#these were fun to answer but i think i got brain damage from it
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multiples of 2 and 5 for lori and giorgi he he
cringe!
I. PRE-RELATIONSHIP
2. What was their first impression of each other?
She first met him whilst she was working and honestly she thought he was a try-hard. like the whole night he flirted w/ her and ig she found him funny though (a little) but he tipped well so whatever. From Giorgi’s pov he just found her good looking and charming enough
4. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?
Giorgi didn’t as he probably saw her as a challenge to see if he could get her to go on a date with him. also the more times he’d been served by her the more he began to like her. Lori rejected him for ages cause of her job and didn’t want to jeopardise it. it was only when she’d met him outside work that she said yes
5. What would their lives be like if they had never met?
Lori wouldn't be dead so jot that down ✍️ Giorgi probably wouldn’t have lost his remaining brain cells either
6. What was their "flirting stage" like?
Fairly long?? Idk like 2 months or something. Like I said Lori kept turning him down but for some reason that just made him like her more and to keep asking until she finally agreed. The first few times lori spoke to him she called him George
II. GENERAL
2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?
they probably went to some fancy bar in the french ward and went dancing after
4. Were they each other's first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?
No theyve been around the block a few times esp Lori (marriage be damned) although she probably lied and told Giorgi he was her first official boyfriend lol
5. What is their height difference? Age difference? Do either matter to them?
I think i have Lori as 5’8?? The game had giorgi as 5’11 so theres about 3 inches between them unless Lori is wearing heels and in that case they’re equal height which Giorgi probably hates. Age difference theres a few months between them. lori is a true aries queen. To me Giorgi is a sagittarius. TO ME
6. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?
They're both outgoing. Lori is an aries and Giorgi is a sagittarius and their signs go really well together. Theyre literally both out to have a good time and i think there is a mutual relief that neither of them dont care about settling down etc and make the most of it the best they can. I think though as their personalities are similar its often the reason why they clash a lot and will argue about dumb stuff
8. Who takes the lead in social situations? How are they around each other's friends?
They both have big mouths so they both take the lead which then causes them to get annoyed with the other cause theyre basically battling for attention. Lori teases Giorgi like all the time when theyre around friends (hi Ellis and Danny) and vice versa but sometimes they take it too far by getting too personal until their friends are just there like 🧍♂️ okay
10. What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?
Their personalities are fairly similar cause like I said theyre both outgoing and are wanting to be significant
12. Do they hide anything from each other, big or small?
Lori is literally hiding her entire past from him lol. Alongside that she probably doesnt give too much away in terms of what she does when shes busy. Giorgi is selective about what he tells Lori esp family-related stuff cause like to him she probably wouldnt have much of a clue about mob stuff and even if he does he’ll dumb it down
14. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?
Playlist here hehehe
15. What is their most common argument about?
Definitely ori’s flirting. She flirts w/ everyone and was absolutely arranging dates with other people whilst still dating him. To her it didnt mean anything and she was just doing it because she was bored but Giorgi didnt see it that way :/ also Lori will cause arguments over his family because she knows that most of them dont like her and the feeling is mutual
III. LOVE
2. What are their primary love languages?
Physical affection and giving gifts. Lori is pretty hands on w/ affection but only in private shes not ready to embarrass herself in public just yet. Giorgi thinks he can buy Lori’s affection so he often gets her stupid little gifts which have no thought behind them and theyre needlessly expensive as well because money is no object to him apparently
4. How often do they cuddle or engage in PDA?
Yes. but not really in public unless theyre drinking or around close friends.
5. Who initiates kisses? Where is their favorite spot to kiss each other?
Lori will but only if shes drunk lol. Cringing just thinking about it
6. What are their favorite things to do together?
They go out a lot, mostly drinking in bars and going to nightclubs. she’ll sometimes join him if he’s hanging out with Danny and Ellis cause she doesn't have any real friends beyond Sylvie lol. sometimes Giorgi drags her to his family functions but then she’ll leave early cause she’s caused a scene or something (his aunt called her a tramp and Lori threatened to swing for her but somehow shes in the wrong 🙄)
8. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?
Physical for sure. Lori initiates almost all of it and even then she only does it if she’s tipsy. Lori would probably rather die than tell him to his face that she loves him (she didn’t really anyway) because of her ~issues~ and Giorgi is a Man™️ so verbal affection is non existent. He’ll tell her she looks nice but that’s about it
10. What do they like best about each other?
Giorgi likes her on a physical level and he’ll say it’s her best quality 😒 He likes as well shes not committed to settling down getting married etc she’s just interested in having fun. Lori finds him good looking enough like a 5 or 6/10 or something TO HER. She finds him kind of funny and she likes that he buys her gifts although wishes he put more effort into it
12. Who remembers the little things?
Probably Lori but she’s petty and won’t remind him and when he doesn't remember she’ll get mad
14. Who is more protective? Who would get into a fight to defend the other? Who tends to the other's wounds?
Giorgi will because he knows his name can get him out of almost anything so he’ll do her a favour (his words) in getting her out of situations
15.What gifts do they typically give each other?
I think I mentioned this ages ago but Lori got Giorgi that silly little man bracelet he wears in the game. Even after the break up he still wears it idk why. Apart from that Lori isn’t much of a gift giver and only does it for birthdays and christmas. Giorgi probably buys her stuff she points out in shop windows but Lori moves on quickly so by the time he gets it for her she probably doesnt care about it anymore
IV. DOMESTIC LIFE
2. If they get married, who proposes, and how do they do it? Would they change their surnames?
In my au they get married after Giorgi was sick of his dad going on and on about settling down and he thought Lori was as good as it was going to get. He didnt even propose he just asked her and lori said yes cause 1. money and 2. she knew it would make his family mad. They get married summer of 69 in the casino the weekend it opened and its over the top
4. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like as parents? What are the kids like?
They have 2 Priscilla and Sonny :) Priscilla was born a year or so after Lori and Giorgi get married and Lori was fine with just one child but Giorgi as well as his dad had been angling for a boy 🙄 Sonny is born just under 2 years later and Giorgi was hellbent on naming him after his dad and unfortunately he got his way but Lori calls him Sonny which catches on w/ everyone else eventually. Lori didn’t want to be a parent so soon but she still does her best in raising them. Giorgi is too busy with the casino most of the time so he mostly does half assed parenting. Priscilla probably isn’t keen on either of her parents especially her mom cause they clash all the time and she just does her own thing. Sonny is the biggest mommy’s boy and Giorgi hates it because he wanted sonny to get involved with the family business as he got older but that won’t happen 🤪 Priscilla makes fun of Sonny all the time over Lori coddling him and calls him a baby lol
5. Are either of them the "breadwinner"? Who cooks? Who cleans?
Giorgi is the ‘breadwinner’ ig cause hes in charge of running the casino. Lori does some stuff like cooking when she feels like it but they probably have a housekeeper to clean and stuff so she’s not exactly working hard either
6. Do they have any pets?
Lori keeps her cats until they get old and pass away. After that they don’t have any pets apart from like a goldfish or something cause Sonny got obsessed with them one summer
8. Who kills the bugs in the house?
Lori she hits them with her shoe 🩴🪳
10. Who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?
Neither i think
12. Who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other?
Lori will sing to the radio but only when she’s on her own
14. Who is the one who always says "I don't know" when the other asks where they want to eat?
Lori she’s indecisive :/
15. Who would drive, and who would give directions?
Giorgi drives and Lori is the passenger princess giving the wrong directions whilst the kids fight in the back seat
#thank u dany 💗#these were fun to answer but i think i got brain damage from it#im booing these people#lori/giorgi#ask
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The past and the future
Azriel's week: Day 6
Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek
Word count: 800+
Azriel's lips were warm and soft as he hungrily explored your mouth. This kiss was nothing like the first gentle one. It wasn't uncertain nor cautious. This one was deep, burning, fuelled by long suppressed lust.
Gradually his previous words reached your brain and settled there. 'Finally' he said. You broke the kiss and gasping for air you gave him a confused look. "What do you mean 'finally'?" you asked looking into his shiny hazel eyes.
He seemed different than before. He beamed, looking much more alive than ever before. You felt something electric, pulsating from him, something that pulled you to him like a magnet.
"I've been waiting for this moment for years. The bond snapped the moment I first time met you. All those years I was praying to Mother you could feel it too," his deep voice was full of pain, eyes full of love begged you to understand. "I already lost hope thinking that it is punishment for everything I've done in my life. That it will never snap for you."
Suddenly needing a space you pushed away from him. "You knew it for years." It wasn't question, you were only making sure you heard him correctly. "Have you ever consider telling me about it?"
Azriel huffed shaking his head. "At least million times. But every time when I saw fear in your eyes as I stepped closer to you, I ran away. I didn't want to completely scare you away."
He had a good point in this. It was all because of the stories you heard about him. When you eventually met him, you feared him even more. But it lasted just for a year or two. Then you understood that in real he wasn't so bad and fear disappeared leaving only feeling of discomfort in his proximity.
Azriel waited for you to think things over, his jaw tight, pleading eyes full of hope. But when you didn't say anything even after ten minutes, he got nervous. "Please, say something. Be angry, yell at me, anything, just don't be this silent."
"I'm not sure what should I say," you admitted. Your feelings were mixing together until you didn't know how you felt anymore. Only emotion you were sure of was what you felt for him. "I must have been hard for you."
"You can't imagine how hard. I swear if I knew that all it needs is only one kiss, I would do it long time ago. Even if you would hate me for that." Azriel looked down on his hands trying to hide them in the sleeves.
Usually he pretended he didn't mind his damaged skin, however you noticed him doing it quite often. Maybe it was just some kind of habit he didn't realise he was doing, but your heart hurt at sight of it.
You reached out and took both of his big hands into your small ones and with thumbs caressed back of them. He watched it holding his breath.
"Who could do something so cruel to you?" you whispered to yourself, but he heard you.
"My stepbrothers," he answered, his voice empty of any emotion. Your head snapped up, eyes went wide and lips parted.
'Why' was the only word you could muster. Azriel shrugged.
"I was just bastard that their father begot. I guess it was fun for them."
Your brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," you whispered watching him closely. However his face didn't reveal any emotion, it was blank as a sheet of paper. It made you worry even more and you cupped his cheek. Azriel finally looked up at you, thinking about something. Then his lips curled into sad smile.
"This isn't how I imagined this moment," he mumbled. You gave him small smile.
"You did, huh. So how did you imagine it?"
He teased his lower lip with teeth, intensively watching you while putting the words together in his mind. "I thought it would be romantic. Like.. we would be infinitely happy, laugh, kiss a lot, snuggle. I would tell you how much I love you and you would tell me you love me more." His cheeks blushed lightly and his smile changed into teasing one.
You giggled. It was really sweet imagination. "It sounds great. Maybe we should start all over again."
"Maybe," his eyes shined brighter. "But it would only delay everything that will come after that."
That got your attention. "And what exactly is coming after this?" you asked curious.
His smile widen as if that was the question he wanted you ask. "We will go to another five, maybe six dates just to get to know each other better before you accept the bond and I ask you to move in together. After living together for a year I will propose to you, we will get married and then we will work hard on a little babe."
You laughed so hard that you burst into tears because obviously he was teasing you and Azriel laughed together with you. "But jokes aside," he said when both of you calmed down and finally caught your breaths. "I'd really love it to be like that. Of course only if you would like it too."
You leaned closer to him looking into those beautiful and warm hazel eyes. "I'd love it too. It sounds like good plan for the start."
Azriel smiled showing those lovely dimples and closed the distance between you. This kiss was sweet and full of love and promises of nice future.
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Corroded Coffin, The Game of Lost Souls (1993)
Love them or hate them, there is no escaping Corroded Coffin. With chart toppers that occupy each radio in the country and controversies following them left and right, good luck finding someone who is not talking about the band these days. But what do the rockers have to say for themselves? To find out, our editors sat down for a conversation with Jeff, Eddie, Gareth and Dougie, spanning all topics from their upcoming new album, The Game of Lost Souls (available in your local record stores this month), to hopes for the future as well as a look back on their previous hits and falls + much much more!
