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bekahdoesnerdshit · 4 years ago

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one of each for each otp,,,,, for brilliance/sienna: 3, 10 (prose boy...... ), 19, 31! for raini/ecstasy: 1, 14, 23, 26!

YES now my plan to make you care about my paladin you’ve never met can really come to fruition.....it worked for cog it can work for this gay bitch too.....

Super super minor nsfw for 23 and 26 for Raini, and I guess technically 31 for Brilliance but honestly not really. Enjoy!

Brilliance & Sienna

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say? Not to sound like a lesbian, but Brilliance thinks Sienna hung the moon. She’s so beyond smitten with this woman, and if anyone makes the mistake of asking her about her fiancée (which her party would never do because they’re a) hets who b) don’t care about rp) Brilliance would easily be able to spend hours talking about everything that makes Sienna the absolutely amazing woman she is. Brilliance admires Sienna’s patience, her quiet determination to get things done right, and her easy, calming presence. She’s compassionate and honest, and she makes the people around her want to be better than they are without having to say a word. She’s beautiful, inside and out, and Brilliance thanks Sune every day that fate brought them together. And check this out! Sienna loves Brilliance just as much! They’re in love! Sienna admires how willing Brilliance is to take charge in difficult situations, and that her primary concern when taking charge is making sure the people under her are safe. She’s intentional and unwavering in her resolve and devotion to the people she loves. Sienna loves how Brilliance is able to find beauty in just about anything, and how fiercely she’ll fight to protect the light and beauty she sees in the world. She loves her insistence on giving people second chances, even when they may not deserve it. Brilliance embodies the phrase “get behind me”, and while Sienna often wishes Brilliance would let her share that burden, she understands that Brilliance does what she does to show love. 10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them. It’s been three days since Conviction’s death. Since they found his body at least; he’d been missing longer than that. It was murder, anyone could see that, but no one has any delusions about it being investigated as one, let alone prosecuted. He shouldn’t have been involved with those rebels, people say. It’s his own fault for stirring up trouble where there didn’t need to be any. There’s been multiple times where Sienna’s quiet touch to Brilliance’s arm has been the only thing to keep her from lashing out at someone who implied that and while she’s grateful for the temperance, part of her can’t help feeling that grief hardened by anger might hurt less. It’s been three days since they pulled her brother’s body out of the sewers, and Brilliance knows she needs to go home. Her mother is devastated, her father considers his obligation to help fulfilled by paying for the funeral, and as loathe as she is to return to her childhood home Brilliance knows it’s her duty to be there. Sienna comes back to their tiny (Sienna calls it cozy to make Brilliance laugh), dingy (”lived in!” she insists) apartment to find Brilliance packing, and the pity in her gaze makes Brilliance tugs her arm free when Sienna reaches out for her. “I have to,” Brilliance says, resolutely keeping her focus on the suitcase laid out in front of her. “Sienna, my heart, I have to. My mother--” Sienna reaches out to cup Brilliance’s cheek, to tilt her face toward her. Brilliance, though reluctant, allows it. “Your mother,” Sienna chides gently, “is a grown woman, who is welcome to stay with us. We’ll make room. But starlight, you don’t need to be in that house. Not ever again, and certainly not right now. Stop for a minute, sit down, we can talk about this...” The conversation begins to unravel from there. Sienna is right; her father’s house is the worst place for Brilliance to be to grieve. Brilliance is right; Sienna is an only child, who lost her mother when she was young. She has no context to understand what Brilliance is going through. Neither of them raise their voice, but there’s an edge to their words that normally has no place in their home. Brilliance gets frustrated, feels herself start to get angry, and she makes the decision to walk away and cool down. She comes back to find Sienna asleep or feigning it, back to the door in a way that feels pointed. At that point it’s well after midnight, and Brilliance doesn’t know what to do about the conversation she’d walked out of. Eventually she goes to bed as well, facing the door, sleeping further from Sienna than she has since they moved in together. She knows better than to go to bed angry, but right now Brilliance can’t stomach the thought of reigniting their argument again that night. She closes her eyes, and hopes they can work things out in the morning before Brilliance leaves for home. 19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be? Brilliance: You are my peace, my joy, my steadfast foundation; my world is better for having you in it, and I will work for the rest of my life to make sure you can always say the same. Sienna: Whatever I did to earn it, thank you, starlight, for trusting me with you heart; it is my privilege and my honor to be for you what you are to so many others. 31. What do they love to do after sex? Probably, like. Kiss a bunch? Ew!! But like honestly? Yeah! I think they’re a Big fan of soft, sleepy morning sex, especially on days where Brilliance isn’t needed at the church until the evening and Sienna has the day off. Why not indulge on those days when you can doze off again for a little while, with your beloved asleep on your chest? Brilliance is running her fingers through Sienna’s hair and pressing the occasional kiss to the top of her head, Sienna is tracing absentminded shapes against Brilliance’s collarbone, and they’re just enjoying being warm and sleepy and together with no prospect of that changing anytime soon.

Raini & Ecstasy

1. What are things they both find funny? I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say. Shitty people’s misfortune? Not necessarily objectively shitty people, just people they’ve decided they don’t like. Ecstasy telling a story about the dumbass fantasy customs agent she “tricked” (because tricked is a strong word, really. It wasn’t all that hard, and that’s what makes it So funny) into marking her ship with its cargo full of stolen goods and also probably like fantasy weed as “clean” to enter some city? Hilarious. Raini talking about casting Mage Hand under the table at some stuffy negotiations and pulling just hard enough on the chair leg of the asshole who’s already leaning back further than he should be and sending him crashing out of his chair? Fucking hysterical. They’re assholes, but they’re assholes together. And, at the end of the day, that’s what matters! 14. What would be a dealbreaker? At risk of sounding too predictable, for Raini it would have to be something along the lines of finding out that Ecstasy is and has been seeing someone else seriously while they’ve been together together. It’s one thing to sleep around a little when you’re still just a booty call, or even to meet someone pretty and check with your partner that they’re okay with you having a one night stand. If you’re communicating, and everyone involved is okay with it, that’s fine! However, it’s another thing entirely to find out that you’ve been playing second fiddle in terms of your long term girlfriend’s affection for god knows how long. Honestly, I’m not sure Ecstasy would survive an argument started by Raini finding something like that out. I won’t speak too much on Ecstasy’s dealbreaker so I don’t overstep or guess Wrong, but I feel like if we hadn’t gotten our memories back things would have eventually fallen apart. I don’t know if I think there would have been some big climactic fight to end things so much as a sort of just... fading away? A heartbreaking parallel to how slowly they’d entangled themselves in each other’s lives before, and really? Who could blame Ecstasy for pulling away from a situation like that. And without the memories and the context to know why it hurts so much now that things are different, I don’t know if Raini would have gone chasing after her. 23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language. They’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for some diplomat, Raini thinks. It’s some trouble about wanting to make sure he hadn’t been intimidated into feeding information or supplies to some foreign power, potentially by doing some intimidating themselves. It seemed important at the time, when they made plans to secure invitations to a ball they’d knew he’d be attending. It had seemed important when she’d stayed up the night before sewing hidden pockets into the folds of the dress she’d be wearing so that she would have some way of smuggling spell components in with her. In fact, it had seemed important up until Raini looked up toward the source of commotion across the ballroom and found herself staring at a tiefling who had absolutely no right to be here. She’s wearing a starch pressed naval uniform -admiral, at least, and almost certainly stolen- that looks like it was made for her, golden buttons and unearned medals gleaming in the candlelight, boots that hug her calves like it’s their damn job, head thrown back as she laughs at something she said-- Raini’s eyes widen then narrow, shocked then indignant that this criminal had the gall to show her face here. They make eye contact seconds later and Raini scoffs at the way the pirate’s eyebrows shoot up at the sight of her. And then she has the audacity to wave? A lazy, two fingered acknowledgement that has Raini glaring daggers in return and setting aside the champagne she’d picked up so that she can stalk across the room to give the pirate a piece of her mind. The pirate seems to have the same thought, and excuses herself from the conversation she’d been having to intercept Raini halfway. Her cocksure grin has only widened by the time their paths collide, and she effortless cuts off the scathing diatribe Raini had at the ready by extending her hand as an invitation to dance, and raising an eyebrow as a challenge to refuse. Raini, at a loss for words for one of the first times in her life, huffs and crosses her arms, turning up her nose in disdain. The audacity! The gall! The sheer impudence, it’s- It’s staggering. ...still. Raini’s eyes cut back to the fit of the pirate’s stolen uniform, to the shine of its gilding and her buffed leather boots, to the way she holds herself with the confidence that she has every right to be here and every expectation Raini will agree to dance. It’s absolutely infuriating; it’s the hottest thing Raini’s ever seen in her life. The pirate’s hand is warm when Raini takes it, and the hand that settles low on her waist is even more so. The hand that slips around to the small of her back when the song finishes, turning her toward the open glass doors that lead out to a well-manicured, dimly lit garden sets a similar heat burning across her cheeks, and the hands that lay her out in a dark corner of the garden and creep up her thighs under the hem of her dress are a searing, white hot. 26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex? Raini enjoys the chase! The flirting, the banter, the circling around one another and drawing each other in inch by inch until one of you caves and makes the first move. She loves feeling eyes on her back even though she acts like she doesn’t notice, loves feeling her own pulse begin to race and knowing that across from her Ecstasy’s is doing the same. She loves watching the edges of Ecstasy’s grin go sharp, watching her tail lash against the floor, while all the while she’s carrying on their conversation like nothing has changed. She loves the way her robes start to feel too hot, too heavy, and the way Ecstasy’s gaze tracks her movements as she reaches up to pull the collar open just a bit wider. The brush of a hand on her waist when the tension becomes too much, a silent order to follow to somewhere more private so you can both make good on everything your flirting promised. The sex is good, without question. But the build up? The anticipation? The Showmanship? That’s how you get repeat customers! She also loves getting her pussy ate to the point that her thighs tremble and resent having to hold her up afterward, but really who wouldn’t? Nothing hotter than your sexy pirate girlfriend fucking you senseless then coming up for air, face wet from nose to chin, wearing an absolutely shit eating grin.

#brilliance #dia #rainivere #amnesia campaign #celebreultimaverba #YES I cheated with the semicolons for the vow one idk how I'm supposed to just write 'one line' like wtf even is that #DIDN'T write that brilliance prose in second person and yes i WOULD like a medal for it #also there's a mini epilogue to that bit that undermines the energy of the question so I'm putting it in the tags but #'she wakes up in the middle of the night with a warmth pressed against her back and soft breath against her hair'#she sighs but slowly reaches back to drape an arm over sienna's waist before drifting off again‚ secure knowing they can fix things tomorrow #GAY hours!#answered

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years ago

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 6

[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]

Word Count: 6.7K

A/N: I am now inspired to write again because a tweet said that Disney+ had hella issues on the date it dropped and 10 million people still stuck around to watch it. I’m taking that same energy with me.

“Mara, I won’t ask you again.” Erik says sternly. Kimara looks around casually, glad that they are at least located in a public place...though he still doesn’t seem to care.

“MARA!” Erik barks.

“Don’t cause a scene! Damn, you have absolutely no common sense!” She hisses as an elderly white couple looks away and walks faster down the path. A breeze starts to pick up in the air, causing the treetops to dance in the distance.

“Really? All I got is common sense when I hear you tryna pull a fast one on me. And to bring someone I respect in on this, that’s fuckin low!”

Kimara adjusts her seating on the bench as the metal digs into you thigh meat. “Respect?? Oh please, you were just knocking him on some petty shit last week! And I didn’t mean to! Ok? I’m sorry!”

“For what? I need specifics, lay out the entire situation for all the other nosy white folks walkin round the park today. They wanna see someone act a fool, I’ll give it to them if you keep pussy footin around.” Erik leans back on the bench, spreading his chest wide with pride as he stares her down. She can’t stand him.

Kimara lets out a sigh, laying one hand on his inner thigh for extra focus. “I am sorry...for putting you through so much pain and agony. I know how much the relationship means to and I shouldn’t have put it in danger by getting myself involved without talking to you first. And even then, I should’ve known better. I couldn’t even enjoy it without thinking about you and what you would think. So...never again. I promise.”

Erik scratches his chin, bouncing his leg before dipping his head down to look at Kimara over his fake gold rimmed eyeglasses with matronly contempt. “Long as you learnt never to watch Euphoria without me, we good.”

Kimara squeezes his leg, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God. You really bout to cut me over Fez and Rue huh?”

Erik sits up, clapping his hands together. “They are the true OTP if I ever seen one. They ain’t even gotta be intimate or whatever, just the fact that someone been through her journey and is now doing everything to help clean her up while the forces of small white town bullshit enable her is...poetry dawg.” Erik leans back shaking his head in awe.

“Babe, you are sappier than a maple tree in the summertime.” Kimara shakes her head, the loveliness of their conversation filling her head like a delicious fog she didn’t want to ever see the end of, but Erik’s lunch break was almost up.

Erik kisses her softly, making Kimara wipe the transfer of her gloss off his lips.

“Uh uh! Don’t worry bout all that baby. If that shit makes your lips as good as I like, I could use some too.”

“You so stupid!” Kimara cackles as they both get off their bench and walk side by side: his hand on her hip, her arms locked around his waist with one ear to his chest.

“This was nice.” Erik says distantly, more to himself than to her.

Kimara cranes her face toward his. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, just to not think about any of the bullshit we’ve had to deal with, enjoy God’s creations out here in the gentrified park. I feel like a damn retiree with stock and bonds and 401K real fat.”

Kimara settles in step with him again. “But you have all those things…”

“But I ain’t retired! White America don’t want a nigga to retire. Swear everything would go belly up if Black folks could live off of the fruits meant for them. They’d burn the whole damn thing down before that would happen.”

Kimara rubs his back to settle him. “Peaceful thoughts, remember?”

Erik’s chest expands and caves. “Aight. But real life is literally around the corner, so as much as I would like to have you in my office, I got shit to take care of.” Erik takes her chin and lifts her face up to his. “My Mara, My Mara…”

“...I’ll never be farther.” Kimara says with only slight embarrassment beause their little saying is so damn cute. Erik used to do cute rhymes with her name around the quad whenever she got down on herself or he thought he had her on the ropes to giving in to him. Rarely worked, but constantly appreciated. “I gotta go get some extra stuff for our dinner party later this week, so hopefully I won’t be too long at the studio. We got a new artist laying down a demo that should be pretty fire.”

Erik puts a fist to his mouth excitedly. “Oh worm? Finally my lady finna be the new M-M-M-Maybach Music!”

Kimara rolls her eyes. “I’ll be more than that! I got about two songs on there I’m getting writing credit for. I may wind up on the radio and you don’t even know it. But you’ll know them checks!”

Erik couldn’t smile harder if he had hooks in his mouth. “Your passion got you going off! Nothing wrong with it either, you deserve it. It’s been a long time coming.”

“It has. So, go on so I can make this deal happen.”

They locked fingers until distance forced them to break their grip. Erik waves off Kimara as she saunters up the path to the main road. His chest swelled with pride over his lady, she’s always been one of a kind. Her happiness is his happiness, without question. As he walked away, across the exquisitely decorated post modern/art deco lobby, to the elevator to the 33rd floor to his office, a cloud of dread weighed back on him that only got better with the help of Alaina. If she wasn’t his partner on this revamp project with Boeing, he’d be shitting himself on a regular.

Erik walks by a conference room, stopping short of turning the corner of the glass walls. He opens the door and peeks inside to see his friend hunched over a laptop, jumping slightly in her seat as he came across the room towards her.

“Damn, Erik! Why do your big ass feet step so lightly? Almost gave me a heart attack!” She breathed out a ragged sigh of relief.

Erik pulls out a chair to sit down, chuckling at her expense. “My bad, I just had to come in when I seen you slaving away in here. Figured you could use a distraction.”

Alaina smooths her hair back in her bun, her nude colored mouth in a tight, closed smile.

“I WISH you were a distraction for me, but unfortunately this involves the both of us. While you were on break, Asshole and Son recommend we draft a final proposal for the FAA to approve.”

Erik sat shocked. “What? Fuck, I mean that’s fucking crazy but kind of exciting too, right?”

She wags her finger. “Don’t forget we are only the field niggas round here. It sounds like an honor but in the end I am sure little Leave it to Beaver will be taking all the credit his daddy can send his way in order to keep the big wigs in good graces within the family.”

Erik taps his fingers on the deep wooden table, thinking. Would they really double cross him that far? Bringing him in on a project to mentor the bosses son only to pull the rug up under him and make him look like player two?

“That’s so damn white, sounds right.” Erik sighs in somewhat disbelief.

Alaina shrugs. “Told you. And until I hear it from him otherwise, that’s what I’m going to assume.” Alaina sighs and stretches her shoulders before going back in on the keyboard.

