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xii. asters & goldenrod

once, we lay with our skin stripped off us in a field, the grass growing up around us two, your jacket bleeding out beneath our bodies. we watched the wind mills turn over, the cattle slide down into valley villages with butchers and cleavers, the aster and the goldenrod root in the heavens above, rotting there. we exhaled exhaust and moaned against our mouths until the sorrow left us. OH OH, OHHHH GOD. we curled together, strong knees and proud chins and jaws, set. AM I HOPELESS? HAVE I DONE THIS TO MYSELF?

xiii. lamprey

she has learned of cain, condemned, and sinned against her own brother with the jawbone of an ass, blood under nails and adolescence brought to an end. she has been taught to unhinge her jaw and grown to shed skin in sunday school, has tasted the real paleo diet—plucked a lash from her eye, pierced a nail in the rind, peeled the flesh from her thigh—her moon-hungry pack of teeth have sunken into the pungent and the spiced, the wet meat smell of memory in a fine china skull.

xiv. final rites

YOU HAVE RETURNED. YOU HAVE RETURNED. they found your skin smoldering out back, where the dog pisses against the fence and motor oil leaks into the yard. they called in every prayer tree over the phone lines, bowed their necks and heads and lives over you, and the preacher didn't shut his eyes—how lustful—didn't even blink. he pleaded for your soul and made sure you knew it. SHE IS RISEN, PRAISE THE LORD.

xv. trespassing

you're out when you're not supposed to be, tipping your head back, back, back on the church's stoop and looking up. looking, seeking, searching, you find hollow-eyed grief gazing back down, the crucifixion looming over you. the garden angel out back is cracking, paint peeling from its cheeks, from her cheeks, but the wood carving of christ himself, christ almighty himself, doesn't bleed. doesn't cry. and you, you cry: LOOK AWAY LOOK AWAY.

xvi. below

and below us, below us garnets churn, minutes unfurling like leaves. we are still waiting. we are still watching out truck windows, watching our faces grow dark in the side mirrors, watching the statelines and welcome centers and exit signs all blur together.

xvii. not a lover

the story goes like this: she looked away for more, and he went missing instead. right there, quick and quiet. light bends and withers around the hole left in this town, avoiding his empty seat, the road sign at his bus stop, the boots left molding on his front stoop. they'll say her name was carved into his gut or wrist or web page. they'll say you can see her calling for him in the tree line, with the strange eyes of a goat. and when he turns back up, if he turns back up, he's lighting up sheet music and staring through cops, face wretched. calling himself PRAGMA LIBER. updating his status just the one time: ONLY HERE TO PROMOTE A SONG. THIS COMMIE PLATFORM CAN SUCK A MOTHERFUCKING DICK.

xviii. study group

WHAT'S YOUR NAME, AGAIN? she wants to apologize, wants to say KATHRYN LAUREN, but KATHRYN LAUREN sounds like windchimes and rose water, like a mother's hopes and dreams, and she is more of a million spider march down the back of a gas pump. she is houses that look like faces and bitter pine needle tea she steeped as a child, was baptized in as a child. she is wild blackberries and clotted blood, ripped-up psalms and an incisor for the tooth-fairy, a headless doll trailing the undergrowth, hand in hand with her. IT DOESN'T MATTER, she says. IT DOESN'T MATTER. WHAT UNIT SHOULD WE START WITH?

xix. vantage

and besides, you breathe differently down here.

xx. rosary

in a box by the bed, there's some tinny sound. our father, and his father before him, left us their dog tags. DALE LYNN. PROTESTANT. we remember his singing in church. we remember his weeping. PORTER, LEONARD. some rust and rot. a dent in the name. we can wait with them, can count every pearl in the chain, keep the seconds in hand, feel them move through us. the days, the months. this is religious, this careful observation of time. and in a darker place, with dust storms and corpses curling into one another, our father counts the pearls. our father before him counts the pearls.

xxi. questions to ask your mother

mom—the word MOM hides a prayer: PLEASE, LOOK AT ME, AFTER ME, PLEASE LISTEN, LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE, PLEASE STROKE MY HEAD, WASH MY BACK, LET ME STAY IN YOUR HOME TONIGHT, PLEASE FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME—and you never stop calling her MOM. when you are her height, when the garden angel fractures its wing and cheekbone in a move and dad shoves his hand in your mouth, index and middle finger in the shape of a gun, when the ambulance comes for you and you change your name for the twelfth time, she'll scream THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME in your face. you'll want to break the entire length of your life over her head, want to ask DID YOU BRING PRECIOUS THINGS INTO A HOSTILE PLACE OR HOSTILE THINGS INTO A PRECIOUS ONE, but you'll only scream back WHY WON'T YOU JUST HOLD ME?

xxii. observer

look away, please. look away.

'23 september prompts days 12-22 | @nosebleedclub

#sept '23 prompts #nosebleedclub #spilled ink #writeblr #kogg.logg #i havent written every day in so long #this helps #memoir

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theresawritesstuff · 1 year

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42, "I came alone."

Lenny opened the door to his dressing room expecting Jo-Jo or Alan, or the club manager, or some intrepid fan hoping for an autograph.

Instead, he found Midge's mother standing on the other side.

"Good evening, Leonard," she greeted primly, as if it were perfectly normal for her to be there. Like they'd run into each other at the deli counter or something.

"Hi." He blinked, suddenly very aware of the residual stage sweat along his brow. "Rose, wasn't it?"

"That's right."

Lenny glanced down the hall, but found it empty.

"Did…Midge bring you? Or are you and Abe out on–"

"No. I came alone," she informed him. "I wanted to talk to you."

"To me?" He couldn't help the surprise on his face.

"Yes." Rose nodded and he suddenly saw exactly where Midge got hers from.

She waited a moment for him to process before asking "May I come in? This floor is quite sticky."

Lenny stepped aside dumbly, letting her into his dressing room and closing the door behind them despite the apprehensive feeling growing in his gut.

"Um...Did you catch my set?" he asked, attempting a casual conversation.

"Some of it," she replied, giving him nothing more.

"Right." Lenny exhaled, leaning casually against the counter. "So to what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Weissman?"

"I've been… doing a little personal detective work. Mainly for my own edification. And there's one question I keep coming back to that I believe only you can answer," she replied, perching herself cautiously on the edge of the dressing room couch.

He smirked, intrigued. "Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Lay it on me," he prompted, wiping his brow with a towelette.

"How long have you been in love with my daughter?"

Lenny stared, speechless, and a little spooked.

He'd spent no more than five minutes with this woman in total. How could she possibly know he…

"I'm sorry, wh–"

"I've been piecing it together for some time now. Miriam no longer confides in me about her love life, but I have been able to discern that she hasn't been serious about a man since her sudden break up with Benjamin. That is… except for you."

"I–"

Rose held up a hand. "I'm not here to threaten you. We both know you're more than capable of making a quick exit of your own volition."

Lenny looked down at his shoes.

"I'm not proud of how I handled myself that morning. Or leading up to it."

"It must have been a jarring experience," Rose replied mercifully, "waking up to such an intimate look into her life. And to being offered blintzes no less."

Lenny smirked sheepishly at her attempt to tease him and lighten the mood.

"You weren't expecting it," she continued. "You're used to meeting her on your own terms, in your own element. Like at a club, or a bar across town. Or on tour in Miami."

Lenny looked up at her again, dumbfounded.

"Like I said, I've been piecing some things together. Susie's assistant Dinah has been very helpful," Rose admitted. "Miriam doesn't talk about her career with us much. And we haven't exactly encouraged her to. Which is probably a mistake on our part but…"

She let out a sigh. "The one person from that world she does talk about in any capacity, other than Susie, is you. She won't say when you've been together or share anything truly personal about your relationship, whatever that may be. But I still know my daughter enough to know when someone means a great deal to her. And when she's been heartbroken."

Rose stood, steadying a soft, weary gaze on him. "You've been there for my daughter from the start of this…odd adventure of hers. More so than her own family. You've lent her your aid unselfishly. Bolstered her courage and I suspect…been one of the few people willing to be at odds with her in order to get her set back on track. Something happened between you two when you played Carnegie last month. I don't need to know what. All I know is it would benefit you both to resolve it. She's got a…gig. That's what you call them, right? Gigs?"

Lenny nodded.

"Yes, well, she's got one tomorrow, at this address." She slipped a piece of paper from her purse onto the counter as she made her way to leave. "I know she'd want you to be there."

Lenny watched her as she stepped towards the door until her hand was on the knob.

"You never let me answer your question," he informed her.

Rose turned back, waiting for his reply.

Lenny pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, considering it carefully between his fingers.

"Do you remember the flowers I sent?"

