#i don't know how news stations work please forgive me

[lil-dragon-rawr]

TOH x DC Shenanigans: The Beginning of Vigilante Bingo

This is turning into a whole au oops

Part One, Part Three

Masterlist

(Red Hood and Luz during the Batfam/Clawthorne & Co meeting, debating over who had the worst death)

Red Hood: psycho clown beat me with a crowbar

Luz: I raise you: eldritch blasted by a four hundred year old slime monster with a dozen eyes that once was human

Red Hood, getting competitive: died because I tried to save my bio mom

Luz, matching his energy: died to save a kid who reminded me of someone I or my little brother could have been

Red Hood: beaten with a crowbar, then blown up and asphyxiated

Luz: eldritch blasted, then slowly decayed in front of my found family I had just reunited with

Red Hood: my dad got there just barely too late to save me

Luz: dissolved into light, making me question the symbolism of my own name, then floated to the Archives and made my mother cry while she was a puppet (sorry Maman)

Red Hood, not quite sure how to respond to that:

Red Hood: kay but I wasn't even old enough to legally drive

Luz: oh how old were you?

Red Hood, thinking he's winning: fifteen

Luz: fourteen! Ha!

Red Hood: *groans loudly*

Batman, looking on in horror: there's two of them now.

Luz: okay but how'd you come back

Red Hood: well first I dug myself out of my own grave

Luz, immediately accepting defeat: ohhh snap, that sucks dude

Red Hood: yeah, then I got kinda-sorta kidnapped by assassins and dunked in a revival goo pit

Luz: that's the smoothie extravaganza you were talking about??

Red Hood: yeah, but anyways how'd you come back?

Luz: well I almost drowned in between dimensions but the Titan saved me and sent me back with a powerup!

Red Hood: okay literally chosen by a god, pop off

Luz: he revived me with the sole purpose of killing that moldy onion of an emperor

Red Hood, delighted: you killed a guy? An emperor, no less?

Luz, trained by her mom to not accidentally incriminate herself: technically, the rain killed him

Eda, offended: excuse you, I helped!

Robin, still surrounded by palisman: I assume your familiars are magic, given they can turn into wood. How did you acquire them?

Hunter, smiling and kneeling down to Waffle: that's the thing. Palisman and witches have to form a mutual bond.

Robin: ...and how does one do that?

Hunter: well first you have to carve a palisman!

Robin: so they're originally wood?

Hunter: yeah, it's tradition! There used to be a bunch of stray palisman living in the woods, but they've all made new bonds, and the palistrom forests are recovering!

Robin: ...hm.

Hunter: once you carve a palisman, you have to tell it your deepest wish. That's how the bond is formed

Robin, scoffing: sounds childish.

Hunter, smiling softly: it's a lot more difficult than it seems. Luz took months to bond with Stringbean

Robin, crossing his arms: perhaps because she is indecisive. I am not.

Amity, coming over to sit with Ghost: Hunter's right. I thought I knew what I wanted, but all I knew was what my parents wanted for me. My palisman wouldn't wake until I said I wanted to choose my own path, whatever it may be :)

Robin, who doesn't know what he wants no matter what he claims: *having an existential crisis but pretending he's just brooding*

(Barbara and Amity grabbing coffee after work)

Barbara, pretending she doesn't know all the lore: so how's your gf doing

Amity, completely unaware: she's great! :)

Amity: we're winning bingo :D

Barbara, sipping her latte: oh?

Amity: it's partner bingo so we're on a team! We both scored a point the other night so we're beating everyone else!

Barbara, pretending she doesn't know it's vigilante bingo: fun! What's it about?

Amity, trying not to reveal lore to her very normal coworker: it's, uh, tourist challenges

Barbara, narrowing her eyes: mhm.

(Vee, Luz, and Hunter get cornered in an alley after they accidentally wandered* into the middle of a turf war)

*It was Luz. Luz wandered.

Luz, sprinting towards the dumpster Vee and Hunter are hiding behind, bullets pinging off the walls around her: uh oh uH OH UH OH

Vee: hang on I have an idea! Hunter, get me to the roof

Hunter: aye aye! *grabs Vee and blips up the wall*

Vee: *shapeshifts into Batman* I'm gonna scare 'em

Oracle, eight minutes later: hey B, you weren't by the 7/11 in broad daylight just now, were you?

Bruce, looking around the board meeting he's in: ...no.

Oracle, running on coffee and sheer willpower: *rests her face in her hands* yeah, didn't think so

Willow, going to spend the night at Ivy's: Pam you will not beLIEVE the night I just had

Pam, who just opened the door and is so ready to hear the news: spill!

Harley, draped over the couch like she's in a Victorian painting: oh my gosh did Bats finally try to interrogate you?

Willow: no!

Willow: well yes but that's besides the point

Willow, throwing herself facedown on the couch: Luz and Amity got two more points in vigilante bingo!

Pam and Harley: *gasp*

Spoiler, crawling through the Clawthorne's window: hey Owl Lady I brought you caffeine

Eda, mildly disgruntled: uh why are you breaking into my apartment?

Spoiler: can I pay for a moment of your time with coffee?

Eda: depends, why are you breaking into my apartment?

Spoiler: sooooo I was kind of hoping to learn some magic to mess with my siblings and you said you were the most powerful witch for a while?

Eda: *deep, deep sigh*

Eda: gimme the coffee

Spoiler: :D

Eda, chugging half the coffee straight: you know, if I had a snail for every time a human with an affinity for purple wiggled their way into my living space and begged me to teach them magic, I'd have two snails

Eda: which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

Eda, finishing the cup and tossing it in the trash: anyways, thanks for helping me get another point in vigilante bingo

Spoiler, immediately invested: oh?

Spoiler, back at the Batcave: hey did you know Clawthornes & Co are playing vigilante bingo?

Red Robin: yeah they mentioned it the other night

Spoiler: well Eda just showed me the bingo card

Red Robin: okay, and?

Spoiler: and I think we should meddle

(King, Vee, and Hunter, volunteering at an understaffed and underfunded orphanage (welcome to Gotham))

Jason, walking in for his own volunteer shift: *staring at them*

Hunter: oh hey, you must be the other guy the manager mentioned!

Vee, who can smell magic: *freezes*

Jason, who knows she can smell magic: *narrowing his eyes*

Vee, who knows he knows she can smell magic, realizing she now has to keep his secret identity from everyone: eep.

Vee, an hour later, realizing she can't even get a point for this in vigilante bingo without revealing his secret identity: oh come ON

(Gus gets a temp job as a news anchor because the last anchor left due to...conditions...)

Gus' boss (idk how tv news works lol we're just going to call him Gerald): so you're willing to be our new field anchor? (I reiterate idk how news works please forgive and correct me as needed)

Gus, unaware of the "conditions" the last anchor left because of: yep! :D

Gerald: great, kid. Here's a mic and a complimentary gas mask. Have fun

Current Standings for Vigilante Bingo:

Lumity:

Luz gained the competition point by arguing that the rules never specified the competition had to be something vigilante-related (and she beat Red Hood at trauma dumping).

Huntlow:

Though Amity joined the conversation about palisman, the council declared Hunter to be the only one responsible for defusing Stabby Robin.

Gus and King:

Gus tried to get Red Robin's autograph, but Red Robin refused.

Eda and Vee:

Upon discovering Signal was about to rescue King, the council allowed Eda to claim the "be a hero before a vigilante can" square.

[ottiliere]

i have to say, it has been a really long time since i have gotten as excited about a story as i have about the grief complex. seeing more of lynn and cam and the dynamic between the two of them made it impossible for me to read the new chapter at work without grinning like an idiot the whole time. ever since i first read part one, they have lived in my brain-- a testament to how well they're both portrayed, so much meaning in each drawing and sentence-- so much economy of characterization!!!! i'm in love with the way you draw facial expressions. so much emotion and subtlety..! i really liked cam's little conversation with the gas station attendant and seeing his more playful, childish side. i'm very interested to see what else will be revealed regarding the cause of the slow deterioration of the people around our two Noble Heroes. i also think the weird gross little animals are very cute and i hope to see more of them. also, while i don't want to be crass, especially about a story that's so-- i guess, delicately written, with such a light and skillful hand in regards to character dynamics, so please forgive me if this is over the line, but i really think that if cam kicked lynn in the stomach and put cigarettes out on him, ect. until he started age regressing or crying or something like that it would be a net positive for their relationship and would lead to healthier communication between the two of them; this is the only reason i want this to happen, of course. i'm already looking forward to the next chapter! thank you both for making beautiful art.

i'm glad people are enjoying the story, hearing this is always especially pleasant. i do not consider myself a "hater" in any capacity but i am chronically dissatisfied with a lot of the contemporary work i run into in my personal circles...my interests are a bit narrow to begin with, too, so it's kind of an issue. we want to make something good.

i think dane has done a reasonably okay job with the story so far and given the amount of compliments we have received on characterization/dialogue/etc., i'm considering reducing his beatings. he'd thank you for that, i'm sure.

cam's behavior in that scene was maybe meant to be a little meaner than playful, though. how often do you talk to people who act like the attendant was acting? there's something sad about it to me, i can never bring myself to make fun of someone to their face the way cam does.

i don't see anything weird or gross about my cute little animals, but thanks! you can expect to see a lot more of them in later chapters. the ones on display in this chapter were sculpted by dane, herbert, and baja, and painted by dane. we have a growing and very diverse catalogue of their little bodies.

while i respect the desire to remain uncrass, bear in mind that sometimes it's best not to tip your hand. i'm not even sure what crassness you're referring to here - plenty of people seem to want to see lynn hurt, for some reason. violence is rarely the answer...i don't think beating or getting beat on would inspire much desire for healthy communication between these two at all! but I'm sure cam would like it, for a little while. glad you're having fun, thanks for letting me know. we plan to keep at it.

[ecogirl2759]

I am posting to literally every Fandom rn and I'm sorry but I neeeeed to get this out

I LOVE looking at Malorn Ashthorn through a very literal lense. Because that makes him literally one of the most tragic characters in Wiz <3

(Came back up after writing this whole post and realized it's kinda sorta very long. So, full rant is under the break ^w^)

Edit: Please forgive any spelling mistakes, I wrote this all on my phone, which sucks lol

Every time you go to Ravenwood, he's there. Malorn, without fail, is always standing by the crater at all times. (This is what I mean by literal lol, since his sprite just wasn't put in any other locations.) Other students keep coming and going throughout the day, able to take rests in their dorms and occasionally go on field assignments, but Malorn can't do that. He just has to stand there. Waiting.

He's practically forced to be there, too. He's "Acting Professor Ashthorn" after all. He has to be there just in case a student drops by, and everyone works on their own schedule. That includes all the other Death students, especially since they're on independent study and literally have no time table to work off of. So, to make sure he can actually do his job, he needs to be ready at all times. He needs to always be on the clock. He can't leave.

What's more, he can't even go to the headmaster's office. He can't leave his station, so he can't go negotiate with Ambros. He can't ask for breaks. He can't catch up on news. He can't give or receive progress reports, assignments or updates. Unless he's deliberately called, he is, quite literally, trapped in this catch22 of seclusion.

