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wlntrsldler · 10 months ago

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i’m kinda feeling a jealous!luke rn…… how do we feel about luke going to cheer for fuve star in one of her matches but afterwards when he’s going to congratulate her, he finds some dude trying to flirt with her. and she’s clearly not interested but luke doesn’t miss the chance to greet her with a kiss and then look at the guy with the most annoyed, dismissive expression ever. then luke smiles. “sorry, was i interrupting?”

a/n: i know nothing about field hockey! beware!

"mr. d, i don't know how you do this," luke muttered, eyes darting between you and clarisse on the field. the score was 1-1 and it was end of 2OT. both teams were gearing up for a shootout for the national title. "i've never been this nervous in my life."

mr. d chuckled from beside him, placing a comforting hand on luke's upper back, "trust me, it doesn't get any easier."

"i think i'm gonna throw up," chris mumbled from beside luke, anxiously waiting for the referee to indicate that the shootout was starting. clarisse was third on the line-up.

"you and me both, brother," luke replied, chewing on his bottom lip. he tugged on his shirt, suddenly feeling confined in the fabric. you were so close to the championship. this was the final game and if you won, you'd be a back-to-back national champion.

luke knew how hard you worked to get here. he often got voice memos from you, ranting about how practice and training wore you out, but he knew you got up bright and early the next day to do it again. you fell asleep on facetime calls often, sometimes only lasting ten minutes before you fell asleep on the call.

"it's starting," chris said, getting up from his seat. "i don't know if i want to watch or look away."

northwestern was up first. goal.

"fuck," travis groaned, echoing the sentiment of fellow unc supporters in the stands.

connor and travis were sitting behind him, both equally nervous to see how the game would unfold. you and clarisse had bought them unc merch to wear to the game, but luke and chris wanted to surprise you and clarisse with diy shirts that said "number [your jersey number/ clarisse's jersey number] biggest fan." you and clarisse both laughed when you saw their shirts. you loved them.

by the time it was clarisse's turn, the score was 1-0 (shootout) with unc trailing behind.

"come on, clar," chris hollered, clapping his hands, "you got this!"

clarisse masterfully maneuvered around northwestern's goalie and sunk the ball into the net. the boys and mr. d screamed in celebration as the score changed to reflect the goal. 1-1. unc was still in it.

clarisse pointed to the stands, eyes finding chris' in the crowd and blew him a kiss. chris beamed as he saw himself on the big screen. he pointed to his shirt, mouthing, "that's my girl!"

"i love how two days ago you guys had no clue how field hockey worked and now look at you," silena teased, adjusting the unc cap on her head.

"we still don't know what's going on, to be honest," luke replied sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck, "but this is the big game!"

"i get it," she said, nudging charlie, "i still don't understand football but i'm at my wits end every time i watch him play."

charlie chuckled, wrapping an arm around silena's waist, before cheering with the rest of the crowd when you stepped up for the shootout.

you were the last one to go and even that alone is a lot of pressure, but you were the tiebreaker for this shootout. the score was still 1-1. nobody has scored since clarisse, both goalies were brick walls and luke's heart was hammering in his chest.

"come on, five star," he whispered, biting his knuckles, "light work baby."

you took a deep breath and dribbled the ball. you were electric out there. you were strategic and quick on your toes. luke was mesmerized watching you play. he'd seen your tapes before, in preparation for this game just so he wasn't completely clueless walking into the championship game, but watching it in real time was something else.

you swerved around the goalie and hit the ball. luke held his breath. goal.

"let's fucking go!" you screamed, falling to your knees on the field as your teammates rushed to engulf you in a hug.

the screams from the unc fans were defeaning. luke was grinning from ear to ear as the boys cheered around him. chris wrapped an arm around his shoulders, shaking him relentlessly. luke couldn't contain his excitement, but he knew that he should let you have this moment with your team. he'll celebrate with you in a bit, for now, you needed to soak in this feeling. back-to-back national champion.

as the adrenaline from the win began to subside, luke and chris, with the help of mr. d, made their way to the field. chris wandered off to find clarisse and luke was standing on the sidelines as mr. d talked to your coach. he watched as you did your post-game interview. you were glowing and it took all his willpower to not run up to you and kiss you on national television.

when you shook the reporter's hand in goodbye, luke began walking over to you, only to stop in his tracks when a boy approached you. luke blinked, tilting his head as he watched the situation unfold.

the guy was... okay-looking. he was definitely an athlete too, based on his build and height. luke's assumptions were proven correct when he got close enough to see his unc basketball hoodie. the boy's eyes fucking twinkled while he spoke to you, a charming smile adorning his face that luke wanted to punch off his prince charming facade.

he watched as you took a step back from the boy, awkwardly gesturing somewhere in the stands. luke felt smug hearing you say, "well, i have a boyfriend and he's over there actually so i should go find him."

but the guy was not letting up. luke watched as the guy rolled his eyes, obviously unphased by your revelation. luke clenched his jaw, keeping his composure.

luke marched over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to turn you around. he roughly connected his lips with yours, smirking inside when you moaned at the contact. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper. his hands traveled up your spine, pushing you flush against his body. when the two of you pulled away, your eyes remained closed, a giddy smile on your face as you breathed out, "hell of a congratulations, castellan."

luke laughed, placing a quick kiss to your lips before turning to address the boy, "sorry, was i interrupting something?"

you had to cover your mouth to muffle the snort that came out of you. luke was staring at the boy intensely, lips in a tight line, as his hand squeezed the skin of your hip in possessiveness. the boy faltered, taking a step back in defeat. luke continued to shoot daggers at him, not deterred by the threat, or lack thereof, in front of him. eventually, the boy got the hint and walked away, shaking his head.

luke's cocky smirk was unstoppable as he faced you again, "great job, baby. national champ, again! look at you."

"thank you," you sighed, nuzzling your face into his neck. luke welcomed your public display of affection. "are we gonna talk about what just happened?"

he rolled his eyes, playfully, "nah, not worth it."

"yeah, but it was hot."

"then yes, let's talk about how hot you think i am."

"shut up," you replied, kissing him again. if this was your way of shutting him up, he wasn't going to complain.

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #luke castellan x reader

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webslingingslasher · 10 months ago

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Hi can I get any kind of frat!peter angst, I’m such a slut for angst and something ab frat!peter makes me go feral

*cleaning out my inbox.*

'who the fuck is lauren?'

peter spins around in his desk chair, his pen stops twirling in his fingers. 'lauren?' you feel your blood pressure boil, it's one thing to be commenting and liking everything she posts, it's another to pretend he doesn't know who you're talking about.

'lauren, you know, itslaurenpeters222' it clicks, peter's got a furrow between his brows, his mouth slightly opens with recollection. instead of answering, he follows up with a question.

'why?'

you're about to kill him, for a moment, you imagine stabbing his shoulder with his pen. you don't like the question, he wants to know what you know before he admits to anything.

'just answer the fucking question, parker. who's lauren?'

'i'll tell you who she is if you tell me why you're asking.'

wrong answer. you fly off the handle, you throw your phone at him, he catches it without blinking. her page is pulled up, each photo marked with a 'liked by its.parker and others.' in some, he's even got a comment or two showing.

it's nothing incriminating to the untrained eye, but you know fuckboys and this is how it starts.

'i'm not fucking around, parker. who the fuck is she?' again, he doesn't answer. 'it's not what you think, if that's what you're asking.' you feel your brain breaking, you claim gaslighting frequently, but this time you mean it.

'if i wanted to know if you were fucking her, i would've asked that. i need to know who she is because she's the only other girl you interact with.'

peter locks your phone and attempts to hand it back, you refuse to get close to him, he tosses it to the bed as a middle ground. 'she doesn't go to school here.'

you're at your breaking point and peter doesn't realize. you tone down your anger, you're speaking calm and softly, you need him to hear how close he is to losing everything.

'peter, i need you to look at me.' steady eye contact, it's like you're trying to read a brick wall. 'i swear on everything i own, i will walk out that fucking door and never come back unless you tell me who she is right now.'

peter's antsy, he heard you loud and clear, and now he's wavering on his options. you think he's about to call your bluff, you don't care, you're a thousand percent serious and if he lets this be the downfall, so be it.

you wait for two minutes, you counted to sixty twice and peter's still chewing on his bottom lip. you have your answer, you nod with disgust, you thought he was better than this.

peter got caught red handed. you honestly never took him for a cheater, peter's a lot of things but a cheater wasn't something you ever pegged him for. it's sickening how wrong you were.

you have nothing else to say to him, you snatch your phone from his bed and whip around for the door, the second your hand wraps around the doorknob, peter clears his throat.

'i had a friend in high school. a really, really good friend and he did something that hurt me. lauren is his little sister, she's two years younger than us and goes to rutgers. it never has been, and never will be, sexual. and i don't know why i still talk to her, all she does is remind me of her brother but i don't know, it's nice to know i'm still connected to their family a little, i guess, i don't know.'

your eyes narrow on his face, it seems like he's being authentic and honest. you don't bite, yet. 'and you couldn't just tell me that?'

'i don't like talking about him.'

'and that means...'

'it means that telling you who lauren is, opens up a new door of information about myself and you'll want to pick this apart and you're gonna get hurt when i shut down and tell you we're not going to talk about it. ever.'

peter's a softie around his friends, you assume this was a best friend, and if it was high school that means peter was still a nerd. meaning, it had to be bad.

'what did he do?'

peter crosses his arms over his chest, your question proves his point. he's blocking you out, he gave you all he was going to give, it's up to you if you decide if it's enough.

