#jack russell one shot

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Werewolf By Night by Derek Landy and Fran Galán. Cover by Corin Howell. Out in September.

"AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE! In the shadows of black-and-white night, Jack Russell races to halt the sacrifice of a young girl at the hands of monsters. Elsa Bloodstone, in all her colorful monster-hunting glory, isn’t far behind. But can they put their differences aside long enough to save the day? And what would such a partnership even look like?"

[shhh-no-ones-home]

black magic jack russell x reader

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guess who watched werewolf by night finally!!!! this man is stuck inside my brain. we love some scared puppy/wet cat energy!!

based on the lyric: "I guess a big bad wolf is afraid of the cat"

Song: black cat bone by the haxans

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I awoke suddenly, a sharp Inhale of air forcing it's way into my lungs as I came back to life. I smiled to myself in the darkness, reaching my hand up and tapping my sharp claws against my coffin lid. It was Halloween once again. The time when the dead can roam and monsters play free. In one swift push against the latch and the door swung up and open. I could feel my pupils getting thinner as the sun light hit my eyes, pouring in from the windows of the crypt.

I could hear howling in the distance already and looked forward to the bleakness the evening had to offer. I sat up slowly, moving to lift myself out of my resting place. The webs in my hair fell softly against my face as I jumped down from the pedestal, landing on my feet with a clack from my heeled shoes. I looked up quickly as the door to the crypt opened, a small-framed man stepping inside, breathing frantically. He seemed to be running from something. I watched him through the thin rays of light as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the bow locked door.

"You won't find much help from the dead."

I said and he jumped, grabbing for the door again but stopping to weigh his options.

"And what about the living?"

He asked, half turned away from me. I could tell he wanted to run but he still wasn't sure if what was on the other side of that door was worse.

"You won't find them here."

I said with a laugh, placing my hands firmly against my hips and shifting my weight to one foot. He drew his brows.

"If you are not living then what are you doing?"

He cocked a brow and turned more to face me, his hand still on the door handle. I sighed and smirked at him.

"Most would say dying..."

He held his breath.

"And are you?"

"Am I?"

He cleared his throat.

"Dying I mean."

I huffed a laugh.

"Been there. Done that."

He dropped his hand slowly.

"So you know what's out there?"

He asked and I drew my brows.

"Freedom I was hoping."

He sighed.

"Hunters. If you even know what that means."

He dropped his shoulders in defeat. I smiled at him before cracking my knuckles.

"I take it you were the mutt I heard earlier. And here you were, kind enough to bring me a new toy to play with."

I started towards him and he shifted to the side quickly. I could hear his heart rate quicken as I passed him to open the doors. My eyes rolled back as the fresh air hit my cold skin. I could feel the blood starting the pump through my veins. I could smell them. The hunters were close, stalking like they usually did.

"What is your name mutt?"

I asked, turning to look at him as he peered around the door at me.

"J-jack."

He stammered, the hunter getting closer. My eyes flashed white as i theard him charging at me.

"Thank you Jack."

I said, snarling, and turning around quickly. I grabbed the blade of the sword flat between my palms as the hunter thrusted towards me.

"over Here!"

He shouted before I ripped the weapon from his hands.

"Tag."

I whispered, pushing my hand up into his throat, forcing my nails through his trachea. He dropped instantly, the blood pouring out into the grass beneath him. I looked up and to the right as I heard a twig snap. Another man came running after me, launching and axe my direction. I stepped to the side, watching it hit the tree across the way and ducking as he came at me with his fist fully loaded.

"You're it."

I said, punching him square between the shoulder blades, hearing his spine crunch. He screamed out in agony as he fell to his knees.

"Monster."

He accused through gritted teeth. I stepped towards him, straddling his feet as I stood behind him. He was struggling to catch his breath with his back stuck arched in place.

"I know you are."

I said softly before slicing my nails across his throat and pushing him to the ground beside his fellow hunter.

"Watch out!"

I heard from behind me. I spun around quickly but it was too late. I was having a dagger shoved through my collar bone by a third hunter.

"Does no one understand the rules of tag?"

I said annoyed, pulling it out of my chest, looking at the Inky black goo that covered the knife. He looked at me horrified.

"You're evil."

I sighed angrily, shoving the dagger through his eye socket and watching his face twitch. His mouth hung open as he groaned, collapsing. I relaxed as I heard jacks heart rate slow, guessing that was all of them.

"Thank you."

I heard his voice softly, as he stepped out into the open. His eyes were dark and set back. His suit was a deep green and his teeth were crooked. But his smile was nice. Genuine. He was handsome. For a mutt.

"For what?"

I asked harshly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"For saving me."

I raised a brow and smiled.

"Thanks for bringing me some entertainment on this fine Halloween evening."

I said a little snarky. He stepped forward and held his hand out for me to shake.

"Let's start again shall we? I'm jack, a-uh, a werewolf."

I obliged and shook his hand.

"Y/n, skin changer, cat, witch, etc, etc."

I said and he laughed, which I gladly shared a sentiment in.

"Impressive, terrifying, awe-inspiring . Someone with many hats I see."

I could feel what little blood I did have rise to my cheeks. I nodded, dropping my hand back to my side.

"Dead as well, I suppose I need to add to the list."

He got quiet and his smile shrank.

"You were woken."

He said knowingly and I nodded.

"I have till midnight."

He looked to the sky ,the sun had began setting.

"Well then y/n, if you don't mind me asking, may I make this Halloween a little more interesting?"

I smiled and laughed.

"More? Interesting?"

He laughed as well, looking to the ground as he crunched a few leaves under his boot.

"I know this place, a dance as it were, where a few monsters go on Halloween. If you would care to accompany me."

He held his hand out for me to take and I gladly took it, minding my nails as not to hurt him.

"A cat and a dog together?"

I joked and he cracked a wide smile.

"Oh no, what will everyone think?!"

My eyes lit up.

"I would like that jack, I could use some company. For the first time in a long time."

He smiled widely and guided me towards the entrance of the cemetery.

"It would be my pleasure cariño."

[bluemoonperegrine]

Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

@oddbunny suggested that Jack's S.O. calls him "awooo" as a silly nickname, and a plot bunny was born.