She nodded quietly. "It was a lovely arrangement."

He shrugged. "Midge is a lovely woman. In a number of ways. Far more than a guy like me ever deserves."

Rose studied him carefully as he lit his cigarette, taking a long drag.

"That's the thing you young people always get so hung up on, isn't it."

Lenny smirked. "I'm not that young."

"Then you should know relationships are never built on being deserving of another. Love is a gift, Leonard. Not a prize. And even if it were…you've already won hers."

He looked up at her then as Rose gave him a tired smile only a mother could give.

"She…"

"Yes." Rose nodded. "So stop being such a drama queen and decide what you're going to fucking do about it."

And with that, she walked out, leaving him with only the sound of her heels on the sticky floor and his own thoughts to consider.

#tmmm fanfic #Prompt fic #rose weissman #Fictional Lenny Bruce #midge x lenny #This was the prompt that would not cooperate for the longest time #And maybe it's still a mess but it's what I've got

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desert-bluffs-and-me · 2 years

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WTNV Quick Rundown - 33 - Cassettes

Oh boy oh jeez this episode I hope you're ready to go through the lore dropped in this one! I'd consider it a fairly important episode, but that's just where it stands in my mind~ The next rundown with be of 'The Debate' live show in more or less conjunction with it's performance date.

Perhaps you noticed something strange yesterday, and perhaps you have forgotten it. Welcome to Night Vale.

The cassette mentioned is labelled 'Cecil Radio Test: Age 15'. He does not remember making the tape. It seems that Cecil has always wanted to be in radio but also the stone tablets at city hall say that he will be a radio host, so it must be so.

The cassette introduces us to the previous radio host before Cecil - Leonard Burton. He had a high-pitched grating voice, apparently. His sign on was 'Greetings from Night Vale' and his sign off was 'See ya, Night Vale, see ya'.

Young Cecil sees a flickering in the corner of his eye when he records himself and it gets worse and causes the tape to warp and static to buzz when he sings.

He also tells us there used to be a 'Sammy's Ultimate Slice-a-ria' which he preferred over Big Rico's, but the place mysteriously burnt down.

This Cecil also mentions having a brother, whilst ours says he does not have a brother. It's here we get a small inclination that this young Cecil, and the Cecil we know, are not the younger and older versions of the same Cecil but instead two distinctive Cecil's whose worlds have overlapped via the cassette and that is why our Cecil does not remember the cassette or its contents.

This brother is not very kind to this young Cecil (also he has hollow eyes and howls), as he says that his brother is not proud of him when he gets an intern job at the radio station. He says his mother simply say 'beware, be warned, be wary' but she says that to everything. Our Cecil (the adult Cecil) does not remember ever even having interned for the station. The flickering has been following this young Cecil and even is able to touch him, whatever it is.

This may be why his mother hid from him for three days (the longest ever, he says) and why she started to cover all the mirrors. Even if they are not the exact same Cecil, we see their lives have a lot of same or similar events/aspects. There is also a gauzy curtain in the living room they never look behind, so there's...that. 'But once I was in the radio station, I knew I had found home. A messy home full of hallways winding away into a labyrinth of audio equipment and tape stacks. Just like home! '

Young!Cecil tells us that the other radio booths in the station are empty and have been for decades, but still broadcast every night (things like insect sounds etc).

As this Cecil confronts the flickering figure, which is causing tape distortion again, he tells us his middle name is Gershwin. He then says his brother is gone, the mirrors are uncovered, the station is like a dark planet lit by no sun, he feels like he's changing as he looks at himself (becoming more grown perhaps) and then something attacks him, causing him to gasp and gurgle followed by the sound of a body heavily hitting the floor. It is at this time that our Cecil in the present time decides to start destroying the tape and checking that the mirrors in the bathroom are covered.

Weather: "Big Houses" by Squalloscope, squalloscope.com

Cecil for some reason had bloody rags and a gem the size of a fist which shows you visions of yourself as an old man staring back at the younger self which is you now, casually sitting in the back of his closet.

Intern Jesús is mentioned. He never returned from investigating the bottomless pit in the intern breakroom.

Strexcorp encourages us to think deeply about meadows, meadows are important.

May we all be human: beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless. And as the sun sets, I place my hand upon my heart, feel that it is still beating, and remind myself: “Past performance is not a predictor of future results.” - some often quoted things from this episode.

Stay tuned now for whatever happens next in your life. Goodnight, Night Vale. Good night.

#wtnv #wtnv quick rundown #welcome to night vale #wtnv ep 33

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our-flag-means-love · 4 months

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welcome back to elliot's autistic-about-music corner.

here's a comprehensive list of boygenius lyrics that have been helping me get through this bc goddamnit i need anything rn.

"$20":

it's a bad idea and i'm all about it / give it one more chance and then i finally had it

the renewal efforts, obviously. it's a hail mary but it's our one chance.

mama told me that it don't run on wishes, but that i should have fun / pushing the flowers that come up into the front of a shotgun

poison into positivity. weaponizing our ability to be polite menaces and our ability to have hope.

may i please have twenty dollars / can you give me twenty dollars / i know you have twenty dollars / i know you have twenty dollars!

me @ zaslav. especially the screamed one.

"emily i'm sorry":

this one's extremely personal to me so i'm not highlighting anything specific but just know that it's this whole song.

"true blue":

you already hurt my feelings three times / in the way only you could

the ending of s1, the wait for s2 renewal, the cancellation.

i remember who i am when i'm with you / your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

the fandom <3 we persist.

you've never done me wrong / except for that one time that we don't talk about / because it doesn't matter anymore

me if it gets renewed for s3.

(continued under the cut)

"not strong enough":

i tried, i can't / stop staring at the ceiling fan and / spinning out about things that haven't happened / breathing in and out

bro i am so anxious about this whole thing bro.

"revolution 0":

i just wanna know / who broke your nose / figure out where they live / so i can kick their teeth in

the broken nose is the cancellation and this is me @ zaslav again.

"leonard cohen":

leonard cohen once said / "there's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in" / and i am not an old man having an existential crisis / at a buddhist monastery, writing horny poetry / but i agree

we have hope. we have a chance. the light can get in.

"satanist":

mortgage off your soul to buy a dream

what it feels like we're doing right now lol.

will you be an anarchist with me / sleep in cars and kill the bourgeoisie

once again, with feeling: fuck zaslav!

"we're in love":

(first of all, i would be remiss in not shamelessly promoting my fav fic i wrote last year here.)

you could absolutely break my heart / that's how i know that we're in love

cannot convey how much the cancellation news broke me. that's because i'm in love with this show.

some october in the future / i'll run out of trash TV / and i'll be feeling lonely

no matter what happens, this show will end, and when it does, i'll miss it dearly.

damn, that makes me sad / it doesn't have to be like that / if you rewrite your life, may i still play a part?

this whole thing.

"anti-curse":

well uhh really it's this entire song so just go listen to this song and yeah it's all of the lyrics. i will highlight this one tho:

writing the words / to the worst love song you've ever heard / sounding out the foreign characters / an incantation like an anti-curse / or even a blessing

all of the letter writing, emailing, commenting.

"letter to an old poet":

you're not special, you're evil / you don't get to tell me to calm down

me @ max/wbd.

when you fell down the stairs / it looked like it hurt and i wasn't sorry

max/wbd taking Ls left and right.

i can't feel it yet / but i am waiting

hope.

"afraid of heights":

i kid you not, the day the news dropped i listened to this song like 20x on repeat during my 2 hour work shift bc nothing else was helping.

i replied / "i don't wanna live forever / but i don't wanna die tonight"

we're not going down without a fight.

if they ever catch you at it / i know you'd want me to be proud / that you took a rich man's dream / and brought it with you on your way down

fuck zaslav!!!!!

how it hurts to hope / oh, it hurts to hope for more / oh, it hurts to hope the future will be better than before

fuck, lucy, it sure does.

#ofmd #our flag means death #save ofmd #renew as a crew #boygenius

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years

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The Florist next-door... Andy Barber x reader series Part 4

<Part 3<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, angry!Andy, bitch!Laurie

A couple of hours later Andy opened his front door and loosened his tie. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation he was about to have.

"Why did, Y/N, get out of your car?" Laurie asked as she appeared in the doorway.

Andy chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked at her. "Something happened at her store."

"And why does that concern you?" She asked coldly.

"Leonard Patz, showed up there, buying flowers for his friend, Ben." Andy explained. "Then, someone slashed her tyres and to top it off, that guy that's been stalking us, is now also following her." He glared at her. "That's why it concerns me, Laurie."

Laurie looked at him worried, gulping before she cleared her throat. "Do you know who, slashed her tyres?" She asked.

