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bluerocketaconitum · 3 years ago

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Pieces of my Batfam fics

These are little pieces of my Batfam WIPs that I actually like. If any of them jump out to you, I'd love to hear your thoughts! I'm trying to motivate myself to write more.

1. From my Forever Evil fix it - DickBabs

“Hey.” His voice and smile were barely there, but the sight still flooded Barbara's eyes with tears. He let her fingers trace over his cheek. “Hey yourself.”

'Where's T'mmy?”

“He's ok. He's asleep. Jason and Alfred fixed up his arm.”

He was drifting, and Barbara didn't want his eyes to close again so soon. She trailed a finger along his cheekbone where the black foundation had smeared under his mask.

“You look like a raccoon. A very good looking one, but a raccoon nonetheless.”

That got another small smile from him, but it seemed to be all he could do. His eyes slid closed.

2. From my baby DickBabs story - (heavily inspired by the characterizations of Robin and Batgirl in The Batman cartoon series)

He quickly palmed the tears away, looking at her sheepishly through damp lashes. Barbara knelt down. “What's up?”

“Nothing.”

“C'mon Dick, I know better. Something's bothering you, and it's not just your leg, nasty as it is. I'm not judging you for crying, by the way. I cried like a baby when I broke my collarbone last year, so spill.” It was a lie, but his expression opened slightly.

“It's just...” he sighed and scrubbed his eyes once more before replacing the mask. “Can't hide this from Batman.” he gestured to his leg.

“No... why would you want to?”

Dick took a shaky breath. “He's re-evaluating Robin.”

“So... you're getting a performance review? Why?”

“I got hurt. Last night. It's why I was off my game tonight. Missed a dose or two of pain meds.”

“Oh. How bad were you hurt? It's not like you've never gotten hurt on patrol before. We both have. I don't see what the big deal is.”

In retrospect, it made sense. He had been sweating and pale even before () had broken his leg.

“I got shot. It was a graze, but deep. Leslie said it hit my rib.”

“Zigged when you shoulda zagged?”

“Yeah.”

“And Bruce let you come out tonight anyway?”

“Not exactly.”

“Ah.” Barbara bit her lip, unsure what to say. Dick looked so miserable – tearful, soaking wet and shivering, one arm tucked around his wounded rib, swollen lower lip where one of the thugs had gotten a lucky hit in, leg swathed in their capes and his escrima sticks as a splint to twice its size, weighing him down. He definitely wouldn't be running or tumbling or flipping any time soon, and that was hard for someone who barely kept his feet on the ground as it was.

“When he finds out I went on patrol without him when I was supposed to be in bed, and got hurt worse, he'll ground me forever. I don't want to lose Robin, Babs. I can't. Without Robin, I'm... I'm nothing.” he whispered.

Another tear escaped under the domino mask and Barbara sat down next to him, putting an arm over his shoulders and pulling his shaking form close, sharing some body heat and wishing for at least one of their capes to keep off the chill. He was freezing and he must have been exhausted because he allowed her embrace, almost melting against her, without any wise cracks or complaints. It made Barbara's anxiety shoot up higher. Dick loved casual touches and hugs, but when he was really hurting, he tended to clam up and insist he was fine. The fact that he was practically in her lap without any protest worried her.

She slid her gauntlet from one hand and brought it to his forehead. Hot. There were beads of sweat running down his hairline and his lower lip was trembling. Barbara winced. A very recent gunshot wound, coupled with a nasty open fracture and then a dip in the filthy Gotham harbor were all contributing factors to what could easily develop into a dangerous fever.

She hugged him closer.

“Not nothing, Dick. You're special even without Robin. But let's worry about that later, ok? Right now, we're just taking a breather and making sure the bad guys are gone so we can get home.”

3. From my Dick and Tim story -

“Did you check in with Oracle?”

“No. I thought you did. You were too busy soaking up the sun, weren't you.”

Dick stretched his arms toward the sky and his spine popped luxuriously. “It just feels so good. And it'll only get better. They say Dibba is what summer feels like.”

“Yeah, well, I'm getting burnt. And they confiscated my sunscreen at the airport. Glad you're having such a good time.”

Dick reached into Tim's messenger bag and plucked his ball cap from under the flap, setting it decisively on Tim's head to give his face a modicum of shade. he shook his head sadly. “You poor little vampire. You're actually worse than Bruce and that's saying something.”

From the same story as above - for context, Dick is temporarily blind, and they've been locked in a storage room in their civilian identities.

"I think i found a way out. There's boxes stacked to the ceiling, but there's a vent..."

Dick could hear Tim rustling around and grunting as he moved and un-stacked the boxes. "I don't think they realized this was here. And..." more grunting followed by a triumphant "yes! I can fit into the vent."

"Can I fit?" Dick asked.

"No. I'll come around and unlock the door."

"Are you sure? You know I can contort -"

"No!" Tim cut him off. "Absolutely not. I hate it when you do that." Dick could hear the shudder in Tim's voice and he grinned up in his direction as he deliberately shifted his shoulders backwards and up into an impossible angle around his head.

"What, this?"

"Quit it! That's gross! I will leave your freaky, boneless ass in this room if you do that again."

4. From my Dick and Damian story -

Damian's breath caught for a moment when an arrow from one of the higher rooftops sang toward Grayson as he landed a flip, but the acrobat spun and caught the arrow before it struck him, waving it in a cocky salute at the archer who had loosed it.

Damian grinned for the first time in half a year.

(I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of the batkids ((especially Richard 'I-grew-up-with-Roy-Harper-on-my-team' Grayson)) being able to catch arrows. I think they've done it in the comics once or twice).

From the same story as above -

“Are you mad at me, lil'D?” Dick asked quietly.

In answer, Damian abruptly threw his arms around his brother, hugging him tightly. Dick returned the hug, wrapping arms around Damian's shoulders.

“I thought you were angry with me.” Damian said into his brother's shoulder. “Because I didn't hear from you. Father wouldn't say anything of import during his calls. I could not tell if you were getting better or not.��

#batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #nightwing #robin #oracle #batgirl #fic #my stories #wip stuff #positive feedback is welcome!#my stuff

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imherongraystairstrash · 4 years ago

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Sophideon & Baby Thomas pt. 3!!

I’ve finally finished! I hope it’s a good conclusion! The part in bold is from the second part, since I thought it would be confusing without it. Here are parts 1 and 2

-Ana <3

“Thomas Lightwood.”

They looked at him again. He hadn’t changed since they had named him and yet, there was something else in the air:

Hope.

…

Six weeks later, they were able to hold him. Sophie cried while she cradled Thomas and supported his tiny head in her palm. He was still so tiny, and yet he was so beautiful. He had yet to open his eyes, or even cry, for that matter. She knew her face was a mess of tears and had probably turned red and splotchy. However, in that moment, Sophie did not have it in her to care about those little things. All she thought about was how her baby boy, who had been on the verge of death far too many times to count, was breathing in her arms. Gideon put his own arms around her and his chin on her shoulder. He stroked Thomas’ cheek with his thumb. So long they had anticipated this moment and now they relished in it. Sophie felt so lucky that Thomas had lived, even if there was still time left before they could bring him home. She kissed his tiny nose and turned her head to kiss Gideon. She knew she would cherish this moment for the rest of her life.

…

Two months had come and gone before Thomas Lightwood was able to come home. Two months of living half of their lives in the Silent City. Both parents were ecstatic that they would finally be able to introduce Thomas to their daughters. Most of all, they were excited to be able to go back to their normal life, where they could wake up and go to sleep in the same bed, take their daughters out for walks and fall back into a routine.

Gideon would always insist on spending the night in the Silent City with Thomas while urging Sophie to go back home with the girls. After all, she had given birth recently and she needed to recover.

“Thomas and I will have some man-time.” Gideon would joke, always trying to lighten the mood of the situation.

Sophie would just shake her head and kiss his cheek goodnight.

Now, Gideon was tucking Thomas into a small basket made big with little Thomas inside. Sophie wished more than anything that nobody on the streets would stop them. Not because she was ashamed of her son; she could never feel ashamed for him. If anything she felt pride that he survived when even the Brothers did not think he was going to live. However, she did not wish to have to see the faces of people when they caught sight of Thomas. For Gideon and herself, Thomas’ current state was an immense improvement, though that has most likely been because they were the only ones who had seen him that first day. She did not wish to hear the gasp, see the look of sympathy. Most of all, she did not want to hear an apology, as though Thomas being alive were a burden to them because of how he looked. Sophie wished people could see Thomas for the blessing he was. She did not stay by his side all those hours for people to take one look at him and pity her for birthing a sickly child.

Gideon straightened and offered her his arm. “Shall we go back home?”

Sophie couldn’t help but smile. “I would love nothing more.”

They bid the Silent Brothers goodbye, thanking them profusely for all of their help. Sophie even embraced Jem, even though it was not necessarily a correct way of thanking a Silent Brother. Gideon kept looking back into the basket as they walked down the street.

“What?” Sophie asked.

“I still cannot believe I’m carrying Thomas.”

“Because he is so light?”

“Well, I was thinking because it seemed like we would never be able to take him home, but him being so light does not help his case.”

Sophie rested her head on his shoulder. “At least he will be easy to bring down when he gets stuck in that tree, like two little girls I know.”

Gideon laughed. “However will we get three children out of that tree? We’ve run out of arms.”

“I can climb up and throw them down to you.”

“And how will you get down?”

“I think I am more than capable of getting down from a tree, Gideon Lightwood.”

“Of course you are, my beautiful Sophia, but I would have climbed up and helped you down.”

“Ever the gentleman.”

Gideon shook his head, smiling.

After being sad for so long, their happiness felt like a cold river on a hot summer’s day.

…

Eugenia and Barbara could hardly suppress the bounce in their steps as Gideon walked them back home. They were so excited to finally see their brother, that they practically dragged Gideon home.

“Papa, walk quicker!”

“Yes! What if he grows tired and leaves?”

“Silly, Genie. Thomas cannot walk yet.” Barbara said.

“Oh, right.”

The girls wiggled, trying to slip out of his grasp.

“Stop doing that,” Gideon laughed. “Thomas is very patient.”

“But I am not! Oh, Papa, I must see him before I burst with…” Eugenia trailed off.

“Anticipation?” Gideon offered.

“Yes. I think. I will burst with an-pisi-pat-on.”

Barbara furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Gideon. He shrugged and motioned for her to let it go and not correct her sister.

Eugenia skipped the rest of the way down the road, until their house came into view.

“We are almost there!” She squealed and jumped.

“Eugenia. You cannot scream when you get there. You will upset him.” Barbara said.

Eugenia rolled her eyes.

Gideon opened the door to the house and took them to where Thomas and Sophie were.

…

Barbara caught one look at him and ran back to Gideon. She buried her face in his leg and shook her head, not wanting to see anymore. Eugenia was more curious. She looked at his face with fascination and, much to Gideon and Sophie’s surprise, bent down next to him. Eugenia examined his small hands and took one look at his closed eyes before saying, “Isn’t he excited to meet us? How come he’s still asleep?”

Sophie catches Gideon’s eye. He, too, seemed to be suppressing a laugh; only Eugenia would be offended that her infant brother was asleep during their first encounter.

“He’s too young to understand what is going on, Genie. I’m sure if he knew, he would be wide awake.”

“Hm, maybe someone should tell him,” Eugenia said. “Hullo, Thomas,” she announced, “I am your older sister, but not your oldest sister. I am your…” She trailed off.

“Younger older sister?” Gideon offered.

“Yes!”

Sophie looked at him, surprised.

“Gabriel said the same thing when Tatiana was born.” Gideon said, his voice going soft at the mention of his sister.

Sophie gave him a comforting look, knowing how hard it was to speak of Tatiana.

“Anyway, I am your younger older sister. Eugenia.”

Perhaps it was a pure coincidence. However, it was safe to say that Gideon and Sophie did not expect Thomas to open his eyes right after Eugenia finished speaking.

Sophie gasped. Thomas’ bright green eyes looked around the room. They were beautiful. She bent down next to Eugenia. Gideon tried to coax Barbara to look up for where she had pressed her face against his neck.

Sophie put her arms around Eugenia and hugged her tightly.

“I think that means he is happy to meet you, Genie.”

Eugenia’s lips spread into a wide smile.

“I like my new brother.” Eugenia said. “What about you, Barbara?”

Barbara looked up, barely, at the mention of her name. Eugenia looked at her expectantly. Barbara did not say anything.

“It’s alright, Barbara.”

“No, it’s not.” Eugenia frowned.

“Eugenia!”

“She’s being vain and inconsiderate. Don’t you know it’s rude not to introduce yourself, Babs?”

“Genie,” Gideon said.

“Poor Thomas came all this way to meet us and you cannot even show him an ounce of respect?”

“Eugenia.” Sophie said, outraged.

“If you’ll excuse me, I would like to get to know our dear brother better.” And with that Eugenia picked up the basket and walked out of the room.

Gideon and Sophie stood stupefied. They exchanged an appalled look until Sophie realized what Eugenia held in her hands—

“EUGENIA, put Thomas down!”

“You want me to drop Thomas?!”

“NO!” Sophie and Gideon yelled.

Eugenia popped back into view and Sophie ran to her, grabbing hold of the basket.

Eugenia’s eyes widened, looking like they were at the verge of tears.

“Eugenia, honey, I know you want to spend time with Thomas, but he’s very fragile right now. If you were to drop him by mistake—”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know, darling. The point is, he can get hurt very easily and we don’t want that, do we?”

“No, mama.”

Sophie kissed her forehead. “You can hold him if you wish, but you must sit down and be very gentle.”

Eugenia bounced on the balls of her feet. “Yes, mama! I promise to be extra careful with him! May I hold him now?”

Sophie chuckled. “Of course.”

…

Barbara did not even want to be in the same room as Thomas. Sophie was worried that she would never warm up to her brother and it absolutely broke her heart. It was evident to her that she was overreacting. Surely Barbara would come to love him. Eventually. Sophie bit her lip. Yes, there was no doubt about it. She will. Or she won’t. No, no, she will.

Sophie pressed her lips together tightly. She looked down at Thomas in her arms, who was staring up at her. She smiled and nuzzled his face.

“Sweet child. How different you are from your very loud sisters.”

She looked into his green eyes.

“Do not fret for you will grow very tall, my darling.” Sophie kissed his soft feet. “Why, all of the men in my family were as tall as beanstalks.”

Thomas smiled a little bit, perhaps at her facial expressions.

“And one day, when you can speak,” she brushed his lips with her finger, “you will tell us about how it’s like to touch the clouds.”

She put her finger in his semi-open hand. Thomas slowly closed it. His fist was so tiny, it couldn’t fit her entire hand in it. Sophie kissed his cheek. She whispered in his ear.

“Do not tell your sisters, but I’ve always wanted a son.”

…

Sophie looked at the photograph on her bedside table. Sophie smiled and placed her hand over the witchlight to turn it off. She looked at Gideon, who was already in bed from sheer exhaustion. He opened his arms for her and Sophie nestled herself inside. She pressed her cheek against his warm chest as he pressed a kiss to her head.

“You’re freezing, Soph.” He rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

She closed her eyes and smiled.

“Soph?”

“Yes?”

“Oh, I thought you fell asleep.”

“So quickly?”

Gideon gave her a sheepish smile, which Sophie kissed softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Whether they were talking about the company of each other or seeing the sadness having finally been lifted from the other, it would remain unknown. Perhaps it was both; a concoction of pure bliss and adrenalin that comes when you finally step out of the shadows.

