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overcaffeinated-underwhelmed · 3 months

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aight y’all…

i’m p crossed rn and had a thought as i mindlessly swipe thru tinder bc why not

and like what if i made my bio “nobody hot ever likes me… prove me wrong” and it seems so shallow but makes me giggly

and it feels so eddie!coded, but like reverse.

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after smoking w his bandmates after a gig, the group sits around, passing a bowl, and discussing the wonderful world of online dating. gareth raves about this super hot chick that matched with him on tinder, he's totally into her even though their conversation has simply consisted of him saying "hey!" and her replying "hi." jeff tells him he's being stupid, he doesn't even know the girl, let alone know if she's REAL.

eddie stays quiet. he has a tinder account, which he made a couple nights ago after band practice, after passing around a (fairly large) bowl. the guys all agreed to create tinder profiles. they all laughed about what they were going to put in their bio. gareth thought something (definitely inappropriately) funny was the way to go. jeff thought something (sickly) sweet and heartfelt was the only way to get matches. the two bickered back and forth like an old married couple for far too long.

eddie tuned their nonsense out. he thought to himself and decided something simple and straight to the point was enough. it's not like he even wanted to create this account, right? eddie built his profile, with photos of him and the band at the Hide Out, him shredding guitar at a band practice, and him and the hellfire guys joking around and laughing. he leaves his bio simple but (hopefully) a lil funny.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

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You had been drinking a lil bit tonight. You met some coworkers for drinks after work and had a few. However, when you got home, you decided you could go for another drink. You reached into the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. You cracked it open and took a big swig.

You realized you were still in your jeans, the buttons and waistband digging viciously into the skin of your stomach. You groaned slightly as the bottle swiftly made contact with the granite countertop beneath you. Letting go of your (much needed) drink, you unbuttoned your pants and made your way to your bedroom. You shuffle the tight denim down your legs as you cross the threshold into the bedroom. You quickly change into some loose sweats and an over-sized t-shirt, before making your way back to the kitchen to grab your drink.

You’re snuggled deep into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, knees almost against your chest, feet rested on the edge of the couch. You’re mindlessly opening, swiping through, and closing random apps on your phone, wrists rested on the top of your knees. Some reality tv show plays in the background as you come across the long-forgotten Tinder app on your phone. You subconsciously bite your lip before pressing the pink icon. What could a lil swiping hurt?? you think to yourself as you glance over the first profile that pops up.

You’ve been swiping left for what feels like forever, almost getting bored of the swiping. Just as you’re about to give up and close the app, a picture catches your eye. Your eyes fixate on a bright smile that meets the warm brown eyes of its owner. A weird feeling, almost like a… flitter?.. goes through your chest. You can’t even remember what you were about to do before seeing the picture of this incredibly attractive man on this godforsaken app. You drag your thumb along the screen of the phone to scroll through his profile. Some of his pictures are, undoubtedly, sexy as hell. I mean, who doesn’t find a musician sexy? You stop scrolling and read his bio.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

You giggle to yourself, thinking the second line is a flirty quip. Without giving a second thought, you swipe right on the profile. He was attractive, seems interesting and funny, what’s the harm?

A small gasp leaves your mouth as the screen displays an audacious celebration screen stating, “It’s a Match!”

After what feels like several minutes (but, in reality, was probably a few seconds), you press on the icon, obnoxiously displaying “Message Eddie Now!”

“there’s no way that’s true” you type back, pressing send without thinking.

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Eddie lightly gasps when he sees the notification pop up on his lock screen.

“Y/N messaged you!”

He quickly glances around the room, making sure no one noticed his reaction. The guys continued rambling on about the size of the crowd at their last show.

He swiftly presses the notification before it disappears, the screen quickly displaying your profile. Eddie takes a deep breath before opening the chat. He really did not expect to even match with someone, let alone be messaged by them first. He had haphazardly swiped through over a 100 girls that night he created the profile. He remembered how he swiped right on only a handful of girls, not many catching his attention.

The notification made his heart pound in his chest as he opened the chat log, reading your message. The insecure part of him was scared it was a mean joke, maybe you knew who he was and thought it’d be funny to humiliate him and make him think someone like you would actually swipe right on him. Eddie’s mind spins and heart thumps loudly, numbing his other senses.

“there’s no way that’s true” he reads.

He blankly blinks as he stares at the message, confusion clouding his brain. What? What’s not true? he wracks his brain. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize your message was a response to his bio. He initially tries to convince himself that you’re calling his bluff on being a musician, but he just knows that that’s not what you meant. His stomach churns violently as he re-reads your message and scrolls through your profile, over and over again.

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You feel oddly nervous after sending that message. You’re usually pretty relaxed when messaging guys on these apps, it’s not like you expect to find anything even remotely real this way. The intense, new feelings are overwhelming, which makes this entire moment overwhelming. The seconds pass by, feeling like hours, as you wait for a reply. Several minutes pass by without a response. You feel a sense of sadness deep within you as you stare at the dark screen of your phone. You’re being ridiculous. This is just an APP, your mind screams to you, trying to fight those feelings of rejection, loneliness, and sadness filling your chest. Who’s to say he’s even REAL? your brain screams within you.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to push those thoughts as far away from your mind as possible, subconsciously dropping your phone to your side. You feel some of the tension fading from your shoulders and upper back, taking a deep breath in and letting it out after a few seconds. Your body and mind are slowly relaxing, limbs beginning to feel heavy and you focus on your breathing. You can feel that familiar sense of sleepiness beginning to blanket your body, slowly creeping up your body, starting at your toes. As the feeling begins to reach your abdomen, a ding matched with a sharp buzz comes from beside you. You’re pulled out of your trance, hands immediately searching the surface of the couch beside you. Your fingers grasp your phone, fogginess starting to clear, but as your brain fully wakes up, you feel your heart speed up. You raise your phone to your face, unlocking the screen and reading the message that appeared.

“what’s not true? i promise i only speak the truth”

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After he hit send, Eddie’s stomach dropped and he regretted his entire life thus far. Why the fuck did I say THAT? That was the stupidest response he could possibly think of. He continues spiraling silently while the guys around him yell and shout about who knows what. Eddie feels so stupid and like it’s the end of the freaking world. He has literally never felt like this before. He thinks he’s going crazy. Like, what else could it be?

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You read his reply and feel a sudden wave of confidence, all the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight lowering your inhibitions.

“well, if you only speak the truth, then consider me proving you wrong”

You bite your lip as you hit send without a thought. You quickly lock your phone and toss it to the other side of the couch.

Once you actually start thinking about your reply, your stomach drops and you slowly start panicking. Why would you say something like that… What if he doesn’t think you’re hot? What if he accidentally swiped right? What if…? your mind just kept going. You started regretting even opening the app on your phone, regretting drinking at all tonight, regretting pretty much every decision you’ve ever made in your life.

As the seconds ticked by, slowly becoming minutes, you felt that sense of rejection and loneliness begin to consume you again. Shit. You fucked up again. This is why you don’t fucking go on these apps. Your despair suddenly turns to frustration. Why are you like this? How do people flirt? What the hell am I even doing? Your mind keeps reeling. After several seconds of deep breathing, you think to yourself, “At least you don’t ever have to meet him if you don’t want…” which gives you some comfort, but not enough. You spend the next several minutes talking yourself down, bringing yourself back to reality.

Ding!

Your eyes snap to the phone discarded at the other end of the couch. You’re scared to touch it, like it might burn you. You’re terrified. Of what, exactly? You’re not sure… You’re absolutely terrified of rejection. But you’re also incredibly anxious about the thought of him flirting back.

“proving…me wrong…? i don’t understand… I’m sorry”

You giggle to yourself, once again holding the phone in your hands. His cluelessness is almost endearing. You start to wonder if he doesn’t spend much time on this app… or maybe he’s playing you… maybe he…

Stop. You think to yourself, before taking a deep breath. You pause for a second before pushing all thoughts away and just acting.

“well, you said nobody hot ever likes you… and… i’m here to prove that wrong.”

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Eddie chokes on literal air as he reads your reply. Luckily, his bandmates are now arguing about the last campaign and no one noticed.

Eddie literally feels like he could piss himself out of sheer panic. His mind was full of static, his tongue felt dry, his body didn’t even feel like it was a part of him anymore.

His fingers start acting on their own accord, Eddie’s brain still full of fuzz.

“and what makes you think i think you’re hot?”

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You actually laugh out loud as you read his response. You immediately start typing up a response.

“Well, 1) we matched and 2) you’re still talking to me”

A warm feeling goes through your body, giving you the confidence to tack on “also, i think you’re hot”

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Eddie reads and re-reads your texts. He can’t believe what is happening right now. A sudden unfamiliar feeling rushes through him, almost making him feel like a teenager again. The feeling overtakes all of his senses. He can feel it deep within him.

This is real. I can’t fuck this up. A voice he doesn’t recognize whisper to him. The voice was familiar but held a certain level of confidence and determination in it, which he certainly did not hold himself. The voice continued whispering all around him. Reply. Don’t mess this up. This is special. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t think. Just do.

Before he could really think, his fingers started typing up a reply.

“well, i guess if you think i’m hot and i think you’re hot, we should probably do something about that.”

Eddie pressed send before he could second-guess it.

Ding! You had replied faster than he had expected.

“we probably should. sooner rather than later.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fic #munson x reader

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BtheorytimeD

OK HEAR ME OUT but I think I finally cracked the code on who these wackos are, and that is none other than the WAYNE FAMILY OF GOTHAM.

Everyone and their mother has heard about Bruce Wayne, but a lot of people forget how lowkey fucked up his family life is! Starting from this beginning, Bruce Wayne tragically lost his parents, socialites Thomas and Martha. He was a total recluse for a while until he emerged eventually as a charming playboy. He can be a bit of an airhead, but he takes his company, Wayne Enterprises (WE) seriously and it's an old FAMILY BUSINESS. The ages are a little off, but very close to the ages Bruce was when he took in Dick Grayson after his parents died. The records are kept super private, but there was a leak a few years back and it came out that Wayne never technically adopted Grayson. He always called him his “ward”, which is a little outdated, but just means that Wayne was granted custody of Grayson. They’ve never spoken publicly about this. The only rub here is Grayson’s role in the company? Publicly, he took no such role aside from occasional trips to WE, press tours, and attending charity events. But WE is an incredibly vast private company with more sectors than I can count. It’s perfectly reasonable that he might have fulfilled a role we just don’t know about? Like maybe being Wayne’s assistant, or charming people into investing? All we know about the role is that it is dangerous, and doesn’t have to be a child but would be slightly strange if it wasn’t. Sort of stumped me, but I’ll get to it.

