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[cloud-the-forgotten]

Learning Something New About Their Mirror Ability + New Friend!

(Text in the picture: Seam Dee: "Wanya?" Jack Frost: "Hee Ho!" Seam Dee: "Hee Ho?" Jack Frost: "Wan-hee ya-ho!")

Log #143: "It was really hot today, so I tried to use a Mirror to get to a colder place! I uh, don't really think I was on Popstar anymore though, I think I was really far away from it- I got super tired after I went there! But it's not all bad- I made a new friend! His name is Jack Frost! I think-" [The rest of this Log sounds distorted and Seam Dee's voice is intelligible. Perhaps the file has been corrupted?]

Checking the file shows that it's from a few years ago, about two years after Seam Dee was born, and a few months after Seam Dee realized they had the Mirror Ability. Interesting...

@kirbyoctournament

[captain-hawks]

Happy spicy sleepover!! I come armed with more snacks and a humble offering of a jealous Shinei Nouzen proving to reader why he’s number one

Thank you as always Dee!! ��🩵

i turn into an excited gremlin as soon as i see shin's name i swear. thank you for requesting the best boy, nonnie<3!

shinei nouzen x f!reader

c: jealousy, secret relationship, p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, set during an undefined period but shin is 18+

It’s different tonight—the way he touches you.

The possessive way his fingers curl around your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones before he slides off your underwear, mouthing a kiss against the marred skin from a years-old bullet wound on your abdomen. 

You’ve never quite defined this place where the two of you meet, both of your hearts too tired from years of loss and bloodshed to let the shape of your lips form the words buried in your throat. 

Maybe it’s a lie to call this casual, the familiar indentation of your bodies against his mattress. 

—but self-preservation is all you’ve got left lately, when you wake up not knowing if each sunrise will be your last.

Shinei’s hair brushes across your face while he leans over you and murmurs, “Raiden couldn’t handle you.”

Oh.

That’s what’s got him so worked up.

You’d maybe, possibly, potentially kissed Raiden tonight after the rest of the squadron cajoled you into joining their boredom-fuelled game of spin the bottle. And you’d perhaps only done it after glancing over to see Shin with one hand against his ear, his book long-forgotten on the coffee table, the corner of his mouth curved upward as he carried on his conversation with the new commander.

It was hardly a kiss, despite the fuss the rest of the girls made over it afterward—Kurena even loudly whispered about how good the two of you would look together.

And that was that. 

—until Shin caught you in the dark hallway after everyone else turned in, your body flush against the door to his quarters as he kissed you hard. 

Something hot licks its way through your gut seeing this side of Shin, the jealousy that hangs in the flicker of his eyes, the tick of his jaw. He drags his lips down the side of your neck, stopping to take the tender skin above your collarbone between his teeth.

“Were you jealous, Shin?” you whisper, carding your fingers through his hair, a little gasp escaping your lips when he cups one of your breasts in his hands and runs a thumb over your pebbled nipple.

In turn, you shift your leg, pressing your knee into the flushed length that hangs between his legs, precum smearing over your skin. He groans from where he’s currently closing his lips around your tit, your body arching in pleasure from the vibration. “What do you think?”

“He wasn’t half ba—”

The words die on your lips as Shin’s body presses down into yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while he slowly lets his cock slide along your slick folds, your communication dissolving into a litany of whimpering moans with each subsequent, teasing stroke.

“Hm?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your parted lips.

“You were busy with the commander,” you breathe out, your own jealousy thinly veiled in the wake of your arousal.

“I would have rather been busy with you,” Shin rasps, lips slotting over yours, and he murmurs against the seam of your mouth, “I’d always rather be busy with you.”

(—and two orgasms later, when you’re wrecked and soaked and gasping into Shin’s mouth as he swallows down your hoarse, whimpering moans, his thumb dragging deft circles into your aching, overstimulated clit while you ride him, somehow still begging for more—

—you can’t even begin to fault him for the brief satisfied, smug look that flashes in his eyes when a gush of clear liquid sprays out of you as he fucks you through a climax that nearly has you sobbing.)

[ask-the-becile-boys]

Story. The Renegade

Previous | Next

[ID: Eleven digitally sketched panels in greyscale.]

[Panel 1: Bird's eye view. The scene is still shadowed heavily by the offscreen fire. Hare and The Skull walk toward the van, which is being turned around. The Jack rushes ahead of them toward Scratch, who stands next to the Becile Industries car. Hare asks The Skull, "You OK, big guy?" The Skull responds, "I'll be fine." The Jack calls to Scratch, "Scratch! Your bag is in the car!" From within the van, Dee says, "No, don't drive (em-dash) we can't leave (em-dash)" Riker responds, "We gotta, Dee. I'm sorry."]

[Panel 2: In the foreground, Hare opens the door to the back of the van and steps up into it, saying, "Dee? Dee (em-dash)" The Skull's head can be seen in the corner of the panel as he follows Hare. In the background, The Jack has gotten Scratch's duffel bag out of the Becile Industries car. The Jack says, "I'm (ellipses) I'm so sorry (em-dash)" Scratch, voice rough (denoted by a particle effect around his words), replies, "Blame Lock. Not you. C (em-dash) Can you carry (em-dash)" The Jack quickly says, "O-Of course."]

[Panel 3: The Skull, now standing in the van, reaches a hand out to Scratch, who offers his broken left hand. The Skull says, "Hurry, you two. Give me your hand, Scratch."]

[Panel 4: In the foreground, Scratch looks up with an appreciative look in his eye, half in shadow. He says, "Thank you." In the distant background, two red eyes shine, and a light glimmers.]

[Panel 5: SFX: (all caps) Bang! Scratch gives a gutteral "(all caps) hhk" as he's shot in the back with a dart that sparks green light.]

[Panel 6: The red eyes are revealed to be Agent Ester's. She stands impassively, her robotic eyes partially opened up along the seams, holding a crossbow-like device that has a green light in the barrel.]

[Panel 7: Scratch SFX: "slump"s forward into The Skull's arms. The Skull despairingly cries, " (all caps) No!!" The dark in Scratch's back is shown to have four arms and a center spoke, each with a green light on them.]

[Panel 8: One of the RO-bots SFX: (all caps) "rush!" past Agent Ester, claws extended.]

[Panel 9: The RO-bot runs up behind Scratch and raises its clawed hand to strike.]

[Panel 10: White claw marks on a black background.]

[Panel 11: The Jack stands, flinching, holding the duffel bag aloft. The RO-bot's claws are embedded in the bag and its contents. End ID]

[herbs-and-poultices]

Once in a while I get the terrible urge to share that my taste in music is even weirder than my taste in fiction. (What's a random American gal with no English/Scottish/Irish heritage doing listening mostly to songs like these? Blame my parents for raising me on murder ballads and ceilidh tunes.) So here is:

A Vaguely Whumptober-Themed Anthology of Folk Songs from the British Isles / Transatlantic Tradition: Part 1

1) "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps" / Swooning: Plains of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

How to make sure your girl still loves you, according to folklore: tell her you're dead and see if she faints

2) "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back" / Delirium: Battle of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Jeannie, oh Jeannie, I am surely done Stricken doon in battle at the mooth o' Boney's guns Jeannie, oh Jeannie, aye sae dear tae me Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee

3) "Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon": Anderson's Coast

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of tragedy upon tragedy during the Transportations

We stole a vessel and all her gear And where are you, my Annie? And from Van Dieman's we north did steer 'Till Bass Strait's wild waves wrecked us here Oh Annie dear, don't wait for meI fear I shall not return to theeThere's not to do but endure my fate, And watch the moon, the lonely moon, light the breakers on wild Bass Strait

4) "I see the danger, it's written there": Sir Patrick Spens

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A shipwreck song

The king he wrote a broad letter and he sealed it with his hand And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, walking out on the strand: "To Norway, to Norway, to Norway o'er the foam With all my lords and finery, to bring my new bride home" The first line that Sir Patrick read, he gave a weary sigh The next line that Sir Patrick read, the salt tear blinds his eye Oh who is it, oh who is it, who told the king of me To set us out this time of year to sail across the sea...

