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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: Yeah, when I got the idea to make El genderfuid, I just ran with it. Also, at the end, there's a little bit of smut, which was supposed to be mostly implied, but my fingers ran away from me. Also, there is no teen pregnancy for Nance. They've already got kids to take care of. Just had to put that out there.

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Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen- Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Steve’s POV

Steve grinned as he watched Eddie score the winning point, and he laughed at Eddie's stunned face.

"Holy shit, I did it," Eddie said. "I won the game! Here I am, Hawkins! Eddie the Freak Munson has conquered the sport of basketball! Fear me!"

Steve laughed again and stared at his raised arms before smirking. He snuck up on Eddie's side. He knelt to pick him up and tossed him over his shoulder. Steve laughed as he spun him around. Lucas and El, who they had been playing against, started giggling.

"I like basketball," El decided.

"Steven! I'm going to toss my fucking cookies. Stop it!" Eddie shrieked.

Steve laughed and lowered him into his arms. Eddie wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply.

"So?" Steve asked.

"Okay, so basketball isn't that bad," Eddie said. "I really loved it when you started narrating it like you were a dungeon master."

"Yeah, we call those guys sports announcers or sports casters," Steve said.

"Tomato, potato," Eddie paused. "So, am I forgiven?"

"Definitely," Steve grinned and set Eddie down, slapping him on the ass. "Hit the showers."

"You heard him, lady and gent, hit the showers!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I am one of the boys today," El said seriously.

"Ah, okay. Remind me to make you special pins again," Eddie said.

"You always tell me to remind you. I think you need pins to remind you to make me pins," El replied.

"Oh, very funny! My little brother, the comedian!" Eddie exclaimed and paused. "Although, it's not a bad idea."

"Nancy said that you would forget your head if it was not screwed on," he said.

"Nancy's cute, but yeah, she's usually right," Eddie grinned at his brother.

Surprisingly, it was Steve and Eddie who were out of the showers first. Eddie collapsed on the bench next to Nancy and Robin, laying his head in Nancy's lap.

"What are you ladies doing?" Eddie asked.

"Filling out college applications," Nancy said as she set her notebook aside. "You were really good out there."

"Oh, yeah, how do you think the other jocks would react if I signed up to join the basketball team this year?" Eddie asked.

"Not very well," Nancy giggled.

"I would pay to see that," Steve said.

"I am not looking forward to school tomorrow," Eddie groaned. "Another year of hell, but I am determined to graduate this year. No one can stop me, not even Principal Higgins."

"If I have to threaten him too, I will," Nancy said. "You're walking across that stage with me."

"I love it when you defend my honor. It makes me feel like a princess," Eddie said.

"You are a princess, our princess," Steve teased as he leaned against Nancy's legs to kiss Eddie.

El and Lucas finally came out of the shower, making their way over to the group.

"El had a great idea. Let's grab some dinner," Lucas said, and then he paused. "Hey, I just realized. . . Why aren't Mike and Dustin here?"

"I told them they needed to come up with a really awesome one-shot to audition for Hellfire," Eddie said. "They didn't realize I was fucking with them so they're working on it right now."

"Nice," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I'm actually invested in seeing what they come up with," Eddie said. "Might be fun."

El opened his mouth to suggest what they could possibly eat for dinner, and Eddie immediately sat up to glare at him.

"You can't eat waffles all the time, El," Eddie said. "I love waffles as much as the next person, but we can not have them for dinner for a third day in a row."

"Aww," El said.

"I could definitely use a break from these college applications," Robin said. "My hand hurts."

The group headed out. Eddie and El went to Eddie's van. Lucas, Robin, and Nancy followed Steve to his car. Steve was about to open his car door when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and he tensed up immediately when he saw Nancy scowl. Steve whirled around and came face to face with Tommy H.

"And just when I thought the rest of my day was going to keep looking up," Steve sighed. "What do you want, Tommy?"

"Just curious if your daddy knows about how public you are with your affections?" Tommy asked.

When Steve tensed up even further, Lucas and Robin moved to his side.

"You saw me with Eddie," Steve stated.

"Well, he kissed you in the school gym. You guys weren't exactly subtle," Tommy said.

"My dad knows about me, but he doesn't particularly care for others to know," he said and paused. "Are you planning on telling him?"

"You wouldn't like that, would you?" Tommy asked.

"No," Steve scoffed. "What do you want?"

"To warn you to be more careful next time, Harrington," Tommy said.

"Are you threatening him?" Nancy asked, moving in front of Steve protectively.

"What? No!" Tommy exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Well then, what are you doing? Because you sure sound like you were threatening him," Robin said, scowling at him.

"I, uh, I guess it did sound like that," Tommy said, rubbing the back of his head.

Steve tilted his head to the side as he watched Tommy. He had known him most of his life, considering their fathers worked together. There were only a few times when he had seen Tommy look vulnerable like this.

"What's going on?" Steve asked softly.

"They're okay with you?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, they're my friends. Of course, they are," Steve said.

It was then that Eddie approached with El, the both of them looking concerned. Tommy stepped back, his hands in his pockets.

"Is something going here?" Eddie asked. "Hayes."

"Uh, actually, it's Hagan. That's the other Tommy H," he replied.

"Right," Eddie said. "He's the asshole who used to come after me and Hellfire. Lot more blond and a lot less freckles. You're Steve’s former friend who swarmed around Hargrove like a pilot fish."

"I was trying to make Steve jealous," Tommy said. "Honestly, kind of hated the guy."

"What?" Steve asked.

"I'm gay, Steve," Tommy replied.

"What? But you and Carol - " Steve said.

"I was the one who made up that rumor about me and Carol having sex in the seventh grade. Honestly, we only did it a couple of times before I realized I was trying to be someone I wasn't. I was an asshole for a long time because of it. You know, just because I was struggling with who I am, though, doesn't exactly give me the right to act like that. I guess, if I seemed miserable, it's because I was. I treated you, Nancy, and Barb like shit. I talked shit about everyone, too. I guess it was easier to do that than to face the truth about myself," Tommy shrugged.

"There he is," Steve grinned. "There's the Tommy that I remember."

"Thanks for allowing us to be there for that, man," Eddie said softly. "I do have a question. You said that you were trying to make Steve jealous?"

"Uh, I was in love with him for a long time," Tommy winced. "That's sort of why I hated you, Nancy, but I'm no longer in love with him. I actually have a boyfriend!"

He pulled out his wallet and pulled out a small photo from the folds. He handed it to Steve.

"Oh, wow, he's cute," Steve said.

"His name is Walter. He just finished his first year at the University of Indianapolis. I'll be going there in a few days," Tommy said proudly. "My mom took that photo."

"Your mom knows?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I decided to tell both of my parents. Of course, my dad didn't take it too well. Tried to beat it out of me. My mom took my old baseball bat to his head. She actually deafened the bastard. He's in jail now," Tommy shrugged.

"Damn, way to go Carmen," Steve said.

"Yeah, she's more than okay with it. She loves Walter," Tommy said.

"Hey, we were about to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to come with us?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, I was going to shoot hoops in the gym one last time, but if it's alright with Steve and everyone else, I'd like that," Tommy said.

"Of course," Steve said and pulled Tommy into a hug.

After so long, it felt nice to have his old friend back. Robin did make sure that Tommy wasn't just going to slip back into his old role, that the position had been filled. She told him she was a lesbian and then patted his cheek before slipping into the back seat of Steve’s car.

"You should know, though, that I'm not just with Eddie either," Steve said. "I'm back with Nancy."

"And they're both okay with it?" Tommy asked.

"We're all dating each other," Nancy replied.

"Are you happy, Steve?" Tommy asked.

"Happier than ever," Steve shrugged. "I've got an amazing boyfriend and girlfriend as well as an amazing new best friend. Kids who look up to me. . .I have a family who actually cares about me more than my parents ever did."

"Sounds like we both got to a better place," Tommy said. "Somehow."

"Sometimes life surprises you," Steve shrugged.

"You think that there's a spot for me in your better life?" Tommy asked.

"Of course, Tommy," Steve said. "What about me in yours?"

"I kind of always left the door open even if I didn't let you know," Tommy said. "I missed you, man."

"I've been missing you for a long time," Steve said. "It's good to see you again, Tommy."

"It's good to see you, too."

As they sat around the largest table in the restaurant, missing Dustin and Mike, Steve realized that he realized that a part of him had been yearning for Tommy to be a part of his life again. Later that night, he lay in bed in his newly furnished apartment in between Eddie and Nancy, Steve couldn't stop the wide grin from spreading on his face. All the furniture he had taken from his parents' house, jumping the gun on moving into the apartment and so ready to leave his biological parents behind. The only thing he really needed now was a new stove and new supplies for downstairs. His real parents had chipped in for an AC unit as a welcome home present. So, he had packed up all of his things, what little he had there, left a message on his parents' machine about their house getting robbed, and left the house for good.

"Whatcha grinning about, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"Just thinking about how insanely happy I am right now," Steve said and paused. "Are you alright with Tommy being back in my life, Nancy?"

"Of course, I actually like this Tommy," Nancy grinned.

"Well, this is the Tommy that I befriended when I was younger," Steve said. "I really missed him."

"Then I really glad he's back in your life," Nancy said.

"By the way, Nance, how did you get your mom to let you have a sleepover with your boyfriends on a school night?" Eddie asked.

"She trusts us. I mean, it turns out I wasn't exactly as sneaky as I thought I was when you both snuck into my room. She knew you were there. I think she'd rather I'd be honest with her if I'm just going to do it anyway. She also knows how happy we are together," Nancy said. "And Holly absolutely adores the both of you. As does Mike."

Eddie grinned as he got up and pulled a book out of his overnight bag.

"Okay, so where did we leave off?" He asked.

"Actually, Nancy and I were talking. . .we were hoping to have sex but if you want to read instead. . . " Steve said.

"Okay, Munsons do not throw books," Eddie said and carefully put the book back.

He jumped back into bed, kissing Steve deeply. Steve laughed and broke the kiss.

"So, you don't want to read?" Steve asked.

Nancy laughed and rolled her eyes. She tugged at Eddie's shirt, lifting it above his head.

"Nancy and I say no to that," Eddie said.

Eddie kissed Nancy, leaning over Steve to do it. He tugged at Nancy's shirt and slid his fingers under the material. He continued to kiss Nancy, unbuttoning her sleep shirt and sliding it off her body. He broke the passionate kiss to appreciate the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Nancy peered at him, her eyes dark. She tugged at Eddie's pajama pants.

"Off. Now," Nancy demanded.

Eddie was quick to obey, getting rid of his pants and his boxers. Nancy did the same and shed the rest of her clothes. Steve could only watch, mesmerized as they kissed over him again. Eddie broke the kiss with Nancy, chuckling.

"I guess we're the only ones who will be naked, Nancy," Eddie said.

"I guess so," Nancy said in amusement.

"Oh, right!" Steve exclaimed, blushing and quickly stripped.

The three of them fell into bed, laughing, as they pressed themselves together. Their hands and mouths explored every inch of each other as they danced together, rolling around on the bed. They grinded and thrusted in perfect unison but arriving on their own time in perfect ecstasy. It ended with Nancy in between them both as they fucked into her, filling her up from both sides and stuffing her full as she took them in hungrily. Nancy's nails clung to Eddie as Steve spilled into the condom from behind Nancy. Their sweaty naked bodies were spent as they pulled away and collapsed against the sheets. Steve bit his lip and tried not to say it. . .trying not to ruin the moment that was so perfect. He needed to say it.

"I love sex," Nancy gasped and then paused. "What I meant to say was I love you. . .I love you both, and I love having sex with you."

"Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. A woman is allowed to have healthy sexual appetite and to enjoy it," Eddie said with a chuckle and ran his fingers across her skin. "It's only been a couple of months but fuck, I love you guys, too."

"I love you too," Steve said. "Both of you."

"Shit. I think my condom broke," Eddie cursed. "Of course, mine is the one that breaks."

"I'm on the pill. Are you clean?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah. Very."

"Then I think we're fine," Nancy chuckled.

After they cleaned each other up, they collapsed back onto the bed again. Nestled safe in their arms, Steve was unbelievably happy, and in that moment, he believed nothing could go wrong. As he drifted off to sleep, he tried not to think about Eddie's dreams and what they might mean for them. No, right now they were together and they were happy. Nothing was going to get in their way, not if Steve could help it.

Chapter Seventeen

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macksmilkshakes · 2 years

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Livewire Tour Autumn 2022

This was the second of two tours I set off on this year, and the second failure. Two for two failed tours in twenty twenty two. Too many twos. Cursed. In any case, failure aside, this was awesome. Ty joined me, having been evacuated from instructional league in Florida on account of Hurricane Ian. Halcyon conditions. A couple great days of riding.

So, the plan was three days, 400kms, something like 2300metres. Reasonable, maybe not for unaccustomed Ty, but he’s young and fit. Lethbridge to Willow Creek, Willow Creek to Pincher Creek, Pincher Creek back to Lethbridge. We set off about 10am on Saturday. I was pretty fully loaded, Ty less so. I was on my Atlantis, Ty was on my Platypus. Among other supplies, we were carrying a Ziploc freezer bag containing an entire carton’s worth of livewire candies. Hence, the livewire tour.

FORESHADOWING: on the way out of the city, I made the mistake of uttering the phrase, “I never get flats.”

As soon as we got through the west side of town and onto the gravel roads at the outskirts, just as our general momentum was ticking up and spirits climbing high, I flatted. It’s true that I never flat. This winter I bunny hopped my commuter into a McDonald’s parking lot and landed on the small curb causing a pinch flat. That was my first flat in roughly 17,000kms. None since. So I was surprised, but whatever, no biggie. Fixed the flat and we were back on our way.

For quite a while, the country roads were in really great shape. Firm and minimal rocks. Our fav early stretch was on what Ty deemed “Poo Road.” We got passed by a succession of trucks evidently carrying manure, so it was stinky, but we were rolling fast. From there we got on a canal road that carried us up to and past the Granum highway. Once we hit Willow Creek County, though, the roads were freshly graded and it was a tough slog. We ambled along for a bit at 14 or 15kmh, I told Ty the moth joke and we listened to an article about the Dyatlov Pass Incident. Then at 60km I got into the drops and did a big pull at 21kmh for 11 or 12kms.

At about km 75 we turned northward and pfffff nother flat. Bahhhhhh. I only had the one spare Schrader valved tube, but I had tons of patches. This should have been no problem, although I was mystified still. Over the following two hours this happened: I patched the tube, inflated it, had it in the bike, packed back up ready to go, and PFFFFFFFF flat. Figured the patch didn’t hold. So, next thing I tried was patching the other tube that got pinched near town. Patch failed while I was inflating. Instead of re-patching, I hatched a plan, thinking that somehow all the weight I was carrying in the back was making me pinch-prone, to take the 55mmer off Ty’s rear wheel, put it in my bike (I knew it would clear BARELY), and use the spare tube I had for his bike (Platypus is set up 2bliss) to get the 47mmer from my bike into his. Then I could also run less psi and my patch would maybe hold? Installed, inflated, ready to go, PFFFFFFFF. Bahhhh. At this point, it is occurring to me that somehow issues with flat are imperilling the entire enterprise. What a thing to run into trouble with. Embarrassing! I stared off into the distance feeling sad for like half an hour. I thought maybe we could walk 15kms to Claresholm, sleep in a dugout, pray to god the hardware store had tubes in the morning, and go from there. But that was dumb. And I felt like I really didn’t understand the cause of the flats, still. So, I called for a rescue.

The whole goal of the tour was the Porcupine Hills. Spectacular anytime, especially so in the fall with amazing weather. And we also had dinner planned at Chez Gascoyne in Pincher Creek on Sunday night. So, Sunday morning I woke up, unpacked the bikes, re-2bliss’d the Platypus, bought a couple new tubes (all they had), swapped in a burly Big Ben on my rear wheel, and loaded the bikes into my dad’s truck. Plan: get dropped off by Jemma for a day ride in the Porcupines, ride into Pincher, have Chinese food for dinner, go home.

The day ride was awesome. The roads were so good, scenery better, weather amazing. We had loads of fun, high spirits the whole way.

5km outside of Pincher, flat. Lol. Patched, sorted, back on the road. 3km later, as we turned into town, pfffffffff, FLAT!!! I guess at that point I wouldn’t have had it any other way. My theory is that my old, shitty, plastic rim tape wasn’t covering the spoke holes properly. So I’m gonna re-tape, but really I am seriously considering re-lacing the rear hub to a cliffhanger and swapping in a dynamo cliffhanger I already have for the front. 2bliss, set it and forget it. Seems wise. Anyways, at this stage, I could not be bothered. So I walked the rest of the way, using a steep dirt walking path to enable the most efficient route to Chez G. Ty rode loops around me and walked up the path in solidarity. Sweet bro.

We had Chinese dinner and a couple beers as planned. Drove home. Goodnight.

Not remotely what we planned, but still a great send off to the season.

#biketour #rivbike

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saturn7162 · 1 month

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Finishing a Quotev story PT. 5: Gem Glow

yeehaww (this took too fucking long)

“Nooooo!” Steven yelled from inside the Big Donut.

“This can’t be happening!” He muttered, placing his hands on the counter that the Cookie Cat freezer sat on.

“This has to be a dream!” He brought his hands to his temples, whipping around quickly.

“Lars! Lars!” He ran over to the ginger male, wrapping his hands around his torso in a hug.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming! I wanted Onyx to finally experience the wonderfulness of a Cookie Cat!!” He wailed, slumping to the floor as Lars walked away.

“Get off me man, I’m stocking here.” Lars groaned, walking away with a box as Steven lay face down on the tile floor.