'peter, c'mon, you can't just dump all that on me and expect me not to-'

'yes, yes i can. i told you i wasn't going to explain it further. you wanted to know who she was, i told you, conversation over.' peter was right, it does hurt your feelings. he never wants to open up and it's frustrating beyond belief, but peter's taught you that slow and steady wins the race.

if you badger him about this, he'll shut you out indefinitely. if you slowly poke and draw out information over the course of a few weeks, you'd have the full story. more or less, you’ll attract a bear with honey.

'that's all she is? your old friend's little sister? there's never been anything more i need to be aware of? nothing?'

peter shakes his head, the one thing you believe, it's that there wasn't anything sexual. the thought has him look like it makes him sick to picture it.

'the last time i saw her in person she was fifteen, i promise there's nothing sexual. i don't even have her number, we interact on instagram, that's it. just likes and comments, no dm's or secret phone calls. promise.'

fine. it doesn't mean you like it.

'i don't like this. i don't appreciate you all over her page.' peter takes in your words, he's listening and while his tone is gentle, he's stubborn about the topic.

'i understand that, and i appreciate you telling me that, and coming to me about this, but i'm sorry, trouble, i'm not cutting her out. if you can't handle that, i understand. but if you do, we need to get this over with now, i don't need lauren resentment coming from you down the line.'

what he's saying without saying it, is that this isn't a bargaining chip and you can't hold it over his head. the topic of lauren dies tonight, and if you have a problem with that, you need to walk away.

you point at him, you're not nearly as hot headed as you were five minutes ago. 'i don't like this.' you feel like you haven't stated it enough.

'i understand. i'd have my own qualms if the situation was reversed.'

he brought it up first. 'and if it was reversed? how'd you react to this?'

'i'd be frustrated and have my own opinion, but i'd understand that this is a person you're not ready to let go of yet, and maybe one day you will be, but you can't be forced into it and you need to make that call when you know you're ready to move on.'

it's a shitty situation, at least peter knows it. you know it'll go nowhere but you can't imagine what could've happened that made him so clammed up.

'he really fucked you up, huh?' peter's hesitant to agree, he's terrified you'll use anything as a conversation starter. 'unrepairable.' no chance of fixing it, ever.

'you swear there's nothing going on?'

'i swear. i promise it on may. i promise it on the frat, on my relationship with you, on everything in me. there's nothing between us, i promise.'

you take a deep breath in, you're going to need more than a single conversation to think about it. it makes you insecure to the ninth degree, but you're confident he's telling the truth. to give peter some benefit, she's got a boy plastered all over her page dating back from two years ago to her third most recent post.

'okay. i believe you.'

'you do?' he sounds hopeful, he hopes this means you'll move on from it. 'i do. i don't like it, i don't support it, and i'll never support it, but i believe that you're not ready to let her go yet and there's nothing romantic or sexual about it.'

'and...' you can't believe you're giving the guy you're seeing a pass on another girl. 'lauren is the only exception. if i ever see you doing this with another girl, i'll stab your pen through your neck. are we good on that?'

peter hold his hand out, 'deal.'

you're allowing this to happen. this better prove how fucking trustworthy you are, if this blows back up in your face, you'll never make the same mistake twice. if peter lies, he'll fuck everything up for every guy after him.

you step up to meet his hold, your grip is tighter than his. 'deal.'

#frat!peter drabbles

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lumine-no-hikari · 2 days ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #388

I'm writing part of today's letter to you in the car!! We are currently on our way to the hotel where we're gonna stay the night until the test tomorrow.

I thought for some reason that I'd get a lot of pictures for you along the way as we drove, but we left at around 7:30pm; it was already dark.

I spent some of the morning packing our things and preparing the house for our visitors. I cleaned the downstairs bathroom; the upstairs one was already clean. I cleared the sink of dishes, and then scrubbed it out. Everything is nice and sparkly for them to use!

Hopefully the house will be a comfortable place for our friends. I'm confident; we have lots and lots of fun stuff to do, and our house is warm and safe; they'll have a good time, I'm sure! And our cats will have a good time with them!

...Whoops. I'm getting motion sick from writing on my cellphone in the car, so I'll continue this later.

...It is later!!! We stopped at a rest stop!!! Check it out!!!

We were hungry and we needed gas and bathrooms. We found the bathrooms! And then we found the food!

I also found these axolotl plushies!

They match my hat!!

So! You remember when we went to Otakon, right? In Washington, DC? You'll find that series of letters here:

...Number 230 describes what happened at the Shake Shack on the way back, and why we couldn't get anything from it. But!!! We were able to get things from this Shake Shack!!! Check it out!!!

...It was surprisingly good, especially given that they were just about to close when we got there. We were very lucky that the folks were so patient with us!

...I saw a very pretty lady there, too!! She had big long poofy afro hair that was dyed a pinkish-red in places. She had big round glasses, and thick, well-glossed lips, too! She was a very big lady, and she wore this stunning outfit that accentuated all of her round, soft curves, and she was dancing along to the music on the radio on her way to the convenience store section, I think – where I found the axolotl plushies!!

I was awestruck. Just... the sheer level of confidence and joy that oozed from this radiant human being was utterly captivating!! And I wanted to tell her so, but... I was in my pajamas and my mouth was full of partially-chewed burger!! So... I just met her gaze and nodded very enthusiastically in her general direction, hoping she understood, “fuck yeah!!! keep existing so radiantly, Queen!!!” Or something to that effect!

...She smiled at me. And it was so full of warmth and delight that I thought I was going to melt right on the spot! And she started dancing even more boldly! And...!! Oh...!! My goodness! I was all sorts of stunned and starstruck and inspired all at once!!

I wonder what it would take for the dyspraxic little nugget that is myself to be able to exist with such stunning presence and poise; most of the time, I feel like, even when I'm doing ordinary things, the best I can do is squiggle around awkwardly and hope for the best, ahaha~!

Well. We are safely at the hotel.

And I did manage to snag these along the way:

I'm gonna go to bed now. Up early-ish to make sure I eat before the test.

Good night. I love you. I'll write again tomorrow. I'm hoping to have lots of nice pictures of Mitsuwa for you. So please stay safe out there so you can see 'em, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

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haleylover · 1 year ago

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Nervousness..

•Christian Borle x Fem!reader.

•In which you get cold feet when performing a kiss scene with your co-star and he helps you with it.

•Word count: 1,071

•Warnings: uhh idk :\ tons of fluff.

•A/N: there is no real song called 'Love in New York' or musical. I just pulled those out of my ass so yea.

ENJOY!

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"Alright! That would conclude our rehearsal tonight. I expect to see you all here Memorized on Thursday, the 10th. Goodbye!"

I started to grab my things as my fellow cast members left the studio. As I was crouched down picking up my phone and water I felt a presence next to me.

"You did great on your song today Y/N." I look up to see my love interest, Christian. I stand up and smile. "Thank you! You did great as well." I said to him and I saw him smile even more and nod.

He had his stuff in his hand and we were about to leave before we heard the voice of our director, Stephanie.

"Hold it you two. I want to work on the song." Me and Christian turned towards her, both muttering "What song?"

"Oh you know, 'Love in New York?' Surely you two have tried it?"

Oh shit..

"Yeah a bit, I reviewed over it." Christian said to her and then looked at me. I have seen this musical so many times that I know the song like the back of my hand, what bothered me was.. the kiss scene at the end of it..

"Yeah I have." I muttered out in a monotone voice. The director nodded and flipped through her binder.

"Christian do you need to be on book?" He shook his head and muttered a "No." She smiled and we set our stuff down and went back out to the middle of the studio floor.

"Great, so we'll start with singing then work in some choreo, then we can work on the scene after, ok?" We both nodded and she grinned at us. She started the music and we got ready.

I started off first with singing and tried my best to stay and beat and tune. Christian then joined in and sang with me.

The song ended and the director did small claps. "That was great! You know I'm not worried about the singing. Ugh, I'm not feeling like running choreo this late. Let's work on the scene at the end."

Those words hit me in the face like a brick. Now my mind was fogging with the kiss.

"I have to use the ladies room, I'll be back." I quickly ran off the the restroom and locked the door. I ran my fingers through my hair and panicked.

"I can't do it! I just can't! I don't have any experience at all with kissing! He's probably gonna think I'm some virgin weirdo." I was racing around the small room talking to my self. I started chewing on my nails and picking at them while just thinking.

I didn't even notice how much time had gone past since I left and I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, everything okay in there?"

It was Christian.

"Uhh yea! Everything is f-fine." God damnit! Why did I have to stutter?

"Okay.. Just checking up on you since you've been gone around 8 minutes."

"8 minutes?!" I yelped out loud. I heard him "Mhm" outside of the door. "I'll be out in a second." I flushed the empty toilet and washed my hands and dried them.

I unlocked the door and opened it to see Christian leaning on the wall in front of me. "Why were you waiting there you weirdo..?" He chuckled and got off the wall.

"Are you seriously ok? You seem off." He's catching on.

"How have I been off?" Please just let it go Christian.

"Ever since Stephanie mentioned Love in NYC. Do you not like that song or something?" He knows, damnit. What excuse can I use? I'm sick? No. Just having a bad day? Sure.

"Just having an off day." He gave me a look. That looks that a person gives you when they don't believe you. That 'Really?' Look.

"You may be a good actress but that wasn't very convincing. What's really wrong..?"

Oh. My. God.

What can I do now? I have no other excuses to pull out of my ass! Should I just tell him the truth? I mean he is a very smart guy..

"Look! I've never kissed a guy before and I don't wanna practice with you because I'm scared your gonna think I'm some virgin loser!.."

There. It's out.