This bit of fluff is set in the MCU crossover universe I've been constructing on AO3. All you need to know to follow this is:

Elsa and Jack have been mated for about five months.

They've effectively been joined at the hip the whole time.

They have a small house with lots of land in the high desert near Sedona, Arizona.

They have a BMW motorcycle that they've used to travel the continental U.S.

[vampyre-rat]

sam and dean winchester

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Toto Wolff with wife reader. Feat their son, Jack. I've seen teams do a fan forum for races and I would like to request one. She had been invited along with Lewis and George and of course Toto to the stage (like the one in Silverstone) and just answered fans questions. I know that sometimes they throw things (I saw one with Toto trying to catch or failing to catch something🤣🤣) And them being the cutest couple. Him giving her heart eyes, her blushing, fans teasing for kisses👀 Anything. Tag me later! Thanks!! :))

The sun cast a warm glow over the Silverstone paddock, creating a shimmering backdrop as the crowd buzzed with energy. It was an eventful day, and the atmosphere was electric. The stage, lined with banners bearing the iconic Mercedes logo, was set for a special interaction with fans. You stood at its centre alongside Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, and Toto, your husband, whose presence always stirred excitement among the fans.

“Alright, everyone,” Lewis said, a wide grin on his face as he scanned the crowd. “Let’s hear those questions!” The fans cheered in response, a sea of raised hands waving enthusiastically.

A young fan at the front raised a microphone. “This question is for Mrs. Wolff,” she began, eyes bright with anticipation. “What’s the best thing about being married to Toto?”

A ripple of laughter passed through the crowd. Toto glanced at you, a playful smirk curving his lips as the spotlight settled on you. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling a subtle blush rise to your cheeks.

“Oh, where do I start?” you teased, earning a delighted roar from the audience. “I’d say it’s the way he’s always so calm and collected—except when he’s yelling into the radio,” you added, feigning a serious look that cracked into a smile as Toto let out an exaggerated groan.

“Guilty,” he admitted, shrugging as Lewis and George chuckled beside him.

The session continued with light-hearted questions and stories. George shared an anecdote about Toto’s impeccable timing during practice, while Lewis reminisced about their first Silverstone victory together. Then, without warning, a playful shout came from the crowd.

“Catch, Toto!”

A white blur sailed through the air. Toto instinctively reached out, fingertips brushing the fabric before it tumbled past him. He broke into laughter, shaking his head as Lewis bent down and picked it up. The object was revealed to be a t-shirt, emblazoned with a large, grinning image of Toto’s face and the words “I Have It Printed Out” in bold lettering.

The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter. “That’s brilliant,” George said, turning the shirt for the audience to see. You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, eyes crinkling with mirth.

“Looks like you’re a walking meme, Toto,” Lewis teased, nudging him lightly.

“Oh, don’t I know it,” Toto replied, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. He turned to you, holding the shirt out with an exaggerated flourish. “Do you want to keep this as a gift, darling?”

You reached for it, the crowd chanting in unison: “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The chant grew louder, blending with laughter and whoops. Toto’s eyebrows shot up, and he glanced at you with a gleam of mischief. “Well, the people have spoken,” he said.

Your blush deepened, but you couldn’t help smiling. Leaning in, you pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek, the gesture met with thunderous applause and whistles. Toto’s eyes lit up, softening with unmistakable affection as he turned to face you fully, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten.

“You two are too cute,” Lewis said, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to wipe a tear.

George laughed. “No wonder they throw shirts at you, Toto. They know who the real star is.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Toto said, his voice low but warm, eyes still locked on yours.

The next question came from an older fan in the back. “Toto, do you ever feel nervous when your wife is up there with you?”

Toto’s expression softened further. “Every day,” he answered sincerely, earning a collective “aww” from the crowd. “But in the best possible way,” he added, turning to you. “She’s my strongest supporter and my fiercest critic, all in one. And seeing her out here, sharing this moment, makes it all even more special.”

For a moment, the event paused in an unplanned silence, filled with the warmth of genuine emotion. You reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly as the crowd watched, eyes glistening with admiration.

“Okay, before we all start crying here,” Lewis said, breaking the moment with a grin, “next question!”

The session continued with the same playful energy, with fans firing off questions and sharing laughs with their racing heroes. But the moment on stage between you and Toto lingered, a reminder that amidst the roar of engines and competitive spirit, there were human stories filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams. And today, under the sun and in front of thousands of fans, those stories shone as brightly as the Silverstone track itself.

@pear-1206

[ginnsbaker]

puppy love

Summary: Set in the ILGOSS Universe: On a whim, after a conference just outside Manhattan, you stumbled into a nearby shelter. There, you discovered the ideal present for Wanda's 25th birthday. The gift in question is a lively six-month-old Jack Russell Terrier...

...or just a short, bedtime story about how Sparky came into your lives

Word count: 1.7K+ | Tags: Fluff, ILGOSS Universe, Puppy kisses, Wife kisses

A/N: Requested by @icecreamchips ; it was briefly mentioned in ILGOSS chapter 15 that Sparky was from a shelter and our gift to Wanda's 25th birthday, this is just a one shot about that time we were sneaky and impulsive :)

Masterlist

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You've always dreamt of having kids.

This desire only grew stronger once you met and married Wanda, and the idea of having a family of your own turned into an actual possibility. Though the two of you have lightly touched upon the subject of starting a family, you're still newlyweds and are both finding your footing in your respective careers. Growing up without siblings and distant relations with cousins, the allure of a big family was always strong for you.

So, on a whim, after a conference just outside Manhattan, you stumbled into a nearby shelter. There, you discovered the ideal present for Wanda's 25th birthday. The gift in question is a lively six-month-old Jack Russell Terrier with a curious glint in his eyes. The shelter staff had endearingly named him Max because of his maximum energy levels. When you picked him up, your pulse quickened at the thought of introducing him to Wanda. Adopting a pet is a serious commitment, but Wanda has expressed her fondness for dogs before and had one while growing up.

When Wanda arrives and the door swings open, you hold your breath, waiting for her reaction. But before you can gently present Max to her, his little legs propel him forward, eager to shower her with puppy kisses. It seems as though he innately knows this is his chance at a forever home, and he is determined to charm her.

