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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 1 month ago

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Bake Sale

Day two of flufftober2024! The prompt was "Left. Other Left" and I had so much fun with this one :D You can read it here on Ao3

Eddie Diaz examined the map that had been handed to him when they had arrived at Chris’s school and frowned. The layout was simple enough, but it took a moment to locate DIAZ in the small, cramped print. When he finally found their surname, he let out a small breath of relief. They were located along the back wall of the Durand School Gym and on the end where there would be plenty of room for Chris to move around.

“Which way, dad?” Chris asked, tilting his head back as he looked at Eddie.

“Uh. Left,” Eddie said, mentally praying that he was reading this map correctly.

Chris started walking and Eddie gently placed a hand on his shoulder, steering him the opposite direction. “Other left, Superman.”

Chris changed direction easily enough and led his way through the already busy gym towards their table. As they moved past the tables, Eddie felt his heart sink deeper and deeper into his chest. Each table they passed was carefully set up with an arrange of treats to be sold for the semester bake sale.

Brownie bars, biscuits, cupcakes, cakes, and every sweet treat imaginable was neatly and aesthetically styled on each table the walked by.

“Morning Mr. Diaz!”

“Mr. Diaz! So glad you could make it.”

“Hello Mr. Diaz.”

Eddie smiled politely at each greeting that was tossed their way as they passed and his grip on the store-bought muffins grew tighter. He had picked them up on his way the school, guilt stirring deeply in his stomach. Eddie had meant to bake the muffins himself. After missing the last two school events due to work, Eddie had promised Chris he would be at the next one. He dragged himself after a long 12 hour shift the PTA meeting where they had announced their next fund raiser was a bake sale. Eddie had tried to listen, but he had been tired and so most of what had been said went through one ear and out the other. Thankfully, there had been a pamphlet that held all the information Eddie had needed.

And in the weeks leading up, Eddie had been prepared. He had found an easy recipe for muffins to make and had even bought the ingredients to make them. But then each shift had been exhausting and had gone into overtime and by the time Eddie realised, the bake sale was upon him, and he had not made the muffins. With a profound sense of failure, Eddie had bought several boxes of muffins and was resigned that they would have to do.

“BUCK!”

Eddie startled out of his guilt at the shout his son gave. Chris hurried ahead of him, his crutches clacking against the wooden floor as he moved. Eddie froze, jaw dropping as he took in the familiar figure standing behind their table, a layout of cakes already set up.

“Finally!” Buck beamed, stepping around the table. His smile only grew when Chris reached him, and he scooped Eddie’s son up into a hug. “I thought you guys would never get here!”

Chris giggled sweetly. “We stopped for – for muffins!”

Buck gaze met Eddie’s. “Good idea! Can’t have enough muffins!”

Lowering Chris back to the ground, Buck guided him around the table. He paused, looking over his shoulder to look back at Eddie. “You coming, Diaz?”

Eddie felt like he was moving on auto pilot. He crossed the remaining space between them, slipping behind the table and bumped his shoulder against Buck’s. He meant to say hello and thank you but what came out was, “What the hell is this?”

Buck cocked his head to one side. “What’s what?”

Eddie gestured widely to the beautifully set up table. “This.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of the small blackboard where a list of allergens was written under the carefully printed headline Diaz’s Sweet Treats!

“They’re the cupcakes, muffins, brownies, cookies and honey joys for the bake sale,” Buck said slowly, frowning slightly.

“They smell good,” Chris chirped, leaning on the table. He tilted, blinking up at Buck with wide eyes. “Can I have one?”

Buck chuckled, ruffling Chris hair. “I brought a container just for us.”

“Thanks Buck!” Chris beamed, flashing his teeth at Buck.

“You’re welcome, Superman.” Buck grinned back.

Eddie reached out and tugged on Buck’s sleeve, his mind still racing. “Buck.” And when Buck turned to Eddie, he took in his best friend. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin a little paler than usual making the birth mark stand out even more. There was a tiredness that clung to his posture, but Eddie could read that there was contentment too. Eddie felt dizzy. Because Buck had come off the same hard shift as he had and had spent the time he could have been sleeping baking for Eddie’s kid instead.

“You stayed up all night baking this,” Eddie stated. Because of course Buck would have forgone the well needed rest he deserved after the long shift they had. Anything for Christopher.

Buck grinned sheepishly. “Not all night.”

Eddie shook his head. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Buck gently tugged the boxes of muffins from Eddie’s hand. “Come on, Ed’s. Couldn’t have you guys just serving store-bought. What would Gemma Williams say?”

Eddie shuddered at the thought, remembering the very pointed message that while store-bought wasn’t forbidden, homemade would be preferable. She had directed that last bit at Eddie and while it had made him bristle, he thought she may have had a point.

Clearly, she had not anticipated Evan Buckley.

Chris made a happy noise in the back of his throat, drawing Eddie’s attention from Buck. Chocolate frosting was smeared across his cheek as his chewed happily on the cupcake he had chosen.

Buck chuckled, reaching into a large back that was resting on the chairs they had been allocated and pulled out a stack of napkins. “I knew these would come in handy.”

In a move that made Eddie’s heart beat a little faster in his chest and his knees feel suddenly weak, Buck swiped the napkin over Chris’s cheek, wiping away the icing. He managed to keep the broken noise in the back of his throat as Chris simply leaned into Buck touch, letting the taller man clean his cheek.

“Oh, Ed’s. In the back there a travel mug with coffee in it for you,” Buck said as he balled up the soiled napkin, winking at Chris. “All good, Superman.”

“Thanks Buck!” Chris beamed, revealing chocolate-stained teeth.

Buck barked out a laugh. “Yeah, you may want to lick your teeth, buddy.”

“You brought me coffee?” Eddie managed to choke out.

“Yeah,” Buck said distractedly as he started shifting some of the plates around on the table to make room for the muffins Eddie had brought. “In the blue mug you like so much.”

It shouldn’t have been surprising. Buck and Eddie are best friends so of course Buck knew how Eddie liked his coffee and that he preferred the blue travel mug because the shape of it fit perfectly in his hand, and it was easy to drink out of. It’s not even the first time that Buck had done this for him.

But it was the first time that Eddie was struck with the knowledge that he wanted to pull Buck into a kiss and pour all his thanks and gratitude into it. And that thought almost knocked Eddie on his ass.

Of course, it was Buck. Eddie was feeling extremely stupid that he was only realising now that his feeling towards Buck were not strictly platonic. Because Buck bringing him coffee wasn’t a new thing. Buck cooking for him and Chris was also not new. This is even the first school event that Buck has helped Eddie with because he had been busy with work, taking extra shifts so that he could get Chris everything that he needed.

And Eddie wasn’t oblivious to the jokes that the team had made about them being an old married couple. Or the way that sometimes complete strangers mistook them for a couple. Except, maybe they hadn’t been wrong because they had been building a foundation for years now. They had become a family, partners in every way. The only thing they weren’t doing was having sex.

“Ed’s?”

Eddie blinked at Buck’s concern look. “Yeah?”

“You feeling okay?” Buck asked, shifting to give Eddie his full attention.

Blue eyes raked over Eddie and his suppressed the shiver and the flash of want that went through him at having Buck’s full attention on him. Chris school was not the time or the place to be having those kind of thoughts.

“I’m fine.” Eddie cleared his throat. Of all the times to have a revelation about Buck. His head spun when Buck gripped his shoulders, face ducking closer.

“Liar,” Buck said softly. “What’s wrong? Did you get hurt yesterday?”

Eddie shook his head. “No, no I’m not hurt. I’m fine.”

Buck squeezed Eddie’s shoulders. “Come on, Ed’s. You can talk to me. What’s going on? You’ve been weird since you got here.”

“Dad’s always weird,” Chris chirped.

“Am not,” Eddie huffed.

“You are a little,” Buck grinned. “Now, what’s going on? How can I help?”

“No, it’s nothing. Just, you know,” Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Just realised I’m completely in love you with. No big deal.”

“You…” Buck trailed off, eyes going wide.

Eddie swallowed thickly. “Yeah.”

Buck looked around widely before turned back to Eddie, eyes still hopelessly wide. “You’re having this revelation now?”

Eddie huffed. “Well, it’s your fault.”

“My fault?” Buck scoffed.

“Yes, yours,” Eddie hissed, his heart pounding in his chest. “You went ahead and did all of this,” he waved at the table of baked goods. “And were your usual amazing self and taking care of Chris so he’s not the kid whose dad couldn’t cook anything for a bake sale.” Eddie glared at Buck. “And you brought me coffee.”

“I always bring you coffee,” Buck pointed out, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, you do,” Eddie said, something warm blooming in his chest. “And you brought me it in my favourite travel mug. So, yeah, it’s your fault.”

“Well,” Buck said, his smile growing wider. “Better late than never.”

“You, uh,” Eddie licked his lips, nerves dancing under his skin.

“Love you too?” Buck asked. His smile softened, blue eyes glittering. “Yeah, I do.”

Eddie let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. He felt dumb with how giddy he felt. He felt a trail of fire trail down his skin where Buck’s hands slid down from his shoulders and over his biceps before Buck let go. Eddie almost whined at the loss but managed to catch himself intime.

“Can’t believe you figure it out now,” Buck grumbled as he turned back to the table. “I can’t kiss you in the middle of the school gym.”

Eddie bumped Buck’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t have been so amazing then.”

Buck scoffed. “Just you wait. When we are done with the bake sale and not surrounded by nosy PTA mums…” Buck trailed off and winked.

“Are you going to start kissing now?” Chris asked, nose wrinkling.

Eddie’s heart stuttered in his chest.

“Not now,” Buck said. “But probably later. If that’s okay with you?”

Eddie reached for Buck’s hand, giving it a light squeeze when he caught the nerves hidden in his voice. He was pleased when Buck gripped him back, leaning more into his space.

“I suppose so,” Chris said thoughtfully, giving a shrug.

“Awesome,” Buck sighed with relief and Eddie couldn’t help the giggle that burst out of him.

Eddie’s breath hitched when Buck leaned in close, his lips brushing against Eddie’s ear as he spoke lowly. “As soon as its acceptable, we’re leaving so I can finally kiss you.”

“Yeah,” Eddie croaked out. He blushed at the smirk Buck gave him and then gave him a light shove. The bake sale couldn’t end fast enough.

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #ao3 fanfic #buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #eddie diaz #evan buckley #9-1-1 #buddie 911 #christoper diaz

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cat-vase · 2 years ago

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Julien got teleported to the Golden Gate Bridge all alone in the middle of the night :(

So what if he wasn't!

As much as I LOVE mintymath, Oscar is very much a different person than Owen, even in the small snippets we have of them. Also, Oscar knows things about ONE but not about Liam, and with Owen it's the opposite!

I think this has been brought up multiple times but Owen is a telemarketer right? There is a CHANCE he is bilingual to a degree. If not then at least he has the RESOURCES to understand. And I love love LOVE the idea of Owen taking the same route home as Liam and that's how Liam got reported as missing - Owen recognized his bike since it's his friend, who else would know it's LIAM'S bike and not just a random one left there? So when Julien gets teleported back Owen has a CHANCE to run into him. It's the middle of the night sure, but maybe Julien just kinda. Sits there out of shock for a good long while. I know I would.

The later tragedy of Liam being the person that saved Julien and obviously being Owen's friend that disappeared and Julien KNOWING he's gone. He doesn't know HOW Liam got to where he is, or how he leaves or where he leaves to, but he most certainly isn't coming back if he already hasn't, because he HAS the coordinates, right? If he wanted to come back he would have. Right?

The slow and dawning horror as Julien learns more about Owen's life, as plain as it may seem to him, there's little things that maybe tip him off. Owen always has a green bracelet on, there's a specific route they take every day to go to the police station (IF they go to the police station). Owen's phone lockscreen. Julien knows it's the same guy, of course it's the same guy, and so he asks about him, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Owen brushes it off as him being weird and nervous about talking still, and Julien has a name for the face that saved him. Liam. He likes the same music Owen plays in his car all the time (even if Julien doesn't understand the lyrics without looking them up first), they split a blueberry muffin every morning, Owen has a bunkbed because one of them had to take it home from college.

He sounds... normal. He sounds fun! And Julien can't say anything, because dashing the hope that Owen still has, that MAYBE Liam is still out there? That would be inhumane. He knows what it's like to not have hope anymore, he knows that feeling DEEPLY, and he can't do that to another person.

He wonders how Liam died. How he's able to do what he does, with the numbers. WHERE he got the numbers from.

Owen mentions he just... disappeared, one day. Maybe he's drunk. Maybe he's just a little sad. Out of the blue, Owen says. Like someone teleported him off the face of the planet.

Julien remembers a blistering, sunny sky and a crushing pain in his skull.

He can't say anything, but he KNOWS. He knows.

And I don't know when or IF Liam ever makes it home but if he does. If he does? Ohhhh my god, if he does. It would be like putting a puzzle together after losing a handful of its pieces. I think I've talked about Julien physically being UNABLE to know as much as Liam does despite him probably wanting to, after being stuck so long. So like... Liam finally coming back? And having context to who Liam is? Who he knew, what he did before all of this? Knowing they all just... got unlucky?

#hfjone #hfj one #julien beaumont #owen #owen hfjone #liam plecak #i guess???#Owen coming into work: Guys I found a weird sad cat on the side of the road #Julien: ???#i said i needed to sleep and i DO but i had this in a discord server and needed to share it. there are bees in my brain #this is also kinda long idk if it needs a read more SORRY IF ITS ANNOYING WITHOUT IT

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heliosthegriffin · 2 years ago

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Some Crack

AN: I haven’t wrote any crack in a while.

“Well fuuuuuck, you too!” Jaune yells into his scroll, as he storms around the room knocking down anything on the shelves.

Nora and Pyrrha hide under the bed holding each other, while Ren is on-top of the bed in a pillow fort.

“Pssst~, Pyrrha!” Nora yells into Pyrrha’s elbow.

“Yes?” Pyrrha asks, with her head on top of Nora, petting the smaller red-head.

“What’s Jaune mad about?”

Crash!

A book shelf topples over, spilling out Nora’s collection of syrups.

“You harpy-ious whore!” Jaune kicks the bookshelf out of his way. The words, dick and fox and cream cheese come out of the phone, but and not necessary in that order, Jaune screams back into the scroll. “I will rip out your trachea and rub sandpaper through it, bitch!”

Pyrrha shivers. “I don’t know, but I find it kinda hot!”

Nora’s head looks down at her now wet legs. “I kinda noticed.” She taps the top of the bed. “Ren?”

“Who disturbs the Wizard of the Cloud-Pillow Fortress?” Ren answers, as a piece of the bed slides back, showing Ren’s eyes.

“Nora. Me. I disturb you.”

A boot goes flying through the wall.

Followed by a wall flying through the wall.

Replacing the back wall with the front wall, leaving a open entrance into the hallway, where everybody could see what was going on. If they were going through the hallway, which Dr. Oobleck was, who merely looked on in horror before running away.

“And we both knew that I was faking it!” Jaune bellowed into his scroll, with the sounds of sobbing coming out of it. “Say it again! I double dragon dare you to say that about by cinnamon apple muffins! ... How dare you!” Jaune eyes start to water.

“Ren, who’s Jaune talking too?”

“I dunno.”

Blake peeps through the opening too.

Much to Ren’s surprise.

“How long have you been in here? Wait how did you get in here?”

Blake looks at Ren with maximum dilated pupils. “If I fitz, I sitz.”

“If we fitz we sitz!” Chimes in several other cat Faunus, including Sienna, Neon, and Kali, who almost now were inside the pillow fort.

“Ahh!” Ren yelps and hides under the bed with Nora and Pyrrha. “Why is it so wet down here?”

Jaune kicks open team RWBY’s door, storming in and knocking over the bunk beds and anything on the walls. “Why are you like this! We could have shined like diamond and twinkies together! But, NNOOOOOOO! You had to be a smelly pirate mobster!

Blake slaps a sign on the pillow fort reading, ‘Kitty Faunus only!’ Sun, Adam, and Ghira look disappointedly at before wandering off to go get drunk together.

Ren begins mobbing under the bed, with Pyrrha and Nora hiding on Jaune’s bed now, surprised to find the remaining members of team RWBY hiding there already, with Cinder’s team hiding underneath.

Nora looks disappointingly. “Dang it.”

Ruby looks smugly at them, holding a Jaune dakimakura. “You snooze you loose. Anyway, why’s Jaune so mad?”

Jaune had wandered into the courtyard, and flipped a station wagon that was parked next to the fountain.

Peter Port looks at his wrecked car, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Weiss blushes. “It’s kinda hot, though.”

Pyrrha opens her mouth to agree, but Nora covers it with her hand. “We know, anyway, no idea.”

Jaune walks up the side of Ozpins tower, the Wizard standing protectively in-front of his coffee maker.

“I want my son back, Jennifer! I will win the custody battle, you mad-woman!”

A look of understanding hits the assembled hunters and villains.

“Wait, he has a son!?” Ruby says with shock.

“He was married!?“ Pyrrha asks.

“So, that means he’s single, right?” Cinder realizes smugly.

Everyone looks at her, disappointingly.

“What, not like the rest of you weren’t thinking it!”

Then they all look away whistling, innocently.

“And, I’ve finally cleaned up that stain.” Ren nods to himself.

Jaune walks back in. “Guys, can I ask you one of you act as witness of my moral character in court?”

They look around the batter, broken, and beaten room, like a hurricane had gone through it.