Their troubles were far from over. They would have to face trials through tears and sadness in the near future but, in the present, nothing could harm them. Even if they knew they were in the eye of the hurricane, rather than the outskirts, they would still be smiling. Sadness could wait.

Sophie combed her fingers through Gideon’s hair and rested her lips on his collarbone. His hands on her back were warm, sweet. She was drifting off to sleep when she heard it.

Her eyes flew open, and she met Gideon’s. They flew out of bed and sped to the nursery. Was he really crying? Sophie’s eyes burned. She opened the door and found someone had already come to Thomas.

Barbara was looking down at the crib, one of her hands drooped inside. Thomas was quiet as he stared up at his sister. Sophie watched, mesmerized as Barbara smiled at her brother. She felt hands on her shoulders and smiled up at Gideon.

Sophie and Gideon had three children. And they were their pride and joy.

Tagging: @celias

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softsweetsuffering · 4 years ago

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OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

#OC List #ocs #god this took forever #B's Ocs #my list #oc list new #fuck me ; ;#im not gonna tag all of them.. its not worth it..#thanks for the reminder anon

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war-sword · 5 years ago

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anonymous said: Ahhhh what should I request! Ehh... could you write something about a girl, who isn’t vulnerable or unable to handle herself, but who gets into some sort of danger which Draco then protects her/saves her. Possibly at the end she gets upset and he comforts her?

pairing: draco x female reader (unspecified house) words: 2.6k a/n: this is set in fourth year, during the time of the triwizard tournament, but it’s honestly only important to some aspects because i don’t mention the other schools. mostly just context. hope it’s not too short for you all! taglist: @accio-rogers @diademofdraco @mayorofzillyhoo @clockworkherondale(please comment on this post or send a message to be added to my overall taglist!) read the rest of my masterlist here

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“… And one last warning students, please be careful as you venture to outdoor classes such as Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures this year. Teachers will be waiting to escort students to these classes in an effort to lessen incidents, but I must ask that no one venture to unpaved areas when getting some fresh air. Our groundskeeper is working to fix the problem, but until that time, please exercise extreme caution. That is all!” Dumbledore clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone from the first feast of the school year.

You stepped up from the table with the rest of your housemates and made your way to the dormitories, gossiping about the unnamed threat Dumbledore had mentioned.

“This happens every year! We get here, first day, and get told ‘Don’t go on the third floor west corridor— you’ll be slaughtered!’ ‘Watch your step on the moving staircases, students, portable volcanoes sprouted up over the summer and we’ve yet to remove them. Sorry!’ Honestly, dad never told me it was this bad in his day,” your housemate, Evan, laments.

“We don’t even know what’s outside!” Your best friend Vivian adds. “If we knew, maybe we could be more prepared.”

“True,” you say. “I hope they take care of whatever it is soon. I don’t want to spend all my free periods in the stone courtyard.”

“What’d ya think it is?” Evan asks, poking you with his elbow. “Erklings? Chupacabras?”

“Oh shut up, Evan,” You say, poking him back. “Chupacabras don’t even live in Europe. They’re native to Puerto Rico–“ you trail off as your throat catches, due to your first sight of pale blonde hair.

Evan follows the line of your stare over to Draco and laughs. Vivian just groans. “Please Y/N, I thought you were over this!”

“Sorry!” You huff, crossing your arms as your face heats up. “Not my fault he gets more attractive each summer.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up, I think Malfoy’s nose is too high in the air for him to see you,” Evan jokes. “Didn’t you hex him last year outside Charms? Whatever happened to that?”

“Yes,” you grumble. “Believe me, I’m well aware how annoying he is. I just wish he wasn’t so hot.”

Vivian feigns throwing up. “Please, quit while you’re ahead, Y/N.”

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As it turns out, Erklings end up in your Defense classroom as opposed to the sprawling lawns outside. Professor Moody has a taste for the hands-on that Professor Lupin did, but with a slightly more dangerous twist. Not that you mind, of course. When Professor Moody drops the cage onto the floor of the DADA classroom and asks for a volunteer, your hand is the first one up.

“As usual, Ms. Y/L/N is the only one of you who wants to participate!” His good eye focuses on you in almost a sympathetic way. “Let’s have someone else. Longbottom!”

Poor Neville. He was never ready, Professor Moody should know that by now. You wait patiently as he calls on several other students. Hermione is the most successful with the Erkling so far, using the Melofors jinx to encase it’s head in a pumpkin.

“Well done, Ms. Granger,” Moody says, using the Impirus curse to make the Erkling walk back into its cage. You shiver a bit— you’ve still not gotten used to seeing the former auor use unforgivable curses in classroom settings. “However, if this Erkling were larger, more powerful, it would still be able to sing loud enough to affect you even with its head covered.” His beady eyes scanned the group of you again, fixing on you at last. “Y/L/N, I assume you know the spell I’m looking for?”

You jump to your feet eagerly and head to the center of the classroom. Professor Moody opens the cage again, and out comes the Erkling, singing it’s eerie and hypnotizing song. The Erkling you’re working with is small and you’re old enough that the creature’s voice doesn’t affect you as much as it would a young child, but you feel your thoughts become a bit muffled anyway. You fight the feeling of passing out and put all your energy into casting.

“Pullus!” You whip your wand in an ark and the Erkling transfigures in a pouf of feathers. The cloudiness in your head fades, and you find yourself standing before an ordinary chicken instead of a child-eating elf. You smile as Professor Moody leads the class in hearty applause.

“Well done! You see, Erklings are very susceptible to the Pullus transfiguration. Even if an adult Erkling has a teenager such as yourselves under it’s spell, even a weaker version of the charm will be enough to allow you to gain the upper hand,” Moody explains.

You head back to your seat and ignore Hermione’s calculating stare. Instead you notice Draco watching you with interest. You glow anew, and take your seat next to Vivian. Everyone then takes turns transfiguring the Erkling with the Pullus charm. As Draco walks back to his seat after successfully transfiguring the creature, he catches your eye again. You turn to Evan behind you and tell him maybe Malfoy’s nose isn’t too high to notice you yet.

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In early December, cold rain is pelting the castle walls. The school is abuzz with talk of the Yule Ball, but you were more interested in the baby Kappas that Hagrid had mentioned you would be studying today. The rain was the perfect day for them to be observed swimming in puddles.

You’d almost made it to the alcove where your Creatures class met when you realized you’d left your outdoor rain cloak in your last class. “Bollocks,” you mumble. “Vivi, cover for me? I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“But you can’t go down the path to the forest alone, Y/N!” Vivian argued. “It’s pouring, you’ll hardly be able to see as it is!”

“I’ll be fine, nothing bad has happened to anyone all term anyway. I’ll be okay walking to one class unsupervised, ” you insist, and sprint back up the stairs two at a time to the Charms classroom.

When you return to the alcove, your class is already gone. You secure your bag and slip your rain cloak on, fastening it tight, then venture out into the torrential rain.

You hate to admit it, but maybe Vivian was a little right. It’s hard to see ahead through the wall of grey the rain creates. Water keeps getting in your eyes despite your hood. You pull your wand from inside your robes and prepare to cast the umbrella charm when something slams into your thigh, knocking you to the ground.

You scramble on the wet grass, trying to right yourself. The next blow lands on your upper back, and you cry out in pain. Your hood falls off and rain flows freely into your eyes, but you squint against it and let out a small growl of determination. Before the next hit can come, you roll to the side and raise your wand, only to feel instantly frozen in fear.

A very wet, and absolutely murderous Red Cap glares down at you, bone club raised and at the ready. You stare helplessly back at it, rain running straight into your wide eyes without you even noticing. You can only look at it’s dark and dirty hat, and think about how your blood is going to saturate it next.

“Titillando!”

The Red Cap collapses into a fit of laughter and falls to the ground, clutching its sides as it’s hit by the tickling hex. You hear another spell cast, and the Red Cap goes flying away from you in the opposite direction. As soon as it’s out of sight, you flop back onto the wet ground, still in shock. Someone comes running from the direction of the castle, and you didn’t think you could feel more surprised than when you see Draco Malfoy’s face hovering over your own.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” The hood of his own rain cloak has fallen back, presumably when he was running. His fine hair is getting soaked and sticking to his forehead, and his hand is on your upper arm, trying to get your attention. “Y/N? Are you listening? Can you stand?"

Instead of answering, you burst into sobs.

“Oh no,” Draco says. He puts his own wand back into his robes and grabs your shoulders to pull you into an upright position. “Y/N, come on, let’s get you back to the castle.”

“B-but the Kappas…” You sniff.

Through your tears and the rain, you barely make out his tiny smile. “The Kappas can wait. I think you’d better skip this class.” Draco finally is able to get you standing, and you lean against him as you continue to sob all the way back inside.

“It’s a good thing I was running late, too. You were the last person I’d expect would need help, though.” Draco says as he sits you on the first bench you come across. “Do you need the hospital wing?”

You shake your head, finally calming down. “No, it only got me twice. Just a bad bruise, I’m guessing.” You pull off your rain cloak and take in your soaked clothes. You take out your wand, intending to charm all the water off, but your hand is shaking too badly. Your hand drops into your lap helplessly, and you sigh.

“Let me,” Draco says gently. He waves his own wand and you feel the water pull off both of your robes, and it collects into a ball that hovers in front of the two of you. Draco flicks his wand and it flows under the crack of the door and back outside.

“Thank you,” you say, suddenly becoming aware of your embarrassing situation.

“Anytime,” Draco replies. “What happened? You’re never one to freeze up in the face of danger.”

You play with the edge of your uniform skirt nervously. “Red Caps are my one fear. They killed my only sister when she was just a baby, while my family was on a camping trip.” You rub your nose. “I was too young to know any magic, and by the time my parents came it was too late to save her.”

“I’m so sorry,” Draco says after a beat. “That must have been very traumatic."

You give a small shrug. “I don’t remember much about her. I always tell myself I can take down any Red Cap I come across, because I can, but the times it’s happened since that day I always get scared and can’t move. It’s just frustrating.”

Draco scoots a little closer to you on the bench as a few more tears roll down your cheeks. “For someone as talented as you in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’m sure you just need some practice.” He places a warm hand on your bare knee, causing your own palms to start sweating.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go wandering around our Red Cap-infested school grounds after what just happened,” you manage, despite your sudden breathlessness.

“As if I’d let you go alone,” Draco says with a hint of smugness.

Your jaw goes slack. “You’d go with me?”

“Sure,” Draco shrugs. “The two of us should be able to manage with no problem.”

“Um, you are aware even small Red Caps can kill you, right?” You scoff.

“So? I’ve already gotten rid of one with no problem.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Draco had turned your mood around. “Alright. We can go out and hunt the Red Caps if you really think it will help.”

Draco beams a perfect pearly smile. “Wonderful.”

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Two days later, you sprint down the staircase to meet Draco for… whatever you’re doing. This is not how you had imagined finally getting to spend time with Draco, but you’d take what you were handed. Besides, this was a two birds with one stone sort of deal: conquering your worst fear, and hanging out with your crush. Normal stuff.

Today the sun is shining during your shared free afternoon block, and you feel a blush heat your cheeks when Draco takes your hand and leads your outside. After you make sure no teachers have seen you slip out, the two of you head to an open spot of grass.

“I don’t see any,” you observe, scanning the hills. “I can’t see any of their holes, either.”

“Do you reckon they live in the maze?” Draco suggests. “Maybe they’re part of that particular challenge.”

“But then wouldn’t they be magically contained inside the shrub?” You counter. “If the entire grounds are infested so bad we can’t go to classes, they can’t be part of the Tournament. Unless it’s something we don’t know about.” You add.

As you both look out across the empty landscape, the small knot of nervousness that was in your stomach starts to subside. Perhaps there were fewer Red Caps than you had been led to believe, and your attack on the way to Magical Creatures class had just been an unfortunate accident.

Draco suddenly grabs your arm. “There! Look! One is coming now!”

From far down the hill, a tiny red dot emerges from a tuft of grass. It’s lumbering up the slope towards the two of you, and almost instantly the ball of nerves returns. You feel like you’re going to throw up. No, you’re not going to do that in front of Draco. He’s right there, he’ll help you if anything goes wrong.

“I’m ready,” you say, trying to muster up some confidence by readjusting your grip on your wand and taking a deep breath.

The Red Cap disappears behind the curve of the hill. When it comes back into your line of sight, it’s much closer. And there’s about eight more with it, all looking deadly with their bone clubs and dirty clothes.

“Um, Y/N? Maybe we should go…” Draco whispers, his grip on your arm suddenly tighter. “Nine is a lot for just the two of us.”

But while Draco was faltering, you only felt more determined. “Nope, I’m doing it.” You pull free from his grasp and take an offensive stance at the oncoming wave of Red Caps.

“Merlin,” Draco mutters, but he pulls out his own wand and stands beside you.

The first Red Cap starts running, and you hit it with a stun jinx. Draco follows by casting Expelliarmus, and the creature and its club go flying in opposite directions. Once the first Red Cap is down, the others start to charge. You and Draco take down a few more, but there’s still five left and they’re closing in fast.

“Run for it!” Draco drags you away, and together you sprint back towards the castle. You keep looking behind you, throwing jinxes at the remaining Red Caps running after the two of you. One throws it’s club, which narrowly misses Draco’s head.

You stumble up the steps towards the entrance back to the castle, but your toe catches on a wonky stone and sends you flying down the corridor, taking Draco with you. You both land in a heap. As you scramble across the floor to get further away from the grass, you spare a glance over your shoulder. The remaining Red Caps have stopped where the lawn ends, and just stare angrily back.

“Draco, look, they’ve stopped,” you pant.

Draco follows your line of sight, and you watch the Red Caps disperse before collapsing onto the floor on your backs.

“I did it.” You smile to yourself as you stare at the stone arch above you.

Draco turns his head to look at you and you do the same. He gives you that same breathtaking smile from two days ago. “You did! Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You can’t help but giggle, and Draco joins you. “Honestly, it really could have gone much worse!” You admit.

“Do you feel better?” Draco asks.

You think on it for a moment, lost in his pale blue eyes. “Yeah, I think I do.”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #my writing #draco malfoy #hp fanfic #requested

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jennycalendar · 5 years ago

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2019 fic roundup

december was INSANE and i spent most of january dealing with the aftermath of Terrible Parents, but i am finally doing this! in nearly-february! good grief!

tagged by @catty-words! always a delight, cori <3

Total 2019 Word Count: 541,906 Total 2019 Hits: 29,555 Other 2019 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 3,184; Comment threads: 787; Bookmarks: 509; Subscriptions: 223.

Total 2018 Word Count: 338,835 Total 2018 Hits: 22,374 Other 2018 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 2,192; Comment threads: 453; Bookmarks: 280; Subscriptions: 69.

links and titles to 2019 works (buckle up, folks.)

[btvs] imperfections (148,374 words) y’all know about the braveryverse already but i’ll bring up some good points: jenny and giles accidentally adopt the entire scooby gang. also faith gets some actual support and is actually eventually stable enough to date buffy. good times.

[btvs] deliberate obstruction (5,492 words) the one where jenny is petty as fuck and attempts to sabotage every single one of giles’s dates after their breakup. not her best look, but it was really fun to write jenny being Not Great. she deserves to have that option.

[btvs] arch-nemeses (2,171 words) who doesn’t love some of that good old-fashioned ripper au nonsense? particularly when it’s spike and ripper being confusing nemeses who sometimes drunkenly make out (jenny thinks this is very funny).

[btvs] sick day (3,097 words) written because someone should take care of giles, damnit! probably not jenny, tho. she’s not the best at it. lucky for her giles loves her so much.

