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jordanlisgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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The things we cannot see

Pairing: Jordan Li x reader

warning: not proofread, eventual smut

summary: after hooking up with jordan right before the summer you are trying to navigate how to be friends with the only person you've ever loved.

The campus used to be so much more intimidating during my first year, but over the course of my first year it became so small. As I made my way through the herd of freshmen looking for their dorms, pushing and shoving into each other trying to make it to my own room. With all the chaos around me, I feel my face make contact with another girl's face. I pull back a bit to put some distance between us, to get a better look at her face. Her beautiful brown eyes expanded like a deer caught headlights. I offer a smile to diffuse the awkwardness to no end.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. It's just so busy here and everyone was pushing into each other, and it's so chaotic, I’m so sorry” she said also immediately to try and explain away the situation, it was almost comical how she was tripping over her words. “ its quite alright, I usually prefer when people buy me dinner before they try to kiss me sweetheart” “oh that’s not what I was doing, I swear, I didn’t mean to kiss you” “ relax, it was just a joke. The first day is always brutal in these hallways, so expect to kiss a few strangers, good thing i happened to kiss a cute one at least” she started to blush uncontrollably. I have always been a flirt but not in order to get into peoples pants it was more of a way to connect with people instantly. People loved to be complimented, so by default they automatically liked me. “ I’m y/n by the way, we’ve kissed the least I can do is introduce myself” “ Marie. I’ve been walking in circles and i think i can officially consider myself lost because i cant seem to find my dorm” she hands me the piece of paper she is holding for me to check it out. “ oh this was my dorm was my dorm last year, you are on the wrong floor. I grab her hand and lead her to the staircase. “Oh my god, you are a live saver, i owe you one, whatever you need let me know and i mean anything at all.”

“ I’ll hold you to that” you wave her off heading toward the staircase once again.

After settling into your dorm, you decide to head to the indoor training gym, assuming everyone would be out on the field watching golden boy. The freshmen were always obsessing over him. The gym was quiet so you decide to work on your agility and endurance, running over the same drills repeated enjoying the complete silence except for your heavy breathing. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice Jordan standing next to your target practice, almost blasting into him. “Fuck dude, I could’ve seriously hurt you.” They looked at me smugly, “Not with those weak blasts, I think I'll be just fine.” You turn away from them and try to get back to your training. “ you’ve been avoiding me, and i know you are going to say that you haven’t but I know that its not just all in my head because every time we had planned to meet up over the summer you were magically busy or something came up, yet you had time to hang out with everyone else except for me.” you stop in your tracks and turn to face them. “ first off I’m not avoiding you, just wanted to give us both a bit of space, a cooling period if you will. I had to for both our sakes because nothing like that can ever happen again, you know that right?” “ what I know is that we hooked up, so what, its not that big of a deal and we can move past it can’t we? You are my best friend, i wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up, but its a lot harder to have a friendship when it feels like you are a thousand miles away.” Jordan moves in closer holding out there hands for you to hold. In their female form their hands are almost the same size as yours, you hesitantly interlock their fingers with yours. You thought that with 3 months away from Jordan your feelings would have settle but the moment your hands made connect all you could think about was the warmth radiating from their body and what you do to be wrapped up in them once again. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so distant just needed the time and space to sort somethings out, because you are one of Andre’s bestfriends before you are mine and it would just be so selfish of me to not only ruin our friendship but also yours and Andre’s. I had to think and I do love being your friend but not exactly sure how to do that right now without it being awkward. It will take me a moment to adjust, so just give me some time.” Jordan was looking at you so intensely that you felt your insides turning, under their stare you became a nervous mess, the butterflies in your stomach were erupting. So you stepped back breaking the eye contact and letting go of their hand as if the closeness to them might lead to you doing something stupid again so instead you choose to break the tension. “ do you want to train with me? I could use some help” “ I would but I’ve got to go catch up on some work for Brink, how about we meet up tomorrow at like 8pm in here, the gym should be empty” you start to panic, you could not under any circumstances be alone in a room with Jordan motherfucking Li, it simply could not happen. You knew you would mess up and you would mess up big time. “ could we do 6 pm instead? I’ve got dinner with the family tomorrow” you said lying through your teeth. “ yeah I guess 6 is alright” they say as they head for the door, waving you off. You fall onto the mat, laying there for a second and all you could think was fuck I’m screwed.

#Jordan li x reader #Jordanli #marie moreau #gen v #gen v amazon #andre anderson #cate dunlap

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glitchlight · 10 months ago

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i genuinely like to think i have a pretty good grasp on my anger at this point especially since i have had pretty bad issues in the past, but there's something about the arrogant overconfidence of people with half a fact shilling for the nuclear power industry as clean green and fundamentally necessary that makes me see red

there is no form of industrial scale energy production that does not have associated environmental costs, but the blind repetition that nuclear is clean and safe is patently ahistorical.

yes, they're not going to blow up like a nuclear bomb. yes, the massive quarantine zone incidents are comparatively rare in the history of the industry in comparison to oil and fly ash spills, and gas explosions.

however, nuclear accidents occur far more frequently than just the handful everyone knows, and are generally orders of magnitude more expensive to handle. Waste disposal is a massive issue I don't even have the inclination to get into. Let alone the fact that the nuclear industry benefits massively from this assumption becoming gospel in left of center politics, which makes it easier to sell the public on multi-billion dollar government contracts for reactors that will operate for 50 years and be disassembled for the next 50.

I ultimately think that nuclear power is necessary as well, and future generations of reactors are promising. However, even then, thorium reactors are merely a better technology, not a perfect technology, and still come with their own serious downsides and trade offs.

The great frustration of discussing nuclear power as an environmental scientist to lay people traditionally was always that you had to spend a lot of time convincing people they weren't bombs. In the 21st century, the time of global heat and political crises by the hundreds, the fate of global power production warrants a somber, long, and level-headed, conversation about what trade offs we want to accept as a society to continue to maintain a standard of living that we have now, and how to extend it to developing nations in an equitable fashion while long term sustainability goals are developed, targeted, and reached. Instead of that conversation, what is happening is that I'm sitting in the audience, watching my generation synthesize their own, new narrative, one which is blindly faithful to a newer, greenwashed multibillion dollar industry that they believe will save us from the old, imperialist multitrillion dollar industry.

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ravendruid · 1 year ago

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Game Night

This fic is part of the Critter Genfic Bingo to fulfill the Game Night and Modern AU slots, and is set in my Gamer AU. Read on AO3

Vax’ildan rarely gets to spend his own money on games these days as they are often gently covered by his subscribers, but a new game caught him unaware, so he didn’t have time to set up a donation goal or even make a poll to ascertain interest from his followers. The plan was simple: Vax was going to record his first playthrough of the game in solo mode and finally give YouTube a try. If it got a good response, then he would ask a friend or two if they wanted to play with him on stream. However, as his plans are wont to do, everything went down the drain when he mentioned buying the game on his next stream, and chat begged him to play live.

“Well, I guess that answers it,” Vax jokingly replied to everyone’s requests. “Let me talk to some friends and see if anyone is up for it. Hopefully, I’ll have a group for the next stream. How does that sound?”

Vax’s chat went wild with names and requests of other streamers he could ask to play with him, but the main name in common was very clear: Keyleth. It took him a while to cede to ask her, but he made no promises that he would be able to convince her to play the game. In the end, it was easier than he thought. All Vax had to do was tell his girlfriend that she could customize her character and show her the different options for races and classes, and she was in. The next challenge was finding two more people to play, which Keyleth also fixed by asking Percy, who in turn asked Vex’ahlia. So a party was formed, with Keyleth and Vax squad streaming so their viewers could watch both their points of vision.

“What are you guys playing,” Vax asks as he starts building his character. His is an easy choice to make, and he starts customizing a half-elf rogue to look slightly like him as his chat flies in approval and suggestions.

“I think I might try a ranger,” Vex’ahlia replies. Because she’s not streaming today, the audience will have to wait to see the reveal of her character, but on Vex’s screen is a female half-elf with a ponytail braid.

“Are you going to get a bear companion and call him Trinket, dear?” Percival teases his girlfriend. Everyone in Vax and Keyleth’s audience is familiar with Trinket, Vex’s large Newfoundland dog. At almost 70 kg, Trinket’s massive form and shaggy brown hair make him resemble a bear, which is where the joke came from one day during Vex’s first streams.

“Don’t tempt me, Percival.”

“What about you, Freddie?” Vax leans back on his chair, admiring his character.

“I’m playing a human fighter, of course.”

“Chat is asking if you’re going melee,” Vax leans in to read the questions on his screen.

“No. I’ll be ranged.”

“Keyleth, darling, what are you playing? You’re so quiet.” Vex mutters, adding piercings to her character.

“Oh? Sorry, there are so many options and hairs. It’s a lot,” Keyleth sounds and looks overwhelmed. She’s not used to playing this type of game, especially for the first time on stream.

“It’s okay, darling. Take your time.” Vex’ahlia reassures.

One of Keyleth’s biggest insecurities about streaming a game that is so out of her comfort zone was related to how her regular audience would react to the change. She usually streams cozy games that a lot of people use for body-doubling, and she loves providing everyone with a safe environment where they can go to escape from their daily lives. An adventure roleplaying game with a lot of action, dialogues, and possibly fights is not what her target audience usually looks for. However, Keyleth was pleasantly surprised—and relieved—when the poll results came in favor of her playing the game on stream. It turned out that a lot of Keyleth’s followers were avid players of tabletop roleplaying games or were generally interested in the game itself.

Although she felt better about how her audience would respond to the new game, Keyleth was still worried about stepping out of the bubble that shielded her from trolls. With a much more popular game being streamed—adding the fact that she is a woman with her camera on—Keyleth still couldn’t shake the fear that something bad could happen during the streams, which is why she recruited her best moderators, Pike and Grog, who were more than happy to stay on the sidelines and keep everyone on track.

“Okay, I think I’m done. Sorry, it took me so long,” Keyleth finally announces an hour after the stream starts. On her screen is a female half-elf druid with space buns and braids almost as red as Keyleth’s hair. She quickly reads the chat and smiles at everyone’s compliments about her character, most saying how fun her hair looks.

“No problem, love. Is everyone ready?” Vax asks. Everyone agrees, so they quickly name their characters after themselves before they move on to the next screen.

“We have to make another one?” Keyleth shouts, raising her hands to her head. On everyone’s screen is another character whose race and appearance can also be customized.

“What the fuck is a guardian,” Vex’ahlia asks, going over the different races available.

“I think it’s someone who will protect you and keep you alive,” Vax explains, quickly building a generic male elf. “You don’t have to fully customize them if you don’t want to. Just pick a race and whatever you want them to look like, I guess.”

“Yeah, right…” Keyleth looks distraught at her screen. “You know what… Chat, pick a race,” Keyleth asks. Her chat window quickly fills up with people firing races: there are a few elves, some asking for a dwarf, and a couple of people asking for a Githyanki, but the majority of the requests seem to be Drow, which is the preset anyway. It doesn’t take everyone a long time to finish building their guardians, and finally, the game begins.

A lot of fun is had for the next few hours: Vax steals everything he can get his hands on (and flirts with the vampire NPC), a wizard is saved from a portal, and the group goes through their first dungeon, the overgrown ruins of an old temple where they find a sarcophagus in a dank crypt.

“Guys, I found a sarcophagus. Do you think it has a treasure inside?” Vex’ahlia asks.

“We should investigate,” Percy crosses the threshold and waits for Vex to join him before he continues.

For some reason, neither of them notices the notification in the corner that says they failed several perception checks, so once Vex’s character is by Percy’s side, he opens the lid to the tomb, making several explosions go off and fire erupt in the chamber.

“Vex’ahlia!” Percy screams in real life, jumping out of his chair so fast it tumbles back and hits the wooden floor with a loud thud.

“I’m alright, darling,” Vex reassures him from the room next door, cackling at her boyfriend’s reaction. Her and Percy’s portraits on the left side of the screen are gray with a skull symbol next to them, indicating both characters are dead.

“What the fuck happened? I was gone for thirty seconds,” Vax shouts, sitting on his chair. He had just gone to the kitchen really quickly to grab some water for himself and Keyleth when he heard Keyleth’s screams.

“When was the last time you saved, brother?” Vex manages to ask, still laughing.

“Right before we walked into this room.” Vax shakes his head, unamused. “Are you okay, Freddie?”

“Ye–yeah, I think so. That was—” Percy draws a long breath and releases it slowly, and when he speaks again, his heart has slowed, and his voice is back to normal, “—unexpected.”

Once Vax reloads the game, he goes through the room ahead of everyone to make sure he disarms every trap before they loot the sarcophagus. “Let this be a lesson about greed, everyone,” He jokes once the valuables are successfully stashed in his inventory.

Because one tragedy doesn’t come by itself, not long after, the party is suddenly ambushed by undead skeletons, making Keyleth scream in panic as her character gets knocked unconscious by one before she gets a turn to do anything.

“I don’t think we’re strong enough to defeat these guys,” She cries.

“Yeah, we are, look.” Vax’s character appears next to Keyleth’s and stabs the skeleton that attacked her twice, leaving it with two HP. “I’ll always be here to save you, Kiki.” Vax’ildan being cheesy with his girlfriend on stream is not news, but it still manages to send both their chats over the edge. This will surely make the next fanmade supercut.

“Alright, lovebirds. Shall we kill these assholes, then?” Vex teases them.

The battle doesn’t draw long once Keyleth’s character is back up—still at one HP, but up nonetheless—and this time, when they find another sarcophagus, the group allows Vax to spearhead the party.

“Well, that was fun, right, everyone?” Vax asks a few minutes later, once they get a new NPC ally and discover an arcane book that they put away to ask their wizard friend to check later.

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting it to be so fun,” Keyleth admits, leaning back in her chair and pulling her hoodie up. She can feel her battery draining fast. They have been streaming for a few hours longer than what she usually streams for, and her body is already reacting to it.

“Even when I died,” Vex’ahlia jokes, petting Trinket’s head on her lap. She’s glad she’s not on camera today. Her hair is a mess and she’s wearing a stained t-shirt she stole from Percy’s drawer.

“I did not like that part at all,” Percy chimes in, combing a hand through his shock-white hair and making it messier than it was.

“Just be glad I saved right before you two dingus went and set all the traps off,” Vax rolls his eyes at his sister and her boyfriend. His gaze darts over his screen to Keyleth’s stream, and he sees her bury herself in her hoodie and pull her knees up to her chest. For others, it might look like she’s just cold and getting comfortable, but Vax knows she’s overwhelmed and overstimulated, and she needs to relax, so he seamlessly brings the stream to an end with the promise of another one very soon.