Sun, Adam, and Ghira reappear. “We will do it!”

And so the four of them left, as brothers!

#RWBY Crack.#Jaune Arc Crack #I refuse to tag any more.

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project-sour-grapes · 14 days ago

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Middle-Class Hunger

More on "death," in both the figurative and literal version described by Ernest Becker.

As I think of how I avoid both big and little "deaths" in my life, I am starting to see the avoidance of it everywhere--in myself and others.

I'll prepend this first thought with the fact that I was pudgy or skinny fat for most of my life. From age 9 until about 3 years ago, I always ate just enough that my above-average sized clothing was just a little too tight. I still have some face pudge now, too, which is partially my reason for expressing this thought. But my point is that I've been noticing guys at jiu jitsu, who will come in as white belts and have these kinda soft, unathletic bodies. I can see the softness in their cheeks and the creases around their noses. I'm not trying to be dick. Those features are apparent in my face right now, which I will get back to in a second. These guys, though, will be kinda pudgy for months and months, and then one day, something will change, like a switch was flipped, and they'll come in with these much leaner faces and stoic expressions. Their cheeks are more square and the gi pants muffin top is gone. Their whole demeanor is changed. Like a chicken vs. egg problem, I want to pose the question of whether their demeanor is changed by this new achievement with their health and physique or vice versa. Or if I'm imagining it, because of the value I place upon such a physique, but I digress.

What does this have to do with death, in Ernest Becker terms? As I've been chewing on ideas about how I approach life with fear, I'm seeing all these little ways that I am not living life, because I am avoiding "death" in some way. I don't take social risks, because if I'm rejected, then that is akin to a small death. I may not apply to a job, because I'm afraid they won't want me, but this is also a rejection and a sort of death. In the same vein, not applying to the job out of fear is also a form of death as well, because I am retreating from life. I am not simply doing my best in the universe and letting the chips fall where they may. (I'm not being calibrated about chances and likelihoods either. I have historically been the type to let a 1% chance of failure cause me to back out of a good thing.)

Now, I look back at the folks with soft, cheruby faces and to myself, who matches them. My judgment of them, that I'm not proud of, is, "What you couldn't skip the chips this week?" Especially if they're the type to lament how bad their cardio is halfway through the round, which irritates me. What this makes me think of though, is that hunger is a kind of small death. Hunger can truly lead to death, and I am grateful that I and those close to me don't have to deal with food insecurity to that degree. "Hunger" in the first-world, middle-class sense is largely discomfort though. Where I see "death" in the experience of run-of-the-mill hunger is that a person who can't deal with this discomfort is denying death in an unproductive way, maybe a way that Ernest Becker would advise against. They are abating the discomfort of this little death with food that they likely don't need. The discomfort may also not even be about stomach growls. It may also be boredom, stress, or trauma that causes the overeating. In any case, a person may foregoing these forms of "death" only to bring on a new "death" in the form of lesser cardio, worse cholesterol, slightly raised difficulty in movement. It is silly to call these "death," and I don't mean to associate our friends and family who deal with issues around food with such a dramatic and stigmatizing word, despite the fact that I admitted earlier that I have some shitty, knee jerk thoughts about seeing increased body weight in myself and others. Here, I'll switch to talking about myself instead of being a shit head about people, whose lives are more complex than I can understand and don't need my wack-ass judgment.

When I look at myself, my historical problems with overeating, and my pudgy face in the mirror, I see an avoidance of discomfort and, by extension, a fruitless attempt to avoid death. By avoiding being uncomfortable with the sensation of not getting to eat everything that I want (which would be a sort of "death"), I instead choose the "death" where I'm not my best, healthiest self. I choose the death where my face and body are less fit and less attractive than they could be. I even use food as a distraction, when I don't want to do work or get stuck on a problem. Not only do I choose the death of lost time while making food that I don't need, I also conveniently avoid the little death of sitting down and feeling stupid while working through said work task or problem.

Though I could dig into this thought more, I do want to tie it up and get ready for bed. The culmination of these thoughts about soft physiques and the fear of death is that a strong, stoic face and a fit body on a person says, "I don't fear death." And it really says it in a "show, don't tell" kind of way. It says, "I'm not afraid to feel hungry. I'm not afraid to feel discomfort in order to meet a goal." Since everything in life seems to be a choice between one or more types of "death"--whether big or small, temporary or drawn out like a 1000 paper cuts over time--people who have a lean musculature show clearly by their mere existence which form of death that they have chosen. Looking at professional bodybuilders, I'm sure they want that pineapple frosty just as much as I do (maybe more since they need the calories), but they consciously choose to let that part of themselves die during competition season.

Looking back at myself in a broader sense, including my half-assed approach at my career path, my constant foot-dragging and waffling, and my general fear towards participating in society and life, now I am realizing all of the areas that I am being held back, because I am refusing to let certain parts of myself die. I want to keep all of my options open, and like Sylvia Plath's fig tree, the figs are withering where they hang. Soon, I won't have jack shit to pick from. My physique is just a natural reflection of this inner indecision. I can't speak for everybody in this case. Some of the hardest working, most decisive folks I know do happen to struggle with food. Life is complex. However, for me, I see myself shirking away from scary discomforts and medium-sized "deaths" like that of sticking to my diet, only to be greeted with deaths in a new form, like a bunch of smaller loss and deaths spread out over time. I'll tell you, whenever I go to button my pants and they're a little too tight, that's a miniature death. Sitting down and having to do the "shirt pull" is also a tiny death. Not hitting my desired running pace, because my ass is fat and takes energy to haul around--another death.

My next step is to decide which "deaths" I should choose. (No, Tumblr filters and algorithms, I am not going to harm myself. Thank you for the concern though lol.) Passive forms and languishing are a no-go. For example, if I have a life goal and I say, "Oh, I don't know if I can achieve that." And then I don't do it? That's a form of passive death. Active forms of "death" and discomfort would include going to the gym, getting up on time to start my work day instead of scrolling on my phone, and so on. It's about choosing the discomfort, especially in pursuit of a goal. That is the ultimate combo. Soooo I will be brainstorming what these chosen discomforts will be, and I'll be reassessing my life goals (even ones that I have abandoned recently or years ago) in light of this. When I meet the fear of death head-on, what kind of life results?

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hulijingemperor2 · 2 months ago

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After finishing up some work, Ayao was relaxing and enjoying Taihua's antics.

Since that her hulijing power came in, she can take her fox form, which is very energetic.

Now after running all over her A-Die's study, she's now sitting on his lap and coloring.

Taihua: A-Die, is it cute?

Yao: of course, baby. Who did you draw?

Taihua: You and A-niang!

Yao: aw. I'll hang it up in my study.

Meng Shi: Yao'er, do you still have A-Song's drawings he did in his childhood?

Yao: yep. I have them in my drawer in my treasure room. I would never throw them away.

Meng Shi: how sweet!

Qin Su: our baby is so precious and talented.

Yao: i agree. She's such a gift.

A-niang, I think we should all go on a vacation to Dongying.

Meng Shi: that's a good idea. And you need a break.

Qin Su: yea. You're very hardworking indeed, and deserve some time off.

Yao: exactly. I want to spend some time with my family and children. We'll all go for 5 days.

Hua haven't seen Dongying before so we should show her.

Qin Su: right then. Huangdi, should I organise entertainment for us?

Yao: there's no need. Because I know that the Kitsunes will plan something when they hear than I'm coming. And besides, I'm not going as a Huangdi. But a rich dad of three.

Ok, maybe hire some performers so that Hua will learn about their culture.

Qin Su: ok Huangdi.

Yao: hey, A-Su. During the vacation. *glares softly* I want you to call me A-Yao of maybe Guangyao. Yaoyao can work too.

Qin Su: *blushing* A-Yao. Guangyao. Yaoyao.

I'm too shy to do that. I call you Huangdi because of my love and devotion to you.

Meng Shi: oh A-Su. Call him Yaoyao. It won't hurt.

Qin Su: *still blushing* Taihou.

Sisi: your devoted to Yao'er, so that means you're ready to fulfill his every request.

Qin Su: you're right.

Meng Shi: aha, A-Si is always right.

Team dimple: *enters*

Taihua: team dimple!!

Yao: Just the crew I wanted to see.

Mo xuanyu: aww, Yao gege, you wanted to see us!

Yao: always!

Su she: *kisses hand* Huangdi. *does the same to Qin Su* Huanghou.

Qin Su: hi Minshan.

Taihua: you know Shanshan is so nice compared to uncle muffin.

Xue yang: I'm on it, little diva.

*kisses A-Yao's dimple* Jiggy, what's up.

Yao: planning a family vacation, Chengmei.

Xue yang: how hot, omg.

Where are you supermodels going?

Yao: Dongying. For five days.

Su she: aw, have a fun trip, Huangdi.

Yao: thank you, darling. You're in charge of my affairs and harem while I'm gone.

Su she: certainly. I'll take care of everything.

Mo xuanyu: yay! Well team dimple will forever rule as always.

We promise we won't boss your harem around so much.

Yao: *laughing* so much?

Xue yang: nah, Jiggy. We can't stop being mean and chaotic.

Yao: I know. But try not to provoke anyone.

Xue yang: yea boss, we'll do it for you!

50%

Yao: oh dear.

Mo xuanyu: yea Yao gege. We'll try. It's the harem members who are mean to us. Like if they were a little like team dimple then we won't be mean.

Su she: I think they're below average by the way.

Mo xuanyu: if anything happens, we'll complain to Wen Ruohan.

Yao: so Wen Ruohan is your secret weapon now. Haha

Xue yang: yup.

Meng Shi: I hope he and Nie gui fei don't start fighting.

Sisi: because it may become destructive?

Meng Shi: and I won't be there to see the entertainment.

Yao: it would be entertaining though!

You should have seen how dage was tossed by him during the sunshot campaign.

Meng shi: omg! I could imagine. Looks like Nie gui fei loves being tossed around.

Yao: a little too much.

Meng Shi: a little too much to damage his brain. Like, who in their right mind would hurt my son.

Team dimple, if any of the concubines bully you, then call Ruoruo. Haha.

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Next day, the Mengs get ready for their vacation.

Yao: Minshan, if Minister of trades come, he may ask for some records. You'll find it in my secret room, as I was revising it last night before bed.

Su she: yes Huangdi.

Yao: ask the staff for assistance if necessary.

Team d you know what to do if something happens. I can trust you.

Su she: rest assured, and enjoy your trip.

Mo xuanyu: we got everything under control!

Xue yang: yea boss. Don't worry.

Team d: *kisses his hand one by one*

A-qing: *hugs* enjoy your trip, Rusong.

Rusong: thanks dear.

A-qing: *kiss* love you.

Rusong: I love you too.

Jingyi: *walking out with his hulijing girlfriend* Rusong.

Rusong: who's that?

Jingyi: my girlfriend, Zhang. I sort of snuck her in last night.

Rusong: ohh really??

Yao: you snuck someone in?

Jingyi: sorry A-Die.

Zhang: sorry Huangdi.

Yao: I see you weren't home most of the time. So this is what you were up to.

Meng Shi: how naughty. But he's a Meng, what do you expect.

Rusong: didn't you have a gf before her?

Jingyi: yea but things didn't work out.

Now Zhang is my new gf.

Qin Su: A-Yi. How?

Jingyi: I met her around Tan district. And she's a hulijing too!!

Yao: please, A-Yi. You shouldn't sneak anyone in. Just invite her to your residence if you're dating her. We're Mengs.

Jingyi: ok A-Die. I won't sneak anyone in next time.

Sorry.

I like Zhang.

Zhang: heehee, Dianxia.

Jingyi: forgive me for sneaking her in.

Yao: it's fine. You realise your mistake.

Meng Shi: baby, why are you hiding your gf from us.

Jingyi: *Whispers* because they're always short termed.

Meng shi: oh dear.

Zhang: (the Meng family are so beautiful)

Yao: Miss Zhang.

Zhang: *kneels* Huangdi.

Yao: I'll hire a caravan for you to take you home. Guests aren't allowed when we're not home. How does that sound?

Zhang: thank you for arranging transportation for me, Huangdi. And I'm honoured to date er Dianxia.

Yao: delightful. Well I hope to see you soon, with A-Yi.

A-Su, let's leave.

Dongying 📍

The Mengs had arrived at their residence, where they were greeted by Kitsunes.

Greetings Heika (Huangdi)

Yao: greetings. Long time no see.

We're happy to have you and your Meng family here.

Yao: aw thank you.

Greetings to the rest of the Mengs.

Taizi is so cute as always. Taizi, have you changed your skincare routine?

Rusong: not really. Do I look gorgeous?

Of course you do, your highness.

Jingyi: I agree. Rusong is just beautiful.

Rusong: don't flatter me, guys.

And Hua Gongzhu is the cutest thing. Greetings, Gongzhu.

Taihua: greetings! Your clothes are beautiful.

Thank you. That's my Kimono.

Taihua: ohh.

Meng shi: we always wear kimonos when we're in Dongying, Huahua. So you'll get to wear one too.

Taihua: aw, I'm so happy.

Meng shi: then during imperial parties and court, we'll wear the Junihitoe.

Taihua: waw.

Heika, please, lunch is ready. Later we will help you relax.

Yao: all sound so lovely. You have really planned everything perfectly.

As your Kitsune staff should, Heika.

Yao: *smile*

Afterwards, they had some lunch together on their verandah outside before hitting the city (in disguise).

Rusong: A-Die, is that hunting ground still functioning.

Yao: of course, dear. I'll carry you two, and we'll do some day hunting.

Rusong: that's sounds cool!

Jingyi: I'm excited!

Taihua: what about me, A-Die?

Yao: aw baby, it's not safe for you. Sorry.

Qin Su: we'll take Hua shopping!

Meng Shi: good idea.

Taihua: yay shopping!!!

But aren't we going shopping afterwards?

Meng shi: Huahua, is there anything as too much shopping?

Qin Su: and you're a rich princess, so.

Taihua: aww!! Yea A-Die is pretty rich.

Rusong: Nainai says that we have to use up his money, Hua.

Meng Shi: *gasps dramatically* Nainai said???

Jingyi: I can confirm!

Qin Su: Song'er, Yi'er. Stop making excuses. You two love to use up your A-Die's money.

Jingyi: uh...no.

Rusong: thanks to Nainai.

Meng Shi: *laughing* don't say that in front of Hua. She may think that her Nainai wants her dad bankrupt.

Yao: don't worry, A-niang, I won't be bankrupt, because their funding came from me as well as 50% of the cash from Jin guangshan

Meng Shi: lovely. That Jin guangshan has to give money to the empire and the Meng children.

Taihua: who's Jin guangshan?

Jingyi: the Lanling demon.

Taihua: *gasps~ just like Meng Shi*

Sisi: Hua inherited your drama.

Meng Shi: I see that. Everyone has my drama.

Rusong: he has soars over his skin, a skinny figure and fangs. His hair is unkempt and he's dirty too.

Jingyi: he's all chained up and his nails are long like claws. Sometimes his spine comes out of place, so servants have to hit it back in place with a stick.

Taihua: *hugs Qin Su* A-niang.

Yao: aw. *strokes Taihua's hair* guys stop scaring her.

Rusong: but Ruo yeye is more scary than the lanling demon.

Taihua: no, Song gege. He is really sweet. And Nainai would get upset with him if he wasn't.

Rusong: ahh you're so right.

Jingyi: 100%

Taihua: is he really a demon, Song gege?

Rusong: *laughing* Hua don't worry, he's just a scrawny dude now.

He's our grandad, who abused A-Die and Nainai a lot.

Now he's dealing with his karma.

Taihua: really? So A-Die punished him?

Rusong: yep.

Taihua: *sat up* then I'm happy now! A-Die is a hero! And Nainai is a goddess!

Rusong: exactly.

Qin Su: yes baby.

Meng Shi: Hua, your brothers are just meant to be mischief makers.

Taihua: that's so true.

Yao: *laughs*

This is just what I needed. Time with my children. It's so fun.

Meng Shi: I'm very happy for you, Yao'er.

And I'm glad that I get to enjoy my grandchildren company.

Yao: it's the best feeling. And whenever I'm pleased, I feel to give gifts.

Qin Su: oh great, now our children will be richer.

Yao: correct. Song'er, Yi'er and A-Hua will get a chest of golden taels.

You three will have separate Mansion pagodas in Laoling.

They are already built, don't worry. I was going to turn them into offices for the supervision of my watchtowers. But this is a better idea.

Rusong and Jingyi: thank you, A-Die.

Taihua: aw thanks A-Die.

Yao: no problem. All are five storeys with 600 rooms. And the mansion will take up your names like Rusong Manor for example.

Rusong: waw.

Yao: you're my happiness.

Qin Su: Huangdi, let's go shopping.

Yao: *pretends to ignore, then opens fan*

Qin Su: Huangdi.

Meng Shi: A-Su. What did I tell you.

Qin Su: *blush* not in front of the babies.

Sisi: omg we didn't ask you to make out with him yet.

We want you to call him by his name.

Meng shi: only that, A-su. Tonight you guys can be intimite.

Yao: *smiling*

Qin su: it's harder when you're showing your dimples.

Anyways.

Guangyao, let's go shopping.

Yao: perfect!

Meng shi: awwwww

Taihua: omg!

Sisi: Did you faint, A-Su.

Qin Su: surprisingly i didn't.

Sisi: you and your Huangdi. Haha.

Meng Shi: they're so precious.

