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selkierosemary · 7 months ago
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Your local selkie tumblogger not the best at taking pretty photos but I had to show you all this new book called A Sweet Sting of Salt that I just got for my lesbian book hoard, because it's about a selkie! If you're familiar with the fisherman's wife story then you can guess what the selkie is dealing with. I'm so excited to read this!
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seungfl0wer · 11 days ago
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*𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩*
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Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (GN)
Genre: Angst -> Comfort
Warnings: Self Doubt, Jeongin being a meanie, Crying, Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.
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-🖤
Today was your second day on holiday. Waking up to the calmness and not having to get up early and go to work was just perfect. You strolled out of bed making yourself some coffee before plopping down on the couch. Your boyfriend had come out of the shower grabbing a coffee for himself. “We are gonna be leaving soon” he said looking over at you.
“Oh right! I’ll go get dressed” you said making your way back to the room.
“Y/n it’s been like 30 mins we are late” he yelled from the kitchen.
“I’m coming!” You said trying to slip your socks on. “Sorry love I couldn’t-“
He cut you off “we gotta go” he said walking to the door.
The car was parked out front waiting, the drive there was kind of quiet. You looked out the window taking in the pretty views as you passed. You met up with the boys with a smile talking as you walked around the city. Stopping at clothing stores and taking in the scenery. The buildings were so beautiful crafted. The smell of fresh baked breads and foods filled the air.
“Babe look how pretty that is!” You said with a smile trying to show him a building. You turned your head to see jeongin not even paying attention as he chatted with one of the guys. You sighed “I’ll be right back I’m gonna take a picture” you said before walking across the street. The building was old, built hundreds of years ago but still looked so breath taking. You snapped a few pictures as you read a small plaque about the building. When you turned around to walk back across the street you didn’t see the boys.
You pulled your phone back out to text them realizing you had terrible signal. Your heart dropped. No one realized you were gone? Not even jeongin? You felt like you could cry heart cracking at the thought and then it kicked in. You were alone. You were alone in a different place you didn’t know. Your phone wasn’t picking up a signal and you were lost. You were lost in another country and it didn’t seem like anyone cared.
You didn’t wanna move incase they came back. Minutes turned to an hour. You roamed a bit trying to find service anyone even just a little. Meanwhile the boys had just noticed you weren’t there.
“Hey where’s y/n?” Jisung as looking around.
“Weren’t they just here?” Seungmin piped in.
“Were they?” Another voice spoke up.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized they hadn’t heard anything from you in a while. They scrambled to text and call you, the only one having any signal was changbin. If it wasn’t such a serious thing he’d rub it in how his android was the only one to work. However when his calls didn’t go through he was even more panicked.
Seungmin found a place that gave him signal having the smart idea he checked Snapchat. Your location was on and he felt a sense of relief. “She’s at the book store we were at” he said. They all started walking back. “Dude how could you not notice your partner wasn’t here?” Seungmin said.
“None of you noticed don’t blame it souly on me” he spit back. In all honesty he didn’t notice but he did think to himself how quiet you were being.
When they finally found you, you were sitting by the building. You were staring out into the waters trying to keep yourself calm. Jeongin grabbed your arm making you jump. You smiled widely going to hug him before he back up a bit not letting you. “You were supposed to stay with us y/n!” He scolded. “We had to come the whole way back and we wasted almost our whole day because of you! Not to mention the boys were on my ass cause we lost you” He said before taking a deep breath. “I knew we shouldn’t have brought you” he said before taking your hand pulling you with him to the boys.
You felt your heart sink you ruined everything. The others were more happy to see you but all you could muster up was a small ‘I’m sorry.’ Jeongin didn’t talk to you much for the rest of the night.
Everyone decided to go to a restaurant close to the hotel, they wanted to eat and then go to the pool after. As you neared the hotel you looked over at jeongin before he walked in. You took his hand making him scowl at you “what” he said.
“I- I’m not really hungry.. I’m gonna go up to the room” you said.
“Whatever” he said with a huff before walking inside.
You held it together as the elevator beeped. Getting closer to your floor, to your room you felt the tears pricking. Opening the door to your room it all flooded out. You laid your back against the door sobbing at the whole day. ‘Why’d you even come? You should have just stayed home. You ruined everything.’ Those thoughts kept spiraling around in your head. You made your way to the bedroom laying yourself on the other bed that was there. You didn’t wanna bother jeongin when he came back so you laid on the farthest side of the other bed and curled up in a ball.
As the boys ate and drank they talked about going swimming again. Leaving the restaurant to get dressed, he grabbed his shorts from the suitcase. He didn’t take notice of you lying on the other side. He came in as quickly as he left. Hours went by before he came up to bed. When he came back into the bedroom he saw you sleeping. He felt a bit of sadness however when he went to talk to you it came out annoyed.
“Are you seriously not gonna sleep with me?” He said his words coming out harsher than attended.
You wake up slightly, tear stained face not even looking at him as you got up to lay in the other bed. Silence. It was dead silent. He went to say something else before catching a glimpse of your face. His heart sunk. Make up smeared from your crying all night, face swollen and puffy. You buried your face into the pillow, keeping your body fully on the edge.
“Y/n” he said softly.
“I’m sorry for today.” You let out lip quivering a small bit.
“It’s ok” he said trying to keep his voice low.
“No it’s not.. I ruined the whole day..” you choked. You felt ready to cry once more.
“You didn’t-“ he said before you cut him off.
“I did. From the beginning I did. And I’m sorry. You guys go tomorrow without me ok? I just.. I just wanna stay in bed” you said softly.
Jeongin crawled in bed beside you his hands hesitantly moving to lay on your waist. “You can’t just stay in bed” he said.
“It’s fine” you said in a whisper.
Silence fell into the room once more before jeongin slowly differed off to sleep. He woke up to the bed moving you heading to the bathroom. When you didn’t come back right away he stirred away. “B-babe you alright?” He said his voice half awake.
You wiped the tears from your face before unlocking the door. You sniffled bit before nodding at him “yeah” before walking past him to go lay back down. He let out a small sigh feeling bad before crawling back beside you. You hadn’t turned to face him at all that night nor did you cuddle him.
When he finally got up he noticed you weren’t there. He made his way to the living room finding you on the couch watching tv. Before he could speak you spoke “the boys called you’re going to the gardens, so be ready in 30 mins” you said softly not even looking at him.
“Wait are you not coming?” He asked.
You shook your head “I told you last night I wasn’t” you said.
“But y/n this was the thing you were most excited to do you can’t miss it”
You shrugged not saying anything back. He felt his heart sink through his chest out into the floor.
“Y/n please I’m sorry for what I said.. I.. you have to go.. please?” He pleaded.
You looked at him meeting his eyes now which were turning watery. “I don’t wanna be a bother.. it’s alright you go. You have fun ok?” You said as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Fuck. You were keeping them back so good. Seeing the tear jeongin almost ran to you he wrapped his arms around you.
“If you don’t wanna go- I’m not going..” he said feeling like he was about to cry.
“Jeong-“ you started before you hear him cry.
“No. No. I’m not. I’m not going. I wanna be with you. I want you to go. I want things to be right. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Please just come. Please y/n” he cried out clinging onto you as he sobbed.
You couldn’t help but cry with him holding onto him just as tightly “I’m sorry I ruined everything”
“You didn’t ruin anything, it’s lot like you meant to. I’m sorry for what I said I didn’t mean it I was just worried you were hurt and I- I said the wrong words and I’m- fuck I’m so sorry” he cried harder.
You’ve never seen him like this. Yeah he’s cried in-front of you but not like this. “Y/n I love you.” He said softly through sobs.
“I love you to innie” you said stroking his back.
“Please come with? I’ll do anything” he said. Pulling away to look at you.
“Anything?” You said with a little smile.
He nodded quickly “whatever you want”
“Will you hold my hand and take pictures with me while we go?” You said.
He couldn’t help but smile “of course”
“Ok we best go get dressed then” you’d matching his smile.
When you both stood up jeongin wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly. “I’m really sorry for my harsh words. I love you. And I’m really happy you’re here.” He said before pulling you into a sweet kiss.
“Make it up to me later yeah?” You said with a playful wink making him chuckle.
“Promise” he said.
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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 9 months ago
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A/n: u guys r gonna have to imagine alot w these pics 😭 but i wrote whos supposed to be who so it makes a bit more sense!!!!! THIS ONLY MAKES SENSE IF YOU READ THE FIRST BIT
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Prepare for the ‘Anastasia’ photo dump 😈
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tomblyth: yummy cake 🍰😋
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: i'm craving it so bad rn 🤤
user1: THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD WTAF
user2: Y/n and Tom's on screen chemistry is insane...
user3: her smile in the second picture 🥹
user4: empress Marie was a slay
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she honestly was
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this is what we gotta say to those who haven’t watched Anastasia yet 🖕🖕🖕 (we’re kidding)
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user1: how was filming in St. Petersburg??
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: had the best time of my life 🙈 St. Petersburg is so gorgeous.
user2: yesss feed us w more Anastasia bts please!!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yes ma’am 🫡
↘️ user3: BAHAHHAHAAH
user4: everyone go watch Anastasia rn. It’s a masterpiece😟
user5: she’s so gorgeous it’s not fair
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pics of me eating the most 21st century food in my 20th century fits 😋‼️
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tomblyth: fun fact, I took ALL of these
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 😂😂😂
user1: this is so funny to me LMAO
user2: the fits 🤌
↘️ user3: THEY WERE EVERYTHING!
user4: so this is what u guys do behind the scenes? eating?
↘️ tomblyth: yup.
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: pretty much!!
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tomblyth
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‘Anastasia’ out now in the cinemas!!!! So incredibly grateful to have worked with such amazing and talented people, experiencing it with y/n made it even better 💗
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y/n_y/l/n: i’m tearing up…. It was so much fun, I’m going to miss everything about it 💔
↘️ tomblyth: gonna miss seeing u in ur costume 🥹 you looked absolutely gorgeous
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: awee I love u!!!!
↘️ user1: my parents r so adorable 😣
user2: third pic is everything!
user3: they did so good with the casting!
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St. Petersburg weather was smth else 🥶
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actorwhoplaysrasputin: it wasn’t even that cold y/n 🙄
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: says the person who wore 4 jackets in between takes 😟
↘️ actorwhoplaysrasputin: zip it.
↘️ user1: I love this duo 😂
actorwhoplaysphlegmenkoff: it was a pleasure to work with such young, talented actors like yourselves!!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: awee thank you actors name!! It was an honour to work with you!!
↘️ tomblyth: appreciate it man 🤝
user2: them casting actors name as Rasputin was the best decision ever. Can’t see anyone else for that role!
user3: this movie had such iconic actors and actresses 😭
↘️ user4: I just know this movie was expensive 😃
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Anastasia dump pt. 2974822? 😂
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user1: FIRST PIC HAHAHAHA
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: felt xtra cute so I had to 😛
↘️ user2: Tom not looking amused in the back 🤣
↘️ tomblyth: I’m used to it
actorwhoplaysvladimir: miss you guys!!!
↘️ tomblyth: you act as if we don’t live in the same street 🤣
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: literally walk the few steps and you’ll see us lol
user3: I can’t wait for more of your bts vids to come out on yt bc man they’re so entertaining!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I’m posting a 30 min bts vlog tomorrow 😙
↘️ user4: YAYYY
↘️ user5: y/n has a yt channel and I haven’t heard about it?
↘️ user6: she’s had it since she was in high school 😭
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Can’t believe ‘Anastasia’ has been nominated for best film adaptation of books!!! Thank you everyone who voted :)
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y/n_y/l/n: THIS IS INSANEE AHHHH
↘️ tomblyth: 🥳🎉
themichaellockshin: 🤩🤩
actorwhoplaysnicholas: hell yeah!!
user1: they’re so cute omg 🥺
user2: actresswhoplaysdowagermarie is such a slay 😭
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she literally is!
