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Avenger Lane Chapter 10: Bad Romance

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, mentions of drug use

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You were sound asleep when the door busted open. You gasped, jolting awake still half asleep.

“Oh my gosh!” Quinn gasped, falling out of bed thankful you both had clothes on.

“Happy boythday papa!” Finley beamed holding a cup cake and Beth holding breakfast.

“Aw thanks sugar booger.” You say sleepily as your daughters climb up in bed.

“Mom, can you light it please?” Beth urged her mom handing her the lighter.

“Hmhm.” Quinn blinked awake taking the cup cake and setting it on Beth’s table.

Finley climbed up on the bed with a huge smile on her face. “Papa, it’s your boythday! Yayyyyy!” She clapped.

“Hmhm.” You yawned, smiling.

Quinn smiled sleepily as she and the girls began singing happy birthday.

“And many more on channel 4, and scooby do on channel 2, and a big fat lady on channel 80, and all the rest on CBS!” Beth giggled, finishing along with a great attempt from her little sister.

“Aw thank you sweets.” You smiled, kissing all of your girls on the cheek.

You lift the cinnamon waffle and give your daughters a piece as well as your wife before eating yours.

“Hmmm tasty!” Finley hummed.

“I’m still hungry… I think I need a little girl to eat!” You began tickling Finley and Beth’s laughter filling the house.

Quinn recorded all of it on her phone and posted it on social media. Where your neighbor Natasha just watched. You looked so happy and so did the girls. The secret Tony gave her is eating her up inside.

Nat turned her head seeing you snuggling with your family as you all watched a movie.

‘Ugh how am I supposed to tell Y/N?’ she thought to herself.

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So far your birthday was going great. You spoke to your parents for a while, leaving out the tidbit of Quinn getting pregnant. You were coming back from dinner after dropping off your daughters with their aunt when you opened the front door.

“SURPRISE!!!!”

You jolted in place, placing a hand over your heart with a grin. “Aww guys!” They’re were streamers everywhere and a large banner that read ‘Happy Birthday’

“Surprise motha fucka!” Santana and Brittany jumped you.

“Oof!” You felt the air leave your lungs feeling Santana give you a hug.

“Happy birthday best friend.” Mike smiled, taking the next hug.

“Thanks man.” You grinned.

Soon the gleeks all hugged you at once finally allowing your new found friends to get in on the love.

First Tony, the Barton’s, Steve, Peggy, and Bucky of course. Thor lifts you up along with Val and Carol. The Stranges nodding towards you. You completely forgot about them. They’re the only ones your wife truly liked. Truthfully you found Steven Strange a bit of an ass thankfully his wife keeps him in check.

Wanda and Vis, May and Happy. The Quills, Scott and Hope, Shaun and Kate, Marc and Layla, but the best was for last.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Natasha smiled softly, hugging you close.

“Thanks Nat.” You squeezed her back.

Quinn loudly clapped her hands, startling you. “Alright drinks and karaoke time!”

You let go of Natasha and all of you made your way to the back.

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“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”

“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.

“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.

“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.

“Hmhm.” The redhead chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.

You grinned looking down at her jean covered legs.

“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.

“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You unwrapped it, opened the box and took out a necklace with the initials of your daughters on it.

“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.

“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You hand her the necklace to place it on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again.

“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her like a caveman. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you…Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.

Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.

“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caressing her cheek.

She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.

“You deserve so much better.”

“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. She can feel how hard you are and God she just wants you to take her right there on the counter with your bitchy wife right outside. She arches once more so she can rub herself against you ever so slightly. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs. You’re both so close to pouncing one another when the back door opens. You both feel like the bubble has been burst. You both clear your throats as she pats your chest gently pushing you back a bit so she can get down. You turn slightly to rearrange your package discreetly.

“Hey Y/N.” Rachel cleared her throat, eyeing Natasha. “Quinn is looking for you.”

“Right.” You sigh softly remembering who you are married to. You feel a little sick thinking of the way you almost just ruined it due to a buzz. You walk away without giving Natasha another look afraid Rachel will sniff out what just transpired.

“So Quinn is right, you do want Y/N. It’s funny how they’re onto us yet they haven’t done anything about it.” Rachel says softly looking around the kitchen.

“Truly do not know what you’re talking about. I’m sorry, who are you?” Natasha furrowed her brow.

“I’m Rachel Berry.” The small brunette looked almost offended; everyone who had watched a musical or walked down Broadway knew her. “I started the glee club. Went to school with Quinn and Y/N. Tony award winning actress?”

“Ahh I see.”

“You know…” Rachel walks closer standing next to the Russian redhead. For once she met someone who was her height. “Maybe we could work together?” The starlet shrugged.

Natasha’s eyes widened realizing what she was implying.

“I can admit they would be better off divorced. Don’t you think?” Rachel furrowed her brow. “They’re both obviously unhappy.”

“I think you may be a little crazy.” Natasha chuckled, starting to walk past Rachel.

“Call me crazy but I see the way you look at Y/N, and I saw the way Y/N looked at you. You were seconds away from christening this countertop. You almost had Y/N. Almost. Your demise was doing it here in the kitchen. You’d have to do it somewhere no one would barge in and catch you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N and I are friends. I am married.”

“Hmm. Hmhm. If it helps I’ve never seen Y/N look at any woman like that before. Not even Quinn. If we work together we could have them ya know… it wouldn’t take much. Their marriage has been threatening to crumble for a year now.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re implying breaking up a marriage it’s sickening.” Natasha gripped the handle when Rachel stopped her.

“I know you want Y/N. I’m not afraid to tell you I want Quinn. I’ve wanted her since high school. Y/N treats Quinn great no doubt but Quinn? The same can’t be said for her and everyone knows it. Just think about it huh? This little convo stays between us.” With that Rachel slips out of the back door like a snake as Natasha stands there in shock.

Natasha steadied her breathing a lot just happened and she needs to go back outside and act like it didn’t. God she has so much to tell you now and no idea how to do it.

The door opens again this time revealing Wanda.

“Hey, there you are! Come on Y/N is about to play us a song Quinn got them a new guitar… are you okay?” Wanda quickly notices that her best friend was absolutely not okay.

“I have so much to tell you.” Natasha sighed.

“Do you wanna get out of here and talk about it at my place?”

“No, no, I want to watch Y/N play. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay.” Wanda hugs her best friend tightly, helping her relax a bit. “Come on, I'll make you a drink.”

They both make their way back to the party when you are getting ready to play. Tina is back on bass, Blaine is on the keyboard, and although you’re missing Finn on drums Carol takes up the mantle claiming to be a drum God.

“Hey dude you okay?” Mike asked as you took a bump of coke. “How’d you even get that?”

“Santana.” You mutter taking a shot.

“Hey I haven’t seen you this way since Finn died. What happened?” He asks, taking you aside making you put the joint down.

“I think I almost just fucked up my marriage.” You hissed.

“With who?” Mike’s eyes widened. This was not you whatsoever. You lived for your family, you would never be the type to cheat.

“Nat.” You whisper.

“Oh wow. What happened?”

“She gave me a gift and I… Mike I got bricked up and we almost… We almost kissed and if we had I would have-” You inhale deeply about to have a panic attack.

“Heyyy whoa… Breathe.” He said holding your shoulders. “In.” He inhaled with you. “Now out.” He exhaled, nodding. “That’s it. Listen bud you didn’t cheat. Did you almost… yeah probably but you didn’t. You’re high and buzzed. I know Brittany gave you a mushroom you microdosed with her, vaping from your pen, drinking, and I don’t even know how much coke you’ve been doing. The thing is you’re out of it right now. It meant nothing.”

“I don’t know Mike.” You shook your head. “I was so close to ruining everything.”

“Hey stop it. It’s your birthday. You got carried away. You both probably won’t even remember this tomorrow. Now take a deep breath and go play your heart out.”

“Mike… Do you think Quinn doesn’t deserve me?”

Mike’s eyes widened a bit in a state of shock.

“Do you think I made a mistake marrying her? My parents did… Finn did…Sersi and now Nat-”

“Hey come on you’re spiraling.”

“But-”

“You’re spiraling.” Mike shook his head.

“Hey there you are!” Quinn smiled.

“Come on, everyone wants to hear you play!”

Quinn ushers you on the patio platform in front of the mic.

“I just want to thank all of you for coming out tonight. Thank you to my wife for setting this all up. Thank you all for the gifts and the drinks-”

“The drugs!” Santana cackled Quinn glaring at her.

The neighbors all chuckled. “I’ll take some!” Tony laughed as Pepper smacked his arm. “Ow honey I’m kidding.”

“Anyway thanks for letting me jam out with my old band. This one goes out to Finn I really fucking miss you man.”

“Here here!” Mike clapped with the rest of the gleeks.

You pour one out for your old best friend before downing another shot.

You turn around counting with your band. Carol nodded and began drumming the first few beats before you and Tina joined in shredding it up.

“All her signals are getting lost in the ether

(That's what she wanted)

She's a landslide with a city beneath her

(That's what she wanted)

So take a good look so you'll never forget it

(That's what she wanted)

Take a deep breath, I know I'm gonna regret it

(That's what she wanted)

Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage

(That's what she wanted)

She's the flower that you place on my casket

(That's what she wanted)

Savor the moment 'cause the memory's fleeting

Take a photograph as the last train is leaving”

Quinn always hated this song; she just knew you were singing about her. How could you not?

“Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

“Think she’s singing about Quinn?” Tony asked leaning up to speak to Natasha. The redhead nodded, not saying a word. Truthfully she’s still thinking about what almost happened.

“(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me ouuuut!”

“Yeahh!” Tony cheered loudly, clapping his hands.

“Damn I didn’t know Y/N could jam like a rockstar!” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of sexy.” Bucky muttered.

“Really?” Steve huffed.

“Okay but they’re super gay right?” Kurt whispered to his husband eyeing Steve and Bucky.

“You can see it from space.” Blaine nodded.

