#reserved 4 in character moments only baby!!!

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: first time making Jotaro Kujo whimper

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 4), gender neutral reader

rating: mildly suggestive. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

the first time you heard jotaro whimper it completely was unexpected. you had been dating only a short time and intimacy between the two of you had been rather lacking. he was never one for pda but even when you were alone with him he was sometimes still very reserved.

this night however you had been watching a nature documentary he had insisted you must see. of course it was about the ocean, what else would be so important to him. his strong arm was wrapped around you and you were against his broad chest, your head nestled in the crook of his neck.

the dolphins in the documentary were particularly playful and you exhaled a little giggle. your warm breath fanned across his neck. it was only for a split second but you could have sworn he tensed up. even his hand on your shoulder gripped you slightly. you blinked, surprised. had you imagined that? or was his neck very sensitive? it could have been a mere coincidence. soon your curiosity got the better of you. you waited for an opportunity to try out your theory.

soon the baby seal segment of the documentary came on and the moment the little seal scooted across the sand you purposely giggled again, your warm breath tickling jotaro’s neck. this time he merely turned his neck from side to side as if dealing with a painful tick but made no comment to you. internally you smiled to yourself realizing you might have come across a potential weakness in your beloved boyfriend. third time was the charm, right? resting one hand against his chest you tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss just below his ear.

“y/n…” his voice uncharacteristically soft and almost pleading.

you had never had him react in such a way so before he could murmur a word of protest you kissed his neck once more. this time you opened your mouth slightly. it was soft and lingering as you sucked on the sensitive skin a bit more….and he whimpered.

the whimper was unmistakable even with the sound of the documentary playing in the background.

you immediately looked up at him only to see his eyes were closed as his brows were furrowed together and he was biting his lip. you couldn’t wait to make him whimper again.

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Girl At The Rockshow Part 4

Characters: Jensen Ackles (xreader). Mac(o.c), Greg(o.c), Tommy(o.c)

Warnings: Language, Fluff,  Ended abusive/controlling relationship. Let me know if I forgot any. 

Summary: Getting dragged to that live show might have been the best thing that ever happened to you. Now you get to spend the day with Jensen as he shows you around Austin. 

Word count: 6.950 words

A/N: I know this one is a little longer, but I couldn't stop. I had fun writing this one. Hope ya'll enjoy it. 💗

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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{} Jensen’s P.O.V {}

His heart warmed as he watched her face light up with excitement.  Her eyes wide and that smile. Damn that smile, he would do just about anything to see that smile on her face.

 “Aw, look, how cute!” She pointed to the cowboy boot with hand-painted zip liners on both sides.

“Ya know, There’s an old wives’ tale. If you get your picture with the boot, you’ll have good luck for the rest of your days. “He said as he pulled into the parking lot.

 “Ackles, if you wanna take a picture with me you could just ask, you don’t have to make crap up ya know.” She giggled.

 He smiled. “Good to know darlin’, but I swear it’s a thing.” He found an empty spot and pulled in.  Ok Jensen, don’t chicken out again, he thought as he turned the car off, but he didn’t have time to. As soon as he looked at her, she grabbed his face and pulled it to hers. Electricity ran through his veins when her lips touched his He twisted his fingers in her hair and her lips parted. He accepted the invitation and felt her breath hitch as he rolled his tongue over hers. The small moan of hers sent shivers down his spine. He craved her, her scent, her laugh, her happiness, her touch, her mouth on his. He wanted all of her and wanted to give her all of him. At that moment there was no doubt that he was falling, and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.  He didn’t want the kiss to end, but his stupid lungs needed air. He rested his forehead as they both caught their breath.

 “Wow,” she whispered. Making him smile. He pressed his lips to hers again. Soft and sweet this time. He nuzzled her nose again. “We are going to be late.” she playfully said.

She pressed her lips to his again. “A couple minutes won’t matter,” he said as leaned over and grabbed the bar under the seat, and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. She slowly slid onto his lap, straddling him. His hands found her hips as she brought her lips down to his again. Not waiting for an invitation this time, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She knocked off his hat and ran her fingers through his hair. He let out a growl as she gently tugged. She started to rock. He grabbed her hips and stopped her movement. “Baby, you keep doing that, we won’t be going in at all.” She giggled.

“Fine, I'll be good.” ⁶She gave him another quick kiss and got back in the passenger seat.

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{} Reader’s P.O.V{}

 “You ready for this cowgirl?”

“I sure am, cowboy. Are you ready for this?”  You asked opening your door.

“Yes ma’am.” He put his hat back on and opened his door.  You got out and waited for him at the back of the Impala. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers.

As you walked up to the welcome center you noticed a sign that read reservations only and gave all the info. Including a 48-hour notice “Aw, looks like we can’t do this today.”  You pointed at the sign with a bummed expression.

“We have one.”

“How? You didn’t even know me 48 hours ago.” You gasped. “Are you really psychic?”

He chuckled. “No. I know the owner. I called in a favor.” He said as he opened the door for you.

 “Jensen Michael Ackles. You used your celebrity status to get special treatment?” you said in a playful tone.

  “Wrong on both, I know the guys from high school. He owed me a favor and he happened to have a cancelation today, so we slipped into their spot. He said as he opened the door. “And that’s not my middle name.”

“Jensen Paul?”

“Wrong again.” He smiled. You whipped out your phone and brought up Google. “Ok, ya freakin’ cheater. “

“Ok fine.” You put your phone away as you walked to the desk. “But I think I should at least get a hint.”

“Ok. Think your favorite...”

“Jensen!!” You both turned when you heard his name.

“Tommy, how’s it going man?” Jensen greeted him

“Good. I didn’t know you were coming in today.” Tommy said as he sat some equipment down on the desk.

“Greg owed me one and he had a cancellation today. So, I kind of broke the rules.” He grimaced. “Tommy. This is (y/n). She’s new to these parts. So of course I had to bring her here.”

 “Well, hello there little lady. Nice to meet ya.” Tommy shook your hand and then joked with Jensen. “You break the rules? Never.”

You looked at Jensen with raised eyebrows. “I have no idea what he’s talking about.” He said. You smiled and shook your head.

“Hey, Greg. Your guests are here.” Tommy said into his walkie-talkie. “I got some time. I’ll get them started for ya.”

“Oh, Thanks bud. I’ll meet you in the training room.”  The walkie said back.

“Alright, guys. I’m gonna get you started.”  Tommy grabbed some paperwork. “we are gonna go into the training room, we have a video, a small test, and some paperwork to fill out.  Then you can do the hike if you want. After that, we can do some practicing on the miniature zip line. Then we go to the big boys. Jensen, I know you have. (Y/n) have you ever zip-lined before?”

“Once, a while ago.”  You admitted.

“All good. If you follow the rules, you will be 100% safe. Follow me.”

You followed Tommy to the training room and sat down.  Tommy started the video and once the video ended he brought over the paperwork. He went over all the procedures and safety rules. “Any questions?” you both shook your head “Alright, sign at the x.” You signed your name and looked over to see Jensen’s fancy signature. “Alright turn the page.” Tommy went over the rest of the papers and had you sign where you needed to. You answered the questions at the end and Tommy took them from both of you.

You heard the door behind you open. “Jensen!” Greg said as he entered the room.

“Greg. What’s up man?” they did a little handshake. “(y/n)” Jensen said as he turned to you. “Greg, Greg (y/n)”

“Pleasure to meet you (y/n).” He stuck his hand out to you “Jensen, wouldn’t shut up about you on the phone.”

“Oh really?” you asked as you shook his hand.

“Greg shut it,” Jensen said with pink cheeks.

“All done with training?” Greg looked at Tommy.

“Yep, just finished looking over their questionnaire. Good to go.” Tommy said putting all your papers into folders.

“Did you guys want to go on the hike?” Greg turned back to you and Jensen.

“What ya say darlin’?” Jensen asked you.

“Sure.” You would take all the time with Jensen you can get.

“Alright, I’ll grab some water and meet you guys on the back patio,” Greg said as he opened the door for you. You gestured for Jensen to go first. He grabbed your hand and led the way.

You stopped in the doorway to the back patio. The view was stunning.

“Right?” Jensen said looking back at you.

You walked up to the half wall on the far side of the patio and took it all in. You smiled as Jensen came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You guys ready?” Greg said walking through the door. You let out a small yelp as Jensen picked you up and spun around. Greg shook his head and smiled. “it’s about half a mile worth of hiking. Sound good?” You nodded. “ S’go” he walked off the back patio. Jensen unwrapped his arms as the two of you followed.

 “So (y/n) where ya from?” Greg asked as you guys started on the trail.

“I moved here from Madison, Wisconsin.”

“Madison? That’s a pretty big city.” Greg replied

“Yeah, I’m kind of used to the big city life. Before that, it was New York City.”

“Oh, So a real city girl huh? Why’d you leave the Big Apple?”

“Ya know young dumb, met a guy thought it was a forever kind of thing, moved to Madison for his job. It wasn’t so now I’m here.”  You said, hoping he wouldn’t ask about your ex.

“So, Jensen told me you’re fixin’ to become a Physician’s Assistant.”

“Oh, did he now?” You looked at Jensen and he started looking up in the sky.

“You guys see that bird?” He tried to change the subject. “Pretty cool huh?”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Greg. “Well not really fixin' to. There’s a P. A position open at my friend’s practice. I said I was gonna call about it.”

“There’s no way anyone would turn away a Columbia graduate.”

You turned back to Jensen. “Another really cool bird,” He pointed toward the sky.

“Did he happen to give you my social and credit score too?” you said in a playful tone.

They both laughed. “Uhh no and if you get notified of a new card, that totally wasn’t me.”

You chuckled. “What else did he say?”  you asked as you guys made it to the first hilltop.

 Greg’s phone started to ring. “Shit. I gotta take this. Sorry guys, enjoy the view I’ll be right back.” He answered as he started to walk away.

“So..” you said turning to Jensen.

“A lot of really cool birds out today huh?”

You chuckled. “Can you knock it off with the birds?”

“So, I told my friend Greg about you.” He said smiling

“Oh, you don’t say.”

“Yes, and I’m planning on telling my friend Jared all about you too.” He said as he started walking toward you.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” Taking your face in his hands as he got to you, he leaned down

“Sorry again,” Greg said walking back up to you.

“The king of timing everybody,”  Jensen said as he stared into your eyes.

You giggled and the three of you started hiking again.

There weren’t any more interruptions for the rest of the hike. Greg pointed out all the lines you would be going across. Your heartbeat quickened just thinking about it.

“Alright, any questions, concerns, comments?” Greg asked once you got to the end.

“Nope,” you said.

He looked at Jensen. “One. Has anyone ever hit a bird while ziplining?” Greg let out a belly laugh. You gave Jensen a puzzled look. “There was a guy, it was a thing. One of those you had to be there things.” He said as you guys stepped back on the patio.

“You guys want a snack or anything before we start practicing?”

“No thank you.” You told him and Jensen shook his head.

“Ok. Jay, help me grab this stuff, will ya?”

“Yep. Be right back, sweetheart.”

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“Dude spill!” Greg said when they got into the building.

Jensen sighed. “Greg.”

“Oh, come on. I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her. Not even.”

“Alright, alright.” Jensen cut him off.

“I’m just sayin.”

“I know.” Jensen sighed “Well come on, tell me how crazy I am.”

“Well, it is kind of fast, but I guess when you know you know.” Jensen huffed and picked up the gear. “She looks at you the same way bro. “Greg picked up the rest of the gear and started to walk away. A wide smile spread across Jensen’s face as he followed.

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Your phone started to ring as you sat down at one of the patio tables. You tapped the green circle. “Mac, what’s up?”

“Oh, ya know just making sure you’re alive since you haven’t checked in all day.”

“Sorry, I was a little busy.”

“So whatcha doin’?”

“Bout to go zip lining. How bout you?”

“Zip lining with Jensen Ackles? Lucky!!”

“I know. Oh, guess what?!”

She gasped “Oh my god!! You fucked him? Tell me everything!”

“McKinley Jane!!”

“Oh, come on. I won’t judge.”

“No.” you rolled your eyes “I drove baby.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Are you having fun?”

“Yes.”

“Is he being nice?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Ok well be safe.”

“Yes, Mom.”

 “Wait, You’re on the pill, right?”

“I’m hanging up now Mac.”

The boys walked back through the door carrying harnesses, helmets, and ropes.

“I love you”

“Love you too.”  You noticed Jensen’s attention turn to you. You tapped the red icon on your screen.

“Mac, making sure my organs were still intact and not on the black market.”

“Well, the day isn’t over yet.”  He said bringing your gear over to you. "And I bet I could get a pretty penny for you.” He said with a wink as he held out your harness.

“Yeah, but then you’d never get to kiss me again.” You said, stepping into it.

“You’re right. Not worth it.” He clasped and tightened the straps.

“Alright, the practice area is right over here.” You both followed Greg. Climbing up the tower, your heart started to race. Greg went over everything you needed to know. “You wanna try it?” you nodded. He hooked you up to the line. Jensen was on the other platform to help you if needed. He showed you how to unhook and hook up. You got the hang of it pretty quick.

“You ready for the big ones, cowgirl?” Jensen asked.

“I think so.” You replied. You unhooked yourself and the three of you headed for the first line.

“There is water at every checkpoint. If you get thirsty just let me know.” Greg told you as you walked up the stairs. Your heartbeat increased with every staircase. As you reached the top, Grep asked.  “Alright, who’s going first?” You pointed at Jensen and they both smiled. Greg made sure his gear and hook-up were secure. He zoomed down the line. You watched with a smile. “He won’t say it out loud, but I can tell he’s got it bad,” Greg said as he hooked you up and checked to make sure everything was secure. “And I know I know I don’t know you that well, but I’d put money on you feeling the same.”

“Are we being stupid?”

“Darlin’ “It is fast, and it might be scary, but I haven’t seen him like this in a very long time. If you are both happy, I’m not judging.”

 You smiled.

 “Alright, You ready for this?” Your heart was pounding, and your chest was tight. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Go when you’re ready.”

You put all your weight on the zipline and suddenly you were zooming through the air. It was all so much to take in, the view, the adrenaline, the feeling of freedom. It was exhilarating. As you came up to the next hook-up area you noticed Jensen had his phone out taking pictures. “Really Ackles?”

“Yeah. You got to be the photographer at Barton. I get this. “He said unhooking your harness. He pulled you close and took a selfie of you two with the view behind you. He snapped another as he kissed you on the cheek. You turned your face and kissed his lips.

“I got first on the next one. If I have to take zip-lining pictures so, do you.”

“Deal.” He said with a grin. Greg came down the line and unhooked himself. “She’s going first, next boss.”

“You feel comfortable unhooking?”

“Yep,” you answered. Greg checked your harness, gave you a nod and you were sailing through the air again. You unhooked when you got down there. You got your phone out and started taking pictures of the view. When you could see Jensen, you started taking pictures of him.  His smile was radiant. Then he started making goofy faces. “You freaking goofball.” You said as he unhooked himself.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“Sorry, we ran a little bit over Greg.” Jensen apologized walking into the welcome center.

“It’s cool, dude.” He helped you take off your equipment as Jensen took his off. “thanks for coming out. Jensen, let’s not make it so long next time, k?”

“You got it.”  

Greg turned to you. “(y/n) it was nice meeting you. Hope to see you again soon.” He raised his eyebrows and Jensen as you guys walked to the front door.

“Don’t worry you will,” Jensen said, winking at you.

Greg smiled. “Have a good night, guys. Be safe going home.”  He said opening the door for you.

“You too, bye bud,” Jensen said and you waved. He put his arm around your shoulders as you guys started walking back to the Impala.  Your arm automatically went around his waist. He tightened his arm as he kissed the top of your head. “So, you and Greg talk about anything interesting up there?”

“No, not really. Just you.” You giggled.

He chuckled  “Anything you want to share?” He asked opening your car door.

“Nope.” You said and got in the car. He shook his head and walked around the car.

He got in and turned to you. You looked at him with a puzzled look. He leaned towards you and put his arm around your waist, grabbed your right hip, and slid you to him until you were right next to him. “That’s better.”  You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

He started to pull out of the lot.   “Shit. The boot picture.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s a tradition.” He put the car in park and pulled you out of the car. You guys walked over and took a few selfies.

“You want the scenic route or highway?” He said getting back into the car.

“If I’m given the choice. Always scenic route.”

“Noted. “He turned right onto Country Road 1492. “So what game are we playing on the way back?”

“Hmmm.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and googled road games. “There’s would rather, The compliment game, Two truths, and a lie...”

“What’s the compliment game?”

You scroll back up and in your best ad voice, you read the description “Ready to get all ooey-gooey with your partner? Begin with the first letter of the alphabet and compliment something you like about them, starting with that letter. Arms, boobs, zippers, you get the idea.”

He chuckled. “Well, that could get interesting. You go first.”

“Well, are we starting with A?”

“Whatever you want babe.”

“Ok. Your Arms.” You said.

“You can’t use the same thing as the description.”

“Oh, I didn’t know we were in a championship match where the rules matter,” you giggled, and he laughed. “Besides you do have really nice arms.”

“Well thanks, Banter. I love your banter.”

You smiled. “You’re Charisma.”

“You’re Delightful Personality”

 “Your enchanting smile. “

He gave you a goofy smile. “Your face.” He left onto Ranch Roach 12 N. “It’s pretty dang cute.”

“Thanks.” You said with warm cheeks. “Handsome.”

“Intelligent.”

“I wouldn’t say...”

“You can’t argue with the compliments.”

“Whatever you say Ackles.” you thought for a second. “Jawline.”

He chuckled. “Your kindness.”

“Your lips.” You said and he looked at you. “They are very nice.”

“Good Manners.”

“When you get nervous. It’s pretty adorable.”

He smiled. “You’re very optimistic”

You smirked at him.  

“Your personality”

“Oh, your quick wit.”

“Your rear-end.”

“Your smile. I love that freaking smile.” He confessed and your cheeks got warm again.

