipped as Katsumi tried to find her balance with it, the weight still unfamiliar. Eventually, she managed to hold it still, smiling at her first steps towards her wish. Rukia, however, did not share in her delight; all too eager to voice her objections. Both of her children sat quietly while she raised her voice.
“She’s too young. They’ll never let her enroll at Shin’o.” Rukia argued, upset Yoruichi would entertain the idea while she was still a child.
“No matter, she can apprentice under me.”
“Yoruichi…”
“I could teach her some basic kido” Isane half-heartedly spoke up.
Rukia was less than entertained. She may have forfeited her right as Katsumi’s mother, but that wouldn’t stop her from protecting her. How could Yoruichi be so blase about this? Katsumi is a child. She shouldn’t be so eager to thrust herself into a life of dangerous combat. Curses, of all the things she could’ve inherited, it just had to be Ichigo’s recklessness.
“Well, it does matter too much right now.” Yoruichi spoke again, “given that she has yet to learn her zanpakuto’s name.
“True. But if that thing’s size is anything to go by, then I look forward to the day she’s ready.” Renji suddenly remarked.
Rukia’s gaze snapped towards her husband, but he only replied with a shrug. A defeated shake of the head ended Rukia’s outburst. What Yoruichi said barely set her at ease. Sole reason being, if she’s Ichigo’s daughter, then it won’t be long until she learns her zanpakuto’s name. And that idea gave her chills.
Quick as the day started, it was now coming to a close. Evening just on the horizon, Rukia and Renji decided it was about time to bring Ichika home. As much as Ichika might’ve complained, her wails weren’t as convincing as she began to drift off in Renji’s arms. After a lovely party, the abarai family said their proper goodbyes, promising to return sometime soon. One last hug from a teary eyed Katsumi and they were on their way home. It was bittersweet, but Rukia felt blessed she was able to share this day with her.
Yoruichi and Katsumi waited by the gate as was customary until their guests were no longer in sight. Isane had returned to her own barracks some time before; an urgent matter according to Kiyone. With a big yawn, Yoruichi felt it was long overdue for Katsumi to be in bed.
“Such a big girl, putting on a brave face. C’mon, let’s go inside.” Yoruichi coaxed, offering a hand.
The exhausted child took her mother’s hand, barely awake enough to make her way back inside. Every hallway looked the same as Yoruichi guided her through. If only for a moment, she found the strength to ask a question that had lingered on her mind.
“Mama? When will I learn my sword’s name?”
The sudden question took Yoruichi by surprise, but was able to answer, “One day Katsumi. Once you start your training, it will tell you.”
“How?”
“Your Zanpakuto is a part of you, an extension of your soul. When you’re ready, it will tell you its name. Now no more questions, it’s time for bed.”
Yoruichi could hear her daughter’s disappointed pout, but fortunately she was too tired to argue any further. The pair continued through the manor until they at last came to Katsumi’s room. The massive bedroom fit for a princess matched the luxurious tone of the rest of the manor. With a spot of help, Katsumi lazily changed into a nightgown leaving her Shihakusho in a pile on the floor. Yoruichi chuckled as Katsumi shambled towards her bed, flopping on the mattress like a fish out of water. The captain made sure to tuck her beneath the velvety duvet and with a kiss on the forehead, Yoruichi made her exit.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” She said quietly though she was only met with her daughter’s delicate snoring.
Katsumi drifted off in a sea of blankets while Yoruichi shut the door behind her. Shrouded in bliss, she faded slowly into a dream or what seemed like a dream?
She heard a voice call out her name and awoke in a place she didn’t recognize. Where am I, she pondered to herself. Katsumi arose on a slope of green grass; her eyes shot forward to a place she’d never been. A riverbank? That bridge… this wasn’t the Seireitei… but if so, where was this place. Katsumi’s gaze continued to dart around, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“Mom?! Auntie Rukia?! Anybody?!” She called out to no avail.