He started chuckling and looked away. Is he actually laughing at me? I would laugh at myself but really?

"You think I'd judge you for not having your first kiss yet?! That's hilarious." He stated in between giggles.

"Well, if this is your first kiss I'd want it to be special." He moved closer to me. What's he doing? My throat got caught up when he leaned into my ear and whispered into it.

"Do you want to do this?" I just nodded. I didn't trust my words at this point. He smiled and caressed the side of my face. He licked his lips and I did the same. "Just follow what I do ok?" I nodded and he smiled.

He leaned in close. So close. Our noses were bonking each other and our lips were so close. Then, he pulled me in.

His lips were so soft and warm. I moaned into the kiss and pulled myself closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just went with the flow. I could feel his arms wrap around my waist. It was so magical and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

Suddenly he released from it. We both needed air. "That was, amazing... Thank you so much Christian.." I held both his hands.

"Well now would be an appropriate time to ask this, do you wanna go on a date with me?" He asked me. How could I ever say no to this man. Well, at least I could give him a chance I guess.

"Sure. Just text me and I'll be there." He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead. I inhaled his scent and just relaxed. "Oh wait, Stephanie is probably waiting for us."

"Oh shit your right."

We both let go of the hug and rushed back to the studio where of course, Stephanie was there.

"Have fun? Well, we'll just continue this next rehearsal. Go home you love birds."

I blushed and Christian giggled and went over to grab our bags.

We both left the studio hand in hand out to the parking lot.

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the end!

#👾#christian borle #broadway #romance #christian borle x reader #imagine

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robinsnest2111 · 9 months ago

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thinking about.......

An unusually busy day at Burgers Burgers Burgers. Randy having trouble keeping up with all the orders and getting them to the kitchen. Most customers are very patient and understanding, willing to wait a couple minutes for their meal. Some others, not so much.

One especially short-tempered middle-aged man starts verbally chewing Randy out at the cash register, essentially trapping him, holding the entire business up. The man keeps laying into him, spewing the most hateful degrading insults and keeps threatening him with legal action and whatever else one can think of in the throws of anger.

Randy is frozen, like the proverbial deer in headlights. A barely perceptible tremor running through his entire body, clenching his hands into fists at his sides. He knows he should send the man away, take care of the other waiting customers, keep things running, not let the man's words and threats affect him. Water off a duck's back.

But he can't. Can't speak, can't move. Nothing. Just as the angry man is verbally attacking Randy for his pathetic tearful eyes, asking if he's gonna cry now like a little baby, the kitchen door swings open. The action drawing everyone's attention.

Benson has been wondering why the orders stopped coming in, and when the loud chatter from the dining area died down, highlighting a single man's agitated yelling, he got worried.

He's now standing in the door frame, staring straight at the man insulting his new coworker. He tries to stay cool and collected on the outside, expression blank and unreadable. He cracks his neck as he walks up to the man who has now turned his attention to Benson.

"What is going on here?"

The entirety of Burgers Burgers Burgers is focused on the scene unfolding at the cash register, Benson's question ringing loud in the silence.

The angry man starts up his tale of woe, trying to twist the string of events in his favour. Too bad for him Benson isn't having any of it. One single look at Randy and his pleading tearful eyes is enough for him to know what's going on.

"You, sir, have earned yourself a lifetime ban from this establishment. We do not tolerate any kind of abuse of our staff. I must ask you to leave."

The man is about to protest, redirecting his anger towards his new target.

"...or do I have to call the police? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to escort you out of here. And take witness statements while they're at it."

That shuts him right up and sends him out the door immediately.

Everyone is breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

Randy is in no state to go right back to work, so Benson pulls him to the side, leans him against the wall of the short hallway leading to the stockroom, finds and grabs a grumbling Jess to take over the register while he goes back to finishing up the orders.

Once the midday rush is over, Benson walks right back to Randy, still leaned against the wall. The boy has calmed significantly but still looks shaken by the incident. Benson takes him by the arm and walks out the backdoor. Once they're both situated in a somewhat comfortable crouch with their backs against the brick wall, Benson fishes a cigarette and his lighter out of his pockets, lighting up, taking a long drag and letting it out in a slow exhale. After a moment, he looks at Randy out of the corner of his eye.

"Something like this happens again, you call me over immediately. I'll handle it. No more of this deer in headlights stuff."

Randy manages a hurried little nod, followed by a small "okay", choked off by a voice crack.

Working in fast food is turning out to be pretty scary, but at least there's someone looking out for him...

#LOUDLY THINKING ABOUT RANDY'S FIRST COUPLE WEEKS AT BURGERS BURGERS BURGERS AAAHHHH #robin's writing adventures #i swear i always mean to just jot down my ideas and visions #but then they turn into actual writing HELP #anyway i can totally picture thissssss 😭#stockroom syndrome

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cheswirls · 8 months ago

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early op/dc au fic plot points

in honor of finding my notes finally after five months have passed since writing them and after i just wrote out a huge block of what happens during part one of the fic relying entirely on memory and wit alone, here are some freebie things-that-will-definitely-happen (and just random Things to throw in between) to think over while i'm trying to get back into writing this fic

also tagging @kiteou who created jason/sabo and 100% inspired this verse (please look at their ship art it's all so impeccably goooood)

sabo wears make-up to cover his scar when he goes crime fighting and chooses to hunt criminals in a distant district of gotham to avoid being recognized since he doesn't wear a mask

though he doesn't weak a mask, he does adorn a large tophat with a wide brim and uses the shade to conceal his face from view; when he runs into jason and snarls about a hero not posibly wearing a fucking full-face helmet mask, jason argues back about protecting his identity and accuses sabo of being a hypocrite since his hat also hides his face

jason quotes old literature sabo has never heard of when he's trying to make the most of a situation (so rarely) and sabo scribbles illegible-chicken-scratch words in tattered notebooks when he needs to vent about Life in general (it's maybe his goal at some point to create an autobiography of life in gotham and how much It Sucks, Bad™)

sabo using a metal pipe as his choice weapon reminds jason of damian (he's in his bo staff days) in kind of a fond but wary way - this does not last; at some point the pipe scraping against concrete or brick sets jason off, triggering something in his subconsciousness bad enough to make him lose focus in a fight, and it gets to the point where he tells sabo they can't fight together anymore if he's gonna continue to use the pipe as a weapon

ace and sabo are 19 in the beginning because it takes place in fall, and jason is newly 20 - because of this, sabo is 5'9 and ace 6'0 but sabo wears platform and heeled (the heel is inside so it's not visible) boots when he plays vigilante so he's taller than jason by a couple inches; at some point when ace meets jason he implicates sabo's true height and sabo shouts at him (shut the fuck up, ace!) before ace can finish; even later on, sabo ends up at jason's apartment and when his shoes come off, he stands shorter than jason, much to jason's surprise; sabo admits gruffly that being over six foot makes a person more intimidating, which is his goal at night when facing off with criminals, but also insists that he's still growing (which he is, and eventually he doesn't need the boots to stand at 6'2 properly); even though ace is (barely) taller than sabo (just like he's barely older than sabo), he's still shorter than jason, which rubs him the wrong way (and sets off the comment about sabo's alleged height)

while ace is just trying to survive in gotham, owing nothing to the city that's chewed them both up in childhood and spit them back out again in adolescence, sabo chooses vigilantism in a bid to 'just do what's right, or at least try to'

^ going with this, ace and sabo both have awakened meta-genes that grant them fire powers; ace got his first and is proficient in using his powers - in contrast, sabo develops his after his accident that leaves a portion of his upper body scarred, and refuses to train or even try and control/subdue his powers at all due to his intense fear of fire; this causes daily strife because ace should be able to coach sabo through developing (or at the very least, getting under control) his powers so they don't cause accidents all the time, being the more experienced and honed of the two, but because he's never willing to overstep and always afraid of reigniting sabo's trauma, he never pushes sabo toward what should be the reasonable solution

aaaaaaaa smth smth jason being more experienced in relationships but none of them ever going well, versus sabo who's never been in love and doesn't know how to act, doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of another person (who's not ace, but even then) or what's considered normal for their relationship status, and eventually having to tell all of this to jason to dispel some worries threatening to make him sick; jason tries his best to insist that sabo doesn't need to act a specific or certain way and that they were going to figure this out together and find what worked for them; in the beginning their "romantic" relationship is super dysfunctional and not much different from their status before when they were just friends, but it slowly becomes more functional when they start to clue in to what they and each other want out of this

i CANNOT find my notes which makes me sick (< actually i did!!! not long after i wrote this which makes me SO mad in hindsight) but in this verse jason runs around with roy harper and artemis crock, who are roughly the same age as him and sabo but have the dynamic they do in earth-16 when they're (sibling) in-laws, meaning, they get along like a tight pair and often will team up to lovingly tease jason whenever the opportunity present itself; when they're introduced to sabo, the initial reaction is them recounting ('oh so this is the boy you're always mentioning') various things jason has said about him and then low-key embarrassing the both of them with their teasing, so it takes a bit for sabo to warm up to them

after sabo is burned by a lighter and his make-up runs, jason believes his old face scars to be part of the fresh injury and rushes sabo to leslie's clinic to get seen; sabo is bandaged up and none of the staff ask questions about the vigilantism that would (tie him w illegal activity) but in the beginning when someone asks sabo a basic question in regards to the injury, sabo clams up; jason has to snap at him that (leslie) was a doctor and not the fucking cops, so would sabo please put an ounce of trust in someone for once and let them take care of him; sabo relents and lets himself be treated

when he arrives home with his eye covered, ace is shocked because sabo never lets anyone but ace bandage him up; ace asks what (the fuck) happened and sabo clams up, flinches back when ace tries to reach for the wrap, and snaps at him to leave it because an actual medical professional treated him for once; ace says smth like 'but you always let me patch you up' and sabo appeases him by saying he can redress the wound later when it needed changing, but right now, he wants it left alone; later ace gets to see the damage and immediately realizes sabo got burned which terrifies him, putting sabo's shying away from him earlier into a new light, and ace takes on a new perspective when he helps sabo tend to the injury in order to frighten sabo as little as possible

sabo lives with ace and rouge until zero year, when their apartment floods and rouge gets sick and eventually dies in the hospital without proper medical care; without rouge, neither of them go back to the house in coventry and instead spend most of the remainder of zero year in a church - despite spending a good portion of their upbringing from that point on around clergymen, sabo refuses to believe in a god that would let him and ace to suffer through life to the extent that they had, and when ace curses 'god damn' or 'oh god' sabo isn't even willing to humor it, always blunting insisting 'there is no god' that ace in turn always counters with 'it's an expression, sabo, it doesn't have to mean anything'

aaaaaaaand since i've been sitting on this intro for a good six months now here's a small actual written pv :)