I'm glad everyone could finally join us here, and I'm sure this question has been on your minds since then, so why not get it out of the way? What exactly happened at the AMAs?
J.P. - Boooo [laughs]. C'mon, next question.
The people demand answers, boys. It is, after all, not often that a broadcast gets shut down like it did that day.
E.M. - People demand entertainment. They want scandal and drama. They jump to conclusions and get angry about it, but the second they know and it turns out not to follow the narrative they dreamt up, they'll be just as angry.
But you can't say the same about the hotel room incident last month that was all over the glossy pages; it was all just a dreamt-up narrative by the tabloids, can you?
E.M. - Oh, no. That was completely my fault. But no worries, I paid for the damage.
I'm sure our readers will be happy about that. Then, let's move on to something you can talk about: the new album. How was it getting back in the studio for a third time? Were you nervous?
D.T. - You can say that. After Cryptic we doubted we'd ever set a foot back in there.
Because it wasn't as successful as you had hoped?
D.T. - Yeah, sure. [...] It was tough to get back to the right mindset. It's what helped make our first album what it is, but chasing that sort of high only sets you further back, and it took us a while to realise that.
So, what's different now? Why do you think it will work this time.
E.M. - We don't! As an artist, making something and putting it out there in the world is the biggest gamble you can make. All we can do is hope for the best and that it won't blow up in our --- faces.
But are you happy with the result you're bringing out? Proud?
J.P. - Abso----lutely. We've learned from our mistakes, taken all the feedback we could get without wanting to shoot our bloody brains out, and made the music we wanted to make.
G.R. - Yeah, we're back on our regular bullshit, baby, and I think the fans will see that too.
Any tracks you're most excited for people to listen to? And why?
G.R. - I think the people who sent me all those letters- if you know you know- last year will really enjoy "Scream for Initiative", especially the bridge.
D.T. - "Decade" and "The High Cliff" are great. They might be something new for us, but I think the fans will enjoy them.
E.M. - I would suggest everyone to put "Kneel and Pray" on their next sex mixtape, at least if you're into that kind of freaky shit. And yead, can't wait for everyone to hear "The High Cliff." I think we pulled off something great with that one.
J.P. - For me, it would have to be the title track, man. It just pulls everything together on the album. I got to go all out on the solo, which is always great fun. I definitely can't wait to play that one on tour.
Speaking of a tour, there had been speculation that there might not be one, but that is not true?
G.R -. I would like to think that there would be a tour no matter what we do because performing our music is why we do it and put up with everything else. But at the end of the day, there is much more to it than just us, and sometimes it doesn't go as planned, but the will is definitely there.
E.M. - I beg people to stop reading all this shit- except Black Market, of course - you're not gonna get anything good out of it. if you want fantasy, go read The Hobbit.
J.P. - It is pretty exhausting to walk past a newsstand and see that every cover and headline is another made-up story about you.
I'm sure it is, what's the weirdest one you saw come up?
J.P. - They're not all that bad. I like the ones where it turns out I'm secretly dating supermodels and actresses. It's nice to know that the public at least thinks I have some game.
D.T. - That's because the person who makes up those rumours has never met you. If they had, they'd come to their senses.
G.R. - I liked the one that suggested that Eddie made out with a dog.
E.M. - Yeah, I think they mistook your mom for it.
Let's keep it nice, boys.
E.M. - Sorry, sorry. [laughs]
[rest of the interview not found]
- the Corroded Coffin Archive (Source: Black Market Magazine)
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Ok @moosemonstrous here we fuckin go.
OK SO. I apologize if it comes off more Evangellion than Pacific Rim but I thought that making The Charger more slender would help to differentiate it and allow for a focus on agility (also helps it to look more skeletal and unsettling).
The Charger is built in layers. An outer layer that constitutes the armor, a thinner covering, metal scaffolding, secondary thin covering, and then finally the essential wiring that makes the 'nervous system' of the Jaeger. Most of the damage (corruption scars, nicks, paint chipping) is just cosmetic, and the structural nature of the Jaeger is intact.
HOWEVER. The same can not be said of the reactor core. At some point (maybe during Eli's death?) corruption made its way behind the main fans of the outer engine and into the main reactor that powers the Jaeger. In theory this should lead to a catastrophic failure, but in this instance Im thinking there was a chemical reaction that essentially stabilized the corrosive nature of the Corruption (were gonna circle back to that).
For the most part my version of Robbies suit is fairly standard. I added an orange tint to his helmet screen for flavor because hey. Why not.
The spine of the suit is probably newly integrated to allow for an updated interface, I imagine theres at least a little development in the technology between the time Eli dies and Robbie comes into play. That would make the suit a weird mishmash of past and new technology which could be VERY fun.
Also I LOVED the white accents @cicada-candy added for their design but I didn't want to steal ideas so I just added it in my own places. Your art fucks severely bro I just wanted to make sure and let you know that <3
TIME FOR MY FAVORITE PART: SPECULATION ABOUT THE CORRUPTION AND ITS THEORETICAL GENETIC EFFECTS IN DOSES ON A SUBJECT!!!!!! (AKA self indulgence part 2 electric boogaloo)
I believe you mentioned the Corruption being a Neurotoxin which would be Very fun and VERY cool but I also have a suggestion. Mainly because you also referenced an increase in Robbies strength, as well as another person who got fuckin deaded shortly after.
A rapid growth in muscle density to allow for this strength would be very interesting, but why would the Corruption cause that? Simple answer; it isn't. At least not intentionally. Whats actually happening is a kind of nerve damage that changes the brains regulation of muscular exertion. Our brains really only let us use a certain percentage of our real strength, because if we just let loose and used it all we would cause significant physical damage to ourselves. Like. ripping your own tendons free from their anchors. you could break your own bones. you would die SO fast bro.
Now it is POSSIBLE to access this strength in situations of extreme stress and thats how you get people lifting cars off of loved ones, but this does still cause damage. It also gets more complicated when you consider Fast Twitch muscle reactions but for the sake of simplicity: You Would Die.
So a release of cortisol and other stress hormones, combined with a lessened ability to control strength. This means they would be USING that strength A LOT against ANYONE AND EVERYONE. But maintaining this sort of metabolism is not reasonable. Someone suffering from Corruption would likely also suffer from Hypoglycemia fatally. So extremely strong, extremely scared, and extremely short lived is the kind of deal we would be talking about here.
SO. Having said ALL OF THAT. WHAT IS ROBBIES DEAL. Well heres my proposal: The Corruption is a virus that causes neurodegenerative disease.
If Robbie was exposed to very small amounts of it as a child, it's possible it was inactive or defective, which would have allowed for an immunization point. Its also highly possible that this is a virus that can not survive (well i say survive very lightly. theres significant debate as to wether viruses are actually alive at all but I digress) outside its usual area AKA Inside a demon. He could have been exposed through contaminated water, direct contact, maybe even breathing burned version through the air. Either way, he came into contact with a weakened version of the virus and it helps him later on.
As he comes into DIRECT contact with Corruption via plugging into The Charger this is when we would start to see some more interesting effects. This Corruption would still be different though because of the aforementioned stabilizing chemical reaction in the reactor. Also, because I think Eli's DNA would be integrated into it. This provides Robbie with genetic compatibility for the virus to jump off of. Remember, viruses don't want to kill a host, they just want to reproduce as much as possible (which does end up killing a host but still). And a fun fact about viruses is that we never actually get rid of them, we just get rid of the symptoms. Once you have it its in you forever.
SO. 1. Immune response from Robbies body begins to cause the nervous damage that would allow for his rapid increase in strength. 2.Immune system recognizes the genetic material is familiar (Eli doing something good even inadvertently I guess). 3. Immune system neutralizes the virus and incorporates it into Robbies genetic coding. All good right? Happy ending? WRONG.
BECAUSE WHEN THERE ARE COPYING ERRORS IN YOUR DNA (SOMETIMES FROM VIRUSES) WHAT DO WE CALL IT?? DING DING DING 10 POINTS TO THE MUTUAL THAT SAID ✨MUTATION✨
This virus still carries genetic material from demons, this would also be getting integrated into Robbies DNA. Places like his spine which would have the most regular contact with the Corruption would probably take the brunt of these changes. It's possible that the nerve damage never truly goes away and he continuously tears and then rebuilds those muscles, resulting in overall increased strength thats technically?? stabilized?? Also I could totally see his body going 'oh shit were finally growing with decent access to fuel? BET' and just. Reactivates the growth plates in his bones ('Look! I've fixed his runt of the litter insecurity!' 'YOU FUCKED UP A PERFECTLY GOOD PILOT IS WHAT YOU DID. LOOK AT HIM. HES GOT ANXIETY ABOUT THE STATE OF HIS HUMANITY').
Oh yeah its also worth noting that this would be like. Pretty painful. We're talking constant soreness, cramps, deep aches that just won't go away. General suffering <3
Of course tapetum lucidum OF COURSE TEEF obviously as if I could go without it. You can get funky with mutations because hey. fucky wucky demon genome integration whoop whoop. Also could be interesting to see damaged areas on the Charger manifest on Robbie as damaged tissue. His skin says 'AH. Damage' and copies itself as scar tissue instead of the usual.
Oh god Ive been writing for a solid hour and a half I was supposed to be asleep a while ago ok. Moose I love this au and its making me unwell thank you for sharing with the class I hope you will consider my virus proposal for body horror purposes.
#love the idea of him just getting up one morning and going '??? Was the floor?? that far away before??'#im a sucker for it dude#also I am like. not a biologist . just enthusiastic about biology without the education. so take everything here with a grain of salt lmfao#i gotta go to sleep now. how am I gonna do that. much excitement. i make responsible choices like an adult.#ughhhh#robbie reyes#ghost rider#im prolly gonna look at this in the morning and edit the hell out of it because in my joyus haze of bullshit I didnt connect paragraphs#but fuck it we ball#pacific rim ghost rider au#my art#digital art#sketch#oh its also worth noting that the ✨mutations✨ im talking about generally result in like. cancer. very cancer#eli morrow#<- naughty. goes at the bottom of the list
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Flare Up
I went a little ham with this one. Couldn't stop writing it seems, but here is a new blurb. It's def a little clunkier than the other one, but I like the idea of Steve becoming a physical therapist after everything and offering his services to the cute metalhead he's had a crush on since the upside down. Idk. Oh and fun fact, Times Square used to be the porn capital before the 1990s when Mayor Rudolph Giuliani shut it down to clean up the city. Anyway, enjoy the blurb! -Silas
[Steddie]
Eddie’s hip furiously blazed with a flash of stabbing pain. His joints had been bothering him underneath the scars left by the bats and their fucked up little teeth. The scarred flesh on his left hip was uncomfortably tight, pulled taut over his muscles and bones.
The damaged skin constricted his right shoulder, as though the skin would burst into a bleeding fissure with the tiny struggling breaths that Eddie was pushing through in labored waves. He was moments away from caving and taking a dosage of pills despite having agreed to take them less.
He felt as though his insides weren’t aware that he had been kept alive. It felt like his nerves had continued to decay turning into soaked cotton doused in kerosene with one little spark of discomfort able to render him incapacitated.
Eddie shuffled to his phone with dread flooding through his system like an unprepared county during monsoon season. He knew that he had to call, but he was reluctant to do so. Even if he had been told it was no trouble, he knew it was more than it was worth.
He fidgeted, clenching his fingers around the coiled cord that connected the phone to the receiver. He dialed the numbers still imprinted in his brain from the day they had been hastily scribbled with a wolfish grin and intoxicating charm. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and Eddie began to put the phone back in its cradle when he heard a warm voice call out.
“Hello! This is Hawkins Physio Clinic, Dr. Harrington’s office. How may I help you?”
