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I'd like to nominate this group of singing priests or The Gray Havens who do a lot of music inspired by Tolkien and C.S. Lewis
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, vatican city should be forced to participate in eurovision
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Could you do aftermath of quinn or luke getting their wisdom teeth out?
“how are you real?”
quinn hughes x reader
“y/n, are you sure you’re alright to take him home after getting his wisdom teeth out? i totally forgot i had plans when i scheduled his appointment.” ellen asks you over the phone. originally you were going to come over and help out at the house after his surgery, but ellen ended up needing you to take him home as well.
“of course elle! i don’t mind at all. what time is his surgery over?” you ask, grabbing your wallet and keys from your desk.
“his surgery is done in about half an hour. do you mind coming to the dentist office now?” “not at all, see you soon!” you say and hang up. you head to your car and begin driving to the place ellen told you to. when you walk inside you see ellen in the waiting area, and sit down next to her.
“oh y/n hi darling! perfect timing! thank you so much, i need to get going but they’ll come get you when quinn is done.” “alright!” you smile and wave her off as she leaves. about fifteen minutes later the nurse comes to get you, and you follow her into a small room towards the back. when you walk in you see quinn with his mouth wide open staring into space.
“quinn, hi baby!” you say, grabbing his attention. suddenly he gasps loudly, “how are you real?” he asks you, making both you and the nurse laugh. “what? what do you mean?” you ask, unaware of what he was trying to say.
“you’re so pretty, there’s no way you’re real!” he smiles at you, very much loopy from the drugs given to him. “aww quinny!” you blush, as you walk over to kiss the top of his head.“call me quinny again. i like when you call me that”
“oh you’re so loopy quinn” you laugh to yourself. suddenly quinn makes an angry expression instead of the happy one he had just a minute ago. “don’t call me that!” he yells. “shhh quinny shh you have to be quiet” you say, using a hand gesture to tell him to lower his voice.
“only cause you called me quinny” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest. as the nurse is finishing up paperwork you sit with quinn to keep him company. he then begins to start pushing the gauze out of his mouth with his tongue, which he was instructed not to do.
“babe you have to keep that in your mouth!” you say, rushing to help him put it back in his mouth despite how gross it is. “oh my god y/n! my tongue fell off! you took my tongue! i cant feel it!” he says as he starts patting his tongue with his index and middle finger.
“quinn you have your tongue i promise, now be quiet we have to listen to the nurse okay?”
“you’re trying to tell me to shut up!”
“this is gonna be a long day” you groan and rub your hands across your face. the nurse gives you instructions on how to take care of him for the next few days, and sends you both on your way.
getting quinn in the car was a hassle in itself, but driving home with him was worse. he’s sat in your passenger seat playing with all of the little buttons and knobs on the dash. he discovers the fan button and the air starts blowing on his face, making him very giggly. “what’s so funny?” you look at him as you pull up to a red light.
“the air is tickling me!” he laughs to himself still touching buttons. “why don’t you try and sleep for a bit. you need to rest when we get yo your house anyways” you suggest
“no!” he says, acting like a toddler. you roll your eyes and groan. who knew your boyfriend being doped up would be such a pain? eventually you guys make it to the hughes household, and you help quinn get out of the car. you lead him to the front door where his youngest brother luke helps you lead him upstairs to his bedroom.
“how is he doing?” luke asks you. “he’s literally crazy” you groan, making luke laugh.
“well, as much as you’re gonna hate me for this. i have plans in fifteen minutes soooo…” he drags out the o sound, forcing you to finish his sentence for him. “i’m alone to deal with quinn aren’t i?”
“possibly..” luke grins, making you playfully his his shoulder. before either of you can get a word out, quinn opens his bedroom door and starts walking down the stairs. “quinn, babe you need to be in bed resting!” you exclaim.
“but i don’t wanna rest! you aren’t in bed with me i cant sleep!” he cries out. you chuckle and walk up the stairs towards quinn. you then begin to lead him back to his bedroom, “i’ll come lay with you okay? you need to sleep”
“only if you’re with me” he pouts. “i like this side of you, you’re so clingy” you say as you close his bedroom door.
“you guys are you disgusting!” luke shouts, making you start laughing.
“are you laughing at me?” quinn asks as he crawls into his bed.
“please just go to sleep” you huff.
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes blurb#hockey blurb#hockey imagine#luke hughes
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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023
@mistmarauder thank you so much for creating this and tagging me! 💛💛
Top Five Blorbos: 1. Eddie Diaz - 9-1-1 2. Leon Draisaitl - Hockey rpf 3. Embry Carter - Rebel Kings MC 4. Matthew Tkachuk - Hockey rpf 5. Eddie Fulton - Summer Sons
Top Five Fandoms: 1. 9-1-1 2. Hockey rpf 3. Rebel Kings MC 4. Percy Jackson 5. Summer Sons
Top Five OTPs: 1. Buddie - 9-1-1 2. Mattdrai - Hockey rpf 3. Embry and Mateo - Rebel Kings MC 4. Andrew and Eddie - Summer Sons 5. Quinn Hughes and Brady Tkachuk - Hockey rpf (listen. I can feel the brainrot brewing for these two. It's gonna get worse.)
Shoutout to Some New Friends: I feel like this year is the first time I really properly interacted with @shitouttabuck, @messyhairdiaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz and @toboldlynerd and it's been a truly wonderful time! Shoutout to @nunc-spes-spei and @zahlibeth who are always willing to yes-and spec/ideas and indulge weird theories, you're the best!
Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @rewritetheending, talking to you more this year has brought me indescribable amounts of joy, comfort, relief, every positive feeling out there! I can't emphasize enough how important you are to me! @onward--upward you are a true champ for putting up with my weird hrpf rants and excessive post sharing, I love sharing the brainrot with you! My Buck and Eddie girls @burnthatbridge, @girldadbuddie, and @thatsveryood, I treasure you SO much and hope we can share an unhinged video chat again soon (NZ meetup??)! And my absolute ride or dies, my teeny tiny friends, @buckactuallys, @capseycartwright, @clusterbuck, @hattalove, @oatflatwhite, and @thatbuddie, you're the best thing I have gained from this webbed site, I can't believe I get to talk to you every day! All hail the superior search engine etc, I love you so much!
Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: I've loved doing my fic recs from the archive-project and I've been so happy to see other people discover new old fics through it! (It's not finished, I just wanted a break over the holidays!)
Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: I've got to shout out @butchdiaz's Eddie Diaz is the archer because I sat eating breakfast at our summer cottage one morning back in July, watching this video on repeat and struggling to keep my feelings somewhat contained because I couldn't spoil my sister by showing it to her.
People Who Brightened Your Year: Everyone I've already mentioned, naturally, but also @tripleaxeldiaz, @henswilsons, @kitkatpancakestack, @eddiediaaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @transboybuckley, @trippedandfell for being those extra bright spots on my dash and sometimes in my DMs!
Anyone Else You’d Like to Mention: Big shoutout to all of my mutuals and followers, you are all fantastic and I'm really happy to be here hanging out with you! Extra thanks to @evcndiaz @nymika-arts @glorious-spoon @ellelans @spruceoutoffive @captain-hen @fcntasmas @andrewblur @spaceprincessem @mellaithwen and @mistmarauder for being absolutely wonderful presences on my dash, mwah!
Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: In the interest of not trying to double-tag people (and get to shout out even more peeps):
@bropunzeling I've reread all of your mattdrai fics more than is probably healthy, and you are this 🤏 close to making me acquire new blorbos by reading the rest of your bibliography.
@msmargaretmurry I'll have you know I reread Head Above Water three times this year and it made me more unhinged every time. That's not counting the times I went back to it just to reread a favourite scene or two.
@hopetorun your mattdrai winner's room fic rearranged something in my brain and I'll never be the same again.
@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels I don't know how you do what you do but I'm in awe, every single time!
@littlespoonevan I've gone back to reread several of your fics this year, and there's something so uniquely sweet and comforting about them!
Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: 1. @bilosan your gifs are so gorgeous and I always love seeing what kind of sets you put together! 2. @like-the-rest-of-la if I could eat your art, I would!! It's so stupidly beautiful! 3. @skyhighrollins911 your edits are beyond gorgeous, and the cast sharing them as well is so deserved! 4. @barbiediaz your gifsets bring me endless joy and make me stop to look even when it's a fandom I'm not personally in! 5. @baneme-art I am so in love with the way you draw Buck and Eddie, I could look at them for hours!
Three Things You’re Looking Forward to in 2024: 1. S7 of 9-1-1. Of course. 2. Continuing to learn more and get better at west coast swing! (Please let me get into the spring course I will be crushed if I can't have it regularly for half a year 😢) 3. Book seven of Rebel Kings MC (Garrett Leigh you KNOW what you did!)
Tagging: Anyone and everyone tagged in this post already!
#tag games#nobody ask me how long this took to write ha ha i simultaneously had a lot to say and no words at all#2023 wrapped
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Not an ask, just wanted to say that your OOCTLT content brings me so much joy! I am happy every time it comes across my dash. I love seeing the way you draw and interpret the characters! Thank you so much for putting it into the world!!
(some of these are from the ooctlt inbox, just posting them here instead) thanks guys!!! im happy people are enjoying the askblog a lot. i love dulcineas canon appearances So much no matter how brief so i like playing with her character - quinns helped immensely with the dialogue for her and with research in developing nona & noodle. as for linking the previous posts i just like being organized and it helps reduce the amount of people re-asking content
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I admit, this is very much inspired by your Gale's outfit that has come across my dash a few times, but I wanted to let you know how very much I enjoy seeing the outfits you create/share. I love seeing people dress their characters up in nice outfits, especially since I frequently forget to do anything with mine, and your outifts are some of my favourites. The Gale one is fantastic, though my personal favourite is Quinn's life day outfit - he looks very dapper in it.
I was wondering if you'd be willing to share some more outfits that you're practicularly proud of?
would I be willing to share some more outfits is this even a question
Firstly, thank you so, so much. I get immense enjoyment out of playing dress up with game characters, and it's wonderful to hear that other folks out there enjoy my creations!
If I tried to share ALL the outfits I'm proud of, this post would take ten minutes to scroll through, so I TRIED to limit it to a 'few' I'm particularly pleased with - ones I feel I put some significant effort into, that really came together with the various pieces, or the dyes worked quite well, etc.
SWTOR: Featuring my main boys Caspian and Khel, plus a few others, and of course gotta show my faves Scourge and Quinn (who both have at least six outfits each)
LOTRO: My main, Kemendin, and my new guy, Maahes
ESO: I don't actively play ESO right now, but I did a LOT of outfitting back in the day - mostly for Dhamari, but my others got some fashion love as well
All these and more can be found under my 'kem plays dress up' tag!
#kem answers#kem plays dress up#swtor#lotro#eso#honestly this ask made me SO happy thank you#i do put so much thought and care and time and effort into these barbie ventures#so it's of course delightful when other people like them too#swtor:caspian#swtor:khel#swtor:emryn#swtor:ibis#swtor:vanirr#lotro:kemendin#lotro:maahes#eso:dhamari#eso:caspian#eso:tarahen#kem oc
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tag game dump!
so my very favorite @quinnkeerys tagged me in a whole mess of tag games, and I'm going to put them under a read more here so as not to spam the dash. I know @iero and @corrodedcoffn also tagged me in a couple of these, so a big thank you to them as well <3
if anyone wants to do any of these, you can just say that I tagged you
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Last Song: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
Currently Watching: right this second, I'm watching nothing because I'm at work. but my lunch break tv show is currently Parks and Rec, and then I'm switching back and forth between Solar Opposites, Vanderpump Rules, and a Stranger Things rewatch when I'm at home. I'm also really obsessed with Claim to Fame right now
Currently Reading: rereading The Big Sad™️ as I try and write more of it, but I'm also reading Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman
Current Obsession: not to copy RJ's answer, but have you seen my url?
