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mechtober day 29: really proud of this one (got it in right before the tomorrow, too!)
#i’m too tired to do an image id i’m sorry#the mechanisms#mechtober 2022#i took however much time it was to write a bunch of shit on a bunch of papers then decide it was too cluttered and scrap most of em#jonny d'ville
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RippleClan: Moon 19
RippleClan and AshClan begin to consider peace.
[Image ID: Gorgestar and Downstar face Autumnstar. Downstar says, “We’ve had enough, Autumnstar. You’re going to listen.”]
From Downstar’s position, she had a clear view of Gorgestar and Bubblemoon, waiting quietly on their side of the border. AshClan territory was quiet, as it so often seemed to be. Bubblemoon helped his leader stretch his stiff back legs (Gorgestar’s sled, a bark board with leather straps to tie around his back, sat to the side). The round black and white tom eyed AshClan’s territory with stiff ears and claws peeking out of his paws. Gorgestar, meanwhile, was the symbol of serenity. Even as Bubblemoon rubbed his little-used muscles, he calmly studied the blinding light bouncing off the snow. With the sunrise clawing through AshClan’s trees, the world seemed ablaze.
A heavy clump of snow fell from a tree not too far from the SlugClan duo. Bubblemoon tensed, eyes locked on the suspect snow.
“Bubblemoon,” Gorgestar sighed, breathing deep, “if you don’t relax, he’ll know something is wrong.”
“I’m sorry, Gorgestar,” Bubblemoon groaned. “I’m worried. Not just for us, either. I’m worried about Downstar and Fennelspot and the rest of RippleClan, even AshClan!”
“Autumnstar is a stubborn tom who doesn’t want to admit that the Clans can’t be as insular and traditional as his ancestors wanted,” Gorgestar huffed. “Yet even he can listen to reason if we make him stop and sit a while.”
“Do you think he might attack us?” Bubblemoon gulped. The comment earned him a tired stare from Gorgestar.
“You’re the cleric of a Clan Autumnstar greatly respects,” Gorgestar said, bumping heads with the skittish tom. “I’m the soggy lump of leather that’s saved his torn flank from more than a few disasters. Autumnstar is a fierce and traditional leader, but he’s not rabid. He’ll be mad, yes, but he’ll have someone else to throw claws with.” Bubblemoon glanced at Downstar’s hiding place, but Gorgestar smacked his paw.
A few moments later, an orange figure appeared within AshClan territory. Downstar tensed as Autumnstar drew toward the SlugClan border. Gorgestar and Bubblemoon spotted Autumnstar soon after Downstar. Autumnstar’s paws crunched the wet snow under him as he stood on the border’s edge. Gorgestar pulled himself up to Autumnstar, with what little movement his back legs still retained helping him reach Autumnstar’s frost-bitten nose. The nose touch was quick and polite, but Autumnstar’s face made it clear he expected the greeting to be longer.
“Gorgestar, Bubblemoon,” Autumnstar hummed, nodding to each of the toms. “I appreciate that you called this meeting. It’s always a pleasure to get the wisdom of a noble leader like yourself.”
“I’m glad you agreed to stop by the border,” Gorgestar said. “Have you been busy since the last Gathering?”
“Somewhat,” Autumnstar said with a flick of an ear. “We’ve mostly dealt with trespassers and troublemakers. I’ve meant to warn your Clan, Gorgestar, a human hunting party set up camp in our territory. They may wander into your lands.”
“I got a sign about them,” Bubblemoon said softly. He stared at Autumnstar’s chest, even as the orange and white leader tried to catch his eye.
“I can only assume your Clan is working on a plan to drive them out?” Gorgestar sighed.
“They should move on in a couple days,” Autumnstar said as he stretched his back legs. “If not, we have ways to frighten them back to their dens.”
“On the subject of trespassers, Autumnstar,” Gorgestar huffed, “I wanted to talk to you about a young cat who visited my Clan shortly after the Gathering.”
Usually, the SlugClan leader’s tone was airy and a little louder than need be. Yet as he spoke, his voice dropped and sucked in everyone nearby. Downstar remembered that particular effect well from her caretaker days. Autumnstar’s tail danced over the packed snow, leaving soft lines behind it. Downstar’s legs grew sore and Bubblemoon’s tail went stiff.
“They came to me to discuss the safety of their friends and family,” Gorgestar said. “I sent them home without an escort. They didn’t make it home, Autumnstar.”
“The cream-colored cat,” Autumnstar sighed. He closed his eyes. His breath clouded around his whiskers.
“Their name was Locustseeker,” Gorgestar huffed. Bubblemoon sat taller at the dead cat’s name. Downstar’s claws ached to fly into action.
“They were trespassing on our territory,” Autumnstar huffed, opening his eyes. He paced up and down the border as he spoke. “My patrol had the right to pursue.”
“Not to kill!” Bubblemoon finally snapped. He stood right on the border and made their fluffy coat look bigger. He still paled in comparison to Autumnstar, though. “The Code of Spilled Blood—“
“Doesn’t apply to rogues,” Autumnstar growled. Downstar had enough. It was time to reveal herself.
A snowball slipped from the branches of the spruce beside Autumnstar. Autumnstar stared into the pines and met Downstar’s eyes glittering within the stark shadows. She flew from the tree with a warrior’s yowl. Autumnstar swiftly dodged her. Downstar landed in the sinking snow and easily slipped into a fighting stance, her bristling fur making her twice as big. Autumnstar took a moment to realize just who had fallen from the tree and then glared at Gorgestar with a look of both anger and hurt.
“Gorgestar!” Autumnstar yowled. “You invited me to an ambush?”
“I invited you to a meeting,” Gorgestar huffed, pulling himself to Downstar’s side. “A meeting with two leaders. This hostility between your Clans needs to end.”
“We’ve had enough, Autumnstar,��� Downstar growled, claws sinking into the snow. “You’re going to listen.”
“Why should I?” Autumnstar snapped. “StarClan doesn’t want you, Downdapple.” Gorgestar and Downstar squirmed at the name.
“But you know they do!” Bubblemoon whined. “They spoke to all the clerics. They approve of RippleClan.”
“And yet just a moon prior, my cleric got a sign saying the opposite,” Autumnstar growled. “Do you really think StarClan would change its opinion in a single moon?”
“They do when you kill your own Clanmates,” Downstar hissed.
“I did what I had to,” Autumnstar said, “just as I always do.” His back paws shifted, acting as Downstar’s only clue of the impending assault. Gorgestar flailed back as Autumnstar slammed into Downstar. The tortoiseshell leader moved in time to avoid Autumnstar’s full strength, but he still caught her back legs. As her flank collapsed under Autumnstar’s weight, she spun around and swiped at his shoulders.
“Your own Clan wants to move on!” Downstar yowled, ducking under Autumnstar’s paw. “Why not let them?”
“Because the longer you’re around, the less my Clan has to survive!” Autumnstar roared. “You’ll take fish from our river—” He kicked Downstar in the stomach— “Scare prey from our land—” He smashed her head into the ground, sending her teeth through her tongue— “And bring the next great threat right to our camp!” Before Downstar could push herself up, Autumnstar churned his hind paws up and down Downstar’s spine.
“Autumnstar, enough!” Gorgestar hissed. He dragged himself toward the fight, but Bubblemoon pressed into his shoulder, urging him back.
“It’s only a matter of time before you invite a rogue into your midst who’ll threaten us all,” Autumnstar hissed, leaning into Downstar’s ear. Her head spun and her thoughts fluttered too quickly for her to catch, making her slow to realize what Autumnstar planned to do. “It’s my duty as a true leader to stop that.”
Sharp fangs bit into the back of Downstar’s neck as though she were a piece of prey. Just like prey, she was gone before Autumnstar let go.
[Image ID: Locustseeker faces Downstar, saying “Tell Autumnstar I say hello.” Under Downstar, it says LIVES LEFT: 8]
For a while, it was like Downstar was asleep. She felt and thought of nothing. She would have thought it peaceful, had she had the state of mind to consider such things. However, as she suspected, her senses soon awoke in a gentle wave of warmth and splashing water.
Downstar laid on a coarse beach, her tail touching the edge of the ocean’s lapping waves. The sun danced above the horizon and made a beautiful yellow line over the ocean. The forest stretched beyond the beach, with distant mountains framing the land. A cream-colored cat sat beside Downstar, purring. Their fur shimmered in the sunrise.
“One life down, eight to do,” Locustseeker purred.
Downstar hurried to stand. Oddly enough, the dizziness and pain that had enveloped her a short time before was gone. She checked her back, but there was no sign of Autumnstar’s claws digging into her well-toned muscle. She supposed that was to be expected.
“Apparently, when you die,” Locustseeker explained as Downstar checked herself over, “you have to spend a minute in StarClan to recover. I argued with your daughter, but I got to be the one to greet you. Thanks for the name!”
“You deserved it,” Downstar said softly, braving herself to meet Locustseeker’s eyes. Without an apprentice name, they truly looked like an adult. When they left camp, they looked so young, though…
“I know Dad’s mad about me not having a grave to visit,” Locustseeker sighed, “but can you please tell him that’s not important? Just visit Twinekit’s grave if he misses me.” Downstar nodded dumbly. She sat beside the fallen apprentice and stared at the sea. Why had the Clans never thought to move eastward? She had lived by the coast for almost two years, and couldn’t imagine anything else now. How strange.
“One last thing before you go back,” Locustseeker said, drawing Downstar’s eye. Locustseeker’s whiskers twitched as they held back a laugh. Mischief twinkled in their gaze. “Tell Autumnstar I say hello.”
Somehow, coming back to life was more painful than dying. Downstar found herself gasping as pain rippled down her back and her body found itself no longer sitting on a warm beach but laying in cold, red snow. The snow sunk into her fur and chilled her skin. Autumnstar faced Gorgestar and Bubblemoon, clearly in the midst of a deep argument. However, as Downstar scrambled for breath, Autumnstar froze. Bubblemoon raced around the AshClan leader and skidded up to Downstar.
“Take deep breaths, Downstar,” Bubblemoon cooed. “StarClan’s healed most of your wounds, but you still have some scraps down your back. Take a minute.” Downstar groaned as the pain settled through her bones. Bubblemoon groomed her fur the wrong way to warm her up.
“You’re alive,” Autumnstar gasped in the softest voice Downstar had ever heard from the rampaging leader.