Eddie felt his face flush at the rush that hearing Steve’s voice gave him.
“Um H-hi,” Eddie coughed as he tried to clear the nervous lump from his throat,” Hey Steve.”
His words came out weak and nervous to his ears, he couldn’t imagine how it sounded to Steve.
Eddie could practically hear the grin that Steve was wearing through the phone.
“What can I do for you Eds,” Steve huffed out behind quiet chuckles.
Eddie tried to think before he spoke, but the words were flashing like the overwhelming neon signs that covered the porn capital of seemingly the world, Times Square. He continued to stumble through his words.
“Well, you said, uh,” his words were stubbornly refusing to come out of his mouth, thick with nerves,” you said if my joints were giving trouble, to call you.”
Eddie was not used to this. Asking for help was difficult and normally he wouldn’t ask, letting the issue fester, but he was dying. The pain was consistent and recurring. Somedays were good, but for the last week, he had mainly bad days filled with tears and laying on the floor praying for the pain to pass.
“I did say that. Are you finally taking me up on my offer? I’ve been told that I’ve got the magic touch.”
God, the cocky assurance in his voice was enough to make Eddie stand at attention in more ways than one, but another jolt of agony quickly snubbed that thought out.
“Fuck.”
It slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. His free hand gripped his thigh as he slid himself down to the ground waiting for the pain to pass. His breath was coming out short and a little frantic.
“Eddie, are you okay?”
Steve’s voice was warm and sweet like heated milk before bed as the cockiness dissipated, replaced with concern. Eddie wanted to answer, but the pain was crashing in waves and drowning him mercilessly. Still, he tries to answer.
“Ye-,” Eddie takes a deep breath in, feeling a few tears slip past his bottom eyelid,” Yeah, Steve. My nerves are just-”
Eddie breathes in again. He can’t stop the slew of pants leaving his lungs.
“-misfiring. Just misfiring or whatever the fuck the doctor said,” he finally choked out, his voice tense and seizing with stress.
“I’ll be right there, okay? Just stay put.”
Eddie laughs at that although it comes out weak and soft.
“Where am I gonna go?”
“Oh shut up, you dork. You know what I mean.”
Eddie laughs a bit more before a groan leaves his lips at another jolt. He hears the click of disconnection and puts the phone down on the floor before laying on the tiles hoping for the chilly ceramic to ease the continuous, seizing torture.
Eddie is still on the floor when a series of knocks echoes around him. Three rapid ones followed by four spaced out. Steve was here.
“It’s open,” Eddie calls out as he strains with tension.
Steve steps in and immediately heads to Eddie with graceful movements. Eddie looks at him through slitted eyes. Steve reaches down, pulling Eddie close, and murmuring sweet words to him. You’re so good, doing amazing, such a strong guy, so strong for me; flowing past his plush lips into Eddie’s ears.
A warm, secure, big hand grips Eddie’s hip as the palm presses down and drags his hip, resulting in a quick crack and Eddie feeling his joint loosen. Eddie pushed his face into Steve’s shoulder letting those hands massage his hip and the muscles surrounding it.
God, Steve did have the magic touch, Eddie thought to himself with each warm bout of pressure.
He let a sigh slip as those hands deviated to pop his shoulder before massaging the sore blades. He felt good, floaty in Steve’s care.
“There we go. Good job Eds. Always so good for me.”
Eddie feels his cheeks glow red as he tries not to think of the implications of those words. Eddie stays wrapped in Steve’s arms, comfortable.
“Thank you,” he stutters out with relief weighing his voice down.
Steve grins down at him with something akin to infatuation glimmering brightly in his gaze. Eddie couldn’t help but stare unabashedly at the pretty picture that Steve Harrington made. His warm brown eyes brimming with life. His little moles that were perfectly placed on his face as though planned. Those stupidly perfect, stupidly white teeth that Eddie had thought only possible in movies. Who could forget the hair? That stupidly styled mop of gorgeous mousy brown hair. Steve was stunning in Eddie’s eyes.
“If you really want to thank me, you could let me take you out this Saturday; see that new sequel to Alien?”
“You have the worst timing for things. Robin was right, you are a dingus,” Eddie teased, laughing at the way Steve looked away with a blush that went as far as the tips of his ears.
“Shut up,” he grumbled out, squeezing Eddie just a little tighter.
After Steve had finally collected himself, he looked at Eddie questioningly,” So? Are you letting me take you out?”
Eddie nodded with a grin, boyish and wide.
Steve responded with a match grin and confirmation.
“It’s a date.”
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pssst - useful Durge information here youtube
/watch?v=V5LHGZBoilQ&t=289s
Ayyyyyyyyyyy it's my good good hat man! So sad he dies if you reject Bhaal, it makes sense but still. But he's so proud of Durge for being a good little murderer, I love it.
Obsessed with him calling Durge a demiurge, by the way. Sceleritas a demiurge's job is the exact opposite of what Durge is supposed to do. I guess the creator of a dead world has still technically created a world...?
Interesting that Sceleritas was apparently sent to guide Durge when they reached their "age of majority", given we hear his voice in the pre-Orin Heal cutscene. Is that just him connecting to Durge in the present, or does he consider their age of majority being their first killing spree? Also, one thing I find very interesting is that apparently despite fully committing themselves to Bhaal they still need Sceleritas, which with the way he talks about it suggests that even at this juncture, having taken back the mantle of Bhaal's Chosen and agreed to their given task of ending the world, they still aren't totally loyal. There's still reason for Bhaal to think they need to be managed. (Also "I shall be sick, fetch the Bucket of Bhaal" continues to be an absolutely golden line.)
Sceleritas insisting that Durge's memory loss is purely brain damage makes sense, but it does contradict Omeluum saying that you don't remember because someone doesn't want you to if you ask him about it back in act 1. Possibly he was wrong. Possibly Sceleritas is wrong. I have some suspicions, but I'll get to that in another post. Him assuring Durge he still thinks they're very clever is precious, though. It doesn't seem like Orin's digging around damaged anything aside from Durge's memory, but it's still cute that Sceleritas feels the need to assure them. Sceleritas saying the worst thing Durge ever did was giving a beggar some coin without kicking or spitting on him is very sad, although given it happened while they were en route to the Devil's Fee I do have to wonder if Gortash was there. I bet he'd tease them about going soft. I also like that one of the things making Durge better than Orin is the fact that they experienced life outside the Temple; it's unclear when exactly they showed up, but given you can be any number of classes that require certain experiences that you wouldn't be able to get in the Temple (a cleric or paladin Durge can serve gods other than Bhaal and bard Durge must have gone to a bardic college at some point) they were presumably an adult by the time they arrived. Also once again we hear about Durge being sculpted from Bhaal's own gore, which is just all sorts of concerning. And confirmation that the Urge is unique to Durge! Which is fun. Also interesting that Orin's bloodline is so far below Durge's in terms of connection to Bhaal's; she really never stood a chance at gaining Bhaal's favour as long as Durge lived.
I assume if you ask Sceleritas about if you'll be able to spare your lover his answer changes depending on the lover in question. I'll have to keep an eye out for that when I do my evil run, since Kyvir is Gay As Fuck and so has zero lovers he could create more Bhaalspawn with. Although given Bhaal in general seems to give approximately zero shits about his kid or their comfort that has some very uncomfortable implications... And it sounds like the Urge is at least sort of gone if you take on the mantle of Bhaal's Chosen? Which kind of makes sense, if Bhaal assumes he's got your leash wrapped so tight around your neck you won't step out of line again. Also, very interesting that Sceleritas refers to the tadpoling as a rebirth for Durge; he's sort of right, but it's still interesting.
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well now that your ocs have been brought to my attention I can’t stop thinking about them 😭 so that led me to think about if justin and reader were dating before, doesn’t that mean everyone was trying to kill him too?
I answered this thrice and every time it got deleted for absolutely no reason.
Tumblr. Why?
I’m not mad anymore just tired 😭 This happened to my Batfam x Deadpool reader + other drafts too wtf
Thank you for your curiosity over my babies though anon! It gave me the motivation to write this several times over lmfao
warnings: mentions of dick size, tons of justin (yandere ex & jock) slander, slander towards filipinos cause i hate my fellow countrymen sometimes, attempted murder, cheating (by reader)
[ previous ask for context ]
So, Justin is pretty smart. He knew what he was getting into from the beginning. He knew the risks. He knew that he’d potentially get killed.
His archetype is morseso based on the bad boy who’s smart rather than the usual jock. I’m thinking of making someone else the himbo or even making a bimbo/thembo but we’ll see.
So, despite his grades being rock bottom due to the Yan! Faculty, Yan! Student Council, and Yan! Rich Students teaming up to end his academic life, they can’t change his wrinkly brain.
Justin prepared every meal of his (male wife material fr fr) and shared them with you to squash any attempts at poisoning.
He got buff(er) and attended Aikido + Boxing lessons to help defend himself when he’s apart from you.
Did I mention he’s like, the tallest, buffest dude in school? (Which isn’t a huge achievement in a school set in my universe’s version of the Philippines.)
( Fun Fact: Midnight Darling is set just a little south east of The Guest is God )
Canonically speaking, my character design sketches of him is just the genderbent version of the mc. Albeit his fashion sense included less b l a c k and is leaning more to the basic sports for brains guy style. So he technically is on equal footing with you in everything if not excels more.
But he’s unfortunately late to the party.
And he gets slandered to hell and back every single day.
I mean, if they can’t kill him in the physical sense, might as well emotionally damage him til he breaks, right?
Your poor goons had to pull a lot of strings and delete so many goddamn posts about him. Many rumors and articles were about his appearance, his terrible grades and how he’s definitely not worthy of you. A lot of those posts shit on his dick size.
Your goons mostly did it for your approval, they couldn’t care less about him. They also made sure to destroy the social lives of those that questioned your decision to date him. Sure, they sooner want him dead and all, but arguing against the decision of your being was utterly disgraceful. Horrid to even think about doing.
In addition to all that, you had to publicly cheat on him just to lessen some of the blows. He has received so much footage of you being with someones else that people have begin to add that he likes getting cucked to all the rumors that has piled up.
And don’t get me wrong, most if not all your harem are down bad masochists, but it still hurts seeing you with someone else.
Yeah, Justin would have already lost his sanity with the shit he has to deal with everyday if he were anything close to normal.
#plot twist: reader’s cheating escapades are actually just them beating up students in compromising positions#and them being horridly declined simps moan a lot in the process#and has thus created many misunderstandings#hns.ask💌#midnight darling#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere original character#yandere oc x reader#yandere original character x reader#tw.yandere#yandere imagine#yandere headcanons#yandere fic#yandere harem#yandere college#yandere harem x reader#yandere various x reader#harem x reader#various x reader
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Otis B Driftwood x Reader || Excerpt
Plot:
Nasty Pimp: *Tries to put hands on you*
Otis (Who is nastier): 💥!🖕🖕🏒!🔨!🔨!... 🩸.. 🩸.. 🩸...
Warnings!!!!: The setting is a nasty home-brothel, the main characters are you, Otis and a gross pimp called Ritchie Fat-Tits McCoy, and uh- oh yeah, genitalia mutilation. I think that covers it.
"Hey- what do you we have, here?"
"Otis!" You cry, relief flooding through you as you slip away from the guy (Ritchie 'Fat-Tits' McCoy, brothel owner and yours and Otis' and the others' host for tonight's night of depravity) and jumping up from the couch which you're pretty sure is the home to some feral mammal by the smell and the... movement. Otis' dark, heavy-set eyes follow you carefully and non-too-happily as you get behind him, where you feel safe, before roaming down to Ritchie again.
"... So? Y'gonna answer me?"
Ritchie does not understand the peril he is in right now, grinning lazily back at Otis. "Aw, mate don't be like that. The bitch and I were just talkin'- You cant blame me for gettin' a few feels in too; What can I say?" His eyes float over to your thighs shifting in his mammalian infested couch to make his bulge more comfortable. "I'm an animal."
