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call-me-strega · 1 year ago

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How to Become a Step-Dad: Lore

Edited: 10/16/2023

While I am currently in between writing chapters I thought I’d release a little bit of the lore that will be incorporated in the story or that I think is canon but might not get mentioned since the story is mostly Jason’s perspective.

What’s up with Jason?

So in this au Jason went through basically all his canon backstory and stuff already so that’s established and done with. Some smaller points that may or may not come up are things like his possession of the all-blades, his time on Nanda Parbat, Talia essentially adopting him, or his experience being Catatonic. Speaking of which, I have decided his resurrection came from his righteous anger combining with the ectoplasm in Gotham’s atmosphere, and he is essentially a revenant for the purposes of this story (he’s about a fourth ghost? Or maybe 3/4ths? 3/5ths? Idk yet).

He does already have a reputation in the Infinite Realms as “The Avenger” and “Son/Knight of Gotham” due both to the existence of city spirit Lady Gotham and the ghosts of people who’ve died in Gotham. He actually has a rabid fan club who want him to kill the Joker( if he became a ghost he’d be tried and banished to the nightmare realm).

I am also going to use “the pits are corrupted ectoplasm” trope in the story. However, they’re gonna be corrupted less in the sense of being straight-up poison and more in the sense of eating a weird mushroom with weird side effects (rage, slightly sentient/vocal core, white trauma streak)

As for his relationship with the Bat Family, we’ve moved to a point where everyone’s more or less made up. For Jason and Bruce specifically, they are now more civil. Their relationship is less “ What you’re doing is wrong and you have to stop.” vs “ I’m just doing what you won’t” and now it’s more “ I don’t fully approve of your decisions, but as long as you’re not killing people and coming home for dinner, I don’t care enough to nag you about it” vs “ You’re my dad and I love you. Plus actively killing people is no longer super necessary so I will give in but I still enjoy pissing you off”.

In terms of sibling relationships, Jason has like the cool older brother vibe but he’s actually the semi-responsible one that feeds you when you come over and makes you do homework and sleep properly. He’s still down for shenanigans but is low-key a mom friend. (Dick is not the “responsible one” he is a certified chaos gremlin. Not to say he can’t be responsible, he’s just not the one enforcing these things. He cares more about your social, emotional, and/or, mental state and would help you skip school to steal a penguin or go to ComiCon or smth if you said it was a “mental health day”). I think he has semi-regular hangouts with his siblings on a weekly basis.

I like to think that he and Damien did have a bit of interaction when they were both with the League so they do have a close bond there. He’s definitely apologized to Tim a bunch of times and they’re pretty close now they like scheming together, especially on how to annoy Bruce. Overall he’s largely made up and re-integrated with the family. It’s going to be mentioned later in the story that they resurrected his civilian identity as Jason Todd, so he can publicly be seen with his family and also to do work with the family.

This brings me to my next point of lore: that as Jason gains more control of Crime Alley, he focuses his efforts more into charity work. He’s helping the people get their education, get better access to healthcare, get better job opportunities, running soup kitchens, etc., and doing more humanitarian-focused work. He has got a pretty firm grip on crime and drugs so he’s shifting his focus more towards helping the people now. Even just being part of his gang can be helpful because he works with the Goonion (Goon Union) and offers good insurance plans and stuff. That’s part of the reason they resurrect his civilian identity is so that he can start working with/taking over the Wayne foundation.

What’s up with Danny and Ellie?

Okay so first things first in the story Danny is going to be the ghost prince (not king yet for a long while) and he acts as a junior member on the Council of Ancients who rule with Clockwork acting as his main regent. Meaning that Council + Danny make decisions and Clockwork is Danny’s ghost dad and is formal regent but mostly just handles things with help from the council. Essentially, after at least a couple thousand years Danny will be considered “of age” or eligible and take over the Infinite Realms; and after several billion he’ll become the ancient of space/reality and essentially become a god or primordial being of sorts. Also being of age is different than being an adult ghost. To be an adult ghost you need to have been a ghost for at least 20 years after your lifetime, unless you’re an eternal kid ghost like Youngblood or BoxLunch. So ghosts like Technus, the Box Ghost, and Lunch Lady are all adult ghosts. Whereas ghosts like Johnny 13, Kitty and maybe Ember either aren’t yet adult ghosts or became adult ghosts recently. Ellie ranks as princess and second-in-line, she’ll go through a similar process and eventually join the Council, become a diplomat, and/or rule as regent if/when Danny leaves the Ghost Zone. I’m gonna say all other afterlife’s and stuff are connected to the Zone and their respective leaders make up Phantom’s Court. (So basically he’s king and they are like the nobles). They all govern their own territories and Phantom handles any rouges or conflicts. When Ellie gets older she’ll move between realms on diplomatic missions to lighten some of Danny’s work. I haven’t decided what this means for anyone who is currently mortal and/or liminal. I might just have them live, fulfilling lives and pass away and move on to different afterlives. Or I might have them take places within the Phantom’s court or as advisors. And on the topic: Jazz, the Fenton parents, Sam, and Tucker are all fairly liminal, Jazz and the Dr.s Fenton a bit more than the other two. Everyone in Amity has a little bit of liminality, but not enough to affect their life spans or anything. Also, Vlad is still currently his usual, creepy, Frootloopy-self. But after screwing him over in this fic eventually, I want to have him arrested by the ghost police and spend several thousand years in ghost prison before he gets let out. Then he works on improving his relationships and post-redemption he’s going to be like that annoying, overbearing Uncle who tries to be cool and annoys you but ya don’t hate him. Another thing I wanted to go over is their obsessions. I wanna say the halfas all have dual obsessions bc it fits nicely with the half-and-half concept. Danny is protection and space. Ellie is freedom and family. Vlad is power and love. If I include Dark Danny he’ll be power and destruction and a reformed version would have control and safety.

As for his rouge gallery? Danny is able to help them find healthier outlets for their obsessions so they've become less of an issue. Now they kind of just act like Danny's annoying friends and/or extended family. The ones who were straight-up evil though are on indefinite time out in ghost prison though (e.g. Spectra and Freakshow). The gang still comes to visit him and Ellie from time to time though and he regularly sees them when he goes back to the realms for prince duties and stuff.

What’s up with Amity?

So after he turns 18, Danny decides to tell his parents about being Phantom. He’s legally an adult now and has been working toward getting emancipated anyways so he might as well. They took it like how I imagine slightly homophobic parents would react to learning their child was lgbt (side note: the Fentons are pro-lgbt. When Danny told them he was bi Jack said “Me too son!”, happy to have something to bond over). He tells them about the portal and becoming Phantom. They believe him and they are devastated and guilty.

In the next few weeks, they get into a couple arguments over them wanting to “fix” his ghost half. He blows up and tells them that by doing that they’d end up killing him and that Phantom is a part of who he is and they’ll just have to accept that. That night Danny leaves and with help from Sam stays in an apartment with Jazz near her college. He takes a two-year gap to get a handle of Infinite Realms and GIW stuff, plus doing a few small jobs to save up some money. Within that time the GIW gets taken down and the Fentons reach out bc their love for their children is stronger than their dislike of ghosts. Their relationship is still strained but getting better.

Dani also gets de-aged during that time and Danny decides to take care of her (partly for healing purposes and partly cause he wants to). His friends help forge documentation for her and he fights with Vlad over custody but ultimately wins and makes him pay child support. He’s saved up enough money and with a little help from Sam and Vlad gets an apartment in Gotham. He got a scholarship and is doing mostly online classes at Gotham University. He’s currently working part-time (I have not decided as what but I’m leaning toward mechanic). Vlad paid to have him enroll Ellie in Gotham Academy so she wouldn’t have to go to public school and Danny allowed it since it’d get her a better education. Ellie is going to start first grade in about 3 months since they moved to Gotham in June. (Just for reference, Damian is currently 12 and in seventh grade since I've decided not to move him up.)

Everyone in Amity knows about the discord between the Fenton's before Danny leaves. They don't necessarily know about Phantom though. Everyone kind of assumes Danny came out, fought with his parents then left. When some of them find out about Ellie another rumor circulates she was the topic of the fight. Regardless, the Fenton drama is kinda an open secret and most people sympathize with Danny. Whenever he comes back to town to visit a lot of people are really nice to him and Ellie, which he thought was weird until he learned what people thought was going on. Now he just takes advantage of their misunderstandings.

What's up with the GIW?

The GIW manages to get a hold of Ellie after Danny leaves Amity. When Vlad and Danny +Team Phantom find out they team up to rescue her. Danny also recruits people that he's met during his time away. For this mission, he recruits Constantine and Captain Marvel/Shazam. When the Fentons find out they want in too, almost as an apology gesture. They no longer want to try and "fix" Danny and are okay with Ellie's existence. They view her like family and want to help out. A lot of their views are still prejudiced but they're getting better, however, that's not the only thing straining their relationship. This is a step in the right direction though.

So they go in and infiltrate first in order to get Ellie out. Then they destroy the facilities behind them as they leave. Constantine and Captain Marvel then go back to the JL to work on getting to Anti-Ecto Acts repealed, something that is still in progress during the beginning of this fic. That's why they are gonna lay low while they’re in Gotham. The GIW attempted to experiment on Ellie while they had her but the containment unit they used destabilized her ectoplasm. She retains all her memory but is mentally and physically de-aged. Frostbite assesses her and says she needs to get extra ecto and to be near another halfa aura to help develop and stabilize her own systems. That leads to Vlad and Danny fighting over custody before Danny inevitably beats Vlad into the ground and walks away with custody and child support.