“Nine lives, Autumnstar,” Downstar coughed. Autumnstar stared at her without blinking, taking in every breath and twitch.
“You really thought StarClan rejected her?” Gorgestar sighed. Autumnstar’s breath quickened. His ears tilted so far back, Downstar thought they would go through his head. Before Downstar could think up another clever retort, Autumnstar raced over the border. The sound of his paws slamming into the wet snow lasted long after he vanished.
“Not how I expected that to end,” Downstar sighed, “but I’ll take it.”
(Downstar: 78, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)
(Locustseeker: 12, nonbinary (they/them), historian apprentice, troublesome, moss-ball hunter)
RippleClan is free of whitecough. As Fennelspot warns the Clan of future whitecough signs, Rustshade notices how beautiful his eyes are.
[Image ID: Rustshade, Puddlespeckle, and Burdockcreek look up at Fennelspot in the upper left corner as he says, “And for StarClan’s sake, please don’t cough on other cats!”]
(Fennelspot: 76, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)
(Rustshade: 63, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)
(Burdockcreek: 13, male, historian, competitive, learner of lore)
(Puddlespeckle: 145, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)
#warrior cats#clangen#rippleclan#warriors#rippleclan story#downstar#autumnstar#bubblemoon#gorgestar#locustseeker#rustshade#fennelspot
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[Image ID: A reply from the-last-knight-of-avalir, reading: Hi! I can't really talk a lot rn bc very tired after work but I'm sorry to hear that you are not well and I wish you all the good things! I adore your art and your headcannons make me feel seen as a nd person Also, do you think Caleb is nd coded? I see a LOT of autistic traits in him, including the ones that I have myself. Like, I imprinted on him within like, ten minutes after Liam opened his mouth bc even just the vibe was sooo relatable. End ID.]
hi :-o . glad you like them ;w;; thankyou
yes caleb nd coded for sure, specifically autistic coded. 100%. im pretty sure (cant find screenshot) that liam has even addressed this saying it wasn’t on purpose but if people want caleb to be autistic then he is, basically, something like that. so... its canon to me. i lov all his routines and things.. hell yea caleb count all your coin and organise your spell components and rearrange your cat figures!!! omg i just remembered abt a conversation in one episodes, i cant remember at all which, between caleb and cad where they both finish talking and are both like O_O ok i dont want to speak anymore that was too much talking (or something to that vibe) , and leave kjnkankskfjsk autism moment
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I’m currently hyperfixated on Ross and I HAD to write this idea I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE ID COMMIT SO MANY CRIMES FOR HIM AND MOREE!!!!
I’ll show an art piece me and a friend at school worked on sometime, plus the image we based it off of! But for now here’s a lil fic since I love him ❤️❤️ *hyperfixates*
Pairing: Ross x Male Reader
Content: reader is obv around the same age (not specified what age), 2nd pov (will try 3rd pov sometime soon), morning cuddles, just pure fluff with my favourite boy <;3
Summary: You and the hatzgang are hanging out until it gets dark. Everyone has to leave, but Ross invites you to have a sleepover at his place, since his mom isn’t home.
Proofread: Mostly.
That cold fall air breezed around your face and ears, you noticed it was getting chillier everyday. But when you were with your friends, you always felt warm inside, like you were cared for. Ross, Roy, and Robert were your only friends at the moment. They were pretty cool, you were transferred to their school about a year ago and you all have been best friends since then. But Ross seemed to have caught your heart. Just every time you looked him in the eye… you were like a deer in headlights. Staring into those deep dark eyes that gave you comfort.
“Y/n? Y/n! Did you hear me?” Roy looked up at you expectantly, his arms crossed and a frown on his face along with furrowed brows. Robert was leaning against the slide at the playground, while Ross sat on one of the steps. You were standing idly in the middle of them while Roy talked off about something you weren’t paying attention to…
Shoot, you were zoning out again.
“Uh- yeah, yeah.” You responded quickly.
“Good. So when?”
“What? When what?” Roy sighed dramatically as he stomped his foot on the ground, clearly frustrated. “When are you allowed to go out for trick or treating with us?! Gosh, you never listen!”
Oh, so that’s what he was talking about. “Oh- sorry man, uh, my parents said that I’m allowed to go out at 7.” You stuffed one of your hands in your pockets as you scratched the back of your neck with the other.
“Good! Now you better come trick or treating with us!” Roy whined. You internally sighed, you were really tired and spacing out… you feel like you could just collapse right now.
“Okay, so I’ve gotta go home now before my mom gets mad. I’ll see you guys later.” Roy started to walk off.
“Hey, I’ve gotta get going too, but it was nice hanging out with you guys.” Robert grabbed his skateboard and started to follow Roy the way back to his house.
“Well… guess it’s just us then.” You said to Ross, shifting your gaze towards him. “Yeah, guess so…” There was a long pause before you sat down next to him on the metal steps.
“So.. what’s been on your mind lately?” Ross tilted his face slightly towards you. “Hm?”
“You’ve been.. zoning out a lot, this week.” You rested your wrists on your knees. “Oh, I dunno, just been really tired I guess..” In that moment, your eyes felt extremely heavy.
“You wanna come sleepover at my place? My mom is gonna be working pretty late tonight.” You looked at him, almost being captivated by his looks. “Oh.. yeah, of course. My parents are gone too. I mean, uh, they’re just busy..” Ross smiled softly at that. “Great. Wanna go now?”
You nodded as he got up and started walking towards his house, you trying to keep the same pace as him. You two talked all the way about whatever you were gonna do or homework until you finally got to his house 15 minutes later.
Stepping into his cozy house and kicking your shoes off, it was way better than being out there. You settled down on his couch and immediately felt sleepy, a force pulling your body to the soft leather couch. Ross kept most of the lights off, except for a lamp next to the couch.
He turned on his PS4 and sat next to you, grabbing the controller and selecting a game. “You can fall asleep while I play video games, if you want.” You yawned in response. “Sounds good..” You leaned your body into him as he shifted into a comfortable position.
“If you ever get scared or something, you can always come to my room..” He said a bit sheepishly. But in response you nodded, folding your arms and leaning back in your hoodie as you slowly drifted off in just a few minutes, the background noise of the tv playing in the distance…
You opened your eyes slowly to see darkness. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, trying to look around the room. It was a little dark to see, but you noticed the lamp next to the couch and switched it on. You tried to remember what happened...
Right, your at Ross' house. You were watching him play video games before you went to sleep. But you weren't lying down? Maybe he just put you in a more comfortable position. Didn't matter though, you needed to know what time it was.
It clearly wasn't morning yet, but now you felt like you couldn't go back to sleep, so you remembered what Ross said.
"You can always come to my room.." Now you were tempted to. But you didn't really wanna bother him. Then again, Ross is super chill, especially around you. You said why not and walked upstairs to his room.
Walking up to his door, you were nervous, but slowly creaked it open. "Ross?" You softly called out. The response you got was a "Mmh?" You felt bad for waking him, but you couldn't sleep.
"Can I uh, can I sleep with you?" You couldn't see his face but you could see the outline of him sleeping, just barely. Everything was dark.
"Yeah, of course." He sounded more awake but still tired. You just said a soft 'thanks' and walked towards his bed, and pulled yourself under the blanket.
You woke up to a strange warmth, opening your eyes to the sun glaring in your eyes through bedroom curtains. It must’ve been early. You looked around to see Ross next to you, cuddling up to you.
You were flustered, to say the least - you didn’t know why you were enjoying the closeness of him. Were you..crushing on Ross?
You never really thought of it like that. Maybe in the back of your mind sometimes, but you never saw yourself with Ross. But your heart warmed at the thought of it.
But.. would he ever be interested in you? You didn’t even know if he was into guys, you never asked, nor did he tell you, but now you felt like you needed to know.
You guys never really talked much about this kind of stuff, but now you sort of wish you had. For now though, you decided to embrace this moment, and hold Ross close until you fell back asleep.
Waking up once again, Ross was shifting beside you, him clearly awake. He wasn’t holding onto you anymore, still really close but his arms were no longer around you.
You secretly longed for his touch, but stayed quiet about it, sitting up and stretching before turning to Ross.
“Morning.” You said. He smiled at you. “Good morning.” He said back in a groggy voice. He also got up and stretched before hopping off the bed, walking towards his bedroom door.
“Want breakfast?” You nodded in response and got up along with him, following him downstairs. Walking into the kitchen and sitting on one of the chairs at the table, he asked if you wanted waffles.
You obviously said yes (who wouldn’t?/j) and munched on some together. After breakfast was finished, Ross asked when you wanted to leave.
“My parents will be home late, I’ll stay for a bit til we can hang out with Roy and Rob.” He nodded in response.
“You wanna listen to some Korn in my room? Just.. chill?” You smiled and nodded, following him upstairs.
The two of you spent the next hour relaxing in his room as he played Korn songs on his stereo. You enjoyed his company, and he enjoyed yours.
For now, you were fine with just how you were. But maybe one day you’d tell him about your feelings? It was nothing to worry about right now. For now you could just relax with him.
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I was listening to Korn while writing the last bit of this so I just decided to add it in somehow lol. Got longer than I expected but I’m kinda proud of it. May have gotten a little worse towards the end, but it’s all good.
Part 2? :)
#ross spooky month#hatzgang#hatzgang x reader#spooky month x reader#spooky month#ross sm#ross sm x reader#hatzgang ross#echo writes
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For a Mrs Maisel prompts, Midge and Lenny pretending to be married again?
She walks into the hospital, heart pounding in her chest, hands clammy, heels clicking loudly against the floor.
“I’m here to see Lenny Bruce,” she says, her voice shaking.
“You family?” the nurse at the desk inquires, barely bothering to look up from the charts she’s reading.
She’s young, younger than Midge, but her eyes are puffy and tired behind her horn-rimmed glasses.
“I’m his wife,” Midge lies.
She doesn’t even think about what she’s saying, the words just come out of her.
“I need to see some ID.”
She reaches for her purse mechanically — she’s in a daze, unable to think. She pulls out her cabaret license.
“This says Maisel on it.”
“That’s my ex-husband — please, I —“
“I need to see some valid ID, ma’am, I’m sorry.”
She rummages through her wallet, trying to find something, anything, without Joel’s fucking last name on it. She sees a rounded green edge.
“Is my library card ok?”
It’s probably not, she thinks. She wasn’t even married yet the last time she used it.
“What name’s on it?”
“…Weissman.”
The girl just stares.
“My maiden name,” she clarifies.