Wanda looks utterly surprised. As she crouches to return the puppy's greeting, her gaze flits between Max and you. Her face mirrors the shock and confusion of the moment, only intensified as Max enthusiastically licks her. The only other time you've seen her this taken aback was when she found out her favorite sandwich joint was closing.

“When… how… why is he here?” she stammers, her big eyes trying to piece together the scene. Now, she's settled into a kneeling position on the floor, letting the dog shower her with affection.

“He likes you,” you remark, sidestepping her obvious need for answers.

Wanda gently keeps the dog from overwhelming her any further, and he contentedly settles in her lap, focusing his attention on licking her wrist.

“Y/N.”

The way Wanda says your name makes your stomach clench. It's not angry, but it's not entirely pleased either. It's a tone that lands somewhere in the middle, like you're teetering on the edge of her patience. You swallow, racking your brain for the best way to explain this unexpected addition.

You attempt a smile, crouching to pet Max, who has now jumped out of Wanda’s lap and is now eagerly circling Wanda. “Remember the conference near Manhattan I mentioned? Well, I might've taken a tiny detour.”

“A ‘tiny detour’? That leads to adopting a puppy?”

Max barks softly, as if wanting to be a part of the conversation. His antics draw a chuckle from you, but you’re quickly trying to keep the conversation on track.

Wanda is on the verge of saying something else when she feels the dog tug at the hem of her shirt, coming dangerously close to ripping it. Your eyes widen in horror as you reprimand the tiny creature, yelling, “Max, no!”

Startled by the sudden sternness in your voice, Max quickly seeks refuge behind Wanda, peeking out timidly from around her waist.

“You named him Max?” Wanda asks wearily, brushing her fingers against the back of his ears, coaxing him out of his hiding.

You shrug. “The staff at the shelter named him.” Only now, with the look on Wanda's face, do you recall that during a stint in college, she went by the same name among her sorority sisters.

“So, uh, yeah…” You clear your throat, the words feeling a tad awkward as they tumble out, now that the grand introduction of Wanda to her birthday surprise isn't panning out quite as you'd envisioned. “Happy birthday, uh, he’s—”

“He’s mine?” Wanda asks, looking down at Max fondly despite her apprehension.

You smile softly at them, your heart warming at the sight. “Yes, but if you're having second thoughts…”

You're half-expecting Wanda to quickly reassure you, to say everything is okay and that Max can stay. However, she remains silent, lost in her thoughts for a few lingering moments.

“Thank you, but uhm, I… I just wasn't expecting this," she finally says, her voice gentle, not wanting to hurt your feelings. She runs her fingers through Max's fur, who has emerged fully to curl up against Wanda’s side, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “It's a big responsibility, you know? A living, breathing being that will depend on us.”

“I know. It wasn't a decision I took lightly. And I realize now that maybe I should've consulted with you first.”

“You should’ve,” Wanda says, her lips forming a firm line. “We both have jobs. I'm part-time, which means there will be times he'll be left alone here.”

You take a deep breath, acknowledging her concerns. “I know. I did think about that, and I did some research. Jack Russells are independent and can handle being alone for short periods. And… well, I thought maybe we could look into a doggy daycare or even a dog walker for the times we both can't be around.”

Max looks up at Wanda, his tail wagging slowly, as if sensing the serious nature of the conversation and trying to endear himself further.

Wanda, after a brief pause, says, “Let's give it a try. For a week. If we find we can't manage or give him the life he deserves, he'll have to go back.” She hesitates before adding, “And I'm sorry, Y/N.”

“No, I should be the one apologizing,” you say, your head hanging low, feeling embarrassed by your impulsiveness.

Wanda frowns at the guilty look on your face. Slowly, she extends a hand towards you. “Come here,” she says softly. You step closer as directed, and she pulls you down to sit beside her on the floor, then wraps her arms around you in a comforting embrace. After a moment, she pulls back slightly and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“He is pretty cute, you know,” Wanda gives you a small smile, her gaze drifting down to Max. “But we’re not going to name him ‘Max’”.

You laugh softly. “Fine. Anything else you want for your birthday?”

Wanda’s eyes darken at that, before tugging you by the hand and leading you toward the bedroom.

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The week unfolds in an unexpected way:

Suddenly, your boss drops the news that you're being pulled from the background to spearhead a crucial presentation for the stakeholder's quarterly meeting. Consequently, you find yourself anchored to the office more often than you're at home.

Which means for Max's trial week, Wanda is the one primarily left to manage things at the apartment.

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On the final night of Max’s trial week, and after another particularly grueling day at work, you arrive home much later than anticipated. The kitchen sink shines, void of even a stray dish or glass. There's a pot of beef stew still giving off warmth on the stove, with a handwritten note from Wanda. It tells you to dig in if you're hungry, but if you've already had dinner, to ensure it's stored back in the fridge. You smile at the domesticity of it all—you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that Wanda is your wife and you get to come home to her notes and her cooking, and that ever-uncapped toothpaste tube she forgets about in the bathroom.

The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the gaps in the curtains. You gingerly make your way to the bedroom, trying your best to be as silent as possible, hoping not to disturb Wanda. As you carefully slide into bed, trying to snuggle up to Wanda, you're met with an unexpected obstacle. A lump—warm, soft, and clearly not your wife. You cautiously reach out, your fingers encountering the familiar feel of fur.

Max.

The movements wake Wanda, who turns groggily towards you, her eyes barely open. She manages a sleepy smile. “Welcome home, baby,” she murmurs.

“Sorry for being so late again,” you whisper back, trying to reach for Wanda over the dog but the strain on your back and the uncomfortable angle causes you to inevitably stay where you are.

She stretches a hand out to cup your face, her thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “It's alright,” she reassures you, glancing at the dog nestled between the two of you. “Sparky kept me company.”

“Sparky?” You raise an eyebrow in playful confusion.

Wanda shrugs sleepily. “He seems to like the name better. Don't you, Sparky?” she coos.

In answer, the Jack Russell Terrier stretches out, giving Wanda a sloppy lick on her cheek, earning a small giggle from her. With that little display of affection, Sparky curls up once more, his eyes fluttering closed as he nestles closer to Wanda.

“Hey, Sparky,” you grumble jokingly, narrowing your eyes at the dog, “that's my spot.”