[btvs] simpatico (10,096 words) sister fic to the grieving process! set circa btvs season six! jenny is connor’s awkward aunt! giles is a repressed disaster who’s still pining but refuses to admit it!

[btvs] honesty’s the best policy (3,830 words) that one where giles and buffy are hit with a Truth Spell that means they say exactly what they’re thinking. is that all that bad for buffy? not too much. is it a little iffy when you’re a repressed watcher man who still haven’t told your girlfriend how much you love her? uh.

[btvs comics] i router, you giles (1,111 words) GOD this was written BEFORE i knew that giles and jenny were dating in the reboot comics and isn’t that a concept? a snarky-cute first meeting! ok not really that cute bc they just yell at each other a lot! but definitely snarky!

[btvs] transitional (3,152 words) good golly this is cute and i honestly forgot that i wrote it. which makes sense, bc there is a lot of stuff on this list. set in between season one and season two, in an attempt to bridge the giles/jenny gap between “awkwardly friendly coworkers” and “oh my god i think i like you”

[btvs] across the pond (5,323 words) FUN FACT this got nominated for a headline award and i’m SO PROUD OF THAT?! epistolary fic! giles leaves for england in s6 but without his wife! his wife is very mad and writes him VERY MANY LETTERS TO YELL AT HIM! perfect for those people who sometimes think “god, i wish jenny had been in s6 to yell at giles.”

[btvs] very really married (66,987 words) giles and jenny got drunk-married in las vegas and are keeping the marriage going so they don’t look like terrible authority figures. giles does not want buffy to know about his fake wife. giles does not want his fake wife to know about his real slayer. giles has a lot of problems and it doesn’t help that he might be catching feelings. big mess.

[btvs] bad dreams (2,267 words) GILES/JENNY/ANYA IS BEST SHIP NEXT QUESTION

[btvs comics] an open mic enthusiast (2,250 words) yet another giles/jenny comic-reboot meet-cute written before i knew they were dating!!! this time: jenny gets to see giles playing guitar. repeatedly. because she keeps going back to watch him at the open mic.

[btvs comics] blindsided (2,024 words) my first (and definitely not last) giles/anya fic! a shorter version of a plot bunny i hope to chase down in 2020 (ahaha did i say that WHOOPS)

[btvs] uncharted (16,469 words) my jenny calendar day fic! also known as “jenny calendar has a guilt complex: a novella.” no prophecy dream outs jenny to the group -- but she tells them anyway. and blames herself. and breaks up with giles while she’s trying to Fix Things. absolute mess. (thank god there’s a happy ending, right?)

[btvs] on the mending of hearts (9,236 words) that giles/anya fic where giles shows up at anya’s failed wedding and sweeps her off her feet and they have sex in his hotel room! except uhhh there’s a lot more drama and crying and anya really just needs some cuddles, tbh.

[btvs] extracurricular activities (1,003 words) straight up this one BARELY counts as a 2019 fic. i wrote it back in 2016 and forgot about it and found it on my hard drive and wrote an ending to it. it’s tiny, but it’s cute! lots of early-relationship calendiles fluff, as is My Brand.

[btvs] cookie dough and boy talk (a remix) (3,976 words) dawn, but in the ripper au! she’s a precocious little bab and ripper babysits her and gets semi-adopted by joyce. it’s a thing.

[btvs] a history lesson (698 words) a brief ripper au interlude between jenny and dru. dru tries to point out that jenny and ripper are in love. jenny very unconvincingly denies it.

[btvs] faith, hope, and pancakes (3,236 words) ripper au, now with faith! and she gets to hang with college-age jenny! who is dating her idiot boyfriend ripper! the Most Fun of times.

[btvs] compromises (750 words) this....was supposed to be a three-sentence prompt but I Can’t Do That. giles and jenny discuss (read: jenny yells at giles about) giles attempting to attack angel on sight.

[btvs] valentine buzz (3,422 words) i wrote this in may lmao but i just REALLY WANTED to write fluffy braveryverse valentine’s day nonsense!!! lots of cuddles and kisses and softness abound in this fic.

[btvs] days in goodness spent (5,893 words) this fic's point was a little more abstract and a little less blunt than most of the rest of these, but i wanted to explore the concept of giles slowly going from idealizing jenny to genuinely loving her. i hope i did it justice.

[btvs] to have and to hold (7,861 words) giles and jenny get married in the braveryverse. that’s really all there is. also i posted this on my birthday (may 23rd) AND it is the 23rd fic on this list!!!! WILD!!!!!)

[btvs] saw her in the streetlight, making all the world bright (5,738 words) took me like a year and a half to write the first fic in the ripper au, lmao. in which jenny is a snarky eighteen-year-old, ripper is a snarky college dropout in a band, and neither of them are at ALL good at communicating. especially not ripper.

[btvs] perfect (1,465 words) ripper au: it’s revealed that jenny hasn’t had sex before. ripper handles this with his characteristic maturity and grace (just kidding lmao he FREAKS. but it’s bc he loves her.)

[btvs] respite (1,106 words) i wrote this after issue 5 of the reboot dropped bc i was very emotional about canon power couple giles and jenny. in retrospect, i gave giles’s emotional maturity WAY too much credit--esp. given what’s going on now--but it was still fun as heck to write.

[btvs] shouldn’t we be getting together (3,193 words) this fic’s existence is a combo of me reading a summer camp ya novel and liking the Aesthetic but not the Culture & me talking endlessly w/ @jackalopingintothevoid about ripper and jenny’s teenage dynamic. so many of these fics have her galaxy brain takes woven in and i KNOW she knows that. lov u, jack.

[btvs] fragmented (6,158 words) written because of that one time my brain was like “but what if jenny WAS haunting the school?” happy ending because it’s me and g/j deserve some kisses.

[btvs/hp crossover] buffy summers, muggle-born (22,070 words) i CAME BACK TO THIS in 2019 and wrote a few chapters and DROPPED IT LIKE A HOT POTATO. hopefully 2020 will bring me the courage to pick it up again!!!!!! who DOESN’T want a carelessly-mashed-together crossover where the scoobies and the golden trio are all going to hogwarts together for some reason????

[btvs] in bloom (8,452 words) this was SUPPOSED to be the end of the jenny-anya-tara trilogy. it was not. (more on that later.) this was also supposed to be a fic where giles and jenny get together. jenny and anya got together. writing things is wild sometimes.

[btvs] i still want to be your girl (35,165 words) straight up i am so proud of this fic! s7 au: jenny was chased out of town by angelus. giles does not know this. jenny has been working with angel in la, but left with faith to try and help defeat the first. giles is not the guy she remembers. (but jenny’s not exactly the lady giles remembers, either. so maybe things might work out.)

[btvs/leverage crossover] what’s in a name (4,421 words) sophie’s & jenny’s relationship to their names & identities always so totally fascinated me! this fic was my way of exploring that. (also i got to give giles and jenny a toddler. that was fun too.)

[btvs comics] live a little (6,700 words) i had so much fun coming up with a backstory for giles and jenny in the comics that i am kinda tempted to eventually try and do it again. this one was fun to write, tho.

[btvs] kind of like hydrogen peroxide (7,501 words) THIS was FUN. ripper au, but it explores both jenny’s longing for High School Normalcy AND ripper’s fucked-up relationship to magic. also senior prom is a thing.

[btvs] mending fences (6,093 words) sequel to the aforementioned epistolary fic! lots of first-person self-loathing from giles, but also a LOT of love for jenny and his kids. also the man really truly needs to stop repressing.

[btvs] her father’s daughter (1,982 words) 2020 will bring us another chapter of this fic i swear to GOD. literally there’s only one chapter up so i cannot even TALK about my plans for it but uhhh if you want giles and jenny and their three daughters pls feel free to go to that prologue and check it out.

[btvs] a thousand different ways we fell apart (4,888 words) the au fic to encompass all au fics! inspired by the comic reboot and me being like. christ. do they go through this ridiculous shit in EVERY universe? ....and then i wrote a fic where jenny was a space traveler looking through multiple universe to try and fix her marriage with giles. extra fun.

[btvs] no such roses (4,814 words) this one turned out a TINY bit rushed, but the concept of jenny bringing giles back from the dead is always something that i love exploring. i might come back and rewrite this, someday.

[btvs comics] no perfect choice (4,801 words) OOF. wrote this one after issue 8 dropped. a lot softer and more tender than what actually happened, tbh. maybe i will reread it again to make myself feel better about comic calendiles and their brutal split.

[btvs] family (3,545 words) wrote this one p early in the year and came up with an ending to it much later! ripper au: the story of how xander came to live with giles and leave his parents. angst-with-a-happy-ending abounds.

[btvs] a california january (2,206 words) jenny and giles attend a funeral together. that’s pretty much it. this is defs one of the best things i wrote this year, tho.

[btvs] how i survived my summer vacation (volume two) (25,027 words) swear to god this is gonna be the next thing i update. the braveryverse NEEDS to continue. it’s got married calendiles, for god’s sake.

[btvs] clear and impartial judgment (3,977 words) that fic i wrote when i got mad at a lack of resolution wrt helpless. like!!! giles drugged buffy!!! do we not get to talk about the psychological ramifications that would have on her???? (well. canon doesn’t. but i do.)

[btvs] sunshine ladies (10,188 words) THIS FIC WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN and i say that with incandescent love in my heart. i intended for the ‘verse to be giles/jenny, and then i intended it to be jenny/anya, and then i was like....jenny has two goddamn hands, and there’s foreshadowing here for endgame giles/jenny, and i wanna write some giles/anya. let’s fuckin go. (DEFINITELY writing another installment in 2020 about this iconic ot3 of mine.)

[btvs] spirit-touched (4,769 words) the first smut i write and it’s calendiles ghost sex. i really think this is on brand for me, esp. considering that swath of asks in 2016ish where everyone wanted to know if ghosts could jack off. incredible.

[btvs] dear friend (28,865 words) this fic had such a rushed ending :( it’s a cute premise (you’ve got mail giles/jenny au!!!!!), but i lost interest halfway through, and as a writer i can rlly see that when i read it. another thing i might like to go back and rewrite at some point, tbh!

[btvs] familiar (2,034 words) AUGH i am SO proud of this fic. SO SO PROUD. it’s a concept i really can’t explain and the little twist at the end is something i really really like, so...just read it.

[miss fisher’s murder mysteries] unbearable (5,670 words) i need to write more mfmm in 2020 but the amount of good fic out there is deeply intimidating/delightful. this one was my little “what if it was phryne who thought jack was dead” and tbqh i had a lot of fun with it? bc pining phryne (who makes brief but extremely poignant appearances throughout the series) is an awkwardly, heart-meltingly sincere lady.

[ace attorney] man’s duty to society (544 words) wrote this as my first foray into aa fic while getting emo about miles edgeworth. would absolutely still die for that man.

[ace attorney] fancy running into you (5,887 words) lots of schmoopy narumitsu fluff! gregory edgeworth is alive! miles is trauma-free! phoenix is an artist! just!!! goodness!!!!!!!

[ace attorney] big sister (2,741 words) set in the same gregory-edgeworth-is-alive ‘verse: babey franziska comes to live with miles and his dad. she is a little impossible but miles kinda does love her.

[ace attorney] prince charming edgeworth and his incredible tux (8,042 words) this fic came from me being like “i want to write phoenix swooning over miles in a tuxedo and being like HE LOOKS LIKE A DISNEY PRINCE” and spiraled into something much longer!

[ace attorney] fate, choice, and everything in between (4,384 words) SOULMATE AU. nothing i love more than deconstructing soulmate aus. but like. in a romantic way. also phoenix and miles ARE soulmates and that is JUST facts.

Favorite Fic: I WROTE SO MUCH STUFF THO LIKE !?!??! how can one expect me to distill it to just one fic? i’ll make it my top threeL

a california january (I AM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC. it is soft and angsty and silly and devastating and tender. all the calendiles feels.)

i still want to be your girl (same mood!!! i’ve wanted to write this fic for literal years, and it’s one of those rare occasions where the picture in my head actually turned out BETTER when written out!)

sunshine ladies (this is like my giles/jenny/anya ship manifesto and it still makes me happy to think about them all co-running the magic box together and smooching a lot.)

Hardest Fic: OOF uh i went through a rocky period of writing when transitioning into college? no such roses and dear friend were hit the hardest by my insecurity & my desire to Finish Things rather than actually spend time on the craft. but i’m much more settled in now and my writing is DEFINITELY in an upward swing (as my newest fic -- as day follows night -- attests to quite nicely, imo)

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2020? always always yes! (i’m bad at following through with them, but am ALWAYS accepting them.)

What was the best thing about 2019? there were almost too many good things to COUNT, but i think all of them were made possible by me working extremely hard to get myself the FUCK out of my abusive parents’ house and into my first choice college!! i’m thriving, y’all.

What was the worst thing about 2019? realizing that both of my parents are fundamentally terrible people. that part kinda sucked.

Any last thoughts for 2019? i finally understand what it’s like to fall asleep feeling safe, and to notice the way the leaves change color, and to get excited about self-indulgent things like food and cuddly stuffed animals and my own fic and art. 2019 brought a lot of happiness into my life, and oh yeah also i’m in love! lots of cool stuff going on.

Goals for 2020

finish the latest braveryverse installment!

MORE ART JUST IN GENERAL. i love drawing, but there’s not a lot of free time for artsy celia when they prioritize writing so often!

write one of the many incredible longfic ideas that’s floating around in my head. it’s honestly probably only like two or three big ones, but at least DECIDE which one i’m gonna focus my energy on.

more giles/anya this year!

more giles/jenny/anya this year!

diversify! still gonna be writing about jenny forever, but like. it might be fun to write about a few new things here and there.

maybe some more ace attorney fic? maybe even some mfmm fic again? phryne and jack are never far from my heart.

not tagging anyone bc this is....january. but if you wanna do it, feel free!

#fic #fic roundup #ngl i'm like really proud of this list #stayed up.....two hours....to complete it

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girlinthepictureframe · 5 years ago

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The Briefest Kiss Part 7A

2016

Miles sat on a bench outside some fancy restaurant with a tongue-twisting french name that Alex had picked for the occasion. It was his birthday. They were in the last stages of preparing for their Shadow Puppets tour and every day was filled with rehearsals, interviews, photo shoots or some other thing that stretched both his and Alex's nerves to the snapping point.

He was deeply appreciative of Alex's effort to make this night memorable. His friend had a heart of gold and if ever there was the occasion for an effort, one could always count on Alex to step up and make it. But, even though Miles would never admit it to Alex, he would have preferred to spend the evening at home, on the couch, with Alex. Relaxing. It was a strange wish for him. Usually, it was him who loved large gatherings and parties of all kinds. Tonight, though, he would have liked a respite.

Taking another long pull from his cigarette, Miles gazed upwards and swallowed a yawn.

“Exhausted, huh?”

A smile appeared on his face. “That obvious?” He met Alex's eyes. “I love the party. Thank you so much, babe. A wonderful gift.”

“Gift? This party isn't your gift, my friend. Just a little demonstration of my appreciation of you.” Alex sat down next to him and rested his forehead against Miles' temple.“I haven't been very easy to be around, lately. I know I can be a nuisance before tour. And,” he admitted cheekily, “I'll be even worse on tour. So better think of his night as my attempt to preemptively make up for a lot of shit that I'll do or say down the road.”

Miles chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Alex's shoulders. Having him this close was dangerous. It made him long for him in a way he knew was entirely inappropriate. They were friends. He ought to remember that. He ought to ignore the warmth that Alex spread in him. He ought to fight the urge to always touch him. But it was getting harder and harder with each day. If only Alex would object to any of it! The fact that he didn't made Miles feel that much worse. His friend trusted him completely, sought him out for comfort, and here he was, shamelessly using that trust, that literal physical connection, to satisfy his festering curiosity and his unsavory needs. “Don't worry. You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, stricken by his own guilt.