Erik furrows his brow. “If that’s it, then why are you still working on it? Don’t you wanna pack up and move on? You were brought here special for this, your time is wasted the most.”

Alaina’s eyes cast a ‘nigga please’ gaze on Erik. “Mr. Future Baby Fava, I think our time has been equally wasted. But guess what isn’t cut for my time here? My pay: which is double what I make at my primary while I’m here so…” She slowly leans over to grab Erik’s wrist. “...until I hear the fat white man sing, we’re gonna work on this project for as long as we can to milk that cow til it lays a golden goose egg and rolls the tortoise to the finish line!”

Erik scoffs. Alaina’s antics are half the reason Erik can’t quite distance himself from her. She has a liveliness that he’s kind of missed lately. “Man, you a trip and a fifth. But I like your style. Might as well get it done then.”

“Oh fuck that, I’m done for the day.” Alaina crisply closes her laptop, packin it under her arm and grabbing her case with the other.

“Whatchu mean? I thought you said-”

“I worked through my lunch, like a boss ass bitch does. You gotta work yours off, so Imma leave you to it. Call me if you bleeding out your ears from stress: no less than that.”

Erik rolls his eyes as he gets up and watches her walk away. The woman is working his last good nerve on purpose, but he likes it. The job isn’t as boring or predictable with her around. Now he just has to show her who the superstar has been all this time. If he works hard at this, it won’t be for these fat cats, it’s gonna be a bonafide competition and he ain’t scared to fight a girl.

—

At the studio, Kimara finishes up a session with a local up and coming artist named Delilah. Sweet girl, comes across very introverted until a mic is in front of her. Kimara appreciated her vibes and talent, baby girl is on trend so long as she stays cute she is bound to be noticed. Kimara ends their session a little early, wishing her well when it was time to wrap.

Kimara felt like the studio was her second home most of the time but today she had to get to her real home REAL quick to get dinner prepared. Tonight is the double dinner date with T’Challa and his boo of the moment. She kept trying to get ahold of Erik for help with ingredients but he kept leaving her on read.

Rick, the studio owner caught Kimara before she was able to get out the door.

“Hey Rick I know I cut things early, but I don’t have a lot of time unfortunately. I have dinner to take care of tonight with some friends that is so damn important, you wouldn’t believe.”

Rick smiles a large proud papa smile. “Oh I won’t keep you, but this news might. Remember Peter Gafflin? Legendary alternative rock/country artist extraordinaire who really love you last time y’all were in the booth together.”

Kimara couldn’t forget that man from their last session. She hadn’t been exalted for her talent that highly since Petey Pablo came in that one time and promised her name would be on a Freek A Leek remix.

“Yeah, what about him?” She asks.

Rick could not help his smile to save his life. “He called me up earlier today, saying he is planning to go on the road soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. That happens often when you drop a new album.” Kimara says impatiently.

“Right. So he was thinking that you would hopefully be available to join him for some shows on his North American leg of the tour.”

Kimara stood there like the Men In Black just wiped her memory. “Are-are you serious? When? How? What would I do??”

“He wants you to SING for him like you did that day, background vocals and he thought a duet portion would be nice too. You know the song ‘Boys Aren’t Born on Tuesdays?’”

Kimara clutches her chest. “Oh my God, that song is so rich. And he wants ME to sing it with him?”

“Uh huh!’ Rick slaps her arm in congratulations, but Kimara could barely feel anymore.

“In front of thousands. Across America...oh my God!”

Rick and Kimara hug excitedly, so much so that Rick has to wipe his eyes a little. “So is that a yes?”

Kimara stopped cheering to finally think a little. “I mean, I don’t know. If this was any other time I would say yes, but...I have some obligation here. I’m deep into trying to start a family and settle a little.”

Rick makes a face of pity. “I understand, I know. And I hope you do get that. Just…”

“Just…” Kimara parrots.

“...it’s Peter Gafflin.”

“It is Peter Gafflin.” Kimara says disheartened. She had been waiting for years to get something off the ground with a top tier artist, but the universe had a funny way of timing.

“Did I mention how much pay is?” Rick muses.

Kimara fans herself with a newspaper as she watches the rolls baking in the oven. She is so thankful to have gotten dessert from the bakery, because she was over it with cooking. She checks her phone for the time: ten minutes til 7. Her notifications show nothing from Erik yet, though she texted him twice today reminding his to not forget them hosting T’Challa and his girl. Twice, Erik texted that he’s got her, but that was five hours ago, now who knows what the hell he is up to. It would be perfect to bring up her good news with him in front of T’Challa and his date, while he smiles up at her with a hand inconspicuous and possessively on her behind...

But the light and fluffy feelings for the evening were quickly dwindling. Before she could send a last threatening text to convince him to bring his ass, the doorbell sounds at the last sentence. Kimara curses out loud, grabbing her oven mitt to take out the rolls that are a perfect golden brown. She dabs her brow with a spare dinner napkin before clopping her way to the door.

Opening it with a flourish, Kimara opens her arms in excitement.

“You made it!” She says with a cheery song.

T’Challa looks at her fondly, his mouth slowly curling into a smile. Kimara warms up to seeing her friend at her doorway.

“I was going to say it has been too long, but time moves backward for you. You look beautiful.”

Kimara places a hand on her hip for emphasis, trying to withhold her joy in his compliment in the worst way. “Oh please, it hasn’t been that long. You cleaned up good too.”

Kimara always enjoyed the way T’Challa dresses like royalty without even meaning too, choosing pieces that elongate his lean body, squaring his wide shoulders to create a proud presence.

T’Challa places a hand to his date’s lower back. “Iman has been looking forward to this night all week.”

A smiling Iman holds out a bottle of Proseco. “T has told me so much about you and your husband. You all seem to be a pretty tight family.”

Kimara takes the chilled bottle and leads them inside. “Oh yes. We have all known each other for so long, I can’t imagine not having known them.”

Placing the bottle on the table, Kimara claps her hands anxiously. “So I have prepared us a nice little salad and a pork...uh...pasta ” Kimara’s mind goes blank trying to remember what it’s called, she had only Googled the recipe that day. Tapping her foot, fidgeting, Kimara gives up. “Hell, some type of pork and spaghetti with peppers and shit. It’s got cheese too, it’s good. LEGGO!”

T’Challa and Iman chuckle as they head to the dining room. “Well whatever it is it smells great! I know your man must be fat and happy living with you.” Iman gushes, pulling out her chair to sit at the table.

Kimara shakes her head humbly as the unwraps the foil on the proseco. “Lucky for me, he is pretty active at the same time so it sticks in the right places. If only he could actually BE in the right places when we schedule things that way. Oh shit, lemme find a cork opener.”

Kimara rushes into the kitchen slamming drawer after drawer looking for the elusive corkscrew. She slams the bottle down a little too hard in frustration and hears the vibration of her phone on the counter next to her.

“Do you need assistance, Kimara?” T’Challa’s steady, gentle voice says behind her. She turns to see his concerned face looking down at her, hands firmly planted behind him respectfully.

Kimara waves her hand in frustration. “Aht aht! It’s fine, don’t leave Iman alone in there!”

“She is fine. Are you?” He asks quietly while opening a cabinet above the sink.

Kimara opens her phone to look at her notification. “Been better. Rather not talk while I’m supposed to be entertaining you guys.”

“But-”

Kimara puts her phone down hard. “RAGU! It was a pork ragu! With basil fettuccine, ugh! DUH!” Kimara turns to see T’Challa holding the corkscrew in his hand.

T’Challa continues, ignoring her topic change. “You should let me know if he isn’t being good to you.”

Kimara takes the corkscrew in one hand, bottle in the other trying to maintain her blood from boiling. “No I don’t. I would discuss that with my husband.”

“And he is where?” T’Challa asks calmly as Kimara walks past him and back to the table.

“God, what a help your beau is, we can finally have a much needed sip sip, eh?” Kimara exclaims a little too happily, sitting at the table as she drills the corkscrew in.

T’Challa opens the glass serving dish to examine dinner. “This smells very good, I will fix a plate for you, Iman.”

“No! I should serve you, Mr. King! Move your hand from that spoon.” Iman gets up, swinging her hips happily from side to side, digging the serving spoon into the delicious mix of sauce, noodles, and meat.

T’Challa gives a shy smile. “I appreciate it greatly, thank you.”

Kimara jerks the corkscrew out of the bottle too hard, knocking the handle against the table, causing T’Challa and Iman to look at her with shock.

“Pop goes the weasel, right?” Kimara giggles as she pours a third of the bottle into her glass, half an inch from the brim. She takes ahold of her glass, taking a few hearty gulps.

“So! Tell me how are things with you all, still in the honeymoon phase?”

Iman finishes off her plate, settling in to eat. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Me and T are still kinda getting to know each other still, so I think honeymoon phase is a little too soon to call,” she says as she nervously scratches the back of her head as T’Challa just keeps on eating.

Kimara starts to feel warm, keeping mental note that the fucking must’ve halted between them. “Well there’s no need to rush at all. Relationships are so much damn work, it must be nice to cuddle up to a stranger every so often.”

Iman offers some wine to T’Challa who declines. “Have things been going well at the studio? Recording?”

“Oh yeah, more than recording actually. Sure, I just wish that I had the gumption to pull the trigger on doing some of my own shit. I got a lot of praise from artist and even the owner of the studio; I’ve known him a long time. But when it all comes down to it I just wonder what’s the point. That’s all gonna change soon though, no worries about me!”

Iman pouts with sympathy. “What do you mean?! You are a damn good looking lady and to have talent enough that people brag about, you gotta do something with it while you’re young and able!”

“I know I’m young and able. Well, I’m trying to start a family while I’m still young and able too.” Kimara mumbles, slumping in her chair.

“Oh! You are? Congratulations! From what little I remember from the night I met T, he seemed like a handsome guy with a good head on him. If he hadn’t brought us home, we may not be seeing each other now.” Iman’s hand disappear under the table to presumably T’Challa’s thigh, who looks over at her with kind eyes. “And that reminds me of your story. So T here got you and your husband together. What are the details on that?”

Kimara is two sips from the bottom of her glass. “Ohhh, that’s not dinner conversation unfortunately.”

Iman makes eyes at her. “Oooh, that scandalous huh? We all adults here, but I understand. Me and T weren’t very biblical our first night meeting so, hey.”

T’Challa wags a finger. “It’s not that, don’t be crass.”

Iman tuts at him. “I’m just being friendly, what’s the issue.”

“It’s a personal story. It should wait until Erik is here at least.” T’Challa offers.

Kimara puts her glass down, plate still empty or any dinner. “I don’t wanna bring that nigga up here anymore tonight, aight?”

Iman freezes mid bite as T’Challa sits up in his chair. “Kimara, please-”

“Uh uh! I’m in my house, I say what I want, I won’t be talked down to. Iman?”

Iman is still frozen.

T’Challa speaks up. “I’m just saying-”

“I’m talking! Iman? My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for months now, fucking like rabbits and I have yet to get pregnant. It’s gotten so I think he;s getting tired of fucking with me and now he is out ‘working late’. Now, he loves me because we have been through a lot to get to the point of being a married couple and he has had to prove himself loyal to me after...a lot of bullshit. But I ain’t got it in me to discuss play the Newlywed Game with you cuz hell if I know what my husband is up to anymore.”

T’Challa gets up from his chair abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor, stomping towards the kitchen.

Kimara starts to laugh out loud. “Oh shit, I think he’s pissed! Ohh, let me see what this is about…”

Iman sits up anxiously. “Do you need help?”

“No, no! I got him, he’s very reserved with his frustrations, so I can deal.” Kimara stomps into the kitchen. “Now what is up with you??”

T’Challa takes a towel off of a rack, folding it twice. “Did you need to unload on her like that?”

Kimara leans on the counter. “Sure, woman to woman. She seems to appreciate it.”

T’Challa opens the oven door, a plume of smoke billows out.

“Fuck! Oh noooo, my rolls!” Kimara exclaims, running to a window to open and fan out the smoke.

T’Challa puts the baking sheet to the sink. “I was trying to tell you I smell smoke.” He tossed the towel down making the sheet clang.

Kimara fans her face, coughing. “Oh, shit. I just forgot.”

“Mhm. You forgot your head this evening that’s certain.”

“What do you mean by that, T??” Kimara asks mockingly.

T’Challa glares at her. “If things weren’t going good, we could’ve rescheduled.”

“It’s funny you think I plan for my life to fall apart, cuz that is how it works right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no one means to hurt my feelings or make me feel like shit until it happens. You want me to be the perfect host. Erik wants me to be a good wife and mother when I can’t even get a bun in the ov-” Kimara stops short of the sentence. T’Challa hangs onto silence waiting for her to finish.

“T’Challa, what if this is all a sign? I burnt the rolls in the oven...because I can’t keep a bun in the oven? Like pregnancy? I can’t bake anything!!” Kimara wails as she covers her mouth crying. T’Challa goes over to her but stops short as Iman enters the kitchen.

“Hey, if everything is under control, I might head out.”

T’Challa looks back at Kimara then Iman. “Well, let me call you a ride.”

“Already did. Kimara, dinner really was good, I’m sorry to leave so soon.”

Kimara has her back turned, wiping her face before facing her. “Thank you for coming. You’re as nice as I heard.”

“I will walk you out then.” T’Challa offers as they leave Kimara in the kitchen. Her phone begins to ring, as she picks it up to find Erik’s name glowing on the screen. All she can do is silence it, she was in no mood to talk, otherwise she might have to make a Lemonade album about it.

Kimara goes back to her dining room table, sitting down to the bottle of wine. T’Challa comes back in, closing the front door behind him.

“Eh, eh. Put that down. Eat something instead.”

Kimara groans as she swallows one more gulp from the bottle before getting it snatched from her hand.

“I’m not feeling your vibes T’Challa, honest.”

“Vibes? Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yeah I do. That’s all I ever hear is my damn self.”

“You are not supposed to be drinking while planning a family, aren’t you?” T’Challa asks softly, sitting next to her.

Kimara sighs deeply. “I’ve done everything right. All I’m supposed to do is carry, I can’t even get there. God, I would kill for even a miscarriage, just to know that I didn’t completely fuck up my reproductive system!”

“STOP IT!” T’Challa’s voice booms between them, reverberating off the walls. Kimara sits upright, looking away from T’Challa’s face. His energy calms as he leans a little further towards her.

“You do not deserve to beat yourself up like this. Do you realize how far you’ve come in life from when I first met you to now? There is no one as smart or witty or brilliant as you that I can also put faith in as a friend.”

Kimara fidgets with her fingers. “Good thing Iman isn’t here to hear that.”

T’Challa sits back, taking a swallow of wine from the bottle himself. “I won’t edit my statement, but she is a nice girl.”

“I still like Nakia better.” Kimara says matter of factly.

T’Challa bristles at the name, looking into the distance. “Yes, I guess she is my kryptonite, however too flighty.”

They sit in silence for a beat.

“What about that night? What did it mean?” Kimara asks.

T’Challa’s brow furrows. “Which do you…”

“A few weeks ago? My car?” Kimara rubs her face roughly. “Ughh, I hope it’s not the wine talking but I swear there was a moment that felt like...a thing. Am I wrong?”

T’Challa does something he does not always do: he begins to stutter. It’s slow, without the skip, but a stutter nonetheless.

“I...Well...hmm,” He says before his mouth motions wordlessly.

“...T?” Kimara asks teasingly. “It’s ok!”

He looks her in her eyes intensely, like she just cursed him out. “Huh?”

Kimara shrugs. “We didn’t do anything so it’s ok. Don’t sweat. That’s why I’m glad we are friends cuz I know nothing bad happens when you’re around. No craziness, drama, you just bring me back down to earth with a good talk. It was just a moment. Gotta remember that.” Kimara pats his knee and gets up.

“Wait, so were you thinking of me in a way that night?”

Kimara sees a light flash across the curtains of her window. “Well, look at this. Daddy’s home.” Kimara comes back to the table to pick up plates. “T’Challa go ahead and have a good night. You don’t wanna be here when I’m throwing dishes into the sink until Erik comes in and has the nerve to ask what the fuck is wrong with me. When the whole nigga nerve of it all is that he would have the gall to think I’m wrong to begin with!”

T’Challa waves his hands heading for the door. “I am already gone.”

The early morning sun is extra bright as erik drives himself and Kimara to see their regular fertility specialist Dr. Tracy.

“I’m glad she was able to see us today.” Erik says.

“Are you?” Kimara asks while scrolling through her phone.

Erik scratches himself. “Ion know, I just…”

“What?”

“I mean...if we do this it’s like cool, we finna get a baby off top-”

Kimara tuts at him. “No! She said that it still isn’t guaranteed. We are good candidates but not to expect success right away.”

Erik lets out a groan. “Right, right. Can’t no shit come easy for me.”

Kimara looks at his profile as he drives, catching Erik looking out the corner of his eye. “What you lookin at me like that for?”