Malorn also can't further his own learning in any meaningful way. All his other fellow students are off on assignments, doing practical work and honing their spells. Not to mention that it seems--based on Penny's side quest--that Ambros is the one who gives them their work. But Malorn can't move. Even if he got assignments, he would never be able to complete them. He's literally not allowed to learn.

Also, no one really ever shows up to Malorn's little corner of Ravenwood anymore. The other students don't actually need to go to him for anything, since they know most if not all the same spells he does, as well as not needing to turn their assignments in to him. New lore suggests that studying Death magic is wildly unpopular now that Malistaire is dead/evil/dead again, and old lore states that the already existing Death students are actively being discouraged from continuing their studies / persuaded to study different schools. Considering how few Death students you come across in-game, (keeping in mind that they have to be out and about since they have no classroom to congregate in,) it's probably safe to assume that many of the previous Death students were successfully deterred. I can't imagine Malorn sees much traffic anymore.

Even after the Death School is found by the Wizard and classes are said to resume, (even though the connection to Nightside is unstable? Eh, anyway,) Malorn is never seen outside of his usual spot. He literally cannot go to class anymore because he's too busy being Acting Professor. He now has to stand there in his usual spot, directing students to the actual Death School. (Because no one can put the building back, I guess. -_-)

And Malorn isn't even recognized for his hard work, either! Despite always being as helpful and friendly as possible, doing a pretty great job at being Acting Professor (if you ask me), he's never rewarded. The Wizard graduates, and Dwargyn is promoted to Death Professor. AND MALORN STILL HAS TO JUST STAND THERE!

Though, that also calls into question whether or not he actively wanted the role of Acting Professor or not. Sure, he's great at it, and yeah, he makes the most with what he can. But is he Acting Professor because he genuinely wanted to take up that mantle, or is he Acting Professor because he was the best of the Death students at the time? (I mean, I imagine it's because he wanted to, but we technically don't know for certain.)

Last but not least, no one likes the Death School kids. Both in old and new lore, some of the kids express how creepy the Death School is to them. They think the Death students are weird and freaky. The kids are ostracized by the rest of the Ravenwood student body simply because necromancy gives them the heebie-jeebies. So for Malorn to be stuck in Ravenwood, all day every day, surrounded by people who other him and look down on him not only because he's a necromancer, but because (I imagine) some of the kids would see his title of Acting Professor as him "sucking up to Ambros" or "thinking he's as great as Malistaire was" or "looking down on other regular students" or any other number of uncharitable assumptions. It would be hard for anyone to handle that kind of treatment for an extended period of time, including Malorn.

Malorn probably feels an immense amount of pressure from everyone's expectations of him as a Death student, an honor student, and as Acting Professor. Even though there's nothing for him to do most of the time, he still has to do it perfectly. He can't afford to fail his classmates. His friends. He's now in charge of their education, so if they fall behind, he'll be the one to blame. He has to show Ambros that Death is still worth studying, even if Malistaire might be gone. He can't make the Death School seem weak in the eyes of the other students by slacking off or being inhospitable. So he keeps a smile on his face as he stands by himself, forced to play Professor without ever getting the recognition or power of one, all while still being a student actively in school, unable to grow and get stronger with his peers due to being secluded and forbidden to leave.

"Acting Professor Ashthorn" isn't even a Professor. He's just a lonely school boy, trying to do his best, yet always coming up short.

It's sad.

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

would it be possible for meng yao to revert to seeing him as a bird once he goes over to the jin? like he has to earn the right again?

Ohohoho, this one's chewy. I can work with this.

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The last time they had crossed paths in months was at the victory banquet, where he'd first been legitimized by his father. Though Sang-er had chosen some place to eat and observe from where he would be unseen, rather than be seated among the members of his sect, the newly-named Jin Guangyao could sense his presence in the great hall, as he assumed any other chosen potentials in the audience could.

When he had stepped into the bed chamber of the Undying Sun to make sure he died, he had been unsure whether he would find a boy fighting him or a bird, given how acrimonious his ultimately fake defection had been. Knowing that Sang-er had been able to sense his intentions... well, it was reassuring, in a way.

Though it ended up doing little to soothe his growing unease at the covetous looks and nasty little snide comments his father was throwing the Nie sect's way.

Back when he had been the man's aide, Nie Mingjue had warned more than once that Jin Guangshan considered Sang-er to be a trinket far too valuable for the likes of the Nie sect. Though he was happy to flaunt his alleged prowess with ladies of all stations, it was clear the fact that Sang-er had always seen him (and, indeed, most of the Jin sect at large) to be lacking had always been a metaphorical burr in his boot.

And, not long after Jin Guangyao moves into his new quarters far closer to the servants' dorms than is proper, his father finds out that he is one of Sang-er's chosen.

The next time he travels to Qinghe, it is with bruises hidden under clothing and make up, trembling hands, and their last argument ringing in his head.

He does not want to do what his father demands.

While his and Nie Mingjue's relationship is not... good, Sang-er's intervention via giving a full account of Wen Ruohan's death has kept it from becoming as rotted as it could have been. He doesn't like the man as much as he once did, but he certainly doesn't hate him enough to participate in murder.

And his relationship with Sang-er himself...

He hasn't been called upon since the end of the war, but that's fine. They have been keeping in touch. They've been close. It's... they're...

Jin Guangyao conducts his greetings to Nie-zongzhu smoothly and they discuss business between the sects and he doesn't tip the man off in the slightest to his inner distress. When he excuses himself to go visit the aviary before dinner, Nie-zongzhu waves him off with relatively good cheer.

And then, when he opens the door and steps inside the aviary, he almost doesn't manage to close it behind him in time to hide his stricken expression as he drops to his knees at the sight of a great green and gold and silver bird staring him down.

"No..." is all that escapes his mouth as it squints at him and then shakes itself before approaching him on long legs. "I haven't- I didn't-"

His stomach twisting in a knot and bile threatening to rise up in his throat, he closes his eyes shut to keep from looking at the sharp beak and talons.

Sang-er knows. He knows, he knows, he knows, and this time he will surely act before the betrayal instead of after. He's wasted the forgiveness he was given and now he-

But instead of a stab to his chest, Jin Guangyao feels that long needle beak sweep through his hair in an almost comforting gesture, and hesitantly raises his head to find those bright green eyes staring down at him again.

There is no expression on Sang-er's face, but he has a guess what he's being told.

"Please," he whispers roughly, reaching up, and Sang-er lets him draw down his head to press his cheek against his feathered crown. "I don't know how yet, but I'll figure out a way to sort this. But I can't- I don't think I can do it by myself. Please help me."

Sang-er does not turn back into a boy, but the bird gives a low trill and nuzzles him back, and in that, Jin Guangyao can read 'I will.'

[ennoshitas-princess]

Good day! I would like to order a cupcake, a strawberry shortcake with caramel and a juice, please, for Daichi and Kuroo 😊

Handcuffed Heart to the Two

Coming right up!!

Daichi Sawamura x Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

Love triangle, Valentine's Day, fluff, work au

The job: police officers, you are the only woman working in that department

Synopsis: you, Kuroo, and Sawamura are on break after a long persecution

Word Count: 563

You sat down on the soft couch in the lounge of the police department, exhausted from the long persecution that happened just some minutes ago, ready to end the day.You only forgot that today had something special lingering in the air.

“Ugh! I can't wait for this shift to be over.” You pouted at them, cheeks puffed out.

Daichi and Kuroo gazed at you in adoration, not able to resist how cute you get when your blood boils. How could they not giggle at your antics?

“Now, now Chibi-chan, we have another ten minutes to work, so you must behave and at least try to survive.”

Kuroo poured himself a cup of coffee, the pink mug warm to the touch.

Your face turned into that mug just by the nickname. Why, oh why did this happen to you?

“L/n-san, Kuroo is right. What about if I massage your back?” Daichi held his arms to his head.

“Meanwhile I pour you a nice cup of joy.”

Kuroo grabbed another mug from the cabinet, this time intentionally grabbing one with a red heart.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment. You thought about how this happened.

You were a police officer. The only female in your station. Every cop in it turned their eyes towards you when you came in the first time. From time to time, you would have love notes on your desk. You didn't like any of them. Well, only two stole that little heart of yours.

“Look, Chibi-chan. I wanted to tell you something for sometime now, and I think I am ready to spill it all out.”

Kuroo walked towards you, holding a soft, brown plush in hand.Your face scrunched up in confusion. What is he doing? A confession?

“No, Kuroo-san. I will say what I have to say first!”

The two stared into each other's eyes playful, earning a small giggle to come out of your lips.

“No, no, no. I will do it. I am in love with both of you.” You tackle them.

“Huh?” Both of them stare like little kids being told how babies are made.Yeah, you said it before they said anything.

“You know what, let's just clock out please.” You beg to them.

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You entered your apartment you guys shared since you began working, throwing your shoes off to the side without a care in the world.

“So, Kuroo-san, if you are okay with a relationship with each other, it will be fine with me.” Daichi placed the keys on the dish.

“Yes, I am okay with it, Daichi.”

Kuroo grabbed a pillow, and threw it at your face. You screamed in pure cuteness and giggled.

“Kuroo, no.”

“Come on, Chibi-chan, don't be so stormy.” He smirked.

“How about if I cuddle you?” Daichi came around and sat down to the left of yours.

You snuggle into his chest, smelling the sandalwood cologne that remained on him. You couldn't believe you could have both at the same time. Obviously, you won't put it out in public, but keep it to yourselves.

“Daichi, Tetsuro, do you guys mind making dinner?” You put puppy eyes.

“How about take out?” Kuroo suggested, holding his phone ready.

“Yes!” You wrapped your arms around his muscular waist.

“Happy Valentine's Day, y/n-chan!” Both of them screamed.

No wonder today felt ever so special.

I am so sorry if this wasn't what you looked for. I am kinda still new to writing and I at least tried 🥺🥺🥺

Hopefully you can forgive that.

Thank you for coming! Have a beautiful day!!

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[sissylittlefeather]

Anybody else love Tulsa McLean?

Home Sweet Oklahoma

A/N: This is a one-shot featuring one of my favorite Elvis movie characters from his 1960 movie GI Blues. I loooooove Tulsa and GI Blues for lots of reasons, but one of them is because I was born and raised in Oklahoma. I just couldn't help myself 😂. (Also please forgive any inaccuracies in my German, the geography, the time period, the military, etc. I did my best here.)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, and I think that's about it. It's pretty fluffy.

Word count: 6.3kish (I know it's long, but the backstory is important and it's a slow burn...)

When your father was transferred to Germany in 1956, the last thing you wanted to do was leave the states. You were just about to graduate from high school, so you argued and begged to be left behind. Of course, without a wedding ring on your finger, your father wasn't letting you live anywhere but where he was.

You never dreamed you'd love it here so much. Now, you've been here for four years and you've built a pretty good life. Still, sometimes you missed being back home. Not that you'd ever really had a place to call "home". Being a military brat wasn't easy and you'd never lived anywhere longer than 4 years at a time. Most places you only stayed 2, except for the stint in Colorado where your younger brother was born and the stint in Oklahoma where the twins were born. The time in Oklahoma was particularly memorable for you. You started 5th grade there and stayed until the summer before 9th grade. You were actually there long enough to make some good friends and experience your first dabbling in love. It was nothing serious, of course, but you'd never forget how he kissed you behind the swings at the park near your house. When you moved to North Carolina that summer, you were devastated.