But the strangest part was.. Even though she was alone, Kastumi didn’t feel scared. She was remarkably calm despite having every reason not to be. Suddenly, she saw a woman by the river. Where did she come from? She definitely wasn’t there before. Katsumi slowly and carefully approached, the woman turning to look at her. Whoever she was, she was beautiful… a warm smile accompanied by long wavy, brown hair flowing over her shoulder. She was dressed up in a silver kimono with a golden obi. Another thing felt strange about her, somehow familiar? Yet Katsumi had never seen her before. Before Katsumi could even say a word, the mysterious woman spoke first.
“I’ve watched and waited a long time for you to arrive here.” the woman said.
“Who are you?” Katsumi asked, finding her voice.
The woman then proceeded to pick something off the ground, a thing Katsumi hadn’t noticed before. A long object she recognized as a sword. Eyes wide, she stared at the woman. With a smile, the woman spoke once more.
“I am your Zanpakuto.”
#Bleach#Ichiruki#pro ichiruki#rukia x ichigo#ichigo x rukia#oc#rukia kuchiki#yoruichi shihouin#renji abarai#ichika abarai#katsumi kurosaki#Isane Kotetsu#Penumbra
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hello, sunflower {part one}
pairing: sirius black x reader
request: @goingbacktothegoodolddays asked “Hello dear! I was wondering if i could get something with Sirius Black and a Hufflepuff reader! Im atucl between the thought of maybe a tutor for Sirius who he never quite noticed before their sessions or after bogart comfort where either Sirius or hufflepuff reader has to deal with their greatest and traumatizing fears and recieve the confort from other. Please and thank you!”
notes: part one!! here we gooo. read the prologue, otherwise you won’t know what’s going on!
warnings: swearing, y/n being a disaster, etc etc
word count: just under 1k
prologue | part two | part three
it was breakfast the next day, and sirius was in the great hall, munching on a croissant and drowning himself in coffee, trying his best to forget about the tutoring sessions.
however, slughorn had given you strict instructions, and you weren’t going to let the gryffindor’s stubbornness get in the way of you helping him. so, taking a deep breath, you walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, smiling at james who was sitting opposite, who beamed at you.
sirius, however, turned round, his smirk immediately vanishing when he saw you. “what do you want?” he said, eyes cold. you pushed down the frown that was threatening to surface, and instead reinforced your friendly smile. “hi! i was wondering when you wanted to start our sessions.”
sirius’ scowl only deepened. “how about never.” he snarked, already turning back around. you raised an eyebrow. “i mean, that could work, but how about six tonight in the library? how’s that sound? good? great! see you there.” you said, quickly walking off before he could refuse again.
sirius gaped (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately) at your retreating figure, james cackling. “she got you, pads!”
sirius rolled his eyes at james (again, an increasingly common occurrence, but this one less surprising) and bit into his half eaten croissant grumpily. remus nudged him. “i didn’t know y/n was tutoring you! she’s really good, trust me.”
sirius groaned. “not you as well. i don’t get how everyone knows this girl apart from me!”
peter stared at him. “how do you not know who y/n is?! she’s so nice! and so pretty...” he sighed, his head resting on his hand before james whacked the back of his head. “coming off a little creepy there, wormy.” peter, to his credit, looked appropriately guilty, whilst remus chuckled.
“as creepy as peter is, he’s got a point. y/n’s a really cool girl, pads. try not to be too annoying, okay?”
sirius pushed open the library door, his watch reading 5:57. scanning the room, he quickly spotted you half asleep on the desk, and he smiled, before walking over and sliding into the chair. you jerked up at the noise, hair frizzy, eyes bleary before they focused on him.
“oh, you’re here! great.” you smiled at him, quickly making yourself look slightly more presentable. by that, you meant patting your hair.
you slid over a piece of paper and a pen, pointing at the timetable on it. “cool! so. what i was thinking is that we could do three sessions a week? i mean, two’s fine as well, i just normally do three when i tutor people. so, could you just put a tick on the days that you’re free?”
sirius nodded, ticking monday, wednesday and friday, before sliding it back to you. you glanced at it quickly, before passing him another sheet. this time, a checklist. “great, thanks! right. now, tick what topics you are struggling with, so i know what to focus on.” you explained, taking out your diary and marking out the days that he had selected.
sirius looked down at the paper, before wincing, and ticking the majority of the options, and sheepishly passing it back. “sorry, i don’t really get potions.”