“Maybe just let him sleep there for tonight,” she suggests, laughing softly when Sparky keeps his eyes closed and continues to ignore you.

The soft smile on your face fades just a hint, and the question in your eyes is clear—is Sparky staying for good?

Wanda reads the look on your face easily and adds, “He can sleep at the foot of the bed tomorrow. And every day after that.”

Relief and happiness wash over you. You really were hoping for Wanda to keep her gift. You lean over the small distance between you and Wanda, stretching across Sparky to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. She returns it eagerly, her hand finding your cheek to pull you closer. But before the kiss could escalate into something more, she gently presses a hand to your chest.

“Good night, baby,” you whisper against her lips, your smile resurfacing.

“I love you,” she murmurs softly in return, her eyes already closing once more as sleep claims her.

As you lay back against your pillow, Sparky's soft snoring filling the quiet room, a warmth spreads through your chest.

You’ve always dreamt of having kids. But even without them right now, it doesn't mean your family feels any less complete. After all, you have Wanda, and that's its own kind of perfection.

[twentythree-yearoldlizard]

so based off the poll results, majority wanted me to write these one shots for a Marauders' Band AU. So here's the first one:

Remus Lupin does the BuzzFeed Puppy Interview:

Remus shoots the camera his shy smile that makes people’s stomach do the thing. “Hi there, I’m Remus Lupin and I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions with puppies.”  

He’s wearing an all-black outfit: a black knit sweater that looks warm, paired with black trousers and sturdy black boots. His right wrist is adorned with bracelets; a plain black one with the word ‘moony’ next to a full moon, a beaded one with a star and moon on the centre and a band that reads ‘The Marauders’ with a wolf, dog, deer and rat. His left wrist is free, but he has multiple rings on those fingers.  

“I’m really excited and also a bit nervous, because I love dogs. I really do. But I want them to love me too, so,” he ends with a chuckle.

“I don’t know if they’re going to like me.”

Cuts to a clip of a puppy licking his entire face.

“I don’t know if we’ll connect.”

Cuts to a clip of Remus carrying two puppies, with another in between his legs.

“And I doubt I’m going to be able to answer your questions in any form, when I’m-Oh my god!” He’s cut off as a golden retriever runs towards him.

“Hi,” he says, letting the puppy smell his hands.

Remus coughs out a breathy laugh as the golden retriever jumps into his lap. Just then, a pair of corgis start nibbling on his shoelaces, to which Remus laughs and mutters, “You two are trouble, aren’t you?” They reminded him of James and Sirius.

Remus laughs for ten seconds as a Jack Russel walks slowly towards him and wastes no time on laying his head on Remus’ thigh and starts to fall asleep.

 “Hi loves, I’m Remus” he says, as one of the corgis joins the golden retriever on his lap.

Question 1- What’s your favourite thing about meeting fans?

“It’s just this…really nice feeling I get. Like I feel giddy, whenever a kid waves at me or some fans who’ve said that our songs helped them in tough times. It just gives this sort of nice feeling,”

“No..no,” he says as a corgi pulls on his sleeves, “this is one of my favourites, you can-okay then.” He finishes in defeat, as it manages to pull out a string.

Question 2- What’s the hardest part of being in a band?

“No privacy,” says Remus, he himself startled by how fast he answered. “I mean like...” he says, rubbing the Jack Russel’s belly, “When you live with James and Sirius, who have co-dependency issues, and Peter, whose love language is physical touch, you’ve got to throw personal space out the window.”

Question 3-Describe the way you see your bandmates.

Remus is quiet for a while, as if he’s thinking, while letting the puppies climb all over him.

“There’s James, who I connect with like a brother. He is a ray of fucking sunshine and if I am insecure or sad, he makes me listen to all the 764 reasons for why he loves me. And then there’s Peter, who is like the calmest person I know. He is the friend you need when you just want someone to listen to you. He is always there for you, even if he never says it, you’ll still know that he’s there for you.”

He smiles as the golden retriever settles on his shoulder and one of the corgis has decided to take a nap on top of Remus.

Remus starts with a smile, “And well there’s Sirius, who is one of the most beautiful souls out there. He’s one of the first people that made feel valued and always looked at my scars like they were some kind of treasure. He’s also made me realize a lot of things about myself and uh…yah, our bond is a bit more…special than the rest, and we’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.”

“I am scared to move,” he whispers, as the Jack Russel snores loudly on top of his thighs, golden retriever asleep on his shoulder, a corgi on his belly and the other held within his arms.

Bonus puppy stuff:

The corgis start fighting with each other. “Am I supposed this stop this or something?” Remus asks, looking lost. Just then one of the corgi trips and falls on the sleeping Jack Russel. It opens its eyes, confused. Remus bursts out laughing, which ends up making his face as red as a tomato (and that's a win for all the video editors out there).

PS: Its my first draft btw. i guess ive done good. lmk if its bad, i need honest feedbacks. also gonna put this on ao3, which is my first time ever. and this is set in pre-wolfstar period or they are established but hiding it from public (choose whichever you want)

[blueikeproductions]

When RiD15 RatBat and his Mechservant Catilla began overseeing the Earth campaign for the Crown City bound Decepticons, the filthy rich bat decided to hedge his bets, and orchestrate an assassination of Optimus Prime. While technically retired, Optimus was still a major component of the new high council on Cybertron, and therefore a problem to his plans. Regardless of Optimus’ desires, a Prime was still required to lead Cybertron, even if Optimus tried to reduce it post war as a figure head while the council lead.

Able to manipulate a chain of events in his favor, a small unit of Decepticons insurgents, unable to be traced back to RatBat, attacked Optimus when he was diverted to a back road during road construction.

The Decepticons were successful in their attack, the Prime was dead. Or was he?

In actuality, Optimus had been saved by Smokescreen, and Phase Shifted to a secure location; the greying body left behind was the result of Light Bending tech and a long rusted Centurion drone. Heavily damaged, Optimus and Smokescreen agreed Optimus would remain a target, but Cybertron ultimately still needed a Prime, so once more, Smokescreen was offered the Matrix. Accepting, Smokescreen evolved into a new Prime, while Optimus reverted back into his original Orion Pax body.