Andy's brow creased as he shook his head. "The police are looking in to it, but they're worried about her safety now so, she's staying here tonight." Andy turned his back and walked into hi office putting his brief case down on his desk.

"Excuse me?" Laurie followed. "I don't think she is."

Andy huffed, "And why not, Laurie? The police are worried that someone could be trying to hurt her."

Laurie rolled her eyes. "Always playing the victim, isn't she." She folded her arms across her chest. "Why would anyone want to hurt her?"

Andy shrugged. "I don't know. But why would, Leonard Patz, go to her store? Why is that guy watching her all day? Why would someone slash her tyres? I don't, know! But they have and someone did, and the police are worried about her... I'm, worried about her."

"What's going on?" Jacob asked as he stepped off the bottom step. "Why are you shouting?"

"Nothing, honey, your father and I, were just having a discussion." Laurie turned to smile at Jacob.

Jacob frowned and looked at Andy, "Dad? Who are you worried about?"

Andy drew in a deep breath as he looked at his son, debating whether he should tell him or not. He didn't need to look at Laurie to know she was glaring at him, hoping he'd keep his mouth shut. But Andy couldn't not tell Jacob, you were Jacob's friend just as much as his. "How would you feel about, Y/N, spending the night?"

"Andy." Laurie snapped at him. "You are not involving him in this, he's just a child."

Andy ignored her. "Would you be bothered?"

Jacob shook his head. "No, but why would she need to?" Jacob shrugged.

"The police are worried about her safety. Someone slashed her tyres whilst she was at work today." Andy explained briefly not wanting to fully explain to his son what had gone on.

"What? Why would someone do that?" Jacob asked.

Andy shrugged, "I'm not sure, but the police have reason to believe she's not safe on her own and asked if she could stay here whilst they watch her place."

"Oh," Jacob went quiet. "Is it because of me?"

"No." Laurie placed her hand on his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?" She glared at Andy.

"Do you think it's because of me, dad? Because she's on my side?" Jacob asked Andy.

Andy took a deep breath, "It could be, Jacob, I'm not gonna lie."

"Andy!" Laurie snapped at him.

"It's okay, mom." Jacob shook her hand off. "I want, Y/N, to be safe, so she should be here. After everything she's done for us, we should look out for her."

Andy smiled proudly at his son. "That's very kind and grown up of you, Jacob, I'm proud of you." Andy placed his hand on his shoulder.

Laurie huffed, "For heaven's sake, so you're going to put our family at risk instead."

Andy frowned at Laurie. "What are you talking about?"

"You said she wasn't safe, so being here means we won't be safe." Laurie glared at him. "I don't want her here."

"Laurie, I wouldn't put us at risk but, Y/N, is all on her own." Andy sighed, "She's our friend, Laurie."

"NO!" Laurie snapped. "She's your friend, Andy, not mine."

Andy's eyes widened as he looked at an equally shocked Jacob.

"Pack a bag, Jacob." Laurie pushed him towards the bottom of the stairs.

"What? Why?" He frowned at her.

"We're not staying here tonight if your father insists on choosing her the safety of this family." Laurie sent Andy a cold look.

Andy closed his eyes as he let out a frustrated sigh. "I am not, choosing her over you! She's not safe on her own, Laurie, why can't you understand that?"

"I don't want go, mom. Dad's, right." Jacob stood on the bottom step.

"Now, Jacob!" Laurie shouted at him.

Jacob glared at her before looking at Andy with a pleading look.

Andy shook his head as he glared at Laurie. "Go on son, do as your mother says."

Jacob huffed and ran off upstairs as Andy and Laurie glared at each other in silence until they heard Jacob's door slam shut.

"I thought you were a good person, Laurie, I really did, but right now, I've never been more ashamed of you." Andy turned his back to her and walked over to his desk.

"Right now, I don't really care what you think." She spat at him before slamming the door shut.

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As you sat on the edge of your bed with your overnight bag packed by your feet, you finally took a minute to yourself.

You weren't sure how to feel. You felt guilty, for letting yourself be so stupid and fall in love with a married man. But then again, you knew Andy wasn't happy anymore, not with Laurie and you were pretty sure Laurie felt the same, only she wouldn't admit it. Then there's the whole Leonard Patz thing, your tyres being slashed and the guy that had been watching you. You hadn't felt this scared to be alone since your ex-husband was in the picture.

You were thankful for when Andy offered you to stay the night in his guest room, because then you wouldn't be on your own. But were you really about to do this? Spend a night under the same roof with a man you've found yourself falling in love with and have kissed twice, his wife who hates your guts and their son.

There was no doubt about it, you were a horrible human being.

You quickly squashed all your feelings down and grabbed your things before heading over to Andy's house before you could talk yourself out if going. As you walked up to Andy's front door you couldn't shake the feeling you were being watched, so you looked over your shoulder and there he was. You froze as you and the man stared at each other. How was he not fazed by being spotted?

"Jacob, lets go!" Laurie shouted as she pulled the front door open. She glared at you, only stopping momentarily before barging past you and over to her car without a word to you.

You frowned as you looked back at Jaocb as he walked out of the front door with a bag. "Hey." You smiled.

"Hey," He returned your smile. "You okay? Dad, told me about your tyres."

You looked at Andy behind him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool."

"M'sorry." Jacob frowned as he looked down. "It's all my fault."

"No, Jacob, you have nothing to be sorry for." You reached out and patted his shoulder.

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this mess." He shook his head. "So, I'm sorry."

You smiled warmly at him, "You're a good kid, Jacob, I hope you know that."

"Jacob, let's go!" Laurie shouted through the rolled down window. "Now."

Jacob huffed and said goodbye to you and Andy before walking over to Laurie's car.

"Where they off to?" You asked Andy as you entered the house with him.

Andy let out a heavy breath, "A hotel. Laurie, needed space." He frowned, looking at you. "And don't start blaming yourself, Y/N." He said before you could open your mouth. "This is a, Laurie, problem, not yours."

You nodded keeping your mouth shut as you looked down to the two bags in your hands. "Oh, I bought over some groceries I had that I was gonna make dinner with, I thought I could cook as a thank you." You smiled at him.

Andy smiled excitedly as he took them from you. "That sounds, amazing." His belly grumbled at the prospect of something other than takeout. "But you didn't need to do that."

You shrugged, "It's the least I can do..." You smiled, your cheeks beginning to blush. "Hmm, do you mind if I shower? Kinda want to wash away today, if you know what I mean."

Andy nodded, "Sure. I'll take you up and show you where you can put your things." He placed the groceries down before leading you upstairs. Andy cleared his throat as he pushed open a door. "This is the guest room," He looked back at you and nodded over to another door. "That's Jacob's, the bathroom is there and that's... Where I sleep." He paused as he looked at the room he shared with Laurie. He quickly cleared his throat, "There's towels in that cupboard and, there should be some things in there for you to use." He gave you a warm smile before closing the door.

You let out a deep breath as you dropped onto the end of the bed. What were you doing?

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Andy sat in his office, silently brooding as he watched the CCTV footage from the building next to your store. The police officer whom was working the case had sent it to him. The footage showed the person that had slashed your tyres, clear as day and he was beyond pissed off.

"Hey," You appeared in the doorway with a smile. "Hungry?" You asked.

Andy nodded with a smile, liking the feeling he got when he saw you fresh out of the shower in his home, "Starving." He stood up and closed his laptop. "I'm gonna shower real quick but I'll be back down shortly and I'll give you a hand." He quickly ran upstairs before you could answer.

He walked into his bedroom and shut the door as he pulled his cell out and dialled Laurie's number. He began to pace back and forth as it dialled, getting more and more angrier as he waited.

"What do you want, Andy?" Laurie asked coldly.

"Where's, Jacob?"

"Playing his game in the other room." She answered.

"Good, I want to talk to you." Andy gritted his teeth.

"We're not coming home, Andy."

"I don't want you to come home." Andy snapped at her. "Not after what you've done."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, Laurie." Andy balled his fist up as he began Gan to pace back and fourth again.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Andy. I've done nothing."

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Andy shouted. "I know what you did to, Y/N's, car. There's CCTV footage of you, Laurie. I know it was you."

Laurie was silent for a moment before she let out a frustrated sigh. "... I can explain."

"What were you thinking?" Andy asked.

"I wasn't, okay. My head is all over the place and--"

"Don't give me that, Laurie. You knew what you were doing. You were thinking about yourself." Andy spat.

"How dare you say that? I was thinking about us--"

"NO!" Andy shouted. "You were thinking about yourself, because if you weren't, you wouldn't have done this."

"You can't say that, Andy!"

