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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 months ago

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Hibbing 911: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case brings you all the way to South Dakota where Jody Mills and Donna Hanscum are. Jody has to remember not to mention that your kids are with her in fear of what you might do with that information.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

Donna walks over with two coffees in her hands.

"Agent Frehley? Agent Criss?"

"Hey, Sheriff Hanscum."

"I thought that was you! Well, ain't this a kick in the pants? What dragged you in?" she smiles.

"I'm gonna barf," you groan.

Sam and Dean put you behind them so they can deal with her.

"We can't really talk about it."

"Yeah. I hear ya. Anything I can help with?"

"No, nothing I can think of."

"Actually, Sheriff, I was thinking you and I could go check out the gear expo," Jody says.

"What about the morgue?"

"Like you said, animal control will handle that."

"Well, if it's cool with you, it's cool with me," she says reluctantly. "I did hear they're packing some pretty serious heat in there."

Donna and Jody leave your side, and you peek your head around Sam's shoulders.

"Don't hurt yourself while you're in there," you say sarcastically. Sam and Dean turn to you with bitch-face looks. "What?"

"One day. All we ask for is one day without smart-ass comments and jabs."

"What do I get if I behave?"

"I won't lock your ass up in the dungeon. How about that?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, because that worked out so well last time."

"I mean it. I will keep you in there like a caged animal."

"Fine," you roll your eyes, "but if someone comes at me, I'm coming at them."

Sam and Dean walk over to a group of cops by the coffee machine.

"Hey, there. Agents Criss, Frehley, and Dobson. We're looking for the sheriff of Hibbing."

"That'd be me," Sheriff Len Cuse says.

"We're here investigating the attacks over the last couple of nights. We're just wondering where you're at on that."

"The animal attacks?"

Len has a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead and you cross your arms to make yourself look intimidating.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me the FBI's got nothing better to do?" Deputy Brice Graham chuckles.

"We go where the boss tells us to."

"To what, arrest a bobcat from Hibbing?"

You step past the brothers and practically get into this young man's face.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, there's no problem. You ain't the first Feds to roll through here and come up with nothing. Sure is cute to watch you try, though."

"Little boy with a big gun. What are you going to do with that?"

"Arrest real criminals unlike you who is going to arrest Bambi."

You take out your gun and make sure he sees the threat.

"It'd be such a shame if this went off with you standing in front of it," you threaten.

Dean pulls you back by your shoulders immediately while Sam steps forward to take over.

"Uh, Sheriff Cuse, we are just hoping there might be some surveillance footage of the attacks. Maybe a traffic camera caught something?"

"Right. No, sorry, I don't have a record of it," he stutters. "Speaking of, can you keep an eye on the expo for me, deputy? I got to check in with the guys at animal control. Agents, good to meet you. Uh, help yourself to a bear claw."

"Do you think the Sheriff is lying?" Sam asks once they're gone.

"Deputy Douche seems to think so," you roll your eyes.

"Alright, I'll go try and crack the police server. Maybe something showed up on surveillance."

"Sure, I'll go crack the deputy."

Sam leaves you and Dean alone, and you turn to your husband.

"I'm going to check out the weapons expo."

"Behave."

"Yes, mom," you roll your eyes.

You walk into the expo and admire all the weapons they have on display. Donna and Jody are looking at some of the guns on the opposite side of the room, and a very tall man approaches them from behind. His name tag says Doug, and you remember Donna saying she had an ex-husband named Doug who was a douchebag to her. You walk to a table a few down from them and listen in on their conversation.

"If you're trying to pull the wool over this one, you got the wrong girl. Sheriff Hanscum here is a wolf in sheepskin, right?" Doug chuckles.

"Thank you. Wolves are majestic creatures, but save your flattery for other female people."

You can tell she is uncomfortable with him.

"Right, Sheriff Goodhill. No. I mean, yeah, but we just met on Cufflinks. You know how that is."

"Cuff what?" Jody asks.

"Cufflinks! It's a dating site for cops. Are you on it, Donna?" Doug asks.

"Me? No. Not quite there yet."

"Oh, you still getting in date shape, huh?"

She frowns at his insult but tries to play it off.

"It's more like trying to get through the stuff on my DVR first."

Okay, you've heard enough. You walk over to Doug and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to you but you give him a deadly slap to the cheek. He is shocked at your behavior and staggers back from the impact. Donna and Jody are shocked into silence.

"You are a fucking lowlife and a shitty person if you treat Donna like that. No wonder she divorced you because I can't stand to be in the same room as you much less spend my life with you. Get the hell out of here."

"O-Oh, okay," Doug stutters.

"What the h-e-double hockey sticks, Y/N? Calling my ex a lowlife? Slapping him in the face?"

"What, like you were gonna do it?"

"What would be the point? We're divorced! Do you really think I'm gonna change him now?"

"Let me get this straight. You're going to let everyone walk over you like a fucking doormat forever? Is that it?"

"How about this? Until you've actually lost a husband, you keep your mouth zipped about mine."

You chuckle slightly and look down at the ground. Donna takes this as a sign that you're sad about losing your husband.

"My husband died."

"Oh. I'm sorry if--"

"Oh, don't worry about it. He came back as a dick."

"Okay? I'm going to get some air."

Donna leaves and you turn to Jody who can't believe the attitude you have.

"You had a husband, right?" you smirk. Jody's face hardens as she glares at you but she doesn't answer. "Didn't you have a son? Man, losing two people in one night. That's gotta hurt." Jody opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. "Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, I'm sure your son ate it along with your husband."

Dean picks the perfect time to walk inside the weapons expo where Deputy Douche is. You wink at Jody and leave her to cry on her own. He approaches Deputy Douche just as you join both their sides.

"Agents. Are you looking for some teenie-weenie handcuffs to slap on some paws?" he smirks.

"Are you looking for some teenie-weenie guns to stuff in your pockets or is that just your tiny dick?"

"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, don't you, agent?" Dean asks and looks at you.

"No problem over here," you shrug.

"Listen, Deputy, this investigation that my partners and I are on is big. We're looking for some local help, someone who's not afraid to talk shop with the big boys back in D.C. Think that might be something you'd be interested in?"

"Might be," he smirks. "What can I do?"

"First of all, I'm gonna need you to be totally straight with me. Is there any footage of the attack? Anything?

"Sheriff Cuse changed the password on the server yesterday. It's got the live feed from the traffic camera across the street from where that first vic got attacked. When I went to go check the footage, the sheriff said he'd do it himself."

"Did he say why?"

"No. The sheriff's a straight shooter. I'm sure he had his reasons."

"I'm sure he did," Dean nods. "Alright, I appreciate the cooperation, Deputy, and when I need you, I'll come find you."

"Okay."

You leave the expo with Dean and head to the coffee station to grab yourself a cup. Jody is off on her own trying to calm herself down so Dean walks over to her.

"Animal attack, my ass. Have you seen Sheriff Cuse around?"

"No. How are you doing?"

"Me? Apart from some martial issues, I'm fantastic. Why?"

"The word around the campfire is you went off the rez a couple of months back."

"Is that right? Have you and Sam been passing notes during class? It's nothing I can't handle."

Jody looks past Dean at you who is stirring creamer into your coffee.

"She's gonna be back to normal, right?" Jody remembers what you said to her. "You'll get her back?"

"I'm working on it," Dean sighs.

"The Y/N I know would do anything to protect those around her. It's like that part of her is gone."

"That's because it is. Everything good about her is gone. She's walking around with all the bad parts. Sam was bad but not this bad, and I think it has something to do with the Mark. God, I should have never let her take it. I will pay for that, but you shouldn't have to. Jody, whatever she says to you, ignore it. It's only going to get worse so if you let her know that what what she says is affecting you, she's only going to do it more. Do not give her a reaction. Don't jab back because that will only piss her off and you're going to be the one that's hurt, not her."

"Okay," she nods.

Sam returns from looking at the cameras just as you finish with your coffee.

"I got something, I think. I hacked into the surveillance server but the files had been deleted."

"I thought you said that Sheriff Cuse was the only one who had access to those files," Jody says.

Donna comes rushing back inside with a fearful look in her eyes. She sees you and the brothers and tries to calm herself down.

"Jody, can we talk for a sec? Alone?"

"We'll go look around."

Donna takes Jody off to the side. Sam and Dean do their own thing but you follow after the two women because Donna is acting very suspicious. You're curious why. You pretend like you're looking at your phone but really, you're listening in.

"Listen, I want to apologize for what Y/N did. It was wrong. She's going through something right now but she shouldn't have done that."

"What? Oh. Yah. 'Quit being a doormat.' Yah. I hear ya, Jody. It's okay. We're okay. There's something else I can't quite wrap my head around. Do you ever think there are things out there that don't end up on the police blotter?"

"Can you give me some specifics?" Jody asks.

"I was kinda far away so maybe I didn't see it right, but what I think I saw... were teeth. It was Sheriff Cuse. I saw him standing over Sheriff Goodhill's body, and his mouth was full of shark teeth like some kind of..."

"Monster?" Jody finishes for her.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Not at all. Did he see you?"

"No. I hid like a chump. Do you really believe me?"

"Yeah. So, will those guys from the FBI."

"If you say so. Yesterday, I saw Cuse taking his stuff into a room down the hall from mine. Must have been 304."

Jody looks up and locks eyes with you. You smirk and leave the area to go find Sam and Dean. She knows you've overheard and will tell Sam and Dean so she doesn't have to. You find the brothers whispering to each other that stops when you show up.

"Donna saw a vampire. Sheriff Cuse is a vampire," you grin. "We need to check room 304."

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facewithoutheart · 1 year ago

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Thanks to @messofthejess & @forabeatofadrum for the tags and for everyone else who’s been tagging me lately ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve been an utter wreck these days so I’m taking a cue from @forabeatofadrum and sharing a bit from every fic that’s haunting me. It’s the WIP Night of the Fic-Dead.

A few tags up front for people who I think will care about one of the struggling WIPs: @ileadacharmedlife, @bazzybelle, @yellobb, @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @raenestee, @thewholelemon & @bookish-bogwitch.

Clips under the break.

Fic commitment I need to get my act together on

From my unnamed COTTA, which is a pre-WWII fic that may or may not form a Captain America AU in future days:

I swipe under my nose, adding more red to already bloodied knuckles. “Really, Baz, I almost had ‘im.”

“Obviously,” Baz drawls, leaning into my space to dust off my hair, shoulders and chest. One hand lingers on my sternum, like he’s letting my weak heart prove it’s still beating.

I swat him away. “Quit your mother hennin’.”

“Be a better chicken and I will.”

Posted fics that need a new chapter

From the next chapter of All I Ever Wanted was the World, which I think about daily but never write:

“So what did you do to piss him off?”

Somehow it doesn’t feel right explaining. I’m sure we both come off wrong with it, but I don’t like speaking for other people. “Ask him.”

“Not really that interested.” Niamh pushes off where she’s been leaning against the counter. “Do you use those or are they purely for show?”

I glance at where her gaze falls. “My arms?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

From the next chapter of On Love’s Light Wings, that I never think about except to wince when I remember it exists unfinished:

My arms come up, pushing under the back of his shirt to feel his bare skin. There are moles here. I never touched them… when he was alive…

Last time…

He’s doing that thing. That thing with his chin. I’m a puddle. I’m his; I don’t even care that he’s not my Simon…

From Santa Baby, which I fucking swear I am trying but I actively hate this concept:

“It’s hardly a problem–” Shepard argues.

“What prob–”

“Shhhh,” Simon shushes me.

I drop my jaw. “Ex-cuse–”

“Shepard,” Simon whines, “I can’t just…”

“Did you just shush–”

“He’s a complete stranger.”

I scoff. “Hardly.”