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5 drinks to get to know me: hot coffee with a little sweet italian cream flavored creamer, hot chocolate spiked with whipped cream vodka and topped with mini marshmallows, ice cold water specifically out of my giant insulated purple water bottle, peanut butter and banana smoothie, a cocktail called a manhattan
#3
10 comfort movies: the princess bride, spree, enola holmes, little women (1994), beauty and the beast, edward scissorhands, the wedding singer, scream, cutthroat island, anastasia
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Name: Anna
Age: 31, to quote JCB "she's old, love"
Favorite season: Autumn because I am nothing if not a basic white girl
Movies or TV shows?: is it cool to say both? I love both forms of storytelling so much, but I will admit that I gravitate more towards tv shows. like, someone please explain to me why I won't be in the mood to focus on something for two hours to enjoy a movie, so I'll put on a tv show instead and the next thing I know I've watched an entire season in one sitting
Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind?: I am a mini backpack girlie. the current one is hellfire club patterned, and before I got that one, I was going back and forth between the loungefly that looked like steve's scoops ahoy uniform and a stranger things one that I found at target
What color is your water bottle?: lavender. I would put stickers on it, but I'm afraid that I'd ruin the stickers, so it's very plain
What color is your phone case?: teal, but it's super grody since I've been using it for so long. I should probably get a new one, but I'm due for a phone upgrade soon, so I don't want to spend money on a new case if I'm just going to have to get a new one when I get my new phone
Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music?: I fall asleep to spree every single night. don't ask me why, but I find kurt kunkle drawing his life to be very soothing
Top sheets. Yes or no?: yes. when it's warm, the top sheet is the only blanket I use because all other blankets are too hot, and I can't sleep without a blanket of some sort
You're in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing?: it depends on my mood. if I want fruity, I'm getting pull apart twizzlers or haribo happy cherry gummies, or the super cheap strawberry gummies from the dollar store. if I want chocolate, it's typically something with caramel. I gravitate towards milk duds, caramel m&ms, twix, and milky way midnights. also peanut butter m&ms
Preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc.): in my day to day life, my car is my lifeline. public transit isn't the best in my area (doesn't go anywhere near parents' house and idk if it goes anywhere near mine), so I've never really used it. when going on vacation, I prefer planes and trains though because I am not built to drive long distances
What's your phone background right now?: lockscreen is my photo op with joseph quinn from philly, home screen is a collage of eddie munson pics
Are you more of a miminalist or a maximalist?: the minimalist aesthetic is lovely, but it could never be me because I love little trinkets and art too much. maximalist all the way
It's time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing?: I have had the same pink and white striped wallpaper as nancy wheeler's bedroom in season one since I was seven years old, and I love it dearly. at my new place, my bedroom walls are this deep gray-ish purple, and I'm quite fond of that, so maybe I'd choose that color if it wasn't already what I already had. I'm also a big fan of blue, and that's supposed to be better for your sleep, so maybe a light blue
And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: stealing RJ's answer, but working on cheerscoops week graphics and stories (even The Big Sad™️) is what's keeping me going right now
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Once he verifies that the ship's not going anywhere, Dawson heads into the sailors' quarters. Most of the crew is finishing up - he sidesteps Mikey and Nate who are laughing together about God knows what, then spots Boqy and Mac whispering about something in the corner close to his hammock.
"Hey boys," Dawson waves, sliding over - Mac freezes up, midway through putting on his coat.
"Mercer," Boqvist greets, pivoting their conversation. "How're you planning to spend your share?"
The pilot's mate shrugs, changing into his shore clothes - old, scuffed boots swapped for new, shiny ones; baggy brown trousers replaced with white stockings and navy breeches; worn off-white sailor's shirt becoming a fancy white ruffled shirt; simple blue fearnought changed into a noble navy coat and gold-trimmed navy waistcoat, both with gold buttons. "Don't have much to buy," he mutters. "I'll probably look for some extra paper, some ink, a few pens to spare, maybe a book or two if there are any I haven't seen." Dawson considers it for a moment. "Could go look if there's a pocketwatch or pin or something that catches my eye."
"You're not gonna come to the pub with us?" Mac asks. "Get a drink, get three, maybe get a girl for the night..." He grins. "Chicks dig scars."
Dawson flinches, hand coming up to rub at the left side of his face instinctively. "I'll pass, thanks."
"Got a girl back home, then?" Mac sidles up to Dawson, elbowing him in the side. "Ooh, are you going to write to her?" He lifts his hand to his forehead, mimicking a fainting lady. "Charlotte, my love, I'll be home from war soon!"
Dawson stiffens further, turning around with a long, drawn-out sigh to snatch the small bag of coins from his hammock. He ignores Mac laughing, ignores the stabbing pains of his throbbing headache, ignores the swirling of the Voices getting louder and louder around his head, and slips past the small clusters of pirates to reach the door, opening it and escaping the sailors' quarters.
"Hey," Nico calls Dawson over to where the captain stands in a huddle with the other officers. The circle opens slightly to make room for Dawson, who presses himself to Dougie's side. "We're discussing who's doing what - we didn't come here just to drink and gamble, despite what Woody might tell you, but to get supplies as well." Nico rolls his eyes. "Ondrej and Vitek already agreed to restock food for us. Akira and Damon were going to get the ship-maintenance materials. We need someone to accompany Johnny to check for medical supplies, then the rest of us should deal with the hostages and keep an eye out for miscellaneous items."
"I'll go with Marino," Dougie interrupts, almost automatically.
Nico looks at him for a second, then nods. "I expected that. So that leaves me, Jonas, Jesper, Jack, and Dawson on hostage duty. Jack, Dawson, you can take the letters and send them off?" He holds a stack of envelopes out.
"Yes sir," Jack salutes, snatching the letters and pushing them into the pockets of his coat. He turns back, looking as Curtis and Miles drop the gangplank to the dock while the rest of the gunners cheer.
Jack dashes over the gangplank and jumps onto the dock, coat billowing behind him as he runs into the town of the Cove. Dawson looks at Nico, who shrugs (clearly having given up), then to Luke, who nods to follow. The two younger pirates jog behind Jack, who tears through the main street, only skidding to a stop at a tavern. The Master-at-Arms pushes the door open, the tavern's sign swaying in the breeze he's made.
"Quinn!"
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here's some wanted connections from the server that i'd LOVE to see !! including ; harley quinn for NOA WAYNE, former homoerotic co-dependent friendship for PHILOMENA WATSON, half / adopted sibling for PHILOMENA WATSON, ex girlfriend for ZACH DANE-SUMMERS, ex for LUNA MAXIMOFF, jean-paul beaubier for JEANNE MARIE BEAUBIER / AURORA SYSTEM, pepper potts for TONY STARK !!