“You’re Talented... at everything apparently”

“You are unforgettable.”

“Your voice.”

“You are warm-hearted.” He said stopping at the right light and he stopped and turned right onto Ranch to Market Rd 3237.

“How did I get stuck with X?”  You pulled out your phone again.

“Quit cheating.”

“I’m not cheating. I’m making sure this word means what I think it means. “You searched the word. “Ah ha. I was right. Xenodochial.”

“That is not a word. “

“Yes huh. It says right here. From Greek meaning friendly to strangers, xenodochial is a highly intellectual-sounding word for friendly. Pronounced zeena-doh-key-ul.”

“Whatever. You.” You looked at him. “If you can use a made-up word, I can use the word you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Zesty.”

He stopped at the red light. “Well, that was a quick game.”

“Fun though.” He nodded in agreement.  “Would you rather have the power to never feel physical pain or never feel emotional pain?”

“Never feel emotional pain.” he thought for a minute.” Would you rather have the power of telekinesis or telepathy?”

“Oh, that’s a good one. Telekinesis. “

“You wouldn’t wanna fuck with people and read their thoughts?” He asked playfully.

“No there might be some thoughts I don’t wanna know.”

“Good point.” He slowed down for the car that pulled out in front of him with a sigh.

“Would you rather watch a sunrise together or stargaze under a moonlit sky?”

“Stargaze.” He slowed again as the car turned off. “Thank goodness,”

“You in a hurry, there sweetheart?” you asked.

“Nope just road rage.” he thought for a second. “Would you rather give up your favorite food forever or give up sex?”

“Food. That was on an episode of Friends once.”

“Interesting and I know.”

You smiled “Would you rather give or receive a lap dance?”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Receive. Would you rather skinny dip in a lake or the ocean?”

“Ocean, would you rather tie someone up or be tied up?

“Oh, we getting spicy now? I’d rather tie someone up.” The way he looked at you gave you goosebumps.

“Maybe. You scared, Ackles?”

He licked his lips. “Would you rather be dominant or submissive in the bedroom?”

“Submissive.  Would you rather always be on top or always be on the bottom?”

“Top.” He slowed down for the roundabout. He took the last exit before making the complete circle onto Ranch to Market Road 150. “Would you rather have sex with the lights on or off?”

“Like pitch black?”

“Yep.”

“It depends.”

“On?”

“Who I’m having sex with.”

“Ok... me.” He said shyly

“Definitely lights on.”  You said, making him chuckle. “Would you rather only be able to have sex doggy-style or in missionary?”

“Missionary.  Would you rather have sex in the shower or in a car?”

“Hm, I don’t know shower sex can be great, but” you looked in the backseat. Jensen laughed,

“So. Would you rather watch someone masturbate or have someone watch you?” you asked.

“Depends on who we are talking about.”

“Me”

“Watch.” He slowed down to turn right onto Ranch to Market Rd 1826. “I wanna know your answers to the ones you asked me.”

“So, I’d choose never to feel emotional pain. Stargaze. I’d rather give a lap dance. Was the third tie up or be tied up?” He nodded. “I’d rather tie someone up. Um, top or bottom. Bottom, but I like both. Missionary. And be watched.”

“That’s interesting.”

“Yea Freud your turn. “

“Telepathy. I’d give up food. I’d rather skinny dip in the ocean. What was the next one?”

“Dom or sub?”

“I’m more of a dom, but don’t mind being submissive now and then. Lights on. And shower.”

“Interesting.”

“I do have a serious question for you.” He said.

“Ok? Shoot.”

“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t”

“Just ask the question Ackles.” You smiled  

“What happened with your ex?”

“Oh,” You sighed. “I met James in a very dark time in my life. At first, he was nice, thoughtful, and attentive. After my mom died, I had nobody, in New York and he took advantage of all that. We moved in together after dating for a while and he got promoted, but the job was in Wisconsin. I didn’t want to be alone again, so I went with him. We were together for 5 years. About 3 and a half 4 years in I started to see his controlling and mentally abusive behavior, but he had drilled into my head so many times that I was nothing without him I actually believed it. So, I was stuck. I emotionally checked out of the relationship, but still went through the motions. One day I came home from work early. I caught him and the neighbor in bed together, but of course, it was my fault, because I was so detached from our relationship I drove him to cheat. Weird thing I really didn’t care. That was my way out. So, I moved out and found an apartment in Stoughton closer to the bank I worked at and never looked back. Zoey bought a house about 6 months ago, Mac and I had already made plans for me to move in when she moved out. We were just waiting for renovations to get done. So, I was going to leave him anyway, me catching him just pushed it up.”

“What a stupid asshole. I’m sorry darlin’,”

“He was, but like I said earlier things are looking up. I am living with Mac, getting back into medicine.” he dramatically cleared his throat, and you laughed. “I got to spend the day with Jensen freaking Ackles. Things are better. So, I’m not gonna dwell on the past.

He smiled. “Your turn. Ask me anything.”

“Anything?” you asked.

“Yes. Anything.”

“Why did you get divorced?”

“No, there’s no big story, there were no scandals, and there’s no bad blood between us. I had known Heather for years, but we reconnected when filming a movie in 2011. We started dating, and after 4 years she gave me an ultimatum either I propose, or we break up. I really did love her.  So, I asked her to marry me. We were engaged for 3 years. Got married in 2018. The first 2 years were good.”  He slowed and turned right onto TX-45 E. “Then we decided we were ready to start trying for rugrats. After a year of trying and nothing happened, we went to a specialist. It turns out some couples are just not meant to have kids together. I think that’s when we started falling out of love.” He got on the ramp for the TX-1 Loop N. You started stroking your thumb on the top of his hand. He tightened his fingers in response. “She really wanted to be a mom, and I couldn’t give that to her, so I sat her down one night and gave her an out. Clean break, we worked everything out before we even got the lawyers involved. Like I said there wasn’t any bad blood, we just couldn’t give each other what we wanted in life.”

“So you can’t have kids?”

“Well, I haven’t tried since,” he chuckled. “The specialist we went to said individually we were fine. My counts were good, hers were good, they just told us something along the lines of her uterus didn’t like my sperm.”

“What a stupid uterus!” you blurted out.

He lifted his head and let out a laugh. “I got another question,” he said as he took the exit onto TX-71 E “Well 2 actually. First Are you hungry?”

“A little. I was thinking of ordering a pizza or something when I got home.”

“You sure?” he asked. You nodded. “Alright, second question. You have been cheated on, that’s what pushed you to leave him. Why were you so understanding when I told you about me?”

“One, you were honest about it. You could have just said no, although I probably would have found out at some point. I mean I do have Mac” you chuckled. “Two, when he cheated, he blamed me. You did the opposite; you admitted you fucked up. Three, I could tell you were remorseful about it.”

“Alright, then Freud.” He said making you chuckle.  He merged onto the highway. He slowed down for traffic and then came to a stop. “Ya know there’s one bright side to rush hour traffic.”

“Oh yeah? What’s.” you looked at him and your words were cut short as he touched his lips to yours. He gave you a couple more pecks and then turned back forward as the cars started moving.

He took the exit toward Woodward St. Then he continued merging onto E Ben White Blvd. “These exits are so confusing.”

“It’s not bad after you get used to it.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re great at everything.”

“Most things, but not everything.” He joked.

“Name one thing you're bad at?” He looked at you. “Bet you can’t.” You said with a smile.

“I’m pretty bad at golf.” He said turning right onto Todd Lane.

“I don’t believe you.”

He laughed. “Well, darlin’ I am. I still have a lot of fun when we go, but I do suck.” You just stared at him and blinked. “Alright come with me next time and see for yourself.” He raised his eyebrows.

“I might just have to take you up on that Ackles.”

“I hope you do.” He said as he circled through the roundabout to E St Elmo Rd making you smile. He followed the curve where the road turns into Nuckols Crossing Rd and then slowed down to turn into the entrance of your apartment complex. “I’m gonna need that code again sweetheart.” He punched the numbers as you said them.

Jensen pulled into your driveway. The house was dark, and the driveway was empty. He put the car in park and brought his left hand awkwardly around the steering wheel to turn the key off. “You could have asked for your hand back.”

 “It’s just fine where it’s at,”  he said as he leaned his head against yours. “Where’s Mac at?”

“I’m not sure. She didn’t say anything about going out when we talked earlier.” You unlocked your phone and called her, putting her on a speaker.  

“Please tell me you fucked him.” Jensen let out a belly laugh, and your face turned red.

“Why did I think it was a good idea to put you on speaker.”

“Yeah, you should know better. Hi Jensen.” Mac said not skipping a beat.

“Hi, Mac.” He replied.

“So how was it?” she asked.

“Mckinley.”

“I’m just messing with you. Hey Jensen, how red is her face right now?”

“Pretty freaking red.”

Mac laughed.  “I don’t know why I’m friends with you.”  You teased.

“you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah, where are you?”

“Right here.” She pulled into the driveway beside Baby. She rolled down her window and you leaned and did the same. Jensen’s hand fell to your back. “I had dinner with my dad.”

“Oh, how is he?”

“Good. He said hi, he loves you, and he can not wait to see you.”

“I’ll have to call him tomorrow.”

“Yeah, unless you wanna hear it.”

You turned back to Jensen when he started to chuckle. “What’s so funny over there?”

“Nothing.” He said rubbing your back. You squinted your eyes at him. “It was cute how y’all were talking through your windows instead of getting out of the car.”

Your jaw dropped. “Jensen Andrew Ackles. Are you trying to kick me out of your car?”

“Wrong.” Mac and Jensen said at the same time.

“Well, that’s annoying!” you said loud enough for her to hear.

He chuckled. “Darlin’ I would never kick you out of anything. It was just cute.”

“Sure, sure.” You teased. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat. Are you inviting me in for dinner?”

“Well, I can’t eat a whole pizza by myself.”  

He chuckled. “How could I say no to that heart-warming invite?”

You smiled. “Come on,” you said as you started to roll the window up.

Mac stopped you. “Hey, I got something for you in my trunk. Help me grab it.”

You leaned back up toward Jensen and kissed the tip of his nose. “Apparently she has something for me.” He laughed as he got out of the car. He held its hand out to help you. You took it. “I’ll be right back.”  He nodded with a smile, and you started walking toward Mac’s trunk. You found a huge box wrapped in red and black buffalo plaid wrapping paper and a big black bow on top.  Your eyes watered when you saw the oversized nametag on top.  “Love Dad #2” you read out loud. “Mac, he didn’t have to.”

“Do you really think we could have stopped him?”  she asked. Then peeked around to Jensen. “Do you want me to scram? I can have Z call me with an emergency. “She whispered.

You laughed. “No. You don’t have to do that. “

“You sure?”

“Yes, Mac. I’m not kicking you out of your own house. And it’s the first date., I’m not fucking him. You said as you and Mac leaned in picking up both sides of the box. You guys started walking with it.

“Are you freaking serious right now?” Jensen said walking over and taking the box from the two of you.

“We could have got it,” you told him.

“Just go unlock the door, sweetheart.” You did as you were told and then led him through the house to the kitchen.  He sat down the box on the table as you pointed to it.

“What’s your favorite pizza place that’s close?” you asked him.

“Uh, Closest would-be Dominions.” He said walking towards you.

“That’s not what I asked,” you played your foot like you were gonna step back.

“The pizza den.”  You brought your foot back underneath you and stayed put. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“What do you want on it?” you said wrapping yours around his midsection.

“Whatever you want.”

“Ok pineapple and anchovies it is.”

He sighed and you giggled. “If that’s really what you want.”

 “Bacon, sausage, and pepperoni?”

“Please,” he said and you searched for the number and tapped call. It started to ring when Jensen asked for the restroom. “You pointed to the downstairs half-bath, and he walked that way. Mac cleared her throat, catching you checking him out. A man answered and took your order, you gave him your address and card info.

“Give us about 20 minutes. We’ll have it right over.”

“Thank you”

“Thank you.” He hung up

“So, what did you guys do today?”

“Do you like my boots?” you walked around the counter and did a strut.

“Very cute. Allen’s?”

“Yep. How did you know?”

“That’s the best place to buy boots in Texas.”

“You want a beer?” you as

“Sure.” He answered.

“Mac?” she raised hers up. You got 2 bud lights out of the fridge and slid one across the bar to Jensen.

“Thank ya miss.” You tipped your hat at him again. “I’m gonna have to bring you some good beer from the brewery one day.” You rolled your eyes.

You completely ignored his comment. “Oh Mac, guess who we ran into today at Paperboy?” you said with a grin on your face. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Freaking Jared Padalecki!!” you said very enthused. “Can you believe it? Dean Forester in the flesh baby.”

Mac laughed. “Oh my god!! What was he like?” Jensen closed his eyes and sighed.

“He was so tall and cute. I would hate to be the person who had to star in a TV show with him.  Anyone that had to stand next to him must look so short,” you both looked over and Jensen’s face was in his hands. You looked back at each other and started cackling.

“Are you done?” Jensen asked.

“Yes sweetie,” You took a drink “He does seem really nice though. A giant goober. His wife is gorgeous.”

“You got to meet Gen too?” Mac asked and you nodded, “If you tell me, you met Mark Sheppard, I am breaking up with you.”

You laughed. “Yeah, like you’d break up with me.” The doorbell rang and Jensen got up and reached for his back pocket. “Um no. I’ll get it and I already paid for it” You stuck your tongue out and walked out. You walked to the door and opened it.

“Hey there.” the guy said. “Last name?” you told him the name “Phone number?”

“Why do you need my phone number?

“Oh, it’s for me.”

“Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

“Figures. Enjoy” he handed you the pizza and turned to walk away.

You turned around to Jensen in the kitchen doorway holding 2 beers. “Why haven’t I heard of this boyfriend?”

“Well come sit down, I’ll tell you all about him.” You put the pizza on the coffee table and Jensen sat down on the couch. “I’m gonna grab some paper towels. Do you need anything else?”

“Nope, I’m good. Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Do you want any pizza?” you said grabbing the roll of paper towels.

“No babe I’m good.” She said as she started towards the stairs. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Mac, you don’t have to.”

“It's fine. I don’t wanna be the 3rdwheel. But I want more details later.”

“Deal.” You said. She went up the stairs and you walked back into the living room.  

“Did you sneak a call to him?” you knitted your eyebrows. “Your boyfriend.”

“Oh of course.” You walked over and sat on the couch. “He’s good in case you were wondering.” You smirked, “And he isn’t my boyfriend yet, but fingers crossed.”

He grinned as he opened the pizza box and put his hand out. You reached in and took a slice. “Looks good.”

“So, tell me about him.” He said grabbing a slice.

“Well, he’s tall. Not Jared tall, but close.” He smiled. You took a bite. “mmmmm” you said as you chewed. After you swallowed you said “He is so handsome. Picture a Greek god in a t-shirt and jeans.”

He nodded as he chewed. “So, he’s got the looks, but does he have the car?” he asked after he swallowed.

“Oh yeah, she’s a beauty.” you took another bite and leaned back on the couch. “Do you wanna watch something?”

“I know of this great show.” He said, smiling.

“If I start supernatural with you and not Mac, she will kill us both.”

“Good point.” He picked up the remote and turned the TV on. He scrolled to the Netflix app and hit enter. There were 3 profiles. You, Mac, and Zoey. The 3 pictures were of ugly alien creatures. “Ok?”

“It’s a thing we do. We will go onto each other’s profiles and change the pictures to  the ugliest or strangest creatures we can find.”

He chuckled. “What have you been watching?” he asked opening your profile. “Selling sunset? The circle? Love is Blind? Really?”

“My guilty pleasure is reality shows. I can’t help it the cheesier the better.” He chuckled and opened Selling Sunset “Really Jensen?”

“I just wanna see.” You were only a few episodes into the first season. He ate his pizza and watched. “Well, she’s a real bitch.” He said when the episode ended.

“Oh my god. Jensen Oliver, are you getting into this?”

“Definitely not. Just making an observation.”  

You chuckled. “Oh, you know you’re going to binge it when you get home.”

“Oh yeah!” He said sarcastically.  “My middle name is Ross by the way.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”  

“Yeah, I would have never got that.”

You leaned up and kicked your boots off. You brought your legs up and then turned so your back was in his direction. You cleared your throat, and he smiled. He leaned back and raised his arm. You laid your head in his lap. He slid the scrunchie out of your hair and started running his fingers through it. “My hair is probably a ratty mess.”

“Nope. As soft as ever.” He said as he continued to play with your hair.  “What time are you getting your car tomorrow?” he asked.

“I think they open at 9.”

“What are you getting?”

“I’m not sure yet. A Lambo might be nice.”

He chuckled. “Does your not-yet boyfriend get to drive it?

“Maybe, if he plays his cards right.”

“Like playing with your hair?”

“And telling me how pretty I am. That nose nuzzle thing is pretty cute too.” He chuckled again. “Today was a lot of fun. Thank you.”

“Any time sweetheart.” He leaned up and kissed your forehead. “You look tired.”

“5 more minutes.”

“Deal.” He started humming as he played with your hair. “Alright, that’s it.”

“It’s not been 5 minutes.”

“You’re right it’s been 10 and you’re dozing.”

“Fine.” You sat up pouting.

He chuckled. “Don’t make it harder to leave than it already is.”

You stood up. “You want a water or soda for the road?”

“Water would be great.” You went into the kitchen and grabbed one of out the fridge. You walked back to him standing up stretching his arms above his head. You walked over and handed him the water. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You started towards the door.  You walked out on the porch and turned around.

“Call me after you get your car?” he asked as he pulled you into his embrace with his arms around your waist.

You wrapped yours around his neck. “I can do that.”   Stretching up on your toes you put your lips on his. His arms tightened around you and he leaned back lifting you off the ground.  He put you back down. Squeezing you in a quick hug before releasing his hold.

“Good night Mr. Ackles.”

He smiled “Good night darlin’ .”  He got in the Impala and blew a kiss as he started to drive away.