After explaining the matter to Ratchet, Bulkhead, Ultra Magnus, Jazz and Windblade through a secure line, Smokescreen equipped Orion with Light Bender tech to disguise himself further. Afterwards Orion goes to rejoin the Council under a new temp identity, while Smokescreen takes the Matrix to Earth.

RatBat does realize soon something isn’t right, but for now is content Optimus is out of the picture. A bit too late he discovers via Steeljaw and Glowstrike’s units that the Matrix survived and is on Earth, and naturally he assumes it passed to Bumblebee, but was surprised it instead went to Smokescreen, or rather Facadimus Prime.

Apparently Smokescreen tried to call himself “Obfusimus Prime”, but Strongarm and Cloudraker thought it sounded too much like Optimus, while Sideswipe flat out called it stupid.

Facadimus was settled on, and when asked by Bee what he was doing here, the new Prime said he came observe Earth’s finest Autobot leader, and because Heatwave wasn’t available, he came to see Bee instead! Bee is unamused, but Facadimus reassures him he’s just kidding on the later. Indeed Facadimus does shadow Bee to figure out how to be a good leader, trying to piece together what he’s learned from Optimus too, but put his own rinse on it.

Strongarm and the others do find it a bit weird how the new Prime seems content to just let Bee mostly call the shots, while Facadimus respects that Bee is doing his own thing; there are times, though, Bee insists Fascadimus needs to take charge to get accustomed to his new role.

Later on, several members of Team Prime and the Bee Team find themselves caught up in the Legacy Wars, a multiversal conflict that saw Fascadimus Prime team up with Skybound Optimus Prime, Energon Sentinel Prime’s, TFA Optimus Magnus’ and G1 S4 Rodimus Prime’s teams to help clean up Jhiaxus’ and Staxxus’ ambitions. One unusual matter saw Facadimus, Predaking, Miko and Professor Princess deal with a Pony corrupted by Unicron’s scales thanks to Jhiaxus.

Braverman, Dean, Skybound Spike, Skybound Carly, Kicker, Mischa, Daniel, Nucle-Ai, Grahm, Thompson, Maddie, Meister, Sari, Russel, Charlie Watson-Clay, Fowler, Denny, Hank, Jack, Raf and Miko in particular met during this conflict and became friends.

Post Legacy War, the Cyberverse kids fell into the EarthSpark universe, and as part of Quintus Prime’s chosen, reunited with Facadimus Prime, Rodimus Prime and Energon Sentinel Prime’s crews once more to take part in the Age of the Primes conflict.

[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

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[halevren]

Never Stop Blowing Up Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 2

I'm so ready for this chat

The intro is so so cool I love it

HELLO ONE AND ALLL

oh Brennan you are rocking that leather jacket

HELLOOO NOBODY'S HOME

The turbo tokens kind of look like pomegranate seeds. Man now I'm craving pomegranate

HEY WE NEED SOME FREAKIN RULES AROUND HERE

The decor....

"Wow so we're like a sandwich...." "Yeah! And we're the bread"

"I'm just being... Funny today..."

"Don't worry boss, we killed them."

Kingskin's so hit

I am eating watermelon rn so I won't be doing every single reaction

"You threw that punch like 6 feet away from me"

"You're not mad at me?" I resonate with you liv

The empresario is kinda hot... Even though he's got purple man fnaf vibes

DILLY OH MY GOD

I LOVE ALEX

WRITING THE CRIMES DOWN

YOU DEFINITELY HAVE TEETH

DETECTIVE JACK MANHATTAN BUSINESS CARD

WHY DID THE LIGHT CHANGE WHY DID THE BUTTON CHANGE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY

I love Izzy she's so much in her element

A GUY JUST JUMPED OFF A BUILDING?

"My pepper spray is black...."

"IS THIS A GUN?"

I LOVE IZZY SO KUCH

"Did I love him?"

we're on a train building helicopter

OVERPLAYED BROOKLYN ACCENT

DOES THE GREEN LIGHT MEAN THEY HAVE A PHYSICAL ITEM????? WHY DID ANOTHER BUTTON THEN RED

THE BULLET ANIMATION ON THE BACKBOARD

"I'VE BEEN SHOT"

SHE MAKES OUT WITH THE MIRROR

it's so hot

NOT AGAIN WITH THE DIVORCE PAPERS

DOUBLE EXPLOSION FOR ALLY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

ANOTHER EXPLOSION FOR ALLY

TURNS YOU INTO THE MASK (SMOKIN')

I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND THE BUTTONS AND THE LIGHTS I FEEL DUMB

shout out to Russel for immediately playing as Ms. Drips

He's thinking about Dang 😢😢

JUDE? LIKE SAINT JUDE? DANG AND RUSSEL WILL MEET UP

DANG SELF DISCOVERY MOMENT 🎉🎉🎉

THE STATES HAVE GOTTEN INTO YOU 😭😭😭

IT EXPLODES

HIS BUDDY WENDELL

Kirk Blade is kinda...... 👀

YOU'VE GOT THIS WENDELLL

oh no he's rolling the car

if Wendell's character doesn't make it..... Does that mean he dies in real life

KIRK BLADE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHAT'S THE BLUE BOOK

I should listen to Blink-182 again. It's been a bit since I've listened to any of their songs because I'm super into like sigilkore and stuff rn

Wendell channeling his inner vin diesel

IS WENDELL ABOUT TO MEET LIV

THAT'S 3 EXPLOSIONS...