Kimara crosses her arms. “I’m just trying to figure out what to title your sob story in all of this. ‘I do what I want and when it don’t go like I plan I pout?’ Or ‘Fuck everything and everyone, I’m going through it but don’t ask me what’s wrong?’”

“Damn Mara! The fuck you gotta go there for? The minute I try and share something with you, you bite my fucking head off!”

“Watch yourself cursing at me! I ain’t in the mood for it, and I ain’t letting it fly like that today, ok? I don’t need this much excitement before an appointment.”

“Then don’t go nuts on me like you some damn comedian, roasting my ass. I’m here ain’t I?”

“Do you not wanna be?!” Kimara shrieks.

Erik goes silent, turning on the click of his turn signal. The tension in the car is sky high and although Erik doesn’t mind a fight, he knew not to act a fool in front of these doctors in this side of town.

Kimara leads inside to check in with the receptionist. As they sit in the lobby, Erik is glued to his phone the entire waiting period, fingers texting furiously.

“Why ain’t you holding my hand?” Kimara asks. “You always hold it while we wait.”

Erik looks over quickly and leans back offering out his hand. “My bad.” While the other continues to work double time on his screen.

“Who is...Alan?”

Erik jerks his phone back. “It’s not Alan.”

Kimara drops his hand. “Than who is it?”

“Work.” He says curtly, flipping to his Instagram instead.

“Is something wrong with the project you’re working on? Is Alan the one helping you?”

“Yes and no.” Erik says.

“Wait. It is wrong and Alan isn’t helping?”

“It’s not Alan!” Erik bellows before coughing to cover his outburst.

“Kimara?” Dr. Tracy says brightly with a smile, waving them back. Kimara smiles tightly back.

In her office, Dr. Tracy goes over the procedures and preparations for IVF, with all of the medical jargon, followed by some generous simplified explanation. It all sounded complicated and expensive but Kimara was grateful to hear about everything that could make her miracle possible.

“And Erik, you can be an awesome support by making sure to watch your alcohol intake, exercise, eat healthy, and avoid any environmental pollutants.”

“I was bout to watch that Chernobyl show; is that off the table now?” Erik asks.

“Erik, you ain’t got time for shit else, quit playing.” Kimara says with a little bark in her voice.

Erik laughs in a menacing tone. “Ok.”

Dr. Tracy looks between them nervously. “...we also provide counseling to couples during the process, as it can be difficult.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but he wouldn’t be able to make it.” Kimara says.

“Oh you speak for me now?”

Kimara shrugs. “If you ain’t there, how else can things go forward?”

Erik sputters in disbelief. “I won’t be getting like this in front of the damn doctor. Thanks, doc. I got the prescription and shit, let’s go.” Erik keeps talking under his breath as he leaves the office. Kimara gets up to leave

“Is everything ok between you two?” Dr. Tracy asks.

Kimara hesitates before saying it’s fine, nothing more than a couples spat. Erik may have been right about needing to change doctors. At least a new one wouldn’t know when things were wrong. This would just look like a normal interaction to fresh eyes.

Back at their house, Erik is reading the instructions for her shots.

“Says this supposed to help in producing eggs for you. Still gonna take a while though.”

Kimara sits silent watching her shows.

“Remember to mark down when you got your period last. Supposed to start doing these on your next cycle.”

Silence.

Erik folds the instructions up, standing from the dining room table. He comes up behind the couch, leaning next to Kimara’s ear.

“Nassau is this weekend, you know?” SIlence. “You picked us a real good spot to make our own magic down there. I think we need it.”

“WE need a lot more than a trip to an island. Erik, you still ain’t said sorry for a damn thing you said to me today.”

Erik scooches to one side of Kimara to face her. “What should I apologize for?”

“Embarrassing me? Not telling me about what’s going on with you and also not asking how things are with me? Being secretive and mean to me?” Kimara’s eyes begin to well up. “You ain’t talked to me without walking off mad in so long, I don’t wanna get used to it Erik! You didn’t used to do that!” Erik hooks one leg followed by the other over the back of the couch to sit next to Kimara, holding her hands tight.

“It makes me think about before you left for that damn military out the blue. You snapped on me back then too. You tryna go somewhere else again?”

“Hell no! That life is behind me, I got nothing but you and work to get through now.”

“So I’m a damn task?” Kimara mopes.

“No! Look: I don’t mean to say anything to make you think you boring because you’re not. You’re the most exciting thing in my life, and I love having you with me. Every time I’m reminded you’re my wife, I’m thinking how we should be on our damn tenth wedding anniversary instead of third. But I’m done and thankfully you’re not.”

“Then why are you doing me like this?”

“I-I don’t wanna force shit on you more than you can handle. I got things happening at my job right now that could make you think the worst, but I promise it’s not. And you don’t need that pressure right now.”

“Neither do you!”

“I can handle it. You focus on your dreams at the studio, and getting ready to host the biggest headed baby your womb will ever know.”

Kimara snorts thinking about this, looking down instinctively. Erik takes one side of her face in his hand.

“I wanna be more open but I don’t wanna cost you anything too. So until shit blows over, just know I got this. Be patient with me, and I promise to be more patient too.”

Kimara pulls Erik to her for a longing kiss, rubbing his face for comfort. She could feel he cares, but there was still so much gnawing in her mind, she just wasn’t ready to discuss. But there was one thing.

“One more thing though, before I call it forgiven and get to packing for the trip.”

“You still ain’t packed?”

“I’m asking the questions! Who is Alan?”

Erk sighs, dipping his head down before looking her in the face to answer. “Alaina.

“He’s a what?”

“Huh? No, Alaina. The name was Alaina not Alan.”

Kimara’s face draws up inquisitively. “And...she is?”

“My partner for the project I’m working on. They recruited her from another region and-”

“That’s who you spent the night with instead of dinner with T’Challa and me and his girl?” Kimara asks.

“I came home! Don’t make it sound like that, it was a late night. Ole dude I work for keeps piling shit on me and deadlines-”

Kimara waves her hands in front of him. “It’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ok!” Kimara smiles. “Seriously, I trust you. You said works been beating your ass, and I know you wouldn’t be looking all sour if you were getting some ass on the side, so I think I can trust you aren’t cheating.”

Erik stared at her speechless before nodding and agreeing.

“Plus, we tryna have a baby and I know you wouldn’t mix shit up with her when all that seed is mine, like that would be wasteful.”

Erik growls in his chest, leaning over her, nose to nose. “Say that again.”

Kimara holds back her smile, rubbing his chest. “Your seeeed is miiiine. Don’t waste it.” Kimara bites his lip at the end of ‘it’, catching him of guard, but not enough to lay her out legs spread quicker than she could blink.

“Wait wait, Erik. I can’t!” Kimara says, half giggling.

“Whatchu mean?? You playing with a dog and get afraid when you get the bark? Quit playing and get them draws off.” Erik pulls at her bottoms.

“No! Wait! I mean it, I’m cramping and shit. I don’t want nothing near my pussy right now.”

Erik moans out loud in frustration, plopping backwards on the couch, erection pushing at his sweatpants.

Kimara lowkey loved making him wait, period or not. It’s nice to see he still wants her, and no one else has his attention to fix his rather big problem throbbing in his pants.

“Erik? You never told me what you think about the tour.”

Erik exhales loudly. “Good idea, that’s finna kill my hard on real quick.”

“Erik!”

He sits up, pushing down on himself. “Mara, I want you to get your hustle goin, I know you been singin since way way way back.”

“Hold up, it ain’t been that long, makin me feel old.”

Erik bops her with his shoulder. “You know you been my Suga Mama.”

“Two months older Erik. Dassit!”

Erik looks at the floor, rubbing her knee. “I just don’t understand why you think it’s best to leave now. What Imma do without you for two months?”

“Whatever you been doin get home late at night.” Kimara says flatly.

“The project is almost finished, do I don’t know where that attitude came from.”

Kimara sits silent, not up for a fight, especially in her hormonal state.

Erik stares at her, testing her. He knows she wants to say more, she always does. “I got two more weeks on this, and it’s done. My workload is gonna be lighter, more boring, and I promise my time will be yours, but now you wanna leave, so.”

“But you understand why right? It doesn’t sound like you do. I don’t wanna leave you alone or stop trying, but...this is my dream!”

“Having a family is too right? That’s why all our time and money been revolving around everything related to that for almost a whole damn year. It’s fucking flaky.” Erik shoots back.

“Erik, you got to do what you wanted, right? This ain’t new with you! When you want something, you go for it, fuck anybody that gives a shit, it’s yours. I’m tired of being in the shadow of your shit, cleaning things up so you can have your peace. This is mine.”

“The fuck is you talkin about?? Is your PMS going retrograde or some shit?” Erik speaks over her in an agitated tone. Nothing Kimara said made sense anymore to him.

Kimara gets up, waving him off. “Eat my ass Erik, I said what I fucking had to say and I mean that shit.”

Masterlist

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#shakafic #black panther fic

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afterglow-prompts · 6 years ago

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a hundred dialogue prompts

hey all! awhile ago i decided that for every 25 sets put out, i’ll be doing mass prompts! i hope you enjoy this. i have each original prompt list linked in each number for your convenience. also, i’ll link the other ones below this note as soon as i put them out! thank you all so much!

this is going to be long lol, all prompts under the cut

fifty otp prompts

“That was my sarcastic voice.” “That sounded a lot like your normal voice.” “So I’ve heard.”

“I’m going to lose my last shred of sanity.” “You can’t lose what you don’t have.”

“I can’t tell if they’re enemies or lovers.” “Neither can I, but I can sure as hell say that they’re entertaining.”

“I’m going to need you to put on pants before we do anything else.” “I am wearing pants!” “Male booty shorts in the dead of winter do not count as pants.”

“Do you want to know what you’re feeling right now?” “And what would that be?” “Absolute stupidity.”

“Even if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why this won’t work.”

“I’m going to need about six more cups of coffee before I lose the nerve to do this.”

“I may act like an angel, but I’m definitely not Cupid. Do you know why? First, I can hardly find a date for myself. Second, my butt only looks semi-fabulous in a diaper.”

“See, someone thinks I’m funny!” “Well statistically, someone has to.”

“Both of you have been glancing at each other for the past two fucking hours when the other isn’t looking. Will you please make out already!”

“I read a lot of fanfiction. Trust me, I know how this will turn out.”

“Don’t put money on me losing, you dipshit.”

“Stop fighting over her, we don’t have time for a love triangle right now!”

“I’m the world champion of laziness. I’d go and grab the fake belt my parents made as a joke, but it’s all the way upstairs.”

“Let me help you, I know you’re not that strong.” “I’m strong enough to carry your corpse into the woods, so I suggest you shut up.”

“People say I act like I don’t care. It’s not an act.”

“My feelings for you are like the colors of the night sky, blinding, beautiful, and seemingly endless.”

“I can’t tell them I’m writing the love notes, they’ll kill me!”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with them, it kind of just happened.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“Are you allergic to happiness?” “No, but I’m allergic to your stupidity.”

“You can’t lose weight by running away from your feelings.” “I can damn well try.”

“You should apologize.” “Fine. Unfuck you or whatever you want me to say.”

“I could hurt you if I wanted.” “So could a dedicated duck. You’re not special.”

“I’m here to save you, of course.” “Sorry to ruin your fantasy, but I don’t need to be saved.”

“My mood is currently screaming into oblivion.”

“Are you okay?” “No, next question.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “Coincidentally, that’s where I came from.”

“Why for the love of everything good and holy are you screaming like your ass is on fire?”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

“This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!” “What about the time where-.” “Let’s not do this!”

“Sorry I hit you, my first instinct was to attack.” “You didn’t know it was me?” “Oh, I knew.”

“You need to lay off the caffeine.” “Do that and you might need to lay off your life because I will make it a living fucking hell.”

“You made me chocolate chip cookies? How thoughtful! You are the best person ev-. OH MY GOSH. THIS HAS RAISINS IN IT YOU ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW I HATE RAISINS GET BACK HERE.”

“There are 1,013,913 words in the English language, but I could never string them together to accurately enough to explain how much I want to hit you with a chair.”

“I love you dearly, but I am going to shove you into a trash can the first chance I get.” “Fair enough.”

#10

“If you take that cupcake, I will hit you with a chair. Repeatedly.” “Don’t do it. They’ve done it to me before.”

“Be polite.” “Go fuck yourself.”

“Sing this with me or I’ll kick your ass.”

“When every door around you is closed, kick one in with brute force.”

#11

“I dreamed about you last night.” “I’m just the pizza delivery guy. Please sign the receipt and let me leave.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘pick your battles’?” “Yes, and I pick all of them.”

“I will not hesitate to strangle you.” “Can you even reach my neck?”

“I hate you with every inch of my being!” “That’s not a lot of inches.”

#12

“For fuck’s sake, stop, stop talking about yourself like that! It makes me sick!” “Why? You don’t care!” “The fuck I don’t! I love you. Every single part of you.”

“Breathe for me, my darling. You have to breathe to live.”

“This unworthy heart of mine will always be yours, do not forget that.”

“A warrior without scars is either play-acting or very, very good.” “Who said I didn’t have scars?”

#13 (what is it with me and the terrible angst?)

“C’mon, they’re only a few scratches.” “You were in a car crash you insolent little shit!”

“I thought I lost you. Do you have any idea, even a minuscule one, on how much that hurt me?”

“Don’t you dare lie to me. Not about this.”

“Giving away love never hurt anyone.” “But if you give away too much, what is left for yourself?”

#14

“You are the human version of a migraine.”

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” “It’s Monday.” “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?” “How tall are you?”

“I may be a mechanic, but I can’t fix stupid.”

#15

“Why do you have a picture of your dog on the top of your tree?” “Because he’s the brightest star ever.”

“It’s Christmas!” “Yeah, it’ll also be your death date unless you let me go back to sleep.”

“And you put a picture of Dwayne ‘the Rock’ Johnson in my stocking because?” “Because I couldn’t find any coal or other rocks so I put that in there instead.”

“Christmas is overrated.” “There’s the door, I think it’s time for you to go through it and leave.”

#16

“You really think you can beat me at Mario Kart? I have spent years studying the game and developing my skills. I spent hours upon hours training until my hands cramp. Even my TV is judging the amount of time I’ve spent playing, and you think you can beat me? Let’s fucking go.”

“Shut up? Shut up? I haven’t shut up for seventeen years and I’m not about to start now!”

“Um, did you tell me it was impossible to sing along with a guitar solo? Stand back. Your insurance doesn’t cover blown minds.”

“My songs are lost on you. You simply don’t know how to enjoy them.”

#17 (this is my most popular prompt list & it is full of the fluffiest prompts)

“Did you just kiss me?” “Was I not supposed to?” “I don’t know, but could you do it again?”

“I might be in love with you.” “That’s great to hear since I am in love with you.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“You missed. Your lips were supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.”

#18

“You’re really good at Mariokart.” “You say that like you’re surprised. It’s almost like I didn’t train for years to be the best.”

“I need to be twenty times hotter than I am right now.” “Twenty times zero is still zero.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being arrogant or ignorant.” “Both, probably.”

“Let’s not do this.” “What could go wrong? We’re all wearing helmets and the shopping cart is fully padded!”

#19

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” “Well if I didn’t have sarcasm, I’d have to flat out tell people that they’re an idiot. My mother raised me better than that.”

“It’s what’s on the inside that’s beautiful.” “Oh yeah, my intestines are blushing up a storm right now.”

“Why are you laughing at a picture of a potato?” “It reminded me of you.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult, you unimaginative dishrag?”

#20

“Get over here, being apart of the group means being apart of group hugs.”

“My pants may be down around my ankles, but judging by your blush, I look very attractive in my underwear.”

“I’m sorry for all the stuff I said.” “And the punch to the jaw?” “No, you definitely deserved that.”

“Bad things keep happening to me. It’s like I have bad luck or something.” “No, the reason you have bad luck is because you’re a dumbass.”

#21

“You have beautiful eyes.” “Thanks, I need them to see.”

“Fuck off, it’s three in the morning.”

“Definitely not my finest hour.” “Do you think?”

“We do not have time for theatrics, move your ass!”

#22

“I have updated my list of people I trust and things I believe to NO ONE and NOTHING.”

“Do you think I have anger issues?” “Well, I wouldn’t call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.”

#23

“Don’t underestimate us.” “Our team motto is maybe we’ll get lucky this time.”

“What am I allergic to?” “Blueberries, roses, and the full spectrum of human emotions.”

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my fault.” “But aren’t you the one who set the kitchen on fire?” “How was I supposed to know that a slim jim is flammable?”

“Fuck off.” “It’s always nice to feel wanted.”

#24

“As the saying goes in Shakespeare’s time, goest fucketh thyself.”

“I am sixty percent water, twenty percent mountain dew, twenty percent pizza, and one hundred percent swag.” “That’s two hundred percent.” “I’m twice the person you’ll ever be.”

“Go crawl up Satan’s ass.”