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you in unless you have some ID with—“ she glances at the library card again, “— Miriam Bruce written on it.”
Despite her anguish, a tiny corner of her mind has the time to fixate on the words “Miriam Bruce”. She pushes the thought away.
“Please, what can I do?” She pleads. “Can you at least tell me if Lenny — my husband — is ok?”
The girl sighs and rubs her eyes.
“He’ll be fine. He’s sleeping now. When he wakes up, he can sign a paper confirming you’re his wife and you can see him.”
Midge nods.
“Alright.”
—
“Mr. Bruce?”
Lenny is awake now, but just barely. There’s an attendant standing next to him, holding a clipboard.
“Your wife asked to see you —“
“Midge?”
It takes him a second to connect the words that came out of his mind with the reality of where he is. He’d just been dreaming that they were married, but they’re not. He’s in a hospital room in California, not in her Upper West Side apartment. He is alone.
He doesn’t hear what the attendant is saying, just signs on the line without reading and falls asleep again immediately. He dreams about being with her again — they go to the Catskills, and their kids play together. Then he wakes up, and reality is a fucking nightmare.
He closes his eyes again, trying to go back to the sweet relief of his morphine dreams. He comes in and out of sleep, the image of Midge in a wedding gown like a blinking light in his consciousness. He chases after it, but the harder he does the faster it fades, surrendering to the fluorescent lights and the smell of disinfectant.
A nurse appears at the door.
“Your wife is here,” she says.
It’s the second time they’ve said the word wife — was the dream a memory? Has he entered a universe in which he really is married to Midge? He looks at his hand. No ring. What is the truth?
He blinks, or maybe dozes off for a second, because the next thing he sees is her, standing next to his bed, holding his hand and staring at him.
“If anybody asks, we’re married. They would only let family in to see you.”
“You could have gone with sister,” he mumbles.
She doesn’t answer, and the last thing he sees before closing his eyes again is a glimpse of her face, disappointed and hurt. He dreams of her again, but her expression is haunting him in his sleep too: she tosses her ring in the lake and says she’s never loved him.
The next time he wakes up, she’s gone.
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[Video ID: Gorg, a tall blue mech, runs forward brandishing the blunt grip end of his tank gun. He lifts the whole long gun upwards by the barrel before striking down on the top of a tank. The original sound of the tank being hit is replaced with a coconut bonk stock sound. End ID.]
Always Gorgin' time at Mox(ter)'s
Aficionado número uno del Pavo Tecnicolor (al menos en el Occidente supongo), con yo mismo a partir de ahora conocido como un Archaditz!
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Mox(ter) reporting. Some things you might want to know. Or not ┐(´ー｀)┌
Things that keep me up at night: The camaraderie of the Autobots in Armada. Japanese punk and rock artists hitting Rs with that guttural growl. Trying to make up transforming figures in my head that don't exist for certain characters and getting pissed the next morning because I don't have them. Only thing stopping me is lack of access to a resin printer.
I am Mox/Moxter and have been a bot nerd since I was an anklebiter. Mostly gung-ho about other stuff like practical effects, costuming, figures/models, 3D modelling, old tech, lizards, and birding. I do art a little too, but I’m not too fond of the idea of putting it out on here quite yet. I mainly study tech communications, visual effects, and language. Couple years of Spanish but also picking up and learning bits of Japanese and Welsh when I can. I apologize beforehand if you see my dumb ass getting long-winded about Tailgate (full reason being too long to explain here).
I’m generally invested into anything related to toy design— mostly TakaraTomy, HasTak, and Sunrise bot stuff is my focus though. I am hooked on the design development surrounding Binaltech and Alternators for better or worse. And wouldn't you know, a bunch of car robots helped me to realize what I should re-prioritize my career track to be; that's the power of my dumb special interest at work
( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧.
Got tired of updating which music artists I like at the moment, but I tend to stick to ELO, Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra, hip hop, rock, J-punk, ska, funk, and EDM. I don’t mind getting music recs. Delighted owner to my little shit of a gecko. A lot of what I reblog is aesthetic posts, robotic nonsense, and other things. If you want to go ahead and block some of my tags, I’ve got a list of them linked in my pinned post. I try to put alt tags in the majority of images I upload. May need a poke on that though once in a while because I can’t remember everything.
There will sometimes be 18+ content. It will be tagged or marked under community labels as such. I don’t want complaining when the tools are right there to prune out stuff. Block the tags, block me, or go on your own way.
I have an affinity for and somehow keep crushing on turbonerd robots in STEM and medicine.
It keeps happening.
Ok, but like, Archadis and Airazor too. Birdman, birdwoman? Man, I don’t care... I’m just bi and giddy. If you get bothered by that kind of thing, I will probably piss you off. r/transformers or some specialty forum like Seibertron is probably more your speed.
Don’t be stupidly obnoxious around here; shit-stirrers get Gorg'd:
If you slander bugs, reconsider.
Please do not ask me my pronouns. Like, sorry, but I don’t know you. At least talk to me for a good while and wait before asking? Just use my name and no they/them-ing me if we aren't all too familiar, that's all I ask.
Things I like or have watched/read. Not exhaustive. Strong favorites are bolded.
Games
Bomb Rush Cyberfunk
Destiny (Well, it was good up until every update following Witch Queen)
Fallout 1, NV, 4
Final Fantasy VII
Halo
Lethal League Blaze
Mass Effect
Rhythm Heaven
Subnautica
Titanfall
ULTRAKILL
Comic Stuff
Astro Boy
Atomic Robo
Dai Dark
Dorohedoro
Hellboy/BPRD
IDW Transformers
Transformers Linkage
Kaiju No. 8
Kamen Rider Kuuga (2019)
Shows
Brave series: Might Gaine, J-Decker
Cromartie High School
Farscape
FMA 2003
Giant Gorg
Lupin the III
Kamen Rider: Ichigo, Gaim, Zero-One
Stargate
Transformers: G1, JG1, BW, JBW, Unicron Trilogy, Prime, RID 2015, Cyberverse, Earthspark
My MAL profile (I forget to update it though)
Blocked and still rooting through here?
I applaud your tenacity, but I don't get it. Have a little cheer in your life and go watch Kamen Rider or Medabots or smth.
Signing out.
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Yesss omg I'm sure I'll have like a novel written about all my thoughts of the movie after watching it!! And toge with the spikey hair OOOF I was not prepared when I saw that image for the first time 😭 its tragic that there's no mahito or sukuna in the movie but I heard that toge gets a decent amount of screen time so that makes up for it ❤ I'm also interested in seeing yuta, from what I've seen in pictures he looks sad and tired which is right up my alley lol
SPEAKING OF 👀 Funouhan is also right up my alley, outside of anime horror is my fav AND sexy wicked guys is my all time favorite breed of men as you know so it sounds perfect 😍 I read what it's about and if I could just convince him to murder this pussy instead of another person that would be great 🖤
YESS MAHITO LITERALLY WOULD DO THAT JUST TO BE MEAN omg I've thought about this so much 😭 the fact that he can do anything to his body drives me clinically insane like he definitely would increase his size until you're crying not able to physically take anymore. And one word. MONSTERFUCKING. Like you know how they usually have different shaped dicks like some have ridges or like suckers ig you could call them? Like the possibilities are ENDLESS he could do ANYTHING and the thing is he WOULD too like you know this man would lay awake at night thinking of all the ways he could fuck you up, experimenting different things
I'm so excited to start aot now that I know you love it I will definitely be sharing ALL my thoughts on it LOL. I dont know much about it other than 1: I know for a fact I'm gonna wanna fuck a titan like its inevitable for me lmaoo and 2: they eventually gave it a metal opening song which is literally the COOLEST THING IVE EVER HEARD!? More animes should have metal opening and closing songs fr I'm sick of watching a dramatic badass episode and then having a cutesy pop song at the end lol. Also you dont have to worry about me watching anything dubbed I would rather die LOL. And for Levi I always thought Ok I could see myself liking him but then recently I saw a picture of him like all bandaged up or something ? and I was like WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE 👀😍 levi just looks mean (idk if he is he just looks it) and like he wouldn't take any shit and I appreciate that ❤ like definitely not the type to put up with a brat. idk if you've seen mha but how you feel about levi is how I feel about dabi LOL hes definitely my most specialist boy 😭 if you havent tho I recommend watching it but stay away from the fandom its literally the fucking worst 🤢
I definitely appreciated the tiktoks and it is motivating me even more to thirst over levi 🥰 definitely dont want him to put me in my place or anything 👀
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRyYXqpD/
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRyYwXd4/ IM SORRY I HAD TO BSGHAHA
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRyYoX28/
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRyYTKgK/
I keep forgetting to tag myself as jjk anon LOL but you always know it's me 🥰
YES I WILL BE SAD THAT THEYRE NOT IN IT but give toge screen time challenge 😤😤😤 baby boy deserves love and praise!!
OMG YES if you do read it there is a scene where you get to see him… cough cough in action (and I don’t mean killing 🤭)
I want to fuck LOTS of the titans okay don’t even feel bad once you’re into it we can talk ALL ABOUT IT and you may even inspire me to write some Titan fucking ❤️❤️
LEVI IS SO STRICT one of the things I love about him 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️ he’s such a good brat tamer I SWEAR
I HAVE TO ADMIT I WATCHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF MHA AND I DIDNT LIKE IT but dabi has been on my radar because he’s very sexy so I am thinking about watching it for him if nothing else 😭 BUT FEEL FREE TO SEND ME THINGS ABOUT HIM ID LOVE TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR MANS EVEN IF I DONT WATCH THE SHOW
PLEASE THESE TIKTOKS ARE GOLDEN
I’m such a sucker for worm mahito 🥰 I’m sorry that I would also fuck the worm
I’m watching demon slayer now! Do you have thoughts? 🤔
DONT WORRY METHINKS I CAN TELL!