I think a full reveal about identities will happen after Danny gets confirmation that his existence is no longer illegal. It'll probably be after Jason asks him out but before he accepts because he wants Jason to know what he's getting into. Jason will probably be shocked but accept it relatively quickly. I haven't decided yet if I want him to live a mortal life with them and then die (either to move on or become a full ghost) or if I want him to be basically immortal like them and give him a position in the court.

~~~~ Find chapter one here

Chapter 2 now here

#long post #dc x dp #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton #danny fenton #danielle fenton #jason todd #info dump #lore dump #How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps #HBSD #How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps lore #HBSD lore

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ecoamerica · 23 days ago

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octuscle · 2 years ago

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Hi, so I was setting up chronivac when the app asked about my interests to get my personality. I wrote about how I like comicons and marvel superheros and their costumes and then forgot about it, at least until something strange started to happen. Now it's been all day that my clothes feel tighter and tighter and I know this seems weird, but they are becoming spandex? I just wanted to get more fit and confident and I'm really not sure what's happening!

Alright, dude, listen up: looks like there's a bit of a mix-up. You forgot to fill in your interests, so instead, your wishes got all jumbled up and set off some wild changes when you hit 'Save'. But hey, no sweat, we'll sort it out.

So, yeah, your clothes are getting tighter, which was part of the plan, right? Almost everything's spandex now, and your closet's packed with sports gear and superhero costumes. And the other reason for the tightness? Your muscles are blowing up, man.

But here's the kicker: maybe you didn't think this through entirely. I mean, you can't exactly roll into work wearing a Spiderman suit, can you? Though I gotta say, you look smokin' hot in it! Ever thought about a gig as a bike messenger? Keeps you in shape, and nobody bats an eye at skin-tight gear when you're on a bike. I've even got one waiting for you in the hallway.

Now, about those superhero costumes... with your new bod, they don't really match your vibe anymore. But how about a new hustle? Try being a living statue in the pedestrian zone. It fits the look, and trust me, I'd toss some cash your way. Oh, and to sweeten the deal, I'm adding a few inches to your package. Nothing like a big bulge in spandex, right?

Now, I hope you get that this is above and beyond normal support, but hey, I kinda dig you, so I'm going the extra mile. Spandex-only isn't cool, but skin-tight is the move. I'm tossing in some motorcycle suits and even parked a Ducati outside for you. Have a blast and stay sleek, bro!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac

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girlboypersonthingy · 9 months ago

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Can I request Matt with a cosplayer s/o? I can totally see them doing cosplay couples such as Link and Zelda, David and Lucy, Zhongli and Tartaglia, Jean and Lisa... And please could It be fluff (and maybe something spicy If you want)? Thank you!! 🩷

PLZ IM SO WEAK FOR THIS REQUEST OML !!! Thank you for this 🙏🏻 also sorrrryyyyy this took me literally forever to get to. ENJOY~

Note: FUCK IT!!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY IDCCCC

Cosplay Couple 🧡

This dweeb would for sure be the one to bring all the ideas to you. I could see him running up to you, practically shaking from excitement as he takes a deep breath then tells you his thoughts.

“Link and Zelda, hm? That sounds fun but Link is canonically shorter than Zelda sooo…”

If you’re shorter than him, he’s immediately like “HELL YEAH!!! ILL BE THE PRINCESS. IM GONNA WEAR A DRESS!”

If you’re taller than him, he immediately gets flirty. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to see you dressed up like a princess. You’re gonna be so freaking adorbs.”

Honestly he gives zero fucks about gender roles and stuff like that. If he wants to dress as a female character, he will. And he won’t do some gender bent version of it, he’s going full out girly girl.

But he likes dressing as male and other gendered characters too. He just likes to cosplay his fav characters and sometimes his favs are girls. 🤷🏻 whatevs

Will absolutely take you to comicon or any other fun convention. He’d be running around like a kid in a candy store with $100.

Might even get too excited. Like running into people, tripping and falling type excited. You may have to hold his hand or put him on one of those money backpack leash things for kids lmao

Will also beg you like a million times to take pics of him with any cosplayers that he thinks are really cool and well done.

Fucking cutie dork is like ✌🏻😃 in every pic

Also asks several different people at different times throughout the day to take pics of you two together and when he looks back at the photos, he smiles all big.

At some point, he’ll drag you off to a private corner or to a single stall bathroom or even back to the car to dishevel your costume a bit with gentle groping and touches as you guys sloppily make out.

Probably messes up your hair, wig, makeup. Maybe all three. You might have to tell him to chill out cuz he’ll totally try to take you back home for some quality time together right now.

If yall are more into the ‘cosplay for a video and post it online but don’t leave the house’ thing, he’s totally fine with that too.

He wouldn’t care if no one even saw your cosplays but each other bc either way, it’s a lot of fun and he loves the quality time spent with you.

Always asks you to help with the makeup part of any cosplay. I couldn’t see him being very good with makeup so he’s gonna rely on you.

Also he sucks bc you’ll take hours to get into your cosplay, trying to perfect your look and Matt will ruin it all with his big, grabby hands and his soft, slobbery lips within minutes.

But god forbid you wreck his cosplay from being all handsy and kissy, he’ll pout about it for the rest of the day.

“Aawwww, (Y/N)!!! No! Why?! I looked so goooddddd, ugh!”

Back to the ‘fuck gender roles’ thing…Matt would find you so fucking hot cute in any cosplay, regardless of your gender or the characters’ gender.

If you are a fem who wants to dress as a masc character, he’s like 😍🥵

If you are a masc who wants to dress as a fem character, he’s like 😳🥰

If you’re anything in between or non binary or whatever, he doesn’t care. He vibes with you soooo heavy so your looks or your sexuality or your gender identity don’t bother him. If anything, your unique sense of yourself makes him adore you even more.

ALSO ALSO same goes with height, weight, skin color. If you wanna cosplay a character that actually looks nothing like you, is way taller than you or way thinner than you, he’s there to help you get it as accurate as you can

Tells you at least 100 times that it’s just dress up and doesn’t have to be perfect

But also tells you you’re always perfect in the same breath

He’ll support you in any way no matter what.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #voltron x reader #voltron x you #matt vld x reader #matt holt x reader #matt vld #matt voltron #voltron matt #matt x reader #matthew holt #matt holt #vld matt

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aylacavebear · 15 days ago

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Halloween

Being a Touched wasn’t the bad part. It had its perks. However, it was your appearance that made life difficult. For the most part, you looked human. You just had cat ears, an elegant cat tail, and the canines. At least the fur on those matched your hair color. Most times, you had to hide those features from normal people. Occasionally, you could get away with not having to hide them, though. Like, if there was a comicon in town or if it was around Halloween. Sometimes, you would just tell people you liked to cosplay.

Word Count: 4438

Warnings: None that I can think of. Just something fun.

A/N: I had hoped to have this finished so I could publish it yesterday. But, here it is, finally finished.

----------------------------------------- It was a week before Halloween, and you were in a cozy little town, mostly investigating the random murders that had taken place. None of them seemed connected to each other. The motel you were staying at wasn’t the best, but you got the room half off since the guy behind the counter thought you were dressed up and really liked your ‘costume.’

Your tail flicked beside you as you sat at the little table, going over the details of the murders for the fourth time that day. Nothing was standing out to you. With a frustrated grumble, you pushed the laptop away from you, leaning back in your chair.

“God, I need a break,” you sighed, glancing toward your door. The diner in town was quaint, but the bar had a grill. You just weren’t sure if you wanted the attention that would come from being in a bar.

The purr of the engine jerked your head toward the window as your tail practically wagged with excitement. That car sounded beautiful, and you had to get a peek at it. So, cautiously, you went over to the window and looked out through the slit in the side. Your tail never stopped swaying happily as you took in the sleek black Impala that had pulled up in the parking lot. The rumble of the engine had you almost purring.

Damnit. I can’t purr, not around people.

Luckily, the two men driving couldn’t see or hear you. Although, your jaw nearly hit the floor when they stepped out. Both tall. Both hot as hell. Now, you were purring, completely unable to help it. With a sigh and a frown, you went back over and sat at the table, pouting. It wasn’t like you could let yourself get too close to anyone. It would pose more questions than you wanted to answer, than you could answer.

So, with the bar idea being out of the question now, you decided to opt for the diner, plus they had pie there. You just planned on avoiding the two men who owned that beautiful Impala and hoped that would keep any unnecessary attention away from you. Grabbing your flannel and pulling it on over your shirt, you headed out of your motel room, nearly bumping right into someone.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize before looking up at who it was as their scent hit you like a freight train. Damn, he smelled amazing. Leather, sandalwood, and a musk that was all his own.

Dean looked down at the woman in front of him, instantly taken aback by the cat ears that began twitching as a flush found your cheeks and a smirk found his lips. “No worries, Sweetheart.” his voice smooth, like a fine whiskey.

Typically, you had all the confidence in the world, but standing in front of a man who looked like one of those marbled statues of a god, you were at a loss for words. “You alright?” Sam asked, coming up behind Dean after getting a room for the two of them. However, he raised his eyebrows when he looked down and saw you. “Cute costume,” he told you with one of those sweet smiles men didn’t typically give you.

“Thanks,” you replied shyly before quickly making your exit through the parking lot.

Dean’s gaze followed you as you left, raising an eyebrow when he saw your tail swaying almost playfully behind you. “Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” he mused, intrigued by you, but mostly because he thought you were wearing a costume.

“You and your anime,” Sam chuckled, heading toward their room, which was right next to yours.

It took you the whole walk and nearly ten minutes after sitting down in the diner for your heart to finally stop pounding in your chest. Because you’d bumped into the one with those emerald green eyes, his scent was still around you, but at least it was slowly dissipating. You had ordered your favorite, a burger with extra bacon, some fries, a slice of apple pie, and a beer to wash it all down with.

The diner was quiet, with only a few other customers enjoying a meal. Most of them hadn’t even noticed you enter. The aroma of searing meat mixed with the sweet scent of a few different pies. Then there was the way the chatter of conversations blended together, but you tuned them out, not interested in any of it.