Still, that was a long time ago, and living in Germany had changed you. You were a grown woman now, complete with a job singing in a night club. Your dad didn't love it, but being 22, you were more free to do as you pleased. And you typically did exactly that.

******

Tulsa, Cookie, and Rick were at the train station preparing for their transfer to Frankfurt. When they met the soldiers who just came from there, the first thing they wanted to know about was the girls. Where were the prettiest ones and what were they like? Rick was only concerned about one girl, Marla, who he had met and fallen in love with a year ago. Tulsa was ready to meet new ones and Cookie was along with him for the ride.

"There's only one dame to avoid." Turk warned.

"Avoid? That sounds like a challenge to me." Tulsa joked, his crooked smirk splayed across his face. He was the perfect combination of sexy and cute and he knew it. Girls didn't typically say no to him.

"You say that, but this dame is just mean. She's prettier than sin, but no man can get close to her. I'm telling you, don't waste your time."

"Well, now I'm really intrigued. Where do I find her?" Turk rolled his eyes at Tulsa's cockiness.

"She sings at the Cafe Amerikanisch."

"Amerikanisch? Is she--"

"American? Yes." Tulsa's eyes lit up. Picking up frauleins in a GI uniform was easy. A girl from back home would present a challenge worthy of his effort.

"Well, we'll see if I can't melt this ice queen." He looked at Cookie and wiggled his eyebrows. Turk scoffed. There was a whistle and everyone moved to board the train. As they walked away, Turk called out to Tulsa.

"Good luck! Her name is y/n!"

******

The Cafe Amerikanisch is owned by an American expat and is intended to serve as a haven for homesick soldiers and other Americans living and working in Germany. As an American singer, and a pretty good looking one at that, you are a perfect act for this particular club.

Tonight is a pretty normal Saturday for you as you sit in your dressing room waiting for it to be time for you to go on stage. Your shiny red dress is form-fitting with a dangerously high slit, but your legs are your best feature, so it doesn't bother you much. There's a knock on your door and someone lets you know you've got two minutes. You slip on your black heels and long black gloves and stand up, adjusting your hair in the mirror. The last thing you do is blow yourself a red-lipstick kiss for good luck and then make your way to the stage.

The band begins and you do your normal set, singing and flirting with the audience. You've just started your last song, a jazzy version of Dream a Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald, when you notice a group of American GIs come in and stand in the corner watching you. It's too dark for you to really see them, but your stomach drops and you have to actively stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Great, now you'll have to deal with them tonight.

You've learned from experience that the soldiers usually come in with one thing on their mind. For some reason, you seem to represent some kind of prize for them to win. You gave in once early in your career and fell in love head over heels just for him to disappear several months later. Since then, you've avoided these men like the plague and turned down, quite aggressively, every advance from one of them. It sounds arrogant to assume they're there for you, but it just always seems to be true. You don't intend on calling their bluff tonight or ever, really.

Seeing them standing in the corner sends up your defenses and you start to come up with reasons to go directly home after you finish singing. Finally, your set is done and you bow, smiling to the crowd, waving and blowing kisses. You head off the stage to your dressing room to change and get out of here. You're a little annoyed because you were hoping to stay and have a few drinks with some of the other girls in the show, but now you'll have to run home. Once you're back in your navy blue and white dress, you grab your coat and purse and make an attempt to leave. Several of the other girls stop you before you can get to the door, though, and you chat with them for a bit.

"Please get a drink with us, y/n!"

"No, I really need to go. I'm so tired."

"Just one? You always run out of here so quick."

"Alright, one drink. And then I have to go."

You let them lead you to a table, keeping your eyes on the group of GIs, waiting for them to try to approach you. You accidentally make eye contact with one of them and a bolt of recognition hits you. Why does he seem so familiar? No matter. You can ignore him, and his sweet blue eyes and perfect hair, the same way you've ignored all the others.

They stay put where they are, watching you, until after you get your drink. You're starting to think that maybe they'll leave you alone when you notice them making their way towards you. You down your drink in three gulps and say a quick goodbye to the girls. You stand up and almost run smack into the one with the blue eyes.

Between the alcohol and standing up so fast, you're a little dizzy and almost running into him knocks you off balance. He catches you with both hands on your upper arms before you fall.

"Whoa, honey, where are you headed so fast?" There's something about his accent that causes you to freeze. Who is he?

"Wait. Y/n?!" Your eyes scan up to his face and you try to place him. He's so familiar and he obviously knows you too.

"It's Tulsa! Tulsa McLean!" He steps back from you and gestures to himself.

Your heart stops.

"Oh my god. Tulsa..." Your hand goes to your mouth and you look up into his eyes.

You haven't seen him since you moved from Oklahoma 8 years ago. Your brain flashes back to holding his hand, going to the movies and getting hamburgers, and most of all, that kiss behind the swing set. You wrote letters back and forth for a while, but you lost contact once you both really got into high school. Now he's here, in front of you again.

"What are you doing here?" You ask. He points to his uniform.

"Isn't it obvious? What are you doing here?"

"My father..."

"He's here? I don't remember him liking me very much." He chuckles and looks around the club like your father might be right around the corner. You notice that the other soldiers are elbowing each other and laughing, like Tulsa has a real chance here and they're impressed. That makes your blood boil and you turn back to Tulsa coldly.

"Well, it's good to see you, but I really need to head home." He blinks, surprised by the change in your tone.

"Now wait a minute, can we go somewhere to talk?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's late. Goodnight." You turn and walk away. There's a pang in your heart as you do. You've missed him, a lot, but he's a soldier now. There's no way you can trust him. You swallow the lump in your throat as you walk out the door towards your house.

******

"Tulsa! We thought you were in for sure!" He and his group of friends make their way to a table to order some drinks.

"How do you know her?" He looks down at his beer when it comes, thinking about the time you spent together all those years ago. He hasn't stopped thinking about you in all that time.

"We went to school together for a while when we were kids." He's gotten unusually quiet and the guys look at each other in surprise.

"Isn't that a good thing? It'll make it easier, right?"

"Guys, I'm not doing this anymore."

"Aw, Tulsa, come on. You're our entertainment! You gotta prove to Turk that you can do it!"

"No, I'm done. I'm going to head back to the barracks. I'll see y'all later." He stands up and makes his way to the door. On his way out, he stops at the table of girls you had been sitting with.

"Hey, ladies. Do any of y'all know where I could find y/n?" The girls look at each other, hesitant to share your location with a soldier. Still, you live with your parents, so they figure your father will keep you safe if anything really bad happens. The girl that you're closest with, Maryann, tells him your address.

"Thank you. Truly." He flashes them a winning smile and heads for the door.

Cookie sees him walk out and turns back to the guys.

"Hey, fellas. I don't think this is over." They laugh and cheer. Your friends notice this and make a note to tell you later.

******

You're sitting in your room, brushing your hair and looking in the mirror, trying not to think about Tulsa. You've already gotten ready for bed, so you have on pajamas and your robe. It's really late and the rest of the house is asleep. The only lights on are in your small apartment over the garage. You live with your parents, but the house is large and you've got your own area with a bathroom and sitting room. Your father let you move over here when you started working at the club. This was the closest he would let you get to living on your own. Just as you put the brush down and go to get in your bed, you hear something hit your window. What on earth was that?

You ignore the sound and continue getting in bed. When you hear it again, though, you start to get nervous. You walk cautiously to the window and peek through your curtains at the street down below.

What the hell??

Tulsa is down there, throwing tiny rocks from the garden at your window.

How did he find you?!

When he sees you in the window, he waves like the 10-year-old he was when you met him. You open the window and call down as quietly as possible.

"Tulsa! What are you doing here?!"

"I need to talk to you!" He hollers.

"Shhhh! You're going to wake up my father. I'm coming down there." You look in the mirror quickly on your way down. Your pajamas will have to do, since you don't want to take the time to get dressed. And your hair is down around your shoulders, unfixed. But it's just Tulsa. He saw you in junior high; this can't be worse than that.

You tiptoe down the stairs and open the front door as quietly as possible. You pull your robe tighter around yourself and step out into the chilly night air, dragging the door closed softly behind you.

"What? Talk fast. I'm freezing."

"Maybe we should go inside?"

"Nice try, soldier. I'll be okay. Just talk."

"Well, I hadn't really thought of what I was going to say. I just needed to see you again." He smiles sheepishly.

"Tulsa. Why?"

"I'm not entirely sure." You scoff and start to go back inside. He grabs your arm lightly to stop you and his touch sends shockwaves through your body.

"No! Wait! I just... I haven't ever stopped thinking about you..."

"That was a long time ago, Tuls..."

"Have dinner with me." You shake your head no. "Please, Birdie..." Your eyes snap up to his. He called you by the nickname he made up for you back then, when you used to sing while he played the guitar. You can hear his junior high voice, "You're just like a little songbird. My very own Birdie."

"Just dinner?" You can feel yourself melting a bit and it bothers you.

"Yes. I promise."

"Pick me up tomorrow at 8." He nods excitedly and you turn to go back inside. You really hope you don't regret this.

******

Tulsa watches you walk back up to the house. He's still a little in shock that you said yes. He also can't believe what a beautiful woman you've become. He knew you were cute, but this is something entirely different. As he turns to go back to the barracks, his mind wanders to the way you looked in your red dress. It hugged every curve perfectly and your leg was peeking out through the slit. He longed to see both of your legs without the skirt in the way. And then you came downstairs in your pajamas and were somehow even more beautiful with your hair falling down around your shoulders. He imagines taking your robe off and running his hands up and under your silky pajamas. When he realizes how aroused he is, he decides to get a cab so he can sit down and not be wandering the streets of Frankfurt with a blatantly obvious erection.

Back at the barracks, he's the first one home for the night. He figures the other guys are still out at the club. His mind wanders back to you in the red dress and what it might look like on the floor of this room. Before he knows it, he's turned on again and he decides to do something pretty risky. He pulls his army-issue blanket over his lap and frees his painfully hard dick from his pants. As he touches himself, he imagines what your small, soft hands might feel like on him. The possibility drives him insane as he begins to stroke himself faster and faster. Then, he thinks of your beautiful red lips wrapped around him and he moans softly. He knows he probably doesn't have much time before the other guys come home, so he continues to move his hand up and down, moving his foreskin back and forth, the friction making his hips buck into his hand. His mind stays focused on you and your curves as he imagines holding your hips and pounding into you, first from behind and then with you on top so he can watch your breasts as they bounce with his motions. The image is almost overwhelming and he feels his release building. Finally, when he pictures the face you make when he gives you an orgasm, he comes hard, moaning your name with a string of cuss words.

His blanket is ruined, so he uses it to clean himself up quickly and then tosses it in his laundry. He's breathing heavily, a little embarrassed at having just gotten himself off to the thought of you, when he hears the guys coming down the hallway. He tries to slow his heart rate and gets ready for bed, laying down just as the door opens.

"Hey Tulsa! You missed a helluva night! You shoulda seen this girl Cookie was talking to!" He rolls over pretends like they woke him up.