“hey, that’s okay! that’s what i’m here for, right? just think of me like a cool, nice, attractive slughorn. actually, wait-” you backtracked as sirius grimaced, laughing. “i’d rather not, if you don’t mind.”
you laughed, before pulling out an a5 notebook, opening it to the first page. “touché. well, that’s all i wanted to do today, so you’re free to go! i’m just making some lesson plan type things, so i have a vague idea of what i’m doing.”
sirius nodded, standing up. “cool. see you friday, l/n.”
you beamed at him, before biting your lip. “sorry, what day is it today?”
he snorted. “wednesday. memory’s gone, then?”
you groaned. “completely. i forgot three sessions last week, and they had tests and everything... sorry! you probably don’t want to hear about my memory issues.”
sirius laughed, pushing his hair out his face. “maybe get some sleep, l/n.”
you pouted. “sleep is for the weak. i’ll stick with the coffee, thanks.”
“now that’s something i can get behind. who needs sleep when you have caffeine coursing through your veins?”
“sirius, no.” remus said, placing a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder.
sirius turned round, beaming. “moony! my darling angel, when did you get here?”
“half a minute ago. now, move, i want to get to my study buddy.” remus said, plonking himself down in the seat that sirius just vacated, before pulling out a charms textbook from his bag.
“oh, i see how it is. you’re ditching me for the pretty girl, huh?” sirius glared, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. remus smirked, holding his hands up. “hey, i’m not the one calling her pretty. not that i don’t think you’re pretty, y/n, but you know what i mean-”
you laughed, shaking your head. “well, it’s cute that you both think i’m pretty, but i’m afraid i’m a taken woman.”
remus stared, deadpan at you. “y/n, hate to break it to you, but coffee doesn’t count as a boyfriend.”
you whacked him with the charms textbook as he laughed, sirius taking madam pince coming over as his cue to leave, and he quickly nipped out the way, remus sending him a glare of betrayal as pince chewed the two of you out.
sirius slipped out the door, still chuckling as he started the walk back to the common room.
maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.
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So.. I’m kinda gonna do this 40 question for writers thingy because I’m bored and I think it’ll be fun!
Gonna tag.. @erenaeoth ok let’s gooo
Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic: I stay in the mlm realm typically. I like writing slow burns and long stories but sometimes I’ll cook up a one shot
Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? : I really really wanna write a kinda forbidden love story but I don’t know how many people are down to read about internal and external homophobia :/
Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? A/B/O never.
How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?: I have so many fic ideas bro. I really really really wanna write a Shane/Rick slow burn but I have too many slow burns already
Share one of your strengths. I like angst?
Share one of your weaknesses. Not very good at making people cry
Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. Viktor knows the cause of his father’s pain. Supposedly, Balboa, Creed, and Drago were at a party celebrating Balboa’s win again. And it was great for awhile, before some guy tried to pick a fight with Creed. Drago had to break up the fight, and not too long after he had stopped it, Creed was stabbed. So there Ivan was, staring at Apollo desperately trying to stay alive. He could recite every detail. Hand on his bleeding abdomen, the blood running from out of his mouth. Balboa trying to get somebody to help them, yet nobody would help. Apollo’s last words, everything. His friend died in his arms, and it messed with him. In more ways than he could explain, he couldn’t even eat for awhile.
Okay, so I was experimenting with an idea for Rocky and I guess I’m proud of the fact that I can be creative with the way I can bend timelines?
Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. The two of them locked eyes with each other, Rambo only began to get more nervous than he already was. Neither of them were sure what to say, there wasn’t much to talk about. Neither of them wanted to talk, they barely knew each other. But, assuming that the conversation didn’t have to be about the war, Austrian vet scratched his facial hair, before sitting up straight.
“What’s going through your mind?”