The burger helped take your mind off the two men, as did the french fries. The beer helped settle your nerves. You hummed when you started in on your slice of pie, finally relaxed again. People did stare, but they brushed it off, figuring you were just dressed up for Halloween. Your tail swayed on the bench seat, showing your mood, just like your ears. That was sometimes frustrating, as you could never hide what you were feeling.

Three bites into your pie, the bell above the door dinged, pulling your attention. The moment you saw the two of them, you froze completely, then slid further over in your seat, hoping neither of them saw you. It wasn’t that you were afraid of them. You just weren’t entirely sure how to interact with them.

As warmth spread through your body, you focused on your pie. Their scents drifted through the diner, mixing with the other scents in a unique way. God, get it together. They’re just guys. That was easier to think than finding your confidence. Yeah, they were just guys, but they were hot, and that was what kept getting to you.

Dean had seen you, so he chose a place to sit so that he could watch you while still pretending to listen to his brother talk about the case. Sam had his laptop open, reading off some of the information to his brother, typing from time to time for further details. However, when Dean didn’t answer his question, he finally looked up, following his brother’s gaze. “Are you seriously staring at the girl with the cat costume again?” Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Something…” Dean trailed off, then flipped his brother’s laptop around and started searing for what had been toying with his mind.

You finished your pie, paid your bill, and then quickly left. It was days like this you wondered why you chose to be a hunter. Even if this time of year made it easier to be around people, you still didn’t have the best people skills, and hot guys always got you flustered, far too quickly.

Dean glanced up, watching you go before returning to his search. When he found what he was looking for, he read everything he could. Sam just sat across from him, arms crossed, and attempted to be patient while his brother monopolized his laptop. The next thing Dean searched out proved to be a bit more of a task, having a hard time finding any reliable lore having to do with cat people. “Seriously, Dean. What has you acting so weird?” Sam asked, the longer Dean focused on his search.

A smile slowly formed on Dean’s face as he read over the page in front of him. He turned the laptop around, showing the page to Sam, smiling proudly. “Pretty sure I found our monster,” he beamed, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his coffee.

The sounds of the diner had faded away the longer Sam read over the page his brother had pulled up. “So, you think she’s our monster. She looked like a shy mouse,” Sam chuckled, still reading. You didn’t seem at all like some strong, sly monster that ate humans and drank their blood. “I really don’t think she’s our monster, Dean. It’s just a costume.�� Dean sighed. He had watched how your ears moved, which was far more animated than even the most expensive things he’d found online. Plus, they didn’t look like some prop or part of a costume. They looked real.

“I’m telling you, Sam, somethings up with her. That’s not a costume,” Dean insisted, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. He was dead serious, and Sam could tell, even if he didn’t believe him.

Sam went back to reading the article, then raised an eyebrow. “It says here that in ancient times, Touched of Bastet were treated as chosen ones. The people even worshipped them. Huh.” Dean rolled his eyes, not finding that amusing at all. “So, how do you want to do this then?” Sam sighed, looking over at his brother, knowing he wasn’t going to drop this.

“I say we go pay her a visit at her motel room. She’ll be alone, and we won’t have to deal with civilians,” Dean replied, smiling happily that he’d persuaded his brother.

With a sigh, Sam packed up his laptop. Dean smacked his hands on the table enthusiastically as he stood, then pulled several bills from his wallet to pay for their coffees. He practically had a skip to his step as the two went outside, feeling like they would have the case solved and the monster taken care of far faster than either of them had anticipated.

You sat in your motel room, pouting as you stared at your laptop. Damnit! There isn’t anything connecting them. The thought was utterly frustrating, and it wasn’t like you could just go talk to people who knew the victims, not without covering up your ears and tail. You’d done it before, but it was utterly uncomfortable.

Your tail flicked to the side of the chair, emulating your annoyance at the thought of having to hide your features. Glancing at your bag on the floor by your bed, you groaned but reluctantly got up, dragging your feet. After rummaging through your bag for a minute or so, you found your jeans that hid your tail the best and the shirt that went best with it. Then there was the beanie to hide your ears, even if it was uncomfortable.

As you were changing, everything done except the beanie, there was a knock on your door. You looked up, a little puzzled who’d be there, as you weren’t expecting anyone. You buttoned your jeans, slipped on the beanie, then went over and opened your door, tilting your head in utter confusion at seeing the two hot guys standing there.

“Uh… can I help you?” you asked, more confused than flustered at the moment.

Sam stifled laughter as Dean looked down at you and furrowed his brow, not seeing your ears. But Dean wasn’t easily convinced. “What happened to the uh, the ears?” Dean asked, his tone a little gruffer than he probably should have been.

A huff left your mouth as you crossed your arms, now more annoyed than confused. “It's a costume, genius. I took them off. Same with my tail,” you told him quite bluntly, even turning a little so he could see that your tail wasn’t there. The way he looked at you had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you definitely didn’t trust him.

That was when a smirk found his lips, and you really didn’t like the look of it. “Alright. I’ll drop it if I can see them, since they’re a costume.” Dean told you, his tone far calmer than you were comfortable with.

However, you weren’t about to get bullied by two hot jerks on some power trip. “I don’t have to show you anything. You’re not cops, and I haven’t done anything wrong. Now leave me alone and go bother someone else,” you told him bluntly, finding your confidence again, crossing your arms. God, the nerve of these two.

The smirk on Dean’s face didn’t falter, prepared for something like this. His eyes never left yours and Sam had a feeling Dean was going to push this. Even if he wanted to stop him, once Dean got set on something, he had to see it through. Dean reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a badge, his smirk turning into a pleased grin.

“FBI, Sweetheart. We’re investigating the murders in town. Now, about that costume of yours,” he drawled before sliding the badge back into his pocket.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again, trying to come up with something, anything at this point, as the anxiety coursed through you. You had one last option and prayed it would work. “Fine. I didn’t take off my costume. I just covered it up. I like wearing it, alright. I just don’t always like the attention,” you relented, slowly pulling off your beanie as your ears straightened up, and you shook your head a little.

Sam watched as your ears twitched, even drooped a little, but even to him, this close, didn’t look like some costume. “That’s a neat trick. Those must be high-end electronics,” he said, thinking back to what the article had said about Touched. You still didn’t act like a monster, but he was now very wary of you.

Dean was thankful that his brother was finally catching on. “Could you show me how those work? I mean, they look pretty real, fur and all,” he added but did notice how you almost got shy when the words left his lips.

Your ears drooped a bit more at his question. It wasn’t like you typically let anyone touch your ears. They were… sensitive, and sometimes, it made you purr if someone rubbed them in just the right spot. That would have just been embarrassing if it happened.

“I’d rather not,” you mumbled as your gaze fell toward the ground. “What does my costume have anything to do with the murders in this town?” you asked quietly, trying to get on a different topic.

The brothers shared a look when you looked down. Even if you didn’t seem like what had been described, they had to know for sure. So, they’d lie. “A couple of the witnesses said they saw someone leaving the scene with cat ears and a tail,” Sam explained, keeping a confident but apologetic tone.

That made you look up, puzzled as your ears twitched, standing straight again. That hadn’t been in any of the articles that you had read. Your lips parted, breathing more through your mouth to truly taste the air around you, hoping it might reveal something you hadn’t been able to smell before.

“But, I wasn’t even in town when the murders took place. I only got here yesterday,” you replied, being honest with them on that one. But deep down, you had a feeling that they’d find a way around that one, too.

Sam could tell you were being honest, at least with that. Dean wasn’t the trusting type, and there were far too many questions he had for you. His impatience was quickly growing with Sam’s line of questions. “Might as well just let us, Sweetheart, since it’s a costume,” Dean insisted, but his words held a tone you knew meant he wasn’t going to just walk away.

Your gaze fell to the ground again as your ears drooped, realizing the worst had finally happened. “You’re hunters, aren’t you?” you asked quietly.

The brothers exchanged a look, a silent conversation as you moved so the two could come in if they wanted to. At first, they hesitated, figuring it was some trap, but Sam had a feeling you weren’t the monster they were after. Sam stepped past his brother and into your motel room, taking in your bag on the foot of the bed, your laptop on the table, and the lack of anything that could peg you as the monster responsible.

Dean grumbled under his breath but followed his brother, reluctantly. The closing of the door pulled their attention to you. You didn’t lock it, more for their peace of mind. It wasn’t like you were going to hurt them, but they were hunters, and technically, you were a monster. With your eyes mostly downcast, you went over and sat on the edge of the bed as the two just watched you.

“So, what are you, exactly?” Sam asked, grabbing one of the kitchen chairs and sitting a few feet across from you, more curious than worried you were violent. Dean just rolled his eyes with exasperation as he grabbed the other chair.

For a moment, you fidgeted with the hem of your flannel. This was a day you knew would come eventually. It was just how it was for monsters, good or bad. Hunters always caught up to them, and they typically didn’t ask questions. “I’m a Touched,” you replied quietly before finally looking up at the two of them. “I’ve never hurt anyone.”

The brothers shared a look, a silent conversation, before they looked back at you. Sam was far more curious about you. He just wanted to know what it was like. Dean, on the other hand, was torn between being utterly attracted to you and wanting to put you down like any hunter should. He made several attempts to ask a question, even opened his mouth a few times, but just closed it and leaned back in his chair.

“If you’ve never hurt anyone, what are you doing here?” Sam asked; his tone was gentle, almost comforting.

“I was trying to figure out what killed those people,” you answered honestly, your ears slightly perking up with his gentle tone. Maybe they won’t hurt me.

Again, the two looked at each other, and again, Dean’s mouth opened and closed as he attempted to formulate a question. This time, you couldn’t help the quiet giggle that slipped out. He gave you an unimpressed look, almost deadpan. “What’s so funny?” Dean asked gruffly, not liking that you had giggled at him.