I feel so stupid I just unstood why his name is Vic Ethanol. I forgot Ethanol gas is a thing

he's cool, leave it

usha might be dead

YELLINGGGGG

I HATE NEW TECHNOLOGY

usha my beloved I love you

doin a lil jig

THE COMPUTER ISN'T WORKINGGG

whirrrred

CAN I GET A SECOND ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH SHITTTTT THEY'RE IN GROUPS OF 3 THEY'RE ON DIFFERENT TEAMS USHA, WENDELL AND LIV VS RUSSELL, PAULA AND DANG

cocked

ZCRABBLE

That was so sick I love you rekha

CLOSES IT. SMASHES ON THE GROUND

HAVEN'T BEEN CALLED KID IN 78 YEARS

Saint Jude is kinda...... 🫦

TRAILER BIENELLE

St. Francis.... Hm

CAT BURGLAR MEOW MEOW

EMPEROR PENGUIN SARIO

"Don't tell me that again." "Don't tell me what to do"

I LOVE MY SLUT DAD

I wanna shoot a car

"I'm going to leave this interaction"

I have a gun and I have a penis

Computer blizzard wizard

"What Brennan?" (Hostile)

MY LITTLE USHIE OH MY GOODNESS 😭😭😭

"You doin okay?" "No." "Oh." "It just feels good to be touched." 😭😭😭

DOUG MEAT I LOVE YOU

DOUGLAS MEAT

FULL INJURY LEVEL

YOU PUNCHED PAULA

NOOOOO JACK MANHATTAN

[cricketgutz]

Can you say some more fun facts about White? I think she's so interesting. She's the youngest character in the cast but clearly has had so much shit happen to her.

White is the epitome of "when you hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go but up"

She was shot down by her ex boyfriend as she tried to leave him one night, he shot her right dead- or so he thought, he never bothered to check. The tenacity of a half dead and broken down 20 year old with nothing else to lose lead her to take this as an opportunity to reinvent herself, one big reset.

She lives for her own enjoyment now, which doesn't take much. She's a simple woman, some glass bottles and a hammer and she's the happiest lil bitch around. She likes having friends around she can be mean to and roughhouse

She is like a Jack Russel terrier was a woman and could give you tetanus

She is themed off "Death," taking from the Ace of Spades (also known as the death card) and the grim reaper.

Speaking of cards, each Heartbreaker has a cartomancy card, hers is, imagine that, the ace of spades.

It's common in their area to pick a patron saint as good luck/protection, even if you aren't religious- hers is Saint Agatha

Her mode of transportation is a black Kawasaki KFX 450r

Half of her outlaw work is based almost entirely on rumors and intimidation. They say she tore a guy's body in half with her hand (it was just his arm) They say she bit a man's hand off in one bite (it was just most of his fingers)

They say she's a cannibal, but she "ain't been convicted"

Zeki suspects she is autistic, but she "ain't been convicted"

[vonlipvig]

Causes of death in the Ace Attorney franchise

Because I'm bored, and what do we do when we get bored? We MAKE LISTS! I went through every character dead character in the canon game universe (so AA1-6, AAI1-2, and TGAA1-2, sorry PWvsPL) and jotted it all down below, so let's see what the most common (specified) cause of death in Ace Attorney is:

Stabbed (x15)

Shot (x15)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

Impaled (x5)

Poisoned (x4)

Fell to their death (x3)

Hanged (x3)

Car crash (x2)

Strangled (x1)

Electrocuted (x1)

Crushed (x1)

Suffocated (x1)

Asphyxiated (x1)

Heart Failure (x1)

Burned (x1)

Full list with character names all color-coded by game and more specific data below! (Beware of SPOILERS for the whole series!)

COLOR CODE: OG Trilogy - AJ - DD & SOJ - AAI1 - AA12 - TGAA 1 & 2

(AAI gets two different colors since a lot of people probably haven't played AAI2 yet. Sorry, DD and SoJ, you have to share. 'Why don't you do one color for the whole Apollo Trilo-' No <3)

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Stabbed (x15)

(Bruce Goodman, Misty Fey, Rex Kyubi, Constance Courte, Clay Terran, Metis Cykes, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, Byrne Faraday, Manny Coachen, Horace Knightley, Di-Jun Huang, Mason Milverton, Jezaille Brettª, Odie Asman, Klint van Zieks)

Shot (x15)

(Gregory Edgeworth, Robert Hammond, Turner Grey, Pal Meraktis, Romein LeTouse, Magnifi Gramarye¨, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Buddy Faith, Oliver Deacon, Deid Mann, Mack Rell, Ethan Rooke, Pop Windibank, Genshin Asogi, Tobias Gregson)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

(Cindy Stone, Mia Fey, Russell Berry, Kane Bullard, Zak Gramarye, Candice Arme, Paht Rohl, Archie Buff, Jove Justice, Dumas Gloomsbury, Ka-Shi Nou, Isaac Dover, Jill Crane, Jack Cameron)

Impaled (x5)

(Jack Hammer, Neil Marshall, Manov Mistree, Puhray Zeh'lot, Tahrust Inmee¨)

Poisoned (x4)

(Glen Elg, Terry Fawles¨, Drew Misham, John H. Wilson)

Fell to their death (x3)

(Dustin Prince, Jack Shipley*, Akbey Hicks)

Hanged (x3)

(Joe Darke°, Celeste Inpax¨, Dahlia Hawthorne°)

Car crash (x2)

(Ini Miney*, Selena Sprocket*)

Strangled (x1)

(Juan Corrida)

Electrocuted (x1)

(Doug Swallow)

Crushed (x1)

('Di-Jun Huang')

Suffocated (x1)

(Taifu Toneido)

Asphyxiated (x1)

(Duncan Ross)

Heart Failure (x1)

(Azura Summers^)

Burned (x1)

(Magnus McGilded)

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ª: She was stabbed, right? Like, she was poisoned first, but she died from the stab wound first, if I'm correct. Do tell if I'm wrong, lmao.

*: Accidental deaths

^: Natural death

¨: Deaths by suicide

°: Executed (Joe Darke's method of execution isn't mentioned, but if we assume Japanifornia goes by Japan laws, then hanging is the only method of execution used. Probably a higher number of deaths by hanging then, whether you believe some people got executed or not. Also, a lot of the killers in TGAA probably got executed, too? I just jotted down the confirmed cases, but yeah.)

(Also, von Karma died of 'Something'. Who knows. Of being too ashamed, maybe. Sucks to be him).

I probably missed some characters/omitted them, because who knows, it's my list I guess. If I forgot someone important do let me know!