“I’m sorry, Steven. I guess they stopped making them.” Sadie tried to comfort him, leaning over the checkout counter.

“Stopped making them?!” He turned to face the blond.

“Why in the world would they stop making Cookie Cats?!”

“They’re only the most scrumptious and delicious ice-cream sandwich ever made!” He yelled in dismay.

“Don’t they have laws for this?!” Lars knelt down by a counter, reaching a hand onto the box he was carrying and putting the contents away.

“Tough bits, man. Nobody buys them anymore..”

“I guess they couldn’t compete with Lion Lickers.” He said, lifting a bag out of the box.

“Not Lion Lickers! Nobody likes them…” Steven grumbled, Onyx just walked over to the freezer that held them and grabbed a few.

“They don’t even look like lions!” He complained, flinging his arms up.

“I think they do..” Onyx bent over, looking at the popsicles behind the glass.

“Kids these days I’ll tell you what!” Steven put his hands on his hips.

“Well, if you miss your wimpy ice cream so much, why don’t you make some with your magic belly button” Lars teased, causing Onyx to turn his head to him and growl.

“That isn’t how he works, Lars..” Onyx snarled, narrowing his eyes at him as he walked to the counter to pay for his popsicles. Steven lifted his shirt up and looked at his naval, squeezing his abdomen.

“Oh sweet Cookie Cats… With your crunchy cookie outside, and your icy creamy insides.” Steven’s brows furrowed sadly as he drew a cookie cat on the outside of the freezer. Onyx shoves two Lion Lickers in his mouth, his tail starting to wag happily as he quickly ate them.

“You’re too good for this world…” Onyx looked at him funny as he kissed the freezer.

“Uh Steven?” Sadie started, looking at Steven who was hugging the freezer as Onyx ate more popsicles, not bothering to take the wrapper off.

“Do you want to take the freezer with you?” She asked as Onyx threw the sticks out in the trash. Steven nodded.

“Are you really gonna let ‘em have that?” Onyx asked, eating another Lion Licker.

“I mean, we were just gonna throw it out so I thought, why not give it to Steven?” Sadie replied, shrugging.

The boy hummed happily as he and Onyx walked back to the temple, Onyx carrying the freezer under an arm.

“Hey, guys! You won’t believe this!” Steven yelped out in surprise as a gem monster jumped on him. Onyx growled and grabbed it, slamming the centipede-like body against the floor until it poofed. He set the freezer down on a bench by the door, running off to go help.

“Sup, Steven” Amethyst called out as she wrangled a monster of her own, throwing it far over Pearl’s head. Pearl struck her spear out gracefully, throwing the monsters back. She flung three away, one to Garnet and two to Onyx. Onyx bashed the heads of the monsters together before chasing down more, arms outstretched. Garnet caught the monster Pearl threw to her and slammed it against her knee, punching more as they ran up to her. Monsters are seen running away from Onyx as he chases them, pinning them down and bringing his ax down onto them. Onyx snatched some from the walls and couch, throwing them down against the floor and jumping on them, digging his elbow into their backs.

“Awesome!” Steven grinned.

“What are these things?” Steven muttered in amazement when one went running past him, away from Onyx with his ax raised above his head.

“Ugh!” Pearl grunted.

“Sorry, Steven. We’ll get these centipeetles out of your room.” She lifted one up off the floor, wrapping her arms around it as it wriggled in her grip.

“I think they might’ve been trying to get into the temple.” Onyx explained, stomping on one.

“Aw… You don’t have to get rid of them… They’re really cool!” Steven cooed, looking at the monster as it squirmed. He winced and flinched away as the monster spat out acid at his feet, burning a large hole in the hardwood. Onyx and Amethyst both threw a monster at the stony walls, causing them to screech and poof.

“Um, you guys..” Amethyst called, causing the others to look at her.

“These things don’t have gems!” She yelled, sticking a finger in her nostril and turning to look over at Pearl and Steven. Onyx smacked at her hand, trying to get her to stop, but just causing her to pull the finger out and jab it in his direction playfully, making him yelp.

“Prolly means the momma is ‘round here.” Onyx replied, chasing another down to get away.

“We should probably find it before anyone gets hurt…” Pearl suggested.

“Ooh! Ooh! C-can I come!? Can I?! Can I?!?” Steven asked eagerly, looking up at Pearl hopefully.

“Steven..” Pearl called, making Steven turn towards her.

“Until you learn to control the powers in your gem, we’ll take care of protecting humanity, okay?” Pearl said calmly, snapping the neck of the centipeetle she was holding and dropping it to the floor.

“Aw man…” Steven sulked before turning to the kitchen to see a centipeetle rummaging through the fridge.

“Hey! Not for you! Get!” Onyx shooed the monster away, chasing it into the range of Garnet so she could deal with it properly.

“Aw… they got into everything! Not cool!” Steven groaned, looking from the contents of the fridge to Garnet punching the monster across the house.

“No way….” Steven mumbled, looking at the freezer that was filled with cookie cats.

“I-It can’t be!” He reached into the freezer and pulled on out, looking down at the treat in amazement as Pearl closed the freezer door.

“Wha- where did you get these?! I thought they stopped making them!” Steven looked up at Pearl happily as Onyx grabbed a few from the freezer and ate them, stuffing the wrappers into his mane.

“Well, we heard that, too, and since they’re your favorite..” Pearl explained with one hand on her hip.

“We went out and stole a bunch!” Amethyst yelled as she sat on the kitchen counter. Pearl grunted and glared at her, hands balled into fists by her sides.

“I went back and paid for them..” She grumbled, looking off to the side.

“The whole thing was my idea.” Garnet said calmly as she unsummoned her gauntlets.

“It was everyone’s idea.” Amethyst corrected.

“Not really.”

“All that matters is that Steven is happy.”

“Onyx! Start me off with a beat!” Steven yelled, pointing to him. Onyx shrugged and began to clap his hands and stomp his foot, chuckling to himself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!! He’s a frozen treat with an all new taste! ‘Cause he came to this planet from outer space!” Pearl dropped her arms and looked away then back, clearly confused.

“A refugee of an interstellar war! But now he’s at your local grocery store!” He sang as he made his way over to Garnet and Amethyst who just looked at eachother.

“Cookie Cat! He’s a pet for your tummy! Cookie Cat! He’s super duper yummy!”

“Cookie Cat! He left his family behind! Cookie Ca-a-a-a-a-a-t!!! Now available at Gergins off route 109.” He mumbled the last part before everyone started chuckling. Garnet clapped proudly and Onyx snorted.

“I can’t believe you did this! I’m gonna save these forever.” He grinned as he looked from Pearl to the ice-cream.

“Hello, old friend” Steven giggled before biting the ear of the cat, scrunching up the wrapper and also putting it into Onyx’s mane.

“Right after I eat this one.” He tore the corner of the packaging, taking out the frozen snack. Onyx grabbed another, slipping the plastic into the abyss of his mane, the area he put it in glowing red. He licked his chops and took a large bite of the ice cream.

“Ooh! So good!” Steven smiled, tossing his head back as he chewed. Onyx’s brow quirked up at a small flash of light off to his left. He looked down, seeing Steven’s gem start to glow under his shirt.

“I like to eat the ears first!” Steven said, looking up at Onyx. The gems looked at eachother, eyes widening at the glow that enveloped the room. Amethyst glanced at Garnet before turning back.

“Uh, Steven?”

“Wah? My gem!” He shouted, looking down at his naval and lifting up his shirt.

“Your weapon! Try and summon it!” Onyx yelled, eating the rest of the ice-cream quickly.

“I-I don’t know how!” The glow began to recede.

“Aah!! It’s fading!” He yelled worriedly, startling the gems.

“How do I make it come back!?” He asked, looking from gem to gem.

“Calm down, Steven.” Pearl raised her hands up.

“Breath, don’t force it.” Steven bit his bottom lip and glanced around.

“Yeah, and try not to poop yourself either” Amethyst snickered.

“Yeah… Don’t.. Don’t do that” Onyx narrowed his eyes and stepped back a little. The glow of Steven’s gem began to recede until it faded completely. They sighed and Steven slumped to the floor with a groan.

“I was really close that time” He sulked.

“Can one of you just explain how to summon a weapon?”

“Pay attention to these petals, Steven.” Pearl gestured to the petals falling from the tree behind her. A petal landed on Onyx’s muzzle and he stared at it cross-eyed before he snapped it into his mouth. He chewed and winced at the taste, spitting it out quickly.

“Oh! I’ll go first!” Pearl said in a sing-song voice, raising up her hand.

“The petal’s dance seems improvised, but it is being calculated in real time based on the physical properties of this planet.”

“With hard work and dedication, you can master the magical properties of your gem and perform your own dance!” Pearl explained eagerly. She put her hands up to her gem, quickly and elegantly summoning her spear. A petal landed in her open palm as she opened her eyes.

Steven, Onyx, and Amethyst are standing outside the Big Donut, Amethyst and Onyx eating chocolate donuts. Steven threw his handful of petals into the air, attempting to summon his weapon.

“Like so” Steven looked down at the ground and scooped a few petals into his arms.

“Did Pearl tell you guys the petal thing?” Amethyst asked, swallowing a piece of her donut.

“Mhm! I need to practice really hard so I can dance like a tree! I think…”

“Yeah, I was gonna tell him that he won’t be able to do it the way Pearl does, but I like seeing him try so hard.” Onyx whispered.

“Listen Steven.” Amethyst called out to him, taking another bite of her donut.

“All that ‘practice’ stuff is no fun. Whenever I need to summon my weapon, it just happens.” She brought a hand over to her gem and summoned her whip, smashing into a dumpster and splitting it in half.

“See? Didn’t try at all.” She shrugged and Steven scratched at his scalp. Lars came running from the backdoor of the shop.

“So, I’m supposed to work really hard and not try at all at the same time?” Steven asked, looking up at Garnet.

“Again?!” He yelled, dropping the bag of trash he was carrying.

“Yes” Garnet responded curtly.

“Or” She started as she saw Steven’s confused expression.

“You can link your mind with the energy of all existing matter channeling the collective power of the universe through your gem, which results in.” She moves her arms and body beautifully, ending the dance by summoning her gauntlets.

“Okay Onyx, how do you do it?’ Steven looked up at him from the couch in the temple.

“At least that’s my way of doin it.”

“Well, it’s a little bit of everyone’s and also, not. My dance appears improvised, it flows uncharted, but I’m choosing each step quickly and carefully like Pearl."

"It also looks like I don’t exactly try, like Amethyst. During an attack we didn’t plan for, my dance is quick and swift."

"And sometimes, I can harness the power in my mind, and channel my emotions straight through my gem to summon my weapon. Summoning a weapon is different for everybody. Pearl tries hard, Amethyst doesn’t try at all, I have no idea what Garnet does, and I try to get a feel of my emotions, but I'm still figuring it out. So, you can’t listen to me, Pearl, Amethyst, or Garnet about this because it’s unique.” Onyx explained before standing up quickly. He throws one arm out, then the other and slams his hands together, creating sparks that fly out and dwindle down against the floor. He brings his hands down to his naval before throwing them up and opening them, revealing a large black ax to Steven.

“I think my best bet is to recreate what happened the last time my gem glowed.”

“That’s so cool!” Steven exclaimed, reaching out to grab it. Onyx set the ax carefully in Steven’s hands and chuckled as he struggled to wield the heavy weapon.

“So… Garnet and Amethyst were here..” Amethyst jumped up onto the counter and Garnet crept up to her side.

“Pearl was next to the fridge, and Onyx was right over by the dishes” Steven rested his chin on a palm and looked around.

“Amethyst, I think your arms were crossed.” He pointed a finger at her, causing her to startle slightly but still cross her arms.

“Okay, your Majesty.” She teased.

“And Pearl, your foot was like this…” He adjusted her foot slightly.

“I don’t think it works this way, Steven.” Pearl said softly.

“And, Onyx! Your tail went like this!” He grabbed his tail softly, making it bend at the tip. Onyx snickered at the feeling.

“And Garnet… Uhm… Uhhh… Yeah.” Onyx laughed as Garnet just let Steven mold her face. Steven then opened the freezer and retrieved his half eaten Cookie Cat.

“Then I took a bite of this Cookie Cat!”

“Oh! You sang the song first!” Onyx reminded him.

“Oh yeah! Uh, he’s a frozen treat, all new taste, interstellar war, and now available at Gergins!”

“Aw… It was funnier last time…” Steven sulked.

“Maybe I’m not a real Crystal Gem…”

“Oh don’t be silly, Steven” Pearl tried to reassure him, sitting down with her legs under her.

“Of course you are! I think so at least.” Onyx knelt down next to him.

“And you’re fun to have around! Even if your gem is useless.” Amethyst teased, earning a growl from Onyx and a glare from Pearl.

“I-I mean, you’re one of us, Steven! We’re not the Crystal Gems without you!” She corrected. Garnet nodded quietly and placed her hands on her hips.

“Yeah.. Even if I don’t have powers, I’ve still got… Cookie Cat!” Steven yelled. Onyx burst out laughing, his tail, now engulfed in flames, lashing around.

“Mm! So good!” Steven’s gem began to glow, donning everything in pink.

“Oh my gosh..” Onyx exclaimed as a shield with the pattern of a rose with vines swirling around it was projected from his gem.

“It’s a shield! It’s gorgeous!!” He moved closer to observe the shield closer. Steven opened his mouth and gasped.

“What?! I get a shield?! Ohhhhhh yeah!” He jumped up and threw his limbs out happily. The shield shot out and bounced off the walls of the house. Onyx eagerly ran after it, leaping from wall to wall and beam to beam. He jumped once more and caught the shield in his mouth before slamming snout first into a wall and falling from the loft. Pearl groaned and shook her head, scowling as Amethyst started cackling.

“Oh! Cookie Cat! I summon my weapon by eating ice-cream!”

“No, Steven. You cannot summon your shield by eating ice-cream. It probably releases- oh nevermind, you wouldn’t understand.” Onyx tried to explain.

“What’s in these things?” Pearl muttered, picking up the wrapper from the floor. The sound of rumbling picks up and the Gems look towards one of the windows. Centipeetles of all sizes are climbing up the outside of the temple. A giant shadow crawls up the window, screaming, growling, and roaring. The shield that Onyx was holding then dissipated.

“What was that?!” Steven yelled as the gems sprinted outside.

“It’s the mother.” Garnet said quickly. She jumped up the temple, getting ready to attack as Steven looked up smiling.

“Stay in the house, Steven.” Pearl ordered.

“No way! I’m coming too!” He ran inside and grabbed multiple ice-creams from the freezer, some extension cords, and the Cookie Cat freezer. Onyx jumped onto the head of the monster, digging his claws into it to hold himself steady enough to summon his ax.

Garnet jumped in front of the beast, kicking it in the face and leading it off the cliff. Onyx yelped and latched on with his hands, hooking those claws into it as well. Amethyst and Pearl quickly followed after them, landing in front of the monster along with Onyx who leapt off.

It hissed and reeled back, spitting out acid and tearing up the earth that the gems jumped away from. Acid dripped from its mouth like drool as it whipped around to watch the gems hide behind a hand that fell from the temple. It spat out more acid, beginning to disolve the stone.

“We could really use Steven’s shield right about now!” Amethyst suggested, hiding underneath Onyx as acid began to spill out from the chinks.

“Hey!” Steven yelled, throwing a large rock at the monster’s head. He set the freezer down and rested his hand on it .

“Leave them alone!”

“Steven! No!” Yelled the gems. Onyx quickly jumped over Amethyst and ran over to Steven, skidding to a halt behind him.

“Cookie Cat crystal-combo powers, activate!” Steven yelled. Onyx looked down at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. Steven nodded back and took a bite of his ice-cream, looking up at the monster. He lifted his shirt up as he chewed, revealing his gem. He then looked down when nothing happened, confused as to why his shield was not summoning.

“Uh oh.” He dropped his shirt and picked up the freezer, gasping as Onyx lifted him up onto his shoulders and ran, just as the Centipeetle’s jaws snapped shut close behind them. Onyx skidded to a halt at Steven’s command, him on the ground along with the freezer.

“We need to save Steven!!” Pearl yelled, her expression quickly falling as the monster bit at the statue.

“Can we save ourselves first?” Amethyst asked snarkily, looking up.

“Goodbye, my friends..” Steven mumbled, eating more ice-cream.

“Steven, you’re gonna get sick..” Onyx said worriedly, patting his back.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Steven groaned, looking at the Centipeetle with a mouthful of chocolate. It roared and spat, the spray barely avoided by Onyx tackling Steven out of the way.

“Steven! Onyx!” Garnet called out to them before the monster snapped at her. She grunted as she caught the pinschers in her hands, holding them open. Onyx groaned and rolled onto his back, revealing Steven covered in dirt and sand, but unharmed. Steven gasped as he saw the freezer, broken and melted from the powerful acid.

“No! On, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Steven picked himself up and raced over to the freezer. He kneeled down and poked at it, earning a small shock.

“Onyx. Lift me.” He said with his eyes squeezed shut. Onyx picked him up and set him on his shoulders.

“Cookie Cat. He’s a pet for your tummy.” He sang as Onyx took a running start.

“Cookie Cat! He’s super-duper yummy!” Onyx sped up, kicking up loads of sand.

“Cookie Cat! He left his family behind!” Steven reeled his hands back, ready to throw the freezer.

“Cookie Ca-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t!!” He swung the freezer as hard as it could, causing the monster to shriek, being electrocuted harshly.

“Now available… Nowhere..” He sulked as Onyx set him down, looking up at the scene as he dropped to his knees.

“Yes!” Amethyst yelled in amazement.

