#gianna stone

[narrators-journal]

Sometimes I think I should split this blog up by fandom, but then I remember that my hyperfixating comes and goes, so if I did that, most of em would be soooooo dead 😅😅😅

[delilahsturniolo]

no body, no crime

— m.s

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chapter 2 . . . rising suspicions

in which . . . you and matt are private investigators, trying to figure out an unsolved murder from years ago.

warnings . . . mentions of death, and a bit of arguing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first and please credit me if you are taking inspiration from my writing. happy reading! :)

you huffed as you stabbed a red push pin into a small photo, hanging it on a bulletin board. matt sat in front of the board, analyzing all the photos you put up so far.

“okay…here are the known suspects.” you said breathlessly, pointing to a photo of a bald man wearing a plaid dress shirt.

“mr anderson, emily’s algebra teacher. who she supposedly had an affair with. do you think he’d know something?” you turned around, looking at matt.

“meh, he’s just an old man. next.” matt grunted in boredom.

“okay…what about gianna? emily’s sister?” you suggested, matt just shrugged.

“can you at least be a little helpful?” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. matt groaned in annoyance at you, getting up and standing closer to the bulletin board.

“you’re being stupid.” matt looked at you.

“what?”

“look.” matt shoved you out the way, making you scoff in disbelief.

“you aren’t thinking about this enough you idiot. look at the time stamps, emily and justin went outside the house at approximately 10:30 PM. emily was shot at 10:56 PM.” matt explained.

“okay, so?” you huffed.

“so, we need to find out where our suspects were and what they were doing at that time.” matt turned around to face you, brushing his leather jacket off confidently.

“alright mr-know-it-all.” you laughed, matt shook his head at you.

“if mr-know-it-all wasn’t here you wouldn’t be getting anywhere with your crazy delusions. now come on, we gotta go.” matt ushered you to get up.

“where are we going?” you tilted your head in confusion.

“we’re gonna go to the jones’s residence.” matt smiled, trying to gauge your reaction.

“matt…are you sure about this?” you questioned, getting up.

“you wanna solve this case and prove everyone wrong? then follow me.” he didn’t even allow you to answer, leaving you know choice but to follow him. you grunted and dragged your feet across the floor, slowly following him and getting into the car.

about 15 minutes later, matt parked the car, you both stepped out. you were facing a small white house with a ruby red front door. you sighed.

you and matt walked up to the front porch, matt gulped nervously and held out his fist, softly knocking on the door.

you heard creaking from inside, causing you and matt to exchange a look of suspicion. before you even knew it, the door opened.

a girl with dirty blonde hair, a white tank top and pajama pants looked at you and matt in confusion.

“can i help you?” the girl smacked her gum loudly, causing you to flinch. she looked as annoyed as ever.

“hi! i’m y/n, and this is detective sturniolo. we’re from the silver stone detective agency.” you smiled politely, matt waved awkwardly.

“okay…you here to arrest me or something?” the blonde laughed stupidly, but immediately stopped when you and matt didn’t laugh.

“is gianna home?” matt asked her, his tone firm.

“that’s me.” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ears.

“um…is it okay if we interview you about your sister? we just wanna talk, and collect information.” you asked her, her face dropped.

“m—my sister? emily? the case reopened?” she asked frantically, you nodded your head.

“come…come in i guess.” gianna hesitantly spoke, stepping out of the way so you and matt could enter the house.

she led you both to the living room, the only sounds in the room were your footsteps and the ticking clock echoing.

you and matt sat next to each other while gianna sat on the couch across from you two. you took out your phone, scrolling and clicking on voice memos.

“is it okay if i record?” you asked her, she nodded.

you clicked record, setting your phone down in the middle of the coffee table in front of you.

“september 21st, 5:04 PM. interview with gianna jones, sister of emily jones.” you stated into the microphone.

matt cleared his throat. “so, were you at the house party in 2015? the one were emily and justin died at?” matt asked gianna, she nodded.

“i was. it was one of our friends’s party’s.” she answered, matt nodded.

“do you know where you were at about 10:30 PM that night?” you asked next, gianna’s eyebrows furrowed, leaning back in her seat.

“ahhh—i don’t know if i can remember, that was years ago.” gianna hummed as she began to think. “i believe i had already left.” she spoke.

“you went home after?” you asked, interrupting matt as he was about to speak. gianna nodded.

“are you sure?” you insisted, narrowing your eyes at her as she looked hesitant.

“wait…do you seriously think i killed emily?” gianna scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“y/n—“ matt put a hand on your shoulder, but you brushed him off.

“no no no, where were you really?” you pushed the question further, gianna was absolutely fuming.

“what the fuck is wrong with you!? i told you i went home!” gianna raised her voice at you, standing up. you got up also.

“gianna, i don’t want to argue with you i—“

“no! get the fuck out my house! stop questioning me!” gianna screamed at you, pointing at the door. you sighed in annoyance.

“gianna come on! you must know something!” you tried walking closer to her so you could talk with her, but gianna took a step back. matt grabbed your phone, stopping the recording and grabbing your arm.

“y/n, it’s time to go.” he said in a quiet tone, trying to pull you away. you resisted his grip but nothing worked, he pulled you out of the house and in front of the car.

“let me go.” you yanked your arm away from matt, your voice wobbling emotionally as you spoke. matt’s gaze softened, which was a rare occurrence for someone as cold-hearted as him.

“how could she be like that!? she was clearly hiding something!” you expressed your rage, pacing back and forth.

“i mean, there was no way she just…went home!” you raised your voice slightly, tears of frustration slipping down your cheeks. you thought you could do this, it was going to be way harder than you thought. maybe everyone was right, maybe you were just crazy.

matt stopped your pacing, catching you by placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him, which caught you by surprise.

“y/n, stop for a minute. calm down, just breathe.” he instructed, your angry rambling immediately came to a halt as you looked up at him.

“i agree, she could’ve reacted better. but you didn’t have to overwhelm her with so many questions. remember, her sister died. this could be hard for her to talk about. you need to slow it down, we have plenty of time to solve this case. okay?” matt reassured you. why was he being so…nice?

“okay.” you replied, taking a deep breath. matt let go of you.

“let’s go back to headquarters and review what we’ve got, then we’ll call it a day.” matt told you as he got into the drivers seat, starting the car and waiting for you to get in.

maybe you weren’t so crazy after all, maybe…there was something you just didn’t quite catch.

and you were in it for the long run, little did you know that you’d go through a wild ride of twists and turns.

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[numbuh-72]

Mourning AU Mini Comic/Scenario??

Despite being warned multiple times by Numbuh 362 to not approach Sector PHP, Gianna decided to go anyways, in an attempt to give it her all to try and help out her friends move on from their loss slowly but surely. Before arriving though, Gianna brought along some flowers, and her teddy bear, Joseph. This bear was made to help Gianna push through her own loss of her brother, and to hopefully give her the strength to help the sector out...After all, she has been through those stages before.

Once she arrived, Gianna cautiously made her way to the graveyard and approached the two stones. After seeing the area not guarded, Gianna decided to kneel down and take the time to mourn herself...

Gianna: "Hey guys....I hope you two...have been doing ok. I brought some gifts to give you guys some....decorating...but to also express my sadness and....how much I miss you two."

Gianna: "..I know that...we haven't been hanging out much...but, you two have been amazing and caring. You guys...have done a lot for me up til this point. I wish...we could've had more fun together..."

Gianna then sets down the flowers on their graves and hugs Joseph close to her, shutting her eyes and tears fall from her face.

Though right on schedule....someone was standing behind her, ready to strike.

Gianna: "Your friends...and families...miss you a lot. I can't bare to see them like this...I...have a good feeling that you two can't bare it either."

Phoebe pulls out her weapon while Gianna was in the zone and began to swing at her....Until...

Gianna: "...Am I wrong...Phoebe?"

Just as Gianna spoke to her...Phoebe...stopped her attack? Gianna then slowly turns to her, facing one of her best friends with a sad, yet...all knowing expression.

Despite the anger taking over Phoebe, she was hesitating hard in finishing her strike. Gianna only continues to stare at her...expecting to finish the job. However...It felt like, there was a presence...or two in the area that prevented the attack to be finished. The only thing that stopped Phoebe was that behind Gianna...the presence of two spirits, looked like they were protecting Gianna from her demise...and the peace offers she had brought for the two. To be continued....?