"I can, because I know for a fact, you weren't thinking about, Jacob. Do have any idea how bad this is going to reflect on him?" Andy stood in the middle of the room defeated.

"What do you mean? You can make this go away, Andy."

Andy let out a dry chuckle, "How am I supposed to do that? The police are involved."

"You can talk to, Y/N, for me. She's your friend. She'll listen to you. Please. Tell her about it looking bad on, Jacob." Laurie pleaded.

Anger boiled up inside Andy again. "You should apologise to her, Laurie."

She huffed, "I am not, apologising to her."

Andy ground his teeth. "Why not?"

"Because it's her fault, okay. She deserved it." Laurie snapped.

"How? She's done nothing wrong. She's been nothing but a loyal and caring friend to, Jacob and me. Hell, she's even been all those things and more towards you, even when you've been nothing but a spiteful bitch towards her." Andy spat.

Laurie gasped, "Andy, can't you see she's trying to steal you away from me."

"No, Laurie, I'm sorry but I've had enough of it. I don't know why you've had it out for, Y/N, from the moment you met her, but it stops now."

"Andy,"

"NO. I don't want to hear your excuses, okay? I'm done. Goodbye." He hung and flicked his cell onto silence before throwing it onto the bed. He then let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his head into his hands.

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#chris evans #Andy Barber #andy barber smut #Andy Barber x reader #Andy Barber x reader series #Andrew Barber x reader #Chris Evans x reader #Andy Barber series

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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reader impact || first meetings: unreconciled stars

series masterlist characters: scaramouche, fischl, mona genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i'm sorry fischl and mona's aren't that good :(( this is actually my first time writing for them but i hope you enjoy <33

scaramouche's playthrough -

oof scara

scara scara scara

this boy hates his chat and at this point they don't care.

it's not like he'll badmouth them, right?

think ludwig.

that's him.

he's a very angy boy please--

as for what he does?

much like childe he'd do a lot of pvp games.

he's not too keen on showing off his personal life.

he prefers that boundary between his viewers and himself, y'know?

he honestly doesn't even understand why his viewers like him.

he knows he's a mean person and yet here they are :/

he doesn't take requests from his viewers he just kinda plays whatever he wants.

imagine his viewers' surprise when they see him streaming genshin--

they asked why a lot.

"it seemed cool."

this man just wants to play some good ol' anime games.

his chat calls him soft and he just glares.

anyway now he's actually playing.

he's not really into mondstadt's characters they're all... okay to him.

he feels a bit better in liyue.

not because it's pretty oh no no no.

because look at all the enemies outside >:))

he'll clear the whole field don't test him.

anyway, now onto the unreconciled stars event :00

this man really doesn't like katheryne--

anyway at this point he's tasked with find fritz, which he doesn't really want to do.

he sees the dude on the ground but that's only after he sees someone standing next to him.

and then he sees someone standing next to him :0

"is the guy on the floor sleeping?"

"i believe so. i've tried everything, but he won't wake up."

he will pause to look at your outfit.

it's so complex but it's so cool!!!

his chat suspects something's up but... he'll just snap at them like he normally does.

but he'll silently admire you <3

also yOU'RE T I N Y ! !

and then paimon points out your clothes and the cameras pans up your body--

"heh... and by "this person over here," you mean me, right?"

he will choose the "those unique clothes are quite beautiful" option in a heartbeat.

he doesn't care that his chat is teasing him, he just wants you to know :))

he's kinda sad when you leave, though...

"please come back soon..."

his CHAT HAS NEVER SEEN HIM SO SOFT BEFORE

skip to a few events later when the constellation is revealed to be leonard's.

the sudden cutscene catches him off guard because he's prepared to fight someone.

"hi! sounds interesting... mind if i join you?"

he won't say anything but he will physically relax at the sight of you.

you make this man soft please--

he's lowkey angry when his character is teleported away from you :(

(name): the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers

HYPEHYPEHYPE

YOU'RE SO COOL!

of course he doesn't say that but his chat can tell that's what he's thinking.

this man's eyes go wide when you order the fatui around.

please help he really likes you. you're so assertive and cute and cool and just AGH--

fischl's playthrough -

fischl can and will do cosplay streams.

her fans like to watch her because of the "character" she puts up for the camera.

honestly she just does this because she genuinely enjoys cosplaying and bringing characters to life.

oz is the nickname for her pet bird :))

she definitely gets a lot of trolls in her chat that make fun of her for her cosplays and "dumb" way of speaking.

in which case she'll just yell at them using her "dumb" way of speaking.

she really does care about how people see her but her chat comforts her a lot after, so she feels better after a few minutes :))

the games she plays are very fantasy based and take place in worlds that don't exist.

once she gets into a game, she'd pick her favorite character and cosplay as them everytime she streams that game.

sometimes she does sewing streams where she actually makes her own cosplay with her fans.

they like to make it with her if they have the materials :D

genshin impact was a game her fans recommended because they actually want to see fischl cosplay the characters.

they will beg her to do the cosplay creation on stream.

(they defintitely know who she'll choose to cosplay but it's fine)

when she reaches the unreconciled stars event, she's really excited to learn about the fated meteorite granting sleep upon touch.

she's ready to go around teyvat in search of an answer when...

"katheryne! vassal of the immernachtreich, do mine ears deceive me, or didst thou cry out mine holy name in earnest supplication not one moment ago?"

some of her chat is obviously confused by your speech but her long time viewers can understand some of it.

oz, who fischl had brought with her to play, seems excited to see your familiar flying to you :)

fischl is just as excited as he is!!

please you speak just like her and you're voice is so nice and it actually sounds like the developers put thought into what the speech would mean in "proper speech."

"a pleasure to meet you again, katheryne."

YOU'RE FAMILIAR IS JUST AS COOL AS YOU ARE!!

some of her viewers will beg for her to skip through your dialogue.

when she sees those comments, she will purposefully let your dialogue play out, proceed to read out that same dialogue, and respond to you as if she was actually talking to you.

not just to spite them but because it's also a lot of fun for her <3

"it would seem the gods have blessed us with meeting such a well-respected being!"

translation: she's really excited to have met you.

as soon as you spoke she decided she would cosplay as you.

she's already planning out all of the materials she'll need and how much time it would take.

if your familiar is a bird, you best bet oz will be in her photo shoots for your cosplay.

most of the time you're on screen, she'll talk to her viewers about you in her classic chuunibyou style <333

she's really sad when it's time for you to leave :(((

"... goodbye, fischl. you are a good listener. i enjoy chatting with you. to be honest, most of the other adventurers in the guild only ever talk to me when they wanna hear (familiar)'s reconnaissance reports... this little journey we had... it was a great adventure. i'm just sorry that is has to end so abruptly..."

she might cry wait--

she relates to you even more now :(

"ah! what am i doing? i totally broke form..."

you're too cute pleas--

mona's playthrough -

mona does a lot of nightly streams.

it's very rare for you to catch her streaming with daylight.

she likes to share things about astrology while sitting outside drinking something warm.

she'll do a lot of nightly gaming streams as well.

mainly calmer games that people can vibe to in the background.

she prefers to keep her streams lowkey and chill, much like the life she wants to lead.

if only she had the money to do so...

yes, mona is still struggling with money even as a streamer.

she greatly appreciates any donations her fans give to her because she practically relies on them to pay her rent and daily necessities.

of course, it's not like she's completely struggling, just enough to barely get her by.

anyway, her fans ask her about playing genshin impact, inticing her with their talk about the stars and night sky in the game.

she's the type of player to take her time in the environment and take a lot of pictures of her character at night.

she's actually really excited when she hears about this new event centering around the stars and sky :D

soon enough, she gets around to the part where she is need of an astrologist.

she's HYPED to hear there's an astrologist in the game.