#jjk nonnie !#ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU#one of the mahito squad gb fics is almost halfway done 😶
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sometimes when I look down at my own body, it feels like my eyes are deeper inside my head, like the insides of my skull are all trapped in a misshapen frame. I feel terribly sick sometimes, like my body is thoroughly infested by parasites that squirm underneath every inch of skin, but even as I feel this way, my breathing remains regular, I feel no discomfort, other than the faintest burn of anxiety in my chest. Sometimes, when I write online, I like to imagine that my words and works of art are the only proof I exist, that my physical body and the consequences it has on the world aren’t there. Is that the same as wanting death, or is it that I don’t want life? Is that statement no more deep and emotionally resonant than some bullshit that gets posted on one of those “images with deep meanings” social media accounts? Am I allowed to have pretentious feelings? I don’t actually care. If I’m a pretentious person, then I am- Ah shit. The parasites in my arms are shifting. They’ve mad my arms too far away from my torso. I imagine the parasites are like black leeches, except they don’t leech anything. The leeches are fed and tired, they’ve taken all they can. I ate well when I was younger, and now I’m nice, healthy and tall, just like I shouldn’t be. I wish I could vomit the parasites out, and then maybe I’d look how I want. Maybe id look worse though. That’s the scariest part. They say they use leeches for healing, but what if something healed the wrong way? What would you do if you cut your arm badly and an eye grew from inside the cut? What would you do if you lost an illness, only to discover that the way everyone else lives is worse? Don’t answer, unless you want to. Are you concerned about me? You can be if you want to. It’s a human emotion. I’m sorry, but I’m not.
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In the most autistic way possible I’m going to explain a thing that people do sometimes that drives me insane:
Venn Diagram Example Time, Baby
I’m too tired to do an image ID, sorry, but the summary is that in a group of 3 (familiar with each other) people talking, there are topics that everyone knows everyone in the group can contribute to.
Yet, often, people like to pair off and talk about things that only pertain to 2 people in the group, which leaves the 3rd person out.
Then, they never come back to a topic that they know the 3rd person can add to. Basically, the 3rd person becomes the conversational 3rd wheel.
And then the 3rd person dies
(hyperbole)
#jess rambles#shower thoughts#I’m not autistic *makes a Venn diagram dissecting a rough social interaction*#and the funny things is I can never tell when someone is doing it accidentally or on purpose#hopefully most of the time it’s an accident and not malicious#anyway#what are ur thots#edit: changed the wording bc autistic people are not immune to this either lol
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Pillow Talk
A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main
AO3 Link
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.
Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining
Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.
He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--
With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.
Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.
Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.
Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.
It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.
The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.
A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.
“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.
“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.
You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”
“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”
“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”
Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.
“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”
“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.
“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”
A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.
The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.
Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.
“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.
Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”
There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”
A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.
“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.
“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”
Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.
After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”
This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.
“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”
Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.
“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”
“Would you like instruction, pet?”
“That might help, yeah.”
Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.
“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.
“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”
“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”
You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”
Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”
A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”
“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.
“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”
Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”
There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.
“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”
Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”
For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.
“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”
He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.
The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.
As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.
“Are you still there?”
Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”
“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.
The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?
“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.
A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.
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collab with : @sunflowerdaisybee
so glad we could do this!!
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Stop I live for this type of stuff :D also if you like it enough id love to do a part 2 !!
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Dad, but not
SECOND PART \\ THIRD PART
platonic!ranboo x dad!reader
pronouns: he/him
summary: Ranboo's dad (reader) is in town.
You raised Ranboo, like a father would to a child. Although, you weren't his birth-father, or related to him in anyway possible, he still considered you his dad. You had gon through all of his accomplishments with himHe’d brag about you on and no on stream, and when chat would ask to mean you, he'd flat out reject their request with a hard no…. seriously, there's a compilation of it on youtube. He had told you this previously, but soon enough, he would be leaving for the UK to meet up with his friends, you remember their names. Tommy, Tubbo, and Philza. You think back to it.
“I wish you could come with me, dad. You and Phil would get along well…. Probably.” He had said, and you smiled at the thought, it was funny to you. Meeting up with your… kid’s friends and having nothing to talk about. “What would we talk about? I don’t enjoy playing Minecraft like those people.” You spoke, laughing as Ranboo groaned. You laughed whole-heartedly again as you heard the banging on his desk. It was probably his fist. You’d yet to hell him, but you’d be going to Europe for a business trip in a few weeks. Actually, it was the same week as him. It was just 2 days off that your company scheduled the flight. You were ready to tell him, but you heard his “Streaming alarm” go off, so you had to wait.
Your thoughts were ripped away from you by a ping from your phone. You smiled as you looked at it, it was Ranboo and his friend, Tubbo, in the car. Poor kid, he was too tall for the car so he had to slouch down a mile. It made you laugh, so you sent a simple text, being tired and not knowing how to work the phone well enough when you’re sleepy.
My kid sent a message at 6:13am, 9/14/21
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You sent a message at 6:15am, 9/14/21
Lol, happy you’re happy, kid. Keep making me laugh and I won’t be able to sleep.
My kid sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21
JNKJNA LOVE YOY TO DAAD
You sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21
Grammar, you’re smart.
My kid sent a message at 6:17am, 9/14/21
Ok grandpa, love you too. 🙄
You sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21
That’s my boy. Love ya’, kid. ❤
You smiled at your phone, falling asleep shortly after. You’d need it for the 12 hour plane ride.
You woke up tired, there was still 3 hours left on the plane ride. The sun was shining in your face and you could see the clouds close up. You unplugged your phone from the airplane’s charger and chuckled as you saw the notifications. “7 unread messages from him? Jeez kid, I was asleep.” You laughed again as you read the messages. “Met with Tommy, watched a movie, cat… jeez, updating me on every part of your life, aren’t we.” you mumbled. It was funny, so the person beside you laughed. “Sorry, sorry, I heard your mumbling and I thought it was funny, I’m Kristin.” The woman smiled and held out her hand for a handshake. You contoured your body to shake her hand. She smiled and laughed again, shaking her head.
You smiled at the woman, and decided to start a conversation. “So,” you started, “Why are you headed to England?” She smiled, opening her phone. “Well, I’m on my way to see my husband. Just doing a surprise visit, then heading back to work in America.” She spoke, pulling up an image of her husband. ‘He looks familiar…’ You thought before it hit you. “Oh… my lord..” You dragged out, smiling. “Do you know Ranboo? Has your husband talked about him?” You asked. She looked confused, but nodded. You smiled even wider, happy about this situation. “I’m Ranboo’s dad. Well, not biologically, but I know he talks about me in his streams.” Kristin’s eyes lit up in delight and realization, and you two started talking while exchanging phone numbers in the process.
By the time you all stopped talking, the plane had landed and you were both smiling messes. You were happy to be seated by someone who could understand living with a streamer. “Bye Kristin!” You yelled as she walked to her car. Your face blossomed with a smile as she turned around and waved back. You went to the baggage claim area, walking to go get your [color] bag. You grinned as you saw your bag, the doodles from ranboo were littered on the [color] bag. Speed walking over to it, you picked it up and set it on the floor. Adjusting the backpack that was settled on your shoulders, you grabbed the suitcase’s handle and sped off to find your company’s rental car. You walked through the crowds, laughing as you could see over almost everyones’ head. You were really tall amongst these people, at the raging height of 6’2.
You smirked as you reached your company’s car, biting the inner part of your lips. You hopped into the car, it was a Subaru, so this should be fun. You drove right out of the parking garage and sped to your hotel. Once you go there, unpacking all of your things, you decide to walk around the town. You were feeling pretty hungry after only being able to eat crummy plane food, so you wme with your next best bet. Although, throughout this whole time, you didn't tell Ranboo that you would be in England. You only realized this when you heard him. “Y/N?” Your eyes shot open, and you turned around to face him. You could see his confused smile through his mask. “Y/N?” He asked again, and this time you walked right to him, dragged him down, and nuggied his head. “Kid! You scared the crap outta me!” You yelled. Ranboo was hitting your hand, wanting you to let go.
“Hey, man. Get off our friend.” A dark voice spoke. You turned to look at who it was, but a wave of surprise hit you. It was Tommy, with Tubbo and Wilbur behind him. You frowned and flicked Ranboo on his forehead. His hands rushed to cover the spot. “Ow! What the hell, dad?!” The confusion and relief washed over the group’s faces. They know you're not a stranger, but you're his dad? Realization hit Tubbo before anyone else. “Wait!! You're the guy ranboo always talks about on streams!” He shouted. Tommy and Wilbur realized this as well, and smiled. “Oh yeah, I should probably introduce myself.” You started, clearing your throat. “I’m Ranboo's dad…. but not.” You said. The 3 boys gave a roar of laughter to that sentence, and you had to give your two cents of chuckles as well. These next weeks are gonna be amazing.
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Part 2 of my @daredevilexchange Daredevil + Defender Exchange Piece for @hehearse!
Part 1
Also available on Ao3 once the collection is revealed!
Image IDs are on Ao3, separately in chapter 2 and also under the cut!
[Image Description: Page 12 - 6 panels
Panel 1 - Back in reality (that is, Matt’s office), Kirsten, still seated on the edge of Matt’s desk, crosses her arms and appears to be thinking. Matt, slouching down in his chair, looks up in alarm.
Kirsten: “Hm.”
Matt: “... What does that sound mean?”
Panel 2 - Matt leaps to his feet, looking upset and slams his hands down on his desk, sending his office chair rocking back and forth behind him.
Matt: “Oh God, he knows already, doesn’t he?”
Kirsten (Off-panel): “Matt...”
Panel 3 - Matts getting worked up, his hands raised to grip at the air as he starts to pace.
Matt: “That's why he wanted to talk, isn't it? He's gonna tell me that it's too awkward to work together…”
Panel 4 - Matt’s out from behind his desk, coming around the right side, looking more and more distressed.
Matt: “He'll say I should work from home for a while or quit and then he'll never talk to me again because he thinks it's creepy that I've been keeping this secret for so long …”
Kirsten (Off-panel): “Matt.”
Panel 5 - Zoom in on Matt, he pushes his glasses up onto his forehead as he drags one hand through his hair. He’s half-smiling, eyes wide in panic.
Matt: And I never told him when I had an actual chance to do it and he can't trust me because I didn't say anything…
Panel 6 - Matt’s getting a little hysterical, gripping his hair with both hands. Kirsten’s hands reach in from the right panel border up towards Matt’s face.
Matt: “How do I keep ruining everything I touch?!”
Kirsten (Off-panel): “Matt!”
Panel 6 - Kirsten is calmly holding Matt’s face between her hands and has twisted his head to face her. He’s been stopped in his tracks. His hands are lowered but his glasses are still on his forehead and his hair is a complete mess.
Kirsten: “You’re spiraling.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 13 - 7 panels.
Panel 1 - Kirsten’s hands have been lowered to rest on Matt’s shoulders. Matt has calmed down and is lowering his glasses back down on his face. Kirsten wears a tired expression.