More adventures await this group of chucklefucks, many mistakes and perception check failures that lead to not-so-good results, a lot of flirting with NPCs—Vax finds himself torn between the Vampire and the Wizard—and even a few not-safe-for-work unexpected scenes that make Keyleth slide down her chair and hide under her desk. At the end of the day, there is no denying that game night in general, and the new game in particular, is a huge success overall, and that everyone has plenty of fun playing and watching it.

#critical role #cr fic #critter genfic bingo #vox machina #perc'ahlia #vaxleth #modern au #gamer au #I'm so glad to finally post this. It has been tormenting me for over a week.#This is the fic I wrote and then decided to start again from scratch.

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demonicintegrity · 4 months ago

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Literally just now I learned through Instagram that Netanyahu is visiting Congress this month. And has been visiting Congress over the years apparently.

So naturally, there’s gonna be a protest. For those going you can find a bus from your city to DC from answercoalition.org/arrest_netanyahu to see if there’s one. And for everyone else

MASK THE HELL UP. COVER YOUR HAIR/FACE. PROTECT YOURSELF. USE SUNSCREEN AS WELL.

DC and the capital are crawling with cameras and cops, especially considering the current political scene. Masking will also protect against the germs and trust me, it’s dirty up there. Personally when I go to protest I prefer a mask, tying back and completely covering my hair, and wearing very plain and loose/comfortable clothing. My friends don’t even recognize me. That’s good. Don’t be recognizable in photos.

Your top objectives when you’re going:

Don’t pass out from the heat. Drink plenty of water, find shade, sit down if you need to. There’s been heat warnings all month. I cannot stress enough that it will be hot. Carry water for you and extra for new friends if you can.

Do not fuck with the police. Do not antagonize. Do not throw shit. Don’t riot. The typical stuff. There’s a nonzero chance of a counter protest from people for the genocide, drown them out but do not engage them.

Shut down any antisemitism, especially from your own. Shut down anybody riling up police, shut it down any violence, shut down any racism and bigotry. Regulate your group.

Familiarize yourself with the area. Have a plan in and out. Make your meet up points and know when to bounce.

Note: I’m not the organizer setting this up, nor do I know them in any capacity. If you see organizers, talk to them and listen to them. They should have plans in place to manage the protest and move if need be. Watch the crowd, be aware. If the organizer has a media liaison, let them handle the press.

You may want to:

Turn off your phone. DC is crawling with tech. Use the knowledge of your devices and what you’re doing at your own discretion. When I’m solo, it’s on. As a group, maybe off.

Pack snacks!

Figure out rides ahead of time

Wear sunglasses

Be prepared for things to get ugly. Personally I prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

Draw live, take pictures or videos, or otherwise capture the scene. If you’re doing so, remember to not capture identifying details of your fellow protesters, there will be people intending to be malicious by finding out who your peers are. Be mindful of faces and metadata.

Ultimately, stay safe and cool but make your presence and message clear. I highly recommend before you go down to DC you brush up on the news, be on the lookout for new information about this protest, brush up on antisemitic conspiracies and dogwhistles, and figure out how to manage the heat.

Tensions are high and you will be in the proximity of a lot of notable figures. Be smart and be safe. I think there’s a real chance to make this one really catch attention, so plan accordingly. The ICC has a warrant for Netanyahu, and that seems to be the primary focus of this protest. Making him acknowledge and answer for war crimes. Sounds like making signs highlighting the war crimes and statistics of what the IDF has been doing. Maybe highlighting the bombing of safe zones, targeting of those providing aid, and the starvation of Palestinians.

He’s likely trying to legitimize his war on Hamas and appeal to Congress. He’s not popular in Israel, im sure he’s gonna throw a pity party for himself. Do not let anyone forget that any crime Hamas has committed doesn’t warrant retaliating on innocent civilians. And Palestinians deserve to live as peacefully as Israelis do.

#us politics #current events #free Palestine

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capslock3284 · 2 months ago

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Lizard Thoughts on Destiny 2: The Final Shape

Oh god, where do I begin

Before the release of The Final Shape a few months ago, I was extremely on the fence with Destiny as a whole. The game has been through extremely high ups and downs due to the wonders that is its management, but when the developers are actually allowed to do their thing it's incredibly fun (see Witch Queen for past releases like this)

However, this mismanaged hellhole of a game might as well be the poster child of "I hate it, it's my favorite game". Developers are rewarded for success with layoffs, all while head management uses their earnings to buy more cars. Players are mocked for their time, with constant FOMO through past seasons and holiday events, all of which are separately paywalled from the main expansions.

Anyway, about TFS itself! Beware of unmarked spoilers!!!

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The Final Shape is the climax of the past ten or so years of buildup, with the Witness being the main antagonist of the expansion. The main destination of Final Shape is the Pale Heart of the Traveler, a surreal pocket dimension created from collective memory and deformed by the Witness' corruption. The main campaign of TFS is a slow march from the entrance portal all the way to the Witness's ziggurat, to finally defeat it and stop all of existence from being calcified.

Of course, gameplay has always been the bigger focus of Destiny, and the moment-to-moment to action has never failed since i started playing back in 2019. Bungie's encounter, weapon, and ability design has always made it feel good to play, and Prismatic builds off that by giving everyone new ways to combine old tools. Finally getting a new enemy faction in the Dread is refreshing, given that I never got to see the Scorn at release (though the Scorn have always felt like Fallen mixed in with enemies from other factions to me, rather than their own thing)

The way Bungie handled the pacing of the story was very good as well. The campaign never forced me to stop to go do a grocery list type task, and you always made visible progress - the Pale Heart is set up as one long, straight line from the portal to the ziggurat and you go through a single zone in every campaign mission. During release week, the story paused after finishing the campaign - to emphasize how powerful of an enemy the witness is, you just barely manage to wound it in the final mission of the campaign with the raid, Salvation's Edge, being the final push to finish things for good.

Speaking of Salvation's Edge, while I was never able to find a group (like hell i'm setting foot in an LFG discord) being able to watch the raid race live, go to bed, and wake up to see most groups not even at the final boss was something else to see after hearing stories about the race for Last Wish. Even after world's first, the story didn't end there - Excision, the post-campaign mission to finally finish off the Witness, felt like an incredible sendoff for the story of Destiny as a whole.

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And a sendoff it had to be, because three weeks into Episode: Echoes Act 1 I uninstalled the game. Back to the same old FOMO carrot and stick, with weekly lockouts and the same, dull seasonal activities given a poorly applied coat of paint. Allegedly, Bungie executives hit sales targets for The Final Shape even higher than what Lightfall had, and predictably fell short of these leading to even more waves of layoffs after one of the best expansions the game had ever seen.

Destiny is now on the first week of Act 3 of Echoes. Same seasonal activities, same mindless grinding, same carrot and stick.

I have no interest in coming back to Destiny.

I have no interest in Marathon whatsoever.

The Final Shape was just that - Final. A good way to send off the franchise,

because I'm not going back, and almost all of my friends who like Destiny feel the same.

#Destiny 2 #the final shape

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open-hangar · 2 months ago

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Space Defense Lanzer Ep. 12

SIYANQOBA MECHANICAL RECORDS

Ngodumo Lwe Siyanqoba

Lanzer Assistant Device “Bastet”

Size: 10m, 26 tons

Power Output: N/A, must receive outside reactor power from attached Lanzer

Pilots: 1 active pilot

Weaponry and abilities: Space flight, limited atmospheric flight, onboard weaponry, dedicated shielding device

Etc: Most human pilots complain about the size of the cockpit. Recommended assignment is to Nobubele.

Hope you understand, we won’t go as planned

Hold me while you can, hold me while you can

I’ll still be your friend, you’ll come back again

Hold me while you can, hold me while you can

Nomfundo was always astonished by Nobubele’s ability to sleep anywhere. The trousers of her uniform were certainly not comfortable, to say nothing about the loud jets on the aircraft flying them north to the BIUST Launch Base Zone. Siyanqoba aircraft heading into and out of Kwazulu airspace needed to fly at supersonic speeds and without Lanzer backup to dodge orbital strikes, which meant that the passengers typically weren’t allowed to hear much of anything without going deaf. Must be nice to turn off your ears, the ace thought to herself as she looked down at the cat twitching in her lap.

The ship’s pilot turned around to give a hand signal meant to indicate that they were now closing in on the BIUST LBZ, and were now safe to slow down. Kpt. Dimba gave a signal back to approve the maneuver, and scratched the base of Bel’s tail to wake her up. She did so, stretching out her back and front legs while yawning widely. Dimba couldn’t help but mouth the words “Big stretch” as she watched, and Bel tapped her ears with her front paws to indicate the red bases, showing that she still couldn’t hear. Nomfundo nodded and removed her ear protection as the supersonic cargo aircraft slowed to a reasonable speed. Bel flicked her ears, the red bases flicking to green and then growing dim.

She didn’t want to tell her girlfriend about the song that had come to her while she was sleeping.

Who could’ve thought? It’s not black or white

Now every time that I tug, you bite

Ever I call, will you spend the night?

Can’t name this “love” if I’m not that nice

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Captain Righteous Indignation of the Catena Brigitte stood at attention on the bridge of his ship. He always had the strange policy aboard all of his ships that if you were going to work on his bridge, then you had to work standing up. This also applies to guests, such as First Lieutenant Elysian Truth, leader of the newly formed Luminary Squadron, who was watching in rapt attention at the front screen displaying what’s in front of the ship.

A rocket laden with processed chargon had just launched from the Launch Base Zone in what was once known as Botswana and was growing close to entering the outer atmosphere where the Catena Brigitte was parked, which would normally be unnoteworthy if it weren’t for the fact that it was almost 2 days behind schedule. The BIUST LBZ was designed to be completely autonomous and worked at a fixed schedule, and there were no reports of breakdown or issue. Something was clearly wrong, and it’s up to the Catena Brigitte to figure out what.

“Target approaching on expected vectors,” a helmsperson proclaimed. “No deviation. Wait…” She squints. “Mild deviation, within expected parameters.”

Lt. Truth didn’t like that. While everyone here was old enough to remember the disaster at Colonyβ, they were the only one who had lived through it. Captain Indignation squinted at the report. “Keep an eye on that. Determine the amount of deviation and what could be causing it.”

You deserve someone new

If I can’t call you, I won’t shake it

Even though you should leave me for good

Elysian whipped their head around in confusion. What the hell was that? It was like a song that echoed through their chest and up to their head, but judging from the lack of reaction among the bridge crew, they were the only one among them who had heard it. It sounded like…

“Something’s wrong,” Truth exclaimed. “Scramble the fighters. Now.”

The captain looked confused to the Lieutenant, but they were already gone before he could explain that the deviation was incredibly common for processed rockets. “Weird kid…”

“Wait! No, it’s deviating more. Something’s changing its trajectory,” the same helmsperson from before announced. The display in front of them zoomed in to the tip of the rocket. “It has extra vernier thrusters!”

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She was only half right. It wasn’t simple verniers attached to the rocket, but a brand new Siyanqoba Lanzer hanging off the side of its nose cone, angled in just such a way to hide from the Castena Brigitte’s sight. They had given it the very simple name of “Space Lanzer,” and this was its inaugural mission, even if it was still within the atmosphere. Earthlings had never built a Lanzer capable of operating above 15 kilometers, and Kpt. Dimba wishes that she could see the looks on their faces when they see her new machine, almost more rocket thrusters than Lanzer.

“Nomfundo,” Bel pipes up from the Bastet clinging to the Space Lanzer’s back. “Looks like they saw through our plan somehow. Look.”

Sure enough, a respectably-sized squadron of Lunarian Lanzers began pouring out of the ship, at least 10 of them, painted pitch black. That would be a problem if they were actually in space, and they weren’t highlighted by the dim blue air .

“Huh, look at that,” Nomfundo said in a playfully deadpan manner. “Guess they ran out of O.R.B.s.”

“Yeah, and they’re not like ours. Looks like they managed to build more of our boyish friend’s Lanzer. We could probably take two or three of them on, but not all of them. Especially before we get the hang of this low gravity situation.” Bel was almost shockingly serious, with none of her usual sing-songiness in her voice. It was a little disconcerting to Kpt. Dimba. This was serious.

“No problem,” she responded through the radio back, “We just fast-track part two of the plan.”

One of the handles that the Space Lanzer was hanging onto twisted under the machine’s command, and popped off to reveal a hatch underneath with an enormous mechanical lever. Dimba guided the Lanzer’s hand back to it, and yanked it down.

Immediately, the cone of the rocket split wide open like a blooming flower, revealing a large chargon-powered energy device, a blown-up version of the weapon that they had lifted from the destroyed Type-Artemis. It wasn’t pointed directly at their target, not quite yet, but it fired regardless, firing burning plasma in a wide arc across the bow of the Catenna Brigitte, melting sections of its hull and venting burning oxygen and fuel into the atmosphere. The swarm of Artemis-likes seemed none too happy at this development, so Dimba activated the third part of their plan and leapt off of the rocket, letting gravity slow the Lanzer’s ascent compared to its ride.

“Radio connection to the rocket confirmed,” Bel reported from the shell-like machine attached to the Space Lanzer’s back. “Activating the Bloom.”

The panels that covered every meter of the rocket split open, causing even more Lanzer-sized plasma rifles to point upwards in every direction and fire in constant but unpredictable bursts, almost lighting the thin air on fire. The Siyanqoba ace smiled underneath her atmosphere helmet as she watched most of the mass-produced Lanzers explode in a shower of molten chargon. It soon turned to shock, however, as she watched a silverish-white Lanzer dodge every blast with little effort, a pair of emerald/amethyst wings shining behind two large structures on its back. It was closing in on them very, very quickly.

“SFEBHE!"

—

Now that Lt. Truth knew what the Type-Selene was doing to them, it was impossible to ignore. Their heart was beating at triple speed. Every breath was manual and deep. Even their intestines seemed to squirm in labor. It would make them sick if they didn’t know that they were designed from the ground up to be able to handle the chargon being pumped through their body, and the amount of power being output through their spine back into the Type-Selene.

“The paths of the plasma bolts are now being shown on your display,” Cynthia explained.

From the tips of each plasma rifle pointing out from the rocket, a solid red line drawn on the cockpit’s hud showed where it was safe to fly, and Elysian could see the path through the laser jungle to their target. They punched it as hard as this machine could go.

“I would recommend against rushing in head-long until we know this new machine’s capabilities, Lt. Truth.”

Elysian could feel their hands shaking at the suggestion. “Believe me, I know,” they exclaimed pointedly. Gods, did they know. “But we can’t know what it’s capable of if we don’t force it to act. And I know you’ve got my back, regardless.”

“Understood.”

—

Nobubele rattled against her leather harness in the Bastet’s cockpit as the Space Lanzer juked and jived in defense against the Lunarian’s new Lanzer. The mechanical hands reaching out from the sides of her oversized collar rapidly type at the surrounding keyboards as data floods into her mask, telling her of the situation. “Nomfundo! The ship is going up, I’m sure they got the message, let’s get out of here!”