"someone looking for me? who is it?"

she will squeal, please.

look at you!!!

your whole design has stars and is space-themed and you're so cute and you're voice is so soothing ! ! !

she really likes listening to you talk about astrology because your voice gets even softer than before.

that scene where you go to the cliff??

please she has that scene as her lockscreen <3

you just look so cool when you start to do your process.

you're so focused and the way they animate your process in the game is beautiful.

and then the fatui harbinger interrupts one of your meetings :00

you grab onto mona's character and teleport away in a cloud of stars and specks of your elemental vision.

she's kinda embarrassed when you scold her about getting involved with the harbinger--

but not only are you really cool and awesome, you're super strong, too!

please be sassy more she really likes how proud you sound :))

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i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry · 2 years

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i've been thinking about a sagau x monster prom crossover for DAYS

usually my brainworms give up by now but nooooooo

it's just nonstop so i'm gonna share some of it with you in hopes that it'll either go away or at least give someone some amusement

the main premise is god!reader being a member of the cast, not one of the main prospects but they show up a lot (or they are one of the options but, y'know, like the most difficult route bc the requirements need like a perfect run to meet & even then it's treated as a one off thing (you're devoted to your people/protecting this poor soul from them))

the entire cult was isekai'd and the others can make appearances, but you tend to try and avoid intervention bc you know this is a game and you don't know if it also counts as yours (either way you're pretty set as teyvat's god and you don't think they're willing to share, gotta protect the world, the coven would be proud)

i see the cast seeing you as kinda boring in the 'doesn't resort to violence, murder, or drugs and actually gives a damn about the less fortunate????' but also that puts you closer to the 'must protect' category with blobbert and scott

zoe is the only one who actually knows that you're mx god of gods and the two of you vibe on being more ancient and powerful than everyone else while usually being depicted as the more normal or harmless than the rest (aside from particular moments, like Zoe lashing out, but those are triggered by an outside source)

please feel free to troll the fuck out of leonard and maybe kill and revive him a few times can't be arrested if he's not dead

i feel like your secret ending would revolve around finding a way back home and like maybe creating a way to go back and forth so you can still spend time with the pc bc you gotta give them that satisfying ending (or maybe they come with idk it won't last)

fucking love imagining the various possible scenes where people find out you're not as harmless as you seem, maybe a full run of that could be a second secret ending

honestly really like the idea of god reader meeting damien's dads for some reason??? but like damien's my fave and i love him and his dads and their relationship so it's not surprising

BUT AGAIN WITH ZOE

the two of you can totally complain about your cults (yours is an "organized religion"? ok whatever) together and how over the top they can be, but you definitely count yourself lucky that yours is so much better (though i suppose they do get better in one of zoe's secret endings, you'd probably cameo there)

calculester would love you, finally one of his friends has a fucking MORAL COMPASS (the coven too)

let loose sometimes tho, you gotta keep up with the shenanigans

PLEASE punch the interdimensional prince in the face

also it'd be so cool to hang with valerie and you're not monster enough for the slayer to go after you so you and aaravi can hang too!

omg talking video game stuff with aaravi she'd be so interested in the artifacts and weapons from teyvat

you can hear the narrator btw & sometimes discuss with him how much you can do without messing up the game's progression (letting you build up a whole ass unofficial empire w/ your group behind the scenes, the advice on how to keep out of vera's sights and away from any in-game powers (the only real threats, let's be honest here) is op)

any time anyone says anything like "but that's impossible" you can just pipe in like "since when does logic apply to spooky high? just ask [player name]"

yes you say player name there :)

AND IMAGINING THE WEEKEND AND LUNCH BITS NOW BYE

just it's so fun???

ALSO ALSO LET'S TALK SPRITES

i'll leave most of it to your imagination but you could totally give cameos to your faves! like half the genshin cast (ok that's an exaggeration but shhh) can transform, just like, kffjsdjgkslk wisp venti or birb xiao chilling on your shoulder??? carrying around a fox yae??? idk how canon it is but ik a lot of people on here like talking about a smaller dragon zhongli and like just keep him on your shoulders it's perfect

#slimegod.speaks #i have too many sagau aus but fjdslkgjdslkjgsl #it's fun #monster prom au

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sebstanseabass · 3 years

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 7

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lunch with Bucky was spent in a little Italian place right across the bar. It belonged to a seventy-year old Italian immigrant named Marco who invested in it with nothing but his savings when he first came to New York. Fifteen years later, his little dining place stood still through its ups and downs. In fact, business was getting stronger for Marco ever since the bar opened. His target customers expanded from fellow immigrants to little boys who played soccer in the little league and finally to drunk bastards who wanted pizza in the middle of the night. He also started putting up a 24/7 sign and hired more people to work for him. Marco gave me a sympathetic smile as soon as he passed by you with a bottle of hot sauce he knew you liked.

"Where's the hunk?" His Italian accent never faltered. "Ditched ya?"

Lunch with Bucky was also cut short when he received a phone call from Leonard about an emergency in the White Wolf. "It's Leonard." He said. "Gotta get back to the hotel." Then you slipped in a tiny question, seeing a different phone on his hand: "Is that your phone? I thought you left it in your penthouse, that's why you crashed into our apartment."

"I borrowed Peter's old phone when we did our little fiancè act back there. Then I got my phone back after I ate all that food."

"And here you are again eating."

"Not anymore, I'm not." He chuckled, getting up from the chair and throwing his napkin gently on the table. "I gotta go, doll. Duty awaits. I'll see you around."

You were left there with two plates of pasta, one large pizza, and a hundred dollar bill that covered the whole meal. "Plus tip." Bucky then fled and hailed a cab. He gave you one last look and a small salute before getting inside then off he went.

"He had some business work to do." You replied. "Can I take these to-go please? Oh, and here." You handed Marco the hundred dollar bill and said something you have never said (not once!) in your entire life. "Keep the change."

Marco grinned, took the money and placed it inside his apron pockets. "Any chance you got four more of this?"

"Hey, that's with the tip already!" You playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back on the chair. "And you should ask the hunk that. Not me."

He started taking some plates off the table, his back a bit hunched as he did. "Who was that anyway? Finally replaced that old boyfriend of yours?"

"Old boyfriend? Marco, I'm single. Oh no, you're not at that stage now, are you?" It was meant as a joke but you did genuinely care for the old guy.

Marco stopped from picking up the plates and stood taller. "What ya talking 'bout?"

"You know," you whispered, "the forgetful stage."

"Oh fuck off." You earned a glare from him then continued to pick up the plates from the table before wiping it clean. A mother covered her three-year-old daughter's ears, with pasta noodles falling out of her mouth. She said something to Marco but was overpowered by his voice. A man in his 40's kept looking at you and Marco, probably wondering what the fuss was all about. "I'm still young!" He added. "And you know who I'm talking about. The guy you live with."

You scoffed and gave him an unbelievable look as you watched him clean, avoiding the stares people were starting to give. "That's not my boyfriend, Marco." You whispered.

"What? He's not?"

"He's my roommate." You took a sip of your bottled water. "We're roommates, nothing more."

"Well, good. I like the hunk better than that skinny roommate of yours." He bellowed laughing, holding his big, round belly. His voice echoed against the walls.

"Wait, so you thought Peter was my boyfriend this whole time?" You genuinely asked.

"Well, yeah! You were always together eating and whatnot. What was I supposed to think?"

You were supposed to argue with Marco that it was okay to be friends with someone of the opposite gender: to platonically hangout twenty-four seven, have pizza nights, movie nights, and all the things couples do but in a very platonic way. But Marco was an old man who stubbornly clung to his ancient beliefs. You didn't want to light a fire you and him. Besides, you were still on your way to earning his trust and getting a friend discount.

"Unbelievable." You mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Despite his old age, Marco still had the ears of a twenty-year old.

"You and me, both. All the time I was thinking to myself, you could do better!"

Oh, God. I know where this is going. You thought. "I'm not letting you set me up with your son, Marco."

"Why not?"

"Because he's old." You groaned, wishing he would just clear the table and just get it on with your to-go Italian food.

"So was that hunk you were with!"

Tired of all the back and forths, you sighed. "Marco, can't you just give me the food? I still have work to do."

"Yeah, yeah, aight. Don't nag me." Marco grunted. "You sounding like my ex-wife back there." His voice faded once he went back towards the counter, and started placing the food in the little to-go boxes.

Your phone on the table lit up. A text message from Peter asking you if you were still with Bucky. You replied back instantly that he went back to the White Wolf. You received no more messages from him after that.

A few seconds later, a figure approached and stopped right in front of you. You looked up and saw one of your friends who also did photography back in college.

"Wanda?"

Wanda flashed you that sweet smile of hers that reminded you of chocolates, rainbows, and unicorns.

"Aria! Wow, it's so nice to see you!" She crouched down to envelope you in a warm hug, then sat across from you, where Bucky was sitting a few minutes ago. She placed her small, shiny purse right on the table, her painted nails never letting it go. "I was just walking down the street and then saw you from the window. How are you? It's been quite long, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm doing good." Wanda could be such a Chatty Cathy. She was the kind of person that never let silence take over a room. If you memory served you right, you haven't seen each other since you graduated from college. She was a year younger than you and even though you stayed in New York the whole time, you never bothered to visit her at NYU Tisch during her last year. "How about you? How have you been doing?"

"I'm doing real good too! I actually set up my own studio a year ago in Manhattan after being a wedding photographer. I now photograph models, sometimes I do photowalks. I also hold photo exhibits from time to time." Unlike you, Wanda chose to follow her passion and majored in Photography and Imaging. "It's been really fun!"