His Austrian accent was probably thicker than the hair on John’s head. John sat in silence for a moment, what was going through his mind? Could he find anything else that wasn’t related to a painful experience? Anything at all?
”Blank.”
John probably spoke for the first time in days, and the change in his voice even surprised him a little. The best way the Austrian vet would describe it, there was not a shred of hope in his voice.
I’m proud because it’s stallonezenegger I love Arnold and Sly they are so 😌💕💕💕
Which fic has been the hardest to write? Warmth.. I’m not straight so writing wlw is kinda hard bc i’m not rlly invested in it?
Which fic has been the easiest to write? Theraputic, Fighting Spirit. Anything with Arnold or Sly or any of my other faves really..
Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? For me it’s both! I’m passionate about writing but it’s something I do bc it’s a rlly fun hobby for me uwu
Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more? Episode? Not really but I guess Rocky has changed me a bit 🤠
What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across? My friends suggest that I try to be more descriptive.
What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across? None so far
If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? Please film Fighting Spirit, sly please Adonis and Viktor are dating
If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be? Sly and Arnold..
Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? From start to finish, I didn’t know you could write any other way.
Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? I sometimes use notes to keep track of the plot so I don’t forget it
Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse? No?
Describe your perfect writing conditions. At night alone or in a dark place 💕
How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? No.. not always.
Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions). Do I really wanna do that? In another post.
If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why? A fic I deleted called new home, it was a fic where Kano was a dad with kids and yea it was crazy
Have you ever deleted one of your published fics? Mmhm, I deleted the Kano as a dad fic, then I deleted a Kano/Terminator fic and i don’t even know why I wrote that but it’s funny, then I accidentally deleted a letter John wrote to the T-800. So yeah.
What do you look for in a beta? ...A bottom??
Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you? I’m verse but we’re not ready for that conversation.
How do you feel about collaborations? Depends?? But I’m open to it.
Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. AAA @erenaeoth @badbessie and someone on ao3 but idk if he has tumblr. They’re stories always keep me interested, and they’re everything I wanna be in a writer and I just 😭
If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? yo.. lemme write a sequel to this Viktor/Adonis fic called trust fall. BRO
Do you accept prompts? I don’t just accept them, I need them.
Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant? I will do some things with canon compliant if it benefits the plot idea I have but all my fics are usually set in AUs. Kinda?
How do you feel about smut? I well.. it’s hard for me to write bc I just.. embarassment. It’s slightly hard for me to read to bc it’s like hhh bro i just wanted y’all to cuddle
How do you feel about crack? It can be funny as fuck the less sense it makes
What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con? I mean.... i’m very touchy about it. Maybe if it was used correctly and it was for a plot then yea. But if someone is genuinely into it it’s like... ur into a federal crime sir.
Would you ever kill off a canon character? I have... and I’d do it again
Which is your favorite site to post fic? AO3, can’t imagine posting anywhere else really. WELL, tumblr maybe.
Talk about your current wips. Currently working on a Rocky/Apollo oneshot, then after I finish that I’m making Florian/Masias. It’s crazy
Talk about a review that made your day. Ughh anytime somebody compliments my writing 🥺
Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? I haven’t gotten one yet! Haha only criticism. I’ll listen to what they have to say, then use what they say to try and better my writing
Write an alternative ending to Theraputic.
..... in another post doe 👀
#sylvester stallone#arnold schwarzenegger#adonis creed#apollo creed#rambo#florian munteanu#rocky balboa#40 writing questions#prompts#something fun something for the summertime something for the girls to y’know get ready to party to
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Jason Todd x Reader - “Happy New Year Motherf******”
Despite Jason’s unwillingness to celebrate New Year with his family, you somehow manage to pull him there and end up having a cute night.
A/N: Not requested and yes, I know I’m late but I didn’t plan on writing anything for the New Year’s but my very special person @pythiaaa changed my mind, so it’s thanks to her you have a new year’s fic lol. This is dedicated to you baby, I love you! 💝 I also feel like this sucks because it’s so last minute. Hope you like it though!