A visual representation of the Space Lanzer’s current arc shows that they’ve reached the apex and are ready to begin descent, placing them somewhere between the two safe zones of the BIUST and Kwazulu LBZ’s. “We’re going to need to redirect our descent to one of the LBZ’s. BIUST is closer, but Kwazulu has better anti-air defense, it might give us a better shot against the kid’s new toy!”

She switched her view over to the Space Lanzer’s main camera, watching as the Lunarian Lanzer took rapid plasma potshots at them. It looks like the kid learned their lesson, as they were staying a respectable distance away. “Trust me, Bel, I’d love to make that decision, but this kid’s giving me the works. Make a decision and tell me where to go while I try to deal with them!”

Bel internally read through the possible pro’s and con’s of the decisions before her. BIUST will get them safe faster, but there’s also the risk of atmospheric friction weakening the armor. Would it be better if…

Hope you understand we won't go as planned

“What? Bel, bad time to sing!” Nomfundo was right, of course. Bel wasn’t sure why she did that. She tagged the BIUST LBZ with a waypoint and directed the best way to redirect to the Space Lanzer’s main thrusters.

“I flipped the coin! Go!”

—

Both Nomfundo and Elysian would run the next several minutes through their minds many, many times for the rest of their lives. Wondering what they could have done differently. Wondering if they could have stopped the other. Wondering if the future could have turned out differently. But as with all regrets, reliving them only brings pain.

Elysian is the one who acted first. They noticed that the descent redirection took up most of the Space Lanzer’s maneuverability, and launched a head-on attack against Cynthia’s recommendations. Bel had grown antsy and took the next move, flipping off of the Space Lanzer’s back as they had practiced and used the umbilical cable as a swing to bring her around to the pair’s front, just like they had done the last time they had fought Elysian.

But the Lunarian remembered this maneuver and stopped short, before they were within grabbing range. They swung their over-charged, over-sized swords in sweeping arcs against the Bastet, which unfurled its plasma defense array as a shield and deflected them both. The force of the attack was enough to push her back, however, and the Bastet and the Space Lanzer collided and sent them in a momentary spiral. Elysian was confident that they had won, but the thing that had caught them off guard was the hammer throw.

Nomfundo had decided to use the momentum of the spin to use the Bastet as a weapon, swinging Bel’s ship back around within melee range. The bastet’s plasma defense grid focused into a sharp blade, and was aimed directly at the Type-Selene’s head. Elysian probably would have simply blocked or dodged it, but Cynthia realized that they were now in a life-or-death situation and took complete control.

It was ultimately Cynthia that was most to blame for severing the umbilical cable and sending the Bastet free falling down to Earth.

Nomfundo was the first to spot the wreckage. Umbrella trees were flattened and grass was simultaneously burning and regrowing thanks to the puddles of liquid chargon that littered the field. The Bastet was completely shattered open, and the cockpit was split wide open. Once the Space Lanzer landed, she leapt out of the cockpit and ran towards the wreckage, chargon splashing against her boots as she dug through melted metal and sparking wires.

Elysian was second to arrive, and simply hovered in the air as the second reactor deactivated. They popped open the cockpit, and looked down, what they saw causing their stomach to ache even without energy flowing through it.

Nobubele’s black body laid in a purple and green shimmering puddle, strange flowers sprouting and dying around her. Her mask was shattered, and blood was leaking out from underneath as her eyes flickered on and off the screen. Somehow, her body still twitched. Her burnt and mangled collar was several yards away. Nomfundo collapsed to her knees and cradled the dying cat’s body in her arms as tears filled her eyes, and exasperated pleas came from her mouth.

Nobubele would never sing again, and Nomfundo’s heart couldn’t take it. With all the strength in her gut, she let out a guttural scream in anguish before Elysian could take no more, and left.

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koschei-the-ginger · 1 year ago

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Screw it, brief reviews of Jason Bateman's filmography pre-Arrested Development

(there are only 4 pics but the post is long)

1981 Little House on the prairie - He was there for 1 season and already became so popular they made the grand finale all about him being a proof that God exists lol

1983 Just a little more love - can't find this one

1982 Silver spoons - they had to fire him because the second he appeared on screen nobody gave a crap about the other kid, iconic, I've only had Derek Taylor for 21 episodes but if anything happened to him yk yk..

1984 Knight Rider - Derek Taylor steals a car

1985 Robert Kennedy and his Times - I'm sure he's in it somewhere but it's like SIX hours long and incredibly boring

1984 The Fantastic World of DC Cooper - Derek Taylor strikes again

1984 It's your Move - Arrested Development for 6th graders, this show is SO fucking funny the parents insisted on killing it together with his Derek-sona for good.

1985 Right to kill - blink and you'll miss him, this is his sister's movie

1986 Mr Belvedere - MILF CHASER

1986 Can you feel me dancing - a commissioned tv movie to show off Justine Bateman's range

1986 St Elsewhere - see, Dave Hogan can do drama too (no)

1986 Valerie/ The Hogan family - his most famous role pre-AD and I genuinely don't understand why, stale bread even for a family sitcom™. Cancelled for being the only show that was normal about aids thanks to Jason. They also dyed his hair to a different shade of auburn each season for some reason lol

1987 Bates Motel - this was supposed to be a sequel to Psycho 🤨

1987 Teen Wold too - words cannot describe how much I hate this movie and everything about it

1987 Matlock - he's playing "Jason Bateman, the star of Valerie" only 1 year after they fired Valerie from Valerie hmm...

1987 Moving target - this was fine

1988 Our House - if your kids think giving 10k to a teenager will get them a record label at 13 it's on them, he did nothing wrong

1988 Crossing the mob - you can watch this but god at what cost, it's so grainy you can barely see their faces (okay movie tho)

1989 Breaking the rules - commissioned to show that he can do some "serious" acting, a tragic mistake on everyone's part

1991 Necessary roughness - Scott Bakula simps, I understand, no I seriously get it

1992 A Taste for killing - for every good movie (prev) you get 2 bad ones

1994 Confessions: two faces of evil - COPAGANDA

1994 This can't be love - *looks up synonyms for CUTE*

1994 Black sheep - can't find this one either

1995 Hart to Hart - he was so annoying they made him believe he's related to Donald Trump I can't even rgsthsrth

1995 An affectionate look at fatherhood - can't find this one either²

1995 Burke's law - this show is so camp you need to WATCH THE DUEL

1995 Simon - the writing is atrocious, he's trying SO hard to make it work while Harland Williams recites every line as if he had just learnt to read. Tragically, a must watch, I wish it existed in HD

1996 Ned and Stacey - a sitcom star playing a sitcom star in a sitcom making fun of Friends, 10/10

1997 Chicago sons - 3 polish brothers live together, Jared Paladecki isn't in this eventhough there are at least 4 people that look like him

1998 George and Leo - if this came out today AO3 would be full of this elderly gay couple

1999 Love stinks - not mine but yk

2000 Rude awakening - the absence of a laugh track caught me off guard, he's doing his best Bud Bundy impression down to the tragic goatee

2001 Some of my best friends - after this many cancelled sitcoms you stop seeing AD as a show that's simply good but as a miracle

2002 The Jake effect - if Scrubs was about hs teachers

2002 The sweetest thing - nobody cares about the men this is the penis song movie

2002 No way out - this is like Cary Elwes-kind of bad

2003 Sol Goode - blink and you'll miss him (idk what's even happening)

2003 Twillight Zone -someone get him an Emmy for trying to bribe a ghost of a kid he unintentionally murdered

#long post #im not putting this under read more sorry ive suffered to much i need to put it out there #jason bateman #what did yall do in very low points of your lives? i watched the entirety of the hogan family and other 7 cancelled sitcoms🤡#my own

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lolottes · 2 years ago

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Good ok a story idea where we are terrible with Danny. So I read ideas of the king/prince taken prisoner by his own people, the halfas are hyper fertile compared to the classic ghost, the classic man in white who captures him and experiments with him, vlad loses control of events ,that his obsession is love then turns into family, the justice league who summons a ghost king to fall on a Danny more than hurt than hurt, the Martians using mind reading to prevent disaster and establish communication, the young justice who is entrusted with Danny... Yes all of this combining

Danny makes a very big fight and ends up weakened, a hunter shot hits him directly in the core, he is taken to the ghost zone in an area where the time is strongly distorted so that very little time is spent in humans compared to time immence that a healing of nuclei needed, he is entrusted to Lunch lady and box ghost because lunch lady is the best to feed a human and boxi is extremely talented to return to the human world where he is not really seen as a real threat, moreover these two already share a lair for a while so they will cohabit without problem

The drugs to regenerate Danny's core are working well, very well, too well... lunch box born.

The ghost couple who have been looking for a child for a long time now are ecstatic and the news spreads quickly, very quickly, children born in the ghost zone are rare and difficult to have, many ghosts are in the same situation as boxy and lady lunch...

And then... lunch box is exceptionally powerful, more than its two parents combined... Even if the two ghosts would try to hide Danny's involvement. The timing is too obvious... it goes back to the observer

Danny's recovery, even far from the far frozen, is really going well, and even if the birth of lunch box was a weird thing, but he lived more weirder thing and everyone is happy. Danny returns to the human world not even a day later. And he comes back healthy and with a more positive view of live in the Ghost Zone.

There are still several big fights but not to the point of hurting Danny's core again but this last one takes the habit of recovering in the very distorted temporal area and the place somehow becomes his unofficial haunt.

Then Danny reveals himself to his parents by accident, it goes wrong, his friends try to free him but get caught, Danny is transported to the men in white. There is a new release attempt, his friends barely escape from the attempt..

He has decided to bring out the heavy artillery. The pharaoh's scepter is out, Sam uses the fenton peeler, some ghost helps. This time it works but Tucker dies during this, Sam is badly injured and eventually dies from his injuries.

The men in white recover pieces of the peeler and connect the rescue to the fenton.

Fenton work falls, the place is looted, the parents fenton already disown dies or is imprisoned, it is not very clear when Danny learns. .... he only has his sister, his sister who takes him alone in the zone without worrying about the risks for herself, his beloved sister, his last anchor...

Danny is in a comatose state and Jazz uses everything she knows to avoid problems and even learn more, especially about the true laws of the area. The observers are curiously useful but do not know them and their passive jazz has no real reason to suspect them

The observers are ecstatic, they manage to make this miserable human learn the rules of succession and they have just finished trapping the crown and the ring for the abobination!!!

Clockwork, there is closely watched but manages to put the justice league on the trail of the destruction of a government center, then on the secret department which was the reason for the targeting. Ensuring that no big attack hits Amity ville is already a little more complicated... But now that they are there with zatana and constantine present to investigate FW, he can let Vlad's attack go. Thanks to this, they discover halfa, discovering that the identity of Phamtom after that is not so hard, discovering that he saved their world several times alone either. Getting them to learn for the coronation is much harder though and he can't do it until it happens.

The coronation arrives, Jazz and Danny go there being told that it's the best way to unify the ghosts to counter the men in white while spanking them to stop harming the living. But the argument that we use observers to make Danny fall in love with the idea and the fact that it will legitimize jazz's safe place in the ghost zone. Jazz she thinks that the acquisition of royal artifacts and their ability to amplify the power of their bearer will make that no more human weapon will hurt her little brother. Jazz is not wrong....

The coronation is done in a small committee, a heavy cape is put on Danny's shoulders, keeping him on the ground during the event... it will never be taken away from him. The crown is placed on his head but instead of the flame ice filling on it and fixing it on his head, nothing is alarming and it's rather pretty... the crown ice is powered by Danny but not controlled by him and can cover much more than the top of his head. When they have to put on the ring he hesitates... but we promise him that it's not a rage ring anymore, that's not a lie

As the JL/JLD searches vlad's properties the ground shakes. They thus find the secret underground which was only accessible normally with ghost intangibility. But once discovered, thanks to deadmen, it is easy to use magic to circumvent this kind of problem. There he finds a jazz fenton who is no longer really a teenager just entering adulthood but above all who is dying on the ground, many vials of unknown substance on the ground while the traces indicate that she has somehow sort of crawling on some sort of mini spaceship that snuck through Vlad's portal to try and find something. She asks to save her brother in a last breath before losing knowledge. She showed her arm where she is tattooed with a circle of family invocation confirms once again the identity of Phamtom. By studying uthe ectoplasmic green tattoo, it seems to change automatically. Jazz is brought in but dies on the way to the watchtower.

They poisoned jazz, the observers poisoned jazz and only give him his medicine to not succumb to it if he keeps calm and quiet. He would do anything for jazz, the only one who loves it, for his big sister, for the last human, no, the last person who can be trusted. There is no way that the ghosts don't know what's going on, it's at least the 3rd child that exists with "his help". But it's for jazz, so he shuts up, if he's wise enough he leaves it with her...

It's been 2 children since he has seen jazz....it's her children numbers how many? he stopped counting when it moved the dozen...

The justice league on carefully preparing the circle of invocation modified from the family circle of jazz, now frozen in his death. The circle glows directly after it is finished, not a word or gift put in place, it briefly ignites before the flames become salagtites and frost devours the place. A supernatural blizard rages and shatters the salgtites into dust which coalesces into a hunched figure on the ground, two solid, glowing green eyes open and seem to stare directly into their souls.

Martian Manhunter steps forward and the blizzard stills, causing the room to transform from a storm to a suspension of small star-like crystals as the lights come back on with the receding frost and the temperature returns to normal.

Danny calls himself, he opens his eyes temporarily curious, only jazz knows the sigil he chose as equivalent to Phamtom, but it is clearly not jazz. Actually it's not jazz... it's... justice league? why now? he can't leave otherwise.. they have jazz, he can't leave.... As he is about to close his eyes again and deny the invocation a voice resounds in his head "They don't have your sister" He stops and concentrates on the advancing figure. "she came to us so that we can save you" pearls of tears flow while her real body is covered with frost preparing for the trip then in a breath he is done with his prison which has never really been golden. He doesn't even leave a snowflake behind him. He barely gets up from the circle when the cape covers him almost entirely, the crown grows larger on his head and his neck is frozen in the ice which continues to crawl on his body. The ring shines and all motivation escapes him as he collapses to the ground.

Martian Manhunter and others rush to grab him but he falls so fast, the cape pulling him to the ground. The ice slapping on the ground makes the station vibrate by the force of the shock. But this ice doesn't even have a small crack unlike the now deformed ground. Constantine swears violently by already taking out various tools and zanata has started casting various spells against the artifacts. the Martians informs the league about the altering mental state of their young guest.

When news of the King's escape breaks out, Danny's villains are confused. How's that for an escape? Danny's haunt has always been Amity Park. It is normal for him to leave the infinite realm. It was already strange that he stayed so long on his recovery island where the old castle was moved, they thought it was because there was no active king for so long. But now....