"How'd it go with your girl?" They all look at him expectantly.

"Oh, well, uh, we're having dinner tomorrow night." They whoop and holler, the amount of beer they had becoming obvious.

"We knew you'd get her! Nothing like a connection from the past to get a girl to go weak in the knees for ya!" Tulsa frowns.

"It's not like that, fellas." He tries not to think about what he just pictured you doing. "We're old friends. That's all. Now let me go back to sleep." He rolls back over as they continue talking and laughing. He tries to go to sleep, but he can't stop imagining you curled up next to him in your silk pajamas.

******

You're standing in front of your house in your favorite pink dress when Tulsa pulls up in a cab. You forgot that he wouldn't have a car, since he's a soldier. He hops out and opens the door for you, but you shake your head.

"We'll take my car." He pays the cab driver and follows you to your BMW convertible. His mouth pops open when he realizes it's yours.

"Nightclub business must be good." He jokes. You remember how much he loves cars and toss him the keys.

"I don't really feel like driving tonight." His eyes light up and you can't stop yourself from smiling. He really is an attractive man. This might be harder than you thought.

You guide him to a restaurant, where he parks and runs to your side of the car to open the door for you. He still has his southern manners. Once you get to the table, you both relax a bit and it feels more like the two of you used to be, talking and laughing easily.

"And how's your mama? She was always so sweet to me." You ask, taking a bite of your food.

"That's because she loved you! Always said you were too good for me. She was probably right." He looks at you shyly. "But, she's good! She and Daddy still live in the same house. I haven't seen them in almost 2 years." He gets a little somber and you can tell he must be homesick.

"Are you almost finished with your tour?"

"I've got three months here in Frankfurt and then I'm free. I can't wait to get back to the states." You look down at your plate. He's going to disappear in three months. Don't get attached.

"What about you? Will you be headed stateside any time soon?"

"No, my father is about to retire, but he wants to stay here. And even if he left, I'd probably try to stay. I like it here and I don't really have a home in the US. Not like you do."

"You could always come back to Oklahoma." He cuts himself off before he says "with me." You look up at him, noticing that it seems like he wants to say something else, but he doesn't. Instead, he changes the subject to talk about your singing career. He tells you he has formed a group with some of the guys and has been performing whenever they get a chance. He also tells you about how they want to open a nightclub when they get home.

"See, you could come sing in our club! Be our main act!" You know he's joking, but there's an edge of seriousness to him that makes you wonder.

You continue to talk and laugh through the rest of dinner and it feels good to be with him, like he brings out a part of you that you forgot exists. A happy, hopeful, youthful part of you that's been buried since you had your heart broken.

You sit together at dinner for a long time after you finish eating and even when you can't sit there any longer, you're still not ready to be away from him. He suggests a drink somewhere and you agree with a swiftness that you fear gives you away.

You like him. A lot.

He's still the sweet, funny boy you loved so long ago, just in the body of this charming and devilishly handsome man.

You decide to take him back to the Amerikanisch for drinks. It's familiar and you know everyone that works there. You sit at your table together and continue your conversation from before. At one point, he says something really funny and you put your hand on his on the table. He stops laughing and looks at you longingly. You let him take your hand and hold it, running his thumb over your knuckles softly. Your heart beats faster and you start to wish that you were somewhere other than a crowded club so he could kiss you if he wanted to. And something tells you that he wants to. The spell is broken, though, when his friends come in and see you together. He gets up to take them to a different table.

"I'll be right back, Birdie." He uses your nickname again and you wish it didn't make you melt all over again.

As soon as he's gone, Maryann joins you at your table.

"You need to watch out for that one."

"For Tulsa? No, I've known him for a long time. He's not that kind of guy."

"Yeah, well, his buddies sure think he is." She tells you about what she and the other girls noticed last night.

"Just be careful, okay? I'd hate to see you become some kind of trophy for him." You nod and look over at him at the table with the other soldiers. You can't let yourself forget he's one of them.

******

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We had a feeling you'd be here with y/n and we wanted to come check on your progress. And even if you weren't, Cookie wanted to come see his waitress."

"Check my progress? I told y'all that's not what this is. You're about to ruin the whole thing." Tulsa raises his voice slightly to let them know he's serious. Cookie's waitress comes by and he disappears to follow her to the bar. The rest of the guys agree to back off, so Tulsa makes his way back over to you. There's another girl sitting with you, though, and he recognizes her as the one who gave him your address.

"Thanks again for helping me find her...?"

"Maryann. Nice to meet you. I've been hearing a lot about you in the last ten minutes." She stands up and lets him sit back down. As she walks away, she gestures to you that she's watching.

"What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing really. She just worries about me since..." You trail off, not really wanting to talk about why.

"Since what?"

"Since Mike." Tulsa looks uncomfortable and brings his eyebrows together in a frown.

"Who is Mike?" You don't want to, but you feel safe with Tulsa, so you tell him the whole story. How you let him take you out, let him convince you to fall in love with him, let him make you believe he wanted to marry you, let him have you. When you get to the last part, Tulsa looks away from you, obviously affected. The thought of you with another man makes him sick to his stomach. The thought of that man hurting you fills him with rage. He suddenly wishes Mike was around, so he could punch him in the face and then take you in his arms and protect you.

"That's why you don't trust soldiers." You nod, not wanting to let the tears that have gathered in your eyes find a way to fall. He's dying to put his arm around you and comfort you. He wants to wipe the tears from your eyes and make sure you never cry again. But you're still in the middle of a crowded club.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asks, trying to sound as genuine as possible. You look over to his table of friends hesitantly. He looks down at his hands, frustrated by the fact that they've made you nervous. He'd give anything not to be wearing this stupid uniform right now.

"Yes." He looks up at you, pleasantly surprised. You decide to trust him, despite everything. He stands up and puts his hand out for you to take, so you grab your coat and wrap your fingers through his. At your touch, his heart skips a beat. This might be more than just rekindling a friendship.

******

When you get outside the club, the cold wind hits you and you shiver. Tulsa puts his arm around you, and you let him, warmth spreading through you.

The only place you can think of to go is back to your house. You recognize that this might send the wrong message, but you're not exactly sure that is the wrong message at this point.

Once you're in the car, Tulsa asks where you want to go.

"Home."

"Oh. Okay." He thinks you mean without him. You scoot close to him in the front seat and put your head on his shoulder.

"I want you to come with me." He tries to hide his excitement and fails, but instead of being annoyed, you think it's really cute. He puts the car in drive and you make your way back to your house.

Thankfully, the house is dark when you get there. You weren't looking forward to explaining to your father why Tulsa was coming upstairs with you. Instead, you both take off your shoes and walk as quietly as possible until you reach the safety of your apartment.

As soon as you close your bedroom door, you both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. You're grown adults sneaking around like teenagers. He sets his hat down on your dresser while you take your coat off. You stand there for a while, staring at each other in silence. Then, slowly, carefully, he reaches out and puts his hand on your cheek, brushing it softly with his thumb. You close your eyes and lean into his palm. Your heart is beating so fast and your eyes flutter open to meet his blue ones. They're soft and calm, like the ocean on a still day. As he leans in, your fingers begin to tingle. When his soft lips finally meet yours, a tidal wave of desire washes over you and you're filled with a need for him to touch every inch of you. The same wave seems to hit him as well because he moves his hands from your face to your waist, pulling your hips in close to him as you throw your arms around his neck. Your lips part and he slides his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. You feel your body heat up as he presses against you, kissing you passionately.

After a few minutes of being locked together like this, he pulls back from your lips and looks into your eyes again.

"Is this really what you want, Birdie? I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you into anything." You think for a second. If this continues, you know you won't be able to stop yourself from falling for him. But do you want to stop? Tulsa isn't like the others. He knows you. And even if he is leaving in a few months, you've found each other once before. Who's to say you won't do it again? You're ready to stop being scared. And three months with him sounds better than a lifetime with Mike.

"Yes, this is what I want. You are what I want, Tulsa." He dives back into the kiss and never looks back. You walk backwards towards your bed, pulling his tie off and starting to unbutton his shirt. He finishes your work and drops it on the floor, his lips never moving from yours. His hands move to the back of your dress, finding the zipper and carefully pulling it down to the small of your back. As he runs his hands back up to your shoulders, his fingers graze the skin that was under your dress and the electricity is palpable. You wiggle your shoulders as he slides the top half of your dress off. He kisses down your neck to your shoulder and each place he presses his lips burns with a newfound heat. You push your dress down over your hips and let it fall to the floor with his shirt. He slides the tips of his fingers under your slip and pushes it down too. Then, he pulls back and looks at you standing there in your garter belt, hose, bra, and panties.

"Wow." You blush a little with his burning gaze moving up and down your body and move to cover yourself with your hands.

"You don't have to hide from me, baby." He gently moves your hands away from you and you start to feel more comfortable. His presence is comforting, even as you stand there nearly naked. You take a moment to look down his body, running your hands from his shoulders down to the waistline of his pants. That's when you notice that his dick is hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants dramatically. You look up into his eyes and he looks away and clears his throat like he's embarrassed. You put one hand on his cheek and softly move his face back to making eye contact with you. Then you take your other hand and touch him over his pants, rubbing up and down his dick carefully.

"Mmm." His eyes close and his hips buck forward into your hand. He is desperate for your touch, just as you are for his. He moves his hands up and down your sides and then finds the back of your garter belt with his fingers. He undoes the hooks and then sits you down on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down in front of you, he slowly unclips your hose and drops the belt to the floor. Then, he gently rolls your hose down each of your legs, lifting each ankle to his lips and pressing a kiss there. He kisses each of your knees and then pushes them apart to kiss the inside of each thigh. As he gets closer and closer to your center, you feel your arousal begin to gather in your panties. He stops before he gets there, though, and stands up. You lean forward and unbutton his pants.

"Wait, honey." He puts his hands on yours and stands there looking down at you, breathing heavily. He wants to savor this moment with you. He's been with women before, but something about this feels like another kind of first time. It's a little overwhelming and he wants to make sure it doesn't move too quickly. He looks at you sitting there in just your bra and panties. You might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Even his imagination didn't do you justice. Is this what it feels like to be in love?

"Should I... should I put on pajamas or something?" You look around the room, assuming something about you must have turned him off, despite his continuing erection. He sits next to you on the bed.

"Oh, no, honey--"

"You don't like me?" You look at him with tears in your eyes. You didn't realize it mattered to you so much, but now you know. You so desperately want him to want you, to like you, to love you the way you've realized you've always loved him.

"Don't like you?! Baby, I-I... well... to hell with it... I love you." Your eyes snap up to meet his.

"Y-you do?"

"Aw, hell. Yes, y/n I do. I always have." He searches your face for some kind of reassurance that he's not alone in this.