Kirsten: “Look. I care about you and we’re friends…
Panel 2 - Kirsten waves her hands in front of Matt’s general body area. Matt stands there, arms hanging at his sides, frowning.
Kirsten: “But this?���
Panel 3 - Matt’s in the same position. Kirsten’s hands freeze.
Kirsten: “This is depressing.”
Panel 4 - Kirsten turns away from Matt as he leans against his desk, looking resigned.
Matt: Yeah, for me too.”
Kirsten: “You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can figure out how to tell another grown man you like him.”
Panel 5 - Kirsten stands in front of Matt’s office door with one hand on her hip and the other up, thumb pointing over her shoulder towards the door.
Kirsten: “Anyway, you don’t need to hide in your office now. Foggy’s not even here.”
Panel 6 - Matt looks miserable and crosses his arms protectively over his chest, shoulders hunched.
Matt: “He left for lunch a while ago.. I guess he just didn’t come back? That … Might be my fault.”
Panel 7 - Kirsten screws her eyes, annoyed.
Kirsten: “Matt, for (expletive)’s sake.
Matt: “Sorry.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 14 - 6 panels.
Panel 1 - Outside the building the Nelson and Murdock office. The warm light of early evening casts lengthy shadows across the pavement. A few scattered pedestrians wander around as the work day draws to a close. Kirsten walks down the steps that lead to their office building door and Matt stands waiting on the sidewalk, holding his cane in his right hand, his suit jacket folded over his left arm and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
Kirsten: “Matt, just get some rest - or go hit criminals. Or whatever it is you do to relax on a Friday night.”
Panel 2 - Silhouetted, Kirsten waves to Matt as she walks away from him.
Kirsten: “Call me if you want to talk about literally anything other than being a lovesick dumbass.”
Matt: “I’ll try.”
Panel 3 - Matt walk down the New York street, away from the camera. The street is slowly filling with more people, a couple in front of him and a man behind him. In the distance, Spider-man swings between the skyscrapers.
Panel 4 - Matt’s face is tight and miserable as more and more people fill the sidewalk.
Panel 5 - Matt is uncomfortable as he finds himself in a large crowd at the crosswalk. The world around him is overwhelmingly busy with noise and activity, horns honking, music playing and people chattering, the sound drawing out even the people directly around Matt. A man from a previous panel is behind him, glaring at the back of Matt’s head.
Panel 6 - The crosswalk sign changes.
Crosswalk: “WALK. WALK. WALK. WALK. WALK.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 15 - 6 panels.
Panel 1 - Matt grits his teeth as he goes through the crosswalk, a bead of sweat rolls down his cheek. The man from the previous panel is close behind him.
Panel 2 - From behind, we see the man crash into Matt’s shoulder, pushing people out of the way as he rushes by, one hand slamming into Matt’s arm as he goes.
Matt: “Hey!”
Panel 3 - Matt, angry and annoyed, bares his teeth. There’s something left on the arm the man bumped into.
Matt: “What a --”
Panel 4 - Tight in on Matt’s arm and his hand that he wraps around his bicep. A small, empty syringe with the plunger all the way down is stuck in his arm, a drop of blood pooling on the fabric of his shirt.
Panel 5 - Tight on Matt’s face as he freezes.
Panel 6 - A shot of Matt’s radar sense. Vaguely defined, contoured figures move in front of him, but the contour lines behind to blur and ripple.
Matt: Who ... /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 16 - 7 panels.
Panel 1 - The radar continues to warp, rendering the shapes Matt is detecting nearly incomprehensible.
Panel 2 - Holding his cane and jacket tightly, Matt pushes through the distorted shapes he’s sensing to get out of the crowd. The radar pings around his head are blurring and twisting.
Panel 3 - Matt, having escaped the crowd, grips onto the wall of a building for support, holding his cane but having dropped his jacket to the ground. He’s hunched over, close to a dark alley covered in graffiti.
Panel 4 - Half hidden in the deep shadows of the alley, Matt loosens his tie and leans his back against the wall. He’s dripping sweat and shaking, his cane gripped tightly
Panel 5 - Close on Matt, surrounded by darkness his radar sense flickering in and out. A noise scrapes close by and he snarls, despite his obvious distress.
Panel 6 - A warped shape suddenly appears in Matt’s radar sense. Something is speeding towards him. A pipe?
Panel 7 - Empty, black panel. Nothingness. /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 17 - 4 panels.
Panel 1 - A thin panel of nothingness.
Panel 2 - Another thin panel. The grid indicating Matt’s radar sense starts to come into view, along with a horizontal line. A heartbeat.
Panel 3 - Tight on Matt as he comes to. Dried blood has dripped down from his nose onto his lower lip and his right eye is bruised a deep, ghastly purple and swollen nearly completely shut. He’s dazed and exhausted.
Matt: “Ugh.”
Off Camera Voice: “Hey Matt.”
Panel 4 - Zoom out to reveal Matt’s location. He’s tied to a chair, a rope wrapping around his ankles and a second rope tied around his stomach and his arms, pinning his arms behind his back. Behind him is Foggy, looking none the worse for wear, although his ankles are tied as well, along with his wrists, tied and resting in his lap. He’s turned his head to face Matt. They’re both in the bottom section of a massive hourglass in a filthy warehouse, the pipes leaking fluid out on the floor. The hourglass has some kind of cog-and-gear contraption strapped near the middle and the sand in the top of the hourglass looms ominously above Matt and Foggy’s heads.
Matt: “...Foggy?” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 18 - 6 panels.
Panel 1 - Matt looks completely lost. Behind him, Foggy’s giving him the side-eye.
Foggy: “You know, tranquilizing’s how he got me the first time.”
Matt: “I - “
Panel 2 - Foggy continues to narrate, closing his eyes.
Foggy: “Second time, good ol’ fashioned burlap-sack and punch in the head.
Panel 3 - Close on Foggy, he’s irritated.
Foggy: “This time I just went with him when I saw him to save us both time. Of course, since you’re here, that might’ve been a bad idea.
Panel 4 - Zoom out, Foggy looks over his shoulder at Matt, whose face we can’t see well in the shadows.
Foggy: “Serious question, how did you manage to tranq you?”
Matt: “I was distracted.”
Foggy: “With what?!”
Matt: “... Well, I -
Panel 5
Matt looks up in surprise as a voice rings out.
Off camera voice: “Well indeed, Mr. Murdock!”
Panel 6 - From outside the hourglass, we see Foggy roll his eyes
Foggy: “Oh good, he’s back.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 19 - 7 panels.
Panel 1 - The villain’s shadow approaches, pale filtered through the hourglass.
Villain: “Terribly sorry for the kidnapping, but my attempts with Mr. Nelson here were ... less successful than I would have liked. But with both of you here, Daredevil will be too distracted with trying to save you both to save himself!”
Panel 2 - Matt’s just baffled and Foggy sneers, giving Matt a look over his shoulder.
Matt: “... I’m sorry, who are you?”
Foggy: “He's never actually introduced himself.”
Panel 3 - The villain is offended, gesturing to his clothes, a vest and slacks with a pocketwatch and old-fashioned shirt. His monocle is more shattered than ever and, now fully out of the shadows, he’s clearly the man who was following Matt earlier.
Villain: “The - I'm the Time Conductor! Didn't you get it? Train conductor outfit? Clocks?”
Panel 4 - In profile, Time Conductor faces Matt and Foggy in their hourglass prison.They both look deeply unimpressed.
Matt: “I’m blind.”
Foggy: “Your theme is really unclear.”
Time Conductor: “Okay, Murdock gets a pass. Nelson, shut up.”
Panel 5 - Close on Foggy as he sneers and rolls his eyes.
Foggy: “So, you got another hourglass? I was hoping you'd think of a third deathtrap but I-”
Panel 6 - Foggy is cut off and makes a ridiculous face of disgust and alarm as there’s a loud tick and a large amount of sand pours down from above, between Matt and Foggy’s backs. Matt jerks forward to get away from the sand.
Foggy: “Aaugth!”
Panel 7 - The Time Conductor presses his hands and face to the glass like a child at the zoo and leers down at Foggy.
Time Conductor: “I’d keep your mouth closed if I were you.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 20 - 6 panels.
Panel 1 - From above, we see the hourglass top filled with sand and the lower half that Matt and Foggy are trapped in has its floor covered in sand. The Time Conductor smugly gestures up at the sand and Foggy scowls, following his gaze.
Time Conductor: “With every moment that passes, more sand will fall, until either Daredevil comes to save you or you suffocate under the sands of time!”
Panel 2 - Confident in his victory, The Time Conductor begins to pace in front of the warehouse pipes as he monologues.
Time Conductor: “And if he's too late, at least I'll rid the world of two of its more pesky la-”
Panel 3 - The Time Conductor slips in the leaking fluid from the pipes, one leg slipping up high in the air.
Time Conductor: ‘YWAUGH!”
Panel 4 - Foggy stares, horrified and Matt tenses. The space around them goes red and there’s a grisly CRUNCH.
Panel 5 - Foggy winces at whatever he’s seeing and leans his head to talk to Matt.
Foggy: “... Is he dead?”
Matt: “No, but he DID sound like he landed right on his C5.”
Panel 6 - Foggy looks over his shoulder at Matt, unimpressed. Matt shrugs. There’s another tick and more sand pours down between Matt and Foggy.
Foggy: “I refuse to believe you could hear that.”
Matt: “The human spine is a xylophone, Fog, I don't know what to tell you.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 21 - 5 panels.
Panel 1 - Matt and Foggy sit shadowed within the hourglass as it slowly fills with sand. The time conductor lies unconscious on the floor nearby.
Foggy: "You know, this might be the longest conversation we've had in weeks. Any explanation for that?"
Matt: "... Uh. Yes. "
Panel 2 - Matt looks a little desperate as more sand pours down between them.
Foggy: And?
Matt: It's because ... I'm an asshole?
Panel 3 - Close on Foggy, eyes pointing over his shoulder at Matt, looking unamused.
Foggy: “Well, that's true, but for once, I don't think that's it.”
Panel 4 - Close on Matt. He looks down and turns his head away from the camera, casting his face in shadows.
Matt: “So, what's your explanation?”
Panel 5 - Foggy is suddenly angry and shouts as more sand falls onto his and Matt’s shoulders and Matt ducks away from it.