“Babe, are you free this evening?” Jason asked as he walked through the door, raising an eyebrow at the beautiful girl. She turned her attention to him, frowning as he held a sandwich in his hand.
“Well, I’ll be with you, why? And are you seriously eating a sandwich at 11 am? You just had breakfast an hour ago,” She enquired.
“Stress eating,” He sighed, plopping down beside her on the couch and laying his head on her shoulder.
“Why, baby?” She cooed, placing the plate on the small table in front of them and pulling him down on her lap.
“Bruce invited us to spend the New Year’s with them.” He grumbled, sighing at her touch as he fingers ran through his hair.
“Why does that make you stressed?” She mumbled, cupping his cheek. He sat up, nuzzling her neck and closing his eyes.
“I don’t want them to potential come between us,” He stared up at her eyes. Her heart clenched at the sight of his desperate gaze. The girl’s expression softened, a small smile appearing on her face as she kissed his forehead.
“I doubt your family is evil baby, you’re The Red Hood, you’re in Batman’s family, they can’t be cruel!” She shook her head, pulling him close.
“Besides, I can’t not cancel every family invitation because you don’t want to, I still have to make them like me so they approve of us no?”
“They already like you, we don’t need to go,” He pouted.
“But they’ll like me more if I force you to go won’t they?” she grinned lightly. He frowned, his pout depening, early a laugh from the girl.
“Just a few hours okay? I promise, then the not-going-to-visit-family-events-until-it-looks-bad gauge will be refilled and you can decline the same amount of invitations before the next outing, okay?” The girl chuckled. He grumbled under his breath before nodding slowly.
“Thank you baby!” She smiled, kissing his lips. Jason’s frown disappeared immediately as he cupped her cheek, smiling in the kiss, moving his lips against hers deeply.
“When is the dinner starting?” She mumbled against his lips, putting her forehead against his.
“At 8pm, we have a few hours to relax,” The man sighed, grazing his lips against her cheekbone. She giggled shyly.
“We can’t really baby, I need to buy something nice to wear,” She smiled, sliding her arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with hers.
“Nooooo,” He whined, burying his face in her shoulder, “I want to cuddle.” She snorted, who would have know the Red Hood himself would be so soft with his girlfriend.
“I know baby, but come to shop with me pleaaaaase” She begged. His expression icened and he looked away, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
“Pwease,” She gave him the puppy eyes. He stared at her unimpressed, feeling himself gulping. Jason wouldn’t give in at her cuteness.
He says that every time.
“Fine,” He grumbled.
“Yay, okay, come on let’s gooo”
******
“I can’t believe you’re dragging me here,” Jason grumbled as (Y/N) pulled his sleeve up the small hill.
“Baby, please cheer up, I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” She sighed, turning around in her beautiful attire they were lucky enough to find quickly.
He groaned.
“You’re right, sorry,” He shook his head, “I’m just a little nervous,”
“I know baby, but I’m here if you need to okay? We’ll go home when you want,”
“Can we go now?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No,” She chuckled, sliding her arm around his waist and walking with him up the staircase, and ringing the doorbell.
“Miss (Y/N), and Master Jason, it’s a pleasure to have you tonight!” Alfred smiled as he peered through the door, opening it widely to greet them in.
“It’s nice to see you again Alfred!” She grinned, nodding slightly at him.
The butler escorted them to the living room, where Dick, Tim and Damian were, sitting on the couch as Dick and Tim were playing a video game together as the youngest watched with a scowl.
(Y/N) chuckled, leaning her head onto her boyfriend’s shoulder.
“You all somehow make playing video games look very very luxurious,” Jason snorted at her comment as well, kissing her forehead as he pulled her closer.
The three boys turned to her, head rotated so fast that it seemed like their necks would snap. Blushes appeared on each of their faces as they greeted the couple awkwardly.
“Dinner!” Alfred called out.
Seemingly, they all had fun at the dinner table -- not that Jason would ever admit it it (Y/N) asked her later.
There had been so many fantastic dishes sprawled around on the table as well as candles and new year lighting.