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 4

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

"What do you mean you're leaving?"

"You're so dramatic," Steve groans, rolling his eyes at Bucky as he makes his way to the door, "I'll be back in an hour. I'm just getting a few things so we're ready to move when we have to." 

"Then take her with you!" Bucky insists. 

Your eyes volley back and forth between the two men, not bothering to pretend that you're not listening to them talk about you. 

"It'll be quicker if I go alone."

Though he did ask you if you were okay with being left alone with Bucky given your tense encounters. You shrugged Steve off and told him you didn't care. Steve only wished Bucky was as ambivalent. 

"Fine, then I'll go with you!"

"We can't leave her alone."

"Well, I don't babysit."

"You're not babysitting because she's not a baby."

Bucky quickly steps in front of the door, wedging himself in the doorframe. "I mean it, Steve! What the hell am I supposed to do with her?"

"I don't know, maybe, and I know this seems a little far fetched, talk to her," Steve incredulously suggests. "Have a normal, civil conversation."

Bucky snorts, "With a Stark?"

"With another person. Don't you remember what it's like to be 17?"

"No, actually, I don't."

"You two will be fine." Steve peels Bucky away from the doorframe, stepping through the door. "I'll be back in an hour. Kid, you have the burner phone I gave you?"

"Yeah." 

"Call me if you need anything."

"Got it."

"Steve, I mean it - " Bucky begins to object again. This time, he's met with the door snapping shut before him. He stares at the door for a long moment. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath, "I'm gonna kill him."

Bucky barely acknowledges your existence as he walks back to his kitchen. He plops himself down at the table, staring at the wall in front of him.

You take this as an opportunity to smooth things over with him. Sure, you didn't really do anything to him, but your father was still mostly responsible for him and Steve being fugitives. You take the only other seat at the table, plopping yourself right in his line of sight. "You know, Steve's told me all about you. He made you sound a lot nicer though."

Bucky barely offers a grunt in response. 

"But I'm thinking that treatment is reserved for me. Because I'm a Stark."

Bucky continues to ignore you, shifting his intense glare to the small kitchen window.

"I don't blame you for what happened to my grandparents. I know it wasn't your fault."

For the first time since you met him, his gaze shifts to you, "Your father does." 

"But I'm not my father."

"Sure you are," Bucky remarks. "Apples don't fall far from the tree."

Your brows pull in. You loved your father. You loved him as your father, as a scientist, as an innovator. And still, you weren't blind to his temper, to his constant need to strive for bigger and better. He wasn't a person that could leave well enough alone. You knew that firsthand. "What does that mean?"

"It means, that it's really only a matter of time before that Stark arrogance and cutthroat ambition kicks in. All you morals, ethics, everything that's right or wrong, it'll mean nothing to you. Consequences be damned. Just like your father."

You're not sure that you're the person that's supposed to be hearing this. These words weren't meant for you, but he unloads it on you anyway. "Don't talk about my father like you know him."

"Isn't that what he did to you? Consequences be damned. He wanted to make his perfect little daughter a perfect super soldier." 

You shake your head over and over, "That's not true."

"Sure it is." He raises an eyebrow. "He's willing to use every single person in his orbit as his little experiments. There's not a single person that he isn't willing to use and discard. That's why you're here and not with him."

You shakily exhale, your voice tinged with laughter, "Ouch."

"Truth stings, doesn't it?"

"I was dying," you state, staring at Bucky. His eyes widen slightly as his face drops. He looks over at you. You stare down at the table, tears starting to fall down your face. "Cancer. That's why he did what he did. He was trying to save my life."

He remains quiet, though this time it's not of his own volition. You've left him speechless. You wordlessly stand up, and take a seat back on the couch to wait for Steve. You lift your knees up, propping your head on them, and pull the hood of your sweater up. 

For the remainder of the hour that Steve is gone, Bucky sits in the uncomfortable silence. He can't quite think of another time he's felt like a bigger jackass. 

And considering he's the reason you're upset, he's pretty sure he has no right to console you or to try to smooth things over without Steve's presence. 

The moment he hears Steve's familiar steps, he bolts for the door, quickly stepping outside into the hall. Steve's eyes widen as Bucky blocks Steve's entrance into the apartment. 

"Okay, now, don't be mad."

"Oh God," Steve groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"What did you do?"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I just want you to know that I didn't mean to. I just - I kinda lost sight of the fact that she's a kid. And that I wasn't talking to Tony Stark."

"What do you mean? Bucky, what the hell did you do?"

Bucky's mouth twists remorsefully, "I might've said some things... About her family. About how eventually she'll lost sight of all morals, ethics, and sense of right and wrong with that Stark ego. And I may have said something along the lines of her father discarding her and dumping her here with you."

Bucky cringes as he recounts each barbed word he threw at you. "But - but in my defense, I didn't think she'd cry - and - and I didn't know that she was dying. If you think about it, it's really on you for not telling me that. And that means this whole thing is sorta all your fault."

"My fault?" Steve squawks. "So she has to have cancer for you to be nice to - Wait, you made her cry?"

Bucky winces, "There may have been tears."

"I left you alone for an hour. One hour. How did this even happen?"

"Well, she just started talking. I was trying to ignore her, but she just kept talking. She went on and one, saying how you told her about me, that I was nice, and she didn't think I was to blame for her grandparents. I don't know, I just kinda snapped."

"So she, a 17 year old, a child, tried to be the bigger person and smooth things over with you, not that she really had to because she's not her father. And instead of being patient, or at the very least not yelling at her, you berated and insulted her and her family? That's what you're telling me?"

Bucky throws his arms up in exasperation, "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds really bad!"

"Because it is really bad!" 

"Okay, okay, I admit, I was being a jackass."

Steve rolls his eyes, "How did you leave it?" 

"I didn't get to say anything else. She just put her headphones in and sat on the couch with her hoodie up like an angsty teenager."

"She is an angsty teenager! She was on death's doorstep last week. This week, she's a fugitive with powers that she never wanted. I think that would make anyone a little angsty!" 

"Okay, okay! I already said I was being a jackass. Go talk to her or something. She's on the couch with her headphones in."

"Headphones?" 

"There those little things that you put in your ear - "

"I know what headphones are!"

"Okay," Bucky raises his hands in innocence. "No need to shout."

Steve grits his teeth, trying to remain calm in spite of the two children he was now looking after. "Just let me talk to her. Then, you can apologize."

"Fine," Bucky huffs like a petulant child. 

Steve walks through the door first. He spots you on the couch, "Kid?"

"I don't think she can hear you."

Steve holds up a finger, walking up to you and pulling on the loose headphone wire. He holds the wire up, showing Bucky that it's not connected to anything. He pulls down your head to find you staring up at him with a sly smirk on your face. 

Bucky sputters, "What the hell?"

"She doesn't cry," Steve explains. "And she didn't bring her phone with her. There's nothing to plug her headphones into. I'm surprised she even has them."

"Yes, I do cry," you retort. "I can cry."

"I can count on one hand how many times I've seen you genuinely cry. You can, however, cry on cue, but no, you don't cry." 

You narrow your eyes at Steve, "You don't know that."

"I've known you since you were five years old. That's how you used to get out of homeschooling."

A crocodile tear falls down your cheek, "But Uncle Steve.."

He points a disapproving finger at you, "Don't Uncle Steve me, that doesn't work on me anymore."

"Oh my God," Bucky exhales. "She's an actual psychopath."

"And you're an asshole!" you retort. 

"Language!" Steve remarks. He turns to Bucky, gesturing to you, "Now apologize."

"Me?" Bucky's eyes widen in disbelief. "She fake cried to make me feel bad."

"Do I need to remind you what you did?" Steve rhetorically asks. 

Bucky grumbles, "But, Steve..."

"There's two adults in this room, Bucky. Can you please act like one of them?"

"Don't bother," you object. "I head you from in here. You only feel bad because I had cancer. I don't need you to feel bad for me. I don't want to be here any more than you want me here."

"Okay, okay, can we all just calm down?"

Bucky scoffs, turning away from you, "Whatever, Princess."

"Whatever, Buchanan," you counter.

Bucky whirls around, glaring at you, "What did you just call me?"

"What's wrong, Buchanan?" you taunt. "You don't like the taste of your own medicine?"

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Princess. At least Buchanan is your name."

"I already told you to quit calling me that. No one calls me that. Who even -" He looks at Steve, who looks entirely fed up with you and Bucky. "Why? Why? Why would you tell her my full name?"

"In my defense, I was just telling her a story." Steve looks pointedly at you, "I certainly didn't think she'd use that against you."

"I have no regrets. He started it." 

Steve quietly mutters to himself watching as you and Bucky bicker back and forth. "How the hell did I end up here?" 

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You will forever be my always

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Summary: It's been months, and he's still obsessed.

Pairing: Tonowari/Omatikaya!Fem Reader

Word count: 4.7k

Overall warnings: teasing, hurt/comfort, implied character death, fluff, mourning, edging, eventual smut⚠️

All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to me.

A/N: This is my second original fic. English is not my mother language so if I have many spelling mistakes, please let me know. Hope you liked it <3

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Tonowari had been heartbroken, years back, when his mate had died during childbirth. Both Ronal and her baby died at the same hour. The clan grieved the loss of their Tsahìk; Tsireya and Aonung grieved the loss of their mother; Tonowari grieved for his mate and lost baby. 

That was a long time ago, 4 years back. Tonowari’s grief came to a halt the moment he met you, the eldest Sully sibling, allowing your family to stay. 

“You there. Sully child,” he called out to you, waving you over. 

“Yes, Olo’eyktan. What is it?” 

He gestured for you to follow. You noticed the other Na’vi staring as you passed by. He led you inside the chieftain’s marui. There, he shut the door-like fabric and sighed. 

“Come here.” 

“Is there something wrong?” you asked. 

Not saying anything else, the Olo’eyktan closed the distance between you two. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. Before you could speak, your lips were captured by the chief’s. 

You stood there for a moment until you snapped out of it and moved away from him. “W-what are you doing?!” 

He didn’t move, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He finally spoke. His tone was harsh, but not mean. More pleading than anything else. 

“Give me a chance.” 

“What do you mean? A chance...?” you questioned, bewildered and still shocked from what had happened before. 

Tonowari let one of his arms slide. The hand he had on your waist was slowly placed around your back, pulling you even closer to him before his hand started to move upward. Instinctively, your eyes closed halfway and went to look at the floor, blushing. 

“A chance at happiness. Let me make you happy.” 

“But... I don’t understand, you...” 

He stopped his hand from continuing the path it was making and sighed, trying to keep himself composed, hoping for your cooperation. Hoping for your understanding. With another movement, both his hands went to your waist again, holding you firmly. 

“Look at me, please.” 

You looked up at him hesitantly. His eyes held a lot of feelings you couldn’t decipher. 

Tonowari’s hands tightened around your waist a little bit more. A hand lifted itself to your chin, raising your head as he stared straight in your eyes. 

“Let me love you. I’ve waited and searched far and wide for someone like you. Someone who understands the grief of losing their partner, of losing someone precious to their life. I see that person in you.” 

You stared at him in surprise. “How did you know...?” 

He smiled at your confusion. It was obvious he was getting through to you. He finally spoke again, still gripping your chin to keep you looking at him. 

“A person’s eyes speak volumes. There is so much pain in yours, and I know how you feel. The only way to make it better is to allow someone to ease it for you.” 

“Tonowari, I... I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” you whispered, half scared and half anxious. 

His grip on your chin tightened. He leaned closer to you, until only mere inches separated your bodies. His hands slowly started to wander to your hips. 

“Let me make you ready.” 

You gazed at him. His gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, his splendid tattoos decorating his face... He was undeniable beautiful. The truth is that he caught your attention from the moment you saw him the day your family got here, but he always seemed so untouchable, so intimidating and serious. Not that it didn’t stop you from having sinful thoughts for several nights though. 

His hand moved further down from your hips and up to your back again as he continued to pull you towards him. Tonowari then let go of your chin, moving his other hand towards your neck with his thumb rubbing circles over your skin as his face moved closer to yours. Your breaths became heavier the moment your lips almost touched each other. 

“W-wait... what i-if someone sees us?” 

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his body. His hands traveled back to your hips again as he spoke. 

“Let them see. I am the Olo’eyktan. I can do what I want... and I want you.” 

“B-but... my parents, my siblings, your kids -” 

“Forget about them.” His grip tightened even more... to the point it almost felt like a pinch, though it may have just been his strength. “They’ll forget about it too once we are together. Once I make you mine for lifetimes to come.” 

You felt your heart would eventually burst out of your body with the speed it was beating. Suddenly, you could no longer think straight. The more you thought about Tonowari's words, the less you wanted to think at all. The amount of stress you had been subjected to for the last days had been crushing you. Your parents' expectations, the need to check on your brothers and sisters, the return of the sky people, the worry for spider, being forced out of your home and having to adapt to a new environment where its people did nothing to help you nor make you feel welcome. Even your past relationship, while sharing mutual affection, felt more like a duty to the people than a free choice. You no longer wanted to think about it. For once, you chose to be selfish. Tonowari was right there, declaring his feelings for you and after that simple proposal, your already dazed mind just snapped as you gave in and kissed him 

Tonowari was surprised when your lips pressed against his. Your kiss was passionate, hot, and most importantly, filled with emotion. This wasn’t just some innocent crush; this was a deep and meaningful need for each other. His hand slid up further, gripping your hair a little bit. His other hand slid back down, to your back again, as he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body. 

You couldn’t help that small moan that escaped from your mouth, but you no longer cared about being subtle. He had given his word that you would not be disturbed, and any rational thoughts you held on to had disappeared from your mind the second his skin touched yours. 

His hand moved to your side, where he scooped you up from your waist. His lips never left yours, the intense feeling of lust and love both being satisfied at the same time. His other hand slid down once more, and this time landed on your rear... holding you tightly against him. His breathing was heavy, but he didn’t care. He was ready to spend a lifetime of pleasure with you by his side. 

While this experience was extremely pleasurable to you, you were running out of air. He had no problem; he was Metkayina after all. They could hold on to their breaths for Eywa knows how long. However, despite having spent weeks in the clan, you were still learning. And the fact that this whole... everything had caught you by surprise didn’t help. Regretfully, you separated your lips from his and your breath came back in soft but hoarse gasps. 

He was breathing heavily as well, though not as much as you. His grip on your rear and back loosened slightly. He didn’t want to suffocate you. 

Tonowari stared at you with desire, his eyes flickering from your face to your body. He was about to say something when a knock was heard on the door. He growled low in his throat, annoyed at the interruption. 

You were equally upset, but the logical part of you told you that this was to be expected. He was the Olo’eyktan, the leader of the clan. If his people needed him, he should be always open to help in any way possible. After slightly regaining your composure, you moved away from him. “You should go see what they want. It could be something serious.” 

He nodded, his grip finally loosening fully. His face was flushed with adrenaline, and despite the fact that he was irritated at the interruption, he knew that you were right. He took a deep breath, walking over to the door and flapping it open. 

While he left to deal with whatever had happened, you silently just stood there. You began to feel a little uncomfortable with the passing minutes. He was standing right outside the door, but it still felt weird to be inside his home. Having nothing to do but wait, your eyes unintentionally began to wander around. You knew it was wrong to peek at his personal things, but you felt like it was okay. Sort of. After all, you both had been kissing just a little while ago. While looking around, you could see Tsireya and Aonung's separate pods. You imagined being part of the leader's family gave you such benefits. You also saw spears held in the walls, different tools and furnitures. Nevertheless, one object under a blanket caught your attention. A leather headpiece carved with a big seashell on its front. 

That headpiece was actually the symbol of the Tsahìk of a Metkayina clan. Tonowari had hidden it before you entered, as he didn't want you to see him as just a leader looking for a replacement, but as a man who loved and cared for you. 

After a few minutes, Tonowari eventually returned, shutting the door behind him. As he stepped inside, his eyes caught sight of you standing near his children's pods, staring at the headpiece in your hands. He slowly walked over to you. 

“Did this belong to the previous Tsahìk?” 

Tonowari’s eyes widened when you asked that. He didn’t expect you to recognize it as part of his clan’s tradition, and it was rarely used outside of ceremonies. 

With a nod, he replied with a soft tone. 

“Yes, it did. My mate, Ronal... she wore it during her time as Tsahìk. That is, until her death. Sadly, my children never had a chance to witness their mother rule as Tsahìk.” 

You hummed in understanding. It made sense for him to keep it. Ronal had been Tsahìk of the Metkayina and his mate for years. Still... 

Tonowari realized how you were staring at the headpiece, and how your eyes were still unmoving. He walked closer and picked it up, gently placing it on your head. A sign of him naming you the future Tsahìk. 

He spoke, his hands placing themselves on your hips. 

“If everything is alright with you, would you... come spend the night with me in my quarters? That is, if you wish to... become my life partner.” 

Although you had accepted Tonowari's previous offer, this was too much. Especially after spending time in his home. You suddenly realized how much you didn't belong in that picture. He had two children the same age as your brothers and sisters. He had had a loving mate who he still loved; you could see it the instant he looked at the headpiece. He had a life made up, and you weren't sure how you fit in it. “Tonowari, you can't just name me the Tsahìk of your clan. I'm only an outsider, and you already have Tsireya as Tsakarem. Besides, I haven't even finished my training.” 

Tonowari sighed softly, your rejection hitting hard. It hurt to see how you did not believe yourself to be a good match for him. He had thought that, perhaps, after all this time, you would grow to care for him and love him to the point where you would accept his office. He was wrong. 

He slowly removed the headpiece from your head, placing the ceremonial piece on its previous place. Then, he turned around, walking over to a bag hanging from the ceiling, opening it and rummaging around. 

You said nothing, hoping he didn’t take it very badly. In the best case, you could just forget about this and go back to your normal lives. Or maybe see each other without formalizing anything. At worst, you didn’t know what he would do. He was truly a gentle person but having power over a whole clan made him dangerous if he wanted to be. You just hoped your family wouldn’t get involved in this. Or find out at all. 