From the next chapter of boulders turn into sand, which I have started and restarted and restarted and… you get the point:

My fists grip the back of his shirt, wrinkling his silk and I told myself I wouldn’t do this; I told myself this was a line I’d never cross. That I’d never take one night from Baz at the cost of our friendship.

But then he whispers, “Please, please,” against my lips and maybe I’m not taking anything.

Maybe I’m giving.

Other shit that buzzes around my head but never makes it to paper:

when your heart goes, my Padam Padam-inspired sequel to blame it on the spray which would cover sexy club dancing, Lamb, Baz biting Simon, and maybe some weird bond shit if I ever managed to clear my plate of unfinished stuff to write this just to see if I can.

The Real Ending, my The Real Tragedy sequel where we find out if Simon found Baz but, more importantly, whether Natasha can truly accept her son, which is why I haven’t written it. Because boooring.

Bad Wolf/Blue Lace, which I’ve decided if I ever finish it should be my last fic in the fandom. My insanely dramatic reverse Open Sesame moment where I lure you all in with cracky bullshit and then leave on the most personal note I can.

Baz Baby or Two Roommates and a Baby which, at this point, I’m only interested in writing so I can sneak in some kinky shit as a gift.

#all i ever wanted was the world #boulders turn into sand #on love’s light wings #cotta #stucky au #Santa baby #wipsday #wip wednesday

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sanaexus · 2 months ago

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aliveahahafuck · 3 years ago

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I have an updated for the remaining dumbass rogue, Journey :D

So it's been a few months

I don't think I said it at the time, but my DM agreed to let me use Journey as my backup character for Zani, we just had to figure out his situation, which I've been lovingly referring to as his clusterfuck.

And after several months of bugging him (DM), getting super busy, and thinking about him (Journey), yesterday we finally had the time to sit down and figure out his clusterfuck.

It took us 5 hours but its done

And as of rn, I have a character who's skill set is literally just yes. Bard/Rogue for the win lmao

Anyway onto what happened:

Journey and Delight escaped the town and ran south, once they got a distance away Delight split off, his fate unknown.

Journey spent two days travelling south/south-west to where he knew the nearest town, and his best bet of making money to replace at least some of his supplies and weapons, was

He got to the town and checked the job board in the town and nothing. The only jobs posted were jobs he'd want weapons to do.

So I thought about it and decided fuck it and went into one of the nearby taverns looking to see if there was any instruments inside

I lucked out and there was, so I asked the owner if I could use his worn junky old lute to play a few songs, saying that mine got broken in my travels. He looked apprehensive but agreed to let me use it, and because the dice gods were kind, and my preformance+lute modifier was a +9, I did well enough to get a free room for the evening.

I spent 3 weeks performing in that tavern with the old lute, causing a lot of traffic to the tavern and becoming friends with the owner, preforming daily for a room, food, and tips

It was after one performance that I was approached by this pompous "you should know my name" type person, who gave me an offer to join his performing group. I told him he'd get his answer by tomorrow.

That night I told the owner my intentions, thanking him for giving the dirty, exhausted looking teifling, a stranger with no coin to his name, a chance that first day. The next day there was a package outside my room with a card from the owner saying "Good luck". (I kept the card)

Inside the package was a new lute.

I joined the group as they headed north, the dice gods were kind and I was able to start making money with them the day after I joined because NAT 20 BABY >:D

Worked with them for a few weeks, rolling stupidly good each time, until we got to the week where I was told that it was gonna be a decision between myself and one other person for who gets the bigger part that just opened up, and I rolled a nat 1.

3 week setback as the person who I was competing with for the part decided to sabotage me, injuring my ankle, that I did check if it was the same one that he already had a limp and it wasn't, to the point that I was basically bedridden for that time. I didn't get the part and my competition was sent packing for what he did.

What I did get was an offer for a bigger part that required less dancing but still needed to be able to play music. I had 43 weeks to learn the part and needed to do 40 weeks worth of work.

33 weeks in and I get all the work done with about 9 weeks left over to preform with the troupe. I also got the actor feat and leveled to lvl9.

So now when Journey joins the party, they're going to be meeting this relatively well known and extremely talented preformer

And I am beyond amused at his skill set now because its literally just yes. 12 proficiencies, 5 of which are expertise, and half proficiency, so +2, to the rest

And he's a healer, the party's gonna love it lmao

#dnd #dungeons & dragons #shenanigans #dnd rogue #journey and delight #last time i can cuse that tag #sad days

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bubblyhoney · 3 years ago

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

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shoftiiel · 3 years ago

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bound to you: 13

"why didn't you tell me?"

synopsis: y/n is the new girl in town, she would like to escape from her past and begin a new life without any romance drama, but what happens when she caught the attention of a certain boy who happens to be one of her brother’s best friends.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: some cusing, kind of angsty

a/n: sorry if there are any mistakes, so this is my fisrt time trying to write angst so it migth be kind of idk weird¿¿¿

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Why was Jake being so upset about it? I did nothing wrong, or did i? Maybe I should have told him? Those thoughts had been stuck in your head all day, but everytime someone looked at you, your expression changed quickly, you couldn't allow yourself to let anyone see you were not okay. You have been doing this your whole life, it was tiring to be honest, but you did not want to burden anyone with your problems. The bell rang indicating that the last class was over, as you walked in the hall someone approached you.

“hey y/n” it was heeseung, “just checking, we are meeting today right?”

“yes” he was probably checking because you canceled yesterday, cute you thought “i'm just going to my dorm to take a quick shower and grab my notes on the project”

“okay, see you in a bit” heeseung said as he waved at you, you couldn't put your finger on it but there was something with heeseung, you have never had a conversation that was not related to school and yet he treated you as if he had known you for years, it's probably because he is friends with jake you thought was you headed back to your dorm.

your phone had been buzzing like crazy all day, it was jake. To be honest you did not want to talk to him, he was being overprotective, usually it didn't bother you but this time he had gone a little too far. This was the first time you and Jake had a big fight, of course you did fight a lot but it was over small things like hat program to watch or if you had stolen his clothes, eventually he came around and gave you what you wanted, he hated not talking to you, but this time was different, obviously there was something else behind and you ghoting him definitely did not help, not at all.

You took a quick shower, put on some makeup so that it wasn't obvious that you had been crying, grabbed your notes, put on your headphones and began walking to where you were supposed to meet heeseung. Too focused on the lyrics of the songs that were sounding in your ears you freaked out when someone grabbed your arm, you looked up and saw Jake, he said something to you that you definitely did not hear because your music was too loud.

“what?” You said you removed your headphones.

“Will you stop ignoring me?” he looked annoyed, which only made you angrier “it is childish” he scoffed.

“I will stop ignoring you when you apologize to me” you looked away , you were not seeing his face but you could clearly feel that he was offended.

“y/n why are you acting like this?” he raised his tone, he had never talked to you like this before, honestly you felt like crying, “why does it bother you so much? i don't understand, you did stuff like this all the time”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he was yelling “What if something happened? ” At this point he was just repeating what he had said yesterday.

“Well nothing happened right?” you couldn’t stop yourself from crying anymore “Jake for the first time in my life i have friends, so sorry if it bothers you, but it's my life and you cant tell me how to fucking live it”

“what do you mean for the first time, back home you never said anything like this”

“maybe because back home I just followed like some lost puppy all the time, I have never had friends of my own and then you left me!” with tears running down your face you looked at him, it broke his soul to see you like this, yet he did not say a word “I was lonely for two whole years Jake, did you know that people only approached me to get close to you! when you left i was completely alone,I had no one”

“y/n… why didn't you tell me?” he reached to you to grab your arm but you flinched at his touch “you never asked did you?” he just stood silent, for what felt like five whole minutes Jake said nothing, he felt like the worst person ever, he was supposed to take care of you, you were his little sister, he had been selfish all those years, it was true, whenever you started talking to someone he scared them away, from his perspective he was protecting you, it had gone to the point were you just stopped trying to make new friends. What bothered him so much was that he thought that you were cutting him out of your world. He wanted to say that he was sorry, but no words left from his lip when he opened his mouth.

you just scoffed “I have somewhere to be” saying that you just left, you were still crying as you walked to the café where you would meet heeseung.

You did not notice that someone had heard the argument you had from afar. Heesegung did not do it on purpose, he was a respectful boy, but to be fair you two had been yelling at each other in the middle of the only way to get to the café, he waited until jake left too, he did not wanted to seem like he was eavesdropping.

When he was close to te café he saw you through the window, you were still crying, he felt like he should do something to comfort you, but he was surprised, as you saw him enter the café your tears stopped, it was as if nothing had happened, you greeted him with your sweet smile, he couldn't process what had just happened, one minute ago you were crying rivers but now you looked as fresh as a flower that had just bloomed. How is that even possible? he thought to himself. He abstained from saying anything because he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

“heeseung over here” he headed to the table. You two stared working on the project and finished it rather fast. “wow y/n! i didn’t think that we would finish this today” he was very surprised. “and look at the time!” he grabbed his phone “I still have an hour left before practice starts”

“Well, what can I say, we make a great team” he giggled at your response “would you like to go to the park?” his question took you by surprise, as you stare at him with you eyes wide open he said “I have some time to spare and I dont think its nice if we stay here, someone might want to use the-the table”

“you have a point” you said laughing at how nervous he sounded when he said that “let's go” you both grabbed your stuff and walked out of the café.

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relenafanel · 4 years ago

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Local, Mediocre Talent: A Meet-Ugly AU

Geralt/Jaskier

Find it on Ao3: Local, Mediocre Talent by relenafanel

For the Modern AU Challenge. Week 1: Meet-Ugly

Tag: witcherauseptember

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“They’re setting up for the live band,” Geralt observed, finishing his pint of ale in one long swallow and gesturing to Eskel to hurry up. “Let’s go.”

“They’re supposed to be decent,” Eskel answered, his body language saying he was hunkering down and had no intention of going anywhere. He took a casual drink from his own glass, still half full as a pointed gesture.

Geralt snorted, not believing that for a second. Eskel was fucking with him. “I don’t need the assault on my senses. The—“ he gestured around the pub “—is bad enough. Add some local, mediocre talent covering the best of the 90s and it becomes unbearable.”

“EXCUSE ME!”

Geralt barely had time to react before some brightly dressed and way too loud (visually and auditory) guy got in his face. The guy was lucky that Geralt wasn’t the type of person to greet people getting into his personal space aggressively with his fists. He made a sound in warning anyway.

“Have you even heard us?” the stranger demanded, half-draped across the table so he could stare directly into Geralt’s face, his pointer finger an inch from Geralt’s nose.

Geralt knew he should be taking it as a threat, but it was a laughable one. He considered chomping his teeth just for the amusement of it. “No.”

“Then maybe you should leave so someone else can have your table! I don’t need to be universally liked, but this is just insulting! You’re just. Sitting there. Complaining about a band you’ve never even heard of, right in front of the lead singer by the way, like some kind of hot but rude jackass.”

“I’m trying to leave,” Geralt answered, shooting Eskel a significant look. Eskel, the ass, just looked like he was seconds away from bursting into laughter.

“Try harder,” the guy suggested, straightening and digging into the shoulder bag he was carrying. He drew out a CD in a cardboard sleeve and a gold sharpie, scribbling something on the cardboard and flicking it in front of Geralt. “Gratuit for you, darling. Maybe you’ll learn some taste.”

The man could do scathing sarcasm. Geralt would give him that.

Geralt stood, picking up the CD automatically, maybe out of some long-remembered politeness of taking something handed to him. It was also the reason he kept finding fliers in the front seat of his car. “If this is your idea of taste,” he said to the guy, gesturing to his vibrant sequin shirt, “then I’m better off without any.”