Afterwards, they dressed in their Kimonos, and went out in the town. The Mengs disguised their regal identities, however some eagle-eyed Kitsunes recognized them.

It's just that they won't harass the Mengs but admire from afar. A-Yao loves to take his disguise, so that he can enjoy city life, and he also wants to pay vendors genuinely.

If those vendors new that he is their Huangdi, they will insist to give him free items.

As usual, everyone was drooling over Rusong and A-Yao as they passed by.

Yao: sons. *strokes their hair* pick anything you like. I gave you some pocket money of 5000 yen.

Rusong: will do! Thanks A-Die!

Jingyi: awesome, diedie.

Yao: have fun.

A-Hua. I got pocket money for you too.

Taihua: yay! Thanks A-Die!

Qin Su: *holding Taihua* aww.

Meng Shi Sisi: *looking at ornaments and makeup*

Sisi: this shade will match you so much.

Meng Shi: aw really? Well you're my fashion guru.

Sisi: learnt from you.

Meng shi: *bought a hairpin and puts it in Sis's hair* for you.

Sisi: *blush* Huanghou jiejie. I must buy you jewelry too. Please, take off your earrings.

Meng Shi: you don't need to give me anything in return.

Sisi: I do.

*buys a pair of earrings and put it on her* perfect! You look very beautiful! *shows her a mirror* see.

Meng Shi: aw, A-Si. You're so sweet. I love them.

Yao: *looking at antiques* beautiful incense burners. A-Su, would they look lovely in my room?

Qin Su: definitely, Yaoyao.

Yao: I was redecorating the jade room, so I got to find some more ornaments.

How does a Pixiu pair sound.

Qin Su: that would be really beautiful.

Yaoyao, you should get another jade shelf for your ceramic collection.

Yao: mm, good idea. Speaking of jade,

I got a new jade face roller for the cheekbones. The one I had was broken.

Qin Su: aw Yaoyao, you don't need a face roller. You're genetically gorgeous.

Yao: I know A-Su, but prevention is better than cure.

Qin Su: *laughing* got you. I bought Hua a handfan.

Taihua: is it pretty, A-Die?

Yao: ahh waw. That's very beautiful.

Qin Su: I'll buy some fabric, so that we can make clothes for her.

Yao: mn. All our clothes are indeed handmade. It's our rule.

Qin Su: yep.

Taihua: I want some hair accessories, A-niang, A-Die.

Yao: as you wish, Gongzhu. *kisses*

While we shop, I have to buy some stuff for the harem members.

Maybe I can get them to deliver it to palace we're staying in.

Anyways let me forget about the harem for a bit.

*picks up a opal bracelet, and puts it on Qin Su*

Qin su: Guangyao. *blushing*

Yao: *puts a hairpin in her hair* Wear them tonight.

Qin Su: as if I'll take them off. *smiles*

Yao: let me pay for them.

Hua, did you choose anything?

Taihua: all. All are gorgeous!

Yao: oh really? You want them all?

Taihua: yea!

Yao: ok then. All is yours.

Vendor: WHAT????

Well from your appearance, you look like an aristocrat. You even resemble the emperor.

Yao: *chuckle* resemble the emperor? I am the emperor.

Vendor: *falls on his feet* Huangdi!

Omg I'm so blessed!

Yao: you have some exquisite jewelry pieces, and I want to hurt you as Taihua's personal jeweler.

(Every Meng has their own jeweler and designers)

Vendor: I'm so honoured to make jewelry for Meng Gongzhu. Thank you very much, Huangdi.

Yao: what's your name?

Vendor: Aoi Kenji.

From the Aoi Family. We're all jewelers.

Yao: delightful. It's very nice to meet you, Mr Aoi.

Let me pay up.

Meanwhile, Rusong and Jingyi were on another lane looking at cultivation material and ornaments.

Rusong: ah, I also have to buy gifts for the concubines. Haha.

Jingyi: as you should. Or else they'll revolt.

Rusong: Aqing could ever? And Ouyang Zizhen is a puppy.

Jingyi: lol.

Rusong: Ouyang Zizhen loves fans. I'll buy him a few.

and for A-qing, I'll get her some jewelry.

Jingyi: perfect.

Happy harem, happy life.

Rusong: tell me about it.

It's a lot of work being gorgeous.

Jingyi: pfft.

And Diedie does it so easily, and his harem is more chaotic.

Rusong: that's right. How does A-Die do it, lol.

Later that evening, after their shopping, Rusong, A-Yao and Jingyi were heading on horseback, to their demon hunting ground.

It's just a private forest filled with misfit demon and ghoul creatures who had wreaked havoc on the local people. So now they're banished to that forest for hunting.

Jingyi: if I see a ghost, I'm running.

Yao: don't worry, I'll protect you two.

Rusong: laughing* and I'll protect Jingyi.

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #hulijing emperor 2 #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #su she #the untamed

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Hot Tub Masterlist

After All This Time (ao3) - AHM1121 steve/bucky E, 7k

Summary: A weekend away, was all Steve and Bucky needed to finally get together!

Below Her Mouth (ao3) - VisionIsTheAuthor wanda/natasha, wanda/vision E, 29k (WIP)

Summary: Natasha returns to the compound after being gone 8 weeks. Saldly(?) the boys are all off on a mission, leaving Nat and Wanda alone at the compound. What could happen? Smut…that’s what. There is a plot.

Inspired by the movie of the same name. Where Wanda and Vision are together…enter one Natasha Romanov.

Catch of the Day (ao3) - Eremji (handsfullofdust) steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Bucky’s not laughing at him, not where Steve can see, but after Thor gives Steve an appraising look, scratching his beard absently, and says with usual cheer, “You’re most fortunate. This enchantment is only temporary,” Bucky makes sure he’s not in Steve’s direct line of sight.

It's about par for the course that Steve Rogers get himself in all manner of trouble. A couple extra limbs are really no big deal.

How Deep Is The Red? (ao3) - rowenablade wanda/natasha T, 1k

Summary: “Are you sure this is allowed?” Wanda whispered.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Natasha shrugged. She had a bottle of vodka in one hand, fresh from the freezer, so cold it burned her skin, and two shot glasses in the other.

Wanda replied with a shy smile. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Just, with the alcohol, and us in our pajamas, it feels like we’re sneaking around, does it not?”

“We’re not sneaking. We’re just…being quiet.”

Hot Tub (ao3) - Glittercat34 harley/peter E, 859

Summary: There's a new hot tub in the tower.

Hot Tub Date Night (ao3) - snarkysweetness phil/melinda M, 1k

Summary: Mom and dad try to get a moment alone while on a mission.

Hot Water (ao3) - Trashcanakin bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve an' Tony are college roommates. Steve invites Tony to come along on his weekend vacation, where all Steve's childhood friends will be. Tony goes. Shenanigans.

Just You and Me (ao3) - valiantlybold matt/foggy E, 19k

Summary: Things have been busy, and Frank is...well, he's not doing great. He won't say it, but he needs some time off, which Matt is painfully aware of.

It's just one weekend, but...a lot can happen in a weekend.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Lay us down, we're in love... (ao3) - Trophy_Kill1991 steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: In which Steve and Bucky get married and sent off on a romantic honeymoon...

Not Falling for You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe, Sarsasart (Sarsaparilla) sam/bucky M, 13k

Summary: In which: Sam imagines Bucky falling five times And one time he doesn't have to

Patience and Poker (ao3) - Rozilla jane/thor, pepper/tony M, 4k

Summary: Jane and Thor sneak off from one of Stark's parties for a quiet chat. Nope, just kidding, hot tub sex. Snarky hot tub sex. Best kind.

Promotion (ao3) - plutosrose steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: Bucky blows off work. Steve shows him the hot tub. Sam gets a muffin for his pain and suffering.

The New Guy (ao3) - VenusDoom3 steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: "I wonder if he's single."

Steve loosened his tie; the temperature in the office had seemingly risen since James arrived. "If he is, he's mine."

Wanda laughed in disbelief. "You don't even know if he's gay!"

Steve's voice dripped with certainty. "Oh, that won't matter."

The one with a hot tub (ao3) - BeamsnBows steve/tony E, 843

Summary: "Tony Stark was a genius, he knew it, Steve knew it everyone did and installing this hot tub on the balcony of their shared floor of the Tower was his best idea yet."

Tomorrow Comes Soon Enough (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky Barnes needs a vacation, and Steve Rogers, his longtime boyfriend is determined to give it to him (in more ways than one). All Bucky requests is a private cabin with a massive bed, huge shower, and lots of sex. When the place they book comes with a hot tub, Steve decides they should put it to good use.

Steve and Bucky put the hot in hot tub.

Underwater (ao3) - KandiSheek steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: A friendly competition to see who's had sex in the most unusual place escalates when Steve joins the party.

Well-Kept Secret (ao3) - bluecowfigurine steve/tony M, 888

Summary: Tony convinces Steve to join him in the hot tub for the first time.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #hottub #hottub masterlist #masterlists

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mezmatch · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,475 times in 2022

That's 3,350 more posts than 2021!

27 posts created (1%)

3,448 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wild-karrde

@redminibike1

@kckenobi

@maiseey

I tagged 895 of my posts in 2022

#star wars - 80 posts

#codywan - 44 posts

#the clone wars - 40 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 36 posts

#commander cody - 31 posts

#omg - 19 posts

#clone wars - 14 posts

#wow - 12 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 11 posts

#whoa - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#please reblog content you genuinely enjoy. not only will it help put the creators work out there but it will also probably make their day 2

My Top Posts in 2022:

Tech Headcanons I have that make sense for some reason

He loves Lemon Demon (Crosshair introduced him to it and now they listen to it together on shifts)

Likes cinnamon candies

Loses stuff ALL.THE.TIME

He'll blame Wrecker for moving his stuff (Wrecker didn't touch it)

He's a bit uncoordinated cause of the googles

This has led to him bumping into stuff

He fell down the Maurader's ramp once

Crosshair and Wrecker found it hilarious

Loves psychology (He just finds it super interesting!)

Has a journal filled with information about plants and animals on different planets

Is really good at memorizing song lyrics

Apple juice enjoyer

Fidgets a ton

Really likes vanilla candy

Just lays on the floor sometimes (Echo tripped on him once. It hurt)

Has a lil notebook in his belt compartment for ideas cause if he doesn't write it down right then then it's gone forever

Likes chocolate muffins

Sewed Lula for Wrecker (It was actually Crosshair's idea to make it a Tooka. He noticed how much Wrecker seemed to like them.)

Lemon and lime lifesavers

Cream soda lolipops

Has 3 other pairs of goggles because he knows from experience they don't last long enough

Tried blue lenses once (it was a failure)

Likes the color orange

Has an odd obsession with ordo moon dragons

He'd probably be a Ravenclaw

Likes to stay busy cause his mind will wonder

Doesn't like crowds

Had a stick collection at one point (Hunter made him get rid of it cause of fire hazards)

Will pick up leaves and flowers to stick in his journal

See the full post

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Echo headcanons I have that just make sense for some reason Pt.2

He likes the color blue (it reminds him of the good ole days)

He reads whatever he can get his hands on (Cook books, gardening magazines, the dictionary, you name it!)

Really likes things that glow

Is a plant boi

A really good baker (Makes amazing cookies)

Knows a ton of constellations

Sunbeams

Likes Mint tea

Dumps a pound of sugar in his Caf cause he hates the taste of the GAR brand

(Crosshair looked horrified the first time he did it)

Picked up some jokes from Fives (He'll tell them to Omega when she's sad)

Used to whittle (he managed to figure out how to do it with one hand)

Type to lay in the grass at night and look at the stars

The one who keeps in contact with everyone (Will message Rex like "Vod did you eat? No? Go eat now.")

Makes sure everyone stays hydrated

Parental figure™

Mother hen ("Wrecker no don't do that! Tech you're going to get electrocuted! Where's Crosshair?!)

Seems like a mix of modern rock and classical music type of listener

Not actually super grouchy all the time! He just hasn't gotten used to Wrecker's snoring yet!

Will absolutely freak out over old ships (Probably Skywalker's fault)

Is weirdly good at finding lost things

("Echo I can't find my- it's on the copilots chair under Hunter's helmet. "Okay?..")

Would definitely pick the m&ms out of the trail mix

(Wrecker is convinced Crosshair's the one doing it. They keep fighting over it.)

Seems like a vanilla ice cream sorta guy or maybe cookie dough

Actually rivals Crosshair's skills with a rifle

(He's a Arc trooper what did you expect?)

They like to have competitions on shore leave

See the full post

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Incorrect Codywan Quotes

Cody: Obi wan! I thought you were dead!

Obi wan: No, just in deep cover.

Cody: ...But it was an open casket.

Obi wan: It was very deep

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ *⋆.☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

Cody: I fell—

Obi wan: From heaven?

Cody: No, I literally fell—

Obi wan: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Cody: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Obi wan: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ *⋆.☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆

Obi wan: I think I'm falling for you.

Cody: Then get up.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ *⋆.☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆

Obi wan: Did you miss me while I was gone?

Cody: You were gone?

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ *⋆.☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

115 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

You know what would be great? A clone series. No not the clone wars. Something different. I'm thinking about something with the small moments in between fighting where they would all get to relax for a while. I'm thinking about the clones going out to the 79s to celebrate a victory and maybe getting a little too drunk and doing karaoke and coming back late at night with genuine smiles. The little moments where they would spar or talk or maybe even gossip. The clones chilling in the barracks and playing games that the generals taught them and losing sometimes and not caring because nothing is at stake right then. The clones painting their armor and getting tattoos to memorialize their fallen and remember special moments. The clones laughing and not worrying about the war. The clones out at night on the rare occasion they get leave and looking at the stars and just existing. The clones just being people and finding out what it means to exist even throughout the war. Finding out who they are and being there for one another. Just a show about the clones.

349 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Me waiting for Ao3 to come back online like-

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aropride · 3 years ago

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after quite a while of tossing the idea around, i've finished making a physical version of tommy and ranboo's letters during exile!!

reblogs > likes yall know the drill

Transcript under the cut, because it’s very long. For the sake of accessibility i fixed all the typos, but the typos are there in the physical book.

my mcyt content is now on @genderqueeradrien!

(The cover is made of thick brown paper and has the word “Untitled” in the top left, in Ranboo’s handwriting. Otherwise, the cover is blank. Ranboo’s handwriting is messy cursive. Tommy’s handwriting is unpredictably capitalised, and slanted to the left.)

Page 1.

“EYYYYY TOMMY. How are you doing? Hope you are well. You probably aren't well huh.... Welp  hope you find a way back in here  Here is a joke:  What do you call a bad idea?  Letting a green man have total control  That was pretty funny huh  Anyway, just write in the book to reply and leave it here talk to you soon  -Ranboo (WITH NO B AT THE END I SWEAR)

Page 2.

Hi Rabboo!  It's me. Big T. Aka Tommy. Aka Tommy Gun The finest  Just being okay you know.  Looking for Blaze Power at the min ahaha  Just wondering, do you want to keep up a snapchat stream with me I lost all mine I lost them years ago I need snapchat I love snap score and streaks and the dog filter  Lmk  Anyways speak to you soon sorry you have to be so quiet when messaging me im really all over the place ahahahah the ghost smells awfully fucking weird  Bye bYe from Tommy!  Smiles all around all around the park

Page 3.

Hey Tommy!  I dont really know what happened to the last book, but we can just use this one.  Hope you are doing a little better, Tubbo is doing well, he does seem like he regrets what he did, so maybe there could be hope in the future for you to return! i left the "house" you made exactly how it was.  Here's another joke:  If we make muffin a swear then badboyhalo can't speak at all, and that is pretty funny I think.  Hope you don't die in lava.  -Ranboo (STILL WITH NO B AT THE END)

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Hi Ranboob!  It's me. Big T.  Im afraid of Lava not im Lava Phobic. Im doing good! Im feeling better. Hands are a little shakier then ahaha  Thinking about reinstalling Snapchat. I miss ladies Very lonely. Very scared. Please visit soon  Tommy (aka Big T)

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You should reinstall snapchat that is a good idea.  I didn't know you guys were here, I feel like someone is trying to take the mail as the last book was gone. I will figure out a better way of communication.  Jesus Christ Dream is scary. Heres a joke:  Bazinga  that was funny. Stay sane  -Ranboo

I guess i hid the other mailbox a bit too well as you had no idea where it was. So i hope that you found this one at least.  Hope you are doing well! I do plan to visit soon so maybe you could think of something that we could do that could be fun. Things are going well here, I made a pit where people fight. I have not fought anyone in this pit but I hope to soon because it would be fun.  Here is another joke:  George is still not found. He is lost. And that is funny.  Anyway, i hope you aren't going too insane. See you later,  -Ranboo (WITH NO B)

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Tommy  HI ranboo.  Not feeling talkative today.  K.  You missed up our streak we were on Snapchat Timers and now its gone :///////  Man  No <3  Anways ahah im feeling down so fuckin down im alone and no one no fucking one comes to visit me a lot and i want to go  Tommy

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Yeah sorry about the snap streak being lost, I hid the chest in the christmas tree but i guess that was just too good of a spot.  I dont understand why no one is visiting, but I hope that yesterday was fun.  Here is a joke:  Villagers are ugly as hell huh  That was a good joke.  Anyway, hope to have you back soon  -Ranboo (I SWEAR THERE IS NO B AT THE END PLEASE)

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Hi ranboo  Feeling distant  Everyone is pitying me. Not sure how much longer I can go.  I can't sleep Ranboo. Every night. Loneliness haunts me. I can't cuddle my likes when I'm asleep. Even though the primes got me, I'm still so so alone i'm so alone help me ranboo please for the lover of god i think and i type like god but im not god im just a big im just a pussy  Your Faithfully,  Big T

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HEY BUDDY!  I really hope that you are doing better from what you wrote yesterday. I'll try to visit you as much as I can and just know that it isn't out of pity. It's because you're the only one that hasn't left yet.  Hope to see you again soon.  -Ranboo

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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Can I request something? Like where reader is Elena's older sister and looks like Tatia but isn't a doppelganger she just happens to look like Tatia and Katherine. So Elijah falls for her and Klaus is trying to push them together as he just wants his big brother happy 😊 by the way I adore your works with Elijah being just the softest 💗 💕

Oh I love this idea, I am about to make Elijah be the softest

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Elijah just falling in love all over again, Damon using Reader as an replacement

Y/N Gilbert, the older sister of Elena and Jeremy Gilbert had returned home after Jeremy had called her. Elena smiled nervously at Damon and Stefan who was staring at Y/N.