5) "You better hope I don't get up this time" : El Fusilado

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Stretching the music genre and the prompt a bit here, but this is a great cover by a band that does a lot of traditional folk, and I feel like surviving a firing squad is 1) folk-song worthy and 2) enough to make anyone think twice about messing with you

6) "Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world will never take my heart": Tam Lin

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

One of the better-known English ballads. The intrepid heroine goes someplace she shouldn't, meets an elfin knight, falls in love with him, learns that he his a changeling held captive by the fae, and braves the wrath of the Faerie Queen to save her love from becoming the faeries' Halloween sacrifice

7) "Can you hear me?": Springhill Mining Disaster

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X (cw: real event still within living memory)

Listen for the shouts of the dark-faced miners Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams Three hundred tons of coal and slag Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

8) "I have a soul, but I'm not a soldier" / All for nothing: Green Fields of France

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain The killing and dying, were all done in vain For, young Willie McBride, it's all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again

9) Mistaken Identity: Bonnie Banks of Fordie

Listen to my favorite recording here: X (cw: suicide mentioned)

An old ballad that gets darker the more you think about it

Gae tell tae me your brither's name My brither's name it's Babylon... Oh sister, what hae I done tae thee Hae I done this dreadful thing tae thee...

10) Stranded: The Golden Vanity

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of a tragic hero and a cruel ship's captain

Quickly he swam back, to the cheering of the crew But the captain did not heed him, for his promise he did rue And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue And he left him in the Lowland Sea

11) No One Will Find You: Twa Corbies

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sall ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sall blaw forevermair

12) "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?" / I'm up, I'm up: Off to Sea Once More

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Whaling was not a fun time

Some times we're catching whales, me lads, some times we're catching none With a twenty-foot oar stuck in your paw, from four o'clock in the morn And as the shades of night roll on and you rest on your weary oar, It was then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

13) "I don't feel so good": Lord Randall

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X X

One of the better-known English ballads. A tale of deadly betrayal: A young man returning home at the end of the day thinks he just inordinately tired. A more careful accounting of the day's events reveals the terrible truth. Versions vary as to who did the deed, but the young lord's fate is always the same.

14) Just Hold On: Skye Boat Song

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Some of you may recognize the tune. The traditional lyrics memorialize the aftermath of the Jacobite defeat at Culloden

Burned are their homes, exile and death scatter the loyal men Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again

15) Makeshift Bandages: Twa Brithers

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Now you'll take off your white Holland shirt An' teer it frae gore* tae gore An' you will bind my deadly wounds That they might bleed no more So he's ta'en off his white Holland shirt An' he's torn it frae gore tae gore An' though he's bound his deadly wounds Ah, they bled ten times more *seam

[ussgallifrey]

I posted 6,932 times in 2022

That's 2,144 more posts than 2021!

88 posts created (1%)

6,844 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@targaryenvampireslayer

@avengerscompound

@andrewrussgarfield

@ussgallifrey

@viperbarnes

I tagged 5,547 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#chris evans - 668 posts

#bucky barnes - 455 posts

#steve rogers - 423 posts

#marvel - 349 posts

#sebastian stan - 308 posts

#sam wilson - 256 posts

#tfatws - 234 posts

#star trek - 209 posts

#glen powell - 194 posts

#fan art - 184 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and i remember stumbling across dee's blog & just being stunned that an og fan was on here and still happily posting and welcoming us newbs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 1

✦ Summary: Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren't entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Language.

✦ Word Count: 1.9k

✦ Playlist: Here

[Master List]

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110 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

Home for the Holidays | Part 1

✦ Summary: Never let it be said that you weren’t willing to do just about anything for your squadron. As you find yourself roped into an elaborate ruse to help fool Hangman’s mother for Christmas all seems to be going according to plan. But when that plan spirals out of control, the line between real and pretend begins to blur.

✦ Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Anxiety, fake dating, hurt/comfort, light mentions of divorce, minor angst.

✦ Word Count: 7.5k

✦ Author's Note: Who are we blaming for this mess? Say it with me: @top-hhun ! The true enabler of all things Jake Seresin. I owe it all to you, love &lt;3

[Master List]

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183 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#3

☆ Gender Neutral Reader ||  ✻ Non-Binary Reader ||  ◇ Original Character

And They Were Quarantined [in-progress] • When two ex-Hydra agents are forced into a medical quarantine in an abandoned Hydra facility, only good things can come of it.

The Kingfisher ◇ [hiatus] • An unsuspecting file hidden within the archives of the SSR office in New York, leads to memories of Bucky’s past to come unraveling at the seams.

To Build a Home [complete] • The glimpses into a life Bucky never thought was possible for himself. A world where he would find someone who he could love and be loved in return - a person he could start a family with.

What's Left Behind ☆ [complete] • The world turned upside down the minute you let your guard down and, despite it all, you just had to keep going because... what else could you do at a time like this?

ONE SHOTS • Change of Plans • Crumbs • Jealous • Lost in the Woods ☆ • Shield ☆ • Show Yourself • Truth Hurts • Up on The Housetop • Warmth • Winter Wonderland

SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Creature of the Night • Leather & Lace ☆ • Love Bomb Baby • Peaches and Cream • Quiet • Scream For Me ✻ • Wrapped Around My Finger

DRABBLES • Don't Touch Her • I Can't Feel My Legs ☆ • Shhh, Don't Cry • Syrup Sweet

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333 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder [MasterList]

✦ Summary: Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren't entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Greek mythology, language, long fic, slow burn, superhero!Reader.

✦ Word Count: ~280 - 330k

✦ Playlist: Here

✦ Face Claims: Part One || Part Two

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346 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Love Bomb Baby

✦ Summary: Never in a million years did you think you would be spending your birthday with one of the hottest bands on the East Coast. Let alone, did you expect you would be doing so in the company of their drummer, Bucky fucking Barnes.

✦ Pairing: 80s Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: 18+ only - minors do not interact, dirty talk, drinking, language, mild degradation, one night stand, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex.

✦ Word Count: 3.6k

✦ Author's Note: Have I been listening to the music from Peacemaker recently? Yes, yes I have. The soundtrack is fucking awesome and the second I heard Love Bomb Baby, I knew I had a story on my hands. Highly recommend listening to it while reading this.

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362 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

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[askthedreamyversegang]

Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for... It's finally time for doodle batch 3!

Individual doodles No. 21-22 +2 bonus doodles are... Well, you know the drill at this point, under the cut!