If Bruce’s objective was to make this an unforgettable dinner, it was really working.
And somehow, the boys were enjoying it too, it had been a while since everyone had been this happy. She was surprised but wasn’t going to question anything.
Alfred looked at his watched and entered the room.
“It’s nearly time!” He announced, nodding to the family.
“Thank you Alfred, we’ll come soon, and take a break, you deserve it, join us!” Bruce smiled.
The girl’s heart swelled at the kind gesture.
“Will we see the fireworks from here?” The girl raised an eyebrow.
“Of course!” Bruce grinned sweetly again.
“Shall we go?” Dick asked, scanning between all of them, earning a small nod from the group.
“Come baby,” Jason mumbled, grasping her hand and intertwining their fingers together, before kissing it. The girl blushed, nodding and squeezing his hand, pecking his cheek and standing up.
He followed suit, sliding his arm around her waist as well as they walked to the balcony. The girl leaned against the balcony as Dick placed his elbows on the stone fence around the balcony, leaning all his weight on it, staring at the city in the distance. Tim sat down on the stone beside him as Damian leaned against the end of the balcony, arms behind him as he also leaned against the balcony. Bruce and Alfred stood among them.
Jason sighed, arms sliding around (Y/N)’s waist as his chest compressed against her back. A small smile etched on his lips as he pressed them against her forehead. A chuckle escaped her mouth as her hands found his locked ones around her stomach. She pulled them apart, holding each of them and pulling them around her tightly.
The man laughed, kissing her earlobe and nuzzling her neck as he looked at the city.
“Five,” Alfred started,
“Four” Dick spoke with him.
“Three” Bruce and Tim joined in.
“Two” The rest joined in,
“One!” Everyone cheered. The next second, the fireworks lit up the sky with it’s beautiful array of colours.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” The girl whispered in amazement. Jason dipped down to whisper in her ear.
“You see? This is what I have the honour to see every single day when I look at you,”
The girl blushed, biting her lip to contain a shy smile.
“You dork,” She snorted, nudging him playfully.
As the fireworks slowly died down, the girl turned in her boyfriend’s embrace to cup his cheeks and pull his face down slowly with a grin.
“Happy New Year baby,” She nuzzled their noses together.
“Happy New Year sweetheart, I’m so grateful to spend yet another year with you,” He murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately.
“Aww baby bird is becoming so soft,” Dick’s voice cooed from behind them.
“Shut up,” Jason grumbled, pulling away.
“Oh, babe,” (Y/N) voice peeled his attention away from his annoying older brother.
“You didn’t wish them-”
“Oh yeah,” He turned back to his family.
“Happy New Year motherfuc-” The end of his sentence was muffled by his girlfriend’s hand over his mouth.
“Jason!” Bruce scolded, “thank you (Y/N)!”
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Little Exposure
Pairings: Sam x Age Regressed!Reader
Warnings: Age regression, fluff
Word Count: 1,201
Little Masterlist
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“We’ll take one room.” Dean said to the woman behind the desk.
“No, we’ll take two. Just a king for me.” You grumbled over him as you stepped up to the wood counter and slapped down a wad of cash without another word. Sam looked at you confused as you impatiently held your hand out for your room key. The moment the plastic key tag hit your palm, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the office with your duffle over your shoulder.
The hut you had just finished had been absolutely excruciating. You and the boys had met up to tackle a changing and no matter how hard you tried you had still lost 3 mothers and a child. Now that the dust of the case had settled the only thing you wanted to do was relax and forget. You found your room quickly, ducked inside and locked the door. The second the sound of the deadlock turning died in the room you let your other half take over.
An hour later, you were sitting on your bed with your chocolate brown teddy bear, Mr. Bear in your lap surrounded by coloring books and broken crayons completely lost in little space. The outside world no longer existed; monsters were something you colored in your books and the only thing you hunted was Minnie Mouse bandaids to cover the little cuts and scrapes you and Mr. Bear had. You had Peter Pan playing on your laptop and you were contently signing along to the words when a loud knock echoed through your room. Expecting your pizza, you didn’t bother to cover up your Monster’s Inc sleep shirt as you skipped over to the door.