(if tumblr blurs the ss just click on it and it'll clear up)

#op #dc #writing #little longer than intended but this is maybe 10% of the beginning so its fiiiiiine #idk how many yrs this fic is gonna span thru but tbh #i dont see either falling for e/o quickly or even in a normal amnt of time #its not slowburn but their relationship progression is slow af #somewhere in their twenties at least so sabo can cash in on the height diff bc its cute af to look at #anyway the last dc comic run i read in full was the dark knights of steel series....... DOES IT SHOW AAAAA #for anyone expecting this to be all one standardized timeline that makes sense: gonna disappoint you right now #do not set your expectations high bc dc verse has always been a mess n its not my job to sort thru it to write au fic #ig this is loosely post-2011 continuity (w/e earth number that is)#but also no its not bc there are elements from so many other things #im gonna regret shoving this one into the ao3 dc comics tag but in true xover ship fashion i will be doing so regardless #anyway x2 if any of this appeals to you PLSSSSS go look at kiteous art its so so sosososo good

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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Shapeshifter Anon here (OvO)

Act 3 : “Attic Jail”

Log 1: Curses! I’ve been tossed to the mutant monsters of the attic. The one in charge has locked me inside “Naughty Anon Jail”, so now I’m in a cage within a cage! But my ultimate plan has yet to fail, the bagels are still hidden in the-/-/\\_|\_//-|\_ - others know what to do.

Log 2: My escape attempt failed. I managed to grab Nëbl as he chewed his way out of his 5th glazed donut box. Tying my shoelace around him I tried to use his sticky robes to grab my cage key, dangling from the wall a couple feet from me, but the string wasn’t long enough. The only outcome is that I’m now aware Nerbul makes a decent yo-yo.

Log 3: Centi... was meant to be here. All the deformed potato could do were cartwheels and twerking, and unfortunately for my eyes, twerking-cartwheels. Sussy was staring my sus behavior before he slid down a slide to a suspicious space. A very sussy baka.

Log 4: Berg was no help to my escape either. Unlike his counterpart that could climb walls, Bred could only stick to...the floor - but he did that really well. I watched Murelo run into him and the shroom bounced off his body like it was a brick wall.

Log 5: I’ve made friends with Gallop after his cubic form was tossed into my cage. He doesn’t do much. Tack also put Krill in the prison with me, we’ve decorated our shared space with paper cutouts and origami. All he can make are angels and people (although its design never changes).

Log 6: I watched Tack cleanup Grumble’s mess, he had decorated the attic overnight in plaid, polkadots, and stripes. Pitcher used the decorations to accessorize his pet donkey.

Log 7: Below sat next to the cage and mimed something to Krunch, maybe they’re making an escape plan too? I wonder if I can get in on it...

Log 8: Vinyl discovered a new hobby: putting on puppet shows. The last one was interesting though, my favorite part was when the 12 socks found the -/-\|\\__-///-

Log 9: Sibastian was dancing around when he bumped into the wall, which sent the cage key flying. Kruton and I both went for it and -/\__\\-/—\|||\_\

(An actual question though: I scrolled through each tag looking for cursed misspellings, could you make a short list of some of your favorites?)

Oh fuck I'm in stitches- Please shoplifter anon, it's half past one I'm gonna vomit

KRUNCH- KRUTON

BRED CAN ONLY STICK TO THE FLOOR

PITCHER?!

hElp help-

I'm fucking done my stomach hurts I'm done I quit you win it's over I'm going to barf in my bed

[I really like Beef. And Monell. For no particular reason.]

#STOP IT I'M ALREADY DEAD #unrelated⭐️#you are henceforth shoplifter anon. the attic bootlegged you.

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luckywolfsbane · 9 months ago

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I'm going to say something for myself to read later, so feel free to ignore this:

This is what you're doing. This is what happened to you in 2021. Your story specifically. You had worked for over a decade to create that storyline, only to be told that it wasn't worth reading by someone you trusted so completely. You were cut off to a stump for no reason.

But you're still you, and you don't go down easy. You certainly don't stay down long when you do fall on your ass. Your dad may have been a plowboy, but he taught you to do the cowboy thing. You know the whole, if you fall on your ass, cuss while you get to your feet and get back on the horse? That thing. The "keep trying when you fail even if it keeps happening" thing.

You've said it yourself, "If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough." Well, you're a himbo. Through and through. You're smart as a tack, but when have you ever not known that there's a massive, metaphorical brick wall in your path to success? When have you not run at that damn wall full tilt just to see which'll give out first? I'll be honest with you, I think that wall is starting to crack. We just aren't reaching it right now. Our sister tied a rope around our waist. For some reason, she stopped us, and we don't have a knife to cut the rope.

You still have teeth. Chew through the rope. It's going to hurt. People will stare at you. You can either make them comfortable or cut yourself loose. You can’t do both.

Once the rope snaps, hit that wall with all you have. Slam into it. We both know you can't jump it. It's too tall, and it stretches for miles in both directions. You either bust that wall down or you give up. Last I checked, we've never been one to leave things alone.

Here's hoping you meet someone who owns a sledgehammer. If you don't, then use your head and keep hammering away.

You're comparing the growth rings in the stump to the new growth and feeling small. There's nothing small about starting over. You're doing better than you think.

#ace chatter #self encouragement #the islandian chronicles

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barclaysangel · 2 years ago

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Bells in Santa Fe: Chapter 4~ “You Won’t Even Notice Me Depart”

Here's the new chapter! Posting this right at the beginning of my first morning class at university because I have no chill and just want this out. Also since I'm in class, I might not respond to PMs and I apologize for that. If I have a lot of messages, I won't respond just yet because I won't be fully involved since my head is at school and this fic, but I'll do my best to respond by the weekend. I hope you'll enjoy reading this fic, please comment to let me know what you think because comments help fuel my motivation! Thank you and enjoy! :)

Tags: @arthurpendragonlove @teoandtommy @streets-in-paradise @lostgirluver @tiffany-lee-ray (if you want to be tagged in future chapters for this story, please let me know and I will do so!)

Word count: 4.2K

Summary: But James was an expert at distracting him from his conflicting feelings. Just like he was doing now, wanting Junior to tell him about himself. What the fuck was he supposed to say?

Junior had been awake for two weeks, exactly fourteen days, when his uncle asked him a question.

“Brandon, how would you feel if I asked you to live with us?”

A question that might as well have been a bomb.

Junior dropped his fork onto the plate, the sound clattering loudly. He quickly picking it back up as he tried to keep himself composed. “I…I…I don’t know. I never…I never thought about it…” he murmured truthfully, stabbing a small piece of chicken and pushing it into his mouth.

While the teenager tried to look calm, he could tell that his uncle wasn’t buying it and spoke his next words carefully. “I mean, your doctor said that you might be able to leave in about a week. So I thought we might want to have a conversation on where you want to go.”

Junior’s jaw moved automatically as he chewed until he swallowed the food, his appetite long gone but he didn’t want to draw anymore attention to himself. “I-I guess. I really haven’t thought about it at all.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Well, besides Jake, I’m your last living family member. You really haven’t thought about where you’ll go?”

“I honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far. I figured that a cardiac arrest triggered by a nightmare would take me out eventually. I’ve had some close calls, it’s really only a matter of time.”

The man closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath before opening his eyes again. “I’m gonna let that slide because I’ve realized that humor is a coping mechanism for you,” he started and his nephew wanted to deny it but knew that it was right, “but I think it’s something you need to think about. There’s…there’s really nowhere else for you to go. Foster homes aren’t normally ideal and…and I know that my wife and kids would love to have someone else join the family.”

There was a feeling inside of Junior that he couldn’t shake. Fear. Panic. Something of the sort. It terrified him.

But it wasn’t at the thought of not knowing where he could go.

It was at the thought of James’ family somehow wanting Junior to be in their home.

And the thought that he could have a new family. The realization hit him like a ton or bricks that that was something he surely wasn’t ready for at all.

Junior didn’t say anything, fidgeting with his fork and gave up on trying to eat anything else. His stomach was churning and he was certain that one more bite would make him physically sick. “I…I need to think about it.”

It was a ridiculous response, the teenager knew that. He had nowhere else to go.

He could end up in the foster care system under a fake name. But they could find information about it, they’ll find out that he really isn’t Brandon, that he is Junior Wheeler. The coward that ran away because he couldn’t process his trauma the normal way and wanted nothing to do with his past.