Foggy: “You're avoiding me because you can ... smell complicated situations or something and you know how I feel! And oh my God I wish I wasn't having this conversation with sand pouring down my back!” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 22 - 9 panels.
Panel 1 - Matt and Foggy turn to try and face each other, failing and each leaning in the direction the other isn’t facing. They both look annoyed.
Matt: “I'm avoiding talking because you're not that good at hiding how you feel.”
Foggy: “Neither are you!”
Panel 2 -
Shot of Matt’s legs as the pile of sand under their chairs grows deeper.
Matt: “So, maybe I don't actually want to blow up our friendship.”
Foggy: “If you're mature about it, then it won't blow up our friendship!”
Panel 3 - Close on Matt, he scowls.
Matt: “It will when you never talk to me again over it!”
Panel 4 - Close on Foggy, he rolls his eyes and head back as he speaks.
Foggy: “Oh my God, Matt, I'm an adult man, I've been rejected before, I'm not going to - to kick you out of my life because you don't want to have a - a romantic relationship with me!”
Panel 5 - Zoom out on Matt. A simple cartoon version of him with a bemused expression within the hourglass.
Matt: “...What.”
Panel 6 - Foggy looks over his shoulder at Matt, looking confused.
Foggy: “We can still b- what, what?”
Panel 7 - Close on Matt. He’s wincing slightly, looking a little embarrassed.
Matt: “I have maybe been operating under the ... assumption that you were going to kick me out of your life because of ... opposite of that.”
Panel 8 - Silhouette of Matt and Foggy in the hourglass. Only a little sand is left in the top and most of it has settled up to the seats of their chairs.
Panel 9 - Repeat of panel 8, but with a speech balloon.
Foggy: “... What.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 23 - 9 panels.
Panel 1 - Matt and Foggy sit in open space, not reacting. A large ellipse hangs over their heads.
Panel 2 - Overhead shot on Matt and Foggy, sitting in sand nearly up to the tops of their chair seats. Foggy is half turning, pointing at Matt with his tied-together hands over his shoulder. Matt shrugs.
Foggy: “So - You can hear me cough from ten blocks away, you mean to tell me you couldn't hear my heartbeat well enough to take a - a wild guess that I might have feelings for you?”
Matt: “Elevated heart-rates sound the same! I thought you were mad at me about something!”
Panel 3 - Close on Foggy’s face, annoyed.
Foggy: “Why would I be mad?”
Panel 4 - Close on Matt, mirroring Foggy’s position in panel 3. He’s incredulous..
Matt: “You’re mad at me all the time!”
Panel 5 - Tight on Foggy, Matt’s shadow behind him. Foggy’s irritated, starting to shout.
Foggy: “You usually deserve it!”
Panel 6 - Reverse shot, tight on Matt with Foggy’s shadow behind him. Matt’s snarling, annoyed.
Matt: “If I deserve it, then why do you want to be with me?!”
Panel 7 - Close on Foggy as he yells, angry and, eyes screwed shut.
Foggy: “I don’t know, because I’m in love and I’m an idiot!”
Panel 8 - Zoom out, Matt and Foggy sit tightly, back to back in silence, both facing forward and blushing. Sand pours down between them.
Panel 9 - Still sitting as before, tension leaves them both as their annoyance dissipates.
Foggy: “It would have been nice to have this conversation face-to-face. We could have kissed or something.”
Matt: “It would have also been nice to have had this conversation earlier than minutes before we both die.” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 24 - 7 panels.
Panel 1 - Foggy ruefully eyes Matt over his shoulder and Matt affectionate bumps the back of his head into Foggy’s.
Foggy: “Yeah. Sorry.”
(Sound effect: Bomk)
Matt: “Me too.”
Panel 2 - Zoom out into the silent warehouse. Within the hourglass, Matt and Foggy’s silhouettes sit quietly, the sand reaching the tops of their chairs. The top of the hourglass is … completely empty.
Panel 3 - Matt, head still up against Foggy’s, is concentrating and is a bit confused.
Panel 4 - Close on Matt, squinting and still facing upwards.
Matt: “... I think this thing is out of sand.”
Panel 5 - Medium shot of Foggy, he turns his head to look up, skeptical.
Foggy: “What?”
Panel 6 and 7- From above, within the top of the hourglass, Matt and Foggy tied up. Foggy looks up towards the camera, framed by the narrow opening of the hourglass’s middle. Foggy stares, shocked, then he starts yelling.
Foggy: “How is this guy so good at kidnapping and so bad at the rest of this?!” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 25 - 7 panels.
Panel 1 - In his seat, Matt struggles, trying to move his tied-together arms. Foggy looks over his shoulder at Matt, desperate.
Matt: “I think if I dislocate my thumb, I-”
Foggy: “UH - Before you do that!”
Panel 2 - Close on Foggy, he twists himself so he can shout down to his pocket. His phone screen lights up and glows through his pants pocket.
Foggy: “Hey Siri!”
Phone: Ping!
Foggy: “Call Kirsten.”
Panel 3 - Matt smiles fondly, relaxed for the first time in the entire comic so far, as Foggy angrily yells at his phone.
Phone (stiff, serif font voice): “Calling Christiano’s Pizza.”
Foggy: “No! Siri, call Kirsten!”
Phone: “Calling Kirin Spa and Salon.”
Foggy: “No!”
Panel 4 - Exterior of warehouse, night. The lights off the buildings and streetlight cast the area in warm light. A New York City ambulance is in the foreground and a paramedic is busying himself with the doors. Matt, Foggy and Kirsten stand in the distance, silhouetted by the light from above the warehouse’s garage door. Kirsten stands with her hands on her kips and Matt and Foggy stand close together.
Kirsten: “Well, my work here is done.”
Panel 5: Zoom in on Matt, Foggy and Kirsten. Matt is holding a cold pack to his bruised eye and the blood has been washed off his face. Foggy is crossing his arms, hunched over and frowning. Kirsten is nonplused.
Matt: “You didn’t do anything.”
Foggy: “You made this all much more difficult than it had to be.”
Panel 6 - Matt removes the cold pack from his eye as he and Foggy both scowl at Kirsten’s back as she turns half-away with a shrug, utterly unconcerned.
Kirsten: “Okay, well, I wasn’t going to do all the emotional labor heavy-lifting for you two. And it was funnier this way.”
Panel 7 - In the same positions as the last panel, but they all look up, surprised.
Offscreen voice: “Daredevil!” /end image description]
[Image Description: Page 26 - 8 panels.
Panel 1 - From within the ambulance, The Time Conductor points towards the camera, yelling. He’s on a gurney, under a blanket and is wearing a large neck brace. The Paramedic is sitting nearby.
Time Conductor: “You may have saved your friends this time!”
Panel 2 - Foggy, Matt and Kirsten stare. The Time Conductor’s finger is pointed squarely at .. Kirsten.
Panel 3 - Copy of the last panel, but Kirsten is pointing to herself in a ‘who, me?’ sort of pose.
Panel 4 - Medium shot of inside the ambulance. The Time Conductor is trying to continue yelling, but the paramedic forces him to lie down.
Time Conductor: “But I promise I -”
Paramedic: “Lie down, sir.”
Panel 5 - As the ambulance pulls away, Kirsten turns back to Matt and Foggy, not worried at all about the Time Conductor’s interrupted threat.”. Matt is pressing the cold-pack to his face again.
Kirsten: “... Okay, well, see you two Monday. Don’t call me to talk about your relationship.”
Panel 6 - Kisten walks away, towards the camera, turning to yell over his shoulder at Matt and Foggy’s silhouettes in the distance.
“And you’re welcome, for me saving your asses!”
Panel 7 - Matt looks down and away from Foggy, squeezing the cold pack in his hand. Foggy leans towards Matt, smirking.
Matt: “Do we… still need to talk about this?”
Foggy: “Well, probably, but…”
Panel 8 - Lit by the streetlight, in front of the warehouse brick wall, Foggy stands up on his toes and puts his hands on Matt’s shoulders. Matt puts his free hand on Foggy’s waist and they finally, finally kiss.
Foggy: “I think we have time for that later.”
End.
[Image Description: Bonus page 27 sketch.
A sketch of a cartoony Matt and Foggy. Foggy’s sticking his tongue out.
Foggy: “Bleh, your mouth tastes like nose-blood.”
Matt: “I’d really like to get the sand out of my underwear before we make out anymore.” /end image description]
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Phil posted in Discord! No stream today!
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A cropped screenshot of a Discord message by Ph1LzA. It reads “Hey guys, too tired from vlog and travelling to do a stream today, sorry! (flight was also super delayed) Probs be back Monday for definite, maybe saturday if I’m feelin it :D (vlog was amazing btw cant wait for you to see the vid!) @/everyone I’m doing okay just tired and burnt haha”.
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corpse husband x fem!reader
summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you
warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing
word count: 1.9k
notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)
main blog @itsmysleepover
read part 2 here!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.
“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.
On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.
“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.
“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”
Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.
“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.
“I told you guys I was ruthless!”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.
C: hey :)
You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?
Y: Hii! This is sudden
C: was i bothering you?
shit sorry!
Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn
C: how has your day been
i dont usually do stuff like this
Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored
C: what were you doing that was so terrible
Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(
C: im sure youll find something to do
You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.
Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo
C: what?
NO!
You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.
Y: [image] it came out nice!
C: thats super cool actually
i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented
Y: Thank you!
For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.
Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch
[link]
C: ill be watching ;)
What’s that supposed to mean?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.
C: wanna talk?
You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.
Y: Yeah id love to talk
Here goes nothing.
Y: Wanna facetime or something?
No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call
I think facetime is just my default lol
You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.
Still no message.
Why am I so fucking stupid?
Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.
C: sure lets facetime
xxx-xxx-xxxx
You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.
“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.
“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.
“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.
“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”
“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”
“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”
“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”
“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”
“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”
“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”
“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”
“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.
“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”
He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”
You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).
“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”
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better for you
pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader
warnings: age gap, angst, language
word count: 2.7k
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You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person. Much less a jealous girlfriend. Not at all. Never had and you thought you never would.
You had practically raised yourself as your parents had always been more preoccupied with their jobs. You loved your parents, you really did, but when your high school counselor told you that you could graduate high school a year and a half early, you took the opportunity to start college immediately and move out of your parents’ house. This drastic change when you were so young made you become extremely independent. Which is why your relationship with Chris worked almost perfectly. You valued your independence, as he did his, and you respected his independence, as he did yours.