I wanted to do a sort of mini comic/scenario with the lovely @artsygirl0315 in the Mourning AU she had made that caught my eye- sdfvsdfvf (Plus, wanted to try and do some interacting as well- XDDD)

In the AU, Gianna was fully aware of what happened to Evan and Mella and was in sorrows and grief herself. However, because of the advice she was given by them before the "Incident", this made Gianna try and move forward for their sake...just like how she is doing for her brother.

Given the circumstances and of course wanting to return the favor they did for her...Gianna decided to vow to herself and give everything she's got to help Sector PHP get back on their feet.

It won't be an easy journey for her yes...but this is gonna be one of those journeys...she won't back down on.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Lets goooooooo!!!! I’m back with oh so many emojis and oh so much gratitude to you for writing for them! It genuinely brings me a lot of joy and I really appreciate it!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(im so loving this current era - like even when they’re talking logistics and eddie’s being hard on himself there’s still just so much love and happiness in the air!)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(that last chapter was fabulous! Here comes covid and potentially a buckley parents visit? Very curious what that looks like in this world)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸(on the edge of my seat!!! This story is everything to meeeee!!)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮(baby bobby i’m sending you love!)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(cant wait for maddie and eddie and chris to be there so they can all live through hell together 💖)

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(i love the name! And im so so excited to read this one!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼(the angst from these snippests is really getting to me!)

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐(MAY!!!!!)

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(MY BELOVED CRANBERRY IS BACK YAY!!!!!)

I so love all your work (in case I haven’t been clear about that :p) but one thing I’m currently so impressed by is that you have three separate wips where buddie is established and yet the stories all feel so distinct from each other - they all stand alone and feel in character and aren’t repetitive! It’s so impressive and you’re such a talented author!!!

Thank you so much for this! Lots of love from your biggest fan!!!

AHH THANK YOU! That makes me so very happy to hear. I am so glad they all feel distinct and not repetitive to you! YOU ARE SO KIND!!!!

51 for ⚡️ (AH THANKS! I am really just trying to get them to a place where I'd be happy to leave them, you know?):

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Eddie laughs. “Watch out, Los Angeles.” 

“It’s okay if we don’t get it,” Buck says pragmatically. “We don’t have to get it.”

“There will be other places,” Eddie agrees. 

“But I could see us in this one,” Buck says. “I didn’t feel that anywhere else.”

“Same here,” Eddie says. “I have a gut feeling about it.”

“Hmm, a gut feeling,” Buck teases. “Like the universe?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Sure.”

Definitely the universe. 

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On their last shift before the wedding, Eddie knows he’s not exactly tuned into work. It’s not like he’s doing a bad job, but it would be fair to say his head is a little bit in the clouds. Maybe more than a little bit. 

In his defense, there’s obviously a lot going on. He’s only got his vows half written. They’re waiting to hear back about the house. Different family members are flying in on different days. Chris is unhappy with his haircut. His parents are flying in, but are of course not willing to stay anyway near each other, so he’s got all his family’s different travel plans on the brain. He has about a hundred emails in his inbox from the venue - a restaurant in a beautiful old, stone building who are also catering - and the tailors. Most of which, Buck answers. Thank god. It’s just a lot. A lot of noise. 

Not that Eddie is complaining. He’s over the moon. Life has never been this smooth or good for him, really. If there’s a bit of noise as a result, he’s welcoming it. 

But that doesn’t mean he’s welcoming it and focusing on work very well. 

At this particular moment, Eddie is trying to check fluid levels in the engine, and finding it rather hard to focus. He’s checked and rechecked three times, and keeps losing track of the numbers before he manages to write them down. He feels like his brain has atrophied. He’s finally managing to scribble the correct numbers on the sheet on the clipboard - really, is he the right person for the clipboard chore? - when he hears Buck calling him from the edge of the mezzanine.

Eddie shifts his body to a better position to look up at him. 

“What’s up?” He calls back. 

“Gianna’s calling,” Buck points at his phone. 

Gianna’s calling! About their house! Their maybe house?

Eddie tears away from the engine so quickly he nearly stumbles. He jogs to the stairs and takes them two at a time as Buck answers the call. 

“Hi, Gianna,” Eddie hears him say. “Yeah, I’m good. How are you?”

Eddie hurries to Buck’s side once he reaches the top of the stairs, resting a hand between his shoulder blades. 

“That’s… Wait, really?” Buck asks. 

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30 for 🚨 (eeee thanks!!!! Excited to share my plans!)

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Yeah, that would be insane. That would be torture. 

“She’s going to be so mad at you for not telling her,” Buck teases. 

Eddie makes a little sound of complaint. 

“You’ll be right there in trouble with me.” He warns. 

Buck guffaws. 

“No way. Not me. I’m not precious to them like you.”

“Precious?” 

“You heard me.”

“You’re crazy.”

Buck really hopes it doesn’t end up causing social conflict for Eddie. He really wants to avoid that. Eddie is having a hard enough time with everything, with Chris gone, to also be in a bad spot with one of his closest friends. He hopes they can simply keep it under wraps for another week, then politely come clean after Buck gets his shield. 

In his brain, it should be straightforward. 

Reality? Never quite so simple. 

iii.

They make it until the shift before Buck’s official probationary graduation. Really, so close. So tantalizingly close. Eddie feels like an idiot for not being able to hold it together better. 

The problem lies with Eddie. With Eddie’s emotional confusion lately. Maybe confusion isn’t the right word. Emotional scatterbrain? That. That feels better.

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75 for 🩸(THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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He couldn’t even find it in himself to feel bad about it. The scent of his blood filled the air. Eddie couldn’t even feel that hungry for it, either. The twinge of want was there, but the desire to avoid death was stronger. 

The man screamed in agony, and presumably toppled forward. Presumably, because Eddie’s not sure what else would have caused his rifle to go off. Either way, an ear-splitting crack of the gun discharging filled the air. 

Eddie thought for a moment he must have accidentally shot himself in the head, because the screaming stopped. What an easy end to all of it that would have been. But after a moment of shock, his wailing started again. He shot himself, but not fatally. But he could still be holding the weapon. 

Eddie had to be careful. He couldn’t die there, after besting the asshole. After proving himself something more than a mindless monster. More than helpless prey. 

He crept as quietly as possible out from his hiding spot and craned his neck to see the man. He lay moaning in a sort of fetal position, shin snared by the animal trap, mangled and bloody. His right arm was more or less blown off. Something about the sight of it brought Eddie right back to Afghanistan. He’d seen so many limbs that ended up just like his. Three bullet wounds of his own over there, and it was a wonder none of his ended up the way. 

The important part, the crucial part, was that the rifle lay discarded, several feet away from the vampire hunter. In his state, the man couldn’t reach it before Eddie. 

Which meant Eddie was the hunter now. 

Or maybe not a hunter. Maybe that was the wrong word. Maybe Eddie was more like some sick scavenger bird. Picking at what was already practically a corpse.

He walked out, into view. Heard the man give a little moan. He bent down in front of the gun, removed the magazine and tossed it in one direction, then chucked the gun down the hill in the other. It rolled into the creek, lost. Good. When someone eventually found his body, the gun would be identifying. Registered to him. Better it be gone. 

“Please,” the man moaned.”Don’t kill me.”

The muscles in Eddie’s face had twitched with revulsion. 

“You would have killed me,” Eddie reminded him. “Came all the way back here to do it.”

“I’m a man,” he sobbed in response. “I’m a human. I’m a father.”

If Eddie hadn’t been resolved to let him die before then, that did it.

“So am I.” 

After that, he did what he had to. He knew he needed energy for what he had to do next, so he drank. Not everything. Not enough to drain him. Though maybe that would have been kinder. Eddie took only what he needed.He took his money and chucked his wallet into the stream, same as the gun. He stole his car keys. He wiped his blood from his mouth. He left the man dying on the forest floor, covered in dirt.

Later, he would change the plates on the car. Later, he would do all he could to separate himself from this crime. And when he heard about it in the news later, there were no suspects. 

He feels bad about it sometimes. In small, quiet pockets. 