Or he could go with his uncle. Live with him, his wife, and three children all the way in Seattle, Washington. Over two thousand miles away from Hackensack, it would be the perfect place to start over and forget Junior Wheeler ever existed.

But he knew that could go awry very quickly. Junior could still be hostile. He still bottled up his emotions to the point where he could explode at any given moment. He had nightmares almost every night. He was also a liability because of his new heart condition.

They could easily change their minds and realize that they have burdened themselves with a traumatized coward who committed patricide and send him away. Then he’ll end up in foster care and he would be back to square one.

It seemed like a lose-lose situation in his eyes. But it also seemed like the most obvious answer was just to say yes to his uncle.

Unfortunately, the teenager didn’t have the balls for that and decided that he would just need to delay his response for as long as he could.

But James smiled as if his nephew did have a choice, nodding his head. “Of course, Brandon. I understand that this isn’t easy for you, so…take good time. We got plenty of it.”

If Junior had a dollar for every time his uncle told him to ‘take his time’, he’d be a fucking millionaire.

He appreciated it, truly, but he was most likely leaving the hospital in a week. It’s not like he had a lot of time left in his hands. Time was running out, and quickly. It wouldn’t be long before he would be forced to make a decision.

Junior was quiet, pushing his food around with his fork but still not eating. “Do you…do you think your family would even…you know…like me? If-if I did decide to live with you, that is…” he questioned hesitantly and kept his eyes on his plate instead of having to look at his uncle.

“Of course they would,” James replied quickly and Junior could practically hear his smile, “whenever they call, they ask about you more than they ask about me.” He told him with a chuckle.

James’ family do call everyday and each time before picking up, he would ask his nephew if he wanted to talk to them. Each time, Junior would say no. He couldn’t. He just…he fucking couldn’t. He wasn’t ready and he wasn’t sure if he ever would be.

Now that the teenager thought it about it, he wondered if it made him look rude. He was sure he did, actually. Turning down every opportunity to talk to the family of the man that hasn’t left his side since before he even woke up.

“They don’t even know me.” Junior murmured under his breath, finally putting down his fork.

How could they like me if they knew everything? If they knew that I’m a murderer, a bully, a coward? He thought to himself.

“No, they don’t know you, but I know that they’d like to meet you very much.” James told him in a gentle voice, making his nephew finally look at him. “Believe me, Brandon. If I like you, then they will too.”

You’re stupid if you actually like me and the pain in the ass I’ve been to you and everyone else in my life. Junior nearly said it out loud but he physically bit his tongue.

God, the teenager felt like such a fraud sometimes. His uncle didn’t even know who he truly was. He just saw the broken piece of what his nephew used to be.

But the man didn’t know that Junior murdered his own father and didn’t regret it.

He didn’t know that the teenager worked with two serial killers willingly.

And he certainly didn’t know that Junior considered killing his best friend and ex-girlfriend just to prove his worth to a fucking psychotic doll.

He didn’t know any of that. And if James did, he would toss his nephew aside and want nothing to do with him.

As he should.

Along with that, the teenager just had…guilt. So much guilt that was writhing inside of him, begging for a release. Most of it was from his past, his past that was still so recent because it had only been a couple weeks. But some of it was present too.

James was always with Junior. As soon as he would wake up, James would be there all the way until visiting hours were over. And even then, he would sometimes stay past then until a nurse would have to tell his uncle that it was time for him to leave.

The only person James has seen within the last two weeks was his nephew. It’s not like he knew anyone else in New Jersey. He almost never left the hospital and would probably have to be physically removed if he tried to stay any longer.

Junior just didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve all of the time his uncle has put into taking care of him when he knew that he wasn’t a very good patient. But James kept trying and trying, ever since patiently, and it made his heart ache.

Besides, his uncle should be spending time with his real family. He had a loving wife and three kids to go home to. And to make things worse, James wasn’t there to spend Thanksgiving a few days ago with his family. He was stuck with his shitty excuse of a nephew instead.

Of course, James reassured him that it was okay. “I’ve had plenty of Thanksgivings with them. I’ll have plenty more, kiddo. Besides, I’m glad to spend this Thanksgiving with you.” He had told the teenager that day, with a smile that was full of night and reminiscent of his mother’s.

His uncle shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have kept doing it, but he did it anyway. He stayed by Junior’s side even in moments where he tried to push him away. He was patient and understanding and his nephew just didn’t understand why.

“Brandon? You okay?” James’ voice pulled the teenager out of his dark mind.

The latter gave him a small false smile and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m just…thinking, I guess. It’s…it’s a lot too think about it.”

His uncle smiled lightly, reaching over to pat Junior’s hand that was resting on his bed. “I know. I mean, I know that this isn’t easy for you. I can’t even begin to fathom what you’ve been through and-and seen recently. I understand why you’re hesitant to want to live with us.”

Junior nodded stiffly, wanting so badly to argue or even fight, but he was trying to change. He was trying to be a better person. He needed to make different decisions. “I know, it’s just…I…I can’t explain it,” he started speaking, pausing a few times, “I don’t know if I’m…ready for something like that but…I don’t have much of a choice.”

“Brandon, you always have a choice.” His uncle told him with serious but kind eyes. “I’m not forcing you to move all the way to Seattle. We’d like it if you did, yes, but it’s still your choice and we’ll understand if that’s not what you want. I just want the best for you and…and I want you to be okay.”

I will never be okay. Yet again, words the teenager wanted to say but he held them in.

He didn’t need to keep concerning his newfound uncle and make him realize just how mentally unstable his nephew really was.

But Junior kept himself composed, merely smiling a tiny bit at James. “Yeah, I…I guess you’re right. It’s a nice offer, really, it is. I just…I have to think about it.” Because I don’t think I’m ready or deserving to have a new family.

James gave his nephew’s hand a light squeeze. “Of course, Brandon,” he said before deciding to change the subject, “want me to get you some more Fritos? Because I honestly don’t blame you if the hospital chicken is making you lose your appetite.” He joked and chuckled.

The teenager giggled under his breath and nodded, his uncle getting up and leaving the room. Finally, he was alone and dropped his calm demeanor, immediately holding onto his blankets in a death grip as his breathing grew heavier.

He didn’t like this feeling, the panic that was rising in his throat and his heart rate picking up. He tried to distract himself to avoid the cardiac arrest that could show up at any given moment, placing one hand on his chest and he could feel how fast his own fragile heart was beating.

He needed to calm down right now.

“S-see the people wal-walking down the street, fall in-in line just watching all their feet…” Junior began muttering his favorite song, “We Got the Beat”, under his breath, stammering through it at the beginning until he began getting further and further into the song.

Eventually, his heart began to slow down and he could feel the anxiety ebb away, leaving him alone with numbness now.

How the hell was the teenager supposed to get used to this? Being on the brink of a panic attack, there would be a cardiac arrest almost around the corner just waiting to catch him off guard and kill him.

What if his kid cousins wanted to play with him? Would he just drop dead from his heart exploding?

That’s one way to traumatize some children.

Then again, a serial killer possessing a three foot doll would probably be more terrifying and traumatizing…so maybe a teenager dying out of nowhere wasn’t so bad.

“I’m back!” James announced as soon as he entered the room, blissfully unaware that his nephew was minutes away from a cardiac arrest.

But Junior made himself smile and sit up a little, taking the bag of Fritos that his uncle offered him. “Thanks.” He said quietly and ignored how his hands trembled slightly when he ripped open the bag.

And with that, they are their snacks in silence as the teenager was left with the thought of what he should do with his new life.

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“Tell me about yourself.”

“What are you talking about? You know basically everything about me.”

“No, I only know what I remember from when you were a kid. It’s been nine years, I want to know get to know the fourteen year old you.”

It had been three days since James had asked Junior to come live with him. His uncle hadn’t pressed on the issue recently and the teenager was thankful for it. He was still thinking it over and over again even though his doctor told him that he would be released from the hospital in five days.

He just didn’t know what to do.

But James was an expert at distracting him from his conflicting feelings. Just like he was doing now, wanting Junior to tell him about himself.

What the fuck was he supposed to say?

“I think you know plenty,” the teenager insisted while being seated up and moving his legs off his bed, not wanting to walk but just wanting to stretch them out, “I’m riddled with trauma and a heart that’ll give out on me at any second. And I have daddy issues.”

James sighed but his nephew spotted a ghost of a smile on his lips anyway. “Yeah, okay, I know that. But that’s still not enough, Brandon. I want to get to know you. I’ve talked about myself and your mother for the past couple weeks. Now it’s your turn.”

Junior went quiet, not knowing what he even was supposed to talk about. “I…I don’t know what you want to know about me.” He said almost shyly while shrugging his shoulders up and down.

“Anything, really. Even the most trivial things! Like…” his uncle thought about it before snapping his fingers, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Green.” It was an automatic response that came out-one that his father had ingrained in his mind for years-before the teenager could think about it, making him freeze and then shake his head. “Wait, no it’s not…” oh son of a bitch, what was his favorite color?

He sat there, wracking his brain for at least a solid minute while trying not to break into a panic attack in the process-how could he not know his own favorite color?!-before it hit him. “Red. It’s…I think it’s red.”

Junior remembered liking the color red when he was younger. It could be bright or dark, he didn’t care. He liked it.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t mind having his father’s maroon colored blood splatters decorating his face and hoodie like some kind of fallen angel.

“Red’s a really good color.” James replied with a reassuring smile, pausing as he thought another name. “How about your favorite song?”

Junior hesitated bashfully, biting his bottom lip before sighing. “Don’t laugh. I’m serious, don’t.”

“I won’t! Promise!” His uncle said quickly, putting a hand to his chest like he was swearing a vow.