As a corporate lawyer that had multiple firms around the country, you traveled a lot, needing to meet with clients. Chris, as an actor, also traveled a lot.
You both trusted the other without a doubt at the beginning of the relationship despite that Chris was, at first, a little wary of being with someone as young as you. As a 24-year-old, he thought that you should be living your life, partying, sleeping with whomever you wanted without being tied down, but you had explained to him that despite your age, those were not the things that you wanted.
You and Chris were truly made for each other, knowing the other more than they knew themselves. You would even dare to call yourselves soulmates.
Which is why you could not fathom why you were in your current situation.
You had left early in the day for California, where you were overseeing the opening and start-up of your newest firm. Chris, on the other hand, had left 3 days ago to go on some trip his publicist had arranged for him. You hadn’t bothered asking what it was about, assuming that it was about ASP. Plus, you didn’t mind it: he had to do what he had to do.
But now, you couldn’t believe yourself.
You were sitting on your hotel bed, in a white and fluffy robe, fresh out of the shower. Your computer was open in front of you, the TV was blaring the news and you had your phone in your hand. It was almost 11pm but you had been doing this for at least 3 hours. All three electronics were talking about the same thing: Are Chris Evans and Lily James dating??
It was a bit your fault that people gave themselves the right to assume things like that, to be honest, since you had been the one to pressure Chris about keeping your relationship secret. You knew that people would talk and judge you for your 15-year age gap. You, personally, didn’t care and neither did Chris but his career was dependent on his public image and you didn’t want to hold him back, especially not at a pivotal moment in his life like right now.
So, you had agreed on telling your families and your very close friends and Chris had convinced you to let him tell his publicist, Megan. God, she fucking hated you. When Chris arranged for you guys to meet, she had called you “a walking, breathing PR disaster”. You had laughed it off calling her funny, but you knew that she was 100% serious. You really shouldn’t have been surprised that she would do something so fucked up at some point.
A bunch of different news outlets were pumping out new stories every 30 minutes, each article a little more detailed than the previous. It was all over the Internet and it seemed to be the only thing that people cared about today.
Considering the 8-hour difference between London and San Francisco, you hadn’t been able to talk to Chris at all since you got to your hotel. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to talk to him. He hadn’t even tried to talk to you. Why was he avoiding you and acting like he had something to hide?
You’re reading the latest Daily Mail article on your computer about how Chris and Lily apparently got to his hotel in the same car when you hear your phone ring on the nightstand. You don’t even bother looking at the caller ID as you reach for your phone, eyes still glued to your computer and answer,
“Hello?”
You hear a loud exhale on the other end of the phone before you hear Chris’ tired voice, “Baby, hi.”
You tense up slightly before asking, trying to seem nonchalant, “What’s up?”
“Have you watched the news today?”
You bite your lip, thinking, before replying, lying through your teeth, “No, why? What’s going on?”
Chris sighs again before answering, “Nothing, it’s fine. How was your day?”
You roll your eyes. Was he seriously not going to say anything?
“Fine, but it’s really late and I have to get up early tomorrow so good night.”
You hang up the phone before Chris can answer anything. You throw the phone at the end of your bed, frustrated beyond belief.
You continue to read the Daily Mail article as you hear a message coming in. You don’t bother to get up to pick up your phone as you see the message appear on your computer screen a couple of seconds later.
chris💙, 11:01pm:
Good night baby girl. Good luck tomorrow🤍
You groan loudly at his message. Even when he had pissed you the fuck off, his words still brought butterflies to your stomach.
You disregard his message and finish reading the article. You roll your eyes as you close your computer and get up to put it on the hotel desk. As you’re walking back to bed, you take your phone from the end of the bed and put it on its charger, ready to go to bed.
You’re not sure how you manage to fall asleep that night as your mind swirls with unending thoughts.
When your alarm wakes you up at 6am the next day, you feel groggy, having slept very badly last night. Which was to be expected.
You get up and change while eating a protein bar before heading to the hotel gym: you needed to do something to get your energy up. Once you finish your workout, you head back to your room to get ready for the day.
When you get out of the shower, you open your computer and, having left the Daily Mail website open last night, you see a new article posted 2 minutes ago: Chris Evans and Lily James seen on a date in a London park.You groan loudly, closing your computer as you hear that your cell phone is receiving multiple texts.
You reach for your phone on the hotel desk and your eyes widen as you see your lock screen.
5 missed calls
12 messages
You open your Phone app seeing one call from Chris, two from your best friend, one from your brother and one from your mom.
You open the Messages app as a new message from your brother comes in.
will, 7:31am:
When did you break up with your boyfriend? And why didn’t you tell me?
you, 7:32am:
i didn’t
yet
will, 7:32am:
You know i’m gonna fucking murder him right?
You smile fondly at your brother’s concern, chuckling softly as you type your reply.
you, 7:33am:
as you should(:
You open the rest of your messages, mostly asking the same thing. You didn’t feel like talking about it anymore so, you ignore them until you get to your conversation with Chris.
chris💙, 5:22am:
Hey, I’m sure you’ve seen the articles by now.
I’m so sorry
Call me when you can, please. I really need to talk to you.
You bite your lip as you think about what to answer. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this right before your firm’s opening. Shaking your head, you lock your phone, putting it back on the desk, getting dressed.
As you get back to your hotel room, exhausted from your day, you hear your phone signal an incoming text for the millionth time today.
You sigh loudly: you knew it was Chris texting you again. You had been ignoring his texts all day because you didn’t want to get in a bad mood while you were opening the firm.
You put your purse and work bag on the floor, unlocking your phone. You open the conversation with Chris, scrolling through his messages.
chris💙, 6:15pm:
I’m leaving a bit earlier than I planned, I should be home tomorrow morning.
Are you back in Boston or are you gonna stay in LA?
You sigh, feeling guilty that you had been ignoring his texts all day. You start typing a reply, your finger hovering over the send button for a couple of seconds before clicking on it.
you, 6:17pm:
i’m still in san francisco i’m leaving tomorrow morning
As soon as your message goes through, you see the three dots pop up in the conversation.
chris💙, 6:17pm:
Oh my God, hi. Are you okay?
Can I call you?
You chew on your bottom lip: you really didn’t think he was going to answer that fast.
you, 6:18pm:
i’m about to take a shower then i’m gonna go to bed i’m really tired sorry
chris💙, 6:18pm:
Okay, I’m sorry
Good night
You groan loudly. You really didn’t know why you felt so guilty: he was the one running around with another woman. As you think about this, you realize that you didn’t really know who she was.
You shake your head at yourself as you pull up Google on your phone and look for her. You don’t even realize it but, 20 minutes later, you were now at the oldest post on her Instagram.
You curse at yourself, dropping your phone on your bed, and head to the shower.
You stay under the hot stream of the shower for at least an hour before you finally get out, toweling off.
You order some room service for dinner, settling down in front of a random show playing on the TV. After pushing your food around for half an hour, you sigh loudly, put the tray on the hotel desk and get under the covers before finally falling asleep.
You had not slept very well so you had been in a rush to leave the hotel and catch your flight to LAX in the morning. You were exhausted and hungry when you got to your shared LA home with Chris but there was no food in sight, considering that neither of you had been here in a couple of months.
As it was not too late in the day, you decide to take a nap and order some food after.
When you wake up a few hours later, the sun has already completely set and the house is pitch black. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and take your phone before heading to the living room to order some food.
As you enter the kitchen and are about to head to the living room, you hear a deep voice, “Hey, you’re up.”
Taken by surprise, you throw your phone in the direction of the sound and scream, “Holy shit!”
“Ow… What the fuck?”
You’re breathing heavily, clutching your chest as you turn on the kitchen lights, brightness illuminating the area as you see Chris holding the side of his head.
“Jesus Christ, Chris! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”
Chris rubs at his head as he looks towards you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Your heartbeat starts to slow down as you roll your eyes.
“What are you even doing here?”
Chris frowns and replies, “Well, you never told me where you were going to be but when I got back to Boston and you weren’t there, I assumed you were coming here.”
You groan silently, crossing your arms over your chest and raising your eyebrows,
“So, London seemed to be very fun.”
Chris shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling, before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t know that’s what the trip was about.”
You chuckle humorlessly, “Really, Chris? Since when do you go on trips, not knowing what they’re about?”
Chris exhales loudly, taking a couple of steps towards you, “I promise that I didn’t know. Megan planned everything and just sent me the info.”
You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. Chris frowns before asking, “What?”
“Megan, Chris? Really? She fucking hates me, of course she would pull a stunt like this.”
Chris frowns again, shaking his head, “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hate you.”
You laugh, this time, actually finding this funny, “Chris, she literally called me a walking disaster.”
Chris struggles to find an answer to that: he knew that Megan used this exact kind of formulation so he couldn’t deny it.
“And you know what? It’s fine. Maybe you really should be dating her instead of me.”
Chris’ face contorts in a mix of hurt and anger, “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”
“Because it’s true, Chris. She’s better for you. She’s actually your age, not a fucking child compared to you. She can give you the things you want from life that I can’t. Maybe it’s better that way.”
“What way?”
You shrug your shoulders, looking at your feet, mumbling, “If we weren’t together.”
Chris scoffs, “You literally have to be kidding me.”
Chris takes large steps, making his way towards you and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.
“Y/N, I’ve told you before and I will tell you again. I do not give a shit about your age. And I thought you didn’t either. So, what’s the problem here?”
You bite your bottom lip nervously, “Because what if what Megan said is true? I mean… If people find out that we’re dating, the shit talking would never stop. I can’t do that to you.”
Chris sighs, enveloping you in a hug.
“Baby, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters if we’re not together.”
He lets you go, stroking your cheek, “You’re it for me. There is no one better for me than you. And no one is going to take that away from us. Not you. Not Megan. And certainly not my fans. If they love me as much as they say they do, then they’ll respect you.”
You chuckle slightly, “Chris, I don’t know what kind of fantasy you live in, but in real life, that’s not how things go.”
“Okay, but who cares? There’s two people in this relationship, you and me. Not you, me, Megan and my fans.”
You scoff, mumbling, “Yeah, tell Megan that.”
“I will. The same goes for her. I didn’t know she actually meant those things about you and I’ll tell her that she needs to knock that shit off.”
You sigh, nodding slightly, “Okay.”
“And, baby, I’m sorry.”
