#roomie was a hero for driving

[padmerrie]

soooooo i was sick for 2 weeks

[ornii]

Following that sort of crossover with Batman… what if a kind family from Smallville (Kansas) sent their son to Nevermore so he wouldn't have to worry about using his growing powers without fear of being rejected or having his true origins discovered?

I do Like The DC X Wednesday Crossover ideas of Teenage Heroes living at Nevermore.

The God Among Men

The Ride from Kansas to Nevermore was a toll. The dead silence, the unnerving wait of what’s to come. It all was a bit, too much for (Y/n). The boy say in the backseat with his bags, oddly quiet now. But it can all be directed towards the incident that happened at his last school, which lead to a few first degree burns and a hole in the roof. That is when the truth came out of his origin, a child born not from earth but from another planet. Soon his powers began to manifest from it all, turning him into a monster as some would say. The only place that could possibly assist him was Nevermore academy, the academic boarding school for “Freaks.”

“(Y/n), such a.. unique name.” Principal Weems, the head of the school at Nevermore and was more than such, tall, beautiful, elegant. Jonathan and Martha Kent, the parents of said (Y/n) sit across from her with their child in the middle, a bit awkwardly smiling.

“It’s a Name We gave him, something strong and passionate.” Martha says as Jonathan nods.

“Our (Y/n) is, different from the normal students and, we’re scared they’ll Bully him for it. Nevermore seems the place for different people.” Jonathan explains to Weems who nods.

“We’ll Just from looking at you, you don’t have any physical abnormalities I can decipher.” Weems says and stands up. “Can I ask a assessment of your, abnormalities?” She asks, and (Y/n) awkwardly shrugs.

“Sure.. i can fly, punch pretty hard, and nothing really hurts me, and.. I can..” (Y/n) says, but trails off, getting more somber.

“He can, I guess shoot lasers from his eyes.” Jonathan explains for his son. “They can be.. dangerous…” he says. Weems notices the slight awkwardness and smiles.

“Then you will fit on amazingly here, come we’ll show you to your dorm in Hamlet Hall.” Weems said, and the small group walked though Nevermore.

“You arrival was actually a bit short notice, we already had a student come last week, Miss Addams, perhaps you two will get along as new students.” Weems continues to strut leading them to the dormitory. After unpacking and giving his mother and father a Solemn Goodbye, he watches the car drive down the hall and the boy stands there, and reluctantly prepares for his first day. Sitting within his dorm room he places a picture of himself and his parents on his baseball tournament win, after hitting one of the most famous home run swings, but little did he know it was the trigger for his super strength, I guess that day was tainted. His attention was suddenly cut off by the dorm door opening and he looks up to see his dorm mate. Ajax.

“Oh you’re here already? Cool.” He says with an oddly slow enthusiasm. He walks over to fist bump (Y/n) who, a bit confused agrees.

“You must be Ajax, nice to meet you.” He said as the guy nods.

“Yeah I was busy with Enid, we Uh, that’s not important I guess, nice to meet you but for your own safety we probably shouldn’t look at each other.” He said, which raises the brow of (y/n).

“Why?”

“I’m a, Gorgon.. we don’t look at each other, wind up a stone statue.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that with me.” (Y/n) responds trying to jest.

“So, what powers do you have? Most in Nevermore got some freaky stuff about em.”

(Y/n) looks a bit worried but slowly builds up the courage to tell him. “I’m.. an alien.” (Y/n) said, and Ajax just stares at him for what seems to be forever.

“Like, E.T?”

“…No?”

“Aww.. anyway it’s, been cool. I’ll show you around tomorrow if that’s cool.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” (Y/n) responds and smiles, trying to make the best out of this situation. “Nice, I gotta head back out for some club stuff, be seeing you roomie.” Ajax says before heading back out, (Y/n) sits there and ponders more about his situation. Being sent to a new school, finding out you have powers beyond even what most monsters have, it’s a lot to take in. It’s best to sleep on it, hoping tomorrow brings better insight.

The next morning, Ajax was giving (Y/n) the causal Nevermore Tour. They enter the large social area, and (Y/n) sees the various groups, teams, and cliques.

“See, you got vampires, Werwolves, Ghosts, Sirens, and a few small ones like gorgons.” Ajax explains, (Y/n) notices a blonde haired girl who giggles and waves at Ajax.

“Who’s that?” He asks.

“Enid, She’s a Werewolf.” Ajax explains, but also has this sheepishly happy smile when he looks at her, (Y/n)’s eyes slowly scan the girl next to Enid, who stood out like a very sore and bleeding thumb. All black, dark hair, piercing eyes.

“And the girl next to her?”

“Oh that’s Uh.. Wednesday Addams. Total terror, best to stray from her.” Ajax says, and (Y/n) nods.

“Uh, Yeah.. i guess. She’s a bit scary..” you admit.

“That’s funny coming from a guy who says he can shoot lasers out of his eyes.” Ajax says smirking, unfortunately for him, Classes began and (Y/n) checked his schedule, and his first class was Mrs Thornhills Chemistry. Making his way there he chose not to mingle with anyone, keeping to himself mostly. Entering the class he notices the almost full seats, and Mrs Thornhill at the head of the class.

“Ah. Mr Kent, The Next Transfer, our class is slightly packed so, you’ll be seated next to.. Ah the other Transfer, Miss Addams.” Thornhill says, much to the shock and slight anxiety of (Y/n) he cautiously walks to the seat and sits down, feeling the intense tension in the air at this seat, he turns and tries to introduce himself to the jet black raven sitting next to him.

“Uh Hey, im (Y/n) Kent, Even though She already said that…” he says, realizing how dumb he just sounded. She turns her head slightly in his direction.

“Wednesday Addams.” She responds calmly and with meticulous detail. And she just turns her head back, completely different ignoring him now, he sighs and also looks forward a bit sad. His attempt to make a friend was a total failure.

Night Falls on Nevermore and as usual (Y/n) was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Ajax was gone for some “Club Activities”. (Y/n) waited until he was Sure Ajax was gone, he then walked to the window and opened it, the warm air sky filled his nostrils. He takes a running start and leaps out the window head first, suddenly his body halted in the air and he chuckles, and begins to fly, soaring though the air and around Nevermore, letting the dreary landscape be his ariel teacher, the wind blowing in his hair, the pressure against his skin all felt so, surreal. His travels along the sky were halted by music playing so perfectly, it was a melodramatic version of paint it black, and the chords, the strings were so enthralling that he had to see who was playing that, his attention turns to the large window clock tower like room and he slowly descended to the origin of the sound. And he was met to Wednesday Addams, playing. He couldn’t resist listening, and just watching her as she’s lost in the music. She finishes and lower her string, her eyes slowly look up to (Y/n), levitating before her, the two lock eyes finally and they stare at each other, (Y/n) in Amazement of her music skills, and her clandestine beauty, and Wednesday in Amazement of his abilities to fly, and his almost shocking appearance. The two stare for what seems to be forever, perhaps not wanting to spoil the moment, or..

Having ulterior motives.

[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Update - Art

We're coming up on the close of these nomination updates, but there's one last group that we had to cover before we called it done. And that's art. We've had a lot of fics nominated, but we've also had a marvellous selection of art nominated. There have been some incredible, inspiring pieces nominated, including AUs, web weaves, an entire zine, comics, and more. Take a look!

Title: 52 hertz Link: here Fandom: Lifesteal SMP Author: oneirogen Relationships: Ashswag & Squiddo, background Reddoons/Ashswag Characters: Squiddo, Ashswag, Reddoons Length: 4,370 words and web weave Genre: AU, Character Study, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Weird formatting Summary: > SQUIDDO: So the plan is simple. We’ve got around thirty-six hours of driving to do until we reach the source of this weird frequency, then we figure out whatever is making it and then drive another thirty-six hours back so we can report to the Professor. Easy :D > ASHSWAG: How the fuck did you do that with your mouth. or: squiddo goes on a roadtrip.

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Title: Hels to Pay AU/From Eden Link: here Fandom: Crossover Fandom Author: aquaquadrant/lunarcrown Relationships: Tango/Jimmy is the main one I can think of?  Characters: Tangotek, Jimmy Solidarity, ImpulseSV, Helsmits Length: 105,000+ words and art Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Whump Summary: Tango is a Hermit, a redstoner, a Life Series member, and Jimmy's soulmate. However, before that, he was Tangotek from Hels, a blaze hybrid turned into a living blaze farm by Hels corporation Tek Industries. When Tango manages to break out of the Tek Industries lab and stumbles across a portal near Hels spawn, he doesn't hesitate before diving in, heedless of the potential consequences. Consequences such as his overworld counterpart, Bravo, being stuck in Hels for the next decade, looking for revenge, and ending up at Tek industries to get it.

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Title: Together till the very end Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: Avi-mation Relationships: Grian, Cleo, Etho (platonic) Characters: Grian, Cleo, Etho Genre: Canon-Compliant, Fluff, Family Summary: (This is a comic of the secret life roomies) After the gruelling hard task, Grian feels insecure about his place in the team with Cleo and Etho. As the yellow, he is a liability, especially knowing his track record. Cleo and Etho work together wonderfully, is there even a need keeping him around

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Title: Good News! Ghostbur Comic Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: sidecast Relationships: Ghostbur & Technoblade, Ghostbur & Niki, Ghostbur & Tommy Characters: Ghostbur Genre: Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Fix-It, Fluff, Family, Friendship, Found Family Summary: Ghostbur happy ending comic! Based on blackout poetry of Wilbur's post about Ghostbur's limbo. 

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Title: DSMP Comics vol. 1 Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: DSMP Comics Zine Relationships: all of them Characters: yep. all of them Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Summary: In a city brimming with heroes, vigilantes, and villains, a mysterious organization known only as E.G.G. has stepped out of the shadows. Their goal? Total chaos. In their quest to overrun the city, they've developed a device that shuffles people's powers— and nobody is safe…

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Title: another visit  Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: yuker Relationships: Quackity/Karl Jacobs Characters: Quackity, Karl Jacobs Genre: Angst, Canon-Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Character Study Summary: [sometimes I see him in the middle of the night but he doesn't really remember me.] In which Karl visits Quackity in between his time traveling, and Quackity cannot be sure he isn't dreaming.

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Title: El nido de cuervo - The crow's nest  Link: here Fandom: QSMP Author: wizardsandrain Relationships: Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah Characters: Phliza, Chayanne, Tallulah Genre: Canon-Compliant, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fluff, Family Summary: A painting of the basement where Chayanne and Tallulah sleep

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Title: RvB/HC au Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: gingermaple Relationships: platonic Etho&Cleo, platonic Scar&Bdubs Characters: Etho, Scar, Bdubs, Cleo, Grian Genre: AU, Crossover, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Space AU Summary: Hermitcraft characters in a Red vs Blue AU, loosely following (or ignoring) RvB canon. RvB is a space opera in a general war setting with a lot of silly shenanigans. Some angst, found friendship-family, and generally just a bunch of idiots getting themselves into crazy situations.

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Title: Desert Duo Vigilante AU [DDVAU] Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: kitsuneisi & xmaruu11 Relationships: Scar/Grian [Romantic], Grian & Jimmy [Platonic], Cub & Scar [Platonic] Characters: Grian / CuteGuy & Scar / HotGuy Genre: AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Summary: Hero HotGuy fights crime with Vigilante Cuteguy. There is a love dynamic going on [Grian loves Scar, Hotguy loves Cuteguy, but Scar only thinks of Grian as a friend & Cuteguy thinks Hotguy is annoying] They don't know each others super hero identities but fight crime together. Scar and Grian teach at a school together outside of their hero duties.

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Title: the handgun is no longer sexy Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: regicidal-optimism Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Genre: Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Romance Summary: Web weave about Las Nevadas Quackity loving a man who wants to die and not being over Pogtopia.

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Title: the wedding before everything went wrong Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: terracottakore Relationships: etho/cleo  Characters: cleo, etho  Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Humour, Slow Burn Summary: etho and cleo wedding 

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Title: Frankenstein Cletho AU Art Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: cerealdog Relationships: Cleo/Etho, Cleo & Etho, Cleo/Bdubs, Cleo & Bdubs, Joel Smallishbeans & Etho Characters: Cleo, Etho, Bdubs, Joel Smallishbeans,  Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Drama, Horror, Romance Summary: Full-color art of Frankenstein's Monster!Cleo and Frankenstein!Etho in his lab, as well as three primarily black and white lineart pieces of other scenes from the book reinterpreted with Joel, Bdubs, Etho, and Cleo.