Miles felt the heat from the point where Alex's head touched; he felt it slowly sprawling through his body. It was almost overwhelming. So far into the night, long past the point of being sober, his better judgment was step by step shutting down operations and all that remained was his own free will. And boy, that free will had a wild mind of his own. Miles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting for control. Maybe a change of topic would help? “If this isn't my gift, then what is it? Is it the gift basket with the purple loofah I saw in the backroom?” It was a hard task to not whisper. They were so close. It was so very tempting to hush the words into Alex's ear, maybe brush his lips against his skin. Just a little taste. Just for a half a second.

No, shouted the little bit of self-control he had left in him. Get a grip, man!

“Would you like a loofah?” Alex laughed softly. A torturous act. His small puffs of air felt like canon fire against his fast-crumbling walls of defense. “It's your birthday,” whispered his friend, making the walls tumble faster, “I'll get you anything you want.”

Oh God. A shiver went down Miles' spine.

Alex leaned back just the tiniest bit. “Are you cold? Shall we go inside?”

The loss of contact made Miles regain the smallest fraction of control. “No. Not yet. I like the quiet night.”

Alex sat back, shrugged out of his blazer and placed it over Miles' back. “I wouldn't want you to catch a cold on your birthday. What kind of friend would that make me, huh?” A chuckle slipped past his lips. His forehead returned to its spot against Miles' temple.

There was still that obstinate bit of lust that seemed to materialize every time Alex stepped into the scenes of Miles' life, but Alex's kind gesture completely distracted him from noticing. Instead, all his focus lay on his friend's arms, on his goosebumps, his tiny little hairs as they stood upwards. Alex was freezing, deliberately. Miles quickly took the jacket from his back, wrapped an arm around Alex to pull him closer, then placed the jacket around both their shoulders. “This is bloody ridiculous!” His arm remained around the back, his hand rubbing up and down to spread warmth. “Don't do that, Al! Don't put my needs above yours. You're shivering now!”

“Trust me, I'm not freezing,” reassured Alex.

But Miles wasn't convinced. Not when he saw evidence to the contrary. “I can see that you are. And why are you wearing a short sleeved shirt tonight? It's too bloody cold for that!”

Alex laughed. “Are you seriously telling me to dress according to the weather? Let's recall last year's summer party at Matt's! It was scorching hot outside and who showed up wearing a black leather jacket?” He gave him a pointed look.

Miles grinned. “It was a new jacket. I didn't have the patience to wait for fall to come around.” His eyes still lingered on Alex's arms when he spotted the tattoo. It didn't look new. But, then again, it had been a while since he'd seen his friend in short sleeves. “Oh Alexander, what have you done?”

“Alexander?” Alex blinked confused. “Have you ever called me that? And what are you talking about, Mister Miles Peter Kane?”

Miles motioned towards the tattoo. “She put her trademark on you?”

Alex looked down at his arm. He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Happened a while ago.” Then he placed his hand on top of it, self-consciously. “Told you, it can always be removed later. For now it'll make her happy.”

“What about what makes you happy,” wondered Miles, worried about his friend. He was in the habit of trying to make those around him happy, but he often forgot about himself. “Are you happy with her?”

“As happy as I can be,” said Alex.

 It wasn't the answer he had hoped for. He heard the self-loathing that his friend was prone to at times, heard the doubt and the way he was settling instead of aiming for more. “I hope one day you'll find somebody who completely, utterly knocks your socks off. I'd like to see you smile at some woman the way you smile at me sometimes.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Alex, a bit of confusion in his voice.

Miles pecked his friend's forehead, then got up and held out his hand for him. Alex took it. “Wholly. When you smile at me, you don't hide yourself. I can see right into your soul. When you smile at them, you always have your guard up. Even now, even with Taylor.”

“That's because I trust you. You won't ever hurt me. I don't need to be guarded around you. Besides, do you let Hannah see the full you?”

Miles hesitated, then shook his head. They were still holding hands, fingers entwined. “Maybe I should follow my own advice,” he said, half-joking. His gaze landed on their hands. He didn't let go, just squeezed a bit tighter. “Come on, I'm ready for my cake now!”

He turned around, pulled Alex with him and delighted when he felt his friend wrap his arms around him from behind. Tonight was his birthday. Tonight, he decided, he wouldn't care for the appropriate amount of proximity or personal space or anything that could put a damper on his mood. Tonight, he'd party. As they made their way back towards the large table, he saw that people had gathered around it and were awaiting him.

Alex let go of him, took a seat on Miles' chair and patted his lap, flashing a giant smile. “Sit here! You're gonna love this cake. I ordered it myself and told them how to decorate it!”

Miles grinned at Alex, who sounded so proud of himself for having managed that. As he sat down on Alex's lap, Miles relaxed and got comfortable. For tonight, he wouldn't worry about blurry lines and or the risks of letting go. It was his party and he'd enjoy every last moment of it.

Present Day

“What do you mean, you shaved his hair off? I haven't seen him all day. I think he's avoiding me or something.” Miles took a sip from his water bottle. He'd just finished his sound-check for the night and sat on the edge of the stage, next to Matt. “All of it? Is he bald now?”

Matt shook his head. “A bit of it is left. He didn't go full Britney. I'm worried about him, Miles. For you and me a shave is just a haircut. But you know him. Stuff always means something with him. Especially now, with her around.”

 “Who?” asked Miles, trying to catch up with everything Matt was telling him. Then his words sank in. A queasy feeling overcame him. Her. “What her?”

“Man, don't you guys talk anymore? Her? The one who won't leave his side? Louise?” Matt shook his head. “Weird one, that. I can't warm up to her. She's all artsy and French.”

Miles couldn't believe it. “He's got a new one already?” Suddenly he felt awful. He'd spent so much time being busy with his own life that, lately, he'd neglected to look out for Alex. It wasn't that he didn't want to look out for him. But he felt responsible for his break-up. The long-lingering aftershocks of their fateful kiss had yet to die down, apparently. If he hadn't kissed Alex, his friend would still be with Taylor. And while, initially, he'd been wary of her, she had been a good and steadying influence on his best friend. She'd anchored him. She'd allowed him room to breathe while offering a place to return to. “Doesn't she know he just split up with someone?”

“She knows. She's a groupie. She knows a lot about him. About all of us. Like I said, weird one.” Matt nudge Miles' shoulder. “There she is,” he said, motioning for the slim woman entering the side of the stage. Trailing not far behind was Alex.

The sight almost broke Miles' heart. Alex looked miserable. And Miles blamed most of that on that ridiculous haircut! Jumping up and hurrying over, he wrapped his friend up in a tight hug and squeezed him until he felt Alex pushing back. “How are you, babe?” Letting go just enough to be able to closely inspect him, Miles brushed a hand along the side of his head tenderly.

Alex flinched.

And now Miles' heart broke for real. He stared at Alex in shock. A decade of friendship, fights, tears, sorrow, joy, happiness, excitement, even a few wayward moments of unwelcome arousal, but never once had Alex flinched at Miles' touch. Words deserted him. And he saw in Alex's eyes that his friend understood precisely what was going on.

“Louise,” said Louise, introducing herself. She stepped between Miles and Alex, forcing them further apart. “So nice to finally meet you. Alexander has told me so much about you,” she let him know, holding out her hand for him to shake. “You mean a lot to him, obviously.”

He was too perplexed by Alex's behavior to properly acknowledge her. He barely managed to shake her hand. “Miles,” said Miles. “Well, Alex hasn't mentioned you once, so...”

“Miles,” admonished Alex and Miles realized it was the first word he'd spoken to him.

His confused state, his wounded heart and Alex's offsetting behavior put Miles in a sour mood. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to grab Alex, push him into an empty room and demand some bloody answers. But he couldn't do it. He was pressed for time, they were surrounded by people who were all paying rapt attention to their tense stand-off and, worst of it all, he could tell from the look in Alex's eyes that his friend wanted to be anywhere but in an empty room with him.

So he settled for a deep, loud sigh, hoping the sound would express all of his emotions at once and with more effect than any words could. Then he turned around, grabbed his water bottle and hopped off the stage. “Find me when you're ready.” He didn't bother addressing Alex. It was clear for whom that message was intended. Then he headed for the exit.

“Fucking shit, Miles,” Alex shot as he stormed into Miles' dressing room after the gig. The Monkeys had finished half an hour ago, the rest of Miles' band had long left the building and, thank God, thought Miles, as he watched his friend slam the door shut, Louise was not with him!

That was the good news. The bad news was that his mood had yet to rise to calmer levels. If anything, the fact that Alex appeared to be mad at him, made it sink even lower. “Fucking what, Al?” He didn't get up from the couch, just leaned back, surly, daring him to take offense.

Alex took a few steadying breaths, stayed silent, and leaned back against the door.

Miles eyed him expectingly. “Well? Would you like to explain any of it?”

“Explain what?”

“Your fucking haircut, for a start! Or the fact that you have a groupie as a girlfriend! And when you're done with that and have warmed up, let's get to the good stuff 'cause I'd really fucking like to know why you flinched when I touched you! That one hurt, Alex.”

Alex closed his eyes, letting his head roll back. “You know, there are times when I really don't like the way my name sounds when you say it.” He opened his eyes again, met Miles'. “Two people in the world can ruin my day just by saying my name a certain way. My mum, obviously. And you. When I hear you say it like that, that's when I know I screwed up real good and a simple apology won't fix it.” He walked over to the couch and sat down. Not next to Miles. On the far end of it.

It was another dagger through Miles' heart. “I would settle for an explanation.”

“My hair,” began Alex, playing around with some spare guitar strings on the coffee table in front of him, “it annoyed me. So I got rid of it. It'll grow back.” A pause. “I won't discuss Louise with you. We never judged each other for our girlfriends. Let's not start now. Accept her or not, I don't care. But she'll be around for a while.”

“You flinched, Alex!” Really, it was the only thing he really wanted an explanation for. He didn't give a fig about the hair, and even less about the girl.

And it was the one thing Alex didn't explain. “I didn't mean to. And that's the truth, if ever there was one.”

For a while they sat in silence. “Last time we spoke, we spoke for none more than five minutes,” pointed Miles out. His words were interlaced with equal parts bewilderment and sadness. “Before that, we spoke not much longer. When we meet, there are always people around us. We don't hang out alone anymore.” His eyes searched Alex's. He waited for his friend to meet his gaze. He didn't blame Alex for any of it. It was just as much his own fault. After the kiss they had allowed things to get awkward. But in retrospect, there were moments long before their lips met, when he should have stopped and paid more attention. “Is this what the end of a relationship feels like? Have I steered us on this course? Or were we headed here long before Paris?”

Alex spoke in a quiet, solemn manner. “You mean, are all relationships destined for an ending?”

“Think about it, Al. Did we really believe we were bulletproof?”

“Are you genuinely asking for my opinion, or are you breaking up with me? It seems to me you've made up your mind already and consider us no longer redeemable,” he said accusingly. “Why now?”

“Because you fucking flinched!” Bursted Miles.

“I cannot explain it to you, Miles! Why are you bloody stuck on that part? So we've reached a rough spot in our friendship. Don't all friendships experience that at some point?”

“A rough spot in our friendship was you accusing me of having feelings for Alexa! This isn't a rough spot, Alex! I'm stuck on the flinching because the look in your eyes told me my touch disgusted you and you won't tell me why. I don't think I'll ever forget that expression.” The lack of empathy or regret on Alex's face made it unbearable for Miles to look at him any longer. “I don't know how to be your friend at the moment,” he admitted, deeply troubled, “because I'm not sure you want me to be your friend at the moment.”

Alex stood up abruptly, turned away from Miles. “One minute of interaction today and that's enough for you to make that kind of statement? You're a bloody coward for saying that!” He stormed out of the room the same way he'd stormed into it – by slamming the door shut.

Miles got up, walked over to the minibar in the room and grabbed a few small bottles of Vodka. One he drowned in one gulp. The next one he looked at, in a mixture of vile disgust and fierce anger – pretty much how he felt about himself at the moment – and he threw the bottle against the wall in a moment of furious ire, watching as the broken glass and the liquor met in a mess on the floor. The remaining bottles he took with him to the couch. “Fucked up ending for a fucked up day,” he said into the empty space.

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blessed-but-distressed · 6 years ago

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#FindEmmaSwanAFriend

Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

also on ff.net and ao3

Tagging: @katie-dub , @wholockgal , @kat2609 , @whovianlunatic, @optomisticgirl, @ladyciaramiggles, @the-lady-of-misthaven, @emmaswanchoosesyou, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @biancaros3, @cigarettes-and-scotch-whisky, @ms-babs-gordon @ab-normality, @andiirivera, @fangirl-till-it-hurts, @onceuponaprincessworld , @natascha-remi-ronin and whoever else asks me.

A/N: Yep. It’s been forever. And to add insult to injury, this is only Part 1 of 2. But umm... yay content?

***

SOS. My boss is wearing a powdered wig, and a guy in US flag speedos and nothing else just spilled punch down my dress. ES

What's this? A damsel in distress? Sounds like a perfect opportunity for a certain bearded gentleman to swoop in. One with cocktail knowledge and combat experience. Where is dear Rambo tonight? KJ

Don't call him that. And he's in Belfast, doing research. You know, like academics are supposed to do? ES

Ah, yes. Research. I've heard of it. KJ

That's it? No daring rescue plan? We have a code T here. ES

Code T? KJ

T for Transparent. As in, my dress. From being soaked through with punch by that asshole. Am I painting a clear enough picture? ES

I assure you, the image is extremely vivid. You might've led with that. Where is this damnable affair taking place, again? KJ

***

Emma

It wasn't that Emma was ashamed of where she came from. Not exactly. Recent election results aside, she had to acknowledge she hadn't ended up teaching American History by accident. Even when her country frustrated her, you had to admit, it was never boring. It was just...

She'd never been a foreigner before. Not really. A week in Cabo. That time Mary Margaret had forced her to third-wheel on a couple's ski trip to the Laurentians. Because that wasn't awkward at all.

But if she'd thought her American-ness would be a novelty in Scotland, she'd been seriously deluding herself.

Between the onset of summer vacation, the Instagram-worthy architecture and the enduring appeal of Jamie Fraser, there had never been more Americans in Edinburgh than there were at that moment. The Outlander Effect, they were calling it.

And Emma couldn't exactly miss them. They were everywhere, and not just herding en masse down the Royal Mile. On the bus. Crowding into the Jinglin' Geordie on Open Mic Night. Talking group assignments in the Starbucks line. Hell, a lot of her own students came equipped with homegrown accents, her class allowing their studies to mesh seamlessly with the syllabus back home.

Most encounters were pretty jarring. Like listening to your own voice played back on a recording.

Do I really sound like that?

She hoped not.

Did it really take me that long to figure out it isn't pronounced Edin-burg?

No comment.

Do I really have trouble translating common anglicisms?

Only sometimes.

Usually when they came out of the mouth of someone like Will Scarlet, and she couldn't tell if he was using some highly localized Derbyshire dialect, or if he was just fucking with her.

Sure, Killian tried a little too hard to sound like some kind of dashing 17th-century buccaneer most of the time, but at least it was still recognizable as a form of English. With Will though, she could never really be sure.

Still, after nearly a year, she liked to think she had a handle on things. She could order a 'Laphroaig' without completely mangling it, and knew enough to keep an umbrella on her person at all times. And if and when her cravings for American snack foods struck, they were being plenty satisfied by her local Sainsbury's, who kept one shelf fully stocked with all of the Twinkies, Peanut Butter Cups, and Lucky Charms a girl could ever wish for.