"I love you too..." you whisper it, but it's enough for him. He puts his hands on your face and pulls you into a deep kiss. He lays you back on the bed, running his hand down your body. He kisses down your neck, whispering "I love you" in between each kiss. His hand makes its way to your center and he moves your panties to the side, sliding his finger up your slit to the place that makes your back arch and a moan escape your lips. He smiles at how easily you come undone in his hands. After a few second of this, he slips one finger into you and then two. The feeling of some part of him inside you is enough to drive you to the edge. He sits up on his knees and slides your panties down and off. Then he climbs in between your legs and pushes his fingers back into you, moving them in and out rhythmically. You're overcome by the sensation of his hands on you and the intense emotions that are running through you. He loves you. But more importantly, you love him. Everything physical that's happening is just an expression of that and you never want it to end. Just as you think you're going to lose control, he lowers his mouth onto you and adds his tongue to the movements he's already making. You gasp and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to build up and crash over you like waves on a beach, over and over again out to the edges of your body and back again.

"Oh, yes, Tulsa!" You cry out as you shudder and pulse around his fingers. He sits up on his knees and finally lets you undo his pants, kicking them and his underwear off quickly. He unhooks your bra and literally throws it to the side. Now, it's like he can't move fast enough. He needs to be inside you as soon as possible. You help him with this task, lining him up with your entrance before he pushes into you hard and deep.

"Oh shit." He moans. "You feel so good, Birdie." When he uses your nickname again you whimper and kiss his neck. He begins to pump in and out of you and both of you begin to sweat. You feel him inside you, hitting all of your most sensitive places. The rhythm he keeps is not too fast or too slow, his hips pressing into yours and driving him deeper inside you. You can't believe how good he feels like this. But you want to repay him for the pleasure he gave you at the start, so you push him off of you and lay him on his back next to you. He follows directions easily, waiting patiently for you to straddle him and lower yourself onto him. Groaning with the change in sensation of having you on top of him, he reaches up and cups both of your breasts while you bounce. The picture that you make, sitting there on top of him, drives him absolutely crazy.

"God, you're beautiful." He moves his hands to your hips and starts to thrust into you deeply. You roll your hips to meet his over and over, your hands on his chest. His eyes roll back and close as his mouth is opened partially. The look of pleasure that he has makes you want to keep doing this forever. His arousal fuels your own as you continue to grind against him.

"Yes, don't stop!" You moan again as another orgasm builds inside you, starting in your abdomen and spreading through your legs.

"I'm gonna come, baby." He opens his eyes and tries to watch the expression on your face, but he's overwhelmed by his own ecstatic pleasure as you reach your climax together. You feel his warmth inside you and know it's risky, but you don't care. In that moment, the only thing that matters is you and him together, bodies intertwined and breathing heavily, your skin pressed against his. You lay on his chest and he wraps his arms around you and kisses your hair.

"Birdie, that was..."

"...everything." You look up at him from your position on his chest. You've never felt anything like this before, emotionally or physically. You gently run your fingertip down the line of his nose and he grabs your fingers and kisses them. The intimacy between you goes beyond the simplicity of sex. You belong to each other.

Eventually, you get up to go to the bathroom, thinking about everything that just happened. It seems like fate that you would run into each other again. And after what just happened, you don't ever want to let him go.

When you get back to the bedroom, he gestures for you to come lay beside him. He's under the covers now; it looks like he doesn't want to go anywhere either. It's fine by you that he stays. You wish he could stay forever. That's when you remember that he's leaving in 3 months.

"Tulsa, what are we gonna do?"

"About what, honey?"

"You're only here for a little while." You crawl into the bed and snuggle up against him. He's not worried about anything, though. In his mind, he's going to buy a ring tomorrow.

"Come back to Oklahoma with me." He says it matter-of-factly. You think about what that would mean, leaving your job and your friends and your family behind. But you've moved so many times before. And this time, you wouldn't be moving away from somewhere, you'd be moving towards a home with him.

"Okay. I'll go home with you. I'm not sure how my father will feel about me moving without--"

"--a ring on your finger? Let me worry about that part." He makes his crooked smirk-smile and you kiss his cheek.

"I trust you..."

******

The End

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I wasn't sure if anyone would want to be tagged, since this is technically not an Elvis fic...

[tzigone]

Headcanon reboot - super tech for the masses

So one of the aspects of my headcanon reboot is that it kinds ends - people age and retire, we don't have to keep villains in play (the reformed ones stay reformed) and so on. And one thing I started playing with is that this world doesn't have to stay like our world. I completely understand why it does in the comics, and I do think it a good business decision, but this is just for fun, not money, so I can make characters do logical things.

So, when someone invents a potentially world-changing and fortune-making technology, it can actually be mass-produced, used by ordinary people, and change the world. Instead of being confined to heroes and villains with no proper reason given (because it would make the world our heroes operate in unrecognizable and be a barrier to entry for new readers).

Please do forgive me if I've misremembered the details on how these techs work. Or if they've been given multiple explanations, chime in with others.

Chronologically, the first one I have on my list is Ray Palmer/The Atom's tech (shrinking things or people and with the ability to alter mass while in shrunken state). This would be circa 2001. Originally he was thinking about how, with everything shrunk, farmers could grow more and freight trains transport more. But the tech only worked on him, so he wasn't ready to publish. But later, he did manage to get it work on others...and still never published or put it out in the world. At least, he unshrunk the Hawks. It's been a long time since I read it. Hope I'm not misremembering the details and that wasn't another "it only works this one time" sort of thing.

In this universe, he will. He's still a graduate student, so I guess we know what his thesis is. I'm undecided on whether to make the lens still made from white dwarf star (which makes no sense) or make it regular lens inspired by the idea of a white dwarf star (which also makes no sense, but lends itself to the mass use he was thinking about, since material for the lens would be available). A lens (that he crafted himself, so the precision shouldn't be an issue), a control panel, and an ultraviolet light - doesn't like it should be too expensive to manufacture (though end-user price may still be very high at first depending on supply and demand). I was modeling IP treatment after Yale's for compensation, but I don't really know how universities deal with tech patents like that - sell or license the patent and would licenses be exclusive? Anyway, he'll have a hell of thesis. But the rest of the comments on him are only relevant if the tech goes mainstream. Then he started traveling through phone lines. That has even more massive implications for goods transport (I haven't really put any thought into the agriculture, I admit - just transport). But it's not going to happen overnight. I would expect massive regulatory hurdles. Safety tests (both on goods shrunk and people). And if they use phone travel, there's other safety issues to be addressed. Do they use the same phone network? What about infrastructure improvement? Obviously some countries will move more quickly than others and some will be more likely to respect the patent than others. The mid and long-term effects as the tech actually goes mainstream - takes time for factories to be built or modified but it will happen. I could still see lots of loading and unloading jobs, of course. Eventually expect your Walmart's to have their own and get things shipped to them that way. Businesses like gas stations may still be getting last mile delivery of chips, but the number of truckers should go down a lot, so there's unemployment in that field. Not mention trains and shipping companies and ports. Recession time? Some countries even heavily hit. Job rearrangement from things it's more profitable to outsource now that shipping is so quick and cheap. This could really impact commuting. Many people love cities for the entertainment, etc. But then you have the folks with hour and half commutes from the suburbs. It may not be affordable to the average person to own their own for a long time (so they can dial a phone, shrink, then their desk phone auto-answers and they unshrink and thus have a 30-second commute), but bus-depot like places could allow someone in Lawrence, KS to park their car (pay a parking fee), shrink and transport the location a 5-minute walk from their work in Manhattan instead of having a more expensive home closer by. I find decoupling employment location from living location interesting (and often discussed in regards to remote work), but I'm not sure how much it'd happen. More useful for long trips than short ones, of course. We have to think about security implications (especially if used internationally). Gotta check passports, go through customs, etc. Could someone send a bomb via phone line? This is pretty fantastical tech to start with, but with the ability to not decrease mass, would it still have full explosive power - I really don't know how various bombs work.

Next up is Karen Beecher/Bumblebee in 2003. I am not using her shrinking, as I think it makes to much like Wasp. But from one of the guides, it was said the antennae of her costume were solar panels and that's what allowed her to user her mechanical wings and fly. That kind of solar panel and battery would make massive, massive impacts (I'm assuming it's easy to scale up/down). And quite likely move though regulation way more quickly than Ray's tech. Solar panels and batteries already exist. Now, like so many comic heroes (and villains), she's a genius, but she's still just a teenager (and not a wealthy one) when she builds it, so it should be very affordable to produce (possibly only a couple thousand dollars retail for car-size setup once competition is in place). She was on the Teen Titans with Roy, and Ollie is all for the environment, so Queen will be the first company introduced to her tech, and the first to license it. Non-exclusive licenses all the way (which Ollie is happy with and spreading the news himself, as it suits his personality). The solar panels are great for houses and cars and factories, but the batteries should end up all over the place - cell phones, children's toys, remote controls, etc. It'll take to time to get production chains in place, but she's going to be a billionaire very quickly. Geolpolitical consequnces are again rampant - based on who produces oil, who refines oil, who has the contracts for mining the material, where production factories are, etc.

Flash has some genuisy rogues who reformed (fora while) and they come later. As this universe doesn't have to keep them in play, I'm not flip-flopping them - if they reform, they reform. So I may have Captain Cold and The Trickster in play. The Trickster has anti-grav tech. I'm not sure how much planes are still in play, but it's a thought. Might be moving furniture around. Finally have flying cars (with regulations/mechanical restrictions that people will try to get around)? Now, Cold had freeze gun. A nice safe one that has no negative consequences. Good for home protection, since it doesn't really matter if you accidentally shoot your kid. And could you just have the ambulance arrive, freeze the patient and transport them to a hospital? That would effect EMT jobs. I'm not going to have the gun do some the wackier stuff (like de-aging someone - wow what a tech to to introduce).

[alterrune]

ColorStreak Battalion, I found this letter in the mailbox from a Blackjack Agent. However, it’s not threat, and I feel as though you all should see this.

- Albert

"It was after you five, The ColorStreak Battalion, had beat me and the other Blackjack’s down that it dawned on me. What in the world was I doing?

I had a family, a home that I needed to protect. And yet, I had thrown it all away in these chaotic times. You all and I were alike, fighting for a cause we believed were right. But I had become a Blackjack Agent causing destruction, and you 5 went on to save others and earn their gratitude.

I suddenly felt ashamed. I felt a longing for home. The other Blackjack Agents stopped fighting, some are even taking accountability for their actions and surrendering, the rest want to go back to seeing their loved ones now that our tower was destroyed and the The Blackjacks are scattered, we all don’t want to fight anymore. Please take this letter, so that I can use my hands to hug my family when I see them again ... if they forgive me."

- Colin Maira (Ex-Blackjack Agent)

(We all stand in silence, completely DUMBFOUNDED. Well, I'm sitting, but...still, I'm not exactly fond of getting a letter like...well, like this.)

Jesus fucking Christ. I don't even know what to say in response to that.

Kyle? The Blackjack group was your brothers' group, right, right?

Yeah. And they've since high-tailed it back to the real world, saying that they, and I quote, "aren't risking another forceful obedience chip implant". But believe me, they'd be just as fucking shocked at this note as the rest of us would be.

Hold on a second. Did you say "Colin Maira"?

Dr. V?!

(Suddenly, Dr. V, the Toppat Clan's head doctor, shows up in the doorway.)