The teenager remained quiet until he spoke. “‘We Got the Beat’ by the The Go-Go’s.” He muttered, barely able to hear himself but James did because he immediately started smiling and a chuckle slipped past his lips. “I said don’t laugh!”

“I’m not laughing!” His uncle said and chuckled again, making his nephew narrow his eyes dangerously at him. “I’m just-your mom used to sing that song all the time! She was so obsessed with that song! It’s just bringing me back, that’s all!”

Junior relaxed a little before nodding, a fond smile growing on his face. “Yeah, she…she introduced me to that song years ago. And I guess I just…got attached. I always sing it when I need to calm myself down or hype myself up.”

His uncle raised his eyebrows and smiled more. “You still sing?”

His nephew paused, shrugging his shoulders. “Not really. Only when I’m alone. Like…completely alone. But even then, I hardly sing at all.”

“You used to love singing when you were a kid,” the man pointed out, “it didn’t matter where you were, you would always be singing and dancing to Disney songs.”

“Yeah, well, that was a long time ago.” Junior reminded him. “I don’t do that anymore.”

Hell, he couldn’t even remember when it was the last time he actually sang in front of someone. Now just the mere thought of singing with other people around made his stomach churn and his anxiety grow.

Wow, I really have changed since then, hasn’t I?

“I guess you’re right. But I bet that you’re still a good singer.” James said with a playful smile.

“And this conversation is over, next question.” Junior said with a straight face, crossing his arms carefully over his chest.

His uncle snorted and rolled his eyes, but silently agreed to change the subject. “Okay, fine…favorite type of food?”

The teenager didn’t say anything, thinking about it before giving up and shrugged his shoulders again. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve had anything I just…really loved for years, you know? I’ve always had to stick to my diet.” He admitted as casually as he could, like it was normal to be ‘dieting’ to the point where he was underweight.

His newfound uncle, certainly, did not look like he found the comment casual. “How…how long have you been…on that diet?” He asks, sounding like he was trying to not get angry.

Junior swallowed nervously and resumed his fidgeting on his own hospital gown. “I don’t know…five years…give or take.”

James nodded, his jaw clenched and even though his nephew knew that the anger wasn’t placed toward him, he still couldn’t shake off the uneasiness inside of him.

“You’re mad.” Junior stated cautiously, watching the man carefully.

“Not at you,” his uncle quickly reassured him and took a deep breath to relax his demeanor, “definitely not at you. It’s just…you’re a kid. You-you shouldn’t have been on a diet or be forced to do anything you don’t want to do. You can do whatever you want, eat whatever you want. I mean it.”

The teenager figured he was talking about if he decided to live with his uncle. Just a hint of a question that Junior hasn’t answered, but at least he knew that James didn’t forget. He was just giving him some space and was greatly appreciative of it.

“Thanks.” Junior said with a small smile and decided to let this subject drop. He didn’t want to talk anymore about food, he supposed it was still a touchy topic for him.

After being silent for a minute, wrestling with his own thoughts, he spoke again. “I’m not saying yes,” he started off without needing to explain what he was about to talk about, “but if I…hypothetically did…are you sure it wouldn’t be too…much on your family? I don’t want to just, like, barge in and fuck everything up with my presence.” The last part was meant to sound like a joke, even chuckling, but he genuinely meant it.

“You will not fuck anything up,” James told him seriously, obviously noticing that his nephew wasn’t joking, “I’ve talked about this with my wife and she’d love to have you with us. Markus and Sofia have talked about you a lot and want to meet you. Daniel too, I know he does, he just loves meeting new people even if he doesn’t understand the situation. You wouldn’t be in the way if you decided to live with us, I promise. But it’s all your choice, Brandon.”

Junior relaxed slightly and nodded, his shoulders losing the tension despite the small amount of apprehension he still felt. It was one thing to say that now but if he did make the decision to go through with this, James’ words could still change. They still could realize that it was a burden to take on such a troubled kid, he knew that it would happen.

He just needed to prepare himself for when the inevitable downfall occurs.

“Ask me something else.” The teenager told him and then James did. His nephew answered as honestly as he could until visiting hours were over. But, of course, his uncle stayed a little longer anyway, still checking up to make sure Junior was alright.

And in that moment, growing tired from his day of questions with his uncle standing beside him and once again mentioning that he looked so much like his mom, he made his choice.

“James…I’d like to live with you,” Junior spoke hesitantly but he meant what he said, staring up at his uncle, “if-if it’s still okay with you and your family.”

James blinked before he began smiling widely, reaching out and gently stroking his nephew’s hair back. “You have no fuckin’ idea how happy that makes me to hear.” He said with a soft chuckle, looking both ecstatic and relieved. “Try and sleep now, okay? We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”

Junior’s heart skipped a beat, whether it was from the happiness he was experiencing or his condition, he wasn’t sure. But it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep after his uncle left and by the time morning came, they were both in a good mood.

“I got you some things.” James said while holding a bag, a big smile on his face.

“Isn’t it a little too early for gifts?” The teenager joked, covering his mouth with one hand as he yawned since he had just woken up and then put his hand down.

“Actually, no. I’m behind about nine years worth of birthday and Christmas presents, but we’ll unpack all of that later.” His uncle chuckled before reaching into the bag and pulled out a phone, handing it to his nephew. “Why don’t we start with this?”

Junior sat up a little more and took the phone in his hands with a bashful smile. “You got me a phone?”

“Of course, how else am I supposed to keep in touch with you when I go back to work?” James replied with a playful smile, nudging the teenager’s shoulder with the back of his hand before reaching back into the bag.

“You could’ve just gotten me a flip phone, you didn’t need to spend so much on an iPhone…” Junior started to say while chuckling before pausing and dropping the phone on his lap when he saw what the man was holding in front of him, “is…is that…?”

“It’s your new birth certificate.” His uncle told him as his nephew carefully took the important piece of paper. His birthday was still the same but his name was different. It was Brandon Reyes. “I know we never talked about if you want to have a different last name, but you said you didn’t want to be Junior Wheeler anymore. So I hope you don’t mind being a Reyes instead.”

There was something building up inside Junior. He wasn’t sure what it was but it made him want to cry. “How did you get this?” He asked after clearing his throat and trying to keep himself composed.

“I have some friends.” James replied with a smile, ruffling his nephew’s hair with one hand. “Are you okay? With-with being a Reyes? ‘Cause I can get it changed if you don’t want—!”

“I’m happy!” Junior quickly said, blinking several times to will the tears away as he looked up at the man. “I…I’m a Reyes. Like you…like my mom. So…thank you.”

His uncle smiled more at him. “Of course, Brandon. You’re family. This is what family does.”

The teenager didn’t know what would happen in four days once he would move to Seattle. But right now, he felt happy. Happy for the first time in such a long time. Maybe everything could get better once he was far away from New Jersey and his old life. He could finally start fresh and discover who he really is.

And right now, all Junior could hope for is that he made the right decision.

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ottosuricatoblog · 3 years ago

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"Stargazing."

Anon asked: prompt 5 ‘Jesus Christ is your last neuron okay?’ and 58 ‘it’s cold hold me’. Chibs and a close friend, with whom there is obvious chemistry, go on a road trip that just keeps going wrong and they end up sleeping under the stars, with lots of *fluff*

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Words: 1250

Warnings: language, fluff.

"I have to be in Seattle by tomorrow morning." You sigh.

Driving across the country was something you weren't thrilled about. Your job has you traveling a lot, but you usually have more time to prepare trips.

Your biker best friend, who you had been secretly in love with for about a year, is sitting next to you, eating lunch like a caveman.

"Ye gotta do what?" Filip asks, still chewing some of his steak. He had planned to take you to the movies tonight. Maybe even confess what he feels for you, ignoring the ten other times he meant to tell you and didn't have the balls to. You were too important to him.

"Last minute news." You answer, eating some of your pasta. "They need me there at 9 a.m tomorrow."

"They don't pay ye enough money, darlin'." He says, shaking his head.

"I know." You sigh. "I have to leave as soon as possible. No flights. Gotta drive."

"Drive?" He exclaims. "All the way to Seattle? That's gonna take ye more than a few hours."

"I know, Filip. I know. Don't need to remind me." You say, frustrated.

He scoffs. "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to offend my queen." He says, bowing. You can't help but laugh. "Anyway, I'm coming with ye. Ye can't expect to drive all night and then be well rested to work." He adds.

"You're what?" You say. "No." You shake your head. "I can't ask you to do that. You have to work as well."

"Good thing ye didn't ask, darlin'." He smirks. "I can take a day off, Jackie boy doesn't mind." He assures you. "When are we setting off?"

"You’re really coming?" He nods, smiling. "You're incorrigible, you know that, right?" You say, smiling.

"Only for ye, love." He adds with a wink.

*********

"Pink Floyd? Jesus Christ Filip, is your last neuron okay?" You exclaim, turning to look at Filip, who's driving.

You two had been arguing about the best music group for about 15 minutes now, and neither of you was planning on giving in. You had been sleeping for the first hours, and he had been in charge of the music.

"Aye, darlin', last neuron is working just fine." He smiles, looking briefly at you and then focusing on the road again. "Another brick in the wall, Wish you were here... Fucking masterpieces."

"I'm not saying they're not good... But you can't compare them to Queen." You explain, standing your ground.

When Chibs is about to continue to explain why he's right and you're not, you both hear a loud noise.

"Shite." Filip sighs, pulling over.

"What was that?" You ask anxiously.

"Sounds like we got a flat tire." He answers. "Don't worry, love, I'll just replace it and we can go on."