So when her Head of Department was looking for volunteers for their annual Fourth of July barbecue, Emma had to admit she did try to get out of it.

It was her own fault, really. It was summer. She should've been sunning it up in the Algarve with the rest of her colleagues, day drinking, and returning her skin tone to a less deathly pallor. Instead, she was the sucker who'd been roped into teaching Summer School classes to a revolving door of international students, who were keen to let some of the school's reputation rub off on them, without the three or four year commitment. Every three weeks a new lot arrived, and Emma's life descended into Groundhog Day as she repeated her lectures anew, reliving the same debates and excuses on a constant loop.

So she only had herself to blame when the department head went looking for warm bodies, that hers was the only one still lingering in the corridors.

"Great!" her boss said, clapping her hands together. "Don't forget to wear something festive!"

Festive.

There was no way this wasn't going to be a disaster.

***

The damsel in distress line might've rankled her, but she had to hand it to the guy, he came through.

Fifteen minutes after she'd barricaded herself in the bathroom after The Fruit Punch Incident she was summoned curbside, arms still determinedly crossed over her chest, to where a black cab sat idling, an incorrigible Englishman leaning against it holding up a leather holdall.

"Does Elsa know you went through her closet?" she asked, eyeing the bag.

"Who do you think paid for the cab?" he grinned.

Emma really needed to send that woman a fruit basket or something. Did people still do that? Send fruit baskets? Elsa would know. She probably went to one of those fancy Swiss finishing schools, where you learned shit like that.

The bag even smelled expensive as Killian handed it over, his eyes dropping for the first time to properly take in her ruined outfit, and lingering.

"Don't even say it," she warned, as he fought to suppress a grin.

She was never wearing a white sundress again. Ever.

"If anyone could pull it off..." he began, but a warning finger cut him off.

The picture of innocence, he raised his hands and stepped away. Which was precisely the moment Emma realized they were not, in fact, alone.

"In a spot of bother, milady?" came the cheerful greeting from the figure still wedged into the backseat of the cab, waving at her.

Robin. Attractive single Dad Robin, with the Oxbridge accent, criminal mastermind father, and good sense to keep his eyes averted.

"What the hell?" Emma hissed under her breath, whacking Killian in the shoulder. "Are we charging admission for my humiliations now?"

"Easy, lass," he said, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him. "I was out with Robin when you texted. I was hardly going to leave him on his own, now was I? Not very good form."

She glanced back to where Robin sat, whistling to himself, then back to Killian. "Oh, so now you're the honorable one?"

"What's this?" he scoffed. "An attack on my character? And after I've orchestrated such a dashing rescue? A fair maiden in distress and I'm on the spot."

The indignation would've been a little easier to swallow if his grin hadn't been quite so… wolfish.

"Yeah, right," Emma said with a roll of her eyes. "Like this isn't making it into your column."

He didn't deny it. He didn't need to. Just offered her a clumsy wink, and motioned to the building before them.

"One good turn deserves another, don't you think?" he suggested, and Emma's stomach dropped. "How does one merit an invitation to an exclusive gathering of expatriates, exactly? Do they check passports at the door? Make you recite the Pledge of Allegiance?"

He held his prosthetic over his heart, and affixed a solemn expression.

"Wrong hand, asshole," she said, grabbing his wrist and tugging his hand back down by his side.

"Probably for the best," Killian shrugged. "I confess I don't actually know the words. Does the School of Rock version count?"

"You seriously want to go up there? You know they're celebrating their independence from the English, right?"

"I'm a journalist, Swan. An arbiter of truth. Would you really deny me the materials I need to make an honest living?"

"You're a hack," Emma grumbled, clutching the bag of clothes to her chest.

"Aye, that I am," Killian agreed, dropping his voice at least an octave. "But a rather dashing one, don't you think?"

So this is how Killian Jones got what he wanted. The ol' razzle dazzle.

It wasn't entirely ineffective. With a huff of annoyance, Emma walked over to lean by the window of the cab. "What do you say, Robin? Want to see my countrymen cut loose and fight about politics?"

He tilted his head, considering her offer. "Do you really put marshmallows in your sweet potatoes?"

"Different holiday. But yeah, we do."

"Alright then," he said, gathering up his belongings where they were strewn across the back seat. "I'll be there presently."

Rapping her knuckles against the side of the cab, she turned back to Killian, who was looking unbearably pleased with himself. Even more than usual.

"Lead the way, lass" he declared, with an exaggerated bow.

"It's a little too late to play at being the gentleman, don't you think?" Emma pointed out.

"Oh?" he asked, his gaze unnervingly direct. "And why is that, Swan?"

If he was trying for intimidation, then he really didn't know Emma well enough. Instead, she simply turned to lead the way back up the stairs to the front stoop, bag swinging by her side. "I'm just saying…" she replied in a sing-song voice. "A gentleman wouldn't have looked."

***

When Emma pictured a Fourth of July barbecue, she pictured hot dogs, hyperactive neighborhood kids with water pistols, and sunshine. The Edinburgh version was something very different.

For one thing, it was not a family affair. For another, she doubted you could even really call it a barbecue, when there was no grill in sight. And unfortunately, for Emma, the party was still in full swing when she returned after her costume change, all of her dreams for a quick getaway evaporating along with the last of the punch.

If anything, the numbers had swelled with a sea of Uncle Sams and Lady Liberties spilling out into the garden, wine glasses in hand. If Emma hadn't already realized the gross pay disparity between educators and administrators, the garden would've really sealed it.

You couldn't swing a Heriot Row townhouse on Emma's salary. Hell, you couldn't even swing a Heriot Row parking space on Emma's salary. Yet somehow, the university muckety-muck who'd been bullied into hosting this little soiree didn't seem to have that problem.

At least the booze was free.

Emma looked longingly over at the refreshments table, but gave it a wide berth. The last thing she needed to do was ruin her borrowed sweater. It was a little on the tight side, but she did appreciate its fuzzy warmth. Even as she wondered if Killian had purposefully picked out the preppiest sweater he could find, or if she was just cursed.

"Hey," came a call from her left. It was a guy in a Captain America outfit, with none of Chris Evan's dimensions. "Ivanka, right?"

Emma looked down at herself, wondering if that was the name of the designer. "I'm sorry?"

"You're dressed as Ivanka Trump, right? Nice."

He was gone before she could deny it, and she glanced back to the gilded mirror in the hallway in alarm. With her hair recently straightened, she had to admit to a passing resemblance. If you squinted.

Oh god.

She had to find the boys and get them out of here, before she was pilloried as a Republican infiltrator.

She scanned the crowd, but the only person in a leather jacket she saw was channeling Maverick from Top Gun. Frustrated, she headed out into the garden, where she spotted Robin, cornered amongst the shrubberies by a very determined looking woman in a Wonder Woman costume.

Was Wonder Woman even American, technically?

Whatever the debates on her true origin, Emma had to admit the woman pulled off the look, even if the cleavage spilling out from the neckline of the outfit was a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. She was fully fixated on Robin, her fingers trailing up and down his arm, laughing at one of his anecdotes.

As she walked by she shot him a questioning look, in case he needed an assist, but he just gave a wink, and started in on a new story.

Hot Single Dad Robin still had it. And something told her he wouldn't be up for any plan that involved cutting out with her early.

Heaving a sigh, she liberated a Coors Light from an icebox and took another turn around the garden.

"Ivanka?" Another woman asked, her look practically accusatory.

"Elle Woods," Emma blurted out. The sweater was baby blue, not pink, but it was the best she could come up with on the fly.

Hurrying away from that interaction, she rounded a pillar and finally came upon her quarry, sitting alone on a bench beside a gurgling water feature.

"And here I thought you'd be the life of the party," Emma said, snagging the space beside him. She gestured towards where Robin was getting half his face mauled off by Wonder Woman. "Was every other member of the Justice League taken?"

She was rewarded with the ghost of a smile, but his gaze was still fixed ahead, not really seeing, as he rolled an unopened bottle of Budweiser between his fingers.

"You okay?" Emma asked, taking the bottle from his hand and removing the cap with a well-placed tap against the side of the bench.

"Where'd you learn that little trick?" he asked, ignoring her question as he accepted the open bottle.

"A bus shelter in Framingham, Massachusetts." It was more detail than he was expecting, and she nearly laughed at the sudden brightness in his eyes. "It was my first beer. You kind of remember stuff like that."

"You has your first beer in a bus shelter in Framingham Massachusetts?" He repeated it back, like there was something especially weird about that.

"Yeah. I was 14, and in between foster homes. Stole a six pack from the Stop and Shop after the clerk told me off for browsing the magazines. And then some old army vet at the bus shelter showed me how to take the cap off against the side of a trash can."

He furrowed his brows. "You're trying to get me to open up by revealing things about yourself. Which you never do."

"Maybe," Emma offered, taking a swig of her beer. "Is it working?"

He took a long sip on his own bottle, made a face, and then settled it back into his lap. "You mentioned a brush with the law, as a teenager. I'm assuming that wasn't for underage drinking at bus stops?"

Emma grimaced. "Not so much. Possession of stolen goods, with intent to sell. I got lucky. The watch I had on me was worth just shy of $500. They knocked it down to a misdemeanor and I got probation."

"You stole a watch?"

"No, my skeezy boyfriend stole a case of watches. I just happened to be wearing one when he called the cops to frame me while he took off to Canada with the rest."

"When he what?! Please tell me this wanker is dead in a ditch somewhere." Emma had to admit, she didn't mind his tone. Like he might go out and finish the job, if need be.

Emma shrugged, picking at the label on her bottle. "Probably. I never saw him again after that."

"So that explains it," Killian huffed.

"Explains what?" Emma asked, preparing to get defensive.

"Your Walsh fellow's appeal. I'm guessing he wasn't the larcenous type?"

Oh. Not even remotely.

"Yeah, he was the kind of guy who washed out his jars before he put them in the recycling. He was kind of the anti-Neal."

"That was his name? Neal?"

"Neal Cassidy," Emma sighed. "And yes, like the writer. He had it changed when he was 18 as a Fuck You to his Dad."

"Well, he sounds like a right tosser."

Emma snorted. "Yeah, pretty much."

"And not all that clever, if he thought losing you for a case of watches was an even trade."

That had Emma looking up, sarcastic retort on the tip of her tongue. But instead of making fun, Killian's expression was deadly serious, eyes meeting hers directly. Like he actually meant it. Emma's gaze flicked back to the label on her beer, nearly entirely peeled away by this stage, and fought to keep her face level.

"You think so?" she asked, her words coming out less jokingly than she intended.

"I do."

It was the answer that had her looking back up again, a frown forming. "Killian, I-"

"You're worth at least two cases," he added. "Maybe three. I mean, what are we talking here? Cartier? Rolex?" His eyebrow was raised again in that familiar roguish way.

Emma let out a breath, and extinguished the tiny flame that burned somewhere inside her stomach. Friends, she reminded herself. They were friends.

"You're hilarious," Emma replied deadpan. "And if we're going to continue sharing, I really need something stronger than this," she said, tipping back her head and draining the last of her bottle.

"When I was looking for extra chairs earlier, I think I saw a wet bar in the study. Fancy a dram?" Killian asked, rising to his feet.

"Oh, so you're journalistic snooping does come in handy sometimes?"

"More than sometimes," he said with a grin that would fell a lesser beast. And suddenly Emma wasn't so sure the flame was truly out.

Later, she still couldn't recall whether he'd held out a hand to take her empty bottle, or to help her up. All she knew, was as they moved from the garden back to the party proper, she had Killian's hand in hers.

***

Reasons Not To Push Killian Jones Up Against The Nearest Wall And Have Your Way With Him:

1. Hello, work event. Have some goddamn professionalism.

2. You're wearing Elsa's clothes. Don't make this weird.

3. You like him, and never talking to him again would suck.

4. He would definitely allude to it in his column, and you would have to emigrate. Again.

5. Graham. Oh, fuck. Graham.

***

The upstairs study was everything you'd expect from an overpaid university administrator. Soft red leather furnishings. Framed certificates covering an entire wall. A solid oak desk that could, hypothetically, bear the weight of two people at once.

And, oh yeah, the promised wet bar.

Emma was not, nor had she ever been, a cheater. And even if she and Graham were still only in the "getting to know you" phase of tentative texts and PG-13 cocktail hours, she knew betraying that would still be a shitty thing to do.

So when Killian offered her the glass of whisky, she didn't do what she wanted to do, which was down the lot and drag him towards her by the collar. Instead, she sat on the red leather couch as far from him as possible, and held the glass in front of her like a shield.

"Reminds me of your jacket," he said with a smile, letting his hand glide against the upholstery. Emma's skin still tingled from where his hand had gripped hers, so unused to foreign contact.

She took a gulp of her drink, and let it burn down her esophagus in penance for her crimes. Only once she'd regained sufficient control of her hormones did she speak.

"So, are you going to tell me what's been up with you?

"Up with me?" Killian replied, his oh-so-innocent look oh-so-unconvincing. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know," Emma said, rolling her eyes heavenward. "The sudden phone emergencies. The brooding. The black eye. You've been different lately. Kind of… subdued, for you."

In answer, Killian drained what was left of his glass, and turned to face her. "Perceptive, aren't you, Swan?" He didn't sound happy about the fact.

Emma shrugged, taking another sip. "You can't kid a kidder."

He considered that, finger tapping absently against the side of his glass. "Perhaps not. Very well then. The truth: The magazine is broke."

It wasn't what Emma had been expecting. What had she been expecting? A secret drug habit? Abusive new girlfriend? Fight Club?

"Broke?" she repeated.

"Utterly. But instead of accepting the inevitable, and bowing out gracefully, my brother, well-intentioned idiot that he is, decided to take what was left in the coffers and make a few wagers."

Emma's heart sank into her stomach. "He didn't."

"Oh, he did. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, apparently. Lost the lot. Bloody prat. Thought he'd come back a conquering hero. Instead he's having to dip into his own savings to keep the whole operation afloat until he can find a way to pay back his bookie."

That explained the black eye.

"And no one knows about this? Don't you have accountants or something?"

"There is a fellow, Tim, who's been covering for him. Let him take out the entire balance in the first place, didn't he? So now he feels equally culpable. So there's Liam. Tim. Me. And now you."

"Elsa doesn't know?"

"Not in so many words. She isn't bloody stupid though. He's been decidedly distracted on the homefront. Probably thinks he's having a mid-life crisis or an affair or something stupid. Would be easier to just tell her, but the problem is, he knows if she finds out about it she'll feel obligated to help."

"Well, that would be a good thing, right? No more, uhhh…" Emma waved a hand over her eye.

"Well, when Elsa's parents died, they left her a good deal of money. Most of it went towards the house, and setting up her sister in New York, but there's enough left to get Weaver off his back. Problem is, my brother's pride would never let him accept it. And then there's the matter of Elsa's aunt."

"Elsa's aunt?"

"She owns the magazine. And let's just say, she's not quite as err… understanding as Elsa can be. If she gets word of it, there'll be criminal charges."

"Fuck."

"Fuck,' he agreed, leaning forward in his chair to pour himself another whisky.

"And you've just been carrying this all around on your shoulders for what? Months?"

"But what magnificent shoulders, wouldn't you say, Swan?" The grin was almost leering, but not in a good way. More in a defense mechanism kind of way.

"Don't do that," Emma chided, leaning over to smooth the wrinkle above his brows with her fingers. "Just be you."

"And how is that?" He asked, with a look of such genuine curiosity that her hand paused somewhere in the region of his jaw.