He shouldn’t. 

The guy would have killed Eddie first. He wanted to kill Eddie first.

Kim did kill Eddie first.

She killed Eddie first. She lured him. She trapped him. She hunted him. She stopped his heart. She left him for dead. She infected him. She stole over six months of time from him and his son. 

She did it first.

So Eddie shouldn’t feel bad about this, either.

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24 for 🔮 (I am putting them THROUGH it):

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A still, tense air to it. Something that makes Buck want to turn around and walk the other way. 

Instead, he follows Bobby and his family inside the house. 

The first thing he notices is the burnt kitchen. Singed wallpaper and damaged appliances. All the tell tale signs of a small kitchen fire. One that hasn’t had a chance to be properly cleaned and repaired yet. 

Is that what happened? Is that how Timothy Nash died? Buck has responded to a lot of small blazes like this in the seven years he’s been a firefighter. Not one of them has ever been fatal. It’s possible, but it seems unlikely. 

Bobby walks purposefully towards a plainly decorated bedroom and closes himself inside. Buck follows him, ending up on the same side of the door as Bobby’s private grief. He watches as Bobby throws himself onto the bed, curls into a ball, and stares at the wall. Outside the bedroom, Buck can hear the muffled sounds of Bobby’s mother and brother having what sounds like a rather serious discussion. Bobby’s face twitches as his brother raises his voice, but otherwise, he seems to ignore it. 

Buck looks around the room. There’s a pair of ice skates in the open closet. Hockey trading cards on a bookshelf. A discarded walkman on the floor. Buck checks what Bobby was listening to last. Who Can It Be Now? By Men at Work. 

Hmm.

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33 for 🧟 (some of that here for you!)

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“Like the radio!” Chris exclaims. 

Maddie scrunches her eyebrows. “The radio?”

“Maddie on the radio!” Chris insists. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Maddie tells him.

Eddie chuckles. “I’ve been teaching Chris Morse Code. Something to pass the time as we travel, you know?”

Wow, what a really fun dad…

“Sure,” Maddie offers. 

“Some radio stations are still picking up transmissions. People putting out messages. Trying to reach people, spread info,” Eddie explains. 

Maddie nods. She’s heard a few of those. Never knew what they were saying though. 

“We came into range for one recently that uses the name Maddie.” Eddie says. 

Maddie raises her eyebrows. “Like the broadcaster?”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “The message. It’s just one phrase on loop.”

Maddie feels a little cold. 

“What phrase?”

“Maddie, I am alive,” Chris recites. “Sun. Books.”

The wind could not be more swiftly knocked out of Maddie if someone broke the rest of her ribs. 

“What?” She asks, barely a squeak.

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36 for 👑 (Thanks! Islands in the Stream!):

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The Buckley’s Beverly Hills mansion is very square. Very white and square and modern. Everything feels neat and sleek. It feels very Beverly Hills. Very new money. But, somehow, not very Maddie. Though, maybe he doesn’t know her well enough to say. 

A valet parks Chim’s car for him. He wonders if they notice the LAFD bag in the back stuffed with the clothes he’ll need to swiftly return to reality. 

When he walks into the elaborately decorated party, complete with waitstaff passing out trays of drinks and food, Chim feels like he’s in a strange fairy tale. Like he’s the thriving entrepreneur he once dreamed of being, invited to a party to network and schmooze. Like he’s the kind of son his father would have wanted. Would being at a party like this make him proud? The whole thing makes Chim feel a little dirty. A little out of place. In fact, a not insignificant part of his body is urging him to turn and walk the other way. 

But then he sees Maddie.

He sees Maddie, and he remembers why he came. Why he needs to be here. 

Maddie is standing across the wide, open foyer of her parents’ home, wearing a loose, knee length champagne colored dress that twinkles a little when she moves. She’s talking to someone. The man from the Christmas card. Her little brother. The one that was in Peru. They each have a half-full flute in hand. 

“Champagne?” A passing server asks Chim.They must see him eyeing Maddie and her brother and assume he wants what they have.

“No, thank you,” Chim mumbles. 

They keep walking.

Chim doesn’t quite know what to do. He doesn’t want to interrupt Maddie’s conversation. But he also doesn’t have any other reason to be here or anyone else to talk to. He feels a bit like a creep, standing there, staring at her. He must look entirely pathetic. 

After a moment, her brother notices.

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18 for 🔼:

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 “Well, uh… Alright then. I guess let me know if you need help building stuff?” 

They end up showering. Not the long shower she’d hoped for, but something quick and efficient. If Eddie comes over - and Buck doubts he will - he doesn’t want him to arrive in the middle of that. Actually, the thought sort of horrifies and embarrasses him. Though he can’t say why. 

And, as it turns out, not even five minutes after they’re done and dressed, there’s a knock on the door. Buck is genuinely floored by this.

“Guess that’s a no on needing help,” Ali mumbles as Buck heads downstairs to answer the door.

When he opens it to see Eddie standing before him, his first thought is that Eddie sort of looks like shit. This is not the sort of thought he’s used to having. He’s used to feeling a strange sort of jealousy he doesn’t quite comprehend regarding the opposite thought. But here Eddie stands. He’s unshaven. There are dark circles under his eyes, which look a little puffy. There are indents in his bottom lip from where he’s been anxiously chewing on it. 

“Eddie? Uh, are you okay?”

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21 for 💐 (YEAH MAY!):

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“I guess not,” May mumbles eventually.

She’s staring very hard at her mug of tea. 

“Hey, another question,” April says, stepping closer to her. She smells like eucalyptus. That’s fucking annoying. May likes the way eucalyptus smells. Cool and earthy.

“Sure,” May replies, voice suddenly an octave higher than she’d like it to be.

“Are you done your paper for Professor Kellerman yet?”

Ugh. And there it is. Reality check. Right, because April is a bit of a shark. May gets a ninety? April will get a ninety-one? May finishes a day early? April has been done for a week. Fucking typical she’s bringing this up, right after implying that May needed help at the paint night social.

“No,” May says. “I’ve got a few hundred words left. Some closing arguments.”

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33 for 🦮 (SHE'S BACK!)

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She is more hyper than ever. Pacing more than she usually does, like she had that first night in Buck’s apartment, when everything was unfamiliar. She’s blowing him off on his commands sometimes. It’s not like her at all not to listen. One time he caught her rifling through the trash. 

The dog is bored. Buck is bored. Chris is bored. And they’re all getting a little bit of cabin fever. 

There’s a lot Buck cannot fix about this situation. And, hell, a lot he can’t even complain about. Really, he and Chris are so, so lucky. They’re safe, housed, fed, and not really exposed to any illness. Buck doesn’t want to feel miserable, considering. But some days he does. Even if he loves Christopher and Cranberry immensely.

“We’ve got to do something,” Buck announces one day in early May. 

“Something?” Chris asks. 

“Yeah,” Buck nods. “We’re all bored. And getting a little frustrated with each other, right?”

Chris sighs. “Yeah. Sorry, Buck.”

“Don’t be sorry, bud. You’re not the only one. And it’s not your fault.”

Chris looks from where he’s seated at the kitchen table to where Cranberry is lying on the floor. 

“Sorry, Cranberry.”

Cranberry had picked up one of Christopher’s socks from the floor earlier that morning and he’d sort of lost it. Yelled at her. Then cried because he felt horrible for yelling at her.

[of-tatooine]

DULCE PERICULUM. | CHAPTER IX - CALM

love, which quickly arrests the gentle heart.

(John Wick x Reader, Santino d'Antonio x Reader)

full work

It had all been a blur.

The marble under your hands as the hot water dripped down your skin, cleansing you from your troubles momentarily, turned into a browsing through wool and cashmere for the outfit of choice. Hunger slowly led itself into a shot of espresso and a light pastry warming your insides. Large tires gliding seamlessly against asphalt became heels gently sinking into the private jet’s carpet, the inviting leather seat your new bed for the upcoming travel.

Fingers managed to type a text to John before takeoff, letting him know that there was trouble back home and you had to reschedule the debrief.

He had said he was sorry to hear that.