According to paparazzi and friend’s social media posts, Grayson moved out of Wayne Manor at 18, probably to go to college, because we know on his LinkedIn that he has several degrees. He kind of went dark during this time, which was hot gossip because he was a big teen heartthrob in Gotham and in the media and he just disappeared. Later that year, Wayne adopted Jason Todd. They kept his family history out of the papers for the most part, BUT I was able to do some digging and ask around Gotham because I know he was adopted from somewhere near the Crime Alley neighborhood (IK, it's like the most Gotham name for a neighborhood, sue us). According to some of Todd’s childhood friends and neighbors, his bio dad was out of the picture and his mom was an addict that OD’d ages ago. He abused, and everyone knew it, was functionally homeless for a time. We don’t know how long the adoption process was or exactly when it happened, but it is pretty self explanatory why Wayne, seeing a dark haired kid without parents in the same area where his parents were killed would fastrack that adoption, especially after Grayson just moved out. Also OP’s comment about J’s room situation tracks because how many people are well off enough to have several empty rooms? PLUS, Jason = J! It just makes sense. Jason later died when he was a teenager in a terrorist attack overseas on WE BUSINESS. Wayne fell out of the public eye for a while, understandably so. The only problem at this junction is that Jason Todd is still dead. Or IS HE?

My loyal theorists know that I talk about a lot of urban legends/events in my hometown of Gotham and this is one that I haven’t been able to touch on a lot. What if Jason Todd is still alive? Here’s some evidence: Wayne was incredibly quiet about Todd’s death. We’re talking closed casket, no PUBLIC FUNERAL (the dad not inviting OP? Ringing any bells?). Plus, no public funeral for the young son of BRUCE WAYNE is crazy optics-wise!! Plus, there's lots of speculation about some photos that look suspiciously like Todd. This is around Gotham, and AT WAYNE FUNCTIONS. There is this guy in Gotham that has maybe vitiligo or something (which, admittedly, we don’t know if Todd had, but this guy just has a white streak in his hair), but he’s built like a tank and has all these scars. Very scary looking, very RBF. Definitely could be a vengeful person that survived an accident. He has been seen at Wayne events, usually not very social, and has been seen with the Wayne boys around Gotham. A lot of people thought he was a bodyguard, but it could totally be Todd!

I’m not sure exactly why they wouldn’t have announced his return, but it could have something to do with how he got involved with crime. It is no secret that violence, drug trafficking, and just like all crime are rampant in Gotham. It’s also well known that the Wayne family had plenty of mob connections in the past, the most recent being Thomas Wayne’s association with Carmine “The Roman” Falcone, the biggest mob boss in Gotham at the time. Is it so hard to believe that Todd could have utilized these connections to start and continue his life of crime? If he really wanted to get back at his dad, using these connections would be the ultimate spit in the face as Wayne has declared public disdain for the mobs in Gotham. Even if this disdain isn’t true, something we have to keep in mind is that J expects OP’s dad to KILL the man that was behind his death. He believed Bruce Wayne capable of murder and EXPECTED him to do it. It's not hard to speculate how a billionaire could have someone killed, but for Bruce Wayne to kill someone is unthinkable to many. He’s the shining star of our city, Gotham’s certified babygirl and daddy wrapped into one. His philanthropy is staggering and life changing, especially compared to other billionaires and elites. We’re talking about a man known to pay off his barista’s student loans and provide housing to entire homeless camps. I doubt anyone could get away with framing Wayne for murder, so what does J know that we don’t? Perhaps he was expecting him to use his family mob connections to avenge his son's death? But he didn't, OP's dad is someone capable of finding and killing criminals, but refused to. Sounds like a billionaire philanthropist to me.

Here’s where I make a couple leaps. We just don’t know enough about T in the story to make too many connections, but we do know this: T’s father was in an accident and later died. T spent a lot of time with OP’s dad. Then T was then adopted. That brings me to Tim Drake, the third adopted Wayne boy. Note the T in Tim, there. Drake’s biological father was indeed hospitalized and confined to a wheelchair. Classmates and teachers in his high school confirm that Drake was acting out a lot in school and had a strained relationship with his dad. Drake often showed up to school with bruises that he didn’t explain away very well, and it was known that he spent a lot of time with Bruce Wayne. There was actually some concern about it! After Tim’s father died, he was adopted by Bruce Wayne. The problem here is that we don’t have anything that corroborates Tim being T when it comes to interpersonal stuff with OP and his dad.

OP says he had established a life in another city by the time T came around asking him to come back. At the age OP was in this post, Dick Grayson was living in Bludhaven, and joined the police force there, a city less than an hour away from Gotham. Totally feasible for a 14 year old kid. He also said that “our line of work” was dangerous, implying that he’s still involved with the occupation he worked with his dad and with his friends after he moved out. It’s possible that he had some sort of side hustle going, but honestly the hardest part about this theory is figuring out what the hell he actually does independent of WE. There’s also Wayne’s mental state to consider. Wayne has never spoken about his own mental health as an adult and OP makes some pretty serious allegations to his fathers mental state and self destructive behavior. We don’t see Wayne exhibit these things. The closest thing we have is anecdotal evidence from many sources that Wayne is incredibly flaky and cancels last minute to events all the time. Could this be him neglecting himself and throwing everything he has into WE?

Moving onto the “Stealing my dad’s son” post, this has SO MUCH INFO. D enters the scene as a young kid, after an old fling drops him off, which is so clearly DAMIAN WAYNE. Come ON people!!!! We don’t know a lot about how Damian came into his father's custody, but we do know that he was 10 years old and that Bruce Wayne sleeps around. It’s really not surprising that a surprise baby came out of that. We have next no info about Damian’s previous family situation, but he was kept out of the public eye for SO LONG and first hand interactions found him to be abrasive, violent, cocky, and note his overly formal vocabulary. Definitely the type of person to tell his adopted brother to “remember who the blood son is”. Plus, classmates of Damian have expressed how truly odd he is to talk to because of his vocabulary, that is if you can get through a conversation without him threatening to end your bloodline. Typical kid stuff. Sounds very culty to me personally. The whole thing about reconciling his image of his grandfather who he idolized (could have been the cult leader), Wayne seemingly going NC with Damian’s mom, and how hush hush his past is matches very neatly to the cult idea. And there’s like no records at ALL of Damian before he was 10 years old. It could also explain why the dad didn’t trust D for so long, after all that cult brainwashing

Plus some little details lineup here. T being “too much like him”? Tim was literally CEO for a time. OP scorning him? Dick was not seen in Gotham for like a year after he moved out. D is mouth and precocious? Damian is described as a child genius with a very sharp tongue. Around the time of the post, Drake was seen in Gotham less and less, eventually moving to Bludhaven, matching up with how he is no longer working with his father. Plus, Grayson was spotted in Gotham a lot more right before and for a while after Wayne announced Damian Wayne, which correlated with OP sticking around to help train D.

Now for the hard part: OP’s dad was presumed dead and Bruce Wayne is not. Oh, did I say hard? I meant super EASY. I’m not going to bore you with too many corporate details, here but in short Bruce Wayne was missing and Wayne Enterprises COVERED IT UP. Oh, you want evidence?

March 25th. Bruce Wayne leaves the country on a BUSINESS TRIP. There’s no records about exactly what he’s doing overseas. Bruce Wayne does not step foot on american soil for MONTHS. The public line for the company was that he was on a work trip negotiating a deal and then decided to extend the trip for a long overdue vacation, but emails among board members speculate otherwise. There was a lot of concern about his well being and that his excuses were flimsy. They needed him to come back and he refused. If you look at WE market fluctuations, you can see that stock took a decent hit during this time. Company emails also confirm that no one had talked to Wayne outside of his general statements and very rare board meeting. So, Wayne wasn’t appearing in public, no one spotted him overseas, and he wasn’t running his company. So where was he?

Well, if he disappeared “on the job” like OP said, it makes a lot of sense. We know he was negotiating some sort of deal, and any Gothamite knows that if there's one thing Bruce Wayne is gonna do, he’s gonna get kidnapped. This man is kind, a little stupid, and insanely rich. He is the PERFECT candidate to hold for ransom, but the Bat couldn’t save him overseas. The stock was already taking a hit from his absence, and if they announced he was missing, it would have gotten SO much worse. There’s also the fact that Damian and Wayne’s butler moved out of Wayne Manor and to the penthouse on Wayne Towers. Why would they move out if he was just on vacation? Dick Grayson also left Bludhaven around this time, and there are tons of paparazzi shots of him with Damian in Gotham.

ONTO THE FAQ. The details added on OP’s updated, answering questions, only support this case, so I’ll do them rapid fire. The dad took therapy consistently when he was young, and I know this is a stretch, but possibly Brruce Wayne’s grief counseling? The only people that live with OPs dad are 2 of the 6 kids and their grandpa. RIght now, Bruce lives with Damian, and his new adoptee Duke Thomas. Them along with OP and his two other brothers only account for 5 of the Wayne children. If only Wayne had another adopted child- OH WAIT HE DOES. She’s not mentioned in the posts (probably because she's an unproblematic queen), but a few years back, Wayne adopted one Cassandra Cain. The grandpa is admittedly a tough one to explain away, but I think it could mean Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne Family butler. We all know that Wayne’s parents are dead, BUT Pennyworth was granted custody of Wayne after his parents were killed, meaning he raised him since childhood. He would totally be a grandfather figure to the Wayne kids,a dn the phrasing is sort of odd; “he has no family and lives alone now except for 2 of us kids and our grandpa”. No family but the kids have a grandpa? Sounds like a surrogate father to me.

The only difficult thing to account for in the FAQ is Bruce Wayn being a “haven for wayward teens”. It is no secret that Wayne picks up orphans off the street of Gotham like nobody’s business, but the phrasing seems to imply that there are teens that he works with that aren’t legally his kids. I couldn’t find anything about Wayne working extensively with any youth groups, youth shelters, or nonprofits that would put him in consistent contact with young people. There are some individuals that hang around the family a lot though! Stephanie Brown dated Tim Drake and despite their breakup, still is with the family a lot . Brown is also from the streets of Gotham, went to school in Gotham Heights (so, lower tax bracket). Classmates said her father was in prison and there were rumors that her mother was an addict. She got pregnant as a teenager before giving up the baby for adoption. The point is, she definitely fits the wayward teen bill. Harper and Cullen Row also seem troubled, emancipated from their father and often appearing in public with bruises. Tons of rough looking teens are seen with the Waynes. Yeah, it’s a bit of a tough fit, and these could just be the kids' friends, but I think it's completely plausible that even if they are friends of the Wayne kids, Bruce took some responsibility to help them out.

The most difficult part of all of this is trying to figure out WHAT the job is that OP made. It’s gotta be something nonessential, but helpful (because it didn't exist before him), would be weird if an adult did it, and can be fulfilled by children. I cannot at all wrap my head around what WE needs for all these teens and sometimes literal children to help with? Is it just like, intern work? My first idea was that it was to use the child card to get investors or cooperation with other entities but I honestly can’t see Wayne pimping out the kids like that. Which leads to the final twist in my theory: the Waynes are still linked to the Mobs in Gotham, and BATMAN.