No. 21 Seam Dee by @cloud-the-forgotten

No. 22​ Axel (Aqua Dee) (Not in the tourney)​ by @boa35

Bonus doodle No. 1 featuring

Noir​ Fontaine by @desultory-novice

Bonus doodle No.2

A Wanya​ Tower​ featuring literally every single Waddle Dee​ I drew here.

Boy is it busy, but a blast to work on.

Doodle batch for : @kirbyoctournament

And that's all folks!

Since round 2 is up this week, I decided to post some propaganda I made a while ago, here's every single Waddle​ Dee​ in the tourney, with Noir as a bonus.

[buggiebeestuff]

Spoilers for Stranger Things

I am so very upset about so much in this damn season. What the fuck happened.

1. You had the blatant queerbaiting and promises of the queerness of characters, which didn't happen

2. There was absolutely no character development. Everyone ended at the exact same place as they started.

3. The romanticism of codependent relationships

4. The blatant racism and stereotypes

5. The constant ideology of "being different means your life is miserable"

I'm not even going to get started with the whole airbnb situation, but let's go down the list.

1. The blatant queerbaiting. We were told that Will's sexuality was going to be actively confronted and brought to light, and that the scenes between Will and Mike would be "beautiful". What we got was a half assed script about how being queer has made Will's life miserable. It's brought up multiple times throughout the series that he's been harassed about it. And the only real time that it's even hinted at, it's to strengthen Eleven and Mike's relationship. This is horrible representation. I don't know if they were going for "the dark reality" but if so they fucked that up big-time too.

2. No character development. Eleven starts the season as completely dependent on Mike, and she ends the season completely dependent on Mike. There's been absolutely no communication between Jonathan and Nancy, they barely even interacted. Steve is still Steve. Even Eddie didn't really even get his moment to shine because it was undermined by the fact that it didn't work. He didn't save anyone.

3. Romanticizing codependent relationships. Lets talk about Mileven. It is the perfect example of a codependent relationship. Mike literally falls apart at the seams at the thought of Eleven not being dependent on him, and Eleven doesn't start fighting back until Mike starts his little speech. They are targeting this towards teens, and framing it as normal.

4. The racism and stereotypes. Lucas wants to be a cool basketball guy that gets respect and popularity after being picked on for so long. Erica is the snippy sassy black girl. Not to mention the racism of Billy in season 3, Argyle being a stoner, and the problematic areas of Lucas and Max's relationship.

5. The constant ideology of "being different means you will be miserable." Even if this was set in the middle of the Satanic Panic, which it was, this is not an appropriate way to handle it. Yes, people like Eddie in the 80s were commonly said to be Devil worshippers or Satanists, but like, come on. You think some scrawny, scraggly little 17-18 year old high school basketball player can waltz into a town meeting and convince everyone there that this one guy is the literal spawn of Satan and needs to be hunted? Not to mention, the only ones who knew who they were and could at least aknowledge it were Eddie and Max, and woop dee doo look what happened. Then you have the utter miserability that Robin and Will deal with surrounding their queerness, and the constant underlying message of "if you aren't like everybody else, you'll be miserable forever"

Now I am not in any way bashing the actors. The actors were absolutely phenomenal this season, they were amazing. I'm complaining about the writing of the story. There were so many loose ends that didn't get pulled through, and the cliffhanger wasn't even that good. It feels like the whole thing was trying to cram so much into one season that they lost the actual point of the story.

Anyways thats my rant

[softichill]

miscellaneous bits of kirby lore:

*i think it was at least semi-confirmed (from what i can remember the wording was really confusing but it was something stated in an official art book) that the three mage-sisters (francisca, flamberge, and zan partizanne) are hyness's adopted daughters (which honestly makes a lot of star allies even more tragic with how cruel hyness acts toward them i the game [something something insanity and he was trying to unlive the universe or something. idk i never finished star allies because of his boss fight being too hard for me :'3] but thankfully they get a happy ending if you do heroes in another dimension so it's all good :3)

*you know how people compare marx to jevil? well beyond being purple chaotic jesters with homicidal intent they also BOTH are friends with cat mages who sell stuff to you (ok well magolor only does that in the kirby clash games which are an alternate universe but like-). (except magolor tries to steal an ancient artifact so he can take over the universe and then gets corrupted by it so kirby and co. have to beat the crap out of him and after that he goes good... wait i just realized what if seam ends up doing that with the shadow crystals oh no- [imagine if toby really just based jevil and seam off marx and magolor kjnokjok if seam ends up betraying us they better add it to the deltarune wiki that it's at least possible he could've based them on those two-)

*kirby also has a susie. she have gun. also her dad dies/gets his soul absorbed by a super computer that tries to wipe out all organic life in the universe but kirby destroys it and susie goes good too.

*taranza is a depressed spider and his wife (by that i mean queen sectonia) is dead. he is not allowed to be happy in any universe.

*there are other dimensions

*don't worry, the anime adaptation isn't canon (despite some people pretending it is... even with all the blatant timeline/lore contradictions-)

*the light novels aren't either but they're good and i like applying kirby's personality there to the games, his favorite things are food and friendship :3

*kirby is possibly an incarnation of a god. dark matter is also possibly an incarnation of a god. the same god.

*gooey exists and he is good :3 (also he's a good dark matter)

*dedede gets possessed. a lot.

*meta knight tried to become a dictator once. it didn't work out because kirby.

*also dedede and meta knight are really close friends with some gayness between them (especially in the light novels kmnjuioj)

*bandee good (and he might be the same waddle dee from kirby 64 but it isn't technically confirmed i think so-)

*also there's like one human. her name is adeleine. she paints

. Wow

Oh I've met Adeleine!! She's nice :}

[fortysevenswrites]

Aaaaa I NEED your thoughts on the Bold Type. I love my girls (and go off with Sutton and Richard, season 4 who??)

Okay nonny, here we freaking go!

Sutton (And Richard)

So, I’m not active in the fandom more than randomly rebageling some Richard/Sutton gifsets because I ship the straight couple and what fic I’ve seen is like ALL Kat/Adena, more power to those shippers and those fics, but I am RIDE OR DIE Sutton/Richard. 

I love them so much. It’s such a great relationship (which...there is no back half of Season 4. They got married and live happily ever after and manage to make it work with both their ambitions. Miss me with that shit the writers pulled. Not cool. As a writer, I think that the forms of conflict that they decided to go with is really lazy writing, and there are ways to have a compelling storyline and compelling relationship without trying to tear it apart at the seams. If things change and they reconcile in S5, I might consider making my way through the end of S4, but at this point, I’m not going to waste my time.)

I really don’t think the Older Man/Younger Woman thing is THAT big of a deal (maybe it’s because I was in a relationship with a guy 11 years older than me when I was in college. Richard may or may not remind me a little of my ex ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). I think Sutton is just...remarkably capable and competent and mature enough to meet Richard at his level (even if she does have fun as someone in her early 20s would). 

Also, they are both very, very attractive people, and yes, I am more than a little shallow about that shit.

Like, I haven’t watched the show since the pregnancy drama storyline kicked in, but now that I’m thinking about seasons 1-3 and the first half of 4, I’m actually inclined to go back and re-watch, because their storyline just is enjoyable to watch. It makes me happy when they’re on screen together. Their storylines are some of the drivers of the show.