You quickly looked at the floor, “Sorry. You looked like a fish when you did that.”

Sam chuckled at that one, glancing at his brother and getting a mild glare in return. Sam just shrugged it off, though, returning his attention to you. “So, how come you were trying to find out what killed those people?” Again, his tone was gentle, soft.

Looking up at him, your ears twitching slightly in curiosity, you tilted your head a bit. “I’m a hunter. I use my abilities of what I am to help people,” you explained, trying to keep your tone plain and not get too excited. It wasn’t every day that you got to talk to other hunters. Okay, so they were the first hunters you ever got to talk to, and you were getting a little excited that they were asking you questions and being curious.

That made Dean sit up a little straighter. He looked around your room, but there was only the one duffle bag, which clearly only had clothes. “Uh, where are your weapons?” he asked, fairly confused how you could be a hunter with no weapons.

There was no hiding the smile that toyed with your lips. “I use my retractable claws,” you replied, then got worried they might get scared or defensive.

Dean did get a little cautious, but Sam was now utterly curious. “Can I see them?” he asked, a sparkle of curiosity in his eyes.

You smiled happily, and your ears perked up completely as the excitement and happiness overrode the worry you had before. “Yeah, but be careful because they’re really sharp,” you explained, scooting a little closer before flexing your hands in front of you.

They both jumped back as your claws extended. Dean went into instant hunter mode while Sam leaned forward to inspect your claws. “They remind me almost of Kitsune claws, but they’re a little different,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, as he carefully inspected your right hand.

All Dean could do was give him a “really” sort of look, not sure what had gotten into his brother and lack of being on guard around a monster. But, if he was being honest, you really were far cuter than the monsters they typically faced. Plus, you weren’t trying to kill them. Dean cleared his throat, “Why aren’t you, like, trying to kill us?”

You looked up at him and tilted your head as your ears twitched, “Why would I try to kill you? You aren’t monsters?” you asked, a little puzzled.

Again, Dean attempted to formulate another question, but no matter how many times he began, even opening his mouth, he closed it again. “But, you’re a monster, and we’re hunters,” he attempted to use some semblance of logic on this. He didn’t need the lines blurring. There weren’t nice monsters, right?

For a moment, you blinked at him blankly while Sam continued examining your claws. “Okay, but you aren’t trying to hurt me either,” you replied as if it was common sense. You almost felt bad for as confused as he looked. “I don’t hurt people. I try to save people, like you do.”

“But you’re a monster,” Dean insisted as if that was common sense. The idea of a nice monster was something he had never considered, but here you were, sitting only three feet from him. With your head still tilted a bit, a smile tugged at your lips. “And you’re a hunter, but here you are, not trying to hunt me,” you replied lightheartedly before looking back at Sam. “Can I retract them now?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Sam stuttered, having been completely engrossed in examining your claws. They fascinated him.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out, finding both of them somewhat adorable, in different ways. This wasn’t how you had pictured meeting hunters going, but were thankful for it. Dean still wasn’t sure if he should be looking at you through his hunter side or see beyond the fact that you were a supernatural creature. He couldn’t even call you a monster in his head, and that bothered him.

“So. You two are here about the murders too then,” you told them, as it was a statement more than a question, but your tone was lighthearted, almost childlike. Something you’d always held onto was your inner child, knowing just how hard life could turn someone, especially with the things you’d had throughout your life. “I can’t figure out what links them,” you added with a frown.

Sam chuckled a little, as it looked more like a pout than a frown, but Dean grumbled under his breath. Dean shifted in his seat, his internal battle raging at full force with that look on your face, the way your ears drooped, and the fact that this was not what he did with supernatural creatures: have a conversation with one. Cas, Cas was different, at least in his mind.

Another chuckle slipped out of Sam, seeing his brother struggle. “Would you like to work with us? The more eyes, the better,” he offered, and Dean looked at him in utter disbelief.

“Seriously?” Dean interjected before you could reply, a confused expression crossing your features. “She’s a mon— a Touched. We don’t— We’re hunters, Sam.” He really did try to come up with an argument, but everything he attempted to say just sounded… wrong. Although, all you could do was giggle again. “And stop doing that,” he added, giving you as stern a look as he could manage at the moment. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you had him quite distracted. “I can’t help it. You’re funny,” you giggled again before turning to Sam. “I’m Y/N, and yes, it would be awesome to get to work with both of you.”

Before Dean could open his mouth to protest, again, Sam spoke up. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam, that’s my brother Dean. We’re in the room next to yours, so it’ll be easy to work together. Plus, you don’t have to worry about hiding your features.” He was quite looking forward to working with you. Dean, however, wasn’t sure what side of the battle within him was going to win, and that was bothering him more than he would let on.

You were utterly excited, and there was no way of hiding it, your tail protesting that it was trapped in your jeans. With a frown and sigh, you got up, grabbing a pair of shorts you had modified. “I’ll be right back,” you told them, heading into the bathroom and closing the door.

After quickly changing, your tail now free, you rejoined them, plopping down on your bed and sitting cross-legged as your tail swayed happily beside you. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off its movements, reminding him of far too many animes that he had watched over the years. “That’s better. Now, I’m thinking that since it’s so close to Halloween, it’s a witch doing some spell,” you told them, as that had been your suspicion. You just couldn’t find anything.

Sam took a moment to think, leaning back in his chair, “Have you talked to the witnesses?” He then felt like a complete idiot as he watched your ears and tail flick. “Sorry. I didn’t think that through,” he chuckled sheepishly.

“I’m really good at research and taking down the monster. I just can’t exactly go question people looking like this. So, I typically hide my tail and my ears if I have to. I was about to do that when you two showed up at my door.” You explained, tilting your head slightly as you looked over at Dean, wondering what was going through his head. “You okay?”

Dean cleared his throat, about to respond when Sam had to pipe in, again. “He’s not used to working with supernatural creatures other than Cas. Plus, he loves anime.” That was when Dean shifted in his seat, praying you didn’t see the light blush at the warmth he felt in his cheeks.

He shot Sam a glare, hiding his emotions the best he could as he looked over at you. However, getting the images out of his mind was entirely impossible. “We’ll take care of questioning people,” he added, completely ignoring the anime comment. He had to. The last thing he needed was for his thoughts to get the better of him.

And that, that is how you not only met the Winchesters but ended up joining them. Not too long after that, you also got to meet Cas. That is a story for another time. I hope you enjoyed this little tale. Perhaps, there will be more.

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galactandro · 4 months ago

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marvel. is. CRAZY.

sorta spoilers up ahead about comicon soooo yeah

not only did deadpool and wolverine break guiness world records, it also made the MCU be the first movie franchise to surpass 30 BILLION DOLLARS IN THE BOX OFFICE. it has AWESOME ratings and i cannot wait to see yet (august 9th guys 😭)

THEN legit the day after WE GOT CRAZY ANNOUNCEMENTS AT COMICON

WITH AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY, AVENGERS: SECRET WARS, THUNDERBOLTS, AND FANTASTIC FOUR

dr doom is RDJ. I FREAKED. I AM ACTUALLY SO SURPRISED.

THE RUSSO BROTHER ARE BACK. THANK WHATEVER DIVINE INTERVENTION PEOPLE BELIEVE IN THESE DAYS.

brave new world coming out on valentine’s day.

fantastic four featuring PEDRO PASCAL AND JOSEPH QUINN (huge tlou and stranger things fan here)

THE FANTASTIC FOUR ARE GOING TO BE IN AVENGERS FIVE AND SIX.

THUNDERBOLTS IS GONNA INCLUDE JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES. HES BACK PEOPLE

AND WE GOT A HINT AT FUTURE X-MEN MOVIES. THIS IS ACTUALLY CRAZY. I LOVE MUTANTS AND I NEED MORE.

anyway comicon was really smth else this year 😭

i really hope that marvel won’t get my hopes up with these titles but ever since the reviews on deadpool and wolverine and we’re getting the russo brothers back and all of this, i think marvel may rise yet again.

also no one talk to me about deadpool and wolverine. i haven’t seen it and ive been doing everything in my power to avoid spoilers so pls 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 🙏🏻

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for enabling my lying coworker?

So this happened a few years ago at this point and I've since lost track of her, but. I had a coworker (mid-30s, F) who seemed really nice and grounded and practical until one day. She had come in on her day off really down for a reason she didn't want to go into, so the two of us who were on shift decided to treat her to dinner after we closed. During the meal, she took out her phone and said she was getting a facetime from "Ben."

Over the course of the call it became apparent that "Ben" was Benedict Cumberbatch (this was right at the height of the MCU's popularity). No sound was coming from the phone, and she didn't show us the screen, so she was absolutely faking it, really really badly. She explained that they'd met at Comicon and he was just so taken with her etc etc etc but it was totally platonic, she turned him down because she wasn't interested. But he'd introduced her to the rest of the MCU cast and now they were all buds. She offered to have one of them show up to my other coworker's son's birthday party later that month in his [insert fancy car brand here idk the breeds of cars]

We sort of...nodded and yes-anded her? We had no idea what else to do in this situation. She was already having a rough day and we didn't want to upset her, plus...what the fuck do you even say to that?

After that it was like a switch had flipped. She talked about her MCU buds at work, not constantly, but maybe once or twice a week. Everyone knew she was full of it but no one wanted to call her out, so we just kind of dealt with it. Was that an asshole thing of us to do?

Anyway then covid happened and the store shut down, and when it was time to reopen she ghosted the manager and never talked to any of us again (although we saw her in the mall occasionally nowhere near our store, nothing terrible happened to her, don't worry)

#aita #am i the asshole

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moetartart · 6 days ago