Think about it. Thomas Wayne and Carmine Falcone were close associates, and the Waynes are the oldest and wealthiest family in Gotham that we have on public record on being corrupt. Those ties go VERY deep. Thomas Wayne was a good egg, but it's a known fact that Bruce doesn't approve of his mob connections. But criminals are persistent, so I think that Bruce Wayne is trying to take down the mob from the inside. He gets insider information, funds things here and there and then gives the information to Batman, in exchange for protection. This is why he gets saved so fast by Batmans whenever he gets kidnapped, held hostage, etc. It would make sense how Dick, as a child, was able to sneak around or appear innocuous while gathering information. As he got older, he also got very charming, something that would help him get out of binds when he lost the baby factor. It makes sense why kids should take the job, even though it's dangerous, and why wayward teens, often with first hand experience with the violence and issues created by criminals, would give insight and street smarts where Wayne lacks it. It could also explain why he was hesitant to take T on; Tim Drake is from a wealthy family, so he had to prove he could do the job. How did he know about the Job? Probably from a gala or something, high society gossip. Drake was no Wayne, but he was RICH RICH. Again, these connections also explain how J was easily allowed to slip into a life of crime and why he was so mad at the dad for not avenging him.

These also support my working the idea that Batman is a soldier for the elites of Gotham and our shadow government! If Bruce Wayne is giving information to Batman, it makes sense that he’s also funding him. As many jokes as we make about Wayne being Batman’s sugar daddy, I really think this idea has merit. BUT I am from Gotham, and I center a lot of my theories around my city so maybe some of this is wishful thinking? But I think a LOT of this stuff adds up objectively!!! Anyways, I stand by it, let me know what you think!

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SuperFun1229 OP

Oh…. oh my god. Congrats on being my favorite reply because the fuck dude, you are insane for this one.

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BtheorytimeD

THAT WASN’T A NO

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burnerhardlyknowher

uhhhhh hey dude. It’s me, you know, T. my lovely boyfriend showed me this post and i IMMEDIATELY made this account to. dude, i cannot BELIEVE you made a reddit AITA thread about us 😭😭😭. i promise u guys im not a victim lmaoooo

my brother, dear OP has neglected to share some interesting details about D, like how he LITERALLY TRIED TO MURDER ME. like pushed me off a roof and tried to stab me multiple times, he wasn’t just sad he was so dangerous.

everyone here says we need boundaries (so real) but i’m gonna tell everyone and J will probably kill you <3

can't wait to hear more updates on our wackadoodle life from you 👍

P.S. some of ur ideas are spot on yall should be detectives

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SuperFun1229 OP

IN HIS DEFENSE HE FEELS BAD ABOUT THAT NOW.

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Burnerhardlyknowher

He’s told you that?

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SuperFun1229 OP

It’s been implied

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BBomshell01

ASHDHJDHJK OP T SHOWED ME THIS I CANT BELIEVE U FRFR…. Didn't even mention me 💔💔. I just wanna say that we all forgive D for trying to kill T that was soooo forever ago we’re all passed it, he just liked being bitter. Anyway NTA, ur dad can be soso mean and harsh, especially back in the day. But like so can you? Idk you can do the same things when it comes to not trusting people so keep an eye on yourself 💕

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SuperFun1229 OP

I always knew you would find this.

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_Boom5482

U were seriously beefing with 12 yo me 😂grow up

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SuperFun1229 OP

You CANNOT make fun of me for this shit you’ve fr tried to shoot me for no reason and tried to kill T at like 15 for the same thing 😭 you have no place to talk

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_Boom5482

And i’d do it again

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wowowwild · 6 months

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I asked for 20 but I also want to ask about 21! I love fic recs.

21. Did you ever read fanfictions? Which one is your personal recommendation?

Sorry it took so long! It took me a while to get everything in order, but here it is.

So fun fact: Whenever I read a fic I love I book mark it with the note j'adore so I can read it again later. Some of them get this note preemptively. I also tend to go through a tag on ao3 in date posted ascending order so I start with the oldest and work my way forward so I don't potentially miss anything, but I haven't made it all the way through some tags that I would like to. If there's a fic you think I would like that's not on here, I probably just haven't gotten to it yet! (Most of the newer ones on here I found through Tumblr.)

Also! I'm pretty sure any of the ones that involve smut I have marked as such, but please check the tags on the actual fic before reading! I am not responsible for what content you choose to consume!

That being said, here is Ace's All Time Best Fic Rec List (AATBFRL for short):

Nobody Can Just Say What They Mean (Series)- The first fic is Narumitsu and the second is Klapollo and I think about them allllll the time, especially Things Are As They Are altered me on a microscopic level. Rocks are just rocks, you know? (Narumitsu, Klapollo)

undeniable you (the currents pulling me onward)- Idk what to say. Kristoph Gavin dies in prison and Klavier is suspect #1. Apollo flies back to defend him and yaoi happens. I'm a sucker for Klav getting all scrungled up.

fame vs infamy (the price of writing fanfic out of spite)- It's a crack fic. It's funny. 10/10 would recommend. (Klapollo)

The Definition Of Home- And there was only one bed?!?!?!?!?! What?!?!?!?! And there was a little angst in the bed?!?!?!?!?! Unbelievable. Actually the angst was on the couch, the bed made it better. (Klapollo)

13 Hours- This fic keeps popping up in my fever dreams. I'm not even kidding. I didn't have it bookmarked the first time around but when I found it again, I was like 'oh, I know this one! It haunts my dreams!' and immediately slapped a j'adore on it. Airport Klapollo getting together.

Dig Enough Graves- This one is still being put out, it's a Klapollo roleswap and I love it. I get so excited when I see it's updated. So many things are happening and we have clues and I'm gonna figure it out, ok? *boston accent* I'm sleuthin 'ere! (rated M for violence and sex reasons)

stop the presses (series)- V funny. Apollo works as a columnist and writes thirst essays about KlavGav and gets a date out of it. I am very impressed with the coding used to make this look the way it does.

And if my wishes could all come true- I have reread this one a couple times. I think about it a lot. It is genuinely so funny and makes me feel all sorts of things. I love pre-relationship klapollo divorce complete with alimony while they were not not dating but actually not dating, Apollo you can't just assume that.

Nothing Like This Feeling- Apollo top suregery fic with a dash of Klapollo!

Turnabout Dishwasher- For when you get the hankering for a 422.6k work of art. It's like three fics in one that happen concurrently, which doesn't sound like a description that makes sense unless you read it. There are so many characters here, and shipping is part of it but it's also a whole lot of everything else. These characters are actually living and you get to take a look see. (klapollo, blackmadhi, wrightworth, look just read the tags on the fic there's so much going on)

Such Terrible Tales- A gorgeous magic filled AU with a focus on the casts of aa5 and aa6 and fun cameos from Investigations (so far). This fic is still on going and I would def recommend reading it as it comes out! I love trying to figure out the lore and what will happen next! This fic kind of pulls me off my hinges lol. (blackmadhi)

You Wear Stripes, Too?- Apollo and Klav come out to each other as trans and nb respectively.

Things Best Shared- Klav teaches Apollo guitar.

For A Bad Time Call Simon Blackquill- Iconic blackmadhi fic. I think about it all the time. V funny fake dating au with bits of angst.

Last Resort- And they were roommates! Blackmadhi roommates with lots of healing and shenanigans.

Dating for a Turnabout- Narumitsu fake dating for a case. Larry is there doing Larry things. Franziska did it to them bc she is very smart and cool.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted- I think about this sooooooo much. Tagline: One condo. Six lawyers. Seven secret plans. What could possibly go wrong? (klapollo, narumitsu, athena blackquill and trucy are there)

Alternative Dispute Resolution- Apollo makes Klavier talk to Mr. Wright before they can start dating. It's awkward (and funny) and Trucy is a delight.

Turn(about) my words- The fic where I realized I instinctively start laughing when someone gets shot. He's fine. uhhh narumitsu, phoenix got shot of course bc why wouldn't he and found family stuff.

You're Alive (And that's the only thing that truly matters.)- Klavier gets poisoned and Edgeworth tells the nurses Apollo is his partner so he can get in to see him. Turns out I don't laugh at poisonings, only shootings.

Dog Days- Apollo and Trucy go to another Gavinners concert and Polly misinterprets everything all the time.

Reckless Endangerment- One of the funniest klapollo get togethers. Pollo insults him real good while he's standing behind him, klav thinks about going abroad to study, phoenix has prosecutor going abroad ptsd, apollo might actually be into the gavinners, or at least the titular member.

Good Advice- Klavier Gavin makes categorically bad decisions in the face of love. (klapollo)

Hot For Justice- klavgav gets a muse, guess who?

Rules for Dating a Rockstar Prosecutor- klapollo first date that literally everyone is more invested in than Apollo (until he actually goes).

The Things We Do For Gym Access- Fake dating so Apollo can use the gym at Klav's place until the one he normally goes to gets fixed. Except they're actually really into each other and it's killing me everyday it's killing me I'm dead I'm dying they're so dense and in love and can't figure out why they haven't been caught and it's bc they actually feel like that and on top of pretend dating are pretending to date each other to themselves just kiss istg. Rated Explicit for sexual reasons.

The Walk to Tomorrow- Narumitsu doing Narumitsu things.

Legal Partners- Oooooooo this one! I also think about this one a lot. Narumitsu and klapollo and everyone is idiots they're all idiots. Klav and Edgeworth make a stupid, stupid bet about who has the more meaningful connection with their preferred defense attorney. I love this type of fic.

Turnabout Rubesville- Edgeworth gets accused of murder in a small town bc he's a grump. Phoenix sorts it out.

You Ever Been In Love?- Everyone gets way too involved in making Wrightworth happen, and it goes horribly until it goes right.

Gravity- Rated Explicit for sex reasons. Tbh I really like the oc. She's real cool. def read the tags for trigger warnings. (klapollo)

The soul truth (and nothing but the truth)- Franmaya! There's some spirit medium shenanigans and Lang is a bro.

Exorcism- Klapollo AU aa4 rewrite Kitty is a doll I love her these boys are unhinged look they have a conspiracy closet ok? Rated E for sex reasons.

Play Your Cards Right- Narumitsu agree to go on a date and shake hands about it. Rated E for sex reasons.

Hostile Environments (Series)- Justquill Shenanigans

satisfaction brought him back- Justquill Simon gets turned into a cat. I love fics where someone gets turned into a cat. There aren't a lot but it is a trope I enjoy. I've def read this one a couple times.

Stripped- Klapollo impending. Apollo is also secretly a stripper. Idk if this fic will ever get finished but I liked everything in it.

Curiosity Created the Cat- Klapollo impending. Also not finished and maybe never will be and only 3 chapters but in this one Klav gets turned into a cat. I'm sorry.

if it's really me you seek- Klapollo. I'm just going to post the official summary bc I j'ador'ed it but I don't remember exactly which one this is: Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment.

As of right now this is everything in my bookmarks that I've read, I think you can figure out my favorite ship lol.

#narumitsu #wrightworth #klapollo #justquill #franmaya #ace attorney #ace's ask #blackmadhi #i'm not tagging individual characters you couldn't pay me #aatbfrl

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selanpike · 1 year

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When You First Met: mobswitch fic

henlo friends i come to you with a lil fanfic based on a concept i’ve been toying with in RP: what if scoff and scout actually met before scoff was a big mobster

Fandom: MSPA/Mobsterswitch Pairings: hopeless SSPS

When you first met him, he was different.

You and he were regulars at the same bar. It was a hole in the wall, the kind of place so thick with smoke that you felt like you could cut the air with a knife. The bartenders sold all sorts of things on the side, and the bathroom stalls had no doors, but the drinks were the cheapest in town. Sometimes there would be karaoke and you could have a good laugh.