It takes several days and a lot of coffee to remove the curse on the crown and then even more time for that of the ring. But Danny's mind is now free and he panics, WHERE'S THE JAZZ! his calls and pleas for his sister resound again and again in a phantom height which denies any isolation or obstacle

Martian Manhunter is still the one to intervene as Danny panics at anyone else's approach. The Martians quickly inform them that the young king is somehow terrorized to be approached by humans especially in a medical environment and is left alone with him even if the JLD is just on the other side of the door or the glass. After many efforts and telepathic speech, the young adolescent finally calms down. .. until it is revealed to him the death of his sister

A cracking sound echoes throughout the Infinite Realms and all its subjects. The king's sister is dead. The sister who was under the protection of the observers after the coronation. The investigations (can be discreet) of the young king's acquaintances and the declaration of escape quickly replaced by a declaration of disappearance or abduction... The ghost people have many questions and the pain and dismay of their king resonating in them and the last taste. Dani recently back in the ghost zone most of the regulars of amity park and many citizens go to the castle and the council of observers who find themselves overwhelmed. Dani's core guides her into the council's basement. Accompanied by Embers Kitty and Jonny, Elle comes across almost forty young children who resemble her on a fundamental level. They are his children... but no... they are the children of his original. Dani isn't a fighter, so people forget about her, but she's barely below Danny in terms of raw power even though getting into it knocks her out.

A second echo from the king echoes beneath the council's location, this time in fury. A royal order is shouted to bring down the observers resounds in all.

The trio stare wide-eyed at Dani before she walks up to the kids and starts hugging them, everyone rushing towards her. They were like her, born of Danny but without consent, she won't leave them alone, she promises them in a low voice. the trio look at each other and nod, Jonny and Embers go back to inform people of the situation, the prince has been used, raped (even if not physically because useless with ghost biologic logic, it's still rape for me) Kitty pauses a hand on Dani's shoulder as the Phantoms cry now in an all too big group hug. But the question is that they leave Phantom and his family alone again, king, superpowered ghost, protector of amity park or whatever, it's just a human teenager doubling up as a ghost child.

The presence of two royal echoes, the Devastation of Mourning and the Fury of Betrayal, had another effect... A Dan breaks out of his prison. He doesn't know who's making him feel all this again, but he's not going to just stand still and take it. CW lets him pass. that is permission enough for him. He will first go to the source of anger.

So it was that a Dan who had just sensed the royal order moved in a straight line across the realm like a meteor slamming into the Watcher's Council building already there. half destroyed in the uprising of the people. It was not long before they were beaten until they retired to their pits at the hand of a Dan, a third king saluted by the people as he sent an echo informing of the fall of the observers. He didn't really understand the reaction of the ghost crowd or of his royal statue recunnued by his last but didn't delay more than that. Returning to the source of the second echo by cutting through the walls.

This is how Dan and Danny meet for the first time. Recognition then non-recognition passed in their eyes. Then Dan looked at the children, These children!!! not his children but definitely HIS family!

A violent echo of family claim over the group and Dan joins the giant hug and begins to talk to Dani (and kitty who is standing at a distance because wtf is this danny not danny who restrains his oppressive aura at 0%?!? (in fact if he represses part of it well) since when Danny is also powerful for Dani then this guy can unleash so much power then repress it just as fast in Dani's case) Dan understands the situation a little better, this Dany also experienced betrayal, the loss of his fear then again the betrayal then the loss of jazz... that's a lot.... he won't be able to manage everything.. .and with His children... no, Danny cannot go wild... Dani and he must find him while taking care of His children. Danny's echo is missing and his location is unknown, just not in the ghost zone... They are going to need help... And he's the only "adult"...he was an adult who has an obsession with family. Neither he or Dani like the idea but they have no other idea so... Vlad

Meanwhile, on Danny's side (and DC characters), right after danny sends the first echoe, ik starts crying uncontrollably, wail escapes and goes wild, John Jones has no choice but to phase shift him out and call in the Green Lanterns for backup. the small group finds itself in a catastrophe in the void, the lantern going together to maintain an air bubble around the children. For all of them, this seems to last for hours until Danny runs out completely and becomes has its human form and falls into a half unconsciousness.

There follows a very long mental discussion where Danny has no filter but also little coherence. The league must take a decision. They can't send him back to the realm of infinity, neither can they imprison him or put him in a comma just because of his power he's innocent worse he's one of them, a hero, a very very traumatized child hero with a lot of trust issues. They'll keep him in the station, in a room right against the void of space, and watched over by at least a Martian and a Green Lantern.

Danny wakes up with Miss Martian at his bedside and becomes attached to her immediately; not human not ghost and redhead, "winning" combos. Megan finds him adorable especially when he begins to follow her like a second shadow. The others find it a little disturbing the speed of it but Danny does not have another crisis and he speaks through the mental links to the Martians, then to the other through them then becomes verbal with the Martians and shortly after with the members of the young justice who visits him and Megan. in short, several litle arc of character to learn to trust again

Meanwhile other Vlad escapes/disappears. We don't talk about it to Danny and we don't hear about Vlad anymore. Even his money somehow disappears. The ghost attacks have been organized and meticulously target the buildings of the men in white only. But since they didn't call for help, no deaths were recorded and they were already on the JL's blacklist. They look away while watching for a possible development of the situation

Now the bulk of the healing period and Danny's return to normal with a lot of little character arc that I'm not going to describe because it's gods already super long

Danny finally comes down to earth and is installed in Mount Justice and follows Megan's daily activities except for missions and school. returning to the watchtowers during school time, he makes up for his absence there with a bespoke Bat-approved program. But he becomes extremely nervous with each YJ mission especially if Megan is on the front line, he is surprised on several occasions hacking the communications to follow the progress of the mission or in tinkering trains of the armaments for the team (he quickly secured mt justive and the ghost watchtower and give ghost weapons to any hero he attaches to, it became the sign of Danny's attachment, if he loves you and accepts you he gives you a sci-fi weapon). The only thing that seems to calm him down is when we finish taking him to force him into first care and then to emergency care, which is becoming more and more complicated. It still takes a long week and a lot of insistence from Danny for him to be allowed to help on a small mission. It's going well and the importance of the missions increases

Then a more public mission arrives and what remains of the men in white, amity parkeur know that Danny phantom is "alive", them and ghost but above all the new and large Phamtom family living in a huge mansion bought by vlad under a brand new identity, now know it's the JL/YJ who have Danny.

On the side of the Phantom family, it is going well. Vlad, after a period of adaptation, blossoms into being the grandfather/uncle of an army of children who have no liking over him and who let themselves be drowned in gifts and affection. They have so many different centers of attention! He uses and abuses doubles almost continuously. Suffice to say that he has a lot to learn to be able to follow everyone's passions, he no longer has a second to himself to even think of being a bad guy. And he would change his situation for nothing in the world!!!

Dan is a bit similar without the cascade of gifts, he is everywhere all the time, he named all the children so that their initial remains DP (because he finds it funny, Dani approves, Vlad is appalled but has to help offer more from name to D') With Danni he also organizes the volunteers for the raids on the men in white as well as the last faithful to the observer, who was barely countable on the fingers of his hands, almost everyone hating them without saying so, but hiding in the ghost zone is easy. It's Dani the most absent from the house. She does a lot of little running to the right and left so as not to appear on radar, spies and infiltrates the facilities of the men in white and prepares the assault of Dan's team, taking advantage of her appearance as a lost child / children thorough streets.

Many of Amity Park's usual ghost to see become honorary uncles or aunts. Boxy and lady lunch feel guilty that it all started with them but we took the situation head on, lady lunch cooks for everyone, boxy makes enthusiastic speeches about how to be a scared ghost and help Dani Finding supplies for children and building a network of parents of ghost children to help with ghost education, he is the first ghost to realize that halfas don't have the basic knowledge of ghost culture at their fingertips creation and decided to change that. Skulker is the one who stalks the faithful to the observers with Dan, the two become strangely very good friends (Skulker is also the only enthusiast to hear about the "good old days" when Dan killed everyone) Technus was the most versatile all-rounder, he is the one who moved money and created a vast network of bank accounts around the world, who organized the random programs to choose the places for the next food shopping, technological equipment and the many gifts. He eavesdrops on the MiW's electronic communications, participates in the raid to prevent things like emergency calls, and erases all traces of ghost activity. It is also fun to equip the games room with a multitude of video games and films even if his notion of what is ok for such and such an age is more than wobbly. Ember takes care of musical awakening and lullabies. She is also part of Dan's attack team. But she especially loves being part of the cool aunt and uncle group that sneaks in the sweets lady lunch disapproves of, with kitty and johnny. Kitty likes to take care of the youngest children but doesn't like having to be the time-out manager because neither vlad nor dan are able to resist her kids (and they know it) and is one of the few ghosts allowed to raise the voice over them. She is johnny love to teach them old slang and biker slang. johnny is much more absent because with Dani he is the main person in charge of the supply being one of the rare ghosts to be able to completely hide his ghostly side, that's his bikes we put him in the role. Moreover with his speed and Shadow at his side allows him to easily escape. He does it to complain too much time we leave it to him and kitty time and money for dating. He also had fun customizing the children's bikes with them and Youngblood behind the backs of "responsible adults". Youngblood is generally forbidden around the Phamtom/Masters mansions, if he is allowed it is under strict surveillance. But he infiltrates regularly, it is indirectly he who allowed the security of the manor to be so good. Amorpho passes from time to time but rarely and especially to relegate the information he has picked up right and left, he does not like to take risks or be at the manor and children but is part of himself who had quickly put away their side and accepts to take any direction on or seek information which is already a lot being really not a fighter. Fright Knight eqt the last but not the least strange uncle of the family, and Dan's trio of friends. In Danny's absence he considers him the king for orders but his equivalent for the rest. It is he who organizes the bulk of the forces for the attacks and who prevents the inhabitants of the kingdom of infinity from coming to earth to return to search for their king. When informal he is a tired man who likes to drink but bemoans the inability to get drunk.

(Clockwork is too busy keeping things going to be part of the family. Frostbite is the family doctor but stays far away so no family either. Princess Dorathea helps deal with the civil disorder but stays in the Phantom Zone. Cujo is Cujo. And I don't know what to do with Pandora, surely one of the civil calm helpers who occasionally helps in the raid. walker and wolf are too busy with their own thing I guess, one from the chaos of the ghost zone and the other from being a fugitive)

But now that the revelation that Danny is with the justice league is spreading, the balance of this more than chaotic royal family is called into question. Dan killed them all and had fun doing it, Vlad is already a criminal and will be sent back to prison directly so .... remains Dani, who is not keen on getting on the radar and losing his anonymity which is its greatest strength and treasure. But it's for Danny, she needs to at least check he's okay, tell him that she and her future evil as well as her worst enemies and most of her regular fighters are taking care of her unwanted children and her rauyaume just as little wanted and that he can stay having fun with his great friends and recover, they take care of the MiWs, don't worry .... yep it's not going to be easy

At amity park we don't know what to think, Phantom abandoned them? He's been missing for over a year now. Why did he never come back? ect Only the huntress intervenes to remind them that when Sam trucker jazz and she asked for help to save "their hero" they barely marched with a few banners for at least 2-3 days before returning to their lives. He owes them nothing and even she continues to care for some of the animal ghosts alone since never receives anything from them, hardly any thanks from time to time are rare. As if someone who fights ghosts for them is their due. But now that there is hardly any more attack is that small, she will leave, they have years to learn to defend themselves alone

The men in white are angry, the league is hiding Phamtom from them! They should have delivered to them from the beginning! Bad luck for them a case against them has been in preparation for a long time, moreover with deadman there is a prejudice that dates from before the ecto-act. They find themselves fighting for survival against the Phamtom/Masters family, fighting for funding and now in a legal fight with the league. Suffice to say that they are in agony

Dani therefore thought about how to contact the league. She can't get on their satellite, space is big and ignoring their security isn't exactly polite. Showing up at the hall of justice would really not be discreet and the MiW still persists so no. The SOS line to the league... that seems inappropriate. Plus they never showed up at Amity Park so that line of communication must have been compromised years ago. No, she's going to have to go to one of them in person. She should go to one without great capacity so that they are less afraid of being shadowed. hmmm. So she'll go to Batman! Besides, she's been wanting to visit gotham for a long time~

So we have a Dani who hangs out in Gotham, meets the town's ghost, then waits on the edge of a random rooftop who was advised by Lady Gotham. insert here the trope of encounter between Phamtom and bats

Now we have the conclusion of the story with the end of the men in white, the reunion of Dani (who does not say roof to Danny yet but whispers to him that she still has too much to tell him, she will come back) formalization of Phamtom as a leaguer. The reunion of Danny and Dani V2 without an audience this time. The visit of the Phamtom/Masters manor. Apologies from the ghost rogues for not understanding the observers' schemes. Forgiveness half given and the beginning of Danny's reconnection with ghost culture. A crowning of Danny accompanied by Dani and Dan who obtains the same rank as him. etc.

Perhaps a concluding arc with an end-of-the-world event where the presence and power of the royal trio Danny Dani and Dan is revealed. maybe with Vlad and the kids if we spend enough time. Let the phantoms come out of the phantom zone to help, in battle, to evacuate civilians and reconstruction or all three. Let everyone have their little moment.

Even conclude with Dan joking that fighting them is almost as much fun as killing them. Because even if he's a happy dad, he still has big problems in his head. Let the whole league look at each other and realize what they could have faced if they had made the wrong choices.

Then give the final words to CW who sighs with relief that he can finally take a break.

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abigettie · 2 years ago

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A Great Thing Called Time

warnings! mentions doctors, being sick, alcohol, swearing, yelling, death! Shirtless Bradley, sharing a bed, grief the use of the word daddy( not sexually you horn dogs). Let me know if I’m missing anything

I’m so sorry it’s short I’ll update soon I promise.

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"Time" maverick paused "is your greatest enemy" Bonnie zoned out on mavericks boring lecture "because no one is insane enough to fly below it" Bradley said snapping Bonnie out of her trance

"That's exactly what I'm going to train you to do" maverick said

“why do I have to listen to this when I've already been trained to do this"

she thought leaning her head back, it was true right out of top gun she had become a stealth pilot watching everyone's backs, sitting farther back from everyone to stay off the radar and off of coms flying at such low altitude that it felt like she was driving a hover car or something, "why are they dead" maverick asked "because we broke the 300 foot ceiling-" Phoenix started "no why are they dead coyote"

"I slowed down and didn't give them a warning"

"Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?"

"I was focusing-"

"What would their families say at the funeral" maverick asked coyote mumbled "why didn't you anticipate the turn?you were briefed on the terrain" Maverick turned to Phoenix before she would even speak maverick cut her off "don't say it to me, say it to his family" he motioned towards bob, "what happened" maverick asked

"Well I flew as fast i I could, kinda like my ass depended on it" hangman said "and you put your team in danger and your wing man's dead" rooster added on "they couldn't keep up" . "Why are you dead" maverick asked rooster "your team leader up there, why are you, why is your team dead?"