After a few minutes, Tonowari took out something. He walked over to you, holding out a necklace in his hand. It was carved from a seashell, with the same emblem as the headpiece, though this one looked like it was made for you. 

“This is a tradition I wish to begin. All Metkayina Olo’eyktans give a carved necklace to their intended. It is a sign of the beginning of a formal relationship. You have yet to answer, though. Will you be my mate for lifetimes to come?” 

You stared at the necklace. Ot was beautiful, shining with various sea colors that made it look like some kind of precious relic. It appeared to be the perfect size for you, too. He must have somehow figured out your measurements. “I... It’s beautiful. I thank you, truly, I do, but... are you sure you want me?” 

Tonowari nodded silently as you stared at the necklace. It was indeed the perfect length. He had studied your measurements on the few occasions he had happened to meet you at close range. 

He smiled at your gratitude, but his smile turned into a sad frown as you continued your questioning. 

“Yes, I am sure. If there was a doubt in my mind, I wouldn’t be giving you this necklace. I know that you are afraid, that you are insecure about being a proper match for me. But know this; my heart desires you.” 

You sighed, feeling like your world was about to crumble depending on what you would decide. But, in the end, you had made your choice long before this conversation. “As mine does for you.” You turned around, waiting for him to place it on you. 

He nodded again and moved to place the necklace around your neck. He was careful, not wanting to accidentally hurt you in any way. After securing it, he took you by your hips again, pulling you close to him. 

“Now that you belong to me, let us celebrate. Come,” he opened the door to his pod, leading you inside. 

Your steps started hesitant, then slowly gaining confidence. As your father would say: to hell with it. The more you thought about it, the better your choices seemed. Both of you were lonely, filled with responsibilities and under lots of stress and feelings too complicated to comprehend. This was a logical decision. There was nothing wrong with it. He was the leader of the clan, so what? You were Tsahìk- in-training, learning from your grandmother back in the forest and firstborn daughter of Toruk Makto. He was decades older than you? Well, there was not much to fix there. After being named a hunter and officially an adult, and having actively participated in the war as both a fighter and a healer, you felt mature enough. Besides, your family had begged to be allowed to stay here; becoming Tsahìk could help cement the decision. 

The moment you entered his room, he closed the door behind you. He took you by your hand, leading you closer to his bed. His other hand went to your back again, tracing your curves with his fingers. His grip was firm, but the way he handled you was gentle, as if he feared hurting you. After your body made contact with the bed, he slowly laid next to you, pulling you into his arms. 

His eyes never left you. He was watching intently you, looking to see if you were ready for this... 

You exhaled heavily, opening your eyes to look at him. To really See him, which you did. You saw his tired but shining eyes, his scars obtained after arduous battles, his tattoos symbolizing multiple feats and memories. And you felt seen by him. Your insecurities, your weaknesses, your worries. Your emotions were like a wild current, indomitable and fierce, but he was the shore, gentle and sturdy, ready to receive you and adjust to you no matter the force you inflicted. He was your wall, your support. And you were his spark, like a river that stopped his heart from drying out and filled him with new affection at the same time. Without saying anything, you reached for your braids. 

His heart skipped a beat as he saw you unbraid your hair. You were beautiful. Your silky hair was just begging to be brushed, just begging to be run through with one’s fingers. The way you moved towards him told him just how much you wanted this. He pulled you back into his embrace, pulling your head towards his to rest on his shoulder. A few moments of quiet passed as he just sat there like that, enjoying the peacefulness of the presence of your body against his. 

“I want you, Tonowari.” 

Tonowari closed his eyes as you muttered those words. Hearing them was what he had been waiting for. When the silence came right after, he pulled you even closer to him. He was your Olo’eyktan now, which meant that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you. This had been his wish for a long time, but now, he would make those wishes come true. 

“I want you too.” 

You slowly brought your kuru forward, letting the tendrils slowly interweave together with his. Right there and then, you felt it. Everything he was. Everything he had been. And everything he wished to be. With you. You closed your eyes again in pleasure, resting your head against his broad chest while your hands gripped his arms. Despite your previous experiences, this feeling could not be compared to them. The feeling of choosing and being chosen freely, without duties or expectations in the middle. It was impossibly liberating. You opened your eyes, watching through your completely dilated pupils the way he held you close and listening to his hard breathing. 

Tonowari held you close, feeling your hands grip his arms and feeling your body press gently against his. His breathing sped up, just as yours did. 

Your hands were brushing against the scars in his body, making him shiver slightly from the sensation. His muscles tensed underneath your touch, making his body move closer to yours. His breathing grew more erratic as your fingers tightened into his body. 

With a soft moan, he pulled you even closer, his hands grazing against your lower back and sliding towards your hips. 

You remained clinging to him as he took out your top and bracelets and pulled the cord holding your loincloth together. You gasped, feeling the cold air hit your now naked body. Combined with the newly made bond, everything you experienced felt multiplied by a hundred. Through it, you could see how Tonowari was looking at you, and it was turning you on too much for you to handle it. 

Just looking at your body made him want you more than he ever had before. Your curves were hypnotic as they swayed with your movements. Your hips and breasts moved like waves on the ocean. Your skin was iridescent and soft, making him want to run his hands all over it. 

He put his hands around your waist, bringing you to the edge of the bed. He slid the loincloth off, his eyes never leaving you as he did. Once he saw you fully naked in front of him, his jaw dropped. You truly were flawless. 

“Tonowari... I need you.” 

The sound of your voice was all needed to hear to snap him out of his trance. He pulled himself back to reality and gently laid you down, his gaze never straying your body. He slowly removed his garments as well. As he dropped each piece of his clothing, he stared at his body, unable to tear his eyes away from it. Finally, when he was completely naked, his eyes locked with yours.  

“Say that again.” 

“I need you.” 

Those simple three words, when spoken with such desire, made his body respond to your command instantly. In a few swift moves, he was behind you. His hands gripped your hips tightly. His body against yours, pressing against your back, his hot breath was blowing on your neck. One hand squeezed tight against one of your tights, while the other hand brushed against your back. 

“Again.” 

“I need you; I need you, Tonowari, please.” 

“You will always have me. I am yours, and you are mine. No one else can take me away from you. No one else can lay a finger on you. Not without suffering the consequences. You and your family belong to me now, and I mean that not as your leader, but as your mate. We belong to each other and all that comes with that. No one else will have you, and I would never let anyone take you away from me.” 

His words made your already rapid-beating heart quicken its pace even more. “Wherever our fates take us. I will stay by your side – be it from the forest to the sea, from the start to the end of our time, together.” 

Tonowari smiled. He was happy to know that you would stay by his side, no matter where or when. He knew that having you was the best decision of his life. 

“You are mine. Now and forever. There are no boundaries between us. We will face everything together, and I trust you whole-heartedly. Now,” he gripped your hips tighter, if possible. “Show me just how much you need me.” 

“How would you like me to prove myself?” you asked in a seductive tone. 

“Make me feel like I’m yours. Make me feel loved. Make me want to hold onto you like I’m drowning and you’re my only saving grip. Make yourself mine. Show me how badly you want and need me. Be wild, be daring, be passionate.” 

“Very well.” You leaned to whisper in his ear. “I will make you feel loved unlike anyone ever has. I will make you mine. And we will be truly united for ages to come.” 

Tonowari's entire body tensed up as you whispered in his ear. His fingers gripped your hips even tighter. The way you spoke about making him feel, the way you spoke about making him yours, it was enough to make his body tremble in pleasure just from the words.  

"Words sound good and all, but let's see if you can back them up." 

His free hand went to your chin, and moved your face forward, his mouth meeting yours in a deeply passionate kiss. 

While the two lost yourselves in the kiss, you subtly moved your body to be on top of him, your core meeting something hard, which made you release a moan that was drown by his lips. 

He smirked at your subtle move, as he felt your soft body on top of him. He loved that you weren't shy with him, that you were willing to claim what you wanted. He loved the noise you made and quickly responded, his mouth taking over yours. He was lost in the moment, and he had no plans of stopping any time soon. 

“Will anyone else be interrupting us? Your children?” While you were willing to let it passmthe first time, you couldn’t guarantee the safety of the next person who dared to interrupt you. 

“My children will not enter without warning...” He paused to laugh at the suggestion of them just barging in, and he shook his head. They would never just walk in with something this sensitive going on. “But if they’re ever curious, I’ll inform you. A code only for you to know.” 

“Like what?” 

He gave you a mischievous smile, as he thought of a word for a code. His mind immediately went to your name, but that would be too obvious. So, he decided to use a word linked with your family and clan, one that no one outside of your family would know. 

“If they ever walk in, just say: Meyo Na'vi, yotulka.” 

“What does that stand for?” 

“It means Child of the Forest, my love. Only members of the Metkayina clan would know what that means.” 

“Mmm, I like it. And hearing it from you makes it even more special.” 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto him. Your hips were pressed tight against his, your chest pressed against his. His forehead rested onto yours, as he looked into your eyes. 

“I have something else that I'd like to say to you before we continue. Do you want to hear it?” 

“Of course.” 

He grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest, your fingers feeling his heartbeat. 

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. I pledge it to be yours and yours alone. If it stops beating, that is because I would be dead. It shall only beat fast when you are near, because it wants to be close to you. And when you touch it, it shall thump slowly for you, because you are my only desire. My only love. And nothing can ever replace you.” 

“Tonowari, I love your caring words and affectionate speeches, and Eywa knows I would do unspeakable things for you, but please. Do not make me wait any longer.” 

He chuckled at you being so impatient, and he took that as his cue to finally take control. He took hold of your hips, his hands on your thighs. And he began to move you. Slowly at first, he began to move you in a circular motion, his hips pressing against yours. The more they moved, the more the rhythm sped up, moving your bodies together in sync. 

You whined at the sensation. You had fantasized about this moment for days, but it still felt incomplete. You needed more, needed him, to complete the bond in both body and mine. And he knew it. “Tono...wari... ah.” 

The moment he heard your whine filled with desire, it was all he needed to hear. He was at your command, following every whim of your body. Every movement you made was the signal he needed to bring his movements in tune with yours. He leaned forward onto your neck, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. He bit gently on your neck, letting the sensation send chills throughout your body. 

“Ah! Please, Ma’Tono... I want you now.” 

The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine, making him shudder in pleasure. Your body began to get him heated, making him want you even more. However, he just looked at you with a grin. You had said he spoke too much, so now he wished to tease you a little.  

“I like hearing you beg. Say it again.” 

“A-ah! Please!” 

Your desperation turned him on like no other. And he knew he'd have you screaming his name soon. 

“Still not a complete sentence. Say it again. And this time, say it like you really mean it. I want to hear it.” 

“Gah! Ma'Tonowari, I beg you. Grant me the honor of finally being able to join you, without any type of limit. Let our union be complete and we may be united until the end of our days. Let our bodies come together and the fruit of this exchange result in a new life” 

The moment you were done, he knew that the words that you felt towards him were more than just mere desire, but complete love and devotion as well. Your desire was his desire now. And it would always be that way. 

"The honor is mine to have you with me, my beloved. We are now one in flesh and in soul. This is our union. So, I command you, my love, to join with me, and let our union be perfected." 

“As you wish, my love.” And you dived in, eager to experience a future with him as your bodies became one. As your minds became one. Your love solidified in a moment, forever intertwined in a union that only they could truly understand. Their souls became one with their hearts beating in unison. And nothing would tear the bond they created. 

Vocabulary list: Marui (pods built in the giant mangrove-like trees alongside the shores and are protected from crashing waves by giant reef barriers), Tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), Olo’eyktan (clan leader), Tsakarem (Tsahìk-in-traning), Toruk Makto (toruk rider), Kuru (neural queue)

[popcornforone]

Bromance or Romance Part 1

A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic

Day 2 of Pedrotober

Masterlist

Day 2 & I thought Dieter would be the best person to have a Bromance as suggested in the story but as Dieter has a day coming up this is a part 1 of 2 (possibly 3 haven’t drafted that far yet) for them to get up to.

As always @norththelemon @alyssamariag thanks for the prompt list

Synopsis:- Dieter is an award Winner & you are tryign to get a few words for your interview but things don’t go to plan.

Word Count:- 500

Warnings over & above:- swearing, teasing, rudeness.

Thanks for the read peoples see you tomorrow for day 3

Dieter stands in front of you. He’s holding his award & you are ready to interview him. But it’s not going anywhere. You knew if he won the world plus more, would want to talk to him about his victory & how he’s the toast of town at the moment. Well for tonight anyhow. Most years Dieter would have easily have won most of the award, but it’s been tough. He’s won two before tonight & there’s only 1 more to go the biggie the one everyone wants.

Finally as people stop congratulating him you can start your interview. You have 2 minutes of air time to fill & as much as you just want to hug & cry on his shoulder, you’ve got to be professional. He beams at you, a secret smile just for you. You know what that smile usually means. You cough & start your interview.

“Dieter Bravo another award for the piano, congratulations”

“Just another day being fabulous me”

“Does this take pride of place in the middle or is that reserved for…”

“No no no” he interrupts “let’s not tempt fate before next week” he says with a wink. He knows you’ve got a job to do but he can still have fun. Plus you’ve both been superstitious as to what you both Don& say after each awards night, to see if that brings him more luck.

“I understand” you say “so your speech was…”

“Dieter!!!!!” & 2 arms fling around him from behind. It’s Kieran. He’s a really good friend of Dieters & they have been up against each other all awards season. Kieran has won the majority of the awards which he does deserve after 4 years of character development. Dieter only has 2 seasons under his belt.

“Kieran!!!” Dieter screams back & they hug & start joking. It’s a cute friendly bromance reaction they have to each other. Just picking up where they both left off earlier. It’s adorable to watch & all the while the camera & microphone are still getting all of this interaction, you know he will be moved on soon. So you decide to break it up.

“So Kieran no hard feelings that you lost?” Kieran knows what’s going down between you both so he knows he can have some fun.

“You fucking kidding me? My boy won! If I can’t win he can”

“& if I can’t win it’s probably because he has” Dieter jokes back & you see the woman stand behind Dieter to move him along meaning you have about 15 seconds left.

“One last question Dieter, will it be vodka tonight in the hotel room or just kitkats”

“Hahahahahaha” he laughs & then leans in as he’s about to be moved on. “We’re sharing a room baby, I think you know what we will be up to no matter how professional you try to be” his voice is low enough so that the microphone can’t pick him up, but the blushing on your face as he waves & moves onto the next interview, gives it away that you & Dieter are a lot more than just professional.

Part 2

[crackkids-of-hollownest]

WELCOME BACK TO! THE CRACKKIDS OF HOLLOWNEST!

by @blue-jester, @altra-tes and @ravendragons

Back in 2020 me and a few friends had a web of rp blogs that told a story, and the journey we took with it was exstremely fun for all of us but because of multiple factors, we had to stop. Now 4 years later we are BACK baby! AND YES WE'RE FINISHING THE DARK AU WE ONLY GOT HALFWAY THROUGH!!!

But! After there will be other stories perhaps, other tales. A lot of fun times :) These are ask blogs that will be able to rp, but primarily with eachother. If you want to rp with one of the blogs please note that your character is not cannon and does not effect the ending of the story, but our guys like friends :) they will primarily be ask blogs, though, so send asks!!!

But what's the premise of these blogs? Well there is a being born of root and void- but no wyrm, who found an ancient entity deep within the void, and she wants to consume everything in the world. Her half sibling, Wisp, very much does not want her to do that and will be at constant odds. This is primarily an oc story but canon characters do appear.

This is a story that must have caution to interact with as it features darker and more mature content, read this post carefully and interact with the story with caution if you think you won't be able to handle it

CHARACTERS:

EVEN: She/her, a child of root and void [wl and just the void], an all devourering force who wants to kill death himself. BLOG: @rooted-limbo

ODD: She/her, a young and sweet little voidling, born of root and void like her older sister, she's very innocent. BLOG: @rooted-limbo [they share a blog]

WISP: Any pronouns, a child of root and flame [wl and nkg], a hopeful bloom who loves their family more then anything, especially their siblings. They're best friends with... An odd character. BLOG: @blooming-flame

DAWN: She/her, a bargaining chip from wyrm to light, to stop a war much like hornet. She's a little confused with her place in the world, but she just wants to make the people surrounding her happy, even if she has her.. Rebellious moments. She is only 13 after all. BLOG: @darkened-sunlight

CHERRI: He/him, the runaway pale prince, son of wyrm and flame [pk and nkg], a reserved and mysterious individual that's been away from home for far too long, but has recently returned to see his siblings and help them, not many get past his intimidating appearance, but those who do find him to just be a big ol nerd. BLOG: @the-pale-flame

PHOBIA: He/him, a little guy who is not what he seems... A child of beast and void [Herrah and void]. He adores his younger sister Even and actively aids her in her quest to destroy the gods and consume the world, he's smaller then most but trust me, do not trust that little face. BLOG: @parasitic-void

REM: They/them, this is reality themself, watching the world go by and keeping it in tact, they are the child of mother life and father death. They're always watching every scene with their endless eyes.. Most of which, tend to focus on a particular violet flame. They're like the narrator if the narrator was an actual character in the story. BLOG: @reality-rem

THE ORIGINAL ONE: He/they/it. Death. This is death itself, ready to rip the world asunder for the many years he's suffered alone, shackled to the very bottom of the world, and what's worse- separated by a hair from his beloved wife, who was the only thing keeping him together. BLOG: @the-first-and-the-last

LE'CYA: She/they/it. Life. Life herself, mother of all beings, mother of reality itself, the consort of death, she was endlessly loving and compassionate to all who came before her, but greedy mortals saw potential to grow from her strength, and nearly destroyed her, leaving her locked behind blue seals near the bottom of the world. BLOG: @blue-wings-of-life

VOID CULT: There's a cult here too that preaches possible futures and prophesies of void... It's run by an old beetle, named Discipulum. BLOG: @the-church-of-the-voidborne

[pippin-katz]

you may or may not be the person who needs to know this, but you're the only person I can think of to share this with, and if I don't tell somebody, I might explode:

so there are some similarities btwn Merlin/Arthur and Alex/Henry, right?

and like

Alex : Merlin :: Henry : Arthur

right?

so isnt it weird the both Nick & Bradley James are Libras, while both Taylor & Colin Morgan are Capricorns? and both pairs have a three-year age gap? and while they share the same signs, the 90s babies/RWRB pairs have their birthdays at the end of the month before their 80s babies/BBCMerlin counterparts...

just so many weird coincidences, and I had to share it with *somebody*! thank you for listening/reading!