“Gems, weapons” Garnet commanded.

“Let’s do it.” Pearl and Amethyst nodded before racing off to finish the monster. The gem fell and landed in front of Onyx who bubbled it and sent it off. Steven pushed a small pile of dirt over a make-shift grave for an empty Cookie Cat wrapper.

“Farewell, sweet Cookie Cats.. I’ll always remember the time we spent together.” Steven said, beginning to tear up. He placed a leaf atop the grave and his stomach growled.

“Shh. Hush now.” He held his stomach tightly.

“Are you crying?” Amethyst asked, bending down beside him.

“Only a little!!”

“Guess that means your powers don’t come from ice-cream.” Onyx teased, ruffling Steven’s hair.

“Of course they don’t come from ice-cream.” Pearl narrowed her eyes at him.

“No need for worrying, Steven. I bet you’ll figure it out soon.”

“Yes. In your own Steveny way.” Garnet smiled down at him.

“I’m okay, guys! I just- I think I ate too many Cookie Cats..” The gems laughed and Onyx took him over to the sea to throw up.

#oc #fanfic #fanfiction #original character #steven universe #writing #steven universe oc #garnet #garnet steven universe #Pearl #pearl steven universe #Amethyst #amethyst steven universe #Gem Glow #Steven Universe show

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khelinski · 2 years

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Dreaming

An \m/ story.

“Are you okay?" Mike asks me. I didn't know how to answer that. I'm feeling great and shitty. On the surface, I am very happy. But down below where the true Andrew Carter resides, I am miserable. Instead of responding, I raise my hand in the air and give him the \m/ salute. He nods and walks toward the beach with the rest of the Outsider's Vengeance (accompanying with Sara Williams).

Sara Williams! Wow! I couldn't bear the idea of playing drums in the same neck of the woods Sara lives, and not include her. She was in the band playing bass when we were just Outsiders all those years ago. She has been a precious friend ever since. I love her band, Riding the Tide. So before going into this gig, I just had to call her and ask if she could meet up with us when we arrived. It was nothing short of awesome!

I walk back to my hotel room. I will admit, I am drunk. I had a lot of drinks at the Hard Rock Park. What can I say; the park offered it for free. I hadn’t been much of a drinker until this past year. I concealed my drinking pretty good, up until today. The band had never seen me drunk. I can tell they were concerned tonight, but it never affected my playing. It never had. I could down a gallon of Captain Morgan - still be able to play drums effectively. I've done it before, without the band knowing. It is better that they didn't know.

The band also doesn't know about my addiction. I've been good at concealing that too.

I get inside my room and lay on my bed for a couple of minutes, staring at the white-painted ceiling. Can't tell you how many hotel/motel rooms I've stayed at while touring. And after a while, it all looks the same. The same damn white ceiling staring down at me - mocking me - telling me I am shit. Fuck that ceiling. I flick my middle finger at the ceiling.

I get up from the bed and walk toward my gear. I kneel on the ground where my backpack is and unzip the small pouch attached to the bag. I get out my MP3 player with headphones and a bottle of Mucinex DM pills. I then get up and walk toward the fridge, getting out a fifth of Captain Morgan I had placed in the freezer. I head toward the bathroom. I close the bathroom door. I step a few feet toward the shower, turning on the water to hot. I pull the shower curtain all the way closed. I then sit on the toilet seat, breathing in the hot, steaming air. I put the bottle of pills and rum on the floor for a second. I then turn on my MP3 player, placing the headphones on my head. I skim through my vast collection of songs, and select two: Black Sabbath's "Solitude" off the Master of Reality album, and a song I had written lyrics to almost a lifetime ago when the Outsider's Vengeance was just Outsiders - "Dreaming," off our Long Play album. Both songs reflect how I feel.

I then grab the bottle of Captain Morgan, twisting the top off, taking a big gulp full. Drinking it straight used to bother the shit out of me. Now, it doesn't. I guess I've become immune to it.

I grab the bottle of pills on the floor, popping the top off. I take a handful (15) and start swallowing them with the rum. I find taking these pills with liquor drowns out the sour chalky medicine taste of the pills. It also increases the intensity of the buzz I am about to have. So does the hot steaming water from the shower.

That's my addiction: cough pills. I can take anywhere from 5 to 80 in one sitting. No one knows about it. All the time I would go to a pharmacy while touring the country - I would pick up a few bottles of pills. Some were off-brand. I had a weird collection of all the bottles I kept back in high school, which I had in a dresser drawer. I once counted a hundred bottles - filling two drawers worth. Now, I only keep a few empty bottles in my gear. Sometimes when I can't get high (the band would have a gig a few nights in a row), I would open an empty bottle when no one is around, and take a whiff of the smell. It's not a pleasant odor, but it gives me a sweet little taste of a fix.

I've kept it a secret long before Mike Cook introduced himself to me and asked if I was interested in forming a band with him. It started little after my mom died. And today happens to be the anniversary of her death.

I take another handful of pills (30 this time) and swallow them - one by one. I can feel the buzz starting to take effect. It makes me think of my mom and my sister. They both died too young. Maybe it's the hot steam from the hot water or the song I am listening to, "Dreaming;" I can see myself floating away from this bathroom, from this hotel room with the shitty white ceiling mocking me – and drift to a time and place where my sister and mom were/are/is alive. Past, present, and future come colliding inside my imagination. That's why I like taking these pills - it enhances my world to greater possibilities, where I can see my mom and sister.

My sister had been raped and killed years ago when my family lived in Chicago. My mom never recovered from my sister’s tragedy and escaped in alcohol. Her liver couldn't deal with the intake of drinking, so she died. The pills give me a way to see/hear/feel them.

I hear a knocking from outside the bathroom door. Is my mom here? Is that my sister? I start to talk, but words can't exit my mouth. Sometimes, the pills can affect my vocal cords. I can think, but I can't speak. It's a good thing I am by myself. But I keep wondering if my mom is here with me right now. I can hear her voice in my head. She has a concerned tone in her voice. She keeps telling me to get up, get up, get up.

I try to get up, but I have no feeling in my legs, and I stumble real hard on the ground.

THUMP!

The pills sometimes affect the muscles in my body. But not my brain - I can still think, I think. And I think hard to get up. I use the toilet to pull my weight up. I balance myself, and slowly but surely, get up. I grab hold of the wall to keep my balance and reach over to the shower to turn off the water. I successfully turn it off, but as a result, I fall down again.

THUMP!

I can feel blood on my forehead. I look to see if there is blood on the floor. No. Good. Okay. I then take my right hand and touch my forehead. I can feel some blood, but it doesn't appear to be gushing. I think the next step is to look at myself in the mirror.

I attempt to get up, again. I balance myself again as I rise up, using the toilet, again. Once I stand, I baby step myself to the mirror. If another person saw me, they'd probably think I walk like Frankenstein's Monster. In my mind, though, I feel normal.

I grab hold of the bathroom counter in case I stumble again, and take my hand, brushing the steam off the mirror. My eyes are enlarged. I've seen myself high plenty of times in the mirror, and know this is normal. I look over my bruised head. Doesn't appear to be too injured. Just a little bit of a cut with some oozing blood coming out of it. Okay. I am still alive. Great. Now what?

I then turn around and look beyond the closed door. I slowly walk back over to the toilet, grabbing the bottle of Captain Morgan and pill bottle. I turn around and open the door. Everything is moving so fast while I am moving so slow. I look over the distance I have to travel to the bed. “FUCK,” I think to myself.

I walk to the bed, only meeting the floor three times

(THUMP!, THUMP!, THUMP!)

during my journey. The engine that could keep firing up, making sure I reach the bed. Once I get to it, I fall straight onto the bed, bouncing off it and onto the floor.

THUMP! and OUCH!

I had plenty of ouchies while being high and this is the most painful. I try to get up and fail. I am stuck on the ground. I can't seem to have proper footing or balance. I am still holding the pill bottle and liquor in one hand. I am still holding my MP3 player in my other hand. The two songs looped (currently, Sabbath's "Solitude" could be heard) are still playing. I can't tell you how many times I am trying to get up. If a person saw me right now, I'd probably look like I am doing failed-attempts at pushups. To me, this is just a normal routine of my buzz.

After a while, I just lie there. The high usually wears off after a few hours. I wait. And wait. And. Wait. Finally, after staring up at the shitty plain mocking asshole white-painted ceiling - I get up, using the bed to hoist me. Success! I then reverse myself and plot my ass down. Success! "Dreaming" can be heard. Hearing the song gets me thinking of my mom again. I want to see her. She was here; briefly, I think. I need to see her, tell her I miss her.

I get the remaining pills out of the bottle (15) and swallow them down with remaining rum. I throw the empty liquor bottle in the trash next to the bed. I then place the empty pill bottle on the dresser. I am sure I'll clean it up in the morning.

I almost forget who I am. I am Andrew Carter, drummer of the Outsider's Vengeance. I almost forget I am in a band. I almost forget that I wrote "Dreaming," by a band name Outsiders. Oh wait, I think I am in Outsiders. No, wait. I am in Outsider's Vengeance. The name got changed for legal reasons. Yeah. These pills sometimes scramble my brain. I don't know who I am - or what I am - or why I am - or...

I don't bother getting up. Instead, I reverse my body and lie flat on my stomach on the bed. Sabbath's "Solitude" could be heard. The lyrics speak to me. The first thing Ozzy sings in the song - "My Name, It Means..."...nothing. I feel nothing. Not trying to sound Kurt Cobain-y. But I feel nothing...nothing without my mom. She felt nothing after my sister got killed. I felt nothing when my mom died. Nothing. Even being a drummer in a kick-ass rock band, I feel nothing.

The pills start taking effect, again. I begin to feel the buzz, again. I try to get up, but I am glued to this comfy bed. Besides, I don't think I can look at the taunting ceiling again. I bet if I take my headphones off, the ceiling will laugh at my existence. Because I am nothing. Nothing. The bed starts to rotate. That's weird. That's new.

I look over to my right, and I see my mom and sister - at an Outsider's Vengeance show. "OUTSIDER'S VENGEANCE," they scream at the top of their lungs. Mike is flipping his guitar in the air to "Smoke on the Water." Always give me chills when he does that trick. I am beating the shit out of my drugs. I meant my drums.

I look over to my left, and I see my mom's and sister's casket. Next to it is mine. “What the fuck,” I say to myself. Myself. Nothing. I. Feel. Nothing.

The bed continues to spin. I could hear a new song by Outsider's Vengeance - a song without me. The song is called "...and the beat goes on." The bed spins and spins...and finally, it stops. "Dreaming" can be heard, but I feel nothi...

K.H.; October 6, 2015.

#dreaming #self written #\m/#addiction #short story #black clouds & silver linings

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How does the French dub differ from how the eng dub tones down the affection between ladynoir?

lol I actually had a few examples of this in my notes already bc I was switching between Eng and French while rewatching the earlier seasons to compare the script

In Stormy Weather/Climatika, after Chat Noir was sent flying and Ladybug helped him up and said “I thought cats always landed on their feet.” (the iconic hand kiss scene):

In English he says "Thanks, Miladybug, but I had it covered." [Kisses her hand]

In French he says "It was on purpose, my Lady, for the pleasure of meeting you again." [Kisses her hand]

Bro the second one is so much cuter like there’s no comparison

(Another minor thing from this ep is when Climatika says there’s going to be an endless Winter, in English Chat Noir says “but I look so good in a swimsuit” while in French he says “but I look super hot in a swimsuit” Lmao the english dub just really likes to censor our boy)

In Dark Cupid/Dislocoeur, when Chat Noir throws the akumatized pin to Ladybug:

In English he says “Happy Valentine’s Day”

In French he says “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful”

(He actually calls her the term of endearment “ma belle” which literally means “my beautiful.” I know it’s not as common to say “my beautiful” in English so it could also be taken as just “beautiful” or “gorgeous” etc.)

The way he says “Joyeuse Saint-Valentin, ma belle” is literally so much cuter than the English dub version of the line

This isn't necessarily related to flirting/affection, but in Copycat/L'Imposteur, when Chat Noir is leaving the art studio at the very end:

In English he says "Better help the fellow out. His crush just got crushed!" [walks away from Ladybug] "...That makes two of us."

In French it goes "You better help him. You just broke his heart after all!" [Walks away from Ladybug] "...Not just his, by the way."

dude I really couldn't take the English version that seriously but the French version sounded so much sadder & carried more weight

In Puppeteer/La Marionnettiste, after Chat Noir says “Don’t let her turn me in to a puppet!”:

In English he says “You know I like to be in command~”

In French he says “Only your wishes are my commands~″

smh this simp erasure

In Guitar Villain, when Ladybug is riding the dragon:

In English Chat Noir says "Nice job."

In French he says smth that doesn’t translate directly but was basically like "You're awesome..."

The delivery of the French version of the line just has him sounding so much softer & unabashedly in awe of his Lady

In Prime Queen/Audimatrix when Chat Noir says “I know how we can prove our feelings” and tries to go in for the kiss:

In English Ladybug says “Not a chance, kitty.” and when he tries again in the freezer she says “Still not a chance, Cat Noir.”

In French Ladybug says “Now is not the time, my kitty.” and when he tries again in the freezer she says “it’s still not the right time, my kitty.”

Smh why would you even change this?? Like it completely changes the meaning and just feeds in to the false idea that Chat Noir is “pushy”/harassing Ladybug against her wishes when her ACTUAL annoyance with him was that he’d flirt at the “wrong time” i.e. literally in the middle of a battle. Also it’s just soooo much sweeter whenever she calls him “mon Chaton” compared to just “kitty” in English

In Frighteningale/Rossignoble, when they’re speaking in rhymes and Ladybug asks Chat Noir for a “dance”:

In English Chat Noir calls Ladybug “Miladybug”

In French for the same line Chat Noir calls Ladybug “Lady of my heart”

Bro????? “Lady de mon coeur” is so fucking sweet there’s literally no contest here

tl;dr: imo the French dub is more romantic, not bc of the stereotype of the language itself being romantic but because their lines are actually blatantly more affectionate/emotional, imo the French version makes Chat Noir sound more unabashedly affectionate whereas the English dub slightly tries to keep him sounding like a Cool Guy(TM)/tones down their flirting/also generally makes the script a lot more "childish" to really push that whole “this show is for 7 yr olds” vibe (lmao @ "darken their heart" vs "evilize them" and "I free you from evil!" vs. "tIMe tO dE-EviLIzE")

#ladynoir #it may be just bc i fixate on the ladynoir moments but #it seems like its mainly Chat Noir who gets censored at every turn lmaooooooo #his simp game is simp-ly too strong #french dub ladynoir just be like [married on main]#answers #mine #french dub #1k

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inkmonster21 · 2 years

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Best Buds

Fezco x Reader

Euphoria Universe x Reader

1. Your Local Drug Dealer

I sit up in bed with a long stretch. That was the best I have ever slept in so long! I stand up, wrapping my robe around myself and going right to the shower. As soon as I start the water my phone chimes indicating I got a snap.

Fez sent a snap...

I open the message. Fez is sitting on the counter of the store taking a selfie, "Good mornin. Come by anytime, ma." I raise my camera up taking the best photo after a couple of attempts. "I plan on it."

The breeze entered through the holes in my jeans, making ht summer heat bearable. and with every step, my nerves rose. Soon, the store came into view, Fez sitting in the shade against the wall. I walk over, planting myself in front of him.

He looks up with a small smile, "Look who it is." I wiggle my fingers in a wave. "Hey. I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't realize it was the middle of the night when I added you." Fez shakes his head, taking a stand to his feet. "it's no worries. I was up." He walks closer to the door, holding it open. "Come on, ma. Let me show you what I got." "Um, okay." I step inside with him, feeling the close vicinity. My nerves thick as I follow him. The pure scent surrounding him is making me lofty.

He leads me past the drinks and opens one of the doors walking into the freezer. I follow him seeing an entire back corner carved out just for him to do business. A young boy sat on a stool counting bills.

"Ashtray, this is (Y/n). Dylan's older sister. (Y/n), this is Ash." The kid nods his head before going back to counting. "Hey." I wave awkwardly before putting my hands behind my back. The kid nods before continuing his business.

Fez pulls out a gallon ziplock bag and opens it. "This is Alien OG. Got a pound. Gorilla Glue got an ounce on that. Blueberry Skittles only a quarter." I stare at the bags with confusion. "I... uh..." Fezco smiles letting out a light chuckle. "So, you saying you just started. Like last night?" I nod embarrassed. "I know nothing about this stuff."

Fez nods with a smile. "Cute. I got you, ma." He pulls out three separate bags, placing a few nugs of each plant in the bags. Thankfully my cheeks burnt down before he turned to me with the weed all packaged. "6gs on house. Come on back. I'll smoke you up." Fez grabs my wrist lightly, leading us away from the freezer and back into the light.

Fezco leans up against the wall, putting a blunt between his lips and sparking the end. I watch as his chest fills, rises, causing his shirt to tighten on his body. He exhales blowing the smoke into the sky. Fez holds out the blunt for me. "This is that Alien OG. I put 2 grams of that in the bag." I nod as I inhale the greens. "So, you been a real hard-ass on drugs, huh?" I shrug fighting a smile. Fez scoffs, "Fucking bummer." I take the blunt again smiling at him. "I didn't know, okay? Now I do. It's fucking awesome."

Fez keeps staring at me as I exhale the smoke. "What is it?" Fez smiles looking away. "Nothing, nothing. Just weird seeing a girl like you smoke." I pass the blunt his way, our fingers touching as he grabs it. "Get used to it, Fezco. I have a feeling you'll be seeing me a lot more." Fez bites his lips a sheer second before taking a hit of the blunt. "I hope so, (Y/n)."