Jane

And--and I really don’t know how popular or unpopular this opinion is, but I honestly don’t love Jane as much as I do the other girls. I don’t hate her, I don’t even actively dislike her, but she’s just not my favorite character on the show ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I know she’s the lead and she is extremely compelling and I do enjoy some of her story (and she’s an amazing singer, I love when she got drunk and high and sang Torn), but there’s just a lot about her that grates on me sometimes, and a lot of times where I’m watching and I find myself thinking, “Can we go just hang out with Sutton now?”

Like, I almost prefer Oliver’s family dynamic more than Jane’s sometimes.

And I REALLY don’t like how her relationship with Pinstripe ended. He fucked up, yes, but she let their lack of communication get in the way of actually resolving their issues. And this is coming from someone who is VERY anti someone who cheats staying in a relationship even if they know they fucked up. I just really like Pinstripe as a character and didn’t like his ending.

Especially following Jane now that she’s got her own vertical within the magazine. I just...don’t love it. I don’t like this guy who they brought in to be her new love interest or whatever the hell he’s supposed to be (okay yes, part of it is because Pinstripe is SO Much better looking, but mostly because I don’t like him all that much), but I’m just not a fan of him. Also, unlike Sutton who was not and has never been Richard’s subordinate, this guy IS Jane’s immediate subordinate and I’m not a fan of that power dynamic.

Kat

I think Kat is great too. I LOVE her with Adena, but I also love how they did break up and get back to being friends (when she came in to shoot for Sutton? Like I just LOVED those scenes), but I really do think that they SHOULD be endgame. I don’t know where the hell Adena was in S4, but she should have been around.

As for the relationship Kat WAS in, in S4 (which, I don’t want to thank COVID for much, but I’m kinda glad production got shot down because who the hell knows what they would have pulled in the last couple episodes), like...what the ever-loving fuck? I’m not a POC, but I am bisexual and support liberal policies, and I would NEVER be in a relationship with someone whose family and beliefs are SO antithetical to my own. Like...I am iffy on the institution of marriage as it is, but if I was ever in a relationship with someone, and ever considered marrying someone, knowing who they voted for in this election is absolutely a dealbreaker. Conversion therapy is a dealbreaker. A woman’s right to choose if she wants to keep her pregnancy or not is a dealbreaker.

I really do not understand what the writers did with Season 4, and Aisha Dee was SO FREAKING RIGHT to make the comments that she did after the season wrapped.

So I could never realistically (or not realistically see, in the case of TBT) Kat and Ava willingly being together.

Like, what the fuck? Honestly, I think the only good relationship Kat has ever been in on the show has been with Adena.

The Rest Of The Cast

Can I just say, the way my jaw DROPPED when I watched the scene of Andrew in drag was S T U N N I N G. Like...I just was absolutely delighted by that and am delighted by him. The fact that he has gotten more and more of a role as the show has gone on was an amazing decision.

I also enjoy Alex and Sage and Jacqueline so much, and they’re all fun to hang out with. Do I think Jacqueline should have stayed with her husband vs. her hot exboyfriend? Hmmmmmm ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh, and I don’t remember this girl’s name, but the “Gen Z girl” that Jane hired in the second half of S4--SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN HIRED. The moment she whipped out her phone in that interview, the interview should have been OVER.

I understand people spending a lot of time on their phones (mine is never far away from me ever), but the fact that this girl, in her interview, did not even ask if it was okay to take notes on her phone? Was SO rude, and I don’t know which clearly-NOT-a-Gen-Z writer wrote that scene, but any Gen-Zer who is looking for a job, any reasonable person, would NEVER just whip out their phone while they’re being interviewed without asking for permission.

NEVER. 

Like...I watched that scene and was just stunned. And yes, I know that TBT is clearly not anything anywhere near reality, but like...that is an inaccuracy that I just can’t abide by.

You don’t pull that shit in a job interview, you just don’t.

Okay nonny, so...those are my thoughts on The Bold Type.

[irvinghq]

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[cloud-the-forgotten]

"the Incident"? If you don't mind me asking, what do you mean by the Incident, Seam Dee?

(Text in the picture: "O-oh!")

(Text in the picture: "I should've known someone would catch that...")

"To be honest, I don't fully remember the Incident. I remember that it was how I realized I had the Mirror Ability, I remember being scared, and I remember... a figure."

"They had a sword, too. After that, everything gets all fuzzy. The next thing I knew, I was in a bed and Comet and Sol were standing above me wearing their torn up nightcaps, and my back was covered in bandages..."

[snowdice]

You I’ll Come Back For (Part 2)[Dice Roll 5]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton/Virgil, Logan/Deceit/Roman (more background)

Characters:

Main: Patton, Virgil

Appear: Roman, Logan, Deceit, Remus

Summary: They’d met in a jail cell, you see, but unlike now Patton had not been anywhere near trapped, not that Virgil had been aware of that fact. He’d just seen his sweet little cell mate who’d clearly not done anything to deserve being on that side of the bars. Virgil had said “What did you do to get stuck in this joint?” and Patton had started crying. It had taken zero lies and five hours for Patton to coax out the information he’d needed. He’d thought when he’d pranced up to the bars and told Roman he was ready to leave that the absolutely astonished expression which was quickly slipping into fury would be the last thing he’d ever see of the man whose crimes numbered enough to keep him in prison for the rest of his life.

He’d escaped during his transfer to federal prison.

Universe: Cops and Criminals AU

Genre: Crime

Notes:  Murder mentioned, torture mentioned

Virgil’s going to keep good on his promise, but first he’s going to have to talk to his boss.

This is part of my Roll the Dice Event which is where I do random ships, universe, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. I posted a few days ago my results from this dice roll here.

Part 1

Virgil had just finished his latest job yesterday and with a steadying breath, strode down the hall to his boss’s office with purpose.

When Virgil entered his boss’s office, he almost chickened out and left right then. For one, Remus was there with a manic grin on his face. He was probably the cause of the second reason Virgil wanted to bolt: the fact that his boss was rubbing his temples with a pinched expression. Yet before he could nope it the fuck out of there, Deceit looked up.

“Virgil,” he said. “Please tell me that whatever it is, is better than the aquarium massacre Remus just told me he committed.”

Virgil glanced at Remus who was giving him a cheeky smile. The bastard had been holding on to that for a week why would he suddenly... Virgil narrowed his eyes. The fucker knew! He’d seen Virgil freaking out about his thing all morning and had slipped in here to confess because he knew he’d get in less trouble by comparison.

“Fuck,” Deceit said when he saw the look on Virgil’s face. Remus smiled at him. Warmed him up for you, the smile seemed to say. “Just sit. Let’s get it over with.”

Virgil knew there was no chance to escape and wait for another day. He sat.

There was a long silence. “What?” Deceit snapped.

Virgil shifted and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “So, you know that one cop that’s been getting in my way at basically every turn?” Virgil started.

Deceit sighed. “You know we can’t do anything about that. There are... complications.”

“You’re boning his boss,” Remus jeered. Deceit gave him a scorching look.

“It’s not that,” Virgil shifted uncomfortably.

“Then what the hell is it?”

“I... um,” Virgil said. “Want him.”

“You what?” Deceit asked. Remus was laughing manically in the background.

“I want him to be a part of this, because I have developed romantic feelings for him.”

“The man who you have explicitly threatened to murder and torture to his face multiple times? That man? You want that man?” Deceit asked. “He’s surely terrified of you by now.”