“I wish I was one of those people who thrives on the danger of leading a double life. You know, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, Hannah Montana.”

#25

“Why must you attack me with your words.” “Do you want me to use rocks?”

“On a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.” “No, what the fuck, I’m a ten.”

“You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

“It’s been a long week.” “It’s the middle of a Monday.” “As I said, it’s been a long week.”

#mass dialogue prompt batch #dialogue prompts

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quintessence-sentimentalist · 5 years ago

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Caleb, Peter, the Oracle/Himerish and Yan Lin for the ask game.

Alright, after a VERY unexpected hiatus (for which I wholeheartedly apologize), I’m finally back with responses to the ask game I reblogged with the expectation of answering much sooner.

Answers below the cut, with the exception of favorite photo (I just didn’t have the time to search through both comics and cartoon to find the best ones).

Caleb

• favorite thing about them:

I guess the fact that he pulls off Badass Normal pretty well, surrounded by all of these powerful women. He can still hold his own in a fight, and managed to coordinate a successful rebellion in a world long under tyrannical rule. Also, can’t forget the literal dream-guy aspect of his initial comics characterization.

• least favorite thing about them:

On the animated series side, I really dislike the toxic masculinity and sexism fueling his characterization, which was especially prominent in season 1 (and thankfully waned as the series went on). Which I guess is also my problem with him in the comics, except that trait came out of the blue well into his time in the series and served the sole purpose of breaking up his relationship.

• favorite line:

I do like the first romantic scene between Caleb and Cornelia, so I’ll go with his speech there.

• brOTP:

Listen, “D is for Dangerous” is one of my favorite episodes of the animated series, so Caleb and Matt is always a favorite relationship. He also has a fun relationship with the girls in season 1 (when he’s not being all “Ugh, girls”), and I do like his comic partnership with Vathek.

• OTP:

I don’t really ship them actively, but Cornelia and Caleb have a fun dynamic in the animated series, and the initial concept of them in the comics is really sweet.

• nOTP:

I’m not a fan of Elyon/Caleb for a number of reasons, and with the way CxC ended in the comics, I just don’t see there being a good way for them to get back together later on, so I really don’t ship Caleb with anyone after about issue #20.

• random headcanon:

Well, my knee-jerk reaction here is that cartoon-verse Caleb would find one unusual—by his peer group and personal characterization’s standards—hobby and be amazing at it and honestly enjoy it. Like in “Divide and Conquer” we got natural snowboarder Caleb because the sport had a Meridian counterpart, for a hot second he played a guitar on the school roof, and then “D is for Dangerous” was rife with his inability to understand Earth teenager things. So based on all of that, I’m thinking he’d somehow latch onto some activity that’s quiet and leisurely—because the guy needs it, he’s basically been raised in and for battle since conception—but still involves some skill and concentration. Something that can help him take his mind off things but also be productive, allowing him to create something fun and useful.

Basically, this is my roundabout way of saying that I had the mental image of Caleb taking up knitting and being great at it, maybe making the girls shawls and scarves for Guardian business in colder climates (because Kandrakar knows that the uniforms don’t offer optimal coverage). There’s just something comforting about the repetition to stitching, where he can either tune out to everything or focus on something else while his hands still work the needles without interruption. It makes even war rooms for the latest universal threat less of a stressor for him, and oh no I think I’m attached to this concept that started as a stray thought based on one of my own hobbies.

• unpopular opinion:

Mm, maybe just the fact that he’s not my favorite love interest in either media, even when on his best behavior? In terms of ship-related stuff, I most frequently see CxC as the popular canon pairing, and while I’m glad to see the love for them (means that this series overall is getting the love it deserves!), I’m personally just neutral and can’t really muster up any strong feelings. I pretty sure that’s just a ME thing, because many a time I’ve just been chill with major canon pairings, not really caring either way, while I’ll positively be clutching my heart and wanting to cry over my tiny canoe of a minor or even wildly non-canon pairing. So I’m totally down with and supportive of Caleb/CxC fans, even if I don’t feel what they do as potently.

• song i associate with them:

I feel like I use this song for every “enduring fight against evil” situation, but I’m still going to go with “The Good Guys” by the Elms (and of course, I can’t find a YouTube link for it…). I just feel like it captures the weariness of leading a rebellion against an oppressive superpower—especially in the days before the Guardians’ involvement—and the fact that Caleb is just a guy fighting without any powers. “When all you got is a single shot/You do the best job that you can/’Cause it’s a long road for a simple man.”

Peter

• favorite thing about them:

Look, he’s just a really great guy all-around. Best older brother, caring boyfriend, good friend, and the coolest dude who’s simultaneously a complete dork.

• least favorite thing about them:

I’m just going to go with the fact that he really doesn’t have any character in his short time in the animated series except to be a) Taranee’s brother (without really seeing anything with their relationship) and b) Caleb’s short-lived romantic foil for Cornelia.

• favorite line:

Not so much a line as a particular scene that sticks in my head as an iconic Peter moment, and it’s just this one comic image of him balancing on a kitchen chair like it’s a surfboard, excited that Taranee got accepted for the Redstone exchange program because it’s a “surfer’s paradise.” Like he’s super proud of his little sister for her achievements, but he’s also very much a surfer dude dork who’s going to geek out over some choice waves and get yelled at by his mom for standing on the furniture.

• brOTP:

He is the BEST big brother to Taranee, so of course that has to be my top choice.

• OTP:

Peter/Cornelia deserve so much more love than what I’ve given them in the past, they’re precious.

• nOTP:

I don’t really have one, at least not a specific one? PxC is the only thing I know in terms of Peter shipping.

• random headcanon:

In the instance where he finds out about the Guardians, I imagine he’d be like the Team Mom (or Best Boyfriend, in Cornelia’s case). Much like his sister, he’s not going to be pleased with the Council and what they put the Guardians through—really, if you throw Judge Cook in here too the three of them would probably put the entire establishment on trial and win. But in the meantime, until definitive change can be made, Peter devotes his time to making sure the girls are taken care of and maintaining a proper balance between their two lives. He’s probably there with cookies and hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets after every rough mission, letting the Guardians finish the initial debrief before ushering them to a mandatory movie night or something to decompress. Date nights with Cornelia invoke a firm no-Guardian-business clause, where all conversation is on everything but and any lingering concerns are checked at the door, where they can remain for a few hours.

It’s just… this is Peter’s sister and girlfriend and their best friends, and it’s in his nature to be a very chill, caring dude. If pre-New Power Matt was ecstatic about providing support by running interference while the girls are away on mission, then I imagine Peter would be the go-to guy for emotional support after a battle.

• unpopular opinion:

Mmm, just as a stray thought, I guess I’d have liked to see more of him in the animated series? Not sure if that’d be unpopular, but given the fact that CxC have something of a better relationship there than in the comics and Peter was pretty much introduced into that canon for the sole purpose of a love triangle, I thought it might be. So yeah, I’d have liked to see cartoon Peter some more—give me the good brotherly moments with Taranee, and I’d be curious to see a platonic friendship with Cornelia (and maybe even Caleb) assuming endgame CxC.

• song i associate with them:

Because I’m such a cheeseball, we’re going with an era-appropriate selection in “Catch Your Wave” by the Click Five, a song I still unabashedly love nearly 15 years later (and consider criminally underrated compared to the popularity of “Just the Girl”). Chosen partly because of the ‘00s feel and partly because Peter is a surfer, and frankly I think he’d be enough of a cheeseball to sing this one for Cornelia.

The Oracle/Himerish

• favorite thing about them:

I do enjoy that the “Trial of the Oracle” arc humanized him a bit. I feel like it’s not often that you get to see such a higher-power character be brought down a bit and not only reveal their more normal past, but have them return to it for a time. It was an interesting change of perspective, both as a reader and for Himerish himself.

• least favorite thing about them:

Probably everything related to the “these are young teenagers fighting your battles and enduring what will almost certainly be lasting psychological trauma (given the prior generation, where, FYI, one of them killed another and you just kind of locked her away and let two of the distraught survivors be banned from your sky fortress for eternity because they dared question your judgement in expression of their trauma from losing two best friends to this madness), and you’re still going with this, huh, Himerish?” situation. We’re not going to delve into that any more because we will be here for a while.

• favorite line:

Oh, I can’t remember which arc it’s from (the end of Book of Elements, maybe?), but there’s this one sequence where Himerish and Yan Lin are simultaneously (yet separately) getting ready for a celebration and having a bit of fun with it, and Himerish jokingly looks at his reflection and says, “Maybe I’ll get a haircut!” I’m just laughing thinking about it, so we’re going with it.

• brOTP:

I mean, Himerish and Tibor (and Yan Lin) is the ultimate Kandrakar BROTP. Himerish also had a much more human relationship with the Guardians and Orube with the fourth arc, which I appreciated.

• OTP:

Uh, frankly not something I’ve thought of for him, so we’re going to pass.

• nOTP:

Again, not something I’ve considered, but I guess I’d say Oracle ships with the Guardians are not my thing?

• random headcanon:

Oh, he definitely kept that outfit with the baseball hat and the Cupid t-shirt. Both Tibor and Endarno almost had an aneurysm the first time he wore it to a Council meeting.

• unpopular opinion:

Ehn, well I guess I’ll go with the fact that even after Trial of the Oracle he’s still not one of my favorites. The arc definitely humanized him, a fact for which I’m grateful, but I’m still not huge into Kandrakar overall.

• song i associate with them:

You know, for someone who massively associates songs with characters and/or stories, this one was a really tough one. But I was trawling my music library and stumbled on Rascal Flatts’s “I’m Movin’ On” and it just slammed into me.

Now I know I largely don’t recognize the arcs post-Ragorlang, partially because I don’t know them well (having only read them once) and partially because what I do remember was bad, but I still have this lingering image of Himerish’s final page in the series, where he just quietly walks away and disappears from Kandrakar. I don’t remember the context of this in the slightest—like I can’t remember if it was his choice to leave (unlike during Trial of the Oracle) or if he was being called into question again—but I do just remember this silent sendoff, and seeing this song made me think of this scene. From the title alone, it’s very much a bittersweet goodbye kind of song and I’ve loved it for that purpose, which I think it serves perfectly here. Particularly the line “I never dreamed home would end up where I don’t belong”—for so long, Himerish had been synonymous with the position of Oracle and Kandrakar itself, yet as Trial of the Oracle showed us, he led a very different life prior to taking the title. The fact that he’s leaving (presumably by choice, because that’s the way my memory is leaning at the moment) just reads to me as him no longer feeling like he fits within the infinity of Kandrakar—the place that once encompassed the whole of his being—and knowing that it’s time to be moving on.

Yan Lin

• favorite thing about them:

She’s just the ultimate grandma. So very sweet and supportive to her granddaughter and her friends, and always the one to dispense wisdom. Also, she’s one of the few characters—if not the only—where I honestly can’t decide if I love her comic or animated counterpart more. They’re very different characters—comics Yan Lin is traditionally wise and kindhearted, while cartoon Yannie is the kind that will teach you an important lesson and then make some sort of witty comment and/or break out her old tennis racket that she found in the attic—but still so great.

• least favorite thing about them:

Hmm, maybe just how she had to watch one friend go power-mad, another get murdered by the first, and two get exiled forever from Kandrakar for saying this isn’t right, and yet she has no apparent fears or concerns about her granddaughter serving as a Guardian and running the same risks, amongst others? I get that Yan Lin would be proud at the very beginning because by the time the Nerissa arc happens everything was well out of the creators’ hands and thus nothing could be foreshadowed, but you’d still think that there’d be some level of terror once Nerissa awakens.

• favorite line:

Just because it’s in my head, I’m going with the aforementioned tennis racket bit from the cartoon. After she gives Hay Lin the map and Hay Lin questions if it’s because they’ve matured enough in their powers to handle the burden: “Nah, it was in the attic. I couldn’t find it. Found my old tennis racket too. [swings racket] FORE!!!”

• brOTP:

Honestly, I love Yan Lin as the honorary grandma for all of the girls. I’ll also say BROTP to C.h.y.k.n. (pre-everything awful, obviously), and Caleb and Yan Lin’s cartoon relationship, especially in season 1, is pretty fun too.

• OTP:

Well the animated series paired Yan Lin (or at least her Altermere) with Zacharias Lyndon, so I guess I’ll go with that.

• nOTP:

Don’t really have anything specific in mind?

• random headcanon:

Not really a headcanon, but I have to wonder what younger Yan Lin—particularly the animated one—was like with her (presumed) late husband. I mean, the woman was a literal force of nature in her youth and is uniquely wise in her prime, so what was the love story between her and Grandpa Lin? Was it more of an opposites-attract sort of thing—solid bedrock to her whirlwind—or was it more like-to-like?

Given Chen’s overprotectiveness in the animated series, my thought is he was the rational child of two eccentric spirits.

• unpopular opinion:

Granted, I don’t remember these arcs well at all to judge the execution, so this is based more on the concept: I’m not super into the Oracle Yan Lin idea. Not as a testament to her ability to do the job or anything, but it just doesn’t work for me with her character. While she’s had apparent faith in the Council and Himerish all along—even after Nerissa’s betrayal and Cassidy’s murder, the breaking point for both Kadma and Halinor—Yan Lin will always put her granddaughter’s safety first and foremost, as much as she can given the dangers of Guardianship. She’s gone out of her way and behind the Council’s back to get crucial messages to Hay Lin, and even smuggled the key to the Crown of Light to Will while Elyon was being held prisoner under Phobos-as-Endarno’s—AKA the new Oracle—rule. For as much as she outwardly believes in the laws of Kandrakar and the power of the Oracle, Yan Lin is not afraid to quietly go rogue and do what she knows is right.

That last point could arguably be a positive to Oracle Yan Lin—Kandrakar knows that plenty of modifications could be made to Kandrakar’s policies (i.e. the dangers of Guardianship)—except for the fact that Yan Lin’s stealth aid almost always comes as a last-minute, dire situation save. It’s not a preemptive way to diffuse the situation (which you’d think she’d want to do, given how maybe both Nerissa and Cassidy could have been saved if the Council had intervened sooner and with a better plan) when she comes to Hay Lin with the analogy about the oak and the rush, but a survival tip for when Will attacks the girls. Similarly, Yan Lin only gets the fragment of Elyon’s power to Will when she knows Phobos is hot on her tail and will take her out of the picture in mere moments. The fact that she only interferes when desperate times call could speak to her trust in the girls to handle things on their own, but it doesn’t bode as well for future change to the burdens of Guardianship that she could viably make as Oracle. Plus, the fact that her granddaughter is a serving Guardian almost certainly clouds Yan Lin’s actions—would she take similar actions even if it wasn’t Hay Lin’s life on the line?

And we’re going to stop there because that’s getting into different territory than I intended, but the short of it is I’m not into the concept of Oracle Yan Lin and much prefer her as the devoted Council member who’ll still sneak behind the laws of Kandrakar to protect her girls.

• song i associate with them:

First thing that came to mind was “Cassiopeia” by Sara Bareilles. Normally I’d say this is more of a Hay Lin song, just in terms of the star imagery and whimsical sound, but what sold me is the first line: “Come in close now, it’s time to tell a story.” And isn’t that the epitome of Yan Lin’s character! The revelation of the girls’ Guardianship, the Four Dragons—all of them start as stories that Yan Lin tells. So I guess it could still work as a Hay Lin song too, just within the frame of it as a story told by her grandmother.

#quintessential asks #thanks for asking!#and so sorry for the long delay!

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girlbookwrm · 6 years ago

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James Rhodes and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

THE MIGHTY ENDGAME REWATCH CONTINUES WITH IRON MAN 2

Typing this up the morning after The Roommate @goteamwin and I watched Iron Man Two and upon reflection, the movie is about 800x better if you think of Rhodes or Nat as the POV character, with Tony as the main villain -- because let’s face it, Tony is always the main villain of the Iron Man franchise (and other franchises too, sometimes)

ANYWAY ON WITH THE REWATCH.

Ivan Vanko hiding with his face in the corner, clutching a bottle of Vodka is extremely hashtag relatable. Also, is he feeding his dying father vodka-soaked ice chips? is this an old Russian folk remedy? The Roommate says: it’s a nice foil to CATFA: “ah yes. you haff procedure tyomorrow. make sure you haff plenty of vodka. stay nice and hydrated.”

hey we saw all this last time. back in the days when Marvel still felt the need to recap. now they’re just like “HOPE YOU DID YOUR HOMEWORK BITCHES.”

Tony Stark is dropping out of a plane, in a weaponized exoskeletal suit, over New York City, in 2010. I know he's Tony Stark , but he should not be able to do any of this. (but tbf presumably Pepper arranged this YEARLONG EXPO (holy shit) and Pepper Potts can do Literally Anything.)