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Title: Portal AU Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: lemontarto Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit Characters: Tommyinnit, Tubbo Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Friendship Summary: Tommy & Tubbo r two lads living in the woods with their big brother wilbur (who is overworked stressed and tired) when tubbo stumbles upon a strange,magical portal formed by entwined tree branches ! Its mostly them engaging in shenanigans in this new world and going on adventures(led by sprites/spirits in the shadows) & wilbur getting to relax a bit!

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Title: the statue queen and her knight Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: greenix Relationships: Ethoslab & ZombieCleo Characters: Ethoslab, Zombiecleo Genre: character designs Summary: Cleo as a gorgon and Etho as a weeping angel.

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Title: Blood for the Blood Child Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: @beckyblah on tumblr  Relationships: tommyinnit & technoblade  Characters: tommyinnit, techno Genre: Canon-Divergent Summary: Tommy holding an axe and a wither skull saying, "Blood for the blood child."

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Title: Not applicable Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: lockspick (locksock) Relationships: Ethoslab/TangoTek Characters: Ethoslab, TangoTek Genre: Smut, Action/Adventure Summary: personally, i think almost drowning in a 1x1 tube with ur teammate is a little homoerotic, don’t you?

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Title: Last of Us + Tntduo Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ashthefrogprin Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Romance, Slow Burn Summary: A series of images depicting quackbur in a The Last of Us AU, followed by a brief summary of a few scenes the artist was imagining. Wilbur has a shotgun; Quackity has an axe. They're both traveling across the country together trying to find a safe harbor with other survivors-- and, as it turns out, being in close quarters with someone during life-threatening situations means the two of you tend to bond. Odd thing, that.

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Title: Scar & Grian TMA AU Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: qhideduo Relationships: Grian & Scar Characters: Grian, Scar Genre: Angst, AU, Crossover, Horror Summary: In which Scar is an avatar of the End and Grian is an Avatar of the Slaughter. (Grian has trouble finding people to kill to feed his patron. Scar suggests that Grian kill him since he'll come back anyways. Grian has concerns and hesitates, but does it with Scar's assurances.)

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Title: super_not_evil_mayor.png Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: cornpapers Relationships: Scar & Bdubs Characters: Scar, Bdubs Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent Summary: A season 7 swap AU where Scar is mayor of the shopping district, but fighting to preserve the mycelium instead of get rid of it. He’s, uh, not doing so hot.

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Title: the arrangement Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: cornpapers Relationships: Grian & Scar Characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar Genre: Superhero/Superpower AU Summary: Art of a meeting between Hotguy and the (seemingly antagonistic) Poultry Man, with a really intriguing dynamic.

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Title: tazercraft kagerou days Link: here Fandom: QSMP Author: routeriver Relationships: Pactw & Mikethelink Characters: Pactw, Mikethelink Genre: Angst, AU, Time Loop Summary: Tazercraft Kagerou Daze AU - you know that animated music video with the boy and the girl in a timeloop where they keep having to watch the other die in horrible accidents? This art is a redraw of that video's thumbnail with Pac & Mike as the two characters in the timeloop.

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Title: Space Mining AU Link: here and here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: wszczebrzyszynie Relationships: Team Ranchers, Cledubs, Ethubs, Scarian, Treebark, Convex brothers, ImpSkizz, Flower Husbands. Zedaph, Doc, Pearl and Gem are also characters. Everything mentioned as platonic, except romantic Jizzie. Characters: Tango and Jimmy Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Drama, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Space AU Summary: Space Mining AU. Tango was an engineer, became a wanted terrorist after he blew up Callisto, a moon where he was doing illegal skulk mining. He blew it up alongside other miners after finding out that skulk is alive, parasitic and infecting people, but he ended up being the sole survivor of the explosion, and the skulk wasn't completely sealed off. He ends up living with Desert Duo for a while (a pair of also dangerous criminals), and that's where he meets Jimmy. It kind of all goes downhill from there.

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Title: i think i would like a quiet life Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: pidgedee Relationships: tommy&a healing arc Characters: TommyInnit Genre: Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Fix-It Summary: A gentle-ending poem comic about c!Tommy.

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[chennaitokanchipuram]

Reasonable Innova Car Rental Administrations in Chennai

Presentation

Chennai, the capital of Tamil Nadu, is a clamoring city with a rich social legacy and a flourishing economy. Whether you're visiting for business or relaxation, exploring the city's bustling roads can be a test. This is where Innova car rental administrations in Chennai act the hero, offering an agreeable, roomy, and reasonable transportation arrangement.

Why Pick Innova Car Rental in Chennai?

Solace and Space

The Toyota Innova is prestigious for its open insides and happy with seating. Whether you're going with family, companions, or partners, the Innova guarantees a wonderful excursion. The adequate legroom and high level suspension framework make lengthy cruises all over Chennai a breeze.

Flexibility

Innova cars are flexible and appropriate for different purposes. Whether you really want transportation for a conference, a family outing, or an excursion to local traveler objections, an Innova rental offers the adaptability to address your issues.

Unwavering quality

Toyota is known for its unwavering quality, and the Innova is no exemption. With normal upkeep and a hearty form, you can trust an Innova to get you to your objective securely and on time.

Advantages of Leasing an Innova in Chennai

Practical

As opposed to prevalent thinking, leasing an Innova in Chennai can be very reasonable. Numerous rental administrations offer serious rates, particularly for longer terms. At the point when you figure the solace and accommodation, the expense viability of Innova car rental Chennai becomes obvious.

Proficient Drivers

Most Innova car rental administrations in Chennai give proficient and experienced drivers. These drivers are knowledgeable with the city's courses and traffic conditions, guaranteeing a smooth and peaceful excursion for you.

Comfort

Leasing an Innova disposes of the issue of managing public transportation or the pressure of driving in new rush hour gridlock conditions. You can sit back, unwind, and take in the scenery while the driver deals with the rest.

Adjustable Bundles

Numerous car rental organizations in Chennai offer adjustable bundles to suit your particular requirements. Whether you really want the car for a couple of hours, a day, or a lengthy period, you can track down a rental arrangement that works for you.

Ways to track down the Best Innova Car Rental in Chennai

Think about Costs

It's generally smart to look at costs from changed rental administrations. Search for cutthroat rates and any extraordinary offers or limits that may be accessible.

Actually look at Surveys

Perusing surveys from past clients can provide you with a smart thought of the nature of administration given by the rental organization. Search for organizations with positive criticism and high appraisals.

Check Incorporations

Guarantee that the rental bundle incorporates fundamental administrations like protection, fuel, and driver charges. Explain any extra costs that may be involved to keep away from shocks later.

Book Ahead of time

To get the best rates and accessibility, attempt to book your Innova car rental in Chennai well ahead of time, particularly during top travel seasons.

End

Innova car rental in Chennai offers an amazing answer for those looking for solace, accommodation, and reasonableness. Whether you're in the city for a short visit or an all-inclusive visit, leasing an Innova guarantees you can explore Chennai's roads easily and style. By picking a solid rental help, you can partake in an issue free and essential travel insight.

[indiaautomobilesnews]

Ampere Primus Overview

India has finally witnessed the introduction of the Ampere Primus electric scooter. With a top speed of 77 Kmph, the new EV from the Manufacturer is priced at more than one lakh rupees. An LCD screen, LED lighting, reverse mode, and three riding modes—Power, City, and Eco—are among the key Primus specifications. The range between charges is over 100 km. Pre-orders for the e-scooter are currently being accepted nationwide. Including the Primus price in India, here is all you need to know about the two-wheeler:

Specifications

The new Primus e-scooter is powered by a mid-mounted motor with a maximum output of 4 kW. A belt final drive transfers the engine's force to the rear wheel. According to Ampere, the Primus has a peak speed of 77 kmph and can reach 40 kph in 4.2 seconds. The Primus offers three riding modes in addition to Reverse: Power, City, and Eco.

The Primus e-3kWh scooter's lithium-iron-phosphate battery is said to provide a 107km range in Power mode on a single charge. The range will be larger in Eco mode, and it will take longer to charge the battery using a conventional 5A outlet—the business hasn't specified a precise number, just that it would take longer. Ampere Primus Specifications are great for the price it is offered for. 

Features

Primus is the ideal alternative if you're searching for a trustworthy and reasonably priced scooter that's great for daily usage! This scooter is popular among riders not only because it is inexpensive but also because it has a lot of incredible features. We'll go over some of the key characteristics of Primus in this blog article and explain why they make it such a fantastic option for daily usage. In addition, we'll provide you with advice on how to get the most out of it and guarantee you have the finest experience.

The Primus scooter's design is a fusion of traditional and modern scooter styles. This electric scooter doesn't stand out from non-electric ones with any clear distinguishing characteristics. Without compromising rider comfort, the Ampere Primus Features a comfortable riding posture, roomy legroom, and a 22-liter boot.

Instrument Console

The Ampere bikes LCD instrument console features three ride modes—City, Power, and Ecology—and a Bluetooth connection. The feature that jumps out is the inclusion of a reverse mode, which may be useful when hauling cargo behind the rear seat. While having the essential characteristics, this scooter does not mention anti-theft, live tracking, or any additional functionality.

Competitors

Ampere is anticipated to release the Primus in June 2023, with an anticipated price of Rs 95,000. (ex-showroom Delhi). It will compete with products like the Hero Electric Photon and the Okinawa iPraise+.

Price

The Amepre Primus electric scooter has arrived in India, and the Ampere Primus price is Rs 1,10,000. (ex-showroom).  The scooter is available in four colors—Himalayan White, Havelock Blue, Buck Black, and Royal Orange—and a two-tone design with matte surfaces.

[muses-of-the-memory]

Brock nods to Tina as he continues to notice Snubbull trying to struggle in Muchmoney's arms. Soon, everyone enters the mansion. "It's like a palace." Misty spoke from her perspective. "Or a castle." ash added. "It's filthy outside, so we must mustn't forget to wipe our feet." Madame Muchmoney spoke as everyone does so. "I bet there are at least fifty rooms in this house, huh?" Misty asked.

"Jeeves would know the answer to that. How many rooms do we have, Jeeves?" Madame Muchmoney said to her butler. "86 at last count, Madame Muchmoney." Jeeves replied. "Right. We're planning an addition to the west wing." Muchmoney spoke, leaving everyone baffled. "There's no time for the grand tour, but perhaps you'd like to see Snubbull's wing." She said. "Uh, sure..."

Miss Muchmoney takes our heroes on a tour of her Snubbull's own personal wing of the mansion, starting with the bedroom. "This is Snubbull's bedroom on Saturdays, she watches all her favorite cartoons here every weekend." Miss Muchmoney leads them into the closet, "This is Snubbull's walk-in closet." She added. "It's so big it ought to be called a drive-in closet, not a walk-in closet." Misty stated. "It has to be roomy because I couldn't bare for Snubbull to have to wear the same thing twice." Madame Muchmoney spoke as she leads the heroes to a gym. "We all know how important exercise is, so I had this workout room built to keep Snubbull in tip-top shape."

"Seems nice, but I think if I was Snubbull, I'd rather be running around in the gigantic yard down there." Ash spoke. "I'm trying to keep Snubbull healthy, so I'd hate to send her out with all that harsh sun and polluted air." Muchmoney spoke.

Happy 26th Anniversary to Pokémon the Series

Everyone, today is the 26th Anniversary of one of the greatest 4kids English dubs of all time,

Pokémon!

Already it has been 26 years since we have seen the adventures of

Ash Ketchum, Pallet Town's future Pokemon Master, his first partner, Pikachu alongside his friends,

Misty and Brock across the Kanto region

while fighting against the Team Rocket trio; Jessie, James and Meowth!

So, for today, I will make this is an open roleplay for anyone interested to RP with my Pokémon muses in the original series verse.