Your lips form a firm line, your eyes hardening as you look away; Feeling sick.
... Otis gives a huff, almost a chuckle, a sound that could almost denote pleasantness if you didn't know him well- or even not so well- or you didn't just look at his face. You don't need to look at his face, because you do know the bastard well, but you can picture it; An evil sneer dragging his face apart and a murderous sparkle in his dead-eyes as he glances around the room . "... cant blame you, huh?? Ehh, well... "
"No harm no foul- Didnt even get my fingers wet." Ritchie shrugs, still not getting it. He is two seconds from irreparable brain damage, or losing his nut sack- if he's lucky. "Just c'mon, siddown with me and- hey, Cass! Grab us 2 warm beers, and don't you fucken spit in them again yeah? Not into that, no- I'm not into that fucken shit!"
You watch as Otis' eyes flicker to a broken hockey stick, just one of the useless, dank trash-things thrown around in this shit-hole; The edge sharp, jagged and dipped in some dark mystery liquid. Casually, he picks it up and you peer around him to catch a smirk on his scary face. Oh, no.
"Ritch, you have got some balls on you." Otis comments, hitting one palm with the end of the hockey gently; Testing its durability.
"... huh?"
Then there was screaming. Blood curdling, all-consuming man-screaming. With one calculated and yet savage thrust, Otis has forced the infected, jagged end of that old broken hocket stick directly into Ritchie's bulge. And its like something popped, because with a crack and a squish, there's suddenly blood, everywhere.
You just stand there, eyes wide and frozen. You were expecting it, but its still horrible.
After twisting the jagged wood in his groin, Otis yanks it out and drops the weapon off to the side; Every movement methodical, and tired. Almost like he didn't even take joy in what he's just done, he just felt like it needed to be done. Eyes flickering over to him, you reach for his arm and wrap you arms around it, almost in a traumatised trance.
He allows you to curl around his arm, but his attention is still on Ritch- writhing and hands twitching towards the bloody, meaty mess. Still screaming and yelling.
"What can I say? Heheh." Finally, a genuine grin slips across Otis' mouth. "I'm an animal, Ritch! We're all just animals, right?" Suddenly the smile's wiped off his face again, as you watch; Your fingers tighten on him simultaneously. He truly is, completely insane. "Cant fucken blame me."
Ritchie doesn't say a damn thing, though you aren't sure he could if he wanted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of both Spaulding and Baby sighing and dropping whatever they were doing; Ready to go now since Otis ruined the fun. While all the blood in his body seems to gush out of the filthy bastards privates and he grows sickly pale, Otis shakes you off his arm abruptly, just to throw it over your shoulders, instead, pulling you warm into his body. He smells and theirs old and fresh blood alike soaking his shirt, but you're used to it. And you're happy to have your freak wrapped around you, protecting you, making you warm.
"C'mon now, sweethart- I'm sure we can find somethin better to do tonight." Turning you both, Otis starts towing you out of the gross little home brothel. "See ya, Ritch. Have a fucken night."
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Kent the Siren - Fluff Alphabet Part 3
Fandom: Wednesday
I am writing such fluffy things tonight and Kent is my muse.
Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?: When he gets tired he goes brain dead. You'll notice him getting sleepy and try to get his attention and he's just out of it, very groggy like it is way past his bed time.
Kent is pretty big so he tends to take up a good chunk of your bed. He usually sleeps on his side and doesn't move much, but if you cuddle up to him his arm will wrap around you and he'll nuzzle closer.
Due to his aquatic attributes, despite being big and muscled, his temperature runs cool, so he's very comfortable to snuggle even in the summer. He's not cold, and will still warm you up if you need it, but you wont overheat.
Update brought to you by @crispinablr:
You've had to fight for your place of cuddles before, as Kent is so used to cuddling his ginormous teddy bear that if he goes to bed before you, he will be content to sleep firmly holding the bear instead.
[Picture of you laying awake, Kent soundly asleep beside you]: 'Ah yes, me, my boyfriend, and his 5 foot tall stuffed bear Gilmore.'
Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?: He's A Little Confused But He's Got The Spirit. Kent doesn't know how to take care of you very well, especially if you're a different species, but he tries his best. Do you heal fast? Do you need medicine? If you're too out of it to answer him then he'll bombard Divina for answers. Takes all of her advice (which also may not be that great, even if she is confident in it, who knows what your species needs anyway??) and gets an A for effort.
Being a Siren he doesn't get sick often, and if he does it's usually not that bad, but if you decide he needs to lay in bed and be fed soup (inter-species care while no one thinks to use google), then he wont complain. Even if he is a little confused. Denies all further "Care" if you trick him into taking cough medicine.
When he's hurt though he loves for you to baby him. When Thing took him out his ego was more hurt than anything, the day sucked. But then you were worried and started doting on him? making sure he was okay and carefully kissing him better? He's all for it. Soaks up the attention while the others roll their eyes and say he's fine.
Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?: He's very sweet but not exactly romantic. He likes taking you on fun dates like the beach, or fair, or a party. (Don't worry he wouldn't abandon you, but definitely wants to impress you with things like a keg stand or beer pong 🙄) If he does take you on a sweeter date it's probably an idea from one of his friends or your friend that he asked for help.
He sings to you a lot! Kent has a beautiful voice and you love it, he doesn't think a whole love of it, being a siren he enjoys singing anyway, but you light up listening to him. Will definitely take song requests.
If you're going on a date he almost always brings you flowers. Movies always show flowers so he figures that's a great place to start, so he brings some every single time. It may be a bouquet, or some non-lethal flowers from Thornhill's that he grabbed in a rush. The little old florist lady in Jericho adores him.
Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?: Hold his face in your hands! You decided to try cupping his cheeks and just see what he would do, and he just melted into you. He loves it and leaned into you.
Listen to him, he says some dumb shit at times, often doesn't understand what's going on, but you listen to whatever he's thinking and explain if needed, and he appreciates that. Also when he's doing something that's obviously going to be a bad idea but you let him do it. He's having fun and you just accept seeing the consequences instead of damage control.
Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?: It may be simple but he likes to call you Babe and Baby. Also Starfish, which he tried making as a sweet nickname that didn't really make any sense.
"Because you're a star! And...not a fish, and you're not a fish." He got kind of perplexed on that but you kissed him and told him it's cute, so it stuck.
He loves when you call him petnames, Baby, Cutie, give him some sea ones too, even if they're goofy. Pearl, "My gorgeous merman", You called him a Hunk once as a joke and he preened. Doesn't understand what Himbo means but you told him it's a good thing and he's happy with it. Everyone agreed on it too.
Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?: Painfully obvious. He tried showing off whenever you were in sight, singing louder, flexing if the situation allowed it, taking the nearest mirror the check how he looked if he knew you were coming. Tried so hard to be smooth when talking to you, even his Siren Charm had trouble making him look good, but he was cute making a fool of himself, wasn't he?
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ok so I’ve been lurking for a while and I saw you were fan of supercorp and I am to 🤍🩵!!!! I think their super cute so if its ok pls may I request one with lena luthor getting too lost in a l-corp project and stopped looking after herself if thats ok? with prompts "Could you hand me the thermometer? I want to check my temperature.""Sorry, I can't stop sneezing." I hope this is ok for you, pls have a good day and take care!! 💟
My Supergirl
〖Notes: You have no idea how much supercorp I want to write right now. I really hope this is what you wanted because I have to say I had a lot of fun writing it〗
〖Summary: Lena Luthor really isn't good at listening to her body.〗
〖Word Count: 1.3k〗
〖Pairing: Supercorp〗
☾Masterlists☽
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Lena coughed weakly and pulled her sweater tighter around herself, wishing she had opted to run home and change. She’d been working herself to the bone trying to plan this charity event, wanting to make sure that everything was perfect.
The battle with the Daxamites had caused millions of dollars of damage and had nearly destroyed parts of the city. As one of the richest women in the city, Lena felt that it was her duty to try to help, especially when she had accidentally played a role in their subsequent attempted takeover.
The brunette’s breath hitched, and she ducked forward, sneezing quietly into her hands. She groaned tiredly and squirted hand sanitizer on her palms, making a mental note to have the office deeply sanitized when she had time to go home and rest.
“Well bless you!” A voice said, startling the ill CEO out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Kara standing on the balcony, a small smile gracing her lips. Despite how badly she felt, Lena couldn’t help but smile back at her. The woman was the light of her life and she never failed to make her feel better even on her darkest days.
“Hey, Kara. What brings you here?” Lena croaked, wincing at how horrible she sounded. The pain in her throat was reflected in her hoarse congested voice. She tried to clear it, but that only caused a new flair of pain. Kara’s eyebrow quirked up as she entered the office, her cape fluttering behind her in the light breeze blowing in from the balcony.
Lena shivered and the blonde quickly shut the door, letting out a loud sigh. The Irish woman could already tell that was not going to be a fun conversation.
“You haven’t been home in days. Not to mention, you look awful. Lena, I know you feel guilty about the thing with the Daxamites but you’re sick. You’re no use to anyone if you’re unconscious.” The blonde grumbled, getting right to the point.
She wasn’t angry per se, more annoyed. Frustrated by her girlfriend’s utter lack of self-preservation. This wasn’t the first time that Lena had worked herself to the point of illness and as much as Kara hated it, she knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Lena opened her mouth to reply but her nose scrunched up and she turned to the side, sneezing three times into her elbow.
“Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing. Allergies I think.” The brunette lied, wiping her nose on one of the last tissues she had left. Kara scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes, setting her hands on her hips. Lena raised an eyebrow, preparing an argument in her fever-fogged brain.
“Oh, come on, I’m not stupid. I know I don’t have much experience with human illness, but I’ve seen you sick before. Remember that Christmas you got pneumonia? You looked a lot like this. When was the last time you ate?” The blonde demanded, putting on her no-nonsense reporter tone. It was saved for interviews with tough people and asserting herself to Cat Grant.
Lena glared at her girlfriend, deciding that whatever answer she could give would be more incriminating than silence. Not only that but there was also the fact that she was probably about to start coughing and really wanted to put it off as long as possible.
The stubborn women glared at each other, the standoff lasting for less than thirty seconds before Lena broke into a harsh fit of coughing that sent her doubled over at the waist, her lungs cracking with every breath.
Frustration forgotten Kara moved swiftly to her girlfriend’s side and grabbed her hand, rubbing her back as they waited for the fit to stop. When she could breathe again Lena looked up, her eyes watering with unshed tears. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink and up close Kara could see the redness of her nose and the way her lips were chapped and cracked. The poor thing looked utterly miserable.
“We’re going home, Lena. Don’t make me carry you.” The blonde said, brushing a few strands of hair out of Lena’s glassy eyes. The CEO sniffled and nodded, leaning into Kara’s stomach. As much as she hated to admit it, she was looking forward to being taken care of a bit. She needed it.
・.・.・.・.
One thing that Lena had forgotten was that Kara was hopeless when it came to sick people. She had called Alex four times throughout the night, waking Lena each time to ask her sister if a symptom was abnormal or not.
It had frustrated the DEO agent to the point where she’d shown up at Kara’s apartment at three in the morning with a care package and a note with strict instructions on caring for a sick person. If she wasn’t so worn-out Lena may have found the whole thing entertaining, but her high fever was causing nightmares so bad that she was nervous to sleep.
“Kara, could you hand me the thermometer? I want to check my temperature” She groaned, not moving from position that she had finally managed to get comfortable in. The aches in her bones and the startling cold were getting concerning, she was pretty sure that her fever was rising, and she really didn’t want to end up in the hospital like she had the last time.
She felt Kara shift in the bed beside her and stayed still as the blonde slid the thermometer into her ear, waiting patiently for the beep.
“How high?” She mumbled when the sound went off, keeping her eyes closed. Either it would be in a reasonable range, and she could go back to sleep, or it would be too high, and she’d be forced to consume that disgusting cold and flu medicine that Alex had delivered.