He walked out, enjoying the affronted gasp behind him way more than he should.

***

Of course, the joke was on him two weeks later when halfway through his drive through the Mahakam mountains, his truck radio gave out. Geralt, typically not the biggest fan of music, had been using it to mask the death rattle coming from Roach’s undercarriage.

He didn’t have the money to fix her until he finished this contract, and as someone who took care of his belongings it was an aggravating reminder of his failures.

With a sigh, he half-remembered where he’d thrown the CD from the night with the annoying musician, and one-handedly dug it out from the garbage. He shoved it into the CD player with little fanfare.

***

By his trip back, Geralt had listened to the CD a total of three times and had to admit it was okay.

***

(Which, from Geralt, regarding music, was pretty much the equivalent of praise.)

***

Geralt turned the key to start the ignition, tensed as always that this might be the time Roach didn’t start. Once again, she came through for him and the music came on automatically.

“What’s this?” Eskel asked pointedly, his tone and expression telling Geralt that he knew exactly what it was.

“Don’t.”

“Oh, I will,” Eskel retorted, but then didn’t follow it up with any ribbing, which was frankly more disturbing than if he had. It told Geralt he was planning.

Fuck.

***

Geralt had listened to the CD countless times over the course of the month it took to save up enough to fix Roach. Without the rattling, he no longer needed the music to distract his ears, and he popped the CD out of his dashboard like a man freed.

It was the first time he actually looked at the cardboard sleeve. It was just a stylized silhouette of a musician with the band’s name, website, and social media.

To my #1 fan

Jaskier

Fuck, he could hear the tone it was meant in. That scathing sarcasm that landed like paint thinner. Despite the tone, or maybe because of, he could feel the burst of pleasure in his chest.

He was halfway through scrolling through the band’s Instagram before realizing what he was doing, seeking out pictures of Jaskier. He realized, suddenly, that he’d been listening to the man’s voice for over a month.

Geralt closed his eyes.

Fuck.

He closed the app.

***

(He may have accidentally followed the band’s page.

Then he may have accidentally found Jaskier’s page and followed that too. The man had 3,000 followers, he wouldn’t notice another one.

He may have also accidentally liked a picture, but no more than two.

Fuck, three.

But Geralt was old and social media confused him. Wasn’t his fault.)

***

“This is a lovely jacket,” Jaskier said, somewhere behind Geralt. “I love a man who feels confident wearing leather.”

A pause.

“Oh, you’ve mistaken me, I’m flirting with your jacket. Leather looks a bit like I’m playing dress-up in daddy’s clothes when I wear it. I get leather-envy.”

Geralt closed his eyes for a moment, trying to work through too many things going through his brain. First and foremost was the realization of how easily he’d known that voice, despite only hearing Jaskier speak that once (and also every time he’d introduced the bonus “work in progress” track on the CD). Second was what Jaskier was saying.

Geralt had a leather jacket. Geralt also wanted to hit his head against the table for thinking that in the context of listening to Jaskier flirt.

Third, he realized that this had been what Eskel had been planning: secretly orchestrating Geralt meeting Jaskier again.

Fuck. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t even wearing his nice shirt.

He wasn’t even wearing his nice shirt?! The idea he cared if he was wearing his nice shirt or not was the last, and worst, of all the realizations.

Jaskier walked by their table and then paused, backtracked, and looked at Geralt. “I know you.”

Geralt nodded, not far enough into his crisis to actually talk with Jaskier.

“Oh” Jaskier said, and his shoulders slumped. “Right. The gorgeous man who hates local music. I wasted a CD on you.”

“Not wasted,” Eskel said, while Geralt was trying to formulate a way to say ‘I think I was wrong, and maybe am into you’ in a normal way. Jaskier thought he was gorgeous and Geralt had a crush and a lasting bad impression. “He listened to it. Didn’t you, Geralt?”

“Did you?”

“It was good,” Geralt tried. He didn’t miss that Eskel had managed to drop his name, casually, which made him forgive almost the entire plot of dragging him here in the first place.

Jaskier’s face lit up, which was -- fuck. “Did you?” he preened, leaning close to Geralt just like he had the first time. “Was it?”

“I… liked it.”

“Praise!” Jaskier crowed, slipping into the booth next to Geralt so his knee was pressed firmly against Geralt’s thigh. “My bread and butter. Do it again.”

His hand landed on Geralt’s knee in a way that was less to steady himself and more as a flirtation. It was something Geralt should and would discourage, right after he finished leaning into it.

“I listened to it in my truck. Every day for a month.”

And that. Wasn’t great, was it? If the way Eskel took a drink from his pint to hide his amusement was any indication, it wasn’t great.

Jaskier blinked. Then his expression shifted from teasing to thoughtful. “Do you normally listen to music in your truck?”

“The radio, sometimes.”

Jaskier tilted his head to the side. “Then that is praise. Thank you.”

Geralt nodded, dropping his hand so the tip of his finger brushed against Jaskier’s. He’d always been better with physical flirting, anyway. When he tried flirting, his banter tended to have barbs.

Jaskier looked down at his hand. “Huh.”

***

“Hi I’m Jaskier. We’re going to try something new tonight: being a 90s cover band! First up, a cover of the 90s hit Baby’s Got Back, because there’s a man in the audience whose attention I’m trying to get, and I never know what’s too far. And Baby, he’s got Back. Second, we’ll go for the Spice Girls Wannabe My Lover, because I totally Googled 90s music before getting up here and both of them were in the first results and I’m trying to make a point. What? It’s called Wannabe? Fine. Corrected.”

“Sorry,” Eskel said beside Geralt, looking pained at the spectacle Jaskier was making.

That was the thing. Geralt should hate the attention, but.

But.

Eskel looked over at him and his frown grew deeper. “Are you smiling?”

“No,” he lied, because even if his mouth wasn’t stretched into a grin, Eskel knew him well enough and for long enough to recognize that Geralt didn’t hate what was happening. He wasn’t not smiling.

On stage, Jaskier reached over to grab a phone offered to him by the bass player. “Oh! Oh! Essi just reminded me of Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover, like the good bro she is. Yes. That. A better suggestion than Spice Girls. I mean, I don’t really care if you want to get with my friends. Essi isn’t even into men.”

The drummer smashed the cymbals, making Jaskier jump.

“That’s my cue that I’ve taken the gag too far. We’re not actually doing 90s night, but thanks for not immediately booing us off stage! And Geralt, maybe if you could slide into my DMs on Insta?”

“Joke’s on him for thinking you have Instagram,” Eskel observed. He was already done his drink and looked like he was ready to leave after sitting as the third party to some truly awkward flirting.

Geralt didn’t say anything.

“You have Instagram?” Eskel realized. “Let me guess, next you’re going to tell me you know what sliding into someone’s DMs means.”

Geralt shrugged.

Eskel squinted at him. “You didn’t get a smartphone until 2015. You think Tinder is for pyromaniacs.”

Geralt shrugged again.

“Wooooo,” Jaskier said on stage, holding up both his phone and the chorus of the song he was singing. “We have contact! Geralt says: Hi. Thank you everyone in this room for putting up with my nonsense! You have great energy. Hold on, I’m just going to...” he said, typing into his phone. “Tell me what to say!”

The audience seemed to be used to Jaskier engaging with them, because a few yelled out suggestions, including one outright filthy potential sext that Jaskier gave a ‘are you really?’ glance to. “Oh! I know.”

Jaskier: You really do have a great butt. I noticed when you left.

Geralt: You sure you’re not flirting with my leather jacket?

Geralt watched as Jaskier read the message and then floundered a little in surprise.

Geralt: I’ll wear it if you want.

Geralt: Maybe tomorrow night?

“YES!” Jaskier replied out loud. “Yes! I have a date for tomorrow night. Now, we should maybe re-start this song?”

“Stop looking so smug,” Eskel grumbled, stealing Geralt’s beer and downing it.

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timep3tals · 5 years ago

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I love your writing!!! You’re amazing!!! Since I’m a sucker for iron dad calling peter all sorts of nicknames, could you pretty please write something about Tony calling peter baby or whatever else you want?

Thank you so much!!! That means so much to me to hear. And of course I can. :)

Typically, in relationships, you couldn’t pinpoint the pivotal moment of change. There were too many nuances, too many emotions, too many distractions to say, “This is the moment where everything changed.”

With Peter and Tony, Peter knew exactly when everything changed.

Peter saw it in his mentor’s face when Thanos grabbed him. Peter saw it in the terrified slope of Tony’s mouth when the titan squeezed, and his ribs snapped under the force and punctured his lungs. Peter saw it when Tony launched everything he had at Thanos, at the desperation to save Peter’s life, while it lay in the balance on a world so far from home.

When the Titan fell, defeated and dead on the burgundy sands of his old home world, Peter knew nothing would ever be the same. Not with the way Tony’s shadow covered him as his mentor kneeled by Peter’s side. Not with the way shaking hands brushed over Peter’s cheek, smearing the blood leaking out from between his teeth.

The world went dark before Peter ever heard Tony call out, “Peter? Peter, bud, open your eyes.”

Thankfully, Strange was there. He put Peter’s body into a stasis long enough to get him back to earth, to the compound where Strange and Helen Cho pieced him back together. Recovery was hell, but Tony was there every step of the way. Literally, every step. He was fussed around Peter worse than May.

Probably because he’d been there to see the life leave Peter’s eyes.

But he tried not to think about how close to death he’d been that day.

Since then, and post-recovery, Peter’s relationship with Tony has been different. Not in a bad way, but it was noticeably different. Three days a week, Tony picked him up from Midtown and took him out for dinner, or to the park, or on some obscure mini-trip bafflingly approved by May. Every other weekend was spent at the compound with Tony, working in the workshop or generally hanging out.

Turns out, Tony was horrible at Sorry, which Peter thought was hilarious. But any card game they played, Tony won without fail. It was actually somewhat infuriating, especially because Peter knew Tony was cheating, he just wasn’t sure how.

Regardless of what they did, everything was different. For one…

“Hey, bambino,” a soft voice crooned somewhere above his head. Peter twitched, but didn’t quite stir from semi-consciousness. “Peter, baby, it’s time to get up.”

The nicknames. The nicknames were definitely new. Not like, new to this exact instance because Peter would’ve shat himself if he heard bambino for the first time (he sort of did, the actual first time). But new since they’d returned from space. Tony always had nicknames for him, of course, Underoos, Spidey, Kid, so on and so forth, but not these types of nicknames.

Not these gentle ones, the ones that made Peter feel treasured, and special, and so very loved.

“Earth to Peter Pan,” Tony said. A finger poked against Peter’s cheek. “Baby, I know you can hear me. I see you trying to fight a smile, you’re not slick.”

The smile burst out from the cage Peter had tried to put it in. He stretched and rolled to face Tony where he sat beside Peter on his bed. A warm, familiar hand caressed two knuckles down his cheek, so light even Peter could barely feel it.

“G’mornin’,” Peter mumbled. He peeked an eye open and caught sight of a smile that made his heart flip. “What time’sst?”

“Time for Spider-Baby to eat breakfast,” Tony said. The hand vanished for a moment, and came back with a sleeve bunched over the thumb to smooth away a line of drool going down Peter’s cheek. “And take a shower. You drooled a small ocean on your pillow.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh.”

Peter pouted. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re gross,” Tony shot right back. The smile didn’t vanish, only grew, as Tony dipped down and pressed a kiss right above Peter’s brow. “Come on, baby, it’s almost noon.”

The clock read 9:04 am. Tony, seeing where his eyes went, tried for another tactic.

“I made you pancakes.”

Oh no. Peter squinted suspiciously. “Made or ordered?”

Tony huffed, feigning indignance. “I can cook, you know. I’m an adult, we can do things like cook pancakes.”