He was always chatty, talking to–and flirting with–anyone who gave him a chance. Eventually he saw that chance with you, and invited you out with him on a job. You were broke as hell–you always were–so you agreed, even knowing who he worked for. You were as crooked as anyone else in this town.

He asked your name, but you told him you were between names.

“Jus’ call me SS,” you said.

He nodded, saying he was in a similar boat. He said to call him Sol in the meantime.

He was handsome, and that’s why you ever gave him the time of day. He was well-dressed, or at least, was trying to be–his clothes were well-fitted but worn. His eyes were brilliantly green, which almost distracted you from how tired they looked. He had a tie in a matching green, the only splash of color on his otherwise monochrome attire.

He needed into a building. He had the security codes, but not a key. The garage door could open a little without it, but not enough for him to fit through.

He’d picked you because you were small.

Still, once the two of you were inside, he cracked the cash registers open and told you to take what you wanted. You’d stuffed your pockets full before you realized he wasn’t doing the same. Instead, he was kicking whatever papers he could onto the floors. Then, he took a bottle of vodka–he’d snatched it from the bar on your way out–and started spreading the fluid around on the kindling he’d spread.

You realized what he was doing.

“You ain’t gotta be here for this part.” He winked at you while he produced a matchbook.

You ran for it while he struck a match. You’ll never forget the way he laughed as the building went up. For the next week, you pored over the newspapers, afraid that there would be a headline about someone being inside that building and dying. No such headline ever ran.

The next time you met, he was less manic. He was halfway through a bottle, face down on the bar counter. You pulled up a stool and asked him if he’d run out of things to burn.

“Fuck you,” he replied. “‘M so fuckin’ sick of it.”

“Sick’f what?”

He explained how he’d been working for Kingpin since pretty much the day he rolled in from the wasteland. Kingpin was a miserable boss. Sol kept trying to rise the ranks, but never made it past grunt work.

“I enjoy lightin’ a fire’s much’s the next guy,” he said. “But it ain’t all I wanna do. I was built t’ lead.”

“Y’ can always start your own gang,” you say, before taking a drink. “Not that it’d last that long. Kingpin ain’t exactly friendly to competition.”

“Start my own ‘n knock Kingpin down a few pegs,” he said, miserably.

You drank together that night, commiserating over your various woes. You and he had a lot in common. You hated the same things. You were both miserable with your lots in life. You both desperately needed a change.

Drinking with him became a nightly event. You found yourself looking forward to it, always looking for some event in your day that would be a good story to tell him. Vandalism and petty theft never felt so good before him. You felt less frustrated with life when you were with him–less worthless. He would shower you with compliments, whether it was over your knifework or how easily you could pick a pocket. He even complimented your looks. It made you question his taste, but you knew he was earnest. You could feel the sincerity in the gentle way he kissed you, and looked for any opportunity to put his hands on you.

He first made his offer sitting on your bed, smoking a cigarette. He was naked but for a strip of your blanket strewn over his lap, and it took you a moment to realize he’d spoken at all. You were too busy counting the scars on his tan skin.

“I said–” he said, with exaggerated annoyance. “We’re goin’ for it. I got a group, we’re gonna take Kingpin on.”

“You’re gonna get killed,” you replied, as you held a hand out.

He passed you the cigarette, and you took a deep drag as he spoke.

“Ain’t gonna pretend that ain’t a risk. Hell, I won’t even ask ya’ t’ join me.”

You breathed out, letting the smoke waft above you. “Good, ‘cause there’s no way in hell.”

“But if’n we do it,” he said, carefully. “I’ll give ya’ a job. You’ll have a place with us.” Then, his voice smaller, “With me.”

You threw a pillow at him and made fun of him for being a sap. He laughed and played along, and the both of you ignored the hollow pits in your stomachs as you pretended that emotions and sentiment were bullshit that you didn’t care about.

You started to see him less. Days would go by without him making an appearance at the bar, and he rarely answered his phone. He was always apologetic–there was just so much going on, he told you, and he didn’t want to drag you into it. Days became weeks. Eventually he stopped answering his phone altogether. The last time you saw him at the bar, he looked haggard. He kissed you, hard and fast, and told you,

“I promise. When this’s done, I’ll have a job for ya’. No more bein’ underfoot. It’ll be you ‘n me at the top.”

“Yeah,” you said, not believing it at all. “You ‘n me.”

His kiss left an acrid taste on your lips. Maybe it’s what death tastes like.

After he was gone, you spiraled. Every day you became more sure that he was face down in a ditch, and every day you went a little more apeshit. Rock bottom found you in a holding cell downtown, counting your bruises when Deadeye Detective came by to say hello.

You knew each other back on Prospit. During the war. You weren’t close, but you knew each other well enough for you to feel ashamed at him seeing you like this.

He bailed you out, and he got the charges dropped. He knew a few people, was able to pull some strings. He saved you that night. Not just from your legal troubles, but from yourself. He offered you a job, helped you clean up your mess of a life. Soon enough you were frequenting different bars, with different friends, and you weren’t staring at that empty space on the bar counter anymore.

It was a year before you saw him again. It wasn’t in person.

He was on the TV in your office, and it took you a moment to process. The news anchor referred to him as Peccant Scofflaw, an up and coming real estate mogul. He was well dressed, and his suit looked brand-new, tailored, sharp. He had a fresh haircut and a clean shave. His green eyes seemed brighter than before, and the tie was brighter to match.

He smiled broadly, and every movement was smooth, calculated, charming. Like the version of him you knew was a rough stone that now had been polished into something gleaming and beautiful and utterly unrecognizable.

His skin was grey. Suddenly you could taste his acrid goodbye kiss all over again. You’d heard stories about the Dersites’ dark gods, but you’d never actually…

“That’s him,” Deadeye said.

You were bewildered at Deadeye recognizing him, and wondered whether Dee knew about this guy from your past, until he continued.

“This Peccant Scofflaw is the one who took over Kingpin’s organization. Responsible for Kingpin’s disappearance, too. Allegedly.” He adds the allegedly in a way that meant that he knew damn well that his accusations were true.

“He’s…” You pause, trying to settle on the right thing to say. “Grey.”

Deadeye nodded, flipping through his papers. “It seems he and his accomplices made deals with the Terrors. All of them have powers of some kind. Can only imagine that’s what let them get anywhere near Kingpin.”

Deadeye, it seemed, had been following Scofflaw’s meteoric rise. Scofflaw and his friends had been methodically killing Kingpin’s closest allies, bribing cops, making friends downtown. Dee had already had a few run-ins with them as of late, and he made a point to know what hazards his men would encounter in the future.

This was a hazard that seemed all but unavoidable now, he said. Butting heads with Peccant Scofflaw was going to be the name of the game soon enough.

When you got home that night, you lay in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling. He was alive. You’d mourned him and he was alive the whole time.

He actually made it. He did what he set out to do. And meanwhile, you…

When a letter arrived later that week, you weren’t surprised. It had been slipped under your door, a black envelope with “for SS” written on the front with neon green ink. The paper inside just said:

Club Twilight. Usual time. Show this letter to the bouncer.

P.S.

When quitting time came, you declined your co-workers’ offers to hang out and went out into the night alone. You walked the whole way there, trying to think of what to say to him. Trying to anticipate how he’ll react to what you are now, how you’ll react to what he is now.

Club Twilight wasn’t new, but the name was. Some time ago it had been branded differently, something hoity-toity and regal. It had remodeled recently, under new management, and it occurred to you now who the new management obviously was. It had always been a popular place for the city’s well-to-do to drink, dance and exclude anyone who didn’t meet their standards, but it’d gained a new lease on life with its younger, hipper new ownership.

Sure enough, flashing the letter gets you right in, despite the long line of wannabe elites queued up at the entrance. You’re escorted past the bar and the dancefloor to a private booth. It’s quieter here, the music dulled so that it can’t impede conversation. He’s waiting for you there. He looks exactly as he did on television, and his smile is tight and controlled as he thanks the bouncer for showing you here. He asks the bouncer to fetch him drinks. Soon enough, you had a glass of the most expensive bourbon in town sitting in front of you.

Once the bouncer is gone and it’s just the two of you, his posture shifts. His smile becomes more like the one you’re used to, and when he looks you in the eye you get that old familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach.

“Surprise!” he says, and he reaches over to give you a little shove. “Didn’t think I could do it, didja?”

You shake your head, chuckling. “I thought y’ were dead. Started wonderin’ if I should hold a, I dunno, a funeral or somethin’.”

“Didn’t mean t’ worry ya’,” he said, before taking a drink. “Things got dicey. Had t’ cut contact with anyone not in my circle. Kingpin woulda’ killed anyone he thought I’d miss.”

There were so many things you wanted to ask. Why did he do it? Why was it so important? What did he have to do to get all of this? What is he willing to do to keep it? Why couldn’t he just stay with you? Why weren’t you enough?

What you actually said was, “Yeah, okay.”

“But I did it!” he continues, not missing a beat. “Th’ old man’s dead ‘n buried, ‘n I’m in charge now. At the rate we’re going, we’ll have the whole city consolidated under us within a month, and–”

“‘We’?”

“My guys, you know! I toldja I had guys. We call ourselves th’ Twilight Scoundrels. ‘Sa cool name, right?”

You nod.

He tells you about them. He talks about them with a level of affection you couldn’t help but envy. He’s allowed to have friends, obviously, and you recognize some of their names having come up in conversation long before all this started. But this whole time, they got to be part of his life, and you got shoved to the side. He invited them to his stupid suicide mission, and not you.

Not that you would have said yes. You would have, in a heartbeat.

The night goes on, and he continues talking about everything he’s done, that he’s doing, that he plans to do. More hospitals, more museums, concert halls. Culture. It sounds amazing, when you don’t think too hard about where the money comes from. You used to not think about that sort of thing–hell, even when you knew, you didn’t care.

You weren’t that person anymore.

“Ah–I forgot t’ even ask!” He says, finally, breaking away from his self-aggrandizing reverie to focus his attention on you. “Didja ever settle on a name?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“Well?” he leans in closer. “C’mon, don’ keep me in suspense!”

“Scout,” you say, shrugging. “Snooping Scout.”

He claps. “It’s great. I love it. I can do so much with that, I c’n call ya’ Snoopy, Snoop, Scoot, Scooter…”

“Aw jeez, Sol, don’ start with that.”

“It’s adorable, I will not be tamed, ‘n also,” his voice becomes very firm. “I ain’t Sol no more. It’s Scoff now.”

“Scoff,” you repeat.

“Anyway,” he says, shifting his tone and posture. “I dunno if you’ve noticed, but I got ulterior motives in bringin’ ya’ here. I made ya’ a promise, after all.”

He was making his pitch. That’s what all of this was. Laying out your coworkers, giving you the mission statement.

“Whaddya’ say?” He asked, smiling ear to ear. “Wanna be a Twililght Scoundrel?”

You smiled too, but it wasn’t the same as his.

“Listen, Scoff–” He started to pick up on your tone the minute you started, and his expression wavered. “I jus’ wanted t’ see ya’ again. It’s a temptin’ offer, but I gotta turn it down.”