“Poor Peggy.” They cringed seeing her sit next to her husband.

“Alright I'm gonna need my wife, Kurt, Mercedes, and Santana to come up here.”

You turn around briefly whispering to your band mates before turning around and strumming your guitar.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“Ahhh this is my song bitch!” Santana laughed as the rest of the women and Kurt stand around the mic.

Everyone began to cheer before singing along. It was always a hit. Thankfully the gleeks remember whose part is whose.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance!” Kurt sang.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance” everyone sang next.

“I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it's free I want your love” Tina sang before moving so Mercedes could sing next.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (hey) I want your drama, the touch of your hand (hey) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

Quinn stood next to you and began singing the part that always drove you crazy.

“You know that I want you And you know that I need youI want it bad, your bad romance.” She bit your ear before you sang next looking right at Natasha.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

Natasha gulped, were you sending her a message or was this just ironic?

“Oh my god what happened in that house Y/N was totally singing to you!” Wanda hissed near her ear.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” Nat muttered.

“Ugh, the suspense is killing me.” Wanda whined.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

“I want your horror, I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine I want your love” Mercedes sang. “Love, love, love, I want your love”

“I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (hey) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love” Santana sang.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

“You know that I want you And you know that I need you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby) I want it bad, your bad romance”

You desperately wanted to know what Natasha sounds like if she sang that part. You shake your head before singing your part.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance

Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, passion baby Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby

“I want your love, and I want your revenge

I want your love, I don't wanna be friends

J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche

J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) No, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Want your bad romance! (oh-oh-oh)”

Damn Santana still has it.

“Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ahRoma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

Everyone cheered and clapped.

“How often do you think they play this song?” Pepper glared at her husband. “I’m just saying they all had a part.” Tony shrugged.

“How many times must I remind you. They were in glee club together in high school.” Pepper grit.

“Good times!” You chuckled as the gleeks hugged and walked off the makeshift stage. “This next one was Finn’s favorite song so it’s a must. Feel free to sing along and pour one out for my boy.”

“Bet.” Sam Wilson nodded, pouring some into the grass.

“Sam it got on my boots.” Bucky gruffed.

“It’s for a fellow fallen soldier Buck, show some respect.” Sam Wilson glared.

As soon as the band began playing the intro Steve stood jumping up and down. “This is one of my favorites too!”

“Oh my.” Bucky muttered, clearly judging his booyfriend.

“Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo”

“I'm packed and I'm holding

I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden

She lives for me, says she lives for me

Ovation, her own motivation

She comes round and she goes down on me

And I make you smile, like a drug for you

Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through

One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse

Chop another line like a coda with a curse

Come on like a freak show takes the stage

We give them the games we play, she said-“

“I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there

Smiling in the pictures you would take

Doing crystal meth, will lift you up until you break

It won't stop, I won't come down

I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop

And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given

Then I bumped again, then I bumped again

I said

How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you

How do I get myself back to the place where you said

I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes

The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling

I believe in the faith that grows

And that four right chords can make me cry

When I'm with you I feel like I could die

And that would be alright, alright

And when the plane came in, she said she was crashing

The velvet it rips in the city, we tripped on the urge to feel alive

Now I'm struggling to survive

Those days you were wearing that velvet dress

You're the priestess, I must confess

Those little red panties they pass the test

Slides up around the belly, face down on the mattress

One

And you hold me, and we are broken

Still it's all that I wanna do, just a little now

Feel myself, heading off the ground

I'm scared, I'm not coming down

No, no

And I won't run for my life

She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile

But nothing is alright, alright

And I want something else to get me through this life

Baby, I want something else

Not listening when you say

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there

Someplace back there, in the place we used to start

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

I want something else

Steve clapped and whistled loudly. “Fuck yeah!”

“He said a bad word.” Tony snorted.

You walked over to the Natasha with a grin.

“Sing a song for me?” You asked the redhead.

“Oh I don’t know-”

“Please? It’s my birthday. You can pick the song.”

Natasha sighed and nodded, taking your hand. You gave a lopsided grin and kissed the top of her hand.

You lead her up the patio. “What do you wanna sing?”

“I think you know.” She kinks her brow and you know exactly what to play.

You take up your acoustic guitar and begin picking the strings before looking over at her.

“Boy, tell me, can you take my breath away?

Cruisin' down a heart-shaped highway

Got you swervin' lane-to-lane, don't hit the brakes

'Cause I'm feelin' so safe

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town?

Call me your baby, on the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down!”

You grin at her, your eyes never having left hers and join her in the chorus.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i”

Quinn is bristling at this exchange especially when the redhead stands up and threads her fingers in your hair.

“Let me run my fingers through your salty hair

Go ahead, explore the island

Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air

I'm revvin' up your engine”

Natasha taps your chin and continues the song.

“I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town? (Why don't we get out of town?)

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down (let's go)”

“Quinn is going to kill Y/N.” Kurt muttered

“Okay but I’m loving this, their chemistry is through the roof!” Blaine smiled.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

No, no

You and I (you and I, I)

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i"

You quickly placed the guitar down and clapped whistling to cheer her on. You looked towards the crowd but didn’t see Quinn. Low and behold you couldn’t find Rachel either. You save that for later and focus on Natasha.

“That was beautiful Nat.” You chuckled and hugged her.

“Damn she’s sexy, Russian, and can sing?” Santana gawked with her wife Brittany.

“I know! No wonder Quinn is so jealous of her.” Brittany muttered.

“Where is that bitch anyway?” Santana squinted her eyes as she scanned the crowd.

“She went inside and so did Berry.” Brittany looked at her wife.

“Fuck Quinn.” Santana groaned.

Steve walked over to Bucky. “Buck.” He hissed.

“What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, or worse a naked woman.” He chuckled.

“Well.” Steve inhaled looking at you and Natasha.

“Oh shit you did.” Bucky chuckled. “Who?”

“Quinn and Rachel.” He whispered.

“What!?” Bucky exclaimed, making some people look over.

“Keep your voice down. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” He grit.

“I knew Quinn was no good.” Bucky muttered.

“Well we aren’t either. We are doing the exact same thing.”

“Hey take it easy, you said you were going to tell Peggy before she leaves again.”

Steve nodded watching Quinn and Rachel trickle out of the house.

“Do they know?” Bucky asked, looking away from them.

“No but they know someone knows. I broke a vase; I was in such shock.” He muttered.

“You’re going to have to tell Y/N.”

“Fuck.” Steve sighed he hated cursing but he knew this situation called for it. You and Quinn seemed so happy but then again he and Peggy did too. He knew he had to tell her and fast.

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“Okay spill.” Wanda said, placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Natasha.

“Ughhhhh Wands!” Natasha whined banging her head on the table.

“Stop! Start from the beginning.” Wanda placed a plate of pancakes down.

“Remember how we had a football match back in August?”

“Yeaaaah.” Wanda nodded. “I had major FOMO that day.”

“Well Tony dropped a bombshell on me. Apparently someone close to Y/N turned down their full ride to MIT.”

“Oh my gosh!!! Shut up no!” Wanda gasped, her hand going over her mouth.

“Yes!”

“My money's on Quinn. She probably got scared Y/N would leave her and Beth or something.”

“I think it’s her too but Tony said we can’t just assume we need to talk to Y/N, but-“

“Neither of you want to break their family apart.” Wanda nodded. “That’s understandable.”

“So now I have this bigger secret than my fake relationship with Bruce, and now on top of that I have another that I don’t even know what to do with!”

“Oh my gosh what?! You’re killing me!” Wanda whined.

“Y/N and I had a moment in the kitchen last night.” Natasha sighed.

“Nat.” Wanda sighed. “Y/N is married-”

“I know!”

“I told you that gift was too personal-”

“But-”

“But no Nat. Listen. I love you but this is wrong.”

“I know.” Nat sighed. “I think it was just the alcohol… the only reason I brought that up is because of Rachel Berry.”

“The short one that kept singing broadway songs?”

“Yes! Anyway she cornered me right after and suggested we break them up.”

“What the hell? Hasn’t she been their friend since highschool?!”

“Yes!”

“What did she say?”

“She said she knows I like Y/N and she likes Quinn and thinks they should divorce that they aren’t truly happy together.”

“What a weirdo.” Wanda gasped.

“She told me to think about it. Now I have to tell Y/N that their career was stolen from them, and their old friend is a snake.” Natasha sighed. “Wands what do I do?”

“Honestly, I would like to know if it happened to me.”

“But how do I even begin to tell Y/N? This is going to break Y/N’s heart, and worse, what if they don’t believe me?”

“You’ll have to treat it like a band aid.” Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.

“This could ruin their relationship.”

“Or it could strengthen it.” Wanda raised her brow.

It was quiet for a beat when Vis walked in.

“I think the real question is Nat do you have feelings for Y/N?”

“Vis what the hell?” Wanda grit.

“I’m sorry I was hungry and didn’t want to interrupt!” He said, grabbing a plate.

“What do my feelings have to do with what happened?” Natasha asked.

“Because if you have feelings and you are both married granted yours is a sham-”

“Vis!” Wanda smacked his arm.

“I just mean if you have feelings for a married person you need to distance yourself.”

“Oh don’t worry after I speak with Y/N I’m sure they’ll stop talking to me.” Natasha smiled sarcastically. She was stuck between a rock in a hard place. One she's falling for you, two she needs to tell you her marriage is a sham, three someone stole your chance at MIT. How does someone even begin to unload all of that information?

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #avenger lane #natasha x y/n #quinn fabray x reader #faberry

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craftyballoonwinner · 3 months ago

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Miquella the Streamer

I love the idea of Miquella being a streamer or Instagram influencer.

FYI Pro Miquella/Radahn

Definately posts beauty tips and reviews make up lines.

Has TWO channels. One for beauty and one for games.

Plays mostly RPGs, action or dating sims.

Always looks dressed to the nines and wears a crystal headset in gold cubic zirconia (or at least they hope it's fake)

Catch phrase "if it's gold it's good" even if said item is shit in game.