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So Comicon was so chaotic! 😂 I literally only managed to get Neil's autograph because the lines got all messed up due to organising issues. I was hoping to get Jens but the signal was terrible so my contactless didn't work and I had to book it to get cash so I missed my chance. Oh well, all the more reason to go to the next one! For Neil I was in line for a good few hours. Then they cut the line off and told everyone to leave! Some people had been waiting all day and had priority passes and were super upset. Apparently someone went to Neil directly and he offered to stay past closing to get to everyone which he 100% had no obligation to do. When I did get to see him I was so nervous I was shaking purely out of social anxiety and he took the time out of his day to reassure me and was extremely professional about everything. I gave him my fan art in an envelope and told him it's fine to open it in private as everything seemed really chaotic to me and I was one of the last people. He even gave me a hug which was super sweet. He took the time to individually speak to each person, shaking their hands and talking to them even though he was well past work time. I respect him even more as a professional than I did before.

And absolutely no hate to the con staff, they were just doing as management asked and it must have been a rotten job being the person who had to send people home after they waited for hours.

I think they just booked way to many guests with packed schedules so the sighning/photos/pannels are really short windows to try and fit people in. and only had pay on the day, so there was no cap on the amount of people queuing.

I did however make friends in line and we formed a coven so that was cool 😂😂 I was so exhausted I slept till past dinner today

And so, here is Shadowhearts awkward prom picture face. I was literally so nervous it was all I could do to look at the camera 😂

#bg3 #neil newbon #voice acting #comicon #Hes way taller than i thought he was #When im nervous i get a bit of a lazy eye #no i wont explain

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forest-falcon · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

The Polaroid 📸

"Is that what I think it is?"

Scott paced over to the wooden unit and scooped up a small polaroid camera.

"One of Gordon's finds - that kids sure loves his vintage gadgets. I like this one though; there's something special about a polaroid," Grandma gave a wistful smile.

"Bring back memories?"

"Oi, I'll have you know, they were old even when I was a girl!"

Scott gave a sheepish grin.

"Sorry."

Grandma batted the air in good humour.

"They're like vinyl records. They don't give you a perfect result, but there's some beauty in that."

Scott set the camera back down, then gathered up the tower of photos stacked next to it.

The first few featured the various sunrises Gordon must have snapped before his early morning swims; the dusky pinks and golds silhouetting slumbering palms.

Grandma was right. The pictures were beautiful.

Scott smiled and continued to flick through the images; the golds and pinks suddenly interrupted with a burst of cerulean blue.

"There's one of me in here!" Scott presented Grandma with the photo. I didn't know he had taken this.

"Oh, now that I like!" Grandma smiled, wafting the photo as though it needed drying.

The image was of John and Scott surfing together. A rare occurrence to be sure, but such a treasured memory.

There were others just like it.

Alan stargazing - the cosmos filling the night with such an abundance of stars, the polaroid looked somewhat surreal.

There was another taken not too long ago of Virgil with a seedling. Scott had walked in to find the gentle giant conversing with the tiny plant.

"Why on earth are you talking to a plant?"

"Helps it grow."

"Plants don't have ears."

"No, but they're living beings. All it takes for a soul to grow is a little time and love."

Scott couldn't argue with that. And although he wasn't convinced by the concept enough to strike up a conversation with the nearest tree; he did love his brother that little bit more for the kindness he brought to the world.

Scott gently set the image down.

"You're right Grandma, this camera is special."

Gordon's photos had captured life on the island in such a wonderful, smell-the-roses way. It gave him pause for thought. Gordon was so like Virg in that manner; seeing the good in the world. The camera was his canvas.

Scott had planned to file some more reports, but the love emanating from the pictures ultimately won out, and Scott sank into the sofa next to his Grandma.

The reports could wait.

It was time to appreciate the little things.

The commander slouched to allow for his head to rest on her shoulder, and they flicked through the remaining pictures together.

The photo pile was deceptively large.

Scott was just about to save the rest for another day when one in particular caught his eye.

"Who's this?"

Scott held up the polaroid for closer inspection.

"Who? Her?"

"Yeah, the girl kissing Alan."

"Oh! That's Mandy, Alan's girlfriend."

"Alan has a girlfriend?"

Grandma took a sip of tea.

"Mmm, I've only met her the once, but she was just lovely."

Scott stared at the picture. The girl was pretty, in a girl-next-door-type way.

"How did they meet?"

"How does Alan meet anyone?"

"Rescue?"

"Gaming."

"Oh."

Grandma set her tea down.

"They've been chatting for years online, then met in person at that comicon the boys went to last year. I believe there's a pic in here somewhere..."

Scott surrendered the remaining stack of photos, but continued to inspect the stranger... Mandy...to try and get a read on her. It was only a headshot of them both, so not much to go on. She was wearing a simple bobble hat and thick woolen scarf. Her face was somewhat obscured by a mass of bouncy dark curls, but as far as he could tell, she was besotted - all smiles as she kissed Alan.

"Ah! Found it!" Grandma handed him a second photo. Four figures beamed back at the camera. Warrior Alan, Elven Lord Virgil, Kraken Gordon and a grey-bearded wizard.

Scott squinted at the photo.

"This is her?"

"The wizard, yes."

Sure enough, some bouncy brown curls could just be seen jutting out from behind the faux beard.

"Hasn't she the most wonderful cow eyes?"

"Cow eyes?"

"Y'know - big, brown, soulful eyes."

"Can't say that I noticed."

"You, Scott Tracy? Not notice a pretty face? Are you feeling alright?"

"Hard to see it behind the beard,” he deadpanned.

Grandma swatted his arm.

“Besides, she's too young, Grandma. And so is Alan." He returned both photos to her and lightly folded his arms.

"He should be focussing on his studies."

"Oh, like you did at his age?" Grandma arched a brow.

"Scott, honey, your brother isn't twelve anymore."

Scott gave a noncommittal grunt.

"And, as far as I can tell, his grades have been exemplary."

It was true, his grades were well-above average, but Alan was still the baby of the family, and Scott wasn't quite ready to view him as anything else.

"Still, he has enough going on, doesn't he? Between coursework, International Rescue, driving lessons..." he trailed off.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"He games." Scott offered.

Now it was Grandma's turn to fold her arms.

“Scott, he's twenty next month.”

“So?”

"So…you're telling me that you're happy to risk the life of your brother out on missions, but object to him being happy with someone he loves?"

"Loves? I thought it was just the odd date?"

"Like I said; they've been friends for years. But does it even matter? Date, hook-up, love.

I, for one, am just pleased to see your brothers are all happy with nice people."

"John isn't seeing anyone."

"Why? Did he break up with Ridley?"

"Captain O'Bannon is just a friend. They play handball together, that's all."

"Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?" Grandma chuckled and took another sip of tea.

"Grandma!"

Grandma was the epitome of coy as she gave an innocent shrug.

"You're reading too much into things. What Captain O'Bannon and John have...it's strictly professional! They're work colleagues, nothing more."

"Okay Scott."

"What?"

"I'm just wondering at what point you thought International Rescue had become a nunnery?"

Scott cleared his throat.

"I - don't…think that”

He idly picked at a stitch that had come loose on the sofa.

“What I meant was, surely if they were all in relationships, they'd just tell me?"

"What? So you could give them the same reaction you gave me just now?"

Scott stood, and slowly paced in a circle as he digested.

"Is that how they see me...a prude?"

"No, I wouldn't say that. They just don't feel the need to run every last relationship by their brother. You sure didn't with your dad or myself when you were younger. We'd still be here today if that were the case!" Grandma gave another wicked chuckle and Scott groaned into his hands.

"Newsflash, your dad and I weren't as blind to those late night study partners as you thought we were. That script is as old as time!"

Scott squirmed as he looked for a way to redirect the focus back from himself.

"I guess Allie's just remained around twelve years old in my head. I blinked and he grew up."

"That's parenthood for you, Scott."

Scott flinched.

"Look kiddo, nobody could replace your dad. You're simply not him. But what you've grown into... well, you've not just filled your father's shoes; you've sized up! Allie has had one hell of a guardian."

The sincerity of her tone brought a lump to Scott's throat. It was all he had ever hoped for. To do right by his family, his brothers…by little Allie.

"You had to grow up pretty fast and I used to worry about the toll that would take on you, but look how much you've grown - from a bereaved little boy to just the finest man! Not just the Commander of International Rescue, but a wonderful brother, guardian and grandson too."

"You're too kind, Grandma."

"I'm merely stating facts. You never stop worrying. Parents, guardians - it doesn't matter. But you can't let that worry clip their wings. It's time you opened your eyes to see how much your brother has grown too. He isn't twelve, Scott; but the wonderful young man he's grown into is a testament to how much love we, as a family - how much love you have poured his way."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #alan tracy #grandma tracy #thunderfluff #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy

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andyxd151 · 4 months ago

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Fun facts about my YV OC’s

Dante is the oldest (not confirming their ages though)

Marina’s nickname is Rina

Oliver can dislocate his rists at will and it freaks everyone out every single time he does that

Ryu has a sunflower tattoo on their back bc of their petname

Amari is ambidextrous

Kaliska’s name means ‘coyote chasing deer’

Cyrus actually hates meatloaf, but their aunt gave it to to them to have something to eat and they were to nice to say no, so that’s why it was just sitting there when Lucien came in

Amari’s dad and Rina’s and Oliver’s moms are siblings making these three cousins

The day she gave Charlie the mixtape, Amari was sent home early so she wouldn’t have to find out Charlie’s answer to the note he (never) got with the tape because she was almost certain that she’d be rejected

Ryu practiced the whole scene where they confessed to Finn with the tickets all night the night before in front of the mirror because she was sweating and shaking at the thought of it

Rina likes to crochet in her free time

Cyrus was a theatre kid in both middle school and high school

Kaliska has a pet hog nose snake named Pringle

Dante had a weird anime kid phase in the 5th grade, he cringes every time he remembers it

Dante actually met Ryu in college and even dated for a bit

The three cousins lived in their own apartment that the three of them rented thanks to the help of Amari’s connections during college

Oliver chose to move out straight after college in order to open up his small bakery

As soon as she moved out, Rina wanted to move back in saying she felt to lonely

Amari was the last one to leave the apartment

Amari is the oldest, Rina is the middle, and Oliver is the youngest but they were all born in the same year

Dante was born and raised in Japan by his mom and her family, he moved to the US for college

Amari and Ryu were fun buddies that also didn’t get along for a bit but now kinda get along and bond over the fact that they both like oblivious blondes with freckles

Amari has a pool in her backyard and Charlie has yet to look back there, she doesn’t mention it because they want to see how surprised and bewildered he’ll be when they get to tell him how it’s been there the whole time and the only reason he never know was because he never asked

Cyrus has a pet European rat named Remy (I snuck in my baby)

Marina has a succubus womb tattoo