“That was what I would have assumed,” Virgil said, “but um. I got the drop on him last time and he was, er, very much not. Terrified that is.”

Deceit narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ya fuck him?” Remus asked.

“Wha-no! Absolutely not! When would I have even- no!”

“It certainly sounded like a ‘I fucked him’ type of thing.”

Virgil’s cheeks warmed and he was sure he was as red as a tomato. Luckily, he could probably pass that off as embarrassed by what Remus said and not embarrassed about how he was sort of on the right track.

“I did not fuck him,” Virgil said to Remus before turning back to his boss. “He just wasn’t afraid of me.

“And that was enough for you to think this is a good idea?”

“He’s not as soft as his files reflect,” Virgil argued. “He’s really good, obviously, and he’s not as adverse to questionable things as he seams. He plays nice and is good at looking sweet and innocent, but that’s mostly a ploy. He’d be useful.”

“After all the trouble he caused you?” asked Dee. “All the trouble I have had to get you out of, mind you, right out from under the noses of two men whom as Remus so eloquently put it, I am boning?”

“Please don’t talk about my brother like that,” Remus mumbled, looking suddenly a bit ill. It was only topic he was not absolutely shameless about. Deceit rolled his eyes.

Virgil steadied his chin. “This is a courtesy conversation,” he informed him firmly.

Deceit starred at him for a moment. “God dammit, do you know what I’m going to have to do for this to happen?”

“I’ll pay for your marriage counseling,” Virgil said dryly.

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AO3 Part 3

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II vol. 3 : Kanato VS Subaru [Track 1]

Original title: 月蝕の夜想曲

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden VERSUS II Vol. 3 [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki & Takashi Kondō

Translator’s note: Kanato is the one character in Diabolik Lovers that seriously creeps me out. Although I was rather disturbed by Laito’s HDB route as well when I first played it, Kanato’s constant mood swings just never fail to catch me off guard. One moment, everything seems fine and the next I have him S C R E E C H I N G in my ear and destroying my ear drums. In the other drama CD I translated, he licks jam and whipped cream off you which is definitely preferable over being STABBED with a knife. I already fear for the MC’s life in this one...

This track was requested by @derangedsilence​! If you would like to request a translation, please contact me through IMs or drop an ask!

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 ll Track 6

Track 1: Nocturne of the Lunar Eclipse

ー Approaching footsteps can be heard.

Kanato: 

 「 ♪♪ Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

    Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

    Remember me to the one who lives there,

    For once she was a true love of mine.

   Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,

   Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

  Without any seam or needlework,

  Then she shall be a true love of mine.

  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... ♪♪」(1)

...

“The moon’s becoming chipped, huh, Teddy...? Can you see it? Look. The moon is slowly being consumed by darkness. It’s the beginning of the Lunar Eclipse. The night that makes us Vampires uneasy has arrived. 

No wonder I’m acting strange...Remembering all these things from the past one after another. For a Lunar Eclipse to occur right when we’ve returned to this castle...I wonder if we’re cursed ー Us brothers.”

ー You approach him.

“Hm...You are? Just when I was having a bad feeling, this happens. This is exactly why I hate the Lunar Eclipse. 

Why are you here in the middle of the night? Hee...You were thirsty? You should just order the familiars and have them bring you something.

You really have guts to wander around this castle on your own. Don’t you already know most things about this castle in which we grew up? It’s different from the manor we usually stay at in the human world. 

Ahー Were you perhaps lured in by that as well? ...The Lunar Eclipse. No matter how stupid you may be, you know that much, right?

ー He steps closer.

“Yes...Even at this kind of place where the dwellers of the night gather together, the logic of the surface still applies. We cannot go against that. I’m sure you were called by that logic as well and awoke. Your body is aching and your heart is stirred up, isn’t it? 

Fufu...Even though an idiot like yourself who was completely tired out after yesterday’s banquet should be sleeping soundly...For some reason, you’ve come out seeking some water. In short, I think that means you were summoned. 

...Or rather ー Did you come because you were attracted to my voice? You heard me sing earlier, did you not? You know it as well, right? ー Scarborough Fair...I remember singing that song as if it happened just yesterday.”

ー Kanato grabs hold of you.

“Even though I hate that song...And I despise all the memories of that song so much that I would like to wipe them clean. 

Hey...Come a bit closer...In my arms...Hm? What’s wrong making such a face? Haha...Hmm? I look different from usual? Me? 

...Are you frightened? Why? I wonder if that moon’s at fault for this as well. Or maybe you’re worried that you might get bitten like usual when I hold you close like this? 

Hahaha...I don’t mind, biting you. But right now...I want to stay like this just a little longer...We can’t? 

Fufu...Fufufuu...Aah~ If only you were always this honest. Come on, let’s move a bit closer to the window sill and gaze at the Lunar Eclipse together. Of course, Teddy will be with us as well.”

ー A somewhat omnious wind can be heard in the background.

“...Take a look. The moon’s already covered up quite a bit. Don’t you feel anything? Are you becoming somewhat sentimental like me...? Or do you remember things deep inside your heart which you usually are not thinking about? Things you usually do not even pay attention to suddenly catch your interest...That’s what a night like tonight’s is all about.

Exactly. If it wasn’t for that moon, I would have never sung that song in this uncomfortable castle

...I’ve sung that song many, many times at this place in the past. I would sing until my voice went hoarse...As if I was a little songbird. A songbird who had to plead for mercy to be let out of its cage...and had to continue singing until he coughed up blood...

What she needed wasn’t me. It was the song. Heh. What do you know!? I don’t want to be comforted like that. Why do you always irritate me so much? I thought that today I might be able to keep my temper in check but as expected, you’re always the source of all my frustration...!”

ー He pushes you down.

“...It hurt? I’d imagine so. I’m making it so it hurts after all! I bet you actually enjoy being treated roughly way more than if I were to be gentle! You were surprised by how calm I was acting earlier, weren’t you? That proves it, doesn’t it? 

Aahー Because of you the uneasy feeling that had been slowly taken control of me went away in a heartbeat! 

...I wonder if I should be grateful to you.”

ー A cracking sound can be heard.

“Why not say something back? You always go quiet when this happens...Do you realize that it only makes me even more angry!? ...Answer me!!”

ー Kanato continues to rough you up.

“Ahahaha...! Does it hurt? Then I’ll make it hurt even more and more...! I’ll give you the pain you seek after! It’s this, right? The thing you want...”

ー He kisses your neck.

“You just flinched...You’ve gotten aroused by imagining your nape pierced by these sturdy fangs hidden behind my lips before I suck your blood, am I right?”

ー He breathes in and out deeply.

“Aah~ Because you reacted in such a way...Even I have gotten kind of worked up...However, today that will have to be put on hold. I wonder what is it...Is the Lunar Eclipse making me go weird? I want to enjoy this vague atmosphere just a little longer.

Even though usually being teased would totally piss me off. Just for today, I have the feeling it isn’t that bad. Say, what about you? Do you want this? Do you want me to bite you deeply? Or perhaps a different kind of pain? For example...”

ー He pulls out a knife.

“Being stabbed by this silver blade...Maybe? Fufu...So, how is it? If that’s what you wish, I’ll give it to you with this knife

...Ah, that’s right. Should I turn you into an obedient little puppet who will listen to my every command for eternity? You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. After all, puppets are happy just listening to their master.”