[ NOA WAYNE ] is looking for a [ MOTHER / HARLEY QUINN ] connection, who are [ MOM AGED ] years old and look like [ UTP ]. [ RACHEL ] [ DOESN'T ] require to be contacted prior to applying but would love to be looped in. ( noa wayne, born eleanora quinn, nicknamed noa by mommy dearest, is the only child of harley & batman ! to preface; originally i did not have strong feelings attached to the idea of noa as harley's only child, full stop, though the more i've developed her, the more i do think that her backstory makes the most sense that way without making harley a Really Bad Person ! it IS my preference and i don't necessarily feel like i can dictate it, but i would like it to be a conversation if it was gonna change. anyways ! noa was raised for about eight years by harley, who loved her dearly & protected her fiercely. her decision to ultimately entrust her into batman's care was one made OF that love, with the working theory being that it was to put her out of the joker's reach when she ended up in arkham, again - i imagine she was just a wee bit confused on how that led to noa being raised by bruce wayne, but that's part of the 'funny' side of the story. she didn't take noa back after she got free, and i think that was her recognising how SAFE she was, now, and how many advantages she was getting thanks to bruce's wealth. she still checked in, sent offbeat & unsigned gifts, etc, but noa hasn't seen her mom since she was a little girl and that has really impacted her, abandonment issues wise. she loves her, from her memories of how she was raised in those few years. she doesn't forsake her the choices she made or anything, nor does she want to see her behind bars, unless that meant she got to spend time with her again. it's complicated. it always will be ! there are negative emotions buried VERY deep down [ noa's whole thing ] that need to come up and out but there are also so many bittersweet ones and so, so much love on both sides. i constantly think of the tik tok trend set to 'not a lot, just forever' [i could be a good mother-] when i think of them, with a dash of xxx. with bruce dead, now, i'm sensing a great opportunity for a family reunion ! )
[ PHILOMENA WATSON ] is looking for a [ HOMOEROTIC CO-DEPENDENT FRIENDSHIP (LIKELY FORMER) ] connection, who is [ 30-35 ] years old and looks like [ EMMA SELIGMAN, MEDALION RAHIMI, MELISSA BARRERA, ASLIHAN MALBORA, PAIGE HURD, AYO EDEBIRI, RACHEL SENNOTT / UTP ]. [ HAN ] [ DOES ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( xxx / i don’t smoke by mitski / cartwheel by lucy dacus / every woman needs a kinda toxic kinda homoerotic and super co-dependent. it’s very like … harry/peter, glinda/elphaba, earth!65 mj/gwen, clarisse/silena from pjo, allicent/rhaenyra (ive never seen hotd) this can be a current dynamic but could also be something from the past that ended in a ‘crash and burn’ kinda way. i think a past thing would be more painful or something more recent that ended, maybe it’s part of the reason why mina moved away from nyc and changed her career path in her 30s. )
[ PHILOMENA WATSON ] is looking for a [ HALF / ADOPTED SIBLING (CHILD OF GWEN STACY + HARRY OSBORN) ] connection, who is [ THIRTIES ] years old and looks like [ SIMONE ASHLEY, SOBHITA DHULIPALA, POOJA HEGDE, VARADA SETHU, SURAJ SHARMA / UTP ]. [ HAN ] [ DOES ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( age is flexible, i have mina at 32 at the moment but if you want ur char to be older we can do that, idm changing the ag (also depending on what your character is like it might make more sense for mina to be the younger one!). they can also be the same age / months apart (lol), it still works! i am wary about making them too old bc they were born when the coffee bean crew were in college and prior to gwens death. maybe 35 at the oldest. okay, on to the actual relationship -- this wc is for the child of gwen + harry but harry isn't up for being a father but esp after gwens death, so mj adopted the baby and raised them as her own (with peters help at one point, whenever they get together). i think two girls would be fun bc edwina and kate vibes but im also not fussy abt that !! they grew up as siblings (no "half sibling" bs, they're SIBLINGS). they got along semi-okay growing up, but i think they were typical siblings in that they DIDN'T get along and drove each other insane and always had to get back at each other for something petty. they have osborn dna okay. it's genetic. they hated each other for awhile !! but loved each other at the same time. like. nobody else can pick on their sibling, only them kinda vibe. beats each other up for wearing the other persons shirt.put thumb tacks in their bed for something stupid. also just "you're going out? wearing that? really?" n leaves the room without another word. idk. siblings who love and hate each other !! mj and peter are so exhausted and somewhere harry is laughing. < 3 xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx please note that per the osborn rper guidelines they won't have the osborn name and harry won't be like a father to them !! you can talk to the harry rper for more details but he basically wasn't and has never been fit to be a father. i have peter as a stand in stepfather. )
[ ZACH DANE-SUMMERS ] is looking for an [ EX GIRLFRIEND ] connection, who are [ MID TWENTIES, IDEALLY ZACH'S AGE ] years old and look like [ UTP ]. [ RACHEL ] [ DOES ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( xxx / this has been built entirely around the connell & marianne from normal people dynamic, and i am not that ashamed about it ! this is the romantic dynamic that most defines zach's current, mid twenties mindset; this character was their first Love & first experience of what 'serious' relationships really look like, though they were still young enough - late teens, heading towards 20 - that it was silly to get their hearts involved on both sides. EVERYONE knew they were a thing because they couldn't hide it for shit, but neither of them was willing to admit it for one reason or another. though i think both were at fault within the relationship i do also think that zach's issue specifically was trying to play it too cool and hurting them, in the process. they fell apart before they actually got a chance to see what a proper, named relationship would look like on them and will always be their biggest 'what if', though i would not blame them in the slightest for wanting nothing to do with them now ! )
[ LUNA MAXIMOFF ] is looking for a [ EX ] connection, who is [ MAYBE 29-34 ] years old and looks like [ UTP ]. [ HAN ] [ DOES ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( lunas first relationship !! it wasn’t even much of a relationship tbh. it was probably in college or post college, somewhere around there so the ages are flexible and don’t have to be super close in age to luna. basically it wasn’t super great on both sides but it did hurt when it was happening. luna was flaky, not focused on the relationship and more focused on continuing college, making her mom proud, her family, always being there for her friends (so they didn’t leave her), etc. but she was also closed off bc Mommy Trauma, among other things. so it just wasn’t a good time or a good idea. not to say that she didn’t care about them or wasn’t upset when they broke up! i think it even shaped her a little and made her more aware in future possible relationships. i also imagine they changed her perspective on her relationship w crystal (for the better) and helped her stop being such a people pleaser out of fear of being abandoned. got her to grow a spine n whatnot. i also think after awhile (years?) they managed to be friends and support each other. )
THE AURORA SYSTEM (JEANNE MARIE BEAUBIER/AURORA) is looking for a SIBLING (JEAN-PAUL BEAUBIER) connection, who is 40+ years old and looks like (UP TO PLAYER). DEW DOES require to be contacted prior to applying. ( the only reason im requiring the contact is my own muse is still pretty recent even in lore. other than that pls give me the speedster twins! )
[ TONY STARK ] is looking for a [ PEPPER POTTS / LOVE INTEREST ] connection, who is [ MID TO LATE 40s / EARLY 50s ] years old and looks like [ PREFERABLY POC / UTP ]. [ KRIS ] [ DOES ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( a very on and off again relationship. theyve been through so much together and she's definitely more of just a co-worker or a wife, lover but also his best friend. pepper grounds him, brings out the best of him. they argue a lot, bicker but at the end of the day somehow they find each other again. yes he's cheated before, yes they've had a divorce scare a few times but somehow he just finds himself coming back regardless )
[ BELLONA KYLE ] is looking for a [ ADOPTED MOTHER / SELINA KYLE ] connection, who is [ PARENT AGED ] years old and looks like [ ARGENTINIAN FC WHO'S 35+ / NO FC IS FINE! ]. [ HAN ] [ DOES NOT ] require to be contacted prior to applying. ( THEY ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO ME !!!! bella is not someone who opens up, if at all, but selina got in. bella reminds selina of holly but also of herself, which is both good and bad. for some time bella was selina's sidekick and went by catgirl. < 333 selina basically found bella on the streets in gotham (after she had escaped her coma and arkham) and took her in. selina is VERY IMPORTANT to bella. she could care less about her biological parents atm. selina is her FAMILY and everything to her. )
#marvel rp#fandom rp#crossover rp#oc rp#small rp#discord rp#i didnt copy the links over bc im lazy but u can find them in the server !