↘️ tomblyth: we love her!
↘️ user2: ahhh you both responded 😭
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Cheers again for the love and support for this movie!! To all the cast members I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you are all such talented people and it was wonderful working with you all!
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y/n_y/l/n: thank you Michael ❤️ will never forget this experience :)
↘️ themichaelockshin: you and Tom were spectacular 🤩
tomblyth: what a journey we went through!
actorwhoplaysrasputin: miss you all!
actorwhoplaysolga: thank you Michael!! Filming with you all was a wonderful experience 🫶
user1: ice cream during the winter?
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yup. What abt it 😛
user2: awe I love this cast sm
↘️ user3: literally the best cast
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charlotteking23 · 7 months ago
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Hello! I know what I'm about to write here may seem strange, but in my head, it's just perfect. Imagine a scanario of Batmom×Batfamily where S/N(batmom) is a witch (like those in the Harry Potter universe), but she's always been afraid to tell her family because she feared they would start to hate her and that Bruce would ask for a divorce (and also because, as we know, there's a law that prohibits them from exposing this to not-witch). However, somehow they discover her secret, but in the end, everything turns out fine.
Kisses♡
Sooooo... I am a witch
Bruce Wayne x witch reader
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It was an average day, nothing out of the ordinary, the boys were looking through their old stuff planning to donate it. They decided to start in the attic which they didn't even know they had. But boy was it filled with a lot of stuff in labeled boxes.
"Hey look my old toy car, I forgot I had you well time to donate you", Jason said tossing the car in a pile of stuff he didn't want.
"Hey guys look what I found", Tim said picking up a box with a do not open painted on the top of the box.
Damian took the box, "I think we're not supposed to open it, Oh well". He hurriedly opened the box, and the other boys peered their heads over Damian to see what was in the box.
Surprisingly when they opened it they saw a book, some photos, and other weird things. It all looks so cool like from a movie, Dick slowly took some photos out scrutinizing it.
"Guys look at this", Dick said holding out the photo in front of his brother's face.
"That girl she looks familiar", Jason said reaching out for the photo it was of a girl behind a tree wherein a green and black color robe.
"guys, that's Mom, see the girl has the same birthmark as Mom", Tim said pointing at the girl and the picture of his mom he had taken on his phone.
The boys hurriedly raced down the attic trying to find their mother. Damian had the box in his hand while Tim had the picture. They raced down the stairs almost knocking into Alfred in the process. Finally, they saw their mother in the living room watching one of her favorite movies Princess Diaries.
Y/n heard the sound of footsteps looking in the direction of the noise. She looked at what Tim was holding, and immediately Y/n got up and took the picture out of his hand. " where did you get this" Y/n demanded taking the other things from the other boy's hands.
"Mom, what is this? what have you been hiding? Dick said pointing at the picture. Mom, it's okay you can trust us", Jason said while nudging Damian to go and hug Y/n.
" I am a Witch, I am from Hogwarts where I learned to train and use my power. But not too long ago I fell in love with your father hiding the secret I was a witch, for I was prohibited from telling any non-witch about my powers. So I hid all my stuff in an attic before we got Dick, but you kids must have found it".
"so father still doesn't know", Dick said still trying to process this story. Y/n shook her head no. "You have to tell him Ummi", Damian said. "your right, I will tell him right when he gets home", Y/n said confidently.
Soon Bruce came home, greeting all his children before going upstairs to his and Y/n's room. There he saw Y/n sitting on the bed looking straight at him not a single emotion on her face.
Before Bruce could talk, Y/n started to cry heavily, slumping her shoulders, and looking away from Bruce. Bruce quickly rushed over to her scooping her up in a hug and whispering soothing things in her ear trying to calm her down.
"my pretty girl, what's wrong?", Bruce said continuing to massage Y/n's back. "Bruce, I have something to tell...I am a witch", Y/n didn't wait to see his reaction before continuing "You are probably mad at me but I understand so if you want a divorce then I am fine with it", Y/n said so fast it was hard for Bruce to even comprehend.
"Y/n were not having a divorce, I love you too much for that, no matter if you kept a secret you probably had your reasons and I am not mad", Bruce said in a reassuring tone. Bruce stood up holding Y/n close to him swaying them side to side and humming a beat. Y/n started talking about her past as a witch telling everything to Bruce. She felt so happy to finally tell Bruce after so long, feeling so much better.
"So does that mean since I have powers I can fight crime like you", Y/n said with her best puppy dog eyes. Fuck, it was so hard for Bruce to resist those puppy dogs eyes. "Fine", Bruce said letting out a groan and seeing Y/n jump up and down clapping her hands, smiling widely at Bruce.
Question for the readers: what is your house in Harry Potter?
mine is a Slytherin
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sandy-the-glader · 8 months ago
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Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)
Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”
Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧
Afraid of Me
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Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader
Type: Fluff and sorta angsty
Length: 5.4K (a bit long)
Summary: Request above <3
Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn
A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol
I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?
I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.
Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.
I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?
"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.
In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.
"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.
"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.
He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.
I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.
"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.
Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.
This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.
The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?
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"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.
"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.
Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.
"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.
"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.
"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.
"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.
"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.
She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.
"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.
"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.
"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.
"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.
"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.
"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.
"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.
"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.
"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.
"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.
"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.
"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.
"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.
"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.
"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.
"I understand." She muttered.
"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.
-
I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.
Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.
"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.
"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.
I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.
"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.
"Hm?" I replied softly.
"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.
I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!
"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."
"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.
She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.
"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.
-
"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.
"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!
"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined
"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.
-
I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.
What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?
"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.
"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.
"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."
I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.
"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.
One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.
I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?
"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.
His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.
Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.
Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.
The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.
What. The. Fuck.
-
It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.
"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.
"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.
Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.
"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."
"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.
"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.
"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.
We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.
I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.
Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.
"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.
“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?
“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.
“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...
“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.
"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?
I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.
Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.
I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.
"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"
"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.
-
The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.
I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.
A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.
The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another
Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.
I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.
And the whole mission went by quickly.
"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.
"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.
"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.
"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.
"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.
"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.
"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.
I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.
"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.
Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.
Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.
I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.
-
It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.
But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?
I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.
"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"
"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"
"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.
"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.
Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.
The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.
He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.
"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.
"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.
"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.
"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.
"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.
“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.
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The Wisp pt. 2
(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)
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"Y/N... You haven't aged a bit." Y/N heard Allison's voice. She turned to see her other sister wearing a blue top and... Her hair had been bleached?
"Nice to see you again, Allison." Y/N smiled.
"You as well, sister." Allison came to the porcelain girl and gave her a tight hug. Y/N breathed in and out, she was slightly nervous to see all of her family members. As Y/N let go, Allison peaked her head out to see Vanya. “Vanya? You’re actually here.” Allison walked up to the shorter woman.
“Hey, Allison.” Vanya said quietly.
“Hey, sis.” Allison said, the both of them standing awkwardly in front of each other before the actress chuckled softly and gave Vanya a tight squeeze.
“Ah… What is she doing here?” Diego asked as he walked past Vanya and Allison. Y/N scrunched her face before rolling her eyes, “You don’t belong here, not after what you did?”
“You came in through the window upstairs?” Y/N asked.
“Yes, I did.” Diego smirked before patting Y/N on the back, “Good to see you, Y/N.”
“Nice to see you too, Gogo.” Y/N said jokingly as Diego scoffed at the nickname.
“You’re seriously gonna do this today?” Allison asked her brother as he walked up the grand stairway, “Way to dress for the occasion by the way.”
“At least I’m wearing black.”
“We all know dad doesn’t deserve respect at his funeral.” Y/N said.
“You know what? I- Maybe he’s right.” Vanya doubted herself, “I shouldn’t be-”
“Forget about him. I’m glad you’re here.” Allison reassured her. Y/N put a hand on Vanya’s shoulder.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Y/N said with a smile, “You’re a part of our family, whether he likes it or not.”
Allison left to go up to Reginald’s office and Y/N and Vanya wandered into the parlor, passing by the old newspaper articles and magazine covers that depicted Y/N and the others - of course with the exception of Vanya.  
Vanya glanced wistfully at the group photos before turning to the book shelf, and her hand brushed the dark cover of a book. She turned the book over to see her own face on the back cover. "Did you ever read it?" she quietly asked. Her shoulders were hunched and had her gloomy frown on.
"It was... Sad." Y/N said, staring at it with a bittersweet look in her eyes. "Knowing how you felt probably felt like a punch in the face for everyone else. And knowing that the truth was set in their faces also felt like a kick to the gut... Vanya, if I had known that you were feeling that way then I would've-"
"Y/N, it's fine." Vanya smiled slightly.
"Well, other than feeling guilty, I suppose the book was also nice." Y/N smiled, “It was the truth. And you’re right, that trait was always my downfall.”
Vanya nodded, still hesitant but clearly a bit relaxed. "The others certainly don't feel the same way, they've made that much clear."
"It'll take much more than the truth to make me hate you." Y/N nudged her shoulder, "They're all great, but you're one of my number one favorites."
She laughed in response. "So you really don't mind the book?" she timidly asked.
"They hate you because you told the truth. That's why they're so defensive about it" Y/N shrugged, "People always get defensive when they're told the truth."
"People always say the truth hurts."
"A lot of things hurt. There are worse things than being told you were a bad father." Y/N smiled, "Doesn't matter since he's dead but... I think you'll be the most memorable of us all."
"Really?"
"Yep! I can already picture it, 'Vanya: Spilling the secrets of Umbrella Academy'." Y/N turned to her with a smile, "I'd have to say that you're probably the only one who can have a normal life. And... that’s pretty lucky I suppose."
"Yeah... I guess I can..." Vanya smiled wistfully, “You’ve always made all of us feel better.”
“Maybe that’s my superpower.” Y/N joked.
"Miss Vanya, so glad to see you here again," A familiar voice said warmly to the woman beside Y/N as she approached the talking monkey and embraced him. When they broke apart, he noticed the book in her hand. "I see you've found your book."
"Did... Did Dad ever... Y'know, read it?" Vanya asked.
Pogo thought for a minute. "I couldn't say with utmost certainty.”
She nodded and glanced at the giant painting above the fireplace. She sighed and turned to Y/N, "How long has it been since Five left?"
Pogo looked at Y/N. "Sixteen years, four and a half months." She said. Vanya gave Y/N a pointed look, to which she shrugged.
"It's not like I've been counting. It's just... There's really nothing else to do." Y/N frowned, looking at the portrait of Five. When he went missing, Y/N cried for a few days. And then ‘died’ two months afterward. Wow, looking back, her life was kind of shitty.
"Y'know, I would leave the lights on for him when we were little, in case he ever came back." Vanya sighed. "I worried that he wouldn't be able to find us if the lights weren't on and that he'd run off again. I would leave him little sandwiches too," she added, smiling wistfully, "And then on the nights that I couldn't, Y/N would do it."
"Yes, indeed," Pogo replied, smiling as well. "I recall happening upon quite a few of those. I would end up washing peanut butter and marshmallow fluff off of my slippers for hours. Miss Y/N used to sleepwalk and step on them as well."
"Ugh, I still remember the feeling." Y/N sighed.
"Sir Hargreeves always waited for him," Pogo added. "He never stopped believing he'd return."
" Didn't do much for him," the short brunette mumbled.
Eventually, the six of them met in the main hall. They all sat awkwardly apart, choosing to keep to themselves for a while. The ragged individual whom Y/N identified as Klaus was in the back at the bar, most likely pouring himself some mind-numbing, hangover-inducing concoction.
Allison sat quietly drinking what looked like rum by the fire, with Diego across from her. Luther sat across from Y/N and Vanya on a couch, her leaning in towards the girl for a bit for comfort. 
For a long time, no one spoke. It felt like hours upon hours of simply staring at each other, examining how each sibling had changed - some had quite obviously changed more than others. 