Ash Ketchum and Pikachu

Misty

Brock

Jessie

James

Meowth

Tagged by: @hoshi-neko-hikari, @spirits-of-nature16, @the-world-hopper, @bluemajingirl, @themultiverseheroines, @smashingveteransandnewcomers, @champofpallet

[jobean12-blog]

Eddie Munson Masterlist

All the Small Things 

Boys in Bed with Books (Eddie chapter) *

The Girl at the Rock Show *

Roll Play *

Teenage Dirtbag 

Magic Fingers *

Devilish Doodles

Forevermore * (Vampire AU)

Detention Tension *

Dirty Little Secret *

Movie Magic *

Heart Ink

Hooked * (Pirate AU)

Feed the Flame

Going Steddie * Steve Harrington x reader, Eddie Munson x reader, Steddie x reader)

Prom and Prejudice

Start Me Up* (Mechanic AU)

A Good Hair Deal (Steddie x reader)

Never Enough *

Just a Reminder *

Picture Perfect Mirror *

Falling All Over Again

Come Closer * (Demon AU)

The Rest of the Story

All the Right Moves *

Always a Hero

The Light of Love

Campaign of Chaos * (Steddie x reader)

She Drives me Crazy

The Professor Is In * (Modern/Professor AU)

My Girl *

Roomies (College AU)

Cuffed *

Chef’s Kiss 

The Shadows Between Us (Vampire AU)

Always Be My Baby 

Under Your Skin (Tattoo AU)

One Hot Ticket

Much Ado About Books (Bookshop AU)

Rock Love (Steddie)

Playing for Keeps (College AU)

Lined with Love

Bat, Please!

* Indicates SMUT (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

[whichcouldmeannothing]

funny mouth to the cloud

(twas clearing out the old writing google drive and found this gem, not finished but shrugs anyw)

summary:

When a group of civilians possess some super-secret weapon designed by a scientist, Johnny thinks it’s finally an easy day in New York. And then Spider-Man gets stabbed, and now he has to deal with his roommate bleeding out in the costume of the guy he has a crush on.

He will take back his first thought now.

Johnny Storm, the smart guy he is, likes to learn.

He also likes to learn about his elusive weirdo roommate, Peter Parker.

Peter Parker is an investigative little weirdo.

He knows that Pete is a photographer, who can pay rent on time and who takes care of his cameras and whatever. But as he sees Peter Parker, the man who lives on the opposite wall as him, pushed back into an alley wall, his camera being dropped to the ground, inferences are connected in his mind. These stereotypical thugs are practically spitting on him. “You stay away from the Hoenikkers, understand?” Johnny touches down behind the thugs as silently as he can.

Peter’s fist is shaking and before he can even blink, one of the men is on the floor. The other guy looks at his companion, and then back at nerdy, unassuming Peter. Johnny lets out a surprised little laugh, causing the other macho man to turn around and squeak in fear. Johnny snaps his fingers, summoning a little flame in between his fingers. He jerks a thumb onto the street, spurring the thugs to run away.

Peter Parker has a wicked punch.

“You know, when I said I wanted to know more about you, I didn’t mean like this.” Johnny’s flashing him a smile. Peter nods at him before moving to take the camera off the alley floor, probably contaminated with sicknesses too numerous to name. He’s staring at his camera lens, evidently looking for a crack or something.

Peter Parker works for the worst newspaper in the city.

“You work for the Bugle?” Johnny asks, spotting the lanyard hanging on Peter’s neck. Peter looks up from his camera and uses one hand to gesture at the red print on his neck, with a face that practically screams duh. Right, he forgot how absolutely insufferable Peter Parker is. So insufferable, that he didn’t even tell the man he lives with where he works. Two can always play at that game. He looks around the alley, with the garbage bin behind him and the rats scurrying away near them. “You know, I didn’t expect your office to look as clean as this.”

Peter makes that dumb annoying little smile, the one where his lips are closed and he tilts his head as if to tell Johnny how hilarious and sick that burn was. It makes something in Johnny warm. Peter moves to leave the alley but is stopped by Johnny blocking him. He leans forward, jutting his cheek at Peter. “Not even a thank you, darling?”

That breaks Peter, giving Johnny the most giant wave of pride as Peter Parker breaks into a chuckle and a smile that makes his eyes go soft. “Thank you, The Human Torch, I will buy food for you on the way home.” He pushes Johnny lightly, as he walks out onto the sidewalk.

“See you later, roomie!” He hollers down the street, before flying off to the usual place.

–

“Takeout is on the counter.” Peter isn’t even looking at him, eyes stuck onto the Photoshop on his screen.  Johnny is still holding onto the windowsill. His roommate is sat at the dining table, typing away and doing things for his job at the Daily Bugle, like spreading rumours about Spider-Man on his burner account or worshipping his asshole editor-in-chief. A cup of coffee is held in Peter’s hoodied hands. Johnny crawls in, clasping his hands together as he says in the most enamored voice he can make “My hero.”

Peter scoffs. “Right, okay, Human Torch.”

Johnny walks to his room, the click-clack of Peter’s keyboard being the only sound in the room. Johnny’s honestly surprised that he lives and breathes five feet away from someone like Peter. If it was someone else he lived with who was annoying yet thoughtful, peaceful at night and quippy in the mornings, he'd kill them.

But Peter is different. He’s comfortable.  He’s predictable. He’s normal. He pads out of his room, wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Peter turns to him and stares. Ever the flirt, Johnny flashes his pearly whites. “See something you like?”

“Your-” He cuts himself off, pointing to his collarbone, making Johnny look and-

Oh. Johnny flicks a wrist, trying to play it off. “No biggie, just some thug got a lucky hit.” Just some lucky son of a gun with a knife and a death wish.

Peter screeches the chair across the floor, and Johnny watches as Peter rifles through cabinets. The sound of wooden doors creaking open fade away, as Johnny notes something else about Peter.

Peter’s hair is the dumbest thing on this planet.

His brown hair is messy and thoroughly uncombed, but parts of it seem to stick up, defying gravity. It seems smoothed over like he kept running his hand through his hair. He wonders how long Peter had been just seated at the table, doing work. His glasses sit on the table, with a new photo of Spider-Man on his computer. Johnny immediately focuses on that.

It’s Spider-Man soaring and swinging around the city, Johnny close on his heels. It looks amazing and Johnny remembers the wind in his hair and the smile on his face, but knowing the Bugle, it’ll be printed under a headline reading Spider-Menace Kidnaps Hero Johnny Storm. He can’t tear his eyes away. “I want this printed.” He remarks. 

“Heh.” Peter does that little smile, the one after when he chuckles, where it’s like making as small of a smile as possible and where his teeth touch his tongue as if he has to hold himself back. It’s adorable. Johnny picks up his head to look at Peter. “Have you met Spider-Man?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty lame.” Like a little knight, he whips his head to face Peter, ready to defend his little spider-princess. His eyebrows knit together as he asks the born and bred New Yorker, whose main job it is to take photos of Spider-Man “Do you not like Spider-Man?”

Peter shrugs. He turns around an indifferent expression on his face. “He’s Spider-Man.”

“He’s Spider-Man! Friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man! How could you not like him?” Peter drops the first-aid kit on the counter, it’s louder-than-usual thump making Johnny tilt his head at his roommate. His eyes narrow as Peter moves to wash his hands. “Your work is corrupting your brain, young Parker.”

“Shut up.” The brunette counters, but Johnny is adept enough in Peter Parker that he can clearly tell that he is smiling. His words curve around his smile, and it sounds so distinct.

“You know,” He remarks as he leans on the breakfast bar. “Spider-Man really isn’t that bad.” Johnny will launch into a full essay, with arguments and paragraphs to defend his webhead.

“If I was like slightly more mean, I’d kick you out for that.”

Peter turns around, first-aid kit in hand, looking like a tired nurse patching up her hero boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen what he can do. He’s not perfect.” Peter walks around the dining table, standing in front of Johnny. As Peter gets the antiseptic, Johnny lowers his voice into a respectable volume. 

“You shouldn’t believe all Jameson peddles. He isn’t as murderous as you think.” He makes a tiny grin, hoping a similar one will bloom onto Peter’s face. He mentally high fives himself when he sees it does. As a tiny little gold star on Johnny’s collar, Peter says a small “Thank you.”

Peter turns and dabs the cotton ball on Johnny’s collarbone, the sensation immediately shifting all his focus onto the man treating his wound.

Peter has a little scar, on the left side of his face.

He has a couple of inches on the photographer, so he can see the old scar near his hairline. It’s stark white against his fair skin. Johnny’s morbid curiosity wants to take over and touch it. As Peter shakily pulls back his collar, Johnny whispers (Why is he whispering?) “How’d you get that scar?”

A hand shoots up to touch the scar, slight panic clouding Peter’s features. “Cleaning the chimney.”

Peter lived somewhere with a chimney.

Peter steps closer to Johnny, a couple inches separating them from each other. Delicate fingertips smooth out the bandage. Johnny takes the moment to look at Peter, dumb quiet helpful little Peter. How did he luck out so much on a roommate? He’s so helpful and he’s cute, pink lips pressed together in concentration.

Johnny zones out, focusing on Pete’s lips. Somehow, he thinks of Spider-Man.

(“It’s called ice-nine, it’s so absolutely insane!” Spidey talks with his hands, matching the hustle and bustle of the city across the harbour. Even though he can never see stars in New York, he thinks that even among the buildings that never sleep, the brightest thing in the city is the boy beside him. His mask is pulled up, and his pink lips are moving fast and Johnny wants to kiss the facts of ice-nine out of his mouth. His companion takes a sip of his soda.

“It’s so weird, but Tony said that it’s this water molecule that if it touches water, it’ll teach every other molecule in the water how to become solid.” Johnny looks at the river in front of him, probably full of toxic sludge and other monstrosities that could never compare to what the Four has dealt with. “Imagine actually seeing what hellspawn is stuck under the East River.”

Spider-Man laughs. Johnny wants to record it and wake up to that sound. The wind whistles around them. He takes a bite of his fries as the web-slinger continues.

“It’s important it doesn’t touch human skin though. It’ll cause like your skin to go like ice and your mouth goes blue. It’s freaky.” Testing his luck, he moves closer to the web-head. “Don’t worry, babe.” He produces a little flame in his hand. “I’ll protect you.”

Spider-Man giggles, pushing him away. Johnny grins. “Weirdo.”

“Okay, Spider-Man.”

“Okay, matchstick.” Spider-Man leans back, eyes on the stars. “Don’t know how it’ll handle with enhanced humans, but I should be okay.” Johnny is pointedly not looking at his arms. He stares at anything else, the buildings or the ships or something.

“Anyway, the guy who made it, Felix Hoenikker, gave the only samples to his kids and we’re scared it’ll go into the wrong hands, so tomorrow, I’m going to get it and lock it up.” He pulls his mask back on and stands up. Johnny frowns.

“Need any help?” The hero shakes his head. Johnny must be full-on pouting because of Spider-Man ruffles Johnny’s hair.

“It’s okay Sparky, I’m plenty hot myself.” Johnny’s shoulders sag, hoping to a higher power that he looks so incredibly pathetic and pitiful right now. Spider-Man narrows his eyes at him and turns away, ready to jump and swing away, but he turns around. “Fine, extra help would be pretty great.”

Johnny cheers and Spider-Man laughs. He goes slinging away and Johnny stays a little bit more, watching the wallcrawler vanish.)

“Johnny?” He blinks. He is in his apartment, roommate further than he was before. He coughs, brushing imaginary dust of his shirt. Why is his breath all stuttery? Why is Spider-Man always on his mind? Why is Peter Parker so quiet?

He grabs the leftover food, as Peter goes back to take his seat. On normal days, he would play some inane comedy movie on Netflix, and he would commentate, eliciting the rare remark or laugh from Pete. But Peter looks so focused on his slander campaign on Spider-Man (read: His job) and he has a superhero date with Spider-Man in the morning. 

He can only hope to not be a smitten little fool, be as cool as those funny little ice cubes.

there's actually like 3k that i didnt include here because i wasn't ever sure id post this but i was proud of it enough to post! wrote this in 2021 so it may not be the most accurate to how i write now but i was plenty proud of how much i did! if this does well maybe ill finish it hehe

[yourheartonfire]

Drabble Master List Part Two

Welcome to the second part of the Drabble Master List, covering stand alone drabbles from 

Main Hub is over here. Drabble Master List Part One is over here.

List continues below the break...