Dude I feel you on needing to tell someone something or you’ll explode; that’s my life lmfao

Now regarding what you’ve shared, that is really fucking weird! Those are some pretty specific details for them to share. I’m not a huge astrology person, but maybe there’s just something about that pairing that works? Especially when they’re close in age?

Post Writing Note: This spiraled so far out of my hands that it smashed my plans for the day. I've been writing this since 9:30AM and I'm now finishing at 4:20PM. You have been warned.

Taylor and Nicholas

What’s crazy is that Colin and Bradley’s dynamic off screen is similar to Nick and Taylor’s.

While Alex is a loud and outgoing character, Matthew mentioned in an interview that Taylor is actually on the quieter/more reserved side most of the time. I was a bit surprised, but if you pay close attention, he actually does seem like he’s quieter than Nicholas. It's more noticeable in the draw-off video and their little promos with the teapot. He's definitely enthusiastic, but in a different way than Nick, who acts like he just took a shot of concentrated caffeine.

But you can also see it in the friendship quiz if you look for it. It's there in the way that Nick is more... I'm not sure how to describe it- maybe scatterbrained? Or ditsy? I don't mean that as an insult by the way.

It's like he has pent-up energy and wants to be entertaining for the camera, so he initiates most of the jokes and sarcasm, while Taylor is kind of just chilling. He definitely makes some jokes, but the ratio between which of them is the first to say something that starts a joke is heavily skewed towards Nicholas. He also randomly forgets what's going on, and goes off on tangents where he bounces from one thing to the next.

I looked and looked for GIFs, but I couldn't find some of the moments I'm talking about, so I'll just write them out:

Nicholas gives Taylor 10 points, and he's like "wait, wait, did I get it right?" and Nick's like "yeah" before immediately remembering that he got it wrong even though they had just had the conversation

Nicholas gets a question right and he says "point for Taylor" and Taylor is like "no, for you" and Nick corrects himself with "point for Nick", then jokes and points between them like "you're Taylor, I'm Nick, okay, got it"

Taylor asks the bonus question about the major sporting event in Indiana, and Nicholas starts randomly listing names, like "the Big Game, the Big Football Game, the Bowl, the Indiana Bowl, the Great State Champion Lacrosse Game of Indiana" instead of stopping to think or letting Taylor give him the hint you can see he's been waiting to say between laughs

Nicholas randomly starts being sarcastic or hyperbolizing his behavior when talking: - "Taylor is the one American person who knows where London is on a map." - "I believe you competed in [the Cooper's Hill Annual Cheese Race] yourself, didn't you?" - "I'll give him a point." Taylor laughs because it took a couple tries to get the right answer. "The points, they are bountiful and plenty. We don't have to be stingy with them."

Nicholas describing a corndog by holding an invisible "weird thing that goes on a stick" and pretending to eat it while going "nhgnhgnhgnhg" as he spins it.

He also reacts more to Taylor getting questions wrong than Taylor reacts to him getting questions wrong. There's the whole bit about the "chip butty" and "English fry-up" that leaves Nicholas acting all annoyed, whereas Taylor sort of just starts immediately helping him with hints when he gets something wrong.

Basically, Nicholas probably has some form of ADHD and it seems to manifest as hyperactivity. Nicholas being so hyper and enthusiastic is ironic considering how quiet and calm Henry is as a character. It's such a drastic contrast between them.

Taylor is much more chill. He's definitely hyper around Nick, but there is a difference in them. Notice how Taylor just watches Nick do his silly intro, but Nicholas starts making movements with his hands and expressions during Taylor's. Also Taylor was talking completely normally until then, when he ended up doing the point at the end.

Similarly, Nick is the one who starts chanting USA, and Taylor joins in. We obviously see the difference when they each summarize the film. Nick is basically a hamster in a ball speeding across a room with how he tells it, and Taylor simplifies it a ton and delivers it monotone; yes, it's a joke, but it still highlights the contrast.

Bradley & Colin

I'm using past tense with Bradley and Colin because we only have videos of them from over a decade ago, so they've definitely changed since then.

The thing is, Colin was funny and vocal, but there were a lot of times where he got quiet, and he always felt more reserved, in the sense of there being more to him than what he's showing. He seemed to have a lot of layers to him that you didn't get to see unless you actually got close to him, if that makes sense.

I wouldn't call him quiet, but like in the video diaries and interviews of him and Bradley, he always seemed much calmer than him.

Colin was always very funny, but he was also self conscious. During one of the behind the scenes quest videos, Bradley talked about how he and Colin would create songs together, but whenever he wanted to show someone, Colin was dead silent. Bradley actually turned to him as was like, "What, is it stage fright?" and Colin is like, "I don't know what you're talking about." in a way that clearly shows he's deflecting the question because he's nervous or embarrassed. Bradley pointed and was like, "And that right there is a perfect example of what I mean".

Merlin is very bright and outgoing (at least before he develops depression in later seasons 🥲). He basically had no shame about most things. When he met Gwen while in the stocks and covered in food, he acts completely normally, like there's nothing weird about it. Obviously, this boy waltzed into Camelot and called the fucking prince a prat to his face. He was really bold and openhearted. Colin always felt more closed off, even though he wasn't always quiet.

What's crazy is that Arthur is much more refined and serious than Bradley. It's not to say Arthur is never silly or unserious, because he is, but his default mode is very composed because he's a prince and later a king. Bradley was like a fucking hurricane behind the scenes. He was know for driving everyone a little crazy because he was so hyper. He got his video camera taken away cause he was apparently being too annoying to the rest of the cast and crew.

Wrap-Up

Here's similarities I thought of in a rapid fire list, including what you said and what I covered:

The brunettes are both the "quieter" or "calmer" of the two.

The blonds both play a prince.

The brunettes both play a character who came from a place of humble beginnings.

The brunettes' characters are both usually the one to start the insults/banter.

The blonds are the more vocal of the two about their affections and admiration for the other.

The blonds are both Libras.

The brunettes are both Capricorns.

The age gap is the same for both pairs: 3 years.

I am going to make an entire post dedicated to the similarities between Bradley, Colin, and Merthur, and Taylor, Nicholas, and FirstPrince, because I have more, but it was getting more into the characters' so I'll save those for later.

What was that you were saying about needing to tell someone something or you would explode again? Nah, not me, could never have that problem. I'm so normal about this.

Thank you for sharing, I have no idea what to do with this information, but I am glad I have it. It will now haunt me 😂

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Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 3

AU Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: T (language, sexual themes)

Minors DNI. 18+ content!

Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 4

Summary: Joel and his Baby Girl meet Bill and Frank. Then proceed to make out in the horse stables.

Something softer, not very Mafia!Joel heavy, but I have an idea in the works.

It was easy to convince her the gun was merely for protection, a precaution he stood by since returning from his time in the military. Having a concealed carry license in his wallet also helped ease some of her anxiety, especially after he explained that practically everyone and their mama carries in Texas. Everything he was saying made sense, so she had no reason to be wary of him. After that hiccup, his relationship with her continued to develop quickly, both absolutely taken by the other, complimenting each other’s energy to near perfection. 

Joel’s presence at the Bison increased drastically over the next two months. Any night Indi was working, he was there, patiently waiting for the last call at his table, usually nursing two or three doubles throughout the night. Outside of work, he seemed to spare no expense, showing up to her apartment with fresh flowers every time they made plans, reserving private rooms for tastings at the finest Texas wineries, leaving her gifts when he couldn’t see her or had to be away for work. 

Until one day, after dinner at one of the best rooftop steakhouses in Austin, Indi put her hand over his as he fisted the gearshift of his Hellcat, the engine purring smoothly around them.

“Joel…” she said softly, looking so hesitant and small in the passenger’s seat, the end of her little black dress riding up as she fidgeted nervously, “I’ve been having such a great time with you, these dates,” she chuckled with a slight shake of her head, almost disbelieving, “these dates are incredible…you’re incredible.”

He smiled warmly, bringing his free hand up to stroke her cheek, his chest filling with warmth as she leaned  into his touch so easily. He leaned over, kissing her softly, the little content sigh she let out only making that warmth in his chest grow. When he pulled away, she was grinning, eyes already beginning to dilate from a single kiss. 

“Just wanna keep seein’ that pretty smile, baby girl,” he said, his voice rich and deep like honey. 

Another thing Joel found himself encouraging was that gorgeous blush on her cheeks. She hated it, having mentioned it in passing, but he loved seeing that slight tinge of pink. Slowly batting her lashes, she pecked his lips, leaning back before he could do anything else or make her blush harder from his sweet words. 

“I was going to say,” she giggled, when he attempted to chase her mouth, “I want to see more of you, Joel, the real you. I’ve learned enough about you to know you wouldn’t just choose to spend a few hours at a winery or a five-star restaurant,” she explained, stroking his beard with her thumb. 

“The real me?” he questioned with a slight frown, caught off guard, “I don’t think you’re ready for that, darlin’,” he added, sighing quietly.

The little smile and chuckle told him that she thought he was joking. In reality, every terrible thing he’s ever done crossed his mind in a flash. Biting his lower lip, he turned his head slightly to look out the front window. 

“Please, Joel? I want to get to know the actual you, good and bad included,” she requested, that little pout instantly blowing through his defenses, leaving him feeling more vulnerable than he was comfortable with in the moment. Rather than fight it, he leaned into it, because it’s probably what she would have wanted, the more serious they became about each other. 

“Okay, baby girl,” he agreed, pulling her in for a slow kiss. 

That’s how they ended up on a ranch about an hour outside of Austin two days later. Joel parked the truck in front of a cozy-looking farmhouse, the circular driveway of dirt kicking up dust as he came to a stop behind an old and beaten down blue truck. He wouldn’t tell her much about where they were going, just that he wanted to take her to a friend’s house. 

“So you used to live here?” she asked as he helped her out of his truck, having developed a habit of opening her door and taking her hand every time she had exited his vehicle. 

“For a bit, yeah, when I got back from Iraq,” he answered, his hand seeking comfort along the curve of her lower back, “Bill and Frank took me in, kept me fed, and all I had to do was take care of the ranch.”

“Are they nice? Bill and Frank?” she questioned, looking up at him as they went up the worn wooden steps to the front door.

“Frank is,” Joel muttered, tapping on the glass before stepping back. 

Before Indi could get another question in, the door swung open, revealing an older man with a graying beard and bright eyes. He was tall, lean and sported a sweater much too warm for this time of year, yet seemed perfectly content with an apron tied around his waist. 

“Look who it is,” the man said, beaming with enthusiasm as he wrapped Joel in a tight hug. 

Indi noticed how Joel only tensed slightly, probably from being caught off guard more than general discomfort. He patted the man on the back with a low chuckle. Joel kept still as the man put both hands on his shoulders, assessing him from head to foot. 

“Good to see you, Frank,” Joel said once the other man gave a quick nod of approval, apparently satisfied with his findings. 

“I know,” Frank said with a smirk, making Joel actually laugh, “And this one? She’s gorgeous, Joel!” he proclaimed, his attention now fully on Indi who had kept slightly behind Joel. 

After he made a proper introduction, Frank led them into the house. It was definitely as cozy as the outside, filled with furniture and knick knacks of a lifetime, yet also filled with warmth and love. 

“Ellie home?” Joel asked as they settled in the kitchen.

Frank scoffed, setting a tray of drinks in the middle of the table, “You know damn well that girl’s never home. She tell you she has a girlfriend now?”

Joel choked on his drink, coughing harshly as he leaned forward, Indi rubbing his back in small circles as he regained his composure. “What now?”

Heavy boots on the wooden floor stopped Frank from answering. A door somewhere in the house closed as the footsteps came closer.

“What’d I tell you about letting strays in?” a deep voice grumbled from the doorway.

Indi turned in her seat to find another man, shorter than Frank but with a roughness similar to Joel. His beard was fuller, blended into his neatly trimmed hair in a mix of chocolate and gray. 

“There you are, come sit,” Frank said, ignoring the man’s comments, “Indi, this is my husband Bill, Bill, come meet Joel’s girlfriend.”

Joel visibly stiffend at the word girlfriend, his eyes darting to Indi to gauge her reaction. She seemed unfazed by the term, shaking Bill’s hand. As Frank continued to lead the conversation between the four of them, going on about Ellie's girlfriend, Joel kept glancing nervously at Indi. Bill remained as stoic as ever, providing input only when prompted by Frank like a dutiful husband. The rest of the time he stared at his drink or around the room. When Indi’s hand came to rest on Joel’s knee, that he hadn’t even realized he’d been bouncing anxiously, he looked at her. 

She didn’t say anything, instead she smiled at him, squeezing his knee comfortingly before turning her attention back to Frank. Joel held her hand under the table, squeezing lightly and receiving one in return. 

“How much gas mileage d’you get on that truck, Joel?” Bill asked, looking out the window, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. 

Indi noticed Frank subtly roll his eyes. 

“Better mileage than that piece o’ shit Chevy you got sittin’ out there,” Joel shot back, sounding serious but breaking out into a laugh when Bill chuckled. 

They ended up staying for a late lunch at Bill and Frank’s. Frank, as always, was the perfect host. Bill grilled some steaks and shared a beer with Joel by the fire while Frank sat with Indi on the back porch. They each had a glass of wine, the conversation coming much easier now that they’d started drinking. 

“You know, you’re the first girl he’s ever brought over,” Frank stated, eyeing Indi with a smirk over the rim of his glass.

“Yeah,” she said with a light laughter and a nervous smile, “Apparently I’m the first for a lot of things with him,” she added, bowing her head slightly.

“He seems happier since we last saw ‘m,” Frank continued, smiling warmly over at Joel and Bill who had their backs to them, “He needs some happiness, if I’m bein’ honest…we all do,” he sighed.

“Can I ask you something, Frank?” Indi spoke up after a brief silence.

“Anything, honey,” he nodded, radiating with charisma and light in the afternoon sun. 

“Who’s Ellie?”

She could see the hesitation in his face, the way his eyes darted over to Joel before returning to her face. He gently touched her arm, giving it a soft pat as he sighed. 

“We have a habit around here of helping out strays,” Frank said softly, “Joel brought her here one day, said she needed a place to stay and the rest is history. Little firecracker that one, good shot too, must’ve picked that up from Joel, I guess.”

Frank could see the confusion in her eyes. He knew he shouldn’t be telling her anything about Ellie, he knew it was Joel’s business to handle, but he could also tell this one was going to stick around for a while. He figured the more prepared she was, the better.

“Ellie was fourteen when she came here, she’s sixteen now, absolute hellraiser, but we love that girl,” Frank continued.

“Why would he bring her here? Wouldn’t it make sense for her to stay with him?” she asked, sipping from her wine glass, glancing over towards Joel as if he might hear them, which Frank knew he wouldn’t with his bad ear directed towards them. 

“It wasn’t safe for her to stay with him, but…I think that’s something you two should discuss, I don’t need to be on the receiving end of his tantrums,” he said with a much warmer smile, nudging her playfully. 

The conversations remained light after that. Bill was an amazing cook. Frank invited them to stay the night, saying the guest room was always available, but Joel shut that conversation down pretty quickly. 

“Mind if I take ‘er to see the horse before we head out?” Joel asked, having drifted closer to Indi at some point during their meal, his arm a comforting weight around her shoulders as she leaned into him, finishing off her third glass of wine and it wasn’t even 5 o’clock yet. 

“You can change the feed while you’re out there,” Bill grumbled around his toothpick, receiving a light smack in the arm from Frank.

“Alright, old man, you got yourself a deal,” Joel agreed with a grin, seeming the most relaxed since Indi had met him. 

“Joel, don’t go gettin’ yourself dirty for no reason, Bill can get the horses,” Frank insisted as the couple stood from the table.

“I don’t mind, really. Thank y’all for today, too” Joel insisted, taking Indi’s hand and leading her down one of the dirt paths snaking across the grounds. 

As they approached the stables, somewhat hidden from the house by a thicket of trees and bushes, Indi looked up at Joel with a wide smile. He wrapped his arm around her, tilting his head down to lightly kiss the side of her head. 

“Ready to see some horses?” he asked, amused by her eagerness. 

Once inside the stables, Indi absolutely lost her mind over the group of horses, all well-kept and gorgeous. He started by introducing her to each horse, already knowing their names.

“This one’s Whiskey, he, uh, he’s mine,” he explained, stroking the animal slowly. 

“Like you bought him?” she asked, offering her hand for Whiskey to sniff, proceeding to stroke his muzzle. 

“Bought ‘m, raised ‘m, makin’ sure he gets everything he needs,” he nodded, sounding a little far away as he stared at the side of Whiskey’s head. 

Indi felt her chest flutter at the idea of Joel’s nurturing side so exposed in the moment. He seemed so relaxed inside the stables, easily refilling buckets of hay with ease as he explained more about how to care for the horses. Indi kept close, content to watch Joel work and admire his ass every time he bent over. 

“This one’s really pretty,” she commented once they reached the last horse needing food.

“Shimmer,” Joel said, “this is Ellie’s horse,” he added, avoiding her gaze momentarily. 

“I feel like I should ask who exactly is Ellie,” she said, noticing the hitch in his breathing and tension in his arms, “But I trust you’ll tell me when you’re ready, so I won’t,” she added, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his torso, nuzzling the back of his shirt.