Y/N hadn't seen any of the others for years, but apparently some of them had met up at Allison's wedding to some guy she knew as "Patrick." Whether Allison was still slightly salty for Y/N not coming to her wedding, she'd never know.
Finally, Luther stood and cleared his throat.  "We should kick this thing off," He said with uncertainty. "I was thinking about holding a little memorial service, nothing huge... Out in the courtyard when the sun's setting. Maybe we say a few words in Dad's old favorite spot."
"Since when did he have a favorite spot?" Allison asked.
"It was near that oak tree," He said quickly. She frowned a bit. "The two of us used to go there all the time... Didn't you guys do that too?"
"Not... Not all of us." Y/N said quietly.
"Are there gonna be any snacks?" Klaus asked, walking over with a generous amount of alcohol in his large cup and a lit cigarette in his hand. "Simple things, like tea? Maybe some biscuits or those cute little sandwiches." He plopped down next to me.
Luther's face scrunched up. "Klaus, this isn't a- hey, hey! Stop smoking! Dad didn't want us doing that in here!"
Allison interrupted, "Klaus, are you wearing my skirt?" Y/N looked down and sure enough, Allison's skirt was around Klaus' waist.
"Oh yeah, I found this lying about," He replied. "It's certainly not in season, but it offers some nice... Ventilation." Y/N chuckled slightly as Klaus looked at the porcelain girl in shock, "Y/N? Oh... You're back!" Klaus giggled and gave me a big hug. Y/N savored it, even though he smelled like smoke and literally every drug in the world.
"Missed you too, Klausy." Y/N chuckled.
"Oh man, at least another insane person's with me." Klaus sighed.
"Guys, knock it off," Luther said over the duo’s small exchange. "There's still a lot of stuff we have to talk about."
Diego stood up challengingly, "Such as?"
Luther rolled his eyes, "Maybe like how Dad died?"
He sat back down, "Oh, jeez."
"Wasn't it a heart attack? At least, I think that's what the coroner said," Vanya replied.
"Sure, but that's what the coroner said," Luther replied.
"Wouldn't a coroner know this kind of stuff?" Allison asked. "I mean, in theory."
Luther sighed, seeming to grow more and more exasperated as time went by. "I'm just saying, something weird was going on." After witnessing everyone's doubtful looks, he added, "The last time Dad and I talked, he sounded kind of... Off."
"And that's such a surprise, why?" Klaus exclaimed sarcastically.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked.
"He just didn't sound like himself; He told me to watch who I trust, to stay on guard." Luther explained.
Diego groaned, standing up again. "Luther, he was a hateful, testy old man who was whatever senses he had left."
"That's not it," Luther insisted. "He had to have known something was going to happen to him." He glanced at you. "Y/N, she probably saw something! I mean, she visited him just about three months ago!"
"He was just as distant as he always was." Y/N said, crossing her arms. "I came for repairs my repairwoman couldn’t do but that’s it."
Luther sighed, turning to Klaus, "I know you haven't done it in a while, but we need you to get Dad over here." Allison scoffed from across the way.
Klaus leaned forward in his seat. "It's not like wishing on stars or something," he sputtered. "I can't just call him up in the great hereafter like, 'Dad, stop playing croquet with Hitler and Ivan the Terrible and pick up my call!'"
"Why not? That's literally your ability," Luther countered.
"I'm not in the proper mindset for something like this!"
" You mean you're under some kind of influence," Allison stated.
"Of course! How are the rest of you not drunk off of his delusions?"
"Then get into the right mindset," Luther insisted. "This is serious. We also need to find Dad's monocle."
Diego turned. "Why would anyone care about that dusty old thing - and I'm not talking about Dad."
" That's my point. The monocle is useless to anyone else, so this must have been something personal!"
Klaus frowned. "Where exactly is this conversation going?"
"Can't you tell, Klaus?" Diego rounded on the burly male. "He thinks the murderer is right here in the room."
He stood there awkwardly until Klaus spoke up in awe, "You're not kidding."
"I have a question.” Y/N interrupted. Everyone looked to the girl as she crossed her legs and looked up at Luther.
Her eyes stared into his soul, giving him an uncanny vibe. “If it was one of us, what exactly would you do?” Luther stayed silent and Y/N took that as a sign to continue, “Would you… Enact revenge? Kill us? Either way that won’t change that the old man is dead. Why are we still letting him control our lives even when he’s gone?!”
Everyone stayed silent and Y/N stood up to face Luther, “If dad’s validation was so important to you, then remember, he wanted us to be a team. He wanted us to trust each other and the fact that you’re insinuating that one of us killed him means that he failed. We shouldn’t even call him dad! He used us as tools. We’ve all faced the truth, the real question is, have you faced it?”
Everyone stayed silent before Klaus clapped, “I think Y/N should be a lawyer.” Her said and Vanya sighed. 
Luther watched as everyone exited the parlor room, the tension even thicker now that Luther brought up the idea of Reginald being murdered.
"Hey, you know how Luthur is. He's just..." Vanya's voice trailed off, “You were great back there. I don’t know how you can just come up with stuff like that.
"I’ve been thinking back on our childhood ever since you made that book. And I realize that…” Y/N flexed her hand as it clinked together, “We weren’t raised to be people.”
A loud rumbling of thunder interrupted Y/N’s moment with Vanya. The lights flickered and her and Vanya looked at each other curiously. Y/N turned to Vanya. "C'mon."
The two of them met up with Diego as he was heading out towards the courtyard. The rest of our siblings filed out behind us and were all met with a wavering blue vortex. "What is that?" Vanya yelled.
Allison grabbed her arm. "Don't get too close!"
"No shit!" Diego sarcastically hollered.
Luther shouldered his way to the front. "It looks like some temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole, one of the two."
"That's a pretty big difference, Paul Bunyan."
"Get outta the way!" Lurching past the group, Klaus hurled a big red fire extinguisher at the anomaly.
"What is that gonna do?" shrieked Allison.
"I don't know, do you have a better idea?" He retorted. A sound something like lightning or thunder - maybe even a combination, sounded off, and sent Klaus scurrying backwards into me.
"Everyone get behind me," Luther boomed.
Diego shouldered him, "Yeah, get behind us."
Klaus screeched, "I vote for running, c'mon!" He tried to grab Y/N's arm, but she gripped his wrist and anchored him in place. Someone that looked like an old man pressed against the blue vortex, the figure melting into a much younger one as he fell to the ground.
As the male came through, the vortex faded, and so did the crashes of thunder that came with it.
The six of them approached the boy - who was wearing clothes much too big for him - when Klaus opened his mouth. "Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?"
The male in question looked at the group, then down at himself, and then looked back up. He made eye contact with Y/N as she peered out from behind the lean body of Klaus. "Shit," Five mumbled.
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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months ago
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"My Boy" (1973-1974)
Recorded on December 13, 1973 at Stax Studios, Memphis · Released on March 20, 1974 · Album: Good Times
MUSICIANS Guitar: James Burton, Johnny Christopher, Charlie Hodge. Bass: Norbert Putnam. Drums: Ronnie Tutt. Piano & Organ: David Briggs, Per-Erik Hallin. Vocals: Kathy Westmoreland, Mary (Jeannie) Greene, Mary Holladay, Susan Pilkington, Voice, J.D. Sumner & The Stamps. OVERDUBS Guitar: Dennis Linde, Alan Rush. Percussion: Rob Galbraith. Piano: Bobby Ogdin. Organ: Randy Cullers. Vocals: Ginger Holladay, Mary Holladay, Mary Cain.
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RELEASES In March 1974 "My Boy" was first released on the album "Good Times", and in January 1975 the song came out as Side-A single (backed with "Thinking About You".
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The master of “My Boy” was lengthened by splicing on a repeat of the last section.
"MY BOY" — LYRICS Songwriters: Bill Martin/Phil Coulter/Claude Francois/Jean-Pierre Bourtayre You're sleeping son, I know But really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy I know it's hard to understand Why did we ever start? We're more like strangers now Each acting out a part I have laughed, I have cried I've lost every game Taken all I can take But I'll stay here just the same Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Sleep on, you haven't heard a word Perhaps it's just as well Why spoil your little dreams Why put you through the hell Life is no fairy tale As one day you will know But now you're just a child I'll stay here and watch you grow Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Yeah, because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Oh, because you're all I have
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THE TAKE 2 Studio Sessions for RCA · December 13, 1973: Stax Studios, Memphis Please, read what Ernst Jorgensen says about the moment "My Boy" was being recorded, and listen to the take. -- The next night Elvis began with a song from his live repertoire, “My Boy,” which had been included in the August Las Vegas show. The song told the traumatic tale of losing a child through divorce, but Elvis wanted to be done with it fast. When Felton pushed for a third take, he exploded: “I told you to get this goddamn thing in two takes. I can’t sing it no more.” Take three was actually better; it lacked the long fade out Felton wanted, but he knew better than to ask for another, confident that he could loop it in mixing to get the effect he wanted. Excerpt: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998) -- So, when I first read this part of Jorgensen's book I hadn't listen to that take yet, but now that I did I don't take Elvis' comment as "he exploded", do you? If that was Elvis exploding, I have to reconsider a lot of the stories about his supposed short-tempered moments. Just saying. He sounded pretty like just casually commenting rather than snapping at Felton like the description of the moment made it look like. Still, I personally think that comment came for a reason, maybe EP was too polite - or too embarrassed - to show how affected by the lyrics of that song he was. Below is the take two alone, if you prefer to go straight to the point go to min. 3:50.
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Elvis and Lisa Marie Presley at Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, TN, on February, 1968. ♥
I must have been the only person in the fandom who hadn't seen this picture before. So cute! I'm meltinnnggg! Is it real? Looks edited, IDK. Anyway, what are your thoughts about Elvis' recording of My Boy? Do you think it had a meaning to him?
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oathkeeperoxas · 1 year ago
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TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 4
Hello my fellow icemav enjoyers, I bring to you more fic recs, freshly harvested from the local fields. If I list an author below, I also recommend checking out their profile for their other works as well!
Rec list 1 here
Rec list 2 here
Rec list 3 here
Where Are You Going by @adiduck
They’ve both heard all the philosophical bullshit, of course. Poems about your soul forever seeking its other half, impassioned treatises they were supposed to read in high school English about how you know where your own limbs are, quotes from long-dead guys about physical distance but hearts taking up the same space--that kind of bullshit. Maverick never put much stock in that kind of thing--he’d hated school. It probably shouldn’t have been surprising that Ice also really did not care about the science or philosophy--they were supposed to be perfect for each other, after all. (Or: There’s a handshake in the O Club the first night of Top Gun, and the very bearing of “magnetic North” shifts permanently under Ice and Mav’s feet)
Soulmate AU!!!!! This is so cleverly put together, the worldbuilding details are delicious and so very excellent, and the characterisation is on point. A very fun and enjoyable read 💖
Polaroid Picture by @betanoiz
man, we used to be brothers. superheroes and warriors. - The story of Maverick and the important relationships in his life, as told through photos.
The author plays with form through the use of pictures in this fic, using them to broaden the story and really show the character's relationships with each other. A very soft landing that hits all the right notes.
Ever Higher by @astolat
Maybe he wouldn’t have thought of it on his own, but soon as he’d heard about it—well, it was fucking obvious, wasn’t it? There was no other way to keep climbing.
I read this the first time, had to sleep on it, then come back to digest it properly. The author fits so much into every single sentence - the plot and the reveal hit you straight to the chest, no room to avoid it.
Mach 4 Mile High Club by @topgunreacts
In a civilian bar off base, Ice finds half-price drinks, trivia, and Maverick. The drinks he's expecting. The trivia he can handle. He isn't ready for Maverick.