List currently goes from August 2021 back through April 2020.  A work in progress, still filling in the older pieces!

“Visiting Hours”, civilian x villain x hero

"Dinner Bet", hero x villain

"Council of Villains", villains, civilian x villain, hero x villain

"A Good Death", hero x villain

"Cat and Mouse," hero x villain

"Flinch", criminal x detective

“Anima Mea”, civilian x villain

“No Permanent Marks”, hero x thief

“Anything for a Friend”, mercenary x friend, fantasy

“Territorial Disputes”, hero x villain, lol, fluff

“Pivot”, hero x villain

“Tea and No Sympathy”, hero x villain

“Pas de trois”, hero x villain x villain, lol

“What’s a Little Kidnapping Between Friends?”, hero x villain, lol, 3000+

“Pruning”, heroes and villains

“Supplicant”, thief, fantasy, vaguely dnd if you tilt your head

“Care”, hero x villain

“First Aid”, medic, angels

“Handoff”, spy x soldier

“Ink”, hero x villain

“Dagger to the Heart, Arrow to the Spleen”, hero x villain

“McGuffin”, protagonist x villain, protagonist and hero

“Teenage Dirtbags”, hero x villain, teens 1000±

“Touch Starved”, hero x villain, 1000+

“Capes and Masks”, civilian x villain

“What’s the Return Policy on This Hero?”, hero x villain

“Meeting of the Minds”, hero x villain

“My Eyes Are Up Here, Buddy”, hero x villain

“Suitable Revenge”, fantasy, hero x dark lord

“Court Etiquette”, fairy tale, fantasy, sisters

“Obvious Trap”, hero x villain

“Business and Pleasure”, hero x villain, spy v spy

“Playing Dead”, hero x villain, mage x general

“Friendly Advice”, villain x villain

“Bifrost Closed, Take Detour”, fantasy

“Photo Finish”, hero x villain

“Suggestions”, hero x villain

“Safe Driving”, fantasy

“Nowhere to Run To, Baby”, civilian x villain

“Touch Starved”, hero x villain, 1000+

“Observation, Patience”, detective

“In His Head”, hero x villain, 1000+

“Open ‘em Up”, evil hero

“Oracle”, space opera

“A Queen from the Sea”, pirates, queens, fantasy

“False Faces”, hero x villain, hero x other villain

“2am Pancakes”, hero and civilians, 1000+

“Starlight Burgers”, hero x villain, teens, 1000+

“Witches”, Halloween shorts

“Fae”, Halloween shorts

“Vampire”, Halloween shorts

“Werewolf”, Halloween shorts

“Mad Scientist”, Halloween shorts

“Getaways”, hero x villain

“Alter”, sci fi, sisters

“Not What It Looks Like”, civilian x villain, hero x villain

“Roomie Compatibility”, contemporary fantasy, ghosts

“Practical Female Armor”, hero x villain, princess

“Courtyard Fountain”, contemporary fantasy, undine

“The Infamous Hot Shot Cat Burglar”, thief x detective, 20,000+

“Making Right”, hero x villain

“Homewarming”, contemporary fantasy

“Vanishing Acts”, hero x villain, magician x fae

“Allies and Friends”, hero x villain

“Switching Sides”, hero x villain

“Non-Violent Takeover”, fantasy

“A Folly”, pirates

“Coaxing”, hero x villain

“Clinic”, medic x villain, civilian x villain

“Unmasked”, hero x villain

“And They Were Roommates”, hero x villain

“The Climb”, hero x thief, fantasy

“The Cave”, protagonist x guardian, fantasy

“Villainous Advice”, hero x villain

“Favors”, hero x villain

“Fancy Dress,” villain team-up

“The Hunt,” protagonist x fae

“Kind Neighbors,” protagonist x undine, contemporary fantasy

“Winter Temples,” paladin x thief, fantasy

“The Librarian,” it’s got a librarian baby, fantasy 500+

“The Glow Up,” hero x villain

“Ethics of Captivity,” scientist x mermaid

“Battle Training,” royal and soldier, fantasy

“Put a Ring on It,” thief x villain

“Monsters Ball”, hero x villain, cyberpunk

“Lies and Forgotten Things,” medic x villain

“Thoughtful Gifts,” hero x villain

“Big Magic,” dark academia, fantasy

“Taking the Hits”, hero x medic, 500+

[cerebricarchives]

=At the drive way of the house where the situation is being taken place, Thy Neon Viking fully suited up, gets into his run down station wagon with a mistached door. The shoulder pads bonk on the window, the fit is tight, he struggles to even get his butt on the seat from the scuffle, trying to get away from the green suited hero coming his way. His fists hit each other, emitting short shocks, flaring little bits fry out in the air as he approaches to the oversized barbarian=

🪓: Shit shit shit, come on! =Thy Neon Viking turns his key in the ingition as the vehicle refuses to even go off.= Come on! New battery and everything!

⚡: Hey man let me help you with that.

=Out of a moment a bright blue flash blares from the driver's seat. What once was a mighty warrior covered in deep blue sapphire became a ginger neckbeard with an Iron Maiden tank top and a pair of boxers under the belt, with a burly yet strong figure. The look on the former viking went from scared to shitless with the suit of green armor coming for him.=

🪓: AYYYE! Yeah of course...right at the worst moment too.

⚡: The hell was all of that?

🪓: Would it matter? At this rate I'm finished...do what you must...

⚡: Well....okay then. = Gets in postion infront of the station wagon = Pop her open, I'll jump start for ya.

=Thy neon viking takes this to a mild confusion=

🪓: I'm...i beg your pardon?

⚡: Hey I know I'm a hero and all but no harm no foul. If he did get ate up by those buggers then sure, take that TV. I've done my fair share of it.

🪓: Huh...so you're really not from the Trinity of Justice after all? =Pops the hood open as Green Thunder makes some sparks onto the drained car battery= Honestly when I saw that iron you're wearing, I thought you were one of the big boys. Or you knew me. Aye a long story to be told. =starts the car up as it works.= Just don't know why you'd even help me after I socked ya.

⚡: Heroes Code, we're all in this together. Even if they're a bit..skeevy.

🪓: You got principles, huh? Mind the pun but you're looking too green to play the honesty card...what's your game?

⚡: Okay I can't afford the Uber to take the way back. Hoping you could give me a lift back to the city before a Trinity Agent comes by, or worse badges.

🪓: =rolls his eyes= Why the hell not, get in. =The Green Thunder tries to go into the passanger seat. = Ahh you might want to take the back seat. Butt seat on that got torn off unless you like cold framing on your thighs. =Viking points to the seat where there's just nothing but the framing of the seat with what looks like cups of Sally's full the buttless void=

=The Green Thunder gets into the backseat and it's not any more better than the seatless passanger side. The floor is littered with Taco Baco bags and empty cans of beer, the battleaxe is taking up the right seat and the smell of burnt ashes musk up the whole car. The Widescreen TV klepted from the situation is sitting so finely at the roomy back trunk along with a de-stringed Steinberger bass guitar. Stolen or not, it's not the place for an insturument. The vehcile backs out of the drive way with the sound of a screeching rudder as it turns, and drives off into the city of Riverstone, Massachusetts. Yards behind them, swarms of police interceptors, a firetruck and ambulances comeby to the house of the situation. The Viking peers at his rear view mirror and sighs in refielf*

🪓: Good mind...Riverstone cops take no shit if they saw me getting out of that one,

⚡: =taking off his helmet-visor combo= They'll treat us the same, always looking for the right time catch a real bad guy. Don't know how they'll react to those bugs or whatever you're on about.

🪓: You said you're from Riverstone? I got a place over there, maybe we could trade origin stories over some nachoes and a few cold ones.

⚡: Well...if you're up to it I guess I wouldn't mind.

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Fly It High

*After failing to enter the front door of the household of Caleb Ramos, where a TOJ Code Orange threat is taken place, Green Thunder tries the backdoor by going over the stone molded fence to the pool, to which he falls flat on his ass.*

⚡: AH DAMN! Augh...walk it off, boy. Walk it....huh.

*Green Thunder notices the pool needed some cleaning work, as weird pale creatures are surfaced on the pool, looking like veiny worms with dozens of legs, all of them not moving. GT gets up to investigate the pile of odd bodies, even getting a pool net and foolishly pokes at them.*

⚡: Well whatever the hell happened...damn seemed like an agent already got here. The hell are these th-

*In a smashing instance, a window from the second story breaks through with a worm creature plopped on the floor. In a moment it scurries it's little legs around, finding it's footing as Green Thunder is taking it lightly*

⚡: EUGH what the FUCK! The HELL is that goddamn thing!? No no no, I'm out, I'm-

*In a second instance, a man donning a bright shining blue armor jumps out of the window and lands right on his feet next to the crawling creature. Green Thunder backs up as the man swings a battle axe glowing with green and blue neon lights onto the floor, slicing the creature in half, all the while he gutturally screams in a thick Gaelic accent. As he kicks the pieces off to the pool, he looks up and notices the man in the green suit piece of tech, scared shitless.*

🪓: This doesn't concern you, false knight! Go back to your little cave.

⚡: Whoa okay. Time out, time out. =doing the time out gesture= Hold up, what the hell, what's going on? What happened here?

🪓: Star Spawns happened.

⚡: What?

🪓: =points battle axe to the pile of bodies soaking in the chloride dyed pool= Least I remind you of the Ancient's ways, corrupted by the master, where meteor showers or aurora borealis happen, the stars fall upon the Earth. You're lucky enough I showed up, otherwise your Trinity of Justice would have to keep them alive before they turn into worse beings.

⚡: =squats down eyeing the monsters= They look like the XenoQueen got it on with the Eraserhead baby...well you know when it was grown up and uh...well anyways if it will make you feel better I'm not with the ToJ. I'm on my own here, and I'd have to assume you are too?

🪓: I'm different from you, wandering warrior.

⚡: Right well I bet you heard about a Code Orange Threat here. Caleb Ramos, a professor from Riverstone University. Advanced biology but toyed around with making house flies the literal size of houses some dozen years ago. What made you so special that you happened by the area?

🪓: Fool that you are to misunderstand what's going on. If I may properly introduce myself, I am the combined son of Odin and Zeus. I was chosen by the true Heirs of the Ancients to protect the planet from The Master's plan to corrupt you beings much like he did with the Ancients. Wielding the Axe of All Knowns, Armor of the Southern Isles and power gifted from the True Heirs to undo the Master's plan, I am Thy Neon Viking!

*A breif pause happens as Green Thunder has to collect what this cosplayer has ranted in the past minute*

⚡: So...where's Caleb?

*Thy Neon Viking points his axe once again to the pile of bodies, especially to one where it's belly looks full.*

⚡: =Shakes head= Okay, I don't know what kind of nut job thing you got goin' on pal, but right now we got anomalies in the pool, an MIA civilian and by any moment an actual agent is gonna come by and for our sakes, pin this on the both of us. You and I gotta zip.

🪓: In a moment. =Turns around to the glass sided back door= There maybe some more Star Spawns. I'll hold them off back, you can just go.

⚡: You know I kind of realize something....out there in the drive way there was a station wagon. Looked pretty gritty, with a mismatched door. With a big screen TV at the back. =Looks over Neon Viking's shoulder, peering through the glass door to see a pretty bad scuffle. Tossed chairs, weird black goo on the walls, a nice clean outline where a TV would be hanging on the wall= So what's going on?

🪓: Hey like I said, Viking business. Okay so what, I broke the screen. You know what they say...uh...always recyle!

⚡: Buddy....=takes a big whiff= yeah that's skunk weed al-

*In a flashed moment Neon Viking jabs his fist to Green Thunder's stomach, whereas he holds onto the impact, putting his legs together and falls right by the poolside. Groaning in pain, Neon Viking runs right out to the door, smashes right through the glass door and goes through the spacious fancy household with his battle axe grinding through the floor, more like he's dragging it behind.*

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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xxvi: Fall

C.C. was not in a good mood when Happy took her on her first day of Junior year. 

He'd woken her up at five in the morning, then made her shower at six. The upside to this was that she was able to have breakfast before leaving, but she wasn't sure it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for a whole year. He'd also made her iron her clothes! Happy was stubborn, and he had a way to make her do things she'd only encountered with Fury.