"Sir he was the only one who made it to the target"

"A minute late, he gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down, he is dead" maverick said firmly "you don't know that" Bradley said "your not flying fast enough, we don't have a second to waste" Jake said "we made it to the target"

Bonnie looked down and shook her head at her best friend, "it's not the plane sir it's the pilot" brad said smugly

"Exactly!"

"There's more then one way to fly this mission" he said "you really don't get it, in this mission a man flies like maverick here, or a man does not come back, no offence intended" Jake said looking at Swan and Phoenix "yet some how you always manage" bob said loud enough for hangman to hear "look I don't mean to criticize your conservative,that's all"

"Lt" maverick shook his head "we're going into combat son, on a level that no living pilot has ever seen, not even him" hangman looked at maverick "that's no time to be thinking about the past"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rooster asked "Rooster"

"I can't be the only one who knows maverick flew with his old man, the he flew with him when his old man-" Rooster jumped out of his seat and lunged towards hangman bonnie rushed behind him pulling him back "Hey!Hey!Hey!" She yelled pulling the two apart "you son of a bitch!" Rooster yelled as Bonnie finally pulled the two apart "I'm cool I'm cool" hang man said shaking fanboy and coyotes arms off him "that's enough"

"He's not good enough for this mission, you know it you know I'm right " he said walking back to his seat. "We have one more then your all dismissed do you hear me" maverick said his face turning red "Lt, Ross will be doing this solo she'll show you how it's done" he said patting her back as she walked out of the hanger, the plane rocked side to side "increasing to 500 knots" Bonnie said into her mask as she pushed the handle forward staying low to the ground "27 seconds to target" she said confidently

"Increasing speed to 600 knots" the plane jolted ahead as she hit the target "reached target with 1:43 seconds to spare" she said flying back to base, "your all dismissed" maverick said as everyone cleared out of the room "that was fucking awesome Swan! Jesus Christ how did you know how to do that!" Phoenix said as the two changed into there uniforms "Thanks Phoenix" she giggled as she placed her helmet into her locker along with her flight suit "so you and rooster bunking together?" Natasha asked looking at Bonnie "yeah why" she said raising her eyebrows “I saw you two pulling into your driveway last night when I was on my jog" Bonnie laughed "you doing okay I saw you crying last night in the truck"

"Dads not doing well and he's realizing it's coming to an end" Bonnie sighed "oh Bonnie" Phoenix walked over and engulfed her in a hug "I better get home nat I'm making a shepherds pie for dinner" Bonnie laughed pulling away from the hug "alright see ya tomorrow bon"

"Bye nat". "Bradley I'm home!" Bonnie shouted as she put her keys down "Bradley?" She looked around the room hearing soft snores walking over to the U shaped couch to see Bradley sprawled out on the couch in his uniform Bonnie shook her head at him, she walked over to the side of the couch and grabbed a blanket throwing it over him she smiled as she watched him stir Bonnie made her way to the kitchen grabbing the sac of potatoes on her way in, "Bradley" Bonnie shook him trying to wake him up "Bradley dinner is ready" she said as his eyes opened slightly "come on sleepy head come get it when it's hot" Bradley stood up off the couch and threw the blanket on the couch walking into the kitchen, Bonnie placed a plate of the shepherds pie in front of him "thanks bon looks good" he said sleep evident in his voice Bonnie smiled "thanks Bradshaw now eat" she said, as the two ate and talked about Jake being a prick Bonnie's phone started to ring

"Sorry Bradley I've gotta take this it's the hospital"

She said standing up

"Hello, yes this is her pardon?" Bonnie's face paled Bradley stood up and made his way over to stand beside her "thank you for informing me, yes I would, thank you have a good day" Bonnie hung up the phone rooster pulled her over to sit down in the living room as tears started rolling down her face "dad passed away"

"Oh Bonnie I'm sorry" rooster pulled her into his chest as she sobbed "we need to call Maverick and admiral so I can try and get the day off tomorrow to plan the funeral"

"Okay I'll go call you stay here". "Hello this is Pete"

"Hey maverick this is rooster calling you might want to sit down" Rooster said hearing maverick shuffle on the other side of the phone "what's up Bradley"

"Admiral Ross passed today my deepest condolences" maverick sighed "thank you very much for telling me Bradley give Bonnie my condolences have a good night" the line went dead Bradley's heart broke seeing her cry "oh Bonnie...." As he pulled her back into his chest he rocked her back and forth slowly trying to calm her down the little mascara she was wearing had melted off her face, "come on bon why don't you go to bed" Bonnie wiped her face looking up at Bradley nodding she stood up pulling Bradley with her towards her room "stay with me tonight?" She asked quietly looking down at her feet "sure just let me get changed" he said kissing her temple his moustache scratching her face slightly she smiled and walked into her room leaving her door open for him. Bonnie woke up to her phone ringing and roosters arms wrapped around her tightly "hello" she said groggily "hello Lt Ross I've heard the news about your father we send our deepest condolences, take as long as you need the navy will take care of the funeral I don't expect to see you at training today" “

Thank you sir" she said looking over at Bradley sleeping soundly she looked down at her phone to see that the admiral had hung up she swiped up unlocking her phone looking at the dagger squad group chat to see that maverick had texted to meet on the beach behind the hard deck she shook her head at the text "I'll just hang out with penny" she thought rolling over to admire roosters face softly tracing her fingers over the scars on his jaw she watched him open his eyes slightly she smiled at him "it's not nice to stare honey" he said his usual smirk spread across his face "I was just admiring this beautiful face infront of me" Bonnie slapped his face slightly Bradley laughed shaking the bed "Maverick says meet behind the hard deck for training today" she says leaning up on her elbow "I don’t want to get up” he complained as Bonnie stood up pulling the blankets off him she walked over to her closet looking for something to wear grabbing a floral yellow sundress, she heard Bradley get out of bed the old wood floors creaked as he walked over to where Bonnie was standing “i heard your phone call with the admiral, everything okay?” He asked looking down at her “I have the day off today, he said that the navy will be setting up dad’s funeral” Bonnie responded looking at Rooster with sad eyes Bradley sighed and pulled her in for a hug her breath hot on his bare chest “as much as I wanna stay like this honey I still have training today” the two broke the hug and Bradley walked out to get dressed in the spare room,Bonnie pulled on the floral dress and grabbed a bathing suit out of her sock drawer just in case, Swan stood in her room looking up on the shelf above her desk she eyed the Cuban cigars that she used on special occasions but it was her fathers tradition to smoke a cigar on the beach she sighed and grabbed two out of the box knowing that Bradley would probably beg her for one and if he didn’t she would smoke it herself if give it to Natasha. Bradley made his way into the kitchen grabbing two coffee mugs from the cupboard “hey bon you want a coffee?” He shouted grabbing a k-cup from the drawer “no thanks” Bonnie said walking into the kitchen “you sure?” “Yes I’m sure, can you hand me a scone out of the red container please” she said pointing to the red container on the shelf above his head,

Bonnie stared blankly out of the broncos window at the coastline as the two drove to the hard deck “you know Bradley, if my mom was still alive I wouldn’t be in the navy god- I would probably be married to some business man with 2 kids under the age of 4” the laugh she let out had no humour whatsoever “if my mom was still alive I would probably be that business man your married too”

“Are you trying to flirt with me Bradshaw?”

“What if I am” he said pulling down the aviators that were on the bridge of his nose to wink at her making her laugh “well it’s workin” she said turning her gaze over to his face taking in the way the sunrise made his face glow you could see each scar, freckle, dimple Bonnie smiled to herself as they pulled into the parking lot of the hard deck, looking up to see Phoenix waving them towards the beach “I’m just going to sit up here with penny” Bonnie said as they took off their sandals to walk in the sand “Okay honey holler if you need anything” he said giving her a kiss on her cheek like always. “What was that about” penny smirked as Swan walked up onto the porch “he always does that, ever since my first home run on varsity” Bonnie said pulling out a chair to sit beside Penny “I heard about your dad Bon, I’m sorry sweetie he was a good man” penny placed a hand on Bonnie’s arm “thank you Penny, I’m gonna miss him but he’s not suffering anymore” Bonnie felt her eyes start to water “you can cry sweetheart, it’s okay not to be okay” Bonnie couldn’t stop the tears from falling that’s when it sunk in, she just lost her dad her pops her Daddy.

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanboy top gun #natasha phoenix trace #penny benjamin

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radama-zard · 2 years ago

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 17 - Weakness

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FCG & Laudna

Weakness.

It was something Laudna understood well. She could feel it within every inch of her body, amazed some days that she could even find the strength to walk. There were times when Laudna honestly believed that she had the constitution of a wet tissue, and that maybe that was an insult to said wet tissue.

Death had already claimed her twice. How upsetting it was to know that she didn't even have the strength to cling to life. The first time she could excuse, she'd been young and naive and had yet to have seen the true cruelty of the world,

The second time though… Well, that had been an issue.

Slaughtered in battle as motivation, (Strange how she had never once been killed for herself, as the main target of one’s bloodlust. Always a death for another to see, a corpse left as an image of macabre horror.) and then trapped within her own memories, all helpless and so very weak.

Laudna wondered if the guilt of having to be saved would ever leave her. All the Hells had risked their lives to save her, had put her resurrection above everything else. Yet she hadn't even been able to lift a finger to help them.

Pathetic.

Useless.

Weak.

“Laudna?”

A pressure on her shoulder. A hand? Yes, a hand. Fresh Cut Grass’ hand, to be exact. He was looking down at her… had they been trying to get her attention for a while? How long had she been sitting in front of this fire, zoning out instead of watching for danger?

There was the guilt again, strong as ever.

“Apologies, FCG. It seems I'm a little out of sorts tonight. Why don't you go rest? I can take the rest of the shift myself, it's the least I can do for spacing out on you like that.”

“There's no need for that, I'm happy to keep on going. I was just… worried about you. You looked real upset just now. Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Ah. Now she’d gone and worried him. The last thing Fresh Cut Grass needed was stress, the poor dear was already so prone to it and spent far too much time fussing over everyone else's problems, they didn't need hers added to the pile.

“I was just a little lost in thought. Nothing much to worry about. Are you sure you don't want to rest? That was a pretty nasty fight earlier today, you took quite the beating and I don't think I quite remember you healing yourself like you did the rest of us.”

Laudna watched as the automaton withdrew his hand, now wrangling them both together as they rocked back and forth on their wheel. A little wobbly, actually. That was concerning…

“I ran fresh outta healin’ juice. Don't worry though! A good stasis and I’ll be right as rain come morning! I'm more worried about you. You've been awful quiet recently, since we, well, got you revived and all.”

If there had been someone watching this exchange, they may have found it equal parts hilarious and exasperating. Both parties clearly burdened and yet refusing to share it out of fear of burdening the other. Both ridiculous and exhausting.

Yet there was no one to watch this.

There was only Laudna and Fresh Cut Grass, by a burning fire and surrounded by the sleeping forms of their little family.

“Death’s a little exhausting,” Laudna countered with a weak smile. “I'll be alri-”

Cool arms surrounded her, as wide eyes flickered down to find Fresh Cut Grass now attached. Hugging her, she quickly realized, and wow did that hit her hand and fast with some serious feels because suddenly Laudna was clinging onto them like he was the only rock for miles and the rushing torrents of her emotions were screeching to pull her down, to drown her down to her very soul.

“... It's okay not to be okay, Laudna,” he whispered, as though struggling to believe those words for themself too. “Everything has been so much lately. It's like we just keep on gettin’ pummeled down and right as we jump on up we're struck down again. It's… it's a lot. Maybe even too much. And if- if after everything you're not doing okay, then you're allowed to say it. I know I'm- that after I went all murdery that I'm not really someone that anyone would wanna confide in- and that's fine! I don't blame ya! - but you can talk about it, can cry about it, whatever you need! I can wake Imogen for you if that would make you more comfortable…”

Tears welled, all thick and black and inky, threatening to fall any second. And fall they did, leaving dark trails behind and ruddy little pools and rivers on Fresh Cut Grass’ head and back.

“Hush now, dear,” Laudna croaked on out, voice already a raw and wavering mess of heavy, pure emotion. “I trust you, Letters. We all trust you… and I-” her voice hitched, barely fighting back the sobs she knew were coming. “I just- I feel so, so… weak. Pitiful. Useless…”

And that was it for Laudna. The gentle stream of teariness burst forth into full blown sobs, only muffled by the mess of wires atop her friend's head. For how long she cried, she didn't know. It certainly felt like a long time by the time her body finally calmed down, shuddering sobs slowing to that ugly, gross sniffling after a good long cry.

Not that Fresh Cut Grass seemed to mind any of it, as he continued to pat and rub her back, and offer the occasional ‘There there’, ‘I’m here for you’ and ‘I got you, Laud’.

“I- I’m sorry for all that. I've made a terrible mess here…”

“Nonsense. No need for sorries. I'm metal, remember? A light water and I’ll be good as new!” he assured her. “Do you feel any better for that? A good cry is good for the soul!”

“I… I think so. I certainly feel less heavy, I believe.”

“That's good! I think that's what it's meant to do. I wouldn't know myself. I wasn't built to cry.” Fresh Cut Grass tapped at his lenses, as though to prove the point. “... And Laudna?”

“Yes?”

“For what it's worth, I don't think you're any of those things. You're not pitiful, you're not useless, and you're not weak. I think you're more powerful than you give yourself credit for, and to keep on goin’ after everything you've been through, and with a smile none the less! Well… I think that's pretty strong.”

There came those tears again, and there wasn't a damn thing Laudna could do to stop them.

“Ah! I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?!”

Laudna shook her head, a wet laugh bubbling forth as she did.

“No, no. You're just… That's very sweet of you, FCG. Thank you…”

Honestly it's just what she'd needed to hear right now. Just a little reassurance that, despite everything, she wasn't as much of a burden as her mind made her out to be.