Does marathons for chairty that includes games he hates (usually with Radahn or Malenia)

Leda moderates his chat and has a zero strike policy.

His icon is a chibi face with the haligtree in the back.

Goes on multiple vacations and posts videos. Always talking to someone no one can see. Chat knows it's not Malenia, he shares the video with her when she's there with Finley.

Does not date although watchers can swear he sometimes looks/ talks to a man off screen and sometimes poses sexily and jokes to said man behind the camera.

Is non binary, loves pretty dresses and soft colors.

Sometimes shows up in drag persona St. Trina with purple highlights.

Can and will drag trolls expertly.

Has depression and mommy issues.

Will review red carpets while being dressed better than the attendees.

Can have a temper. His collaboration with Godrick the Golden will go down in history as the most angry he will ever get when Godrick told him Malenia got rotted because she's unhygienic and Limegrave viewers need to get off their asses and work.

sings well but refuses to do covers.

As his popularity rises so do the stalkers. Someone called Needle Knight really freaks him out.

Takes frequent brakes for all the trips he goes on but works hard to record so online posting doesn't stop while he's away.

Drives an expensive ass car ( he accidently pulled out the keys for a Lamborghini while search for lip balm in his purse) and viewers can sometimes spot several names brand purses in the background of his streams.

Uses an office, with a glowing neon sign of his channel and several high quality action figures of his favorite game on the shelf behind him.

Goes through a horrible break up and stops streaming when some named Starscoruge publicly states they miss him in chat while he struggles to get through Dark Souls 1. Chat talked about that for months on end. Starscourge is never seen again and no one knows who they are. They theorize he was the man Miquella talks to behind the camera.

Stops streaming when university starts. Comes back three months later when he flunked out and hated it.

Things get bad, chat starts to worry about his mental health and freak out when Marika posts an update that she will be closing down his channel for the safety of his mental health.

Is surprised when he comes back a year later on a new channel with a co host. Starscoruge Radahn (who runs gym, games and health channels under his Redmane name). Malenia will fill in when he can't stream with Miquella.

#miquella #miquella the kind

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cetaitlaverite · 4 months ago

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Anything to Anywhere

Masters of the Air - Bucky Egan x OC

masterlist is here <3

02. A Great Story

As Stella was leaving the ATA hut, having completed her debriefing and picked up her next chit, Bucky Egan was dawdling in the grass. He had his flight suit on and his hat in his hand, squinting into the morning sunshine as he walked in idle circles.

Stella furrowed her eyebrows. She’d been under the impression that only the air executive of the inbound Yank section, the 100th Bomb Group, had arrived. Their planes certainly hadn’t. So what business did an air exec Yank with no crew, no plane, and no mission orders have wearing a flight suit?

Her confusion about the entire affair was the only thing propelling her feet towards him. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she slowed to a stop before him. She had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze and squinted to look up at him. “You off?”

Bucky mustered a small twist of his lips which might have been construed as a smile by someone more generous. “Waiting for my driver. Got my first mission today flying as observation pilot for the 389th.”

So he was deliberately seeking out combat flying with a different unit while he waited for his boys to arrive. Stella frowned. “Why?”

He scoffed a laugh. “Wanna get a taste of the action. How can I send my boys out there if I got no idea what I’m sending ‘em into?”

Stella hummed her acceptance of this, shifting her stance in the grass. She was trying to make herself appear taller, unsettled by how he towered over her. She wasn’t used to feeling quite so small - at five feet and eight inches she wasn’t the tallest woman she’d ever seen but she was far from the shortest, and besides, there was something about flying that drew short men like moths to a flame. Many of the airmen she’d met so far had been her height or shorter. She wasn’t best pleased that Bucky didn’t fit the role description set out in the script.

“Any advice?” Bucky asked next.

Stella gave a sour smile. “None. They don’t let me fly combat.”

“It’s dangerous,” Bucky acknowledged.

“So’s flying broken aircraft,” she fired back. “So’s landing a Lancaster Bomber with no hydraulics. But I’m not too frail and soft to do that.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone’s thinking of you as frail, Finley,” Bucky replied, grinning.

“Most unfortunately, most men consider all women as frail,” Stella informed him bitterly. “I fly a bomber better than any male pilot I’ve ever seen take off from this base but they won’t let me cross the Channel. I fly so much better than my fellow male ATA pilots, in fact, that sometimes they pass their chits onto me. But god forbid anyone sends a woman into combat. God forbid you mighty men let anyone else have a turn.”

Bucky held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules.”

“No,” Stella acknowledged, “but you benefit from them, which makes you my enemy by proxy.”

The distant buzzing of a jeep and the crunching of stones along the path interrupted their conversation. Both parties turned in the direction of the noise and frowned.

“Well,” Stella said decisively when the jeep came into sight, “good luck and all that.”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied distractedly, his eyes set firmly on the jeep coming to whisk him away. “Thanks.”

“Let me know what it’s like after, won’t you?”

This drew Bucky’s attention. When he looked down at her he found wide, earnest blue eyes staring up at him. He stared at her silently for a moment, waiting for the instant her face contorted back into a smirk, but it didn’t. She just waited patiently for his answer, gazing up at him like a puppy awaiting a treat.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied at length, still distracted but now for an entirely different reason. He shook his head to clear it and painted on a smirk. “Sure, I’ll tell you. But you gotta tell me your name.”

“You know my name.”

“Finley,” he complained, drawing out the vow sound at the end of her name. He tipped his head back and shut his eyes into the sunshine. “You’re killing me.”

Stella laughed. “If you tell me a good story about your very first mission, I’ll tell you my name. But it’s got to be a good story.”

“A good story,” Bucky echoed, grinning. “Sure. I’m sure I can do that.” He turned to her with a mischievous look in his eye. “What do I get for a great story?”

“An interesting fact about birds.”

Bucky barked a laugh. She was constantly surprising him. “I was thinking something more along the lines of a dance.”

Stella scoffed. “Absolutely not. I barely even know you.”

“You don’t gotta know a guy to dance with him!” Bucky protested.

Stella shrugged. “No dance for you, Major Egan. You can take the bird fact or you can leave it.” She began walking backwards away from him, heading off to prepare for her next ferry chit. She laughed as she watched him fight to find something to say, then tilted her head to the side and offered a smile before turning on her heel and picking up her pace.

Behind her, Bucky’s shoulders heaved as he let out an almighty sigh. “Fine!” he called after her just as his jeep pulled up beside him. “I’ll take the fact!”

“It costs a great story!” Stella reminded him over her shoulder.

She disappeared around the corner of a building before he could reply.

The next time Stella saw Bucky Egan he looked world-weary. Gone was his bright grin and that mischievous glint in his eyes. Instead, furrowed eyebrows and a frown slumped over the bar, his beer safe in the circle of his arms. There were still lingering red marks on his face from his oxygen mask, still what must have been blood crusting along his hairline.

Hesitating in the doorway to the officers’ club, Stella considered her options. On the one hand, she could go over and talk to him, but she didn’t really know him yet, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk - not that that had stopped him when the roles were reversed the other day. On the other hand, some of the other ATA pilots were sitting huddled around a table in the corner and if she went over now the chances were that Bucky wouldn’t even notice her.

Stella fiddled with her fingers as she weighed each option in her head, one of her feet tapping at the floor, before she decided to slip over to the table in the corner with her friends. It would be awkward, she decided, to go and sit with Major Egan.

Stepping in that direction, Stella adjusted her jacket and prepared to move as quickly as she could as inconspicuously as she could.

“Finley!” called Atley from behind the bar. “Beer?”

Stella cringed. She froze where she was, mid-step, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. In her peripheral vision she watched as Bucky turned to look at her, that harsh furrow still in his brow.

“Um,” Stella hesitated.

Bucky raised a lazy hand. “On me,” he informed Atley, turning back to face the bar.

Stella gritted her teeth and swore under her breath. Now she had no choice but to go over and sit with him.

She ambled over, taking as long as she possibly could to give herself time to think of what to say, but when she got to the bar she came up empty.

Bucky didn’t look up at her, just kept on staring into his beer. Finally, Stella said, “You know what you look like?”

Humouring her, Bucky glanced up. “What do I look like?”

Stella smiled. “You look like a man in need of a fun bird fact.”

Mercifully, Bucky cracked a grin, but still he objected, “I didn’t tell you a good story.”

Stella shrugged. “I asked you for a great story in exchange for my fact, if you remember correctly, but I’m feeling generous.”

Bucky stared at her for a moment, considering her, before inclining his head in the direction of the bar stool beside his. As soon as she sat down Atley placed her beer in front of her, which Stella took a long draw of, before she turned to Bucky decisively. “Thank you for the beer. Do you want the fact?”

He’d been watching her the entire time, she realised when she met his eyes. She raised an eyebrow and he laughed, rolling his eyes. “Absolutely. Hit me with the fact.”

Stella sat up straight and smiled wide, pleased with this response. “A bird’s eyeballs take up over fifty percent of its head.” She stared at Bucky, smiling brightly, waiting for a response. After a moment, she added, “For comparison, a human’s eyeballs take up five percent.”

Bucky watched her for a moment longer while she sat there staring at him in anticipation of a reaction. Then he chuckled to himself. “That was a great fact, Finley. Thank you.”

“You are so very welcome.”

“What is it with you and birds anyway?” he asked around a sip of his beer.

Stella shrugged. “I like them.” She considered the foam at the top of her beer and then added, “I also like butterflies. And planes, obviously. Things that fly. But birds are my favourite.”

Bucky turned his body away from the bar so he could face her entirely on his stool. He rested one elbow on the bar and perched the other hand on his thigh. “What about penguins?” he asked, leaning towards her conspiratorially, as though he was sharing a secret.

“Penguins,” Stella echoed with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied easily. “Penguins. You say you like birds ‘cause they fly, so what about penguins? They don’t fly.”