"Well, Happy's having a blast acting as a father," She commented moodily to Ned. "He's always telling me 'do this'— 'don't slouch!'— 'text me your location if you're with Peter!' and I have to prove that May's in the house with us! He's terrible..."

"Well, now you can cross that off the list: the overprotective parent experience," Ned joked.

"Hey, that's true!" C.C. chuckled.

"Is it weird, not having Pietro around?" Her friend asked. "This is the third time you move out, isn't it tiring?"

"I've spent most of my life moving, the time at Pietro's apartment feels like a fever dream," She smiled. "I'll call him tonight to hear all about his first day. To answer your question, though, I'm used to not living in the same place for long."

"Then it's weirder that you've been here for two years?"

"Yeah, that's kinda weird," She conceded, her eyes stopped at some point in the distance and she grinned. "You know what's even weirder, though? That's my boyfriend!"

Peter was organizing his locker, he wasn't aware of the two teenagers staring at him.

"Yeah, Peter having a long-term relationship with a superhero isn't exactly what I thought would happen," Ned snorted. "That's insane! In a very cool way," he remarked, "but it's not that crazy if I see it from your perspective... he was the first superhero your age you ever met, right? It was expected."

"You think so?" She tilted her head. "How was that expected?"

"Well, a hero's always going to have an easy dating life. Only idiots would choose to make that complicated too."

"I'd never seen it that way," C.C. raised a brow, "but dating Peter is the easiest thing I've done in my life, so you must be right."

They approached Peter, his eyes skimmed over their faces briefly, then he stopped and smiled at her.

"Hey, pretty! I've been looking for you since I got here!"

"What about me?" Ned frowned.

"You're always in my heart, Ned, I don't need to go looking," Peter teased.

"I'll take it," The boy replied with a casual shrug.

"How was your morning, C? Did Happy make you run a mile before breakfast?"

"Don't you dare say that to him, he might get ideas!"

"What's up, losers?"

MJ appeared behind the girl and Ned, making them jump. C.C. was quick to hide her claws.

"We're talking about Happy's dictatorship and how I'll end up running away with Peter."

"Are we thinking of eloping?"

"How about we run away, the four of us, and we live as roomies for the rest of our lives?" Peter offered.

"As long as I'm allowed to bring dogs," MJ hummed.

"As long as they get along with the stray cats C.C. attracts," Ned teased.

"I don't like cats," C.C. wrinkled her nose. "You can bring as many dogs as you please, MJ."

"Happy birthday!" C.C. hugged Peter from behind.

She wasn't big on physical contact but he loved it, so she would try her best to satisfy his needs even when she was feeling a little awkward about it, it was her way of showing she cared.

"Thanks!" He beamed. "Are you coming to my house tonight?"

"Obviously! Is the webhead taking a day off?"

"I heard that his girlfriend threatened to stab him in the leg if he didn't, he's not risking his well-being!"

"I always knew he was smart," She smirked.

"Hey, Pete," MJ looked a little tense. "Here..."

"Aww, thanks!" Peter seized the small present. "You didn't have to!"

"C.C. was driving me crazy so I did it," The girl confessed.

"Oh," The boy tilted his head. "D'you want to come to my place after school? May said I could have my friends over."

"What kind of cake you'll be having?"

"Er... chocolate cake?" He answered.

MJ smiled briefly. "Great choice. See you later."

She walked away. Peter chuckled.

"She's one of a kind..."

"Yeah, that's why I like her so much," C.C. beamed.

"We need to go, Dmitri."

"We have no reason to believe the recent events will affect us in any way. We've been working separately from HYDRA for almost a decade—"

"They're attacking the city! What if the power dies in here, huh? How are we going..."

The man's eyes landed on her, C.C. didn't hesitate and jumped, claws ripping clothes and skin.

She woke up with a start, the girl's pillow was wet with a dark liquid and she scrambled away from it. Practically running towards the door, she pressed the light switch and stared at the blood on the fabric.

C.C. looked down at her hands, only one of them was covered in red, the one that had been lying under her cheek, she became aware of the pulsating pain in her jaw. The girl walked out of the room and straight to the bathroom, staring at her bloodstained reflection.

The claw marks were not that deep, but it would take her at least a whole day to cure. She walked to Happy's room and knocked three times. The man was quick to show up, he looked down and his concern increased.

"What happened? Is someone else in here?"

He moved her away and she followed him to her room, trying not to stumble with her own feet.

"I had a nightmare."

Happy stopped, eyes fixed on her pillow.

"What happened?" He asked, this time in a gentler tone.

"I had a dream..."

She tried to recall it, it was a memory.

"I was dreaming of the day I escaped," She described. "I was attacking someone, and I guess my body reacted on its own... That's weird, I thought I'd forgotten..."

"Come," He guided her back to the bathroom. "Looks pretty bad, kid, you better start thinking of a story to explain that at school."

She sat on the toilet while Happy helped her clean the wound.

"I slipped while I was changing and crashed against my mirror. It was too dark. Everyone knows I wake up super early cause you make me so they'll believe it."

Happy nodded distractedly, he put a big bandaid over the cuts.

"So why are your memories coming back?" He inquired. "Did something happen while you were patrolling with Spider-man the other night?"

"No... but now that you mention it," She frowned. "Ever since I fought Wanda my brain feels more... active. It's like she left the door ajar, and when I'm most relaxed it opens a bit more."

Happy mumbled something about a clean set of sheets. Twenty minutes later she sat at the edge of her bed and stared at her beeper, she decided to press one of its buttons.

"Hey," She spoke quietly. "Are you there?"

It took another try, but Peter answered.

"M'here," He spoke drowsily. "All okay?"

"I had a bad dream," Her eyes started to tear up. "It was scary."

She heard the tussling of sheets, then a mattress squeaking. "Did you hurt yourself again?"

"Yes," She sniffed. "I scratched my face, Happy had to take my pillowcase away cause it had blood."

"Give me five minutes," He replied.

"What?" C.C. dried her tears. "For what?"

"I wanna see you."

"Happy went to bed, Pete..."

"S'alright, I think it's better that way."

True to his word, Peter showed up outside her window about fifteen minutes later, she opened it as quietly as she could, and the boy expertly crept inside.

"How are you not struggling to breathe?" She asked him in shock. "That's the fastest I've ever seen you move across the city!"

"I have my moments," He took off his mask and eyed the bandaid on her face. "How ya feeling?"

She shrugged, walking back to her bed.

"I keep telling you we should clip your claws," He joked.

"You didn't have to come," C.C. said bashfully. "We have school tomorrow, you could've waited..."

"You were crying," He stated. "I wasn't going to ignore that."

She sighed heavily, Peter sat next to her.

"Something's happening with my mind," she began, "I'm having flashbacks... they're not pretty. But I remember a name now... Dmitri."

"That's something," He raised his eyebrows. "That's good!"

"I'm not so sure," She said tensely. "It's been years, Pete. I don't want to dig, I want to forget."

"Don't you want to know if the guy that did all those terrible things to you got what he deserved?"

"If only I were sure it wasn't me who did it," C.C. sighed again. "I know I said I've killed people before, but I'm not sure that's true. I can't recall things, I was starting to believe I've been lying."

Peter held her hand. "If you did, it doesn't mean you'll do it in the future. If you ask me, I don't care how you got out of that lab, I'm just happy you did."

He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against the wound.

"You look pretty tonight," She whispered.

Peter laughed under his breath. "Thank you."

C.C. planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"Can you stay?" She mumbled sleepily.

"What if Happy comes and finds us?" He hummed.

"As long as we have our clothes on I don't see the problem— and they're staying on," She replied. "Does that disappoints you?"

"No," He nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "If you want me to stay then I'm staying."

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[delta-dean]

More personal Sinister Six Headcanons, cause I have no life and I'm obsessed with these six old men who constantly get their asses handed to them by Spider-Man.

They have a secret base, but it's small and old and they rarely use it to make plans anymore (Otto is the only one who calls the rest of the Sin. Six to the base for meetings). The base literally looks like a small basement that consists of a white board for making plans, a computer for research and tracking, a small, foldable table for them to debate and plot out ideas, an old, worn down couch in the corner, and a small tv that Herman and Max bought so the group can have some entertainment. Look, the secret base was on sale and they (except for Dmitri) are poor. It was the best they could do.

Scorpion was going to join their group at one point. They enjoyed his desire to get shit done and stay focused on the task to take down Spider-Man and they absolutely LOVED that...that is until they slowly found out that he's a psychopath and a sadist who's obsessed with killing Spider-Man. The Sin. Six wasn't really thrilled about that part, so they ended up tricking Scorpion into getting arrested by telling him that they were all going to rob a bank together and the group never showed up. He's been pissed at them since.

They don't really want to kill Spider-Man. Now and days, they just want to throat punch him and take him down a notch for all the embaressment and sassy comments. But they don't want him dead. Who would give them a good reason to keep the Sinister Six together? Who would taunt them with petty, silly jokes while also kicking their asses? Who would have mercy and not kick them while they're down and also have enough morality to keep them from dying in combat? Not the fucking Hulk, that's for sure.

In fact, Spider-Man and the Sinister Six kind of have a silent respect for each other. The Sin. Six acknowledges Spider-Man's genius intellect and high charisma, as well as his quick wit in stressful situations. Spider-Man also acknowledges that the Sin. Six's great attributes; from their inventions to their dramatic effects to their planning, etc.

Otto had been planning to move the base to Dmitri's mansion, since it's big and roomy and shit, but Dmitri refused. He has a lot of breakable, vintage antiques in his home that he knows would get utterly destroyed if a hero found their base and decided to raid it.

Herman has a friends with benefits relationship going on with Elaine Coll (Scorpia). The rest if the Sinister Six isn't really thrilled about it, due to her being rude to them, Herman always bringing her to the base when they need to plan, and they have no idea if they're going to walk in on them playing video games or her walking around in her underwear. Otto has threatened to kick Herman out of the Sin. Six multiple times for this, but the threats are empty and Herman knows it.

Norman always ends up humored by the Sinister Six's failures and always rubs them in Otto's face whenever he gets the chance. Even though the Sin. Six have no respect for Otto and make his life chaos every single day, they don't appreciate Norman going out of his way to be an ass towards their leader. Sure, they all have their own individual reasons why they dislike Norman, but the shitty behavior towards Otto really doesn't help.

The Green Goblin attempted to be their leader at one point when Otto was sent to the Raft for a few weeks. He tried to be the "Fun Leader"; letting them do as they pleased, giving them random compliments, giving then vacations, and even taking them on a trip to an amusement park. To his shock and irritation, they all HATED it. Max spent the whole time fidgeting and talking about how he "doesn't feel right not doin' nothin.'" Dmitri is uncomfortable being around so many people and spends the whole time glowering and trying to go home. Quentin is pissed that his dramatic scene he was going to use for fighting Spider-Man that day for a robbery was now fucking ruined because he's stuck at a damn amusement park without his Mysterio uniform. Flint mainly spends the whole time silently worrying about Otto and listening to the rest of the team complain. Herman WAS having a good time, until the Green Goblin discovered this and clinged onto him so he could latch onto any sort of respect and appreciation he could gain from Otto's team. This makes Herman extremely uncomfortable and it basically ruins his good mood for the rest if the day.

After the day at the amusement park, Green Goblin couldn't fucking take the complaining and the disrespect anymore. The moment Otto got out of the Raft and drove back to the base, Norman, out of his Green Goblin uniform, stormed out of the building. Otto heard him mumbling about how "they have no respect" and "how can five grown men act like children." Otto, confused, watches him drive off. His confusion is swiftly replaced with surprise as the rest of the Sin. Six rush out and greet Otto with joy and relief. They never really explained to him what happened, but they did make sure to tell him that they gave Osborn the worst time of his life for trying to replace their leader and suck up to them.

[jiminsfault]

Pull-out | knj

⚙️ pairing: Trucker!Namjoon x reader

⚙️ genre: 18+ / smut

⚙️ word count: 2.7k

⚙️ summary: you needed a tire changed and Namjoon was more than ready to help you with it.

⚙️ warnings: sex with a stranger, striptease, protected sex, but also unprotected sex, Namjoon slaps your ass a lot, face slapping, pussy slapping, rough sex, tit slapping, nipple play?, fingering, pwp, this is shameless porn, watersports, creampie, swearing

⚙️ thank you so much @meowxyoong​ for making this great header for me!!