After several minutes of conversation, jokes, and a joint, my mom starts calling. "Fuck." "Wasup?" "My mom's calling. She likes to have tea on Sundays." Fez lets out a laugh, "Tea? Like holding up pinkies and shit?" I push my pinkie up pretending to be British, "That's quite right sir." "Oh shit. look at you. You're good at that. I would've believed you." I silence her call rather than having to answer in front of him. I shuffle my feet swinging my hands behind my back. "I guess I should get going." Fez scans the area before asking, "Aye, you need a ride?" I start to reject but he decides for me. "You are way too fucked to be walking. Get in." Fez opens the door for me allowing me to fall into the front seat.

The drive home didn't take long. I was a straight shot from the store. Only a 15-minute walk. "It's the one on the left." Fez pulls up to the gate looking at the house in amazement. "No shit. You live here?" I nod looking at the large home. "Yeah. My mom's dream house." "Damn, girl." I look at him rolling my eyes, "Don't do that." "Do what? Look at you? You're pretty." Fez traces his thumb over my chin. "I... I should-" He nods, looking deep into my eyes. The feeling getting me drunk. "Yeah, I know." I exit the car waving him off before punching in my code and entering the gate.

About three weeks after I started smoking I found a new way of living. My entire life my mom always pushed the core values she believed in. Religion and image. The two most important things. If you're religious, well then you can't do any wrong, and when you can't do any wrong, you must present a perfectly clean image. You're pure, pretty, and proud. My mom was so fucking crazy that she was convinced I was supposed to marry Nate Jacobs and have two darling boys. It makes me puke.

I lock my door, open the window, kick my feet up, and spark a blunt. The light buzz of my phone and the ringtone catch my attention. I smile seeing the name plastered on the screen. "Hey, Fez." "Sup ma. How are you doing?" "Good. Smoking. Might watch a movie." "How was your day?" I giggle into the phone as I ash the blunt in the tray. "Sudden interest in my boring summer days?" Fez mumbles into the phone, "I like hearing you talk bout it." "How bored I am?" "Nah, baby, your day." I blush at his words.

"It was a good day. The cheer camp started today. It wasn't completely horrible. I was able to be land my back tuck today." "That's crazy for real. You do those flips and shit?" "Yeah. I'm one of the tumblers on the team." "That's tight. So... listen... You wanna like... come over tomorrow. The store is closed tomorrow. Figured I'd take a day off." I freeze in my chair. "Like... come to your house?" "Yeah." I smile letting the reality sink in. "Or if you-" "No, I want to come. What time should I be there?" "Anytime you want, baby." "Okay. I'll talk to you later Fez." "Catch you soon, ma."

Fez hangs up the phone with Ash by his side. His fists balled up in front of his face. Fez lays down his phone next to his leg on the couch. "So?" Ash asks with dying nerves. He had been persuading Fezco to call (y/n) all night! Fez looks to his brother, a smile growing on his face. "We're chillin tomorrow." Ash hops off the couch howling at his brother. "See? Fuckin told you, man! She's into you!" Fez shakes his head, "I don know bout all dat, She's preppy." Ash rolls his eyes. "If she was a real prep she'd only be buying from you. Not making phone calls at 2 am. Y'all keep me up, man."

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Love is Selfless, it's Kind (Part 19) (Loki x Female reader)

Summary : After realising what he has done, loki needs you back, but will you forgive him so easily?

Warning: angst, mutual pining, loki being loki and reader being reader,

Note : personally this was one of my most favourite chapter to write after the third one. The feels I felt 😭

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"Explain then go on"

You look at his adorable little eyes as he stares at you and it either makes you want to crush him in a hug, or jump from a cliff. There is no in between, you can't move on, he's the love of your life, how do you get over that. He got up from the floor and stood right next to your door "Should I close the door?" He asks politely, always so fucking polite "Do whatever you want" you turned around and went to the kitchen, your mind again on autopilot mode as you started to brew the tea for him. "I like your new residence, very pleasant" he says to you as he follows you to the kitchen. You feel like how you used to feel when you two were just friends but instead of just pining after him this time you're pissed and pining after him. He stood next to you and again he's so damn close, why is he torturing you like that. He knows what he's doing, he have to "Still take your tea how you used to ? Or your royal princess brew it differently? Oh wait she must not have stepped a foot inside the kitchen ever has she?" Your voice is so squeaky, he didn't want to smile but you look adorable like this, he knows you're hurting and he would spend his whole life trying to makeup for the pain he have caused you, beg his whole life for your forgiveness if he have to but you're just so you, his princess.

"I wouldn't know, never met her in my life or seen her" he looks at you n then looks down "or got betrothed to her" he mumbles and god you want to strangle him. So he lied ? He lied. What else did he lie about? Was everything he said that night just lies? You glare at him and he stares at you right back. He's not scared of you. "Well you want me to pat your back for lying to me ?aww baby here here" you pat him on the back and he can't help but smile, you're so precious to him and always have been. He's going to have to work really hard to bring his soft sweet affectionate princess back but he won't stop. This time he wouldn't promise you with words, he would let his actions speak for him. Maybe you shouldn't have touched him when he's wearing a tight little stupid shirt that's too tight on his fit body, He looks so good stupid.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you princess" he gets cut off by you "I'm not your princess anymore, isn't it what you said that night?" He looks at you with his sad puppy eyes and you want to hug him so tight but then again you also want to remember how much he hurt you that night. "I'm sorry I lied about that too, you'd always be my princess even though I don't deserve to have a woman like you in my life" he mumbles but you don't say anything. Let him stew, serves him right. You picked a cup from the cupboard and started to strain the tea but you got distracted by his awesome good looks and poured the hot scalding tea right over your hand "oowww" you yelp and he takes your hand in his instantly. Great just what you needed, his touch "Be careful please, I know you're upset, and burning with rage and probably want to kill me right now but you have to be careful, you're supposed to punish me and not yourself princess" he kept his thumb on you and you felt it cooling and soothing the burn. "I almost forgot you're a walking talking refrigerator, can you actually make ice? Because my freezer is not working, but you know what I would not want your ice, keep your stupid ice" you blab, you're the one looking stupid right now as you try to distract your body n mind from feeling his touch and he smiles again.

"I can actually do that, and I can give you all the ice you'd ever want or need so let me know in case you change your mind" he smiles, he let go of your hand once he's satisfied with his work. He also used his healing charm to heal the redness and the burn instantly. Is he flirting with you? Great that's just what you needed to get over him "What are you doing loki? Why are you doing this? Am I just a toy you can play with whenever you want and discard whenever you don't?" You snap at him and it hurts him so bad that you feel this way. That you'd ever have such thoughts about him, he never wanted you to feel that way, never. "You're not a toy, you never were and never will be. Didn't I tell you once that the problem is never you but me in this relationship or what it once was for you, I'll always fuck us up one way or another" he speaks softly, there's that look on his face that you have hated since the first day you met him. "Well you didn't fuck our relationship this time, you fucked me and not in the way I would have wanted" you yell angrily and starts walking away but he pulls you in by grabbing your shoulders and then he cupped your cheeks. "I know I did, and I haven't slept since that night, I'll never forget how awful I made you feel or how hurt you must have been that day when you woke up and I was gone, I love you so much, more than I'll ever love again, but I am such a screw up I don't know why you even tolerate me or why you haven't thrown me out of your home already"

He placed his forehead over yours when he was done talking, and you want to comfort him so bad and you want to tell him that he's not a screw up, that he's the swetest thing that you have ever had in your life but then you can't let him off the hook so easily, you can't forget that night and how broken you felt when he threw those words at you. "What were you doing that night loki? What was your game?" You ask him and pull yourself away from him as much as it killed you to do so and he breathed a huge sigh. He was going to say something but all of a sudden you had avengers? inside your apartment? What the hell? Thor storms up to loki and grabbed him by his neck as he pushed him down on your kitchen counter. Everything happened so suddenly that your first instinct was to protect him from whatever was happening "God thor stop what are you doing?" You yell as you try to come between them two, you were sandwiched between them but your backside was completely pressed on loki and you kept your arm around him protectively and you heard him gasping. "Lady Y/n I would request you to step aside so I can smash his head with my hammer" Thor says to you and you glare at him.

"Definitely not, you will not do such thing mister" you warn him like a mom and he steps back as he looks down. You still had your arms around loki and you felt his nose touching your ears. Too close too damn close, you could feel his touch, his intoxicating scent, was he getting a semi just from this? you need to move before you'd willingly let him in your bed by the end of the day. Loki did have a hard on, how could he not, this is the closest he have felt you in such a long time and the way you protected him, hel he would go down on his knees and serve you all his life, he'll let you keep him right at your feet 24/7 while he worshipped you like the queen you are, he's done being an insecure fool. You move away from him and the disappointment he felt is indescribable. "Now tell me what happened calmly" you ask thor, your eyes met with Bucky and he seemed disappointed? Why would he be disappointed? Others were just amused, you could see Clint smirking. "We were supposed to be on a mission, we planned it all night and he ditched us, I was afraid that this oaf died or something atrocious happened" thor glares at loki again "okay thor calm down he's safe as you can see so just relax" you rub his bicep soothingly "oh my god you're hard" you meant his biceps, you were genuinely enamored by the definition. Loki felt a huge pang of jealousy surging through his veins, how did he ever think he was going to survive without your admiration and appreciation. If he feel like that for thor who treats you like his sister, how he would have felt if it was Bucky or Brock. No he won't share your affection.

"Thank you lady y/n, apologises for barging in your home like that" he says politely and you offer everyone something to drink. You see venom walking to you and you smile at him, he whispers next to you "Do I eat? Blink twice for yes" you chuckle as you hear him and pet his head "I can hear you" loki told him as he moved towards the couch where everyone else was "You were supposed to" venom remarked

You made coffee n tea for everyone, and served them. Tony, cap, wanda, nat and Bruce were not with them so you figured they must be at the tower "So lady y/n you excited about your surprise birthday party?" Thor asks you and Clint smacks him on the arms and it makes you giggle. "I had no idea about that till now" you said to them and Clint is still glaring at thor "Yeah no kidding, it was a surprise for a reason"

You can't believe your life sometimes, it must be Wanda's plan but they all got involved, you would have none of this if it wasn't for loki. Your eyes met with his and he don't look away this time, he held the contact as long as you did and even after you looked away, you couldn't take the heat and warmth you felt in you as he kept looking at you like you were the best thing in the world. Also he's giving you the bedroom eyes. "Please pretend to be surprised tomorrow or wanda will kill me" Clint says to you and you nod. Your birthday, it would be the perfect time for loki to give you that necklace he got for you, and maybe he can try n win over your affection a little too.

When everyone decides to leave your cramped up apartment, you feel relieved. You couldn't handle their back n forth glances between you and loki, and bucky's judgemental looks towards you. What's up with him btw? And why is loki still here? Not that you mind, but hey you do mind he hurt you so bad, he crushed your heart under his gorgeous feet "So I'll see you tomorrow I reckon?" He asks you and you nod "thanks for walking me home today loki" you tell him and he smiles "thanks for saving me from thor" he giggles and it makes you smile too, oh how you have missed him being so adorable for you. Where did this lo go that night? "See you sweet y/n" he puts his hand on your cheek and caress it before he leaves. When clock hit the 12 and it was officially your birthday, you got a call from someone, at first you thought it must be wan but it was loki. He's really killing you.

You don't pick up his call as much as you wanted to hear from him, and it hurt you to imagine him being all sad n mopey as you didn't pick his call but you needed to get a grip. You still don't know what he's doing. He was hurt , so hurt, he wanted to be the first person to wish you on your birthday but you didn't take his call and it was understandable that you're not willing to go easy on him this time. He wrote a message for you and sent it on your number. "Happy birthday my sweet princess, I just want you to know that you're a blessing for me, always have been and always will be❤️" he sent you the text and that thought about you all night before he drifted into sleep.

Next morning you woke up you saw his message but didn't reply, wanda came to your apartment, she found out how thor ruined the surprise so she brought a gift for you, a dress, it was a little Black dress that you would never have gotten for yourself, it had thin straps, and it ended right over your thighs you have never worn something that showed so much of skin, it was sexy but you felt awkward in it. She also got matching heels for you to go with it When she reminded you how loki was going to lose his mind you finally started to feel confident, hell yeah he should see what he lost. When you both made it to the party everyone greeted you and you felt special. You have never celebrated your birthday like this and being here with all these superheroes was a bit overwhelming but you were not uncomfortable.

Loki was hurt that you didn't pick his call or revert his message but he was going to find a way to talk to you at the party. He was wearing an all black suit even though other guys dressed very casually, he wanted to stand out. When he saw you in that little black dress, his eyes almost fell out of his socket, he have seen you all bare for him but he has never seen you in a dress so skimpy, he was instantly blown away as he saw you laughing and giggling with others. So he approached you, he needed your attention and he was going to take it. When you saw loki, you wanted to jump him right away, all black suit, he never looked bad but after not seeing him and being around him for so long, you craved him in every way you could imagine. Physically and emotionally you needed him. You both somehow ended up looking like a couple even though none of you planned it.

"Happy birthday sweet y/n" he gives you a hug and cheek to cheek kisses that you have seen fancy people doing before "thank you" you mumble and he smiles. God dammnit. Why does he have to be irresistible. Bucky came to you both while you were engrossed in a staring contest with him. "Birthday girl, do I get a dance or what?" He asks you and you take his hand, yeah you shouldn't have seen the look loki gave you. That hurt puppy look that makes you want to engulf him and drown him in affection. You dance with him and loki watches you pressed against him so tightly, his hands on your waist, your arms around his neck. He's supposed to be there, you would be dancing with him if he wasn't so stupid, barnes is really trying to make a move on you? He won't let him have that "Bucky are you okay? Everything is okay between us?" You ask him curiously and he smiles "ofcourse it is doll, why wouldn't it be?" He asks you and you shrugg as you give him a smile "no I just.. nevermind" you dance with him for a while and you could feel Loki's eyes on your back, watching your every move.

After the party dies down a little wanda decides that you all should play never have I ever, you were fairly drunk at this point so you figured why not, everytime loki tried to have a little bit of your attention someone would pull you away from him. On the top of it all of them held a grudge over him for breaking your heart, they mocked him several times and he was starting to feel agitated and hurt by their remarks. He saw how you didn't laugh at his expense and that made him feel a little better, you didn't like how he was being treated, it took you so long to make him loved n accepted and you would never want him to go back to feeling that way again, your sweet baby lo, he looks at you as you do and gave you a soft smile, smile that makes your heart flutter, what he is doing? You're so confused "Okay next one never have I ever broke someone's heart for a very silly reason" wanda giggles and everyone looks at loki "Only person who should drink here is that guy" Tony points at loki and his eyes tears up at that. He have had enough, maybe he will talk to you when you're not surrounded by these oafs. "I'm going to take my leave, I hope you're enjoying your birthday my sweet" he says to you before he leaves. And they all laugh once he does "Guys stop it this is not funny okay?" You say angrily and they look at you "what? You're going to take his side after what he did?" Bucky asks you and you stood up to follow loki "Yes Bucky, I'm going to take his side, I'll always be on his side no matter what happens" you say before leaving and he sighs "true love makes you crazy" Bruce said to Bucky and he's so mad. How could you still be Loki's after what he did, how can you walk around acting like you belong to him?

You didn't want to be ungrateful, you didn't want to snap like that but they were being awfully mean to him, and he don't deserve any of it from them atleast. When you reach his room you knock and he opens it instantly as if he was waiting. When he saw you he wanted to kiss you right then but he composed himself, he don't deserve it yet "Shouldn't be here sweetheart, you should enjoy the gathering, they worked really hard on it" Always so fucking polite and sweet "I just wanted to make sure you were okay" you walk inside his room and he closes the door. When you turned around he bumped into you "I deserve their taunts, after what I did I deserve it" he whispers he was too close, too too close to you "you may deserve it loki, but you don't deserve it from them, they have no right to insult you like that, nobody have any right to insult you like that in front of me, I wouldn't allow it" you wrap your arms around his neck, the heels you wore managed the height difference.

He shivered as he heard what you said, and when he felt you hugging him so tightly, he was in Valhalla. His sweet princess protecting him from being hurt even after what he did, he's so unworthy of you but he knows no man could treat you the way you deserve to be treated, not even him but he can be better for you so why not him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer if it was possible. He's getting his fill of you finally and he wants to savor it before you decide to ignore him again. You stayed like that for a minute and then as he feared you pulled away.

"Can I give you my gift y/n?" He asks you and you swear to god if by gift he meant his dick you're going to strangle him and then fuck him probably "What gift?" You ask him as you step back and he looks at you smiling. He waved his fingers and there was this jewelry box in his hand. So no dick, ofcourse he's the god of decency as well "I got this for you for our ..one year anniversary" he stuttered as he spoke, his eyes tearing up at the memory, that day seemed so perfect, he left you with a note, got your gift and he was so happy about the day, he wanted to make you the happiest but broke your heart instead, everything turned upside down in matter of seconds. "I can't accept it lo.. loki" you tell him politely and start to walk away, you can't be with him right now you'd forgive him so easily. "I know you can't, and I'm not asking you to accept it right now but I just need you to know that I love you so much princess and I know I have hurt you beyond repair, but I want to try n beg for forgiveness if you would allow me please" he sobs a little as he speaks and you want to run to him and hold him but you can't.