“Y’ sure?” He insisted, reading your face carefully. “I mean, this’s a dream offer. The guys’ll love ya’. Most’f ‘em, anyway.”

You shook your head.

“Nah. I got a good team now. I promised ‘em I’d stick to the straight ‘n narrow.”

He threw himself back in his booth seat, covering his face with one hand. “Straight? Y’ went straight? Tell me it ain’t so. What’d y’ do that for?!”

“For gettin’ caught too many times, that’s what for.” You drank again.

“Baby, darlin’.” He flung his hands in the air. “You ain’t never gettin’ caught again! Th’ police all answer t’ me now!”

You chuckled a little, and finished your drink. “Thanks. I mean, it sounds great, but it ain’t for me. I jus’ wanted t’ give ya’ my answer in person.”

He shifted in his seat, becoming more rigid, closed off. He folded his arms on the table, in front of him, and he stopped meeting your gaze.

“... Yeah. Sure. Fine,” he says. He motioned with one hand, and soon, the bouncer was back. “Take my guest back outside.”

And just like that, you were back on the street.

It wasn’t long before you saw him again. You and the boys had gotten a lead that the Scoundrels were planning a break-in. You caught them as they were splitting up to make their getaway. You and Deadeye took off after Scofflaw as Demo and Brawler followed Innovator and Delinquent. Scofflaw darted into a dark alley, and once the three of you were deep enough in, he stopped running and turned to face his pursuers. He had a grin on his face as he looked up at Detective.

And then he saw you.

He stared at you a moment, his smile slipping. His gaze returned to Detective, then you, then Detective again, then you.

Then he laughed.

It was a laugh you hadn’t heard in years. The same laugh you heard that first night, as he set that building ablaze. He held his arms out at his side, and with a quick tensing of his hands, purple flame erupted from his palms.

When you first met him, he was different–but the makings of Peccant Scofflaw were there from day one.

#mobsterswitch #problem sleuth #midnight crew #mspa #writing #fanfiction

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clumsiestgiantess · 7 months

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I was thinking of posting some g/t dream plots after seeing this post because they do make good little stories but I also don’t want to start another another ANOTHER (x20) new story. Please take these two off my hands, and if people like them I’ll try to dig up some more.

A very out-of-the-blue g/t dream:

So there’s this ship of lively seafaring crew who deliver goods across the world like merchants. They’re a tightly-knit family, taking in most people who ask to join because those who ask often come from nothing or very little. It all started with a man and his wife who lost their son early on, and had since brought up their boat, business, and family through sheer willpower and determination. The old couple are still the most powerful command on the ship despite having long given the role of captain off to one of their many adopted children/crew.

One day during a storm, the newest member of the crew, a scrawny lil guy who everyone’s grown to love, falls overboard into the ocean. The crew is heartbroken, especially the old couple, who saw their son in the boy. However, once the storm subsides, the wife claims she still feels he’s alive. At the next port, the couple announces that they’re going back to find the boy, and gather supplies for however long the journey might take. Many of the crew doubt he’s alive, but go along anyway, they are a family after all.

They sail back to where the boy fell overboard, (altogether it had been months since then after finding harbor, and then supplies, and then the slow return trip scouring the ocean) and another storm blows in exactly where the original one was, dragging the whole ship down into the sea by massive waves. By then, the rest of the crew had retreated below deck, but everyone blacks out the moment the ship goes down. When they awake, they find the ship plowed into the beach of an island. An uncharted one at that. Size is flipped here. Bugs are the size of houses and wild jungle cats that prowl around are only kitten sized. Grass and flowers become trees while real trees take the place of grass and flowers.

Unfortunately the crew, having been on the boat when they were transported, shrank with the size of the ship, which was fairly large. They’re fighting for survival the best they can, but it’s not going very well. Suddenly, the ground shakes and through the jungle brush steps the kid. The storm had taken him to the island as well, growing him to mingiant height. He recognizes the ship (now the size of a rowboat) and rushes over to find his family all alive and unharmed. A happy little reunion occurs as both the kid and the family gush over how they never thought they’d see eachother again. The boy takes them back to his little home that he made so everyone’s safe.

That’s as far as the dream took me, but I like to imagine they made a new boat and got out, maybe restoring their heights in the process.

A g/t dream that happened suspiciously soon after seeing the Antman Quantumainia movie:

The dream started out with two lovers, a guy and girl, both scientists and inventors. Though none of their insane inventions actually worked/were given funding, they gathered enough money to buy a countryside cottage house far away from their problems and start a new life. They were married and worked on funky lil projects together. Their inventions progressively kept getting crazier until one day they cracked the code for inter-molecular travel. (This could cure any number of viral diseases by going in and fighting them head on, and even genetic ones by potentially re-organizing cell reproduction to skip over harmful strands of DNA)

They celebrate their victory and the husband suddenly starts crying. His partner asks what’s wrong and he says ‘nothing! I- I’m glad we figured this out in time!’ Apparently he has cancer and isn’t going to be around nearly as long as he thought. However, before they test the machine to try and save him, a Kang-the-Conqueror-type villain appears out of the new machine and tries to take over. The husband and him duke it out while the wife desperately tries to fix the machine to send him back.

Husband manages to cut the villain’s suit (which he needs to breathe in such a new world, like a space suit) and the villain dies. Shortly afterwards Husband falls to the ground having been given a fatal injury in the fight. There isn’t a hospital for miles around, and even then it would be too late. Her husband dies in her arms.

(timeskip)

A few years later, a new person moves to town. She’s a young inventor wannabe herself and heard rumors of the secluded widow that was once a brilliant mind. She finds her tinkering with stupid machines (like the unserious ones from the funnier mad scientists in Honey I Shrunk the Kids, Back to the Future, Epic, etc), and gets barred from entering by some crazy device.

As an aspiring inventor herself, she reverse-engineers the device that’s stopping her from getting inside and tries to talk with the woman. At first she keeps giving no answers and telling her to leave, but the newcomer is persistent and keeps coming back to help. Eventually the two come to some friendship. The younger one becomes her apprentice, but also teaches her a few things herself being only a few years younger than the older inventor.

One day Apprentice finds the old inter-molecular travel machine and (being science-y and studying it for a moment) realizes what it’s for. She excitedly asks if it works — if it’s possible — but gets immediately shut down and the machine is yanked from her hands and hidden away again. Inventor tells her it’s not safe and she should never touch it again. Of course, where would our story be if she listened to that?

Apprentice secretly takes the machine home and works on it herself, getting it to run after working on it for some time. In her spare time (and possibly by stealing parts from Inventor) she builds a small spaceship-looking vessel that can take her down where the machine goes. She boots up the thing in her front yard (the ship is too big to be in the house and the backyard is too wooded) and goes on her own. Wow! So many cool things! She’s having an awesome time and doesn’t understand why Inventor was so scared of it.

(we zoom back out to the normal front yard)

Apprentice put her small dog behind a locked dog door to keep him from messing around in the yard while she does her thing. Unfortunately, the mailman comes up to the porch to deliver a package, stepping past the machine with nothing but a confused look. The little dog goes nuts the moment the mailman steps onto the porch and bursts through the flimsy plastic to chase him. He runs off the front porch and trips over the machine, damaging it before quickly speeding away.

The machine is rapidly dying and the ship can sense it, sending out an alarm. Apprentice rushes back to the surface before the connection is cut, but doesn’t make it in time. She’s stuck at about half a centimeter tall. Some weird cells/creatures grow with her too and she sees them all spasm and die in front of her through the ship’s windshield, simultaneously realizing that if she were to step outside, the air would be too large to breathe and she would die too. Thankfully, both the suit and the craft have the ability to synthesize smaller air from the larger one. However, she’s still trapped at a ridiculously small size.

A day later, Inventor comes looking for her because she didn’t show up to the house. She becomes terrified as she looks into the front yard and sees the dead machine. Had a similar fight occurred to the one she witnessed? Was her friend lying dead somewhere, and the Kang person wandering around ready to take the world?

Thankfully not; the now much smaller Apprentice made camp by the machine and Inventor spots it while assessing damages to it, figuring out what must’ve happened in her head. Her friend isn’t in the camp (off scavenging to survive) and she fears that they died. Inventor calls to Apprentice in a normal voice, which would be like shouting through a megaphone to their very tiny friend. Apprentice rushes back to camp, waving her arms wildly, so so happy that they were found before the inevitable happened. Inventor tells her to get in the ship (which is reinforced to go through the entry and exit phases) and brings it carefully inside to a counter where she can see her better.

Thankfully, there’s an intercom on the ship for talking between the person out in the suit and the people on the ship (just like any space suit). Inventor reprograms it and is able to hear their friend through the intercom. Apprentice starts crying, apologizing to Inventor over and over again, saying that she was right, it was dangerous and she should’ve listened to her but now it’s too late. Inventor gently calms her down.

Though she’s angry that her friend used the machine after she warned her about it, she’s clearly learned her lesson, and worse. Apprentice gets scared and sad (as anyone in her situation would be) telling Inventor that she’s ruined her life and will be stuck like that forever. See, if you stop the process halfway through, whatever height you stop at becomes your new true biological height. Trying to pull her back up with the machine won’t work because her systems wouldn’t see that as bringing her back to normal height. That is her normal height now.

After the initial terrifying few days of organizing things and getting used to simply being around someone so vastly different in scale, Inventor comes up with an idea to create a machine that basically does the opposite of what the old one did. It could be used to vastly grow someone instead of vastly shrink them. Apprentice dejectedly points out that she thought of that already, and did the math. The process will multiply anything’s mass instead of dividing it, simple as that. At a normal human size, that would multiply two big numbers together and make them absolutely massive. At her size, the number would be much smaller. At best she’d be about six inches tall.

Inventor nods, having done the math themselves, and asks her ‘surely you’d rather be the length of my hand than the length of a pen tip, right?’ Apprentice agrees and they set to work. Time goes by and their relationship grows ever closer as they learn to live together and trust eachother.

At last, the machine is done. Apprentice steps in and grows to — as calculated — about six inches tall. At last she doesn’t need the suit to talk and breathe; she doesn’t need to hide away from everything, even the sun itself, which was a lot hotter as half a centimeter tall; she doesn’t need to constantly be surrounded by food and heat in her little ship, lest she quickly freeze or starve to death. Overjoyed, the two share an awkward little g/t embrace. Both celebrating the fact that they can easily walk around and talk to the other without fear.

Time goes by and they become even closer through various little g/t scenarios — closer than either expected. After a while, they decide to destroy both machines and any records of them permanently. They’re way too dangerous to be kept around. Apprentice can’t go through the growing one twice (cells would stretch to decay) and Inventor is too afraid to mess with the shrinking one to try and make her height more accommodating to Apprentice.

This duel destruction actually negates all previous effects, and Apprentice suddenly pops back to normal size. The two happily share a true embrace for the first time in years. A bit of romance/drama stuff ensues as both struggle with their feelings for the other, which grew from friendship to love while they were living together. Eventually, Apprentice tells Inventor that she loves her and Inventor gets even more conflicted because they love her too but.. her husband.