Joel sighed, a deep and heavy breath of relief. God, this girl was something else. He appreciated her not pushing him on things like this. Turning around, he brought both arms around her, pulling her against him and leaning down to kiss her. Her arms slipped around his neck, holding herself to him as she stood up on the tips of her toes to try and gain more leverage. With ease, Joel gripped the back of her thighs, his mouth never leaving hers, as he lifted her up, encouraged by the muffled squeak she let out as he settled her legs around his waist. 

He caged her between his body and the wall next to Shimmer’s pen. She groaned as he licked into her mouth, rough hands holding her up, the scruff of his beard scratching pleasantly against her. 

“You’re fucking amazing, baby girl, you know that?” he asked gruffly when he pulled back, eyes hazy with need as he looked up at her. 

“Yeah?” she laughed, still trying to recover from the heat of his kiss.

“Absolutely,” he growled, capturing her mouth in another heated kiss, this time a little rougher and a little more urgent. 

The deep groan from his throat when she squeezed her legs tighter around his waist and moved her hips just slightly was animalistic. She could feel how hard he was each time she shifted her hips, her body warm with desire as Joel squeezed and groped her ass. His mouth was just as rough on her neck, urgent nips and licks that had her squirming, hot breaths fanning her warm body as she moaned softly in his ear. 

“J-Joel,” she said tremulously, grabbing at the collar of his shirt to anchor herself.

He kissed her again, a primal groan rumbling in his chest when she eagerly matched his pace, seeming just as worked up. The sound of the horses whinnying, eating, or moving about their pen was faint, almost nonexistent to him as he felt her thighs squeeze his sides again. Fuck, if she kept that up, he’d lose his mind. 

“Joel,” she said, a little clearer this time, putting a hand on his chest to bring his focus back.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly, eyes focussed on her lips that were swollen and wet.

“I…I can’t keep going,” she admitted, looking nervous as she bit her lip.

“Why? What’s the matter?” he asked, trying to catch his breath as he gently set her down.

She mumbled something unintelligible to him, looking down and fidgeting with her bracelet.

“What’s that, darlin’?” he asked again, leaning down to try and understand her.

“The horses…” she said a little louder, still avoiding his eyes as she crossed her arms over her body, “...they’re staring.”

Turning around, Joel spotted Shimmer and one other with their heads sticking out. He wouldn’t exactly call it staring, it was just how they looked sometimes. The others had moved away from the doors, most likely to settle in for the evening. He couldn’t help the soft laugh as he turned back around. 

“They’re not staring at us, darlin’,” he chuckled, trying to pull her close again.

“They’re watching us,” she insisted, an adorable pout on her lips.

“Want to go somewhere more private, baby girl?” he offered, openly adjusting his still hard cock through his jeans as best he could. 

“Yeah,” she agreed as she bit her lip, her gaze drifting to his crotch momentarily before she wrapped her arms around his forearm as he guided them back to the main house, “But can we come back soon?” she asked while they were walking. 

He couldn’t help but smile as he leaned down and kissed her temple, slipping his arm from her grasp to wrap around her. She curled one arm around his waist as they continued towards the truck.

“Anytime, baby, anytime,” he agreed, enjoying the raw sense of calm he felt walking through the ranch in the early evening hours, the sounds of nature surrounding them as he breathed in fresh air and held his girl close, absolutely content. 

The moment came to a crashing halt when he remembered what Frank had said earlier. He’d called Indi his girlfriend. As if reading his mind, she glanced up at him with a hint of mischief in her smile, biting her lower lip as she batted her lashes at him.

“So how long have you been telling people I’m your girlfriend?” she asked, grinning slyly. 

“Frank likes to assume things,” he tried to explain. 

“So he assumed wrong, then?” she questioned, raising a brow at him, still smirking.

“N-no, baby girl, ‘course not, I just…I just mean he di-.”

“Joel,” she stopped him by putting a hand on his chest, coming to a stop on the trail, “I’m messing with you, it’s okay,” she soothed him.

He sighed heavily. “Don’t play like that, honey,” he huffed, “You know what we’ve got goin’ on ain’t just messin’ ‘round,” he insisted.

“I know, I’m just curious what we’re calling ‘what we’ve got goin’ on,’ you know?” 

He took a deep breath, bringing both his arms around her waist, turning their bodies to face each other. She leaned into his touch, both hands on his chest as she looked up at him with pure adoration. His voice was husky when he spoke into her ear, suggestive and dangerous. 

“You can call it whatever you want, baby girl, but just know you’re mine and I ain’t lettin’ you go.”

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Shifting Scales: Part One - The Tiniest Change

Characters: Skipper Redbeard, Captain Capsize, Guardian Furia, Jordan Captainsparklez, Tom Syndicate, Tucker iijeriichoii

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Capsize had her reservations about entering the Nether that day in the first place. She could've so easiest just left her brother and the champions to their plan and stayed in the overworld, though that was not truly an option. As she finds herself facing Furia, she sincerely wishes she had taken it anyway.

A single change in the scenario, a simple pull from behind, saves her live. Ending in the cost of another.

A reimagining of my original Mianite fanfiction ten years later

AO3 Link

Part One: The Tiniest Change

Capsize truly considered just leaving the group to whatever fate might befall them as she stared down at the message from Sparklez. Had he actually called her baby? Did he seriously think in any world that they were together?

Her frustration towards the man was at a boiling point. She had absolutely no desire to be anywhere near him. It would be so easy to just leave the champions to explore Lord Dianite’s temple by themselves. She could simply let whatever is going to happen, well, happen while she stayed in the overworld.

Unfortunately, though, Redbeard had been the one leading the charge. As annoyed as she currently was, after losing so much already, she wasn’t about to abandon her brother to potential death.

So, with a heavy frustrated sigh, she slipped through the glowing purple portal.

The stagnant, impossibly hot air hit her immediately as she was transported into the hellish dimension. She had to lean on the obsidian frame of the portal for a second, having to push through the wave of sickness that it immediately caused.

How on earth did the champions stand being here in full suit of armour? She was only wearing two layers, and the heat was immediately insufferable. It was a mystery that had baffled her in their quest to find Ianite’s heart too. But it could not be her focus right now.

Down the abyss, she could see the entrance of the temple. With no sign of any of the others, it was clear that they had all already gone inside.

Of course they had. Why on earth would they wait for her when they were doing something incredibly dangerous? She could feel that building maddening, frustration, but she just sighed and merely reached down into her pocket to retrieve an elder pearl.

She took a moment to hold the orb, feeling the energy crackle beneath her fingertips, before tossing it over the cliff towards the temple’s entrance. She watched it fly for as long as it stayed visible. Then merely prayed that it would land in safety rather than in the lava.

The sharp sting of the ender teleportation hit her, though at this point, that was something she merely ignored. And it was not the effect of the pearl that made her freeze.

The moment that she landed, her vision blackened for a moment. She tensed, drawing her cutlass. Clearly danger was already present.

With careful steps, hoping desperately to remain hidden, she peered around the entrance of the temple. It was with a sharp intake of breath that she spotted the others. All of them stood in the prayer room, which was expected enough, she supposed.

The entrance to said room being blocked by Furia was not.

Perhaps that shouldn’t have worried her. They had taken on the guardian and defeated them before. There was no reason to presume that they would be unable to do so again.

The champions clearly shared this opinion. Well, Sparklez and Jericho clearly did as they stood mocking the guardian with thick grins, their laughter audible from the entrance where she stood. Tom had thrown an arm over the shoulders of the stoic figure. Clearly not scared, and once again happily taking the role of the villain.

Yet, despite how the champions seemed quite locked in their typical behaviour, there was a dread in Capsize’s stomach that she had difficulty shifting. As, while she couldn’t actually see the guardian’s eyes, she could just tell that their entire focus was on her brother.

“Ianite has the heart! She needed it!” She heard Redbeard say as she began to creep her way into the temple. His tone caused her throat to go dry.

It shouldn’t have, he was talking to a guardian of a god without so much of a shake of his voice. But Capsize knew her brother too well. She could always tell when he was putting on a front.

She needed to end this. End this quickly.

Thankfully it seemed that she at least had an advantage of being unseen. With the champion paying little attention to the situation, she had at least half a chance of being able to sneak up on Furia and end them before they were any the wiser. If only anything ever went the way she hoped.

It truly seemed like she would be able to strike without ever being seen by the guardian. She was maybe ten steps away. Her heart beating in her ears as she was sure that her blade would soon bite their flame-like flesh.

However, as seemed to be a recurring annoyance in her life, it was at this point that the gods decided to mock her. It was at this moment that Tom, still very much playing the villain, decided to turn around.

“Behind you!” He yelled.

He grinned at her widely as she could only flatly glare at him. She wanted to slap him, but that wouldn’t actually do anything at this point.

Furia turned around, eyes brightening in a way that felt distinctly dark as they fell upon her.

The group of them should have the advantage still, even with Tom possibly fighting against them. After all, both of the Dianitees were flanked. But Furia’s expression…

There was something wrong with them wearing an expression like in a supposedly losing situation.

“Don’t be stupid, Skipper,” Despite speaking to her brother, Furia kept their gaze focused solely on Capsize.

Perhaps she should take it as a compliment, that despite there being three, armed men behind them, the guardian still deemed that she was the one their eyes should be kept on. However, it instead just made her all the warier for how exactly this situation was going to progress. “She is a pointless god.”

“She’s the best!”

“You’re not even a god.”

“She is a hoe.”

“Shut up, Furia,” Capsize spoke over the comments of the champions. Despite her volume, she could not muster anything more than flat annoyance.

On one hand, it was obvious that the guardian was planning something. That certainly did scare her. She desperately wanted their gaze anywhere else but on her as there was something almost hungry about it.

On the other, it was hard to muster any real energy to dismiss their comment. After all, they sound more like a petulant child annoyed about not getting their way than a formidable force to be reckoned with.

Briefly, their gaze flicked to Jericho.

“I am just as powerful as the great Lord Dianite,” Furia said, revelling in their words as if merely saying them was a crowning achievement of glory.

And when they turned back to her, Capsize could see it. A look of true delusion as if they truly believed themself a god. The captain recognised the look of would-be mutineers, and it sent a chill through her.

The last thing they needed at this moment was Furia launching a coup on Lord Dianite.

“Erm, no, you’re not,” Tom said, with genuine offence in his tone.

For the first time since she had entered the temple, he left Furia’s side. He instead moved to hers. Though he still did not draw his weapon, him joining her did give Capsize at least a small notion of safety.

No, perhaps not safety. She still had no idea if Tom would fight with her within his god’s own temple. But at the very least she was now confident she would not need to fight both the Dianitees.

“Oh, I will be thought,” Furia said with a tilt of their head. “Once I have the heart.”

Their gaze was lingering on Tom, but not towards his eyes. A hungry, greedy look boring into Tom’s chest. The stare was so deeply wrong in a way that Capsize couldn’t describe but certainly didn’t trust.

She grabbed a hold of the undead champion’s arm, pulling and half-shoving him behind her. She briefly caught the look of annoyance rippling across his features, but she elected to ignore it.

Tom could be annoyed all he liked. Seeing the delight fade from the guardian’s features the moment she was in the middle of two told her all she needed to confirm this was the correct decision.

Once again, Furia turned away from her and back to those in the prayer room. This time, however, they kept their sword pointed toward her.

This left her just waiting. She couldn’t rush them while they weren’t looking. Even if Tom didn’t warn them, with their sword aimed at her, they’d be able to parry her far too quickly.

She had no idea what she could do, which made seeing their gaze once again fall on Redbeard all the worse.

“But I suppose I can’t do that if I just kill you all. So leave, Skipper. Now!”

“No,” He replied immediately, remaining exactly where he was.

Capsize had no idea if she should be glad for him holding his ground. Obviously no good could come from doing what Furia wished, but it still seemed far too much that they were already precisely where they wanted them.

Seriously, what the hell was their plan here?

Were they telling Red to leave with the plan to kill the two champions? Leaving herself, him, and Tom alive so they would bring them the heart? She couldn’t fathom Furia, even as delusional as they seemed at this moment, actually believing any of them would do that.

No, they surely couldn’t be that stupid.

So, then what? Were they trying to just trick Red? Hope he was coward enough to flee to skewer him when he had to walk past them to leave? That idea seemed more possible, more like something the guardian would do.

But it still struck her as wrong. After all, with their sword pointed her way, they’d have to swing around to strike and that would be all the forewarning she needed to prevent it.

So then what?

Capsize regretted her desperate theorising as Furia twisted their gaze right back onto her. Pits of flames that made up their flames staring right into her very being. She knew their plan before their smarmy voice said anything.

“Leave, or I will kill her,” They said, grinning at her with pointed teeth.

She had been threatened before. She was pirate captain; it came with the gig. However, having the threat of her death directed towards someone else felt unexpectedly cold.

“Who? Capsize?” Redbeard questioned.

She couldn’t tell if he was somehow actually confused or merely attempting to deny the clear threat. Frankly neither opinion slowed her rapidly increasing heart rate.

Heck, if she really floundered for an explanation, she could imagine that he was trying to keep Furia talking so he could strike while they were distracted. But, given that he remained fixed to the spot as if he was stuck to the floor, she sincerely doubted that idea.

Though she could not exactly only push anger towards her brother for inaction. As, while he was frozen, neither of the champions were doing anything either besides just joking and laughing between themselves. If she focused on them, she could be put under the impression that there was no danger whatsoever.

She supposed, bitterly, that to champions there wasn’t. They had the ability to come back from the dead as if nothing had happened at all barring their belongings being left behind.

Even more bitterly, she realised it was not just the champions who got this safety net. Given her own gifts from Ianite, Redbeard too didn’t exactly need to fear death as she could bring him back. And seeing that they had already killed Furia once, yet they were here once again, the guardian too seemed immune to death by typical means.

So, that left the only one here in any danger of permanent death herself. A fact that was quickly setting a sickness with her. A fact that only Furia seemed to be acknowledging as they stared at her with those eyes and that grin.

“Yes,” Furia confirmed their intentions aloud as they advanced a single step towards her.

Instinctively, Capsize took a step back. Tom read her move and followed suit rather than acting as a wall like he could’ve.

Whether he moved back out of instinct or because he actually realised the danger she was in here, Capsize had no way of confirming with her current position in front of the man. But she appreciated it all the same. Any tiny advantage she could have she would take. “Leave now or feel pain.”

“Okay,” Tom spoke so casually.

She felt his hand loosely grip her arm. She wished that she could just leave with him. But she was absolutely certain the moment she took her eyes off Furia, that would be the moment that they struck.

She couldn’t do anything on her own. Yet not a soul in the prayer room was doing anything.

“Furia, we can work this out!” Redbeard tried what he had always done best, ending situations with words to make the attacker hesitate or reconsider.

As the guardian lunged towards her and she barely computed a sword swinging towards her throat, she wished he had done anything else.

Everything in the next few moments happened so quickly that she struggled to actually process it all.

She acknowledged Furia’s swing, though not with nearly enough time to actually defend herself. Before it actually hit, she was roughly pulled backwards as Tom dragged her out of the way of the blade.

Redbeard’s eye widened and he finally began to rush the guardian. He shoved through the two champions, causing both to stumble. Jericho ended up falling into the hole meant for offerings in the middle of the room, but Sparklez too was finally alerted of the danger and drew his sword to enter the fight.

Capsize could not focus on any of it.

The moment after she had been pulled to safety, she was raising her cutlass to parry a second swing for her throat. Metal clashed and her arm was pushed and twisted uncomfortably.

The third strike parried by Tom actually managed to push the guardian back a few steps.

“Keep fighting, Captain. You still won’t be getting out of here alive,” Furia spat as they once again launched themself at her.

Despite her usual self-assurance, as she had to block the fourth swing in quick succession aiming for her throat, it was impossible to ignore her creeping nerves. She was undeniably already on the defensive. It would only take one slip up now for her to wind up dead.

Still, what good would worrying do her now?

“Like hell am I dying by your hand!” She said through gritted teeth as she pushed back their blade and kicked towards their knee.

Though the guardian stumbled, she could feel a burning cut under her jaw. Just a second late. Just a tiny cut. But Furia was getting too close for comfort.

However, their next strike had to quickly swing away from her. Their attention was suddenly pulled from herself to Redbeard as he leapt to strike from behind. His strike was parried in a horrible clang and painful landing.

Sparklez’ blade, however, wasn’t.

The diamond blade cut into the guardian’s side and there was so clearly weight put into the swing. Yet the wound left still looked merely like a glancing blow.

They should be in a winning scenario. Even with Jericho stuck, they still overnumbered Furia and had them surrounded. But Capsize’s mind kept itching, because the most confident person in the room remained Furia.

The fight itself was merely noise to Capsize. A mess of clashing metal and just barely dodging death.

It was impossible for her to ignore that she was on the backfoot. All of her moves where in defence as Furia continuously aimed for her throat.

Though, at the very least, her nerves had not transferred to the champions. Tom and Sparklez, understandably far less concerned about dying, were fighting with reckless abandon.

She knew at least some of the stinging cuts beginning to litter her body were from Tom rather than Furia – but their overly confident fighting style was still an additional defence the guardian had to break through if they wanted to get to her. That much she could appreciate.

But Furia was breaking through.

The guardian was out for blood. The only swings of theirs not aimed for her throat were strikes aimed at similarly vital parts of the others. However, the strikes aimed at the others were all quick things, the guardian sometimes not even turning to look at them.

Meanwhile, they never failed to grin at her when attempting to strike her down.

Still, with them surrounded and having to fight all four of them with reprise between strikes, there was clearly a want from Furia to end things. Though it was not a weariness, but a frustration.

And that frustration was causing them to get reckless. Capsize could use that.

She spotted an opening. The tiniest opening, but one that she couldn’t waste.

Redbeard and Sparklez both went to strike at once. Furia was forced to turn and focus on the two. And she was sure that she could strike from behind without getting the guardian the opportunity to parry or dodge.

This had to count.

Again, everything happened in seconds.

Capsize pushed back on her left heel before launching herself forward at Furia’s back with her cutlass handle gripped in both hands.