Stella stared at him, waiting for his next comment, but he just kept on watching her, awaiting her answer. And, slowly, Stella started to smile. Penguins. He was right, there wasn’t a single type of penguin which could fly. Their incredible ability to swim, in fact, had cost them their ability to fly.

She shook her head, turning to her beer. “I like penguins,” she informed him.

“But they can’t fly,” Bucky said.

“I know they can’t.”

“Then why do you like them?”

“‘Cause they’re funny looking,” Stella said, arching a brow at him sidelong. “And I like the way they waddle. I met some penguins once - king penguins, in Edinburgh Zoo back when I was a little girl. Incidentally, Edinburgh Zoo was the first zoo in the world to successfully breed king penguins.”

“Which ones are king penguins?”

“The ones you’ll be imagining in your head,” Stella explained. “White on the front, black on the back, with bits of yellow and orange at the tops of their chests.”

“They your favourite type of penguin?”

“No. Rockhopper penguins are my favourite. Those are the ones with the yellow eyebrows.”

Bucky clicked his fingers in recognition. “I know the ones you’re talking about. Those little guys who’re always short and a little fat.”

Stella grinned. “Yes! Those ones! I think they’re funny.”

“What’s your favourite type of bird?”

“Hummingbirds,” she answered immediately.

“What’s cool about them?”

“They’re the only type of bird that can fly forward, backward, sideways, and upside-down. And they fly fast, up to sixty miles per hour. Their wings beat about seventy times per second during regular flight, but they can beat more than two hundred times per second when they’re diving.” She smiled, sitting up straighter on her stool. “If I was a bird, I’d be a hummingbird.”

Bucky was grinning. “And what type of bird would I be?”

Stella hummed as she mulled this over, tapping her pointer finger against her chin. She eyed him curiously, considered his size and the few characteristics of his he’d shown her so far, before deciding, “White bellbird.”

His eyes sparkled. “Why’s that?”

“They’re the loudest.”

Bucky barked a laugh. “Finley, you’re killing me here. What’s it gonna take for you to extend an olive branch?”

Stella shrugged, taking a casual sip of beer. “Not sure. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

Some of the other ATA pilots must have spotted her, then, for they started calling her over, as if they thought she hadn’t seen them when she’d come in. Turning to them over her shoulder, she called back that she’d be over in a minute, then turned back to Bucky. “Those are my friends, who very much do exist, contrary to popular belief. You can come sit with us if you want.”

Bucky smiled to himself and turned back to the bar. “I was about to head off anyway.”

“To the pub?”

“Yeah.”

“What have they got that we don’t?” Stella challenged playfully.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he downed the rest of his beer and pushed himself to his feet. “Women who’ll tell me their names, for a start.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” Stella replied with a scoff. She followed his lead and got to her feet, too, then picked up her beer and started to walk backwards in the direction of the table of ATA pilots. “Have fun.”

Bucky laughed. “Yeah, I sure will.”

With a shrug, Stella turned and sat down with her friends, and Bucky disappeared out the door.

“New American?” one of her fellow ATA pilots, Jessop, asked as she sat down. He had one eyebrow raised, his head tilted as he looked between Stella and the door Bucky had just left through.

“Indeed,” Stella confirmed. “A major. Just flew his first combat mission today in observation for some other American regiment at some other base.”

“He’s been sat over there nursing a beer ever since we came in about an hour ago,” Jessop replied, settling back into his chair but not releasing his raised eyebrow. “Wondered what was the matter with the fella.”

Stella brushed this away. “He’ll be fine. He’s gone off to chase skirts down the pub.”

“You reject him already then, Fin?” asked one of her bunkmates, Alice, from beside her.

Stella rolled her eyes, lifting her beer to her lips for a sip. “If I was interested in sacrificing my hard-earned reputation over a man I would’ve taken Jessop up on his offer back in 1940.”

“I knew you fancied me, Finley!” Jessop cheered.

Stella rolled her eyes. “You knew nothing, you lying bastard, now sit still and drink your beer before you wear it.”

The gathered pilots chatted idly about the chits they’d flown today. Stella had been sent to a nearby base which was short of ATA pilots of its own to ferry a damaged Spitfire to a repair depot and had then picked up a freshly repaired Bristol Blenheim to fly back. Her day had been long, she said, but not difficult. Nonetheless, she headed off to bed prematurely, seeking a warm shower before the other female ATA pilots in her hut stole all the hot water.

#my writing #ata #masters of the air #masters of the air x oc #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan #john bucky egan #bucky egan #john egan x oc #john egan fanfic #john egan fanfiction #bucky egan x oc #bucky egan fanfic #bucky egan fanfiction

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riddledeep · 29 days ago

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FINLEY AND SAMMY: IN SHORT

Brief bios about Poof's and Foop's lifelong roommates at boarding school: a grumpy gamer pixie and a sugar-sweet bad boy.

MISTER GAVIN FINLEY HAMMERFALL

Occupation: Technically a full-time student; emotionally a part-time student

Birthday: Fourth Tuesday of November, Autumn of the Frozen Planet (Breath Subyear); celebrated once a decade on February 12th

Height: 4'1" (Tall for a fae)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 163,253 (Mentally young teen)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: INTP

Love Language: Quality Time

Handedness: Right dominant

Hometown: Inkblot City - Pixie World’s bustling capital city; contains the buildings seen in show canon

Core: Trophy Cup

Core Color: Pink

Crown Lift: N/A (Tomte)

Wand Type: Platinum - Functions like a standard phone; has safety measures to protect Finley from accidentally drawing magic out of himself, but can be used by others in emergencies

Fagiggly Color: Gray (Presumed)

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: N/A

Bio: Finley was first namedropped in the second chapter of Baby, You’re a Rich Man as a name H.P. had been tossing around for his next asexually reproduced offspring; this came up again in “Think Positive.” H.P. was expecting Finley during “Entire World” and held the sleepy baby pixie during “Terrible Timing.” He was officially introduced as a speaking character in “Evolution Hopeful,” where he appeared as Poof's, Foop's, and Sammy's roommate.

See also, Eclipse House Roommate Squad

Many Pixies begin internships at Pixies Inc. when they're around 50, but Finley was sent to Spellementary School instead (Later progressing to Alberich Middle and Carl Poofypants High).

After his birth, Finley spent the first three years of his life living with his Fairy foster family, the Hammerfalls. H.P. COULD reclaim his kids after they wean, but that would mean dealing with the Terrible Twos, so he waits until they're 3 and rips them from their families then.

Finley is Pixie 507, making him H.P.’s second-to-last surviving kid (508 being Southmark). He's a tomte: a fae who can't use magic- In his case, it's because H.P. "ran out" after having so many offspring. Finley can't channel magic or fly. His hat doesn't float and losing too much magic - such as through serious injury or intercourse - will cause death.

In Fae society, Finley is considered disabled. He can only channel magic one day per year: Gray Tuesday, when Pixies are given Fairy magic (because Finley isn't channeling his own internal magic and is drawing from an external power source). - See also, Prompt 124 - "This Is a Box."

Finley is that kid who never seems to pay attention to anything and never studies, yet always pulls some of the highest scores of the class. He’s easily bored by social interaction and has low self-esteem due to the lack of attention and praise he gets from the Head Pixie. Not much interest in making friends. He’s a loner.

In addition to being a tomte, Finley is a gyne (as indicated by his freckles). When he’s in Pixie World and H.P.’s pheromones are in play, he’s subordinate. At school, he’s dominant over Poof.

Sometimes Finley and Poof dangerously flip-flop between who the dominant gyne in the area is, but Finley’s been staying on top so far. Mostly because Poof rarely gets upset, and when he does, he’s more likely to cry than fight. If ever they do get angry, you can be sure they’ll channel their feelings by playing video games. Which Finley always wins. Get with the times! Gyne-instinct fights to the death are so hundreds of thousands of years ago.

His video game obsession sprang out of a mention from the upcoming Prompt 126, "Look At That!" about one of the random items in Cavatina’s backpack being Finley’s DS. I took that and ran with it when Finley actually appeared.

As the dominant gyne on their floor at the dorms - and later half the high school campus - Finley tends to turn heads and attract the ladies with his pheromones. There's no steady girlfriend in his life (Not that that’s unusual for pixies). Maybe his princess is in another castle? Uh... sure. Let’s go with that!

He is very, very gay and very, very uninterested in committed relationships. That said, he has a vaguely "roommates with benefits" relationship with Foop's alternate personality - Hiccup - who likes to cuddle up to Finley and pepper his cheeks with kisses while Finley plays games. They don't really talk about it. Despite Finley being a Seelie Courter (and thus closer in culture to Poof and Sammy), Foop and Hiccup are definitely his closest friends... Probably because they've been sharing a room for most of their lives. Foop dropped out of Spellementary when the May Blossom War began ("You'll Never Know"), so Whistle Fernfire was assigned as Finley's replacement roommate... They did not get along. Whistle and Foop swapped places in high school when Foop returned to classes and bullied his new Anti-Fairy roommates. For some reason, Foop just tolerates Poof, Sammy, and Finley better. Now that's friendship.

Finley is one of the only pixies who can actually get away with calling the Head Pixie "Dad"... mostly because he says it in scorn instead of affection. H.P. doesn’t worry about him much and - for the most part - lets him do what he wants. Plenty of other pixies are happy working at Pixies Inc., so if Finley wants to go to school, that's fine... Just make something of yourself, kid.

Finley's studying digital game design. During school breaks, he helps Pixie World with deliveries and paperwork, but only if he has to.

Full Character Profile || Family Tree || Pixie Class Overview || H.P. and Sanderson's Bios || Poof, Foop, and Hiccup's Bios || Whistle's Bio || Apartment Layout

SAMMY ÖLVIR SWEETSPARKLE

Occupation: Full-time student; rosewater station employee; struggles to hold a job for longer than a month

Birthday: January 6th (Observed)

Height: 3'5" (Average for a fae)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: Don’t be silly! Sammy never gets old!