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💌 THANK YOU for being the first experience i had with 911 (i’m actually genuinely starting to watch it now) and for just being wonderful!!! you’ve always been so sweet and i’m honored to be mutuals w you, even when i don’t understand some of the chaos that you put on my dash it makes me giggle and you’re one of the big reasons scrolling my dash on tumblr can make a bad day so much better 🤍🤍🤍
Quinn this is one of the nicest asks I’ve ever received and please keep me updated on all your thoughts while watching 911!!!!
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s!!!! i love your jamie so much!!!!!! your portrayal of him is so incredibly well thought out and i always love reading your headcanons and little jamie thoughts when they come across my dash!!! i loved what they did with him in the series, but your portrayal of him has made me love him even more because of the thought and the love that you put into him!! you capture him so well, i always love writing with you and jamie (and katrina thinks he's alright too even if she might act otherwise <3)
quinn :')) this is so kind of you to say !!! thank you <3 i really love writing jamie, he's my babygirl your honor, and it's a ton of fun getting to write him against katrina !! someday he will get through to her he swears it !! but seriously thank you :')
@mcmorare from here !
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hi my love! I’m glad to see you back writing more! Definitely missed seeing you grace my dash! 🤍
Can you do 16. "i need you to pretend to be my partner for the family christmas party." And 19. "you broke my heart last christmas, but i'm still not over you." With Quinn? 🤍 if not both, do 19! Thank you dear!
hi lovey, I missed u 🫶🏼🎄
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When Quinn called you, you were skeptical.
“Hello, Quintin what can I do for you?” He flinched at the use of his full name.
“I have a favour to ask and I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important and the last resort” he rushed out.
You rolled your eyes “What is it Quinn?”
“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my family Christmas party”
There was silence.
“Hello?” “Im still here, just contemplating what the fuck you just asked me”
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, I swear-“
“Why me?”
Another silence.
“I never told my mom we broke up”
“You what?!” “I’m sorry I know it was stupid-“
You screeched “It was not stupid Quinn it’s fucking insane! What is wrong with you we broke up almost a year ago!”
“My mom liked you too much she would like disown me”
“Fine”
“Fine?” “Yes, I’ll come to the stupid thing. Is it in Michigan?”
He gave you all the details, he’d be paying for your flight obviously.
You played the role of doting girlfriend well, playing into his mom and grandmothers wishes. They talked about marriage and kids, you just smiled and laughed it off with
“Maybe he’ll pop the question soon!”
Quinn admired you, after everything he put you through last year and you were still able to do this for his family.
When Luke and Jack arrived in from Jersey they were more than confused to find you in the kitchen. They knew you’d broken up. They actually let you stay with them in Jersey for the few months following the break up you claimed you needed out of Vancouver.
The breakup wasn’t amicable in any sense of the word, you hated Quinn. He had broken your heart.
Before Christmas last year with a looming trade deadline you asked Quinn the simple question of would he want you move with him if he went somewhere else.
There was talk of Quinn going to the islanders, minnesota and even Detroit so it was a fair question. They weren’t just a train journey away.
Quinn had brushed it off with a no not really.
That sent you spiralling.
While you weren’t old and time wasn’t coming to get you, you didn’t want to be wasting your life in a relationship that didn’t have a future. It created a huge argument between you both that stretched over days and ended in Quinn yelling that he didn’t even want to be with you anymore.
You left and never came back.
Elias told him he was an idiot. Brock actually hit him at practice. Jack called him every name under the sun. Luke was just sad. Brady told him that he and Emma would choose you if it came to picking sides.
Bo called him in after practice, asking what happened. That you’d been in his house crying to Holly. Bo was confused because only three weeks before he had accompanied Quinn to a jeweller to purchase your engagement ring.
Quinn was scared. It was all a lot at once and he got overwhelmed and he regretted it ever since.
When Christmas Eve rolled around the entire family gathered in the living room for a movie, it was tradition.
Luke had picked the movie, the polar express. A movie about a couple of kids on a train shouldn’t have set you off but it did. It was the movie you’d been watching last year when everything happened.
Quinn noticed how you uncomfortably shifted under his arm for a while before excusing yourself out the room. He followed you, out to the patio where you stood in the freezing snow.
“What are you doing?! It’s freezing!”
“Leave me alone, Quinn!” You had tears running down your face.
“W-what is going on?” “I can’t - I can’t do this anymore Quinn it’s all too much. The lies and the pretending to be happy!”