"You can't just come and go as you wish loki, I'm not some toy you can keep n throw as per your requirement" you snap at him and he looks at you "you're not princess and I never intended to treat you like one, my biggest regret in life would be that I made you feel so used that night, so alone, so unloved when all I felt for you was otherwise, I never wanted that princess but I fucked it up and I don't deserve you I never did but" he fell down on his knees in front of you as he kept the box on the floor, he's crying, you're crying it's a huge mess, he held your hands in his before he spoke again "When you died that night, right here in my arms as I held you so close, when I felt your breathing getting shallower every moment, when I watched your blood soaking me more n more and did nothing, when I felt your pulse weakening and realised that I was going to lose you forever, that I'll never get to see you smile again or hold you again or make love to you again, that I'll never hear my princess laughing again, or feel her loving touch, you don't know how I felt, I'm not trying to justify my mean and cruel actions after that, but you don't know what it was like for me to watch my princess drift slowly until I couldn't feel her anymore, I couldn't feel you around me and I never wanted to feel that pain again princess, I can't, I won't survive it" he sniffed as he tried to say it all today, he can't have you self doubting your worth anymore.

You don't know what he felt and how horrible it must be for him, when he turned up once with a huge gash bleeding all over and you felt the fear of him dying, you were scared beyond belief, having him lose you forever like that must have killed him from inside but he still didn't have to leave you like that after that, why would he leave you instead of loving you. "And then you came back and trust me the relief I felt in that moment is something I would probably never feel again, but did I bring you back princess? No I held your lifeless body and accepted your death while Eddie brought you back, i felt useless, I felt so incompetent, I was the reason you died and I couldn't do anything, I just watched you go" he hides his face in your palm, he has been holding all of this inside him and he has been so silly, he should have come to you like always instead of hiding.

"You were never the reason I died loki I never ever wanted you to feel that way, you saved me from Thanos, you came to take me, you came back to the place you see in your nightmares just to save my life, you tricked him into fighting a war just so I would be safe, you left me with barnes because you thought I'll be safe there, away from everything, you did your best lo, you did what you could have, you didn't fail me lo, it's not your fault that I'm a mortal and my life is fragile, Eddie alone couldn't have saved my life, venom did and I'm so thankful for that but that doesn't mean you failed me" you cupped his cheeks as you felt him slipping, if he would have talked to you about all these feelings he had that day itself you would have made him see beyond the insecurities. But he chose to run again, he chose to run from his feelings and he chose to push you again.

"I realise that now princess, I do, I chose to be selfish that day but that's not what love is, love is selfless and I picked my pain over yours and I will always regret that, I'll always regret leaving you that day, and I'll always regret feeding you all those lies that night, just take this please" he hands you the box and you take it "Tomorrow if you decide to wear this, I'll take it as a sign that you're willing to forgive me someday, that you would be willing to be mine again someday, that someday I'll finally manage to win you over again, that someday I'll be worthy of you again, If not then tomorrow you can return me this and I would never bother you with my presence again sweet y/n, I promise you that and this time I won't break any of my promises"

He wipes his tears and you nod in agreement, you don't want to torture him like this but the memory of that night is still fresh in your head. He needs to understand that he can't just leave you like that whenever he wants, or whenever he feels his insecurities taking over, he's supposed to run to you and not away from you, you won't be able to survive that pain one more time if he does and you won't forgive him just yet but maybe you'll someday. You can't lose him again completely, you need him, he's your lo ,the love of your life, your sweet baby who have never not loved you up until that awful day and as much as you want to be the strong willed woman, you're not that strong when it comes to him. He makes you so weak but he also makes you the happiest you could ever be.

"Okay but don't expect anything from me" you lie to him and he smiles between his tears "I won't princess, thank you for listening to me sweetheart, I'm so grateful for you, always have been" you left his room soon after that, you couldn't be around him anymore, it made you want to forgive him asap, you can't see him in such pain, when you went inside your room you opened the box and the necklace made you gasp audibly. It was one of the prettiest thing you have ever seen, lo is still the prettiest though. Loki couldn't sleep all night, he just wanted to have you but he couldn't have you, he thought about what your decision would be. He would just have to accept whatever you choose to do, he'll respect your wishes like you did his. But he wasn't ready to lose you again, he needed your love back and he needed your affection back, he had a little glimpse of it today and it made him feel so warm and happy inside again. Made him feel whole again.

Next morning when he woke up, not that he slept much, he showered quickly and got ready, he was excited but scared at the same time. What if you return the gift? What if you chose to never see him again? He won't be able to take this, he'll have to leave this planet. Thousands of scenarios jumped through his head as he made his way to the dining area, what he didn't expect was to see you in a green summer dress with that necklace he got for you, looking so beautiful and looking right at him as he approached you.

You walk up to him and his eyes are fixed at the necklace you're adorning so lovingly. You smile at him before you spoke.

"So how really are you going to win me over again? Lo, i hope you have a plan"

Before he could say anything, He watched you turning around and leave with a smile on your face as wanda called your name. How the hell he even managed to do so the first time? He never should have had the pleasure of being with a goddess like you but if he's not worthy yet he'll do whatever he can to make himself worthy of you, but he won't let go this time. Never, He would fight for you till his last breath.

A goddess like you deserves the god, so he'll become one.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki x reader smut #bucky barnes #thor #avengers

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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Going back home {Chapter 2}

Summary: Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Claire Beck

wordcount: 2k

Warnings: pregnancy hormones, pining

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“You know your childhood home is for sale?” Claire sat on the patio next to Pope who had decided to catch up with her.

“Seriously?” she asked and he nodded.

“Yeah. It looks bad though.”

“Like every house in this area that’s currently on sale,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah there are not many people moving down here, though there seem to be getting more in the last few years.”

“I mean it’s beautiful here,” she let her eyes wander over the landscape. She had always loved it here. Whole summers were spent on the Morales ranch when she was younger. Could have to do with the fact that Pa’ Morales made the best BBQ ever.

“Yeah it is. Better for your girl to grow up here, than in the big city huh?” he asked. She looked at Pope. He had gotten older. The lines around his eyes deeper than before. He always loved to laugh.

“Yeah. Though I didn’t picture it like that. I…” she sighed, feeling silly for the tears in her eyes. Fucking hormones.

“Hey. It’s okay. You gonna be fine,” his hand came down on her knee, squeezing it in comfort.

“Yeah you all keep saying that but it’s not you who has to push a baby out of your vagina without the father being there. It’s not you who has the responsibility to take care of a helpless kid for the rest of your life. I just… why? Why does he get to decide to walk out of this? It’s my pill that apparently didn’t work but it was him fucking me without a condom. He should take the responsibility just as much as I have to. Fuck…” she let her head fall back.

“Fuck him,” she looked up, hearing Frankie’s voice.

“Fuck him. He’s an excuse of a man. You don’t walk away from the woman you love. From the woman who’s carrying your child. Fuck… I was going through rehab while Liz was pregnant and I didn’t walk out…” he kneeled down next to her. She sucked her bottom lip in.

“I just feel so… so…” she shook her head.

“I know. But you’re not alone. You got me,” he looked at her. He was planning on taking her out for lunch when he walked in.

“But it’s not your job to take care of me Frankie. You got your own family.”

“You are family,” Pope said, now standing behind Frankie. “And if you want us to kill him, just say the word,” he teased and she had to laugh at that before she looked at Frankie again.

“I told you. You don’t want a hormonal woman living with you,” she joked and Frankie chuckled.

“I can take living with a hormonal woman,” he reached up to brush away her tears.

“Now what do you say? Lunch?” he asked and she sighed before she nodded.

“I gotta head out. But i’ll bring the house offers I found over tonight, okay?” Pope asked and she nodded. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek before he left.

“I mean it. You’re family. Don’t ever think you’re a burden or alone. We’re here for you. I am here for you, okay?” Frankie said. Claire breathed in deep and nodded.

“Gotta get used to people caring. I was pretty lonely the last few years I guess.”

“Yeah. Better get used to it quickly,” he winked before he helped her out of the seat.

“Gotta get dressed I guess,” she shrugged.

“And I gotta shower. I can smell myself.”

“Yeah. You stink,” she grinned before she walked past him, leaving Frankie head shaking on the patio.

“Lunch is on you,” he called after her and she gave him the finger, making him laugh before he followed her inside to take a shower.

“So what made you open up a gardening business of all things, Morales?” she asked, sitting in the old diner they used to spend so much time in when they were younger. It might be lunch time but she couldn’t wait to have her ordered pancakes.

Frankie shrugged.

“I like being outside, keeps my mind off things.”

“You any good?” Claire teased and Frankie huffed.

“Let’s just say if you need any gardening I won’t be able to help you before the end of the year,” he winked.

“Impressive. I’m happy for you. Even though I still wanna hear the story as to what exactly happened in the last two years…” she said quietly, hearing Frankie sigh.

“Only when you tell me your story.”

She sighed and smiled sadly.

“We have a lot to talk about huh?” she asked.

“Yeah. But in time. Now we gotta eat and then we got to head to the store. Still need some stuff for the BBQ.”

“Fuck how many people are coming to this BBQ? I only have like 5 friends left here and I already met 4 of them,” Clarie groaned, leaning over the shopping cart as Frankie loaded another six pack of beer in.

“Pope kinda invited everyone over he knows so you can get to know everyone.”

“Because I like hanging out with people so much?” she asked, letting her head hang, earning a chuckle from Frankie.

“You and me both. But they’re all okay. Promise,” he squeezed her shoulder in comfort and she smiled a little, bumping her shoulder against his as he came to stand next to her.

“So what else do we need?”

“I got everything. Anything you need?”

“Ice cream?” Claire asked after thinking about it. Frankie only nodded as he grabbed the cart from her and pushed it towards the freezers with the ice cream. Like he had done it a million times before he walked towards the freezer, picking up Claire’s favorite Mint & Chocolate Chip ice cream and threw it in the cart.

“Still your favorite?” he asked as he saw the surprise in her face. She only nodded, a small smile playing at her lips.

“But pick up the mango ice dream too. Been craving that lately,” she grinned and Frankie nodded only before he reached for the biggest container.

The car ride to Frankie’s was quiet, both of them hanging on to their thoughts. It was strange how they seemed to fall back into their old dynamic as if no time had passed. It made Claire aware of just how much time she had spent with him when she was younger.

“This house is for sale,” Frankie said quietly as he stopped in front of the house just down his road.

“Charming…” Claire made a face and Frankie laughed. With lots of imagination she could see herself living here. But not within the next 4 months. This would be harder than she thought it would be.

“Maybe I should have stayed in New York…” she groaned to herself, her head falling back against the seat. She felt a hand on her thigh, her head tilting towards Frankie, unable to see his eyes behind his dark aviators.

“It’s been one day since you got here. We gonna find a house for you,” he squeezed her thigh and she sighed before she looked out of the window again. Frankie felt a weird feeling wash over him, his eyes dropping to the swell of her belly, before he released his hand from her to bring it back to the steering wheel, driving the car the short distance to his farm. A part of him wondered if the choices he made earlier in his life could have prevented some of the stuff he had gone through. Maybe he should have at least tried to go to college. Maybe he would have had a job that wouldn’t have required him leaving for months at the time. Maybe he would have had the guts to tell Claire that he wanted to be more than friends before he left for basic training. But he had found out that she had slept with Santiago, shattering all kinds of hope he might have had, that there was something more between them. To this day he wasn’t sure if maybe there had been more all these years back. He had always been too scared to tell Claire, scared that this would ruin their friendship. A friendship he had missed in the last years. He had wasted years on sleeping with women he never called after until it was a woman, Liz, calling him to tell him that she was pregnant. And he tried to make it work, he really did. A part of him loved Liz, because she was the mother of his child. But that was nothing compared to how he felt when he looked at Claire.

“Is it okay if I take a nap? I’m dead on my feet,” Claire asked as he stopped the car. He blinked at her, so lost in his thoughts. She yawned and he found himself smiling at her.

“Of course. As long as you make your guacamole later?”

She laughed, shaking her head with an eye roll.

“Wake me in two hours?”

“You got it,” he got out of the car, opening the door for her, helping her out. He had noticed her struggling to get out of his truck before.

“Thank you Frankie,” she kissed his cheek before she turned around to walk towards the door. He looked after her until she disappeared inside the house, shaking his head to himself.

“Get it together, Morales,” he whispered to himself before he unloaded the car and got inside himself.

Claire was in the middle of explaining to Frankie how to open an Avocado without killing himself worked, when the door flew open and the Miller brother’s barged inside.

“You got problems with your pipes?” Ben grinned at Claire and she snorted.

“In your Dreams, Miller,” she seasoned the avocados. Frankie shook his head.

“Come on, I show you my pipes,” Frankie teased, making Ben gag while Claire laughed loudly.

“You okay Claire?” Will asked, sitting down at the kitchen island in front of her, after he put the steaks in the fridge. Claire sighed.

“Didn’t think it would be this hard, but Frankie’s a big help,” she smiled a little, tasting the guacamole she was making. She reached for more salt.

“Yeah, he’s awesome. But be gentle with him. The whole custody thing is still pretty fresh,” Will said quietly.

“He hasn’t talked to me about it.”

“He will, I’m sure he will. Just… I mean you probably know him better than I do…”

“I’m gonna take care of him. Promise,” she whispered with a soft smile and Will seemed relieved as he nodded at her.

“Miss Beck. Your pipe problem has been solved,” Ben announced coming back soaked through his shirt back into the kitchen. Claire tilted his head, nodding approvingly at the muscles she could see through his white shirt before she looked up into his eyes with a teasing grin.

“I’ll make sure to preach about your plumbing services, Mr. Miller,” she winked and could swear she saw him blush for a second.

“Enough with the puns, we got a BBQ to prepare. Claire your shower is working,” Frankie emerged from the hallway, pulling a fresh shirt over his head and now it was Claire’s turn to blush before she became very invested in the guacamole in front of her while trying not to think about Frankie’s sunkissed skin on his chest, the little tummy or the dark trail of hair she most certainly didn’t want to lick.

She didn’t see Will’s knowing look before he got up from the seat to follow his brother outside.

Claire was so focused on the guacamole she only saw Frankie’s hand in the last second, slapping it away as he tried to steal a taste of the guacamole.

“Mean,” he pouted.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she grinned before she picked up the bowl to put it into the fridge, bending down to open the freezer for her mango ice cream. Frankie bit his lip as his eyes wandered down her body, averting his eyes before she turned around.

Fuck he wished that good things would be coming to those who waited.

Chapter 3

#my writing #going back home #frankie morales #pedro pascal #frankie morales x ofc #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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Always Good Enough

[2012!Mikey x reader]

bit of a sad bean here but nothing serious :). Based off of an anon ask I got, though I changed it slightly in ways I felt didn't quite fit the message of the original request.

"Pay attention, Mikey!" Leo's stern voice had called.

"Mikey, what're you doing over there?!" had grunted Raph impatiently.

"Whoa! Mikey! You're in the way!" Donnie had shouted.

Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!

The things his brother's had said replayed in his mind, keeping him restless when he was meant to be sleeping. He couldn't sleep; he wasn't tired enough. He had too much energy, was distracted by the temptation to listen to music, distracted by the comic discarded on the floor, which he'd reached for but ultimately slapped his hand away. Distracted by the thought of ice cream kitty sitting in the freezer. Why couldn't he focus, ever? And why the constant berating from his own brothers?

When Mikey had gotten upset by being dismissed by his brothers—or worse, mocked and chastised for his unruly attention span—something Raph had commented had easily crawled under Mikey's skin: "Meh. Let him go and pout, we don't need him."

Of course, as the typical Raph fashion, he always said they didn't need whoever he was presently irritated at. Donnie, Leo, Casey...it didn't matter. But for sensitive Mikey, the comment stung and followed him, along with everything else he remembered being told about his performance throughout the years. One thing in particular that his own Master Splinter had said stuck out to him, though he only thought about it when he was already feeling blue.

After being put on a team with Donnie to go against their two older brothers in training, the younger pair had lost. It wasn't uncommon, but seemed as though Leo and Raph (and Donnie, but less so) were improving more consistently than Mikey.

"If you would only apply yourself, my son, you could surpass even Leonardo," Splinter had told him, walking alongside Mikey as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "You have a great deal of potential, Michelangelo."

A born athlete, agile and relatively strong for his stature. Creative, too. Mikey had heard many times of this supposed untapped potential he held, but he had a hard time believing it. He'd liked where he was at in his journey in ninjutsu. He enjoyed a natural progression, not the manicured approach their leader took that Splinter implied Mikey could take. It just wasn't him. But his pacing didn't seem to be good enough for them.

"Better than Leo…" mumbled Mikey as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. And smarter than Donnie? The thought briefly crossed his mind, which he was quick to laugh off, even though he really didn't feel like having a chuckle. "What use is this body if I can't get my mind to...to…"

He let out a sound of frustration, planting his palms on his forehead. "Not strong like Raph. Not crazy smart like Donnie. Not whatever Leo is," he listed off, becoming more sour, "I'm just a big useless thing!"

Sighing heavily, he groaned and rolled over onto his side to face the wall. Then there was a light knock at his door. He pulled the blanket over him and didn't bother to face whoever was there. It was probably Splinter coming to check in upon hearing Mikey's outburst, judging by the polite knock. The door creaked open slowly.

"Mikey, you okay?" your voice asked quietly from the doorway.

He glanced over his shoulder at you before sitting up, having expected his father instead. You noticed he looked weirdly down; definitely not the usual Mikey.

Looking at nothing particular on his bed, he responded curtly, "Oh. Hey, [y/n]. Yeah, I'm okay."

Most of all, Mikey was a terrible liar. His shoulders were slumped, he wouldn't look at you, and he didn't speak with any kind of vivacity. You waited for a moment before stepping in, gently shutting the door. He only looked at you when you sat down on the edge of his bed.

"What's really the matter, Mikey?" you questioned.