Alignment: Chaotic Good

MBTI: ENFP

Love Language: Acts of Service

Handedness: Right dominant

Hometown: Beastville - The city in Beast World that exists directly underneath Muckledunk.

Core: Yo-Yo

Core Color: Blue (Layer 1 Yellow; Layer 2 Purple)

Crown Lift: N/A (Huldufólk)

Wand Type: Kitnut - Custom (Sparklestick)

Fagiggly Color: Yellow

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Golden retriever- & sugar cookie-themed Beast

Bio: Whether he's working hard in school or cruising town dressed in leather jackets with his besties, one thing's for sure- Sammy's a sweet guy who's always looking out for others. He's kind, thoughtful, and generous with his time. Huh... What's he hiding?

Sammy is one of the Huldufólk, and in line with their culture, he's a changeling child: switched at birth to obtain the milk he needed to thrive. Through a comedy of errors, Sammy was switched with a Beast child instead of the human his parents thought they'd be getting. Sammy's grown up in Beastville ever since, passed from one generation to the next.

From what I've heard, no one in the Iivac kin group remembers whom he was switched with in the first place (or how long ago it happened). Does this kid ever get old?

One could blame his Beast upbringing for his half-smothered tendency towards violence, but that would probably only be half true (and politically incorrect). Bunsen is in fact his foster brother; the two are quite close despite their separate species (and Sammy's move to boarding school). They both know what it's like to live in a community where you're one of the only representatives of your species people run into, especially when the stereotypes people carry about your kind aren't all that sweet.

Considering the back-and-forth life Sammy lives - one foot in multiple worlds and always feeling out of place - it's no surprise his core developed into a yo-yo. On one hand he's a very good student and kind friend to his classmates, always making an effort to sit by someone who looks a little lonely (Not to mention a big music lover).

And... that's as much as most people know about him. We mustn't discuss the changeling thing in good company- It's such a horrible and outdated practice. But, well, you know his culture...

Beneath that sweet and charming exterior lies an equally polite bad boy with a rebellious streak that can't be tamed. While Sammy's a great team player, he's not a pushover or afraid to stand up for himself... when he's not being bullied to tears by someone a lot bigger and stronger than him, of course.

Since he was raised in Beast World, Sammy's a little out of touch with Fairy social norms, but he learns fast. He grew up feeling overstimulated and finds Fairy World a bit unnerving. That's probably why he hangs out with Foop, whose wild energy isn't far off what he grew up around.

He's not had the best luck holding down a job... possibly because as one of the Hidden People, it's dangerous for him to serve others food. That said, he's managed to land a part-time job at a rosewater station, helping people refill their wands, and that seems to be working out. It leaves him plenty of time for studying, participating in orchestra (On the fiddle or harp, of course- He plays both), and hanging with friends.

Say one thing for Sammy- He can achieve a healthy work-life balance like no one you've ever met. His peppy attitude doesn't vanish easily and it takes a marathon effort to burn him out.

Foop's alternate personality - Hiccup - has a major crush on him. Hiccup spent much of Foop's childhood wrestling with indecision over whether it was appropriate for him to hang out with Sammy, as Hiccup sees himself as much older than Foop (See also, "Shadow"). It's unclear whether Foop himself feels the same attraction towards Sammy, but very possible... After all, who's more opposite a guy who likes good girls than a guy who's into bad boys? ... Has anyone seen Foop lately? It sure seems like Hiccup's been out front more and more since Sammy's adult wings came in...

Full Character Profile || Family Tree || Huldufólk - Social Ladder || Fairy Class Overview || Poof, Foop, and Hiccup's Bios || Whistle's Bio || Eclipse House Heights || Apartment Layout

#Fairly OddParents #Sammy Sweetsparkle #FOP Pixies #Cloudlands AU #RD Sammy #RD Finley #RD short bios #RD canon characters #RD side characters

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valsnonsense · 8 months ago

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Princess Iris of Pop

"...hi..."

Parents: Queen Poppy and King Branch

Siblings: Choco (Elder Sister), Vanilla (Elder Sister), Strawberry (Elder Sister), Apple (Elder Brother), Oran (Elder Brother), Lemon (Elder Brother), Lime (Elder Brother), Blueberry (Elder Brother), Grape (Elder Sibling)

Age: 13

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Pop

Voice Claim: Tori Kelly

The youngest child of Poppy and Branch. Quiet, reserved, but extremely smart, Iris is the most unique of all her siblings, in both appearance and abilities as a Troll.

Iris was born with ties to ancient magic, magic only found in The Depths. She has the ability to heal most wounds and cure many illness by channeling a magical energy through her paws. No one knows how she got this ability, but many think it's tied to her unique appearance.

Despite her rare powers, Iris is quite shy and extremely bashful about it, not liking the attention it gets her. She's often found hiding behind Branch in public, clinging to his robes as he goes about his day. Only in the presence of her family does Iris open up a bit more.

When with family, Iris shows her more open side. She's quiet sarcastic and witty like her father, and will casually roast her older siblings at the drop of a hat.

Iris is a Pop Troll through and through, and has one of the most beautiful voices of her family. She can often be found out in the gardens, singing to herself.

Iris currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her family.

Fun Facts!

- Iris' actually inherents her appearance from her great grandmother, Prism, wife of Rosiepuff. But since there are no pictures or records of her, no one is aware of this connection.

- Iris hatched on the exact same day as her cousin, Finley, son of JD. The two are very close, and can often be found sitting in the gardens, chatting away.

- Iris has an acute sense of how other Trolls are feeling. If you're hurt, either physically or emotionally, she's just able to tell. When her siblings are feeling down, she'll often just walk up to them and hug them, no words needed.

- Iris loves embroidery. Knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching, sewing, you name it. She can even weave tapestry's, and has several of her works hanging around their home.

And at long last, the last of the Broppy kids!! Iris was my favorite to design, and of all the kids she had the BIGGEST design overhaul. Originally, Iris was sort of the "indigo" Troll to match the rainbow theme I had going (naming her after the Iris flower), but I wasn't really feeling her design, so I flipped it on its head and made her a rainbow! She kept her name, now referencing the Goddess of The Rainbow in Greek Mythology.

And Iris has magic! Iris is definitely one of the "main protagonists" of the next gen if you will. She's not the only one with magic either! Her fellow magic users will be introduced soon~ and how the magic works will be explained later down the line

But I hope y'all liked the Broppy kids! The big family portrait will be posted tomorrow (it was such a pain to make why did I give them so many kids hdbdbdhdbbd)

Voice Example: Hallelujah (Tori Kelly)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls oc #broppy #trolls broppy #trolls iris #trolls the depths au #rainbow child #i love how she looks but DAMN her hair is a pain to draw #shes definitely a daddys girl too #she loves papa branch #Spotify #myart #traditional art

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year ago

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It Has to Be

For @amonthofwhump 12 Days of Whumpmas, Day 5: Ebenezer Scrooge |Power Outage | Time Loop | Overworked Whumpee | Comfort: Snuggling by the Fire

CW: Intimate whumper, past drugging and noncon, references to captivity and scars

The Motherfucking Gallaghers Masterlist

As always, Jax (and the mentioned Alfie) belong to @comfy-whumpee and are used with their input and permission.

Finley White is getting so tired of looking at Savvie Marcoset’s face. At least during the prepping stages, it’s mostly through videos and photographs. They can turn it off, turn away, take a break.

But they’re still tired of seeing it.

Not half so tired, they muse, as their client must be.

“Miss Savvie Marcoset, is it really you?! How are you?!”

“It’s Mrs. Savvie Marcoset,” She corrects, prim and proper. Savvie has her hands folded in her lap, her hair pulled back with a clip. The shadows under her eyes are the only sign that she is, at the time this was recorded, someone frantically searching for her missing captive. In a long off the shoulder black sweater and leggings, she seems relaxed and happy. She smiles, gentle and sweet. It looks utterly sincere. “I am married, you know.”

She holds up a hand and waggles her fingers, showing off the brilliance of her diamond ring.

The person wearing the camera device gasps with audible delight. “Did you really finally get him to put a ring on it? Gosh, Sav, I thought he would never propose!”

“I know that voice,” Finley White's client says, leaning forward. He frowns, his knee bouncing beneath the table. “I remember she was a twat.”

The corner of Finley’s mouth twitches, a smile they can't quite suppress. “Virginia Marshall, goes by Jennie. Went to college with Savannah Marcoset. The Marshalls were longtime friends with the Marcosets, close enough to be trusted. Jennie was facing some low-level charges of her own and agreed to help build this case as part of a plea deal.”

“Twat and coward.” He snorts. “Sounds about right.”

“Well, technically I was the one who got down on one knee,” Savvie says. There’s something strange in her eyes, like always - she looks with too much intensity. She’s hiding it well here, acting with the best of them, but Finley’s been staring at her face for so long that they can see right through it even so.

Finley saw Savvie Marcoset’s true talents on the stand, the first time. They had watched with surprised dismay as she charmed the jury, seeing how she could channel her intensity and terrifying focus into overwhelming charisma before an audience.

“Oh, that’s so modern,” The woman wearing the hidden camera gushes, cooing over the ring. “Did you write your own vows, too?”

Savvie laughs, abashed. “No, no. Traditional. I always wanted a traditional wedding. So did he, really, he's an old-fashioned kind of guy. You should have seen him blush during 'love, honor, and obey.'"

The noise Finley's client makes in reaction to that statement is indescribable.

“Traditional vows... makes sense. You’ve always been the romantic type. Where is that lucky duck today, anyway? The hubby? He isn't with you?”

Savvie's smile doesn't even flicker. “He’s at home with our babies. He loves being a stay-at-home dad, you know? It’s all he ever wanted to be.”

In reality, at the moment this video was recorded, the escaped Jax Gallagher was in his father's apartment, likely pretending to sleep, but at least not sleeping next to her. His children would have been nearby, safe from Savvie's cruelty for the first time.