Furia deflected Sparklez’ blade while catching Red’s in their other hand. They gripped the blade, golden blood dripping down it, and wrenched it from her brother’s hands. Redbeard stumbled back from the force.

The guardian’s attention and blade swung wholly towards Ianite’s champion. They threw back their arm then swung forwards.

Capsize thrust her own blade forwards. Her cutlass cut through the back of Furia’s neck. Golden blood oozed out of the wound as she twisted her sword to make sure the wound would end the fight.

The guardian disappeared as they had the last time. Turning into a thick, dark smoke. It quickly invaded her eyes and lungs, causing both to sting.

Despite this happening the last time that they had ‘killed’ the guardian, Capsize found herself wearily looking around as she turned on her heel. She couldn’t calm herself at all, still expecting Furia to strike again from any angle.

It was only when the smoke started to dissipate that she realised the guardian did not need to launch another attack. She’d been a moment too late.

Jordan lay in a slump on the ground choking on his own blood that was quickly spilling out from a wound in his neck.

It was not the first time that Capsize had seen the man die. Yet she still couldn’t shake the wrongness of watching someone die and having no one around her react in any serious way. To look at a dying man and see annoyance rather than fear.

Yet even though she had seen Sparklez die at least a dozen times since coming to the champion’s realm, she could not shake the nagging that this felt different.

Neither Jordan nor Tom’s expressions held any hint that she should see this as different than any of their other deaths. But she still should shake that one burning question in her mind.

Didn't the champions normally die quicker than this?

“Ha! Get wrecked!” Tom laughed at his dying friend.

Sparklez responded with a weakly held up middle finger before he fully slumped and became still.

Despite all her concerns and sureness that something was wrong, Jordan’s body then disappeared as the champions’ bodies always did upon death. As typical, all that remained was a pile of his belongings that Tom immediately walked over to and began picking through.

Everything seemed normal.

“Can one of you get me out this hole?!” Jericho yelled with annoyance as if he’d made the request several times. With a small amount of embarrassment, Capsize realised that he likely had.

Within the fight he’d just become background noise among all the important things she needed to keep her focus on.

Redbeard began to move to help him as Tom smirked.

“Nah, leave him down there. He doesn’t deserve any of the loot, he didn’t help.”

“Fuck off. It's Jordan's stuff. I have as much right to it as you.”

The two remaining champions began to bicker, yelling to hear each other. Though it would typically be insufferable, right now it gave Capsize a sense of normality. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe that had just dodged anything bad happening.

As always, it seemed that the fates were just waiting to mock her.

Furia’s laughter flooded the temple. Capsize’s dulling dread came sharply back in a sudden intense flash.

This time Redbeard did not hesitate. She was surprised that he even remembered to pick up his sword with how quickly he rushed to her side.

With far too many possibilities running through her mind, Capsize knew that leaving Jericho vulnerable any longer would be beyond foolish.

So, she focused. Allowing the world around her to blur, she pictured the strings that she had come to associate with this particular gift from Ianite. She found Jericho’s easily within reach. A rough blue knotted twine.

She tugged.

A sharp pain ran through her body. Jericho appeared in front of her.

Now with eyes on everyone, she had at least some confidence that she would be able to prevent any attack should Furia reappear.

But despite their laughter suffocating the air, their physical presence did seem to be gone.

“What a shame I missed my target,” She spun on her heel as their voice seemed to come from directly next to her ear. All that greeted her was laughter and smoke. “Still though, I feel powerful.”

The voice seemed to echo around from every angle yet still seemed to be right next to her. That mocking tone that she had come to expect from the guardian.

What was their game here? “Until I get the heart, I will continue to kill.”

Her grip remained on her cutlass as her eyes kept flickering around the room. Was another strike coming? It seemed unlikely, but she couldn’t get the idea to leave her head.

Yet the champions, as ever, remained nonplussed.

“Oh, yeah, sure. One v one me.”

“And get over yourself. We’ve all killed Jordan,” Jericho added after Tom’s comment as he went to join the zombie in picking through his friend’s belongings.

Tom pushed him away and she could already hear the two bickering quietly. She wished she could allow herself to listen to them, but something here was so clearly wrong that she couldn't take her focus away from Furia.

Still, she couldn’t say there was anything incorrect about Jericho’s statement. He was right. All the champions had killed Sparklez – they made an event about killing each other as many times as they could in one night.

Hell, she had killed him before and frankly she found it quite a relieving action.

However, the laughter in the air, the slowness of his death, the way Furia still sounded like they were the winner here. All of it just sang wrong to her.

“No grief? No concern even though your friend is now locked away with his goddess?” The laughter that accompanied the guardian's words froze Capsize completely.

There could not be any truth to their words.

What Furia was saying made no sense with how the champion’s deaths had come to work. Even if they did have a way to capture someone in such a manner – to target a champion when the four’s bonds seemed stronger than those they held towards their gods would be an obvious misplay.

A ghostly burning in her neck reminded her that Sparklez was not their intended target. This was supposed to be her fate.

Though she attempted to write it off. Convince herself that Furia was bluffing as to give themself the win here, what would be the point in them doing so when their words would be disproven the moment they left the Nether.

As the champions began to argue, to bicker with the guardian, she met eyes with her brother. The look of fear in him only made her surer.

Ignoring the yells that came from behind her as she made her decision, she ran from the temple. She had to find Sparklez in the overworld. Or she had completely ruined her mission.

[escape-the-real]

Broken Promises. (Deku x reader)

Drabble, Characters are 18+

Synopsis: Called into work the day of your wedding anniversary. Will you be able to make the dinner plans or will being selfless cost you?

Word count: 1,265

Key: (Y/n) - Your name, (e/c) - eye colour

Warnings: Fluff, death, and angst.

Written for @bells2319, hope you like it! Please let me know what you think!

"Nooooo, I'm not letting you out of this bed!" The whiney voice of your husband rang out, his scarred and calloused hands holding onto your hips tighter while burying his face in your chest.

You let out a chuckle as you ran your fingers through his mess of green curls, kissing the crown of his head before countering by saying, "Izu, baby… I have to head to the agency today. They need me for a super quick, in-and-out mission. Then I'll be back before you know it!"

"The day of our second wedding anniversary? They can find someone else, like Kacchan! You need to stay here and be with your husband," Izuku pouts and moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck. You suddenly let out a gasp when you felt him start to kiss your neck and you didn't have to see his face to know that he was happy with your small response.

"That's it! Izuku Midoriya, I will be leaving this bed!" You challenge with narrow eyes as you pry and twist yourself away from your husband's death grip. This made you roll off the bed and land on your wobbly feet.

"Get your sea legs yet?" He questioned with dark green eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" You giggle, making your way to the shared closet.

"Now, it's only 4:00 pm and I'll be home in time for the special dinner you had planned for us," You explained, taking off your pajamas while grabbing your hero costume, "And then… We can do whatever you want afterwards."

Izuku whined at the feeling of your warmth leaving the bed, his arm lazily moving his forest of hair from his eyes so he could watch what little show you put on.

"You don't get into trouble while I'm gone young man, do you understand me?" You tease him, fully dressed in your hero costume and coming near the unmade bed.

Izuku huffed. Using his free arm he lifted himself to be level with you, except for the small height difference. Even in your hero uniform, you look perfect in his eye. Everything about you screamed perfection to him.

"You better come back safe and not be late, darling." He said, emerald green eyes looking down at your e/c ones.

Smiling warmly, you knew that he held such a deep love and concern for you. Reaching up to cup his cheek, you leaned in and placed your lips against his. He tried to make the kiss heated, and you allowed it, letting him kiss you with every ounce of passion you knew he held for you.

When you finally did break away, you kept your forehead on his. While he kept his arms around your waist.

"I promise I'll be safe and come back to you." You whisper.

That whisper rang true in his heart while he watched you go. It rang true while the hours passed. It started to falter when you missed dinner reservations, and it completely shattered when he got a call from the police station.

Everything was muffled to him, all he could remember hearing was, "We deeply apologize Mr. Midoriya."

Never had the hero felt more of a punch to the gut than this moment. Never had Izuku known that the last time with his beloved Y/n would be the last. The last time he heard you laugh, saw you smile, feel your warmth, wipe your tears.

"N-no, this… T-this is a joke." was the last thing he said before he was up and out the door.

Izuku wasted no time running down the many flights of stairs of your shared apartment building, knowing that the elevator would have taken too long for such a rushed occasion.

"Damn it!" The freckled man yelled once he reached outside, not caring who saw or heard him. He made quick use of his quirk and made his way to the police station, ignoring all the startled cries of the crowd below. The words from the phone call became clearer in his head.

"We couldn't get to them soon enough sir, we tried everything in our power…"

Gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to break down, he ignored the voice in his head while he drew closer to the station.

Barging through the doors of the police station, Izuku didn't even bother checking with the front desk, knowing exactly where the chief of police would be located. Ignoring the confused looks and concerned voices he punched down the chief's office door, his now dark emerald eyes glaring holes into the startled man who immediately stood up at the number one hero's presence.

"Mr. Midoriya, I-I know you're-"

"Where are they?" He said in a low voice, glowing green streams emanating from him with fury and worry as he challenged the man to say anything.

The chief looked at the young hero up and down before seemingly reading his thoughts and threats.

"This way…" the chief said hesitantly, walking past Izuku and out into the main room. At this point anyone who was there had their eyes on the two men, knowing exactly why pro-hero Deku was there and why the chief looked so sullen.

N-now, listen Deku.." That was all the chief could get out before shouldering the man out of the way and swinging the merge door open.

He froze once fully inside the room and was met with your resting body on a metal table. Visually, everything looked completely fine with you. A little disheveled, paling skin colour and your face was tear streaked but nothing more than that.

"T-their sleeping. Tell me they're sleeping." He whispered, his stomach doing flips.

"I'm sorry Mr. Midoriya.." the mortician began dryly, "Y/n's lab results c-came back, and it appears that they suffocated to death due to a quirk that creates a gas c-called phosgene b-but it was mixed with another compound we are unsure of at the moment. But that aids in the gas working so quickly. "

"Did they suffer?"

"E-excuse me?" The mortician questioned, looking at the young man who was now clutching your cold hand in his.

"Did they suffer?" He asked again to her.

"Uh, I-"

"And don't lie to me," He said as the air filled with that buzz of green electricity.

"Y-yes, sir. The gasses caused severe respiratory effects. This means that it disrupts the blood-air barrier to the lungs and the other gas b-basically, once inhaled, tears holes into the lung tissues… causing suffocation… and d-death." The lady squeaks out.

"That's enough," The chief said nodding to the mortician before focusing back on him.

"Mr. Midoriya, we want you to know that they saved all of their colleagues, most are in the hospital recovering as we speak. If it hadn't been for them, we would have lost a lot more from the hero team and even the police force. They dragged everyone out selflessly, even when they knew there was danger."

At this point, Izuku was shaking violently: anger, sadness, and utter despair flowing through his entire body.

"Deku… Mr. Midoriya, I am deeply sorr-"

"NO!" Izuku screamed, causing the chief and the mortician lady to jump.

"They are not dead! That villain can't take them from me! Not like this, they can not die like this! Not now, not ever! He cried out, curling your limp body into his carefully.

He didn't care how desperate and broken he sounded. You were not allowed to leave him, especially like this. Where was his happy ending with you?

"You were supposed to keep your promise Y/n!" He sobbed out. And those sobs rang through the room and the entire police force. Was this the happy ending he deserved?

Thank you for reading, I hope y’all enjoyed it! Have a great day, even after reading all that angst!

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Pretty cool answers got some more if that’s ok?

1: what is something the duo believes in? Like Bigfoot, mothman, etc…

2: what’s their opinion on cops in general?

3: you mention in a earlier post that Chris accidentally brushed his teeth with Jake’s toothbrush, was there any other gross moments the duo received?

4: you might’ve answer this before I think but what’s something that makes the duo really angry like super-saiyan angry?

5: what bets does the duo regular make? Like sees who’s faster for example?

6: what does the duo like to do with those respective girlfriends? Like hand holding, kisses on the cheek, etc

1) Well given that well….its the DCU where Greek pantheon gods, biblical demons, descendents of the Norse pantheon (New Genesis and Apokolips) and many others are all legit characters, it’s likely those cryptids indeed do exist anyways. Mainly the Duo though would give some attention in saying the Loch Ness Monster and the Congo’s Mokele Mbembe are real. Unlike in our reality, they have some actual evidence

2) Whilr they certainly have very good allies in Dan Turpin, Maggie Sawyer and especially Amy Rohrbach (in addition it of course Jim Gordon, Renee Montoya and even Harvey Bullock), Chris and Jake are overall more cautious around police officers in general and prefer not to overly rely on them as they both are aware of the systemic issues and structural problems many police departments have, the ones that we in the real world would acknowledge. This is especially true for Bludhaven as their police department is stated in being more corrupt than even Gotham’s.

3) Well, there only two incidents they are willing to talk about including the time Jake was dared by one of his classmates to not shower for a few days, hoping to break a record from an urban legend at their school. While he was able to beat said record by one messily minute, by the end of it he’d smelled and I quote from Chris “like if a foot and Brussels sprouts had a baby….who went Number 2 on their diaper.” Once Jake finally beat said record, Mar’i and Chris immediately gathered up some clean clothes, dragged Jake immediately straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind them so he can finally shower.

The other time would be when Chris and Jake love did some volunteer work at the local zoo, especially when it came time for cleaning some of the animal enclosures. Most difficult of all being the chimpanzees given their usual methods of warding off intruders. One of their ‘items’ they threw literally hit a fan (thankfully an air conditioner fan not a person) from across their habitat.

4) Easily hurting their loved ones and best friends like each others real badly and especially right in front of their eyes while gloating/laughing about it. During the brutal duel and beat down against Victor Zsasz on Jake, had he not been restrained by a power dampening anklet with traces of kryptonite in it, Chris for sure would’ve gone absolutely ballistic on the deranged criminal and rightfully so.

Also hurting innocents just to spite them or being careless is another way to get the two real ticked off. Even Chris and Jake have shown amazement on their ability to hold back during the few times Mongul nearly annihilated large swathes of Bludhaven and Metropolis, merely pounding him down rather than outright incinerating him.

5) Along with who can fly and/or run the fastest, they also made bets on Who can Eat Raw Onions without Crying (Chris won that one), Who’s the better poem writer (Jake), Who Can Curl Their Tongue (Jake again), Who can Annoy Hawkman first (Chris) and Who Can handle Spicy Hot Wings (like we’re taking spices including Habenero and Ghost Chili Peppers) with their Powers Shut Off and Without Milk (a Tie since they both made it two Twenty Wings before rushing for the Gallons)

6) Hand Holding, Quick Cheek Kisses, Sitting Close to each other when taking a seat, Paying for Lunches (Chris and Thara often make reservations at a local Big Belly Burger in Metropolis while conversely Jake and Meredith are regulars at a Bomp N Stomp in Bludhaven), Going to the Movies together (Especially Kaiju movies for Meredith of course), and helping each other out with their homework at their nearby libraries; all these are common place for the Duo regarding Thara and Meredith respectively

Thanks for the asks and your compliments @pin-crusher2000 . It’s very appreciated :-D

[corpsebasil]

Triple Threat Headcannons Before Part 4

if you haven’t read triple threat check my Masterlist!

Ansel:

- most attractive of the siblings. like, this man could model if he didn’t have such a twisted mind

- most like Stu; crazier than his younger siblings

- would gladly kill you if it meant he kept his siblings safe

- was the first one out of foster home and managed to get custody of his younger siblings and he would’ve killed lots of people that tried to get in the way

- preferred weapon is a gun. yes, a gun, though he can use anything he puts his hands on

- has a habit of being extremely loud at random moments. like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he just SCREECHES like a cat at the top of his lungs

- pays for almost everything even though no one asks where he’s getting the money

- I feel like he’d have hazel eyes. idk.

- tall. tall.

- calls himself ‘the Joker’ as his nickname because he identifies with the character. his fave Joker is Heath Ledger.

- love love loooves pizza.

Matteo:

- calmest of the three.

- there’s speculation that he may or may not be Billy’s son, thanks to the slight differences in his appearance than his siblings, but no one addresses that or knows.

- has medical experience. need stitches? check. need to go to the hospital? don’t bother, Matteo’s got you.

- has the most level head and highest intelligence in the family. reads a lot, mostly non-fiction.

- not shy but is quiet and reserved. extremely loyal and only truly interacts with his brother and sister.

- definitely brown eyed. like big baby cow eyes, but don’t let that make you think you’re safe.

- makes most of the decisions. he’s the general of a small army of three and pulls Ansel and Lola in line sometimes.

Lola:

- devious woman.

- on the shorter side and absolutely gorgeous. dark hair and eyes like Matteo but her features are closer to Stu than Matteo’s are.

- I feel like she’s a major girl’s girl. wanna get a pumpkin spice latte and then watch a horror movie? hell to the fuckin’ yeah.

- super friendly and flirty but she’d still cut you.

- never had feelings for Ethan although she flirts with him from time to time just for entertainment.

- her favorite book is ‘Bunny’.

- can’t cook but she sure can rack up the charges on Ansel’s card through Uber Eats.

- makes the best margarita you’ll ever try.

- extremely smart when it comes to engineering. she literally hand-crafts her own bombs.

[originmade]

ZERA - PORTRAYAL MASTER POST

Tags: Headcanons. Asks. Interactions.

This post is to cover all major canon divergences as well as any important details that are worth sharing about my portrayal of Zera. All of these points remain no matter the verse unless stated otherwise or plotted with specific partners. Zera has been my favorite character in the series and as the only person ever to roleplay her ( almost 10 years baby ), I have developed far beyond anything the original series could have intended. Please Note: Zera's portrayal is very heavily tied to my Mavis Portrayal

1 ) As stated in my Mavis Portrayal Notes, Zera would also be older during the events of Fairy Tail Zero. While she did die at the age of 6, her illusionary form would have aged alongside Mavis. Zera would have appeared as 15 when the events of Fairy Tail Zero began, and actually celebrated her birthday during this period of time, making her 16 when she disappeared.