ー Faint footsteps can be heard approaching in the background.

Haha...Don’t you think that would be easy as well? Hey...Why not say something? Freezing up and staying silent like that is boring. 

Hey...!”

ーー To be continued ーー

Translation notes:

(1) Kanato is singing Scarborough Fair, although some of the sentences do differ slightly from the version I found online. However, I decided to just copy/paste the first two verses of the original song.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Of Dust and Ashes

Happy Friday! How are you all? Good I hope. 

Much thanks to @winterisakiller who has had to deal with my crushing self doubt while also keeping my angsty murder urges in check. I couldn’t do it without you. And to @tnystrk-exe who encourages the murder urges.

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Masterlist

Chapter warnings: Just some PTSD

Chapter 14- Movie Date?

Deanna insisted on helping load their spoils into the RV, much to Clint’s dismay. He insisted she should rest. For the two trips Dee hobbled into the RV, Clint had made four and managed to take everything else inside.

“So what now?” Dee asked as Clint locked the side door behind them.  

“Well, now we find somewhere to shelter us against the wind and buckle down. How’s the foot?”

“Hurts a bit but okay.”  

“Probably find a narrow street to park on. Stay in the town for a change. The buildings should give us some protection from the wind.”

“Or it could turn the street into a wind tunnel.” Dee offered with a smile as she made her way to the passenger seat, being ever mindful of her ankle.  

“Can’t win them all.” Clint joked but for a short moment, a shadow passed over his face. Dee didn’t say anything. He was right after all, you can’t win everything. He, more than anyone she knew would know that.  

The RV roared to life as the rain picked up again, falling in sheets. It took something around half an hour for Clint to settle on a place to park. It was a narrow street between two buildings. There was hardly enough room between the side of the RV slide outs and the walls of the buildings for the side door to open.

Though Deanna didn’t like the cramped feeling or the inability to see in the distance she had to admit with the current weather, she wouldn't have been able to see much in the open either.  There was an odd comfort to be had in knowing that there were only two ways someone could sneak up on them. There were only two very limited directions that their RV could even be seen by someone walking by.  

Clint made starting the generator look easy. With the rain, they’d had no choice but to use it. The constant ran had left a chill that meant they would also be burning propane to heat the RV. The idea of using such limited resources made Deanna nervous just the same.  

“You okay?” Clint asked, stepping inside of the RV while holding his umbrella outside, fighting to close it.  

“Fine. I just- It makes me nervous.” Clit nodded at my words. “It’s such a limited resource, such a limited supply.”

“You’ve done a great job making it last, that’s for sure.” While he spoke, he helped her to the couch before pulling out a bag of microwave popcorn. The whorl of the heater was soft in the background. “But I can get us more.” After a moment of hesitation, he rushed to add, “Or get you more if you want to ditch me at the farmhouse.”

“Well, unless we travel more, we won’t need much once we’re at the farmhouse.” Dee added, watching his face for reaction. “If you didn’t mind us staying together, that is.”  

“I think I’d really like that.” It felt like the words were so much more important than they sounded. It was as if there were some unknown meaning, unknown promise to them both but there still just the same.  

~~~~~<3

The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air within the RV. The air inside was warm as rain pelted the roof. Many of the lights except for what passed as a ‘hall’ light. It gave a warm glow to the space while providing enough light to see by.  

The microwave beeped as Clint carried the fluffy blanket from the bedroom. Dee made a mental note to find a throw blanket of some kind for the living space. That way they wouldn’t have to carry the heavy blanket back and forth. Unless, Clint had one he wanted to use.

It occurred to her that she shouldn’t be thinking of things in such a way. While it was clear at least for now, she wanted to stay with Clint and he with her, she was aware they were going to his home, a farmhouse. He mentioned it having access to power and water. Would they even still be living in the RV much longer?

“Need anything for the ankle?” Clint draped the blanket over her, breaking her spell of thought.  

“No, it’s not too bad now. The worst of it is over. At least, I think.”

“Still, take it easy on it.” His voice was firm but by no means demanding. “Let me do things for you.”

“You sound like an overbearing boyfriend.” Dee laughed. Clint put one of the romantic comedies she had wanted to watch yet hadn’t planned on requesting. “How did you know I wanted to watch that one?”  

“Guess I’m just boyfriend material.” Clint answered with a small smile rather than the wide grin she had expected.

As he settled on the couch next to her, she could feel the warmth from his side. The bowl of popcorn was perched in his lap. While the previews played, she thought back to that small smile and compared it to the wide grins she had often seen in the past. What did those small smiles mean? Were the large grins and carefree attitude a diversion, a mental or social suit of armor? Could those small smiles be Clint, the real man, shining through?

“Want a soda?” He held out a bottle of Pepsi for her and she took it with a mumbled thanks.  

When the movie started, she put her troubled thoughts away. Instead she focused on the love story playing out on the screen. She nibbled popcorn and sipped her soda. The taste was far better than she remembered and she had moaned when it first hit her tongue. All the while, she was aware of the warmth from Clint at her side.  

As they relaxed into the comfort and normalcy of watching a movie with popcorn, they seemed to melt into the couch. Before the movie was over, they were leaning against each other in a heap, soft snores passing from parted lips as the movie went on unwatched.  

~~~~~<3

Clint woke a few hours later to the title screen of the movie. His neck hurt, as did his back. The popcorn spilled on the ground at some point but most had disappeared, likely due to one large dog currently dozing by the door.  

Cuddled into his side was Dee. Slung over his thighs were her legs, bent at the knee and feet hanging down. Her fingers curled into his shirt. Her could feel every deep breath she took as he held her a little closer.  

Trust snorted and Clint’s eyes were drawn up to the dog, still asleep at the door. His eyes trailed around the room. Rain was pattering against the roof but it was much softer now. The buildings offered protection from the wind and he could hear it howling outside, though the RV did not rock with the force of it.  

On the arm of the couch sat the small stuffed fox atop the small folded blanket that she kept with her most of the time. Part of him wished he could do that, stomach the idea of keeping a trinket of Laura and the kids with him. Part of him was jealous of how Dee could clutch to the memory of her kids.  

Clint knew he could never forget them. He could never imagine a life where he couldn’t close his eyes and see their faces. It was clear as day to him that she thought herself weak for clinging to those reminders. In truth, he felt weak for not taking a part of his own family with him.

With a sigh, Clint worked his arm under her knees. While she seemed to comfortable enough, his neck ached and his back was screaming at him for having the gull to age. Wiggling his fingers, he gathered up the fluffy blanket that covered them.

He stood and shifted her, bringing her closer to his chest and adjusted his grip. It wouldn’t do to drop her on the way to the bed. That seamed like a sure fire way to end up sleeping on the couch or the dinette bed and really- his back liked the actual bed so much better.

The hall was so narrow that he had to shuffle through sideways to avoid hitting her on the walls. Still, he managed to smack his head rather hard on the door. Biting his lip and whimpering, he tired to ignore the urge to swear. It hurt like a mother fucker but she looked so peaceful.

There it was, as he set her on the bed. That weight of guilt that often seemed to settle in his gut made itself known as he looked down at her. Dee was so peaceful in her sleep. The lines of worry and stress were free from her face and he could just see the woman she had been before her life was ruined.