Amari’s skateboard nickname for Charlie is “Ollie” like the backward Ollie

Oliver has a fear of the dark and even has a night light for the nights Al doesn’t sleep over

Cyrus hates being too hot or too cold but loves the heat from their living space heater

Ryu works as a tattoo artist in shop just down the street from Finn’s flower shop

Kaliska is the best at playing rock paper scissors

Rina sometimes needs to FORCE the food down Auron’s throat not because he doesn’t like the food, but because he claims to be to busy to eat, and by force I mean having this man in some sort of a head lock while trying to get the fork in his mouth, the whole experience is like trying to give your pet their pills

Dante HATES apricots he likes peaches and every other variation of peaches EXCEPT APRICOTS, he’s not allergic he just has a really weird hatred for specificity apricots

Before meeting Faust, Dante would go to Comicon and Anime Expo with Cyrus every year, now he goes with them both

Cyrus likes to watch the Hangover movies when they’re stressed

Before they met Finn, Ryu was actually kind of a grumpy person, but now they have their sunshine:)

Oliver was a tube baby and a C section baby, he sometimes questions if he’s even really human

Rina was allergic to cats when she was little

Cyrus is double jointed in their thumbs and can dislocate them at will, it weirds the hell out of Lucien every single time

Dante has a scar on his back from being whacked with a branch by another student from when he was a kid

Ryu actually loves animals

Cyrus can’t cook for shit but can make a MEAN cherry pie

Kaliska and Jack have matching bracelets

Finn always packs Ryu lunch

Same goes for Lucien and Cyrus

Kaliska is lactose intolerant but continues to eat anything and everything with dairy whenever she gets the chance

Dante is an Xbox guy

Cyrus likes to watch Lucien sleep in order to make themself sleepy

Ryu has a snaggle tooth

That’s all for now! I have more but I don’t want to put too much in one post :)

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice stuff #yuurivoice sillys #yuurivoice oc #FINALLY I CAN DO THIS

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she-karev · 2 months ago

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Happy Birthday (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Birthday Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 17

Summary: Amber is reluctant to celebrate her birthday when her friends throw her a surprise party.

Words: 1964

September 7th, 2020

“This was Thornin’s style. He was an important dwarf.” Amber reads to her niece, Luna Karev, inside the incubator where she is sleeping peacefully while her aunt reads her a copy of The Hobbit, “If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath without telling anyone there anything that was not known already. But he was rudely interrupted.”

“Good morning.” Andrew greets Amber and Luan with a smile inside his helmet.

“And so was I.” Amber closes her book and stands up from her chair to face her boyfriend, “Morning.”

“I woke up and you weren’t in bed, I was gonna make you a special breakfast for today before we leave.”

“Alex and Jo are at their lawyers working out the adoption legal stuff and I didn’t want Luna to wake up alone.” She looks down at Luna with a grin, “I thought Tolkien would better stimulate her than those baby books they keep here.”

“Why can I see you two already going to cosplay as Galadriel and Frodo?”

“You make that sound like a bad thing and it’s not the first time I successfully converted a non-geek. I got you to come with me to Emerald City Comicon for two years in a row.”

“Because I was afraid you would get kidnapped in a sea of nerds.” Andrew jokes before grinning down at Luna, “Don’t worry Luna if you want to want to go hiking or learn how to ride a motorcycle, I’m your guy.”

“You put my baby niece in a sidecar, and I’ll kill you before Alex and Jo do.” Ambre half threatens before she realizes what Andrew said, “Wait why were you gonna make me a special breakfast today? What’s the occasion?”

“Seriously?” Andrew asks dumbfounded causing Amber to shrug, “It’s September the 7th, your birthday.”

“Ya-da-da.” Amber stutters holding her finger up to silence her Italian lover, “No cursing in front of the baby especially if it’s the word that shall not be said again.”

“Okay I know…that word is taboo for you for personal reasons, but I just thought this year would be different.”

“Why would it be different?”

“Because your usual rebellious half birthday celebrations in March was stalled this year by a pandemic and me getting treatment.” Amber frowns at the reminder and looks down at Luna so she doesn’t get lost in her darkness, “I just thought with all that happened maybe we could make up for it by celebrating your actual birthday.”

“No thanks. I would prefer to wait it out until next March instead of having cake on a day I detest.” Amber grabs her book ready to walk out, “Babe I appreciate the effort but it’s wasted. It’s gonna take a lot more than a pandemic and my boyfriend leaving for me to consider September 7th a joyous occasion. Save that energy for March 9th and PS I like chocolate chip pancakes with lots of whipped cream on top sprinkled in chocolate.”

“That is a lot of chocolate.” Andrew points out playfully.

“It’s my half birthday I can indulge myself all I want, or you can.” Amber giggles lightly before walking with him to go to the residents lounge so she can get coffee. They open the door and Amber starts to regret it.

“SURPRISE!” Levi Schmitt, Casey Parker, Dahlia Qadri and Taryn Helm shout out loud in the room with Parker using a confetti cannon. Amber jumps at the bang before the multi color papers float down on her to her annoyance. She groans and brushes the confetti off her before walking inside with a frown towards the residents as well as Alex and Jo who are in the room looking uncomfortable as they know how much Amber hates her birthdays.

“Who blabbed?” Amber asks before turning to Andrew behind her who holds his hands up in defense.

“I swear I had no idea; my plan was a cheese omelet with bell peppers. This is not on me.”

“It was on me.” Amber sees Bailey step forward holding a cone shaped hat that says Happy Birthday, “I made it a point to celebrate residents’ birthdays as much as we can. I figured after the year we had some cake and singing might raise morale. By the time I took this initiative your date was next on the roster.”

“Lucky me.” Amber says sarcastically with a visible frown.

“You see I told you.” Alex says bluntly, “She hates it.”

Bailey glares at him, “She does not hate it.”

“I hate it.” Amber confirms bluntly as well causing Bailey to turn her glare at her, “If you really wanted me to be happy today you should have upped my vacation days that would be better than this crap fest.”

Qadri chuckles from the side, “Yeah we tried telling her you were one of those anti birthday people, but she says those don’t exist.”

“Well then I guess this is the one day she’s proven wrong.” Amber maliciously grins at Bailey.

“Shake that negative birthday energy She-Karev.” The chief tells her in an upbeat tone, “We have vanilla cake will that make you feel better?”

Amber rolls her eyes but sees the rectangle pink frosting cake with ‘Happy Birthday Amber!’ written across it.

“Wiping a birthday off the face of the earth should be an option.” Amber responds still bitter.

Bailey is offended and speaks with a frown as well, “Or you could just tolerate the fact that it’s a 24-hour period where the people who love you can treat you extra special.”

“And for the other 364 days they treat me like garbage?” Amber asks her boss who throws her hands up clearly agitated.

“Look child just eat the damn cake, wear the silly hat and enjoy your birthday, chief’s orders.” Bailey holds out the hat for Amber who looks at it for a silent moment.

“Nope.” Bailey is stumped and drops the hat on the floor. Amber turns to the crowd with a grin, “Thank you everyone but I will not be joining you. You guys can mingle and eat while I get coffee and go back to the NICU and continue to read The Hobbit to my beloved niece.”

“Let my daughter have a mind of her own please.” Alex begs his sister.

“We’ll see.” Amber turns to Andrew, “Save me some cake?”

“It is yours so yeah.”

“Thank you.” Amber walks out of the lounge leaving the others to celebrate her special day without her. Alex and Jo chuckled lightly before cutting the cake.

“You gotta give Amber this she has a unique reaction to her birthday.” Jo says with a smile.

“More like an ungrateful reaction to my attempts to bring joy to burnt out residents.” Bailey corrects with a frown, “Who doesn’t love their birthday? What possible reason could give that child an excuse to walk out on cake and love?”

Alex winces, “Blame me and the rest of our family on that reaction. Me and Aaron were asshole teens by the time Amber was born and our mom could occasionally remember her meds. Whenever her birthday came, we would either forget or I would remember and dump her at the nearest Chuck E Cheese so I could go trolling for chicks.”

“This explains so much.” Taryn states in realization as she eats cake.

“Yeah and it didn’t help that I left for med school not long after her tenth birthday.” Alex adds to his shame grabbing a big slice for himself that he instantly devours.

Jo squeezes Alex’s arm, “She more than gets you leaving to survive, she did it too. And besides birthdays are overrated and most of the time your expectations are high, and you get let down every time.”

Alex and Andrew look at Jo surprised that she’s also anti birthday like Amber. Out of the two of them Jo is the more upbeat and positive while Amber is more sulky and cynical. Jo sees the stares and explains.

“Foster parents never remembered my birthday and the gifts I got from charity were always addressed ‘to boy’ and ‘to girl’. It’s safe to say that I more than get Amber’s reluctance to celebrate what should have been a big day.”

“Yeah I get that.” Alex shares, “My parents forgot my birthday and it got to the point where I even forgot my own.”

Andrew looks sullen by these stories, “Wow if they ever want to hire people to make others feel bad you three could be rich.”

Jo chuckles lightly, “It would be great compensation for crappy upbringings.”

“Well now I feel bad.” Bailey sulks eating her cake, “I wish you would have tried harder to stop me before I spent money on this wasted party.”

The residents continue to eat their cake instead of arguing that they tried and were ignored. Andrew finishes his cake before deciding to resolve this issue in the privacy of his and Amber’s home so she can feel special on her big day for once.

That Night

Amber turns the key in the lock on the door outside the patio of her and Andrew’s recently bought house. After he came back from Italy a month ago they went forward in buying a new place together. Amber told him his apartment was too painful for her to live in because of all the bad memories of their relationship happening there. She proposed that they get a new place and he agreed and even suggested getting a house instead.

They were able to buy a 2-bedroom house with both of their savings and a backyard for their dog Jazz who was clearly not fit for an apartment. He is the first person to greet her with his three legs scratching the hardwood as he runs toward her panting. Amber quickly closes the door and gives him an affectionate scratch on the head before walking around the marked unpacked boxes around the house.

“Hey boy.” Amber walks toward the kitchen with Jazz following behind her, “Where’s your dad?”

“Stop where you are right now.” Amber freezes at the sound of Andrew’s voice and stays in place. He walks inside from the hallway carrying a plate with a chocolate cupcake topped with a lit candle providing light in the dim kitchen. He smiles at her, “Happy birthday bella.”

“No.” Amber whines causing Andrew to chuckle as he expected this reaction, “I told you no birthday, we agreed no birthday.”

“Actually, you told me no birthday and I don’t remember making a verbal agreement.” Andrew argues bringing the cupcake with the candle still lit closer to her, “I know you hate your birthday and you have about a million reasons to but I don’t. You may not be happy about the day you were born but I am.”