"Same as me," Emma shrugged. "A little fucked up. A little scared."

She leaned forward then, and placed a kiss on that same spot above his brow.

Maybe it wasn't where she'd wanted to kiss him five minutes ago, but it felt right. She heard him inhale sharply underneath her, but she didn't immediately break contact. Not until his face relaxed, and his arms came up to wrap around her waist.

She let her head fall onto his shoulder, and his on hers, breathing each other in. Comfortable fucking silence.

Only when her phone started chirping in her pocket did she pull away at last, steadying herself on his shoulders. "You're going to be okay, Killian Jones. You and your fucked up family."

The grin was wry, but it was real.

"You going to get that?" he asked, ducking his chin down to where they were practically intertwined. Probably best not to add vibration to the mix.

She fished the phone out of her pocket, and checked the caller ID.

August.

He never called. He sent ten page letters typed up on his pretentious vintage typewriter, but he never called.

With a look of apology, she peeled herself off of Killian's lap, and hit accept.

"August? Is someone dead?"

"Em! Where are you?" Wherever he was, he sounded cheerful. And just a little bit drunk. Well, it was the Fourth of July.

"Where am I? I'm in Scotland, where I'm supposed to be. How much have you had to drink?"

"Nooo," he corrected, words slurring a little. "I mean, where right now? Someone in your department told me you were at this party. But no one remembers seeing you. Are you here?"

Emma's stomach lurched. "Party? You mean, in Edinburgh?"

"Of course, in Edinburgh! The party I'm at, it's at… hang on," his words muffled as he conferred with nearby partygoers, "17 Heriot Row?"

Oh. Fucking. Fuck. Fucking August and his fucking surprises.

"I'll be five minutes. Stay right where you are."

Feeling the color drain from her face, she ended the call, and tucked her phone back into the pocket of her borrowed jeans. "We need to get downstairs. I need to-" She looked around for a mirror, but there were none in the vicinity. Of course.

"Lass?" He had her by the elbow, holding her still. "What has you all a-flutter?"

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. "You remember I mentioned my friend August?"

"Knee still creaks when it rains, August?" The boy did have superior recall. "Novelist August?"

"Yeah. Anyway, he's downstairs."

#cs ff #cs au #findemmaswanafriend #look who's back from outer space?#cs au ff

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kittywolves · 6 years ago

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1-200 if you want lmao If not then just your favourites

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one tbh, not romantically anyway

199: I was born in: west virginia, 2000

198: I am really: dumb

197: My cellphone company is: idk man

196: My eye color is: blue w/yellow bursts but they just appear green if you’re not super close

195: My shoe size is: 7+1/2-8

194: My ring size is: 7+1/2-8

193: My height is: 5′5″

192: I am allergic to: sesame :T

191: My 1st car was: N/A

190: My 1st job was: N/A

189: Last book you read: uh, Percy Jackson? i think

188: My bed is: warm, cozy, full of plushies & cat fur

187: My pet: CALCIFER!!!

186: My best friend: uh,, i don’t have one?

185: My favorite shampoo is: idk fruity scents that aren’t watermelon

184: Xbox or ps3: PS3

183: Piggy banks are: cute or terrifying, no in-between

182: In my pockets: my phone

181: On my calendar: birthdays

180: Marriage is: cute

179: Spongebob can: CAN SPONGEBOB FINALLY END PLEASE

178: My mom: can go die

177: The last three songs I bought were? uhh, i haven’t bought any songs,,

176: Last YouTube video watched: DrawingWiffWaffles newest video

175: How many cousins do you have? 1

174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 2 alive 1 dead

173: Are your parents divorced? no,,

172: Are you taller than your mom? around the same height

171: Do you play an instrument? no, but i wish i could play the harp tbh

170: What did you do yesterday? uh, i went shopping with my mother and then watched Futurama

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: ? i dunno anymore

168: Luck: i guess so, yea

167: Fate: yea

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: YES

164: Heaven: yea

163: Hell: yea

162: God: ? yea?

161: Horoscopes: not really

160: Soul mates: YESSSSS

159: Ghosts: yep!!

158: Gay Marriage: %100

157: War: no >:(

156: Orbs: what

155: Magic: yep!!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs pls

153: Drunk or High: never been either, both sound fun

152: Phone or Online: usually use my phone tbh

151: Red heads or Black haired: all are adorable!!

150: Blondes or Brunettes: a d o r a b l e ! !

149: Hot or cold: uhm, comfortable warm,,

148: Summer or winter: SUMMER

147: Autumn or Spring: HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

146: Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE

145: Night or Day: NIGHTTIME

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: both are great!! i have slightly wavy hair uwu

142: McDonalds or Burger King: neither >:(

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK PLS

140: Mac or PC: um, idc

139: Flip flops or high heels: F L I P F L O P S

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR PLS GIVE ME A KIND BAB TO LOVE @ UNIVERSE

137: Coke or Pepsi: coke !!

136: Hillary or Obama: obama!!

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so i can’t come back :’)

134: Singing or Dancing: i can’t do either :(

133: Coach or Chanel: ugh, coach ig

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who or who

131: Small town or Big city: i live in a city, but a town sounds nice tbh

130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: what

128: Manicure or Pedicure: PEDICURE PEDICURE PEDICURE

127: East Coast or West Coast: i live on the west, so west

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: MY BIRTHDAY BC I GET TO PICK THE THEME !!!

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers die and give off the aesthetic but chocolates are delicious so both

124: Disney or Six Flags: i love disneyland it’s just SO EXPENSIVE and six flags is gr8 for the thrills, plus i currently have a pass so

123: Yankees or Red Sox: who? which sport is this[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: blehhhh no

121: George Bush: idk american presidents lmao

120: Gay Marriage: YES YES YES YES YES YES

119: The presidential election: ew

118: Abortion: i’ll allow it lmao, i don’t think it’s great, but ik people will still get it whether it’s legal or not so might as well legalize it. also some cases actually need it so like,, yea!! let it happen!! pro-choice!!

117: MySpace: never used it lmao

116: Reality TV: ew ew ew ew EXCEPT FOR COOKING SHOWS

115: Parents: mine or just in general? bc eh

114: Back stabbers: M U R D E R T H E M 113: Ebay: lmao shipping expenses

112: Facebook: haven’t used it in years, do use messenger tho

111: Work: i like wedding coordinating with my aunt!! that’s about all the work i’ve done, oh and i’ve babysat

110: My Neighbors: don’t know em, they probably think we’re crazy tho, always yelling

109: Gas Prices: too!! high!!

108: Designer Clothes: eh, clothes are clothes, and some clothes are ugly (a lot of times it’s designer clothes blehh)

107: College: i mean i guess

106: Sports: go team! hit the ball! score the points! woo

105: My family: dysfunctional,,

104: The future: nooooooooooooooooooo

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: uhhhhh....

102: Last time you ate: uhm, around 4?? maybe?? it’s 7 now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uh?? i never see anyone OH i guess on wednesday last week,,

100: Cried in front of someone: ???? idk??? i cry while everyone’s asleep usually

99: Went to a movie theater: last week !! um, thursday?

98: Took a vacation: uhh, february, early march? i went to ohio

97: Swam in a pool: uh, last monday

96: Changed a diaper: um, not this year lmao, maybe last year tho idk

95: Got my nails done: ???? i dunno

94: Went to a wedding: last november?? or wait no,, uhm i dunno sometime recently lmao

93: Broke a bone: never! did drop one in water tho :/

92: Got a piercing: december!

91: Broke the law: ?? i don’t wear seatbelts when i sit in the back seat lmao

90: Texted: around two hours ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: um,, my friends

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: MY KITTY BABY

87: The last movie I saw: missing link! the stop motion- i’m a wh*re for animation lmao

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: changing my name, moving out, getting married & having a stable life :’)

85: The thing im not looking forward to: being stuck here forever and eventually kmsing due to stress and depression :’)

84: People call me: Kitty!! Kiki!! (birth name) karebear!!

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist within the same room as my mother without bursting into tears or storming off

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo! Viriborn for all you homestucks! and dragon in the animal one!

80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad :’) and then i messaged @deanilise even tho she was asleep

79: First time you had a crush: uh, as far back as i can remember i had a “crush” on Daphne Blake :D but i was like a small child and didn’t know what love was so anytime i saw anyone who i thought was cool or pretty or i wanted to befriend i had a supposed “crush” on them :/

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: i try to be pretty open, but sometimes i just wanna close off

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yikes idk

76: Right now I am talking to: like talking to or talking to? for the first, just some group chats for the second, no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i wanna be an artist! i would love to be a youtube artist, but i fear i’m not creative enough for such things.. i would also like to be able to tell my stories!

74: I have/will get a job: i dunno,,

73: Tomorrow: church

72: Today: overslept, did some chores, been online

71: Next Summer: hopefully i can go back to colorado to visit my brother !

70: Next Weekend: ugh, church activities & then actual church, as well as other easter festivities

69: I have these pets: baby kitty, and some dogs....

68: The worst sound in the world: FORK SCRAPING ON BOWL, ERASER SCRAPING ON PAPER, DOG’S SNORING, MY MOTHER’S VOICE WHEN I’M HAVING SENSORY OVERLOAD

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother, she’s like the only person that makes me cry unless someone says they’re attempting and i can’t get through to them

66: People that make you happy: @onedirtysock @aliaitee @deku-is-tired @deanilise @awkward-scarfy-boi @fourth-best-jeanist @bnhaworld @bnhya @helloiliketits @trashyfxndoms

65: Last time I cried: last night oops

64: My friends are: (see 66) they’re all very nice & supportive which is amazing & i love them all dearly

63: My computer is: a MacBook air with a galaxy cover

62: My School: not in one but the one i’m gonna go to in the fall is just a community college

61: My Car: N/A

60: I lose all respect for people who: hate on anyone, racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, ableists, etc

59: The movie I cried at was: uh, i dunno, but i was crying abt futurama the other night

58: Your hair color is: orange-y with dark brown roots, supposed to be dyeing it soon :)

57: TV shows you watch: BNHA, HIMYM, Bob’s Burgers, TUA w/ @deanilise Futurama, The Simpsons, Fairytail, Runaway’s, Adventure Time, SVTFOE, etc

56: Favorite web site: Tumblr!

55: Your dream vacation: Ireland,, ofc i always dreamed of going to paris when i was younger, and Britain sounds cool too, & i’ve heard belgium is pretty && japan sounds fun && new york city sounds super cool as well so idk any of those places ig

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uh, probably when i broke my arm, although i can’t remember it, i did used to get growing pains in my legs when i was younger & could hardly sleep so there’s that option as well

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium-well

52: My room is: messy, but it’s home & also warm

51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dunno

50: Where would you like to be: idk, in my bed ig

49: Do you want children: yea! i wanna adopt!

48: Ever been in love: uh, i thought i was, but it was just an intense crush on this girl lmao

47: Who’s your best friend: already answered this lmao

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls,,

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughing, music, & seeing my friends

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: any of y’all would be great tbh

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: survive

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmao no,

41: Have you pre-named your children: uh, i have names picked out that i like, but idk depends how young my kid is when i adopt them, and even then idk if i could bring myself to change their name uwu

40: Last person I got mad at: my mother,,

39: I would like to move to: IRELAND OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I WANT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY

38: I wish I was a professional: artist!! youtube maybe!![ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hmm, i like smarties, m&ms, gummy bears, & sweetarts

36: Vehicle: uhh, vw beetles? WAIT NO JEEP WRANGLERS I THINK

35: President: uh idk

34: State visited: the one i live in lmao, California :)

33: Cellphone provider: idk a lot about them

32: Athlete: N/A

31: Actor: eeeeeeee

30: Actress: eeeeeeee

29: Singer: Case! Patrick Stump!

28: Band: FALL OUT BOYYYYYYYYYYY

27: Clothing store: Hottopic

26: Grocery store: N/A

25: TV show: Arrow! Adventure Time! (ripip) i haven’t seen Arrow in a long time tho so idk if it’s still any good...

24: Movie: Heathers!!

23: Website: Tumblr,,

22: Animal: CATS

21: Theme park: DisneyLand! it’s just sooooooooo expensive ;-;

20: Holiday: HALLOWEEN

19: Sport to watch: Soccer!!

18: Sport to play: none

17: Magazine: i don’t read them

16: Book: The Hunger Games

15: Day of the week: probably friday or saturday

14: Beach: uh, maybe seal? or hermosa?

13: Concert attended: i’ve been to exactly one (1) and i didn’t enjoy it bc it was for Ariana Grande

12: Thing to cook: well you don’t cook them but, COOKIES!!

11: Food: Ice Cream!! Burgers!! Mashed Potatoes !!

10: Restaurant: In-N-Out probably

9: Radio station: 98.7 alt radio

8: Yankee candle scent: uh i dunno

7: Perfume: Vanilla Bean Noelle from bbw

6: Flower: daffodils

5: Color: pink! purple! green!

4: Talk show host: no

3: Comedian: Bo Burnham or John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Retrievers !

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes!

here’s my baby for reference & for putting up with all that

#kitty answers #200 asks #deku-is-tired #calcifer

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lizartgurl · 7 years ago

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Back To You (Aqualad x OC)

A very self-indulgent AU that is actually great fodder for my muse

@sand-son @betteonit @the-shadow-of-atlantis

PART TWO.

(part one)

Tim and Mara sat on her bed, watching as Emma flitted from one thing to another.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” Mara asked, pointing at the pile spilling out of the one industrial-grade duffel bag she was advised to take.

“I’m fine!” Emma said nervously as she shuffled through the walk-in closet she shared with Mara, trying to decide between two different blue shirts.

Tim sighed, sinking down into the thick down comforters as he rested his laptop on his chest.

“You aren’t trying to see which color Kaldur would like best, are you?” He asked.

“I am not!” Emma insisted. She discarded both shirts and snatched up a pink turtleneck instead.

“Why are you so mad at him?” Mara asked, tossing aside a peach lollipop for a watermelon lollipop on her bag of dum-dums.

Emma didn’t know why the question made her want to laugh.

“Because, Mara, you’ll learn when you’re in a relationship, that there is a certain amount of trust to be expected between partners. And when that trust is broken, you have to question whether that relationship is what you thought it was.”

“Didn’t Rick say he wanted to trust you though?” Tim pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s not the point!” Emma threw a few more pointless items on the pile.

Mara bit into her lollipop, “Then what is?”

“I don’t know!” Emma threw her arms up in the air, sending her pile flying. She fell face-first into her bed with a groan. “Why did I say I’d do this?”

“Because you like Kaldur!” Mara exclaimed, waving her dum-dum like a fairy wand.

“Not anymore, Mara,” Emma muttered into the quilt. Seizing the opportunity, her beloved cat, Justice, leaped onto Emma’s back and curled up, ready to sleep close to his favorite human.

Tim sat up and patted Emma’s head, “But you do still care about him.”

“Well yeah, even if his plan was stupid, he still did a lot to save the world,” Justice hissed irritably as Emma propped herself up on her arms, staring out the window at the gardens of Wayne Manor, green slowly fading to brown already. However cold the New England summers got, Canada was going to be even colder.

“So you do still like him?” Mara waved a cherry lollipop in Emma’s face tauntingly.

Emma snatched it up with a grin for her little sister, “If you say that one more time, I’ll kick you out of my room,” She tickled Mara’s ribs as they both burst into laughter.

“Save me, Tim! Save me!” Mara begged with dramatic flair.

“Okay,” Tim turned his laptop for both of them to see. “By doing research on various areas of Canada, specifically the ones JSA-ers are known to protect, I have put together a list of various things you may need to be able to enjoy yourself while tolerating Kaldur and surviving in the Canadian wilderness.”