You furrow your brows, trying to understand, “I never should have agreed to Megan’s little plan thing. But, most importantly, I should have told you as soon as I knew. It’s just that I kinda owed Lily a favor and she needed this. But it doesn’t erase the fact that I should have been honest with you and I’m sorry I wasn’t.”
You sigh, “I know, it’s okay. I knew this kind of thing could happen when I decided to be with you, and I overreacted a bit so I’m sorry too. I knew it wasn’t true and I should have asked you about it instead of ignoring you. I just… couldn’t let go of the fact that maybe you should be with her.”
Chris shakes his head, “I shouldn’t. And I never will be.”
Chris laughs a bit before continuing, “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.”
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Looking back at Chris, you smile warmly before hugging him,
“I love you, Chris. Like, a lot.”
Chris chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “I love you too.”
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for @jonmartinweek THE FINAL DAY prompt- Pining/Longing. This one takes place, well, you’ll see
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A Study of Longing, Told in Six Parts
Part 1
Martin wonders if he’ll ever get to a point in his life where kindness doesn’t feel like a shock to the system. It’s already surprising enough when Tim and Sasha invite him for drinks in a genuine offer of friendship, but for that kindness to come from Jon? Martin has no idea what to do with being believed, let alone being protected.
And now here he is, blearily opening his eyes only to find himself staring at a mass of hair. As he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, the shape resolves into the form of one Jonathan Sims. He had apparently fallen asleep with his head cushioned on his arms, against the cot Martin was currently occupying. It’s not an image that Martin can fully process at the moment, so instead he debates whether or not to wake Jon up or quietly get off the cot to let him get some much needed sleep. He decides on the former, both thinking that it would be hell on his back to keep sleeping in that position, and that he would like an explanation.
Hand hovering above Jon’s shoulder, but not fully touching, Martin oh so quietly calls out, “Jon?”
That’s all it takes for Jon’s head to rush up with a gasp, glasses askew, and with the texture of his sleeves pressed in red marks on his face. It is a horribly endearing look. “Hrn?”
Martin opens his mouths, closes it, and waits for Jon to get his bearings. Jon smooths down his (frankly ridiculous) sweater-vest, adjusts his glasses, and slips back on his professional demeanor. “My apologies, Martin, I, ah, must have fallen asleep.”
Glancing to the crappy little digital clock resting on a file box next to him, Martin rolls his eyes. Only Jon could be quite so stuffy at 4:32 in the morning. “No apologies needed. Though, um, was there? Something you needed or..?”
Jon shakes his head and stands up, dusting off imaginary grime. “No, no, nothing like that. I had just, er. I had heard you cry out and I- I wanted to make sure nothing was going on. It appears that it simply a nightmare,so I will be.. taking my leave. Now.”
He doesn’t know what part of himself replies, “Oh! You don’t have to go!,” but he replies it anyway. Jon does that little thoughtful frown at him, which forces him to continue, “I mean, if you wanted the cot. For sleeping. I’ll probably be awake for the rest of the night, so, you know, no skin off my back .”
“Ah. No, that’s quite alright, Martin. Try to get some more sleep, there’s still a long work day ahead.”
Jon doesn’t even wait for a response before turning on his heel and leaving. Martin sort of hates how much he wanted him to stay.
Part 2
Jon is laughing. Jon is terrified, all the damn time, and yet, somehow, he’s laughing. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if he was still capable of it. Martin is gesticulating wildly with his fork, animated in a way that Jon’s only ever seen when in they’re in the middle of a rather silly debate. He thinks this lunch’s topic was something like whether or not snakes were cute? He lost the thread of conversation about half an hour ago, honestly. Covering his mouth, he lets the giggles run through his whole body, shaking his shoulders and heating his core. He feels light, heady, like he’s reminiscing with an old friend and they’re both on the edge of having had too much to drink.
He only wishes he could trust this feeling. He wishes that he could trust Martin, that they were normal coworkers having a normal lunch, that the previous person in Jon’s position had gone into an easy retirement instead of being violently murdered. He wishes he hadn’t read that letter telling him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Martin, Martin, who took him to lunch and brought him tea and seemed so very warm in so very cold circumstances, was lying to him.
Jon stops laughing.
Part 3
Of course, the second his body hits the simultaneously stiff and weirdly lumpy motel mattress, his phone goes off. It may only be about 8 pm, but he’s tired, and he’s sore, and he’s had a persistent headcold for the past week for some unholy reason, the last thing he wants to do is talk. However, only about four people have the number to the burner cell, and they’re almost certainly have a purpose behind their call.
Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh that turns into more of a groan, he picks up on the 4th ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jon! It’s Martin, I’m not sure if you have my number programmed in that phone, or if it even has caller ID if you do. Anyway, it’s been about a week since I’ve heard anything, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know, dead or arrested or anything.”
His previously tense and aching muscles all relax, without him consciously deciding to relax them, and a sleepy smile spreads across his face, because some time in the past year he’s become a parody of himself. Yes, maybe he should be more affronted by how much Martin’s tinny voice brings him comfort, but he’s had a rather terrible time of things since...since he began work in the archives, really, and he’s worn down enough that he can admit he misses his friend.
Huh. Friends. They are, aren’t they? Wonder when that happened. (He can guess, something involving a fake CV admission, but he doesn’t feel like it right now.) “Martin, I recognize your voice, no need to introduce yourself.”
“Right! Yes, uh, ‘course..of course you can. Right. Sooo...I take it you’re not dead, then.”
“Correct. I haven’t been arrested, either.” It’s only sort of a comforting lie, so Jon thinks it can be forgiven.
“Good. Great! Yeah, that’s...that’s good.”
The conversation could probably end there. Jon could probably tell Martin good night, and they’d hang up, and Jon could get the sleep he had been so desperately craving not moments ago. Somehow, he thinks that neither of them want that. Scrambling for something to talk about, Jon replies, “Hang on, isn’t it something like 2am over there?”
“It...might be.”
“Martin!”
“What! It’s not like you have a monopoly on bad sleeping habits. Besides, I was up anyway, and I just..”
“Just what?”
“I just missed your voice.”
Oh. Heat rushes to his cheeks, and tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and god. He had missed Martin’s voice too. “Really? I know you’ve had to listen to a fair number of tapes lately, thought you might be sick of it by now.”
“No. I mean, I am a bit tired of tapes, honestly, but even the ones that you recorded, that not really your voice, is it? I mean it is, but it doesn’t sound like you when you’re actually, um, you. I wanted..I wanted to hear you.”
Jon’s far too worn out to deal with that sentiment, and the way that it makes his heart clench. So instead of addressing it, he says, “I am very close to being asleep.”
“Oh. Right, sorry, I’ll let you go-”
“No! No. Um. Would you mind staying on the line? Until I’m gone? I-I like hearing your voice. As well.”
“Oh! Sure, yeah, definitely. Anything in particular you want me to talk about?”
“Whatever you like. Something nice?”
“All right. I can do that. Um. Did I tell you about this little yarn shop I found the other day. It’s called ‘Puttin’ on the knitz’, and it’s…”
Jon peacefully drifts off, listening to the voice of the man who he can only admit in moments such as these, he wishes was in this bed, laying beside him.
Part 4
please come back please come back for the love of god come back I can’t believe you’re doing this do you have any idea how stupid this is come back to me come back come back come back
Part 5
There is plenty of things to long for in the apocalypse. A decent cuppa. The relief of actual sleep. Murdering Jonah Magnus. For there not to be a apocalypse. They are grateful, however, to not have to long for each other.
Part 6
Martin comes to without a knife in his hand, or bloodstains on his clothing. Those, under other circumstances, would be good things.
Martin comes to, laying in the grass, without anyone beside him. He barely has the moment to feel agony spike through him before he’s out once more.
There are no Jonathan Sims admitted to the hospital. As far as he can tell, no one was admitted into the hospital at the same time as him, and certainly no one with a stab wound.
There are thousands of ‘Jonathan Sims UK’, typed desperately into a library computer search bar, wielding mostly results about a sport manager and a romance novelist. None of the images are of the right person.
Sometimes Martin puts one foot in front of the other, carefully blank in heart and head. Surviving, even during times that he’s not sure he wants to, is one of his greatest abilities.
Sometimes Martin despairs.
On the worst nights, he tries to call the Lonely back to him, tries to be swallowed whole. It never works. He’s not sure if it’s because the fears aren’t in the reality or if they’re not established enough to have any leverage or if his connection has simply been broken. (He doubts the last reason. He hasn’t been this alone since Tim’s funeral. Even then, Melanie had thrown a few stilted condolences towards him. No one is aware enough of him to give condolences now. He misses Melanie. He misses all of them. He misses Jon like a gaping, bleeding wound misses skin.)
Seven months later, and he has enough money saved and identity built that he moves on to Scotland. The little village they had been adjacent to exists in this reality. Daisy’s cottage does not.
On a whim, he enters the yarn shop. He’s not going to pick anything up, hobbies are the last thing he can focus on, but it’s nice to look. To feel the various textures, to take in the rich variance of colors, to, hopefully be present in his own body, if only for a moment.
Martin steps in. The bell chimes. He’s there. Standing in front of him. Whole. In a cry that’s closer to a gasp, he calls out, “JON!”
Jon turns, looks up at him, recognizes him even before he’s even fully seen him. It’s his Jon, he’s here he’s here he’s here. The callback of “MARTIN!” sounds like it was punched out of him, the start of a sob and a laugh all at once.
In a blink, they’re together, their embrace a tangle of limbs, a collision of lips, a mixture of tears. Martin can’t tell which of them is saying the litany of “thank god thank god thank god” and who’s repeating “it’s you it’s you it’s you.”
It’s Jon that’s telling him, “I knew you had to be here. I knew it, because I kept thinking. Surely. Surely this new universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to allow me to live, but to make me live without you.”
It’s Martin that replies, “I didn’t know. I thought it would be that cruel. Please don’t make me go through that again.”
Jon pulls him in tighter, eliminating the centimeter of space between them. Speaking into Martin’s neck, whispered in fierce devotion, Jon promises, “Never again. Never again. You and me. Together. For the rest of our lives.”
Barely discernible through his sobbing, Martin tells him, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
~*~
There are people that think that wanting is more worthwhile than having. Martin thinks, frankly, that those people have never been in love.
#jonmartinweek2021#jonmartin#jon sims#martin blackwood#AHHH this is just over TWO THOUSAND words#i really was like for the last prompt i will not Shut Up lmao#also fun fact! part 4 was specifically designed to not be clear whether it was from jon or martins perspective
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