He sighed, ripping off his hoodie and throwing it over you before he said anything else.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I asked you to do this, I’m sorry I lied to them, I’m sorry for what I did, i’m sorry y/n!”
You continued to sob “you broke my heart last christmas, but I’m still not over you Quinn! I want so badly to be over you!”
His breath caught in his throat “You what?”
“God, Quinn this is so fucked up! You don’t even want me! You said it yourself you didn’t want me to go with you I just look desperate right now-“
“- no, no you don’t because I still love you too and I’ve been regretting everything that happened last December since the moment you left”
At this point you’re both standing in the snow, freezing, lips slightly blue with heaving chests.
“Quinn… I can’t let you break my heart again” your voice cracked “I don’t think I’ll survive”
It physically pained him to see what he had put you through.
Closing in the space between you, you were chest and chest with him hanging over you. His thumb reached up and brushed away your tear “Don’t cry pretty girl”
“I’m so sorry, I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you but I love you so much and I was scared. I’m tired of being scared because I’d rather live life a little bit scared than without you. I’m begging you to please, please tell me we can work this out”
You sucked in your bottom lip, your breathing still shaky.
“please” It was almost painful, he was begging.
“You get one shot Hughes, no more” You mumbled, a weight lifted off your shoulders.
He smiled, hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss never breaking apart until you desperately needed air.
Before either of you could speak the door opened and Jack appeared “Hey lovebirds, you coming? It’s after midnight grandma wants to light the candle”
You nodded, asking for a couple minutes from the boy.
You turned back to Quinn and smiled “Merry Christmas, my love”
“Best Christmas ever”
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You know what? I'm far from season 4 of Stranger Things. I only started season 2. But seeing all the Eddie & Joe Quinn content is helping me a lot. I'm going through the hardest time right now because of work. My mental health is suffering so much. But seeing all the content around is making everything a bit better. I find comfort in them! Thank you to everyone for putting all the gifs and stuff on my dash!
Fictional characters save lives!
#vick.txt#you can't even imagine what i'm going through right now#but seeing all the eddie and joe content is helping#they are my comfort character and person rn#stranger things#eddie munson#joe quinn#joseph quinn
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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.
Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3
“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.
“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.
“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”
“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.
“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”
Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”
“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”
“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”
Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.
“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”
“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.
“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”
“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”
“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”
“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”
“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”
“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.
“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”
“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.
“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”
They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”
“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.
“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”
“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”
“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”
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Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.
Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.
“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”
Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.
“Here we go.”
Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.
“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.
To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.
Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”
Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.
“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”
Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.
“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”
Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”
“Welcome to Gotham.”
And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.
She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.
Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;
“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”
Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.
“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”
Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”
Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”
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The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.
“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”
The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”
Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”
The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”
Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.
Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.
A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?
He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”
Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”
The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.
“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”
Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.
“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.
With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?
An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.
“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.
“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.
“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.
“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.
“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.
In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.
“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”
“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”
“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”
“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.
“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”
“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.
So far, so good, Marinette thought.
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Part 1 Part 2
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ok but i see all the 'what trope wld u associate' or 'character u wld ship them w' with moots all over my dash. so i thought of smthing different
what mutuals remind u of what characters (can be inside genshin or not, anyth honestly) it can be whether if u ship them w the character / they act like the character / their blog theme is of that character / they talk abt the character a lot etc etc anything when u look @ ur mutual like "oh they kinda talk/like/remind me of this character'
if u dont wanna do this its alr!! have a good day quinn :"")
one of ur moots (not the 'clogging up my dash' moot btw ! <3
omg hey! HI MOOT <33 how are you?? hope you’re doing well.
YES THIS SEEMS SO FUN, i’ll do the moots that pop up into my head so if i forget you ITS NOT PERSONAL I REPEAT ITS NOT PERSONAL MY MEMORY IS TRASH </3
@calyxcore def associate you with like,,, almost albedo and like,, mona? maybe it’s cause we both simp over him but the way you hold up intelligent convos with me while being passionate reminds me of albedo, but also the way your perosnality is so chaotic and distinct (in a good way) just sends MONA
@heademptynoideas EULA EULA EULA EULA, idk if it’s cause you main her or because of your blog theme but you’re so kind and sweet while also being super ‘girlbossy’ (is that the term im a granny) but yeah <3 also like you remind me of the colors blue and purple and eula just gives off those colors yeah?
@k4tsukissi BAKUGO??? like again, idk if it’s cause your blog is anlot about him but your vibes radiate major bakugo energy, the way you deal with life in such a powerful (to me it seems powerful) way and your vibes are immaculate and radiate just ‘don’t get in my way’ yk yk?
@seveninchesfrominsanity heizou. it’s not even that you simp over him from what i heard he’s a funny workaholic and that just reminds me of you in a way like,,,, and like yeah your blog is entirely heizou but sometimes in my head i say heizou instead of yuki because i associate him with you so much
@telemi we don’t interact that much butttt sucrose! you seem so sweet and shy but also a little chaotic (kind of like sucrose to me) so yeah ahdkhs
@dawndelion-winery diluc or scara, idk you all intimidate me but also you seem super chill and go with the flow-y and mainly you seem very just, in control? if that makes sense
@kazuesque probably like,,, amber maybe? you seem super energetic and so sweet and just a little bundle of joy to everyone around you
@kazu-sun KAZUHA idk if it’s cause your blog or irl but mainly cause of your writing and the way you give compliments that really touch my heart and just make me tear up but you’re so sweet like him
@yinyinggie probably like,,, hm. you’re a really sweet and kind person who seems like they can put their foot down when needed. so i’d probably say like,, maybe jean? yep yep jean!!
okay i’m tired moots if i forgot you TELL ME i won’t see you as desperate or anything i’m just tired, but i’ll add some more moots later. love y’all, and thank you moor who sent this!! (also if i forgot you im so sorry eternally 😭😭)
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Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader [PART 2]
WORD COUNT :- 2.3k
Warnings ⚠️: I don't even know if there are any...Swearing maybe?, mentions of kidnappings, actual kidnapping oh and also violence and angst :)
A/N 😋: I got lost while writing this so judge accordingly people. Also forgive me for any mistakes. I TRIED.
Part 1 , Part 3
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“JASON STOP!!!!!”, your voice echoed in the silent warehouse.
Jason stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard your voice, his mind was brimming with thoughts, questions and worst of all, emotions.
“Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her little cave”, He said smugly as he finally turned around to face you. The voice was his, you’d recognize that voice anywhere but it felt cold, devoid of emotions, hearing him like that sent a shiver up your spine. You could feel your determination slipping.
Even though you had your cowl on, Jason could still see how much his rampage was hurting you but he couldn’t stop now, not when all he had left to do was to capture Joker, beat the living shit out of that asshole and show Bruce how much of a failure Batman’s moral compass really is.
“Well? Got nothing to say now?... Why am I not surprised?”, Jason scoffed.
You took a deep breath, you were breaking down inside but you sure as hell weren’t going to let that stop you. You spoke, voice barely above a whisper, “Jason...Jay...Stop all this...Please, come home, come back to the--”
“Manor? Home? Did you hit your head (Y/N)? Why in the hell would I ever go back to a place where NOBODY GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME, WHERE HE REPLACED ME AS IF I MEANT NOTHING?!”, Jason didn’t want to lose control of himself, not in front of you. So with visible effort he calmed himself down, took a step forward and gave you a deadpan look.
“You all left me”
Your blood boiled at that statement.
“How dare you?! We lost you! We mourned for you! I mourned for you!”
Tears welled up in your eyes, listening to him you wondered whether he truly believed the words actually coming out of his own mouth.
“The Jason I knew was a roughed up street boy who still cared when many didn't, who called Bruce out every step of the way, who had this ridiculous favoritism for bread, who had the guts to take out a tire from the fricking Batmobile”, despite the dreadful situation you smiled remembering those sweet memories.
You looked him in the eye, pleading in a way, and you spoke softly, “The Jason I knew was The Robin to my Batgirl. This-this is just not who you are Jay, not really...So can you just stop?”
He looked unfazed by your words and cocked his head to the side.
“Princess, the only way you can stop me is if you fight me, knock me down real hard, make sure that I won't get back up again. Tell me Batgirl, can you do it? Do you actually have what it takes?”, he waited for an answer he knew wasn’t coming. As expected, all he was met with was silence.
Long, Painful Silence.
With that Jason knew what he had to do, he put on his red helmet and swung out of the nearest window, you couldn't stop him, for all your big talk, you just couldn't. He was right you failed him.
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You jumped awake with a start, bolting upright and immediately regretting your subconscious decision, the throbbing pain made you clutch the back of your head with your palm and you closed your eyes again to achieve some semblance of reality as a way of grounding yourself.
‘It was just a dream (Y/N)…just...a...dream’
You tried to lie to yourself knowing deep down that it was a memory, something you have already lived through, something you regret everyday. You swallowed the lump in your throat. It felt dry and your whole body was sore. You really should've called in early and then maybe Dick would've been the one stuck in this crapy situation and not you.
Pushing past your perplexed state you got up and took in your surroundings, there were vines hanging from the open roof, a LOT of flowers and some Venus flytraps by the corner. It wouldn’t even take being a detective to figure out where you were; The Botanical Gardens.
“How the hell did I end up here”, you muttered under your breath. This was getting out of hands.
“See Pammy I told ya Girl-Bat would rise and shine by now”
“I can see that Harls”
‘Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, just great, is nobody in Arkham these days’
The duo descended down from the open roof through one of the vines and stood in front of you. Harley looked as happy as a 10 year old about to get their favorite toy and Ivy seemed to be interested in anything and everything that did not concern you. Classic.
“Why the hell did you both kidnap me?”
You jumped forward and grabbed Harley by the collar of her dress, in retrospect it wasn't the best move but it's not like you were thinking straight at the time anyway.
A vine wrapped itself around your waist and you were tugged back by such force that you were sure there was gonna be a big bruise there tomorrow. You skidded across the floor and finally stopped when your back connected with a bench. You were just too drained to fight back so instead you just crawled up and sat on the bench with a grunt.
‘Not fighting my way out of this one so for once let’s try talking’
“Whoa, should ya really be this obnoxious when ya got a concussion?”, Harley burst your thought bubble as she looked you over.
“Wait, Did you just call me obnoxious?!”
“But don'tcha worry I am a doctor and I got a PhD”
“In psychology!”
“I will fix ya in no time”
“Are you even listening to me?”
Just like that you saw Harley leave the room to go get some medical supplies, or well at least you thought that that's what she was going to do, you turned your face towards Ivy hoping that she can fill in the blanks.
“So you both finally done babbling? And here I thought it was never going to end.”, She looked at you from where she was petting her plant, and made her way over to you, something about her seemed genuine. You got the feeling that whatever she had to say, it won't be a lie.
“Try and not mind what Harley does, she's just happy to make new friends for girls night.” She sighed before continuing, “As for your question, last night we were near the Gotham Central Park when we saw a masked man dragging your unconscious body out of a building and into a van parked in the alley, so we kil-- we took care of him and brought you here”, She shrugged as if that explains why the Poison Ivy just saved your life.
"Wait that means Red isn't here", you whispered more to yourself than to others.
“Pam is Red!”, Harley said cheerfully as she came back out nowhere with a bunch of boxes which would've made you very uneasy if your mind wasn't already preoccupied.
“What Harley means to say is that if you are trying to ask about that gun loving leather jacket vigilante who wears a red helmet, then no we don't know where he is”
Her words sunk in and yesterday's memories flashed in your mind, your eyes widened under your mask as the realization hit you like a bus.
The missing people, the creepy mannequins, the medical journals regarding surgeries, the weirdo in the white mask instead of a face, the poster of some Pretty Dolls parlor; Now it all makes sense!
“Pyg!”
"Huh?", the women in front of you almost jumped at your sudden revelation.
“Lazlo Valentin aka Professor Pyg that's the son of a bitch who is behind all this mess, he's the one who has got Red Hood And it's all my fault! Now, He might be dead already! I should've known, I-I should've figured it out quicker, I should've done something, DAMN IT!!”, you buried you face in your hands due to the building frustration within you.
“Don't be like that”, you heard Harley's voice as a hand was placed on your shoulder, she sat down on the bench next to you, you turned your head and eyed her warily, seeing nothing but concern.
“Don't give up. Clearly this Hoodie person means a lot to ya so you get off your ass and go get him, don't you Bat People always find a way”, you looked at her for a moment, then jumped up on your feet.
“Can't believe I am saying this but you are right Harley, I need go and I will find a way to save him, but before leaving I wanna know something”, you looked Ivy in the eyes as you worded your next sentence, “Why save me?”