(I don't think I've ever gone over how she looks, have I? Well, she's not easy to miss, wearing a pink medical scrub top, blue medical scrub bottoms, and a white doctor's labcoat. She also always has a stethoscope around her neck, and a pair of black latex medical gloves on her hands. Her long blonde hair is always tied back into a ponytail with a pink scrunchie, and she wears a pair of oval-shaped glasses with black framing.)

Sorry for the surprise. I came here to tell you that I know that name.

(She puts the top hat she wears outside of work on my room's coatrack. It's white with a pink band around it, to match her labcoat.)

Colin Maira was placed in the medbay not too long ago, on the new boat the Toppats gave me. Her condition was critical, but I managed to save her.

Her parents had abandoned her when she had joined the Blackjacks, but I know where they are stationed. If you'd like, you could give me the note and I can handle it for you.

(Dr. V has a light Russian accent. She was once part of the Wall staff, but defected a few years before Henry was incarcerated there. She was one of the few that didn't participate in the Tavern raid, as she thought it was a stupid thing to do.)

Sure, Dr. V. Here you go.

(Alter hands Dr. V the note. By the way, we all call her "Dr. V" because her full last name is long and incredibly hard to pronounce. Since her last name starts with a V, everyone began calling her Dr. V, and when she found out about that nickname, she told everyone she didn't mind it because even she has trouble both pronouncing it and spelling it.)

By the way, how long do you think Kyle's going to be stuck in this wheelchair?

My best guess? Early May. Kyle's body is trying its' hardest to relearn how to walk, but it's just not having it. His legs are locking up at times, moving the wrong way other times, and involuntarily kicking things other other times. It's like his body just won't co-operate.

(We all groan. This means that AtO: The Spinjitsu Whip and Operation Cat's Claw will both be happening while I'm still in the motorized wheelchair.)

I know. I'm not exactly happy about it, either.

(Dr. V suddenly looks at me, her eyes lit up in inspiration.)

Kyle? I have a question for you. Mind if I get added to the askers? I've always wanted to get to know them ever since I saw your wallpaper that had the icons of all of them on it.

Sure, why not? The more, the merrier! And it's been a while since we had a new person to add to the list!

DR. V HAS BEEN PERMANENTLY ADDED TO THE ASK RECIPENTS LIST

Thank you, Kyle. And don't worry, our physiotherapy sessions should have you back to walking again by sometime in early May. I don't know when in May, but it'll be during the first week of the month at best, and the second week at worst.

I hope so. This wheelchair may be comfy, but I don't want to use it for the rest of my life.

Trust me, Kyle. You won't.

[jillisantoro]

My Testimony

I feel like this blog should start out with a testimony; I am new to this app so forgive how poorly formatted this is and how many grammar mistakes I make sense I'm also new to blogging.

Quick TW there is mentions of addiction and self-h@rm

Hi, I'm a 20yr old college student who is just now finding love in herself here's my story:). I have just started taking my relationship with God seriously a lot of that is due to not growing up in a religious household but also due to feeling alone and forgotten about since around age 11. I was born into a military family, so I did not have a stable childhood since I was always moving. In 2016 we got stationed in Georgia and I was definitely a weird kid, I still had friends ofc but as much as I still love those friends today, I was introduced to a lot of harmful things. I wanted to be cool, so I went along with what they did, nothing like drugs or anything but I was introduced to Kik.

For those who know about Kik I'm sure you know about the older men creeping on children, from the age of 11 to around 15-16 I was talking to older men. At some point it does become my fault as I knew it was wrong but by that time, I became addicted to the validation. The validation turned into a graphic corn addiction that I have just recently been able to rid myself of. I always felt disgusted after, like I was betraying women and betraying myself. Thats a hard thing to go through no matter what age.

I also became depressed after the move and that lead me to self-h@rm, unfortunately I have always self-h@rmed since a young age. I used to pinch myself anytime I felt sad, angry, embarrassed, or scared. Of course, my parents didn't know, as a child I saw it as normal so there was no need to tell them. However, that turned into me cvtting myself. I was so young, and I was breaking open my pencil sharpeners to get the bl@de. Again, cvtting was introduced to me by my friends. When my parents found out they thought I was doing it for attention and took me to a therapist. I was eventually diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I fought everyday with my mom, dad, and brothers till around 17. I felt suicidal at that time, depressed, alone... but I wasn't cvtting I had stopped when they saw my scars the second time because I made my mom cry. So instead of harming myself I started to lash out.

Once I was around 17, I calmed down and started mending the relationships I harmed, I love my family and though I do still lash out sometimes I have gotten WAY better. However last summer I went on a trip with my friends to Florida and I lost all my progress. My parents don't even know this, but I did end up cvtting again, I don't know what happened to cause it. I was having a great time with my friends and then BAM I was numb. We were supposed to go out to a club that night, and they did go out. I stayed back broke a razor and started hurting myself again. I did that for maybe a month until I asked myself what am I doing with my life?

I started to get TikTok's talking about God and what he has done for people, my friend and I started doing Bible studies and although we have yet to go to Church, I do feel closer to God. I know he saved me; he sent me those videos he sent my friend to me to help me. I started to pray; I started to do devotionals. I still have a long way to go, I still consider myself a lukewarm Christan but I'm working on it. I am not perfect, I've hurt myself, been suicidal, I drink, I vape, I let my anger control me, I have been addicted to corn, I am far from a perfect person, but I know God loves me and I know he will be there with me every step of the way.

Sorry if this was all over the place or too long. Please lmk how to make this blog better!

[forbelobog]

it hasn't been long since the border between the over and underworlds was lifted - no more than a month, he surmises. gepard landau wore many titles; silvermane captain, son, shield of belobog and the supreme guardian. none of those titles, however, was fool. he was not so naïve to think the people of the underworld would be quick to forgive and forget, welcome their upstairs neighbors with open arms when they had suffered for so long. he doesn't expect warm reception, nor does he feel he deserves it.

and still. the right thing to do is to offer it regardless.

so he does. silvermane captain makes it a personal obligation to visit the underworld between patrols, even stations some of his men down in the mines when he has the manpower to offer. if he doesn't, he will go himself, to clear out any lingering or fresh spawning fragmentum monstrosities that the lingering poison of the stellaron still cause. there is no need for recognition or praise for this, but it's impossible to hide his identity when he arrives. if people stare, so be it. his ignorance to the situation of the underworld of belobog didn't give him a free pass to just come and go as he pleases without some form of hesitancy from its residents. but, he hopes that, with time, they will come to feel safer in his presence. or at the very least, they will come to expect it.

a patrol in the mines went well, no injuries to his small platoon, and no new anomalies to speak of. he checks in with oleg to give his official report, the man always laughing at how straight and narrow he is. it's a force of habit. just as oleg leaves to attend other duties, gepard nearly jumps out of his skin - like a cat spooked - when a familiar, silken voice grabs his attention.

he turns on a dime, sampo's smarmy, playful grin staring back at him. why it makes goosebumps rise under his armor, he has no idea. but only then does captain settle a little, blue eyes rolling before he huffs out a puff of air that ruffles the bangs on his forehead, "don't flatter yourself," he responds, resting a hand on his hip, "the underworld is apart of belobog, and i serve all of belobog."

the way in which he says it makes his pride in the fact obvious, "i cannot change ten years of suffering in a day, but i can work for a brighter ten years. so i will do that however i can...if you must know," hands shift, arms crossed over his chest, "…dare i ask what you're up to this evening? if it's illegal don't tell me, i didn't bring my restraints."

@forbelobog || first snow in the underworld

sampo felt his heart drop into wherever caverness abyss that ate all the light found within him went. he wasn't one to ponder all of the semantics that stemmed from that feeling of hollowness, just that the emptiness persisted whenever he remembered what true emotion felt like and it showed through his fake exterior. a rare occurrence that reminded him he still lived and breathed like every other person in belobog. predominantly, it was the innate fear and unabashed excitement that spurred in him every time he crossed paths with the silvermane captain. although, the last place the criminal expected to see gepard was down here in the underworld, of all places. this was the home of the sick, the hungry, and those that had stopped dreaming were caged to die. where hope was bred and snuffed out as easily as a candle-lit flame. the captain didn't fit the picture, a splotch of white on a muddled black canvas. sampo quickly retreated back around the corner he had come out from, peering over with piqued curiosity to get another good look at gepard. he didn't look to be in any particular rush, but as always, he looked purposeful. just a moment to steel himself, he exhaled the breath he hadn't realized that he was holding in. sampo wanted to be prepared to make a break for it. yet ever so eager was he to taste the forbidden fruit that was to bask in the presence-or rather, twist and pull the tail of-the lion of the landau's. once he felt the blood pounding in his ears quiet, sampo donned a mask that sported a sly smile and laughing eyes. "i didn't realize you were so bad with directions, tough guy." sampo speaks with a playful lilt inflecting in his tone as he approaches gepard. his hands raised defensively to show that he means no harm. "your usual post is a few leagues....yknow, up there." one of the mercenary's raised hands pointed upwards, as if it wasn't obvious enough where he was referring to. "you're getting some interesting looks there buddy. and not all too flattering." his smile curls up into one of a wider grin. "what brings you all the way down here anyway? you didn't really come all the way just for lil ole' sampo now, did you?"

[ryozoro]

Hades Playlist - iv.

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an; yo, sorry if the transitions are a little sloppy; I’ll go back in and fix them when I have the chance :,)

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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I feel like we should give Tiny Kid some more attentions, so Misc 15 please

I still have some very old prompts in my inbox and I have not forgotten about them, I'm just slow and terrible lol plz forgive me for taking a billion years to get to them, I swear I haven't forgotten :U

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MK had wanted Red Son to spend more time at his apartment- to feel more comfortable and at home there... so a workbench for him seemed like a sensible thing to provide for him. Mei was more than willing to part with one and stock it with tools, so that was no trouble... and Red Son had seemed so grateful and genuinely touched at the gesture. So with all those things stacked in its favor, MK hadn't expected to grow to hate the thing as much as he found he did. Especially at that very moment!

It had been a rough day- being brushed off by Monkey King but still managing to master a new power.. only to be left feeling inadequate yet again after accidentally encountering Spider Queen and... and her... down in the sewers... that's not to mention the chewing out he got from Pigsy and Tang over being all dirty upon his return. He was seriously just feeling miserable.

So when Red Son had (finally) come over that night and had taken no notice of the sad look in MK's eyes, opting instead to bury his nose in some blueprints he left on his work table, it was almost too much to bear.

MK told himself that Red didn't mean it. He knew how emotionally colorblind the demon could be, and he was trying hard to grow past it... he was still hurt, but he didn't want to start a fight over something his boyfriend couldn't really help. So he would just have to be honest- open up and let him know what he had gone through that day and how he was feeling...

.......Or... maybe just... annoy him until he pays attention?

Yeah. That sounded better.

With a tired whine, MK draped himself over Red Son's shoulders, letting himself go limp, "Red, don't just work on your blueprints all night," he grumbled, "I missed you! Give me attention!"

"Noodle Boy, don't distract me," Red Son grumbled, shrugging MK's arms off of himself, "I've been making mental notes on this project all day; I need to get these down before I forget them."

MK let himself fall backwards, landing on his butt behind Red Son's chair with an annoyed huff. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to ignore it, to focus on something else, but there was an ache still throbbing in his chest. Was he was less important than some designs left on that stupid workbench?! It was just so hard being dismissed like this... First Monkey King, then Tang and Pigsy, now even Red Son- today they were all just making him feel so... so...