This is just pure fun!! The back and forth between Ice and Mav builds deliciously throughout the story, the smut is top tier, and the finale lands just perfectly.
that’s what i love (about sunday) by @gracedbybattle
For the past few years, Ice has gotten used to the silence. But their house isn’t so quiet anymore.
Established icemav and the daggers can be so so good actually!! The domestic fluff here hits all the right notes.
Decent by @lambourngb
Ice was aware of the old adage, 'Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover', but he had seen Maverick fly, and now that they were teaching together, he was pretty sure he had Mav figured out. There were lots of reasons for Mav to be insanely confident; he had movie star looks, he had gifted hand-eye coordination in the sky, and he had no discernible shame trigger. Turns out, probably all of that was true, but Mav had one more reason for his swagger.
I have been converted to the Mav has a big cock agenda. Enough said.
Take the Long Way by @kerbyfullyloaded
Five times Iceman tried to get Maverick to come home and the one time he finally did.
This and it's sequel are so full of satisfying emotion - this author has such an excellent voice for the characters and it very much comes through in the prose!
Centrifugal Motion (Perpetual Bliss) by @brendaonao3
A month after the DADT repeal goes into effect, Ice finally gathers the courage to tell Mav he wants another chance.
The pining! The second chances! The yearning that threads its way through this, oh... so very soft and good 🥺
A Box of Love by @film-in-my-soul
It's black and embossed, a medium-sized thing with a careful label facing outward— Wedding, 2014. Jackpot.
Married icemav my beloved. The established relationship is written so tenderly and well, with an understanding between the two of them that I hold very close to my heart
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esther-dot · 1 year ago
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Idk how attractive jon is supposed to be but he has the stark look and sansa has a thing for the stark look, i mean look at waymar and loras, their descriptions match jon's exactly. Sansa's opinion at the end of the day>>>
I love Sansa’s Waymar and Loras crushes! So cute! I kinda think a good part of what attracts Sansa to any given guy is the romantic notions she can attach to them, not strictly their physical appearance? So while I certainly agree with the Jon and Waymar parallels and think martin intentionally wrote similarities between Jon and her crushes, I believe her romanticized view of knight was a factor as well. Personally, I wish Martin talked about Sansa’s body/ how beautiful she is a lot less, so this isn't a topic I enjoy discussing, but the convo kicked off because of a poll and here’s a screenshot of my totally unremarkable tags:
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And here’s what an angry Jon fan posted because they didn’t like the tags on the poll:
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They go on to criticize other tags by Sansa fans/Jonsas, but mine were based on specific lines from the books because the question wasn’t vibes but canonical beauty, and it so happens, these are lines I am very fond of because I love NedCat:
And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's solemn face. (ASOS, Catelyn V)
It’s a beautiful passage with a lovely sentiment, so I take exception to classifying this as petty fandom shit when there was nothing intentionally insulting behind what I said, I just think Cat's thoughts about a man she dearly loves were pertinent. Also, Jon’s Stark looks are a big R+L=J clue which is teased a lot in AGOT so it’s intentional and important:
The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. "What are you reading about?" he asked. (AGOT, Tyrion II)
Martin described Jon’s face the same way he does Ned’s here, although the point was ha ha! he has the Stark look not because of his father but because of his mother, Lyanna.
Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. (AGOT, Arya I)
Arya heard and whirled around, glaring. "I don't care what you say, I'm going out riding." Her long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful. (AGOT, Sansa I)
Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. (AGOT, Sansa I)
"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her." (AGOT, Arya II)
Now, Ned goes on to say Lyanna is beautiful so a lot of fans really emphasize that and say it means Jon and Arya are/will be attractive, and maybe! It doesn't bother me for people to read it that way, but if you look at the other uses of long face in ASOIAF, or the Stark look, I think it indicates, it's not particularly attractive, and one might even say, it's unremarkable. I didn’t say ugly, its simply unexceptional imo. Obviously the horsey face/horse faced stuff is an insult so we don't have to take that to be a neutral assessment, but I don't think it actually means pretty either, not when you look at how it's used elsewhere.
Anyway, it doesn't matter if Jon is handsome or not because we all were supposed to have already learned that what matters is who he is, not his face. So, while I have no investment in how attractive/unattractive these characters are, I imagine that Jon being Jon is what will make Sansa fall for him, not how pretty he is. Something that might sound kinda like this:
I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's Jon's solemn face
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annabelle-creart · 17 days ago
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Previously on Dear Ancestors...
There was no way they could find the others, and because of the type of signal, they couldn't use the comm links, all of them were now lost on Cybertron
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The triplet landed on an alley, transforming in biped form and walking in the shadows, it was strange to do so now, when they did so, was to joke at Shockwave or just being silly. They never thought one day they had to sneak out for the rest not to be mean to them
"Pred?" Dark touched his shoulder, looking at him with worried optics "what are we going to do now?"
"Ah..." Pred tried to think fast and properly "we... ah, we need a plan, first, we need a place to stay and also we need to search for the rest"
"How? The comm links doesn't work!" Skylynx commented
"We just have to change the frequency of the channel"
"But we don't have tools"
"We will search some! I promise we will found the rest"
"But no one know us"
"I know! But we have to trust a little bit"
"Hello?" A voice frightened them, it was tiny, kind of cute, but not to know from where it was made it weird "are you okay? There was a terrible explosion near here, you come from there?"
"Ah, yes? Who are you?" Pred looked at everywhere, replying in Cybertronian
"Up here" they looked up, it was a sparkling in a window, they didn't seemed afraid, just looked curiously "you're not from here, right?"
"No" Pred got closer to the wall, seeing if he could climb it, but it was too smooth for it
"I can invite you to come"
"Eh? Are you sure?"
"Sure!" The sparkling replied with a big smile "come!" They at first were doubtful, but at their options, they transformed and flied to the window, taking turns to enter on it, the window revealed the room of the sparkling, pretty boring but comfy and blue "I knew the room was enough big"
"Aren't you scared of us?"
"No. You actually look like something I saw on a book" the sparkling took a data-pad from the table "also, my name is Shockwave" the triplet froze for a moment, looked at the blue sparkling, turned around and start murmuring
"That kid is not OUR Shockwave, right?" Skylynx doubted
"Maybe Shockwave was a common name here" Dark said, turned around and asked "hey, hi, am, is Shockwave a normal name in this planet?"
"Sorry?" The sparkling asked "I don't think so, more of the 40% of the planet has code-name instead of name, and I never heard of someone called Shockwave before"
Definitely it was theirs, but, how? It had two optics and a mouth, and he was so cute and tiny! Like, their Shockwave wasn't that big either, or cute
"It is common in this planet for people to has just one optic?"
"What? No! Maybe three or more but one!?" Shockwave said surprised, like if it was obvious for them to know "only REALLY bad people has just one optic!" Shockwave keep searching on his data pad, while the triplet looked at each other, dubious and confused "here it is!" He said, and showed them pictures and letters, Pred could only read a bit of it, and the pictures were draws of predacons "I knew I saw you before! You're predacons! I thought you were extint. But that's great! I have so many questions. How big can you be? What your age? Can you breath fire? There's aquatic or terrestrian like you?! How are you alive?!"
"That's a lot of questions" Darksteel joked
"We were made by someone called Shockwave too" Sky smiled at the kid
"REALLY?!" The tiny bot started to jump and move like crazy "THAT IS MY DREAM!! I ALWAYS DREAMED OF BRING PREDACONS BACK FROM EXTINTION WHEN I BECOME SENATOR. CAN I HELP THAT SHOCKWAVE TOO?! WHERE IS THEY??"
"Really far, kid!" Predaking stopped him, kneeling to meet him properly, damn, he was so tiny "you'll see, we are lost, we are not supposed to be here, and we need a hand"
"Sure I can help!" The kid said excited, but "what's a hand?"
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"Done!" Pred cheered, ready to make the comm link work again thanks to the change of frequency. When suddenly, the door shouted
"Shockwave!" A more adult, deep voice called "I'm back!"
"Damn"
"Just wait here! And don't make any noise!" Shockwave told them and go out of the room, hearing everything clearly thanks to their better audition "Hi, Core! How was your day?"
"Can you low your voice? My processor is killing me" Core replied, his voice wasn't as high-pitched as Shockwave but remained kind
"Oh, sure, how was your day" Shock technically murmured
"That's better. Fine"
"Great, I-"
"If it's about your homework, can we do it tomorrow? I'm really tired. In general, can we pass everything to tomorrow? I promise" Core, in fact, sounded tired
"But you had promised a lot of times before-" Shock tried to say, but a loud crack on the distance was heard first
"What was that?"
"Ah..."
"Shockwave, for Primus sake!" Core's voice became less high and more angry "If you brought another broken clean-bird from the street, I will throw it myself!"
"What? No! I promise is nothing!"
"Shock, get out of the way!" But it was too late, the door was open, Shock froze in fear, but there was no word from Core, even the window was closed
"Eh?"
"It was nothing in fact... what were you hiding before that you didn't wanted me to see?"
"Eh..."
"Pfft, you know, I'm too tired for this. I'll order some food and then I'll see some documents, you know the rule"
"Never go to your office?"
"Good kid" Core didn't close the door and go
"Core?" Core stopped, venting heavily and looking at the kid
"Yes?"
"Do you think someday I will bring predacon's from death?" Shock played with his fingers, he really sounded hopefull
"...we're not having this conversation again" but Core sounded irritated
"But-"
"Shockwave, predacons were monsters! Energon eaters and had no sense of civilization!"
"Onyx Prime was a predacon too!"
"He was a Prime, maybe the only predacon alive to be decent! Shock, you will be senator like me, not a mad scientist"
"I can be both!"
"No, you can't and you will not be! Now accept it because I will not repeat it. Fine?" Core's voice sounded more like a testament than a conversation, and Shockwave felt the weight of Core's judging optics
"Okay" Shock finally said, and Core finally went easily. Shockwave returned to his room, opening the window, with it, a pair of wings and a beak of mouth appeared in front of him, supporting at the window
"Do you know what, Shockwave?" Darksteel told the kid "everything he said was wrong!"
"You think so?" Shock asked, shy and sad
"Are we monsters to you?"
"No"
"That's a good start"
"Between us, little guy" Skylynx did the same Dark did, her sharp car ears all looking at the sky "we are from the future, and Shockwave, the bot who made us, is the best scientist that our planet has"
"Really?!"
"Yes, just the best, and the kindest!"
"And he also is cool and smart" Darksteel told him too
"And he would never treat us like monsters"
Shockwave's optics now were all full of amazement and hope as when they met, was he really capable of all of it? "Really?"
"Yes! Don't give up, little guy. We trust you"
"And thanks for the tools" Dark finished with a wave of servo
"No problem!" Shock waved at them too, then, he remembered something "How can I name you?! When I make you?!"
The triplet looked at the kid, Dark and Sky smiled at him "mine's is Skylynx, this is Darksteel and he is Predaking!"
"COOL NAMES!!"
Core called for Shockwave, and he waved his servo again to later go away
"Pred" Sky called him "you didn't said goodbye-"
"What if Shockwave is a bad person?" Pred throwed, looking desesperately at his twins "you hear the kid, only the worst have one optic"
"Pred, this maybe happened like 1000 million years before we were made," Dark protested "you don't think Shockwave can be bad!"
"Then why everyone out of the island seems to fear him! Or treat him like they do!" Pred throwed his servos to the air and waved his tail "what if he actually did terrible things?! Is the only way I can find to justify why everyone seems to dislike him! What if he is really a bad person? All the secrecy, why he never answer our questions. How many times we had asked him why are we like this?! Does he just wanted to play God or something?!"
"Whatever it is, he treat us like actual people! You can't be mad at the person that raised us!"