Emma stopped tickling Mara and examined the list.

“Tim, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You can prove it by letting me turn your room into a private study while you’re gone,” Tim sat up tall and folded his arms proudly.

“As if!” Emma shoved the laptop back at him as Mara beaned her brother with a pillow.

“There’s like fifty studies already in the manor! You don’t need another one!”

“Yeah, but they’re too far from my room,” Tim almost whined.

“Do you really want Mara to have free access to all your files and crap?” Emma nodded towards the closet, connecting both girl’s rooms.

Tim sighed in defeat, “You have a point.”

“Just ask Bruce to open up another study! Even if he won’t, Alfred will,” Mara shrugged.

“Okay, but later. Now, we have to go through everything on this list,” Emma said.

Tim and Mara grinned up at her, “Oh, so now you want our help!”

Emma shrugged, sorting her big pile into smaller piles. Satisfied by how calm she was now, Justice settled into her lap. Emma’s heart jolted, and she held her cat very close. She could still remember the day after she got her powers, when Rick came to her with a kitten that Bruce had found in the alleys of Gotham during his nightly patrol.

“Emma?” Mara asked, sliding down to sit next to Emma on the floor.

“You okay?” Tim joined them, shutting his laptop.

Emma let Justice go and sighed. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time she did that today.

“I’m going to miss you guys,” She sighed.

Mara hugged Emma tightly. “If you’re sad about it, and you don’t like Kaldur anymore, then why are you going?”

Emma pulled Tim into the hug. “I made the choice to be a hero a long time ago. To protect others who couldn’t help themselves. Kaldur may be able to protect himself, but after all he’s been through, he’s going to need all the support he can get.”

“What if he has to stay there? Forever?”

Emma stopped in the middle of rolling up one of her graphic t-shirts. “I don’t know, Mara. Maybe after he’s settled in, I’d come back.”

“That’s mean.”

“Look, no one asked you, Tim!” Justice meowed in agreement, and Emma threw one of her old stuffies at Tim. He caught it in his hand.

“Hey, isn’t this the dragon that Kal-”

“Hey guys!” Rick grinned as he leaned against the doorframe. “Are you all having fun without me?”

“Richard!” Mara leaped up to hang off his leg. She loved it whenever Rick came over.

“Can you please tell Emma to stay if she hates Kaldur so much?”

“I don’t hate him...” Emma stammered.

“You act like you do,” Tim snorted.

Emma sighed, “I don’t know what I’m feeling. Everything’s just happened so fast.”

“How are you doing?” Rick asked. He boosted Mara up onto his shoulders.

Emma debated on telling them, but she really shouldn’t be making a big deal out of it if she wasn’t going to need them for the foreseeable future.

“It’s the anxiety. It’s been acting up ever since we took down the Reach.” Rick and Mara nodded understandingly.

“And got Kaldur back?” Tim added insightfully.

Emma sighed, though it came out more like a groan. “I can’t make up my mind about anything, and I feel like I have to make a decision immediately, but I can’t ever decide. I thought maybe getting away from everything would give me time to think.”

“Well, how about you think over a nice, warm dinner of Alfred's?” Rick prompted, making finger guns at the bedroom door, “I'm pretty sure he was making chicken alfredo with pasta in honor of your big mission.”

“Yuck!” Mara mimed barfing.

“Mar, if you get anything in my hair, I will force feed you an entire jar of Alfred's alfredo sauce.” Richard threatened.

Mara screamed and jumped off the bed, running up the hall and down the stairs, Richard hot on her heels.

Shaking their heads, Emma and Tim followed.

With Richard and then Barbara over for dinner, the table was a bit fuller and the entire manor looked a bit brighter than usual. Bruce even talked and laughed a little bit, and he really did try to finish his meal before he finally gave in to the police radio feed coming in through his earpiece. He wanted them to join him as soon as possible.

After dinner was finished and Alfred had made everyone help with clean-up, the others made to follow Bruce to the cave.

“Good luck you guys, watch each other’s backs,” She said, not putting any effort into her encouragement.

“You’re not coming with us?” Mara’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Emma hugged her, “You’re almost twelve now, Mara, you can’t really do puppy-dog eyes anymore.”

The younger girl huffed. “It was worth a try,” She grumbled.

“I’m going to need all my energy for tomorrow,” She did her best to smile.

Barbara hugged her tightly. “Any last words you can give me about the team?”

“Sheesh, Babs, don’t make it sound like I’m dying!” Emma scolded.

“You might as well be,” Rick snickered. Emma punched him in the shoulder.

“Seriously though, everyone’s so different from everyone else. If you respect them and show that you trust them, they’ll do the same for you.” Emma nodded. Richard tugged at his collar, uncomfortable for only a split second.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Babs asked.

Emma really wished people would stop asking her that. She was starting to doubt herself.

Emma nodded, waving them towards the stairwell hidden behind the grandfather clock.

“Someone’s gotta make sure Kaldur doesn’t kill himself trying to uncover another plot to take over the world after he gets cabin fever.”

“Hey, It’s Canada!” Richard grinned at her, “How bad can it be?”

The sun was just barely up when Emma’s alarm clock (and Bruce) woke her up. Justice woke up when the bed shifted, and stayed awake long enough to bop his forehead against Emma’s. She ducked into Mara’s room, lightly kissing the sleeping girl’s forehead in goodbye, and retrieved her duffle from the closet. Even Alfred was still asleep.

“How was it last night?” She asked, getting in tone of the Wayne’s least-conspicuous cars with Bruce.

“Not too bad,” Bruce turned the key in the ignition. “I told Commissioner Gordon that Nightingale is retiring, for now.”

“And what’s Emma Grayson’s story?” They turned on to the long, lonely road, leading towards Gotham. Emma’s home from the majority of her life.

“The paparazzi knows you like to avoid attention, so that should cover it for maybe a month or two. Tim has your instagram programmed to post some faceless photos of you hanging around the manor with him and Mara, and Justice. Then, when everyone starts getting antsy, I’ll send the jet to Uganda and announce that you’re helping with charities there for an indefinite time. They’ll eat it up, and keep your identities separate.”

Emma exhaled. “Sounds good.”

Bruce made a quiet exclamation, remembering something, and retrieved a paper bag from the backseat without taking his eyes off the road.

“Alfred packed that for you and Kaldur. After that runs out, you’re on your own for cooking.”

Emma snorted, “It’s not like I’m as bad as you.”

The jeep picked up speed as they made it through the city and onto onto the bridge connecting Gotham Island to the mainland New Jersey and Bruce almost grinned. “Just don’t burn the house down. It’s hard to come by a good safehouse these days.”

Ignoring the turning in her stomach, Emma examined the bag’s contents, and immediately devoured a cinnamon roll. Infinitely better than the protein bar she planned to settle on for her breakfast.

They drove in silence for an hour, crossing into New York, past the hills, and down an old dirt road deep in the woods. Emma was too nervous to sleep. Could she really do this? After all that had happened, could she stay in the same house as Kaldur for an unspecified amount of time and still stay sane? She wanted to get away and think, and this was the first opportunity that popped up. She wouldn’t have to worry about typical mission stuff, it would be the emotional toll rather than the physical.

“We’re here.” Bruce stopped the car with a jolt that yanked Emma from her thoughts. The car was parked beneath the umbrella of the trees, but just ahead was a clearing, and with the growing daylight, Emma could make out the gray helicopter that was producing the chopping sound that suddenly filled her ears. Bruce grabbed her bag for her, and she shouldered her backpack.

“You’ll promise to take care of Justice, right?” She said before the noise grew too loud.

Bruce sighed, “So long as he doesn’t claw up my good suits, then yes.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “You can just buy fifty more!” She laughed when she saw Bruce’s grin, but that was before the shades came on. Batman in disguise.

She almost didn’t recognize Wildcat without the catsuit. He stood alone with Kaldur next to the helicopter. Bruce handed Emma’s things to Ted, and he tossed them on the helicopter.

“Well, no point waiting around any longer. Come on kids, the sooner you two are hidden away the better,” Ted hopped in the pilot’s seat, and Aqualad glanced at Emma before climbing in one of the other available seats.

“Nightingale,” Batman grabbed her shoulder before she could decide whether or not she really, absolutely, definitely wanted to get in the copter.

“Be careful who you trust. Tell no one who you really are.”

Emma nodded. That much was obvious.

“No cable, no laptop, no phones. Use landline sparingly. No credit cards, either. Don’t use anything that they can use to trace you.”

He handed her a thick, white envelope.

“This is your allowance for the month. We’ll get your next spendings to you eventually.”

Confident he’d finished his lecture, Emma turned to board the helicopter, but he stopped her.

“Emma, remember, this is for Kaldur, not you. If you can’t handle it, you let us know.”

Emma hesitated before nodded.

“I love you, Dad,” She said quietly.

Bruce just nodded. “Stay safe, Emma.”

He had vanished before she even reached the chopper.

#lizart writes #aqualad #kaldur'ahm #aqualad x oc #kaldur imagine #my ocs #nightingale #back to you #kaldur #young justice fanfiction #ey i actually got this up tonight

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gcrminatorarchive · 6 years ago

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Send a 📔 for a drabble between mun and muse! (Not accepting.)

AHH THIS MEME AGAIN! This drabble’s gonna be a continuation of this post, only it’s 16 years later, so it matches to when I re-discovered the franchise last year! Still takes place in the Who Framed Roger Rabbit verse, too.

Time had gone by quite a tad since the release of Osmosis Jones that summer, when Aislinn had met the title character in question when she was just a child. And since then, Aislinn had become quite fond of the white blood cell for most of her younger years, until she turned about 7, and had forgotten about him somewhere along the way; Still, he had inspired her to take better care of herself, and despite some of her habits with junk food, she had done a surprisingly good job staying trim and healthy as she grew up. Every day after elementary school, she’d tune in to watch his show Ozzy and Drix, which had aired shortly after the release of the film, where he and Drix were transferred to a teenage boy named Hector. She’d make little drawings of him in her sketchbooks, she’d once wrote a cute little poem about him for a class assignment, and had even gotten into fights at school when some bully tried to tell her she was weird for liking him, and thinking she had made up meeting the toon in person. However, as Aislinn left childhood behind and entered becoming a young woman, about the age of 21, it seemed that Ozzy had left her thoughts, as she focused more on wanting to be a voice actress for Warner Brothers. Ironic, considering he was from that company in general.

Needless to say, it had been a long time since the cell had crossed her mind.

One day, while using her laptop idly and chatting with her online friends, looking up possible conventions to go to, she saw that one of them had an icon of Ozzy, and she couldn’t help but raise brows. That character…She knew that face. It hit her like a wrecking ball. A memory from many years ago suddenly gripped at her brain, and her eyes widened, as realization then dawned on her. The vision of his smiling face at her when she was a small and young tyke popped into her head, and a big smile spread over her face. She then quickly hops off her bed, digging through some old things in her desk to find the DVD movie. She finds it, grinning at the cover of the cell and his cold pill partner on it.

Ozzy! How could she have forgotten him?

Of course, it had been like 14 years; Plus her memory wasn’t always good, but that mattered little now; She pops in the movie, re-watching the movie that starred that upbeat and fun-loving cop she had met long ago. She laughed in amusement at the cell’s use of crude humor on-screen, finally understanding a lot of jokes she didn’t get as a little one. Man, it had been such a thrill to meet him in person, too…During the scene where Ozzy talks to Drix about making Frank vomit, Ais glances away a moment, thinking.

Did he still remember her?

Once the movie was finished, the credits rolling and the song ‘Fill Me In’ playing through her room, she gave a smile. She remembered the day they’d met; She had lost her mom in the mall after they came to California for a vacation, and had bumped into Ozzy (Quite literally.) while looking for her. She remembered his playful, kind, and confident attitude when she was scared and alone, making all her fear completely vanish, and how he’d helped her find her mother. She remembered giving him a hug in gratitude, and soon, leaving him. She sighed, rubbing her neck and looking to her laptop sadly.

She wished she could see him again. Show him how much she’d grown…

Suddenly, her green eyes catch sight of an advertisement on the screen, and she comes closer to look at it, brushing a bit of brown-blonde hair out of her eyes; A convention was opening up close to where she lived, and…Ozzy, Drix, Leah, and Thrax were going to be there, to celebrate 16 years of Osmosis Jones. Her heart leaped in her chest, as she gave an excited grin. She gets up, running to her parents’ bedroom.

“Mom! You’re not gonna believe it…!”

“Ozzy, we’re here. Ozzy. Ozzy? JONES!”

“What?! I heard ya, a’ight!”

Osmosis was reading as he, Drix, Leah, and Thrax were in pulled up to the convention center, Drix calling for him when the car came to a stop. The distracted cell had a magazine in his hands, which Leah swiped sharply and used to whap him on the head when Drix had called him the fourth time, making him blink in surprise then grin in an innocent manner. Leah rolls her eyes, smiling lightly, though. Thrax did the same, but in annoyance, stepping out of the car smoothly. Drix followed, squeezing out because of his big size. Ozzy sighed, soon stepping out, taking Leah’s hand and helping her out. Thrax played with his chain, his large claw plucking at it gently.

“I don’t even know why we’re doin’ this. Not like anybody’ll remember us.”

Ozzy looked over at his rival, nudging him lightly with an elbow and giving him a cheeky grin.

“Ah c’mon, ‘course they will! Don’t be such a drag, Thraxy!

May have been 16 years, but we’re still one’a th’classics! We’re un-for-get-able.”

The virus merely rose a brow slightly at the excited cell, scowling at him.

“Our film was a bomb, Jones. And call me Thraxy again, and I’ll murder you in front of all our fans.”

Ozzy smirks, tugging at the virus’ coat collar lightly.

“Well, somebody’s a lil’ hot under th’collar.”

Thrax makes a move to lunge for Ozzy in a fake way, and smirks when he flinches. Drix then puts a finger up, looking to the pathogen.

“Ozzy has a point though; There may be many admirers of our film, plus we had recovered our losses from the film’s failure through home video entertainment. So perhaps we’ll run into a few fans.”

Ozzy then puts his hands up, as Thrax rolls his eyes once again.

“Hey, as long as they don’t show art’a me an’ Thrax mackin’ on each other, then I’m cool.”

“That makes two of us.”

A little while later, the convention gets underway, and cartoon fans, geeks, and enthusiasts line up to meet with voice actors, comic book artists, and of course, toons. Yakko, Wakko and Dot had shown up along with Ozzy and crew too, as well as Babs and Buster Bunny from Tiny Toons. The Warner Siblings seemed to be the big hit right now, and so far Ozzy and the gang had met only a few fans of their movie. A little while in, Ozzy starts to get a bit bored, and tells the others he was going to grab a donut then come back. He gets up out of the chair he was sitting in, and heads to the closest vendor. He watches a few new fans walk in from the front entrance, and gave a grin to a few girls, pointing a finger-gun. Half of them smiled back, but most of them just cringed and scurried off, making the cell frown. He rolls his eyes, then turns his attention back to the vendor getting his donut, when suddenly…

“S’cuse me, sorry! Just tryin’ to get by–Oh!”

Ozzy hears a female voice from above the bustle of the crowd, and feels himself being bumped into. He turns around, scowling a bit.

“Whoa, hey! What da–?”