Y/N was curvy with long dark curls and twinkling brown eyes qith a motherly nature to her. The human was gorgeous and Damon wanted her see her as a version of Katherine he always wanted.

"Sis...uh...meet Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Guys this is my older sister Y/N." Elena said as Y/N waved smiling then going back to baking as Stefan gently grabbed Elena pulling her away. Damon stared at Y/N before following the two, Damon found it hard to not stare at Y/N as he saw her as a version of Katherine that he wanted.

"You didn't tell us that you have a sister who also looks just like Katherine." Stefan said as Elena looked to her sister then at the brothers as she never thought of it but her sister did share the same looks, looking like an older Katherine.

"Well it didn't matter before. She came back because Jeremy called her saying that I needed her. I tried telling her that I was fine."

"Hey Elle. This envelope came for you." Y/N said handing Elena the envelope before sitting down some muffins smiling. Damon took muffin watching Y/N walk back to the kitchen and Elena said it was an invitation to the Mikaelson ball.

"Tatia?" Elijah whispered getting Klaus's attention right away as both looked seeing Elena arriving with an woman that was dressed in a gorgeous mermaid dress that was off the shoulder and tastefully low cut. Her dark hair up in a elegant low bun as tasteful jewelry hanging from her ears and neck.

"Elena?! Why is your sister here?!" Damon hissed as Stefan was on the other side of Elena as the doppelganger swallowed looking at her sister talking to Mayor Lockwood unaware of how the Mikaelsons stare at her sister.

"With Jeremy gone and me coming here, Y/N would have been lonely so I thought it'll be okay." Elena said following Stefan's eyesight seeing Elijah taking slow steps towards her. The doppelganger felt her breathing hitch seeing a predatory look in Elijah's eyes as he walked towards Y/N.

"Hello there, I believe we haven't met. I'm Elijah Mikaelson." Elijah says gently taking the woman's hand as she flushed not used to such a handsome man talking to her.

"Oh I'm Y/N Gilbert." Y/N said face getting redder when Elijah kissed her knuckles pausing noting the young woman was Elena's sister. Y/N looked so much like Tatia and Elijah knew she wasn't a doppelganger.

"Elena is your sister?"

"Ah yes, my little sister." Y/N tells Elijah getting lost in his warm chocolate eyes while Elijah was drowning in her eyes. The music began to play singling that the ball was starting.

"May I ask you to be my dance partner?"

"I would like that." Y/N said as her flush got worst as Elijah leaded her to the ballroom where the siblings got a better look at her. Y/N felt her cheeks burn with how close Elijah held her as they danced.

"Tell me what you were doing before returned."

"Oh, I was in college. Studying music theory and getting classically trained in opera singing." Y/N tells Elijah impressing the vampire as they danced. Elijah had gone to get them drinks after a few dances when Damon walked up to her and gripping her arm pulling her to the door.

"Damon? What is going on?"

"You are going home." Damon said taking Y/N outside as Elijah followed growling going after Damon hearing Y/N's heart race as she flinched at Damon's tight grip.

Rebekah and Kol stopped Stefan and Elena from following after the three. Y/N shivered feeling the cold night air hit her skin when suddenly Damon's hand was removed from her arm and Elijah had her behind him and his suit jacket over her shoulders.

"That is no way to treat a lady, Damon." Elijah says calmly as Damon glared at the older vampire while Y/N pressed closer to Elijah worried that a fight might break out but little did she know Elijah wouldn't show such violence in front of her.

"She shouldn't be near you Mikaelson."

"And she shouldn't be handled roughly by you Salvatore." Elijah said lowly as Damon gave one last glare then left leaving Y/N alone with Elijah as he turned to her reaching to tuck a stran of hair behind her ear.

Klaus watched smirking seeing Elijah with Y/N and knew he had to push the two together as the hybrid could see the sparks between the two. Rebekah stood next to him seeing how Elijah seemed smitten by Y/N and decided to help Klaus get them together.

"Let me walk you home."

"Are you sure? What about your party?"

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk you home." Elijah says as Y/N laughed looping her arm though his letting Elijah walk her home as the other Originals were making plans to make Elijah happy. Elijah smiled hearing Y/N snort a laugh when he told her stories of his boyhood.

"Did you really do that to Niklaus?"

"Yes and for a whole year, Niklaus refused to touch any fish." Elijah says as they reached the Gilbert home and Y/N unlocked the door before biting her lip looking at Elijah. The vampire picked up on her heart skipping a beat as she played with the buttons on his suit jacket on her shoulders.

"Come in for a cup of tea?"

"I would love to." Elijah tells her watching her light up stepping inside as Y/N quickly changed into something more comfortable as Elijah watched the tea. The two spent hours talking, Elijah smiled as the more he talked to Y/N the less he was reminded of Tatia and he saw more of Y/N as enjoyed her company.

"Elijah?" Elena whispered walking in with Stefan both saw Elijah sitting on the couch as Y/N was asleep against his chest as the Original looked over at them.

"Elena, Stefan may I ask where your sister's bedroom is?"

"She is asleep?" Elena asked lifting her dress walking over seeing how comfortable Y/N was as Elijah nodded and Elena waving him to follow her as Elijah stood up gently holding Y/N.

Elijah followed Elena upstairs carrying Y/N feeling his heart flutter feeling Y/N lay her head on his shoulder with Stefan following closely. Both Elena and Stefan watched Elijah place Y/N in bed and covered her with a her blanket.

"Goodnight Elena, Stefan."

"Wait your suit...jacket." Elena said but Elijah was already gone and looked back at her sleeping sister wondering just what was going between Elijah and Y/N.

Next morning Damon stopped by in the Gilbert house and Elena thought he was there to see her but Damon was there to see Y/N. Stefan was worried how Damon acted around Y/N.

"Oh Goodmorning Damon " Y/N said smiling making breakfast for Stefan and Elena as both saw how Damon looked at their sister. Stefan leaned over to Elena telling her it was the look Damon would give Katherine when he was in love with her.

"Morning Ka....Y/N." Damon said moving next to the human when there was a knock at the door and Y/N went to get the door as Elena grabbed Damon's arm.

"What are you doing?" She hissed as Damon raised an eyebrow as Stefan crossed his arms looking at his brother.

"Nothing why?"

"You almost called Y/N, Katherine." Stefan said as Damon laughed shaking his head and before he could say a word Y/N walked in with a vase of gorgeous red roses.

"Roses? From who?"

"Elijah. To thank me for last night." Y/N said flushing reading the card her heart skipping a beat. Elena smiled giggling moving next to her sister reading the card finding it really sweet.

"Has Elijah charmed you?"

"A little....he is just amazing." Y/N says seeing that Elijah had wrote down his number and Damon frowned seeing how Y/N was seemly returning Elijah's feelings.

"You let him spend the night?"

"I fell asleep as we talked." Y/N said sounding shy and Damon felt jealousy roll though him as the morning was filled with Elena lightly teasing her sister.

"Hello Y/N."

"Oh, hey Elijah." Y/N says smiling at Elijah as his hand found her lower back almost too naturally. Klaus and Rebekah was watching from the otherside of the little shop seeing how cute Elijah and Y/N was being as they went out of their way to find out where Y/N was.

"Can you get me that book?" Y/N asked Elijah as he smiled reaching up pressing close to Y/N getting her the book. Y/N flushed looking up at Elijah seeing him looking at her with a small smirk.

"Here you are." Elijah whispered getting closer as Y/N's breathing hitched he'd looking at Elijah's lips. Klaus was quick to cover Rebekah's mouth to muffle her loud squeal of excitement.

"Y/N hey." Y/N heard Damon say as Elijah pulled away seeing the younger vampire leaning on the bookshelf. Rebekah had to hold Klaus back from tearing off Damon's head.

"Shall I call you later?"

"I will like that Elijah." Y/N says smiling at Elijah as he kissed her knuckles leaving her with Damon much to Klaus and Rebekah disappointment. Y/N sighed looking at Damon seeing his smirk and moved to pay for her books with Damon following.

"Dinner?"

"No thank you Damon, I have to help Elena find a dress for her school dance." Y/N said as Damon watched her go wishing she would look at him like she looked at Elijah.

"You are having dinner with Elijah?" Caroline asked sitting on Y/N's bed as Bonnie and Elena smiled. Y/N was beginning to think the girl's were more excited for the date than she was.

"I am."

"Gosh lucky. Elijah Mikaelson is so fine."

"Bonnie, I thought you didn't like them?"

"I don't like Klaus. Elijah is just...." the witch trailed off as the girls sighed agreeing. Elena stood up helping her sister zip up her dress.

"You are going to knock his socks off."

Elijah arrived to the house right on time and greeting Bonnie and Caroline as both saw him holding roses for Y/N when she came down. Elijah looked to the stairs as his breathing hitched seeing how gorgeous Y/N looked dressed in a beautiful red dress and smiled at Elijah.

"Hello Y/N."

"Hey Elijah." Y/N breathed as Elijah took her hand as both Elena and Caroline were texting both Klaus and Rebekah while Bonnie was sneaking pictures sending them to Kol.

"Shall we go?"

"Yes."

Elijah took Y/N out to a nice restaurant where they could dance as they just talked and Elijah felt like he found his other half. Y/N flushed sipping her wine as Elijah held her hand rubbing it, she felt drawn to Elijah since she first met him and been trying to get close to the Original but Damon kept showing up.

"Care to dance?" Elijah asked softly after they finishing eating and Y/N nodded as he leaded her to the dance floor. Y/N smiled eyes twinkling as Elijah held her close as they began to sway.

"Can I say I feel a pull to you. Do....do you feel that?" Y/N questioned shyly as Elijah pulled her closer making her squeak in surprised looking up at Elijah.

"I do." Elijah says spinning her pulling her close again as the they finished their dinner, Klaus had payed for their dinner so Elijah could just focus on Y/N. Elijah and Y/N walked though the park as Elijah placed his coat over her shoulders when it began to pour down rain.

"Looks like we are stuck for a bit." Y/N said laughing as they were under a gazebo and Elijah smiled heart fluffering both unaware of Klaus and Rebekah watching from the bushes.

"It seems so." Elijah says smiling helping Y/N check to make sure her dress was dry then helped fixing her hair.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, what is it?" Elijah asked looking at Y/N seeing her face flushed and her heart racing.

"Would you have kissed in that book shop?"

"Yes."

"Well you kiss me now?"

"Yes." Elijah answered when Y/N leaned in as Elijah closed the space between them kissing her deeply, Y/N gripped his suit jacket pressing closer pulling a rumble of a growl from Elijah's chest.

"Elijah." Y/N mumbled against Elijah's lips as he kept kissing her cupping her cheek, Y/N kissed back wanting more from Elijah. The vampire lifted her up taking her back to the Mikaelson home sharing the night with her.

"I take it there will be a second date." Y/N teased as Elijah chuckled buried his face in her neck enjoying the feeling of her bare skin against his.

"I was hoping for a lifetime."

"A lifetime it is then." Y/N says smiling giggling when Elijah kissed her gently and moved kissing whatever free skin he could enjoying the giggles he was pulling from her.

Damon was jealous and angry seeing Elena and Y/N walking with Elijah who was helping the girls set up for Miss Mystic Falls. Caroline was gushing to Klaus how cute Y/N and Elijah were together.

"Damon is obsessed with Y/N. Isn't it?" Klaus said noticing how Damon was staring at Y/N getting Caroline's attention.

"She reminds him of Katherine." Caroline tells Klaus making him frowned looking at Damon.

"Is that so?"

Elijah sat comfortable with Y/N in his lap as they were in the den of the Mikaelson home den as she was half asleep. Elijah placed soft kisses on her head and cheek humming happily feeling her nuzzle closer.

"I love you, my darling."

"Love ya too 'Lijah."

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daring-the-devil · 2 years ago

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large black coffee - 5

You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell's Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1500 words)

author's note: part 5 is here! you meet another one of matt's friends :) i have more information about the future of this series in my first reblog of this part so be sure to take a peek at that if you want to know where this is going! this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warnings: some strong language, attempted assault with the use of firearms

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Four o’clock arrives as it always does, but instead of getting ready to go, you find yourself at the counter, bent over a notebook, jotting down recipe notes.

“You staying late?” Jacob asks as he shrugs on his jacket and shoulders his bag.

You nod without looking up from your work. “Yeah. I have a few recipes I want to try out for tomorrow. Probably gonna need a couple more hours.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow, boss!”

“Get home safe,” you call as he leaves. He takes the subway to Brooklyn every evening, a commute that you think is unnecessarily long, but he’s insisted time and time again that he’d rather work at your cafe than anywhere near where he lives.

“Besides,” he’d said once, “I don’t mind the commute. As long as I don’t have to drive it.”

When he’s gone, you’re left alone in the cafe, music still playing faintly from the speakers. They’ve been running a mix of Hozier, Mumford & Sons, and Florence + the Machine all day, and you find yourself humming along to “From Eden” while you get your things ready to test a new recipe for chocolate-caramel muffins.

The first batch goes wrong, as does the second, and you put in an order for more baking supplies before you continue. On the fourth batch, you get it right, which is great because now you have muffins for your coworkers (and maybe Matt) in the morning.

What’s not great, however, are the twenty-something muffins you now have to throw out. Because holy shit, that first batch should not be allowed indoors. And it’s past nine o’clock by now.

“Fuck,” you mutter, dumping the waste into a bag and tying it off. You head out to the back alley to toss it into the big trash can.

Once you’re done, you move to head inside, only for you to stop when you hear a sharp, metallic click.

You whirl around, your heart in your throat. You stop breathing.

At the mouth of the alleyway, three men—all much taller and broader than you—fan out, blocking the exit. The one in the middle has a gun drawn, and judging by the way he’s got it aimed at your face, it’s loaded and ready to be fired.

“What do you want?” you ask as calmly as you can.

“I don’ know,” the man with the gun says. His face is distorted by a sneer, and with the dim lighting in the alleyway, it casts sharp shadows all over his features, making him look almost like he’s wearing a mask. You can’t help the bolt of fear that shoots through you at the sight. “What’ve you got for us?”

You reach for your phone and your fingers come up empty. You’d left it inside. Your heart plummets to the ground.

“We’ll take anything you’re offering,” he says. He takes a step closer to you; you hold your ground. “And maybe a little somethin’ extra.”

“I have money inside,” you say. Your voice is dry, your throat feeling like you’d swallowed sand, but at least it doesn’t shake.

“Money?” The man with the gun glances at the guy on his right. “What d’you think?”

Shit, shit, shit. You mentally calculate how close you are to the door—you could probably reach it before they reach you, but locking it? Calling the cops? You have no idea.

In the five seconds you’ve spent contemplating your situation, the men take action. You barely have time to blink before the man with the gun has you in his arms, one of them wrapped around your throat and the other pressing the gun to your temple. The other men crowd around you, reaching for you—your pockets, your shirt, you can’t tell. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a wheezing cry that falters the moment it leaves your lips.

“You stay quiet, and it’ll be over fast,” the man holding you whispers, his breath brushing over your ear. You cringe away from him as best you can. “Hold still.”

You say a silent prayer to someone, anyone, who will listen, and try not to breathe as fingers brush the waistline of your jeans.

There’s a loud scraping sound. Your eyes open in time to watch as a shadow takes hold of one of the men and sends him flying into the wall with a kick, where his head cracks against the bricks and then, once he drops, the floor.

No—not a shadow. Daredevil?

Before the first guy even hits the ground, Daredevil moves onto the next, knocking his legs out from under him with his batons. The hold on you slackens and you dive out of the way as quickly as possible, cramming yourself into the back corner of the alley, keeping your eyes trained on the fight, or what’s left of it.

The last thing you see is Daredevil taking hold of the gun and bashing it over the head of the man who’d held you, before tossing it to the other end of the alleyway in pieces. All three of your attackers are unconscious.

Right now, it’s just you and the Devil.

When it’s over, the Devil is left standing in the middle of the alley, his back to you, his chest barely heaving from the effort. When he turns his head, the light catches the tips of the horns that protrude from his helmet, giving you a glimpse of the infamous silhouette that’s been splashed across the newspapers for years. Your breath catches in your throat as he turns fully, facing you.

No, you think, wedging yourself further into the corner, watching him as he stalks closer. No, no, stay back—

“Please don’t touch me,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to shield your face.

To your surprise, when he kneels in front of you, his voice is gentle. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” His gloved hands brush against your knee. “Are you hurt?” Not even half a beat later, he says, “You have a sprained wrist. No broken bones, thankfully. You’ll need a splint.”