That maybe, just maybe, she wasn't all that weak after all.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #laudna #FCG & Laudna #angst #time to make Laudna cryyyy #Puppet Pals #day 17 - weakness #Dungeons & Drabbles 2022

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chorusfm · 2 months ago

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Taylor Acorn – Survival In Motion

Every now and then in our lives we will discover an artist that checks all of the boxes of our music interests. This happened to me this past Friday when I hit play on Survival In Motion, the debut album from Taylor Acorn. The powerhouse vocals, crisp songwriting, and the overall feeling of good vibes coming through the speakers washed over me from the opening notes all the way to the dramatic conclusion of the album. Taylor Acorn shared, “I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to be able to say ‘I’m putting out a debut album’, but in all honesty I’m so glad I waited for as long as I have, I feel like I’ve finally found my sound — I’ve fallen in love with every single song in it’s own right, the writing process was truly something I’ll never forget — and to top it off I got to share the experience with my best friends and some of the most amazing and talented people I know. I’m not sure what will come next, but this chapter is something that I am so unbelievably proud of and I can’t wait to share it with everyone. I hope you love it and I hope you find peace in knowing that no matter what we go through, we are all walking representation of survival in motion and life is a gift no matter how crazy it can be.” Taylor Acorn has a voice that fits somewhere between the emotive vocals of Hayley Williams, the range of Kelly Clarkson, and the punk brashness of Charlotte Sands, while her warm delivery still feels refreshing and new. The opener of the title track finds Taylor setting the scene as she sings cautiously in the first verse, “We all wake up in our little boxes / Different time zones, same problems / Fill our heads with something toxic / Sell our souls, turn a profit / Then pray to something way up high / Just to make it through the night / Another pill to ease my mind,” as she explodes into a rewarding chorus. The song features some great-sounding guitars that never drown out Taylor’s powerhouse vocals, and instead, complement her approach to the track. “Applause” follows in the sequencing with a steady beat and gradually builds up to the great hook of, “‘Cause now I’m right here on the floor full of tears in my eyes / While you’re out with your friends, God I hate how you’re fine / Played a wonderful show until you got me close enough / Damn you did a good job / Why don’t you stand for the applause.” Taylor showcases the vulnerability in her lyrics and matches it well with the tone of her vocals to bring out the intended emotions. My personal favorite in the set comes in the form of one of the singles, “Greener,” that is a mid-tempo gem that features a well-crafted chorus similar to the style of Avril Lavigne. Taylor explains vividly on the chorus, “The grass is greener on the other side / Yeah, it looks even better than what I had in mind / Yeah, I could build a house and maybe paint it white / Now I see for miles and it’s all mine,” and she commands the song throughout. Other early standouts like “People Watching” feature a more somber tone to the guitars, while it still hits its intended target with relatable lyrics. “High Horse” closes out the front half of the record with a brash punk rock song about people stuck up in their ways. As Taylor Acorn puts it in the chorus, “Who made you so cavalier? Go head stay inside / I’ll keep on living out here / Pay no mind to all your hot takes and your trivial shit / In the big picture it’s irrelevant / Hope your high horse throws you into a ditch / Yeah, I can forgive but karma never forgets.” The song is pointed, yet clear in its overall execution. The back half wastes little momentum from the front half as “Nervous System” features some crunchy guitars to provide the perfect landscape for Taylor to lay out her vocal attack. “Final Nail” is a speedy song about one-sided relationships not worth her time, as she laments on the second verse of, “I’ll make sure I’m the one, love, to read your eulogy / I promise you that I won’t leave out a single thing / How you lie, how you cheat / Didn’t call me for… https://chorus.fm/reviews/taylor-acorn-survival-in-motion/

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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reunited

req: i was wondering if i could request a natasha x teen daughter reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety please? maybe where the reader was in the red room with natasha but given to hydra once the red room was taken down and natasha has been looking for her ever since she left the red room. on a mission to take down a hydra base natasha finally finds reader, and it's super emotional for the both of them and they're just happy to have each other back. natasha knows about readers social anxiety from when she was younger and sees that it's only gotten worse now, so she's super sweet and understanding. she saves the reader from the base and comforts her the whole way home because she's scared of all of the new people also on the jet (the other avengers). the reader lives with natasha at the compound with everyone else and natasha is just great about her social anxiety and never pushes her out of her comfort zone and comforts her when she has panic attacks. sorry if that's a lot, but thank you so much! i love your fics sooo much, you're such an amazing writer!!! 💖💖💖

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat finally finds you after years of looking.

word count: 4083

notes: i didn't make them peers in the red room because then they'd have to be around the same ages but i made them meet at the red room. also i didn't know how to write about her having social anxiety so i hope you don't mind that i didn't 😓 hope you like this <33

"stop," madame b's authoritative voice commanded and all of you stopped dancing. all of your peers seemed to be struggling to stand still on their battered feet, some breathing heavily but who could blame them? you had all been instructed to dance for hours now. you had to dance until you couldn't anymore.

your head faced madame b but your eyes landed on your best friend, veronika, for a split second. she seemed in pain and you vowed to check on her after whatever announcement your supervisor had for you. you stood tall, clenching your jaw in order to not show that you were in pain or out of breath.

madame b's gaze flickered to you for a second, her lip lifting up on one side for a brief moment before her face hardened once again.

"i have someone special here today. she's here to observe your training and if necessary, teach what you girls lack. she has long graduated this academy, please welcome miss natasha romanova."

you jolted awake, panting hard at the memory that just played in your dreams. you looked around you, seeing the same cell wall you had been put in for the past three years. after the fall of the red room academy where you were from, another organisation came and swooped you in, not wanting to waste your skills. you were the only one they took, having heard much about your abilities and reputation in the red room.

the girls stood all around you and veronika, watching the two of you spar tirelessly after hours of endless ballet. natasha and madame b watched the match closely, eyes trained on your techniques and movements.

after natasha had introduced herself to all of you, madame b had instructed her supposedly two best students—you and veronika— to demonstrate a true spar between skilled assassins.

while you were reluctant to attack your best friend, she had other plans, one that included impressing her idol who stood mere metres away from her. you were shocked when she started attacking you. never had she obeyed a command against you so quick.

you had to put away your initial shock to start attacking back in order to not get hurt by the hands of your own best friend. the look in her eyes was different, almost animalistic. it wasn't like the one she had when you two were laid in your beds side to side at night, handcuffed to it while you talked about your deepest struggles being in the academy. it wasn't the same one she had when you reassured her that she was doing okay whenever she said she would never be as good as you were at this whole assassin thing. it wasn't the same innocently surprised one she had just moments ago when she was addressed as one of madame b's best students.

this wasn't your best friend. this was a girl blinded by her desire to impress. she wanted to show natasha that she was the better one out of you two. your heart broke when you saw her desperation. it was obvious in the way she fought you.

it wasn't long before you had her in a chokehold, the girl struggling to get your grip off of her. your face visibly faltered, eyes tearing up slightly when you heard her whimpers. natasha took notice of this.

your lips were quivering when you turned to madame b. a simple nod from your trainer had you whispering a strained 'i'm sorry, i love you' in her ear before you broke her neck. the girl fell limp in your arms, dropping down to the mat, dead. you panted heavily as you stepped away from her body.

"good. this is what i expect of all of you," madame b turns to your peers, the stone cold look back on her face. "one thing you need to perfect though, y/n, is your emotions. don't get emotional over things that don't matter. i saw your inner conflict. veronika would have no reluctancy to end you if you were the one in the chokehold. she was more mentally prepared to be a ruthless assassin. you're lucky you're more skilful than she is. she would have no hesitation to kill you, close companion or not."

you swallowed that lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks to prevent crying right then and there. "you have a lot of potential, y/n. don't let your emotions ruin it. i have high hopes for you." she spoke once again, before dismissing everyone.

you left the room with a heavy heart, turning to look at veronika's body one last time before leaving quickly so you could break down where no one else could witness.

you rushed to the staircase where you and veronika would sneak away all the time when you were supposed to be having lunch. you two would always sit under those stairs, talk about anything and everything you could. your tears were now freely rolling down your face.

"hey," you heard a voice say and you quickly wiped your tears away. you looked up and saw that it was none other than natasha. "miss romanova," you breathed out, scrambling to get up before she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the woman seating herself next to you on the floor, under the staircase.

"that must've been hard for you," she spoke after a few seconds of silence. "i remember my first time killing an actual person in training. they had me shoot targets and i consistently got the bullseye every time. then they switched out the targets to an actual person and i had a hard time doing that. i can't imagine how it must've been for you. i heard you and veronika were quite the inseparable duo."

you didn't move to show that you were shattered over the current events but the millions of tears silently streaming down your face said otherwise. natasha turned to you, reaching to wipe your tears away before gently caressing your cheek.

"you're a strong one, y/n. you remind me of myself when i was still in training. i can see myself in you." she told you truthfully. she had no idea why but she felt a strong connection towards you. she felt that you and her had so much in common. she had a strange inclination to protect you even though she knew damn well you were capable of doing so yourself.

since then, she always dropped by to help train all of you but you and her developed a relationship so strong that she even told you of her plans to get you out of that hellhole. at that point, it had been a few months since she'd turned good but she kept coming to the academy for your sake. she felt a sense of responsibility over you, like a mother would over her daughter.

she would with the other girls too if they had shown at least a bit of humanity but it seemed that the red room had ruined them beyond fixing. despite being the best student of the academy, you still weren't inhumane like the rest. you would hesitate to hurt others, only doing so when threatened and even that, you still weren't as heartless or cruel.

madame b would always berate you over this but natasha would pick up the pieces every single time. you loved her. she was the best thing in your life after veronika and your heart broke when the red room fell and you were taken away. away from the mother you never had.

you awoke with a jolt again. it was the second night in a row you were reliving your past memories. you touched your face and you felt the tears on it, wiping them with your sleeve as you sat up in your cold, uncomfortable bed in your cell. you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

you couldn't help but think of nat again. what could've happened if she managed to get you out before you were taken away? could you have a nice life with her? would you never have to hide under the stairs to have emotional exchanges with the woman? would you finally have been able to be who you were, not influenced by the evil around you?

you never knew what it was like having a mother but you imagined it was what nat had been towards you during the times you spent together at the academy. you two were more mother and daughter rather than trainer and student.

all of a sudden, alarms blared through the building and red warning lights flickered in your cell. you stood up, peeking through the small glass of your cell door to see guards rushing through the hallways in a frenzy.

you assumed that the facility was under attack and no one was coming to save you. you didn't even try, walking back to your bed to return to your position of hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

you could hear the chaos outside but opted not to pay attention to it. it didn't involve you and if no one was coming to save you from whatever was attacking the place—not that anyone in that place would, you were merely an asset to them—you wouldn't bother worrying about whether you were going to live by the end of the night.

a loud bang interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to see your cell door had been forcefully thrown open by a large man in stripes, holding a circular shield. you immediately stood up, getting ready to attack him when he spoke.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he said, holding out a hand as if to tell you to stop whatever you were about to do. "we're here to save you. you can finally leave this place now." he says gently. you frown at him, still in a stance ready to attack him.

"cap, is there someone in this room?" a familiar voice spoke and your head immediately turned to the door, where the owner of the voice stood, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. your face softened and a tiny gasp left your lips at the sight of her.

"y/n...is that you?" she breathed out, walking towards you and not stopping when she saw that you weren't alarmed or anything. "nat.." you choked out, tears starting to form. how crazy was it that you had been having flashbacks of her for the past two nights and suddenly she was here to come save you?

"y/n!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. you knees buckled but she held onto you tightly, sniffling as she caressed your head gently. you buried your face in her shoulder as you took in the familiar feeling of being in her arms once again.

more tears started to form in your eyes now. never had you thought you were actually going to see her again. you lost the hope of seeing her again two years ago. but here she was, standing in your cell and hugging you like there would be no tomorrow.

your hugging session was cut short when steve sheepishly spoke up. "sorry to uh, interrupt this reunion but more guards are coming, i think it's best if we leave now." he picked up his shield, leading the three of you out of the facility safely and back to their quinjet. the whole time, nat held onto your hand tightly, as if letting go would lead to another few years of being apart once again.

once you reached the quinjet, nat led you to the seats in the back where you two would have more privacy. the team watched the two of you in confusion before turning back to steve for an explanation as he was the one who was partnered with nat for this mission. all the captain could tell them was that you two knew each other way before this and that all of them would have to wait for an explanation from nat herself if they wanted to know what was going on.

when you reached the compound, nat led you to her room where she lent you her clothes and let you shower before tucking you into her bed. when she was sure you were comfortably asleep, she left the room quietly to go grab a glass of water only to find the whole team sat in the common room instead of back in their own rooms.

she looked at them, confused. "guys, it's like almost the crack ass of dawn and we just got back from a mission, why aren't you asleep? or were you debriefing? in the common room? did i miss it?"

"no, you know debriefings for late night missions are the next morning. we were waiting for you actually," steve spoke on behalf of the whole team. "me? for what?"

"nat, c'mon, don't act stupid. you know what we're talking about," clint makes an unimpressed face at his best friend. nat sighs, taking a seat next to him and the team look at her expectantly. she cleared her throat, preparing for a whole story time.

"you know how i was from the red room?" she asked them and they all nodded, urging her to continue her story. "well, after i graduated, i was asked to come help train the younger ones in the programme. during that time, i met this girl. she reminded me a lot of my younger self and she didn't seem completely brainwashed to the point where she lacked emotions. i grew close to her and after i met clint and joined SHIELD, i vowed to get her out of there because she went through a lot in that hellhole and i could tell she didn't want to do any of the things that the other girls were fine doing.

"she had a good heart and i didn't want it to be wasted. she was the best in the academy and i knew they had big plans for her. but i didn't want her to be programmed to kill. she was much more than that. so i made this whole plan for her escape. i kept going back to the academy to come see her and share my plan with her. clint, you always asked me where i kept disappearing to when we first started becoming friends. it was her. the people there didn't know i was already under SHIELD at that time—nobody did—so it was safe for me to keep visiting and keep planning an escape for her.

"but three years ago, the red room fell. i rushed over because i thought i could finally leave with her without anyone knowing. but apparently she'd been taken away. she was the only one of the girls who was taken. by who, i didn't know at that time. but i knew it was because of her skills and abilities. if the red room had big plans for her, i knew other organisations must've already heard of her too.

"i never stopped looking for her. i don't know why i never thought of HYDRA. but it doesn't matter anymore. i finally found her and i'm never letting her go. i hope you guys don't mind that she lives here now. if not, i'll move out and find somewhere for us."

the team seemed surprised that nat told them her story. they were very much expecting her to, well, not tell them because this seemed like a very personal story.

"no, no, of course she can stay. i'll even set up another room for her." tony says and nat nods gratefully. "what's her name?" wanda asks.

"y/n," nat tells her, smiling at the thought of you as she stands up. "alright, i have to go back to her. see you guys in the morning. maybe you'll get to see her then."

she bids them goodnight, leaving after grabbing a glass of water for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night, in need of it. she wasn't wrong because when she got back to her room, you were up, hugging your knees as you cried.

"hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, sugar?" she quickly puts the glass of water on the bedside table, sitting on the bed and pulling you close to her. you look up at her all teary-eyed and she feels her heart break.

"i–i thought i lost you again," you croaked out, burying your face in her shoulder. "oh, sugar, you'll never lose me ever again. i'll never let that happen. you're safe here with me. now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up." she stroked your hair gently, laying down next to you on the bed before you two fell into a blissful slumber in each other's arms.

true to her words, she was right next to you when you woke up the next time. she seemed wide awake and you felt bad because she probably had been up hours before but didn't leave you because you were scared.