Filip gets out of the car to look at it and you remember you didn't buy a new tire after having to change it last year. Shite indeed.

Getting out of the car as well, you put on your best smile. "Filip, baby?" You call.

"I didn't like the sound of that." He says, turning to look at you. "That's the I'm about to tell ye something you won't like smile." He says, exasperated. "What?"

"I may not have a new tire." You smile, tilting your head.

He runs his hands through his hair. "Ye don't..." He sighs. "I'm a fucking mechanic, Y/N. I thought I had taught ye better than that."

"I'm sorry?" You smile, and he can't resist that smile.

He smiles too, taking you close for a hug. "Ye're gonna be the death of me."

You hug him back, inhaling his particular scent. "What do we do?" You mumble against his chest.

He takes a step back, looking at you. "We call a tow truck, darlin'." He kisses your forehead and walks towards the car. "Gimme a minute."

You nod, checking out his ass as he walks away. He does have a good ass.

Chibs is on the phone for a few minutes before heading towards you. You look at your watch: 4:17 a.m.

"Alright. So I've good and bad news." He says, smirking. "Which one first?"

You raise your eyebrow. "Good?"

"That's great!" You say, smiling.

"They're coming to replace the tire."

"At 6 a.m." He continues.

Your smile fades. "That's not great." You say, sighing. "That's almost 2 hours."

"Aye." He nods. "We'll be on time for ye to make it to work at 9, don't worry." He says, talking your hand. "Why don't ye get some sleep?"

"Only if you do too." You say, interlocking your hand with his and leaning on his body, your back to his chest. "It's beautiful." You say, looking up at the starts.

He doesn't look up, keeping his eyes on you. He couldn't hold back anymore. He's been trying to tell you he wants something more than friendship for over a year.

"Aye, ye are." He whispers.

You turn and look back at him. There's something different in his eyes. "Filip?"

"I don't want to be friends anymore, Y/N." His hands circle your waist. "I want more."

Instinctively, your hands go to his neck. "You mean...?" You ask.

"Ye can't tell me ye don't feel this, darlin'." He bends down, his mouth centimeters away from yours.

When his lips are almost touching you, he moves away and you whimper. He smirks at you.

You move even closer to him, your chest pressed to his. "If we are doing this..." You say, biting his lower lip and eliciting a groan from him. "We do it right. You're too important to me."

"Agreed, love." He says against your mouth.

"Then fucking kiss me already." You groan.

He laughs against your mouth, finally kissing you for the first time. You moan at the feeling of his lips on yours. You're never getting tired of kissing this man.

When you both need to breath, you rest your forehead against his, your eyes still closed.

"I love you." You say, opening your eyes.

"I love ye more." He says, pecking your lips. "Even if I'd love to be doing other things right now..." He smirks. "Ye should get some sleep." He says, caressing your hair. "You still have to work in about..." He checks his watch. "4 hours."

"I know." You say, resting your face on his chest. "Only if you lay down with me." You mumble.

He smiles. "Sure, love."

He takes a blanket from your trunk, putting it on the land next to your parked car. The weather is nice, and the view of the starts is amazing.

He sits down, and motions for you to come closer. "Come on, darlin'."

You lie down next to him, holding his hand. You're not really cold, but you want to feel him closer to you, so you turn to your side. "Filip?" He hums, resting on his elbow to look at you. "It's cold, hold me."

He smiles, moving behind you, so your back is pressed to his chest. "Better now?" He whispers in your ear, placing a kiss just below it.

"Much better." You smile.

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sunflowergirl522 · 4 years ago

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You Need To Remember Part 2

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your best friend Peter gets sucked into a different reality in front of you and you use your power to go after him. You find yourself in a new reality but you don’t remember how you got there.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1875

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While you go downstairs to see what the twins were up to, Peter stays on the bed, stirring in his thoughts. The more he thinks of his dream, the more he remembers, the more he starts to break out of the fog around his mind. And the more upset he gets that Wanda’s gotten into your head when you just wanted to help him. He rushes to confront his so-called twin before she can get back into his mind.

Meanwhile you head downstairs to see the twins playing video games in front of the couch. The house looks different and as much as that tickles something in the back of your head, it doesn’t seem out of place, it seems normal to wake up in an entirely new decade. You plop down behind the twins not bothering with getting anything to eat when you hear muffled arguing coming from upstairs. You and the twins share a look before they go back to playing their game. When it starts to glitch out and revert back to games from past decades they look at you as if you could fix it.

“We have to go.” As the twins run up yelling for their mom, Pietro appears next to you, pulling you up into his arms so he can hold onto your neck.

“What, why?” He speeds the two of you into an alley behind a group of houses before he lets go of you. You stumble a bit feeling a little ill from the motion, but you can’t help but feel as if you should be used to it by now.

“Stay right here, I’ll grab us some clothes and when I come back I’ll explain, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Are you okay? I heard you fighting with your sister.” He runs a hand through his hair thinking of how easy this would be if he could’ve gotten Wanda to release her hold on you, she was adamant that she wasn’t doing anything to you though.

“She’s not my sister, just stay right here. I’ll be back in just a minute.” He kisses your forehead, something the two of you would do back home when one of you was sick or worried, and places his hands on your shoulders. “I mean it, don’t go teleporting off somewhere.”

“Teleporting? Pietro what-” But he’s gone before you can finish speaking. What is he going on about? Of course Wanda’s his sister if she wasn’t why would you guys have come to this town. And teleporting? You? He knows you don’t have powers like he does.

True to his word Pietro’s back in just a minute now dressed in colorful clothes, a blue beanie resting atop his head. In his hands are clothes for you, which he holds out for you to take. The clothes consist of bell bottom jeans and a rainbow shirt that you’re sure will be tight on you. He turns around with a quick ‘get dressed’ after you take them from him.

“Right here, anyone can walk out and see me.”

“If you don’t hurry up and get dressed I’m gonna do it for you.”

“Can’t we just go back to the house, Pietro?” He sighs before turning around to face you.

“Peter. Sorry Y/n, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me.” And the next thing you know he’s tossing your pajamas into a trash can and you’re in the form fitting clothes. He whistles as he turns to look at you. “Damn Y/n you sure clean up nice.”

“Okay, now what?” Your hands go to your hips as you stand there impatiently.

“Right, do you remember what you said to me last night? About the school, about how we don’t belong here, about us.” All you can do is shake your head and as you’re about to ask him if he’s okay once more he speaks again. “C’mon you need to remember. There’s a presence in your head, yeah? I know you can feel it, feel her. You’ve always been good at fighting Jean out of that head of yours, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to fight Wanda out.”

“I don’t know what you want from me.” He’s right you can feel the presence but you don’t know how you’re supposed to get it out of your head.

“Just try, okay? Try for me.” You nod at him seeing the desperation in his eyes before shutting your own and trying to focus on getting whoever was in there out. You find the strength to push just enough to get the attention of the person in there and a glimpse of your actual life.

You again, I thought I told you to stop fighting?

Get out of my head.

I thought you were happy with the life you got here. It’s so much better than longing after him from afar, with no happy ending in sight. She shows you the memories you have of watching Peter with Jubilee and the times he told you about a date he was on. Memories of Jean teasing you for being jealous and of nights that you would cry into her shoulder over how much you loved him.

You’re wrong, there’s always a happy ending. You force memories of the two of you hanging out and laughing together to the front of your mind. Memories of playing games and listening to music and taking care of each other when the other is feeling down. Even if he doesn’t feel the same.

When you open your eyes again you’ve succeeded in pushing her out and you’re back to being you again. “Peter?”

“Y/n? Are you back to being you?”

“Back and better than ever, baby! What do you have me in by the way?” You back up and fully take in your outfit that clung to your skin like glue. “Are these heeled sandals?”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry I just grabbed the first outfit I could. You look good though.”

“You have a point there. My ass looks great in these jeans. You couldn’t get me a pair of sunglasses or anything?” He’s in front of you dangling a pair of sunglasses on his finger. “Thanks, look at us looking like a pair of stoners.” You both laugh at your words before Peter gets serious again.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get here?”

“Well when your best friend disappears right in front of you what else are you gonna do other than follow the loser to a new reality. As for how I got here, I’m not sure, it hasn’t come back to me yet. What I do know is we’re both back to being ourselves and it’s not Wanda, at least she wasn’t the voice in my head.”

“Who is it then?”

“I don’t know, but we should go tell Wanda about it. You think stores around here have bubblegum?”

“One way to find out.” Peter smirks at you before grabbing you and dashing off.

***

When you get back to Wanda’s house she’s being escorted away by a neighbor leaving a familiar looking woman behind. Peter goes to follow Wanda but you hold onto his hand as you take off the sunglasses to get a better look at her.

“I think I know her.”

“How would you know her? She's never been here before.” But you knew that was wrong, how though.

“I just...do. You go on and see what’s going on with Wanda, I’m gonna figure out who mystery woman is.”

“Be careful, Y/n.”

“When am I not, Maximoff.” You smirk at him as you step back and teleport away.

“All the damn time.” Peter mumbles to himself before heading in the direction Wanda went.

“Who are you?” The lady jumps at your sudden appearance in front of her. You’re chewing your gum obnoxiously and blow a bubble leaning on a car next to you. Her face scrunches up in confusion. “You don’t seem like you belong here.” You push the sunglasses up onto your head and something seems to click in hers.

“You! Did you ever find your friend?” She walks up to you as if you’re an ally she’s excited to find.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh, right, I’m Monica. I'm from the SWORD headquarters you showed up at at first.” You take her outstretched hand and the memory of you getting here hits you like a ton of bricks.