Blunt corners, concrete mazes of blinking neon light and gray skies of New York City dissipated into endless eternal blue above, tall pine trees lined around unpaved roads, inescapable sunlight through the tinted windows. Sleek, modern edges a mere couple of years old formed themselves into the countryside mansion withstanding centuries, subdued peach pink and beige exteriors lined up with grand windows, a welcoming grand pathway into the courtyard, freckles of snow laid bare on the expansive lawn in the early colds of November.

It was not just this building, no, the estate had been a great compound composed of multiple buildings, each serving different purpose with their stone exteriors, wooden window panes and balconies adorned with ornate ironwork, chairs and outdoor loungers scattered around the gardens, potted plants that would otherwise be blooming in the summertime.

Yet there had been no fences in sight.

There was no need. An intruder would not dare come close.

The whole town knew who lived there.

“Dov'è lui?”

Finding him was the first priority as the SUVs door shut close, stepping down onto the pavement, hugging closer into your black wool coat to keep you warm. The wind up on the hills hit your cheeks in strong blows, waving the hair off of your face as men in suits escorted you towards the main mansion, even more men in suits scattered around the grounds, coming in an out of line of sight as they did their duty.

“In his chambers, signora.”

“E Gianna?”

“On the way, signora.”

“Bene. I will take it from here.”

The double wooden doors opened with their usual grandeur, leading you into the grand foyer of double-colored marble diamond tiles, a circular staircase traversing the towering beige walls adorned with the finest art, collected over decades. An elegant arrangement of teardrop crystals forming the beautiful chandelier hanging in the middle, emanating brightness at any hour of the day. Arches formed pathways leading into the various other rooms of the main building, opening up to the living room to your right - a short look to confirm his presence, or in this case, the lack thereof.

He had quite liked enjoying an afternoon coffee on the velvet couches in there, with you - natural light flowing in to enlighten the ornate carved ceilings with frescoes above, figures wrapped up in gold foil smiling down at you.

“All this art - and yet you shine brighter, amore,” he would utter lovingly at you, through his sips, green eyes getting the best of you.

You had wondered when would be the next time you could continue the tradition in the family estate.

The vivid memories flashing through your eyes, a quick blink would do the trick as you approached the marble spiraling staircase with intricate iron banisters, pieces of early Renaissance art adorning the accompanying wall, each step upwards taking you closer to him - your feet making the effects of constant travel known as sore as they were.

A mere two stories up, the doctors had been pardoned from their constant monitoring for a short amount of time as per Santino’s request to spend alone time with his father in his chambers. Leftover rays of the approaching sunset cast a sparkle into the vast suite through the slightly parted velvet curtains, one of the tall windows left ajar to let the brisk early winter air in. Tasteful furniture scattered around the room along with a lounge area, and a king bed fit for an emperor where his father laid.

Many times he had stepped into this room, sometimes as a troublemaker running around to cause all sorts of havoc, and sometimes as a grown man and a boss asking for sound advice from the man who had seen and done it all.

That day, he was neither. He was only a son, a concerned one, sitting at the edge of the bed close to where his knees rested under the silk blankets.

“Padre,” Santino’s voice trembled against his will, “- che è questo?”

He would ask the inevitable, the obvious, even though he had known exactly what it was. Even though he had glimpsed into his very near future for a split second, the moment his father began slipping the object out of his pocket with his frail hands.

The bronze hues of the marker could have never been bearer of good news.

“For her protection under Camorra.”

The glint of the ever so familiar bronze almost winked at him, his father holding it in his open palm in an undeniable invitation. Santino reached with his hand in an almost ceremonious fashion, hesitant yet accepting of what was to come.

“The High Table would void the marker when, when…”

The father let out a soft chuckle, waving his son off before he finished his sentence, which turned into a mild cough that passed thereafter. Increasing the worry in Santino’s watchful gaze for a moment.

Santino had taken his father’s eyes, he would always tell himself, the sage green mixed in with gray the same shade as his clouded ones. Even in this state of sickness, his father managed to pull off his usual charisma. The man who had been a sound voice of the High Table, ruthless when needed, and gentle when he had to be - dressed in a cashmere sweater, his face clean shaven, hints of pine aftershave in the air. Impressions mattered, no matter where you had been in life - something he had taught Santino repeatedly, and something he took to heart.

He had always thought they would have more time - more time to learn, more time to watch, more time to understand.

The much older d’Antonio had a stern yet worried gaze in his eyes, as if he had been merely stating the obvious. He could not blame his son for not knowing what he had done all these years ago, no. That had been his decision, to help a father in need, pleading to protect his daughter from harm’s way the best way a father had seen fit at the time.

He could not blame him either. Had the roles been reversed, father d’Antonio knew he would go through hell on earth to protect his own, the blood of his blood. He would do it over, and over again, until there was no breath left in his body.

“That is correct.”

It was something completely unheard of. In the world where an eye for an eye was the unspoken mantra across all minds, a marker voided before the beneficiary could pay the favor back would be a miracle come true, something that usually did not happen often. Every favor had a payback, and as far as Santino was concerned, nothing came for free. Even from the ones closest to the heart and soul.

“Perché?”

For a man like his father, who had been at the height of his power with the High Table and millions of Camorra men under his fingertips - unclaimed favors had not been something to wallow over, as there would always be yet another path for a man of his resources.

Then, why did this one seem to matter so much that Santino himself had to ensure redemption?

“Non è sangue della Camorra.”

Blood. The old tradition and the old ways that, for some reason, every single aspect of their lives had boiled down into. The unspoken rules, whispered amongst made men, unscripted guidance that every bound soul had to follow, one way or another. There was no denying the superiority of descent to obtain a rightful place in Camorra.

Camorra ran by blood. Whether it was taking blood or giving, the ruling lineage was sacred - it was the very lifeline that held the family together. A predestination that kept them ruling for decades, and many more to follow.

If not for the bloodline, what would Camorra be?

The old law aside, Santino knew one thing - what started in blood, always ended in blood.

Slowly yet surely, his fingers would find the clasp that held the medallion together, the lights of the crystal chandelier above reflecting on the bronze as it opened to reveal the dried, ages old blood stain on only one side. Santino’s gaze did not leave the sight for seconds, as if trying to make himself believe of the responsibility he then would hold, gauging if it had really been happening.

With every thought, he had to remind himself that there was no hurdle he could not jump over, no task he could not overcome as long as he had you by his side, as he twirled the marker in his hand. That was the way it had always been - yet, it was only a matter of time until he could not hide the truth from you any longer.

He was moving slowly through a tunnel of darkness to reach an everlasting fire far, far away - knowing he would get scorched at the end of it.

Yet, he had to keep walking.

The familiar rhythm of heels against marble could be heard even through the thick mahogany double doors sealing them into the suite, power echoing through the vaulted ceilings of the hallways as your presence could be felt. A kind, yet rushed Italian spoken to one of the guards passing through the hallways, voice resonating through the walls in a gentle echo, then proceeding on with your way onwards.

His father must have heard the same thing as well, knowing exactly who had been approaching them. In his haste, very quick for an old man who had been bedridden for some time, his hands grabbed onto Santino’s forearm to instruct him wordlessly to hide the marker in his pocket, his son nimbly slipping the object of interest out of sight, not out of mind just yet.

“Non deve sapere,” he would add in a hushed whisper, knowing their time was limited.

She must not know. She cannot know.

Not yet.

With a newfound understanding, Santino’s eyes found his father’s - almost an identical copy, staring deep into his soul, emanating knowledge, experience, and on the slightest tint of his gaze, adoration. His shoulders under the black tweed ever so slightly slumping given the pressure of the daunting future where he had to redeem the marker - yet he knew he would do it for you.

He would walk through the ends of the earth with you.

“Take it to him, figlio mio. When the time comes.”

All Santino could do at that very moment, was to give a gentle, reassuring squeeze to his father’s hands and nod in his promise, sealing in your fate moments before you stepped into the room.

[thedeathlysallows]

Ch.12: Mars

            “She’s what?!”

            The secretary- what’s her name again? Gianna? Is that the one we’re on?- shakes so violently she drops whatever stack of papers she had been clutching to her chest when she approached me.

            “She’s gone.” Gianna won’t meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I was just asked to tell you-”

            “Who told you to tell me?!”

            “R-Roseanna. She said to let you know she was leaving.”