"how'd you sleep, sugar?" she asked as you sat up, stretching. "the best i have in years. thanks to you, nat." you smiled at her, still not believing all of this is real. that you're finally reunited with the woman you thought of as your mother.

"do you want to meet my friends? they're dying to meet you," she tells you and you bite your lips nervously. "do you think they'll like me?"

"are you crazy? of course they will. and if they don't, i'll make them." she threatens playfully and you laugh, missing how protective of you she is. you smile, agreeing to her suggestions to meet her friends after you got ready for the day.

"hi, sweetie, you're y/n?" a man with fancy silk pyjamas greeted as you entered the common room with natasha. you nodded timidly, scooting closer to natasha. it was weird for natasha to see you this nervous. after all, you were the best student of your batch in the red room. but she understood that years with no actual social interaction does that to people.

"i hope you'll like staying here, i already have your room setting up as of right now. when you move in, you can tell me if you don't like anything and i'll change it for you. oh, i forgot, i'm tony," he extends a hand towards you and with an encouraging nod from nat, you hesitantly shake his hand. he smiles at you before telling you both he has projects to finish down in his lab and to tell him if you needed anything.

"hey, nat, not gonna introduce your friend to us?" you heard a voice from behind you and you two turned around to see two men and a woman. you recognised both men—one of them was the one who broke into your cell last night and the other one you had seen him a lot from pictures nat would show you during your secret meetings in your red room days. he was her best friend. you didn't know the woman but the kind smile on her face was enough to reassure you that these people weren't bad.

"y/n, meet clint, the idiot who i call best friend," she points to the shorter man. the name nat called him must've offended him because the face he made was hilarious that you let out a little giggle. nat smiles at this before proceeding to introduce the other two.

"this one's steve, he's an old man stuck in a young body—literally— so if he says things you don't understand, just smile and nod." you nod at nat and steve gives her an incredulous look, as if not believing the audacity she had to introduce him like that.

"this one's wanda, she's the least annoying person in this whole place and she can cook whatever you want so i think you two will get along really well." wanda smiles at you and you return it shyly. you smile at the other two before nat drags you away, telling them she still had others to introduce you to.

when you entered the kitchen, you saw a man reading a newspaper on the kitchen island while another man, whose skin was red, stood beside him. they seemed to be discussing something very intelligent because you didn't understand a single word they spoke.

"bruce, vision, i want you to meet someone." they turned their attentions towards you and nat and you immediately felt like hiding once again. "oh hello, steve told us you brought back someone from the mission. is this her? hello, i'm bruce," the man sitting down introduced himself.

"wait, is this the bruce?" you asked nat, smirking teasingly at her and she smacks you gently on the shoulder. the man seemed flustered at what you're insinuating, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"bruce, vision, this is y/n, i've known her for a long time and i finally found her after years so i hope you two won't mind that she'll be staying here from now on," nat tells them. the two of them didn't come on the mission last night so they were the only two who didn't actually see you until today.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm vision, i hope you'll enjoy your stay here." the man with the red skin greets formally and you turn to nat with a confused expression. "he's an android, he does things a bit weird here so don't mind him." she whispers to you and you nod understandingly.

"it's nice to meet you two, i hope we'll be good friends." you say awkwardly, hoping to get this whole introduction thing over with. how many people do you have left to meet?

speaking of the devil—or should you say, devils—, two annoying voices rang through the kitchen, interrupting the peacefulness that it was before they came in.

"i'm just saying that if you hadn't eaten my last bag of chips last week, i wouldn't have taken your cookies last night. it's all about fair play, man."

"and i keep telling you that it wasn't me! i don't even like those stupid salty ass chips from that brand,"

"stop lying, i saw you eating that brand the other day! just admit you stole my chips and go,"

"guys, are you really having another one of your stupid arguments now?" nat cuts them off and they immediately turned to you, finally noticing all of you.

"oh hey! y/n, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm sam. if you wanna survive in this place, you better hide your snacks because if you don't, this winter warrior here will snatch 'em all before you can even stash them in the cupboards. don't ever trust this guy here when it comes to your snacks. you heard what happened to mine," the man fakes a cry and you held back a laugh at his long introduction. you only wanted a name to match the face but he gave you much more. you didn't mind though, he seemed like a fun person.

"hi, doll, i'm bucky. don't listen to eagle right here, i do not steal snacks. i simply let people have a taste of their own medicine. you steal my snacks, wilson, i steal 'em back. you think i don't know you stole my oreos too last month? that's why i stole your damn chips last week,"

"so you did steal them!"

"so what if i did?! you stole my oreos first!"

"oh my god, guys, you're really embarrassing me in front of y/n. these are really the people i was excited to introduce her to," nat face-palmed and you couldn't help but laugh. "don't worry nat, these people seem amazing. i can't wait to get to know them better." you assured her and she smiles, pulling you close to her. "buckle up, sugar, because living with the avengers is gonna be a wild ride."

you were excited for what was about to come. it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. you finally got nat back and you didn't have to worry about losing her again because you had a feeling these people weren't going to let that happen.

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Prompt - ‘We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.’

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Falling in love with Spencer Reid was the easiest thing in the world.

You felt like you had known him your whole life and loved him even longer. From the minute the two of you were introduced nobody could deny the chemistry, you always joked that you must have known him in another life.

Never had you felt so comfortable with anyone as fast as you had with Spencer, he was the first person you turned to when you received good news, if you needed a shoulder to cry on Spencer gladly offered his, even if he had struggled the first few times it happened.

The two of you were like the same person and yet somehow you were so different, Spencer’s hesitation when dealing with strangers was fixed as you greeted everyone with a smile and friendly greeting and your struggles were countered by Spencer just as easily. The two of you fitted into each other's lives so easily it was like you had never not known the other.

Spencer Reid had never felt like this before. At first it scared him, god did it terrify him when he couldn’t get you out of his head, every thought somehow led back to you, his eyes straying to find yours when you were in a room together.

It was how he ended up at Derek Morgan’s home at two in the morning, knocking frantically on the door before coming face to face with a disgruntled Derek.

“Kid,” he had said, relaxing slightly as he saw there was no threat, “it’s two in the morning, this better be good.”

“I really need to talk to you.” Spencer told him, twisting his hands together. You had all just gotten back from a case, it was a tough one. You had been the unsubs' latest target and they found you just before the unsub could slit your throat.

Spencer had never felt so scared in his whole life.

“This better be good.” Derek grumbled but pulled the door open to let the younger man in.

It wasn’t long before the two were settled on the sofa together, Derek waiting patiently for Spencer to start talking.

Any other time he would have pushed Spencer to start but he had a feeling this was about you and knew Spencer needed to go at his own pace considering how far out of his comfort zone he was.

“Y/N nearly died today.” It wasn’t what Spencer had intended to say but this was the event that had made him realise just how strongly he felt for you.

“Yeah she did but she’s fine. We got her.” Derek assured him, watching as Spencer nodded but didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“I think I’m in love with her.” Was the next statement and, yeah, that was more along the lines of what he wanted to tell Derek.

“I know you are, kid.” Derek couldn’t smother a smile no matter how hard he tried but seeing Derek’s expression made Spencer relax.

“I’ve never been in love before.” Spencer said, causing Derek’s expression to soften.

“It’s not easy but if she’s the right girl she’s worth it and trust me, Spenc, Y/F/N Y/L/N is the right girl for you.” Derek said, his tone leaving no room for disagreement.

It didn’t take a genius to see that you and Spencer belonged together, Derek didn’t believe in soulmates but looking at the two of you, your souls were definitely half of a whole, nobody could deny that.

“What do I do, Derek?” Spencer asked, turning puppy dog eyes onto his friend.

“You tell her.” Was the wonderful advice Spencer was gifted with at 2:24am.

“That’s it?” Spencer asked dubiously, “I just walk up to her and say ‘hey y/n, I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

Derek chuckled but was impressed the kid wasn’t having a bigger freak out. The entire team, besides you of course, had been waiting for the day Spencer realised his feelings and they were also waiting for the major panic to follow it.

Honestly, Spencer was doing better than anyone expected.

“Well maybe don’t start with that. Just ask her on a date,” When he saw Spencer go to cut him off he shook his head, “trust me, she’s not going to say no. That girl is head over heels for you too, pretty boy.” Derek grinned which turned into a laugh as Spencer flushed.

“I just ask her out?” Spencer asked.

“You just ask her out.” Derek confirmed and that was the beginning of your relationship.

The next day Spencer headed into work, determined to ask you out on a date. He knew how badly you wanted to go to the new restaurant that had recently opened so that sorted out the location, now he just had to ask.

Which was easier said than done.

Every time he tried to ask you, someone or something seemed to interrupt. It was like the universe was working against him. As the work day drew to an end Spencer had given up and was sitting at his desk with a pout, staring down at an open folder without registering any words.

You had just dropped off your paperwork to Hotch and were heading back to your desk when you saw Spencer.

“What’s got you so pouty?” You asked, taking a seat on the edge of his desk, grinning down at him as he startled.

“Y/N,” He said, ignoring your question entirely, “are you leaving?” He questioned instead.

With a laugh you let him change the topic, “yeah, I was just grabbing my bag.”

“Let me give this to Hotch and I’ll walk you out.” He said, standing up abruptly causing you to raise an eyebrow as he practically leaped up the stairs into the office before shrugging and picking up your bag.

As you headed to the door to wait for Spencer you missed the matching grins on Penelope, Derek and Rossi’s faces.

“Hey,” you said softly to Spencer once the pair of you were in the elevator, “are you sure you're okay?

“Will you go on a date with me?” Spencer blurted out, face flushing red as he cursed himself. That is not how he had intended to ask you.

Your eyes widened at the question that was asked so abruptly, not fully registering what he had asked for a second. That second felt like decades to Spencer who silently waited for your response.

The grin that spread across your face though…Spencer would remember it forever.

“I’d love to.” Was your response, not a single doubt in your mind that you wanted this.

Surprising nobody but you and Spencer, nothing much changed between the two of you. There was no awkward getting to know each other phase where you both tried to be people you weren’t, being friends first made everything easier.

Besides the fact that you could cuddle with each other on the plane nothing really changed. Most return flights now found you and Spencer sitting side to side with your heads bent together reading the same book or saw the two of you curled up on the sofa, you lying mostly on top of Spencer so as not to fall off.

The two of you hadn’t realised just how much you acted like a couple until you became one. You loved it, it was so nice to enter a relationship and not have the entire dynamic between the two of you change.

From there it was only a matter of time before you both confessed your love to one another.

You knew you loved Spencer, of course you did. What other word could be used to describe the excitement you had to see him everyday or the way your stomach still filled with butterflies? What other word could possibly sum up the feeling of home whenever Spencer wrapped his arms around you or the fact that you couldn’t help but smile when he walked into a room?

As Spencer had turned to Derek when he realised his feelings for you, you turned to Rossi. The man, god bless that wonderful man, had spent hours listening to you talk about Spencer Reid. He always told you that you should just tell Spencer how you felt but you were plagued with thoughts of losing Spencer or messing up the dynamic you two had. Rossi told you that was stupid, Spencer loved you, anyone could see it, and nothing could come between the two of you.

Eventually you decided to take Rossi’s advice and that night as you slipped into a dress ready for your date with Spencer, you swore you would say those three words.

Obviously nothing is ever that simple and not even halfway through dinner both your phones were chiming with identical messages that summoned you back to work.

“Oh no, not date night.” Penelope frowned as she looked at your outfits. Spencer just smiled at her but you were annoyed. You were so ready to tell Spencer how you felt and once you got your hands on this unsub-

Your thoughts were cut off as somebody lightly kicked your foot under the table, looking up you saw Rossi, the only person who knew how much tonight meant to you, raised an eyebrow at you, frowning in sympathy as you just shook your head, trying not to frown as Hotch apologised to the team and gestured for Penelope to start.

The case was hard but finally there was a breakthrough.

“Reid, JJ, I want you to go to Tomlinson’s house and see if he knows anything.” Hotch directed. It should have been that easy, Daniel Tomlinson’s name had appeared as Garcia checked a list of employees on shift the day of the murder. Nobody suspected Tomlinson of anything, his record was squeaky clean and on paper he looked like a model citizen.

How wrong was that assumption?

“Reid and JJ not back yet?” Rossi asked, it had been at least two hours since Hotch had sent them to Tomlinson’s house and nobody had heard a word from them since.

As Hotch pulled his phone out to call them, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Rossi said as he turned to you, watching as you grew paler as the call continued to ring. When nobody answered Hotch dialled another number and it was a matter of seconds before Penelope’s voice flowed from the speaker.

“Here to help.” She said and Hotch quickly ordered her to track Spencer and JJ’s cells, “Give me a moment, they are…” here she paused, it was a short pause, maybe lasting for five seconds but to you it felt like an eternity. “They’re at Tomlinson’s house.” She said, her voice wavering as she drew the conclusion you all did.

“Let’s go.” Hotch said and you all rushed to the SUV, police following behind you.

Spencer was unconscious when you arrived, you felt your eyes fill with tears as you choked back a sob. The unsub had JJ held against him as a human shield but you paid little attention to that, all of your focus was on Spencer.

You couldn’t recall exactly how it went down, it was only when the gunshot sounded that you moved over to Spencer, gently lifting his head and placing it in your lap as tears slid down your face. Faintly you could hear Rossi calling for medics as you pleaded with Spencer to wake.

“Please, Spenc, just open your eyes. C’mon baby, wake up.” You begged but he didn’t move. Medics surrounded you but you refused to move, it took Rossi gently lifting you up to move you away.

You turned around, burying your head in Rossi’s chest as sobs escaped you. Rossi held you close to him, whispering soft assurances that you barely heard.

“C’mon, cara mia, I’ll drive you to the hospital.” He said, leading you out of the basement and over to the car, only removing his arm from around your shoulder to help you into the passenger seat. He waited until the other members made their way over and once everyone was buckled in he began following the ambulance to the hospital, never letting go of your hand.

“He’s lucky.” The doctor said as he approached you all, “any longer and he would have bled out. He’s tired and weak but he’ll be ok.” Those were the words you needed to hear and more tears fell down your face as you let out a sob of relief. “You can see him now.”

You all made your way over to his room, everyone insisting that you go in and see him first. You couldn’t tell the team how much you appreciated them in that moment, so you just smiled at them and entered the room.

“Spenc,” you said softly, causing him to open his eyes slowly and smile at you.

“I’m ok.” He said before you could say anything else and he lifted his hand, gesturing for you to come to him. You did without any hesitation, sitting on the bed, making sure it was his uninjured side.

“I was so scared, I thought-“ Here you cut yourself off with another sob and Spencer just smiled up at you, lifting a hand to brush the tears away.

“I’m ok.” He repeated and you nodded.

“God, baby,” you breathed out, raising your own hand to cup his cheek, careful of the bruise on the right side of his face. “I love you so much.” You confessed without realising, it wasn’t until you saw Spencer’s expression change that you realise what you had said.