The memory of you all but tearing your way into their reality after talking to the professor and Hank about if it was possible comes to mind. And then storming into the headquarters when the sight of him on the tv stopped you. The tension was high in there, even higher now that you showed up. The man who seemed to be in charge was just arguing with someone. At the sight of your angry appearance he spoke into his comms, something about guns. An alarm goes off, the red of it matching your anger at having your best friend stolen from you.

“Where is he?” You had asked the man in charge while pointing at the image of a laughing Peter.

“Who are you?” The woman, Monica asked you but you weren’t there for introductions. Men armed with guns start to flood into the room and you fling them back into the walls.

“Where. Is. He?” You take a few steps closer to her before the brunette behind her speaks.

“He’s in the hex.”

“What?” Your head whips over to look at her.

“One of our mighty heroes went rogue and is holding people hostage in her own reality.” You start to choke the man speaking without a care as you turn to face him.

“I wasn’t speaking to you, was I? Where is it?” You turn back around to face the brunette again. She just points out the window to respond to you.

“She’s controlling everything in there, she’ll control you too.” The man forces it out of his mouth, gaining your attention once more.

“And you’re not doing anything about it? You’re not working on getting him out?”

“We don’t know how.” Monica speaks again and you scoff, cracking your knuckles.

“Then I’ll do it.” With that you release your hold on the man's neck and all of his guards before teleporting to the static wall. You can feel the power coming from it as you reach out with your hand. You had mumbled a quick ‘I’m coming Pete’ before getting sucked in.

“Y/n.” You say as you shake Monica’s hand. “Sorry about choking out your boss.”

“He’s a dick he deserved it anyway.”

“Anyway,” you blow another bubble, “yeah, I found my friend and snapped him out of it. I should meet up with him anyway, you going after Wanda too?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go then.” You push the sunglasses back onto your face before following Monica. You watch her as she looks in windows and doors before opening up the cellar doors to unveil vines and a way into what seems to be a dungeon.

“Snoopers gonna snoop.” Peter zips so he’s right next to her and you smile at his words while Monica looks at him shocked.

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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago

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Hi, it's the same anon who requested for the whole reader with the bow thing and I have only ONE thing to say: Perfection 🤩🤩 It was AWESOME and OMG, I can't stop gushing about it. Sorry 😅 But if it's not too much, do you mind making a part 2? You can conclude it if you want in part 2. I'm curious to know how she's going to react to when she finally gets kidnapped. Oh, you can make it like she's deathly scared of injections like me lol, I have a HUGE fear of them. So, like she's fighting some assassins and suddenly Damian pulls a sneaky move and sneaks up on her and pierces a needle into her skin and BOOM! She gets kidnapped. Btw, reader/ Alexa's inspiration to being single comes from the maiden Greek goddess of hunting Artemis. She's my inspiration too and she needs no man to take care of her :) Sorry for my rambling TvT And hope you have a nice day thank you <3

Broken Truth (Tail waves): So, Alexa shall have Trypanophobia - an extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles; I think I can make those words dance. I'm glad to know you liked it and Artemis is actually my favorite Greek Goddess.

Athena (Somewhere Else): WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

Broken Truth (Shivering): NOTHING! LET THE WORDS WEAVE TOGETHER BEFORE I'M DONE FOR!!!

[Unknown Location]

[Alexa groaned as the aching in her head began to fade a bit before she opened her eyes - a white fog was all she saw; blinking a few times removed it and made her sight clear again and she took in the unfamiliar environment around her. She was in a brick room & from the light that came from the barred window - it was still daytime. The door that was across from her was black metal and - from the sliding viewer in the door - she could tell she was in a cell of some kind; a prisoner's cell? She wasn't sure. When feeling got back to the rest of her body, she looked around to see she was cuffed to some kind of metal wheel, her wrists & ankles secured over her head and spread apart so that they wouldn't touch each other.]

Broken Truth: For reference - Think of the contraption Heteric had Bruce secured in they captured him & Damian in Batman: Bad Blood.

Alexa (Looks at the contraption that held her - at the computer that as hooked up to it and the wire's connected to the machine, connected to her) (Thinking): 'What is this? How did I get here? Where even is here?'

[The girl knew panicking would get her nowhere so she closed her eyes and focused - trying to remember the last thing before she woke up here.]

[She was... She was in Gotham, she remembered that - making portals around her house. Why was she making portals there? She went deeper into her mind and found the answer - She received a present, no - it wasn't a present, it was a sword. A sword from the League of Assassins. Now, she remembered - It was an invitation from Talia Al Ghul & Ra's Al Ghul: An Invitation to join the League of Assassins, to join their family as the Wife of Damian. When she unsheathed the blade - there was a time & a location; they wanted to meet her. She knew they weren't going to leave her alone until she spoke with them.]

[At Midnight - The top of the Warehouse in the Abandoned Industrial District; the place she killed Talia's men with a single arrow.]

[Alexa's feet splashed in the shallow puddles that the pouring rain made when they reached the room - in her Archer's Gear but with her neck gaiter down, showing the glare on her face as she stood before Talia Al Ghul and her Assassins, her hand clenched around the sheathing of the sword she was given. While the protective clothing was waterproof, her dark brown hair was soaked in the downpour.]

Talia Al Ghul (Smiling at Alexa): I see you've got our invitation. What's your answer?

Alexa (Frowns and throws the sword to Talia's feet): I've told you the same thing for the last 6 months - I want nothing to do with you, your son, your organization, or your father! Nothing! I want you to leave me the hell alone and stop chasing after me as if I owe you something!

Talia Al Ghul (Frowning): I thought you would say that. (Snaps her fingers) Secure her for transport.

[The Assassins that protected Talia charged at Alexa, causing the Archer to summon her bow and begin the battle. Even in close combat, Alexa's skills with her bow her unmatched - one by one, Talia's men fell but she didn't look concerned. When the last one fell, Alexa pointed her bow at the green-eyed woman with a glare of hatred in her eyes.]

Alexa (Lightly Panting): You gonna stop sending men after me now?

Talia Al Ghul (Closes her eyes and nods): Yes.

[Alexa began to lower her bow until she saw the smile on Talia's face.]

Talia Al Ghul (Smirking and opens her eyes): Because we have you now.

[Alexa was about to question her when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck - the effect as instant. Alexa became sluggish as her vision blurred, making her drop the bow in her hands making it dispel away. Alexa began to fall forward but she was caught in the arms of another - the harder she fought, the more exhausted she became until her mind slipped into nothingness.]

Alexa (Opened her eyes - a glare upon her face as her brown eyes began bleeding gold): Those bastards... They drugged me and abducted me.

[Just then: The door on the far side of the room & two people walked in - The Familiar Face of Talia Al Ghul & An Older Man - He looked dangerous - he must have been the Head Demon: Ra's Al Ghul.]

Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the bound girl with a smile): I see that you are awake.

Alexa (Narrows her eyes): What? Expected your little knockout serum to last longer?

Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the computer and sits in the chair before it, typing away on the keyboard): A Cruel Method but necessary - without it, we couldn't have gotten you here unscathed.

Alexa: Maybe you should have just let me the hell alone like I asked you to do.

Ra's Al Ghul (Shaking his head): Out of the question - My Grandson loves you & you are more than worthy of becoming one with the Al Ghul family; you just need some time to realize that.

Alexa: If I didn't 'realize' that 6 months ago - then it's not gonna happen.

Ra's Al Ghul (Looks at Talia): Anything?

Talia Al Ghul: No, Father - nothing out of the ordinary. No genetic mutations could have caused this use of Elemental Magic. She appears to be completely human.

Alexa: Because I am! Gods, you both are morons, just like that overgrown child who can't accept 'no' for an answer.

Talia Al Ghul (Raises from the computer and stands before the bound Alexa): You just act accept the fact you are destined to be with my son.

Alexa (Scoffs & Chuckles): If I was destined to be with your son - The Oracles would have told me but - just like the Huntress Artemis - I don't need or want a man to take care of me when I can take care of myself.

Talia Al Ghul: It doesn't matter what you say - you shall be one with my son, he is away with his father for the rest of the month but that gives us enough time to groom you into a proper partner for Damian.

Alexa (Chuckles before full-blown laughing): AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

Ra's Al Ghul (Narrows his eyes): I fail to see what is funny. With your hands apart, you cannot summon your bow or arrows, thus you are trapped here.

Alexa (Takes a calming breath): You really think my power is limited t using my bow and arrows - False, that's just what I prefer in a fight. (Narrows eyes with a wide smirk) Just where do you think the power in my arrows comes from?

[Before either Father or Daughter could answer - Alexa's right hand opened widely as blue electrical sparks danced along her flesh before spreading to the contraption that held her. Talia moved away just in time thinking the thing was going to blow but all it did was open the locks and Alexa was free, her hand still sparking with electric power as she lifted it to her face.]

Alexa (Smirks at Talia and Ra's): I do love the look on a person's face when they realized they bit off more than they could chew. (Holds her hand out in their direction - a blue ball of light begins to form in her palm)

[Ra's and Talia get out of the room just as a blue bullet of hot blue flame shoots past them and crashed into the wall outside the cell. Alexa moved her hand to face the wall that held the window and blasted it out - the smoke giving her cover to open a portal and jump through, it closed just as the smoke cleared and Ra's and Talia ran back into the room.]

Ra's Al Ghul (Clenching his teeth): Damn it, she's escaped us again. We'll never get her at this rate.

Talia Al Ghul: Relax, Father; I had a backup just in case something like this happened. (Walked over to the machine and clicked a few buttons on the keyboard when a small compartment opened and she reached in - pulling out a vial of blood)

[Alexa's Blood...]

[End]

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