            “Fuck!” I slam my fist into the stone wall, bits of dust falling to the floor. “She walked out the front fucking door?”

            “Y-yes.”

            Kit rolls her eyes. “Christ, Felix, you’re scaring the poor girl.” She swiftly gathers the scattered papers and puts them back in Gianna’s hands. “Here. Go back to your desk and don’t worry about this. You aren’t in trouble. Felix is just a drama queen.”

            Gianna looks like she’s about to argue, but scurries out the door when I throw another punch. This time at Demetri.

            “You helped her,” I yell.

            Demetri’s eyes darken. “You would accuse me of helping Roseanna escape when we both know damn well Aro has been keeping a close eye on her. Especially after you showed a complete lack of self-control by changing her in the first place.”

            “The same lack of self-control you showed when you kidnapped Kit?”

            Kit snaps her fingers, glaring between me and her husband. “Both of you stop. You’re being idiots. There’s no need for any of this.”

            “I disagree. Clearly, the two of you aren’t to be trusted. You’re the only two who even knew she was down there. Who else could it have been?” I look over at Kit and see the answer in her eyes, but she doesn’t dare say it. “No… she wouldn’t…”

            Kit sighs. “We all know how she gets when she wants something, Felix. Anne’s seen her opportunity for revenge against The Society and she’ll use Roseanna to get it. My advice? Just let it happen. Roseanna will come back after it’s done.”

            I narrow my eyes at the small girl, but she doesn’t shirk from my gaze. “You sound so certain. What are you not telling me?”

            “What I told her,” a lilting soprano voice calls out. Anne appears not a moment later, red hair falling down her back in shiny, springy curls. She smiles kindly if a little sadly. “Felix, Roseanna needs to do this. I freed her so she can fulfill her destiny. The Society needs to fall and she needs to be the one to bring it to its knees. I’ve seen it. Fire never lies.”

            My reputation may be that of a dumb brute amongst lesser vampires, but I know when to keep my mouth shut.

            Anne tilts her head and regards me with her eerily deep eyes. “She was never meant to be one of us so soon. You’ve altered her future in a dangerous way, Felix… yet… there’s not a path where she doesn’t return to you.”

            Of course she’ll return to me, I want to say. I’ll make her return. I’ll play cat and mouse forever if I fucking have to because she’s mine.

            But instead of actually saying any of that I simply incline my head. “Yes, of course.”

            “You have my permission to go after her if you so desire.” Anne checks her nails before adding, “Aro, I’m sure, would also appreciate an update on my brother and his family.”

            Her eyes briefly glisten with unshed tears before she sniffs and walks away. Presumably back to the tower. None of us know exactly how deep the fracture between Anne and Carlisle went after Edward came to us wishing for death.

            “Speaking of brothers,” Kit says. “Tell mine he’s an idiot and an asshole for not inviting me. He was invited to ours.”

            “That was before, Catherine.” Demetri’s voice is quiet as he speaks. “Too much has changed in less than a year.”

            Kit nods. “Right.”

            The somber mood change leaves me feeling antsy and awkward. Despite my annoyances with her, I do in fact consider Kit a friend. Maybe even a little sister. I don’t like how her former family treats her after defecting to the Volturi for Demetri, but I also know better than to bring it up. Demetri is her rock, her comfort, not me. Quite frankly I don’t want to be either. Roseanna and her mood swings are more than enough.

            “I’ll send your regards,” I tell her. “Try not to destroy the castle while I’m gone.”

            Her lips quirk up in a dejected smile. “I’ll try. Good luck, Felix.”

Poison Ivy

            The contacts are irritating and make me want to claw my eyes out, but I resist the urge, and ignore the glares from Edward and Alice while mom chatters relentlessly at me. Phil and dad both give me pitiful looks, dad going to for as to switch my water with champagne while mom isn’t looking.

            “You’ve gotten so pretty since the last time I saw you,” mom says as she twirls a strand of my hair around her finger.

            “She’s always been pretty,” dad interjects. “You just forget between visits.”

            Mom pouts. “No, this is something else. Have you had work done, sweetie?”

            “Oh my god, mom!” I shove her hand away, careful to reign in my strength so I don’t actually hurt her and walk off to the other side of the table setup. I notice Mike Newton and his friend Eric eyeing me from their table and groan internally. I hadn’t meant to show up and cause a scene, but it was just one problem after another on the way here. I had to stop and feed I don’t even know how many times, surely leaving a pile of bodies in my wake. Then, I had to get a dress, but every shop I went to only seemed to carry the most expensive, ostentatious dresses imaginable. The one I managed to find was on the tamer side of things, but still way too much for a wedding in Forks of all places. With the split up the thigh and the off the shoulder sleeves and the color I’m sure to be a topic of gossip for a month minimum.

            Did you see Sherriff Swan’s daughter? No, the older one. In the red dress? At her own sister’s wedding of all things! And the glitter on it!

            But…

            At least I won’t be around for that.

            And dad will be okay. He only cares about gossip when it’s beneficial to work.

            I’m broken from my thoughts by Edward and Bella walking up to me. Bella gives me an awkward smile, but Edward is stone faced.

            “I heard Alice threw all this together,” I say. “She did a good job.”

            Bella nods. “Yeah, it’s nice.”

            “Mom’s speech was… something else.”

            She laughs and lets out a breath. “I wanted to die.”

            “I’m glad it happened to you and not me.”

            Edward scoffs. “I’m sure Felix isn’t the marrying type.”

            “Excuse me?” I feel white hot rage surge through my veins. Even with being locked in a fucking dungeon for months by the very man we’re talking about, I still feel protective. Of him. Of our bond. Of all of it.

            And the newborn mood swings aren’t helpful either.

            Bella looks up at Edward. “Not here. Not in front of everyone.” She gives me a pleading look, her doe eyes so familiar.

            “Lead the way,” I tell them.

            We walk a short distance into the trees, away from prying human eyes and ears. Maybe the other vampires in attendance can hear us, but I’m not worried about it. Let them.

            “Alice saw you,” Edward says as if that’s some damning accusation.

            “Oh, Alice saw me? Oh no! How horrible! Get the fuck off your high horse,” I tell him. “I’ve get no clue what you’re being so nasty about. I came here to watch my little sister get married, maybe hook up with a cute guy, and I’m gone. I’ve got more important things to do than worry about what you think of me, Cullen.”

            Bella shakes her head in confusion. “So you aren’t part of the Volturi? You aren’t with Felix?”

            “No and no.” The half lie tastes acrid in my mouth, but I swallow it down. “I’ll even beat the two of you to the punch: Felix did turn me into a vampire, but he locked me in a dungeon for months after. Does that sound like I’m beloved by him or any of the others?”

            I don’t bring up Anne (or even Kit who I barely know). It feels like a weird betrayal to mention either of them. I don’t take time to examine the feeling, pressing it down until it’s buried beneath my rage.

            “But my how poison ivy lies,” a deep voice rumbles in the trees.     

            Felix steps forward, anger evident on his face.

            Something inside me settles at his sudden appearance and all I can think about is slamming my lips against his.

            Bella looks briefly terrified. “Maybe now isn’t the best time to give you a surprise.”

            She glances up at Edward who grimaces.

            Felix ignores both of them. Eyes never straying from me. I see the lust flashing in them as he takes in the low cut of my dress and my exposed thigh.

Mars

"You thought you could get away, hmm?" I grip her waist, pulling her closer to my body. "Haven't you learned by now that we belong together? You're mine."

"Last I checked, Rosie was a person. Doesn't she get a say?" A tall man with brown skin steps into our little meeting area, nodding at Bella and Edward to leave.

They do so gratefully. Likely ready to warn the other vampires in attendance.

Roseanna's eyes widen and she shoves me away. "Paul? What are you doing here? I thought you and the Cullens..." She trails off thoughtfully, a smile growing on her face. "Never mind. It's nice to see you."

Paul observes Roseanna warily. "Yeah, you too, babe."

Babe?

Babe.

Oh.

I'll kill him.

Here and now, I'll fucking do it.

Roseanna moves as if to embrace him and I find myself wrapping a hand around her wrist to keep her in place. "Don't fucking touch him."