Idk what happens in between (there was a very poorly timed timeskip, but because of the ending I know they end up together)

So I imagine Inventor learns to let go and move on. I remember watching a Studio Ghibli looking montage of pretty hand-drawn backgrounds (since the thing is animated in my dream) of them doing things that lovers do. There was a heartwarming ending scene where they add their first true invention they made together to the little memorial that Inventor and her husband made of their first one.

The end I think. I woke up after that. Honestly my favorite g/t dream to date, despite not being in it myself.

#again if anyone wants to write or draw these #be my guest #i don’t think I’ll do much more than daydream about them #g/t #giant tiny

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faesjy · 10 months

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part 1 of the brooklyn99 x marauders crossover

PILOT

[We start off with James Potter walking out of a car. We hear his voice-over while he ducks over some tape, heading inside a store.]

JAMES: [Dramatically] This job is eating me alive. I can't breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I'm not becoming like them. I am them.

REGULUS: Hey! What are you doing, idiot?

[The camera pans onto a frustrated Regulus Black. We then see James projecting his face onto multiple TV screens inside the store, using what seems to be a video camera that's attached to the ten monitors.]

JAMES: I'm doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. Or actually, ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. [He stares at the screens of himself.] 'Sup?

REG: Get it together, man. Okay?

[Regulus is now talking with the store owner. He has a notebook open, and a pen in hand.]

REG: So the store was hit about two hours ago. They took mostly tablets, laptops, and cameras.

[We hear a keyboard playing an 80s hip-hop beat. James is seen fiddling with it.]

JAMES: Sorry.

[He stops the music. Regulus returns back to the store owner.]

REG: I'd like a list of all your employees, whoever had access to the store. I'd also like to apologize for my partner. His parents gave him too much attention and now he believes he is the centre of the world.

JAMES: Uh, Detective... [regulus looks to james slowly.] I already solved the case. We're looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms.

REG: [Walking over to James.] And how do you know that?

JAKE: I had an informant on the inside. He's been here for years. Watching, learning. Waiting. His code name? [He holds up a stuffed bear.] Fuzzy Cuddle bear. He's a nanny cam. [He flips the bear over to show the electronic device inside, which appears to be the end of a camera.]

REG: [Scoffs] You got lucky.

JAMES: No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera. [He plugs the camera into the TV screens, broadcasting the recorded video of two guys stealing. We see their face clearly.] Oh! Hi, bad guys! [He looks to the bear] You did it, fuzzy. You busted 'em. It's time to come home.

JAMES: [Imitating the Fuzzy while holding him up.] I'm not sure if I can. I've been undercover so long, I've forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven't known the touch of a woman in many moons.

REGULIS: [Turning away.] All right.

JAMES: [Still imitating Fuzzy, however there is desperation in his voice.] Detective Black! Don't walk away from me!

[At the precinct.]

[James is bringing in the thieves from the store, heading over to the hold-up cells. While putting them in, he ends up bumping into Regulus while trying to get out. Regulus holds his hands up in defense, James pretends as if nothing happens, grinning stupidly.]

[We are then guided into the briefing room. It is 8:31 AM.]

[James is sitting down, in a room full of detectives when he looks to everyone.]

JAMES: Yes, I did crack the case. So, Black, would you do the honors?

[Regulus, frustrated, sighs and gets up from heisspot, heading over to a board. There is a small table in the corner of the board, which has a row called 'Potter', and another called 'Black'. Under Potter, it has 23, and under Black, it has 22.]

[Regulus sighs]

JAMES: Ah, yeah. And you're just gonna add one.

[Regulus changes the 23 to a 24. However, he wrote it really small.]

JAMES: I'm winning.

[The whole room applauds, cheering the situation on.]

[Regulus sighs, again.]

JAMES: It's a good feeling. It's a good feeling. Yeah.

REGULUS: [Returning to his seat.] Enjoy it while it lasts.

JAMES: I will!

[Remus Lupin is now standing up front. He is going to start up the briefing. There is a TV behind him.]

REMUS: Potter, update on the Morgenthau murder?

[James standing up from his spot, heading to the front of the room. There is now a slideshow on the TV which James is controlling.] Yeah! Good news for all you murder fans. Earlier this morning someone decided to shoot and kill luxury food importer Henry Morgenthau. [He flipped through the slides of the murder scene from the TV.] Body was found by the cleaning lady, during her interview, I deduced, using expert Detective work, that she had something super gross on her chin. [He changed the slide to the woman, and zoomed in on the white blemish on her chin. We see Peter Pettigrew perk up on his seat.]

PETER: I think it was flan.

JAMES: Peter thinks it was flan. I think it was butterscotch pudding.

[We now see Dorcas Meadowes with her legs on the table and crossed arms.]

DORCAS:Maybe it was just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.

JAMES: Oldie gunk. Could be, yeah. Anyone else?

REMUS: How about we focus on the murder and not the old person gunk?

REG: Crime techs are at the scene now. We're heading back when they're done.

REMUS: Okay, I want you on this. It's gonna be priority one for the new C.O.

DORCAS: Wait, tell us about the new Captain.

REMUS: Captain McGonnagal will be here soon. She'll wanna introduce herself. Dismissed.

[Everyone gets up from their seats and heads out the room.]

[We see Sirius Black at his desk. There is a template that says 'Sirius Black Civilian Administrator'. He is filing his nails, leaned back on his chair, unbothered. Peter comes up to him, smiling wide and sitting in the seat in front of his desk.]

PETER: Hey, Sirius. You know any scalpers? I wanna ask Dorcas to go to the Rihanna concert with me, but it's sold out. [The camera zones on Dorcas at the end of the room, getting a paper out of the file box.]

SIRIUS: Okay, two points to make here. First, Rihanna... You... [he looks disappointing.] And then Rihanna. [he flares his hands in the air to emphasize on the point.]

PETER: Yeah. What's your second point?

SIRIUS: She's got a type. Which is really anyone but you.

PETER: Yeah, that was my ex-wife's type too.

SIRIUS: Look, a Rihanna concert's a pretty big swing, man. I don't know. She's into watching old movies.

PETER: Cool. Where would I find a place that shows old movies?

SIRIUS: Oh, yeah, just go on the Internet and search for the phrase "I want to buy two movie tickets for a girl who doesn't like me."

PETER: Great. [Genuinely thinking he has given him good advice. He stands up to leave.] Thank you.

SIRIUS: [as he is leaving] Good...

[Reg is leaning against James' desk.]

REG: Hey, you heard anything about the new Captain?

JAMES: Uh, no, and I don't care. I just wish Captain McGintley never left, he was the best.

REG: He was terrible. You just liked him 'cause he let you do anything you wanted.

[We see a flashback of James and Dorcas on their chairs in an open space inside the precinct. They have fire extinguishers in hand and it's pretty clear on what they want to accomplish. Everyone is around them, anticipated for the outcomes while clapping and cheering along.]

JAMES: On your marks, get set...

[The Captain's officer doors open and in comes who we presume is Captain McGintley. Everyone stops.]

MCGINTLEY: What the hell's going on around here?

JAMES: Fire extinguisher roller chair derby?

MCGINTLEY: Okay.

[He goes back into his office, closing the door behind him.]

JAMES: And go!

[They shoot the extinguishers which projects them through the precinct, however it isn't as fast and powerful as a rocket launcher, however they do get pretty far.]

JAMES: Yeah!!

[We now get back from the flashback, where Regulus is looking at James with disappointment.]

JAMES: What's your point?

[he sighs.]

REGULUS: If I'm ever gonna make Captain, I need a good mentor. I need my rabbi.

JAMES: Sorry, dude. But this new guy's gonna be another washed-up pencil pusher who's only concerned with [He imitates a robot.] Following every rule in the patrol guide. Meep morp zeep. Robot Captain Engage.

WOMAN: Is that what you think?

[We now see a woman behind James, who is staring him down. She has the new Captain uniform on, and seems to be the new Captain, Minerva McGonnagal.]

JAMES: He-hey! New Captain alert. [He stands up.] You must be the new C.O. I'm Detective James Potter. Great to meet you.

MCGONNAGAL: Now don't let me interrupt. You were describing what kind of person I'm gonna be. I'd like you to finish.

JAMES: That's not necessary. [McGonnagal stares at him, and James is sort of intimidated.] Or I could recap very quickly, sure. Um, let's see. I think I said some joke about being a washed-up pencil pusher.

MCGONNAGAL: Now do the robot voice.

JAMES: Which-

MCGONAGALL : The robot voice you were doing when you implied I'm a rule-following robot. I wanna hear it again.

[James looks around the room where everyone is watching the scene happen. Regulus seems rather proud in the moment, clearly enjoying the scene.]

JAMES: [Softy, slowly and without any enthusiasm.] Meep morp zarp. Robot.

MCGONAGALL: That's a terrible robot voice.

JAMES: Yep.

MCGONAGALL: The next time I see you, I'd like you to be wearing a necktie.

[McGonagall starts to leave.]

JAMES: Oh, actually, the last Captain didn't care if we wore ties.

MCGONAGALL: [Stopping just before he enters his new office.] Well, your new Captain does. And more importantly, she cares that you follow her direct orders. [She then turns to the rest of the detectives and officers in the precinct.] Everyone, I'm your new commanding officer, Captain Minnie McGonagall.

REG: Speech!

MCGONAGALL : That was my speech.

REG: Short and sweet.

[in minnie's office]

MCGONAGALL : [Standing up and heading to her office window, looking over the precinct.] Tell me about your Detective squad.

REMUS: Um... Well, Barty and Evan [we see two men talking by the vending machines, giggling among themselves, most likely plotting something] They're pretty much worthless, but they make good coffee.

MCGONAGALL : Copy that.

REMUS: Now the good ones. Dorcas Meadowes.

[We see a woman at her desk, browsing online. The internet seems to be slow since she tapped the TV with her hand once. Then again. Then multiple times in a row.] Tough, smart, hard to read, and really scary.

[Flashback time. It is Christmas, and we see Evan at the printer when Dorcas comes in.]

DORCAS: Tell me who has me for Secret Santa.

EVAN: No! That takes all the fun out of it.

[EVAN is smiling, but Dorcas is far from happy. She glares at him while Barty pales slightly.]

EVAN: It's Barty. He got you a scarf. I'll make him return it.

DORCAS: Yes, you will.

[Back to the present.]

REMUS: Peter Pettigrew

REMUS: He's a grinder. Not the most brilliant Detective, but he works harder than anyone else, he really does.

[Flashback to Peter in the staff kitchen, ready to eat a muffin only to drop it on the floor.

PETER: Oh, man! My muffin. [He goes to pick it up, but his head hits the counter instead.] Ahh! Oh, my head! [He looks to the muffin which he accidentally stepped on.] My muffin, my head! And I stepped on the- On my muffin! And my head and my muffin.

[Back to the present.]

REMUS: Regulus Black.

[We cut to Regulus at his desk. A ball of elastics in hand, and his face scrunched up, concentrated.]

REMUS: He’s got mommy issues and a weird love-hate relationship with his brother Sirius, so he’s always trying to prove he's tough.

[Flashback to Reg pouring hot sauce over his hotdog in the staff room.]

BARTY: Careful. That stuff's pretty hot.