"I can!" Predaking took his servo to his helmet, growling in frustration "what if he is just a liar and someone really bad that made harm to others"
"Is this because of what that wolf bot told you?" Sky stepped on, grabbing Pred's shoulder's "Predaking, put yourself together! Whatever Steeljaw told you is completely the opposite of what Shock did this far! He care about us, and our uncles also comfirmed that" she took Pred's cheek, caressing it slowly "I believe that Shockwave love us a lot, despite if he made mistakes"
Pred looked at both, and despite his angriness, his siblings trusted in their creator
Maybe too much
"Let's go" Pred commanded "we have to search for the rest"
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snakegorl212006 · 1 year ago
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SCP headcanons pt2
(how did you meet)
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Scp-682(your a researcher)
You’re normally assigned to Scp that normally wouldn't try to end your life on a daily basis. Everything was fine and dandy until you got a notification for your transfer to be assigned to SCP-682. Now you heard of this scp and are well known about his content ability to break from containment. You were put in a room overseeing his containment and you happened to see him floating about in the acid. Lucky you’re not interviewing him yet so you use this time to make your office space a bit neater. Then you heard a deep growl and the worse part. It was behind you. As soon as you turn to the glass. This overgrown lizard is staring dead at you. He growled at you lowly before heading back to his acidic pool leaving you memorized but terrified.
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Scp-1417( your a regular person)
You don’t have many friends and are pretty lonely.but you were a phenomenal gamer and won many championships. So one day you were scrolling through your phone on the app store to find something new that you haven't installed or reinstalled before. You were scrolling for hours until an app caught your eye ,‘MalO ver1.0.0’. After reading the description you had the idea to install the app and after the first minute after installation you reserved a message. It was a photo of the luxor hotel where you had a tournament for (random game). But there was something about the picture near the Luxor,there  was a dark humanoid figure with a skull head that looks like a canine. It  looks like a furry cosplay if there was a convention. The weird but intriguing part about the photo is how the figure was posed. It was standing up right and was waving or looked like it was saying hey. You couldn’t help but smile at the screen. After a while you fell asleep waiting for a new message from your mysterious friend
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Scp-230 ( your a researcher )
You're a chemist and you were assigned to a case over a new scp that has been contained. You were tasked to retrieve some samples from his skin. You put on a hazmat suit and entered his containment. As soon as he saw you he had a large grin on his face “Hi! You look different from the other doctors that visit me”he said as he observes you “and you must be scp-230 i read your file” you replied “You know me you must be really smart. Oh do you want to play a game?”he asked “I don’t know. I only came here to get a sample of your fluids”you replied “Ohhhhhhh. So like blood or sweat right” he asked “ya exactly like that” you replied “how about we play a game to win my sweat” he offered “...i suppose if it means doing my job-” “exilant lets dance then. Whoever stops first loses'' he said ,cutting you off. He made you do just dance for like 30 minute and he threw the towel “wow dancing takes a lot out of you. You can get your prize now since I'm all sweaty,”he explains cheerfully. You took a sample of his sweat but before leaving he grabbed your suit “you’ll come back right”he asked with a smile. You thought about it and nodded, which made him hug you out of joy. Some security personnel had to help get him off of you.
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Scp-336(your a lose anomaly)
You were an entity that lived in random woods. You were hungry and parched. Out of pure desperation for food and water you broke into a random flower shop and were scouting around the place trying to find something. Then you heard footsteps. To turn to see a pale arabic woman just staring at you. You were about to book it until she held up an apple. You were hesitant but you gladly took the apple and after finishing it you left the building.
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Doctor Alto Clef(your a researcher with anomalies qualities)
You have the ability where you can’t get hurt. If someone tries to injure you, you automatically generate a shield that covers your body. It has proven effective against hostile SCPs and works like a hazmat suit ,and a psychological shield. Now how well does this shield do against 1 too many breaches? Well, what happened was that scp-682 caused a breach which helped scp-076-2 escape his containment which led a series of events and currently the MTF have contained 2 out of the 5 escaped keter class scps. You were currently hiding in a closet clearly not knowing what to do. Then the closest door burst open and a man with a shotgun came in and spots you "you, are you dr.(L/n)" he asked  and you just nod "i was told to find you now let's go" he said as he proceeded to drag you out. Well at least  you got yourself out of that situation
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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 years ago
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hello I quite literally need you to finish your Lila and Alya swap arrival times AU
Going insane over the Lila side so far!!!
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(What if Lila and Alya swapped arrival times) Part 3
-All things considered, Marinette's Hero life is not in as much jeopardy, in fact in season one its arguable that Alya made things harder.
-Ladybug is popular, but info about ladybug outside of Paris is limited, there is no consolidated place for information on whats what. Probably a few pockets on the internet, but no official blogs.
-Marinette's personal life is a bit more rocky. She never told her supposed best friend Lila she's Ladybug. In fact, Lila seems more envious of Ladybug than liking her. She cant tell Lila that SHE like Adrien, because Lila likes adrien.
-Thats when we get into Volpina,
-Adrien finds the book like in Canon, and takes it with him. Meanwhile things are relatively calm. Adrien isnt helping lila since she has been in school since the beginning of the year.
-Marinette finds herself helping the new girl around, Alya Cesaire. She is joining the class, and since Marinette is class rep, it would make sense she had that responsibility. Alya shows herself as quite a nice person and Marinette and her get along really well. Alya complimenting her style.
-Chloé tried to mess with them, but Alya showed she stands her ground just like in canon, with a heroine analogy as well. So thats a plus. They bond pretty quick.
-Of course Lila is calling marinette for something, which Alya notices the strained look on Marinette's face.
-"You okay?"
-"Yea, its just my friend needs something. I should get it to her."
-Alya asks if this is a common trend, but Marinette denies it... it is. It was after a bit that Marinette realizes that she is acting more like an underling than a friend.
-Marinette decides to ignore the call, she is having a fun time with the new girl, if its important than Lila can call again.
-Lila had been rocking a new look, something Marinette had made, and wanted Marinette's help to put the finishing touches. She was planning on asking adrien out.
-Of course, she notices Adrien is absentmindedly looking through a book.
-She sneaks a peek and notices that the pictures look very similar to a certain heroine of Paris.
-But before Lila could go forward asking adrien out. In his rush to get to fencing he agreed to meet her after school... he left the book.
-Marinette managed to finish showing Alya around, right as Lila arrived, focused on her own idea she ignored Alya to tell Marinette what she needed.
-"You want a necklace like that... what is this book?"
-Alya also took a look and noticed some similarities between the book and heroes of paris she heard of.
-Lila managed to shoot some lie about being super close with Ladybug halfhazardly, and Alya thought that was cool, but Marinette knew was a lie but was focused on the book.
-"So can you make it or not?"
-Tikki was watching, and whispered to Marinette to say yes. Surprised by tikki's insistance she went with it.
-Lila asked how long it would take, and Marinette said she wasnt sure, but that she needed the book as reference.
-Lila smiled and left, telling her to try and finish before end of school day.
-After leaving Alya told Marinette that Lila may know Ladybug but she didnt seem that nice.
-"What do you mean?" Marinette more focused on the book, didnt notice Lila's usual harshness.
-Alya told Marinette the honest truth, which Marinette did sort of understand but with her mind focused on leaving to see what tikki wanted with the book. Said that they could talk later.
-Alya decided that SHE would confront Lila about her treatment of Marinette.
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-Marinette takes the book to Fu immediately as per Tikki's instruction. Missing school. But Lila covered for her since she believed Marinette was making her necklace.
-Marinette learns about Fu's backstory and Helps him make copies of the book. Because she needs to get it back to Lila. Though she did wonder how she got the book.
-After school, Lila realizes there is no Marinette in sight and she is ignoring her calls. So she grumbles and Buys a necklace thats... Close enough for her plan.
-Alya investigating Lila after the odd behavior. She is the one that confronts Lila before her interaction with Adrien.
-Lila tries to spin it but Alya knows whats up, she is trying to pretend to be a heroine. And Lila decides okay, enough nice girl.
-Lila threatens to destroy Alya's school life. Turn everyone against her. She would be alone, the weird hero obsessed new girl.
-Alya felt stunned and hurt. And in her frustration Yanked the fox necklace away from Lila, telling her that she isnt letting her have her way.
-Hawkmoth notices and finds he has an interesting new victim.
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xxanaduwrites · 11 months ago
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DOWNFALL (a.b.)
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chapter 1
I believe in miracles where are you from? you sexy thing, sexy thing, you. - you sexy thing, hot chocolate
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RIANNE SOLACE
Never in my life could I ever imagine that I'd be standing in the middle of some randos house. Sipping some random ass colorful drink — that I can't recall ever being pushed in my hand — squashed against other party goers. Listening to — might I add — the worst music I've ever heard.
Might as well just pull off the bandage now, and let you know that I — commonly known by my friends as 'Miss. anti-social — was never a so-called 'party-goer', especially right now. But, Sydney, being oh-so herself, insisted that I lighten up a bit and spend a night out with her. So here I was, completely against my will.
To sum up my experience so far, I'd say it completely blows. I never understood why people in high school enjoyed this endless drinking and squashing out on the floor. Same thing went for college and still applies in my twenties. Sydney always got a kick out of telling people that it was just because I was an 'old soul.' I knew what she meant, but sometimes I was quite certain she was trying to imply that I acted like a grandmother. I mean, hey — it wasn't my fault that her grandmother always set up Rummikub every time we visited. That game equaled my weakness. Truly a competition whenever I'd be around. So, I enjoyed hanging out with Marilyn. Was that such a crime? In Sydney's book, it seemed to be so.
But, I seriously couldn't complain about Sydney. Especially when she'd been there for me in college — wedging her way into my life as someone I could call my best friend. Someone I could trust with the parts of me I hoped no one else could see. So in that respect, I could handle another hour watching Sydney get piss drunk just for the hell of it.
I'd been watching her for the past few minutes, dancing with some dude I never saw before — making sure he wouldn't take her away. I didn't mind it really. It gave me a good excuse to detach myself from the looming crowd and join the other anti-socials against a wall. Or so I thought. Instead I was met with a couple squashed up against the wall, practically hot glued together. I could vomit. So, I took a long swig of my fruity drink and hoped for the best.
The wall felt cool against my back and I readjusted myself to lean a bit more comfortably. The bass from the loud speakers surrounding what was supposed to be a house, but seemed more like a ritsy Better Homes and Gardens rent-a-mansion — truly lodged into my ear canals. So much, that I didn't even notice someone appeared next to me, clearly trying to speak to me but evidently failing.
"What?" I tried to annunciate over the blaring music, blinking my eyes numerous times, hoping I could catch a picture perfect glimpse of the person in front of me. The nauseating spot lights danced in colors against their skin, evading into darkness every beat. I already knew I was failing.
Their mouth moved again, and I paid close attention to their lips. God, it was like a television on mute. I couldn't help but tumble over in laughter. Jesus Christ. I was already hella drunk.
Served me right.
Was the liquid in my glass this bright pink the entire time? Like neon pink? Was I going insane?
Un-hunching myself — if you will — I stood back up, adjusting my hair as if nothing happened. As if I did not just have a laughing fit in front of a stranger. God, I sure hoped this wasn't one of Sydney's big corporate coworkers. I'd just about die on the spot. To sum it all up, Sydney got a pretty good fucking job after college — and when I say good fucking job I mean it. This bitch managed to score an internship that got her sent to the city for a real-adult job, and I ended up tagging along. I guess reading countless Cosmo magazines as a child really pays off because now she is Miss. Scratch-pad-pen-and-paper-journaling-connoisseur.
And then there was me. 
"Woah, woah, are you alright?" The stranger's voice suddenly boomed in my ears. Ah, guess they did work. "Fuck, I didn't mean to freak you out."
"Quite alright," I managed through a hoarse voice. How the fuck were my vocal chords dead when I'd been drinking straight up liquid for the past hour? A mystery to me. "Sorry." I started laughing, like a horse— might I add. God, that was fucking embarassing. "I couldn't hear you."