⚙️ this fic is my birthday present to the lovely crackhead Tay @interludemoonchild​! I hope you had the bestest birthday!! Enjoy my sins, love ya uwu

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“Fucking great!” you exclaimed, seething full of anger and annoyance. Your tire got trashed, lucky for you, you were still able to roll onto the next pull-in. It was 11 pm, the parking lot was full of trucks and no help was near. “How am I supposed to get home now?”

There was no other outlet for your anger than that damn tire, so you kicked it. Regretting it immediately after, you hissed in pain and jumped around for a moment. You were trying to drive back home for the weekend, college sucked the soul out of you with the many exams and assignments and now you needed to rest.

That rest was currently escaping your vision, it looked like an uncomfortable night in your car seat and a long wait for a tow, taking you back to college again. Goodbye homemade food and goodbye wonderful crackers that only your mom knew how to excel perfectly.

A heavy sigh escaped your throat when you sat down on your engine hood. It was either that or finding someone who was able to help you change the tires. But no one seemed to be awake, all the trucks stood there, no light inside and no soul cared to walk around this place at nearly midnight.

You needed a drink. Water, of course, in case someone suddenly would be sent by god to help you fix this shit and you could continue to drive back home. Leaning over your front seat to grab the water bottle you put in the back, you suddenly stilled. Steps that seemed to get closer to you were clear to hear and you didn’t know if you should be glad or cry out for help.

“I saw you kickin’ that tire back there, seemed like you’d need a hand,” a dark timbre voice muttered from behind you, sounding beautifully raspy and broken down. “My truck’s back there, come along and I’ll get you that new tire on, yeah?”

Slowly turning, you held a tight lipped smile until you saw the tall man in front of you. He had a mullet, silver hair, very country. Wide eyes but a gorgeous smile with dimples, broad frame and handsome overall.

“And who are you?” You asked dismissively, not showing how much he intrigued you. 

“Name’s Namjoon, but I could ask you the same, beautiful.” He carried himself like he clearly knew how attractive he was, seeming like the hero with a cape with the way he suddenly appeared and offered his help.

Coming back to his truck seemed risky, but you never once were the type to think situations like these over. Nodding slowly, you gave him your name, held out your hand for him to shake and muttered, “then show me that truck of yours, Namjoon.”

He smirked, shook your hand with a confident grip on it and your skin tingled when he pulled away.

He led the way, walking across the parking lot to a truck, color not visible because of the dark that was enveloping you. “What do I get for helping the Lady, anyway?” He suddenly asked, glint in his eyes when he turned to you, hand still holding onto the door handle to the front of his truck. 

You curled a strand of your hair around your finger, bit your lip and licked across it right after. Your eyes traveled up his figure and he didn’t miss it. “Being on the road must be lonely?” You asked, seemingly off topic but you knew where you were headed with this. 

Namjoon stepped closer, nodded to your question. “I’m sure I could do you a favor, too,” you purred, seductive with the way you put your hand on his shoulder, letting it glide down to his wrist. You held your hand there for a bit, moving it only when he chuckled and invaded your space even more.

“Yeah? I think so too, pretty.” He pulled you into his frame with a hold on your waist and leaned down, breath fanning across your lips. “Let’s get up in there and you can show me that favor of yours.”

Anticipation shook your body, watching Namjoon open the door and when he held his hand out to help you up the steps, he smacked your ass and jumped in right after you. The space was quite roomie, a mattress behind the two front seats that was decorated just like any normal bed would be. You couldn’t dwell on it longer, Namjoon turned you around and held your face close.

“You sure about this?” He murmured, lips moved only a hair’s width away from your own. There was almost a ghost of his lips on yours, stealing a gasp from you when he walked towards his bed with you still firm in his hold.

You hummed, raising your arms to hold onto his shirt on his sides. “Yeah, you got condoms?” He groaned, pushing his lips the final space and kissing you. It took you by surprise, but you moved your lips with his, holding his plump bottom lip between yours and humming into the kiss.

Just for a second to speak, Namjoon retreated, “yeah, got ‘em right there,” before he kissed you again, moved his head to deepen the connection and pushed you forward until your knees hit the bed and you fell onto it. He had to hold himself up, standing and quickly he rummaged through the glove box, showing you the foil packet.

Like a predator he stalked towards you, wicked grin on his face and he crooked his finger, “take those clothes off, pretty. Show me what I’m working with.”

You stood up, taking his face in between your hands and kissing him, before you pushed Namjoon on the bed and slowly touched your body. From your breasts to your hips, you slowly skimmed across your figure, stood between his spread legs and tested his patience. He growled, slapping your ass again and with the movement, you stepped a bit closer.

With a giggle, you started to raise your shirt, showing the first sliver of skin to him and immediately, his big hands touched your stomach, holding your hips. He watched close as you raised the fabric more, slowly your bra started to show and without much more patience yourself, you threw the top off. He blew a kiss right over your belly button and hovered his hands over your sides.

“Beautiful, more,” he urged, eyes hungry. You obliged, moved your hands down to your Jeans. Unbuttoning them was easy, but to get out of them proved a bit harder, especially when you tried to make it sexy. Nevertheless, Namjoon soaked up all the skin he got to see, helping you stand stable when you stepped out of the pants.

He slid his hands across your thighs and didn’t notice when you moved up to unclasp your bra, removing the thin straps. It dropped into Namjoon’s lap and he looked into your eyes with lust, reached up to kiss your breast. He held one in his hand, sucking your nipple into his mouth and playing with it until you whimpered, put your hand on his shoulders and slowly drove them up towards his hair.

Just when you were about to continue with your underwear, he grabbed your hands, held them together with one of his own before he looked up at you. “I’ll do the honor,” he said, lazy in his tone and you let him, willingly removing your hands and holding them back.

He didn’t tease them down your legs like you would’ve done. He ripped them down the length of your thighs, pulled you closer to his face with his hands on your ass and made you fall across his lap. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy. Did you plan to get fucked tonight? Why else would you wear this skimpy shit, hm?” He referred to your undergarments, laughing at your pathetic mewl as he spanked you again, taking a hold of your bottom lip with his teeth.

He pressed your lips together for another kiss, opening his mouth and you got the hint, doing the same and letting your tongues twist around each other.

The cabin of his truck was quiet other than the wet noises your lips made and the small moans you let out, high in pitch and shaky with anticipation.

Namjoon suddenly threw you off of him, to the side and stood up himself. His pants were off much quicker than yours were, just as his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were fixed onto his face, the sinful expression he carried when he hooked his thumbs into the boxershorts he was lastly wearing. Only now, you noticed that he took off his shoes already when you were stripping down in front of his eyes.

He removed the last fabric and stroked his shaft up and down, already erect and you couldn’t help but gaze down and watch him work himself up.

“Must admit, I didn’t think I’d be fucking tonight. But with the way you’re basically throwing your little cunt at me, how could I not give in, huh?” He murmured, climbing onto the mattress and letting go of his penis. You gasped at his foul words, pushing yourself up on your elbows to reach towards Namjoon. He was almost on top of you, letting you connect your lips with his for only a short moment before he sat back on his knees.

You whined at the loss of contact, looked back down onto his erection and watched Namjoon as he unpacked the condom and rolled it onto himself. With another few glides across his shaft, he made sure the condom was on and looked back up at you, biting his lip. “You look so ready to get fucked by a stranger, what a fucking slut you are,” he groaned taking your hips and raising them, pulling you close by your thighs and spreading you over his lap.

Full view of your glistening cunt, he licked over his lips and slid his hand up your inner thigh. Without you asking, he rubbed across your clit before he pushed a single finger in, up to the last knuckle. You keened with the feeling, breath hitching but you were greedy. “More, please,” you asked with a breathy voice.

He curled his finger up before he removed it, pushing back with not two but three of his fingers and smirking up at your face. You moaned loudly, without shame and looked at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He cursed when he saw and felt you clenching around his fingers and he pumped into you a few times, before he deemed you prepped enough.

“Gonna split this tiny pussy open,” Namjoon growled, looking into your eyes. He leaned down to your face and kissed you, sloppily and trailed down to your chin, your jaw and finally your neck. He bit into your skin, sucking and you gasped his name. His distractions helped ebb the pain of his head finally entering but the more he pushed in, the bigger he seemed to get.

After half of his length sat inside of you, he paused, checking in on you and kissing you with his mouth open, tongue across yours. You moaned when you were ready, pushing against him to make him move. Without much hesitation, he first pulled back before he pumped into you with his full length. You threw your head back, clawing at his shoulders and his back, taking what he was giving you.

Namjoon pushed himself up after he thrusted into you with strong hips, taking your ankles into his hands and placing them onto his shoulders. The new winkle pushed him deeper and he came closer, pushing your legs up against you and plowing into you, ankles tight in his grip.

“Ah, Namjoon,” you moaned. “You’re so big, I’m so full!” He moaned at your hurried words, slamming his hips even harder against you. “Mmm, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Yeah? Can’t get enough of this cock? Your tiny fucking cunt can’t even take me,” he grunted, sweat gliding down his temple. His words were breathless, just like yours and he put your ankles back onto his shoulders to grip your thighs, slapping your ass and making the sensitive skin swell red. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll think of me for days.”

“I want all of you, fuck, give it to me! Give me all you got,” you held your legs close to your chest to keep yourself open, breathing heavy. “Fill this pussy, make me feel even fuller!”

Your bodies grew sweaty, loud smacking sounds filled the truck and Namjoon’s thrust grew sloppy.

“You’re such a whore, bet I could piss inside of you and you’d love it,” he seethed, gabbing one of your breasts and smacking it. “You like being slapped, slut? Want me to hit you here, too?” He asked, tapping your cheek.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Namjoon! All of it! I want all of it!” You cursed, raising your head to look into his face as you gave him your consent.

“Fuck,” he stuttered, slowing down his thrusts to give himself a break. He gave slow but hard slams into your hips and you gasped with every single one of them. He gripped your jaw, making you look at him and closing your mouth. “Whore,” he spat, slapping your cheek and you bowed your back with pleasure.

“You have no self respect, huh? Such a dumb fucking slut. Hold still and let me piss inside of you, that’s all you’re useful for. Fuck.” His words came out slurred, pleasure taking up his features and he retreated and removed his condom, looking back at you once more, before he plowed back into you. After a few thrusts,he stilled and warmth filled you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back from the soft feeling of his piss filling your pussy. It wasn’t much, but you felt so full and so good being used by this man.

“God, such a good brainless bitch. Letting me ruin you like this.” Both of you didn’t need much more than this, he twisted your nipple with two fingers and reached between your legs to slap your cunt, harshly rubbing your clit and pinching it. He was rough in all ways and it made pleasure zap through all your nerves before your body started shaking. Namjoon pushed into you only once more before you clamped tightly around him, cumming as hard as you never did before.

You moaned his name loudly when you came, losing the hold on your thighs and letting them droop down. Namjoon moved slowly to heighten your orgasm, letting you come down before he quickened his movements once more, pulling out and jerking off with a rushed hand. He positioned his head on your clit and let his cum spurt onto your cunt, across your lower belly. He milked out the last drop of his sperm before he slumped down onto the mattress next to you.

Both of you needed to catch your breaths, chests raising with big intakes of air and a tear slipped down your cheek. “Fuck, that was so good.” You murmured into the air.

Namjoon groaned, “your cunt is a gift.”

At his comment you chuckled a bit, starting to get up and looking around the truck. You cringed at the feeling of his urine slowly dripping out of you. “Do you have tissues or something? Need to wipe your cum off.”

He sat up himself and moved your face to look at him. “No,” he said. Before you could retaliate, he scooted across the mattress and picked your slip up, “sluts like you don’t get to clean up. Get dressed,” Namjoon smirked, but you knew he was serious. Your stomach swirled with arousal at his assertiveness and you nodded, gulping.

He helped you get dressed when he noticed you legs shaking, laughing once you were done and laying flat on his bed. Namjoon got dressed himself and then opened the door, all the cold air immediately rushing into the stuffy room.

He jumped down onto the floor and looked up at where you still sat on his bed. “Gotta change a tire now,” Namjoon said with a wink.