[he puts down his sandwich, staring at Barty.]

REG: Oh, is it? Hmm? [he puts more sauce on his sandwich, until the top is filled with sauce. He goes to eat it, some sauce dripping onto his hand. His face starts to scrunch up, and he's gagging, spitting the food right out. Barty doesn't even bat an eye.]

[Back to the present. We see the camera zoom in on James at his desk. He and Regulus have close desks, and we can see that in the frame.]

REMUS: He and Potter have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year. Ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up.

MCGONAGALL : Tell me about Potter.

[James now has an action figure in hand of a police man, and is examining it. In the light, out of the light, everywhere.]

REMUS: James Potter is my best Detective. He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn't solved is how to grow up.

MCGONAGALL : That was very well put.

REMUS: I've talked a lot about James in my departmentally mandated therapy sessions.

MCGONAGALL : Look, you know my history. You know how important this is to me. This precinct is doing fine, but I wanna make it the best one in Brooklyn. And I need your help.

[later]

[McGonagall is in her office with Sirius sitting in front of her desk, seeming that McGonagall has asked him to chat.]

MCGONAGALL: So, Sirius. Civilian administrators like yourself often have their ear to the ground. What do Black and Potter have riding on this bet of theirs?

SIRIUS: I will tell you under six conditions. Number one, you let me use your office to practice electric guitar. Second-

MCGONAGALL : How about this? If you tell me-

SIRIUS: Mm-hmm.

MCGONAGALL : I won't have you suspended without pay.

SIRIUS: Oh, that sounds great. [McGonagall sits down.] Okay, the deal is if Regulus gets more arrests, James has to give him his car. It's an old Mustang, and it's pretty sweet. If he gets more arrests, he has to go on a date with him. He guarantees it will end in sex, -which makes me uncomfortable because Reg is my brother but oh well-, I bet on at least some over-the-clothes action. At the very least, some touching-

MCGONAGALL : No, that's enough, Sirius.

SIRIUS: Caresses. I could see James showing up in a silk robe.

MCGONAGALL : That's enough, Sirius.

SIRIUS: All right.

MCGONAGALL : Thank you.

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that was the first part, any feedback is appreciated :)

- jules

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nihoniums-fantrolls · 2 years

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Catch ups and Revelations : Part 2

[ YIPPEE part 2 !! Here's part one!! Enjoy :3c ]

Jack has been researching- a lot. While the technology of the machine they arrived in wasn't alternia tech, there was a good amount of books that could help him understand how those mechanisms worked in the first place. You'd be surprised how close the two planets' technology could be- putting aside the design choices. Obviously, this took him a long, long time- ever since Alex's attack, he has been working even harder towards his goal.

It took him what was probably two or three months of almost non-stop working, which worried Maud quite a bit. Every time Jack would fall asleep at his makeshift desk, she'd bring him a blanket. Every time he was about to leave for a long time alone, she'd drag him back just for a bit of relaxation. She was worried the man would kill himself out of exhaustion.

One fateful day, when he was observing the machine in their hiding spot, with Nigrip guarding the place, Jack finally figured it out- what the engine needed to be able to work again! A strange mix of melted crystals that, apparently, worked alongside a magnetic field to be able to teleport... Or something. He wasn't sure how exactly it worked, but it was the most compelling solution he had found! The inner machinery seemed to hint to it, anyway.It's not a solid conclusion, but it's something. And at this point, it was everything to him.

"FUCK YEAH!" The red haired man yelled, hands in the air- the book he was using settled in his laps.

"You found it?!" Nigrip's pupils widened as she rushed to him, lifting him up in the air. "FUCK YEAH DUDE! You genius!"

"HEY- PUT ME DOWN!" Jack wiggled in the troll's arms before being dropped on the ground. "But yeah! I think I got it! It's some sort of melted crystal mix... I bet this will help Maud refresh her memory- I'm sure she'll know what kind of rocks it is"

"... Might be hard to find, though- I mean crystals like that gotta be under empire's supervision... Under the fleet's protection, even-" the troll smirked "I always wanted to get to those fuckers!"

"Woah woah- chill" Jack chuckled "one thing at a time, right? First let's tell the others! It's gonna blow their damn mind"

"Ahah! ya got it mister genius" she playfully hit jack's arm "Alright, let's head off"

And with that, the two excitedly made their way back to the base! Jack entered with a bright smile- a rare sight. He proceeded to loudly announce "GUYS- GUYS! I GOT IT" to the entire bar- and very quickly, two humans came rushing in, alongside a troll who was slightly lagging behind.

"Got what, kid?" Jet asked, amused.

"The fuel! I know what we need!"

"You what?!" Elie gasped, putting a hand over her mask, trying to contain the tears of joy she was about to let loose.

"Jack! That's awesome! " Alex rushed in to squeeze Jack into a tight embrace- leaving the red head to squirm like a worm out of his grip.

"Alex- ALEX-"

"Ah- Sorry- Sorry!" Jack was instantly let go, leaving Alex to apologize profusely.

"So you cracked the code, huh?" Jet asked.

"Well uh- partially ! I know we'll need a sort of mix of different crystals- but I don't know which ones exactly... Though Maud could help with that! Speaking of-" Jack looked around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of the futuristic girl. "... Where is she?"

"Beats me!" Elie replied with a shrug "I don't think she went out though, she'd never go without a warning or something"

"Maybe she's in her VR thingy?- She's been using it a lot as of late..." Alex suggested.

"Go 'n find her, me and Nigrip are gonna prepare ya four a good old celebration party!" Jet winked, signing Jack to go.

The man's first instinct was to check Maud's room- obviously! It was where she'd end up most of the time, when they weren't spending time together.... But it seemed she wasn't here, huh... Strange....

Jack was starting to worry- Maud rarely, if ever, went out alone, especially not without telling someone about it. As he kept walking through the dead silent barman's place, he heard the quiet shuffling of papers from a specific room... His room. The room in which he spent most of his time tirelessly searching for the truth about this god forsaken Machine.

As he opened the door and stepped in, his heart was beating like crazy- did a troll break into their base? Was it the end for them? Thankfully, all worries were lifted off his shoulders as soon as he saw the familiar figure of Maud in the room.

"Ah- Maud! Thank fuck you're here I-"

He was stoped dead in his track as his eyes took more of the current scene, Maud wasn't just organising the papers around- she was tearing them apart piece by piece. The entire room was just a cemetery for Jack's months worth of research.

The red head's face instantly changed as the girl just stared at him helplessly- her expression was completely unreadable as she froze like a deer in headlights.

"Maud... What the Fuck are you doing" Jack spoke, his voice quiet and shaky, before he repeated himself, this time, louder and "what the FUCK are you doing??!"

#niho's writing #fankid lore #jack Auxford #maud anny johnson #alex ricwood #elie deville #Nigrip fereel #jet #tee hees see you soon for part 3 or smth idk

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twyam-if · 2 years

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Update #1

Goals for this week:

-Writing/Mapping out the character creation, prologue, and outlining the rest of the story.

-Figuring out how Twine works...again.

-Revealing two, new characters. One of them is an RO!

-Special surprise!

-Answer more asks.

I'm going to strangle Tumblr. I saved this draft twice and both times it never saved it. Stares into the abyss in pain, eats my mango ice-cream in despair.

In any case, I uh, should’ve started with this. Whoops!

Welcome to the update notes! I wanted to post these on Saturday instead of Monday, but unfortunately I was busy with a prior engagement on Saturday to properly write this out.

I'm currently in the middle of out-lining and writing out the character creation. For the prologue, I just need to continue writing it out. Which means, hopefully in a few more weeks or less, I can post the prologue for everyone and start working on Chapter One. I'm still in the midst of outlining my story as I did have a general idea of it, but after adding in more scenes and fleshing it out, I got so inspired and I ended up thinking of more scenes. Suffice to say, this will take a while lmao

Coding is pain. I write the story in a seperate document, and yet the HTML/CSS say: "Hey, you added something wrong and there's 50+ errors."

Me:

Hopefully, I can show you guys a template of what the game will look like soon. I want to make the template first before I implement the story into it!

It's ironic because I like to code, but coding makes me cry.

Next, I can safely say that I can show you guys two more characters that will be important in your journey! One of them is an RO, but the other isn't. Depending on the popularity of the other guy, though...well, we'll see when we get there!

It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that I could have shared the other RO, but I thought because that they contained spoilers that I didn't put them there, but after looking through my notes again...this character doesn't really have spoilers that is aimed towards the story. So like...

Me: Stares into the abyss again.

I'll post the two characters up later after I finish preparing them, but I'm going to make a seperate post that will contain the ROs and characters that are important to the story. I'll link it to the pinned post!

As for the special surprise, I will show you guys a glimpse of the world of Romaen in 'journal entry' forms later down the line. Out of anyone in Romaen, this specific character would be the one to record everything in perfect detail.

To add onto this: These logs are all made by a completely different RO that will be revealed in the future. Their appearance is a spoiler so I'll leave them anonymous, and I'll also hide some areas where there's going to be spoilers. I do eventually want to add these onto the game as a form of Codex, so you'll be able to see a small summary of what the world will contain, but we'll see what happens down the line.

I hope you guys enjoy them!

Thank you guys for being patient with me. I'll continue answering asks in a timely manner, and hopefully, I'm showing you small cracks and glimpses of what my book will contain.

I'll see you guys again in asks soon, and stay safe everyone!

#castor talks #twyam #twyam if #castor updates

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xarrixii · 1 month

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Cinder_34 : "In the Nowhere" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

CW: previous chapter | beginning | masterlist

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Garry Roy clicked the butt-end of a pen against his cheek, staring at the monitor absentmindedly. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes occasionally darting at the black phone screen on the desk.

With a low sigh, Garry reaches for the phone and unlocks it, sloppily punching in the numbers and putting it up to his ear to ring.

After the fifth try, he almost throws the thing back onto the desk, setting his head in his hand. “Damn it. Old hag.” Then he starts bouncing the clicker on the pen on the metal, staring again into the monitor.

“You okay in there, Roy?” Chief Kepler called from outside the office.

Sometimes he forgot they’d installed glass walls/doors for people to look in. Said police couldn’t have any secrets.

“Fine,” he replied a little too gruffly.

As fine as having your kid go missing could reasonably be. A kid with police training who got caught up in their mother’s mess.

Garry rubbed his eyes, hitting the call button on the phone again and hitting speaker, to no avail. He tried to look at anything but the report on the screen, the one he’d written up himself about his own damn kid.

“Where the hell d’ya go, Al?” he whispers, slumping over further in the chair.

He shouldn’t have waited half a month. He should have just called Urban, should’ve called Amaterasu sooner than he had.

After a long pause, Garry uploaded a file into the empty space where it was meant to be on the report. The clearest photo with just Alph they had—kid always took pictures exclusively with others—their senior photo.

Alph had spent so much time arguing with the school to let them pick one with Urban in it, one that wasn’t a joke. School (and Urban) had insisted on a serious one though. And like hell was Garry about to put… they called it a meme, right? on a missing persons file. Which meant Alph was resting, smiling, against their first motorcycle. Garry still remembered the jokes they’d tried to crack for an honest grin. In the end, it was just letting Urban smile disappointedly, shaking his head, that got them there.