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Good Luck, Babe by Fyonah_MacNally

Fandoms:Supergirl (TV 2015)  

Teen And Up Audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

No category

Complete Work

29 Oct 2024

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Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas

Querl Dox/Nia Nal

Lucy Lane/James "Jimmy" Olsen

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Samantha "Sam" Arias

Andrea Rojas

Nia Nal

Querl Dox

Lucy Lane (DCU)

James "Jimmy" Olsen

Jack Spheer

Russell Rogers

Song: Good Luck Babe! (Chappell Roan)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - No Powers

Ghost of Girlfriends Past

i told you so

You can say that we are nothing

but you know the truth

Summary

“Chiquita, are you okay?” Andrea whispers, startling Lena from her thoughts as the hostess seats them at their table. “I know that look, you’re in your head. You’re not usually this contemplative when we go out. Are you and your cariño fighting? Did she eat the last slice of cheesecake again?” Both of them glance over at their girlfriends laughing with each other. “No, no. Not at all. We’re better than ever, actually. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts. We’ve been listening to Chappell Roan all week to get ready for the concert.” She rolls her eyes at the rest of their friends giggling like children. “You know where 'Good Luck, Babe' takes me.” “Indeed, I do.” Andrea scoffs before smiling and dragging Lena to the two chairs between their girlfriends. “Such a great song isn’t it? Last I heard, she is married to the guy, what was his name…James? Isn’t that the one she dated when you two split? Or, I guess the one she cheated on you with? Have you heard anything about her?”

Series

Part 11 of Mac's One Shots

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[little-worm-grant]

Jake's POV: Barking at the Moon

Jake Lockley & M!Reader (Werewolf)

400 words / Masterlist.

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It was supposed to be a simple job. Help out the smaller mutants and get them out of town. He’d used his cab to get them a portion of the way there but with all the blocks put up it was impossible getting his cab out without getting searched. He’d abandoned it in an alley for them to take to the underground. Cab lights shone the way.

Jake got out and opened the truck. “New plan. One at’a time. Quit pushin’ each other.”

Trunk closed he guided the small group around to the front where the headlights illuminated a manhole cover, the wisps of humid air slithered out like tendrils from the cover. The group hid behind Jake and he took his jacket off, tossing it aside and rolling up his sleeves. He walked over to the manhole cover and began brute-forcing his way into opening it. Other mutants made it look so easy, but Jake was finding without the suit this shit was harder than it looked.

The group just stood in a huddle and watched him. Weren’t much help at all. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why anyone would want them.

Another figure stepped into the light, the group shot off towards Jake to hide in his shadows. Jake straightened up in a low pant. The cover moved but not completely out of the way yet. Maybe enough for those little things to squeeze in, he thought. Just needed to distract whatever came to ruin their night. Putting on his best non-violent tone that he could muster, Jake growled. “This ain’t the night to be messin’ with me, pal. Go find another alley. Go on.”

He got closer and Jake’s gloved hands balled into fists, until the face came into view and he untensed. “Shit, why didn’t ya say you’re the local stray?” Jake suddenly all light and a touch more playful. Him and this asshole went way back. The guy hadn’t killed a person in his life, so there was no need for them to be killing him. No doubt lingering feelings from that were still present, but Jake had no reason to believe tonight was going to be another fight.

“Get this for me? We gotta move.” He gestured to the manhole cover. Neither stepping back or away when the other approached like the others behind him did. Unintimidated by the werewolf’s presence.

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act Two Part Six - Goodbye

CW: None, angry old men

The door opens with a creek, pulling King’s attention from his work as he looks up over his reading glasses. He gives a short huff as he watches Ace limping in.

“Quite the mess that last mission was,” King comments, his eyes falling back to his paperwork. He missed the slight glare that Ace shot at him as he stepped forward.

“..The intel given was rot, sir. I was told the area would be clear.”

Ace drops the mission report, shifting his body weight to his uninjured leg. He was far from recovered, but Ace would be damned if he let the medics fuss over him again. This time he barely stayed in the medical bay, having decided he had other things to settle.

King only gives a light hum, seeing Ace’s current state. He finally places his pen down and reaches over to the report and places it aside.

“You came back just dandy, didn’t you Lieutenant? This isn’t the worst you’ve faced so I don’t see the issue here.” He invites Ace to take a seat opposite him but Ace remains standing despite his knee protesting the pain. 

“What actually happened in the safehouse, Major?”

King gives him a questioning look. He straightens up and furrows his brows at Ace. The air is still as the two stared each other down, the silence only broken by a rough gruff from King.

“I’ve told you. Captain Tudor had fought off Private Kyle after they viciously attacked you,” King answered, his eyes narrowing as he studied Ace standing before him. Ace’s stare was piercing right into King’s eyes.

“Is that what really happened?” Ace prods. “As far as I’ve known Jack, he’s not one to-”

“Be careful, Doe. Are you sure you want to question Elize’s words? She still saved you after you fought her.” King rumbles, a dark warning tone slipping out. This doesn’t deter Ace though, he only stands taller in spite of his handicap.

“Your promotion is coming up,” King adds, words cutting through the thick air. A threat to Ace in every way, daring the man before him to continue if he so foolishly pleases to. To anyone else, it might have silenced them into compliance, but not to Ace.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Ace says firmly through gritted teeth. He bites his tongue to keep from wincing as he takes a step forward. Before King could ask, Ace slaps another document onto King’s desk.

“What is this?” King picks up the form, eyes scanning the top header before clenching his jaw. He looks back up at Ace who stares back with equal intensity. King sputters. “You-”

“I’m not staying for this. Not anymore.” Ace says, cutting in before King could express any further confusion or anger. He leans against King’s desk, letting out a sharp inhale as he forces his injured leg to follow along.

“I can no longer work by your side or this task force due to conflicts of interest, alongside obvious medical reasons. Effective immediately.”

King looks up from the form, looking between Ace and the paper before barking out a loud laugh. He reaches for a pen, clicking the tip out and scoffs. 

“Glad to see you still have that bite in you, Mad Dog,” King says with a bit of a joke in his voice. Despite this, the white knuckled hold King had on the pen and the silent angry scribble of the pen in the suffocatingly silent room said this was everything but a light matter. King lifts the paper, standing up himself as he reaches out to shake Ace’s hand.

The handshake was harsh, painfully tight and curt. As King moves to retract his hand, Ace clenches it tighter one last time, straining to lean closer towards his former boss and friend.

“You were a good man, Russel. It’s a shame things ended this way.”

Ace finally released King’s hand, who was shocked by his gall and could only stare as Ace turned and limped towards the door.