Albeit feeling happy for her, a pang of jealousy struck you. You tried your best to ignore it and said: "That's great, Wanda. I'm so proud of you. You've come a long way since then."

She grinned. "I did, yeah. How about you? How's the business thing?"

You pursed your lips. "I'm actually juggling two jobs right now. I bartend at that bar over there," you pointed across the street, "and I also started a photography business." You continued. "I just do product photos for small businesses."

It was nothing big like Wanda's. Actually, it wasn't anything compared to her Manhattan studio and photowalks and photo exhibits. Nothing at all.

Her jaw dropped. Eyes wide. "Bartending? Wow! That doesn't sound like you at all!"

You chuckled then shook your head. "Who would've thought, huh? But it's pretty convenient and it pays half of my rent."

"You're still living with the Parker guy?"

"Actually, yes I still am." You replied. "But it's just the two of us now."

"Nothing more comforting than a familiar face around, huh?" She answered. "Oh hey, it's great you're still doing photography. I thought it was just a hobby of yours."

"I fell in love with it more during college, you know that."

Wanda just nodded her head in response then looked at her wrist watch. "Right. Well, this has been fun but I have a meeting to go to at some company who wants to talk about collaborations and stuff. You know the drill." She stood up from the chair, its legs scraping the wooden floors. "It was really nice to see you, Aria. I hope we can see each other again soon."

You mirrored her and stood up, reaching for a hug. "It's nice to see you too, Wanda." You let her go, then rambled. "I'm just in the bar if you ever wanna grab a drink or maybe coffee or lunch or anything, really."

"I will." She replied.

Before walking out, Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, matched with a tight-lipped smile; like the gesture of someone towards a family member at one's funeral. Funnily enough, it was kind of appropriate. Your career in photography might as well be dead. You haven't received any work inquiry in over a month now, and some businesses have been rejecting your photography services. It was the classic "it's not you, it's me" scenario. They just found someone better.

With Wanda out of sight, you drained your thoughts and continued to stare at the moving cars on the streets. Getting you out of your trance was Marco tapping you on the shoulder.

"You alright there, kid?" He asked while handing you a plastic bag full.

"Yeah, sorry." You answered. "Just got distracted." You relieved him of your to-go food, grabbing it from his calloused hands.

"I know that kid you were talking to."

"Wanda?"

"Yeah, yeah. She photographed my son's wedding."

"The one you kept setting me up with?"

"Not that old bastard." He answered, frowning. "The younger, hotter one. With all the cheekbones and the eyes. Got them from me." Marco looked like a taller Danny DeVito. You doubted this "younger, hotter one" of his looked anything like Marco. "She also photographed my daughter's wedding."

"Jesus. How many children do you have?"

"Five." He chuckled. "I got some great swimmers."

You made a guttural sound and rolled your eyes. "Oh, God. Did not need to know that. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around, Marco." With that, you started to walk out and headed straight to the apartment.

There was nothing much to do once you got in the apartment besides putting the leftovers inside the fridge. The bar usually opened at four in the afternoon for happy hour so you took a short nap and was able to clear you head of all the things that happened overnight.

You woke up at about three in the afternoon and headed down the bar. By the time you got there, Nick was already inside, arranging the tables and chairs that were turned upside down.

"Hey, you got in early today." You greeted him as you approached the bar counter.

Nick looked up, hands still wrapped around a table. "Yeah well, I can't let you be employee of the month every single time."

"Living right above the bar does have some of its perks." You chuckled, grabbing an apron. "Need help with those?"

He answered no but his actions said otherwise. You jogged towards him and lifted the other side of the table, placing it on the floor without making much of a sound. You walked towards the other tables then started lifting one, praying to God you won't let it slip away from your arms but of course, you still had no luck on your side. Once Nick asked you that one question ("Do you want to go on a date with me?") you didn't want to hear, you dropped the table on your right foot. Bam! You stifled the sound of pain that itched your throat. Nick shuffled towards me and asked me if you were okay. You gently shrugged him off, telling him that it was nothing and that you you recently had a concussion less than twenty-four hours ago, this was absolutely nothing.

"You sure?" He asked. His hand gripped my waist, trying to maintain my balance.

"Yes, Nick." You straightened up and tried to stretch your right foot, checking if it was sprained or not. Thankfully, it was still good for running.

He let go of you then scratched the back of his head. His eyes focused on the wooden floors. "That was not a good time to ask that."

"I don't think there was ever a good time to ask that."

"Is that a no?"

Your mind recalled the conversation you and Peter had at the elevator: "Never dip the pen in company ink, right?"

Yes, it was easier to let him down easy with no one else around. You could also tell him you'll think about it but either way, you'd still be spending the remaining minutes in the bar with the fleeting awkwardness hanging in the air. But the silence was becoming heavier each second you weren't saying anything so you just shut your mind for a second and said: "Is it okay if I think about it first?"

"Yes. Sure. Of course!" He replied, finally meeting your eyes. "Just let me know. You know where to find me. Just here in the bar. 'Cause I work here."

"I know, Nick." You snickered. "I work here too."

"Right, right." He shook his head. "I'm just gonna..." He trailed off, pointing to the tables with his thumb.

"Yeah, I'll just..." You didn't know where else to go so you just made up an excuse. "I'll just be in the kitchen."

"What are you gonna do there?"

"I think there are still some shipments there? From earlier?" Lie. "I'll take care of them. Don't worry."

"O-okay."

And with that, you left Nick arranging tables and chairs while you headed towards the kitchen, sat on the floor and scrolled through different social media platforms before one of the cooks entered the kitchen. You ignored the befuddled look she gave you. It was the sign to stand up and walk out of the kitchen. So you did.

Once Peter walked in the doors, you grabbed a bottle of beer and removed the bottle cap. You greeted him with a smile and placed his drink on the counter. "Hey, Parker. Guess what?"

"Hey, y/n." He smiled, sitting on the stool and placing his briefcase on the counter. He immediately grabbed the beer bottle and took his first sip. "Nick finally asked you out?"

"You don't know the rules to the 'Guess What' game, do you?"

"Oh, I know the rules." He replied. "I'm just a born rule breaker. So," he stared at his beer bottle scratching the sticker with his thumbs, "did you say yes?"

"I told him I'll think about it."

"And you've thought about it?"

"Yes."

"...and?"

"I'm gonna tell him no." You walked away from Peter, pouring beer from the beer tap into a beer mug for one of the regulars who just walked in. "It's kind of hard to work with someone you're dating or you've dated. I mean, you learned that the hard way, right?"

Peter groaned, reminiscing the time he dated his co-worker, a certain Denise, for six months, stringing her along for a couple more before dumping her. He couldn't even begin to describe how much hatred Denise had for Peter. One night, you found Peter on the rooftop, writing his resignation letter. Of course, you had to throw it after sneaking up on him behind his back. Apparently, Peter couldn't take any more of Denise's death stares during meetings, lunch breaks, and any time she was around Peter. Luckily, Denise got fired the next day for some legal dispute. Peter drank his whole night away that very day and you ended up taking care of him. The next day, you told him everything he'd done that night except one thing: trying to kiss you.

"Hey," Peter hissed, "here he comes. Good luck." He swiftly left his briefcase and beer bottle on the counter, hurrying his way towards the toilet.

You gave Nick a small smile once he opened the counter pass-through. "Nick. Hi."

"Y/n. Hi!"

"So, about the thing earlier -- "

"Can I get a beer?" Interrupted a man on your left side but you couldn't care less. You put up your hand in front of his face. "In a mug!"

Before you could even say "I'm sorry, Nick, but I can't date a co-worker. It's just not right. But you're great. Not just with me" the man shooed your hand away. "Hey! The hell is this?"

You groaned. "You'll get your beer in just one moment, okay?"

The man huffed and left the counter then sat on a nearby table, flipping me off. You rolled your eyes at him and brought your attention back to Nick who was still waiting for your answer. While halfway through your short speech you have been preparing in your head, he interrupted with a: "Yeah, yeah, I know where this is going. It's fine. It's alright. I understand. I'll let you get back to work."

He started turning around but you immediately stopped him. "So this is okay, right? No weird tension between us, or something like that?"

He nodded his head and sent you a warm smile. "Yeah, everything's good. At least I tried, y'know. I'll, uh, see ya around 'cause y'know -- "

"You work here, yeah."

"Yeah. Well... " And with that, he treaded away towards the pass-through and approached some newcomers.

The man from earlier was still staring at you so you went ahead and opened the beer tap. Before the liquid even reached the top of the mug, a hand laid on top of the tap handle and turned the tap off.

"Now," Bucky's voice rang inside your ears, "how about you make me a mean drink, doll?"