Paul scoffs at me. "Dude, I don't know who you think you are, but you must not know Rosie very well if-"

"Don't call her that." I shove my way between the two of them, more than happy to end this little reunion.

"Or what?"

"Or it will be the last thing you do."

Paul puffs his chest out. "Tough guy, huh? I bet you were some loser jacking off in his mom's basement before some vamp stuck his fangs in you."

"Watch how you speak to me, boy."

Roseanna groans behind me. "Oh my God, I attract the worst men. Stop it! Both of you! If you ruin my sister's wedding I'll never hear the end of it from my mom."

"Your human sister's wedding," I point out. Caius will not be happy when I report the news to Anne.

"You say that like I have anything to do with her species status."

Paul takes a step back and looks between the two of us. There must be more than one brain cell between his ears because he says, "Woah, are you two together or something?"

"Yes," I say.

"No," Roseanna says at the same time. She sighs, shoulders sagging. "It's complicated."

Complicated?

I don’t find it very complicated that we belong to one another fully and completely. I don’t find it complicated that I would burn the world to the ground if she ever thought of leaving my side. In fact, from where I stand, this Paul character is the only complicated thing.

I look down at Roseanna. “I don’t find it very complicated.”

“Can we not do this here-“

“You’re the one who ran off, my lovely poison ivy. You’re the one adding any sort of complications.” I drop a hand to her waist and pull her close, watching the way her throat bobs as she swallows. Her eyes darken with lust and I know I could take her right here if I wanted.

“Felix…” Roseanna tries to move my hand. “Not here. Not now.”

“Then where? When? If you keep running, I’ll simply keep chasing. How have you not learned your fucking lesson, you stupid, stupid girl?”

Paul emits a low growl that seems quite pathetic to me. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Roseanna’s eyes snap to him and she bares her teeth. “Don’t forget your place in my life. You don’t get to play white knight after you fucking ditched me in a phone call for Jacob’s sister. My life isn’t yours to worry about anymore.”

“Well maybe if someone worried you wouldn’t be…” Paul gestures to her body and I find myself holding her tighter. “…that.”

Roseanna laughs humorlessly. “Say it, Paul. Say what I am.”

“A bloodsucker. One of them.” He inclines his head towards the Cullen family.

“Oh, Paul, I’m not one of them. I’m worse. And you and your little friends just made my shit list, so run and tell Sam about how evil and bad I am now. I’ll be sure to let the Cullens know the same.”

Paul scoffs. “You’ve always been a fucking bitch, Roseanna. Someone tries to help you and you bite their hand off. I should’ve dumped you sooner.”

He leaves after that and I watch him go, tugging at the bond between Roseanna and I to gauge her feelings. She’s distraught. Utterly and completely overwhelmed with despair.

“I can kill him,” I tell her.

Roseanna nods. “I know. But leave it. The party’s over and I’m leaving anyway.”

“I should kill him. No one should ever speak to you like that.”

A small snort escapes her. “Then you’d hate to know what my mother asked me.”

“Most likely. These people here don’t treat you well.”

“My dad is great.”

I look down at her as she moves through the trees to the edge of the driveway. Bella and Edward are making their departure, people cheering and clapping for the happy couple. Roseanna watches them sadly.

“I know I’ve done it to myself,” she says after a moment. “I’ve made all of them hate me.”

“No.”

She rolls her eyes and sighs, leaning against me as I approach her. It feels right to hold her in my arms. It feels like she belongs.

“I did. Felix, we both know what an abrasive asshole I can be. Of course I made them hate me. But… it’s okay, I think. It’s… a relief to know the only thing I have here is my dad, and I can keep him safest by staying away. As long as he’s okay, I’m okay.”

I consider her words while reminiscing on our first meeting. When we met I wanted nothing more than to break her, bend her to my will. It never occurred to me until now that she was broken long before we met.

[idkshititsjustme]

୨୧┆𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ₊˚⊹ .ᐟ

Yes, i don't know how to make a carrd sooo here we go. Will not include anything that's on the bio <3

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[rotten7rat]

I love this Picrew so much, I've made a bunch of my characters on it. And because cringe is dead I'm gonna share

Star Wars: Numé Jasine, Mika Setima, Eros, and Rane Tali (I couldn't make my Twi'lek, Aeva or my Togruta, Konyn 😔)

Marvel: Audrey Harrow, Mina Park, Rochelle Dupont and Savanna Martinez

DC: Satomi Bishop

Supernatural: Terra Hollows and Gianna Turner

The Walking Dead: Amber Shaw and Lily van Hoven

Baldur's Gate 3: Soren Stone and Raena Hasaan

Primeval: Zahra Kimani

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 16

summary: Bucky and Gianna reunite and the team strategizes to hold a press conference.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: big jet plane - angus & julia stone

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this one is a little longer, but still short - is the slow burn taking too long to burn?!

chapter list

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Steve had been gone less than an hour when Gianna began to get restless. Her phone was nowhere to be found. Well, none of her belongings seemed to have made it to this pristine medical suite. There was a large screen built into the wall in front of her, but no remote in sight. 

Sighing, she leaned back into the surprisingly plush bedding. There was a time when all she craved was a few moments of peace, left alone in her room. Now, everything in her was praying for that peace to be interrupted. Specifically by something dark haired and 100+ years old. 

Whoosh. 

Gianna’s eyes blinked open as she heard the door part to allow someone in. Not just someone, but the interruption she’d been hoping for. Her chest flooded with relief at the same time her stomach filled with butterflies. 

Bucky stepped into the room, sheepish eyes looking tentatively up at her. 

“Hi,” She said breathlessly, kicking herself for not thinking of something wittier. 

“Hi,” He paused, holding his hands up. “I come bearing gifts.” 

Gianna hadn’t even noticed his hands being full. Eyes widening, she sat up straight in bed and pulled her legs in to sit cross legged so he’d have room to join her. 

“You didn’t!” 

“I did. Hot dogs, a blueberry scone, and the biggest Coke I could find.” He strode across the room and sat beside her on the bed, accepting the nonverbal invitation. “The hot dogs aren’t from the stand on 17th, though. I thought they may not be good if I went all the way back to the city.” He shrugged, offering her one of the two paper bags in his hand. 

“My hero,” She snatched them both from his grip, tearing open the smaller one and taking the large pastry out before pausing. “For more reasons than just this.”

For a moment, their eyes met with quiet sincerity. Bucky opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but Gianna interrupted him. 

“But mostly just the scone.” She winked, taking a bite and letting crumbs litter the bed. He laughed, thankful for their prompt return to normalcy but still wishing he could tell her how sorry he was. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Better now,” She said through a full mouth. “A little stiff, head kinda hurts. I haven’t moved a whole lot since I woke up though, I could be giving myself too much credit.”

Bucky nodded, eyes wandering over the cut on her eyebrow and bruising peeking through the top of her gown. 

“So what’s the deal now?”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrow furrowed. 

“Did Dr. Cho communicate with Tom? He’ll need to know my discharge date.” She paused in between bites. “The label doesn’t do well with my unplanned downtime. When I had my appendix out, they had to reschedule my appearance on Fallon and you’d have thought the sky was falling. They still only moved it back one day. The whole internet was talking about how I must have had a drug problem because of how awful I looked, meanwhile I was just trying not to tear my stitches in the little dress they stuck me in.” 

She was so nonchalant about such a horrible experience that Bucky felt a knot of anger in his stomach. He shoved it back down before responding, choosing his words carefully. 

“G…I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to go back to the tour.” 

Gianna froze, looking straight back at him with a hot dog clutched in her hand. 

“That’s not an option, the label would never go for that. My contract is airtight, if I don’t fulfill my agreement then I have to pay back all the money I've made in the past five years.” She looked down at her lap. “I was seventeen when I signed with them. I didn’t know I was supposed to talk to an attorney before I signed.”

Frowning, Bucky rested his hand on her knee. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Just focus on healing and eating the most well-deserved hot dog of all time.” He gave her a soft smile, watching as she nodded and went back to eating. 

As she wiped her face with a napkin, the door slid open again to reveal a sharply-dressed Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.

"Hey, lovebirds. We need to talk," Tony said, a serious expression on his face. He stepped into the room, Pepper close behind.