The backup dancers feel like another callback to CATFA but this came out BEFORE CATFA so maybe the backup dancers are a callback to this???? but in-universe, it's the other way around???????

i mean of course Tony built a specialized gadget to test his blood toxicity but also TONY YOU BUILT A SPECIALIZED GADGET TO TEST YOUR BLOOD TOXICITY??? GO TO THE DOCTOR

is that olivia munn?

pooOOTERRRRR

IS THAT KATE MARA??

oh no gary shandling noooooooo

“he insists it’s a shield” ohohoHOHOHOHOHOHoho burn.

but no, actually a burn because it’s deffo a callback to the Great Works that Howard Stark Did.

RIGHT RHODES!!!!!!!

ah yes. an LG starkphone. before Vevo got their dirty paws all over the Avengers product placement money

it’s nice of JARVIS to sum this up for us. And So Snarkily!

seriously, Tony is giving away his worldly possessions, talking legacy, quitting his job... HOW DOES PEPPER NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE

Natalie Russian?

The Roommate points out that she hated ScarJo the first time she saw this, but now literally cuts her hair to look like ScarJo

this got me thinking about what this scene is like from Nat’s POV. She’s a KGB assassin, trained from (birth?? probably?) and she’s been with SHIELD no less than a year (if the Winter Soldier shot her while she was working for SHIELD in 2009)

And now she has to do this shit.

elon musk?

Tony literally looks HIMSELF in the eye and says: “You got any other bad ideas?” TONY IS THE VILLAIN OF THIS PIECE.

in what way is tony qualified to do this

Poor Nat. “Get close to him” they said. “evaluate him for the avengers initiative” they said. “a plush assignment” they said. fuck you nick.

Vanko: ~cool guys don’t look at explosions~

TONY YOU BROUGHT A CHAIR TO A WHIP FIGHT. TONY YOU’RE A HOT MESS. YOU LITERALLY ARE. YOU ARE ON. FIRE.

I love the way the iron man suits keep getting smaller. i feel like this is a real reflection of how technology has evolved in the real world -- keeps getting smaller and faster and more advanced.

good work to the blonde extra standing behind justin hammer she is giving 112%

Vanko in his budgie smugglers here. He had literally no plan? he’s just, like, making it up as he goes? actually, wtf was he doing on the racetrack anyway? he didn’t know tony would be there??

~cool guys don’t look at explosionsss~

So Vanko Sr got shipped back to Russia but Zola gets to stick around long enough to turn into a bank of computers?

RIGHT RHODES!

Q U E E N S

the scene where Nat’s helping Tony get ready for the party:

The Roommate: See this is why I didn’t like Natasha the first time she turned up. I thought she was going to break up my OTP. Like. What-- what’s she doing here?

Me: It’s a test. It’s all a test. It’s always a test. And Tony. Is. Failing.

Tony. what are you doing. tony. stop.

James Rhodes And The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, but also.

wwwwwow, rhodey is

Very.

Hot.

Tony yelling at his own reflection again, because he’s a strong independant protagonist who don’t need no villain he can be his own villain, clearly.

They crossed the streams!

Rhodey manages to make the Iron Man mask look Disappointed. *patrick stewart voice* ~acting~

eyyy! it’s that guy from IM1!

hey let’s make an aside here, because earlier in the movie Tony mentions Uncle Sam and let’s just all agree right here right now that Rhodey and Sam definitely know each other. They know each other before Sam becomes an Avenger. first time Steve brings Sam to the tower and Rhodes is there, it’s like “OH HEY MAN HOW ARE YOU? STILL FLYING WITHOUT A PLANE? GOOD TO SEE U DUDE.”

they’re going to get along so well with Carol I’m already excited

oh hey Fury’s here.

I love how proud Fury is of his daughter.

his adopted russian daughter. Such A Proud Dad.

“a vodka fueled rage” he says. “not a good environment to raise a kid in” he says. And what kind of environment was tony raised in?

“you can solve the riddle of your heart” they sure did make Samuel L Jackson say those words.

PHIL’S HERE

god i love phil

I love that Rhodes takes the arc reactor out before Hammer gets here.

“I call it the Ex Wife”

The Roommate: ugh of course you do.

I also love how deadpan he is. “I think I’ll take it.” “Which one?” “All of it.”

The Roommate: James Rhodes here, continuing to be Very Sexy. Don Cheedle is definitely sexier than Terrence Howard FIGHT ME.

Me: why would anyone fight you on that YOU’RE RIGHT

To answer my earlier question: A scotch-fueled rage.

Howard 2.0 being very Walt Disney here.

“I didn’t come here to apologize” MAYBE YOU SHOULD, BUDDY.

Pepper: No.

The Roommate: Pepper’s superpower is calling the authorities and saying no.

i love that pepper and nat are bros now, like. it’s like that story when the girl meets her boyfriend’s side chick and they become BFFs.

Tony figuring out the thing with the pavilions:

The Roommate: Tony really actually is smart, but it gets lost in all the bullshit.

PHIL’S HERE

Fanboy Phil.

“Not that much.” God I love phil.

B I C E P S

tony should always wear tank tops

always

side note: this is tesseract material, right? i mean we’re all agreed that the element that Tony rediscovers is whatever the Tesseract is made of. right?

Justin Hammer: Maybe I’ll get laid.

The Roommate: You Will Not.

Pepper and Nat in matching outfits I love this.

Ok as soon as that glass starts falling -- i mean. all these people are dead, right? everyone who came to the expo is pretty much dead now.

JAMES RHODES AND THE TERRIBLE HORRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

Pepper and Nat are the real dream team here.

“nice work kid” SO CUTE

OMG PROPERTY DAMAGE????

We Do Not Care for ScarJo’s Wig Here. This scene would’ve been so much better if she left her hair in that bun it was in earlier. her hair is all in her face all through this scene NAT WOULD NEVER BE THIS CARELESS, HAIR LIKE THAT IS GOOD FOR GRABBING AS EVERY WOMAN WHO HAS EVER WALKED IN THE DARK KNOWS

subnote: happy she does not require your assistance.

Tony and Rhodes are literally playing a video game here, they might as well be back at MIT in Rhodey’s dorm room playing call of duty or whatever game they played back in the day.

they’re crossing the streams!

The Roommate: I like the little vroom vroom noises the suit makes

“you deserve better”

Me And The Roommate: Yeah, she does.

“you couldn’t afford me.” Dat Ass, Tones. Dayum.

JAMES RHODES IS A NATIONAL TREASURE, GARY SHANDLING, GOOD OF YOU TO NOTICE

oh hey phil’s here

#the mighty pre endgame rewatch #iron man 2

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mu11berry · 6 years ago

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Otp Questions - Another Aveyond RhenxDameon meme

From @the-moon-dust-writings, I was tagged by @starlit-nyx for Rhen and Dameon and clearly I had to

1. Who is the happy morning person and who is grumpy and just wants to go back to bed? Dameon is the morning person, he gets up and makes breakfast and makes sure Rhen is warm and comfortable until she begrudgingly drags herself out of bed and asks him to braid her hair (and then he does haha)

2. Who falls asleep on the couch and who puts a blanket over them? I kinda said it already but Rhen falls asleep on the couch and Dameon tucks her in or carries her to bed. Buut also sometimes Dameon falls asleep on the couch and Rhen gets a blanket for him and massages his head, thank you

3. They end up going to a party? What couple are they? (Ex- Clinging to one another? Just there to steal some free food and leave? Both want to party?) Rhen likes parties and dancing and talking to everyone and all that, Dameon is more reserved and shy but her excitement makes him excited too and they definitely dance together and it’s definitely adorable, and also Dameon goes back and forth from the snack bar to Rhen like a million times probably because she wants to try everything XD

4. If they were in a zombie apocalypse AU, how would they meet? Idk anything about zombie apocalypse fiction so forgive my ignorance but Rhen would be the super hardcore hero type who’s seen stuff and can take down the zombies with anything at hand, like a chair or something, idk, while Dameon is the guy trying to make peace and reason with the zombies or something, and he was a nurse before the apocalypse probably and maybe together he and Rhen can find a way to reverse the disease and save humanity, and they meet when Rhen saves Dameon from a zombie he was trying and failing to reason with, aaannd darn, I’m really gonna have to add RhenxDameon zombie AU to my list, aren’t I? Yep, I am adding it. It is necessary.

5. Where is their number one date spot? Why do they love it so much there? A garden!! They love flowers and nature and peaceful places where they can see the sky and just be together and talk about silly things or important things or anything, and just enjoy each other. Plus Rhen can make them flower crowns so >.>

6. Who would be more likely to hug their partner and pick them up off the ground? Rhen does this to Dameon because she is a silly sap and it makes him laugh. Dameon does this to Rhen because he is also a silly sap and she is short and fun to carry and he likes to remind her she is his “highest” priority;D

7. If one partner isn’t the best at communicating their feelings, how do they show their feelings to their significant other in other ways? Rhen isn’t great with words but she is great at sword fighting and she protects Dameon from the monsters. She is also great at listening, helping, and kissing, haha. And she might not always know what to say, but she cares enough to try to say something even when it’s hard and that means a lot to Dameon. Dameon is better with words but he also is very good at knowing when to say nothing, and it makes me really happy to think of Rhen being able to have that kind of understanding, she deserves it<3 Dameon is also good at compliments and quietly doing things to help Rhen, and they’re both very good cuddlers.

8. How did they try to impress one other before they were dating? Rhen shows off her sword fighting skills but is also like, super self-conscious about it, like “why am I being so dramatic about this, it is just a snake for Aia’s sake, I am such an idiot-- is Dameon looking? Argh I am so dumb” and it is HECKIN cute. And Dameon is too shy and serious to consciously try to impress her but he does everything he can to make sure she is comfortable and safe, and also he finds himself telling a lot of lame jokes and he can’t make it stop haha

9. Who is being way over the top and dramatic and who just nods and cheers on their partner from the sidelines? Rhen is dramatic, Dameon cheers from the sidelines at first but her enthusiasm pulls him into it, too^_^

10. Where did they confess that they loved one another? I like the idea of it happening near Thais, because Thais is a new beginning for both of them in the game and it’s kinda poetic for it to be the beginning of their official defined relationship too^_^

11. What is something small, but cute they do for one another? (Ex - leave cute encouraging notes for one another on the counter.) Dameon gives Rhen flowers; my sister wrote me a oneshot once about Dameon always making time to pick a bouquet for Rhen and quietly putting it somewhere she could see and remember how loved she is<3 And Rhen sings for him when he has trouble sleeping. I headcanon her singing leans sharp and is off-key but Dameon thinks it’s endearing and listening to her is his favorite thing.

12. Who is the one who does the cooking while the other helps prep the food? Dameon does the cooking, Rhen chops up vegetables with her big sword and everyone else stands back XD

13. What is a memory they share together that makes them both laugh so hard they cry when they think about it? When Rhen, in a state of great agitation and excitement, without preamble or any previous planning or hinting of any sort, announced that she wanted to marry Dameon, and Dameon, in a similar state of excitement at the prospect, said “Me too!” XD Honestly that is so cute though, a big part of love and friendship is that sense of “me too,” like two people who share feelings and understanding, and it’s sweet and lovely as well as funny that they can have that phrase to represent them<3 It’s honestly my favorite proposal ever, in fiction or real life. Idk how Amanda came up with this but I am grateful

14. They are having a water balloon fight, who wins and how do they deliver the winning shot? Nobody wins, eventually they both just collapse to the ground laughing, both soaked through and covered in tiny colorful water balloon pieces. Later Dameon will say Rhen won, and she’ll be laughing too hard to argue. Yes, this is another fic which I will be needing, thanks for asking.

15. Who would give the other their jacket because it’s cold? Dameon gives Rhen his jacket, or his cloak or anything else he has, because even though I kinda see Dameon getting cold more easily then Rhen, Rhen would be the one to forget her jacket, and it is Dameon’s life mission to do what he can to help her be warm and happy<3

#aveyond #rhen pendragon #dameon maurva #rhenxdameon #fluffyaveyond #meme #thank you very much for the tag your majesty #this is a good meme I appreciate it very much

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[fanfic] Pieces of Belief: 1/1

Juudai rolled the maps up and tossed them back into their storage case before he threw himself into his chair and stared balefully at the tent opening.

“What’s taking so long?” He grumbled, leaning his head back. It should have been here by now. Was he going to have to kill more people to get taken seriously around here?

It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d killed without mercy. He didn’t think it would be the last.

Truth to tell, he thought it would be the fifteenth or so. He hadn’t made a specific count, but he’d only begun his plans less than two months earlier. That hadn’t led to a lot of opportunities for vicious, savage murder.

Yubel brushed one hand against the side of his neck. “Your lunch will be here soon.”

Juudai leaned against their touch. “It had better be.” He hadn’t ever had to wait for meals when he’d lived in the palace. They came whenever he wanted them.

That was one of the issues with having fled those lies and deceptions. There were plenty of things that weren’t the same. Some of them he favored. Not having to deal with people who pretended to care about him and then …

He held back a snarl, the Light’s anger boiling up inside of him.

They didn’t deserve to live. None of them, not for a single moment. Whatever it took, he would see to it that they didn’t live.

Again Yubel touched him and he breathed out silently, trying to get himself under control. Yubel’s touch always steadied him. He leaned his head against their touch yet again.

“They don’t deserve it,” Yubel murmured. As always, they followed his thoughts effortlessly. “And we won’t allow it to happen. We will destroy them all.”

Juudai smiled at that. Yubel knew just what to say to calm him even more. Such a lovely image they posited as well. He’d admired the beauty of the world once before but no more. All of this creation deserved death.

“When?” He could feel the Light’s power within him stirring at the thought of mass destruction, chaos, and endless screams of pain.

One person’s screams of pain in particular. He did so hope they could lay hands on him before too much longer. All of his spies – and he had so many, it was so easy to persuade people to see things his way with the Light’s support – and yet they still couldn’t tell him where his target hid.

Those who could have weren’t there any more. Though if they’d been there, would he even be here now?

Juudai’s eyes glazed for a few heartbeats. His hands dropped to grip at the arms of his chair. He breathed faster, but not nearly enough air made it into him.

They’re gone. They’re gone and it’s my fault, my fault, I never should have trusted him and I did, and they’re not here anymore, and it’s because of me!

Hot, harsh tears pricked at his eyes and dripped down his cheeks, brushed away a moment later by Yubel’s gentle touch.

“Beloved, it isn’t your fault. It’s his.” Yubel reminded him. “We know what he’s like. We’ve seen it.” Their voice remained gentle but compassionate and strong. “He wanted what you’ve had all of your lives. He took that chance to rip it all away from you.”

Juudai pulled in a staggered breath. He closed his eyes and tried to get himself calm and centered, focusing on Yubel’s bolstering presence.

“It wasn’t my fault,” he murmured. “It was his. He took away what was mine.”

All of the friends that he’d had. He’d never made them easily but he had a few and then that traitor arranged for their deaths, one and all. Some of them he’d even personally killed.

Against his will, the memories flared back up, bright and shining. Innocent. Trusting. That’s what his friends had been and they’d had every right to be.

Johan was their friend too. Or so they’d always believed. The Knight of Darkness, true companion to the Prince of Light. The two of them grown up together, always at each other’s sides, ready to fight whatever stood against them.

And then a summons came, luring Juudai’s friends into an ambush. A summons from Johan.

Juudai clenched his fists. He didn’t want to think about this but the Light apparently thought that he needed a refresher course.

He didn’t. He never would. He could never, ever forget being shown it for the first time. The way that their bodies fell, the harsh copper reek that filled the air, the glazed eyes that would never open again…

And the evidence of it being Johan’s doing: the knife forged of living darkness. A weapon only he could have forged or used, caught in the bright morning light and fading away.

Yubel still soothed him, still urged him to calm. Yubel ached for the traitor’s blood as much as he did, but held him back for the moment. Mindless raging would do no good, not now.

Something stirred near the tent opening. Juudai forced himself to sit up, eyes open. It became less forced when he realized that it was his servant, bringing in lunch. He set a large silver tray, with several covered dishes, on the table, then quickly started to uncover them.

Everything smelled delicious. He’d brought a few of the palace cooks with him when he’d left the palace, so they knew what he liked best. Their resources here weren’t as good as they’d had back in those days, unfortunately.

But they made do and Juudai remained pleased with their work. Being a double incarnation of Light didn’t mean that he didn’t need to eat. In fact, he’d noticed that he ate a lot more after he’d accepted the second Light.

He started to reach for the first plate, a very finely made steak that sent up a fragrant, delicious aroma. Before he touched the first implement, Yubel’s hand came down on his.

“Yubel?” He waited. Yubel never interrupted his meals without a very good reason.

Yubel stared at the food for a few heartbeats, as the servant started to step back. Juudai turned toward him, eyes narrowed. He could feel Yubel’s rage rising, even before Yubel darted past him, wings spread wide, and slashed at the servant. Liquid splashed, cloth tore, and when Juudai looked again, the servant wasn’t his familiar servant anymore.