“102.8, is that bad?” Kara asked, worry seeping into her tone. She had no experience with sick people, but Lena felt hot even to her, the alien with a body temperature about five degrees higher than any human. Lena’s lips quirked up at the corners and she coughed into the pillow, her chest burning in protest.
“S’not great.” The brunette sighed, not having the energy to give a real response. She knew she’d need to take more medicine and that would require getting up. Her body hurt too much to get up and she was pretty sure that she couldn’t sit up on her own.
“Okay, I can help. Um, here, the medicine Alex brought, can you sit up?” The blonde asked, moving quickly to pour some of the medication into the cap. She looked down at her girlfriend who still hadn’t moved, a worried frown settling on her lips.
“Lena, baby can you sit up for me?” She coaxed, resting a hand on Lena’s hot cheek. The ill woman moaned softly, cracking open one eyelid to look at the medicine. “Okay, can I help?” That got a little nod out of Lena who was regretting the decision to take her temperature at all. She should’ve just stayed at the office and died on the floor.
Kara set the medicine down and slipped an arm under the brunette’s armpit, very gently easing her up onto the headboard. Lena whined quietly, somehow feeling much worse than she had when she had woken up this time. The nightmares were nothing in comparison to how awful she felt being awake.
“I know Le, really quick, and then back to sleep.” The blonde soothed, lifting the little cup up to Lena’s lips. When she wasn’t thinking about how afraid she was for the health of the woman she loved she was a natural caretaker.
Once the medicine was gone Kara laid her back down and pressed a gentle kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead, earning a little smile from the sleepy woman. Lena snuggled back under the covers and sneezed suddenly, not having the time to cover. She was too tired to care.
“Kar? Will you just hold me for a lil’ while?” She sighed, yawning hugely. Kara couldn’t help but smile as she laid down beside Lena wrapping her up in a tight hug. The raven-haired woman curled close, nestling her head into her superhero’s chest, feeling safe for the first time that night. Even if the nightmares came back Lena knew that Kara would be right there to rescue her.
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OTP ASKS GAME | T.S x OC
A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this, but you can't judge a girl for loving her OC, right? HERE is the template of the questions and yes, I'm encouraging my lovely mutuals to take a look at them because they really make you think deeper into your characters and I actually had fun with it! Also, the numbers are out of order because I only answered 31 out of 40, I thought it'd be better to keep the original order
1. Who most initiates PDA? Neither of them are really into PDA but before the war Tommy did it most, he enjoyed pressing a small kiss in Eleanor's temple when no one was watching just to get a shy/scolding look from her.
After the war though, Ellie always has a hand on his back or shoulder, it's grounding to him and reassuring to her.
2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to? Remember that scene in season 1 in which he is sleeping with his boots on, feet off the bed and an opium pipe in hand? That would've pissed her off to catastrophic levels because →
• The bed is clean and Tommy's boots are dirty
• He's ruining his already damaged back
• Where the hell is the blanket?
• She just knows he didn't brush his teeth, had water or took a wee
The thing is, Eleanor has an established routine while Tom contents himself with just laying down and if he gets any sleep, he's lucky. Once they adapted themselves he sleeps a little bit better because he sort of conditioned his brain into getting sleepy doing the "routine"
3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender? Yes. Just kidding, it depends on their mood, Tommy enjoys sex in general and the only "demand" Ellie has is to be the closest as possible, which is possible at any pace.
4. How did they first meet? Tommy tried to steal some things for baby Finn at a grocery store and got caught. Eleanor happened to be there and noticed the owner of the store would beat the shit out of him, she didn't think it was fair and paid for the groceries. Out of gratitude, he walked her home afterwards.
5. What is their love language? Touch takes the first place, they don't say I love you often or consider themselves good at verbalizing feelings but if you pay close attention you'll notice they're always touching each other, be it touching feet under a table, resting a hand on the other's leg or touching elbows when standing together.
6. When did they realize they loved each other? They weren't officially together yet. For her, when she realized how utterly heartbroken she was thinking he was responsible for the robbery at her mother's shop (which he wasn't by the way), in her mind he had betrayed her, becoming exactly who her mother said he was and yet, she kept wishing he didn't have because she didn't want to stay away from him.
For him, when they went to a communist meeting and she enthusiastically talked to everyone, he felt a mix of joy for seeing her happy, with jealousy because she wasn't giving him attention.
7. Who is more sentimental? Eleanor. She keeps many of Theo's (her baby brother), Finn's and Tommy's old belongings, especially things like their first ties, hats or pocket watches.
Tommy is way too attached to "the past is in the past" to collect objects like that, however after her death in 1929, he kept all her discos, books and jewelry for their daughters to inherit, her clothes were only donated because he knew it's what she'd have wanted. The only exception is the gold bracelet she never took off, that is his, in his silly little head it still smells like her (it doesn't).
8. What’s one way their personalities complement one another? Besides being two introverts, they're very organized, determined and ambitious people (p.s - however, Tommy's ambition comes from trauma, Eleanor's doesn't, so she knew when to stop, he didn't ).
9. How are their personalities different? Tommy is realistic and spiritual (in his own ways lol) while Ellie is pessimistic and skeptical.
10. What are some non-sexual activities they do together? Much like cats, they're more than able to coexist in the same room minding their own business, but some things they enjoy doing actually together is having lunch/dinner or napping on the other's lap while they read a book.
11. Which member is more physically affectionate? Tommy initiates it more often at the privacy of home, doesn't necessarily mean he is more affectionate because touch is how they both show affection, but at home, he's the one to start it.
12. Which member is more verbally affectionate? Eleanor, mainly in a teasing way, she'll whistle, call him handsome or stud, anything that'll get him blushing and fussy.
13. Which member steals/borrows the other one's clothing? Eleanor because obviously Tommy wouldn't steal her dresses (perhaps her coats on some modern!AU). She's personally fond of rummaging his wardrobe for socks, shirts, sweaters and scarves.
14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? 100% introverted, especially after the war, if an event isn't related to the company or isn't a family occasion they're probably not going.
15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason? Surprisingly, Tommy is way more impulsive, his arrogance pushes him into reckless decisions and Eleanor has to talk him out of it.
For example, in 1924 she wanted to deal with the Italians situation by firing Lizzie, then having John apologizing, or not killing Vincent Changretta after he made her get shot in an attempt to kill Tommy. He didn't listen and we know how it ended.
16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed? Tommy and his crazy sleeping schedule get on her nerves, sometimes she doesn't even say anything, she just shows up in his office and he knows, he follows her to bed without questioning.
17. Who fell in love first? Tommy did and oh, poor boy, it took a while to woo her.
18. What song fits them perfectly? Love me tender's cover by Pato Fu, the lyrics aren't very complex but are sweet, it's personally the song I picture for them if Ellie was a real character.
19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? Fun fact: There's a bell in between his and her office because they're on different floors. When they're both home it rings from two in two hours, it was meant to be used when they have important things to say, but they actually use it whenever they want to see the other.
To be true, the only time they spent a long time away from each other was during the war. However, if they were to be apart, they'd call each other every day and unavoidably become more verbally affectionate, he'd spend some time thinking about her especially in the mornings and before sleeping, while she'd use his shirts as a pillowcase like a fool in love.
20. Who holds a grudge the longest? Oh woah, we're talking about two very proud people, but I'd say Eleanor, it's very toxic of her to give the silent treatment but she just can't avoid it. And at first, Tommy in his endless pride and anger swears he won't give in, he eventually does because he can't sleep well without their feet touching or focus on his paperwork when he's so tempted to ring the bell to her office.
27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? Not surprisingly, Ellie thinks of Tommy when she sees cigarette cases or red ties, she thinks they fit him well.
Now, Tommy is a certified coffee maker™ here, she always asks him to make some so its scent makes him think of her.
28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family? I won't try to defend Eleanor, she had fights with each Shelby member at some point because even if Tommy is wrong, she tends to side with him, she's the typical "no one can be mean to my husband but me" wife.
She fiercely believes he infantilizes people, in 1919 for example, she didn't understand why he was so worried about Ada, she believed her sister-in-law was a grown woman and if she wanted to risk her life sneaking around with a communist racketeer, that was her choice. All she worried about was Karl and her and Ada had a big fight when she threatened to take the baby when he was born.
In 1924 she fought John for being dumb and threatening the Changrettas, and in 1926 she fought everyone who thought it was a good idea to push a prostitute into Finn.
Long short answer: Eleanor gets along with everyone, she's able to remain cordial, but she absolutely will pick up a fight if someone crosses hers, Finn's or Tommy's way, be it a Shelby or not.
Now, Eleanor's family is a complicated subject, her mother Ruth was never the same after her husband's death and Ellie doesn't remember much of her dad. Ruth never liked Tommy because he's a gangster, bad rumors always surrounded him and she simply doesn't understand what her daughter sees in a *Campbell's voice* murdering, cutthroat, mongrel gangster.
Theodore, the baby brother, sort of admires Tommy, if his sister loves him so much he can't be that bad, right?
29. What is their sex life like? Considering they were together for seventeen years, it's pretty well rounded. Tommy isn't that much of a whore in this AU, he had 5 or 6 people including Ellie and a few prostitutes, while she only had 3, the boy she lost her virginity to, Tommy and the woman she cheated with.
Out of the seven days of the week, I'd say they're doing it 3 or 4 times, mostly uneventful but not in a bad way, more like an intimate one.
They're both switches, varying between subs and soft doms at most, sometimes they try some different things such as bondage or unusual positions, but usually they stick to cowgirl/missionary and blindfold the other, they're actually fairly vanilla.
30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.) Tommy is very fond of her neck, it's where her scent lingers the most and he loves watching her trying not to laugh from the ticklish feeling.
Now, Ellie is a simple woman, she likes his lips, his wrists or the shaven sides of his head are a good call too but it doesn't come close to that cute little pout.
31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?I'd say something between both, the business makes them argue a lot, in 1922 for example, she got really mad at him for leaving the hospital to see Alfie without any warnings, but they usually make peace soon.
33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them? Tommy never stopped having nightmares about the tunnels and through his life he got other subjects to have nightmares about, such as John's death, his daughter being kidnapped, even his mum comes to haunt him sometimes.
Eleanor is a heavy sleeper but since they sleep touching each other, she wakes up when he moves abruptly. Unfortunately there was no solution for his PTSD, love can't heal him, so the best she does is soothing him, assuring he's safe and the shovels aren't real, bringing him a glass of water or tea and keeping him company until he sleeps again.
34. Do they give each other nicknames? I mean…Tommy and Ellie are nicknames, other than that they use love or darling, but it's not often.
Tommy is rather fond of being called darling though, it gets him all fussy especially if used in front of the family.
37. What do they like the least about each other? Eleanor's skepticism towards any mystical belief of Tommy was subject of argument more than once. She doesn't believe in curses, spirits, luck, fortune telling or anything alike, she doesn't know how a man smart as him can believe in what she deems as parlor tricks and he doesn't understand how she can simply not see what's right there
38. What was their most memorable date? Probably the one in which they had their first kiss, a small birthday party of a friend they didn't even consider a date, but ended up being special for both of them.
39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best? Well, Tommy managed to turn the whole family against him at some point, but Polly x Aberama and John x Esme in 1919
40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Surprisingly or not, Tommy, he can make Ellie smile by simply having a glass of water, eating a healthy meal or looking particularly cute while resting in the sun.
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Part two of that Vast Jon fic
This thing is taking on a life of its own.
Again - blame @3joryellow for this.
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“Mister Sims? Come on, now, I know you can hear me. Hello! Mister Sims?”
He doesn’t know the voice.
He shouldn’t be hearing a voice at all.
The wind, the vastness, the emptiness of falling up forever and breathing nothing and breathing it all -
“Mister Sims!”
It’s so aggressively cheerful.
Bright, like sun, shining on many waters, piercing and impossible to ignore.