You hardly dare to breathe. You know Daredevil is technically a hero in these parts, but that doesn’t stop fear from making a home in your chest, from weaving along every single one of your nerves.

“Do you need help?” he asks, getting up and holding his hand out to you. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is offering to help you stand. You would laugh if you weren’t scared of getting your teeth knocked in. “I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me.”

Can I? you ask silently. The rational part of you tells you that you probably can, that he went out of his way to save your life, but the skeptical part of you asks, What if…?

You decide to agree with the rational part, and you pray that you aren’t making a mistake.

You take his hand and he carefully eases you to your feet, his touch skimming over your arms as if taking stock of your bones. The entire time, you keep your gaze focused on a point behind his shoulder, somewhere along the brick wall behind him.

“Aside from the sprain, you’ll just have some bruising,” he says. You force your gaze to his and find yourself reflected back at you in the red lenses that cover his eyes. There’s something familiar about him, the proximity to you, even though you’ve never been in this position before. It just about knocks the air out of your lungs again.

You open your mouth to speak—to thank him, or ask him why he stopped for you—when he steps back, head tilted.

“Get back inside,” he orders. “And get home safe.”

He’s gone as quickly as he’d arrived, just a whisper of shadows in the night.

Despite how badly shaken you are, you don’t hesitate to listen to him. You run inside, stuff all of your belongings into your bag, and pocket your phone. The muffins go into a box that you stick in the back room, where it’ll wait until the morning. You lock up the cafe with shaking fingers and head outside.

You usually walk home, but your scare has left you hailing a cab. One pulls up in front of you and you slide inside before the car has even stopped moving.

“Thank you,” you choke out. If you sound panicked, the driver doesn’t acknowledge it.

“Where to?” he asks. You rattle off your address.

Fuck, you think, wrapping the straps of your bag more tightly around your fingers. If Daredevil hadn’t shown up, who knows what would’ve happened to you? Your heart twists as you think about Eliza, Jacob, Matt—how they would’ve reacted to you missing with all of your stuff still inside the cafe, or if the men had just left your body in the alleyway.

Silently, you whisper your thanks to the devil who saved you, and let the taxi carry you home.

part 5.5

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vanillann · 2 years ago

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this is how you fall in love

(s.h. x gender neutral!reader)

i. ii. iii.

i wrote a fic like this for george weasley and i got bored a wrote one for steve

it’s sucks for beware

TW: nightmare and talk of death

Steve's knuckles gripped the nailed baseball bat with fear. He didn't know where Dustin or anyone else had gone; he could only hear the faint sound of screams. Fog climbed up his leg like an animal climbing a tree.

"Guys!"

His voice echoed off the imagery walls of his mind, and a piercing howl followed closely behind. He was going to die, he was confident in that, but he really didn't want to die alone. He didn't want Dustin to find his mangled body with blood seeping through his new polo. He didn't want Robin to beg him to walk up because they had a shift on Tuesday he couldn't miss. He didn't want Max to lose another brother; she didn't deserve that.

Steve always knew he would die alone; he just hoped he was wrong.

"Steve," the gentle voice made Steve panic more; since when could a Demogorgon talk?

"Steve!"

His body bolted forward, the sweat sticking the butter-yellow sheets to his calves. Cold hands ghosted over his clammy figure, bringing him back to reality. The vintage dresser and vase of sunflowers reminded Steve of the life he had built. No Demogorgon in sight, and he was far from alone.

"Are you okay, sweets?" (Y/N) sat up fully, holding the sheets close to their chest as it rose and fell rapidly. With the wild hair and panic breathing, Steve wondered whether he was the one who actually had the nightmare or was it his sweet lover.

"Did I wake you up?" Steve swallowed the last scream, hoping to forget the panic moments ago.

"Do you need some tea? I can get the satin sheets. I know those always help when you sweat in your sleep," before Steve could answer, (Y/N) was falling out of bed. Their pantless form scurried across the carpeted floor, muttering under their breath.

Steve wished they'd stay in bed a few minutes longer because now he was alone again. His fingers rubbed the worry from his hair, which he sloppy cut all those years ago after reading an article at the doctor that hair could hold memories. He thought giving himself a horrible haircut would stop the nightmares, but they didn't, and he no longer had his perfect hair. He cried, rightfully sobbed, until (Y/N) came home and braided the choppy strains. He came home the next day with every hair product that promised fast growth.

The memory calmed Steve's nerves long enough to remove himself from the soft bedding and make his way through the apartment. The sound of dishes crashing to the floor made a smirking ghost over his strong jawline.

"Shit," (Y/N) stood in the center of a chaotic mess holding a steaming cup of coffee that was almost white from milk and sugar.

Just how he liked it.

"We really need to move those pans," Steve pointed to the pots and pans that hung over the island, which was a cute idea but with the way (Y/N) moved, it was a funeral waiting to happen, and he could lose them to a pot. He couldn't lose them, period.

"Go back to bed," (Y/N) ignored the comment, moving to grab a muffin that Nancy had dropped off a few days ago after Robin and her started watching a new cooking show.

"You first," Steve picked up the pans and other things that ended on the floor and took a seat on the mismatched barstools.

"You're the one having nightmares," they sighed, sitting beside him on the other barstool. He said nothing, looping his finger on the leg and dragging in so close Steve could hear their heartbeat through the thick band tee.

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

Steve felt tingles climb up his spine with a rush to his head. They knew he wasn't okay. It wasn't just the screaming and thrashing in his sleep; no, it was much more than that. It was Nancy and Robin conveniently finding the recipe for his favorite muffin. It was the guest room for when he needed someone who survived those attacks to be here in case he needed to talk. It was the fact there wasn't a baseball bat in the house, even if (Y/N) played in their free time.

This was pure, honest love, and Steve couldn't contain the emotions running around his cerebral cortex.

"I love you, you know?"

"I know; I love you." Steve couldn't name the day or even the month it happened, but he watched (Y/N) 's eye bags watching him like the stars during a meteor shower, he knew.

This was falling in love, Steve Harrington was in love, and he was far from alone. It was his greatest fear since his junior year, hell, maybe even before then. He thought the upside down would take everything from him because he would let it. He wasn't strong enough to save everyone.

Barb.

Bob.

Billy.

Heather.

He let the upside-down win; even if he wasn't there, he shouldn't have done something. He was supposed to save everyone, and he couldn't, but sitting in the messy kitchen with the love of his life watching him so closely, he knew.

This was how he fell in love.

His knuckles, the same ones white from fear only moments earlier, now traced his lover's jaw. He saved himself for them without even knowing it.

"Thank you," he muttered softly as if the cabinets could hear the inanimate conversation.

"Don't thank me for loving you; just love me back," (Y/N) leaned closer to his touch, softly closing their eyes.

"I can do that," and he would forever.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years ago

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The Cafe Part Three: You and Camilo spend more time together and now you’re no longer enemies that pesky attraction sneaks up on you again

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Part One Here

Part Two Here

Part Three Here

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A week after Camilo got yelled at by the customer you were sitting with your friends in the cafe before opening just hanging out. It had been your parents’ anniversary yesterday and they’d gone away for the night so you’d invited some friends to stay over. You were all chatting happily when the cafe door opened making all your friends jump. "Morning y/n" Camilo called and your friends all looked at you confused. "Did we have a party or something booked?” Camilo asked spotting your group and you shook your head "Morning Camilo and no my friends stayed over last night". "Ahhh sounds fun, I'll go get the coffee pot started. Morning girls" and he disappeared into the back your friends watching him like hawks. "Did you perhaps forget to mention something important?" your friends asked turning to you and you rolled your eyes "ow yeah Camilo’s been helping out". "Since when!” they cried and you shrugged "since the start of summer". "But that means he’s been here for like 3 weeks and you never said anything". "Because I knew you guys would be around here constantly" you said shooting them a knowing look.

At school Camilo was known for being pretty charming and most girls had a crush on him at one point or another. He was from one of the most powerful families in the country and had powers he used to make everyone happy. That mixed with his charismatic charm and beautiful musicality created a recipe for teenage crushes. He liked the attention and readily flirted back with all the girls but strangely that had never progressed into something more with anyone for the Madrigal...your friends however had an idea as to why. "Why would we be around here for him y/n, we know an impossible task when we see one" they smirked at you but you just laughed. "How is Camilo impossible? He flirts with any girl that passes by, Sophia was in here yesterday and you should’ve seen the way he was flirting. He was laying it on so thick i’m surprised he didn’t get a cavity". Your friend smirked "and I’m guessing you just happened to be fully in view of it and close enough to hear?". "Duh how do you think I know?" you replied and your friends exchanged a look. "What does that mean?' you asked and your friends all smirked. "Would you ladies like anything to eat or drink?" Camilo asked appearing with his apron and you saw your friends checking him out in it. Sure the colour did look great on him but they were smitten anyway. "Hmmm sure but we’ve eaten breakfast here a thousand times" your most flirtatious friend Maria said "what do you suggest?" she asked him. Camilo hesitated, glancing to you slightly and you smiled "go ahead, I won’t get mad if you don’t recommend my breakfast muffins". Camilo smiled at you "are you kidding? They’re the best thing on the menu and I’ve been stealing them for weeks” he joked with a wink before he turned back to your friends. You left them to their fun, flirting with Camilo and let him handle them while you served the customers beginning to file in.

Finally your friends left and you walked over to Camilo clearing the table. "Only a 5 peso tip?" you asked "tut-tut Camilo all that flirting should’ve definitely gotten you 10 pesos atleast". "Flirting? Me?" he asked pretending he had no idea what you meant. You smirked "sureeee if my flirt game was only worth 5 pesos I'd deny it too". "Pretty big talk, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?" he asked gesturing to the two boys from your year who’d just walked in. You smiled "aww no I wouldn't want to make you feel that bad when i got a 20 peso tip, I’ll leave them up to you" and you patted his poncho before walking away. Camilo chuckled and watched you leave, smiling after you. He realised his heart was beating rapidly and he was holding his hand over where you’d patted him. He was having those feelings for you again. As much as you were friends Camilo knew your general disgust to dating him likely hadn’t changed and he didn’t want to ruin this friendship with you by overstepping. No, no matter how he felt around you he couldn't let that ruin this, he wouldn't let himself get in the way of the good thing he had going. So he quickly snapped himself out of it and went to serve the customers.

Your day was going pretty well and honestly you’d had a great holiday overall. You’d had time to see your friends pretty regularly due to Camilo’s help and the cafe was booming. Your parents were the most relaxed you’d ever seen them and they were giving you a lot more responsibility, showing their trust in you. You’d had your doubts when they accepted Camilo’s help but you honestly couldn’t imagine the place without him now. He brought a light energy to the place and was forever making people laugh. Not just that but he was good at his job too. He always remembered the regulars’ orders and was very intuitive, sensing when you needed help without you even needing to ask him. The customers loved him (that one jerk aside) and he’d fit into the place as if it was made for him. You couldn’t get your head around it but then again Camilo was literally magical...that surely explained how he’d done so well.

“Now that is not an expression I see on your face often” Camilo said jolting you from your thoughts. He came to join you behind the counter and you looked at him confused. “I believe they call it relaxed?” Camilo asked as if the word was foreign and you swatted him gently. Mere weeks ago a comment like that would’ve infuriated you but now you saw the funny side and you wondered how you ever found Camilo unbearable. “Well I am relaxed” you shrugged “you’ve finally finished training and don’t need so much hand-holding anymore” you said smiling to let Camilo know you were joking. In response Camilo just smiled back “hand-holding you say? I definitely don’t remember that part of the training, were you holding out on me y/n?”. You blushed slightly at the fact Camilo was flirting with you and after a noticeable pause you went to speak only for the door to open. The bells rang and you and Camilo looked up to see Sophia, the girl who Camilo spent a lot of time flirting with yesterday enter the cafe. You noticed the change in Camilo, his relaxed posture suddenly straightened and he became nervous. You smiled amused “I think we know who she’s here for but make it quick okay? We close in 10 and I’m not staying late just to help you get a date”. Camilo rolled his eyes but was smiling “ha ha, you know many people actually think I’m very datable”. “Really?” you asked feigning surprise “is that another miracle your casita helped you with?” you teased and with that you disappeared into the back leaving Camilo staring after you with a smile.

“Sophia! How lovely to see you again, what can I get for you?” you heard Camilo ask as you walked away. That charm was why your tips had been higher than they’d ever been and he was also the reason why you’d had an influx of teenage girls visiting. Camilo hadn’t been wrong when he said he could get a date, the Madrigals were the IT family of Colombia and Camilo was a very likeable member due to all the things you used to hate about him but now rather liked. You thought his extroverted nature was endearing and found his confidence...dare you say attractive? Luis never even learnt your friend's names but Camilo walked right up to them this morning and chatted to them like it was nothing. His social skills always left you impressed and made you feel special, when Camilo was focused on you it made you feel important and valued. You wondered if everyone felt that way around Camilo and then Sophia’s laugh told you they did and one of them was in the cafe flirting with him right now. You suddenly got a sharp stream of jealousy and were annoyed just when you and Camilo had made up he had a pretty girl interested in him. Couldn’t she just give the two of you a second to work out where this new friendship was going? However you realised you had no claim to Camilo and of course Sophia could flirt with whoever she wanted. You scolded yourself for blaming here and were determined to focus on them no longer when Camilo put a stop to that. Camilo came closer to the back room amplifying his voice to a volume where you couldn’t help but hear it. “Let me just grab you your free gingerbread cookie to go with your drink, can’t have someone as sweet as you going without” he flirted heading towards you to retrieve said cookie. You grabbed the box to give him one when Sophia’s voice made you pause. She must’ve followed him to the back because you could hear everything she was saying. “Well actually I wanted to ask you something” Sophia said and Camilo paused “ow?”. “Would you like to go out with me sometime?” Sophia asked and you nearly dropped the box in shock.

Camilo was also apparently quite surprised “on a date?” he asked and Sophia laughed “no I want you to come work at my families store too...yes as a date so what do you say?” Sophia asked. You swallowed, angry at yourself for being so nervous but you couldn’t help it. You held your breath, your heart sinking as Camilo began to speak but you were utterly shocked by what he said. “I’d be an extremely lucky guy to take you on a date Sophia but I can’t or well I shouldn’t” Camilo sighed “I like someone else”. “Ow?” Sophia asked “I just thought we got on well and you always seemed to blush around me”. Camilo chuckled nervously “yeah we do get on really well and I do blush around you because you’re really pretty and trust me if it wasn’t for this other person I’d be jumping to go out with you but this girl...I kind of get the feeling nobody would ever be able to compete with her in my mind. She’s always been the girl I’ve wanted so it wouldn’t be fair to try start something with you”. There was a pause before Sophia responded “well thanks for your honesty I guess. I’ve never heard a guy talk about a girl like that so whoever she is, I hope she knows how lucky she is. You should ask her out and let her know how you feel”. Camilo chuckled “yeah I probably should but I’m not as brave as you, I’m also fairly sure she’d reject me from experience”. You actually gasped at that. All through this conversation you’d wondered who the girl could be but as far as you knew there was only one girl who had “rejected” Camilo Madrigal and it was you. “You’ll never know until you try” Sophia replied “also don’t worry about that cookie, see you around Camilo” and you heard the bells jingle as she left. You leant back against the counter your heart beating rapidly. Did Camilo mean you? But another question was forming in your head, did he really think that outburst at seven was you rejecting him? From your perspective it’d just been you saying you didn’t want to be friends anymore and overreacting as kids did but to Camilo it had been so much worse. You felt awful, even if you weren’t the girl maybe the reason Camilo never dated anyone was because you wrecked his self-esteem as a kid. Thinking back on the language you used you did recall saying something along the lines of gross or disgusting and you cursed your younger self. You never meant to hurt Camilo but you had, and now you were determined to rectify that.

You came out of the backroom to find Camilo at the counter. He looked up and gave you a small smile. You smiled back and thought you saw a blush on Camilo’s cheeks but weren’t sure if you were just imagining it. “Wow you really did stick to the 10 minutes” you said as the clock struck 6 o’clock. Camilo nodded “of course! When my boss tells me something I listen, I’m totally vying for that promotion”. You laughed “you’re not even getting paid!”. “Exactly that’s what I’m hoping to change” Camilo replied and you laughed shaking your head.

You glanced around the cafe prepared to carry out your usual post-opening recovery and clean up but you didn’t need to. The two of you had done such a good job all day the usual tidying up didn’t need to be done and so you could both leave now if you wanted to but you noticed Camilo taking his time with getting his stuff so decided to test if he wanted to stay. “Would you like a drink for the walk home?” you asked and Camilo smiled “the walk that is about five minutes?”. You smiled “I know but it’s one of the perks of working in a cafe, so yes or no?”. Camilo nodded leaning on the counter with his elbows “yes I would and I want you to choose it for me”. You frowned slightly confused but still smiling “why?”. Camilo shrugged “I’m curious what drink you’d pick for me”. “Okay fine” you agreed and turned away to make a drink. Camilo looked outside (he’d turned around once and you yelled no peaking) and waited for you to finish. “All done!” you called and Camilo turned to find two cups on the counter. “I made one for me too” you explained and Camilo rolled his eyes in mock annoyance “of course you did”. You threw a cloth at him “drink it and guess what it is!”.