His eyes widened as he stared up at you, a soft smile that stretched into a grin taking over his face. You looked back at him, your own eyes widening but before panic could set in he spoke.

“I love you too, I have for so long.” He told you, the hand that lingered by your face moved to the back of your head. You felt him gently push and you let yourself be pulled down to meet him in a soft, sweet kiss.

When you pulled away you bit your lip in an attempt to hold back a smile so that you could kiss him again but nothing was stopping the smile that stretched across your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” Spencer whispered, his eyes taking in every feature of your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

The next big milestone for the pair of you was when Spencer asked you to move in.

Before dating you Spencer couldn’t imagine sharing his apartment with somebody else, though cluttered he knew where every book was placed, he knew everything belonged to him, he didn’t have to worry about people moving his files or misplacing one of his books.

When Derek asked him about how he felt about moving in with you, however, Spencer held no reservations. He wanted to live with you, he wanted you in his space, he wanted to see how your books looked on his bookcase and see evidence of you living there everyday whether it was a toothbrush in the bathroom or a pair of your shoes discarded by the door for him to trip on.

He wanted that.

You were in Spencer’s apartment, it was late and the two of you lay in his bed. There was no better feeling in the world, you believed, than being tucked up against Spencer Reid. Spencer looked down at you, half asleep and gripping his shirt and knew he wanted this more than anything.

He wanted to go to bed with you every night and he wanted to wake up to you. How could any day possibly be bad if he got to see your face first thing in the morning? The thought of you two waking up together everyday, him watching as you woke up before the two of you headed to the kitchen, working perfectly in sync with one another to make breakfast.

God, he wanted it.

“Move in with me.” He said, watching you blink the sleep away before turning your head to look up at him. “Please move in with me.”

“Okay.” You told him, smiling up at him. Giggling as he shifted the two of you so he was on top of you.

“I love you so much.” He told you before leaning down and capturing your lips in a rushed, heated kiss.

“Why do you have so many books?” Derek groaned as he brought another box up.

When the team found out you were moving in together they had offered to help and that is how you all ended up spending your day off, moving boxes from your house to Spencer’s, everyone grumbling about how much books weighed.

“Seriously, are you even gonna have enough room for all of these?” Derek asked as he looked around the room, seeing all the boxes piled up and knowing there was more to come.

“We’ll make room.” Spencer assured with a laugh.

“You’re lucky I love you two.” Derek told you both, wagging a finger as he did before he headed back down to grab another box.

It took most of the day but eventually all the boxes were brought up, you had handed in your apartment key and the rest of the team had headed home so it was just you and Spencer. You closed the door before turning around to face Spencer with a grin, him already looking at you with the same expression.

“We live together.” You said, causing him to laugh.

“C’mere” he said, pulling you close and leaning down to kiss you softly. “Thank you for agreeing to move in.” He whispered as he pulled away.

“Thank you for asking me.”

The two of you ended up starting to put some of your books away, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw random empty spaces across the bookcases where Spencer had obviously made room for your books. You turned to thank him, giggling at the soft blush that spread across his cheeks.

“Maybe Morgan was right.” You said, flopping down on the sofa next to Spencer who laughed and automatically wrapped his arm around you. It had taken four boxes of books to fill most of the spaces Spencer had cleared out and there were still so many to go.

“We’ll make room.” Spencer told you, repeating his words for earlier. You turned up to face him, lazily leaning up and pressing a kiss against his jaw line.

“Can we go to bed please?” You said, pulling away and giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “I’m exhausted.”

He chuckled at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead before standing up and offering you a hand. It wasn’t long before the two of you had changed out of your clothes and were tucked up in bed together.

The windows were open, allowing a welcomed breeze to cool down the room, and the curtains hadn’t been drawn properly allowing the lights from the street to leak through. You rested your head on Spencer’s shoulder, smiling to yourself as you realised you got to do this every night.

You whined as Spencer shifted, watching as he grabbed one of the books from his night stand. He turned the pages before stopping on a new chapter.

“Read to me?” You asked quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere.

“Of course love.” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your head. “French or English?” He asked, causing you to glance at the book again and sure enough the words printed were in French.

“French.” You whispered, cuddling further into him, smiling as he began.

“J’ai regardé devant moi. Dans la foule je t’ai vue. Parmi les blés je t’ai vue. Sous un arbre je t’ai vue. Au bout de tous mes voyages. Au fond de tous mes tourments. Au tournant de tous les rires. Sortant de l’eau et du feu. L’été l’hiver je t’ai vue. Dans ma maison je t’ai vue. Entre mes bras je t’ai vue. Dans mes rêves je t’ai vue. Je ne te quitterai plus.”

“I looked in front of me. In the crowd I saw you. Among the wheat I saw you. Beneath a tree I saw you. At the end of my journeys. In the depths of my torment. At the corner of every smile. Emerging from water and fire. Summer and winter I saw you. All through my house I saw you. In my arms I saw you. In my dreams I saw you. I will never leave you.”

Before Spencer had finished the poem you were asleep against his chest, the small smile still on your face. Spencer leaned down to press another gentle, barely there kiss against your head before he placed the book down and wrapped his arms around you, drifting off to sleep with his own smile.

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FREE FALLING K.K.

Request: Okay some anons were simping over kon now I wanna simp~ y/n is an archer on the teen Titans , and she tends to be shy and on the reserved side, so when kon flirts she just dismisses him every time, until another guy ( superhero or civilian, you choose ) gets flirty and he gets made protective/jealous.

Warning: fluff

A/N: I’m slowly running out of already written fics and my motivation has not come back yet. This hiatus may be lasting longer than I thought.

Word Count: 2.3k

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting within the team. It kept the bond of teammates close and always kept everyone on their toes. The dynamic on the Teen Titans was always one of ups and downs. There was such an entanglement of potential relationships that everyone got confused as to what was going on.

Most of that confusion stemmed from Conner Kent, Superboy as the team knew him as. His temporary relationship with Cassie had surprised everyone. He flirted with nearly everyone on the team, Tim, Kori, you. Kon's endless flirting began the day Oliver dropped you off at the Titans Tower and left you there for good.

Kon was frustrating in the sense that his flirtation with you was nonstop. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to sleep, it seemed that his only mission was to get you flustered. It didn't seem that he knew that you were bothered by his comments.

Tim always scolded Kon for his behaviour. After Cassie, it was clear that relationships among teammates was dangerous. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious of your blatant ignorance of his attempts. He continued to try nonetheless - one day you would crack for him, one day.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Kon was never an early riser. At the farm, he always got up early for chores, so at the tower he took every chance to sleep in. When he started to learn that you got up early, so did he. There was always the tired look in her eyes that he admired.

Kon found you down at the range. Though your skills were nowhere near Oliver, or even Roy, you put up a good fight just as much as everyone else on this team. The early hours were always dedicated to practice, and unfortunately, Kon figured that out pretty quickly.

You were so concentrated on the shot, you hadn't heard Kon's heavy footsteps join you. The shot went askew, completely missing the target. Your body tensed with frustration at him.

"Whoops, sorry babe. Didn't realize my good looks distracted you so much," Kon grinned. You refused to show him his words got you flustered. Instead, you grabbed another arrow. Babe. It slipped so smoothly off his tongue that it forced a chill down your spine.

"It's fine, Superboy," you assured him - though you were still angered at him for screwing around with your training once again. Kon leaned against the rack that held your bows. His arms rested on the top, head on his hands. His curls were still a mess from his sleep last night.

You felt your arm shake for a split second. His eyes watching your every move, waiting for you to make the perfect shot just as you always did. There was a lot of pressure on you with his gaze. You took a breath before releasing the arrow, watching as it hit dead center of the target. It was easy, hitting a non-moving target like this. Kon was the one making it difficult.

"Superboy?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We aren't on a mission babe, you can call me Kon you know. I'd prefer it." Of course he would, he loved the sound of his name passing your lips. It was almost angelic. "You know-"

"(Y/N), Conner," Tim's head popped into the training room before Kon could tell you what he wanted. His chest fell with a disappointed sigh. "Nightwing and Flash are here."

"Is there something wrong?" You asked. They rarely showed up out of the blue without there being a reason. Usually, that reason meant that people were in trouble and lives were at stake. Tim relieved your stress with a simple shake of his head. He gestured for the both of you to follow him. Kon stuck his hand out for you to hand over the bow so he could hang it up on the rack he leaned on.

A small smile cracked as your hand brushed against his. It was cheesy, ridiculously so, but his touch was so warm and inviting even if it was just for a brief second. Kon placed the bow down and followed you and Tim out of the room. Just as Robin said, his older brother and his friend were with the others in the meeting room.

Wally's presence always lightened the room. There was something about the smile that resided on him that managed to put everyone in a good mood. It always amplified whenever Dick was at his side. The two were a dynamic pair, and when they did stop by the tower without underlying business, it was always a good time.

There were a few times that you had been alone in the tower. Tim back to Gotham, Kon and Cassie to their own homes as well. It left you and Bart with no one but yourselves to keep each other company. In those times, Wally would sometimes make an appearance. The speedsters would train but by the end of the night you would all be piling high with snacks.

As you entered the room, Wally waved at you and that smile that everyone looked forward to was released. Before you could wave back, a heavy arm was thrown across your shoulder. Kon was at your side. It wasn't the first time he had completely invaded your bubble and it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Flash, Nightwing," he greeted. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck with Kon's side pressed against yours. Hopefully, he, nor any of your other teammates, noticed your state. It was beyond annoying that he could get you like this. "What's the visit for this time? Scolding us for saving the day again?"

He dropped his arm from your shoulders but remained close to you. Kryptonians must have ran warm because you could still feel the lingering heat of his body against you.

"JL wanted an update, figured we could stop in," Wally answered. He sped over to your side and placed a hand over your ear so no one else could hear. "And Boy Wonder over there is in trouble with the Bats." Clearly, Kon heard what the speedster had to say and let out a laugh. What could Tim have done to get himself in trouble?

"Doesn't explain why you came," you joked. Wally had mimicked Kon's arm-over-the-shoulder.

"Wanted to come see you, of course," Wally grinned. His arm suddenly locked around your neck and his knuckles rubbed into your head. You struggled to pull him off you. Finally, you had managed to hook his ankle and make him fall flat on his back. "Look at that, you're making me lose my breath."

The laughter among teammates emitted from everyone besides Kon. He had an annoyed look on his face from the interaction between you and Wally, though he said nothing about it. Wally sped back up, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks after the interaction.

Kon watched in frustration as Wally dragged you into the kitchen, likely to find himself a snack or two. Your laughs always put a bit of joy in him, but now? Hearing you laugh because of Wally? Each sound was like a knife to the heart. Pure jealously ran through him - why was it that he could never make you laugh like that?

"Calm down, Kon," Tim stood by his side. It was clear to anyone, even when they weren't raised by the great Batman, that Kon was incredibly jealous of Wally. It was only Tim that decided to speak up. "There's nothing between them. No need to be jealous."

"I'm not," Kon snapped. His reaction was enough to prove that he was in fact jealous. He let out a huff of air before walking away from his best friend. Unfortunately, the further he got from Tim, the closer he got to you and Wally just to hear the sound of your laughter once more. His chest tightened with anger.

It wasn't at Wally, nor you. It was at himself for not being able to get you out of your comfort zone as the speedster could. Since joining this team it seemed he was the only one that you remained shy and nervous around. What was wrong with him to make you feel that way?

What was wrong with him that made you not want to spend time with him?

"There you are."

Kon disappeared shortly after you left with Wally (and eventually Bart who couldn't stay away at the smell of food). Tim was with Dick all afternoon and Cassie spent her time training with Kori. Kon was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't figure out why he felt the need to leave his friends.

You searched the whole building for him, starting down at the training grounds and working your way all the way up to the roof of the buildings. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling as the last rays of the sun fell from the sky.

Kon folded into himself: shoulders hunched, head hung low. He perked up at the sound of your voice - even more so when he saw that you were alone. You sat next to him and matched his sitting position.

"Were you up here all day?" You asked. Kon nodded, though he remained silent. It wasn't like him to skip out on a pickup line or make some sort of comment. In fact, it wasn't like him to just disappear the whole day either. He looked upset about something. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kon was a horrible liar. You raised your eyebrows at him, indicating that you knew he was lying through his teeth. He sighed, leaning back so his palms pressed into the rough roofing. The golden rays illuminated him, creating an aura around him that made him seem godly. You wanted to reach out to him, but contained yourself.

The sunset was beautiful enough as it was, but to add Kon's beauty on top of that? Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that Kon's super hearing had him concerned.

"You don't have to lie around me, you know," You nudged his side. Kon sighed once more. He didn't want to tell you the truth, but he felt terrible for lying and making you worry. You were quick to notice a pink tinge on his cheeks. It was a turn of events, usually you were the one flustered around him. The hue looked pleasant on him.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized, "I... Well, I guess..." Kon fumbled over his words. The pink on his cheeks grew brighter, even as he tried to hide it from you. There was never a day you thought you would get to see the great Superboy flushed like this. He was always the confident one. "Fuck."

Kon's hand grasped your cheeks. His split moment of hesitance made you realize exactly what he was about to do. Whether it be frozen in fear or excitement, you didn't try to move. The closer he got the harder your heartbeat until the point as if it felt like you were going to burst. The moment Kon's lips were on yours it felt as if it stopped altogether.

His kiss was soft, hesitant - nothing like the facade he always had up. Kon was delicate with you, as if he was worried he was going to break you with just a touch. Your lips moved against his with far more confidence than you had ever shown him before. You didn't realize how badly you craved for his taste until the moment you had it.

He pulled away only for a second, waiting to see if you were wanting him to quit completely. With no sign of regret, Kon pulled you in for a rushed kiss. His lips needy against yours, making up for the lost time that he wasted months on. It was only when his lungs felt like they were going to combust did he give you space.

"I-" His palm remained against the curve of your neck and jaw, thumb swiping against your cheekbone. "I was jealous today, of Wally. I've never heard you laugh so hard when you're with him and I wanted that. I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry, Superboy," you assured him. He couldn't stop his feelings, just as you couldn't deny them anymore. "I-I'm sorry I was always so distant with you. I... I guess I was too scared to admit my feelings for you."

Kon was ready to spill his heart out to you. He knew that once he started gushing about how much he adored you, he wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, he leaned into you again, smiling into your kiss with pure excitement.

His legs that dangled off the edge pushed against the siding of the building and pulling you along with him. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as the two of you free fell in the darkening sky. Kon's arm wrapped around your waist and he held you flush against his body.

Your head was buried into the crook of his neck until realizing that you were no longer falling but floating. The grip on his shirt loosened and you looked up to appreciate the new view he gave you.

Kon brushed his lips against yours once more, just to grab your attention. "Don't worry babe, I've got you. There's no need to worry whenever you're with me."

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