"Nothing," he replied almost defensively, bringing his knees to his chest.

It took another minute of going back and forth with him to get him to finally open up about what was weighing so heavily on his mind. In truth, he wanted to talk—he just felt so bothersome. His emotions weren't always met with tenderness by his brothers, but they weren't exactly the pinnacles of emotional intelligence, either. There had been a lot of late night talks with Splinter and no one else throughout the years.

"I just feel like a slug," Mikey answered eventually, dejected, and he tucked his chin in his arms.

Quizzical, you tilted your head. "You're not slow, what makes you say that?"

His brow ridge furrowed, "I don't mean like that," he responded, "I mean like, slow as in I'm...behind all of them." His voice gradually went quieter and he ended with a despondent shrug. "Like I'm not as good as my brothers. When we were little, and Master Splinter was giving us our weapons for the first time, he couldn't even come up with any reasons for giving me 'chucks besides 'they suit you.'"

"Mikey—" you started, but he continued.

"I don't know if I'm even good enough to fight with them," he said, and barely, you could see his chin quiver. "I'm always messing something up, or I get in their way, or—"

It hurt to hear Mikey talking about himself the way he did, so it was your time to interject, saying "I think you're great at what you do, Mikey." He'd put his hand down on the bed and you placed yours atop it. "You have your own way of doing things. It might not be how the other three do it, but it's you, and I think it's awesome."

He slowly lifted his eyes to fall on yours, unfurling from himself. "And you'll always be good enough. Your brothers do care about you. They're just trying to figure everything out, too."

"They're just trying to figure everything out, too."

Maybe you were right.

A half-smile crept onto his face, the tears that had welled dissipating. "Thank you so much, [y/n]," he cooed. He scooted back to the wall and patted the spot next to him, and with you there, he felt free to let his mind wander. His hand also snuck its way to yours, wrapping his hand around it coming to rest it between the two of you. He didn't mention it nor act like anything was different, feeling that it was natural, and you were fine with that. He scooted closer in as you talked, even tually coming to let himself lean against you. Mikey fell asleep on your shoulder that night.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2012 mikey #fluff #tmnt fluff

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farawaystardust · 2 years

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March 25, 2021

“Keys.”

JT rolls his eyes, trying not to move his face too much. “Tys, it’s–”

“Keys,” Tyson stubbornly repeats, holding his hand out in JT’s peripheral vision, expectant. Waiting. JT heaves a sigh, choosing the path of least resistance, and digs his car keys out of his bag to hand them over. They trade off who is driving and whose car and Tyson has apparently taken JT”s puck to the face as a sign that he should take over the drive home.

It’s quiet in the car. Normally, JT doesn’t mind a little peace, but he knows that Tyson is stewing and he hates it. He puts his hand on Tyson’s warm thigh, the muscle under his suit pants tense.

“Hey,” he murmurs, not wanting to distract Tyson from the road but wanting to do something. “I’m okay. We won. S’okay.”

Tyson’s brows furrow and his lips pinch, his face a dynamic display of emotion. He doesn’t respond but JT thinks that his leg relaxes just a fraction, so he leaves his hand where it is–gently moving, not too much, just grounding.

He pulls into the garage and turns off the ignition. His fingers graze JT’s as they grab their bags. JT watches the line of his shoulders as he pushes open the door and flicks on the lights.

“Go sit,” Tyson says to him, his voice firm but his eyes downcast.

“I’m fine,” he says, dropping his stuff in the mud room and kicking off his shoes. “It’s–”

“If you say it’s not a big deal again, I’m going to smother you,” Tyson calls from the kitchen. JT rolls his eyes and hears the sound of the freezer door opening and closing as he walks down the hallway to find him.

“Babe–” he tries but he’s no match for Tyson when he gets like this. He is shoved (carefully) into the living room and handed a pack of peas wrapped in a couple of paper towels. Tyson stalks down the hallway and JT watches him go, not at all above appreciating how good Tyson’s ass looks in those pants.

When he disappears into their bedroom, JT looks down at the frozen peas and carries them over to the coffee table, setting it down and pulling out his phone. His group chat with his sisters has about twenty five new messages in it, ranging from “the blood on your jersey looks awesome” to “mom’s going to flip has she called tyson yet”

“Would you sit down?” Tyson tuts at him, irritation settling in over his eyebrows, pushing sweats into his hands. “Put these on.”

“You want me to strip or you want me to sit?” JT jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Tyson just rolls his eyes, not even a tiny laugh, and frowns at the peas sitting on the table.

Once JT gets his head through the neck of the hoodie, the peas are being thrust back into his hand and he is being pushed down onto the couch. He makes a noise when he lands and winces as he readjusts, watching Tyson scoop up his game day suit and toss it on the chair nearby. Tyson’s changed into a t-shirt and joggers and is holding what looks like a washcloth in his hand and he’s still goddamn frowning.

“Tys, will you look at me?”

Tyson does, his dark eyes huge in the dim light coming just from the hall and the kitchen, the quiet of the night around them.

Then, Tyson climbs onto the couch, too, right on top of him. He’s so quiet and he looks so unhappy and JT hates this look on his face just as much as he loves having Tyson in his lap, loves wrapping his arms around him, although he’s still holding this stupid bag of peas so he can only use one for now.

Tyson leans in close, pressing the wet washcloth to JT’s lip unnecessarily. The trainers patched him up, he played the rest of the game, he’s fine. But Tyson doesn’t seem to agree. Next, he plucks the bag of peas from JT’s limp hand. The cold sensation on his face makes him hiss but Tyson’s cupping his head gently and his eyes look so determined.

“Tys?” JT can obviously still move his tongue behind his teeth but the nickname comes out a lot more sibilant than normal. “Whassit?”

“I know you didn’t take any time to ice this earlier,” Tyson murmurs, “I don’t want you to be hurting tomorrow. Did they give you any ibuprofen?”

JT makes a noise approximately like a “yes” and lets his eyes trail over Tyson’s face. Now that his left arm and hand are free, he traces his fingers over the skin of Tyson’s forearm, his bicep, up and over his right shoulder. Wraps his hand around the back of Tyson’s neck. He’s got two dark curls cascading over his forehead, the pale pink helmet mark on his forehead is fading, his bottom lip is so raw JT momentarily worries about kissing him. Not like he has room to talk, though.

“Kiss ‘e Tys,” he asks, clutching his hand harder in the back of Tyson’s t-shirt. He always wants to be kissing Tyson. Earlier, when he’d watched him get in a scuffle with McNabb, JT had had to fight not to get hard in his jock like a fucking teenager, and the urge to kiss him stupid in the locker room was stronger than normal.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” Tyson mutters, readjusting his hold on JT’s head to scratch his nails through the short hairs behind his ears. JT makes a noise and slides his right hand up the back of Tyson’s shirt, feeling the hot skin of his lower back. The curve of his spine is alluring as hell, the delicate arch of it belying the strength of his torso, the solid muscle he knows is there under tanned skin. He pulls Tyson closer to him, their hips pressed together where they’re both halfway hard, his stomach expanding into Tyson’s with every inhale. Annoyingly, Tyson’s elbows pressing against his shoulders so he still has room to fuss over his lip.

JT pulls his head away, pressing back into the couch, left hand gripping Tyson’s thigh, pressing his hips up into Tyson’s body. It makes Tyson inhale sharply and JT knows he’s about to get what he wants.

“Don’t want me to take care of you, eh,” Tyson says, finally dropping the stupid bag. “I promised your mom that I would, but turns out you’re just horny.”

“S’other ways to take care of me,” JT teases him. “And don’t mention my mom right now.”

Tyson just hums, carding his hands through JT’s too-long hair. It’s weird how one hand is hot and one hand is cold, but JT’s too busy trying to get a goddamn kiss to complain.

He whines, which is the opposite of how this normally goes, though he does like the way it makes Tyson smile wider by just a smidge. JT sticks both of his hands up the back of Tyson’s shirt and relishes the way his fingernails make him shiver.

Tyson finally, finally, leans in and kisses JT’s hairy cheeks then up over the bridge of his nose. His breath fans hotly over JT’s ear and JT tenses when Tyson moves down to bite at his neck.

“You’re the goal-scorer,” Tyson says to him between kisses, his chest vibrating against JT’s. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” JT responds quickly, unwilling to be sarcastic when all he honestly wants is to have Tyson, just like this, forever.

Humming a pleased note, Tyson cups his chin and kisses him for the first time with all the careful concern JT was dreading. He loves Tyson’s passion, the way he loves what he loves with his whole heart and doesn’t hold back. Scratching his nails along Tyson’s spine, he tries to get his tongue involved, but Tyson just leans back. He’s smiling and JT pouts.

“C’mon,” he needles, pressing his fingers into Tyson’s ribs and rolling their hips together. Tyson’s face goes blissful and sweet and JT watches him bite his own lip with anticipation.

“Normally I’m the needy one, you’re really giving me a run for my money here.” Tyson rubs his fingers over JT nipples through his t-shirt, making him groan. Then, he moves back and skillfully drops to his knees in front of the couch. JT sucks in a breath, his head spinning with anticipation.

“Tys,” he says, not even processing what he wants the rest of that sentence to be. Words fail him when it’s like this. It’s always perfect, breathless and so very good with Tyson. He’d never realized it could feel so good, make him feel so at ease before.

He can’t even keep his sappy thoughts straight when Tyson gets a grip on his dick and laves his tongue up the underside. All the tenderness from earlier has evaporated. Tyson’s a man on a mission and his execution has adapted. He’s reading the play.

JT laughs at himself for even thinking that, throwing his head back against the couch, moaning around the end of the breath trapped in his throat. His back protests the way he’s tensed his whole body, stretching in the pursuit of one thing only: giving Tyson every inch of him that he wants. And Tyson wants it all.

He releases his iron grip on the couch cushion to touch him, push back the wild curls, run over the curve of his ear, thumb his eyebrow, graze against the back of his neck. He’s not looking to move Tyson’s head tonight, though, he’s more than satisfied with whatever he’s given. He’s never had any complaints.

The build goes fast tonight, the way it circles like an electric current down his spine and into his pelvis. From one second to the next, he’s choking around a warning that he won’t last, he’s going to, and then he is. He pants through it, cursing and praising on alternate exhales, willing his fingers not to pull on Tyson harshly.

Tyson climbs back into his lap with a smug look on his face that JT can’t call anything but handsome. He tucks him back into his pants with too much tenderness and cups his sweaty face. His thumb brushes over JT’s lip and he delivers a kiss there that is just the right amount of tender. JT shuts his eyes. Tyson kisses his chin and his eye and his eyebrow, just on the outside by the temple. He presses in close, his hardness evident against JT’s stomach, and JT wraps his arms around Tyson’s back.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispers. JT makes a weird little grunting noise he’s pretty sure Tyson can tell is assent. But he’s not ready to stand up quite yet.

“Comfy here.” He drags his mouth over Tyson’s collarbone. Tyson tsks but he doesn’t make any attempt to get up either, so.

Eventually though, Tyson’s knees and JT’s back start to fight back and they painstakingly make their way back to their bedroom. JT goes to flop on the bed but Tyson grabs him by the arm.

“You need to ice that some more before you sleep. And we want you to take two more painkillers.”

“We?”

Tyson just waves his phone, clearly he’s in the middle of texting JT’s mom about this. He absolutely cannot tell Jesse that she was right. He sits up against the pillows and glares through all of Tyson’s caretaking until his boyfriend finally crawls into bed, breath smelling like their toothpaste and down to just his boxer briefs and one of JT’s ancient oversized faded t-shirts. He’s pretty sure it was his, anyway.

They bicker over what to do about the melted bag of peas. (You left it sitting on the coffee table that whole time! Why can’t I just put it on the nightstand? At least put it in the sink. We aren’t animals.) They bicker over JT dry swallowing the ibuprofen. (Maybe you are an animal.) They bicker over who is getting up to turn off the light. (I can't, I'm injured. Oh, now we're playing that card.)

And then JT remembers that he never helped Tyson out after.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Tyson instructs him, mashing his face more firmly into his pillow, arms curled around it with a strain that makes JT a little more excited than he thought he could be at the moment.

So he leans in, leaving kisses along the muscle, before he sticks his fingers into all the sensitive ticklish spots he knows so well.

They fight until Tyson remembers his injury and then immediately chastises him, but JT doesn’t care. He just wanted to snuggle. Not that he’s going to say that out loud, mind you. Better to rile Tyson up and then pull him into his arms and refuse to let up, making Tyson flail around in mild anger until he concedes that he also loves to snuggle and just lets it happen.

Somewhere between Tyson snuffling against his neck in retaliation and trying to tickle him back, they’ve switched and now Tyson is holding JT to his chest, their legs weirdly tangled and Tyson’s fingers in his hair.

“You’re not allowed to do that again,” Tyson whispers against the crown of his skull, his lips leaving a kiss after.

JT doesn’t say anything, just pets over Tyson’s lower back and ass, letting his eyes fall shut again.

#jt compher #tyson jost #colorado avalanche #hockey rpf #hrpf #fic #hockey fic #1737

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Clueless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (college Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,634

Summary: You and Bucky are kind of friends and it takes a shitty night and some soul searching on your part to make a big realization...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club and the Surprise Drabble Challenge: Romcoms! This is such a fun idea and took me almost all week to figure out and decide on but I went with Clueless as my inspiration because it is definintely one of my favorites. So I used some dialouge straight out of the movie- so thank you to the writers, credit goes to them- and I kept the 90′s vibe but also updated a thing or two- hopefully it makes sense and works. Also, you can just imagine Bucky and the reader know each other in the same way Cher and Josh do in the movie- or whatever you want to think up- doesn’t really matter for this. And the reader is 18 and Bucky is maybe 19-20. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Lots of teasing and banter, sassy talk, flirting, soft touches, lingering glances and a good kiss (and some bad and awesome 90s references) LOL :)

As you walk down the sidewalk and search your bag for your phone you keep your eyes peeled on your dark surroundings, not wanting to draw attention but also not wanting to be taken by surprise. When your hand finally closes around your phone, you let out a breath and quickly dial the last person in the world you want to ask for help.

“Hello.” You pause at his slightly annoyed tone, pinching the bridge of your nose and smiling even though he can’t see it. “Hi Bucky. I was at a party and Brock offered to drive me home but then got too handsy and I told him no and he kicked me out of the car and left me out here all alone.” You can hear his breath hitch and the shuffling of sheets, “wait a second, hold on. Brock got handsy?! Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Downtown Brooklyn.” You suck your teeth and wait for him to unleash his frustration. “You owe me, you know that. Just find someplace to sit tight and be safe, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” With that he hangs up and you walk to the nearest gas station, standing outside the small mini mart next to the ice freezer. The fluorescent lights flicker every so often, creating an eerie atmosphere you can’t wait to get out of.

Bucky texts asking for your exact location and soon after you see his headlights pull into the station and he parks, rounding the car and rushing over to you. “Are you ok?” he asks, brushing his hand down the side of your face. “I’m fine, thank you for getting me. Can we go now?” He nods, looking you over once more before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

He turns up the music and you make a face, earning a snicker from him. “What? You have a problem with oldies music?” Rolling your eyes, you sass back, “no Bucky, but I don’t know why you insist on making yourself seem like more of a bonehead than you already are.” He makes the music louder, completely ignoring your comment and singing along.

When you get home, you’re hungry and tired, quickly changing into less binding clothes and sitting next to Bucky on the couch. Taking some popcorn from the bowl you pop it in your mouth before snatching the remote from Bucky’s hand and changing the channel. “Hey, I was watching that.” You finish chewing and start brushing your hair, raising a brow his way, “I didn’t want to watch it. Don’t you watch anything other than the news?”

Bucky scoffs, looking to the TV then back to you. “I most certainly do, I just like to know what’s going on in the world, unlike you I don’t spend hours watching Parks and Rec.” Brushing your hair over your face you stick out your tongue, flipping your hair over and pinning it back. He throws a piece of popcorn at you, laughing when it sticks in your hair. You retaliate by taking your scrunchie and flinging it at his head, hitting him right in the ear.

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself? He picks up the scrunchie and takes his short hair between his fingers, trying and failing miserably at putting it on. You lean over and brush your fingers through his hair not noticing how his eyes trail down your body and he takes a quiet inhale while you secure the scrunchie. “There you go,” you giggle. He pats the top of his head and shrugs, turning back to the TV.

The next day you find yourself feeling a bit down. Last night’s events catch up with you and you know the reason you had agreed to go home with Brock was out of loneliness. Brock’s advances were unwelcome, and he is the last person you want to date but as you think about at your friends, their happy relationships flourishing, you realize you want a boyfriend of your own. You couldn’t figure it out, what were you doing wrong? Were you just totally clueless?

Even after arriving home and trying to relax your mind was still occupied with thoughts from earlier and you barely heard Bucky when he walked outside to the pool. “Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You looked up, pulling your sunglass down your nose, “what the hell is on your face?” Bucky rubs his jaw and shuffles his feet. “I’m growing a goatee.” You stand and pinch his chin between your fingers, “Oh that’s good. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffee house without chin pubes.”

Walking away you feel him following you, rolling your eyes and letting the door shut in his face. “You know, you could try saying something nice for a change.” You whirl around, suddenly feeling shaky, “oh, so now I’m this awful person who isn’t nice! Can’t you take a joke?” He brushes past you and storms to the fridge, yelling, “you’re such a brat” before slamming it shut and walking out.

You’re left standing in the kitchen with an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Deciding a walk might do you some good you head outside and start down the street, no particular destination in mind. Even after you end up on 5th avenue and do some shopping you can’t shake the bad feeling. “Why should I care what Bucky thinks?” You say it out loud to no one while standing on a busy street corner, working over your thoughts.