Camilo knew the drink as soon as it touched his lips “chocolate con queso?” he asked. You smiled “I know it’s a staple in Colombia so not too hard to guess but it just felt right. Hot Chocolate but with a twist, you’re not boring so a traditional hot chocolate didn’t seem right but I also add the cinnamon because I figured you’d like a little spice. Plus I know how big your appetite is so surely a chocolate con queso would be right up your street”?. Camilo stared at you lost for words “how did you work that all out! I thought my tio was the one with psychic abilities”. You blushed “so you like it?”. Camilo grinned “I think it’s the perfect drink for me, sweet but a little tangy and a hint of spice. You summed me up in drink form perfectly y/n”. You blushed laughing “I think you've been too generous with your praise” but Camilo shook his head “not at all”. In response you just called a truce “well how about we sit and wait for it to cool?” and Camilo followed you to the comfy seats in the front window.

The two of you sat in the window and watched the village go by. As chance would have it Luis walked by and spotted the two of you immediately. He glared and Camilo chuckled “we have the best timing in the world”. “We really do” you agreed “man I’m glad to be free of him”. “I can imagine” Camilo nodded and he paused before daring to go on “I never got what you saw in him”. You shrugged “not much, I never liked him" you said and Camilo looked at you "Luis? Then why date him?". "Because of you" you chuckled " or them I should say” you said gesturing at the townspeople. “I hated everyone assuming we’d get together despite the fact we weren’t even friends anymore” you explained. “So when Luis asked me out I said yes. I knew he was a popular attractive member of our class. I thought if I dated him people would finally stop assuming the two of us would happen...it wasn’t the best of plans though and I got stuck with a dud". Camilo laughed "yeah he definitely wasn’t an upgrade from me". You shot him a side-eye and Camilo grinned making you laugh. "Yeah probably not. Atleast in the fictional relationship everyone put us in I didn't have to do anything. I had to go to all of Luis’ games and sit with him at lunch...honestly it was so boring". Camilo nodded "sports suck" and you chuckled "i see why we were such good friends all those years ago". Camilo nodded "me too...i missed that". You tensed and Camilo thought he’d gone too far but you nodded. "I’ve missed it too...but we're friends now, aren’t we?" you asked hesitantly. Camilo beamed "I'd like to think so yes". You smiled back at him and Camilo was momentarily stunned at how beautiful you looked and overwhelmed with his feelings for you. He could stay like this in the cafe with you forever. He never wanted it to end or for him to have to leave. You smiled apparently also content with this situation before you paused "I am sorry Camilo. For everything. How I treated you for years, the things I said to you...what I said to you all those years ago that started it all". Camilo had been about to comfort you when you approached the sensitive subject and he paused, wanting you to go on. "I never found you disgusting Camilo. I didn’t back then and I...well you know you're very popular with the girls look wise so you don’t need me to tell you that you're not ugly or repulsive. It wasn’t you that made me react that way, more the idea of marriage and my life being chosen for me. You were just collateral damage and I'm so sorry I let you think I didn’t like you or that you weren't appealing. I'm sure many girls would be thrilled at the idea of an arranged marriage with you, I actually know many who would volunteer" you added earning a small-sized smile from the shapeshifter "so my point is...I was wrong and you're not disgusting or someone a girl wouldn’t want". Camilo was a blushing mess having you tell him he was attractive and you’d never thought otherwise. He thought he was going to faint so it slipped out before he could help it. "I never imagined I'd hear someone like you tell me that" he breathed and you blushed. "I mean you tell me that...but it's okay, you don’t have to apologise. I bet it was weird having your friend tell you their family was planning your wedding. I get why you reacted that way but I am relieved it wasn’t me specifically that put you off". You shook your head "not at all" and Camilo could see the blush on your cheeks and he liked it. Not to mention, if you were blushing...did that mean you also liked it?

The seconds seemed to slow where the two of you looked at one another and both hesitated. Camilo wasnt sure what he had been about to do, if anything but he was cut off when your parents walked in and the two of you jumped up. "You're still here? We were wondering where you were" your mother called. "We were just waiting for Camilo’s coffee to cool' you said looking down at the cup, suspecting it was ice cold by now “Did you have a nice anniversary?”. “Yes it was lovely, very romantic and it was all down to your two. We actually missed the cafe though which was rather pathetic but by the looks of this place we should go away more often” your mother smiled looking around the cafe in amazement. Your father nodded wandering through all the squeaky clean tables “definitely, the two of you really are the dream team". You and Camilo brushed away their compliments both lightly blushing. “How will you cope without us when we go back to school?” you asked with a smirk and your parents laughed. “I actually don’t know” your father nodded “it’s been such a help and we’ve really loved having you around Camilo, if you ever want work as a barista you’ll have a job here”. Camilo blinked in surprise “really? wow thank you”. “No problem” your father smiled “speaking of, since you’ve started we’ve been earning more and we think you deserve more than just tips”. Your father handed Camilo an envelope with some money and Camilo’s eyes widened. “I can’t take this” he said trying to hand it back but your mother pushed his hand away “you deserve it, treat yourself to something nice! Now you should start heading home before your Abuela gets worried”. Camilo nodded and you led him outside. “See you tomorrow” you smiled and Camilo nodded. He started to walk away before he remembered something. "Ow but before I go..." Camilo said turning back to you "I know you've probably heard but it’s Antonio's ceremony later this month and you're invited to it. I know the whole town is but I wanted to make sure you knew you specifically are invited" Camilo said blushing "just so you knew". You blushed too but smiled "thanks for telling me, I'll be there and I promise to be a lot nice this time". Camilo grinned "me too! Okay that’s great....see you later y/n" and he walked away. For the first time in years you stared after Camilo and openly allowed yourself to admire him...unfortunately Camilo looked back and caught you. He saw you staring at him and he actually smirked! He grinned looking right at you before he turned back still chuckling to himself. You were bright red and sputtered in shock before going back inside. You were now one of the many girls in their Camilo Madrigal phase and didn’t think you were leaving it any time soon.

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I spent WAY too long debating over what drink Camilo would like. Espresso was obviously a no because the boy does not need more energy. I did like the idea of black coffee because I feel like he can be very savage but I didn’t think it was fun enough. I was debating chai because I like the spice element but in the end I decided to play it safe and google Colombian warm drinks. This is not what I expected I would be spending my evenings de-stressing doing. 😂😂

Also I know I originally said 3 parts but I didn’t want them to just go from enemies to flirting super quickly because it just felt forced, so I added a part to give them time for their relationship to build.

Next one is the final one!!!

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griffintail · 3 years ago

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Okay here’s the request I was thinking of - what if Karl, Mr. Time Travel himself, brings together all the children from all the timelines with all the different parents because his daughter from his own timeline is trapped in the Inbetween as punishment for Karl escaping to the other side, and what’s worse is that in his own timeline, the SMP members are beginning to forget she ever existed. He can’t go get her himself because the Inbetween knows all the tricks he’d pull since he was connected for such a long time. Just an idea, I’d love to see how the different readers with different parents would interact.

THIS WAS INSANE TO WRITE! It's also a lot longer than planned B) Hope you enjoy! Also! Someone tell me how the fuck I tag this XD Do I add all the parent pairings or not. Help??

The Many Faces of (Y/N)

Deals with Lost Ones Canon but this will not be canon and not everything mentioned is canon.

Warnings: Light angst, Minor Fight Scenes, Multiple Realities and Timelines, The Inbetween

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It was rather quick, the process. Some fell in, some simply staggered forward, some simply stood. Yet, all confused.

One with an (F/C) bandana was the first to react, leaping onto her feet, having been one to fall, her eyes locking onto the one with a smiley mask on the side of her face, that gave the bandana wearer bad memories. The bandana brandished her sword and the mask wearer reacted with the pull of an axe.

“Who the hell are you!” She demanded to the mask.

“Who am I? Who the hell are you! Put that sword away before you hurt yourself.”

“Oh, fuck off bitch!” She snapped.

One wearing a cape pulled her sword slightly from its sheath as she looked at the two similar faces.

“Why don’t we all calm down?” The cape said.

“Not until she tells me who the fuck she is! Especially with that fucking mask!”

One in a fox jacket took a step back from the rising tension as one in a split black and white dress shifted nervously at the anger, too afraid to speak.

“Hey! Let’s calm ourselves!” A girl in a green hat stepped between the trio.

“Why the hell do you all look like me!” The bandana exclaimed.

“We all look like each other dumbass.” The cape said as she fully brought out her sword. “Now put. Your weapon. Away.”

The girl in the bandana clenched her jaw as she looked at the one in the mask, steeling herself before darting around the one in the hat and went for her.

“Fuck you!”

A girl with a tiara went to stop the girl attacking as one dressed in a pair of overalls yelped in surprise when another one wearing a L’Manberg uniform intercepted the attack. The L’Manberg uniform held a bow and shot the sword out of the bandana wearer's hand.

“Ladies, can we please use our words instead?” She asked, putting the bow on her back as she dusted her uniform off. “No need for such weapons.”

“FUCK OFF! This isn’t your problem!” The bandana wearer protested.

Tense stood between the similar-looking teenagers, all able to tell the difference between each other by only their clothing.

Karl stood, still trying to get a word in when the final girl a blue hoodie came over to him, tugging on his hoodie sleeve. He looked at her and she held a piece of blue to him smiling.

“You looked stressed. Here, have some blue. Calm yourself.”

He took the blue from her, some of his worries melting but not enough.

“Oh dear. You filled the blue. Are you alright?” She asked him.

“No, that’s why I need to talk to everyone,” Karl told her.

“Ok.” She nodded, simply walking in between the tension, everyone mildly shocked by her boldness. “Hi! I’m (Y/N). You guys look a lot like me and that’s pretty cool! But he wants to talk to us. It will make him feel better.”

She pointed at Karl and everyone still stared at her shocked for a moment before finally giving Karl their attention.

“Hello…Uh, sorry about all this. I needed help and I had nowhere else to go.” He said.

“Karl?” The mask wearer questioned, putting her axe away.

“Yes. I’m not…your Karls though.” He said as the bandana wearer picked up her sword, worrying him, but she sheathed it.

With her weapon away, the cape wearer put hers away as well as she spoke. “Our Karls?”

He nodded. “I’m Karl from my universe. This is a place outside all of our universes.”

The girl in the bandana went slightly crossed-eyed as the one in the fox jacket came forward.

“Great, magic and crap. Why are we here?” She asked.

“The thing that makes this all possible, the Inbetween, it took…it took my daughter from me as punishment. It knows all my tricks, so I needed to do something completely unpredictable, even by the Inbetween.”

“And bringing forward a bunch of…us, was your battle plan?” The L’Manberg uniform crossed her arms. “We’re the same person.”

“I mean, we’re not.” The tiara said. “Some of us immediately drew arms as some of us stayed calm or moved away. We’re all even dressed differently.”

“Wait, what’s different about our universes?” The bandana brought back to that subject.

“You all have different fathers. That’s the most defining factor I went for.” Karl said. “I couldn’t bring several of my daughter, that’d be predictable. But several of you…”

“That’s a multitude of different possibilities. We’re all bound to do something different.” Green hat nodded.

“Well, you got to be Phil’s kid, he’d only wear a hat that fucking stupid.” The bandana snorted.

“Hey!” The green hat snapped before crossing her arms. “And you must be Tommy’s, nobody has a mouth that bad.”

“Fuck you! My dad’s amazing.” She held up her nose.

“He’s my brother and he’s an idiot.” She said, the one wearing a cape and L’Manberg uniform snorting.

“You wanna go bitch!” She challenged, putting a hand on her sword handle.

“No more weapons. Let’s introduce ourselves civically.” The L’Manberg uniform said, putting a hand on Tommy’s child's shoulder. “I’m Wilbur’s child.”

“That’s ironic coming from Wilbur’s kid.” Tommy’s daughter muttered.

“What does that mean?” She frowned.

“Nothing.” The other scoffed.

“I’m Tubbo’s.” The girl in overalls stepped forward.

“I’m Fundy’s.” The fox jacket raised her hand, Tommy’s daughter snickering about a furry and getting a glare in return.

“I’m Ranboo’s.” The black and white dress piped up timidly.

“I’m Ghostbur’s!” The blue hoodie grinned, make Wilbur’s child frown.

“I’m Eret’s.” The tiara curtsied.

“I’m Techno’s.” The cape crossed her arms.

“I’m Dream’s.” The mask said last.

“Ew.” Tommy’s daughter scrunched up her nose.

“Fuck off brat.” She scoffed.

“Bitch!” The other went forward but Phil’s child grabbed the back of her shirt to stop her.

“I know all of you have different nicknames from your fathers.” Karl stepped in to stop another fight before it started. “If we used them, it would be easier to talk to each other since you’re all named (Y/N). I…I call my daughter little traveler.”

“My dad calls me little blue!” The blue hoodie smiled widely.

“My father calls me Little Blade or goddess.”

“Little angel.” The bucket hat let go of the pouting girl.

“Big (F/L)!” The girl grinned now, lying about the big part.

“Little star.”

“Little Boo or Enderman.”

“Kit.” The fox jacket answered, not saying her other names.

“Little lamb or bee, whichever you like.”

“Princess.”

The girl with the smiley mask frowned, crossing her arms slightly. She didn’t exactly want these people to call her sweetheart. She thought of nicknames, little flame, little muffin, little color, but none of those were from her dad…except one.

“Little terror.” She looked away.

“Great.” Karl nodded. “Now that you all have different names we can use, we can make a plan…I-I’ve been trying to get out of the Inbetween, stop my traveling as I was forgetting too much. It didn’t like that and took (Y/N). Now it seems everyone in my world is forgetting her…I need to get her back.”

“Where exactly is she being kept?” Star asked.

“What kind of enemies will there be?” Blade questioned.

“Is it possible to just sneak in?” Angel added.

“I don’t know exactly where she’s being kept, I just know she’s deep in the Inbetween. And, with it being a powerful entity, it can conjure any enemies it wants and can see just about anything. That’s where the unpredictable patterns come in.” Karl nodded.

“Right, well, then let’s go fuck some shit up.” (F/L) grinned.

“We can’t just run in.” Star rolled her eyes. “Raise your hands if you can fight.”

Everyone raised their hands besides Blue and Boo gave a halfhearted raise.

“What’s with you?” Star nodded at Boo.

“I just don’t like fighting unless I need to.” Boo shrugged.

“Well, you’ll need to here, and you. Why can’t you fight?” Star asked Blue.

Blue shifted a bit nervously now as (F/L) scoffed, earning Star’s attention.

“She’s fucking Ghostbur’s kid. She won’t even be able to look at a fight.” (F/L) said.

“Who the hell is Ghostbur?” Star crossed her arms now.

(F/L) opened her mouth then closed it, frowning. Star was Wilbur’s kid. Meaning, she knew Alivebur but wouldn’t know…(F/L) looked at Karl with a few others, who shifted nervously himself.

“You’re all from different time periods in the SMP, some with different courses.”

“Hold up! That’s why you’re wearing a L’Manberg uniform?!” (F/L) whipped around to Star.

“I hardly see why—”

“He…Did you see Pogtopia?”

“(F/L).” Blade warned slightly as she stepped over, seeing not only Star stiffen but Kit and Lamb as well.

“I-I did.” Star nodded.

“How’d it end?”

“(F/L),” Angel said as well now.

“No, I need to know.”

“We won. We went home, what about it?” Star crossed her arms and gripped onto them.

“Because L’Manberg is gone. Blown up, by Wilbur. Who’s now.” (F/L) pointed at Blue, who was fiddling with a piece of blue. “Ghostbur.”

“That’s…Dad would never resort to such tactics.” Star clenched her hands. “Now we have different things to discuss rather than your wild accusations.”

“Wild huh? He—” (F/L) went to continue.

She was just scared and upset with old thoughts and memories that felt like they were surrounding her. She just wanted to take her anger out and didn’t see how she upsetting others around her. Angel did though and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back with enough force, making (F/L) fall on her ass.

“You’re upsetting everyone. So shut up.” She told her.

(F/L) gripped her hands but did indeed see a few unsettled and an upset face on Blue as she stared at the piece of blue in her hands.

“Where do we start?” Terror asked this time. “We have to start somewhere to look.”

“I can send all of you into the heart of it all but I can’t come with. All I can offer are notes.” Karl told them, holding out a journal, which Boo stepped forward to take.

“Because it can predict you.” Blade nodded.

“So, we’re going in there half blind?” Kit huffed.

“I don’t want to send any of you in there.” Karl defended. “But I…I have no other options past this. Please, I hate to ask this, but please help me get my little traveler back.”

(F/L) stood up and dusted herself off. “Sure, whatever, as long as I can fuck shit up.”

Blade gave her a sharp whack on the back of her head and she glared at her.

“Alright, well then…everyone willing, raise your hand.” Angel stepped forward.

Star raised her hand and following after was Terror. (F/L) and Blade raised their hands next as Blue followed suit. Kit sighed, before raising her hand as Lamb nodded raising her hand and Princess as well. Boo hesitated before raising her hand. Everyone was willing to help.

“Then we’re as ready as we’ll ever be.” Terror nodded.

“Ok, everyone, please be careful. I hope to see you soon.” Karl said as he closed his eyes before reciting a few words, creating a new portal.

The different versions of the teenager looked at each other before they each jumped in, Blue being the last as she waved a happy bye to Karl. The portal closed and Karl sighed. He hoped everyone would be alright…

All the girls stood in an empty room a few doors at their disposal, several of them resting hands on their weapons.

“Alright, where do we start?” Blade asked.