Like the sun, it leaves phosphenes behind his eyes, painful and sharp. “Go ‘way,” mumbles Jon, and is amazed that he can.
He doesn’t taste blood.
Wait.
“There we are,” says the voice, so absolutely happy.
Somehow, Jon opens his eyes.
They hurt.
Everything hurts.
A little old man is staring at him - a tiny, chipper skeleton of a person, whose bright blue eyes do not belong in his pink, bony face.
“What?” is all Jon can manage, inside and out. “Are you God?”
The old man cracks right the hell up, doubling over, which probably means no.
Jon’s face burns (and he is amazed it can). He doesn’t believe in God. He stopped going to church when they wouldn’t answer his questions, no matter what his grandmother said. He -
“Congratulations on your rebirth,” says the old man, wiping tears from his eyes. “Tell me, do you like your last name? You can keep it, of course, but I like to present the option.”
Jon stares at him. “I think I’ve missed something.”
The old man somehow smiles harder. “Well, that’s all right. You’ll figure it out soon. Tell me, how are you feeling?”
That’s a good question.
Jon finally looks away from the old man and finds he’s in some sort of… situation.
He’s wearing loose, white pajamas, sewn with blue thread, somehow like the sky. The room is an enormous space, too big for the intimacy of a bedroom. The walls are a sort of gentle beige that he immediately thinks of as summer dusk.
There isn’t much in terms of art; instead, there are tremendous mirrors with gilt frames so elaborate that, were they to fall, Jon thinks they might just break through the floor.
There is a balcony taking up the far wall, closed only by diaphanous white curtains, waving in the breeze.
And while everything hurts, it doesn’t hurt. Not like it should.
He wriggles his fingers and toes and is amazed to find he still has them.
“There, you see?” says the old man. “Come on, now. Sit up. You need to drink some water. You still need that sort of thing, after all.”
“Still… need?” Jon is not keeping up with this. He does, however, sit up.
There is one tenuous moment of vertigo. Then, it’s gone.
“Here you go, my boy,” says the old man.
The glass of water is as clear as meditation and cold as Tibetan frost.
Jon gulps it down.
He shouldn’t, he thinks. His body will go into shock and puke it, he thinks.
It does not, and he does not.
That’s when he realizes there is no IV.
There should be.
He checks his arms. No indication of puncture, anywhere.
Or scratches.
Or bruises.
He lifts his shirt.
There is a scar where the metal came through, a white starburst in his dark side, wrapping jagged lines around his torso like a hand made of lightning.
And in a moment of raw insanity, he finds it breathtakingly beautiful.
Then he finds it breathtakingly impossible. “What?” he says, and touches it.
Oh, it feels…
Good? It shouldn’t feel good. It’s a scar. But touching it is pleasure, if some kind he can’t begin to parse.
So clearly, he’s gone mad.
“Was I in a coma?” he blurts, thinking that his nerves must be fucked up, that his brain signals must be all backwards, that he’s got horrific brain damage that will ruin his career and his relationships and his life -
The old man laughs. “You’re a fun one! No, you weren’t in a coma. Before you ask, I pulled you out of the wreck today! No, nobody else survived. Well. By now, they haven’t. You’ve entered a very special club, Mister Sims!”
“Nothing you just said makes sense,” states Jon with great authority. “Wait! My camera!”
The old man holds it out.
Jon grabs it and clutches it to his chest like it’s his child, and spends a moment just breathing, hands shaking, so grateful it survived.
How the hell did it survive?
Maybe it didn’t. He checks it.
It did. And the photos on the screen are…
He inhales. I did it again, he thinks, because these somehow capture the vastness, the wideness, the inertia of falling in a way he’s never seen in other photographs.
They are somehow terrifying. Peering into them makes one feel like falling, feel like sharing that endless sky along with the photographer.
These are award-winning, he thinks.
Then he shakes himself, because he just survived a crash, and everyone is dead, and he’s being awful. “Lost my mind,” he mutters.
“Not at all,” says the old man. “I’m thinking, in fact, that it will be very important to share those with the world.”
“You looked?”
“Had to figure out who you are, didn’t I?” The old man grins like a bone-thin angel. “Simon Fairchild, at your service. My boy… I am about to blow your mind.” And he offers his hand.
It is reflex to take it.
And they are -
Falling?
Not flying. Not. Not with this gravity’s grip, this unbreathable air, this minimalizing and overwhelming and breathtaking second.
Literally breathtaking, flinging Jon through the sky, not weightless at all but lusted after by gravity in ways he cannot comprehend, by the neediness of falling without ever finding ground, the significance of a life of weight and worth and wiles falling away like leaves snatched from his hair.
And it is terrifying.
And it is glorious.
And Jon weeps, and the air licks his tears away as if with wind-burn tenderness, and he would not choose to do anything else even if given the option.
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Wings
Chapter 5
Sorry it's a short chapter but, the next chapter is where the fun begins
Opening your eyes, you suddenly realized that you weren't at the construction site but at your old home. You groaned from the pain of the pounding sensation in your head. You slowly tried to get up but felt the tug from your sore ankle. Your neck was sore, your wings felt bound, and you felt so nauseated because you heard the familiar backstabber voice. A sudden surge of anger came rushing through you like a tsunami rushing to land. "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! KEIGO YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU WENT TOO FAR!" you yelled out hoping he heard you. Trying to wiggle your wrists out of the bindings to get to your wings. Then you paused because you heard fast footsteps rushing into the room.
"Woah there y/n…settle down babe," Keigo said.
"Keigo. Untie. Me. You. Egotistical. Cheating. Lying. Piece of shit! So help me God!" You warned.
"Babe, calm down y/n. Do you think you can just get rid of me with a simple piece of paper? I don’t think so," Keigo sauntering closer to y/n. "Our bond is stronger than divorce, baby I only married you to satisfy the societal norms, we are not normal people with quirks baby," Keigo stopped at the foot of the bed.
"Our bond is broken, you cocksucker!" You yelled out.
"No, no I don't think so babe…we both have to agree to break the bond…you can't just say our bond is broken. You might as well talk to the wind," he chuckled. "You of all birds should have known," he chuckled once again.
"Fuck…what do I have to do to get you out of my life?!" You sobbed out.
"I'm glad you asked babe. All you have to do is give me a hatchling…nothing more, nothing less," he answered with a giggle.
"Your fucking joking with me, right? I wouldn't touch you even if you paid me," you looked at him with disgust.
"Oh come on now babe, I think I'm an attractive man, deserving to be a father. Besides Moni can't give me what I want only you can," he devilishly smiled at you. He turned to the bedroom door and called out someone you never wanted to see again. Moni slowly walked in with caution cause she knew that you could hurt her. Keigo was gently coaxing Moni to come closer to him. She did as she was commanded to do.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You bitch! Let me the fuck go you cunts!" You screamed in anger. Struggling against the ropes violently. You heard Moni ask if it was safe for her to be in the room with the very angry y/n. "Let me go and I won't hurt your precious leftovers from Dabi," you snarled.
"Leftovers? I'm not no one's leftovers y/n," she hissed at y/n.
"Just wait until I get free, I'm going to give you a well-deserved ass beating and then fly you to wherever he's located," you threatened. "I don't know why you're doing this Moni…didn't I graciously give you Keigo at the hospital? Why the fuck are you helping him now?" You questioned.
"Huh? Moni…you were there?" Keigo questioned.
"Yeah, and yes she did give you to me," Moni whispered while looking down.
"Unbelievable…y/n, what the fuck," he whispered.
"Oh please, stop acting like a victim Keigo 'cause you're not. You cheated on me," you answered. Watching Keigo pacing back and forth from Moni to the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with you dude…did Dabi’s inferno attack cause you brain damage?" You scoffed. "Not that you got hit with it first," you quietly mumbled.
"What are you going on about? I apologized to you already…what do I have to do in order for you to drop it already?! FUCK y/n how can we move past this?" Keigo yelled out of pure exhaustion.
"That's the thing asshole…we can't. Just let me go so we both can move past. Aren’t you tired?! Let me go," you demanded.
"Your negotiating skills need a little touch-up y/n…you always fought first ask questions later kinda gal," Keigo let out a tiny chortle.
"Keigo…please babe can I leave this room?" Moni interrupted his chuckle.
"No. Stay right there babe," Keigo ordered. Moni stood there acting vulnerable. Her anxiety start to go into overdrive seeing y/n tied up on Keigo’s bed and Keigo’s demeanor was unconcerned. Like it was just a normal day at the office. Y/n caught wind of Moni's expression and thought she could coax her into letting her go.
Keigo caught y/n's expression and knew right away what she was planning.
"Stop it y/n. She's not going to help you. Her loyalty is with me babe," he said as a matter of fact. "She can't fight me babe…not like you can…remember she's quirkless," he reminded her. Moni looked up at Keigo with disappointment. "What? I'm just stating facts for this matter," he stated to Moni.
"See Moni, he is basically calling you a powerless woman with no quirk, and will let him use you. Are you going to let him talk to you like that?" Y/n smiled. You knew that Moni hates being powerless that was a flaw she shared with you during junior high. So you tried to exploit her weakness against both her and Keigo.
"Keigo, is that what you really think of me?" Moni questioned with hurt in her eyes.
"Moni leave the room. Don't you see what y/n is doing? She's trying to make us fight…pin us against each other so that you could help her," Keigo was convincing Moni. "Go to the living room sweetheart. I'll handle y/n on my own," he gently escorted Moni to the door.
When Moni left, he quickly turned to y/n. "Naughty, naughty babe…trying to start some drama," he smirked while opening a drawer next to the door.
"Keigo, what are you doing?" Y/n panicked. Observing what Keigo is doing you saw him pulling out a syringe and a vial. He taunted you with it.
"Do you know what this very important vial is? It's ¹corticosterone and prolactin mixed with a very potent aphrodisiac. Let's say that the more stressed you are, the more it inhibits our mating to be very successful," he slyly smiled. "But this is for later," he added.
"WTF…" was all you mustered out to say cause you were truly frightened at the unhinged Keigo before you.
"So, you're going to force a hatchling in me?!” you questioned.
“Didn’t you ask me what you have to do in order for me to leave you alone and I had told you of my desire to become a father?” he reminded you.
¹corticosterone and prolactin may be measured to predict when a breeding pair will begin laying eggs, how often they'll lay eggs, and the total eggs they will lay during the breeding season. Corticosterone production increases during activity and stress, inhibiting reproduction.
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Different Universe, Same Love Content Creation Challenge
"Bookstore Bonding"
Day 4 - June 22nd- Bookstore AU | Check out the event here!
Leon x OC (Irene); Leon is found sleeping on the floor of the bookstore, Irene thinks he's weird, but he's got a good heart.
Word Count: 1909
Note: I have no idea what I just wrote, I guess this is a crack fic? Idk all I know is that Leon is on the brain and Leon is Leoning.
Chevalier left Emma and Irene in charge of organizing the new books that had just arrived. The two of them were filling the shelves, quietly talking amongst themselves. Emma was rambling about some of the new books that she wanted to read.
“Your reading list is getting longer by the day,” Irene sheepishly laughed.
“But I’m working on it!” Emma said. “I’m determined to read at least five books by the end of this summer.”
“That’s very ambitious,” Irene responded. “I wish I could read as fast as you.”
“It’s the years and years of binge reading,” Emma laughed.
They continued to organize the books until Irene spotted something in the corner. “Um… Emma? There’s a man there.” Irene poked Emma’s arm to get her attention.
In a quiet corner, a man was sitting on the ground, book in his lap, and fast asleep. They looked at each other and shared a look of understanding. They both approached the man with caution, prepared to make a run for it in case he woke up and attacked them.
But the man was harmless. His eyes shot open and golden irises stared at the two women. They both jumped with a scream. Irene was frozen but Emma flew back a few paces. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said. When the drowsiness left his eyes, he fixed his gaze on Irene and smiled politely, taking note of her name tag.