“It was just my way of replaying you for saving Harls from that clown once”, instead of elaborating Ivy just crossed her hands over her chest waiting for you to leave. You gave her a warm smile, something they are not used to seeing, from a bat of all people.
“Thank you Pamela”
With that you were out of that detour and onto finding the path leading up to Jason.
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Somehow you reached the safe house without running into some kind of trouble, with how your day has been going, you were completely expecting something else to go wrong. Thankfully it didn't. You took out a spare comms unit, keys for your bike and some aspirin to dull the headache.
Soon you were whizzing past vehicles at full speed triying to contact anyone available at the moment.
“Come on pick up, pick up, pick up! What's the meaning of giving us an emergency button when no one picks the damn thing up”, you spoke into a dead line, wishing you could just bang your head against a wall, on second thought not a good idea.
Two minutes later the call was finally picked up and a screen appeared on the dash of your bike, it was from the batcave and you could see Dick, Damian and Bruce in sitting in front of the computer, Tim was connected from what you assumed to be the titans tower. However Dick was the first one to pop the question.
“(Y/N) what's the emergency? Are you okay? We haven't heard from you since last night”
“Look no time to explain. Jason's been taken by Pyg and I need you guys to give me a location. Now”, you said gritting your teeth as you narrowly missed a truck for the second time this evening.
“Todd's captured? *tt* his incompetence precedes that of Drake”, Damian's snarky remark made Tim snap his head up.
“Hey!”
“Boys”, Bruce's stern voice made them quiet enough for the time being, “Batgirl you are injured and your emotions can compromise the whole rescue, go back to the safe house and let us handle this”, Bruce ended the transmission and it made you angry.
'He said that they are going to handle it, that means they know where he is, so now all I have to do is to get Dick to spill it out'
You dialed Dick back, hoping he would understand what you are trying to do.
“I know why you specifically choose to call me back and No I am not letting you go head first into danger without any of us with you especially when you are compromised”, Dick's tone was stern but laced with concern.
“Dick the last time Bruce said he will handle it, Jason died, look I know what he is trying to say, I get him, I can't blame him for wanting to look after me but you have to understand I have to be the one to get him back”
“Why?!”
“Because I can't lose him again! The last thing that I said to him was that I might never forgive him! Never forgive him for something that's not even his fault! You are my only hope at getting him back, please don't take that away from me, please”, you pleaded with him as you slowed down the bike to a stop.
The line was silent for a while, the thought about saying more to him crossed your mind; what you are feeling about Jason, how much he matters to you, how you've failed him more than once, but ultimately decided against it and instead you just waited for his reply.
You deflated as soon as you realized that the line was cut but the ping of a notification caught your attention; The map to the possible location of Jason.
“Dick Grayson, you big softie”, you smirked, your bike roared as you made your way on to the free way heading fast towards the Gotham outskirts.
Meanwhile at Professor Pyg's 'supervillain headquarters' :
Jason slowly woke up, assessing the situation he quickly came to the conclusion that he messed up and now he is tied up to what seems like dentist's chair.
“Great, there has got to be a new record I've set in this family for messing up and getting kidnapped”, Jason muttered under his breath, he tried to tug at his restraints to get free but it turned out to be fruitless. A blinding light was switch on above him and he grunted due to the intensity.
“Man, what is up with you people and light?! Turn it off already!”, Jason said as he tried to adjust his eyes accordingly, when he came to, he was met with his captor himself.
Jason just stared at the man in front, moving towards him, wearing a pig mask and holding a butcher knife. He has seen enough crazy but this guy might just rival the Joker himself.
“Pyg know you broken. Pyg make you perfect”
“WHAT THE F--”
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(I like to think I am funny)
Cute little extra note: Yes it is the second time I'm leaving you guys hanging and NOPE I do not regret my decision.
Tagging: @ladyperceval
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awesome thank you!! if it’s not too much, could you possibly write a sam holland imagine x a reader who is dealing with postpartum depression? i understand if you don’t feel like it or it makes you uncomfortable :) please take all the time in the world, absolutely no rush!
This is so cuteeeeeeeeee
You were distancing yourself from Quincy and Sam. Your baby girl was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. She looked just like her daddy and that man loved her more than anything. But recently, you'd felt that everything was your fault and the growing chores were triggering your anxiety. You'd snapped at Sam all day today and watching shock flash through his hazel eyes and hearing that awkward little affirmation afterwards made your heart hurt.
Sam pokes his head into the bedroom,
"Hey love, dinner's ready and… I'm out of milk in the freezer. If you're up for it, Quinn's gonna need a feed." He tells you as calmly as possible. You hum, chewing your lip,
"Yeah… okay." He shoots you a reassuring smile,
"Want me to bring your food in here?" He asks sweetly, your heart aching again. You shake your head,
"No… if it's okay with you… I'll eat out there… with you… if you-"
"Yeah, no, of course. We can eat like a little family. C'mon love." He holds his hand out which you take and follow him down the hall. He sits you at the dining room table, holding Quinn put to you hesitantly. You smile up at him reassuringly, something he returns. He sighs,
"I uhh… I'm glad you decided to join us." He tells you. You nod,
"I just… wanted to keep my distance from you with the… snapping and all. I felt bad." He shakes his head, dishing up dinner as you free yourself from your bra and let Quinn latch,
"Don't ever feel bad. I get it. Your postpartum is going to kick you down a lot and I get it and I just wanna support you. I don't really care how much I get snapped at as long as you two are taken care of." He reassures. You purse your lips, holding your little girl to you as she suckles, staring down at her. He approaches you with a plate, stroking your hair down,
"I don't really care about being yelled at. I just want you and Quinn safe and happy and not saying that you would, but I don't want you hurting her or yourself." He reasons. You sigh, closing your eyes with your head leaned into his lean body. He continuously strokes hair over your shoulder, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly,
"No matter what you do, I love you more than anything on this earth. You and our little girl are all that matter to me and if I have to endure some yelling at, that's all fine by me." He tells you. Sighing, you take his hand and kiss the back of it,
"You, Sam Holland, are the absolute best. And I don't know what it is about you that makes me so emotional." He smiles,
"Its the dashing good looks." He jokes. Rolling your eyes, you let him collect his food, coming to sit just beside you, your feet wrapping around his calf. And just like that, for an entire meal, you eat like eat like normal, little, cute family.
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