He was also within a few moments of dying. Yubel did their work very well and very quickly.

Someone else might have asked questions. He didn’t bother. Instead, he glanced at Yubel. “Poison?” Nothing else made sense.

“Poison,” Yubel agreed, before reaching into the attempted poisoner’s clothes and tearing out a long, sharp knife. Magic dripped off of it; if he’d touched that, or if it touched him, it would have killed him nearly at once. Yubel, unable to be harmed by any attack, stared at it balefully before snapping it in half. “A very foolish attempt at murder.”

“Johan.” Juudai breathed out the name. He stepped aside to call for the captain of his guard. He really needed no guard, but they proved useful in situations like this.

The guard stared at the body on the floor before turning back to him. “Sir?”

“I want the head removed and sent back to the palace. Then I want a replacement meal. No poison this time.” Juudai ordered. He swept the table clean with one swipe of his arm. “Understood?”

The captain swallowed. “As you wish, sir.” He didn’t wait another moment, calling for lesser ranked guards to come dispose of the body.

Juudai flopped back into his chair and sighed. Johan hadn’t ever tried anything like that before. Juudai still couldn’t believe that his former friend sank so low.

He needs to be disposed of. You wish a clean destruction to everything. He will ruin it all, and everyone.

Juudai didn’t deny the Light’s words. He wasn’t at all sure if he knew how, since the Light always told him the truth. Why deny the truth? It would just take time to get everything done, because if he didn’t do it right, then they would just have to start over again. They would be reborn. Somewhere else, sometime else.

He didn’t want that. He wanted to do it once and get it over with, not to have to start from scratch.

“Whatever you have to do, I will be with you,” Yubel assured him with a gentle smile. “You will never be without me, beloved.”

Juudai reached over to take Yubel’s hand and holding it close. Yubel burned warm against him as he pressed his lips against their fingers. “You’re stuck with me, huh?”

“And I would have it no other way.”

Juudai leaned in and pressed his lips against Yubel’s. “Neither would I.”

He’d loved Yubel since before they’d become a demonic dragon. Reality could – and would – burn but that would never change.

Notes: How much do you believe about what was said here?

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nedyma · 7 years ago

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Steelwave OTP asks pt. 4/4

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Mick is a chill drunk, most of the time. Other times he’s out searching for a fight. So he sits back and rests in a chair while he observes everyone around him.

When Nate does decide to drink, Pretty usually has his face close, with his warm breath ghosting across Mick’s face. He tilts his head back and forth as he talks, and his eyes are almost always drawn to Mick’s lips.

Mick still remembers the first time Nate drunkenly sauntered up to him. He was expecting filthy talk, but he should have known better.

Nate got close and had said: “You know what I want to do to you?”

And Mick had shifted because he could already feel heat traveling south. But he gave a small jerk of his chin for Nate to continue.

“I want to…” Nate breathes as he seems to take a moment to relish the thought. “Hold your hand and kiss you, and then we could go back to my room and take a really nice nap. Then when we wake up I’d make you breakfast.”

Mick’s eyes had widened, having been caught off guard for the first time in years. A slow smile curled on his face and a low laugh escaped him. “You want to take a nap?”

Nate groaned at the thought, nodding. “Yeah, I’m exhausted.”

Mick stood up, set his beer down, and wrapped his arm around Nate’s shoulders to guide him out of the bar. “Let’s get you back to the ship, Pretty.”

17) Who is more protective?

Would you fucking believe they both look out for each other? Somehow it becomes the most natural thing. When they’re out in the field they both have this general sense of where the other is. Plus, it’s like that drawn comic of the friends trying to protect each other from a bullet and they just end up wrapping around one another.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Nate does. Nate loves to talk and he knows that it can help Mick sleep. So he rambles and rambles, and even when he knows that Mick’s breathing is too even to be awake, Nate continues to talk.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Mick drives because Nate gets too fucking distracted and excited by things. So he lets Nate ride in the passenger seat to appreciate everything passing by. Nate does too, “oh-ing”and “aw-ing” over the landscapes. Mick loves it.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Going to previous answers, Mick has a hard time sleeping, so usually Nate curls up in his lap and can fall asleep within minutes. So he wraps his arms around Nate, always loving the weight of Nate’s head in the crevice of his neck, and carries him back to their room.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

This question made me laugh because… well, Mick has no hair and Nate cares too much about his hair to let Mick at it. So neither!

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Sexting isn’t their style. Mick can barely send a reply as is, so he’s definitely not going to sit down and write up a smutty romance novel.

Nate’s the one always sending encouraging messages. About how handsome Mick is, about how good he is, about how he loves Mick’s smile, about how he hopes Mick has a good day.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Holy crap, I may have answered this previously in the one who sleeps on the couch after an argument but it’s fucking Mick. He’s constantly beating himself up about the bad things he’s done, and forgiveness is such a foreign term, and not something he deserves anyway.

Regardless, he still fears the day that Nate comes to his senses and decides he could find something better. Sometimes this causes him to grow distant. His mind starts running with too many thoughts and it’s easier for Mick to be by himself when he has these stupid thoughts. Although that only makes him feel worse because he’s the one causing problems and messing things up.

Nate picks up on them pretty quickly though. He finds Mick quickly and guides Mick’s head to his chest. He’s the one that soothes Mick and lets him know that he is loved and cared for and he might continue to have those thoughts but that he wants Mick to talk to him.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

It’s late and the rest of the team is asleep but Mick went into the kitchen for a snack and Nate had come in, bleary and rubbing at his eyes sleepily. He shuffled his feet across the floor until he came over to Mick and plopped his head right on Mick’s chest.

Mick finished his food, even giving sleepy Nate a bite. Then they stood there in a comfortable silence, until Mick broke it by requesting Gideon to play a song. Something Mick remembers his mom playing in the kitchen. He remembers stepping up on her feet and hugging her legs as she shuffled them back and forth.

He decided to do that with Nate, who huffed out tiredly but smiled against Mick’s shirt.

Also, Mick’s definitely the one who picks Nate up. He gets passionate after missions, and if they’re successful Nate usually runs towards him. Nate jumps, so Mick wraps his arms just below Nate’s rump. Nate cups Mick’s face and they kiss and embrace in victory.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Mick. No other comment necessary. But usually Nate just rolls his eyes.

26) Who kissed first?

I think it was pretty mutual. They were some time in the future and were sharing a hotel room. They were in a skyscraper that had a gorgeous view, and Mick was already out on the balcony. His arms were spread out, hands resting against the barrier. Nate came up beside him, silently resting his hand on top of MIck’s.

Mick didn’t startle, but he did lift his gaze. He was tired, exhausted. He had a bruised cheekbone from a punch he received earlier. He twisted his hand and captured Nate’s to pull him in closer.

Slowly, the two edged their lips closer and closer until the gap was gone. Nate was pleasnatly surprised with how soft Mick’s lips were, although there was the scratch of Mick’s stubble against his face.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Mick’s hungry at all times so of course he’s the one ordering food at two in the morning. But Nate usually comes out and joins him because he’s also a hungry boy and he loves spending time with Mick, even if that means being curled up on the couch and eating Chinese.

Nate sometimes goes a few nights without sleep, especially when he’s focused on a mission and he’s trying pinpoint the anachronisms/so forth. So he completely loses track of time so then it’s suddenly dark and Nate’s feeling paranoid so he calls for Mick.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Nate is a doof who tries to get into the mindset of some of the historical figures he either studies or are lucky enough to meet. There’s one case where they meet Shakespeare and suddenly Nate’s trying to right poems and sonnets and they’re mostly all about Mick.

Once he gets out of this fixation he tries to hide them away but of course Jax finds them and makes sure to show Ray, and then Sara, and then Zari and Amaya and then to strengthen Nate’s humiliation, Mick.

Mick only ends up pulling him into a hug, even though Nate grimaces and tries to pull away. Mick presses a sloppy kiss to Nate’s cheek.

“You’re a big old sap.” Mick jokes, but he’s looking at Nate with love in his eyes so Nate can bear the blush and his laughing teammates.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Mick… might not always think. It’s not exactly about impressing Nate. Or so he tells himself. But he visited Haircut in the lab and then they were throwing ideas around and Ray got excited and they were modifying Mick’s gun and then there was a tiny explosion.

Nate was there in an instant, cursing Ray and Mick as he helped limp them both to the Medbay.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Mick wasn’t really embarrassed about his glasses, but he did feel like it was conceding defeat. To age, to health. Whatever. He only wore them when he was in the confines of his own room and ready to read. But then he slipped up and he forgot to take them off when he met the rest of the Team on the bridge and they all grew silent.

Mick pursed his lips in confusion, turning his gaze over to Nate who had pink cheeks and his lips parted.

“What are you all idiots staring at?” Mick grunted.

“You wear glasses.” Nate had muttered.

“You look good.” Amaya shrugs. “Apparently Nathaniel thinks so too.”

Nate had turned to glare at Amaya, feeling slight betrayal, but then the rest of the team laughed and things grew normal again, but Mick could still feel Nate glimpsing at him out of the corner of his eye.

Later, Nate had clambered into Mick’s lap and forced Mick to put the book down. He was full of compliments regarding Mick’s glasses.

#steelwave #ficlets #my writing #dctv #legends of tomorrow #nate heywood #mick rory

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lyralumina · 7 years ago

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How about some azure shipping headcanons about couples’ fashion, what happens when they get stressed out, who could beat who in a fight, and what kinds of books they read?

~ 🔷 Azureshipping Headcanons you shall receive! 🔷 ~

- 💠Psst! fellow Azureshippers, come to me with any headcanons for them, They are my OTP and I am always happy to respond or read your headcanons.💠 ~

Couples Fashion:Unfortunately, Seto and Anzu are quite old fashioned and are not really into the whole “lets match outfits” unlike Yugi and Atem or Jounouchi and Mai. Instead they match color schemes and try to complement each others outfit if they will be together. So lets say if they were to go to a lavish dinner party/banquet, If Seto is going to wear a dark blue suit with gold here and there, Anzu will wear a dark blue dress with gold accessories. They are not the couple to wear “He’s mine” “She’s mine” tee shirts, they leave that for the younger and immature crowd, like Yugi and Atem oh do they love those awful tee shirts. It disgusts Seto and makes Anzu somewhat cringe. How dreadful. Seto’s attitude and tastes are starting to rub off on her.

I have some examples of what I mean with whole “ They accent each other “ trope,

“ Oh dear god its Yugi and Atem, act natural my dear. “

“ What do you mean that Pegasus wants to talk to my husband? “

“ Anzu my love, are you sure you really want to visit Yugi and his grandfather in this weather? “

What They Do When They Get Stressed Out:

- Seto once stressed out,

“Please my love, come to bed you have worked for far too long. ” Anzu softly pleaded, by the gods did she not expect her husband to be still awake and on the verge of collapse at 3AM. As his eyelids started to get heavy from the lack of sleep, his eyes then shot up and so did he. Seto jumped up alarmed to hear his wife’s plead. By the gods what was she doing up still? She should be asleep by this hour. She has to wake up in two hours. Seto scooted his chair back and tried to get up quickly to rush to his wife who should in fact be in bed already but his right leg unfortunately had fallen asleep. He crumpled and hit the right side of his face on the edge of his desk. He had little time to react, it only took a matter of two seconds for him to make impact with the cold hard desk. The hit was enough to make him go unresponsive as well. This was a first for him and for his poor wife who laid witness to his unfortunate struggle.The last thing he heard before he blacked out just seconds after the collision to the ground and from the hit was his wife’s shrill scream, she screamed his name in terror. Is this what he deserved? Is this what he deserved for not listening or caring for himself? Did he deserve this?

- Anzu once stressed out,

“ Anzu! By the gods you need rest my dear! ”Holiday season, a time were a dancer’s life is hectic. Where the normal and average person would finally get rest while she had no time for such luxury. Where her mind replayed technical Choreography, where she had to remember certain notes on how to perfect herself in every single number she was in. How her head just hurt from strain. How her body ached of so much tire and stress. How she no longer ate as much as she used to and that is stretching it because she barely ate so much, she eats less than the average human. She ate just as much as her own husband, a small amount. She limited herself so much that it worried her husband greatly but he knew that it was all for a reason. Anzu, his wife, a Principal dancer within the Domino City Ballet, dancing the role of Clara from the classical ballet The Nutcracker. Anzu being Domino City’s prime ballet dancers and an international ballet icon is something that she holds with pride. It was all for good reason though and she had to remind her worried husband that her so called pain and tire will make others happy. Seto can only sigh in distress and remind her that she must remember to take breaks here and there. The words that seethed from his lips meant so little since around this time as well, Kaiba Corporation and most importantly her husband was just as busy as she was but for the sole reason that holiday season means children are eager to buy whatever their small hands can get, anything from Kaiba Corporation is on their Christmas lists. Seto having to stay up late into overtime and into the late night hours just to make sure things get done smoothly and without any problems. Anzu begged and prayed that her husband would rest but all she can do is remind him to take breaks here and there, only time will tell if he will heed to her words.

- ✨ The stories are connected actually. Anzu’s comes first while Seto’s is the aftermath. ✨ -

Who Could Beat Who In A Fight:

- Duel Monsters (Dueling) wise it will be Seto. Anzu has a better deck once they start officially dating though. Anzu has the Dark Magician Girl as her Deck Master but never did it occur to her husband that she would also have all Magician Girls and even the coveted Dark Magician in her deck. Seto has no idea how she even got the Dark Magician in her deck and when he tried talking to Yugi or Atem about it they literally have no clue either. Last thing he suspects is that Pegasus gave her that card as a gift but who honestly knows. His wife wont even tell him how either. Its a mystery. She might not be the greatest duelist yes but she can certainly pack a punch when needed. She also has the Gem Dragons within her deck as well which she loves with all of her heart. Seto honestly loves it when she summons them out because he just loves Dragons and his wife knows that.

- In terms of verbal “fights/spats” it will be Anzu. Seto will hardly ever result into argument unless it just slips out or he needs to stand his ground. His wife is stubborn as well so tensions can rise once they are engaged into a verbal fight. The atmosphere can quickly change too and no one likes it when they are caught between the cross fire because these two can spit venom like if its nothing. It can go from all tease to “ You will be sleeping on the couch tonight if you dare raise your voice at me again . “ -Anzu

- In terms of who is going to be on top and who is going to be on the bottom for sexual intercourse it honestly depends on if they are in the mood. If they are not too tired and who wins a round of verbal big talk. Anzu will usually be the bottom and Seto will be the top but there are times where Anzu will be in full control and those are the real good times. Turns out that his wife is just as dominant as he is and it’s great.

What Kind Of Books Do They Read:

“ Anzu that is the sixth time you have read A Walk to Remember, do you ever pick up and read more drama filled books? ” Seto chuckled as he watched his wife pick up the paperback book. His comment earned him a playful smirk from his wife.“ That means little coming from the man who has read The Great Gatsby and To Kill A MockingBird over twenty times. “ His wife teased him as she walked over to her husband who was lying on the couch and took up the entire couch as a matter of fact, his head resting on the right arm of the couch. She stopped in front of him and leaned down to kiss her husband’s right cheek. Seto closed his eyes and chuckled. It was a genuine chuckle. It was surprising. He honestly thought she would throw a book at him to tell him to shut his mouth but the kiss will always be one hundred times better than a book to the face.

#LindsayThings #yu-gi-oh!#azureshipping #seto kaiba #Anzu Mazaki #COME TO ME WITH AZURESHIPPING THINGS PLEASE--- ASDFGHJKL

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hello-goodbye-tommorow · 7 years ago

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30 Day OTP Challenge Day 22

This prompt was Day Twenty-Two, Angst: Your OTP in an angsty situation. Does someone get hurt? Is it bad?

"Draco Lucius Malfoy you have been sentenced to 12 years in askaban in light of your crimes" Harry jumped up from his chair. "NO! NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT" The judge simply stared down at Harry before a little smugly saying "take him away" Harry could do nothing but watch in despair as Draco was dragged out of the courtroom.

Dear Harry

Its only been a week since I've arrived here and it feels like an eternity. I miss you so much. They somehow still have Dementors here even after the war, so its hard to remember anything happy anymore. I hope you and Scorpius are well. Tell him I love him. I love you too Harry

Draco

Dear Draco

I miss you too. I've been at the ministry every day this week trying to appeal the decision. I think I'm making progress but try not to get your hopes up too much. Hermione has been looking through hundreds of laws, and trying to get a judge from America to come and try your case. Hang in there babe, I love you so much. Scorpius says Hi. He misses you

Love Harry

Dear Harry

Its pretty hard to get your hopes up in a place like this but that it great news. Im sorry this letter will take so long to reach you, they don't exactly put priority on getting mail to inmates. Your letter took a month to arrive after I sent mine. How is Scorpius doing. It will probably almost be his birthday by the time you get this. Give him a ferret from me. Make sure you tell him the story as well. Looking back it is rather funny.( you have no proof I said that and I will deny all accusations.) Love you so much Harry

Draco

Dear Draco.