“It’s okay. What’s your name and why are you just sitting there? We have tables you could read at,” Emma approached once again. Irene was still frozen in place.
“My name’s Leon, and I was just trying to see if I’d like to read this book, but I fell asleep while reading. And all the tables are full,” he explained.
“Oh I see. Well, if you’d like, we could give you a chair to sit on instead of the ground,” Emma offered.
Leon refused, “No thanks. I’ve decided to buy this book. From what I’ve heard, it’s a good book.”
The owner of the bookstore showed up, almost materializing out of thin air. “Oh! Chevalier!” Emma exclaimed. “This customer was just browsing the books when he fell… asleep?”
Chevalier’s steely blue eyes examined the book Leon was holding. “As long as there are no damages to the books and no one is injured, do as you like.” And with that, he was gone just as fast as he appeared.
“I can ring you up at the front,” Emma told Leon. He took one last look at Irene, giving her a charming smile, and followed Emma to the front of the store.
The next day, Irene was tidying up the books on the shelves, making sure no books were damaged or haphazardly shoved back in place. Everything seemed normal, nothing out of place… except for the man sleeping on the floor again. She went up to him and reached her hand out. Just like the day before, Leon abruptly woke up, startling Irene in the process. “Oh. It’s you. Sorry, I fell asleep again.” Leon stretched his long limbs and sat up. “My head kinda hurts.”
“Did you… fall asleep standing up and then… fell to the ground?” she questioned.
“I’m not too sure actually. I was just reading the synopsis of this book and then I felt very tired,” Leon said.
“Did you finish reading the book you got yesterday? Are you looking for another book?”
“Oh, no, I’m not done with that book. And I was just browsing for fun,” Leon answered. “I’m not really a huge bookworm, but I’m trying to read more.”
“Really? Me too. Reading is kinda not my thing. I get bored and distracted even if what I’m reading is interesting,” Irene told Leon.
Leon gave her a puzzled look. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you work in a bookstore?”
“I needed a job and Emma recommended me to Chevalier because I’m well versed in book repair stuff.”
“You fix books?”
“I do whatever I can for the book, but it can’t always be fixed, just maintained,” she said. A smile played on his lips as he had his full attention on her. “Also, did you organize the books back here? It’s so neat.”
“Yeah, I saw some books sticking out and some were on the ground so I put them back,” Leon said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that you don’t work here so you don’t have to fix the books or anything like that.”
“Sorry for stealing your job,” Leon chuckled.
“Thank you for helping. If Chevalier saw the books on the ground…” Irene shivered in fear.
“What’s his deal? He looked like he was about to murder me last time.”
Irene laughed and shook her head, “He owns the store and he’s a kind boss. He’s just very passionate about books.”
“Passionate enough to commit a crime over it?”
“Maybe? But he’s really not bad, he wouldn’t do anything but fine you for damaging or disrespecting a book.” Leon raised a brow and made a mental note to not damage or disrespect a book in the bookstore. “I have to get back to work. Feel free to continue browsing, but you don’t have to fix the books.”
Irene went through the rest of her shift in a daze. Her lips would turn up into a smile when Leon popped up in her head. “Who is that guy though?” she mumbled.
“Who’s who?” Emma asked.
“Leon. That weird guy that sleeps on the floor,” Irene answered. “I found him passed out on the ground again, but before that he was fixing the shelves. I wonder why he always sleeps on the ground.”
“That’s a little strange. But I guess he seems okay if he’s being helpful.” Emma shrugged.
“What if he’s homeless? Shouldn’t he be at work? Maybe he doesn’t have a place to sleep so that’s why he’s always sleeping on the ground,” Irene theorized.
“He smells good though,” Emma said. “Like laundry detergent but if it was made of sunshine.”
“Don’t you think he’s kind of… creepy?” Irene asked.
Emma shook her head. “Apart from the sleeping on the ground part, he seems pretty normal. Maybe he just really likes it here? It’s very cozy and there are so many good books here.”
“He’s so weird,” Irene said.
“He is quite strange, but he’s not doing anything bad so it’s okay. But if he does, just tell Chevalier and he’ll take care of him.”
“Take care?” Irene started to question her boss. Looks couldn’t kill, but maybe Chevalier’s can?
“Yeah, if Leon’s bothering you, just tell Chevalier. He won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Emma reassured her friend. Irene only nodded before getting lost in thought again.
Maybe it was his charm that lured in his prey. Leon’s friendliness and thoughtful actions could be just a front for what he’s really like. He always seems to lurk in the back of the store. Irene’s stomach dropped, her skin broke out into a cold sweat, and her heartbeat accelerated into a speedy pulse. Maybe Leon really is dangerous, just pretending to be nice?
The next few days, Leon hadn’t been showing up; no sleeping man between the shelves. Irene was cleaning the area as usual, humming and daydreaming. A light tap on the shoulder was all it took for her to jump up like a spooked cat.
“Oops, sorry, did I scare you?” Leon apologized.
Her palm was on her chest, trying to calm her heart. “You scared me! You should’ve announced yourself!”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “But I finished the book I got last time.”
“Oh… Congrats?”
“Thank you. I kept falling asleep, but it’s a good thing this book isn’t that long.”
“You fall asleep every time you read?”
Leon nodded. “It’s hard for me to get through a page without feeling sleepy.”
It clicked. “Ohh… That makes so much sense now. Is that why you were sleeping on the ground?”
He averted his gaze and exhaled a nervous sigh and let out an embarrassed laugh, “I’m really sorry you had to find me like that.”
“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt.”
“It happens all the time; I’m used to it.” Leon smiled. “So, I actually wanted to ask you for some book recommendations.”
“Oh then you should ask Emma or Chevalier. I swear, they’ve read every single book in this store. Chevalier even has a mental log of all the books here and he even remembers every single plot.”
“No way… Every single book? That’s impossible.”
“I said the same thing. But he reads every book that passes through the doors. He has to approve of each one before putting it on the shelf for sale,” Irene explained. “So yeah, you should definitely talk to him or Emma.”
“I’d rather talk to you,” Leon said. A bashful blush bloomed on her cheeks and she looked away. “I think you’d recommend me better books since we’re kind of at the same level, right?”
Irene got shy and couldn’t make the words come out so she just led him to her favorite section and picked out some books that she’d read before. “Here.” She handed him the books.
“Great! Thanks, I’ll buy them all,” he said.
She tilted her head in confusion. “All?”
Leon nodded with confidence. “Of course. You recommended them, so I will read them.”
After Leon made his purchase, he didn’t show up at the store for a while. Irene missed Leon; even though he was still so mysterious and a little strange, she missed his contagious happiness, his aura, and perhaps she missed his smile most of all.
“Hello Irene,” Leon greeted. She spun around and welcomed him into the store. “I finished half of the stack! Thanks for recommending them to me.”
“No problem! Happy to help. What brings you in today?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d want to get some coffee later?” he asked.
“Sure! I don’t have to work on Saturday and I’ll be free all day,” she told him.
Leon grinned. “How about we meet here at 10am on Saturday then?” Irene agreed and the date was set. When Leon exited the bookstore, he celebrated with a little fist pump.
It started with a casual coffee date, one date turned into another, and their relationship developed over time. Leon became an unofficial employee. He wasn’t paid, but he still liked helping them out; Chevalier didn’t really seem to mind either. Leon was good with customers and he gained a more detailed layout of the store too.
He even started to figure out the sections that people rarely frequented. The only two people that would visit those parts were him and Irene for special couple time.
Leon had her pressed up against the shelves, large hand gripping and caressing her thigh as she hooked it around him. He poked the tip of his tongue out, exploring new territory. She opened her lips a little wider and shyly mimicked his actions.
“I’ll have to fine you both for disrespecting the books,” a voice threatened. Irene immediately dropped her leg and pushed Leon away.
Leon could hardly register what was going on due to a foggy brain from all that making out, but he just nonchalantly laughed, “Is that even a thing?”
“Yes. How dare you defile these books.” Chevalier frowned.
#leonscape’s ikemen prince au#different universe same love ccc#leon is leoning#leon on the brain#ikemen series#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen prince leon#ikepri leon#leon dompteur#ikemen prince fanfiction#ikepri fanfiction#ikemen prince irene
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Fanfic I wrote for a school assignment. Hope you like it! .]
CARNIVAL GHOSTS by Itz-ALTR
Alex panted, breathless. He ran. He ran past broken flagpoles and brightly colored circus tents lying shredded and torn on the ground, past tokens with pixelated smiling emblems shining up at Alex, he flew past prize counters and game booths, their wood broken and fractured, ran by bright colors and good times that all came to an end. Alex ran past it all. Not only because it reminded him of happy times, people laughing, and fun he could no longer have, but out of necessity. He ran for his life. “IF RESPECT IS THE ONLY THING PROTECTING YOU FROM A KNIFE IN THE BACK, RESPECT IS NOTHING, RIGHT?” yelled a voice behind Alex. Alex ran faster. It has been 20 years since he last heard those words, they taunted him like a target on his head and he wanted to put his past behind him like this psychopath was now.
While in his haste to escape the freak after him, Alex had acquired a gash in his leg courtesy of one of the broken flag poles. How metal could snap so easily was a question. But Alex remembered that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link and the pole and a chain were basically the same thing. But what he was going to do with his wound was another question. He had already been running for a bit after he had gotten the injury and now Alex was beginning to feel the delirium of blood loss.
He sat on one of the broken prize stands to observe the damage, avoiding the splinters for obvious reasons. The blood was slowly flowing freely down his leg and into his socks, which was a big discomfort. Alex desperately looked around for something, anything to help him. Behind him in the prize booth were some stained but otherwise very brightly colored t-shirts and socks. He looked at them with a glare but not wanting to waste time sighed with acceptance. “¿Qué otra dignidad tengo que perder?” Alex said to himself.
. . . . .
He ripped the shirt to use on his leg to make a simple tourniquet to add pressure and stop the bleeding before he passed out and he tugged off his socks and put on the only ugly socks available at the counter that fit him, a murky green-yellow color, using his old ones to wipe the blood off his leg. He began his run again, convinced he would escape the hellhole of an abandoned fairground before he got himself killed. But it’s just more of the same around the fairground, ripped fabric and splintered wood until Alex trips on an exposed root in the ground, tripping him and leaving him to topple over and slam his head on the hard dirt ground.
His vision blurred and Alex blinked for a bit. There wasn't even a tree in sight, nevertheless a root that could have tripped him. He felt like the fall knocked all the thoughts in his brain around and he had a headache as loud as a roaring sea. He stands, and sways, but plants his footing. As his sight begins to focus he sees Charlie. Wait, ...WHAT? CHARLIE? Alex thinks. It can’t be. Charlies dead. He’s been dead. Alex himself went to the funeral. He himself saw Charlie's casket being lowered into the ground. For him to be standing there, clear as day, was an impossibility.
“Dap me up!” Charlie said to Alex with a smile. The words caused Alex to fall to his knees. It had to be a hallucination from the fall. Memories began to flash in Alex’s mind, memories that he tried to put behind him. But the sight of Charlie caused Alex to remember all over again, the memories rushing in like a flood. Finding him in the casino of Las Nevadas. The hole he threw Charlie in as he interrogated him. Teaching him about slot machines. All of the lessons he taught Charlie. Alex stands and hugs Charlie. “Why? Wh-how? How are you here?” Alex asked in disbelief.
“I’m not here,” Charlie answered sadly, a swift reply stabbing Alex sharply reminding him of all the pain and anger once again. “I’m here to help you.” He said simply with a small smile. “Help me with what?” Alex asked. What the hell does he need help with that Charlie’s spirit-ghost thingy would need to come here for? “You’re being chased by Clay,” Charlie said softly “He’s out to kill you, right?” Alex sighed. “ No, not at all man,” Alex said sarcastically. “Oh. Alright then. Bye.” Charlie turned as if he was to leave but Alex called out “Wait!”