They stared each other down. Peter squinted harder. Tony narrowed his eyes in return. Peter raised one eyebrow the way Pepper always did when unimpressed, and Tony immediately caved.

“Oh, fine, I ordered them,” Tony said. “Ungrateful little brat.”

“The last time you made pancakes, you burned both sides. I shockingly don’t like burnt pancakes!”

Tony sighed wearily. “So you’ve said. Now, are you going to help me eat those pancakes or should I help myself to everything?”

“I’ll get up,” Peter acquiesced. If only so his mentor didn’t eat all of his pancakes. “Shower first?”

“Please,” Tony said. Tossing his legs over the side of his bed, Peter hopped up to grab the change of clothes Tony had already set out for him on his dresser. “I can’t have a drool-covered Spider-Baby at my respectable kitchen table. Not in my Christian neighborhood.”

Peter groaned. “That is such an old meme, stop. You’re so old.”

“Excuse me? I am not old, Peter Pan! I am comfortably middle aged!”

The door to the bathroom was inside his room. Peter still hadn’t quite gotten used to having an ensuite, but he’ll admit it definitely had a lot of perks. He swung the door open, and sent Tony a cheery smile back over his shoulder.

“Only old people say they’re comfortably middle aged!”

To the sound of Tony’s spluttering, Peter closed the bathroom door and tried his best to muffle his laughter at the affronted look on his mentor’s face. Once he heard the telltale signs of Tony getting off the bed, Peter cracked the door back open and stuck his head out of the bathroom. Tony looked up, mouth parted on a soundless sigh.

“I love you,” Peter said.

A slideshow of emotions passed over Tony’s face in a matter of two seconds. Finally, he seemed to settle on a nameless emotion that hurt to see, and Peter’s eyes began to burn when his mentor replied, “I love you, too, baby. More than anything or anyone.”

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rise-up-ting-ting-like-glitter · 4 years ago

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Title: Rated “X” Collaborator Name:Wiggle/Rise-Up-Ting-Ting-Like-Glitter Card Number: 3086 Square Filled: S1 Evil exes Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: M Major Tags: canon typical violence, crack played straight Summary: It’s always something when it comes to the avengers, but this is just weird. Word Count: 544

It wasn’t like things weren’t chaotic everywhere. A smoke haze filled the air, drifting in from whatever Tony had mostly prevented one block over. Up and down the street cars were on fire, belching more of it into the sky. Bucky could barely see the what was happening anymore. He’d had to abandon his perch when it became impossible to tell civilian from threat.

Something smashed into the building next to him, several stories up glass shattered and a chunk of concrete broke free to slam into the street.

“Cap, if you’ve got any advice for an ex-archer without a home, I’m currently taking suggestions. This is getting a little extreme, don’t you think? Where’s Iron Man, anyway? I could really use an extraction.”

“Hawkeye, that is very helpful thank you. Can you see anything at all?”

“I’ve got a couple explosions down on fourth that are breaking through the dust and smoke. It still mostly looks like they’re trying to exterminate Tony. At least, that’s what I assume from what looks to be an exodus in at his last position.”

“Thor, give Clint his extraction and then see if you can find Tony. Bucky—”

“Yeah yeah, I’m on it.” Bucky changed direction, he’d seen a flash of Steve’s shield through the debris cloud a block or so back.

“Well, excuse him.” Came Clint’s voice over the line.

“Cap.”

“What is it Widow?”

“I’ve got more incoming.”

This time when Steve responded, Bucky could hear the strain in his voice, the line turning active before Steve could say anything. “Great—” There was a slam then Steve’s laboured breathing. “Of course you do—” Another slam.

“C’mon Cap, Hawkeye’s right, this is supposed to be an execution.”

Tony. Bucky breathed easier, Steve was in sight and Tony had finally responded over the comms.

“Not you too.” Steve managed while flinging himself off a building. He held the shield out beneath him and Bucky crouched, holding his hand out palm up. The shield hit first and Bucky rotated with it bringing Steve around to a soft landing leaving them back to back. Even with all the drama, the relief in Steve’s voice was almost as palpable as Bucky’s.

“You got a solution for us, Iron Man?” Bucky said. “Can’t say I’m all that excited to die here.”

Steve groaned behind him.

“See twinkle toes? If you’d just asked nicely—”

“Just answer the question, Tony.” Nat didn’t sound right.

“I do like to exceed expectations.” Tony’s voice had gone soft and distant. “Close your eyes.”

Bucky knew better than to hesitate. He slammed his eyelids shut, threw the arm up for good measure, and reached for Steve, who was already rotating to put the shield over both of them.

Even under the shield, the light that followed consumed everything. Luckily, it seemed to work. When Bucky blinked himself back to usefulness the air was clearer and the… bodies? Of the things they’d been fighting lay unmoving.

Giant, six foot exes—evil exes—like some primary school nightmare were strewn across the street as far as Bucky could see.

Bucky could hear the familiar sound of Tony approaching. He gave a slow twirl over and Bucky and Steve. “Excelsior!”

Bucky needed a new job.

#Winteriron #tsb #Tony Stark Bingo #editing is for people who have time #I only have issues :P #bingo fills #crack #tsb2020 #tonystarkbingo2020

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Switching Sides: Part 10 (HLITF)

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If you wanna catch up, Part 9 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature.

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Several weeks had passed since I'd retaken my birth name. By then, I had dyed my hair a greyish white. Flashy, I know, but I needed something completely different from the black it was before so that I could be less recognisable. I managed to get a job at a bar as an indoor bouncer. It basically means I acted as a club-goer, surveying the floor for anything illegal going on, and escorted people out when I did catch something. The club was owned by a friend of Kanto's and he pretty much got me the job. I also worked mornings at a rock-climbing centre as an instructor of sorts. Having never really done it before, I mainly just watched over climbers and could go up to talk first-timers down if they got too scared.

The collective jobs helped me keep up with my share of the rent, even though Juna didn't want me to pay it. Although, I would have been mortified if I stayed at my sister's apartment for free when she was starting to invest in her baby furniture.

Because I worked most nights and most mornings, I mainly slept for a few hours in the afternoon. It was definitely a culture shock from the strict regiment the academy had us on that made us get up early in the morning and worked us into the night. Luckily, I had been able to keep up my own daily exercise.

Today was the day I decided to try and get the evidence of my father's crimes to someone in the Public Safety Division. My runs took me to the station where I tried to gather someone's daily lunchtime routine. It seemed, being the youngest, Shinonome was sent out to get coffee for the team. Which, honestly, surprised me. ‘I never expected him to serve anyone, but I guess if you're technically the rookie...’

"Juna! I'm leaving now!" I shouted from the entrance, slipping on my trainers. Soon, I heard my twin waddling toward me and I looked up.

"Why do you always leave me alone in the afternoon?" Her eyes were full of tears due to the severe mood swings she'd been getting lately. She had gotten... pretty big over the last few weeks, which did make me nervous. If she had twins, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep living there.

"I won't be gone long, you don't have to worry." I stepped forward with a calm smile, hugging her as my irritation skyrocketed. It felt like all she had been doing lately was cry. Kanto was at his orchestra practice in the afternoons, so I would be leaving her in her lonesome.

"I'm handing in the evidence today. Wish me luck!" I pulled back, holding her shoulders and rubbing them to try and put her at ease. She pouted but said the words to bid me luck and I left, running in the direction of the Police Station.

With my baseball cap on, too cloudy to be wearing sunglasses inconspicuously, I jogged along with the thick envelope rattling in my jacket pocket. It was good that I didn't have any fingerprints, it made sliding something into a detective's pocket much easier, seeing as I didn't need to worry about being identified by prints.

Taking this time to recollect on the past month I'd been living my new life with my sister and her boyfriend, a small sigh escaped my mouth; and it wasn’t because of the panting caused by my exercise. Luckily, they didn't make me feel like a third wheel- I felt like one of the family- but my life was so boring compared to what it once was. At least the first time I started my life over, I had the excitement of living a normal life for the first time.

However, like the novelty had worn off, I found my current life... dull. I spent my nights watching couples drunkenly make out, catching shady drug deals in the club bathroom, and stopping creeps from taking girls home without their consent. Sure, it was the same petty crimes I had been dealing with before the academy, but since I was invited to play with the big guys, I grew a taste for debunking major organisations and corrupt politicians. It felt like I was really making a difference in the world when I worked with Kaga.

That was another thing I couldn't stop thinking about. I missed the constant complaining of my intelligence and how easy I was able to bounce back from his insults. I felt like we left things sour after I had ruined their case and essentially let Takada run free for a little longer than he should have. Because I had caused so much trouble for him in the end, I wondered if he had actually felt anything when he found out I didn't come out of that hotel. Did he care that I was dead? Was he sad? Regretful? I knew that when I believed he had died, I was heartbroken. But, maybe that was the respect I felt towards such a competent detective, and not for any underlying emotions I felt to the man I had grown to somewhat understand?

Turning the corner to the busy city street, I peered up at the massive building across the road. It was cloudy: autumn turning to winter, some stores even had Christmas decorations, and a slightly chilled breeze blew through the air. Lots of people wore masks to shield their faces from the city air and the cold that tried to nip at their nose.

Taking a quick deep breath to calm my racing heart, I continued to cross the street, waiting near the Station's entrance for the youngest detective to ever make it into the Public Safety Division.

Minutes passed and I worried today might be one of the days Shinonome was at the academy or out on a mission. I looked down at my watch as the seconds ticked by, hoping he would emerge soon.

When I looked up again, I froze at what I saw. Materialising from the doors of the Police Department was Captain Hyogo Kaga.

Quickly, I diverted my gaze, worried he would be able to sense my surprise. Hopefully, the rim of my cap would block my most noticeable features.

‘Snap out of it, Katsumi. You don't need to be worrying about that now.’ I sighed to myself, shaking my nerves out of my head and stepping forward to intercept the detective as he walked in my direction.

"'Cuse me," I muttered as I bumped into him, slipping the thick beige letter out of my pocket and into his suit one. I kept my gaze down and quickly moved on, not wanting to give him a chance to shout at me.

Escaping around the corner of the building, I took in a deep breath that I didn't realise I was holding in. ‘I did it. It's all in their hands now.’

Trying to calm my racing heart, I allowed myself to take a peek around the corner to see if he had noticed what I had delivered to him. In the middle of the pathway, Detective Kaga looked at the object in his hand, having taken it out of his inner pocket. I cringed slightly; I had hoped to have a little more time to get away before he realised.

‘At least he has it. Hopefully, he'll take it seriously.’ Biting the tip of my thumb, I continued down the alleyway between the station and the next building, disappearing before Kaga could think to follow me.

~~~~~~

That night, I'm sitting at the bar of the club I worked at, a glass of water in my hand as I let my gaze fall around the room.

"Tonight seems pretty quiet. You haven't moved from that seat since you got here." The bartender, who I had grown to befriend, laughed from across the counter.

"Noburu, don't say that word! Do you know how unlucky that is?" I instantly freaked out, standing up on the foot rest of the minimalist stool to get my urgent point across.

"What word..? Quiet?" He leaned in to whisper it to me and I hastily covered his mouth.

"You'll jinx me!" I frowned, not wanting to have to get up much tonight. It being the middle of the week, the room was pretty calm, but I wasn't going to ignore superstition.

"You're so cute when you pout, Katsumi." Once I had uncovered the man's mouth, he pressed a finger into my cheek and I scowled at him. Even though my white hair was in pigtails, something Juna had been obsessing over at the time, I didn't appreciate that compliment.

"I'm a grown woman!" I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to the room behind me.

~~~~~~

Later on in the evening, the door to the club opened again and I glanced at the new entrants...