You’d never know anyone was gone. She's as good an actress as she is at playing music, when she wants to be. And she is clearly pretending that absolutely nothing is wrong.

“Oh, well, bring him to my house sometime, yeah? Let me get a look at him and those little ones.”

“He’s… very private,” Savvie says, low and soft. She gives a little roll of her eyes. “Because of me being, you know, known, and he isn't from a famous family or anything… we like to keep his name out of things. His family is so toxic, plus you know how gossipy the press is about him…”

“Him? Him who?” The informant plays dumb.

“You know… My ex..."

“Oh, your ex Bastian Brighthall?”

“Ha! No, no. I just mean… you know. Since… prison. Which, like, can no one become rehabilitated in this country? Let me live! I’m a law-abiding citizen now, and, and a wife and mother! You have no idea what it's like just trying to raise babies these days..."

She’s so deeply offended. The informant pretends to be offended, too, and lets Savvie change the subject, turn it around to how hard it is to be a woman just trying to live out her happily ever after. It’s masterful, how well she can lead someone along and away from what she doesn’t want to share.

Finley White’s eyelid twitches where they sit at a table, watching this conversation unfold on a television bolted to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Beside them, their client has lapsed back into stony silence, his jaw set, arms crossed. He doesn't look at Savannah Marcoset’s sweet and smiling face, not directly.

He’s tense enough that Finley worries, more than a little, that one of his tendons will simply snap from the stress. He knows - he knew long before Finley said it out loud - what a farce this is, how utterly unnecessary. He knows better than anyone that Ms. Marcoset could have pleaded guilty and saved them all this expense and trouble. The evidence is thoroughly stacked against her. She has no way out, but it doesn’t stop her from throwing out every delay tactic she has.

Jax had been the first one to vocalize the point of Savannah’s strange game, during their meeting with him and his father after the arrest. She’ll drag it out, make it take as long as possible, he’d predicted, sitting in his father's cozy living room in his apartment in England. Finley had flown to him, once again - they had sworn to him once, after the first trial’s conclusion, that they wouldn’t ask him to fly back to America unless they had to.

He’d still been visibly recovering, a man made of shadows who sat with his little girl and her enormous curly hair clinging in wide-eyed silence to him. He’d held onto her just as tightly, as if even Finley might simply take her away if he let go for even a second. She’ll make it fucking miserable for everyone, just to get at me. She always fucking does.

Language, Jax’s father had admonished in a distant and fond way. That's one for the chocolate jar. Or two, maybe.

Jax’s child, who was so perfectly silent Finley kept forgetting she was there, had spoken for the first time. I don't mind, Daddy, she had said. She was so soft Finley barely made out the words. I know that’s grown up words. You don't have to do the jar. You can get chocolates.

Both men had smiled, then - one with open affection for his grandchild, one with a faint shift of lips that vanished as soon as Finley took it in.

Sorry, kiddo, Jax had murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. More for you, then, yeah? Finley had wondered, then, what it must feel like to love a child - to love someone that much - who only existed because of this kind of assault?

Jax had been angrier, or at least more obviously so, the first time they worked with him. After the first escape. During the first trial. The anger that had still flared up then was now a smoking skeletal forest, where you could feel heat against your palm when you laid it against the trunk of a tree, but not even embers were left to glow.

Are the little girl and the baby boy the first green things to grow afterward? Or just… bones, blackened stones weighing him down?

Shit, they need a drink. All their poetry electives from their own college days come out in florid metaphors on days like this one.

More than a drink, they need about sixteen hours of sleep. Not that Jax doesn't need both things more than they do, going through all this again, and again… they’d put it off as long as they could, but finally they’d had to ask him to fly here one more time.

This will be the last time. Finley White will stake their career on Savannah Marcoset never seeing daylight as a free woman again, or they’ll quit and take up needlepoint or whatever it is lawyers who drop the ball that badly do.

They failed him, once, in their own mind. That it could happen to him again feels like their fault, their responsibility, somehow.

Jax had been angrier, before, but less determined than he is now. He had found it much harder, then, not to look at Savvie Marcoset. As if he couldn't break himself of having all his thoughts centered on keeping her from punishing him. The way he had seemed frightened when they took her away, after the verdict, had been painful to watch.

Now he simply doesn't look at her on the screen at all.

Finley picks up the remote, scratching a fingernail over its smooth plastic surface.

Would it have been better, if they had managed to make it so she never walked free? It would have meant no second time held prisoner and therefore no children. Obviously it would have been better. Would he have chosen it, though, if he knew… chosen not to ever meet the quiet little girl and boisterous baby boy… maybe he would. Probably he would.

They would never ask.

In the present, Finley keeps their thoughts to themself. They lean forward, briefly pausing the video. “There’s a few minutes of going back and forth on this, Ms. Marcoset describing a… well, a very fanciful personal idea of the alleged wedding and honeymoon… I’m going to fast forward past it.”

“Thank fuck,” Jax mutters, scratching at the back of his head. His fingers twitch, involuntary, and he drops his hand quickly.

He didn't tremble like that the first time, either. That’s a lasting effect of the shock collar he’d been wearing when he turned up on his father's doorstep after running away with the kids. He hides the scars beneath scarves and Finley pretends they don't see them even when they do.

Those scars feel like visible evidence: Finley White fucked up, and here’s living proof. They’d gotten the conviction, decent prison time, parole within a limited area after release… and it hadn't been enough.

They’ve gone over and over the case, when they can't sleep or think about anything else. They had done a good job. They and a single paralegal, alone, had taken on the Marcoset team of defense lawyers and wiped the floor with them.

Jax seemed to think they had done a good job. Good enough that when he ran this time, he’d called them as soon as he was ready, anyway. He could have gotten a different lawyer, but he had called them, and trusted them, to put her away again.

They just have to make sure it sticks this time. For life, bar the door, throw away the goddamn key.

It was another thing Jax said first, although not in so many words - that if she ever left prison again, Jax almost certainly wouldn't survive it. He’d been hunched over a beer, that first in-person meeting at his father's place. Finley was still jet-lagged from getting on the first flight out, and nearly asleep on the sofa. He hadn't brought it up until the kids and his father were safely asleep.

If she gets out again, or… comes h-here… that's it. He hadn't looked up at them, just stared down at his beer. The kids vanish first, probably. Dead or disappeared. Whatever she thinks will fuck me up worse. Actually, probably disappeared and then dead later once she thinks-... once she’s made me sorry. Then me, after them.

Then you? Last?

Yeah. Disappeared. Or dead. Or both. But she’ll go after them first. She'll-... He drank half the beer in three long swallows, wiped a hand over his face, and then exhaled and looked over at them. She can't hurt my kids. Okay? She can't.

Finley had nodded, and lifted their own beer in a kind of grim salute. She won't. We nail her to the wall this time, Jax. I promise.

Fuck yeah. His expression stayed flat, but he clinked his beer glass against theirs and that was that, he was Finley White's once and future client one more time.

Even though the case is open and shut, they’re throwing everything they’ve got at this, leaving nothing on the table. Leaving nothing to chance or luck. They have a promise to keep.

“Our informant wore this camera to get an idea of what Mrs. Marcoset was thinking, how she was playing your disappearance from her life. It was recorded before she was arrested,” Finley explains. On the screen, Savvie's rushed dramatics are silent, her hands moving in gestures that constantly flash the ring. Her smile is absolutely radiant. She has always been a beautiful woman, layered over the cruelty beneath. “We probably won't need this at court-”

“Then why are we watching it?” He asks abruptly. Not angry or hostile, just wanting to get it all over with.

They know the feeling.

“Because I thought you might want to see this part,” They say, and hit play, the video shifting back into regular speed, the casual buzz and clink of the restaurant around them kicking back in.

“-three years old,” Savvie is saying. She is every inch the proud and loving mother, pulling out her phone and then turning it around to show the informant. “Born in… in May, named after my grandmother. Isn't she beautiful? Doesn't she look just like me?”

“This was after I left?” Jax frowns at the photo Savvie has pulled up - of Jax holding his daughter back when she was a baby who already had too much hair and eyes too big for her face. Jax, his gaunt frame dressed in slightly oversized designer clothes to hide bruises and his unreliable access to food, is looking at the camera with a false and slightly hazy-seeming smile.

“Yes,” Finley answers, nodding. “This conversation would be maybe… six months after that.”

Jax’s eyes narrow. “That photo’s of Izzy as a baby, for one thing. For another… her birthday isn't in fucking May. Jesus. I didn't know the day, she never would tell me, but I knew what season. Also, Iz was four when we got back home, and she would have turned five by… whenever this is. We got her a fucking cake, my dad and I, when she turned five."

“You are absolutely certain that-”

“Yes,” He answers them, voice flat and cold as paper on stone.

“You may have to testify about that, Jax. Good evidence of a lack of connection to Isabeh-”

“Izzy,” He corrects automatically.

“Right. Sorry. I’ve been elbow-deep in legal docs all day, everything is full legal names. This video might not be worth much during the criminal trial, but for the civil case regarding the children’s living arrangements-”

“Yeah, fine, I’ll testify. Yeah.” He snorts. “Also, I'm fucking drugged in that photo she flashed around. If that matters.”

“You are?” That's a surprise to them. They turn to rewind the video back to when the photo is held up, pausing it, scanning it over again. The slight smile, the way he gripped tight to the girl… almost white-knuckled…

“Yeah. High as hell and terrified I'll drop her. Scared that that's her game this time. Get me to let Iz slip through my arms and then get goddamn mad at me for not being careful enough. I got her to stop putting shit in my drink when the kids were awake eventually, but she was still doing it, then.”

He isn't casual with how he drops these pieces of abject horror into conversation - no, Jax wields this information like a riddle, or a test. How you respond is to pass or to fail, and Finley knows him well enough by now to be aware that very few people come back from failure.

So they nod, and wait to see if he plans to offer anything more.

He looks over at them, then back at the photo frozen in time on the screen. “Had to tell her I liked that shit, just… you know. After the kids went down to sleep.” He meets Finley’s gaze head on, staring them down.