He looked down and held his temples. “Yeah,” he sighed, “That psychopath is after me.” Charlie smiled warmly. "I'll make sure you never turn to dust, Alex."
. . . . .
The pair walk through the fairground, what's left of it at least, so Alex can get out alive. Alex is just simply drinking in Charlie’s every word, enjoying his time with Charlie, making up for stolen time. “I’ve been watching you guys, like before but now it’s different. I can see everything! Foolish and Kyle are doing quite well! Karl and Sapnap are good. Wilbur Soot has asked about you…” Charlie trailed off, humming to himself, also quite happy to be spending time with Alex.
But Charlie’s last words threw Alex off. Wilbur had been asking about Alex? That must imply that Wilbur could see Charlie. That he was hoping Charlie would talk to him. “He’s still in Utah. Back at the gas station” Charlie continued. He looked at Alex. “You should visit him sometime,” Charlie said simply with a sly smile. Charlie knew what he was doing. He knew Alex was falling apart mentally, and he knew that Wilbur had changed and would help support Alex. But Alex just looked sad and upset. “Yeah, maybe.” He answered.
They were nearly to the gate, and Alex’s time with Charlie was up. He turned to Charlie, ready to say goodbye. “Well, I guess-” “GUESS IT’S YOUR TIME TO JOIN HIM!” A voice yelled. It was Clay, bloodied and dirtied, a long machete in hand. He stood just feet between the pair and the exit, Alex’s last chance at life. “You thought he was gonna help you get out here alive?” Clay giggled with madness.
Alex saw a glint of metal in the corner of his eye. A knife. “He can’t do anything for you,” Clay said, pointing to Charlie, “He’s DEAD.” The words were a stab in a gaping flesh wound, and Clay was practically digging his fingers into Alex’s pain. Clay laughed with a manic laugh, “Your partners aren’t here either! Where are they to care about you? You built a whole COUNTRY for them! And where were they?!” Alex was fuming. People usually knew not to mess with Alex but clearly, Clay did not know this and soon Alex was going to get violent.
“What was your true plan to evade me? You really thought you were going to leave? I control this place! I know your every move!” Now. Alex moved swiftly, swiping the knife and moving fast. Alex would always say he was light on his feet and mentally quick. But, not quick enough today.
The machete didn’t kill Alex, but nearly missed his neck, the sharp blade digging into the left side of his face. Alex shuddered as the blood splattered with an almost animated sound. That was gonna leave a stupid scar. But he had not failed. Clay sat at his knees, blood flowing like a crimson river down his waist. He did not speak or move for several minutes. “You still wouldn’t kill me.” He said simply. Alex smiled. “THAT is where you’re wrong,” Alex snarled maliciously as he twisted the knife in Clay’s back. Ah, see what he did there? Clay coughed up the blood and smiled, the red on his hands. Then the light left his eyes, and the danger was over. “Wow,” Charlie said softly. The words startled Alex and Alex looked to where Charlie still stood. He firmly hugged Charlie as he spoke to him through tears, the salty water stinging his left eye, “He’s gone. All his lies and his torture and his deceiving...It’s all over now.” Alex said happily tears still streaming down his face. But Charlie was not happy. “You know he never will truly go away.” He said to Alex.
And Charlie was right. It was all in the mind. The memories would never go away. But Alex would sure as hell try. For the first time that day, Charlie was the one with tears in his eyes. “I have to go now. I can't stay here,” He said through sobs, “ I haven’t realized how much I missed you, all that time. And now,” he cried, “I have to leave you.” Alex bit his lip to keep from breaking down in front of Charlie. “But you can come back, right?” he asked, “Whenever I need you, I’ll call for you. And every time you miss me, you can come to me. No matter what, when, or where I am or what I’m doing.”
Charlie laughed. “Then you're gonna see me all the time.” Alex chuckled. And then he got quiet. “Goodbye, Charlie. I love you.” Charlie hugged Alex one last time. “Goodbye, Alex. I love you more.” And with that, Charlie faded away like smoke on water.
Alex could still feel where Charlie had just stood, like a phantom of his friend was still lingering there. It hurt, but Alex needed to move on.
He began the walk down the dusty dirt road, more than ready to make his way back to society and a warm shower. A soft Brrrr, noise called from his phone pocket. He pulled it out and with a soft smile, looked at the caller ID through the cracked screen. “Hi, Wilbur,” Alex answered.
THE END
#dap duo#fan fic#Alex#Charlie#Slimecicle#Quackity#Wilbur#Tnt duo#my story#ughhhhhhhhh I FINISHED!!!!!#dsmp#Clay#dream#karl#sapnap#Foolish#KyleHQ
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Okay so-! I had an idea and now I need answers! 😂 What if, somehow, the boys were released from prison at the present moment in the fiction? What is the first thing they do? How would they now pursue the MC?
Oooh interesting question... so defining our situation, let's assume that Reader has confronted all three about the riot, then maybe taken some time to herself to deal with what's just happened.
Sans is reprieved as it's discovered he was convicted on bad evidence (sorry Don). Edge manages to bribe/blackmail a judge into commuting Red's sentence. Skull... well, I can't think of any rational reason Skull would be let out, but this is our make-believe world god damn it.
Now, this is actually a really complicated question as it's going to massively depend on whether are they all released at the same time? Staggered? Or is only one being released and you want to know what that one would do? Below is my best thoughts on a couple of those scenarios.
This is a bloody long post... enjoy, I suppose!
Skull
Starting with Skull released on his own. He's frankly not delighted with being removed from the East Wing. From his cell to the corridor is fine. But the further he gets away, the angrier and more scared he becomes. After all, how will Reader find him if he's not there?
We can assume that Skull being released would be MASSIVE news. There would be protests outside of the prison and Reader would almost definitely hear about it.
So, when Skull is released, Reader is there waiting for him. Assuming he manages to leave his cell incident and gets through the press and protestors without attacking anyone, Reader would be there to keep him safe. Or let's credit Spratt with some brain cells and say that he asked Reader to be there on his release day.
Reader would immediately want to get Skull as far away from potential unhappy meals as quickly as possible. Don is frankly horrified at the situation, but knows his cousin too well to argue. He offers his beach house if Reader swears she won't ever be alone with Skull. Between himself and Angus, and maybe some professional help, the two of them always have a babysitter.
What would follow would be diabetes-inducing domestic sweetness as Reader puts all her time and attention into getting Skull well. Lots of cuddles and reading and walks. It would take a while, but the relative isolation of the beach house would be exactly what Skull needed to start feeling safe again. Maybe in time, they'd start wandering into town and back.
Skull would be pretty much the puppy dog, happy just to be around Reader. The problems would come when Reader would want to do anything alone, or Angus/Don tried to step in during one of Skull's 'moments'. This would not be the safest situation for anyone as Angus, while impressively built, isn't a match magic-wise for Skull and Don bruises like a peach.
But I think with enough time and energy, Skull and Reader would be happy with this setup. It would be a long road, but worth it.
Sans and Red
The fun situation is if Sans and Red are released at the same time. Now we've got a competition.
Both of them know where the Reader lives. Both can teleport. Red has a massive gang behind him, Sans has the brains and contacts Red couldn't hope to have. Both are on a similar footing money and resources wise, though Sans's resources lean legitimate and Red's don't.
Let's say in this scenario, the prison has kept Sans and Red's release quiet and away from the press due to the court's embarrassment.
Sans
So, straight out of the gate, I think Sans gets to Reader's apartment first. This is mostly because there's no way in hell Edge would let Red disappear off immediately, chasing after a pet when all of New Ebbott's law enforcement is watching.
Reader is pretty shocked to find Sans outside her door. First up, damage control. Sans had hoped to have more time to get back into the Reader's good graces. She's still pretty pissed with him after the riot. So he 'shyly' asks her out to Grillby's. After all, he's been in prison for a while and the idea of doing anything normal again is intimidating. Reader immediately softens and agrees.
This has two massive advantages. First, it gets her away from the apartment where Red is likely going to show up anytime now. Second, it brings her into his world. At Grillby's, she sees everyone overjoyed to see Sans out of prison. Reader sees Sans in a new light - after all, he can't be that bad if so many people are happy to see him back. Lunch and puns ensue and Sans uses every inch of his charm to keep Reader there as long as possible.
After that, I can see Sans returning to his stalker ways, watching over Reader. Sans's ability to see Souls can penetrate walls to some extent (not far, but enough to see Reader in her apartment if he's hanging about on the fire escape). The moment Red appears, there's going to be trouble.
Red
Red gets to the Reader before Sans. I think in this what-if, one of the Dreemurrs is waiting for Sans when he's released so it slows him down.
Red shakes Edge and against all good sense, teleports over to Reader's apartment. Reader cares for Red immensely but is still alarmed to find the gangster outside her door. After all, it's only been days since the riot.
Red has to work really hard to get her to relax and trust him. He's also on the clock - he knows Sans won't be dragging his heels. At first, he wants to get into her apartment but quickly realizes that's an absolute no-go. So instead, he offers to take her out. He's making things up as he goes along.
When Reader finally agrees, he teleports her to the Western Monster District. And now Red had to deal with a scared, confused, angry and also slightly nauseous Reader. A warning might have been nice?! So Reader discovers Red can teleport.
She's also introduced to his world. Again, he's surrounded by people who are delighted he's out. Amongst the Monster and Human communities of the Western District, Red is generally admired and respected. She gets to meet Edge and quickly sees the love the brothers have and that's important to her.
Afterwards - Red
From that point on it becomes a game of 'keep away' between Red and Sans. Each tries to persuade Reader that the other Skeleton is dangerous and not worthy of her. It's difficult to know who she would eventually settle on if she didn't go mad first.
Reader would gravitate toward Red because of how much he cares about his brother and his gang. Red also doesn't try to separate her from Don and Angus, knowing how, in the past, he's quickly dropped partners for trying to get between him and Edge. Red is understandable and doesn't lie as often as other people (cough Sans). He's protective, but also understands her need to have some independence and encourages it. As long as he's her only and she comes home at the end of the day, he's not overbearing.
But, he's a gleeful killer and mob boss. He doesn't hide his criminal life from her. And after someone tries to assault her in a bar, she gets a glimpse of just how deep Red's anger goes. Being with him means being involved in the criminal underworld and any hope of a normal life is out the window. Reader just isn't ready to do that. There are plenty of reasons to run from Red.
Afterwards - Sans
Reader pities Sans. She knows how empty his life is, how even his closest friends are kept at a distance. So to begin with, she's just focused on helping him reconnect with the world. Sans keeps his Judge persona away from her and doesn't talk about it unless she directly asks. Even then, he fudges the truth.
But she gets to meet Undyne, Alphys and the Dreemurrs, all of whom still love and care for Sans. And importantly, they tell her all about Papyrus. From that point, Reader starts to see Sans in a whole new light.
Sans is emotionally more mature than Red. He's funny and intelligent. He shares far more of Reader's interests than Red does. He's closer to what Reader imagined in a boyfriend than Red is (or Skull!). So she could find herself tempted towards him. On the surface, he's still the safest option.
However... Sans is far more overbearing and protective. He'd rather she stayed home and let him look after her. He has the time, the money, the resources. And the people he loves have a habit of dying the minute he lets his guard down. Reader would get stifled very quickly.
Sans would also gently, but definitely, try and separate her from Don. Reader is smart enough to know what a massive warning sign that is.
The fact is, Sans - as he is in the story right now - is a terrible choice for the Reader. Sans has a butt ton of growing to do before he can really be a suitable contender here.
Afterwards - Skull
If Skull is released alongside Red and Sans, Red wouldn't care. Red is operating on confidence - why would Reader pick that freak over him?
Sans, on the other hand - if he couldn't kill Skull outright without getting caught, it would be easy enough to trigger him into a rage and have him sent back to prison. If Skull is released at any point while Sans is free, Skull would not have any chance of getting near Reader for any length of time.
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