“He listens to oldies music and he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is like, Bucky.” You’re so lost in your internal struggle that you don’t even realize you’ve walked into the street, a strong arm pulling you back at just the last moment, saving you from being run over by a cab. “Hey, watch where ya going girlie.” You suck in a breath and back up, stuttering “thank you,” as the man walks away shaking his head.

Once your breathing finally evens out the light goes on, “oh my god. I love Bucky. I majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Bucky.” For the first time all day your head feels clear and you make your way back home. Seeing that you’re alone for the moment you head upstairs and change, hoping to have some peace for the rest of the evening so you can work through this newfound revelation.

Unfortunately, when you go to the kitchen for a snack Bucky appears to be in the same spot you left him earlier. “Hey,” you say quietly, shuffling around and opening all the cabinets. Now you don’t know how to act around him. Normally you would strut around him in your cutest outfits and send yourself flowers and chocolate, but you can’t do that stuff with Bucky. “What’s with you? You seem quiet.” Bucky’s question lays hanging in the thick air between you, your eyes wide as you search for an acceptable response.

He walks by, poking your as side as he passes and goes to sit on the couch. You bravely sit next to him, wringing your hands together and trying to think of what to say. He nudges your foot with his and you break into a smile, nudging his back until it becomes a game of footsie. He pulls the hair tie from the bottom of one of your braids, wrapping it around his thumb, “you look like pippy long stockings.”

You turn to him and flick the brim of his hat, “and you look like Forest Gump.” His lips turn up slightly and he takes off his hat, running his hand over his hair. Without realizing it you start to take out your braids and comb your fingers through your hair to tousle it. Bucky’s gaze settles on your movements and he licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something but your phone rings.

You look at it but don’t pick up and he raises his brows, “not gonna answer? What if you miss out on something?” Giving his shoulder a shove, you let out a squeak when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t answer it. You must really like spending time with me. What brought on the change?” With his face only inches from yours it’s hard to concentrate but you manage to find your voice, “I always like hanging out with you.”

He shifts position so his hand cradles the back of your neck, “oh yea? And why is that?” Shrugging you say, “you’re funny…sometimes. And you have rescued me more than once…andddd…” He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning your cheek, “that’s it?” Your eyes drop to his lips, “well no, but what about you?”

His thumb gently caresses your jaw, “what about me what?” Your hand lands on his chest, fingers curling into this shirt, “why do you like hanging out with me?” His head tilts ever so slightly and his lashes lower when his nose brushes yours, “I never said I like hanging out with you.” Your hand tightens around his shirt and your lips touch in a barely there kiss, his words whispered in the small space left between, “I love hanging out with you.”

Heat rises from your stomach to your chest when Bucky’s lips press firmly to yours, the soft and warm touch making your heart skip a beat. By the time you realize it your hands are already in his hair and your legs are straddling his lap. Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, the smell of him hypnotic and the taste of him nearly silencing all other thoughts.

@aesthetical-bucky @auro-ora @bugsbucky @buckys-henley @book-dragon-13 @buckys-broody-muffin @buckys-minty-breath @breezy1415 @buckstaybucky @buckosawrus @chuuulip @eurynome827 @hiddles-rose @hailmary-yramliah @hawksmagnolia @ikaris-whore @itsunclebucky @jhangelface0523 @jewels2876 @loricameback @lorilane33 @littledarlinhavefaithinme @littleredstarfish @lokilvrr @mushyjellybeans @marvelandotherfandomimagines @marvelgirl7 @nano--raptor @pinkdiamond1016 @randomfandompenguin @sallycanwait68 @softpeachbarnes @tuiccim @the-wayward-robot @this-kitten-is-smitten @yansi1923

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lovewillthaw-j · 3 years

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Elsa’s powers appreciation (part 2 of 3) - Freezing

To recap, I’d like to classify Elsa’s powers into 3 categories and 3 posts - making things out of ice/snow (part 1), freezing (and melting) and movement/kinetic energy.

Before I dive into part 2 - I received some comments on the first post about Elsa’s ice decorations on Arendelle castle, which I missed out on. I would classify them as medium sized objects that she creates out of ice =)

What is the difference between part 1 and part 2? Well, I make a distinction between her creating something that was not there, versus her freezing (ie lowering the temperature of) something that is already there. Of course this is just my opinion and some are arguable, such as the snowstorms - you could say she created it or you could say she froze the weather.

1. Small-scale freezing

In the first row, she freezes window sills both as a child and as Queen: in between, she is freezing the scepter and orb before the coronation (and also during the coronation itself).

In the second row, she freezes water under her foot and discovers she can walk on water. To the right, are 2 contrasting examples of her freezing the water fountain. In the first, she physically touched the fountain; in the second, she has “levelled up” and can freeze the fountain without physical touch.

2. Freezing the room she is in + the floor of the Enchanted forest

In the first row, she freezes the floor of the great hall (and the whole hall too); next to it is the sad scene after her parents’ funeral, which she didn’t dare to attend for fear of hurting everyone in her grief; rightmost, she is freezing the room within the ice palace and causing a mini snowstorm. (for snowstorms, she also uses her kinetic powers which I will cover in the third post)

In the second row are the two times she froze the forest floor, first to stop the Northuldra and Mattias’ soldiers; second during her fight with Bruni.

3. Further lowering the temperature of an already cold place

I want to point this out cos she does it quite a lot. Her powers are just THAT awesome! In the first row, in her anguish from hurting Anna, she lowers the temperature of the already cold great hall, causing more ice to form on the already icy floor and to spread up the walls (2nd pic) Next to it, in the ice palace, as she despairs while talking to Anna, we hear the sound of ice forming and we see more ice fractals appearing in the castle walls (which are made of ice and are already cold).

In the second row, with the castle glowing red, again more ice fractals appear and icy spikes form on the walls. On the right is a screencap from the dungeon scene showing more ice forming on the walls as Elsa’s emotions cause the temperature to drop further.

4. Freezing an entire geographical area + weather

This hardly needs description. She freezes the entire fjord and causes it to snow in summer in Arendelle.

Later on, after breaking out of the dungeon, her panic causes a massive snowstorm to form around her (again, snowstorms also involve her kinetic powers), engulfing the castle and lowering the temperature even further, such that huge spikes of ice block Olaf and Anna’s path inside the castle; also, so much snow blankets the castle that Anna is able to slide down the side of the castle safely to the ground. The storm also causes the fjord to freeze even colder; some of the ships move as a result of the warping ice and one of them topples and almost falls on Kristoff and Sven.

In the final image (post Great Thaw), Elsa has got it under control and is able to make it snow in a controlled manner and only in the castle courtyard.

Not shown is the epilogue of F2 where she has frozen the Dark Sea and gallops over it on Nokk.

5. Her hair

Haha, now for something light hearted. You can argue that this is a separate power, but I’d like to think that she froze parts of her hair in place to give her iconic hair do. Watch the progression of the screencaps - her long locks by the side of her face initially drape down, and with a sweep of her right and then left hand, they get plastered to the side of her head. Magic frozen hairspray...

6. Uniquely Olaf

Have you ever stopped to consider that the magical personal “flurry” that Elsa made for Olaf is pretty mindblowing? She literally made a mobile, perpetual freezer! ie, a localized zone of cold temperature that is cold enough to snow and keep Olaf from melting, AND follows him everywhere! To put it another way, in 1840s Arendelle, Elsa has invented a fridge! (that follows you) Wouldn’t every household want one of their own for those hot summer days?

Olaf’s permafrost is similar and a little bit frightening if you see it as Elsa “encasing” you in ice. She can permafrost all her sentient creations including Marshmallow and the snowgies now.

7. Freezing head and heart

This is one of the darkest sides of Elsa’s powers. She is able to send her freezing powers “into” a person and if it is the head - knock the person unconscious and turn some hair white; if it is the heart, the person freezes from within and their hair will turn all white like Elsa’s, prior to becoming an immobile statue of ice. Do you know what this reminds me of? I watched a nature documentary on certain parasites which infect insects and take over their mind before killing them from within. Could Elsa control your mind? I think Evil Elsa could...and would...(Hell, if Nattmara could...why not Elsa. -FoS)

I like to think that during the fight with Weaseltown’s men, she was falling to the dark side and if that had not been arrested, she could have easily unleashed her powers and frozen the hearts of all her assailants.

BTW, I did not realize before that when she hit Anna in the head, you can see a snowflake impact Anna’s head briefly. (captured in my screencap)

In the second row, I want to point out that frozen Anna’s body was SO COLD that Hans’ sword frosted up before the sword made contact and shattered. And this brings me to the next point...

8. Freeze metal and stone to ultra low temperature that they break

So I did some research and some metals can shatter once it is colder than a specific temperature called the “ductile to brittle transition temperature”. Cheap non-alloyed steel can shatter at about -30 degrees Celsius. Alloyed steel can withstand much colder temperatures. This is important when building metal structures eg ships and rigs for use in the Arctic or Antarctic. I’m no materials scientist so I’ll let people chip in on this if they wish.

The point is, our Queen CAN FREEZE TO COLDER THAN -30 DEGREES!!! And she sure has superhuman invulnerability to cold! Human skin sticks to cold surfaces.

In the rightmost screencap, Elsa has broken out of a solid stone dungeon! Maybe she blasted it open (we don’t know) but this too is freaking amazing! I did some brief research and this is called frost weathering or frost shattering. Essentially she could break through stone by rapidly freezing all the water in it since water expands on freezing. (again, I’m no expert)

It is my belief that in F2, she could have destroyed the dam singlehandedly. Earth Giants pffft. And she would have stopped the water at the source too.

Elsa is definitely impervious to her own cold - she hugs frozen Anna (who is cold enough to break metal) cheek to cheek and is unscathed.

Interestingly, in F2 Anna holds the ice sword that Elsa made without being hurt by the cold - perhaps Anna gained some cold tolerance after coming back from being frozen herself. And she hugs Olaf all the time too.

9. The Nokk + Magic Freezing Thighs

Elsa is pretty fearsome in combat - I will touch more on this in the third post. Here, she figures out pretty rapidly how to stop the Nokk by freezing him. In the epilogue of F2, one of the most beautiful FX scenes - she freezes the Nokk and he willingly obliges and becomes a beautiful ice horse that can travel on land.

Have you ever wondered how Elsa stays on the Nokk “bareback”??? (bareback referring to Nokk...although Elsa’s dark sea gown is pretty bare in the back too lol) I know @super-mam-te-moc and I have!

Look at these 3 screencaps - on the left, the Nokk is bucking and thrashing around, trying to shake Elsa off; in the middle, she is riding the Nokk at a speed faster than the tsunami of water; and on the right, the Nokk is rearing up on hind legs while Elsa makes the huge ice wall with her hands in the air. In all these situations Elsa stays firmly on the Nokk and never falls off or slides off!

Our conclusion is - she has magic freezing thighs that help her stick to the Nokk...LOL

10. Melting

Lastly, Elsa is able to melt everything she made. With the help of Anna’s great love (lovethawmode) she melted the entire fjord and Arendelle. (kinetic powers are at play here too as she makes everything float into the sky and coalesce into a giant snowflake)

In F2, she also demonstrates melting the ice floor that she froze.

What we don’t know yet is whether she can melt “natural” snow that she didn’t make herself, or whether she can reverse a natural winter and turn it into summer. Let’s wait for more out of this world powers in future shorts, movies or series!

#elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #disney frozen #disneyfeverdaily #frozensnetwork #frozensource #disney

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Yesss you're also playing! I gotta go with accidentally married and body swap. Godspeed.

I’ll admit, you stumped me for a bit with this one. Then the ship happened, this is like, two steps to the side of what you asked for, and it got wacky from there, but hey, it was fun! Hopefully you enjoy too!

For this trope mashup meme. Pairing is Cody/Quinlan, because I aim to please. ^_^

Commander Cody was almost THE worst possible choice for partner on this clusterfuck of a mission. Worst would have to be Yoda – there was no possible way he could go undercover, except maybe as a Jawa and that was just asking for at least seven different kinds of trouble. Then Aayla, not because she’d be bad at it, but because Quinlan was a protective bastard and historically their undercover missions hadn’t gone well. Obi-Wan would be third worst, because he was needed to fight the damn war, and that overcompensating jerk was responsible for at least one entire front.

Also, he’d be an insufferable asshole the entire time.

The problem with Commander Cody was that he was probably at least as responsible for another front, if not all the logistics for Obi-Wan’s bullshit while Kenobi was off fucking around the galaxy after his padawan and a half.

There were theories – rumors, really – that clones imprinted on their Jedi. Rumors that Quinlan totally believed, because there was no possible way, Force or no Force, that you could cram that much bastard into two men like Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody by chance. That much snark and assholery could only be malice aforethought.

Very good reasons that neither man had been included in the plan. And it had gone so well at first! Disguises, check. Pretend to murder Master Tholme (sneaky bastard had been giggling for days over the opportunity to go deep undercover on his own missions) and shoot Master Drallig (poor bastard needed a vacation that badly) – check! Get captured alive by the Coruscant Guard and tossed in prison – done with minimal bungling.

Making friends with Cad Bane and Moralo Eval didn’t go quite as smoothly, but Quinlan was good at his job, so when they busted out of jail Quinlan was ostensibly part of the crew.

That was when things went to shit. Between the jail and the get-away vehicle, they’d run across a patrol of clones in off-duty grays. There’d been a heartbreaking moment for them all to stare at each other in astonishment, just long enough for Quinlan to recognize the scar. Bad enough there was going to be yet another squad of dead soldiers, which he was very much not a fan of, but now the body count was going to include...someone he was very much a fan of being not-dead.

Then Commander fucking Cody had drawn a blaster and stunned the rest of his squad, planting hands on hips and scolding Quinlan about how he was at least fifteen minutes early and what kind of a breakout was this?

Vos still wasn’t sure how that ended up with Cody traipsing along, with Bane and Eval being thoroughly convinced that he was some random rogue clone who’d been having some kind of torrid affair with Quinlan. Cody almost had Vos convinced that he’d been ready to bust Quinlan out, and that had nothing to do with how Cody’s method of swaying Eval involved sticking a blaster up the bastard’s nose.

It absolutely wasn’t hot. Not at all.

He’d been dumb enough to relax a little when they took a pit stop to gear up. Some two-bit wannabe sniper had dared to get up into the Commander’s face – the clone was the one walking away with some new gear, a mock swagger, and a joke that he might as well take the idiot’s identity, if he was gonna be that lax about shit.

Still absolutely not hot.

On the upside, the new gear meant Cody got away when they landed on Serenno – at least, Quinlan thought he got away. He’d been busy at the time with the obvious downside: Dooku recognized Quinlan.

Con: Vos got captured and dragged off to a carbonite unit to sit and stew until Dooku’s...thing, whatever it was, was over.

Pro: he saw the freezer before getting tossed into it.

Who the fuck knows: there were at least two stray tookas in the area, and one of the little fuckers tried to trip Vos and all four of his guards on the way in.

Con: he still ended up on ice.

It wasn’t like he had a plan, but desperation could pass as genius if you squinted at it hard enough. And using the Force to toss a part of himself into the tooka that’d tripped him was definitely worth squinting at.

Better than studying his normal self, frozen in a block of tibanna. That was beyond creepy.

Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but Quinlan was genuinely worried, and the whole mission had gone so damn pear shaped he had no idea if anything was recoverable – including them.

Well, no better time to shit stir. Quinlan scuttled off to go looking for trouble.

The great thing about paranoid, power-mad bookish types was that they took notes. The smart ones prepared blackmail. Vos had a lot of things to say about Dooku, but dumb wasn’t one of them.

On the truly awesome side: he could sense Sithy wards in a lot of places, but tookas didn’t set them off because cats would get into whatever they damned well pleased – meaning Dooku had totally on accident handed Quinlan the metaphorical keys to the castle. If he’d still had opposable thumbs, this would have been perfect!

Well. Aside from the whole Chancellor-being-a-Sith-Lord-and-behind-the-entire-fucking-war thing.

Force, it was hard to stay positive for long nowadays.

Vos gave a quick, full body shake – wow, fluff was not a thing he expected to have happen – and got back to work. When he was done, he sauntered into the hallways with a whole collection of datacards tucked into a half-assed collar that had used to be a fancy curtain restraint. He was more concerned with keeping everything secure than it looking reasonable – after all, what cat would try putting on some kind of collar? Anyone looking at him funny would blame some kid or something.

If anyone asked, Quinlan had already prepared explanations of how he tracked down Commander Cody’s Force presence. He absolutely did not track his scent. That would be weird.

(To be fair, Quinlan did start by tracking him in the Force. It just hadn’t lasted the entire time.)

He found the commander lurking back near the area with the cryo setup, tucked behind some crates with several bodies nearby. Most were dead, though one or two were stunned, gagged, and trussed up with more binders than might be necessary.

Not hot. Really.

Quinlan considered his options, then planted his fuzzy rump almost next to Cody, craning as if to look over the crate as well. “Mrp?” It wasn’t quite the ‘whatcha doing?’ that he would’ve liked to go for, but close enough.

It earned him a classic side-eye. When it was clear Cody was going to try the ‘ignore the annoyance’ routine, Quinlan reared up to plant his paws against the crate and look over it.

Ah. They were watching the carbonite slabs that were stacked off to the side. Presumably, Vos’ own body was there. He hissed without meaning to, not happy about the reminder.

“Not now, cat,” Cody whispered right back, waving a hand to try to shoo him away. Quinlan shot him a look. Local animal flees from packing crates, investigation at eleven. Any idiot who saw that would at least consider that something had startled the animal in the first place.