Amber’s sour attitude deflates at that sweet comment as he continues, “So I’m gonna give you a cake, a private room where we celebrate alone how you like it and your gonna blow out this candle and make a wish. Got it?”

Amber looks at the cupcake enticed by how good it looks wondering if it tastes the same, “…What kind of cake is it?”

“Your favorite, devil’s food, I wasn’t born yesterday come on.”

Amber shakes her head grinning at him before taking the plate from his hands, “Your lucky your cute.”

“I know.” Andrew says smugly, “Now make a wish.”

Amber closes her eyes and blows the candle out making a wish causing Andrew to clap before she takes the first bite and celebrates her birthday for the first time feeling like it’s not a day to dread instead a day to celebrate thanks to the man that she loves.

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greysanatomy #greysanatomyedit #greys anatomy imagine #greysedit #andrew deluca #andrew deluca imagine #andrewdelucaedit #andrew deluca x oc #amber karev #headcanon #mine #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #birthday

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rgbcn · 4 months ago

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What is ur biggest non-shamy headcanon which u wish was a fanfic??

Hey! Mmmm fanfic or not, I’m trying to think on what I would love to know or happened with the rest of the group… hard to answer as I don’t normally think about it too much, maybe some years ago my answer would have been different but well let me write what comes to my mind now:

- Penny and Amy shared lots of time of their pregnancies and/or baby times as they were pregnant in quite similar time. I like to think they talked a lot in ubbi dubbi and Sheldon got annoyed about that (I just explained part of a little comic I sketched years ago that Amy was pregnant and Penny just had her baby or was pregnant too I forgot what I drew). I want to revisit this comic one day and finally go for it. Not from the comic but of course Bernadette as the experienced mom gave them lots of good advice (and unsolicited advice too) but they were a good group of supporting moms in the end. Being myself a mom now I miss having some other people that could do this role around me, I feel so alone and I would like them to have this group support.

- But I’m not a “omg they should have 6837262 babies and be prefect parents” in fact I don’t like to read fanfics about parenting, perfect pregnancies or over the fluff sugar rainbow idea about having kids. Having kids is HARD, exhausting and reading fics that the only topic is about that for me is boring. I had this opinion even before being a Mom myself. In case of fanfictions I would prefer to read about idk, Leonard getting some scientist recognition, maybe he collaborated with Sheldon in any other experimentation or maybe it was something HE did and can be proud of, and rub it in front of his mom lol. And do you think Penny will got a good role that could alternate with her current job and eventually even maybe getting into doing classes for actors and actresses? Later being the teacher of Shamy’s daughter hehe. Or maybe she got a big role eventually!

- What about Raj? Maybe he finally gave up to being so stubborn and embrace his bisexuality and got a boyfriend? I’ve read several fanfics that embraced this idea, I liked it.

- Something I like to think is that they cosplay A LOT. Getting the girls into liking the idea of cosplaying and having fun with that. Even id it was just for halloween or because they agree to go to any comicon or for the older kids or because later the guys agreed to do something the girls want to do and it’s for balance. The only reason I like to think that is because I have a lot of drawings and drawings ideas about them cosplaying, like the super mario bros x tbbt drawing I did or other sketches I never posted here like them as Scooby doo mystery inc.

Idk what else to think about, probably more ideas will come later, I didn’t come up for any Howard or Bernie idea, drop other ideas if you want below.

I rambled a lot, but I should get going! Thanks for the ask!

#tbbt #fanart #rgbcn #bigbangtheory #thebigbangtheory #ask #ask rgbcn

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coramatus · 2 years ago

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Emmet loves NY comicon, it's the only time he gets to truly be himself. He enters all those 'best cosplay' contest. He miiiiight tape some string onto one of his Pokémon and pretend it was a puppet at one contest but he'll never admit it. He felt bad that he got to enjoy the day and they couldn't.

It’d be one of the few times he gets to pull out his Subway Boss coat and hat out of the closet and absolutely go ham. Everyone thinks he’s some guy that’s on point with his characterization. I can see him delighting in taking pictures with cosplayers of himself. He probably even asks a few Ingo cosplayers if he can hug them in their photo, which helps him feel a bit better about that.

Having his Pokémon join in would take a few acting lessons on their part. Galvantula having to move super stiffly like a robot. Haxorus having to act like a person in an oversized dinosaur suit. Eelektross has to play dead and pretend he’s a really convincing life-sized vinyl toy. Only Chandelure gets to be out, but has to stay invisible which she’s used to doing.

#bark bark bark #a unovan in new york city #subway boss emmet

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So either Page 6 got the info from someone from their side to spread the "they were in Portugal and there was something happening there" narrative, or Page 6 lied about having a source and they just saw DM's little story and ran with it.///

The same way they ran with a wedding happening that has now been turned into a "commitment ceremony" These ARE the same tactics. They are hoping that other magazines pick this up too. As long as they use "allegedly, rumored" as they have used previously,they can write up articles.

There are some people whose sole purpose here has been to drive a specific narrative and it's not for the fandom, but rather for the general public. If this storyline continues to snowball, who gets a positive narrative? THE ONLY RACIST IN THIS MESS.

Someone is also attending a comicon, and has a movie coming out🤔

I have to give it to them, the orchestrators of this PR machinery. Which I actually believe is a new team. They are really going all out. Associating Alba with Prince Harry and Meghan Markle may make people forget or not believe those racist stories of hers.

"She hangs out with Prince Harry and The Duchesses.."

Now, my hope, is the same sword they are trying to use might betray then. One, Harry and Meghan are constantly being hated on for everything and anything esp by the media. If Albas problematic past hits mainstream media, there is a possibility that pictures of Harry and Meghan NOT hanging out with said people will materialize. They are very protective of their reputation and security, that's for sure.

Time will tell.

Yeah, at this point, it's hard to tell whether they have an actual source (their team pushing the narrative) or they simply go with whatever they read online.

I think it could be very telling that Page 6 (or any other media outlet) never posted anything before people started talking and theorizing about it. The whole wedding debate had been going on for almost a day when Page 6 posted that article about the alleged wedding, filled with information we already knew. The same goes with this whole Harry and Meghan thing. It's not like they were the first to report it. Not to mention, these articles are filled with questionable information, like the unsure wedding place or if they met in a bar or in a restaurant.

It definitely seems like they are running with whatever they read online and trying to make something out of it. But maybe one of their teams is trying to run with these things or make them more believable, and they go to Page 6 to share more "info."

#majaloveschris #chris and alba relationship #chris and alba page 6 #chris and alba wedding #chris and alba & harry and meghan #cevans-love

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chosen-hero-inari · 28 days ago

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Magnetic

A/N- Breaking up the Whumptober posting because @yumizurueleonora were talking Power Rangers SPD, as we often do, and I got the idea for this.

I started working on it yesterday, you know a bit in the morning, a bit on the train ride to New York Comicon, and then at Comicon I ran into Dwayne Cameron, the actor who plays Dru (and more significantly to my childhood, Tyzonn in Operation Overdrive) and I had look this man in the eye like I wasn't writing gay fanfiction about a one-off character he played 20 years ago five hours earlier.

I took this as a sign maybe I should post this. So enjoy.

Sky is so bored.

Yes, he got thrown from the Megazord and would have been crushed by a giant robot if he hadn’t thrown up a shield that left him so drained he blacked out and had to be dug out from the rubble.

But honestly that doesn’t mean Cruger has to confiscate his Morpher and order him to relax.

First of all, Sky is perfectly capable of relaxing. Hitting his punching bag, training, and studying ARE relaxing.

Second, what if they need him?

But Cruger threatened him with paid leave if Sky didn’t take the week to “actually heal,” and he lives at the Academy, so he’s here in the infirmary with RIC staring at him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

At least it’s been a quiet week, and Cruger’s returning in the morning and Sky will be back on active duty.

Sky reaches for the next book on his pile, and a piece of paper falls into his lap. It takes him a second to make out the language.

Tangarian.

Angel, will you come meet by our favorite spot at 09:30?

Sky blinks and rereads the paper. There’s no way.

But who would prank him like this? Who would even know? Syd and Bridge had been at the Academy at the time but they hadn’t really talked, and Sky wasn’t sure they’d ever shared classes with him.

It's not like he has to stay in the infirmary, he’s been ordered to do no SPD work. Sky makes up his mind in seconds and runs to grab his clothes and head out.

Just after 9:30 Sky’s worried that he’s wrong, but then a familiar head of light brown hair pokes out of the bushes and his heart stops.

“Angel!” Dru says. “I was scared you wouldn’t come.”

“Dru,” Sky breathes before rushing forward to crush him in a hug. “What are you doing here, I thought you were…”

“Well I’m not,” Dru says, “it’s a long story.”

“This is real, isn’t it?” Sky asks. “I’m not dreaming?”

Dru kisses his palm. “Did that feel like a dream?”

Sky isn’t sure whether he wants to laugh or cry.

Dru chuckles. “Here I thought you’d be mad at me for keeping you waiting for so long.”

“How could I be mad at you?” Sky says, “I’m just happy you’re here.”

“Well that’s a shame, because I have a whole romantic ‘get Sky to forgive me’ brunch planned.”

“Oh,” Sky says. “Well I mean if you want.”

“Really? Not too busy?”

“For you? Never.”

Dru leads Sky to a shuttle, and in the back area there’s a picnic basket, candles, and the floor is littered with rose petals.

“If you’re up for making this a whole day thing,” Dru says, “there’s a special place I want to take you.”

Sky doesn't even have to think about it. This is Dru. His Dru. Back from the dead. Sky would follow him anywhere.

“Let’s go,” Sky says, holding up his wrist.

There’s a familiar clink from Dru’s coil against his, and for the first time in a long time something in Sky’s life feels right.

While Sky’s in the back of the shuttle settling in, Dru heads to the front console and sets the autopilot with the coordinates.

Viara-10 is supposed to have the most beautiful sunset, and it's the closest to a special magnetic storm on Tangar that’s supposed to appear if a marriage is auspicious.

That's where he’ll lay everything out for Sky, and they’ll be able to run away together.

They just have to get there first, which means–

On cue, a call comes on when they leave the airspace.

Jack appears on the monitor. “You don’t have authorization to leave Earth’s airspace, Agent Gren.”

Dru laughs. “Have you not already received reports of his death? I stole his credentials days ago. SPD really has gone downhill.”