“Well, there’s no time like the present!” (F/L) said, going to a random door as Boo was looking through Karl’s book.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lamb warned her, following quickly.

“We’ll be fine.” She opened the door and there was a normal-looking hallway. “See? Nothing to worry about. Now come on, we got shit to wreck. Treasure to possibly find.”

“How are we all the same person?” Star muttered, Lamb looking over at the others in question. “Come on.”

Everyone went to follow until Boo spoke up.

“Be careful. Karl says as soon as the Inbetween knows we’re here, it will try and trick us. Turn us around. We’re going to have to be careful.” She said as she looked at the others.

“Then let’s make as much ground as we can before it figures out.” Blade nodded.

Boo closed the book before everyone started making their way down the hall, (F/L) in front with a hand on her sword. The hallway was purely white with columns holding up the ceiling above them, a few plants held on tables but after that, there was nothing else. No doors leading anywhere.

“How do we know it doesn’t already know we’re here and we’re about to walk down this hallway endlessly?” Kit asked, frowning as she looked to Blue next to her as she just hummed happily.

“I suppose we won’t know unless we keep going.” Terror mumbled.

“Would you guys stop complaining? I have a great sense of direction and I know this is the right way.” (F/L) rolled her eyes.

It was another good five minutes of walking before they finally reached one door at the end of the hallway.

“Thank fuck.” (F/L) huffed before opening the door. “Oh, for the love of--!”

Inside was a square room with different openings. This time though, they could see inside various looking rooms.

“Where the hell do, we go?” (F/L) crossed her arms as everyone gathered into the square room.

“What happened to your great sense of direction?” Blade snorted.

“Fuck off.”

“You got anything back there, Ender?” Star looked at her.

“Not much,” Boo muttered as she flipped the page. “Just that the further we go in, the deeper we get in.”

“And Karl said his kid will be deep in.” Angel put her hands on her hips. “So, we need to go through as many rooms as possible before we’re caught.”

“So, no more five-minute hallways.” Terror smirked.

“We can still go bitch!” (F/L) threatened.

“Well, maybe we should go in the nicer-looking room,” Lamb suggested.

“No, we need one with a door close by,” Star said, looking through the various rooms, ranging from being outdoors to an actual room.

“The courtyard looks safest; we can see nothing’s there and the doors just across it.” Princess pointed out.

“Yeah, it looks like the best way.” Star nodded. “Come on.”

The group walked through the door and with ease, went into a wider hallway, following that once more down till they came to a new doorway. It was much of the same cycle, they’d go through door after door, trying to get deeper into dimensions they didn’t understand and where they had no concept of time. They didn’t do much exploring, wishing to complete the work given, though some like Kit and (F/L) were a little eager to grab anything shiny while Blue grabbed several blue things she spotted.

As they were walking down another hallway that had other corridors, that was currently leading to dead ends, Star quickly hid in one of the corridors as she was in the lead as she hissed;

“Hide!”

Everyone was quick to follow her, some in the corridor across from her and some with her, all except Blue. Terror grabbed her though and pulled her into the one across from Star. The girls all looked to see something they’ve never seen. A human figure made completely of metal, but not like armor. It was pure metal everywhere.

“Boo?” Star whispered to the girl on her side and she was frantically flipping through the book as she tried to figure out what they were looking at.

“I-I don’t know.” She whispered back.

Kit stared at the figure walking from all of them and saw a faint red glow within the metal.

“It’s blocking the next door.” (F/L) hissed to her group on the other side. “Let’s just kill it, it’s obviously a mob of…some sort.”

“And how do you want to do that?” Terror motioned to it. “It’s made of metal.”

“And redstone.” Kit muttered.

(F/L), Terror, Princess, and Blue looked at the girl. Kit took a deep breath.

“It’s running on redstone. See the faint glow? It’s being powered by it.”

“What the hell is that?” (F/L) looked at it with wide eyes as Star frowned over at the others, unable to hear what they were staying.

“You break the circuit,” Fundy told Kit as he brushed the redstone away from the piston he set up with his sword and the piston went down. “You take away the power.”

“We need it out of the way and if we break the circuit, it doesn’t have power. I got it.” Kit said before sneaking out.

Star motioned furiously in a panic to know what was going on as Kit silently came up behind the thing. Years of practice helped as she quietly pulled her sword, seeing a redstone connection on the thing’s neck exposed before she swung her sword. She froze when it turned suddenly and caught her sword, staring at her with glowing red eyes.

“Fuck.” Star hissed before coming out, bow drawn. “Kit duck!”

Kit let go of the sword and dropped before Star let an arrow fly and hit its mark where Kit had been aiming earlier. The glowing eyes faded into darkness and Kit took a deep breath but panicked as the thing came falling forward. Lamb came swooping in and pulled Kit out of the way as it crashed down with a loud thud.

“That was close.” Kit muttered.

“What the hell was that?” Blade asked.

“We needed to get past it.” (F/L) motioned as all the girls came out of their hallways. “Kit saw an opportunity and took it to help us.”

“We don’t even know what this thing is!” Star argued.

“Whatever the hell it is, it was powered by redstone.” Kit brushed herself off after Lamb helped her up. “We broke its circuit.”

“Redstone?” Terror tilted her head slightly as she looked at the thing of metal.

“I think everyone forgot.” Everyone looked at Angel. “We were spotted, so let’s go mates before the Inbetween knows where we are.”

“Right.” Star nodded. “Let’s get moving quickly.”

She took lead once again to the door and everyone followed, Kit putting a hand on (F/L)’s shoulder after she gathered her sword.

“Thanks.”

“It was a good plan.” (F/L) shrugged before the pair continued.

They all entered the room to find a wide, empty room with…

“No doors. Great, it knows we’re here.” Blade muttered.

Kit scratched the back of her head in embarrassment.

“It was always going to find us.” (F/L) said. “Now, let’s find the damn door. Boo said it would fuck with us, so there’s going to be a door.”

Everyone, but Boo who was continuing to read the little facts they had, split up into the room a few going along the walls and a few checking the floor, even Blue after some convincing. They had all had their fair share of secret rooms and knew different ways to find them.

“Karl calls that thing out there a robot,” Boo told the others as she traced a hand over Karl’s drawing. “Kit was right, it was being powered by a redstone block core. Breaking one part of the circuit shuts it down.”

Kit smiled to herself for being right as she continued to knock along the wall.

“Hey.” Princess call tapping her heel against the ground hard as she heard something hollow under the tile. “I think I found it. The tile is solid though.”

“I got it.” Terror took off her axe. “Everyone, back up.”

Everyone stepped back before Terror held her axe high then slammed it on the tile. A crack appeared and began to spider web. Terror stepped back to the group before the ground broke open into a new room.

“There could be anything down there.” Blade said gripping her sword hilt. “So, everyone be ready.”

With simultaneous nods from everyone but Boo and Blue, all the girls jumped down and landed on the floor below. The good news was they could see the door a bit a ways from their group, the bad news was the several soldiers from different eras in time that stood in front of them, outnumbering them.

“To the door!” Angel yelled before starting the sprint over, nobody arguing as they ran with her.

Now behind them, the soldiers gave a battle cry and charged. Boo put the book in her bag to pull off her shield with (F/L) and Lamb and the trio blocked arrows that came from a few archers. Star retaliated in their retreats with a few arrows of their own but the soldiers would fall to dust when her arrows would hit their marks.

“What the hell is this?!” Star shouted.

“Doesn’t matter! The door!” Blade told her.

Angel flung the door open and held it open to let everyone run in before slipping in herself and slamming it shut…the door disappearing. She took a moment to catch her breath.

“I hate this.” (F/L) muttered and Angel turned to look at a thin bridge to the next door.

“We have to go forward.” Star put her bow away.

“Fuck me.” Terror shook her head as she looked over to see nothing but Void. “Alright. Slow across. Here we go, ladies.”

Nothing happened in the room, everyone just going across the bridge slowly, one by one. There was fear the door behind them would reappear but it never did. From there, it became much of the same.

The Inbetween messed with them through every door. May it be scares of long drops or hordes of enemies they often ran from, they saw a lot, though it never discouraged them. They didn’t fear, they continued to work. They made it room from room, completed puzzle after puzzle, passed enemy after enemy. All of this was honestly nothing more than they’d seen before. Every one of them had seen their fair share of battles and traps. It was nothing more.

They all pulled their weight as well. Blade, Angel, and Terror were doing well with holding enemies off with their fighting skills. Boo was able to call out a few traps with the knowledge of the book she had made through after so many rooms. Star, Kit, Lamb, and Princess were excellent at solving puzzles. Blue was also wonderful moral support.

“We must have made it through hundreds of rooms by now.” (F/L) huffed as they came into a large white room.

“Ender only knows.” Terror muttered.

“Hey, that door is different.” Star pointed out.

It was true. Across the large room from them was a large, heavy-looking metal door.

“We have to be extremely deep in.” (F/L) reasoned. “So that’s where Traveler must be.”

“Yeah, but this is too easy. An empty room with the one door we need? It’s a trap.” Blade muttered.

“What room hasn’t been a trap?” (F/L) threw out. “Let’s go.”

She went forward and everyone shared a look before following after her carefully. Just as Blade suspected, goop moved along the floor as they took several steps in. Everyone froze, having never seen anything like this yet in the hundreds of rooms they had gone through. Weapons were drawn as the girls all lined up side by side, other than Blue and Boo, who were a step behind everyone.

This had to be the last trap before the end and they’d succeed so they could all go home.

They waited for the goop to do anything but the last thing they expected was for it to start to take human-like shapes and all girls were gripped by fear.

In front of Blade stood Quackity holding an axe with a wicked grin.

In front of Star stood Schlatt with a smirk and hands in his pockets.

In front of Angel stood Tubbo with a decree in his hand.

In front of Princess stood Dream with an axe as well.

In front of Kit stood another Dream with a crossbow.

In front of Terror stood a third Dream with his mask fully on and hands in his hoodie.

In front of Lamb stood Sapnap with a flint and steel.

In front of Boo stood Ranboo with two purple eyes.

In front of Blue stood Wilbur holding a stick of dynamite.

In front of (F/L) stood a final Dream smirking with two discs in his hand.

In front of each girl stood their worst fears.

Blade gripped onto her sword tighter as she felt smaller like she had the first time she saw Quackity as Star’s throat closed; no words available. Angel felt like the walls were closing in and she was stuck once more as Princess remembered all the meetings her father had with Dream. Kit remembered her father taking ten paces from Dream as Terror shook slightly staring at her father. Lamb heard the sounds of sparking fire as Boo saw a terrifying man looming over her and Blue heard the whispers of who her father really was.

(F/L)…(F/L) merely stared before she took a step forward and gripped onto her sword. The Dream in front of her frowned before going for a sword on his hip. (F/L) snarled before leaping forward and slashing through the Dream before he pulled his sword. The goop’s image broke as it moved back before turning into another Wilbur holding dynamite. (F/L) simply spun and sliced up. The goop turned into Tubbo in a president’s uniform and she sliced down once more.

The goop backed off a bit as (F/L) let out a breath.

“They’re not real. You’ve faced these fears before!” (F/L) told them. “It’s pulling from your past so you’re stronger now than these fears. So, FUCK ‘EM! KNOCK THEM DOWN!”

The goop in front of her turned into a dirty and beat-up Tommy and she screamed.

“FUCK YOU BASTARD!”

She struck again and it inspired the other girls. Blade rushed the Quackity, spinning out of the way of the axe, cape flying as she cut through him. Star pulled her bow with speed and fired through the Schlatt’s forehead. Angel knocked the decree out of Tubbo’s hand as she rushed him before cutting through him. Princess weaved through attacks by the Dream with elegance before striking him. Kit ducked and nimbly went past the second Dream’s arrows before managing to land a hit.

Terror gripped onto her axe before facing combat with the image of her father. Fires sprung up around Lamb as she sprinted but she managed through them before leading over one and landing her sword on its mark. Boo and Blue, however, were defenseless. Boo was taking steps back from the looming form of the enderwalked hybrid as Blue shook and held her ears as the Wilbur spoke to her as he got close to her.

“This is who I really am (Y/N), and you know it. You know everything! You remember. You can’t keep it all out!” The Wilbur mocked.

Star and Blade noticed and before the goop in front of either of them reformed they sprung into action. Star aimed her bow at the ender hybrid and fired. The hybrid teleported and then appeared in front of her. She startled before pulling another arrow and stabbing the hybrid in the side making it fall to goop. Blade rushed to the Wilbur and slashed him down before he lit the dynamite.

(F/L) just struck down a Technoblade when she heard the clashing of weapons then a scream. She looked back and saw Terror had lost to her fear. (F/L) clenched her jaw before she turned and rushed.

“SUCK THIS GREEN BOI!” (F/L) cried cutting down the Dream as he had raised his axe over Terror.

(F/L) let out heavy breaths before holding a hand out to Terror. Terror stared at her hand before taking it and (F/L) pulled her up.

“I don’t know what he did to you, but fuck him.” (F/L) told her as she looked to see both of their goop piles retreating and a few of the others’ goop as well after they struck down a few more fears.

“Thanks.” Terror muttered as Blade struck down an angry Fundy for Blue before that goop retreated.

“Whatever.” (F/L) mumbled before seeing all the goop was gone. “To the door now!”

She didn’t push though as everyone took deep breaths and regained steady footing. She’d faced the fears before but it still struck her core. Though she wouldn’t let it show. She had to be strong and it was how she helped greatly on this adventure with her determination to strike down her fears.

Blue was now clutching a piece of blue as she handed out a few pieces to the others. Everyone took one at the very least as they gathered themselves.

“Alright.” Star took out a breath. “Let’s go get Traveler.”

They all walked forward as one to the door, (F/L) tall in front. Shouldering the door open, as it was indeed heavy, they found themselves inside indeed a prison block. There were a few other strange creatures and people around in different cells but they had only one person to find. That’s where they spotted the heavily guarded cage where five guards stood armed with different weapons in front of the cage suspended in the air. Inside, on the floor, sat a girl in a multicolored hoodie similar to Karl’s.

“We found her, now what? We can’t exactly show up armed like this. They’ll get reinforcements by the hundreds if they know we made it to the end.” Kit pointed at the armed forces.

“You’re right, we need a distraction.” Star looked around.

“…Or we need someone unarmed.” (F/L) said before looking at Blue and Boo.

“Oh, you’re not serious.” Boo went slack.

“You guys aren’t a threat.” Terror reasoned. “Just enough time for the rest of us to flank them and keep them in one place.”

“I hate this,” Boo muttered. “Come on Blue. Let’s go make friends.”

Blue’s eyes lit up and grinned before rushing out, making Boo startle and race after her. The others split up and went on either side.

From the cage, Traveler looked up hearing all the talking going on below her, and stood as she saw a different version of herself in a blue hoodie and another in a black and white dress.

“Hi! I’m Blue! You want to be friends?” The blue hooded girl beamed as the black and white dress shifted nervously.

“This is all that’s left?” One of the guards laughed as they approached the two girls. “You have no weapons.”

“We-We’re not fighters,” Boo mumbled, taking the back of Blue’s hoodie to pull her back from the guard.

“Run! Get out of here!” Traveler shouted.

“One less problem to worry about then.” The approaching guard stopped and raised their weapon.

Boo stiffened as Traveler shouted shaking the bars of their cage when she went silent as an arrow pierced through the guard’s weapon and sent it crashing to the floor.

“I’ll have you find it’s not very appropriate to point a weapon at a lady.” Star notched a new arrow and pointed the bow at the guard. “Knees, now.”

One guard tried to run to get help only to find Angel in front of them with a shield.

“Hey mate.” She grinned before slamming the shield into them, knocking them out.

Blade rushed another guard and tripped them over and knocked them out with the hilt of her sword. (F/L) and Lamb corned one between them and Lamb knocked them out as well. Kit jumped on the back of the last one startling them and causing them to move forward where Princess simply tripped the guard, making them fall flat on their face, knocking them out cold. The last guard got on their knees as Star came over. She elbowed them in the back of the head and they fell over.

“I thought you were about words.” (F/L) joked.

“Fuck off child.”

“We’re the same age!!” She threw up her arms as Kit went over to the mechanism holding up Traveler’s cage.

“Who are all of you?” Traveler asked.

“You.” Most of the group answered.

“We’re you with different dads,” Boo answered more clearly.

“Really? Wow…” Traveler muttered. “Do you know where my dad is?”

“You’re in luck. He sent us. And he said you might be able to give us some sort of reward—”

Blade smacked (F/L) on the back of the head making her glare at her.

“Ignore her. He did send us to confuse the Inbetween and here we are.” Star said.

Kit let out a noise of victory before managing to lower the cage.

“Back up.” Terror instructed Traveler and she stepped back.

Terror struck the lock on the door with her axe and it shattered. Traveler came out grinning.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”

They all gave various gestures of greeting before an alarm sounded. The group bunched up together, pulling out their weapons.

“We’re going to have to go through all those doors again,” Princess said.

“We might need to fight to the door.” Blade reasoned and Blue whimpered.

“No, we won’t.” Traveler told them. “Everyone, grab on to each other and someone hold onto me.”

Everyone shared a look but they had to trust themself they supposed. Star and (F/L) grabbed onto Traveler’s shoulders as everyone held onto one another. Hundreds of guards rushed to the girls as Traveler took a deep breath then closed her eyes. She mumbled words under her breath, none of the girls understood as she also made several hand gestures. Wind picked up around them, actually pushing guards back before Traveler shouted incoherent words to everyone else before clapping her hands.