‘This can't be happening.’ My mouth opened agape when I saw three of the special instructor's enter the club in suits like they had just come from the office.

"I told you you would jinx me," I muttered under my breath, blaming my friend for the detectives being here. Luckily, he was at the other end of the bar taking orders from a group of bachelorette party girls.

‘Okay, hopefully, they won't recognise me as the name I came up with? What was it again?’ I quizzed my memory, trying to think back to a month ago.

Trying to calm my racing heart by taking a long, deep breath, my gaze fell to the other end of the bar. I noticed a man, standing suspiciously close to one of the party-goers. His back was to me, but I could see his hand reach for one of the women's drinks and drop something into it when he thought no one was looking. I sighed, hopping off my stool and walking up to him before he could move away from the scene.

"Please come with me, sir." I smiled so he wouldn't panic, but didn't ease the grip I had on his arm that was thicker than I could wrap around.

"Sorry, I'm not looking for a hookup tonight." He smirked down at me and I felt myself gag slightly.

"I need you to come with me, sir." I moved my other hand to the drink left on the counter and placed it on Noburu's side so someone didn't drink it while I was trying to deal with this creep.

"I said no." He frowned, trying to yank his arm out of my grip.

Quickly, I grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the counter while holding his arm behind his back, taking him by surprise while the thudding noise drew minimal attention.

"I just watched you try and drug that girl. So, if you want me to call the cops, I dare you to fight back." I whispered into his ear. Luckily, the music was too distracting and loud for our customers to realise. It was only Noburu looking at us from the corner of his eye. I watched the predator's face turn worried and he shook his head.

"Great, come with me then." I smiled, pulling him up by the neck, and guiding him towards the door.

"Noburu, can you get that girl another drink? I'll pay." Not wanting to ruin their night, I called out to my friend as we walked through the door. My boss paid me to be as discreet as possible. I would get paid extra if I caught a crime before we needed to call the police.

~~~~~~

After throwing the man on the dirty street and warning him to never come back to this club, I reentered the room.

"Another creep?" Noburu leaned over the counter to talk in a low tone. I nodded, retaking my seat and ordering another water. Although, it wasn’t like I had to pay for it.

"I don't see how it can be so easy to buy that stuff?" My bartending friend frowned, pouring my drink and placing it on a napkin.

"Depends. Some stuff is prescription medicine. I think the ingredients for others can be easily bought and then made into drugs?" I thought back to when I found my father's organisation and all the illegal substances they were able to mass distribute.

Suddenly, a man stood beside me at the bar, ordering drinks for three people. My eyes widened when I heard the voice, recognising it anywhere. We sat in silence while the bartender fixed his drinks.

"That was a pretty smooth takedown. Looks like you've done it a few times." Suddenly, Lieutenant Ayumu Shinonome started conversing with me, leaning on the counter as he looked right in my eyes. I gulped my water, praying he hadn't noticed me and continued looking at the array of bottles on the back wall.

"It's my job, so I get pretty good at it." Sounding a little more sarcastic than seemed polite, I questioned why I was being so rude. I would never have spoken to any of the instructors like this in the academy.

‘Well... I guess I'm not in the academy anymore.’ I could feel myself becoming more depressed as I thought back to my old life, looking down at the contents of my glass.

"What do you do for a living?" Not sensing my negative emotions, the detective kept talking. Well, he probably did, but didn’t care.

"I'm a bouncer. Like a bar cop, am I right?" I laughed self-depressingly as I took another sip of my non-alcoholic drink. I didn't drink much, I didn't like it and I didn't have time for it, but even this felt depressing, drinking water when everyone else was getting off their heads drunk. "Nothing to your cases, though, I'm sure."

"How do you..?"

"There's a type." I suddenly cut him off bluntly, embarrassed I had started a conversation when I was meant to be under the radar.

‘You're not meant to know who he is, Katsu. Don't get comfortable just because you know this place.’ Clutching the glass with both hands now, I ended the conversation with a dismissive sigh, not wanting him to have an excuse to keep talking to me when Noburu finished making his drinks.

Which seemed to be taking much longer than he usually did. I looked down the length of the counter to find the bachelorette party had called him away again. As I peered, Ayumu being in that direction, I tried to look down at his body as inconspicuously as possible. I wanted to know if he was wearing a badge. Which he wasn't.

‘Are they on a case? This is a nice neighbourhood, there isn't a lot of major crime here. Unless they've set up a meeting?’ My brows furrowed as I thought of a reason for them to be here. The club itself wasn't anywhere near the station or the academy, I made sure of it when I took the job.

"Sorry about that, man..." Noburu came running back, but led off when he realised the intensity between us. I‘m sure it was either because I dismissed him as a woman or he distrusted me. When Shinonome asked for the drinks again, the silence was almost suffocating. I was pulled out of my thoughts when he finally left and turned back to the room to do a quick sweep of anyone suspicious.

"Hey, Noburu. How long has that guy been here for?" Standing on the foot stand of my stool again, I leant over the counter to keep our conversation private. Following where I had gestured with my head, Noburu found the suspicious man I had been watching for most of the night. He had been here since opening, circling the floor like he was looking for a target. He seemed a little on-edge to me, but I wanted to make sure before I acted on anything. Truthfully, I just wanted to get away from talking about the confrontation he had just walked into. I knew he would ask, that's how Noburu was. Pried because he cared.

"Anyone wearing a hat indoors is suspicious." The bartender laughed as he started shining some glasses. "Make a move on him. If he's here for anything else, he'll turn you down." Resting on his crossed arms in front of me, he got very close to my face as we talked. I was a little stunned by the sudden close proximity.

Working at a bar, Noburu was good at flirting with our female customers to keep them drinking. He was good looking and funny. It made for an easy friendship to bloom. But, having his face so close to mine, I blushed and quickly leaned back.

"I-I'll go do that then," Noburu smirked at my fluster, resting his chin on his hand as I moved towards the dance floor.

Working somewhat undercover, I was wearing a rather short, tight dress, as asked by my boss as a form of uniform. At first, it was embarrassing to wear something that cupped my body so much, but now I was somewhat comfortable with it. I'm just glad I had a good physique.

Also, since working here, I had to get good at sweet-talking people. Mostly drunks that were more than happy to follow anyone, but I had my fair share of flirty conversations to try and get people out of the club. Fortunately, I was a fast learner.

Approaching the man with the hat, I smiled.

"Hey, you wanna dance with me?" I put my hand on his chest and grabbed his hand with my other, trying to get him to feel like he couldn't say no.

"I-I'm meeting someone." I peered up at his young face, previously hidden by the brim of his cap, and noticed a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Aw, come on! I've been watching you all evening and you haven't talked to anyone! It doesn't have to be a long dance?" I pulled on his hand to bring him to the dance floor. Maybe he was just waiting for a girl, which would explain his hesitance. But... Something was off about him, and it wasn't just the hat.

Luckily, he followed me and we started moving our bodies close together.

"So, are you gonna tell me your name?" I shout near his ear due to the volume of the music. He bit his lip but told me anyway.

"Are you the one I'm meant to meet?" Suddenly, he put his hands on my hips, whispering in my ear. As his gaze wasn't on me, I let my eyes slightly widen.

‘Is this the guy they're meeting?’

"Did a psychic tell you to meet a girl here tonight?" I laughed back, playing dumb to see if he freaked out. He ripped his hands from my body, face flushed as he stared at me.

"I don't mind the pickup line, but you don't have to be so embarrassed." Knowing he was going to scurry off out of embarrassment or fear of not meeting the person he was here to see, I tried to lighten the atmosphere. Panicking, he quickly excused himself and I watched him leave the club completely. Frowning my brows, I returned to the bar, reporting to Noburu what I had just seen.

~~~~~~

At the end of the night, which was the morning, I'm helping Noburu clean up the bar.

"Hey, are you doing alright? You seemed kind of on edge when that guy ordered. The one that stood next to you?" Noburu called from the other side of the room as I wiped down a table. I froze for a moment, not realising I had been that obviously affronted, and thought about how to respond.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine! It's just not usually the guys that come up to me." I laughed off my unease by making a self-deprecating joke and returned to the bar, where my handbag laid.

"I can't imagine that's true. Look at you." He smirked down at my body and I tried my hardest to hide my blush.

"Oh, would you look at the time! I've gotta get going." I grabbed my bag as he approached me, getting nervous about the teasing that I knew was to come. He would usually offer a flirty comment as we cleaned up together, it was probably the only way he could talk to women. I should have been used to it by that point, but I still got flustered.

As he followed me out of the building, I waved my goodbye.

"Hold on!" He called back after locking the doors. I turned around to find him scrambling to get the keys in his pocket and I laughed at how eager he was. "How about we meet up outside of work sometime? I can buy you breakfast?" His request threw me off a little, I wasn't used to making friends this quickly, or being asked out to eat with a dude.

"I-I have a job I have to get to in the morning. I'm always free for lunch though!" At the chance of having someone to hang out with other than third-wheeling my sister, I smiled brightly. He chuckled at my reaction.

"Great. Can I pick you up today?" He put his hand on the back of his neck as he asked. He almost seemed... nervous?

"S-Sure. I would like that." I also grew shy as our conversation grew to a close.

Suddenly, he moved towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You should probably get going." He raised a teasing eyebrow at my childish, extremely bashful reaction and I jumped to attention.

"R-Right! I'll see you later! I'll text you the address!" Having gotten his number in the first few days I started working at the club, I ran in the opposite direction of the club and towards the rock climbing establishment I worked at in the mornings. I was so excited, I didn't notice the car full of men parked across the road from us.

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My shift was short, thanks to my lightened heart and the busy work of teaching people how to put on their harnesses. I didn't have to actually climb much, thankfully, because I wasn't so fond of getting sweaty before my... meeting?

As I changed out of my gym wear, a female coworker announced that my sister was at the front desk.

‘Oh, she did not come for lunch!’ I cried to myself, annoyed I would probably have to pass on my date for a pregnant woman. I changed quickly so that I could encourage her to leave before Noburu got here and was shocked by what I heard before I turned the corner to the reception.

"How dare you talk of her that way?" My sister shrieked at the top of her lungs, rage making her voice sound rougher than usual.

"It's not my fault she made a moronic mistake," Kaga responded spitefully. Juna was screaming at my ex-instructor.

"She saved your life and that's how you treat her? You should be ashamed to call yourself a detective!" I wouldn't have been surprised if Juna started attacking the man. Soon I heard Soma trying to calm her down, but it didn't help much.

"Oh, Katsumi! These men are here to see you." The receptionist who had witnessed the whole affair spotted me hiding behind the wall and hurriedly encouraged me over and I sneered when she made me apparent. The memory of biting Shinonome's head off floated through my mind and I prayed he didn't tell the two detectives that hadn't been in the club last night.

I sighed and walked around to see my sister standing in front of two of my old instructors. Soma's eyes went wide as his gaze passed between me and my sister. I bit my lip, wondering why they were standing in front of me in that moment, hoping they didn't approach Juna like they had met. Because, technically, they had. Well, they've met the woman that held her legal name, Mikara Harada- which wasn't Kento's last name so I didn't know why he insisted on acting like we were married. I wasn't even sure if she knew their faces or names.

"Can I help you, gentleman?" Trying to act unaware, I approached them, letting my gaze drop to see if they had their badges on. This time, the Public Safety Detectives did.

"We'd like to take you in for questioning," Kaga explained sharply and Juna was about to retort. ‘What are they thinking?’

"Mikara, go take a seat. You don't want to mess up the baby." I pat her shoulder and showed her a smile even though I was freaking out on the inside, ensuring she heard me use her fake name so she understood the situation. I gestured to the seating area and spotted an open newspaper with the story of the hotel bombing inside. From what I could assume, she was probably talking to the receptionist when the detectives arrived. Kaga probably mentioned how stupid I was to go in after him and Juna blew a fuze.