When he opened his eyes again a moment later, he thought Red Son's chair looked suddenly bigger... way WAY bigger.

OH! His new power!

MK hopped to his feet and looked down at himself and then up again at his surroundings. Yup, he had shrunk again. He was pretty small this time, too. Like the size of one of those figurines Mei had on her shelf... guess he had been feeling really little.

This was good, though! He had wanted to tell Red about his new powers, anyway. What a perfect opportunity! Summoning the staff from his ear, MK vaulted himself up and went flying through the air to land on the surface of Red Son's work station. The fire demon was so immersed in whatever he was writing he didn't even notice the tiny MK, despite the ungraceful landing he managed.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept across his face as MK scurried closer. This was going to be fun! After approaching Red Son as quietly as he could, once he was within pouncing distance, he jumped forward and wrapped himself around the demon's forearm.

"Gotcha!"

The ensuing yelp and flail probably should have been expected, but even so, MK found himself unprepared as he was launched through the air, unleashing a tiny shriek to accompany the quiet thunk of him hitting the adjacent wall. He let out a little squeak of a groan, a bit dazed from the hit, and then he started to fall.

Before he could even think of how to stop himself from hitting the floor, (which was very very far away for someone so small) he suddenly found he was not falling anymore and two giant hands snatched him out of the air.

"Noodle Boy???"

MK opened his eyes, which he hadn't realized had been shut tight until that moment, and looked up at the gigantic and confused face of Red Son.

"Hehehh, uh, surprise...?" he squeaked out in his tiny voice, "I got a new power! ...didn't pick the best way to show it off, I guess."

Red Son adjusted his grip on MK so he was more or less sitting across both his hands now. He watched as the demon looked him up and down for a moment, still looking more confused than anything else. "So you can... shrink yourself?" he finally said, "I hope that doesn't mean you're stuck like this."

"N-no... I can control it..." MK kicked his legs out and shifted his gaze away from Red's face. "Y'know... Mostly..."

Of course Red wasn't impressed. It had been so silly of him to be excited to share his new powers... powers he probably shouldn't even have. MK's eyes squeezed closed as the words began echoing through his head again-

Made the wrong choice

Picked the wrong successor

Wrong Wrong

Wrong!!!

"AH!"

MK was pulled out of his own head and looked up again as he heard Red Son's voice shout suddenly. His expression had shifted from just looking confused to being somewhat concerned.

"Noodle Boy, you got even smaller!" he explained, lifting him closer. As he did, MK realized he was right... Red's hand underneath him seemed a bit bigger than it had a moment ago. That was weird... this hadn't happened before.

"Uh oh..." he hopped to his feet, now standing easily in just one of Red Son's palms. "It's okay! I can fix this!" he shouted in his now even squeakier voice, "I just have to think big thoughts, and I'll go back to normal."

Closing his eyes one more time, MK tried as hard as he could on that big feeling he had earlier that helped him grow to his normal size. Think big... think BIG! The biggest stuff he could imagine! Elephants! Airplanes! Whales!!

After a moment of him just chanting this BIG mantra to himself, he peeked one eye open to see if his size had changed yet.

It hadn't.

With a sigh, he fell back into a sitting position on Red Son's palm again. "I'm, uh... still working on controlling it..." he grumbled, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment a bit.

"Hmm..." Red hummed thoughtfully as he stared down at MK. "You aren't uncomfortable or anything at that size, are you?"

"No," MK answered easily, "it's just harder to, yknow, do stuff."

"Well, if you're not in any immediate danger, I suppose it's alright to admit-" Red Son suddenly shifted his grip, snatching up MK and holding him in his hand. "-you are rather adorable at this size."

MK felt his face flush with heat again, though less from embarrassment this time. "O-oh, you think so?"

"Yes, very much." A smirk spread across the demon's face. "It's like you've turned into a little doll."

"A doll?" MK whined, pursing his lips in a pout, "I'm too manly to be a doll! Can I at least be called an action figure?"

"I don't quite see the difference, they're both just words for a plaything." Red lifted MK up closer to his face. "That's what you are at this size: my little plaything."

"Haha... uh, wh-what about your blueprints? You said-"

MK was interrupted as a huge yet soft kiss was pressed to the top of his head. "Ah, right, the blueprint-," Red spoke gently, which was nice since his mouth was now right next to MK's teeny tiny ears. Then he was being pulled away, and suddenly he found himself being plopped down right on the surface of the table sprawled with the designs in question.

"Well," Red Son continued, and MK's back was suddenly pressed to the surface of the desk as he was held down by a finger the size of his chest, "look at this. There's a new project on my desk that needs my attention."

MK tried to suppress his delighted giggle, but he wasn't quite able to. He certainly wasn't able to hide the flush creeping across his face as Red continued to tease him.... maybe this workbench wasn't so bad after all~

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"I don't know if I'm perfect, but I love you for saying it," she replied. Peggy laughed. "Tellies must be much more prominent in the future, if that's what you mean - but they're right, as long as we're open with communication."

Peggy's face lit up when he asked about her work. "I still work with the SSR, although it looks different than it did during the war. First I was stationed in New York City, then Los Angeles. It's all been very exciting. We saved the world - Howard and Jarvis and I - quite a few times. We went undercover, we fought bad men. Howard was framed for a crime and I cleared his name. And then in L.A., we investigated a murder and then that turned into investigating zero matter...I know it all sounds a bit complicated."

She went quiet, knowing the next part of her story would be awkward to tell. "I...tried to let you go, Steve. I really tried to move on and not be so heartbroken anymore over losing you. I thought you weren't coming back. I even tried to have a relationship. It didn't...end well. It ended up being a long distance relationship when we were stationed on opposite coasts. Then I also knew I could ever truly get over you. Please understand - and please forgive me for trying to open my heart - but he never wanted to compete with you or replace you. He knew how much I loved you and he cared for me. But I loved you more more than anything."

@agentpeggycarterrogers

Steve slowly opens his eyes. He was almost afraid to open them, out of fear that when he did Peggy wouldnt be there. Yesterday had perfect. How could it not have been a dream? He found his way back to Peggy. Not only that but by some miracle she still loved him. She had welcomed him into her home and even shared her bed with him.

He opened his eyes and turned on his side. There she was, looking like an angel to him. He smiled at her widely and couldn't help but stare for a moment. He felt a bit as he did when he saw her for the first time, love struck.

"Morning, Peg." He spoke. "You look really beautiful."

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Three step programs to help get your favorite fallout companion to love you / become your little bitch

Part three.

Piper

Is your Piper finding it hard to enjoy her usual shenanigans? Is your Piper experiencing the a dreaded writers block and lack of motivation? Is your Piper struggling to balance working a full time job, travel with her trusty dusty Blue popsicle and be a big sibling/full time parent to her little sister? Has your Piper been in a withdrawal of sorts after spending an ungodly amount of time in the diamond City slammer thanks to the corrupt government run by the shiny freshly packaged life meddling fuckers known as the institute? Lucky for you this three step program will help get your Piper back to her nosy reporter kick-ass bad bitch self!

Step One: Mayor Mcdonough? more like mayor Mc-done-for! It must have taken the institute a long ass time to make not one, but two faces for him! Kill the fuck outta the cowardly double crossing pretentious douche bag!

Step Two: You wanna know what would help your Piper? No more late night abductions! take the fight to the institute by any means necessary.... (besides the BOS ofc)... Why tf do they even replace people? Probing? Dissection?....... news flash institute normal people have this thing called a heart! who tf knows why the creeps prey apon the people of the commonwealth. What your Piper does know is their gonna need an ass transplant once her foot is done with em.

Step Three: Okay so this might sound totally domestic (and less violent cuz damn that sounded like a bad psycho trip...) compared to the last two steps, but something that will totally help your Piper is.... A writers nook. Filled with real printing supplies. Old world novels, or even better creating new world novels with your Piper! One of the many things that historians claim makes a "civilization" is the production of unique works of literature (or something like that don't sue me if I'm wrong I'm quoting my freshman year history teacher and a bitch snoozed in that class) ... so technically, though a soft approach, your helping pave the pathway to a better future one line at a time.

(We can not be held responsible for any offensive news articles your Piper may write once she has her mojo back. If your Piper is experiencing an increased number of threats please contact your local Cait to open up a can of whoop ass)

Nick

Does your Nick have a case of depresso espresso that he just can't seem to solve? Is your Nick a melancholy mix of man and machine still trying to find his way in life after approximately 80 years of mixed experience? Is your Nick obsessing over fixing other people's problems to avoid his own? Is your Nick screwing his dang hand at the most inopportune times? (Like dude when a we're playing chicken with a super mutan suicider is not the time to screw your damn hand! Fucking Lydia had more tact than your ass) Luckily for you we have just the evidence you need to close the case on your weeping widow tin man!

Step one: Go on the annoyingly long hunt for all of Eddie Winters encrypted holotapes. Once every nook and cranny of every police station in massachusetts has been searched go kill the fuck out of that murdering bastard! You know what they say.... "If you can't fill the hole in your aching neon heart blow a hole in someone else's!"

Step two: Sarcasm galore! The more sassy the better! How can you be a saddy if your sassy? No but seriously witty remarks are your Nick's love language.

Step three: Generosity. Though it may be true the wastland will never be able to go back to the utopia it once was, but you and your Nick will be damned if you don't die trying to make the world a better place. If one small act of kindness is all your Nick is rembered for then he did well in life. Even if that means that act of kindness was giving Sheffield a damn nuka-cola.

(Okay so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to live with myself knowing that I'm the reason that this exist... Please forgive me for I shall never forgive myself.... okay but seriously why does the after look like my ex....) Ps I never noticed he had a cute chin dimple/dent before... I love it so much! He's so adorable.

Preston

Is your Preston still haunted by the series of unfortunate events that followed him from quincy to concord? Is your Preston suffering from survivers guilt and rain? Well have we got just the thing for you!

Step one: Find some way to control the weather! How can your Preston ever be sad if it's never raining?

Step two: Take your Preston on villager saving sprees! Rebuild the entire commonwealth.... it would be rude and inconsiderate of your Preston to even think about being happy when all those settlements still need your help.... what better way to remind your Preston of the good little sunshine boi he is than taking care of that settlement over there..... lemme mark it on your map for you!

Step three: Put a stop to all the meanies of the commonwealth.... Raiders demanding resources from settlers? gotta die. Super mutans eating settlers? gotta go. How can your Preston truly be happy if even a single living breathing soul in the commonwealth isn't? Your Preston has a big fat bleeding heart on his sleeve.... but hey the second you showed him any kind of human decency he clung onto you like a piece of raider stuck in a deathclaws teeth.

(We can not be held responsible for all the settlements that will be marked on your map.... But hey at least it's not raining.... babe!)

Hey so not gonna lie I could keep this in the draft and edit it for the rest of eternity, but at this point I think it's time to stop obsessing and post lol. Hope you enjoy or at least tolerate it like me!

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[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 11

MC and Jake had finished packing their flight was in a few days, soon they would be leaving duskwood behind them. Of course everyone from the group as tried and tried too ask for forgivenes. MC stood her ground and said no not after what they all did.