“I appreciate the sniper support from the last mission, Major. Don’t know what inspired the change of heart but glad I wasn’t totally alone in enemy territory.” The door shuts behind Ace, his odd limping footsteps slowly fading away.

King sinks back into his chair, the thing creaking under him. He slowly leans back, taking a deep sigh as he sets aside the approved retirement form. He stares at the door for a moment.

“I didn’t send a bloody sniper..” King mutters to himself, pulling out his phone and dialing Queen’s number with hands shaking so much he was sure he was going to snap the bloody thing in his hand. The dial rings once, twice and Queen picks up on the other end.

“Yes, my love?” Her voice calls out. King’s shoulders slack a little at the sound of her voice but he steeled himself and sat up.

“I didn’t send any snipers to assist the Lieutenant on his latest solo mission. I’ll need you to investigate his movements. He just retired too which is awfully convenient timing on his end. Might have some involvement with the enemy.” King says, eyes glazing over Ace’s mission report once again. He’s met with silence but it doesn’t last long.

“Roger that, Major. I’ll take a look into it.” Queen hums.

King bit his tongue and sighed, tapping his fingers on his desk as he hung his head low, thoughts still fresh on Ace’s parting words.

“My darling, you were right. He was a mistake to bring in. I thought I managed to put that dog down long ago but clearly it’s very much still alive.”

On the other end, Queen smiles to herself, twirling her pen in her hand as she hummed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it.”

Objective Completed.

[onbearfeet]

WIP Wedneday? WIP Wednesday.

Road trip with the cast of Monster Mash. Imagine these dinguses playing yellow car.

--

Jack Russell had never been a fan of long car rides.

He didn’t mind driving, particularly. Being a werewolf often meant living somewhere new every month, and until the advent of cheap intercontinental air travel, that had mostly meant picking a continent and moving around on it as best he could. And for the last century or so, moving around in North America had meant automobiles. He’d driven everything from Model Ts to Rolls Royces, and none of it had been particularly difficult or uncomfortable.

No, it was being a passenger that he couldn’t stand.

Perhaps it was something about werewolf reflexes; he reacted to things slightly faster than ordinary humans, even in his own human form, so if he wasn’t careful, riding shotgun in a car meant he was constantly tapping an imaginary brake or gas pedal half a second before the driver did. Or perhaps it was lingering trauma from all the times he’d been shot or netted, trussed up, and thrown into the back of something with a snarling engine. Whatever it was, he didn’t enjoy being in a moving vehicle that he didn’t control. He sometimes wondered how Ted felt about it; after all, there probably weren’t any vehicles built for someone his size.

But Elsa Bloodstone owned the van, and Elsa did not give up her keys without a good reason, so Jack had gotten used to swallowing his pride and climbing into the passenger seat—or worse, the back after Bucky Barnes won the coin toss.

There was one positive to Elsa’s driving, though. Somehow, through whatever perverse alchemy made her the most remarkable woman in the world (at least in Jack’s thoroughly biased and entirely correct opinion), he could sleep while she was at the wheel. Something about the cedar-and-sage scent of her at close quarters put his hackles down, smoothed his bristling paranoia, and let him drift off to the thrum of the engine and the whisper of her breath.

And so he was mostly asleep, slipping in and out of a pleasant dream about running through high mountain forests with nothing chasing him for once, when he heard Elsa’s voice.

“Barnes.”

“Your majesty,” Bucky drawled from behind Jack, where he was presumably still strapped into a jump seat in the cargo area.

Jack felt the smile tugging at his lips. He hoped Elsa couldn’t see it.

Elsa huffed, and Jack could hear the eyeroll in her voice. “In my infinite mercy, I’ve decided to do you a favor.”

“Golly, gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she said flatly. “I’m saving you considerable embarrassment. Not counting your years with Hydra, how long would you say you’ve been, er—?”

“Myself? Conscious? Human?”

Jack couldn’t suppress the small flinch.

“Yes. That.”

“A few years, now. I guess you can count it from 2014, if you’re going from when I got out. But it took me a couple years to, y’know, have a personality again. Why?”

“Did you spend much time catching up on history?”

“I puked for two days straight after I googled JFK, so no.”

“Right, then. There are facts you’ll need to know if you don’t want to make a complete arse of yourself.”

“If this is about Marvin Gaye, I swear to Christ—”

“Your Wikipedia page,” Elsa interrupted, “says you were raised Irish American Catholic. Is that true?”

“Near ’nough.” A faint Irish lilt drifted through Bucky’s voice. “My dad was, anyway.”

“Then you probably heard a few sermons in your day about the evils of homosexuality.”

Bucky burst out laughing.

It was loud enough that Jack gave up even pretending to sleep, opened his eyes, and sat up from where he’d been slumped against the passenger window. He stretched as somewhere behind him, Ted rumbled a question that sounded like What the hell?

“Sorry, fellas,” Bucky chuckled. “Old man laughs at history lesson, you know how it is.” He snorted.

Jack stretched and used the motion as an excuse to look back at the cargo bay. Bucky was, indeed, still in his jump seat, wiping tears from his eyes and grinning.

“Priceless,” he muttered. “Just priceless. Elsa, is this gonna be one of those ‘some people are queer now and you gotta be okay with it’ talks?”

“If by ‘okay’ you mean ‘on your best manners or I’ll stab you’, then yes, that’s what this is.” Elsa took her eyes off the road just long enough to glare daggers at Bucky.

“Ha.” Bucky scrubbed at his face with his flesh hand. “Okay, let’s save you some time. Quick show of hands—who in this van has, at some point in their life, done queer shit?”

He pulled his hand away from his face and raised it above his head.

Jack grinned and put his own hand up.

Ted urfed and raised his.

Bucky looked at Elsa and raised his eyebrows.

Grudgingly, Elsa raised her hand.

“That’s what I thought,” Bucky said. His voice gentled. “Doll, I’m from Brooklyn. Down by the Navy yard, no less. There’s not much I ain’t seen. If I use the wrong words or something, please do correct me before the ghost of my mother rises from her grave and hauls me off by my ear, but you don’t have to worry I’ll see two fellas kissing and get the vapors.”

“Good,” Elsa replied, turning her attention back to the road. “Because our client is an old friend of mine, and I’ve got barbed bolts in my crossbow.”