Reluctantly, Juna went to sit down.

"Please, come with us." Soma smiled, placing a hand on my back to guide me out of the building.

"Why can't we do it here?" I panicked, not wanting to be brought in for questioning by PSD Detectives. There was no way they could track me from the security cameras at the station. Had I thwarted their investigation last night and now they were trying to get back at me?

"Would you rather get arrested for impeding an investigation?" Kaga pulled out his handcuffs and my eyes grew wide.

"No! No, thank you. I'll come with you." Allowing myself to be guided to their car, I threw my sister a look to say I would be fine- her face screwed up in worry and confusion.

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After being placed into the back of their car and escorted to the questioning booths in the station, my hands were beyond clammy. My gaze darted around the silent room, having been left alone, probably just to intimidate me. They had taken my bag to search through it, which had my clothes from last night and my gym clothes. It didn't take me long to get impatient.

Suddenly, the door burst open and I saw Kaga come in. I sat up, trying to look eager to answer any questions they had. I didn't want to seem suspicious.

"Katsumi Hoshino." He sat across from me and I nodded, too afraid to stumble over my words. They had either seen the passport in my bag or had called my employer. Because I didn't have a driver's licence, my passport was the only way I could be identified. I brought it with me everywhere in case something happened to me. The last time I was stuck in an interrogation room with the Captain flashed through my mind and I tried not to blush.

"I want to apologise for my friend. She can get a little too righteous sometimes." I flashed a smile, but he didn't seem impressed at all. It would be way too strange that we were triplets with the same face. I just hoped her makeup made it seem like there was some sort of differentiation in our features. Hopefully Kaga would buy that we were friends.

We sat in silence for a little longer.

"Can I get some water?" Feeling my throat dry up, I tried to get him out of the room. He was making me so nervous with the way he was evaluating me with his gaze, I thought I was back in the academy.

At my question, the captain got up and walked around the table. Before I could react, he pushed the back of my chair against the wall so the two front legs were in the air. I yelp in surprise as he closed the distance between us. I gulped, not wanting to say anything more in case it was incriminating.

"You have something of mine." His finger hooked the neck of my shirt, but his gaze was too piercing to look away from. I showed him a confused expression to show I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You work at that club. You met that man. And he gave you something that belongs to me." His voice was low so that only I could hear it. I forced myself not to sigh in relief when I discovered I wasn’t here for alternative reasons.

"I-I thought you looked familiar." I smiled despite myself and he frowned. "U-Um, well, the guy left before I could find out why he was there. I thought he was suspicious, but he bolted the second I approached him." I explained in a whisper, worrying about the distance between us and my suspended chair. If he relaxed his grip in any way, I would go flying into his face.

Suddenly, his other hand reached around my body and crawled up under my top to the clasp of my bra.

"H-Hang on! What're you doing?" I panicked, my face flushing red as he fiddled with my clothes. When he had satisfied whatever need he had, he pulled his hand out again. There, he held a USB drive. My brows frowned in confusion and my hand darts to where he had pulled it out of. Had it really been there all this time?

"How much of a moron do you have to be to not notice this?" Kaga chuckled at the minuscule device in between his fingertips. It was one of those high-tech ones that are about the size of a fingernail. Honestly, it wasn’t a surprise to me that I didn't realise it at first because I had been so busy.

"I-Is that all you need from me?" I stuttered out, now with all of my chair's legs back on the ground.

"What are you talking about? You assisted in stealing millions of dollars worth of online currency." Kaga turned to me, his face stern. My expression dropped and my face turned pale.

"What? I had no idea what that was, or who that guy was! There's no way I can get arrested for being in the wrong place at the wrong time!" I roared at him, truly afraid he would arrest me for something like this. Who knows what'll be uncovered if I got put in jail? Juna would be alone. The amount of my father's guys that could get to me? I'd be dead in days.

The next thing I know, he's laughing. My enraged expression fell as to one of understanding. He was teasing me. I huffed, crossing my arms as I was embarrassed I had been duped.

"We'll have to take your fingerprints to log the evidence. Then you can leave." His expression froze over again and I jumped up at the opportunity to leave.

"Lead the way!" I cheered out, maybe too loud, and he scowled. I quickly apologised for being too excitable and followed him up to the Public Safety offices.

~~~~~~

Inside, I let my eyes wander around the room. It was exactly how I remembered it. Files placed carelessly on some desks and stacked neatly on others. Every man in there wore stern expressions, faces withered by stress and or smoking. Soon enough, I spotted a pile of paper on the desk not far from me.

‘The pictures!’ I gasped as I spotted the gruesome images of murders and tortures I had taken during my youth spread all over each desk, replicas made for reference. I watched as some of the detectives analyse the faces within them, possibly trying to identify who they were from the refined images.

"Miss, please put your fingers on here." Soma approached me with a pad of ink and a file with my birth name on it.

"I... Um, I can't do that." I smiled anxiously as I rubbed the back of my neck. Soma furrowed his brows, asking me why. I could tell even he was a little annoyed with me.

"I don't have fingerprints. They, er... I had a cooking incident a few years ago." I quickly thought up a lie, not wanting to disclose the true reason, for obvious reasons. Soma looked down at my hands, contemplating what to do.

"We still need a record." Ayumu appeared out of nowhere beside me and I jumped, clamping my mouth shut so I didn't yell out at him as I sometimes had in the past.

Surprisingly, the two seemed astonished when my fingerprints came up as big black dots. There were no clear lines or lighter edges. Just ten black splodges on the page. Ayumu asked me again how I had no fingerprints.

"I was a kid. I... dropped my toy in a bat of hot oil and burned my hands." I shrugged while explaining some part of the truth. I was a child when it happened. I did dip my hands in boiling oil. Just not voluntarily.

Soon after, I was allowed to leave without many other questions. Before I was kicked out, I stole another glance at the evidence on the tables. My shoddy excuse for a reverse pickpocket had been successful and they had what they needed to arrest the men in my father's gang, whether he was still alive or not. A small smile crossed my face as I thought that.

~~~~~~

As I emerged from the spinning doors, I spotted Juna and Kanto standing by a taxi. Running over, I quickly asked what they thought they were doing here.

"We came to free you! With the way that guy spoke about you, I thought you'd never get out!" Juna frowned as she hugged me, her largening belly pushing into mine.

"Luckily it was an entirely different matter. But, we should go. Who knows what their security cams can do." I looked up at the ball of black on the station walls, worried about what being here without a disguise could mean for my safety.

#HLITF #hlitf kaga #hlitf soma #hlitf goto #hlitf ishigami #hlitf ayumu #hlitf shinonome #hlitf fanfic #voltage games #voltage fanfic #oc #ooc #her love in the force #crime #mafia #mob #police #detectives

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dingoat · 5 years ago

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Character Interview

Tagged by @kaosstar !! <3

I’ve done this one for Ahuska and for Ulfran (I wonder if any of Ahuska’s answers would be different these days...?), so I guess it’s time for SOME BUTTHEAD to have a turn, not that he needs his ego stroked any further by having someone actually interviewing him.

Watcher Five

► Name ➔ “'Five’ is the only name anybody need know or use.”

► Are you single ➔ A pause. “I am free to do as I please. And presently, there is one person who pleases me.”

► Are you happy? ➔ “What an insipid question. ‘Happy’. I am successful, which breeds contentment, but ‘happiness’ is for civilians to seek, to pretend matters.”

► Are you angry? ➔ “There are certainly things that cause me to be angry, yes. But I like to take control of them before they get the better of me.”

► Are your parents still married? ➔ “I do not care.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth place ➔ “Kaas City”

► Hair color ➔ “Dark blonde.”

► Eye color ➔ “You... can see me, can’t you? You’re not blind? My physical appearance is not a trick, I do in fact look like what you’re currently looking at.”

► Birthday ➔ “What about it?”

► Mood ➔ “I’m not sure you’d appreciate the genuine answer.”

► Gender ➔ “EX-CUSE ME???”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Seasons are all the same on Kaas. But when going offworld... winter makes for more challenging sport. Though in summer the options tend to be more varied. I suppose it’s a mood thing.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “When you work for Intelligence you learn to make use of any and every time of day, for work or sleep, as applicable. Preferences are for laymen.“

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ A sneer. “Please.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ No change in expression. No verbal response.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “I decide when any relationship is to commence or conclude.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ A faint shift to a smirk. “You haven’t lived until you have.”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “I am afraid of nothing.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “What... are these questions? If you’re describing a childish attempt at support, then no, absolutely not. But if the only qualifier is to have had my arms around and in physical contact with somebody I do not loathe, then yes.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “I imagine there have been several concurrently at any given point in my life. It is hard to avoid.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ No words, just a flat stare.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love is for soft people. Lust is for animals. I merely know my desires, and find ways to satisfy them.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “The tea, if it must be one of those.”

► Cats or dogs ➔ “A well trained akk will forever outshine any variety of felinoid. Salkies aside, Canids will always be preferable.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔ “There are colleagues, there are acquaintences, and there are my Ciphers. That is all.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ “I do believe a wild night in is preferable.”

► Day or night ➔ “Haven’t you... already asked this? But the moon has its merits, I suppose.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Caught? Pfft. Don’t insult me.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “If I was of the inclination to trip on a stair I’d have never met the physical requirements for my position. Next question.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ A long pause. “No.”

► Wanted to disappear? ➔ “When I need to make myself scarce, I do, and to great effect.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Teeth. There needn’t be a smile to go with it.”

► Shorter or taller ➔ “There is... a lot to be said for getting someone taller than oneself onto their knees. A lot indeed.”

► Intelligence or attraction ➔ “I am professionally obligated to put in a vote for Intelligence, am I not?” A smirk. “But in seriousness, if there is no physical attraction, what exactly is the point?”

► Hook-up or relationship ➔ “As I’ve already stated. There are desire, and the satisfaction of those desires. Pin whatever other labels to it as you will.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “I speak with my brother fairly regularly. He’s a doctor here in Kaas City.”

► Would you say you have a ‘messed up life’? ➔ “Don’t make me laugh.”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “I grew to dislike my parents. When I found their company particularly intolerable, I would take myself elsewhere.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out? ➔ “That would suggest somebody else making a decision for me, which, as we all know, would never be the case.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ “I’m sure you know that my life is almost nothing but secrets. Personal attitudes are well amongst them.”

► Do you consider all your friends good friends? ➔ "I consider Thirteen my sole most trusted associate.”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ "Thirteen is my sole most trusted associate.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “I’m sure Keeper does his best. And Thirteen might like to pretend he does. But nobody knows the whole of me.”

TAGGING: @askshivanulegacy I THINK THIRTEEN NEEDS A GO >.> I know this one does the rounds a bit though, seriously if anyone out there has a character they haven’t done this for yet (or recently) have at it and tag me as tagging you so I can find it and read :D

#character interview #watcher five #watcher five asks #swtor #character asks

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todo-ho-ki · 5 years ago

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If It’s Convenient For You, Pt. 5

Here it is! The short-awaited part 5! It took me forever to even think of something I’m so sorry dolls. But this one is more of a mess around thing I guess? It’s kind of fillerific and not totally necessary. I really hope you guys enjoy

Word Count: 2,069

Pairing: BakugoXReader

Warnings: Swearing, blood

@chims-kookies @velvet-kissesss you said you had post notifs on but I’ll tag you just in case!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Holy shit. All you could feel was relief. They were finally here.

He hopped off the roof and landed terrifyingly close to the man, wrapping a hand around his throat.