"You're good." This time I was able to make out that the voice was attached to a man. A very handsome man with a silky accent. Jesus, what the fuck did I drink? "Sorry. I just -" He began, staring off into the crowd. With his figure leaned against the wall next to me, I could finally take him in. He wouldn't look at me as he spoke, but I could care less. Not when I had full range to absolutely gawk at his side profile. He was, in what I could define, as beautiful — feature wise. Button nose, plump curved lips, delicious blonde locks. I was certain any girl would destroy him, absolutely devour him. Why was this beautiful, clean cut, half buttoned up, chest exposed, simple gold pleated chained man, standing next to me? I didn't know. "I don't really know anybody here." He admitted my suspisions quite shyly, his eyes darting all around.
"I don't either," I admitted back, taking another long sip of my drink. Man was I truly drinking this whole scenario in. I truly hoped I wasn't dreaming it all. "I don't want to be here. If you couldn't tell."
"I figured. Classic move." He turned to me, gazing off into the distance, biting on his lip. "Stand off to the side to avoid all the chaos?"
"Precisely," I said, tilting my head to get a better look at him, but he still wouldn't look at me. "Can I suspect that you are doing just the same?"
He adjusted his position, leaning an arm against the wall as he scanned the party. The music turned up a noche at this very instant switching songs, leading him to have to lean forward and ever-so-effortlessly answer in my ear. "You're right on target."
And if I wasn't leaning against a wall right now, I sure as hell would have fallen straight to the floor — my drink going right down with me. I swore his voice demoted an octave, shifting gears to intensify the silkiness laced within his words.
"So," I began, swirling the straw in my drink, fucking up the cute little umbrella that was plopped in there. "Why come?" When I say that was bold — that was bold. Sober me could never, and I mean ever, continue a conversation for the life of me.
His chest constricted as if he was letting out some left over tension. "Didn't have much of a choice."
What that meant, I didn't know, but who was I to ask? "Right." I nodded, chalking it down to that he had to be here just like the rest of us. Well besides me. But, sure did Sydney.
Oh fuck, Sydney!
I was supposed to be watching her, and now I couldn't locate her. God, I hated being short. Even these heels were insufficiante over the shit load of  heads swarming the place like a flock of a million birds or those big ass schools of fish. How did the party intensify in such a short period of time? Or was it longer? Christ, I didn't know. Of course this Greek-fucking-god-ken-doll distracted me from the task at hand. I could only hope it was her coworker Dwayne — nope wait that ain't his name. That was the made up name for him.
Fuck, what was his name? Think Rianne. Brock.
Right, like Broccoli.
I'm sorry, but who the fuck names their son Brock.
Every time I think about him I just see Dwayne the Rock Johnson — hence Dwayne. Sydney with Dwyane the Rock Johnson would be really fucking cool though. Their kids would probably be mini Rocks.
For the love of Christ!
I must have said one of these things out loud, cause Ken suddenly looked at me with complete concern. "What's wrong?"
Detaching myself from the wall, I became acutely aware of the bass that transitioned into my head— a blaring headache imploding from tonight's activities. "I gotta go." Nothing else seemed to matter as I dove into the crowd, but then I felt really bad for leaving Ken all lonesome tonight, so I abruptly turned back around and waved my drink madly. "Have a good night, Ken or Apollo or whatever!"
He looked at me questioningly like I had ten heads, but then his brows relaxed and he unfolded his arms. His finger grazed his lips as he tried to stifle a laugh. Was that a ring on his pointer finger? Yes, I feared it was. He looked like he was giggling like a shy school girl. He was ridiculously cute. With his little feet crossed at the ankles and all. From here I could tell he had on black leather boots and a matching suit — his undershirt drawing a more casual and sexy look. God damn. Wait a second! Was that my little drink umbrella tucked behind his ear? That bastard must have taken it when I wasn't paying attention.
"At least the umbrella will beat the rain!" I called out.
And then he smiled like actually fucking smiled, a laugh drawing right out of him that I could only decipher from the rumbling of his chest.
Focus Rianne.
And then I was whisking into the crowd for my bestest friend who I sure hoped was not being abducted at this particular moment. How would I explain it to Marilyn the next time we played Rummikub?
Hi-ya Marilyn! It is so lovely to see you. By the way, your granddaughter drove off to Vegas or something and got hitched, or maybe she didn't. The world may never know. Let's play!
Skin that I did not want on my body was suddenly there. Boy, did I need a shower. The sticky sweat from others bodies attached on my own like flees as I merged my way into the crowd. It was hot as balls. I already missed my perfect wall next to that suction cup couple and that handsome lifeguard-model. But, I had to stay on assignment. I must stay on assignment.
Like an FBI agent on a mission, I scoped out the area. Channel my inner Dr. Spencer Reid, why don't we? "Has anyone seen a blonde about yay-high! Anyone?" No one responded of course. How could they when they were saturated by the euphoric atmosphere of the party.
And there went my drink.
Right on the floor.
In a puddle, by my feet.
Just Lovely.
Paper towels. A sister needed paper towels, immediately. To the kitchen I went. Diversion of mission, but rightfully so. Where would a kitchen be in this place? I wouldn't know. The future threw up all over it.
After a few minutes of mindless trekking and ripping my heels off after practically being impaled by these ridiculous shoes, I found what appeared to be the kitchen. But instead of finding paper towels, I found Sydney. Thanking my lord and savior. I could have kneeled to the floor and praised Eric Forman like Fez and Kelso did in that one episode of that 70s Show with Midge's whole underwear-sitch.
Eric you truly are a god.
"Syd!" I called, approaching her figure and sat atop a table sipping some neon green drink. Her feet swayed to the music as she giggled and leaned her head on some dude's shoulder. Was that my guy Dwayne?
"Riri!" She hopped off the table. Any other time, my pissed off button would turn on at the nickname. But, drunk me could care less. With a pep in her step, probably from the alcohol and getting completely drunk off of Mr. Broccoli-Rabe. She enclosed me in the tightest hug. "I missed you so much!" Once she broke away, she observed me with utmost concern. "Where've you been? Where'd you go? Oh my fucking God!" Her hands braced my shoulders. "Have you been drinking?"
I shrugged in her hold. "Guilty as charged." I raised a brow. "Now, how'd you figure that out?"
"You're all glowy and shit," she said without a beat of hesitation, wiggling her eyebrows amusingly.
"I could say the same for you." I nodded my head towards the Rock. "Is he treating you well? Cause if not I will rightfully beat his broccoli ass up."
Of course I said that as she was sipping on her drink, and she choked. Bad move. "Broccoli! I can't with you." She vocalized once she was done hacking up a lung. At least her drink didn't shoot out of her nose. Small victories. "Where the fuck do you come up with this shit in that mind of yours?"
"I don't know. It's just in the noggin, ya-know?" Raising my fist to my head I knocked on it in good measure. "All up in that watermelon brain."
"Yep, yeah." She moved back to Broccoli, placing her drink on the table. She whispered something in his ear before latching her lips on him in a heated kiss. Her face flushed when she pulled away. Instead of detaching from him, she dove right back in as his fingers trapped her chin for one last longing kiss.
Disgusting.
I missed you, my umbrella drink.
Finally, she escaped his hold, lacing her arm in mine. "Looks like it's time for us to go home. I have never seen you this drunk."
"I am not thattttt drunk," I defended myself immediately, but didn't break from her hold. She simply nodded her head back and forth and began dragging me along. I turned back around abruptly, suddenly remembering Broccoli. In what world would I ever talk to him? I supposed it was this one. "Good night, Dwayne-Rock-Broccoli!"
"Ri!" Sydney bellowed, her eyes popping out of her head as she stared at me in disbelief. Guess I wasn't allowed to be brutally honest with him yet. Were they not that deep into the relationship?
Whoops.
Guess you could call me a friendly drunk.
All I heard was a 'What the actual fuck?' as we dipped out of the party scene.
"Alright, I'll go call a cab. Can you chill out here by the door for a minute while I go do that and say goodbye to my boss?" She looked at me sternly.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course." I waved her off, staring at the weird glass that was attached to the door frame. This futuristic shit was really fucking weird, but I couldn't lie that it totally mesmerized me.
I noticed now, it was raining. Practically downpouring. Some droplets of rain stuck to that weird ass glass, different specs of color shining against the water. Rain right now wasn't as odd as one would suspect in California. Especially after a long crusty dry drought. But, who was I to comment anyways? This night was weird as it was already. I shivered at the thought of walking through the rain, soaked from the trenches. Syd and I, of course, did not bring a single jacket.
One could have sephiced for the both of us if need be. Just toss it over the heads. Perfect. But, no.
Nothing.
Na da.
Maybe Dwayne had an umbrella or something.
Umbrella dude.
Umbrella dude still has my fucking drink umbrella. That shit would have been perfect. If I ever see that bastard again I will be wringing him a new one for stealing my only form of safety for the night.
But, I won't.
That I knew for sure.
That was all I could remember before everything went black, and I drowned into the trenches, dreaming of a man I just met.
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oh.... yeah, okay Ri. sure....
welcome welcome to the austin butler whore house! welcome home friends.
i really hope you guys enjoy this. i wrote this in a complete spur of the moment, and i am honestly super excited about it. i hope you stick along for the ride. I hope ya love it <3
eric forman being a whole god for your reference purposes:
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see ya soon, xanadu
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okinawa-division · 11 months ago
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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY GIRL!!” Joey cheered as he and Kyler entered the bar, earning a glare from the blonde at his side. “Goddamnit Joey, be louder why don’t you?” Kyler deadpanned causing the detective to pout. The FBI Agnes shook his head and looked at his childhood friend with a smile. “Happy Birthday, Evelyn, sorry it took us this long, we had a case to deal with, I’ll spare you the details.”
“Just know that we may or may not have broken a few traffic laws to get here, also Wataru wanted us to tell you Happy Birthday!” Joey grinned and Kyler furrowed his brows “No he didn-“ “Yep he totally did!” Joey winked and Kyler sighed before gesturing to the presents in his arms, there were three in total. “Don’t think we haven’t gotten you anything, now you can’t say I haven’t done anything for you, go on, take your pick.”
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The first gift was relatively small and inside it revealed to be a figure of…Evelyn? “Oh! That’s my gift! So I know this person that makes figurines and I thought, ‘hey, wouldn’t it be cool to have a figurine of yourself?’ So I got in contact with him to make you a figure, they’re also a huge fan of you so it was a win for us both! Hope you like it!” Joey grinned and gave the blonde girl a quick shoulder hug.
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The second gift was smaller than the first and inside it revealed to be a beautiful bracelet with turquoise stones. This time, Kyler spoke up. “Honestly, this is from Roxie more than it is from me, I don’t know a lot about jewelry or crystals but she said that Turquoise is the…birthstone? Of December, whatever that means but it looks pretty and I thought it would look good on you.”
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The last gift was bigger than the first two and inside it revealed to be a book of some kind with a bedazzled cover filled with rhinestones and a matching pen. Once again, Kyler spoke up but this time he seemed to be more sheepish, “So, you know that ‘thing’ I was working on and couldn’t tell you? Yeah, this is the ‘thing’. I’ll warn you now, my scrapbooking skills suck but I figured you’d appreciate it. If you’re wondering where I got the photos, your mom was more than happy to give them to me. Between her and my mom, I couldn’t tell who had the most photos.”
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Flipping the book open, the blonde model was greeted with a wave of nostalgia as she looked through the memories of childhood and high school adventures she shared with her childhood friend. Watching as tears filled her eyes, Kyler sighed with a fond smile and pulled her into a hug. “Happy Birthday, Eve.”
Happy Birthday Evelyn! 💖
Ace & Rashaad were both in the kitchen of the bar making a cake for Evelyn when Joey's loud and obnoxious voice made its way to their current location, making the bartender clench his subconsciously clench his teeth at his acquaintance's voice, while Ace just frowned.