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nerdypipsqueak · 3 years

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been hoping really hard you're resting well after the vaccine so take all the comfort you need. i'll be here if you need to talk or vent c:,,,this one's an ask about the 'weird asks that say a lot:' 20, 23, 28, 57, 58

The two days immediately after the vaccine were a bit rough but I’m feeling a lot better now.

20. Preferred place to write? Definitely laptop. I have my moodboards there, along with my music and Google (although that’s a slippery slope towards rabbitholes and procrastination, ngl).

23. Strange habits. I can’t think of any strange habits tbh. I think I’m quite boring.

28. Five songs to describe you. Way Down by Tori Amos. Movement by Hozier. Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons. Treaty by Leonard Cohen. Streetcars by Sinead O’Connor.

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome. My fear of heights, my struggle with dyscalculia, my son’s issues regarding mobility and cow’s milk protein allergy.

58. Four talents you’re proud of having. My writing. My gift for languages and accents. My singing voice. My acting skills.

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kisu-no-hi · 4 years

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A bit random but you are really such a beautiful and kind person. I have been following you for so long and never have I seen you be negative in any way, you are always so welcoming and considerate - I remember you comforted me when Leonard Nemoy died back in 2015 and I will always appreciate that (yes, it was you, even if you don't remember, I always will). You're so wonderful, I hope you're proud of who you are

Aaaw love, I absolutely do remember you ♥I always try to be as nice and respectful as I can but believe me, there are still moments where I’m not the bigger the person and hurt people, even if I don’t mean to. There’s always room for improvement, you know? But your kind words are really touching, it makes me happy you still have a kind memory to associate me with ♥I’ll keep trying to do my best, I promise ♥

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knives-out20 · 4 years

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Kids - Rip Hunter x Male!OC

Fandom: Legends Of Tomorrow (2016-Present)

Pairing: Vinoja (OC) x Rip Hunter

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: N/A

Notes: Here’s more because the friend I made this for had a bad day and I wanted to help.

Dedicated To: @peccetis

Vinoja sat in a small room on the Waverider, crouched by a chair he had full opportunity so sit on. But, he chose to sit on the floor in front of the chair, leaning back on it. He held his phone in his hands, replaying a voicemail of his over and over.

"Hi, daddy," Jonathan, Vinoja's youngest, had greeted, his dog (Malt) barking afterwards.

"We miss you a lot!" Jane, Vinoja's second-youngest, chimed in.

"But we know you're busy with your friends and your boyfriend, saving the world 'n' all" he could see the warm smile on Sharon’s face as she said that. “And we love you for that, dad."

"We-We're waiting for you with Uncle Hayward back, uh, back home, dad" Marley stuttered, Sloane's giggle just about heard over it. "We- We hope you're safe right now."

"Get home soon, pops, we miss you" Keith finished. "What Marley said was stupid as fuck; you're an Archangel, dad, you have all your powers on you to keep you 'n' your friends safe...we really do love you, though. Time travel faster, dammit."

"We love you!" "we love you" Jane's and Jonathan's voices was heard last, before the voicemail repeated itself.

Vinoja stared off into space as he used his thumb to replay the voicemail, green eyes dull of any emotion. He can only imagine Jane running around to gather her siblings and their dog to use either Sharon’s, Marley’s, or Keith's phone to send their far-away dad a message. Vinoja let his eyes fall closed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as the sound of Malt barking felt like music to his ears.

He misses the feel of his dog's fur underneath his fingertips, JJ's arms around his leg as Jane tugs his sleeve to gain his attention. Vinoja misses the feel of Sharon’s and Keith's curly hair. He also misses combing through Marley’s hair, it's just as soft as his.

"Time travel faster, dammit," Keith repeated, pulling Vinoja out of his celestial head.

A small smile followed after when JJ and Jane repeated their "I love you"s, the Archangel gulping thickly.

"You okay, Wings?"

Vinoja snapped his head in the direction of the door to the room he was in.

Leonard stood in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed. "I'm hearing a kids voice say 'daddy', and I don't like it. Are you okay, or do I need to tell the others you're watching some weeeeird shit?"

Vinoja shook his head, sitting up properly. "I'm listening to this voicemail my kids sent me," he blankly replied, putting his phone down to fix his hair.

Leonard paused for a moment, thinking. "Y'miss them, huh?"

"Yea," Vinoja nodded eagerly. "They're already left alone so often when I do my concerts and tours, now they gotta go fuck-knows-how-long in their time while I'm here travelling through time to stop some smooth-brainer.”

Leonard laughed, looking down to try and conceal his grin. It wasn't whole-hearted, but it was enough of a laugh to make Vinoja proud to know that Leonard finds him funny. "Good one, man. Does your loverboy know you miss your little monsters?"

Vinoja gulped, shaking his head. He slowly got up, dusting off his flashy suit. "No…” Vinoja turned off his phone, putting it in his pocket. “It wouldn't be fair to him. Me complaining about how I miss my very-much-alive kids while he's doing all this to make sure his own kid doesn't die. It'd seem like I'm showing off in a way. I miss my kids who are currently alive, he misses his kid who's dead because this Megamind-lookin' guy cant keep it in his pants for Kendra.”

Leonard scoffed, shaking his head. "If I'd assume you know anything, it's that people shouldn't keep things all bottled up like that.”

"Wow, thanks for the lecture," Vinoja playfully rolled his eyes. “And I know, I know that, obviously. Why do you think I make songs? I mean, sure, it's fun-" Vinoja fell back onto the chair, sitting on it properly, "but sometimes it's the only healthy way to let stuff out.”

Leonard pushed himself off the wall. “Alright. I’ll leave you alone now, but you know where to find me. If you caaaan, tell Keith I said hello. I know I'm his favourite.”

Vinoja nodded, watching Leonard turn around and leave. He sighed softly, pulling his phone back out. Vinoja tapped to listen to a different voicemail.

"Hi, Pops. Keith here. I gotta say, it's kinda hard watchin' the others without ya. Uncle Hayward is a great help, so is Uncle Jack when he swings by," Keith started off, masking how much he truly missed his dad.

"Malt misses you, too," Sharon pipes up. “And Uncle Hayward and Uncle Jack. We can't wait 'til you come home again, from saving the world with your boyfriend.”

"Uh, Uncle Hayward's t-teaching me how to, uh, how to do karate. I don't think my lungs can keep up, though," Marley jokes, forcing out a chuckle.

"Nerd.” Keith insulted

"Pepperoni-face." Marley shot back.

Vinoaj chuckled when he heard Marley's familiar "ow!", knowing Keith most likely shoved him. This voicemail was from about a week ago, the first one was more recent.

"We miss you, dad. A lot." Keith confessed.

"We love you a lot, too. But that's a given…" Sharon reminded.

"We love you, dad. Get- Get back soon!" River would end it, and the voicemail started over again.

"I love you too, kids," Vinoja whispered softly, completely vulnerable. He groaned, going back to the first one so he could hear his whole family. Vinoja leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, eyes closing again so that his whole world, in this moment, was just the voicemail.

On its third replay, some older voice brought this Archangel back down to earth. Again.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Vinoja's green eyes latched open, as he turned his head to the doorway once more. "Oh...Rip,” he nodded in greeting, turning off his phone at the speed of light.

"I'm sorry, you seemed to be in the middle of something- Leonard came and went quite quickly,” Rip pointed out, walking into the room slowly.

"Oh, uhm- uh, it's nothing, really," Vinoja shook his head, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Last I checked, I walked in on you listening to some group of familiar children on repeat. Everything alright, dear?" Rip's voice dropped an octave; now it was softer, more caring.

Vinoja cleared his throat, glancing at his empty hands. “It was old voicemails from my kids. That- That I was listening to.”

"I would've assumed so,” Rip nodded for Vinoja to go on. “You miss them, I'm also assuming?"

"No offence, but yea, a lot. I enjoy spending time with you, baby, and the crew, but doesn't mean I can't miss my own kids," Vinoja pointed out. He shrugged.

"Why didn't you voice your frustrations with me?" Rip questioned.

Vinoja mumbled incoherently. “I thought, that, y'know, it wouldn't be fair. Me, complaining about missing my kids, who're very much alive. To you, Rip, when you miss your kid, and he's...y'know...I didn't it to seem like I was showing off.”

"Aw, Vinoja…" Rip gently cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, leaning in to sweetly kiss him. “That's sweet of you for considering it, but I hope you know I really don't mind.”

Vinoja made eye contact with him. “Really-? I dunno, it just didn't seem fucking fair.”