But he knows them well enough that he knows he never has to spell any of it out, not anymore.

So they nod again. “And it worked?”

“Yeah. Mostly.” He looks away. Finley never knows for sure if they’ve passed the test, not until he keeps talking. “I could put her off with asking for it to happen later. Savvie forgets shit. Half the time by the time she went to sleep, she didn't remember she even brought it up.”

Half the time.

Finley looks back at the video, and hits the play button. Savvie is back to happily chattering about her perfect husband and perfect children, sitting in a café months after the bruised, battered, scarred man and children in question had escaped her grasping fingers and shock collars and cruelty, but before there was enough to bring her in.

She had to have known they were coming for her, by this point. And yet she pretended everything was completely fine, that nothing had happened. She was either so sure her family would throw enough weight around to fix it for her in the end, or…

“She’s completely out of her mind,” Finley whispers. Not that they hadn't said it before. But this… this is different. “She just. Can't deal with it, and so she just doesn't even acknowledge the problem exists. Jax-”

“Yeah, I know how she is. Lucky you, you didn't get that shit up close and personal like I did. This isn't even the worst of her bullshit.”

“Looking at her, you’d never know it.” Finley sits back, not allowing themself to slump. If they can pull this off, there's a four hundred dollar bottle of stupidly priced bourbon they’re going to buy to celebrate. “Look at her. No sign whatsoever of anything but happily ever after. You ran. It’s been months since she last saw you or your children… and she’s calm as can be. She doesn't even know where you are."

“She probably knew where I was.” Jax shrugs, outwardly unbothered. “I mean, she’s a stupid shitsnob, but she knows I'd go to my dad. She knew where I was gonna go if I got away from her.”

“She didn't go for you, though, didn't try to recapture you. At the time, if she knew…”

Jax gives them the stare again. “I know exactly what she did. She freaked out when we were gone, called her bastard shitstain uncle for help. He had people hunting me, until we got to the border. We barely managed to keep out of sight of them. We had to cross the border… we had to.”

“Right, because in the UK… you’re, uh-” They hesitate.

Jax prickles when they hesitate. His eyes narrow, and Finley straightens their posture, refusing to wilt before that stare. “You can say it,” He says, voice flat. “Fucking famous for being kidnapped, right? There were programmes about that shit. Fucking journalists. And I bet once we made it over the border, dear Uncle Isaac told her he wasn't going to risk it anymore, to pack her shit and go home, act normal. Be seen so she could act like she never left. See if they could wait me out.”

Sometimes they forget how watchful Jax is, how well he understands not just Savannah Marcoset herself but the parade of Marcoset family members who treated him like Savvie's toy or worse. He didn't understand it all that well the first time.

Another thing he only has to know because they couldn't keep him safe.

“Right. But that's practical... from a criminal perspective. That's not… this.” They look over at the screen again, frozen once more on Savvie's cheerful, winning smile.

“No.” Jax’s knee is bouncing again. There has always been a hum of energy in him, but even that is held more inside him now. Because they hadn't hammered their case hard enough.

It just hadn't been enough.

It has to be enough this time.

“Jax… we have to show them that Savannah Marcoset. Not the one in this video, but the one who incapacitated you to make it easier for her to harm or control you. She is going to want them to see the act, try to get parole on the table, try to get at least limited access to the children-”

“Which she won't fucking get.” For just a second, the layer of self-protective hostility drops. It’s not panic, not visibly, but it’s close. “I told you, first thing I fucking said, she can't get at my kids. The whole reason I'm fucking doing this is to keep them safe. She can't get her hands on my fucking kids.”

“No,” They say, voice firm, and meet his eyes. He scoots slightly back, arms crossed again, staring at them fixedly with his chin tipped slightly down. They watch him right back. “She won't. We talked about it, I remember. No access, full stop. No presents, no letters, she gets no photos and no updates. Absolutely nothing. Complete termination of parental rights. Complete. No exceptions."

“And prison for-fucking-life, and no parole.”

“No chance. It’s going to be rough, Jax, I won't lie to you. She’s going to put on a show, and we are going to need to systematically dismantle it. Take away all her charm and let them see who you saw, day in and day out.”

He nods, jaw set. Stubborn and determined, and maybe the fire still burns down in there somewhere. His smile is so genuine they nearly wonder if it's real. “Good. Yeah. Uh, how, though?”

They look back over at Savvie, the face filling the screen. Savvie will be magnetic, just like the first time. Not so young, now, not able to play the innocent girl led astray. But she'll play all the greatest hits of sincerity, earnestness, contrition… Jax, by contrast, is all rough edges and bristling quiet. He won't charm anyone so readily. But his story will be what actually happened.

They just need to prove it.

“I had a couple more recordings for us to look at today,” They say, thinking, mind spinning. “But they aren’t urgent. Let’s break early, you head back to see what your little ones are up to, and I'll start drafting an outline of what we prove and how we prove it. I have some ideas. We’ll reconvene here tomorrow at 8 am.”

“Sounds good, yeah.” Jax shifts, restless, ready to get out of the room with Savvie’s face still on the wall.

“Tomorrow we’re going to talk about some… difficult stuff, Jax. Make sure you take it easy tonight.”

He looks at them, then just turns away, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. “Right. Yeah. Stuff about the kids, or the rape?”

It’s a test again.

God, how Finley hopes they never fail this man, not this time. Not when they couldn't keep him as safe as he deserved to be.

“Just the outline,” They say, casual as can be. “But.. both. All of it. No details yet. But later-”

“Yeah. I’ll be back at 8. Ish.” He leaves before they can say another word, and they sit back, staring after him.

They have mountains of documents to finish sorting through, and a man carrying so much cruelty in his head that if he opens his mouth on the stand, a waterfall might come rushing out. He's covered in scars from Savvie's abuse, has two kids that are living evidence of assault. They have a traumatized little girl in therapy multiple times a week. They have Jax’s devotion to his son and daughter compared to Savvie not even knowing what time of year Izzy was born in.

They have so much.

It has to be enough.

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Passing zora fan here and I personally think you are more correct when you pointed out eldest daughter curse with regards to Mipha's age. It's easy to not notice since we never see her stand next to full grown zora women (which are probably around 7-8 feet tall) but she is VERY SHORT, shorter than Link and he's also short. Since she's so small, it makes more sense for her to not be an adult. Which isn't to say you don't grow as an adult, but an adult Zora who's still growing wouldn't be as short as her.

The way she carries herself is 100% the eldest daughter curse. Her situation is extremely similar and somewhat parallels what Zelda (who was 16 just turned 17) goes through in botw. They both have societies with high expectations, and an important magical ability. The main difference between the two was that Mipha had a considerably more loving (though not perfect) environment and was able to channel her emotions, and use her power, which Zelda couldn't do till the last moment unfortunately due to her environment. This parallel is acknowledged by Mipha trying to give Zelda advice, but getting cut off just before she can speak. I also think the way Mipha handles herself is not that of an adult, but that of a teenager who is forced to be an adult.

I know it's possible my point might be countered by the one NPC named Finley who looks like a child but "is a young woman who hasn't hit her growth spurt yet" but I 100% believe that Finley is NOT in fact an adult, but a fresh teenager who is going through the "I'm practically an adult" phase. I know the game tries to say otherwise but it's some goofy and contradictory writing in my opinion.

I'm sorry if this sounded super emotionally charged realized it might T-T I'm just very autistic about the zoras and very passionate. I'm genuinely not trying to sound like an ass. Tumblr just decided to show me your post and I wanted to post my own opinion, I apologize if I bothered you

hi anon your passion is appreciated and you did not bother me, i'm happy to see that my little post inspired you enough to write me something too, so dw :3

i don't have a particularly strong opinion about mipha's age like i do with revali, so i think you and the other anon are just going to have to duke it out on the field together about it LOL. i won't debate about the correlation between height and age as a 20 year old asian afab person, but i do think if zora genetics have any similarities with hylian/human genetics, then there could be a possibility of mipha being older and still tiny. perhaps she was a late bloomer or inherited a recessive gene/condition/etc that caused her be much smaller than the rest of her peers. seeing as that king dorephan is fucking massive and we never see her mother (as far as i know, i haven't played loz in a while), the speculations we can have on the extent of zora puberty, especially regarding mipha and sidon's genetics, is pretty limited bc the game obviously doesn't focus on biology and the details are likely kept intentionally vague to encourage players to ship mipha and link etc.

i don't have anything substantial to say regarding finley LOL i agree that nintendo was a bit messy with the localization for whatever that story was supposed to be about. i do quite like your reasoning about her still being a teenager forced to act an an adult in lieu of the Eldest Daughter Curse since i have had similar experiences and caught onto that immediately as well. that parallel between her and zelda haunts me; they could have been so close, bonding over their similar circumstances but we get that all taken away by the calamity.

#loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's headcanons #ask #anon #disclaimer: i'm not knowledgeable on mipha or the rest of the zora in any game i'm just some guy #the stem student in me jumped out a little for this post #let me see that recessive gene babygirl 😍#am i allowed to softly tag this as zelpha

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luckloveandwaterfalls · 1 year ago

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heloooo! hows life? and also, what jobs do you think the aouv crew would have?

Hello!! I'm so so sorry it took me this long to get around to answering, I started it and then promptly forgot it in my drafts for a really long time :/ This is a fun question to think about!

Alistair - I've seen people on here talking about how Alistair would be a writer post-canon, and I agree wholeheartedly. He's a natural storyteller and I think he would love the chance to channel that creativity without terrifying himself in the process. Also, the relative anonymity and privacy would be good for him in the aftermath of the tournament.