Gianna and Bucky looked up, surprised. "What's going on?" Bucky asked, ready to jump to the defensive if more bad news was about to be thrown their way.

"We need to get ahead of the news cycle. Our PR team is suggesting hosting a press conference to address the situation and reassure the public that Gianna is safe," Pepper explained. “Your management agrees.”

“We’ve been through this a time or two, kiddo, and if you don’t get to say your piece then the media will write their own.” Tony added.

“Yeah…I get it.” Gianna spoke slowly, unsure what she’d even say considering she had the fewest details about the attack of all three people in the room. As if reading her thoughts, Pepper spoke again. 

“We’ll have a private debriefing first, give you all the information you want to know. It would be monitored by our team, they’d send a list of approved questions and make sure things run smoothly. Anything you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.” She gave a reassuring smile. Gianna was put at ease by the calm and comforting energy she seemed to bring into the room. 

"Whatever you think is best," Gianna said, her voice quiet. “You’ll have to find me a brush or something, though. I don’t think this is my best look.” 

Tony scoffed. “Haven’t you heard, heroine chic is all the rage these days.” Pepper gave him a sharp elbow in the side before smiling softly again. 

“I can do you one better.” Even her eyes reflected the warmth of her smile when she spoke. “I’ll see to it that your belongings are all brought to your room and that we have wardrobe options available for you. I’ll get your measurements to our personal shopper. I’m thinking something Chanel, classy but feminine. Oh, and I assume you’ll want your own makeup artist?”

Gianna nodded. I want this woman to adopt me. Wow. 

“Good, because Tony’s makeup artist is fully booked.” Pepper gave a wry smile and winked. “If you need anything, just tell FRIDAY to send for me.” 

“Hang in there kiddo,” Tony called as he turned to follow Pepper through the door. “Oh, and Barnes, keep the extracurricular activities to a minimum. These medical beds aren’t built to withstand whatever your idea of a passionate reunion is.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing despite himself. As the door whooshed shut behind them, Bucky reached for Gianna’s hand, careful not to rustle the IV on the back of it. 

Bucky squeezed her hand, offering his support. "We'll get through this, together," he said, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, the sudden overwhelm of the whole situation making her eyes watery. 

“Hey, hey…” Shifting his body to face hers fully, Bucky reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. A single hot tear cascaded over his fingers. “What can I do?”

Gianna gave a watery smile. “You’re already doing it.” She reached up and rested her hand over his, leaning her cheek into his palm. “It’s just…a lot.” 

“Yeah. It’s not exactly an average work day.”

“You know you were the first person I looked for? When…everything happened. I didn’t even know what was going on. My ears were ringing…my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds…all I could think of was just getting to you. If I could just lift my head and look for you, everything would be okay.” 

Bucky’s face fell. “I’m so sorry…I should have been there. I shouldn’t have left your side, even for a second, I-”

“Don’t do that,” Gianna tilted his head up and met his gaze. “You’ve been everything to me on this tour. You’ve been my company, my sanity…you’ve been so much more than you had to be.” 

“But the one thing I was supposed to do was protect you. I failed.” His voice was gruff. 

“Look at me,” She tilted his head up again. “I’m here, aren’t I? Whatever the plan was, it failed. Not you. I’m all in one piece, that’s probably more than whoever came after me can say now that you’re done with them.” 

Bucky gave a half-hearted smile. 

“Seriously, Buck, I’m a little bruised. That’s all. I’ve seen you eat an apple that’s in worse shape than me.” She gave him a light shove. 

“Hey, there weren’t many options in that green room and I knew better than to dig into your candy stash.” 

“If you want to see a real diva, just take away my sour gummy worms.” 

They let their soft laughter die out and sat in silence for a moment. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Gianna leaned her head onto Bucky’s shoulder like she had so many times before. This medical suite replaced the back of a suburban, but the comfort and familiarity was unwavering. 

“Ms. Cruz, Sergeant Barnes. Wanda Maximoff is requesting access to Ms. Cruz’ medical bay. Should I send her in? She would like it to be noted that she’s baked strawberry cupcakes as a gift.” 

Sitting up straight, Gianna looked equally confused and intrigued at the electronic voice that filled the room. She met Bucky’s eyes and shrugged, smiling. He spoke up to respond.

“Sure, FRIDAY, send her in.”

[kavalyera]

when stahelski plans for a series that is a like backstory of the john wick characters, first thing i want to b expanded upon: the d’antonio family. as much as i love vincent, expanding upon that family hits two birds with one stone:

- expansion of the high table’s twelve

- gianna and santino backstory

[thedeadthree]

— WIP FRIDAY !

TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!

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teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

[lumilasi]

UPDATE; redrew Marco's lion griffin legs, because they looked weird and tbh not fluffy enough

Their bio below:

Age: 22(Gianna), 16(Marco)

Nicknames:

For Gianna: Gia, Anna, Birdie For Marco: Marble brain (mainly by his sister)

Friends:

Gianna: She's often so busy that she doesn't really have friends close to her age but she gets along with both Kaspian's aunt Amalia, and the staff of her favorite hair salon, Alois (A bakeneko) and Taiga (A kitsune) Marco: Ichirou, Clover(he's more Ichirou's friend, but often hangs out with him and Ichirou), Hitomi (Ichirou's little sister)

Love interest:

Marco: Janus Kravchenko Gianna: Marisa Marisol-Raye

Occupation: Gianna has an apprenticeship and studies to become a fashion designer/seamstress, Marco is still in high school

Abilities:

Gianna:

She can transform into a birdwoman or a mermaid, meaning she can fly and breathe underwater

Being a siren, she has a very hypnotic singing voice, and can even apply the hypnosis effect while speaking if she wants to.

Her bird claws are very strong and sharp, she's able to cause pretty deep slashes and punctures with them.

Her mermaid shape allows her to swim faster than speedboat.

In turn, she can fly very fast too, up to 200 mph for short bursts of time, or alternatively hover around for hours.

She's an excellent seamstress and can patch up clothing very neatly, something she often does for her girlfriend or her brother.

Marco:

He can turn into a proper Griffon, or transform just partially, giving him wings, lion feet, or hawk claws.

He's very strong physically, able to lift up things five times his size easily. he can easily break even stone with his bare hands. He's generally pretty athletic in fact, able to run for long periods of time, hop quite high and essentially do parkour with ease.

He can fly very fast as well, though his mythical form being heavier he's not as fast as his sister, only managing half her speed.

He can see very far very clearly, able to spot even small details from hundreds of meters away.

His memory is actually extremely good, he just needs the right circumstances to memorize things properly.

Personality:

Marco is a cheerful, temperamental little ball of energy who gets passionate over things pretty easily. He is a bit gullible and easy to trick into doing stupid things, but is always willing to make up and apologize for any trouble he causes. While he struggles with his studies sometimes, he does enjoy listening to people he likes tell him about random stuff. He tends to memorize things better hearing it from a friend or his BF over the teacher (even if he likes his teach), which he believes is because he WANTS to remember everything a loved one eagerly tells him. He's very protective over those he likes, picking fights with people he might not have a chance of winning against. He's always up for shenanigans, be it helping Hitomi with her latest craft project, or going Ghost hunting with Ichirou and Janus. Gianna, like her brother has bit of a temper as well, and she tends to have little patience for stupid nonsense - or sometimes when stressed, minor inconveniences. She generally won't let people step on her or try to take advantage of her being young and new in her field. She's competitive and enjoys being center of attention, but tries to be mindful of other people's needs as well, putting aside her ego if it feels like her actions or behavior could end up harming someone. She is protective over her dumb little brother, because he has the tendency of ending up in trouble, and as much as they bicker, she loves him a lot.

Weaknesses:

Marco is gullible and easy to make do things he probably shouldn't. As a griffon, he is pretty easy to distract with shiny things/things he really wants. Be it some pretty stone, a cool videogame, or his favorite food.

He has some trouble with trying to remain focused when studying, and tends to doze off during lessons a lot, resulting in his grades not always being the greatest. In fact he's one year behind of where he should be, due to his learning difficulties, and this does frustrate him and impact his self-esteem, as he sometimes feels like he's stupid.