He blamed himself. It was just one more way he failed. He hadn’t known her at the time but he failed her. Just like he failed Laura and the kids. Just like he failed countless other people. But he had no say in it- it was their call to not bring him into the battle. He trusted them and that was where he failed.

Never again would he trust another to take care of those he cared about. Though it pained him to admit it, he cared about the woman on the bed. He cared about her far more than he should already. He cared about her far more than he had any right to, being a married man who’s wife was only dusted a handful of weeks ago.

But he did. And he failed her once, before knowing her. Clint decided he would not fail her again. No matter where she wanted to go, no matter what she wanted to do, he would follow and he would see to it she was safe. He owed her that much.

Clint wasn’t sure how long he stood there, watching her sleep. It was late and he was tired but he couldn’t look away. Would she ever look this at peace when awake again? He would help her find a new peace, he decided. He didn’t know how he would do it, but somehow he would.

In the living space, Trust sneezed. The sound seemed to snap him out the trance he had fallen into. A sigh slipped out of him as he shook his head. It wasn’t going to do anyone any good for him to get wrapped up in his head. Casting his eyes to the ceiling, Clint very much wished he could see Laura again, talk to her. She was his best friend and he missed her. Was it strange that he wished to speak to her about Dee? To get her advice?

He needed to sleep, that much he was sure of. His mind was turning into a puddle of goo and sleep would be the only thing that would help it. Waking after only a few hours of rest hadn’t done him any good at all.

Without another thought, he pulled his shirt off before looking at her jean covered calf poking out from the blanket. While he thought about what he should do about that, he unbuckled his belt and let gravity take his pants down.

It was a slow process, untangling her from the blanket but eventually, he had it off her. He hoped she wouldn’t wake up while he worked. She needed her sleep just as much as he needed his. Plus, as he unbuttoned her jeans and inched them down her hips, it would look rather questionable if she woke right then.

He was lucky. Though at one point she rolled over onto her stomach, she hardly stirred otherwise. It took time to work her jeans down her legs but he was happy to take that time. Part of him felt guilty for it, but he allowed his eyes to travel her legs as he exposed them.

Once he had her out of the jeans, he rolled them up and tossed them in the hamper hidden behind one of the storage doors facing the foot of the bed. Reaching down, he grabbed his own discarded clothes and tossed them in as well.

With that cleaned up, he made his way into the living room again where he picked up the bowl and turned off the TV. After taking the time to check that the doors were locked and there was no sign of life outside, he returned to the bedroom where Dee had hardly so much as moved.

He spread the blanket out over the bed and crawled in next to her. For the first time since his wife and children had turned to dust, it felt like he was coming home. A sigh slipped out of him as his back and shoulders relaxed. In just a few short moments, Clint had joined Deanna in a state of sleep provided bliss.

~~~~~<3

Deanna was aware of warmth and the comfortable feeling of the mattress under her. There was that stale taste in her mouth that told her she hadn’t brushed her teeth before falling asleep.

It was dark outside and the rain was falling in sheets. She couldn’t see it but she could hear it, the way the drops pounded against the metal exterior of the RV. The sound was relaxing, even if she knew how tainted that rain was.

Reaching out, she blindly grabbed for the stuffed fox and soft blanket she normally slept with clutched to her heart however her fingers came up empty. Reaching farther still, her fingers found Clint’s bare arm and danced over his chest. They weren’t there.

Rolling over, she began to search the other side of the bed and found nothing. Panic ate at her and she tried to calm her breathing. She didn’t lose them. Nothing was taken. They just fell off the side of the bed. It was fine. Everything was fine.

Reaching down, she groped blindly some more and only found more of the floor. Without a single thought to the sleeping Avenger next to her, she turned on the light as her search got more frantic.

Clint woke with a start but she paid him no mind at all. She looked under pillows and pulled the blanket aside.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was like gravel and any other time she would have taken a moment to appreciate the sound but right now, it hardly registered.

“I can’t find them.” Her voice came tight and high, as if a wire was wound taught and so very close to snapping.

“Find what?” His hand rested on hers for a moment but she yanked it free to look under his pillow.

“My kids. Where are they. I can’t have lost them.”

“You’re kids?” Clint watched as she stood and ripped the blanket off the bed only to throw it back on in a heap.

“Sit down, you’re going to hurt your foot.” Clint stood, holding his hands out to her. “Don’t you remember, your kids- they...”

“I know.” Deanna reached up and pulled her fingers through her messy slept on hair. “I know. I know. But I’ve got to find them.”

“What are you looking for? Tell me exactly and I’ll find them, okay?”

The thing that had stood out to Clint from the moment he had first met Dee was how strong she was. Even with a sprained ankle and no choice but to rely on a stranger’s aid, she always had an air of strength to her. She was solid. Unshakable.

Now, woken in the middle of the night was proof that even she was haunted by the memories of what had happened. He couldn’t fault her for it, he himself had woken many times from a panicked search.

“Their- Aurora's- Oh god. I can’t have lost them.”

It hit Clint in that instant. There was only two things that she was never without. He had been proud of himself, getting her into the bed and out of her jeans without waking her. He had been sure he had thought of everything. But he had forgotten what had turned out to be the most important of things.

It wasn’t locking the doors. It wasn’t checking for people sneaking up on them. It wasn’t turning out lights or making sure Trust had food or water. It wasn’t picking up the popcorn bowl. It wasn’t even turning off the TV.

“Sit here, I think I know what you’re looking for.”

It took a firm hand to guide her to sit on the bed. It was clear as day she didn’t want to just sit but the panic was clouding her mind. Clint worried about her hurting her foot when it was already beginning to heal so well.

She just wanted to find them. She just wanted to hold them. She needed them.

Once he had her sitting, Clint rushed into the living room. In the process, he nearly tripped over Trust. The dog had slept through all the commotion and later, Clint would take it as a sign that the dog trusted him to care for the woman who had become his master.

Sitting neatly on the arm of the sofa was a stuffed fox, well loved and well cared for atop a soft folded baby blanket. She wasn’t looking for her kids, she was looking for all she had left of them.

With upmost care, he picked up the forgotten items and carried them into the bedroom. As soon as her eyes took them in, he watched as every bit of the tension left her. Wordlessly, she reached out and took them from him, holding them tight to her chest.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, looking up at him with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Sitting next to her on the bed, Clint rested one large hand on her back and began to slowly rub. “I should have remembered to grab them. You have them every night.”

“You couldn’t have-”

“You have them every night.” He again repeated as she leaned into his touch. Tears dripped from her cheeks as he held her to his side. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He whispered.

“I try so hard.” It felt like a sacred admission, a holy secret.

“You can be weak sometimes. You can cry. You can fall apart. You’re not alone anymore, Dee. I’m right here with you now. I’ll help you put the pieces back together.”

~~~~~<3

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More Than a Rookie / Three

(Baseball!Tom AU)

Baseball Crash Course / Teaser / One / Two

Summary: Tom’s second game!!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Baseball

(A/n: I’ll update the baseball crash course a little later! The tag list is OPEN, so please send me an ask to be added! ALSO. IM A NATS FAN LET ME JOKE ABOUT BRYCE HARPER’S EGO AND HIS HAIR.)

You thought you’d be prepared for Tom’s second Major League game, but you were sorely mistaken. The second game was even more stressful than the first.