Isobel - Let my girl follow her dreams of going to fashion school! I think she'd be incredible at it and the deviation from the Macaslan "jobs" and spellmaking she's expected to follow would be good for her. Many years in the future, her designs become famous, which is perhaps the biggest fuck-you to Cormac (ppl hear Macaslan and they don't think of the "family business" anymore)

Gavin - He goes through a series of temporary jobs until Fergus is an adult so he can keep a roof above their heads, then once Fergus leaves Ilvernath for university he kind of flounders a bit. Eventually Gavin ends up leaving the city as well and gets a good job in land surveying—something with a physical, hands-on element that still requires a lot of intelligence and precision.

Briony - Everyone expects her to pursue politics or some other profession with a lot of publicity, but Briony surprises everyone by becoming an attorney. She'll never let go of her desire to help and save people, but she doesn't want to be associated with the Thorburns (minus Innes) anymore, and she's become less obsessed with the idea of being a hero. She gains a reputation for being a fierce advocate for her clients against injustice.

Finley - ???? Part of the reason why it took me so long to get to this ask was because I have no fucking clue what job Finley would have. This may be partially due to the fact that I am 100% convinced this poor boy will have the worst case of burnout post-canon that leads to several breakdowns. I also think he'll feel very aimless, because so much of his life has been about living up to expectations. Please chime in if anyone has ideas about what Finley would end up doing with his life, because I'm getting very hung up on the inevitable mental health issues in his immediate future.

Elionor - She becomes an engineer and specializes in integrating magick with otherwise mechanical designs. She barely makes it through her internship because of her attitude, but she becomes known for her creative and innovative work.

Carbry - Carbry becomes a professor. What better way to make a life out of learning, and bestowing it upon others? He does a lot of hands on research focusing on the history of curses and other magickal occurrences.

Hendry - For a while, Hendry isn't sure what he wants to do with his life, especially since he's never had any of the normal experiences that he's heard about up until this point. He encourages Alistair to pursue writing and tries out a few different paths before opening up a small indie bakery. He gets a few opportunities to expand but never takes them because he wants to keep it a warm, homelike setting where you can taste the love that went into every pastry.

Reid - Reid never writes another book. He keeps the MacTavish shop running, but years down the line, he moves more into the research aspect of cursemaking and develops some theories that he handles more responsibly than his previous experiments. Some of them get studied academically and developed into modern cursemaking/breaking advancements.

Diya - Of course I had to include her :) Diya rightfully tells the spellmaking society to fuck off and starts to do her own thing. Ten years down the line and she's known throughout Kendalle for being one of the best magickal fixers.

Thanks for the ask :) Please don't let the excruciating amount of time it took me to respond dissuade you from sending me more lmao, I love to talk about this series and my schedule seems to be a bit less hectic for the time being!

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infinitegunshot · 15 days ago

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All links and pages 👇

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Finley working on my tiktok page lol

Discord server link

YouTube channel

Bsky.social page

Deviantart page

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toshinoris-spouse · 2 months ago

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Permanent Roleplay Ad

Pen Name: Writer Age: 23 Currently: (Selectively) Accepting Age for RP Partner: 18+ Location: Discord/Google Docs/G-Mail Warning: I am very selective about this, please read the entire post.

All info that I figure is relevant has been posted under the cut. Enjoy!

Requirements

Literacy: Literate/Advanced Lit Size of Replies: 6-8 paragraphs per side, so a total of 12-16 paragraphs per reply. Anywhere from 3.5k chars to 8k chars per side, usually (500-1,000 words per side). Genres: Romance, Adventure, Action, Fantasy Preferred Reply Speed: Anywhere from once a week to once a month. POV: Third Person, Past Tense. Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia Universe Type: Soulmate AU (more info later on) Where: Discord/E-Mail/Google Docs NSFW: I am happy portraying NSFW, but only between adult characters.

I will not accept adult x minor RPs. I am more than fine accepting CC x CC, OC x Canon, or SI x Canon from other parties.

I will not accept adult SIs that have been aged down to ship with teenagers.

The inverse holds true as well- I will not accept minor SIs that have been aged up to be with adults.

I can portray anyone for your OC (or canon if you want a CC x CC on your end), but do keep in mind that I only accept Toshinori Yagi as Finley Well's love interest. If you do not want to portray Toshinori Yagi for me in exchange for whoever on your side, please do not contact me.

Whether you prefer Discord. Google Docs, or E-Mail, I will be making a web of ways to talk to you. Bare minimum will be channels/E-Mail threads for: general OOC conversation, artwork and reference images, music we may want to send one another, character headcanons/info, plotting, specific in-universe details, planned events, filler ideas/little in-universe events, and another channel/thread for the roleplay itself.

Regardless of what you want to RP on (Discord, Google Docs, G-Mail), if you have a Discord, I will probably ask for it so I can at least set up an OOC space for us.

Please be alright with my side (YagiFin) being a quickburn. I don't want to portray any slowburns (that's- not really my style) but I'm more than fine to do medium burns, if it's preferred over a quickburn romance.

You must be capable of writing in complete English, with decent grammar and spelling. A mistake every now and then is fine, but text loaded with spelling/grammatical errors will not be accepted.

While it is not required, I'm a bit of a purple-prose writer- so I enjoy writing emotions and thoughts into my responses, as well as general scenery and the like. It would be nice if you could match this, though it is not required, if you're more of a technical writer. I do, however, wish you luck in somehow meeting the word minimum.

Initial Message

Please send me a writing sample early on. I will not move forward to making a server/handing out my E-Mail until I have read your writing sample.

Please send me the info listed below, I don't have a passcode, but if this is not sent I will not respond to you:

Pen Name: Age Range: Favorite Genre to RP: Least Favorite Genre to RP: Preferred Romance Speed (quickburn/mediumburn): Favorite MHA Character(s): Favorite Arc (if any): OC / OC Info (if applicable): Who you'd like me to portray for you (can be one character or a list): Timezone: Writing Sample:

Extra Stuff (That Fits Nowhere Else)

Another 'not required' but it is in this area since it fits nowhere else: it would be nice if our characters could root for each other! Whether it be your OC and Fin's being friends supporting the other's blossoming relationship, or other such things- I just find that kind of link between characters helps make the roleplay more fun!

Please be sure to read the Soulmate AU Info section in its entirety. If you have any questions, feel free to let me know- and if you can, please let me know early on if you have anywhere in particular you want the Words to be for your pairing, as well as what the Words are!

The RP will always start near the start of the MHA series. I like to RP through the series from the top, in each RP. I also enjoy incorporating each of the movies (as I can) into the RP, depending on how far I get.

Note: My timezone is EST! Also, I will not be doing any RPs that are particularly angst-heavy, as that isn't my style. I prefer fluffy romance, but I will do some angst (since fluff cannot exist in a vacuum). If you're here just to torture a couple, please contact someone else, that's not my jam.

Soulmate AU Info

The Soulmate AU I’ve crafted starts with one of the base ideas of a generic Soulmate AU - the first Words your soulmate will ever say to you (if you have any) are written somewhere on your body, in your soulmate’s native language and specific handwriting. These Words are pitch-black until spoken to the target, and once spoken, they will glow- until the target realizes who their Soulmate is. One cannot die until their Words have glowed at least once, so there are some who are incredibly reckless as a result. There are some who wander the world, their Words having been glowing for years- but with no idea as to who their Soulmate is.

The Words begin to feel as though they are burning if a Soulmate is in danger- it can range from a faint uncomfortable sensation to an intense agony, like one is being branded or cut through with a blazing knife (the strength of the burning sensation depends on the danger the Soulmate is in, with life-threatening being the most painful). Any injuries that occur to one’s Soulmate’s Words can be felt by the other person, on their Words. Words are also located in generally the same location, and Soulmates can be polycules or couples, or anything in between- and range from romantic to platonic.

Some actively seek out their Soulmate(s) for the sake of the power boost such a meeting offers. To meet your Soulmate is to have your stats suddenly see an increase- though it isn’t always the best. Heroes have been tied with Civilians. Villains have been tied with Heroes. Soulmates of powerful or important individuals (if an important individual has a Soulmate) have to be careful due to the target on their back, since if your Soulmate dies, so do you. It’s not an immediate death- but within the course of a month, if one’s Soulmate has died… They will wither away as well, the speed at which it occurs depending on their willpower, but none who have Soulmates survive beyond a month after their Soulmate’s death.

Sections of Hero Agencies have been dedicated to protecting Pro Heroes’ Soulmates, and kidnappings have been known to happen when a Villain finds their Soulmate. Civilian pairings are the safest- but by no means happen all the time. Some think the Words are a curse, but there is no way to remove them.

There are also some Quirks that are Soulmate-centric, and thus do not affect those without Soulmates.

Toshinori Yagi has spent years keeping All Might’s Soulmate tie a secret. He made sure his costume’s sleeves were long enough that no one would ever see the two simple Words written there- dodging questions about having a Soulmate every chance he could. He’d never met them, his Words were pitch-black… Two simple Words, in scratchy English: Oh, hi!

He could never let anyone know All Might had a Soulmate. The target that would be painted on such an individual… They would never survive.

Toshinori’s stat increase was that his timer as All Might doubled, and even after episode 49 of the anime/his fight with AfO, he can technically turn into All Might for a few minutes at a time- but his power is still greatly diminished. Diminished far too much for him to continue his work as a Hero, though it does help in split-second circumstances, if he burns through what few minutes he has in a momentary burst of strength.

Fin’s stat increase was a general increase to their strength, speed, and stamina to near superhuman levels- they can lift up to 550lbs after meeting All Might, and run up to 24mph (though it takes a little bit to get to that speed). Their Quirk remained as it was, with no noticeable increase- though at the time that Fin met Yagi, they didn’t know ‘Quirkless’ meant something a little more when it came to them.

Generally, when I RP in this AU, one of my first questions for others about their ships is: What Words they want their ship to have, and where. This helps immensely in setting up the starter.

Writing Sample

My writing sample is actually available on a document, now! Enjoy~!

#But I swear it feels real/When you take my hand | Writer/Mun #long post #mha rp ad #mha rp #bnha rp ad #bnha rp #rp ad #my hero academia rp #boku no hero academia rp #roleplay ad

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