He freezes, noticing the one who bumped into him was now on the ground, shaking her head a bit then looking up at him, her drawings scattered on the floor. Ozzy looked her over; She had pale skin, and a youthful-looking face. She had shoulder-length brown-blonde hair, and green hazel eyes. She wore blue jeans with a matching jacket, and a simple white shirt underneath, a green necklace around her neck, complimenting her eyes. There was something…familiar about her. But he couldn’t quite place it. The two stare at each other a few seconds, until the girl gave a shy little smile, rubbing her neck. She seemed…excited, yet nervous at the same time.

“A-Ah…Sorry. I was lookin’ for my mom in the crowd and I tripped. Heh.”

He smiled, kneeling down to help her pick up her art, then happened to look down at it.

“Heh, nah, it’s cool, girl! It was an accident. No harm d–.

…”

The toon cell noticed one of the drawings…Actually, quite a few of them, were of himself. He stared a moment, then let out a low whistle, impressed, then grins back up to the girl.

“Spit, didju draw these? These’re beautiful! You got some fine talent, girl, real fine.”

The girl rubbed her shoulder as a blush came over her face, making Ozzy’s grin become a smirk. She was pretty shy, it looked like, but sweet too. He gives her a playful wink, reaching over to gently pinch her cheek, making her giggle a bit.

Why did he have that funny feeling that they’d met before?

“Heheh, and yer pretty cute, too! Y’got a name, baby?”

She merely smiled, pointing to her signature on the drawing. Ozzy looks down, and blinks in surprise.

A memory then makes its way to the front of his mind, as he recalled someone with the same name about 16 years ago. A child, no older than five. Aislinn? That little girl he’d helped all those years ago? The one who got lost in the mall and bumped into him? This was her?

Holy spit…It was! And she still remembered him!

He’s silent for a second or two before a wide grin came to his face, as he looked back to the girl in excitement.

“Aislinn!?“

She smiled shyly again, waving to him.

“Hi, Ozzy.”

And there goes Ozzy, wrapping her up in a tight bear-hug and making her giggle happily into his jacket, as she returns the hug. He pats her heartily on the back.

“Da-hang, girl! Look at you! Y’got so big! Haha!”

Soon, he brings her back to the booth to meet the others after meeting up with her mother, now more lively as he was remembered by an old friend.

#Out of the Body. (OOC.)#Memes.#Munday.#MY HEART #IT IS MELTING #I loved writing this and I almost cried cfielbcfgbegebf

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purrsephonesims · 6 years ago

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Another Seasons Tag

1. Which season are you going to play with first? Either summer or fall, bc we have that super adorable kiddie pool and fall!!!lleaves!!!colours!!!

2. From what you’ve seen in the trailer, what are you most excited about? Probably the CAS stuff, falling leaves and the wind

3. What’s your favourite season irl? Fall

4. What’s your favourite flower/plant? I really love lavenders!

5. Are you going to create a new sim/family or are you going to keep your current household? ehhh, idek, probably start a new save if I’m not enjoying my current save by then

6. What would you like to see in this new add-on that we haven’t seen yet? I don’t really have anything I want that hasn’t been done yet? I really want boarding schools, home schooling and proms back though!

7. How do you feel about not having a new neighbourhood? ehh, I’m fine with it? Though I would’ve loved a country themed world for season (a lot like Appaloosa Plains from S3 Pets)

8. Snow, rain, sun or wind? I loooooooove rain showers during the summer? and the warm summer wind too!

9. Favourite refreshing drink in summer? Iced tea all the way!! Also almost any fruity cocktail

10. Favourite hot drink in winter? uhhh, hot chocolate

11. Walk through the forest or by the beach? Forest all the way!

12. Swimming pool or ocean? Neither, I am terrified of open/deep water (ponds, lakes, seas, oceans) and I can’t swim either lol

13. Where would you like to travel if you could leave right now for a week? Honestly? probably Hungary

13. How is the weather today? It’s been cloudy and meh, but it was still 17C so that’s something

14. What new traits would you like to see in the new add-on? uhhh, I don’t really know lol

15. Do you like to play with supernatural creatures like vampires and aliens? and if so, would you like to have witches/fairies/elves? I don’t mind vampires or witches, but I can’t stand S4 aliens and I hated pretty much all the occult in S3. Vampires were nice in S4 for a while, now they can be quite annoying? I just wish we had the option to turn them permanently off like in S3

16. What is your favourite thing to do during winter? uhhh, sit in the comfort of my bedroom and be on my computer lol

17. …during spring? ^ or go for a walk or to the park with the fam, if the weather’s decent enough!

18. …during summer? ^^

19. …during autumn?

^^^

20. Have you already pre-ordered seasons? and if you haven’t, are you going to pre-order it or wait until it comes out? I haven’t preordered it just yet, but I’m very tempted - I may wait and buy it the day it comes out though :)

21. In which neighbourhood are you going to play first with seasons? I haven’t decided it for sure yet, wherever my current save is it, I suppose?

22. Do you listen to music while playing? and if so, what are your favourite songs to play to? Sometimes! I either have my apple library or my youtube folder playing or I’m watching something on youtube/netflix while I play. And I don’t really have favourite songs per say? It’s just whatever I’m currently into, it varies a lot

23. What’s your favourite thing to do in the sims? Creating sims, building, etc? I looooooove CAS and Building, although the latter doesn’t always work out lol

24. What’s your favourite kit/pack/add-on? uhhh, it’s so hard to choose just one skdlhfdkjhgf fave EP; Cats & Dogs , fave GP; Jungle Adventure/Parenthood , fave SP; Laundry, Cool Kitchen, Perfect Patio and Movie Hangout!

25. And finally, what add-on/pack would you like to see next? Pets and Seasons were always the main packs I’ve wanted, but now that we will finally have both, I’m not sure? I would love to see University or an Island Paradise styled EP or GP

Than you for my bab @stephanine-sims for tagging me, go check her out! ♥ I’m tagging @dear-solar @dust-bubbles and anybody else who wants to do it!

#tag thing idk #tag #purrsonal

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panpanpanini · 7 years ago

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The first time I used a Nair product was in 2004, when I was a wee bab and puberty was just starting to kick my ass in the form of body hair. I learned to shave it first, but I wasn't terribly comfortable with it and decided to try something else, because as my mom told me, I had ‘options.’ So the next time we hit up a grocery store, I found the Nair isle and picked an armpit product to try. To my dismay, it did... absolutely nothing. I even left it on for 30 minutes (because 10 minutes did jack diddly) and still, in the end, I couldn't wipe a single hair away. I decided it just didn't work and resigned to shaving.

Fast forward 14 years. I've tried waxing, plucking, other hair-killing lotions, inquired about laser treatment... but eventually gave up on alternate hair treatments and just kinda figured out a good shaving schedule and the right products to go with it. I have to wait 2-3 weeks between shaving routines due to things like ingrown hair and irritation, and the result is much nicer/longer-lasting/more comfortable than shaving every two to three days, anyway. That means I have to suffer in jeans during the summer, and I wish that weren't the case, but... meh. I’ve accepted that I’m just cursed to have hairier legs than my dad and that I wasn’t born with more... um... manageable genes.

So last Christmas I received a $50 Ulta gift card from my parents, which basically translates to $50 in toiletries (money that won’t be wasted). I only started using it recently to replenish my stash of shaving goods, now that it’s getting warmer. On my last run they were out of a few things, and looking for an alternative I spotted a line of Nair products. Curiosity got the better of me and I bought one claiming to work even on the coarsest of hair, thinking that surely their product must have improved some over the last 14 years...

I have a networking event tonight and was planning on starting a new shaving cycle before going. Instead, I gave the new Nair thing a try, and... five hours later I still regret it. The smell hasn't improved, and it stung a bit - both things I was expecting, but not in the magnitude I got. I applied 2 layers, left it on for 5 minutes, and got in the shower; you're supposed to sponge it off with this dinky little pad they provide, and I got right to it - except literally NOTHING came off. I went over my legs a few times after waiting some more and... nah, still nothing. My shins were starting to burn, so I hurried to finish and got out of the shower as fast as I could.

I have a pretty low pain threshold and as a result I approach a lot of things that can potentially hurt with a lot of caution (ie. just taking shit out of the oven, or frying anything that can spray hot oil on my skin). There are no words to describe how painful my shins were, and still are; either my skin is broken or just too sensitive because it is on FIRE. Just exposing it to air magnifies the pain, and now, in addition to being unshaven, I have to walk around with something protecting the skin. Thank God I was alone in the house or my folks probably would have thought I was being stabbed or something by all the grunting and yelling that was coming out of my face.

Long story short: After 14 years, I sucked up my pride and tried a Nair product that did literally none of what it’s advertised to do and instead seriously irritated my skin instead to the point where I started vocalizing.

#personal #nair #shaving #ouch.txt #storytime

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ragehappysecretsanta · 7 years ago

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A New Ghostmate

Author: http://jetblacknova.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://rayaotic.tumblr.com

Summary: Barbara gets a new roommate and makes a new friend.

WordCount: 985

Pairing: Barbara/Mica

A New Ghostmate

It was supposed to be a joke. Haunted houses aren’t real. Yet here Barbara was, playing Mario Kart in her new house with her ghost roommate.

“How do you play this game Babs?” The ghost said, crashing into every obstacle and banana. “I have no idea what this console is. You called it a Switch?”

“Yeah Mica. It’s the latest Nintendo console. Do you know what Nintendo is?” Barbara asks.

“I’m not an idiot Barbara. I know what Nintendo is. I just . . . haven’t played a console since the Super Nintendo.” Mica replied, trying to adjust to the motion controls.

“Well Mica, you need hands first. And please don’t call me Babs.” Barbara says, pointing at Mica attempting to play with transparent stubs. “You really shouldn’t look like a stereotypical ghost to play games. Kind of no fine motor control.”

Mica scoffs. “I guess I could mimic what I looked like in life, but it’s been a long time. My human appearance wasn’t great for scaring people.”

Barbara can’t help but chuckle at this. “What, a withered old lady ominously floating around, moaning and groaning, spewing ectoplasm isn’t scary? Afraid your ghost form will have brittle bones too?”

Mica looks down. “I was 23 when I passed. I had come home after college for break . . . we were asleep when some racist jackass who had a grudge against my father decided it’d be a good idea to burn my house down. We never made it out.” She says quietly.

Barbara can’t speak. She felt awful for making jokes and not thinking about the fact that no matter what the reason, Mica is still a ghost, which means she died unfulfilled in life.

A period of silence passes before Barbara claps her hands together. “Say, what if I help you pass on? That’s why you’re a ghost, yeah? You never achieved your goals or some shit.”

Mica looks up. “You know, that’s a swell idea! I wish I had thought of it!”

Barbara smiles. “So . . . what did you want to do that you never did? Skydive? Run a marathon? Eat really good hummus?”

“I never got to go on a date. I was too busy with my studies and the options I had weren’t that great.”

“I can’t believe there weren’t any good looking guys for you to date. Though I’m not sure why, given I don’t know what you look like.”

Mica laughs at that. “Oh, let me focus for a second.” She says as she begins to glow and shift. The standard sheet appearance began to slowly dissipate, revealing a very attractive, dark skinned, young lady. As the sheet finishes dissipating, a large swath of luxurious hair falls to Mica’s shoulders and she opens her eyes. “How do I look?”

Barbara looks Mica over before quickly averting her gaze. “You might want to make some clothes up Mica. Looks like you appear exactly as you did in life before you died.”

Mica looks down to realize she’s stark naked. She quickly manifests a blouse and long skirt. “Listen it’s hot during the summer in Texas! It was easier than running the A/C or that obnoxious fan all night.”

“It’s okay Mica. Now why couldn’t you get that date? You’re gorgeous. Every guy must have been drooling over you.”

“It wasn’t the guys I wanted drooling over me.”

“Oh. Oooohhhh.” Barbara responds in realization. “You play for the other team. Tell you what, I’ll take you out on that date you want.”

“Will you really!?” Mica exclaims. “That’d be so wonderful Barbara! But I don’t even know what I want to do on a date. Like I said, never got to go on one.” “Oh wow. You’re really serious. Okay, uh . . . .” Barbara sat there, pondering. “Can you leave the house or are you stuck here?” Mica sighed. “I can’t leave the premises. The yard, the house, I have free reign but beyond that I’d need a body or something. Maybe, not sure. Never tried.” Barbara laughs at that one. “You’re pretty funny. Okay, how’s this for a date? What’s your favorite meal?” “I like a nice beef wellington. Ooh, and maybe some ceviche or something. I also really really like sushi. I also can’t say no to nice apple pie.” “Okay, uh . . . I’ll Google how to make those things and then I’ll go to the H.E.B., get the ingredients, and make you your favorite dishes, which by the way were you guys rich or what because those are really fucking fancy dishes.”

“We weren’t poor but we had a comfortable life. Got to have fancy meals for nice events. Perks of your parents being a couple of attorneys.”

“Oh wow. Okay. So yeah, I’ll get the ingredients and make you all that delicious food, then we can chill and watch a movie. I have Netflix!” Barbara says cheerfully.

“What’s Netflix? Is it like Blockbuster?” Mica replies, confused.

“Oh my you really haven’t been able to get out of this house in twenty years, have you? It’s like Blockbuster but all online. Don’t have to go out to a store or anything.”

“Oh wow! That’s so cool. Must take forever. AOL is so slow to start up.”

A cold chill fills the house as Barbara takes a minute to recompose herself.

“Okay, no. Like Nintendo, the internet has updated and improved in the past twenty years.” Barbara finally replies. “But getting back on track, yeah I’ll make your favorite foods, we’ll watch a movie, cuddle, and then maybe go lie down in the backyard on a soft blanket and stargaze. How does that sound?”

Mica’s eyes start to water. “Barbara that sounds perfect. I cannot believe you’d do something so nice just for me! I really, really, hope this will be the best date ever!” “I’ll make it happen, my dude. But first let’s finish this game of Mario Kart.” “You’re on!”

#Ragehappy #BarbaraMica #jetblacknova #rayaotic #rhss17

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monthly fic rec : june (fics marked with ** are favesfaves4life)

- adore you by isthatyoularry (66k) **

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

- through eerie chaos by mediawhore (102k) ******* (super uper fave)

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

- the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (150k)

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

- only several miles from the sun by robpatff (12k) **

It started with a walk and unexpected rain and Babs. It started with a smile and green eyes and a bag of warm apple cinnamon muffins. Actually, it started with the bakery. Bakery AU, because of reasons.

- these hands not fit for holding by minimangafan (46k) **

“You should be grateful,” Harry tells him, leaning in so he’s almost whispering in Louis’ ear. Louis stands as still as a statue, trying not to react when Harry’s low voice caresses his cheek. “I’m offering you something better: a chance to join my crew. I’ll pay you to work as a carpenter on my ship.”

“I’m not a fucking pirate,” Louis says, anger flaring. He steals little trinkets occasionally, if he thinks they’ll make his sisters happy. He’s not a proper thief, or a murderer, though, and certainly not on the level of Captain Styles and his crew.

Or, Harry is the captain of a pirate ship, and Louis is an accidental stowaway.

- if you´re for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger (21k)

In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can’t seem to find what he’s looking for.

- do not go gentle by afirethatcannotdie (70k)

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

- if i had three wishes (they’d all be for you) by phdmama (66k) **

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

- the sweetest incantation by smittenwithlouis (40k)

Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.

Or: Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

- for now and forever by orphanaccount (83k)**

“It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”

Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”

“Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?”

Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.

- dance me (to the end of love) by phdmama (19k)

You would think that it’s a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it’s no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end.

- ever since by letsjustsee (10k)

Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself. “What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly. He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed. “What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip. “He wants you to stay.”

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more.

#ive cried at least 567 times this month #cause the fics are so good #feel free to let me know if u love any of these as much as i did #or if u cried #:)#happpy reading #❤#ficrec

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