Tom was batting 6th in the order, starting at shortstop once again. You knew it would be a rough game within the first few minutes.

The lead-off man for Tom’s opponents hit a routine ground ball at Tom on his fourth pitch. It was a roller, should’ve gone straight to him and gone straight to first for an easy first out. But it didn’t. The ball took a funny hop off the infield dirt and jumped up. Tom stopped the ball with his chest and it dropped into his glove.

“You’ve got time, Tom, c’mon, slow down, breathe,” you muttered under your breath, seeing him tense up as soon as the ball bounced. You’d watched enough of his games to know exactly how he’d react. “Don’t overthrow it, baby, c’mon, breathe.”

Tom fumbled with the ball in his hand. He looked up, saw the runner almost to first, and threw the ball haphazardly without setting his feet or body first. The ball went sailing over the first baseman’s head and into the opposing team’s dugout. The ump called time as Tom covered his mouth with his glove, which meant he was cursing at himself. It went in the scorebook as an E6.

“C’mon, Tom, calm down,” you whispered. You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you had a habit of talking to the players under your breath.

Luckily, the very next pitch was another ground ball, this time to the second baseman. Tom sprinted to cover second as the second baseman scooped up the ball and underhanded it to him. He easily caught it, touched the bag, and smoothly threw it straight to the first baseman for a 4-6-3 double play. Tom immediately relaxed, knowing he had redeemed himself and the bases were clear.

A quick 3-pitch strikeout ended the inning, and Tom jogged back to the dugout. He glanced at you as he did, and you smiled. Calm down, you mouthed at him.

He nodded once, signaling to you he understood, and he disappeared in the sea of his teammates.

Tom didn’t get to bat until the bottom of the second inning. He had a man on first and one out as he stepped up to the plate.

First pitch he always watched. If Tom swung on a first pitch, it was because he thought it was perfect. But you could count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen him do it in all your years.

This at bat was no different. He took the first pitch low and inside for ball one. He stepped out of the box, looked at his bat, and took a deep breath before reentering.

Tom’s batting stance was very different from some of his teammate’s. He was small, but had some unexpected power. He averaged four or five home runs every year in college. When he was at the plate, he stood practically on the line of the box, as close to the plate as possible without leaving the box. Pitchers weren’t used to someone who crowded the plate that much, so he’d been hit by a lot of balls over the years.

He also crouched down and made himself look even smaller, which had been somewhat deceiving to both the pitcher and the umpires, so he had a lot of walks in addition to his hit by pitches. He’d tried opening up his stance before, standing up a little taller, but it extended his strike zone significantly, and he tended to strike out when he did so.

The pitcher threw his second pitch to Tom, another low ball, nearly hitting the plate. Ball 2. Tom stepped out of the box, taking a deep breath with a small smirk. When he got ahead in the count, he tended to get a little bit cocky and relax, telling himself that the pitcher was scared of him. You had no idea why, but it actually worked; his mindset when he was ahead had helped him make some critical hits.

Third pitch, nicely placed vertically, but it flew way outside the plate and the catcher nearly dove to stop it. The crowd collectively Oohed and Tom was ahead in the count 3-0.

The pitcher was incredibly frustrated. He didn’t have the control he wanted, and you could see him shaking his head several times before he threw a pitch, signaling to his catcher that he didn’t like the pitches being called. He stepped off the mound and took a moment to calm himself before he resumed the game. He stepped back onto the mound, one foot on the rubber and one foot in front. He looked at his catcher, and shook his head several times before sighing and pitching the ball.

It was an inside pitch, but it got away from the pitcher and sailed towards Tom. He tried to get out of the way, but the pitch hit Tom’s thigh with an audible slap that made you cringe. The ump called time and Tom sank down to the ground. Your breath caught in your throat.

No matter how many times he took a hit, you still held your breath, praying he’d be okay. The worst hit he’d taken was on his elbow before he started wearing his guard. It was a 98 mph fastball from a senior starting pitcher when he was a freshman. The pitcher went on to be a first round draft pick and was now very successfully starting regularly for his major league team. The seam of the ball made contact with his elbow, and was such a hard hit that he actually started bleeding. He had to be taken out of the game to make sure it was alright. Thankfully, it wasn’t his throwing arm, but he was in a lot of pain for a while which a nasty bruise. He still had a scar from the experience.

The trainer came out to check on Tom, but he waved him away and stood up. He took off his foot and ankle guards, then jogged down to first base. Tom was very pale, but it actually took a lot for him to bruise, so you wondered if this hit would leave a bruise. You could see in his expression he was ready to make the pitcher pay for hitting him.

The next batter smacked the first pitch he saw sailing over the third baseman’s head and into the corner of the field. The crowd cheered as Tom’s teammate ahead of him rounded third and headed for home. The third base coach looked down the line towards the ball as Tom approached 3rd, and then gave Tom the sign to continue on to home in attempt to score.

Tom cranked up his speed, pumping his legs faster than you’d ever seen. He came sprinting around third, trusting his coach. The left fielder threw the ball to the shortstop. Tom was still about a 15 feet from the plate, pushing as hard as he could to reach home, sliding face-first into home as the shortstop threw the ball to the catcher, who put his glove down to try and tag Tom out. Tom tried to avoid the glove, bending in his slide, reaching around the catcher for the plate.

“Safe!” cried the ump. Tom leapt up, dragging dirt with him as he yelled in celebration. You leapt up with him, screaming and cheering. Tom jogged back to the dugout, meeting his teammates who slapped him on the back and high-fived him and hugged him.

Tom was an incredibly emotional player. He put his heart and soul into baseball, and it showed. Every day in college, he got up early to go to the gym before his team workouts he had later in the day. He was a team captain for three years, and was always the first person to congratulate or comfort or help one of his teammates. His teammates always loved playing with him because of his attitude. Baseball was his life, and he took it seriously.

So when he found someone who was just as serious about baseball on the first day of Stats, he was over the moon.

The inning ended on two fly outs and Tom and the Braves jogged back out to the field. He was smiling still, excited that he was proving himself to be more than a rookie.

The Braves won the game, and you met an excited Tom back at the hotel instead of at the locker room. He entered your hotel room with a huge grin on his face.

“What a game!” He whooped, plopping down on the bed next to you.

“I’m proud of you,” you said, a hand going to straighten up his hair. “I was convinced after that first error you made that it was gonna be rough.”

“Me too,” he admitted.

“How’s your leg, babe?”

“It hurts like a bitch.”

“Let me go get some ice,” you said, hopping up. You’d nursed many of his bruises and injuries before. “Take your pants off and I’ll be right back.”

He smirked at you. “Mmm, yes ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what happens when you get cocky and act like Bryce Harper,” you taunted.

He mocked hurt. “How dare you speak that name! My hair could never compare to his. He uses two hair dryers. I only use one.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, then left the room in search of ice.

When you returned with your bucket of ice, you found Tom curled up on a pillow on the bed, fast asleep. He hadn’t even taken his suit off. You smiled, changed out of your game clothes, then turned off the lights before joining him in bed.

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[image: 3 gifs from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Charlie is talking to Dee.

Charlie says, "I bet [the cat] flattened itself out, went right through a seam in your wall."

Dee replies, "I don't think there's anything in the laws of nature that would support that."

Charlie says, "Cats do not abide by the laws of nature, all right. You don't know shit about cats." end ID]

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