"If you don't, we're gonna have a problem," he growled. The man looked absolutely terrified, trembling under his grip. It was honestly a little terrifying to watch the ferocious, untamed smile consume Bakugo's face. You watched a hand reach out for Bakugo's arm

. "I wouldn't if I were you. I have some bad news," His tone took on a quality you'd never heard in a voice before. "There's no way you're winning." His free hand began to crackle with little explosions.

"Now!" He yelled and you watched excitedly as a path of ice began creeping toward them both. Bakugo jumped away at the last second as the ice encased the man's ankles and knees, then his waist and arms, leaving only his head exposed.

"What the-?"

"Only idiots concentrate on one enemy at a time. Idiots and bad villains." All his struggling was to no avail as Todoroki strolled casually around the corner, hands in his pockets.

"Get the others out of here. The police are on their way."

Bakugo scoffed. "I'm already on it." His arms crossed as he plodded toward the building, a scowl on his face.

"Are you all right?" Todoroki bent over you curiously.

"Uh, well, not really."

"Hmm. Let's get this wound taken care of." He knelt near your bad leg and you winced as he picked up the hem of your skirt.

There was no time for him to do anything; a sudden explosion erupted from the building, blowing out the windows and shaking the ground.

Todoroki was quick to shield you from the glass, a wall of ice covering the two of you. He let out a soft sigh as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I didn't say blow up the building." His exasperated tone made you chuckle.

Kirishima rushed out from around the corner, breathless. "Dude! Did he- that wasn't the plan!" He surveyed the damage. "Jeez." He ran in yelling for Bakugo, who met him at the door screeching.

"What did you do?"

"Those assholes tried to take me hostage!"

"So? You blew up the building! Overkill, man."

Their arguing voices carried in the wind. Your eyelids grew heavy as the other two dealt with the fallout of Bakugo's temper tantrum. You didn't even realize how tired you were, leg throbbing in an excruciating pain you couldn't deal with right now.

"Is he always this hard to handle?" Todoroki's expression told you everything you needed to know.

The vibrations of Bakugo's heavy steps fell across the asphalt and Todoroki's wall of ice melted.

"Whatever! I took care of it, didn't I? There were no other people in there!" Bakugo yelled back.

"No! You didn't! You wanted to run in blasting first and asking questions later! And we told you that was stupid because there were bystanders and a hostage, so you sulked in a corner! And then you did it anyway! Not manly! You could've hurt someone."

You surveyed Bakugo's face for any semblance of an answer. You'd seen him fight and rescue on TV many times. He was definitely smart and more than able to come up with a good plan. So why was he being so reckless now?

"Well, I didn't! Everyone is fine!"

Everyone? Even me, lying on the ground bleeding?

Maybe they'd decided your wound wasn't so lethal you needed immediate treatment. But even in the wake of that, it was almost like they were doing an exercise, not actually rescuing someone.

The ideas bounced off in your head while you acquired whiplash watching the two argue back and forth.

Are they not.. phased at all? I'm bleeding to death slowly!

"Excuse me!" Ther stopped to look at you, almost stunned you interrupted. "I. Have. Been. Stabbed! And I'm bleeding profusely! Can someone please do literally anything?" You scolded them with a pretty fiery passion.

Kirishima looked embarrassed as he sat you up against your car.

Not at all what I was going for, but this'll do. Your arms crossed with a huff.

"Sorry we're late," Kirishima smiled. "I'm glad we meet again though." You couldn't help but smile. Kirishima's attitude was infectious.

"Again?" Bakugo muttered, confusion clear on his face. Even in your stupor, it didn't make it past you.

"Oh my god." You were nearly dumbfounded. His stupid-looking face told you everything you needed to know. This idiot didn't recognize you outside of the store.

"You-I-" Your head turned to Kirishima for some assistance, but he was hopelessly embarrassed.

"Dude. She's the girl from the convenience store," he strained, eyebrows raising and scrunching together.

"Oh, this is that brat?" He gave you a lazy once-over.

"I swear to god if I could stand I'd fight you right now."

"Can you get her out of here Katsuki? She's bleeding pretty bad and you can get to the hospital faster than an ambulance. We'll handle the police and..the people. And probably the news." Kirishima helped you stand up finally, bracing you against his side.

Bakugo took a look around the parking lot for a moment.

"Trying to run away?" You joked. "I'm not that awful to be around." Your words didn't even register as he pulled the headband off Kirishima and ripped it in two in one smooth motion.

"Hey!"

"Hush."

He knelt down and wrapped half of the band around the top of your leg as a tourniquet and you had to do everything in your power not to buckle under the feel of his warm hands ghosting your thigh.

He's not even going to ASK!?

You were lucky you had Kirishima's waist to dig into or a hand probably would've ended up grabbing Bakugo's messy hair. You were certain your red face was a dead giveaway as his fingertips grazed your skin lightly to tie a knot in the fabric. And in your stomach.

He wrapped the other half around the wound itself twice as gently as before. You shrieked a little as he looked up, not bothering to stand quite yet.

"How's that?" His voice suddenly grew soft, which wasn't doing you any favors. "It's- fine," the words barely crossed your lips. You were in a daze, his questioning red eyes holding you hostage.

"Good. I don't need you bleeding all over my clothes." He took more liberties with Kirishima's clothing, ripping his sleeve off of his shirt and cleaning all the blood off your leg that wasn't dried.

You nearly lost your mind as he stood back up, towering over you, arms outstretched as he wrapped one around your shoulder and picked up your legs.

You didn't even have time to react to his snide comment before a tingle shot up your back and you were forced to swallow whatever words you were about to say.

His hands were so insanely warm and soft. The heat mixed with the cold air and you felt goosebumps on your arms and neck, though you were certain it had almost nothing to do with the temperature. You buried your face in his shoulder, hoping maybe he just wouldn't notice your reddening cheeks and shivers.

"Try not blow her up too. Or steal her clothes,"Kirishima chided, motioning to his lack of sleeve.

"Yeah yeah. Wouldn't dream of either."

Did you like that he said that? Every passing moment made you more curious to find out.

He took off into the night, bounding effortlessly, the moon giving a slight illumination to his still face. You dared sneak a peek at his features and damn if he wasn't just as beautiful as he was the other day, no trace of anger in his face. A soft gasp crossed your lips and his eyes flicked to the side.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"No. Well, maybe a little." Your breath was catching in your throat but it wasn't because of any airtime.

"You're not gonna get sick or somethin' are you?"

"Wh-no! I wouldn't dream of it." Your eyes trailed down to his jawline. You were pressed so close to his face. It was driving you mad how little distance you had to close to press your lips against his neck.

Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything embarrassing.

But you didn't feel your hands unclasp themselves. You didn't feel yourself reaching for the side of his face, hand connecting with soft skin. You didn't even realize you were staring at him with your mouth half open in awe of how gorgeous he really was. But he did.

"You better watch yourself, you fucking idiot. Don't touch me like that," he growled, eyes darting to you in warning before snapping back to the endless night in front of him.

You were sure you were a million degrees hotter than a second ago, letting out a squeak of shame.

What the actual fuck am I thinking? Fucking idiot is right! If you're gonna be the worst can't you at least wait until you can get away?

The wind kicked up as your embarrassment soared far beyond what you were sure was appropriate for one person to feel.

"Uh, yeah. If you wanna just literally drop me, just like, right on the ground so I can die, that'd be cool."

When in doubt, vocally wish for death!

It seemed a bit carried by the wind, but you could've sworn you heard some sort of noise resembling a laugh from his chest.

Did he just- did I make him laugh? Was that a fucking laugh?

There wasn't much time to ponder. "Don't tempt me, stupid woman. You're just lucky I'm used to people thinking I'm pretty."

You immediately opened your big stupid mouth to remark. " Too bad you're not used to people thinking you're bearable to be around."

With that you felt both his hands clench bruisingly on your skin.

"You talk a lot of shit for someone who couldn't fight off one dude with a knife."

"And you talk the perfect amount of shit for someone I'd consider an asshole. What's your point?" You sassed, rolling your eyes as he landed in front of the hospital.

Without warning he pulled his arm out from under you, forcing you to land on your good foot. Luckily you were paying attention. A stinging sensation buzzed at your ankle and the warmth from him was gone, leaving you frigid and angry.

"Ow! Asshole! What would you have done if I landed on my other leg and died right here?" His stare was almost incredulous as you kept yourself latched to his shoulders.

You really were wishing for death, perhaps in the form of a meteor striking earth. You were glad he shook off the minute before this one, but you would be fine if you never saw him again.

"You're so fucking dramatic. Let go of me." He picked your lingering arm off his shoulders.

"Cool. Guess I'll just hobble into the hospital then."

He rolled his eyes and picked you up again, much more roughly than before. A feeling of warmth shot through you and your eyes fluttered closed. "Wow. Such a brat," He scoffed. He trudged up the walkway quickly, probably eager to get rid of you.

Maybe..you were a little bit of a brat.. you didn't finish the thought as you fell asleep within seconds. No longer flying through the air meant you were truly warm and the pain in your leg was finally returning to a dull throb.

"Oi! Wake up!" Bakugo's gruff voice startled you awake just before he tossed you into a wheelchair like you were a beanbag of sorts.

"Jesus! Are you this rough with everyone you have to save?"

"Most of them are smart enough to not give me so much damn sass. Or they aren’t awake. You're obviously not that seriously injured if you can't keep your mouth shut. So we'll wait for a room."

We?

Your arms crossed as he wheeled you into the hospital.

How does this asshole stay in business? What agency looked at this dude and said 'yeah, no liabilities here!'

He checked in at the front desk and surprisingly sat down next to you, crossed arms matching your own. Was he really going to not only deny you emergency services, but annoy you the whole time you were waiting, too?

#bakugo x reader #BNHA #fic update #bakugou

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pollylynn · 5 years ago

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Blackwing 602: Chapter 6—A Caskett Season 2 Multi-Chap of Indeterminate Length

A/N: Welp. Those ding dang characters still haven’t quite made it to the other side of the room. Chapters 2–5 are here on Tumblr. Chapter 1 is on AO3. If you don’t want to read the first part, all you need to know is that in “A Chill Goes Through Her Veins” (1 x 05), Beckett pockets what turns out to be a very expensive pencil when she’s in Castle’s office. We’re somewhere around One Man’s Treasure (2 x 10) or maybe The Fifth Bullet (2 x 11), but again, this isn’t really involving those episodes. It’s just towards the end of the first calendar year these two knew one another. Title: Blackwing 602, Chapter 6 WC: 1000

Lanie is, eventually, merciless. But Kate expected that. She’d braced for that, and she certainly prefers it to the way things start.

“Thought you made it pretty clear you weren’t interested when I brought him up the first time.”

There’s none of her friend’s trademark sass in what ought to be an opening salvo. Lanie is perplexed by the early morning summons. She is confused by the favor Kate is asking of her, stumbling as she goes. She is downright alarmed by the fact that Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD, seems to have come over all shy.

It's no wonder that she’s perplexed, by all that, but this goes well beyond puzzlement. Lanie, who considers it to be her sacred duty to tell it like it is, is being cautious. She is treading on eggshells, and Kate pretty much hates that. She pretty much hates the obvious conclusion—that she’s been wearing her grief-stricken heart on her sleeve and everyone has noticed.

“I’m not interested,” she snaps. The air quotes she carves around the last word stiffen Lanie’s spine. They arch her eyebrow, and Kate thinks to herself, Good. She continues on in a tone that’s every bit as brisk. “Not in him. I’m interested in his work.”

“His work.” Lanie hits back with razor-sharp air quotes of her own. “That what the kids are calling it these days?”