"I suppose no one ever stressed to him the value of 'inside voices'..." Ace stated, shaking his head.
"Forgive the jab, Master Ace, but I figured you'd be used to that with Miss Rose." Rashaad stated with a smirk as he took off his apron. The diplomat opened his mouth to retort, but anything he wanted to say fell flat as he realized his friend was right.
"...Point taken."
"EEEE!!!"
Both men jumped as the screech of a familiar female voice was heard throughout the bar. Both men sighed as they entered the bar area and looked as the birthday girl in question was looking at a figurine of... herself? Ace looked at in his girlfriend's hands, and even he was amazed at how similar it looked.
"Send me the number and address of the guy who made that," Ace asked Joey, figuring it was him who gave it to Evelyn. "They deserve a bonus for that."
Smiling at her boyfriend's words, Evelyn looked at the scrapbook her childhood friend gave her, and covered her mouth in surprise at the pictures inside. She felt her eyes get wet as she stared at them, her childhood and teenage years coming back to her. Hugging Kyler tightly, she told him and Joey to 'wait' before she quickly departed upstairs. A minute or so later, she came back down with a camera in her hands. Gathering all the men present, she quickly assembled them together and held her camera up in the air, taking a photo of them.
"Another one for, like, the scrapbook!"
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promiscuouspomegranate · 1 year ago
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could we get more on ezra? his character seems interesting and i wanted to see more of him in the oneshot! IT WAS STILL REALLY FOOD THOUGH !!
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Me fucking rambling
TWs: Bullying, harassment, self harm, physical violence, stalking, manipulation, unstable home life, Lenore isn’t a good person, and Ezra just sucks.
(I hoped someone would ask for more because I focused on adjectives and “Oo, this sounds pretty” more than the plot… erm.. my bad 💀)
When Ezra was nine–maybe ten, he can’t remember anymore–he witnessed his dad strike his mom across the face. His dad cussed her out over a minor inconvenience and then left her alone to go for a drive. His mom needed her “beautiful boy” to hold and coddle with saccharine affections. She whispered in Ezra’s ear, “You are far kinder than your dad… Never turn out like him, Ezra.” Ezra’s father came home an hour later with a bouquet of roses, and he heard his parents kiss from his room. At that age, Ezra took to heart the interaction and prayed that God helped him flourish in love the way his parents did. God never answered his prayers, but the devil did.
When Ezra was twelve–he could never forget the moment–he felt his childhood friendship with you change. You were starting to flourish and grow in ways he never knew someone could. Your mother had passed away, your father became a deadbeat, but you managed to thrive in your miserable conditions. He viewed you as someone capable and strong.
You ruined his perception when he heard you sobbing at the pond. You were crying for your mom to come back. That’s not what you were supposed to be like. You were meant to prevail by yourself. He already has to take care of his poor mother, now you?
The next day at the cafeteria, Ezra handed you a packed lunch from his mom. He waited for you to thank him and swoon–maybe confess your love if you felt like it–but you were so ungrateful. You hoarsely muttered, “I don’t need this, but thanks.” That’s definitely not how you were supposed to react. Weren’t you needy? You needed him. Stop being so confusing.
Your pessimistic attitude and nihilism–as philosophical as a middle schooler gets–were apparent to others. You arrived late to your classes, you cried in the bathroom stalls, and you were no fun to be around. People used to show false sympathies and whisper amongst each other, “Oh, poor thing, I hope they brighten up soon.” Even teachers pitied you and would murmur in the lounge between gas station cigarettes, “Can hardly believe what it’s like to be so young and lose your mom. I knew her well before she passed, lovely thing. Such a shame she didn’t pass her optimism to her child.”
You first experienced bullying when Ezra, enraged by your unwillingness to acknowledge you needed him, spread a rumor about you freshman year. A tale so disgustingly detailed and grotesquely exaggerated, it just had to be true. He told others in a hushed whisper in the band room you caused your mom’s death, whether willingly or not, he left for people to interpret. The car accident was your fault; you told him in tears, “Couldn’t handle hearing complaints about your father anymore. You snapped and lost her in a second.”
He showed them pictures of you in the hospital and old diary entries about your mother. Soon, people felt revolted by his lie and found you guilty of your mother’s death. Rumors stacked, and suddenly, you were getting things thrown at you in class; people would fight you when you least expected, and you were violently bullied and belittled by everyone.
Ezra realized his plan was working when he overheard a group of girls gossiping, “Bet they miss their mom so much they’re trying to join her in the afterlife. Someone saw them cutting themselves in the bathroom… like; get a fucking life, honestly. I knew them in middle school, and they always had a horrible vibe, y’know?”
Yet, not everyone believed Ezra’s story. The school’s book club knew a plot hole when they saw one, and there were quite a few in Ezra’s rumor. The polished president of the club, Lenore, extended a hand and invited you to her group. She would defend you when one of Ezra’s friends harassed or threatened to hurt you. Although her reputation was battered and she became a target, she stuck with you.
At a snail's pace, your personality resurfaced, and your mind soothed itself. By senior year, you laughed alongside your friends, defended yourself from verbal altercations, and debunked Ezra’s rumor. Only Ezra’s friends believed it, and many had apologized to you for their actions.
Yet, the wound was still bleeding, and you could only apply bandaids to patch it. Yes, your depression faded, but it persisted. Yes, you could walk in the hallways without getting your hair dragged, but you still faced violence. Yes, you had a friend group and a fantastic soul to defend you, but Ezra was still there. Why couldn’t he leave you alone? You used to be friends.
Lenore tried to patch your grief with positivity and smother sorrow with her sweet smile. Lenore would hold you close and whisper, “I’m here for you. Isn’t that all that matters? You have someone to look after you.” In contrast, Ezra would open wounds and stab you with words. He’d always repeat, “Just give up, fisheyes. Some people will always know the truth that you’re a murderer.”
tbh I’d move to Wisconsin in this situation and make cheese for a living !?
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oldfangirl81 · 1 year ago
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Brightside, Chapter 1
Fandom: Teen Wolf, 9-1-1: Lone Star
Rating: Mature but don't go beyond canon violence
Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Summary: One week before Iris goes missing Carlos is assigned a new partner that is a transfer from California. He is a bit of an odd one.
(this will also become a fix it for S4 finale)
Notes: Spoilers for S4 of Lone Star and Teen Wolf Movie in only that Eli Hale exists. I decided Carlos should have some different back-up. And another character to vent my annoyance about Detective Grier through. Derek and Stiles are pre-slash for a while, it is complicated. Stiles knows Eli exists but hasn’t met him, only talked on the phone. And I like magical overpowered Stiles so keep that in mind. Gabriel Reyes was a human born into a pack, he gets tapped by the Texas Rangers when there are supernatural cases. In my world pink wolfsbane is a bit like poison ivy to wolves, irritation and rash causing.
Inspiration: Brightside by Halestorm
Fake a smile, And self-destruct, Count it down, Four, three, two, one, I'm over it, All the bullshit, And this fucked up world, I'm living in, Where everything, I'm choking on, Is supposed to help, And keep me hanging on, Yeah, ain't it fun, So enjoy the ride, 'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
So I keep looking, On the bright side of life, 'Cause it only gets darker, We all need something to keep believing, So I keep looking, On the bright side of life
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Stiles frowned as he was about to brush his teeth for bed. The protection spell on his new partner Officer Reyes was triggered, it indicated a head injury that could have been fatal without him having tipped the balance. What in the world was the other man up to. He should be at home snuggled up with that hot paramedic fiance of his. Then Stiles sighed realizing that maybe Carlos Reyes was a little less by the book than he’d originally thought. If someone thought a person he cared about was lying Stiles would be investigating in his off time. Stiles was just glad he hadn’t got in pjs yet as he grabbed his keys to go rescue Carlos.
It didn’t take Stiles long for him to arrive at the neighborhood they’d found Iris earlier. Closing his eyes focusing on narrowing down Carlos location. Stiles shouldn’t have been surprised it was the house that looked pretty and perfect. Those houses always did seem to hide the worst sins inside. Knocking on the door Stiles could sense two life signs in the house currently. After a moment he heard steps towards the door and an older woman opened the door. Her eyes widened upon spotting the man’s police uniform.
“Hello, Officer. It is very late. What seems to be the problem? I was just about to go to bed.” The woman was trying to appear calm but Stiles could clearly see signs of anxiety.
“You have two choices, hard or easy.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh I’m pretty sure you do. Easy means you quietly let me arrest you and allow me to give aide to my partner. Then we all three wait patiently for the rest of APD to come arrest you and…” Stiles paused for a moment glancing at a picture on the wall behind her. “your son for all your dirty deeds, finally get some justice for his many victims. Or I can do it hard way. You won’t like that.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you don’t have a warrant.” She swallowed hard not letting this young officer trick her into harming her son.
“See, I don’t need one when an officer is in distress. You took my partner. Both his fiance and I would like him back without further harm. NOW.” Stiles channeled a bit of Sourwolf’s attitude as he stepped into her physical space cause her to back up. Slamming the door behind Stiles threw up perimeter wards so that the killer couldn’t sneak up on him.
“Get out of my house! You are going to upset Darryl.” She tried to open the door to push Stiles back out.
“Oh? That would make my day. I love upsetting killers who target weaker members of society for their prey.”
She tried to physical attack Stiles head on in desperation. It didn’t take him long to slap restraints that had been made with mountain ash just in case.
“That was very dumb.” Stiles pushed her to walk into the kitchen where he felt Carlos showing signs of coming back to consciousness. “What is your name?”
“Trudie. You are very rude.”
“Oh no, a serial killer’s mother thinks I’m rude. My fragile self-esteem will never recover.” Stiles pushed her into a chair and used a bit of magic to keep her stuck there until he released it. Now he felt more comfortable focusing on Carlos who was starting to groan in pain. “Oh good the dumbass who didn’t think to get back up in the form of his partner is alive.”
“Stilinski?” Carlos tried to figure out what was happening. Last he remembered was discovering the tunnel that the person who abducted Iris could have escaped through. “My head is killing me.”
“That is to be expected since Old Mrs Bateman hit you in the head with a shovel at least once before dragging you into the kitchen. I’m not sure how many times she probably knocked your head into the wall too.” Stiles looked over at the woman who didn’t say anything but she was crying silently. Stiles touched Carlos using a bit of magic to heal Carlos enough so that his pain would be less but not enough to raise suspicion of not being injured enough. “I really don’t want to get assigned a new partner. I might not like them as much as you. So in the future...CALL ME FOR BACK UP BEFORE GOING INTO A POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS SITUATION!”
“Uh, sorry?” Carlos was unsure how to react. He didn’t think his new partner liked him much. Stilinski talked a lot but rarely actually said something. And Stilinski was either extremely professional or a sarcastic shit to everyone. Almost everyone. Carlos did over hear a phone call on their first shift where Stiles was genuinely nice to who ever was on the other end.
“Yeah, not good enough. But I’ll let your fiance really lecture you on not risking your life when there is help available.” Stiles grabbed his knife slicing the restraints from Carlos hands and feet. “Stay put because I don’t know what other damage she did.”
“Is she the one who abducted Iris?” Carlos now remembered why he acted so brashly in the first place.
“No, she is just mommy dearest to the killer. And like a good mom she was cleaning up his mess by doing away with you.” Stiles sighed. “I’m calling it in because we’ll need both locations searched because we don’t know how long he has been active. And we know there is at least one body in this house.”
“W-what?” Trudie gasped. She was certain the pantry door was closed at the moment. But that was exactly where the other cop walked over too and opened it. Darryl’s latest victim fell out with a soft thud.
“It is over, lady. I’d stay quiet until you talk to a lawyer at this point if you are just going to keep denying reality. You shouldn’t have fucked with my partner.”
“How rude!”