While MC was packing the last few bits she heard a sudden knock at the door, MC looked through the peep hole and saw that it was Hannah.

Hannah: Jake, my love please answer the door I need too see you so bad, I need too see your bright beautiful eyes. I want you too feel me in ways I've never been felt before.

Before MC had a chance too say anything Hannah started too undress and play with her self right out side the door. MC quickly grabbed the phone and called the police they soon arrived and took Hannah away.

Jake: I can't wait too get away from this place, I can't handle her anymore

MC: the police have her now hopefully she will get sectioned, it's the best thing for her.

At the police station the officers tried too question Hannah about what happened, but she just kept screaming for Jake and trying too play with herself. In the end they were forced too have her sectioned under the mental health act.

Jake's POV

Tomorrow we finally get too say goodbye too duskwood, I always looked forward too visiting in the past but now there are too many bad memories. I have been thinking alot about the future with MC by my side I can't believe how in love I am with her. I know I want too spend the rest of my life with her.

We are now all packed and everything is ready too go, I have made sure too pack all my computers up so they can not get broken. They will be shipped tomorrow and be there when we arrive at the new apartment. MC is looking forward too this new chapter in our life's, we both get too start over this time together.

MCs POV

I am so happy for Jake he is now a free man and has been asked too go work for the FBI in Washington DC, we get too start a brand new chapter together I love him so much. I stand watching him finish up packing his computers, I love his butt in the black jeans he's wearing. I could get used too watching him bend over like that it's very pleasing on the eyes.

I can't wait too spend forever with the man I fall in love with more everyday, I feel like we can both put this nightmare behind us. Cleo agreed too come out with us there is nothing for her in duskwood either.

She never once doubted what we told her she believed us from the very start, unlike all the others. Who now have tried too start crawling back one by one trying too get me too talk too them. I don't think I will ever forgive them for what they did, not after the way they have treated Jake and I and as for Hannah. Well she can stay locked up in her padded cell for the rest of her life she's no sister too Jake.

As I stand watching him he turns round and see's me standing by the door. He slowly walks over too me wrapping both his arms around my waist. He leans in and whispers into my ear I feel his breath on my skin making me get a shiver all over my body.

Jake: I love you MC

MC: I love you Jake, I can't wait for tomorrow

Jake: this is the best thing that's happened we both get too start new life's

MC: what time is our flight tomorrow

Jake: we fly out at 10am so we need too be at the airport for 9am so we can check in I told Cleo too be here for 8:30am so we can all travel together.

MC: with this being our last night in the apartment, let's order Chinese get a bottle of wine and have an early night.

Jake: how can I say no too such a beautiful women

The next morning Cleo had come round early so she could travel with MC and Jake too the airport. While they where having coffee that Cleo brought round, Jake received a phone call from the FBI.

He was on the phone for about half an hour MC and Cleo both looking concerned as too what could be wrong.

MC: what's wrong Jake? They haven't gone back on their deal have they?

Jake: no it's not that, they somehow found out about Cleo coming with us and think she would be a great fit for the team.

Cleo: they want me too work for them? Wow! But I don't really know anything about all that.

Jake: it's okay, they said they can give you training in what ever area you would like too work in.

Cleo: looks like I'm not opening that bakery afterall

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Part 6a

18+ only

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~Castle Zemo~

If a place could have a personality, this one would be as bold as the man who owns it.

You stand before the ancient structure, dwarfed by the rising towers and walls of stone. Only moments ago you thought the portcullis was the grandest thing you’d ever seen as the carriage brought you through, but now that you stand in the gravel drive, peering up at the castle which has stood since nearly the founding of Sokovia, it hits you heavy as a keystone, your life has truly changed forever.

“It’s incredible,” You manage when Helmut comes up behind you. “I don’t know what else to say really.” You try to count the turrets but it’s too hard in the dark and there are too many.

He stands at your side looking up, the fur of his coat turned high against the evening winds and you don’t even try to guess what he’s thinking. The man has years of memories built up behind these thick walls. “Say nothing, say everything, whatever you wish Baroness it is yours.” He says and smiles down at you.

The servants are standing to the side and you follow his lead going to greet them. Honestly you expect to be met with some hostility. Most of the serving class don’t take kindly to anyone attempting to rise above their station any better than those who employ them, but instead you are welcomed with accented hello’s as the butlers and footmen bow while the maids and kitchen girls curtsy. You meet each face with a smile and take the hand of your new and first Lady’s maid hoping you will have a good relationship. You’ll need a friend without Brigitte here and this one is the closest you’ll have.

“The fire is strong tonight my Lord. No chill will break through those old stone walls.”Says the old man at the head of the line. His English is a little hard to understand but you appreciate that he speaks it for your sake.

“Very good Oeznik” Helmut says clapping the butler on the shoulder. “We’ll eat in the small dining room and retire, it’s been a long journey. My wife and I— the Baroness.” Both men look back at you. “Are very tired.”

“Of course my Lord.”

You smile and bow to Oeznik forgetting that you’re not meant to but he doesn’t correct you, Instead he welcomes you home.

Once you’ve finished eating and Helmut has given you a fairly brisk tour of the castle by candlelight, you follow him up the center staircase as wide as the theatre stage to the halls upstairs. You feel dizzy and a little on edge by the time he stops at the heavy wooden doors of the room you will share. It is beautiful and grand, but you get a sense of ghostly eyes peering back at you from every dark corner, as though you are not alone inside this medieval dwelling.

It will take some time getting used to such a life, but you will try. For now you follow your husband closely inside.

Expecting something rather stark and cheerless, you are pleasantly surprised to find the room glowing warm with the fire, the bed piled high with pillows and wrapped with a shining silk duvet. There are chairs that look perfect for reading in the corner, a beautiful settee in font of the fire, and a large carpet to keep your feet warm. The walls are painted a deep and calming bluish green from floor to ceiling, moulding included, and you find the far wall of windows to be absolutely glorious. You can see the moon no matter where you are in the room.

“Helmut it’s beautiful.”

He is watching you, smiling, pleased to see that you are.

“I’ve always liked it.”

“It’s hard to imagine that you actually grew up here, that any one can grow up in such a magnificent place.”

He shrugs a little as if he’s never considered it, but then he’s never known anything else. “Perhaps.”

“I would have gotten lost so many times.” You say with a laugh.

“Lost, no, but there are many places to hide” He says sitting on the little bench at the end of the bed “Often, I would have to send the nurse to hunt Carl down, he would find places even I had never discovered.”

You turn, surprised to hear his son’s name. He’s said it once before and you’re certain it was a mistake then, he hadn’t been ready to share it with you so you’d only given him an understanding smile and steered the conversation in another direction. But now; you know it is the right time and place to speak of the child and the happy life they once had here, even if only for a moment.

You go to him, sliding your hands over his shoulders, standing between his legs. “It’s a beautiful place to watch a boy grow. You should speak of him often, his memory lives on with you Helmut, and in time, when you are ready and if we are able, perhaps you will have more sons—and daughters to chase after.”

His eyes dart up studying your face. At first he seems distant, afraid to put himself in that position of vulnerability, but as his gaze wanders down from your eyes to your lips and below, he softens and sighs. Of course he wants this. The part of him that still aches for what he’s lost has been slowly mending over time and as you promised to love him until you draw your last breath in that little country church, you had sewn the final stitch.

He is ready.

Without warning the door opens and both Hilda, your Lady’s maid and the old man Oeznik come in which is surprising to exactly no one but you.

You look back at Helmut wide eyed but he just smiles and shrugs, rising up from the bench.

"Brandy my Lord?" The butler asks coming to him.

"Not tonight Oeznik, thank you." Helmut answers, excusing himself to go and stand in the center of the room. He puts his arms out and his dinner jacket is removed with quick and careful precision.

"My Lady." Hilda says kindly.

You jump to attention having been mesmerized by the sight of a man undressing another. "Oh, yes... um. Yes?"

Hilda smiles and shows you how to stand as she helps you with your traveling clothes. She is impressive and works so quickly you can only give yourself over to her skill looking back at the Baron and pulling a face of concession that makes him laugh.

"It's good to see you happy again sir." You overhear Oeznik say as he pulls the Barons vest off.

Helmut just smiles and nods, crossing the room so that Oeznik may remove his cufflinks and place them in the dressing table drawer.

"Would you like me to help you into your nightgown my Lady?" She asks while it's just the two of you "Or would you like the Baron to do it?"

Snapping your head around, your eyes dart back to find Hilda's, sparkling in the firelight with just a spot of mischief in them. It makes you smile and relax a little. "It's all right, I've got something nice on underneath. Just help me out of this?" You answer and she gives a firm nod reaching for the ribbon around your neck but you turn quickly, your hands going protectively around the velvet. "No, please. L-Leave it." You mutter unable to look her in the eye.

She quickly bows her head looking at the floor. "Forgive me my Lady." She must know, but you don't want to think about it, not now.

"It's fine. Just, don't touch it please." You say awkwardly and turn around letting her undress you in silence.

By the time she's done and collecting your shed clothes, you thank her for her help wanting nothing more than to get past it. Hilda dips and looks up, her little smile showing that there are no hard feelings between you.

Smiling as you watch her slip away; the door shutting with a click behind her, you sigh and look around the beautiful room, the only sound the crackle of the roaring fire.

Helmut is waiting. He glances over at you from his place beside the bed, rubbing his hands together as he is in the habit of doing. He looks down with a smile. "Come here" He says amused that you are still standing so far away.

You pad over —that lovely rug like a cloud under your feet— until you are standing in front of him, closer to naked in your pretty cotton shift than you have ever been with any man before.

You are aware of how your nipples brush the nearly sheer fabric and how the feeling between your legs seems to spread like a little spark setting off a fire that makes your skin hot to the touch. Helmut is not the only one ready for this. You have wanted him for so long.

Your hair hangs free of the many pins to keep it up and he brushes it back over your shoulders. His fingertips graze along your bare collar bones as he admires the way your shift barely clings to your arms. Reaching for your hand, Helmut raises it up to kiss your fingers, holding your one hand with both of his. “You’re shaking,” He says stroking gently, his deep voice making you nearly crave him in spite of being afraid. You blush and look away. “I’ll add more to the fire.” He suggests.

“No, the fire is perfect.” You answer glancing back at the hearth large enough for more than one man to stand in.

Helmut looks down at you, gently hooking his finger around your chin, turning your head to face him again. His smile is sympathetic “I think I understand.”

You draw your lip between your teeth only for him to tug at your chin freeing it; now a dark and slightly wet pink. He strokes your plump lip and you lean forward just the slightest bit, kissing his thumb, your eyes rising up to meet his.

He makes a soft, low sound, something like a moan that fades into a sigh and slides his hands up and into your hair, holding your head still as he kisses you. He moves his body closer, pressing his hips against you letting you feel the exact effect you have on him and you can not help the way your eyes open going a little wide. You try to move away but he takes you by both arms.

“It’s all right.” He says, looking so soft in the deep orange glow. “Don’t be afraid of me mala ptica ” His husky voice in contrast to the warmth of his face. “And I promise I'll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes dart up just as he kisses you.