We have the judge coming in from America to hear your case. Hermione thinks she may have found some laws pertaining to you being a minor at the time so things are looking up. It is Scorpius's birthday tomorrow at the time of writing this. I got him the ferret. I think he will love it. You always were better at giving gifts than me. Keep hanging in there honey. I love you more than you can imagine.

Love Harry

p.s Scorpius's birthday today. He loves the gift

Dear Harry

Thank Hermione for me. That woman truly is a saint. I think your letters may be the only thing keeping me sane. Sometimes the darkness seems to be taking over my vision and I feel like I can't breathe. It's so awful in here. I'm so sorry for everything i did. You don't deserve me.

Draco

Dear Draco.

The judge has just overturned your case! You are going to be released from Askaban! Don't worry darling you are the best person in the world to me and I don't deserve you. This will all be over soon

Harry

Dear Mr H. Potter

We regret to inform you that your fiancee Mr D. Malfoy suffered a severe psychiatric breakdown and sustained a serious injury during the episode. He has been immediately transferred to Saint Mungo's hospital. It is unclear at this point in time if recovery is possible. Visitors are not permitted at this time

Askaban Centre for the Detainment and Rehabilitation of Criminal Witches and Wizards

Dear Mr H.Potter

There has been no change to your fiancees condition. Visitations are still prohibited.

Saint Mungo's

Dear Harry

Ron and I are coming over

Hermione

Dear Hermione

I'm sorry you had to see me like that.

Thank you for taking care of Scorpius for a bit, he is still raving about all the fun things you guys got up too.

I'll keep you updated

Harry

Dear Mr H.Potter

Your presence is immediately requested at Room 115 Floor 3

Saint Mungo's

Harry had never got ready so fast. The whole time his mind was running at a million miles an hour and he came to one horrific conclusion. Draco must be dead.

Arriving at the apparition point he barley managed to choke out the room and floor number without bursting into tears.

As he arrived at the door the nurse slowed him down. You might want to prepare yourself, this might come as a bit of a shock.

Harry entered the door, trying to prepare himself for the image of a dead Draco.

"Hey Harry"

Harry halted with shock tears already tumbling down his cheeks. Far from the dead Draco he was expecting, Draco was sitting up in the hospital bed, looking a little worse for wear but very much alive.

Harry wasn't sure how he made it from the door over to Draco's bed but as he lay there, wrapped in a hug he knew that now, everything was going to be alright.

#drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #fanfic #fanfiction #drarry fanfic #30dayOTPchallenge

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luffysfakebeard · 7 years ago

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hi!! i don't know if you're taking prompts (so if you're not, ignore this!!) but i saw a text post a trillion years ago that was like "imagine your otp meeting in a 7am lecture and one of them is pouring redbull into their coffee and looks straight at the other and says 'im going to die' and just drinks the whole thing" and ever since i started watching skam this reminded me of something isak would definitely do. aaaanywayyy, i love your fics, keep writing and being awesome!

The Study Buddy; 2070 words[AO3]

It was Even’s firm belief that whoever scheduled a guest speakerat 7.15AM on a Monday deserved to have hellfire rain down upon them. Hewasn’t even sure why he said he’d go; when one of his lecturer’s the previousThursday had told the class that there was a speaker on Monday that they mightfind interesting Even had made a note of it even though it was optional.

Maybe he was losing his mind. He had chosen to go to a 7.15 talk.

He couldn’t even remember what the lecturer had said it was about; just that it could be interestingand might help some of them gain some insight for their film projects. That had probably been what pushed him to go,because as much as Even loves his eight hours of sleep he wanted his film to beperfect more.

When Even walked into the lecture hall at almost 7.10 there wereabout a dozen students scattered around, which was honestly more than he wasexpecting to see. He chose a seatsomewhere in the middle and slumped down, quickly biting the inside of hischeek to silence the whine he wanted to let out.

The plastic chair was Baltic. Despite it being mid-November – in Norway– he was pretty sure that the heating wasn’t on yet. The pipes were creaking and groaning, though,and he realised that the heating was probably only just coming on now to get upto a pleasant temperature at 8AM when normal lecture times start.

Great. The guy in here after me will probably betoasty warm while I’ll be a fucking ice sculpture, Even thought sullenly. He was pretty sure he could feel his lips pushing into a grumpy pout asthe cold from the chair seeped through his clothes and bit at his skin.

He put his travel mug down on the floor and struggled out of hismittens – it was cold, alright? and everyoneknows that mittens are warmer than gloves Even will defend his mittens with hisdying breath – and was just getting his notepad out when he saw him.

Him being a completely frazzled looking student – maybe a year ortwo Even’s junior – stumbling through the door. He looked like he was wearing about ten layers underneath his huge coat,and Even could see snow caught in the fold of his beanie. Like most of the students there the boy camein armed with coffee; his hands – which looked snug as fuck in a pair of mittens, Even noticed – were clutching onto alarge take away cup from the nearby coffee shop as if it was the only thingtethering him to reality.

Even picked up his travel mug and took a sip as he watched theboy stumble into a seat and flop down onto it like a dead fish. And wow, Even had thought he was bad at mornings. There were probably corpses that woke upbetter than this kid.

Although he doubted any corpse was as pretty as this boy.

Even felt blessed to have seen such a pretty face. He didn’t feel quite so salty about this bloody early morning guest speaker now.

He watched with interest as the boy set his coffee downreluctantly and wiggled some layers off. Even counted a coat, a scarf, the mittens, and a bulky jumper before theboy decided that was quite enough outwear to remove. The boy was left in a big hoodie that Evenwas sure was soft as fuck to the touch and probably concealed three more shirts underneath.

The angel clearly felt the cold.

Even empathised. His asswas already numb from his stupid frozen chair and he’d barely been in it twominutes. He took another pull from hiscoffee to try to warm himself up from the inside out before the speaker showedup and he’d be expected to concentrate and take notes and all that bullshitrequired of students.

And, okay, the thing is…Evendidn’t mean to watch the kid. It’s just that he was sat directly in Even’s line of sight and hisface was so pretty that Even just couldn’t bring himself to look around at theother bland exhausted faces in the room or pretend to try to read the leaflets onthe pin board.

So when the guy proceeded to pull a huge can of Red Bull out of his snow dusted backpack it wasn’t likeEven could look away. He watched as theguy popped the lid off his take away cup and immediately the smell of strongcoffee permeated the air.

Even perked up a little just from the smell. He drank a little bit more of his own coffee,but what the boy did next made Even freeze in place.

Even watched in horror as the kid cracked open the Red Bull,took a few long pulls from his coffee to make room in the mug, and then pouredthe entirety of the energy drink into his coffee. He put the lid back on his cup and swirled itaround a little.

It was then that the boy glanced around.

And, of course, he caught Even staring straight at him with a horrifiedlook in his eyes and his lips still around his travel mug.

“I’m probably gonna die. But who wants to live at this time in the morning anyway?” The kidshrugged. And then, in what Even couldonly assume was a power move to assert his dominance, the kid drank the entirecontents of the large cup while maintaining eye contact with Even who was stillparalysed with shock.

It was only when the kid finished his poisonous concoction andturned his back on Even that Even regained control over his body. He lowered his mug away from his mouth, forsome reason put off the idea of caffeine completely. He wasn’t a massive caffeine consumer ingeneral; he was pretty sure his skin was buzzing just from watching that kid neck so much caffeine at once.

It was one of the most disgusting things Even had ever seen.

He’d worked as a barista throughout secondary school and knew hewas a bit of a coffee snob because of it, but the kid’s blatant disregard forhis coffee offended some part of Even purely on principle.

But fuck if he couldn’t stop thinking about it or watching thatboy. The guest speaker came in and Evenbarely noticed. All of his attention wason the caffeine addict a few rows ahead of him.

Much to his surprise, the kid didn’t drop dead of a massive heartattack. In fact, the kid was morefocused than Even was; he was watching the speaker and taking notes and noddinga little every now and then.

Even, on the other hand, wasn’t listening to a thing the speakerwas saying because he was transfixed by a curl of golden hair that had escapedfrom under the back of the boy’s beanie.

Curiosity was killing him.

The more he looked at the boy, the more he wanted to know. Did he have no taste buds? How tired do you have to be to combine coffeeand Red Bull? What makes you even consider combining those things? What was his name? What was he studying that could be relevantto the guest speaker? Why had Even notnoticed him around when he looked like an angel? How had he not blinked once while he made eyecontact with Even and drank that monstrosity?

Even needed answers,dammit!

It was only when the boy slouched down to grab his backpack andthen stood up that Even realised the talk was over.

And he hadn’t heard a single word of it.

At that moment he realised a few things in quick succession.

1. He got up at 6AM to listen to a guest speaker and instead ogledthe back of a pretty boy’s head for 90 minutes

2. He had nothing to show for the last 90 minutes of his life. No notes, no photos of the board on hisphone, nothing.

3. He needed to do something fastto make it look like he’d actually been paying attention to that talk becausethe boy was looking over his shoulder and Even still had his blank notebook onhis lap.

4. Impossibly, the boy looked even prettier from the front.

Even slammed his notebook shut and practically threw it into hisbag, almost knocking his half full travel mug over in his haste. He grabbed the mug as it wobbled beforegetting to his feet, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and stretching hisback. An hour and a half in the chairfrom hell hadn’t done him any favours he thought as his spine cracked andpopped.

He chanced a glance over at the boy as he finished his stretchand was surprised to find amused hazel eyes staring directly at him.

“Yes?” Even quirked an eyebrow.

“You know I could feel you staring holes through my skull thewhole time, right?” The boy raised an eyebrow right back.

Well.

Fuck.

Even had no idea how to respond to that.

“Aren’t you going to ask my name or something?” The boy promptedand Even’s brain finally caught up with him.

“I normally ask interesting people out for coffee, but I thinkyou’ve had enough caffeine for a week.” He replied smoothly. Satisfaction welled up in his chest at thepink blush that dusted the boy’s pale cheeks.

“So is this you notasking me out?” There was definitely a little tinge of disappointment in theboy’s voice, Even was sure of it.

“This is me saying that if you have any more caffeine you willprobably die. How about breakfastinstead?” Even smiled his best smile. Hewasn’t blind; he knew he ticked a lot of the boxes of ‘how to be good lookingin the west’ and he wasn’t afraid to use that to his advantage if the situationcalled for it.

And getting to know a cute boy definitely called for it.

“Breakfast sounds good.” The kid smirked. “You probably owe me a meal after all thatstaring.” He added casually as he turned away and walked towards the door.

“You started it!” Even protested as he followed him out into thecrisp cool morning.

“You were already staring at me when I looked around actually.”The boy looked so fucking smug. Theworst part was that Even couldn’t even argue, because it was true.

He had been looking at the kid since he walked through the door.

“Are you going to tell me your name or what?” Even huffed. He knew he sounded grumpy, like a sore loser,but the kid just laughed.

“Isak. I’m Isak. And you? What name should I be putting on my sexual harassment report?” Isakteased.

“Seriously? It was earlyand I was tired and there was a pretty boy, I just sort of zoned out and youwere right in front of me.” Even grumbled. He was still turning the name over in his head; desperate to roll itaround his mouth and see how it tasted.

“Do you stare at allthe pretty boys for an hour and a half?”

“Only the reallypretty ones.” Even winked, taking pleasure in the way Isak flushed all the wayup to the tips of his ears. He hadn’tput his beanie back on and snow was drifting into his hair. He looked like a renaissance painting.

“Come on then, I’ve told you my name. Who are you, huh?” Isak prompted and Evenshot a cheeky grin over at him.

“Even. Even Bech Næsheim. Your future boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Isak snorted. “Ican’t tell if my heart’s beating so fast from the caffeine or from your totallyromantic introduction.” He rolled his hazel eyes and Even swore he fell alittle bit in love with this sassy boy there and then.

“Hey, if you have a heart attack at breakfast we’ll probably getit for free.” Even winked.

“I can already feel my heart outside of my body; let’s not jinxit, hmm?”

“I still can’t believe you drank that in one go.” Even shook hishead in disbelief, pushing the café door open and letting Isak in.

“I call it the Study Buddy.”

“You’ve done that more than once?!”

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pheuthe · 8 years ago

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atomwave drabble dump

@tkdgirl2012 thank you for the prompts! I’m not sure how the reply system works for posts, so I’m just gonna assume the reply to the OTP Prompt post that showed up in my Activities was meant for me - if not, I’m sorry for hoarding :’D actually no I’m not, I love atomwave so XD I already filled No. 17 for someone else, so... here go the 4 prompts you requested! :)

49.

Mick hasn’t laughed this hard in ages. They still don’t know what exactly that yellow-tinged gas was, but they sure do know the effects it had on a certain scientist.

“Stop laughing,” Ray snaps, sounding like an overgrown, frustrated chipmunk.

“Sure thing, Alvin,” Jax chortles. Ray opens his mouth, but then decides to stop giving them ammunition for more teasing and shuts up, crossing his arms over his chest. Even his huff sounds like he has inhaled half a tank of helium.

“Don’t mind the teasing, Haircut,” Mick snickers, “your voice is sexy.”

“Your ass is sexy,” Ray snaps back.

Mick blinks.

The rest of the crew go silent, slowly turning to stare at Raymond, who turns an alarming shade of red.

“Shut up!” the man squeaks and scrambles off in the direction of medbay. His mortified look indicates that he probably wishes his condition is terminal.

Mick is still staring at the empty spot where a squeaky (hot) scientist used to be, when Sara speaks up.

“You gonna do something about that?”

“None of your business,” he huffs, but he stalks off after Raymond anyway.

He’s probably gonna give Gideon five minutes to fix Haircut properly, though... chipmunks are really not Mick’s thing, at all.

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57.

Raymond’s been acting weird all day.

He was okay in the morning, all bright smiles and easygoing attitude. Mick knows for a fact that breakfast wasn’t so bad, because he’s gotten better at not burning the eggs (or the toast or... anything). Raymond talked about the things he had to do at work today, and sure, when Mick went to give him his usual kiss goodbye as the man was leaving, Ray lingered for a moment or two, like he was expecting something, but he seemed alright, so Mick let it go.

He spent the day as always when he was off-duty - watching TV and lounging about, mostly. He even did the dishes and a load of laundry, so it couldn’t be the mess that was bothering Raymond when he came home. Dinner was pretty uneventful, except that Raymond kept twitching and spacing out. When he didn’t react to Mick’s suggestion they should get that fire pit for the backyard after all - a thing he’s been vehemently protesting ever since Mick first brought it up, right after they moved in - Mick had a feeling that something definitely wasn’t right.

And when Raymond slipped under the covers, turned off the lamp at his bedside and rolled away when Mick tried to touch him, Mick was one hundred percent positive.

He settled back into his heap of pillows and frowned at the line of Ray’s back, illuminated only by the lamp on Mick’s side.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he tried - he’s never been great at talking and Ray knew that, so usually, he went out of his way to voice what he was thinking. Mick really appreciated the blunt honesty, but he knew that sometimes, he could be insensitive (alright, most of the time) and that Ray couldn’t be expected to pick up the slack all the time.

When Ray didn’t answer, Mick propped his head up on his elbow and reached out to touch Ray’s shoulder.

Ray pulled away, making a quiet sound that was neither a huff nor a sigh. Mick knew that Ray didn’t play the ‘silent treatment’ game out of pettiness, which meant he had to be genuinely hurt. Mick’s heart picked up the pace and he shifted closer, reaching for Ray again. This time, Ray let his hand rest against his shoulder, but he was tense under Mick’s touch.

“What’s wrong?” Mick asked again, genuinely worried. Ray mumbled something into his pillow, but it was too faint for Mick’s old ears to pick it up, so he plastered himself against Ray’s back and leaned over his shoulder.

“You wanna try that again?”

“You forgot about my birthday!” Ray twisted around, almost headbutting Mick in the process.

In all fairness, he probably would’ve deserved it. Mick winced at the words and frowned, swallowing his first comment, which was that birthdays were stupid and they were both too old to care anyway. Ray cared, and he never forgot to be extra attentive and do all the things Mick liked when it was the other way around. Thinking that he’s failed to show Ray that he cared just as much, maybe not about birthdays, but about Ray... that sucked. Big time.

“In my defense, I forget about a lot of things,” he tried - apologies were another thing he was lousy at. Sometimes, he wondered why Ray kept him around, after everything Mick’s done wrong.

Ray’s expression softened a little, but it wasn’t his usual warmth that replaced the hurt grimace. Personally, Mick thought that the resignation that seeped into Ray’s features was far worse.