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[tiresias-fangirling]

Fic Rec: Lost Edition

GENERAL :

Paradise Lost by xkatjafx. OS 2k. Horror.

“Maybe it all started with Claire.”

Manifest Destiny by FalseEyelashes. OS 4k. Drama.

“People live and people die. People grieve and people cry. People hate and people love. Planes can crash and trees can fall, fire can catch and hearts can break. This really isn’t anything special. This really isn’t anything new. They’re just missing the distractions we call everyday life.”

SHIP : 

Sawyer&Kate 

A Lion’s Cage by FalseEyelashes. OS 16k. Romance/Drama. 

“They could swap partners like some erotic square dance. They romance in the tongues of savagery. There are no dinner and movie dates ; there are no satin sheets or champagne bottles, no proposals on one knee. There are no rules and there are no distractions. Just a simple game of want and lust and need. Just hostility and hate. Just innocent lies and love.”

Newspaper Word Cutouts by FalseEyelashes. OS 6k. Romance/Drama.

“He’s been playing the name game for as long as he can remember. She of all people should understand that.”

Land Locked by FalseEyelashes. OS 7k. Romance/Drama.

“If you walk away, I’ll walk away.”

Saint Jude by FalseEyelashes. OS 6k. Romance/Drama.

“Ten days straight they’ll sit there waiting, and they’ll pray. They’ll both silently pray, calling on Saint Jude, the patron saint of lost causes.”

Don’t Tell by Chicafrom3. OS 1k. Character Study.

“It's a tangled arc, all complicated feelings and needs and desires and drives, but it's a predictable one, one as old as time itself. Girl is drawn to bad boy because he's her type and reinforces her self-image. Maybe he reminds her of the daddy who never really loved her, who knows. Girl is drawn to good boy because he makes her feel special, like she can be a good girl for him. Maybe he reminds her of the daddy she never felt she could measure up to, who knows.”

Roomies by Gotchayoulildirtbag. 8 chapters. Romance/Hurt-Comfort.

"Something about the idea of there being some hurt little boy behind every rough penny appealed to some women. But it was a dangerous fantasy. The graveyards were full of soft in the head women who thought life was a movie and every bastard had a soft centre just waiting for 'healing'. But life weren't no movie and he weren't no soft centre hero for Kate to play saviour too.”

Sawyer&Juliet :

A Bird on a Wire by Ozmissage. OS 2k. Angst.

"“Too bad we don’t have any liquor; we could play another round of I never.”

(You ever been in love?

Ask me again, ask me again and I’ll drink the whole damn bottle.)"

Favourite Skate writers:

FalseEyelashes & SombraAlma

[twilightofthe]

so what animes have you seen already?

Oh boy! Not many tbh, I only really started watching it last winter when my roommate asked if I wanted to give it a try! I haven’t watched anything from any studio that did Visions (yet), but I wanna soon!

Animes I HAVE seen, in order:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood — Aight so when roomie suggested we watch an anime, a friend who had seen a lot of them recommended this one to watch first as it was a good “starter anime”, and y’all idk if it’s just because it’s the first one I watched but I’ve still gotta call it my favorite one because y’all it’s SO FUCKING GOOD. Like that’s understatement of the century but I don’t have time to write an essay on why it’s so good lol just trust me it’s GOOD. 11/10s on EVERYTHING about it. Plot, characters, setting, everything. My one sadness is that I would not be good at writing fic for it lol.

Demon Slayer — YouTube AMVs and seeing it pop up on Netflix had us start this one next and y’all it’s probably the prettiest anime I’ve seen like ever, like the art style is chef’s kiss. Amazing story and AWESOME characters too, very good, 10/10 would recommend. I think I could write a decent fic for it if a plot ever came to me.

The Great Pretender — The only non-action/fight anime on the list, roomie and I tried it out because we figured we should see something different? It was on Netflix so we looked. It was good, clever writing, good characters got a little bit weird in the second season, particularly at the end, but overall it’s a decent watch. I could write fic for the shipping aspect but again, no plot ideas because the plot is fuckin weird.

Akame Ga Kill — Roommate had seen this before, recommended it to me. The characters were decent, setting was interesting! Pretty art style too, but I was like, verrrrry critical of the plot throughout the entire singular season lol, so take that as you will. Actually no yeah plot was kinda wack. My fave character deserved better tho.

Castlevania — Okay okay I know I know not an anime, but it’s a similar artstyle. (Also I think the game it’s based off of is a Japanese game?) Actually watched the first two seasons a while ago, but then watched the third and fourth with roommate. Y’all it’s REALLY good, literally everyone in the damn show is fucking hot and I’m jealous, I ship the throuple HARD hard. I think I could maybe write a decent fic for it if, again, I had any plot motivation lol

Trese — Again, cheating because not anime, but this one is still non-Western (Filipino) media and it’s glorious. I’ve never seen an episode of Supernatural but I feel that this show is like, what Supernatural wishes it could be. Another gorgeous artstyle and I’m so gay for the MC and the first season left me with so many questions so I really hope it gets another one! I gotta get around to reading the webcomic

D.Gray-Man — Okay this one is entirely the fault of @jasontoddiefor who got back into it and promptly dragged everyone he knew down with him, and I am so very glad he did because this is a fantastic— and I’d argue relatively underrated —series. Artstyle is gorgeous (certain characters be very hot), the character arcs are brilliant, I love all the characters, and the worldbuilding is so friggin creative, like I’d put it up there as another one of my faves. I actually did write a fic for this, but publishing a fic in an unfamiliar fandom is terrifying and bad for my anxiety and it’s gonna take me like five more years to work up the courage to do it again lol.

Sword Art Online — Currently watching right now with roommate. I heard some not very good things about it, but my roommate wanted to give it a try so I sat down and watched with them. Sure enough it’s been a case of half the time I’m flailing over the nice animation and how creative the worldbuilding is and the charm and potential all the characters have……………….. and then the other half of the time I’m banging my head against the wall repeatedly because it pulled some seriously stinky bullshit lol. So yeah watch it’s promising but also Suffer in not the good way.

Fire Force — Also currently watching! On my own this time, roommate already watched and recommended. This one is VERY good, like I am super into the plot and the setting and everything to do with the universe. Still getting into the characters and it’s taking a bit more time? So the watch is going slower than usual, but that’s alright! The entire premise makes up for it.

So that’s all the anime I’ve seen! I’ve also seen 2.5 Studio Ghibli movies and they are all JUST as good as people say they are (Kiki’s Delivery Service, Howl’s Moving Castle, and bits and pieces of Princess Mononoke) 1000/10 recommend.

You didn’t ask about the manga I’ve read but I’ll list them anyway! For the record I’m not a huge manga reader because my eyes find it hard to see the illustrations when everything is in different shades of black and white, it makes action scenes in particular really difficult to read, which is a problem when you usually like action plots

Demon Slayer — The anime isn’t complete yet and after the movie I wanted to know MORE so I hunted down the manga and binged it all. Y’ALL GOTTA READ IT IT’S STILL SO FUCKIN GOOD AND I’D DIE FOR SO MANY CHARACTERS I’M IN LOVE WITH SO MANY

D.Gray-Man — Same thing as Demon Slayer, the anime isn’t complete yet and neither is the manga BUT so I read the rest of what’s been written. Hoo hoo HOO I hope they animate more of it because the plots coming up are brilliant and I want it

My Hero Academia — Look, EVERYONE is yelling about this one and it trends like once a week and like five irl friends love it so I figured there was too much anime out but I had to know so I’d just skim the manga just to figure out what the fuck the hype was. It’s good, lol, I totally get the hype now, the strength is in the worldbuilding and a whole handful of extremely interesting yet surprisingly simple character types that work to drive the plot forward. There is so much potential here and I could definitely write fic for this but I am not touching that fandom with a ten foot pole and that’s coming from a Star Wars fan 😂

Yona of the Dawn — Currently reading this!!!! Ok so there’s a season of an anime out for this, I walked in to see my other roommate watching what was probably one of the horniest scenes in it. I was immediately like “👀👀👀👀 shit fuck that’s hot do these heteros have rights????” I was about to plop my ass down and start watching but roommate was like “oh there’s only one season and it’s unfinished and I know you don’t like unfinished stuff” so I promptly got my ass up and googled the manga so I could see more. Y’all it is GOOD, if you love the dramatic romances from Star Wars this is RIGHT up your alley and dare I say better, the plot is lovely, the characters are great, and I am SO MAD there’s only one anime season. I’d absolutely write fic for this if I was more confident, I have so many polyship ideas!!!!!!

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Consequences: Chapter 1

Synopsis: 

Jordan Williams is a former Marine who starts a new life joining Medical school at age of 27. 

Rachel Ferguson is a freshly out of college graduate and Medical school 1st year student. 

Two complete strangers who fell in bed together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By chance, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. 

Not realising yet that not only they share the same house, they also share the person they cannot lose no matter what. 

What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen when he will find out that the girl he spent the night with is not only his housemate but also his best friend’s little sister? The one he swore to himself never to touch, the one for whom he will never be good enough. Will he be able to keep his hands off her? Or are they doomed from the beginning?

Words: 3600

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content

Jordan Williams x Rachel Ferguson (Rae, Rae-Rae)

**Warnings: Alcohol consumption, anger, bad decisions in next chapter.*

Jordan Williams never was the one who scared easily, or backed out of his decision for that matter.

Former Marine, even though his parents didn’t support him or approve of it... the one of the few survivors of his platoon… The hero, who single handedly carried his friends out from the burning hell on Earth not knowing if they were dead or alive. Who by some miracle survived, but was left with the nightmares to remind him of how lucky or cursed he was, and with the ugly scars to never let him forget of the ones who weren’t as fortunate. Limping on his right leg, but at least breathing and moving.

And today even though he still wasn’t scared, he was nervous. This was the last Friday before he was starting his new life. No more deployments. No more deaths, at least not on his watch. And as many lives as he could save after he would learn how to do that. After he would become one of the best surgeons and open the clinic for the people like him, who would survive beating all odds. For Doctors without the borders who wouldn't be scared to help people in the burning hells... who will be ready and willing to help as many dying to survive, be it soldiers or civilians, something that he failed to do then. But damn him, if he wouldn't do it now, after he would learn how to do that.

And he was determined to learn how… nothing and no-one would stop him, that is what he swore to himself that day. That is what kept him going no matter how difficult it was.

Trying to block the nerves raking through him he gripped the steering wheel firmer trying not to think of the only thing that overshadowed his new beginning. Of the fact that the place that he found for the living, was already occupied, which meant that he would have a housemate, something that he was determined never to have. The main reason why no matter how hard his best friend tried to convince him to rent a house together, he did not succumb to his persuasion. Preferring solitude instead to the company. Not wanting anyone to see him at his lowest or to hear his screams during the nights, while he would wake up sweating from yet another nightmare night after night. And as a result of that he got himself in a situation in which he was now, fated to share the house with the person he even never met.

He huffed, driving toward the lonely standing house, someone’s car was already parked there. He looked around, leaving his car in a free space. Getting out of his SUV, Jordan went toward the house.

Getting inside, he noticed still packed boxes in the hall, but he couldn't hear or see anyone else, which meant that his housemate left without unpacking.

Typicall. He thought, walking further into the house, entering a living room he would be forced to share with someone else. He looked around the neat and cozy room, two armchairs were standing opposite the fireplace, the massive bookcase was located along one of the walls.

He was about to go and check the kitchen when he heard his phone calling. Taking it out, he checked the Caller’s ID before answering the call, listening for a familiar voice coming from his mobile.

“Hey, Jody.”

“Morning to you too, Brandon,” replied Jordan, putting his keys into the bowl and moving further into the kitchen.

“I take it, you finally get to your new place? Settled in okay? How is your new housemate? Still not regretting not moving in with me?” questioned Brandon in his carefree manner, as if he wasn’t on the verge of death no more than six month back after he would save Jordan's life, and in return Jordan saved his. His cheerful voice caused a surge of amazement through Jordan while he listened to his friend.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” Jordan growled frowning after finally the questions stopped in that annoyingly abrupt manner he hated. “And yes, I already got to my new place but had no chance to settle in just yet. Answering your last question, I have no idea who my new housemate is as I can see only unopened boxes there. But I do hope that the person I share this place with is someone who will not interrupt my study or throw constant parties... Although based on the fact that instead of unpacking, this housemate just left… I guess I can say goodbye to that…”

“Yes, yes… Got it,” brushed him off Brandon. “About your studies. Even though I still don't know why you need it in the first place, you always could join the forces, but what I do know, is the fact that you need to unwind before it starts… let loose... have meaningless one-night fun... sometimes I really think you forget how to have fun spending all your free time buried in books,” said Brandon, making Jordan flinch at his choice of words. He could be buried… they both could be... as were most of the guys from their platoon.