"Vinoja, the whole reason we're doing this is for a better future. Both for your kids, and mine. I need full morale for us to get through with this, so...next time you ever feel like this, come to me, okay?" Rip asked, eyebrows raising. “I care about you.”

Vinoja glanced around the floor, thinking of what to say. “Okay," he agreed, leaning into Rip's touch. “I just- I care about you, too, y'know?"

"I know you do, and I adore you for it. Now c'mon, we're about to travel again and I need you in one of the seats.”

Vinoja nodded, Rip's hand in his as they walked out.

#lot #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #rip hunter x male #rip hunter x male!oc #harry styles #oc #male oc #archangel oc #male x oc #male x male #male x canon #oc x canon #oc x male #canon x male #canon x oc

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sophiainspace · 4 years

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Sara/Mick/Len hooking up after the bar fight in the first episode of LoT would be great, if you're not feeling like writing smut, something vague domestic with those three would be cool.

I tried and tried and TRIED to write the post-bar fight scene, and I loved the idea, but it would not work. So here’s eventually-domestic angst with a happy ending, and I hope it’s ok… Happy belated birthday!

After Life

(Mick Rory/Sara Lance/Leonard Snart)

After—

After the kiss—

After the Oculus—

After his fire flared bright blue and went out, and a flame in Sara flickered and died with him—

After she watched Mick figure it out, too late, as if thirty damn years wasn’t enough for him—

After all their secrets came out in one awful night, when Mick marched onto the almost-empty bridge and demanded to know what Sara had been to his partner, and fuck it, he’d had decades to work out how he felt about Len and all she’d had was a few months and a kiss cut short—

After the tide of recriminations ebbed, and they touched the spark of something new, surprising, a bond that was all they had left—

After the totem brought him back, the bloodiest of Sara’s ghosts— after Death Witch summoned his spirit from the Oculus, from the nowhere it had gone—

After they dragged him, naked and shivering, off the cold floor of the bridge—

After he screamed under the bright lights of the med lab, recoiled from Mick’s touch like it burned, and wouldn’t so much as open his eyes to look at Sara—

After they turned off the lights and left him groaning alone in the darkness—

—they sat on the floor of Mick’s room, side by side, backs to the wall, and drank, and drank, and drank.

“What the fuck,” he said, when he’d grabbed the bottle of Jack off her and downed half of it, “are we gonna do now?”

Sara just shook her head up at the viewscreen, in a high corner of the room, that passed for a window.

It was snowing out there.

- - -

Then—

Then nothing, for a long time.

Sara caught glimpses, sometimes. A ghost fading around a corner, slipping back into the carcass of the ship. A thief in the night.

He was recovering… according to Gideon. He wouldn’t see either of them, and they couldn’t get nearly close enough to ask why.

He didn’t even leave the ship. He just haunted it.

Word was, he’d taken a liking to some of the newcomers. After a few weeks, when he’d finally begun to sneak out of his room, in what passed for night on this timeless boat, he could sometimes be found exchanging snark in the kitchen with Zari, or drinking with Constantine. Keeping a late bridge vigil with Nora, swapping ever taller tales. A magical fable here, a heist story there.

Your life sounds like a bad movie.

You’re one to talk.

That’s what Gideon told Sara, when she made her. There were override codes involved. It got bloody.

Lying in bed, with Mick warm against her, she admitted, “I just want to know if he’s okay. If he’s… alive.”

He hummed, wordless as ever, and his arms tightened around—

- - -

And then—

If she were a better person, Sara would have given him space forever, if he’d needed it.

She wasn’t a better person.

She came back to herself in the kitchen, holding a knife to his throat.

His snark pulled her out of it, bitter and familiar like the whiskey she’d been getting drunk on every night, ever since he’d been back. “Proud of yourself, are you?”

The knife clattered to the floor. “I’m sorry.” One, two steps backward. “You— you startled me.”

A laugh under his breath. “I startled you. The ghost startled the assassin. But then I guess ghost is practically a qualification for existing on this ship, isn’t it—“

“Stop it.” Her hands were in her hair.

She could have defended herself. Could have told him she’d been having these… episodes… ever since Death Witch.

She didn’t defend herself.

She turned to leave. His voice, smooth like poison, pulled her up short. “Cut and run, like always, Sara?”

“You wouldn’t talk to us,” she murmured to the door.

He didn’t ask who us was. “What did you expect, a hug? You brought me back. To be a thing.” He drawled the last word like it was acid on his tongue. “To use me against someone. And not just anyone. My partner, Sara.”

God, the way he said her name, foreign to her ears. The way he looked at her, like she was a stranger.

Rage was warping his face. That face that she’d missed so much. “My partner of thirty years. You have no idea what the two of us have shared—”

“I have some idea.” It slipped out before she could cork the words back into the bottle. Into the box deep inside her, where she kept everything locked away, until Death tore it open and unleashed her darkness on the world.

“What does that mean?” he hissed.

“I thought you’d have heard by now.” A blankness was settling over her, like snow on the soft earth. “Mick and I. We’ve been a thing since you’ve been gone.”

And maybe there was still some of that wicked Witch left in her poisoned heart. Or maybe the flame that went out when he died had never rekindled, and she was still frozen inside. Still dead.

His face twisted a little more.

And she wasn’t going to cry, dammit, not even if one of the only people in the world who could make her cry was standing in front of her, in the flesh, and he couldn’t fucking look at her.

But maybe she should have. At least, crying, she knew she wasn’t dead.

Whirling around, she walked away before either of them could make it any—

- - -

Then—

“Have you heard?” Mick was in her doorway, panting, his face ruddy. “He’s going back to Central.”

She was on her feet, and she couldn’t do anything but gape at him. “He can’t.”

“Z says Gideon’s cleared him.” He shrugged. “Good as new. Guess he’d rather be running jobs back in our old haunts than here, where he could run into—”

“He can’t.” She leaned into him. His arms came up around her. “What do we do?”

He didn’t complain that she was ruining the leather of his jacket.

- - -

Now.

She stands in the shadowed door of the docked jump ship, with Mick still and silent behind her.

Len was never the ghost here.

“Don’t go.”

He flinches when she steps aboard the ship. Barely, but she sees it, the hitch of his breath, and he really is breathing—

He’s finally looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and she’s closer now, close enough to take his hand, but he’s the one who has to be brave. “I never meant to hurt you.”

She doesn’t say it out loud. Not Death Witch or bringing him back or Mick. That all they had was each other and their ghosts.

There’s a broad, warm body wrapping around her from behind, reaching out a battle-scarred hand. Len doesn’t move. He’s staring at Sara’s fragile hands, tiny next to Mick’s. Those tiny, fragile hands that pulled him out of the void and ripped his heart out of his dead chest.

“Just stay,” Mick says, softer than Sara’s ever heard him.

Firelight sparking in her darkness. A warmth against his cold.

And she doesn’t know if this is even possible. If Mick’s never and her almost could ever be a something.

Just this once, she begs a universe that never gave her a break - just broke her, over and over. It took and took, and it can give her one damn thing back. Just this once.

Len lifts his eyes to meet his partner’s and Sara can’t look away. She’s never seen so much love there.

Until he turns his gaze on her.

It breaks. He scowls, petulant like a child. “You’re already doing this without me,” he says, and she’s never been so glad to hear his old drawl.

“Wanna do it with you,” Mick croaks.

She hears herself agree. “Doesn’t that sound better?”

There’s the surprise of a smirk on his lips, when Len reaches out for them both.

- - -

Later—

“What do you wanna do?” she asks.

She’s wrapped around him, and Mick’s wrapped around them both. It feels like a wake. And unless time literally breaks in the next hour, the rest of the ship can go fuck itself. Just for a little while.

Len doesn’t answer. Sara tilts her head to look at him. His eyes are haunted.

“Lenny.” Mick’s big hands are in Len’s rough hair. “This got long without me. You want me to cut it for you?”

Len blinks, jerking around to look at him. The smile they share is a locked safe, crammed with thirty years of memories, and Sara doesn’t have the key.

Then there’s the tremor of an arm on hers. “You do it.”

She hesitates.

His hand curls into hers. “Mick’ll show you.”

She runs a razor across his head with a hand that doesn’t shake and he breathes and breathes and lets her bring him back to life. If she has to pause to drag her sleeve across her face a few times, she’s grateful that neither of them says a word.

Curled around each other, they fall asleep to Gideon’s simulated rain on the ceiling. And it’s not real, but it reminds them that they’re here.

That they’re somehow— all of them— alive.

#rogue canary #sara lance #mick rory #leonard snart #caotain canary #legends of tomorrow fanfic #hope you enjoyed dwyn!#damn this took me a while to get right #my fic #and now to work on the next set of prompts!#and a bunch of events #much to write

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