“I know it’s stupid,” Ray shook his head, bringing his hand up to rub it down his face, “and I know I shouldn’t care, I know that you’re not good with this kind of stuff-”

“I wanna be,” Mick grumbled. Yeah, he might not be great with birthdays and anniversaries and Christmas gifts and all that crap, but he wanted to make Ray smile, regardless of what the fucking calendar said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ray sighed, again - Mick was quickly coming to hate that sound. “It’s just... I don’t know. I thought you remembered. And I built it up in my head, I thought you were planning a surprise, that’s why you didn’t say anything in the morning, and then you didn’t and... just forget it. It’s not important.”

He made to turn around again, but Mick stopped him, with a quiet growl and a hand against Ray’s shoulder, holding him in place.

“Yeah, it is,” he huffed, “I’ll make it up to you, okay? Just gimme a day or two to come up with something good.”

For a moment, he thought Ray would say no - he had a way of doing that, discarding what was important to him in order to accommodate others. They were working on that, though... just as they were working on Mick being a thoughtless asshole, sometimes.

Eventually, some of the shadows drained from Ray’s face and he smiled - genuinely, this time, with just a hint of that warmth that Mick loved seeing in his eyes.

“Alright. Just... please don’t steal it? I really don’t need anything big.”

Mick laughed and let his head drop against Ray’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of the man he couldn’t imagine his life without, not after all this time.

“Then I’ll make you the best glitter glue card you’ve ever seen, just you wait.”

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61.

“Move!” Ray groans and pushes against Mick’s shoulders. Ray’s neither small nor weak, and he’s been getting better at fighting, but trying to move Mick when he’s still mostly asleep is like trying to move a mountain.

Mick doesn’t even seem to notice the pressure: he grumbles in his sleep like a disgruntled lion and stretches. His ribcage somehow pushes down on Ray’s bladder and makes him whine.

“Mick! Move!” he tries again, which results in more stretching - the pressure is relieved, just a little, but Ray really, really needs to get out of the bed. Bunk. Whatever the Waverider’s resting area is called. All Ray can think of, right now, is not wetting his pants like a nervous five-year-old.

Ray would swear to himself he’s never trying to drink beer at Mick’s pace again, except he’s made that exact oath in his head at least four times previously, and it never lasted.

“Mick,” he sighs, slapping at the man’s bare shoulder lightly. “I really need to get up. Move.”

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am,” Mick mumbles, face half-mushed into Ray’s chest. He’s drooling a little, and Ray’s heart really shouldn’t melt at the sight of that, but it does. Mick apparently reverts to a vocabulary of a grade schooler when he’s sleepy (and possibly hung-over, which is a really interesting effect) and Ray loves hearing him say words like ‘comfy’, because nobody else gets to... but his melting heart does absolutely nothing for his bladder, so he struggles with Mick’s mostly dead weight and wiggles to the edge of the bed until he can slide from under the heavy lump of a man.

Mick growls something decidedly non-grade-school-appropriate, and Ray chuckles - it makes his bladder situation even more urgent and he marches to the bathroom as quickly as he can.

If he deliberately washes his hands in cold water just so he can press them against a warm, scarred back when he slips into the bed again... well, he can pull off an innocent face like nobody else.

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65.

"We bet, and you lost,” Mick crosses his arms over his chest. In all fairness, that chest is exactly what got Ray into this mess in the first place: high school football players should be banned from having chests like that, otherwise poor impressionable nerds like Ray are in great danger of making exactly these kinds of mistakes.

Ray gives the tattoo parlor another wary look, and tries his best pleading look. Not that it worked in the hour leading up to this moment.

“But tattoos are permanent,” he mumbles, and Mick raises an eyebrow.

“You shoulda thought about that before you made the bet, Pretty.”

Ray really, really should have. But it’s too late now... so he pushes the door open, wincing when the bell above the doorway reminds him that this is, indeed, happening.

“What in the name of- Rory? Palmer?”

The sound of his English teacher’s voice is really not what Ray was expecting to hear tonight, but he can’t say he regrets it when Mr. Clarke swings his legs off the leather chair and tugs his shirt down over what is shaping up to be a quite impressive... uh. Something. Ray’s in no state to be noticing details like that.

“What are you two doing here? And- are you drunk?!”

Ray winces at that, and attempts to hide behind Mick’s back. Considering that Mick’s had at least two more beers, it’s likely not doing much to save his reputation.

“I really thought you were better than that, Palmer,” Mr. Clarke frowns and points at the door. “Get out of here. And be glad that I won’t call your parents right away.”

They scramble out in record time - well, Ray does, and when he turns, Mick is following.

The cool night air doesn’t do much to make Ray’s head spin any less, especially not when he sways and Mick wraps his beefy arm around Ray’s waist. Ray decides to take advantage of his drunk plausible deniability and leans into that impressive chest.

“Sorry I couldn’t do it,” he mumbles - he’s really not, he did not want a tattoo of any kind, and definitely not any that Mick might choose for him. He’s more sorry that Mick will think he’s just a nerdy chicken now - which he is, but Mick probably won’t want to have anything to do with Ray if he knows that.

“Wouldn’t’ve let you do it anyway, Haircut,” Mick grumbles into his hair, and Ray only realizes then that they’ve stopped still, standing in the middle of the quiet street and... hugging. And Mick’s not moving away. Wow. Ray’s heart does a leap in his chest, and he dares to look up, just a little.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Just wanted to... dunno. Y’know. Be alone. With you. And shit.”

As far as confessions go, this definitely ranks at the very bottom of the list. And yet, Ray can’t remember any words that would’ve made him happier in his life. He smiles, bright and goofy - because he’s always goofy, and nerdy and awkward and a little too loud, and he can get lost in his research and actually likes schoolwork... but Mick knows all of this about him, and he still wanted, really, truly wanted, to be alone with Ray.

If that’s not true love, then Ray doesn’t know what is.

“Yeah,” he says, and then realizes that Mick hasn’t actually said anything - it makes him blush in embarrassment, and then Mick looks down at him and his lips twitch, like he’s trying to smile, and Ray’s heart nearly jumps out through his throat. For a second, he thinks Mick is going to kiss him, and his stomach twists with anxiety and with the hope that despite the beer he’s had, he will remember tomorrow-

But Mick just brushes Ray’s hair out of his eyes and sighs.

“C’mon then, Haircut... I’ll take you home.”

Maybe, just maybe, Ray deliberately points Mick towards a longer route, just so he can lean against that chest for a while longer. He’s pretty sure Mick knows that, too, but he never says a word.

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illuminating-dragons · 7 years ago

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Dreams and Visions (15/51): The Love Story of Miss W

Time Period: Victorian

Chapter Summary: Some excerpts from the diary of Dr. Watson, concerning Miss Kitty W. Also, for those of you who don't know who Kitty Winter is, she was a character in 'the Adventure of the Illustrious Client'; she was horribly abused by a sadistic monster...and threw vitriol in his face. She's basically so much better than Irene Adler. Stanley Hopkins is a young detective (similar to Dimmock's character but much more polite) who idolizes Holmes. Together, they are my new OTP.

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From the Journal of Dr. John Watson, October 1902

It has been months since I wrote in this journal, simply because nothing of great note has happened in my personal relationship with Sherlock Holmes; at least, nothing that I cannot write about elsewhere. We have been married nearly six months now, and we are very happy.

I am still hesitant to write these words, for fear of this book falling into the wrong hands. But I must write these words down, to stop them from coming out of my mouth. I must trace my love across these pages, as I cannot write them anywhere else.

Something happened today that is not entirely to do with us, but is another story that must be guarded. And yet…I will still write it, in case someday there comes a reader who wishes to know the full truth.

The last case we worked, published under the name ‘The Adventure of the Illustrious Client’, was finally wrapped up judicially. Miss Winter was cleared of all charges, but she was not in the court room to hear the verdict. Sherlock didn’t tell me what was going on, but I hoped the young lady had gotten away. I read through Gruner’s book and I was utterly sickened by his depravity. Holmes and I have confronted monsters before, but I pray that there is a special Hell for souls like his.

Then again, I am sure that people say the same about those who love as Holmes and I do.

When we returned from court Mrs. Hudson met us at the door. She informed us that we had a visitor. My husband did not seem surprised, which intrigued me. Mrs. Hudson withdrew to the kitchen, promising tea in an hour, and we ascended the stairs together.

The fire was lit in the sitting room, but the dark haired woman sitting in the visitor’s chair was wrapped up warmly, a thick veil shrouding her face. Sherlock closed the door behind us.

“Well now, Miss Winter, have you made a decision?”

The woman threw the veil off and stood. The fiery passion that had twisted her face when we first met her had faded, and with her fair hair dyed it took a moment for me to recognize Miss Kitty Winter.

“Hello, Doctor, Mr. Holmes,” she said, and her smile seemed genuine. “I believe I have, Mr. Holmes, though why you want to help me is still beyond me.”

Sherlock smiled at me. It’s infuriating when he does that; he is so pleased about surprising me that he forgets that I might actually have benefited from understanding the whole situation.

“Hello, Miss Winter,” I said. “I am glad to see you uninjured, though I must admit that my partner has told me nothing of why you’re here.”

Miss Winters laughed. “Of course he didn’t! Goodness, you two are funny.” Her eyes no longer sparked with fury and pain; they glinted with spirit instead. “Well, Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes has offered to help me disappear, hence the change of appearance. I do believe dark hair suits me, don’t you?”

I spread my hands. “I believe you would look lovely under any circumstances, Miss Winter.” I glanced at Sherlock. “Can I be of any assistance, Holmes?”

“Of course, my dear fellow.” Holmes sat on the sofa, and I did the same. “So you have decided to remain in London then, Miss Winter?”

“I want to,” she said frankly. “It’s my home, Hell or not, and with a new face I might be able to find another start.”

“Surely things cannot be easy for a single woman in this city?” I asked.

“I’ve managed perfectly well until now, Doctor. Even after…well, but that’s done now.” Miss Winter shook her head.

“I meant no offence,” I said hastily. “I know that you are more than capable…but things might be easier if you had a story to go with your name.”

“This is why I told you we should ask him,” Holmes confided to Miss Winter. “The good doctor has always been a tale-spinner.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s really quite simple. If you have a family background it will be easier for you to obtain lodgings in a safer part of town. You will also be questioned less if people believe that you have a family to live with but have made the choice to live apart for reasons of independence.”

“That’s a pretty story, Doctor, but I’ve no living family, and I don’t need to be asking more strangers for charity.”

“I could do it,” I said, surprising myself.

Miss Winter’s eyebrows shot up. “I beg your pardon?”

I thought for a moment. “Those who read my stories are aware that I once had a brother. It would be no great stretch if I had another, but if he had died young, leaving a widow and a small child…and then, upon the tragic loss of her mother, the child, now grown, came to London…”

Holmes clapped. “Capital, Watson!”

Miss Winter stared at me. “And you wouldn’t be ashamed to call me a relation, Doctor? I don’t intend to change much of who I am.”

I reached out and took her hand. Her eyes were brighter now, perhaps, but there was still a shadow there of remembered loneliness and fear. I remembered seeing that expression in the mirror.

“I would be honoured to be related to a girl—no, a woman of such bravery and strength,” I said firmly. “Welcome to the family, Miss Kate Watson.”

Miss Winter smiled at me. “I’m proud of that name…Uncle. And you’d better call me Kitty; I’ve always hated ‘Kate’, that’s what an awful great-aunt of mine called me.”

I chuckled. “Agreed.”

Sherlock took her to find lodgings shortly after, acting in ‘his goddaughter’s’ interests. I thought that was inspired, on his part—should she begin to call him Uncle Sherlock (should we ever tell her the truth of our relationship), none will be the wiser.

February 1903

I find myself writing again as a continuation of the previous entry. Kitty Watson has found an excellent boarding-house and has made several friends. She has even acquired a job doing some typing for Scotland Yard (entirely on her own, I may add, and none the wiser so far as to her true identity). She visits at least once a week, and I have found myself caring for her as dearly as if she were my own niece. Sherlock adores her too, and has begun training her in the art of observation; she is a far better student than I could ever hope to be.

This evening she dropped in after her job finished for the day. Kitty was doing some amusing impersonations of various police officers over coffee and Holmes was correcting her form even as he chuckled.

Just as she was about to leave, Hopkins burst in, having run up the stairs. He clutched a woman’s bag in his hand and he was breathing hard.

“Miss Watson, you left your bag at the station.”

Kitty leapt to her feet, and I was surprised to see her blush. “Oh, thank you, Stanley. I hadn’t realized I left it.”

“How did you know she would be here?” I asked sharply. Hopkins is a good lad, but Kitty needs no more men peering over her life as though she were an insect.

“I told him I was coming to visit you, Uncle John. Stanley—I mean, Mr. Hopkins is a good friend to me at the station. We often talk when it’s slow.”

I exchanged a quick glance with my husband. “It’s lovely that you two are getting along,” I said finally. “Hopkins is a friend of ours.”

“A good detective,” Sherlock allowed, though I saw his gaze harden as Kitty took the bag from Hopkins, her hand brushing against his. “Any official business, Hopkins?”

“No sir,” Hopkins said, and he was blushing too now. “I’ll be going.”

“I’d better leave too,” Kitty said, quickly brushing a kiss to my cheek. “I need to return in time for supper, or Mrs. Turner will have my head.”

“Goodnight, Kitty.” Holmes continued to stare at Hopkins even as Kitty patted his shoulder.

“I’ll walk with you,” Hopkins said quickly. “It’s dark out, and it’s not far, is it?”

“That’s kind of you, Detective,” Kitty said.

The two of them went downstairs together. As I heard the front door close, Holmes sprang to the window. “They’re walking arm in arm, John!”

I considered this for a moment. “Kitty’s a grown woman,” I said. “And unfortunately she may be a better judge of men than we can be.”

“But still…Hopkins!” Holmes shook his head. “The fellow’s got half her brains.”

I joined him at the window, watching the two walk down the street, walking so close they almost seemed to be one figure.

“Does that really matter, Holmes, if he’s got her heart?” I put a hand on his shoulder.

He put his hand over mine. “I suppose not.”

“You’re still going to talk to him, aren’t you?”

“Of course. She’s my goddaughter.”

I just laughed, for if I know my husband and my surrogate niece I know two things for certain. The first is that we will both speak to Hopkins, and make it clear that he should have Kitty’s best interests at heart. The second is that Kitty will have prepared him for this talk, and will make a scene of great distress and enjoy herself hugely.

May 1903

Sometimes love is simply happy, and those occasions deserve note.

Kitty and Hopkins have been seeing a great deal of each other in the last few months; they are officially courting.

Three days ago Hopkins asked the two of us—dear fellow, he knows what we are—for Kitty’s hand in marriage. It is rather sudden, but Hopkins promises that they will not wed straight away. “I just want her to know that I love her and will forever,” he said earnestly. Of course, Sherlock and I agreed, provided that Kitty herself assents. Sherlock considers that a foregone conclusion.

I was not entirely certain of that. While Kitty loves Stan—that, any with eyes can see—my girl is still damaged. I know what kind of wounds love can give, and I feared that she would refuse to trust herself enough to love again.

I reckoned without her stubbornness and Hopkins’ dedication.

Sherlock and I were returning from the theatre just before sunset when I grabbed his arm. Just down the alley we were passing I saw Kitty and Hopkins standing close together.

To my consternation Sherlock drew me down the alley. It was utterly ridiculous; there was nowhere to hide but a narrow doorway, and I was sure that one of the two would turn and see us. And yet…it was far easier to hear what they were saying.

“Stan, I don’t know if you want this. Not with me.” “Kitty, darling, why not?”

“You don’t know who I am.” Kitty’s face was drawn with fear as she stared up at Hopkins. “If you knew…”

“Just tell me, Kitty. Please don’t think the worst of me before I’ve given reason.”

Kitty laughed. “And I always hated it when people did that to me, didn’t I?” She ducked her head. “Stan, Uncle John…well, he’s not my uncle. My name’s Kitty Winter.”

Stan stared at her. “The Kitty Winter…”

“Yes, that one.”

Stan bit his lip. “Well, you’ll be changing your name anyways if you agree. And Kitty Winter is just as pretty a name as Kitty Watson, though I like Kitty Hopkins better.”

Kitty looked up, eyes wide. “Stan…do you know what I’ve done?”

“I do. And I know what was done to you, too. And I also know that you are the most wonderful woman that I have ever met, brave and strong and true and funny.” He cradled her face in his hands. “I love you, Kitty, and that’s the most important thing that I have ever known. And if you can try to love me too…”

Kitty kissed him, and I tapped Holmes’ arm. I knew we had no more business there.

I am proud of Kitty, but I am also proud of Stan. Confessing love is never easy, and loving someone with a difficult past is not easy, but if you can give someone the gift of a happy future, the effort is worth it. I am sure they will both know this soon.

Two Days Later

They are due to be married in November. Hopkins has asked Sherlock to be his best man, and Kitty wishes for me to escort her. Kitty knows about us now. She has promised not to say a word, and calls our arrangement ‘frightfully romantic’. I am not entirely sure this is a compliment.

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