Emboldened by the snark, Kate produces a box from her pocket. It’s not the fancy magician’s box, or the one with the ravens that seem silly now—silly here with the year tipping steadily toward Christmas. This is just something plain she had lying around. It's long and stiff-sided enough to keep its cargo safe. She sets it on the cafe table between the plate with Lanie’s half-eaten croissant and the muffin she hasn’t even peeled the paper from. Her hands aren't shaking. She doesn’t think they are, but she quickly pulls them back and wraps them around the giant bowl of her coffee cup, just in case.

“He’s a sculptor, right? And he does miniatures.” She presses her palms into the warm ceramic to keep her hands from twitching the damned box back out of sight. She is having second thoughts about this. She is having third and fourth and fourteenth thoughts about this and it’s another thing too big to count on all her fingers, but she’s come this far. “You kept—“ Her teeth come together hard at the memory, unwelcome as it is for any number of reasons. “You sent me, like, a million links to pictures of his work and articles about his work and—”

“Well excuse me for trying to fix you up with some hot artsy type. Nobody else was doing a damned thing to drag you up out of that funk Castle left you—“ Lanie’s over-the-top excuse-you attitude evaporates instantly. Her gaze snaps to Kate. “This is about Castle.” She frowns, trying to make sense of it. “You want me to hook you up with the guy you blew off all summer—”

“Not hook up—“ She tries to cut in, but there’s no stopping Lanie now.

“—so you can . . . what? Finally make a move with Castle?”

To describe Lanie’s stare as piercing would be grossest understatement, but Kate bears up. She manages not to wither, even though that troublesome shyness is creeping over her again.

“It’s not a move,” she says firmly. Lanie’s stare takes on a decidedly skeptical cast, but it’s true. She hears her own voice. She feels the shape of the words and knows it’s true—she’s not making a move at all, so she goes on. “It’s a gesture.”

She reaches for the box again. She slides a nail under the flap at the top and tips the contents out into the palm of her hand. Lanie’s face goes absolutely blank. Kate looks from her friend to the reverent way she herself is holding the pencil so that the shining black barrel will catch the winter sunlight that's pleasantly toasting the two of them and their table through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The tableau is absurd. She looks like she’s waiting for a choir of angels to take their cue, and it's absolutely absurd. She gives in to the wild urge to laugh.

“It’s his. It’s . . . used,” she manages to gasp. “The damned thing is used, and Lanie, you won’t believe—“ it’s too much. She grabs the box and taps the pencil right back in, because the sight of it is just too much. “You won’t believe how much it cost.”

“Girl,” Lanie folds her arms across her chest. “You better go right back to the beginning.”

So she does. She goes back to laser tag and Martha’s green clay mask. She goes back Melanie Cavanagh and that stupid, stupid impulse.

“You stole a pencil.” Lanie eyes up the box lying between them like it might rise up like a cobra and strike. “That hundred-and-something-dollar pencil and now you not only want to hack it up, you want to make me some kind of accessory after the fact.” “And your friend.” Kate nods. She meets Lanie’s eye boldly. She’s feeling a little giddy now that it’s all out on the table, so to speak, but she manages to keep a straight face. “The one I blew off all summer.”

“And it’s not a move, it’s a gesture?”

Lanie gives her the one-two of the air quotes and the hard stare, but Kate just shrugs. She rolls her shoulders and feels her shyness slipping away. She’s told her tale. She’s asked her favor. Lanie thinks she’s nuts—she thinks gesture is what the kids are calling it these days—but she hasn’t said no.

“It’s a gesture,” Kate echoes. She tries to keep her voice level, not too eager. “So you’ll do it? You’ll ask if he can do it?”

Lanie gives a disbelieving shake of her head. “I’ll ask.” A/N: It’s so tempting to write Lanie giving Kate shit.

#Castle #Caskett #Castle: Season 1 #Castle: A Chill Goes Through Her Veins #Castle: Season 2 #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Lanie Parish #Alexis Castle #Martha Rodgers #Fic #Fanfic #FanFiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #Writing

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hungover-and-broke-student · 4 years ago

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100 character development questions

these are fun questions so i wanted to answer them all here

original post

001. When is their birthday?

- Today! October 10th 1995

002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?

- Her parents used to bake her a cake but since living alone she just makes herself cupcakes

003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea?

- She likes both but coffee does a better job but tea tastes better

004. Do they prefer being alone or with others?

- She spends a lot of time alone and has convinced herself it’s what she wants

005. Are they in good health?

- Kind of? she could stand to take better care of herself

006. What sense do they most rely on?

- Sight, she won’t wear a hood if it obstructs her peripheral vision

007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist?

- Pessimist cause she’s either right or pleasantly surprised

008. What is their favorite fairy tale?

- Chicken Little

009. Do they believe in happy endings?

- She does but for others, not herself

010. Do they believe in love at first sight?

- Unfortunately no

011. How would your character court the person of their dreams?

- Awkwardly try and fail at flirting

012. What makes your character embarrassed?

- Being made to look foolish or stupid in front of others

013. Have they ever been bullied or teased?

- Yep, especially in elementary through middle school

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

- She hasn’t been able to graduate on time and it secretly eats away at her

015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

- Fists, she’ll start talking but get herself in deeper trouble

016. What is their choice of weapon?

- A box cutter she uses for work or a baseball bat studded with nails

017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved?

- She believes it’s justified to protect one’s self or friends and deserved when people do amoral shit. If you hurt kids she’ll curb stomp you

018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do?

- Either not give a shit or join an underground anti-war resistance group

019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

- Flight or invisibility

020. What are their hobbies?

- She likes sewing and crafting

021. How do they display affection?

- She’ll want to spend a lot of time with them and bake them cookies

022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

- She once went out to the desert and got to see the stars with no light pollution. The view in Gotham depresses her

023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically?

- Expressive eyes and a good laugh. Big muscles are a plus too

024. What do they consider ugly in others physically?

- Those who give an air of superiority

025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise?

- If she can have fun with them and not feel judged

026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise?

- Taking advantage of others and cruelty

027. What is their idea of perfect happiness?

- A life free from debt

028. What makes them laugh out loud?

- A well delivered joke or clever pun can never fail

029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have?

- Some might call it childish

030. Do they believe in the afterlife?

- She’ll say no but secretly believes in ghosts

031. Are they superstitious about anything?

- She tries to read omens but doesn’t always get them entirely right

032. Does your character believe in ghosts?

- Yes, but she’ll never really admit it until she gets proof

033. Do they keep their promises?

- Tries to, but it doesn’t always work out

034. What’s their view of lying?

- Of course it sucks to be lied to and she wants to be honest with people but sometimes you need to save your own skin

035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?

- Don’t get stuck in Penguin’s pocket and don’t go to a second location, they will kill you

036. How honorable is your character?

- Not very, she’ll lie cheat and steal if need be but can be loyal to a fault

037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do?

- If they were just a regular Joe she’d at least try to give the money back, otherwise just take it

038. What bad habits do they have?

- Smoking, drinking, drugs, mouthing off to powerful people

039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?

- Fucking with someone’s sense of reality and/or breaking someone’s teeth

040. What is their obsession?

- She doesn’t really have one

041. Are they comfortable with technology?

- Comfortable enough, she can print a document but don’t ask her to code anything

042. What is their greatest achievement?

- Getting into college

043. What will they stand up for?

- She’ll stand up for those weak or in need

044. What disgusts them?

- Cruelty and general disregard for others

045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions?

- Chronic headaches/migraines that’s about it

046. How do they handle getting sick?

- Not well, she’ll be mad and grumpy at herself

047. What was the last medical problem your character had?

- She got food poisoning from a bodega cheese steak sandwich, spent almost two days vomiting

048. Do they have any allergies?

- I think I’ve said she’s allergic to tomatoes in the past but I decided to change it to shellfish

049. How does your character feel about growing old?

- She never thought she’d live this long, growing old is almost unthought of

050. How does your character feel about their own mortality?

- The fact that she will die doesn’t bother her, the question of how and will it hurt like hell does

051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today?

- Probably just have a very chill day getting stoned

052. What is your character’s worst flaw?

- Not thinking things through and mouthing off to the wrong people

053. What is your character’s greatest strength?

- She’s able to notice things others might overlook and find creative solutions to problems

054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind?

- No, being in power doesn’t appeal to her, too many people will want what you have

055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert?

- Introvert

056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger?

- Yes, she’s not proud of it

057. Has your character ever killed anyone?

- Not purposely, she tries not to think about it

058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

- It’s cold and rainy outside and all she has to do is get cozy and find a movie

059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?

- “beg your pardon?” from just being southern “ex-fucking-cuse me?” a phrase from her dear old dad “suck a dick, dumbshit” from bojack horseman

060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning?

- She loves learning, hates the price tag attached and was never really good in school

061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security?

- She thinks she wants safety and security but she prefers the excitement of adventure

062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?

- A legacy of caring for her friends

063. How well does your character handle difficult people?

- She’ll be nice in a forced customer service setting and glare behind their backs.

064. In what ways does your character annoy others?

- She can be aloof and has been described as being “a little shit”

065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer?

- She’s no good at leading others, she’s marginally better at following but doesn’t like being told what to do

066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

- Being in nature is nice and all but the city has her stuff

067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny?

- Not really but it makes a nice scapegoat when things go wrong

068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it?

- She feels a responsibility towards her friends and family but especially for her fish, Gene

069. What about your character is heroic?

- She’ll stick up for people in need, even if she doesn’t know them

070. What about your character is cowardly?

- She’ll lie and deflect responsibility for her failures

071. How kind is your character?

- Depends on whose asking

072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.)

- probably a bard and annoy everyone

073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.)

- Villain’s unwilling underling, is in it for the dental insurance or to pay off her own debts

074. What is your character’s favorite game?

- Puzzle games, especially portal and portal 2

075. Is your character ticklish?

- Yes, but don’t tell her I told you

076. How do they express anger?

- Her fists will clench and she’ll probably yell or try to kick their ass.

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

- She either cries over any and everything or goes months without expressing emotions

078. How emotionally stable is your character?

- She’s not, though trying to work on it

079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others?

- She can pick up on emotions but doesn’t always get it exactly right

080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions?

- Too easy, her face is expressive and gives her away more often than not

081. Is your character religious?

- Nope, if anything she hates the Christian God and actively distances herself from it. Christmas is nice tho

082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences?

- Either on her side or stomach under an absurd amount of blankets

083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up?

- Checks her phone and freaks out because she’s probably late

084. Describe your character in one word.

- Tired

085. Describe your character in three words.

- Doing her best (and failing)

086. How would your character describe themself in one word?

- Broke

087. How would your character describe themself in three words?

- “I’m so tired”

088. Is your character quiet or loud?

- Generally quiet

089. How vocally expressive is your character?

- Very, she can mask her disdain in a customer service voice but otherwise it gives her away most of the time

090. How bodily expressive is your character?

- She’s pretty expressive

091. What type of music does your character like?

- Lots of Pink Floyd and the Clash

092. What emotion does your character evoke in others?

- Probably annoyance

093. What is your character’s goal in life?

- Graduate and get out of Gotham eventually, maybe move out west

094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

- 1) How it feels to get shocked by an electric fence, 2) knowledge of decomposition specifically human decomposition, 3) how to hot wire a car

095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do

- 1) drive stick shift, 2) sneak around unheard and unseen, 3) hold her breath for up to 3.5 minutes.

096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project?

- She has decent posture but often carries herself in a way to project to others to stay away most of the time

097. How well do they adapt to change?

- Badly, she doesn’t like sudden change at all

098. Does your character like animals?

- Loves them, she’ll feed the pigeons around Gotham

099. Do they talk to inanimate objects?

- Pretty often, she’ll apologize to a table if she walks into it and will greet stuffed animals in stores

100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

- She has a lot of nightmares but usually can’t remember what about, usually about being watched or trying to convince someone of something and not being believed.

#ooc #lotsa questions #meme

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