Pale, bloodied faces appeared in front of his eyes. His hand is suddenly covered in blood right in front of his eyes… screams deafeningly loud dying on their lips twisted in agony, leaving only few of them alive, and if no one would come soon they would join their comrades, their friends… faster than they could finish the prayer…  not that either of them believed, not after what they have seen or could lose.

“What do you mean?” forced out Jordan, closing his eyes and letting out the slow breath. 

“I mean that you wouldn’t recognise fun and beauty even if she bumped into you... And you are coming with me to the party. I need a wingman, and you need to unwind. Hopefully with some cute girl, whose face you will forget the next morning,” chuckled Brandon, making Jordan frown moving his phone a bit further from his ear.

“Never,“ cut Jordan, shaking his head. He was done with partying or with women. Done… "You know I don’t do parties… not anymore.”

“Yes, but you also know I will not give up until you say yes. So let’s make it easier on both of us. Should we?,” laughed Brandon.

“I need to unpack my stuff, and it may take the whole day. Also, I need to go to the library to pick up some books for my studies as tomorrow the library will be closed. So this time you will need to manage this on your own.”

“If these are the only reasons then I don’t see any reason why not.”

“I told you, I will not have…,” Jordan tried to say.

“Nope, still cannot see why you wouldn’t have time for some fun. I will be at your place in twenty minutes and will help you unpack, and then we will pick up your books before crashing this party.”

“You will not give up… aren’t you?”

“Man, you should know by now that never.”

“Fine…” sighed Jordan exasperatedly, looking at his watch. “Be here in twenty minutes, but I will leave the party before 10 pm. Understood?”

“See you in twenty minutes,” replied Brandon, ending the call.

Almost an hour later Jordan finally heard a knock on the door. Grudgingly, he opened it, letting his best friend inside the house.

“You are late,” stated he, holding one of the boxes in his hands. The pain shot through his body, but he didn’t even flinch, still staring at his friend.

“Sorry, I met my new neighbours. Movers bailed on her and her little boy, so I helped her to carry boxes inside,” shrugged Brandon nonchalantly passing by Jordan feeling not even the slightest bit sorry for his delay.

Another hour later and unloading the last boxes that Jordan brought with him, they finally started to unpack them. And in another three hours, they were finally done.

All the stuff that Jordan took with him were put neatly to their places. The bookshelf in the living room stocked with books he brought, and a picture of him and his older sister was put above the fireplace. They both looked in satisfaction around the room putting the empty boxes into the storage place. Brandon patted Jordan on the back before going toward the door.

“So now, when we finally finished unpacking,” started his friend. His eyes widening, when he noticed how Jordan with displeasure looked on his new housemate’s still packed boxes. 

Quickly his friend marched back to him grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door, letting him only grab his keys on the way out. “Don’t you even dare to think about that. You are NOT touching your roomies’ stuff. Now…. let’s go to this place, where you need to be quiet and bore yourself to death or we will be late to the party.”

That word again… thought Jordan. The word that made him flinch every time, remembering the day of his friends’ deaths. Still blaming himself that he couldn’t have saved them all, didn't see approaching danger earlier and when he did it was already too late to warn guys as all hell broke loose just a second after he sensed the danger.

“Can you stop calling it that? And the library can be fun when you know what you are looking for,” he snapped, hoping his friend missed his reaction before they both exited the house, shutting the door behind.

It was already three o’clock when they rushed toward the library, trying to get on time before it was closed. After another ten minutes of arguing that Brandon should wait for him in the car instead of constantly complaining about the place or flirting with every single girl they would meet, Jordan ran up the stairs taking two steps at the time before disappearing behind the heavy doors. When he was about to round the corner, he felt someone bumping straight into him. The heavy books the person was carrying fell to the ground hitting his foot painfully. Making him swear under his breath, looking at the person in front of him with the frown.

“Haven’t you ever been taught that you need to look where you are going?” huffed Jordan in annoyance, crouching in front of the girl with the blonde hair and helping her to collect scattered books. “Next time, watch where you are going,” said he with a scowl on his face, shoving the books into her arms before looking at her for the first time. 

The girl looked at him with the wide open forest green eyes that looked somehow familiar, no matter how silly it may sound. He quickly raked his gaze over her, taking in every detail of her petite form, before hastily returning it back to her eyes. The tongue darted out running over her lips, making his gaze drop to them darkening just for a split second, while following the movement. Her rosy lips parted as if forming a reply, but he quickly shook himself out of his state and before she could utter even a word he raised to his feet and strolled into the library, leaving a startled stranger behind.

“What a jerk,” she mumbled, standing up with the help of her friends and adjusting her skirt.

“But he is a handsome jerk,” whistled an athletic-looking guy, watching after Jordan, throwing a hand over the blonde girl’s shoulder. “Isn’t he, Heath?”

“Ohhhh, yes. He is yummy, and that ass in low cut jeans,” moaned Heather turning to face her friend. “And did you see his lips? Rae-Rae, if I would bump into him… he wouldn’t leave… so easily,” said she with a wink.

“You two are just ridiculous... I hate you,” groaned Rachel, covering her face with books she was now holding in front of her. Her cheeks flamed. “Can you think of anything, but sex?”

Heather and Derek, the guy, who threw a hand over her shoulder, shared an incredulous look, before shaking their heads and answering in unison.

“Nope… never… And you love us, girl.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” frowned Rachel, raising her head to look at her friend.

“Yes, I do. And this is why I don’t try to get the boy myself. Also, because he is straight,” shrugged off Derek, with a wide smile.

“And how exactly do you know that?” questioned Rachel rolling her eyes.

“Did you see the way he looked at you?” asked Derek, sharing another look with Heather, the plan already building in their heads.

“Okay, you two… drop it. I know this look, and you will not try to hook me up with him. He looked at me the same way as any other rich boy in town would look at me. He is a jerk and a snob. And I’m not interested. Besides you know I have a lot on my plate right now. So stop even thinking about this. Be thankful I even agreed to go to that party with you, because if my brother finds out I lied to him... He will kill you first for dragging me there and then lock me up until graduation... or death in solitude,” she mumbled quickly before taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. “And Derek, don’t you dare to forget that you promised me to do our dance. We need to practice.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember. I’m always up to show my new moves,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Okay, then let’s go. You know I need to change first and unpack my boxes before my housemate will arrive, which you also promised to do with me,” reminded Rachel, and they went to her house, laughing on their way there.

By the time the clock struck seven, Jordan went into a club hosting a party, scowling at the number of people there. His posture was stiff and on alert while he looked around. Ready to jump into an action at any time.

“Brandon, tell me again, why exactly did I agree to go with you?” said he in a loud voice, while trying to get through the crowd and not to lose his friend from the view, who already scanned the crowd for the distraction for the night.

“To have fun, plus I needed a wingman... Actually... scratch out the last one, I see a target at the bar, bored, single, challenging, redhead. Wingman not required,” Brandon said with a wink, when they finally got inside, instantly starting to move into the direction of the petite girl who captured his attention leaving Jordan behind.

He followed his friend with a glance before looking around the floor. His attention immediately drew to a dancing couple in the middle of the dance floor. Both moving as a whole to the sounds of Latin Music. The sensual dance attracted the drunken crowd closer to them, creating a commotion on the dance floor from enthusiastic screams and whistles. His brows furrowed instantly when he recognised the same pretty blonde girl he met earlier today. Her hair laid in soft waves. And he felt how his gaze unintentionally riveted to her, watching her every move, unable to tear his gaze away.

He watched how the guy led her into a low dip. His hand shifted to the small of her back when another traveled along her neck caressing her body as if they were in the confidentiality of the bedroom. His hand slowly reached for her knee making her stretch out her leg. A beautiful red dress flowed around her body, dancing around her petite frame like flames. At some point during the dance, she looked straight into his eyes, and he felt as if falling under her spell. Her soft forest green eyes were burning with fire, alighting something unexplored inside of him. Something that had died with his friends that day, something that they never will have and something that he will never deserve.

He could feel how his heart sped up beating as never before, and his breath elevated, from the beats of sultry music and the way her body moved in another man’s arms. Waves of golden hair refracted the lights of the club, and she moved, holding his gaze as though burning him alive from the inside. As if under the spell, Jordan moved closer to the dancers not even realising it until a buzzing of his mobile broke him out of his daze.

It seemed that eternity had passed when in reality it was only a splitting second, second that he would be not able to get out of his mind. He could feel the pounding of his heart increasing with impending anger as he looked at the caller’s ID, blinking once... twice at the phone clenched in his hand. Contemplating for a moment to just let it go to the voicemail. Not wanting or ready for another confrontation that was inevitably coming.

Deep down he knew that it wasn’t a solution and no matter how long he would avoid it his mother would find the way to get to him, so before he could think about that more he went outside of the club to take a call, not even sparing another glance to the dance floor... or to the girl who’s eyes looked so familiar.

“Mother,” he said, taking a call. “Sorry, I…,” he started, interrupted by his mother’s voice “No mother, I didn’t… I’m with Brandon… Yes, he is still my friend,” replied Jordan, trying to stay calm, while listening to his mother. His grip on the phone was getting firmer and firmer with every word she said, surprised that it didn't break in half by the time he had a chance to speak again. “Mother, no I still plan to study Medicine and not business,” said he, annoyed by yet another remark from his mother. “MOTHER,” he said, raising his voice and losing control just for a split second, before taking a deep calming breath and closing his eyes. “This is my life, and I have all the right to decide what I want or don’t want to do with it. Look what you've done to Leslie? Isn’t it enough…,” exasperatedly said he, only to be shut up by his mother once again. “Yes, mother,” he gritted through his clenched teeth, feeling how his blood started to boil again, wanting nothing more than to get drunk, and to get away as far as possible from his family as he did while he served in the Marine Corps, until he couldn't do that anymore.

His hand reached for his hip by instinct. The wound was deep enough to make him bleed to death on that ill fated day leaving him dead, but it didn’t happen... Instead it made him limp, but he could manage that. This he could hide from everyone with the prescribed medicine when the pain got to the point of unbearable and with the gritted teeth when he just wanted to limp, not caring if somebody will consider it a weakness. And it took him the hell of a lot of willpower to remember it. To remember that he cannot allow himself to be weak, couldn’t allow to show it. No one knew how bad it was... no one except Brandon, who was there for him after he saved his life. The only person who knew that if the bullet would have hit the inch higher or if the help would get there a little bit later Jordan would bleed to death. The only person to whom he told how bad it is and how much pain it causes him even now.

“No, I will not change my mind,” said he on autopilot before ending the phone call abruptly without listening to what else his mother wanted to say. After a moment, he finally shoved the phone back into the pocket of his dark blue jeans moving back into the club and walking toward the bar. 

The music has changed to something slower and sensual, and when he looked on the dance floor his eyes landed on the same tantalisingly beautiful stranger who was in the middle of the argument. 

He could see how some man grabbed her hand, but she jerked it from him and stormed toward the exit.

He huffed, downing one drink after another, not paying attention to what he was drinking, his eyes dropping back to the bar in front of him. His thoughts involuntarily returned to the girl, but he pushed them away. Frustrated and angry by the fact that he couldn’t get her out of his head for some inexplicable reason. Hurt and angry by the fact his mother managed to get under his skin once again.

By the time he was done and ready to leave the club, the anger boiling inside him reached the limit. Jordan rose abruptly, almost tripping over his feet, when the pain in his hip shot through his leg, making him curse under his breath, taking a moment to compose himself. 

He looked around, searching for Brandon, but couldn’t find him anywhere, so he typed him a quick message letting him know that he was heading back to his place. When he was just about to exit the club, he felt someone bump straight into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around the person’s shoulders, preventing them both from the fall.

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