Gianna does have an ego, and it can sometimes cloud her thinking, making her act petty in a manner that ends up biting her in the ass later. Sometimes her bluntness can also hurt people in a way she doesn't intend it to. She also sometimes overthinks things especially when stressed, which can make her snappy and difficult to be around. Due to her busy life, she doesn't actually have close friends, which does sometimes weigh in on her, the only real confidant she has being her girlfriend's family, which she feels bad about.

Her mermaid form is harder for her to use due to her having extra bird being blood in her, and she tends to only be able to use it for couple hours at a time. Her siren song naturally isn't effective towards people with strong willpower/being deaf/just not being attracted to her even one bit.

Fun Facts

Janus and Ichirou always try to reassure Marco that he's not stupid when he says so, pointing out he's wiser than them in some aspects, such as remembering to take care of your basic needs like eating and sleeping. Not to mention he actually DOES learn well when under right conditions

Marco might also be attracted to nerdy people because he subconsciously hopes he'll become "less dumb" as well if he's around them.

His teacher Shura is working on accommodating for his learning troubles, such as giving him extra tutoring, and encouraging him to study together with Ichirou and Janus, since they seem to help him a lot

Marco's lion toebeans are a point of fascination for Janus, who likes to poke them everytime he's over and ends up falling asleep. (It's really just his general like for cats)

Janus is also on their class, but he tends to study from home a lot due to getting sick often. They actually first met because Shura asked Ichirou to bring that day's work for him, and Marco decided to tag along

Gianna's habit of overthinking things is something Marisa helps her get away from with her more "here-and-now" approach to life.

Given Kaspian's usually calm nature, she is ALWAYS shocked when his wyvern temper suddenly pops up, making him threaten to strangle someone with their intestines or something.

She actually used to question if he actually was a wyvern in the beginning due to his calmness, but then saw him absolutely demolish thugs harassing his baby brother, which made her realize that YES he is still a wyvern. (it was a scary sight)

Gianna's mermaid tail looks like a marlin tail, which explains her speed. Her hair also turns platinum blond in mermaid form.

Gianna met Marisa in the uni they both attend to, namely because Marisa accidentally blew up the wall of the designer's wing and was forced to repair it. Gianna found her quite funny and the two hit it off pretty quickly. Also she helped patch up Marisa's torn work clothing.

[morsking]

deep: yeah i sexually humiliated women because i felt so grossed out by my own body i had to take it out on somebody

gianna: and that objectification was...

deep: ...wrong

gianna: great! so now we’re gonna treat your potential wife as a stepping stone for your career and your reputation! because you can have significant personal epiphanies about self worth! but not big enough ones that will make you less pliable. since we’re a cult and all that. and you need a cult to take care of you, because you had independent thought for a good while and look how that turned out :)

deep: ...yeah, that makes sense :)

[hdmiru]

* ∙ ✰ ◞ ⤫ ( 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ) june 2023 / miru gets told about her addition to iaem / 451 words. + mentions of gianna !!

when she’s called out of her regular training schedule and pulled into a meeting room with one of her fellow trainees, the absolutely worst thoughts start popping into her mind. is she being cut? did something happen? miru doesn’t think she’s been slacking off, no, she’s been doing even more than before as she was feeling extra motivated with the success of the company’s girl group. upon knowing that anybody could be added in later on, she was determined to show the trainers and executives that she’d be their best choice.

so what could possibly be the reason for this mini meeting, or whatever they were trying to call it. 

despite having numerous thoughts floating through her mind, miru does her best not to let it show. she keeps on her stone-cold expressions and doesn’t even dart her eyes around. instead, she keeps them locked onto the wall behind one of the trainers, pretending like she isn’t afraid of what may come out of their mouths.

to her surprise, it’s nothing bad. cross that, it’s absolutely incredible news. although she was waiting for this day to come, she didn’t think it’d be so soon. she had only been at hydra for about six months. yes, she’s had previous training, but that company could barely be called a company. the most she got out of her time there was a boost in korean skills because she needed them to survive. 

“you’ll be joining iaem,” they tell both gianna and miru once more, and she’s in complete shock. miru’s certain that she blinks rapidly one too many times before she brings a hand up to cover her mouth. the little facade that she’d put on comes shattering down because she’s beyond happy about the news. it’s not that she doesn’t believe it because miru knows better than anybody else how ready she is for a debut, but she didn’t think the day would come so quickly. 

she locks eyes with her now fellow member before letting out a short shriek. the last thing she wants is to look like she’s overwhelmed—even though it’s true—because she thinks it’d make her look unprofessional. when some of the staff members get up from their seats, she does as well and gives them a few quick bows. 

when they’re all gone and it’s just her and gianna left, she no longer hides her true emotions and instead jumps a few times in place to show just how excited she is. nevertheless, she knows that this is only the beginning. however, it’s proof that the last few years weren’t worth nothing. 

the only direction miru has left to go is upwards, and that’s exactly where she’ll be heading.

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Trouble Don't

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by WritersBlock039

"Trouble, don't you come my way. Oh, no, not today. Trouble, don't you come my way." ~ "Trouble Don't," AG

In which everyone is exactly where they're meant to be, but the calm is often before the worst of the storm.

Follows Season 3 of 9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 21 of Law & Order, and Season 10 of Chicago Fire. Second in The First Responders Files.

Words: 1344, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The First Responders Files, Part 3 of One Chicago Works

Fandoms: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), 9-1-1 (TV), Chicago Fire, Law & Order, Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order: Organized Crime (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Owen Strand, TK Strand, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sylvie Brett, Nolan Price, Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Tommy Vega (9-1-1 Lone Star), Nancy Gillian (9-1-1 Lone Star), Maddie Buckley, Frank Cosgrove, Samantha Maroun, Greg Grainger, Jason Pelham, Wendy Seager, Evan Hawkins, Judd Ryder (9-1-1 Lone Star), Paul Strickland (9-1-1 Lone Star), Marjan Marwani, Mateo Chavez (9-1-1 Lone Star), Grace Ryder (9-1-1 Lone Star), Violet Mikami, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Gianna Mackey, Kevin Bernard, Kate Dixon, Jack McCoy, Peter Stone (L&O: SVU), Griffin Darden, Ben Darden, Lily Cosgrove, Evie Vega (9-1-1 Lone Star), Isabella Vega (9-1-1 Lone Star), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Frank Cosgrove/Nolan Price, Maddie Buckley/Nancy Gillian (9-1-1 Lone Star), Owen Strand/Tommy Vega, Grace Ryder/Judd Ryder (9-1-1 Lone Star), Olivia Benson/Peter Stone, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr./Amanda Rollins, Sylvie Brett & Evan "Buck" Buckley & TK Strand, Matthew Casey & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) & Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star) & Kelly Severide, Sylvie Brett & Nolan Price, Olivia Benson & Elliot Stabler & Owen Strand, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. & Amanda Rollins & TK Strand, Samantha Maroun & Nolan Price, Frank Cosgrove & Samantha Maroun, Sylvie Brett & Peter Stone, Sylvie Brett & Evan "Buck" Buckley & Owen Strand & TK Strand, Greg Grainger & Jason Pelham & Wendy Seager, Lily Cosgrove & Ben Darden & Griffin Darden, Matthew Casey & Frank Cosgrove & Kelly Severide

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Firehouse 126 Crew as Family (9-1-1 Lone Star), Crossover, Good Parent Owen Strand, he's got so many kids now whether they're his or in-laws or not, and as always, squad goals

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[aboutdancers]

Haha it’s okay so favorite dancer with each letter of the alphabet ex. A apple Garcia B Banana smith

Thank youuu!! Okay so

Aliya Yen, Audrey Stone and Amanda Carpenter

Belle Marie Arauz, Bella Mendez

Camila Giraldo

Delilah Hewitt, Dyllan B

Ellary Day Szyndlar, Emery Bourne

Finley Ashfield

Gianna Presa

Helena Olaerts

Isabella Chi

Jenna Jarboe

Kendall Stone

Lily Dejoya, Lainey Hess

Maddie Stone, Megan Barraza and Mila R

Neala Murphy

Olivia Jacobs

Penelope LeMieux

Q

Rylee Hitter

Sophia Mestan, Sav Manzel

Y

U

Victoria Tous

W

X

Y

Zoey German

My brain is fried lol