A thunderous sound echoed out before everyone stumbled and fell.

“(Y/N)!” Karl shouted with delight as he rushed over and pulled his daughter into his arms. “You’re ok. You’re back!”

He laughed as he hugged her tightly as Traveler gave a tired laugh herself.

“Hey, dad. Yeah…I got us all home.”

“Thank Ender you’re ok my little traveler.” Karl let out a breath of relief before looking at the other versions of his daughter, getting up. “Thank you, all of you.”

“It was nothing.” (F/L) waved her hand. “It was easy.”

There were various eye rolls as Karl smiled at (F/L)’s statement before he stood up.

“It was a lot,” Star admitted. “But we all pulled our own weights and even Traveler saved us in the end, using something to get us right back here rather than going through those doors once more.”

Karl smiled at Traveler, who still sat on the ground, and waved her hand.

“It was nothing.” She mumbled.

“She won’t have energy for a while but I’m glad you all got out safely. I’m very proud of little traveler and all of you. And now, I’ll send you home.”

“Right, home. As weird as it is to see…well myself. I might actually miss you guys.” (F/L) admitted. “You guys are ok.”

Terror gave a snort. “Thanks (F/L). But I’ll miss all of you too. All of your personalities are kind of refreshing…”

“When are we even going to appear at our homes, Karl?” Lamb asked.

“You’ll appear a few moments after you left,” Karl answered.

“So, it will be like nothing ever happened.” Blade said.

“Will we remember?” Boo questioned.

“I…debated not letting anyone remember, even myself.” That made everyone’s eyes go wide. “But I think it would be kinder to let everyone remember that wants to.”

“Hell, yeah I want to.” (F/L) declared.

“You just can’t tell anyone about it, only your Karl’s.” Karl finished.

It weighed on a few of the group as (F/L) nodded.

“I’m fine with that.”

“I’m pretty good with secrets, so I want to remember.” Terror agreed.

“It was…an interesting experience. I don’t want to soon forget it.” Star said.

“I learned a few things I’d like to keep.” Blade nodded.

“Ah, why the hell not remember mate?” Angel shrugged.

“It wasn’t something you see every day so I wish to remember it to learn.” Princess put her hands behind her back.

“It was pretty cool at some points, so let’s remember.” Lamb declared.

“I learned a few things I could use at home so I need to remember.” Kit grinned.

“I made friends and I don’t want to forget them!” Blue smiled brightly.

“I guess if everyone else is going to remember, I’d be like my dad and be the only one to forget if I said yes to forgetting. So, I think I’ll pass on forgetting and remember.” Boo decided.

“Then, everyone can go home and they’ll remember everything they saw. You just have to keep it to yourselves and your Karl.”

“And hey, if you ever need us again. You can give us a call and we’ll kick the Inbetween’s ass!” (F/L) smirked.

Karl chuckled before nodding. “I’ll remember that. For now.”

Karl took out a book, reciting words from its pages before ten portals opened, each one leading to where each girl had last been moments before.

“Everyone go home to your families,” Karl told them.

“Well…Peace out bitches!” (F/L) saluted to them before diving into her portal with a scream and it closed.

“Ender, she’s just like Tommy,” Star muttered before giving a bow. “Goodbye.”

And she stepped through her portal and disappeared.

“Good luck.” Blade waved and left.

“Till we meet again.” Terror adjusted her mask as she went in.

“Bye friends!” Blue grinned before falling through her portal.

“To new friendships.” Angel nodded.

“To new friendships.” Kit agreed before they stepped through their separate ones.

“To new adventures.” Princess shrugged as she went through.

“My Karl better be ready for a long talk.” Lamb stepped through as Karl laughed.

“To new memories.” Boo went to step through but stopped. “Ah! Your book. Here, I added a few notes myself so you know about everything in there.”

Karl took the book from the girl in the black and white dress. The girl waved before stepping through her portal. He opened it as he sat next to his (Y/N). Inside was pristine handwriting noting down several pages of things about the Inbetween that Karl didn’t know. Alongside it was notes about the others like (F/L)’s and Blade’s different fighting styles or Princess’ elegance as she moved through enemies.

“I’m pretty cool where ever I’m from.” Traveler smiled tiredly.

Karl chuckled as he hugged her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Yes, you are my little traveler. Let’s finally get you home…”

Karl had her and herselves to thank from her own safe return. He’d be forever grateful.

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt reader insert #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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no thoughts only taakitz superhero/villain coffeeshop au. taako’s power is shapeshifting but he has a cool gun from lup. kravitz’s power is Big Fuckin Scythe With Unspecified Abilities. also there was no time to get into it but fantasy starbucks isn’t a real starbucks it’s a borderline illegal unaffiliated bootleg starbucks that taako and lup own. like dumb starbucks was.

By all rights, it should have been a fairly routine night for the Reaper. Go out, stop some crimes, arrive just in time to prevent whatever scheme the Mongoose had cooked up this week, exchange some one liners, make some threats that essentially amounted to ‘same time next week?’, the works. A regular Tuesday as a superhero in Neverwinter.

But Kravitz is tired, and more than a little distracted, so he’s not doing so hot on the one liners, and the Mongoose’s attacks are a little closer than they would normally be. He doesn’t even have a good excuse, it’s not like he’s injured, or that he has anything pressing to think of.

It was just— this morning his barista (who he may or may not have been harbouring a small crush on) had mentioned offhand that he thought the Reaper was ‘probably hot under the stupid all-black getup’, and Kravitz didn’t really know what the protocol was for someone complimenting your alter-ego was.

“I think if you were gonna go for the strong silent type, you had to start doing it months ago. Now it’s just acting like an asshole. Are you mad at me?” the Mongoose cuts into his thoughts, firing off another few missiles from his stupid umbrella gun (Umbrastaff, he called it, although it was a gun and not a staff so Kravitz had no idea why he insisted on calling it that).

“We are literally fighting as we speak,” says Kravitz, playing up the cockney accent, spinning his scythe to deflect the missiles off the blade, sending them ricocheting around the room. He’d said something like ‘how can you tell’ to Taako— the barista (well, they’d been on a first name basis for a few weeks, so, Taako), and he’d said ‘I can just tell’ which was not at all helpful in getting Kravitz through the conversation without saying or doing something to give himself away.

He’d almost given Taako his number, but how was he going to justify that? Hey, it’s me under the all black getup. Do you want to go out sometime? As if.

“You can have fights without being fuckin’ rude,” says the Mongoose, firing off another few rounds, which Kravitz deflects again, advancing on him.

“You’re right, sorry. I’m a bit scattered. Not exactly my A game.” As if to prove his point, the Mongoose easily dodges his next couple swings with the scythe, not even bothering to leave his range.

“Clearly. I mean, normally you’re at least close enough that I can feel the breeze from your sword.”

“It’s not a sword, and you know that.” Kravitz brings down the scythe in the space where the Mongoose was only seconds before, having already backflipped out of the way and landed a few metres back. Show off. Not that Kravitz had room to complain about that. The Mongoose spins to face him again, at least this time seemingly aware of what a close call that was. He’s tense, and his hair, which Kravitz supposes has thus far been hidden underneath his costume, has come somewhat unravelled, black braid falling to the middle of his back.

It seems... familiar?

He doesn’t have time for that right now. Kravitz draws back the scythe, feeling the hum of energy under his fingers, swinging again, and—

“Wait! Time out!” the Mongoose puts up a hand and Kravitz, for who knows what reason, stops his scythe mid-swing. The familiarity sticks, so it’s not just a trick of the light. It takes him a second to place, but the hairstyle... it looks a lot like a certain barista he’d been spending all night thinking about.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it. It’s because he has Taako on the brain, is all. Besides, he has other things to worry about besides seeing his crush in his enemy. Namely the fight currently happening with said enemy. “What? You can’t call a time out.”

“I just did,” says the Mongoose, fishing through his pockets and pulling out several bobby pins, sticking them in his mouth so he can use both hands to fix his hair. Kravitz blinks, still trying to shake off the sense of deja vu, but it won’t quit nagging him. “It’s a whole safety issue to leave long hair down.”

“It’s still in a braid,” retorts Kravitz.

“Somebody never took Foodsafe.” the Mongoose gives him a lopsided grin that Kravitz fucking knows he’s seen before, and suddenly it’s more than just passing familiarity, and how could he possibly have not noticed before, and— the Mongoose finishes putting up his hair, raising an eyebrow at Kravitz and his private crisis. “Alright. Ready—”

“You work at Fantasy Starbucks,” blurts Kravitz, without even thinking about it. The Mongoose stops dead in his tracks, and Kravitz can see his eyes widen even behind the mask. He splutters for a moment, and then seems to find his footing, already ready with a snarky remark.

“Yeah, well— your accent is fake.”

Shit. He’d forgotten. At the only time so far that having it would have been useful too. Still, he pushes it out of his mind; the Mongoose hadn’t denied it. And, well, he’s already solidly derailed this fight, so he might as well get some real confirmation out of it.

“...Taako? It is you, isn’t it?”

“Just who the fuck are y—” The Mongoose— Taako— levels the Umbrastaff at him, and then stops again. “...Kravitz?”

Well. Shit. Again. Kravitz doesn’t bother to affirm that; his silence is more than enough confirmation. One of them has to say or do something, but the seconds stretch on.

“You’re telling me I said all that shit to your face this morning?” says Taako.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“Uh, yeah—” Taako is backing up now, and they’ve fought enough times that Kravitz knows when the Mongoose is looking for an escape route; Kravitz’s feet still feel glued to the floor, even when Taako reaches the window, fingers already turning to talons around the Umbrastaff. Taako breaks the glass (because of course he does, even though the windows aren’t even fucking locked), breaking eye contact with Kravitz in order to swing his legs through the window before his form changes too much. “Look, this is like, a lot right now, and I— I’m getting the fuck out of here,” he says, and then drops. Whatever had been keeping Kravitz in place, slack jawed, ends as soon as Taako leaves his sight, and he’s moving before he has time to think about it.

“Wait—!” Kravitz runs for the window, but by the time he gets there, the bird clutching the Umbrastaff is nearly out of sight.

Well. That could have gone better.

***

Kravitz doesn’t go for his coffee the next day. Or the next day, either, although the day after that he’s sick of making his own coffee. And frankly, he misses chatting with Taako. Even if the guy was trying to kill him like once a week. He couldn’t just avoid this forever.

Still, the fact that Taako is working cash when he comes in makes him want to turn tail and run back home. He conjures up the memory of yesterday’s shitty coffee and pushes onward. The shop is mostly empty still, so there’s no line.

“The usual?” says Taako, like nothing abnormal has happened.

“Please,” says Kravitz, and then, before he can chicken out entirely, adds, “Uhm, do you have a few minutes?”

“My shift isn’t over until—”

“I’ll cover you,” comes Lup’s voice from the back room; she pokes her head out and gives Taako a look that is clearly significant, but that Kravitz can’t quite puzzle out. “Take five minutes after you’re done making his coffee.”

Taako scowls at her, and she smiles brightly before heading to the back again.

“Okay. I guess I have five minutes. Talk to you after I make your coffee.”

Kravitz nods, and goes to hover around the pickup counter, pretending to be interested in things on his phone. Taako makes his coffee in a ceramic mug, which at least means he doesn’t want Kravitz to get the fuck out as soon as possible, so that’s... something.

Taako slides the finished coffee across the counter, circling around to join Kravitz on the customer side as Kravitz grabs the mug.

“Lup!” he hollers, and then starts walking towards one of the corner booths without checking to see if his sister is headed to cash or if Kravitz is following. Kravitz does, though, sliding himself into the seat opposite Taako, hands wrapped tightly around the mug.

Taako speaks first. “To be honest, I kinda thought you would rat me out.”

“That would be shitty of me, to just sic authorities on your place of work without so much as a warning.”

“So is this the warning?”

“No,” says Kravitz, taking a sip of his coffee, “I... can’t really make coffee without burning it. And this is the only place for miles with tolerable muffins.”

Taako cracks a grin, like Kravitz knew he would. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” His smile falls, and he crosses his arms and leans back. “So. Reaper. Why didn’t you rat me out?”

Why indeed. Kravitz takes another sip of his coffee and thinks for a second, not even sure himself what his explanation will be once he starts talking.

“It didn’t seem... fair. You’re less of a villain and more of a pain in my ass—” Kravitz ignores Taako’s indignant noise and keeps talking, “—and while we always have cause to fight when on the clock, you’re not doing anything that I feel needs to leave the bounds of those... work hours, I guess.”

Taako is trying to pick him apart with his gaze; it’s something he’s been subjected to several times, although normally in costume, and in retrospect it’s difficult to imagine how he spent so long not noticing the Mongoose in Taako.

Whatever Taako is looking for, he must find it, because he relaxes a bit, and shoots him a lazy grin. “Plus, Mongoose related insurance just got rolling and it would be fuckin’ rude to take me out of commission before anyone got to use theirs.”

Kravitz laughs. “Sure.” He’s silent for a second, before adding, “You aren’t planning on revealing my secret identity, are you? Awfully rude of you to double cross me like that.”

“Wha— You didn’t even give me a chance to respond! Maybe I wasn’t!”

“Were you?”

“I was,” admits Taako, not even pretending to look sheepish. Kravitz raises his eyebrows, and Taako shrugs. “Oh, like you didn’t think about revealing my secret identity? And could you imagine the hype if I unmasked the Reaper? I was tempted.” He sighs. “But I figured then you’d have no reason to keep my identity a secret. No way am I risking a backfire like that.”

It sounds callous, but Kravitz has been talking to Taako almost daily for months; at this point, he can pretty reliably pick up on when Taako isn’t being entirely truthful about something.

“Hmm. Then I suppose it’d be in my best interest not to tell you that I wouldn’t reveal your identity even if you revealed mine?”

Taako narrows his eyes. “Why not?”

Kravitz makes a face. “It’s just in poor taste. I just think we all go through all the trouble to hide who we are and use these powers for good— or whatever it is you do— that it’s always going to be such a low blow to reveal who we are. There might be times where it’s necessary, but petty revenge is not one of them.”

Taako’s expression hasn’t changed; if anything, he’s narrowed his eyes more. “God, you are like— fuckin’ irritatingly nice. Fine. I wasn’t going to reveal your identity. That would be fuckin’ annoying to deal with. Plus I’m having fun.”

“Fun?”

“Oh don’t— don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’re having fun out there too. With your stupid accent and one liners and shit.”

“Alright, alright,” says Kravitz, rolling his eyes. “But I’m not supposed to be having fun, so keep it quiet.”

“See, that’s why I market myself as a villain. No dumb rules.” He puts an elbow on the table and leans on his hand. “Why do you have a fake accent anyway?”

Heat rises to Kravitz’s face, and he’s hoping he looks less embarrassed than he feels. “It’s my— I do it so people don’t recognize my voice.”

Taako laughs. “Well, it doesn’t really do that if you immediately stop using it when you realize you might know someone.”

“I was caught off guard!” defends Kravitz. “It’s not every day you find out your nemesis is your barista.”

“Nemesis, huh?” Taako grins. “Didn’t realize it was that serious to you. You know I have other heroes to fight.”

Kravitz rolls his eyes again. “I don’t see how you have the time, considering how often you’re causing trouble for me.”

Taako laughs, and it’s so contagious and the whole conversation is so surreal Kravitz can’t help but laugh too, before they both lapse into a comfortable, if drawn out, silence.

“So, uh,” says Taako eventually, “what now?”

“Well,” says Kravitz, “I want to keep coming in for coffee in the mornings. And I assume the Mongoose will continue with... whatever chaos it is you currently have planned.”

“It’s not chaos,” insists Taako, “I have plans. But yeah. And I assume the Reaper is gonna show up and throw a wrench in those plans?”

“Yes, probably. So we’ll just be enemies by night...” Kravitz trails off, not entirely sure how to refer to their by day relationship. Friends? Potential love interests? Acquaintances? There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before Kravitz gives up entirely.

Taako pulls and pen and a napkin out of his pocket, jotting something down and pushing it towards Kravitz.

“Here’s, uh, here’s my number. If you give me a heads up five minutes before you get here, we can have your coffee ready by the time you walk in. If you’re nice to me out there.”

“I don’t take bribes,” says Kravitz, grabbing the napkin and pulling out his phone to type in the number.

“That wasn’t a bribe, it was a threat. You don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to your coffee if you fuck me up.”

Kravitz doesn’t bother to point out that neither of them have ever caused any extreme bodily harm to one another and instead says, “So you’re asking me to go easy on you? I thought you were having fun.” He sends Taako a ‘hey it’s kravitz’ text before he has time to second guess himself.

“Could you stop poking holes in my threats? You’re harshing my fuckin’ vibe, Krav.” He sounds irritated, but Kravitz can see the smile tugging at his lips as he texts Kravitz a couple of skull emojis. “I should get back to work before my sister kicks my ass,” he says, standing back up. “I’ll see you tonight, nemesis.” Then he turns on his heels and heads back to the counter, saying something to Lup as he walks by. Kravitz watches him disappear into the back room.

Tonight.

Kravitz had better make sure he had hung his cloak up to dry.

#this is like. 2k words of unpolished nonsense that desperately needs an edit BUT i had a lot of fun with it #i dont know how the powers work or where they are or why they're fighting or who theyre affiliated with ok just roll w/#*roll w/me on this one. just go with it #taako's name was selected by virtue of being the only thing on his wiki page that sounded even remotely like a good supervillain name #taakitz #taz balance #mine

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