It was a simple plan. Claim to be an SPD agent after a criminal, act injured, get into the Academy and shoot Cruger.

His timing had been a bit off since Cruger wasn’t there, but no one had suspected he wasn’t Agent Gren.

“Well what do you want me to call you?” Jack asks.

“I prefer my business associates refer to me as Giganis.”

“We’re not associates.”

“I was paid very well to handle Cruger, so yes you’re part of my business,” Dru says.

“I have authorization to shoot you down.”

“Oh sure, but you’ll lose a cadet in the process.”

Jack’s eyes widen. “You have Sky.”

Dru tilts his head. “I’m surprised you know a random cadet by name, but yes we’re taking a little trip, and I don’t want anyone interrupting us.”

“Let me see him.”

“No, sorry. Gotta go, bye Jack! It really was nice meeting you.”

Jack slams his fist on the monitor as soon as the signal cuts off. “Damn it!”

“Giganis,” Syd mutters, pulling up his file. “This guy’s wanted for… a lot of murders.”

“Video feed from the infirmary shows Sky receiving a letter and leaving just before Giganis shot the Commander,” Kat says.

“A threat, maybe?” Z says. “That’s how he lured Sky out?”

“Is Sky a weird choice?” Bridge asks.

“What’s weird about it, he knows we won’t destroy a ranger,” Jack says.

“But we wouldn’t destroy any cadet,” Bridge says. “Why not grab someone less able to fight back? How’d he find out Sky didn’t have his morpher on him? How'd he know Sky wouldn’t tell us anything?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Jack says. “I’m getting in a shuttle and following them.”

“I think you mean we?” Syd says. “We’re a team, we don’t let some ugly monster kidnap any of us.”

“Be careful, Rangers,” Kat says. “We don’t know what he’s doing to Sky, it might be a delicate situation.”

“We know, Kat,” Z says. “But we’re going to get our jerk back.”

Sky doesn’t know what he did to deserve the most perfect boyfriend in the universe.

Or.

“Is it ok if I still call you my boyfriend?” Sky asks.

Dru looks at him like he’s stupid. “I didn’t give you that coil because three years apart could come between us.”

Sky relaxes a bit and takes a drink of his mimosa. “Sorry I guess I was just– what have you been doing this whole time?”

Dru looks sheepish. “Well, I actually had amnesia, so I’ve been wandering around the galaxy taking… odd jobs.”

“Then how’d you end up back on Earth?”

“While I was out exploring, I kept having this nagging feeling, you know? That there was someone out there waiting for me. I saw… amazing things out there, Sky but it always felt a little… incomplete without you.”

“C’mon Dru, you’re going to make me blush.”

“Oh you should see what’s out there, beyond SPD. A whole galaxy!”

Dru’s eyes are glittering, and Sky’s heart skips a beat. Then Dru looks at him and grabs his hands.

“You should come with me!”

“Huh?”

“I was going to ask when we got to our destination but, Sky there’s no one I want at my side more than you!”

“Me?” Sky asks. “A-and come on I know you can leave SPD but I can’t.”

“Yes, you can!” Dru says. “You don’t owe them, or anyone, anything! I mean they didn't even make you red ranger even though you gave them everything!”

Sky steps back. “You know about that?”

“I saw a fight, and I could tell without even seeing his face that Red wasn’t you.”

“Disappointed?” Sky asks. “All that talk and–”

“Why would I be disappointed? Sky I don't care what color you wear, I just care about you.”

“Why?” Sky says, “I mean I’m… god I got told to take a break and I had nothing to do. Outside of SPD I don’t…”

“Why? Because, Angel, you’re the most beautiful, perfect, thing in the universe. I saw stars explode, different societies, wonders that would put what they’ve got on Earth to shame, and the thing I kept thinking was ‘I want Sky with me.’” Dru laughs. “I’m genuinely obsessed with you, I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Ha,” Sky says. “I’m a jerk, my friends–”

“Are they really your friends if they don’t see how amazing you are?” Dru asks, “or are they just people you’re forced to put up with.”

“If everyone forced to put up with me says the same thing–”

Dru pulls him close and kisses him. “Sky, Sky, Sky. Shut up. I can’t even put into words how I feel about you, it's like…” Dru’s eyes light up. “Like that ancient Earth song.”

Dru walks over to the panel and strings and piano fill the room.

“Dru, what is this?”

Dru smiles and starts singing. “You’d be so easy to love, so easy to idolize all others above”

“Dru–”

But before Sky can protest, Dru sweeps him into his arms and they start dancing.

“So sweet to waken with,” Dru sings, “so nice to sit down to eggs and bacon with.”

Sky wants to protest more, but Dru gives him a look that tells him to just enjoy it, and Sky finally cracks a smile and follows Dru’s lead.

“We’d be so grand at the game, so carefree together that it does seem a shame that you can’t see your future with me ‘cause you’d be oh so easy to–”

The moment is shattered as the shuttle shakes.

“Damn it,” Dru says. “Just HAD to ruin the moment.”

Sky races to the cockpit and checks the scanner.

“An unidentified ship is firing on us?”

“They’re probably trying to disable the engines,” Dru mutters. “I can–”

“Hey, piloting was the only thing I beat you at,” Sky says, taking the controls.

He dodges away from the blast and turns the ship sharply upward.

“You’re crazy,” Dru says with a smile. “We’re heading to that planet over there.”

Another shot barely misses them, and Sky spots the landing spot through a pair of moons.

“I don’t like that look,” Dru says.

“You love it,” Sky says.

At the last possible second, Sky twists the ship sideways through the asteroid, and whatever ship was firing on them pulls away.

Sky lands them on the planet, and once the gear is engaged, Dru opens the hatch.

“That was amazing,” Dru says. “Now let’s get out of here so I can reward you properly.”

Z manages to land their ship roughly, and Jack immediately jumps out to check the damage.

“Damn, who knew Giganis was a good pilot?” He says. It’s gonna take forever to repair the damage.

Bridge is pacing around the open part of the ship. “We’re on Viara-10, right?” he asks. “Syd didn’t your magazine mention this place?”

“Uh yeah,” Syd says, “it’s the top ten most romantic date spots in the galaxy but what–”

Before she can finish her sentence, Bridge is on his head and thinking. “And that asteroid trick, where did we see that before?”

Syd tilts her head. “Oh yeah I guess that was pretty similar to what Sky pulled back in our first year.”

“You think Sky was piloting?” Jack asks. “Why would he do that?”

“That was a partner sim,” Bridge says. “Who was the guy Sky was paired with?”

“God his boyfriend?” Syd says. “Shit I never saw him without Sky, what was his name? Dru…” Syd's eyes go wide.

“Harrington,” Bridge says.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize him!”

“He was always hanging around Sky and talking to no one else, I mean I didn’t recognize him either without Sky next to him.”

“It all makes sense though, of course that’s what makes Sky go running from the infirmary.”

“Hold up,” Z says, “wanna fill in the guys who weren’t at the Academy?”

Suddenly a sound like thunder goes off, and Syd starts running. “We have to hurry, we can explain later!”

“How much further, Dru?” Sky asks, keeping his eyes closed.

“Just a little more… and, now!”

Sky opens his eyes and gasps. They’re on a mesa overlooking cliffs covered in vibrant blue flowers, and the sky is a deep purple highlighted by yellow streaks of lightning.

“We made it just in time,” Dru says. “The magnetic storm, it’s important here and similar to something on Tangar. Here it's just romantic, but on Tangar, you’re supposed to consummate your relationship beneath it if you want something that’ll truly last forever.”

“Oh, is that why you’ve kept me waiting so long?” Sky asks. “I did think it was weird you didn’t rip my shirt off as soon as we got on the shuttle.”

Dru laughs. “Ha, I've been very patient, do I get a reward?”

“You have a lot to make up to me Dru,” Sky says, pulling him close. “I mean a year and a half thinking you were dead…”

“Oh, Angel, let me show you how sorry I am!” Dru puts his arms under Sky’s shirt, and Sky is so ready but–

“Sky!” He turns back and sees his friends running towards them, out of breath.

“Oh good,” Syd says. “They still have their clothes on.”

“Why wouldn’t they have their clothes on?” Z pants.

“Don’t you rangers have better things to do than interrupt your cadets’ dates?” Dru says

“Date? As if we’d believe that,” Jack scoffs.

Sky frowns. “Why not?”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“You’re the ones who spent the whole week saying I need to learn to relax and then I go on a date with my boyfriend and you just assume I was kidnapped?”

“Hold on!” Bridge says, “hold on guys this is all a big misunderstanding! See we didn’t know Sky knew Dru, or Agent Gren, or Giganis, and Sky didn’t know he’s an assassin who shot Cruger, and Dru didn’t know Sky was a ranger!”

“You’re a ranger?!” Dru gasps.

“You’re an assassin?” Sky asks. “And wait, wait was this whole thing, the brunch, the rose petals, the music, this was all just… a way to use me as a shield so SOD wouldn’t shoot you down?”

“No!” Dru says. “Angel, my plan was always to come see you again, I was going to tell you when the moment was better but, come on is SPD really the place for you? There’s a whole galaxy out there, we could be free! You’d love it, I know you would.”

“To be clear, if we didn’t show up and you’d asked Sky this post-coitus, would he be able to say no?” Syd asks.

“I could convince him if you would just leave us alone!”

“To be clear,” Bridge says, “you're under arrest for injuring an officer and your many, many, many other crimes.”

“Stella would you all just shut up!”

“Did you even have amnesia?” Sky asks. “Or did you just run off and let me think–”

“Sky, Angel, my stars and moon, I wasn’t lying when I said I was thinking about you, about running away together, about wanting to give you everything! I swear I just–”

“You’re just also a space mercenary?” Sky says. He takes a deep breath and pinches his nose. “Dru that’s…. you need help. You realize you're talking crazy, right? Let’s just… go back to Earth and we can–”

“You’re the one who needs help, Sky! SPD has done nothing but hold you back and bring you misery. But you won’t see it with these rangers getting involved every minute!”

Suddenly, Dru shifts into a monster form, and Sky stumbles back.

“Here,” Jack says, handing Sky his Morpher. “Cruger’s back, so you’re officially back on duty.”

Sky nods and swallows. He forces out the words “SPD! EMERGENCY!”

“Don’t make me do this, Dru,” Sky says.

“I’m really sorry to have to do this to you too, Sky,” Dru says. “But you’re clearly not going to realize anything while they’re around.”

“Speaking of us,” Bridge says, “you're under arrest for, what was it, murder counts across ten planets, attempted murder of an officer, identity theft, and getting someone to come with you under false pretenses is still kidnapping even if you didn’t hold him hostage!”

“Yeah, payback time for the cargo bay,” Jack says.

“You know,” Dru says, “Cruger was nothing personal, but I’m going to enjoy destroying you and then smashing Sky’s morpher into dust!”

After the fight, they put Dru in a card for transfer and Sky collapses onto the ground.

“Is there any chance,” he asks, “that this is a coma? That that robot actually knocked me out and now I’m hallucinating a near death experience where my boyfriend comes back from the dead but he’s evil?”

“I mean anything's possible,” Bridge says, “we could all be brains in jars imagining we’re talking to each other.”

“But in this case,” Syd says, “no, sorry your ex sucks.”

Sky fiddles with the coil on his wrist.

“Come on, Cruger and Kat are worried about you,” Z says.

“Yeah, whatever.” Sky says getting up. “At least I can get back to work. This will be my last day off in a while.”

“See, I don’t think this is the lesson you should take from this,” Jack says.

“Shut up. Where’s the ship? I need to sleep for a bit.”

#wordcount: 2500-3000 #power rangers spd #sky tate #dru harrington #jack landors #bridge carson #z delgado #syd drew #sky x dru #Idk if they have a ship name #I hope either the fic or my story brought you some joy

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