Ok, fine: cat. Anything could set off a cat. His point still stood!

From the angle of his helmet, Cody was glaring back at him, then there was a small huff before the Commander went back to studying the area. Oh, Quinlan was not about to play this game.

He considered for half a second doing some typically catty gesture of disdain, but he was not about to be licking anything, even to make a point. Instead, he minced in a near circle, sitting directly in front of the Commander. He meowed, because throat clearing didn’t seem to be a thing cats could do.

That got him a quick glance, then there was a full-body pause as in the Force, Cody almost jangled with sudden suspicion. Quinlan hoped he was showing the cat-equivalent of a huge-ass smirk as Cody sloooowly looked over at him.

“General?” he asked, sounding annoyed and the kind of exhausted usually reserved for annoying toddlers.

Vos didn’t even try to stop a satisfied swish of his tail before flicking an ear and nodding.

Cody put his head in his hands. “...I’m not even gonna ask.”

Quinlan gave him another moment, then popped back to his feet and headed around the crate. After a beat, there was a long-suffering sigh behind him. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get your body back, and if you ever tell Kenobi I said that, no one will ever find your body.”

Quinlan let a little roll into his step, giving an insolent flip of the tail. Sounded like after they figured out this mess, he owed the Commander a nice dinner somewhere.

He didn’t need the incentive, but it sure helped.

~end

#star wars #My writing #meme #trope mashup #Cody/Vos #animal transformation #from a certain point of view #body swapping #Rako Hardeen #except not really #dharmaavocado

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johannstutt413 · 3 years

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(requested by calligomiles; continuing from this)

Rosa pressed the ‘Enter’ key for the final time that night with a sigh of relief. “We’re free, Kit-Kat; the Doctor can take care of things from here. Let’s go home.”

“Finally!” Swire launched herself back from her desk, her chair bouncing off the back wall as she did. “I hate doing inventories. Wanna celebrate?”

“If that celebration is lying back on the couch with a Kit-Kat and tub of ice cream while the radio’s playing, then yes.” The heiress logged off and reached for her coat-

-only for a Feline to latch onto her back before she could pull it on. “How’s that a celebration? We just finished a month’s worth of work with a week to spare - the Doctor’s giving us that week off anyway, so why not do something fun tonight? We’ve got a whoooole week to chill out, Nat.”

“And I, for one, would love to have an eighth day of the same.” She sighed. “At least can we wait to go out until tomorrow?”

“Oh, um, sure, I guess. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were that tired.” The money-cat slipped off of Rosa’s back to let her put her coat on.

The Ursus did that before giving her a peck on the cheek. “It’s fine, darling. We can order something nice for dinner, and I have a bottle of Siracusan wine in a cabinet for us to share. Will that do?”

“I’m fine with anything, I guess,” she shrugged as they walked across the threshold. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“In that case, I do want to stop at Closure’s for that ice cream...”

The walk to the shop was short - there were a number of her convenience store style grab-n’-gos sprinkled throughout the ship - but upon entering, the heiress realized it would be a tad more time-consuming than expected as a familiar face popped up from behind a shelf. “Natalya? Long time no see!”

“Good evening, Rada.” She flashed her a smile as she and Swire continued walking to the back and towards the chef. “Stopping by for a late-night snack?”

“Greyy and I are picking up a few things for dinner. Hi, Kit-Kat! Just get off of work, too?” Gummy, as one might expect from her role in the Rhodes Island food chain, already knew her.

Swire nodded. “Yeah, we’re heading back to her place, just getting Nat some ice cream before then. Vanilla, babe?”

“Oh, right, I hadn’t decided on the flavor yet...See if they have coffee for me?” The Feline stole a kiss before wandering back to the freezer, leaving Rosa with a somewhat confused Rada. “I suppose it has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“I knew you both worked in Logistics, but that was about it. Good for you! Ooh, maybe we can go on a double date sometime?” Her eyes were sparkling in that uniquely Rada way the heiress had only rarely seen in her time with the Group-

The moment was cut short by the return of Greyy with a basket of vegetables. “I think I found everythi- ah! G-good evening, miss.”

“Oh, Greyy,” the chef giggled. “This is Natalya. She used to be in the Group before, uh...Actually, why did you stop coming by?”

“I-”

The money-cat saved her with two gallons of coffee ice cream in a basket. “Found it! ‘Scuse me, Greyy. We ready to go?”

“Um, yes, let’s.” Rosa gladly took the lifeline with a small wave goodbye. “My number hasn’t changed if you want to set up that double-date?”

“Oh! Awesome! I’ll talk to you later!” With that, the couples went their separate ways - one towards the counter, the other further back into the shop for more ingredients.

Ice cream in the back of a cart, Natalya’s mind drifted to questions. Questions she still hadn’t gotten around to asking after a couple of weeks with Swire; questions which tonight would be as good as any to ask. “Kit-Kat?”

“Yeah, Nat?” The Feline had been lost in thought herself. “Wanna go back for some chocolate?”

“No...not this time, at least. How much do you know about me, beyond what I’ve told you myself?”

She turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Some stuff, I guess. I read your bio when I worked at HQ.”

“Oh, I see. That explains how you knew my name.” A constantly-whirring gear in the back of her mind was allowed to stop at last. “You know about the Group, then?”

“Of course - I mean, doesn’t everyone? Gummy, Istina, Zima, Leto, and you, the Ursus Student Self-Governance Group...At least, you used to be.” Swire felt a subtle change in the air and squeezed the Ursus’ hand.

The heiress squeezed back. “I’d say I’m a ‘former member’ these days. Son- The Gene- Zima and I had a falling out not long after arriving here, and though I suspect I’d be fine to go back from her perspective, I’ve gotten used to the distance between us. If that makes sense.”

“What’d you two fight about?” Considering her girlfriend’s usual patience (excepting after enough drinks or a bit of honey), it must’ve been serious. “Was it about Peterheim?”

“...In a sense,” she managed through gritted teeth and short breath.

By this point, they were back at Rosa’s place by the power of motorized transport. “You don’t have to keep going-”

“I need to.” The pair was still seated in the cart, the Ursus’ eyes tightly shut as her and Sonya’s voices echoed in her mind’s ear. “After I told the Doctor about my experience there, I told the others that I’d done so, and Sonya was mad at me. She said some things I don’t want to repeat, I said some things I’ll never say to another person again as long as I live, and despite Rada’s best efforts, I knew I couldn’t stay under the same roof as them any longer. So, I moved here, and I haven’t heard much from them since. Some of that might be them not realizing my mobile number hasn’t changed, admittedly.”

“...Wow. You miss them?”

Natalya let her head fall onto the dashboard. “Mhmm.”

“Oh, Nat...” The Feline slipped out of the cart to get the ice cream before wheeling around to the passenger-side door. “Let’s go inside. I don’t think cuddling out here in the cart will be good on our spines.”

“J-just a moment.” She sniffled a few times, doing her best to clean herself up before getting up.

When she did get up to head inside, the money-cat had already brought their treat (and the delivery waiting for them at the door) in and was waiting at the threshold to snuggle-trap her. “Theeere we go.”

“Th-thank you for taking care of the f-food.” The sudden embrace knocked a couple more stray tears from her eyes. “D-do you-”

“Shhhhhh. Let’s go cry it out, hmm?” Swire broke off the hug to walk her back to her room, grabbing the bag with the ice cream (and the spoons she slipped in) on their way there.

It wasn’t quite the quiet night she’d wanted...but it was what she needed.

#arknights #arknights fic #rosa (arknights)#swire (arknights)#welp we're back to agonizing and restarting several times again #at least for this one #sorry if it's a bit too down-in-the-dumps #it would NOT GEL otherwise for some reason #well at least now we can carry on right?

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sweeter than ice cream

✩ mark x reader (ft. jaehyun + johnny) | fluff | 2k

→ summary: mark’s got a crush on the new local ice cream vendor. when he finally musters up the courage to order ice cream for himself, he messes up and doesn’t grab it by the cone. → warnings: dripping with fluff, one swear word, mark’s a (loveable) dork/dumbass and talks to himself → prompt: You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve ice cream I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Mark, Jaehyun, and Johnny opt to grab ice cream after dinner, like they often did on hot days after busy schedules. All is well as the three boys laugh down the street without a care in the world, until Mark notices the new ice cream vendor attending the usual stand.

He can only see the side of your face and a glimpse of your smile that you flash at the departing customer leaving the cart.

And that’s all it takes for him to stop in his tracks.

Jaehyun and Johnny are practically at the cart when they take heed at the awestruck one left behind.

“Dude, what do you want?” Johnny calls down the street, unfazed by Mark’s bizarre behaviour.

His eyes are still fixated on you. It takes a moment for him to realize he isn’t breathing; he gasps sharply in response.

“I’ll, uh,” Mark quickly glances over at Johnny before turning back to you, but now he realizes you’re staring at him. In your head, you casually label him as the boy down the block, who is technically holding the line because the two guys at the front of the line are waiting for him.

“I’m good actually! I’ll see you guys at home!” he waves and turns around faster than he can even think, leaving the boys to get ice cream by themselves. Johnny and Jaehyun face each other with furrowed eyebrows.

“Sorry about that. Our friend is a little… weird,” Jaehyun apologizes to you and you shake your head with giggle.

“No worries,” you brush it off as if nothing happened, give them their orders, and resume your shift for the night.

But you can’t help but be a little curious about their weird, yet endearing, friend.

The next time the trio visits you, your stand is on the other end of the block and your shift is in the middle of the day.

The boys have come back earlier from their schedules than expected and are on their way back to their dorm when Mark freezes again in your presence, especially since you are right in front of him this time. He smiles unknowingly to himself, noting how you shine even more in daylight.

All the noise surrounding him disappears; his heart’s pounding is deafening in his ears.

This time, since he’s in front of them, Jaehyun and Johnny catch on fast when Mark stops walking because they crash into him. The latter of the two grunts in pain.

“Why did you stop-” the tallest of the three glances up and sees you directly ahead. The lightbulb goes off, thus Johnny spins Mark around and huddles with him and Jaehyun.

Wary of how close you are, Johnny spits in a hush, “Mark, do you have a crush on the new ice cream girl?”

“No, I do not have a crush on the new ice cream girl!” the youngest replies between gritted teeth, fearful that you can hear everything that is happening.

“Then why did you stop?!” Johnny mocks his body language, rebutting with gritted teeth.

“Because I…” Pausing for a moment, he rolls his eyes to ponder a good excuse.

“Because you think the new ice cream girl is cute?” Jaehyun interrupts with the truth.

Mark inhales for a moment, ready to refute, but then sighs heavily, defeated. He grumbles, “Okay, maybe I think she’s sorta cute...”

“Then talk to her! You get to have ice cream and get to talk to a cute girl. Your two favourite things in the world.”

“They are not my two-”

“Excuse me.”

All three of them look at each other with wide eyes prior to turning to face the sweet voice that belongs to you as you call them from a few steps away.

“Sorry to interrupt, boys, but are you guys going to order anything? There’s a small line forming behind you,” you gesture shyly with your index finger.

Guiltily, they see how everyone behind them is gawking at them. Without thought, they decide to step closer to the front of your cart, with Mark hovering behind the two taller figures.

He tries to scan the menu to decide on a flavour, but also wants to steal a glance at you. At the same time, he doesn’t want to steal a glance at you because he knows that he’s going to end up a sadder mess worse than fallen ice cream if you two make eye contact.

“Is there pistachio today by any chance?” Jaehyun asks.

“No, sorry. We only have green tea again.”

“Ah, no worries. I’ll get that.”

“I’ll have-”

“Green tea, like last time?” you finish Johnny’s sentence, remembering what he ordered last time, and he grins with an impressed nod.

Then, all parties face Mark, who simply has his eyes open like a deer in the headlights. Once again, he peers at the menu, but nothing is computing in his brain because he feels your eyes on him.

“I’ll have, uh…”

His filler drags on in awkward silence. You pucker your lips to the side of your face, mentally confirming how he truly is indeed endearing and cuter than you expected. Although you want to give him all the time in the world, you, along with his friends, sense those waiting in line boring holes into all of your heads, especially at the droning boy still staring mindlessly at the menu.

“Uh…”

Saving the day, Johnny chimes in, “Do you guys happen to have cookies and cream? That’s his favourite flavour.”

You shake your head with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, we just ran out. Is vanilla okay?”

Even though his friend is the one speaking for him, you deliberately look at Mark for an answer. It is his order after all.

Then, he doesn’t think much of it, but he glimpses into your stare and, like he fears, Mark gets lost beyond the stars and galaxies of your eyes. Completely unaware of what is happening, yet all he knows is he’s putty around you.

You’re unsure if it’s just the weather or the way the boy’s looking at you, but you feel yourself getting a little warmer with each passing second.

Despite how your question doesn’t register into his brain and he completely has no idea what you said, he still manages to nod. One chuckle from you and a dopey smile forms on Mark’s face as you begin to scoop out the orders. He’s unsure of why, but he’s a little proud of himself that he was able to make you laugh.

After you hand out the cones to them all and Jaehyun pays for the ice cream, the boys say their thank you’s (well, Mark’s thank you was an inaudible one, but you could tell he was grateful) as the people in line sigh with alleviation.

During the next order, you peer back and forth between the new customer and the three boys walking down the street. You see the taller boys ruffling the endearing boy’s hair and patting him on the back while they all seem to lick their ice creams in content.

Hopefully, when, and if, the cute boy comes around again on one of your shifts, you’d hope to have the cookies and cream flavour ready and in stock just for him.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Mark tries to check out the stand whenever he’s free to see if you’re on duty. For once, he wants to be able to order ice cream from you (and maybe finally talk to you) without the pressure from the others. Unfortunately, you weren’t working the shifts when he came by in previous weeks. Fortunately, he struck gold one Saturday night.

As always, the line is long, but because it’s the weekend, it looks like it would never end. Regardless, Mark would wait forever if it meant he could be in your presence again. Waiting in line, he runs through the script in his head over on replay.

Is there cookies and cream? No? Okay, I’ll get vanilla. Oh, there is? Cool, cool…

No, don’t say cool. Awesome? Awesome!

The line moves a little ahead and Mark treads along as he bounces on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets.

Okay, awesome is worse than cool. Cool is fine. Cool is cool. Cool is good.

I’m cool. So cool. So good. I’m good. I’m goooood. We’re good. Stop saying good.

God, I wonder what she thinks of me?

He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that he’s about to be up in front with you. The customer in front of him drifts away from the cart and he drags his feet to make his way towards you. You greet him with your signatory honey smile and he’s already a goner.

“Hi.”

A beat.

Two beaming faces.

Wasn’t the third time supposed to be easier?

“Hi,” Mark squeaks.

Another beat.

“What can I get you today?”

Just like I practiced—

“Is there vanilla?”

Shit.

“Oh, did you not want-”

“I mean, is there cookies and cream?”

Both of you talk over one another and giggle in unison. Mark rubs the back of his head. Similarly, you tug a little at your apron. The awkward ice between you two starts to melt.

You nod, reaching into the freezer and scooping him out almost the last bit of the flavour. It’s not like you’ve been deliberately keeping a bit of cookies and cream ready in case he’d come by during your shifts.

Handing him the cone, you meet each other once again with deep looks. He’s attractive, way too attractive for his own good, and he has eyes that are calm, yet have an underlying flicker of fierceness too.

Eyes still fixed on you too, entranced by your soft, gentle gaze, Mark grabs the ice cream cone.

Or so he thinks.

Nope, that isn’t the cone. That is the sticky, dripping ice cream between his fingers, which is now dripping onto the cone and your fingers.

Perhaps he should’ve brought Johnny and Jaehyun around in case things like this happened.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry!” Mark bursts in apologies, frantically looking for tissues around to aid in wiping the mess up. He instinctively backs up a bit, then drops the ice cream scoop on his hand down to the sidewalk.

“Don’t worry,” you drop the cone and manage to find a wet towel behind your counter to wipe yourself up, before you naturally lightly grasp onto his raised wrist to wipe him as well. It’s happening all too fast, but tingles rise in both of your cheeks. “Happens all the time.”

You almost finish getting in between the crooks of his fingers when he croaks, “Really?”

Shaking your head with a friendly pout, you reply, “No, not really.”

As you finish cleaning his hand, you let go of him and rescoop up another cone for him. Thankfully, you have enough for two scoops.

You raise an eyebrow distrustfully, “Promise not to drop it?”

Your question may be laced with sarcasm, but you honestly did not have enough cookies and cream for another scoop if he dropped it again. And you didn’t want to see what disappointment looked like on him.

He chuckles, causing your heart to flare everywhere in adoration, “I promise.”

With extra effort and careful attention this time, he successfully holds onto the cone and begins to fetch money from his pocket.

You interject before he fishes any money out, “Don’t worry about it; it’s on the house.”

A puzzled expression falls over him and he stutters, “What, no, it’s okay. I feel bad-”

At this point, you couldn’t care less about the line of people huffing and groaning behind him. You’ve been waiting for this guy to show up on your shift again for weeks and something had to give.

Leaning a little closer to him on the counter, you whisper, “You just gotta promise me one other thing.”

He mirrors you, leans a little closer to be almost cheek against cheek with you, as if you were about to tell him the biggest secret in the world, and tilts his head, genuinely unsure of what you’re about to say.

“What is it?”

“Next time you come here, and feel free to bring your friends for moral support, but…” he winces at the mention, but you persist, “...You gotta ask me out on a date.”

Mark breaks away for a second, enough for you to see him nodding to himself. With a lick of his lips, he pierces your gaze, that flicker of fierceness hinted previously burning intensely now, and he whispers—

“I think I can manage that.”

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