2 ) To call Zera entirely an illusion would be inaccurate as she is not entirely a creation of Mavis' alone, as when Mavis' magic awoke the night Zera died, she had not only awaken her illusion magic, but also a type of Seith Magic, basically trapping Zera's soul into the illusion that Mavis had created. Zera's entire personality and behaviors are all her own. The moment her soul was set free was the moment Mavis made the illusion disappear.

3 ) There is almost a cosmic joke about Zera's existence alongside Mavis. If Mavis is conscious and about, Zera cannot exist, but is Mavis is either dead, unconscious, or in the primary case, comatose, Zera can exist. This contradiction has lead to Zera being a ghost of the original guild hall, constantly about and being seen by those who wear the guild's emblem, but due to her quiet and reserved nature, most have only seen her, but never interacted. There are many rumors of the Guild Hall being haunted, and she only claims them as half true.

4 ) Zera is very tight lipped and shy. She knows much more than she leads onto and tends to not interact with people unless absolutely necessary. A large part of this is due to the isolationist setting that was Tenro, and how her only constant companion was Mavis, but also due to how when she was alive, she tended to get burned a lot with relationships when speaking on what she knows. She is very much the type to keep you guessing at any given moment.

5 ) Upon Mavis' death, Zera retains most of the other's memories and a large portion of her magic. Zera is able to create illusions and projections of herself wherever deemed necessary, her soul being attached to the remnants of Mavis' magic more than the illusion itself. She still isn't active in the guild setting, but remains present enough to be known and will answer questions about Mavis and the founders when pushed. She deems herself more as a resource for the guild rather than an actual member of the guild ( especially considering how much of the original information within the guild has been lost due to the many destructions of the guild )

6 ) She can pick and choose who she is visible too, and typically it's a large sign of trust if you are able to see her constantly. Following Mavis' 'death', she made herself present to Warrod and Yuriy, feeling they should know of her reappearance, but was kept away from Precht due to his proximity to Mavis in the Lumine Histoire. Following Yuriy's death and Warrods departure from the guild, Zera would frequently visit Warrod, keeping him company and giving him accounts as to what was happening in the Fairy Tail guild after his departure.

More shall be added / this post shall be updated when deemed necessary

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 4

Ch 20

I’m starting to get bored

My feeble brain can only handle so much

(When are we gonna stop being introduced to new characters… This is fine. Hi Elide.)

I have enough of a crush on Manon that I can stand to go through this brand-new-change-of-perspective, brand-new-character-introduction nonsense

But really I just wanna get back to the main story

“The valg kidnapped and stole whatever Fae they could; and because your eyes are getting that glazed look, I’m just going to jump to the end and say the offspring became us. Witches.” How did she know my eyes were getting that glazed look

(I feel like SJM herself wrote that sentence just for me Lmao)

(I am not sorry)

(This is HALFWAY thru the series why are you still doling out brand new information in such a boring plot infodumpy way) (imm BORED) (let’s go come on can we please get back to the story stop wasting my time)

Ch 21

Doriannnnnnnnn

Shh

No one’s gonna kill you, baby

Not now, not ever. Hush your sweet little babygirl head and wait for your daring rescue. Dorian. Baby. Babygirl. They are coming for you.

Ch 22

I love you Chaol

I want to rescue him too

What is it all for - vanquishing evil, if we can’t expect good to triumph! Why fight, if we can’t stand to *gain* anything! Hopes and dreams are stronger than sorrow and fear! HOPES AND DREAMS.

We can save him I KNOW that we can

Ch 23

This very soft moment between Aedion and Aelin is all I could ask for, tysm.

It actually feels like we were owed it even though we never saw them together before this. The emotions of it is like *chef’s kiss* and I want to see more soft moments like this.

Ch 24

I’ll never get enough of watching Aelin kick ass and murder ruthlessly and unstoppably. She’s so cool.

Chaol buddy you’re kinda on thin ice. I support you in a let’s-rescue-Dorian kind of way, but I *don’t* really understand your fear of magic and your enthusiasm for humans over other beings.

Like

We are all people

Even the people who aren’t humans are people, get over yourself

I feel like someone needs to sit both of them down to have a long conversation because they are both being so dumb. Chaol is like “I’m a high fantasy racist and anyone who is partially fae needs to be without magic or I can’t trust them” and Aelin is like “Dorian is over and even if he’s not death is preferable to demonic possession, I must murder him and the fact that you don’t want me to makes you my enemy.”

And it’s just like

Listen Shh

You both need to take a fucking second and think about your values and what makes you similar: remember? Remember how you loved each other once? Remember how you’re both *people* and how Dorian is special to both of you? Also stop being racist, Chaol, it’s unforgivable behavior and you’re better than that

Ch 25

Ok Elide.

I changed my mind.

Now I love you.

(Shh, listen, I reserve the right to change my mind - I have a small feeble mind but I changed it)

I need to stop comparing this series to Game of Thrones

It’s not like Game of Thrones but it gives me a similar feeling, samish category, especially with the introduction of new characters all the time and all i wanna do is go back and see the characters i already care about, and i have trouble seeing how it ties together, and maybe it *doesn’t* tie together, but i should just sit down and enjoy it because who tf knows where this is going

Anyway idk

[trigul]

Commission's

DO/ DON'T

DO - Animal characteristics (multiple nipples, ears, tails, etc.) - Any gender or characteristics - nsfw - fluff

Differents size - Lactancy/Breastfeeding/Birth - Oc's

DON'T!

- Inflations

-Scat/gore/farts/vore/watersports/violence/violation

- Non-consensual/illegal acts

- Minor/underage characters

- Exaggerated hiper-pregnancy.

MAYBE - Furry - Fan-arts

-creatures/ tentacles

-Eggs/ovoposition

Feel free to ask me if you have any doubt or consulting!

There is a big disadvantage of I not accepting if the order puts the babies at risk and/or has fetal death.

TOS

Delivery is 4 to 6 days approximately. If it's more complex the illustration could take a couple of days longer.*

Payment is first.

Paypal only.

It's possible to make versions, this will have a slight extra cost depending on how many they are.

Two changes are allowed before final finishing.

I reserve the right to refuse any commission and to publish commissions, if you don't want your name in the publication tell me in advance.

Delivery will be by wetransfer.

About the background, it will be simple or Blurry. If you have a separate idea you can comment it and we can discuss it.

Personal use only, I do not authorize to edit or resell my art without my consent.

You can publish your commission anywhere online as long as you credit the artist (i.e. me).

If you accept commissions I assume you read these terms and accept them.

*I advance at the same time the commissions, some complex ones will take more time. If you want to keep track, please feel free to ask me your number in any moment.

If you are interested, please send me a message here or on twitter 🎊

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ESPAÑOL

¡Comisiones de Trigul!

Hola! Estoy abriendo comisiones otra vez! Siéntete libre de preguntarme y/o consultarme!

Hago/ NO Hago

Hago: - Nacimientos - Características animales (múltiples pezones, orejas, colas, etc) - Cualquier género o característica del personaje. - NSFW - Fluff - Lactancia - Oc's - Huevos / ovoposición (poner huevos) - Bestialidad / Monstruos / Tentáculos - Diferencias de tamaños...

Siéntate libre de consultarme si tienes alguna duda!

NO hago: - Inflaciones. - Scat/pedos/gore/vore/watersports (fetiche con orina)/violencia/violación - Actos sin consentimiento o ilegales - Personajes menores de edad - Exagerados hiper-embarazos

QUIZÁ: - Furry - Fan-arts

Hay una gran desventaja de que no acepte si el pedido pone en riesgo a los bebés y/o tiene muerte fetal.

Términos y condiciones

La entrega es de 4 a 6 días. Si es más compleja la ilustración podría tardar un par de días más.*

El pago es primero. Solo paypal.

Si es posible hacer versiones, esto tendrá un ligero costo extra dependiendo de cuantas sean.

Se permiten dos cambios antes del acabado final. 

Me reservo el derecho de rechazar alguna comisión y de publicar las comisiones, si no deseas tu nombre en la publicación dime por adelantado.

Acerca del fondo, este será simple o borroso(con blur). Si tienes una idea aparte puedes comentarla y podemos discutirlo.

La entrega será por wetransfer, todo por mensajes.

Solo uso personal, no autorizo editar ni revender mi arte sin mi consentimiento.

Puedes publicar tu comisión en cualquier lado online siempre y cuando pongas los créditos al artista ( es decir: yo).

Si aceptas comisionarme doy por hecho que leíste estos términos y los aceptas.

*Avanzo a la vez las comisiones, algunas complejas tomaran más tiempo. Puedes preguntar el número que tienes con libertad.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Aria Connor and Marlene Monroe 😅

I- I love it😭

Please accept this sketch I made of Marlene.

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7 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#4

Sketch Dump

Went flipping through my old sketchbook and thought I'd share somethings with everyone especially @one-boring-person since these contain some sketches of the T-750/Eve her Terminator oc and some things inspired by her old fic.

Pictured here is a sketch that I did include in Eve's full body but what was cropped out was the first sketch of my OC Aria which I drew alongside her.

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8 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#3

Help Me Understand

Austin wants answers to his questions about love whether or not Aria's ready face her own answers.

For @mimeticpolyalloy1000

Heavy footfalls, the forceful opening of a door, and the sudden blinding flash of artificial light after steady nighttime darkness bring Aria out of her sleepy time.

“Aria I need to ask you something,” Austin says formally announcing his presence only to be met with a sleepy and annoyed groan.

"Austin, not that I'm mad but why are you in my room at 3 in the morning?" At her response, he turns to look at the digital clock on her bedside, long enough to register the blinking numbers.

“... Should I come back later?” Aria sits up in bed making sure her pajamas, consisting of a thin tank and comfy pajama bottoms, covered everything. Not that she thinks Austin would give it much notice.

"No no, if I don't answer your question you'll just pace up and down the place keeping me up anyway." She says motioning him to sit down, expecting him to sit near the foot of the bed only to fluster when he sits down only a foot or two away from her. She clears her throat, composing herself before continuing “So what did you want to ask me?”

“I need you to explain what it means to love someone.” Less of a question, more like a demand said in the same factoid way of speech he has when intaking information.

"... Huh,” she uttered, wondering if it was too late to send him away. “Listen, love can mean different things to different people so I can't guarantee that it'll be the same to other people," Aria tells him, not very keen on having this conversation at all.

"Well, what does it mean to you?" Austin’s counter-question gave Aria pause, she had to turn away from him as she really thought about it. She had put the need to prepare for this moment on the backburner, both to keep a level head in the midst of the battle for the future and because she didn’t actually know how to describe love.

To Aria, love was once a cozy woodside cabin with a grandmother who smelled like lilac and taught her how to make paper flowers. Or an apartment with her mom who would bring home her favorite food from the diner she worked at. And her aunt Ginger who once had a bright smile and a contagious laugh, reserved for moments like when she tried to teach Aria how to use makeup to comically bad results. Nowadays, love came in the form of a mother who could be as cold and strict as gunmetal and just as unrelenting. Love also came in the form of her little brother with impish smiles and big hazel eyes that always betrayed his thoughts and emotions in a way only she was ever around to read. Her brother, who she was tasked to guard from the first moment her mother felt him kick and who she seriously vowed to protect when he first held her finger in his little baby fists.

“I think love means to care about someone enough to put their happiness and well-being over your own. Because when you see them smile and hear them laugh, you want nothing more than to make sure that they can keep it no matter what it takes…even if the means hurt you in the process.” When she was done talking she turned back to Austin, in time to see his gaze shift from her to just over her shoulder, Aria could tell he wasn't looking at anything in particular and was taking a moment to analyze her response both the intended verbal answer and the unintentional physical reaction she had to the question. It unnerved her how well Austin could read her and it’s with those same nerves that she asks her next question.

"Austin,” at the sound of Aria’s voice Austin focused his eyes back on hers, “we've been around each other for a few weeks now so why did you wait so long to ask."

"I needed time to process. I needed to know if these new… feelings would correspond with your explanation." He explains, simple words ladened with not so simple meanings.

"And?" Austin gave an uncharacteristic and unsure shrug. A very human gesture of cluelessness, too human for either’s comfort. "... What do you know, Austin?" Aria's voice seemed to startle her for a second as if she hadn't meant to say it out loud before she schooled her features back down to a neutral farce. She knew she had just asked a dangerous question but she needed to know his answer, for her own sake.

Austin shifted closer to Aria on the bed to the point he could faintly hear her heart beating at a quickened pace. He made sure to keep eye contact with her as he gave his answer.

"I know that I look for you when you're not around. I know that when you are, I can’t bring myself to be far from you. I know I've memorized everything from your appearance to your speech pattern. But that doesn't stop me from wanting to hear more of your voice. Doesn't stop me from wanting to… see more of you." His eyes flick down for the briefest moment and Aria's tank top suddenly felt way too heavy and way too thick.

“I know all these wants confuse and alarm me in a way I hadn’t been able to describe.” There was a ‘till now’ that went unsaid, but both knew it was insinuated.

“And most of all,” he says as he leans in even closer till their faces were inches apart, “I want to know what you know, Aria.” He says as his eyes roam her face searching for something Aria’s not sure she wants him finding. Apparently, he doesn't find it and he lets a small, almost sad, smile fall upon his lips.

“But I know that’s not gonna happen anytime soon,” he said as he leaned back still holding Aria’s attention captive, “So, for now, I’ll leave you to rest. Goodnight Aria.” And as swiftly as he entered, he left, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. The only evidence that he had been there was the ragged breath Aria let out, after unconsciously holding it in. Despite Austin’s words and the early hour she knew she definitely wasn’t getting any more sleep tonight.

11 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

Squad A Au

Do you think squad A could have completed the mission.

It's an AU. Blackguard never betrayed the team so Amanda didn't make them into a scrape goat and they made it past the beach. There's no squad B which could also mean that Amanda placed Peacemaker on this team or one of the original members is her inside man.

Everything I'm about to say is a mix based on the movie(s?), A quick search through wikis, and just what I think would make for a good story/movie.

The Lineup

Harley and Rick have both proven themselves as very smart and capable people so I'm going to focus on the others.

Mongal: This is someone that went head to head with Superman AND LIVED she definitely should not have died via fire. She has super strength, super speed, and invulnerability. She's also an alien warrior so she knows how to fight. In the comics she has an energy chest cannon and since her costume has the same design feature imma go ahead and give her that.

T.D.K: He's definitely Arm-Fall-Off-Boy/Splitter so I'm going to have to be very generous with him. Wiki says that his arms cannot reattach, they instead can regrow within minutes, and in the comics he's shown to regularly use them as blunt weapons. What does this mean? It means that no matter what happened to his arms once they detach they should not have any affect on his main body at all. The movies make it clear he has telekinetic control over them and while, yes, only 2 arms attacking you is kind of pathetic a good dozen, however, is nightmare fuel. He's also 1 of 2 members of the team that started off as a hero. In fact as far as I can tell he was never a villain in any of his comic appearances.

Savant: The other member that started off on the right side of the track. Well, he was a pretty violent vigilante so maybe middle of the road is a more apt term. His on screen persona seems to be much older than his comic counterpart so it's safe to say he's been doing villainy for a while now. By far the smartest member of the team, despite being an expert marksman his most dangerous ability is his hacking. Which he used as a villain to blackmail and extort others.

Blackguard: He's an idiot but he's an idiot you'd want in your corner during a fight. His suit grants him ergokinesis, control of energy, which he uses to construct weapons such as shields, maces, and whips. Considering he's also an expert marksman it's not an impossibility that he could make energy bullets either. Wiki states he's got superhuman strength, idk if that's all him or if it comes from the suit. Either way he's got it.

Javelin: He is an Olympic athlete who, as far as I can tell, turned to villainy just for the hell of it. I already said I think his weapon is magic, what I didn't mention was that I think his javelin is an all-in-oner. Everything his specially engineered javelins could do in the comics his magic javelin can do in the movie. Smoke screen, explosions, etc. The reason Harley couldn't do that is because only he knows all the secrets of the magic javelin.

Captain Boomerang: This is the man that knocked out The Flash with a boomerang and tied him to a rocket boomerang. I don't know if these were on the same day but the fact remains he did it. He's deceptively smart, no one manages to rob every bank in Australia without a couple of good braincells. Unlike movie!Javelin he actually does make all his own specialized weapons. He's also an explosive engineer, do with that what you will.

Weasel: He has killed 27 children before so there's obviously some bloodlust that the team could possibly weaponize, but then again they were children so there's no knowing how good he can actually fight, and then again again he's a weasel and they can be mean mfs. Basically, jury's out on this one.

The Dynamics

Sometimes a family is an exasperated father (Savant), his 6 kids and their murderous pet weasel that's still alive somehow.

Blackguard would definitely be the little brother that T.D.K, Harley, and Boomerang like to mess with. He'd try to go to Rick or Savant to get them to stop. He'd learn pretty quickly Ricks the only one who'll actually try to help.

Javelin flirts with everyone (bar weasel) at least once. Mongal threatened to stick his javelin where the sun don't shine. T.D.K is described as being mischievous and fun loving so there's a good chance he flirted back. Savant glared at him menacingly until he apologized and backed away. Blackguard, the poor idiot, couldn't tell he was being hit on so it just made the exchange funny/awkward for all involved. Boomerang definitely flirted back with a sexual innuendo about his own "javelin".

When the truth comes out I can see T.D.K immediately siding with Rick. Savant would need a bit more convincing, like say the death/threat of death of one of his kids teammates.

Idk if I want Weasel to "die" on the beach only for him to come back later as a joke/dues ex machina. Or for him to try and eat/attack his teammates like Nanaue did but because they can't reason with him it just goes "No, bad Weasel. Bad Weasel." *Spray bottle*.

17 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Movie Night

Warning: Messy art, Inconsistent style

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22 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

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