“Fuck off. You covered up numerous murders and attacked my partner. I don’t give a flying fuck about how my language upsets you.” Stiles glared at her before calling Ranger Reyes directly. “Gabriel, we have a problem.”
Carlos eyebrows climbed up as heard his father’s voice over the phone. How the hell did his new partner know his dad enough to have number programmed into the phone.
“Dad and you can now complain next time about your kids not getting back up and getting abducted.” Stiles held the phone away from his ear as Gabriel yelled.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY SON WAS ABDUCTED!?! HE WASN’T EVEN ON SHIFT TONIGHT!”
“Dude, would I be calling you so casual if he was still in danger? He has a bit of a head injury that might need stitches but I got here before worse happened. On the positive side he did break a serial killer case that APD was dismissing because of the victims. If you can notify the officials channels and send paramedics too. The killer is Darryl Jones. His mother Trudie Jones is the one who abducted Carlos because he was dumb enough to explore a crime scene after hours without backup.”
Carlos cringed at Stiles glared at him while tattling to his dad. It was a good thing he was to old to be grounded.
“Yeah, I’ll call his man. I haven’t yelled much. Figured TK deserves that privilege.” Stiles nodded at something Carlos couldn’t hear before hanging up.
“You know my Dad?” Carlos wonders if he woke up in another reality. Stilinski hadn’t mentioned at all this week knowing Gabriel Reyes.
“Long story I can tell you later when we don’t have an audience. Now what is TK’s number?”
“Who is TK?” asked Trudie sniffling.
“His paramedic fiance.”
“Oh weddings are lovely. I’m sure she is beautiful.”
“TK is a guy. But is hot.” Stiles shrugged at the glare Carlos gave him.
“Oh I do love The Gays.”
Stiles blinked before just shaking his head staring at Carlos who rattled off the number.
“Hello?” The phone had only rang twice before TK picked up.
“TK? This is Officer Stilinski.”
“Oh god. What happened to Carlos? He was supposed to be off already.” It was clearly TK was going through worst case scenarios. It made Stiles want to kick Carlos in the shin hearing the worry but the man was injured enough.
“Deep breath, TK. Your fiance is a certified dumbass but he’ll be okay. I’m just not sure what time he’ll be getting home. It depends how long it takes the Rangers and APD to clear us from the scene. He is injured but not to serious, he might need some stitches.”
“WHAT?! Can I talk to him?” TK was throwing on shoes and grabbing keys planning to head out once he knew where to go.
“He was hit in the head with a shovel at least once. Officer Reyes decided it would be a good idea to investigate where Iris Blake was found without backup.” Stiles handed over the phone to Carlos.
“Babe?”
“Hey TK, look I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
“Carlos, I was upset but I also shouldn’t have gone to see Iris without talking to you first. But Babe, how did you get hurt? And I’m coming to you.”
“TK, no, you don’t need too. I’m not that hurt. And Officer Stilinski is watching me closely until everyone else arrives. He called my Dad.”
“He knows your Dad?”
“I know Owen too.” Stiles commented looking up from examining a cupboard that was making Trudie very anxious. He frowned sensing something with his magic before turning to the older woman. “Seriously? You seriously let your son store his serial killing trophies in your kitchen? Gross.”
“Carlos, did he just say serial killer? YOU WERE ATTACKED BY A SERIAL KILLER?”
“No, I was attacked by a serial killer’s mother. I guess. I’m not fully sure where a serial killer came into this honestly. I was unconscious for a bit. But I’m serious TK, you don’t need to come all the way over here. Just wait until I know which hospital I’m getting dragged too.”
“Too late, I’m already in the car on my way to you. Are you really okay at the moment?”
“Yeah, I promise. I guess I’ll see you in a bit then.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“Love you too.” Carlos handed the phone back to Stiles. “Do you know everyone in Austin?”
“Nah, I met Owen a long time ago in New York. I haven’t talked to him since I arrived.” Just then Stiles felt someone cross his wards. “Did you call your son earlier?”
Trudie pressed her lips together without saying anything.
“Stilinski, talk to me, what is wrong?” Carlos started trying to move but his balance was slightly off.
“Stay. I have this handled.” Then Stiles eyes got even wider. “Wait. Well fuck. So Carlos what do you know anything about your Dad’s family?”
“Is now really the time to ask me ice breaking questions?”
“I mentioned it for a specific reason. I need to know how freaked out you are going to be if I start throwing magic around.”
“Are you sure that you weren’t the one hit with a shovel?”
“Cute. No. But we have a werewolf attempting to sneak past my wards.”
“Werewolves aren’t real. I don’t see you having any silver weapons.”
“Silver comes from a mistranslated text a long time ago. There was a family who became notorious for killing werewolves, their last name meant silver. However I am going to hand you the gun with wolfsbane bullets. Shoot if he gets to close to you.” Stiles could tell Carlos still thought he was delusional.
Trudie gasped when this cop seemed to know what her son was already. He also seemed more than ready to kill or injure her baby. Trudie tried to make a sound to warn her son but found her voice wouldn’t work. She glared at the cop she had heard called Stilinski.
“Oh fuck you, like I thought for a second you wouldn’t warn your demon spawn the moment you had the chance.” Stiles shifted again sensing the man coming in a back window.
“Stilinski, this is crazy. Werewolves and magic aren’t re-”
A roar was heard as the door flew open there stood a man. But he was a bit more than just a normal human man. He had claws, fangs and glowing blue eyes. Carlos had the safety off the gun before he registered what he was doing.
“Hey, Reyes, this is a positive. He isn’t an alpha werewolf, just a pathetic beta.” Stiles knew those words would cause Darryl to snap further.
With a roar the man launched himself at Stiles who had picked up a cast iron skillet. Even Carlos had to wince at the sound it made connecting to the werewolf’s skull.
“Bad doggy, no treats for you.” Stiles brought the frying pan down two more times for good measure knowing how tough wolves could be.
“What the hell,” Carlos couldn’t but whisper.
“As I said our killer was a werewolf.”
“You killed my boy!” Trudie started sobbing able to speak again now that her son was unconscious.
“He isn’t dead. Just unconscious. He’ll recover unless he attacks again. Then he goes down for good.” Stiles growled, his flashing red briefly.
“Are you a werewolf too?” Carlos couldn’t believe he was seriously concede ring that werewolves were real.
“Nope. I’m a Spark.”
Trudie gasped in horror. Oh no, what had she done. Her father always taught her to avoid Sparks but especially avoid angering Sparks.
“What’s a spark?” Carlos asked glancing over at the woman and then Stilinski.
“I am.” Stiles smirked but then his phone rang. Cursing softly he answered the call. “Hey Derek, what’s up?”
“Really?” Derek’s sigh was loud. “Are you okay? I felt you tap into the pack bond a minute ago but it felt more annoyance than fear or anger.”
“I’m fine, Derek. I guess I just wanted a little reassurance when I took down a beta with a frying pan.”
“Are you turning into Flynn Ryder?”
“Derek, serious question but when did you watch Tangled? And why didn’t you watch it with me?”
“Eli made me watch it a couple of years ago. And I didn’t know I was supposed to not watch any movies without you.”
Stiles pouted for a moment before hearing sirens coming closer. “Look, I gotta go. The situation isn’t a code red any longer. I’ll call you later to fill you in, okay?”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“No, you can wait to fill us in when we get to Austin.”
Stiles paled looking more than a bit panicked at that. “What do you mean when ‘we’ get to Austin? Why are you coming to Austin and who is ‘we’?”
“I’ll talk with you in the morning, Stiles. Goodnight.”
“Don’t you. Goddammit he hung up on me. I am sprinkling pink wolfsbane in his underwear drawer.” Stiles made a note in his phone.
“Was that your boyfriend?” Carlos asked waiting for the sirens to finally reach them. “He sounded worried.”
“Not my boyfriend.” Stiles sighs frowning trying to figure out why Derek would come to Austin and who would he bring with him. “It is a very complicated thing.”
“Carlos? Stiles?” Gabriel came running in through the open door with his gun drawn.
“Hey Gabe, you are going to need to take charge of the scene right away. We have a serial killing wolf whose human mother helped cover up his decades long crimes. She is the one who abducted Carlos.”
Gabe paused glancing down at the unconscious killer before giving his son a once over for any serious injuries. He had never really wanted Carlos to become involved in the violent side of the supernatural world. Carlos only ever really had interacted with the mystical side of the Reyes family. Granted Carlos didn’t know they were actual mystical and not just strangely superstitious.
“Hey Dad.”
“Hey Carlitos, I am sure you have questions. I’m sorry this is how you found out about the full spectrum of my job. I never wanted this for you.” Gabriel secured Darryl with werewolf proof cuffs.
“THAT IS MY FIANCE IN THERE AND I AM A PARAMEDIC. I KNOW HE IS INJURED NOW LET ME PAST!” An impressive growl from a human could be heard.
Stiles stuck his out to where the patrol officer was trying to get TK to leave. “Let him in. I don’t know where the ambulance is but he can examine Officer Reyes while we wait. The scene is safe currently.”
TK rushed into the kitchen falling to his knees by Carlos seeing the blood still flowing from the cut on his forehead. “Babe?”
“Hey TK, it really isn’t that bad. You know head injuries look worse than it is.”
Stiles snorted knowing how much worse it could have been without his added protection. He stepped back to fill Gabriel in on what he had discovered since the initial phone call. Now earlier in the day Stiles had not had the pleasure of meeting Detective Grier by a quirk of chance. But her luck had just ended as she walked into the room.
“Oh hell no.” Stiles hauled off and punched her, the nose breaking satisfyingly under his fist.
“WHAT THE HELL OFFICER STILINSKI?” yelled both Carlos and TK.
Trying to stop her nose from bleeding. “Lovely to see you again, Stiles. How is your pup these days?”
“Fuck you. What are you doing working in Austin? The Calveras are not friendly with other hunting families.”
“Stiles?” Gabriel frowned trying to figure out what he missed.
“Her married name is Argent. She is Stefano Argent’s widow and former partner.”
“Detective Grier, is this true?” Gabriel was livid that there was an Argent in Austin that nobody knew about.
“What does it matter to you?” The Detective was frustrated that someone knew her past. She had ignored protocols for entering the terriotory for a reason.
“Maybe because he also thinks a murderous witch like you shouldn’t be on APD?”
“I was protecting people. I followed the code.” She glared at Stiles like he was a cockroach she wished to smash.
“Bullshit. The only Argents that ever followed the code was Alison and Chris. And even that is arguable.”
“We will be talking later, Detective Grier but for now get the hell out of my crime scene and case. I’ll be talking over the serial killer case that you had dismissed.” Gabriel couldn’t help but wonder if Grier had taken Iris seriously if his son wouldn’t have to had to pull such a risky move to prove Iris was telling the truth.
“I take it that it would be pointless to try to press charges for assault?” She glared at Stiles.
“Be my guest. I can always go back to bounty hunting.” He crossed his arms not amused. He would call Danny later and have him do a deep dive because why was she in Austin too.
She let out a huff of annoyance and stormed out of the house.
“Did you really have to punch her?” asked Carlos while TK was trying to clean his head wound with the kit he brought with him.
“Oh trust me, she deserves a hell of a lot more. I know of at least one orphan because of her hand.” Stiles looked at cast iron skillet with longing.
“What in the hell is going on?” TK could tell there was a lot going on that he didn’t have enough of the pieces to make a picture with.
“Focus on taking care of Carlos right now, TK. Then later Stiles and I will come over to your house to explain everything.”
“You should ask Owen to come too. He knows some of it.” Stiles said reluctantly. The problem was once Owen knew then Stile’s Dad would also know which department he is attached to now. They hadn’t talked in over a year after their last fight. Any further discussion was put on hold as paramedics had arrived. So had Gabriel’s special team for the forensics and to take the suspects into custody. It was a busy next couple of hours for everyone. Especially since several couldn’t stop their minds from being focus on other things.
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