“Here ya gooo…Oh!” You exclaimed as your sort-of boyfriend turned back around toward you. A smile spread across his face as he looked at your shirt and he chuckled.
“Well don’t you look cute, babe.” Sam teased. Your face flushed red and you tried to close the door but he stopped you. “Wait… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make fun…”
“It’s nothing.” You said dismissively as you tried once again to close the door to keep your secret hidden. The sudden sound of Following The Leader blaring from your laptop made you sigh and you threw your hands up in the air as the little side of you begged to be able to dance with the music. “It’s just… whatever, I guess.” you tried to vaguely explain as Sam hesitantly stepped into the room. His brows were furrowed as he took in the mess of books on your bed.
“What is all this?” He asked as you sat back down in the middle of the bed. You shrugged as you paused your movie and grabbed Mr. Bear. You sighed as tears welled in the backs of your eyes.
“I have Borderline Personality Disorder so when life gets too hard on me, I tend to slip into a regressed mentality; almost like a second personality taking over for a while. Well… actually, I tend to function most of the time in some sort of regressed state but that’s a whole different story.” Sam nodded as he took a seat in the chair at the table by the window.
“So is it like ‘are you gunna be daddy’s good girl’, spankings and kinky sex?” he inquired and you shuttered and shook your head.
“Not at all. A lot of that is main-stream media propaganda; though the daddy/caregiver part does carry over in a sense. Age regression is a coping mechanism for me. It’s kinda like… um, well say for this case, yea? With a case like this, your first thought is to go and take a long hot shower, eat a big meal and sleep it off.” You gestured to the cluster of chaos on the bed in front of you and shrugged. “This is kinda like my long hot shower. I let my little side take over and the “adult side” takes a break.” Sam nodded slowly as his eyes continued to look at the coloring books and stuff on your bed.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked after a minute as he finally looked back up at you. You gave him a half mouth smirk and cocked your eyebrow.
“Yea, Sam. I’m gunna tell a guy who depends on me to have his back that after the hunt, when he and his brother go to the bar, I’ll be having a tea party with Mr. Bear here.” You said as you held up your stuffed animal slightly. “It’s not something that most 20 somethings talk about with people they are kinda sorta dating.” Sam got up from the chair and walked over to the bed. He gently moved some coloring books out of the way before sitting down in front of you with a smile.
“If you think that because you have a little side as a coping mechanism is going to change how I feel about you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You looked up and met his eyes completely as a couple tears spilled over and he chuckled. “Come on, babe. We have been toeing that line of dating for two months and I already take care of you on hunts and when you are not in this mindset of yours. Did you honestly think I would turn you away because of this?” With a small shrug you hugged your bear to you and looked down.
“I just thought you would think it was weird.” You told him softly. Sam reached up and put his hand under your chin and gently lifted your face so you would look at him.
“It’s not weird, babe. While it is not in my typical wheelhouse, if it is something that makes you feel better at the end of the day, I think I can get on board the train.” You smiled and nodded weakly as Sam looked around the bed. “Now, you mentioned tea? I could go for some tea right about now.” The little in you leapt for joy and after only a moment of fighting it, you let her take over and you scrambled off the bed.
“You have to know. Mr. Bear makes the best tea in the whole wide world!” You exclaimed as you grabbed the small, broken, mismatched tea set from the bottom of your duffle. “But you have ta be careful because sometimes he makes it too hot.” You could see the slight look of unease at the situation for only a moment as Sam nodded before he let himself fall in to the caregiver role he saw you needed. You crawled back onto the bed with a bottle of water, a plastic teapot and one pink and one green tea cup. You handed him the small pink cup and grinned at how silly it looked in his large hand. “I’ll share my cup with you cuz Mr. Bear doesn’t like to share.”
“Well thank you for sharing with me.” You nodded as you pressed play on your laptop and with a smile plastered on your face, you let yourself get lost in the escape you needed.
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