The glass door cracked open, Kepler strolling in with his arms crossed, nodding at the computer. “You’re free to go home. I’ll finish it.”

“I still got a whole day of work ahead of,”

“Non-negotiable. You got a little boy at home yet to take care of. We’ll call you if we need ya. Get outta here.”

Garry’s mouth pulls taut, slowly rising from the chair and pocketing the phone. “You’re sure?”

“If I say it’s an order as your chief rather than a worried friend, does it help?”

He responds with only a grumble.

“We’re all worried about your kid, Roy. Whatever mess they’ve gotten themselves into, whoever pulled them in’s coming out fucked up.”

“Encouraging violence?”

Kepler only shrugs. “Some people deserve it.”

Damn straight, Garry thinks, mind drifting to Amaterasu again.

“Seriously, get outta here. Go home. Take the little guy out for ice cream. Just get your mind off of this. Your job is being a father right now, not a cop.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Garry groans. “I’m leavin’.”

Upon seeing Alph’s truck gone from the lot, Garry had made a mad dash to the elevator, finger jabbing into the call button several times.

“Don’t make it come any faster.” Someone said from behind him.

“‘Kid called it a psychological trick once. Damn me if I don’t wanna believe it right about now.”

The guy snickered lightheartedly. “Guess so.”

When the elevator doors pulled open, Garry had practically pried them the rest of the way just to get back into his apartment on the 34th floor a little bit faster. All the rooms had access to one set of security camera codes: the parking lot. To watch their cars without having to come up and down all the time. Alph had been a big advocator for it when the building had voted on it.

Damn was Garry lucky for it right about now.

“Ty?!”

“You’re home early!” Ty exclaimed, poking his head out from the game on the TV. Garry was just relieved Ty was still here.

“Al come home yet?”

“No. Hold on, Dad, I have a game to finish.”

“It’s okay, kiddo, I gotta check somethin’ really fast here.” He continued into his bedroom, pulling up the laptop with silent come on, come ons. He rummaged through one of the drawers, getting out the sticky note with the security login key.

Garry had to type it three separate times to get it right, clicking the keyboard too fast.

He didn’t know what he’d expected to see. Someone coming back and taking Alph’s truck out of spite or whatever nonsense, Alph coming back themselves for it, Amaterasu, or what. It definitely wasn’t Urban.

Garry licked his lips, taking in a deep breath. Knowing the guy, he’d return it and try to pretend he’d never taken it at all. Had probably been banking on Garry being at work yet. He’d just have to catch him when he came back with it.

“Dad!” Ty hollered from the other room. “You gonna pick up the other controller?”

Your job is being a father right now, not a cop.

He took the laptop back to the living room with him, and before he knew it, it was dark, and he saw Alph’s truck re-entering the lot. With Urban in it.

“I’ll be back,” Garry got up, patting Ty’s shoulder with the kid’s mumbled affirmation. “Don’t let my little character die.”

“Kill Reichler? The badass one that runs on walls and shit? Never.” Ty flashes a toothy grin before his focus returns to the game.

The luckiest part was that Urban focused so much on small details, they were still trying to park the truck the way it had been that morning to notice Garry’s car sitting there. Or Garry walking up, “Hey.”

Urban practically jumped hopping out from the driver’s seat. “Hi.”

“Where’s,” Garry had to think for a second to remember the name. “Where’s Raiden?” Urban’s mouth was agape, swallowing down hard. He said nothing, arms just falling limp to his sides and looking down at the concrete, shaking. A little gentler this time, “Where’s my kid?”

With tears stinging his eyes, “I don’t know.”

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Real Amazing Spider-Man #3

Stark villa

A green portal opens, and a five-year-old Valeria Richards exits the portal dragging two suitcases to find Peter Parker and Mary Jane Parker cuddled together, watching a Netflix original film while Annie continues playing her Nintendo Switch.

“Special delivery for My Best Science-buddy friend forever and her excellent mom, your luggage direct from Germany,” said Valeria

“Thanks, Val,” said Annie as she ran over to Valeria, hugged her, collected her suitcase, and headed to her temporary bedroom.

“Thanks, Val. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble,” asked Mary Jane Parker,

“Not at all, Mrs Parker; it’s a pleasure for all the time you babysat me and my dumb brother Franklin and lets us double mint chocolate chip ice cream,” said Mary Jane collecting her suitcase

“So where is my suitcase,” asked Peter

“Sorry, I only have two arms, Mister Parker. But, I have to keep my BSFF happy so we can get another A+ on our science projects, and MJ always lets me have an extra helping of double mints ice cream and is wicked when it comes to Pictionary game night,” said Valeria.

“No, seriously, where is my bag,” asked Peter as MJ took her suitcase to their temporary bedroom

“I’ll go and get it for you, but the teleport device needs six to eight hours to recharge before I can sneak into the unclaimed baggage area,” said Valeria.

“six to eight hours you just wanted to hang out with your friend in Hawaii,” asked Peter

“I have left a message for Uncle Johnny to tell him where I am; Mum said I could stay over at a friend’s house if I wanted as long as I told a responsible adult, seeing they left Uncle Johnny in charge, which I did I left him a note,” said Valeria.

“I think your mum meant to stay in New York with us, not while we are house-sitting in Hawaii,” said Peter.

“Technically, I am sure you could call Mum and Dad to come and get me, mister Parker, but they are doing something in the Negative Zone, so where is your phone,” asked Valeria.

“You knew my cellphone was in my bag, didn’t you? So you left it on purpose so you could work on a science project with Annie,” asked Peter

“That’s the problem, mister Parker you can’t prove its word against mine; if you let me stay, I will upgrade your web shooters free of charge,” said Valeria

“You are an evil mastermind who taught blackmail,” said Peter laughing

Annie then comes out of her bedroom carrying her teddy bear, Wolverine.

“I thought I was never going mister whiskers again; I owe you one, Val,” said Annie.

“Happy to help, my BSFF. Are you ready to work on our science project? I’m sure some tech we can borrow from Tony’s workshop,” asked Valeria.

“Of course, I was already planning to sneak into Tony Stark workshop,” said Annie

“What? You already cracked his workshop password; not fair. I’m the code breaker in this team,” said Valeria,

“Please, there’s no real challenge in hacking into Stark system; a one-year-old could do it,” said Annie

“So it’s IamIronman39 isn’t it,” said Valeria.

“No, it’s IamIronman08 this time. I tried a few other passcodes to access the workshop. I need some to upgrade my switch battery life from three to six with some junk from the workshop,” said Annie.

“We really need to talk about hacking into other people’s systems,” said Peter.

“Says the guy who went into the lab before me to borrow parts to create some web-shooters,” said Annie

I thought you had organic web shooters, Mister Parker,” asked Valeria.

“I do these web-shooters to help focus my shots and to use impact webbing and some kinky stuff you do not need to know till you are in high school,” said Peter

“Oh, he’s talking about Sex; I already had read six biology books before I was four, Uncle Peter. I know about the birds and bees and all the LGBT stuff that they are only two genders, XX and XY, no matter how deluded the biology teacher is with her saying they are 32 different genders crap,” said Valeria.

“Yeah, I gathered that, Val. I think dad trying to avoid have tell me where babies come from; he’s trying to convince me the stork brought me,” said Annie

“Don’t you have a science project to work on,” asked Peter.

Annie and Valeria walk off towards Tony’s workshop. After they entered the workshop, they started work on their science project.

“So what are we doing for our science this time? Because I don’t know how we top the teleportation device we created last year,” asked Annie.

“I know those ungrateful science fair judges gave us a damn C I still can’t believe we lost to a baking soda volcano,” said Valeria

“We are competing with other four-year-olds, but that was completely ridiculous. Mind you, we created a working teleporter out of a couple of radio and retro games consoles at four-year-old without adult help,” said Annie.

“Let’s just build a Lemon power clock or go with the classic Baking soda volcano, but we both know those are below our intelligence and a waste of time and effort. I got a wicked idea; not sure you would be a willing test subject,” said Valeria

“Tell me your idea, first science buddy,” asked Annie

“What about creating a device that allows a wearer to mimic the superpower of anyone who wears a similar pairing device,” replied Valeria

“You just want to try web swing for yourself, don’t you,” asked Annie.

“What’s so wrong about a swing through the city without a care in the world,” said Valeria

“Trust Val, it’s not all fun trying to wash your secret costume without mum or dad, who both have similar powers to finding out your powers are already activated and that you are sneaking out to fight criminals with a super genius tech support girl in the chair,” said Annie.

“Yeah, I know the feeling, Annie. When Mom, Dad, Uncle Johnny and Uncle Ben go on great adventures together and leave Dufus and me behind with Aunt Alice to babysit us. I’m sure she’s not blind. Sometimes she always catches trying to sneak out,” said Valeria

“She must be a mutant with heightened senses,” said Annie.

“It’s not that; she’s just super wise to all tricks; so shall do that create a power friendship synch bracelets,” asked Valeria

“Okay, let’s do that, partner,” said Annie.

"right behind you BSFF," said Valeria

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Environment: Snorkeling in Their Own Plastic

Dave Ford chartered a cruise for Fortune 500 company leaders and activists to dive into an environmental crisis.

— By John Steele & Adrienne Day | July 28, 2022 | Nautilus

— Inside Portrait By Timothy Greenfield-Sanders

Dave Ford was 28 years old and killing it in ad-tech sales but found the work unfulfilling. So, like legions of young people before him, Ford quit his job to see the world. Unlike most starry-eyed travelers, his adventures led him to the Ghazipur landfill outside Delhi, India—a smoldering garbage heap 70 acres in size and almost as tall as the Taj Mahal, dotted with people picking plastic to sell to local recyclers.

For Ford, bearing witness to this dystopic wasteland—a direct result of our single-use-plastic global economy—sparked an idea: If he couldn’t bring this mountain of garbage to Mohammad, he could certainly bring Mohammad to the mountain.

One of the biggest packaged-goods companies found one of their toothbrushes.

All this trash, most of it plastic, is not just unsightly, it’s a crisis, Ford says. “The Western world ships their waste to the Global South, so beaches there have knee-high garbage. Two billion people don’t have trash collection, so they’re burning it in their backyard or illegally dumping it next to rivers and monsoon areas.” Plastics get washed out to sea and are eaten by ocean animals or degrade into microparticles that enter our food systems, to the extent that the average human contains a credit card’s worth of plastic in their bodies, with unknown long-term health impacts.

To tackle this crisis, Ford took a gamble: He chartered a ship and invited leaders from Fortune 500 companies (Coca-Cola, Kimberly-Clark, Nestlé) and activist NGOs (Greenpeace, Ocean Conservancy, World Wildlife Fund) to bunk together and snorkel among the waste of the North Atlantic Gyre. And Ocean Plastic Leadership Network was born. “I don’t know if I can say we’ve cracked a code,” Ford says, “but we certainly think meaningful connection can spur all kinds of progress.”

Nautilus spoke with Ford about his worldwide travels, how he got involved with convening a global plastics treaty, and what it was like having “enemies” like Nestlé and Greenpeace bunk together.

OCEAN BROKER: Dave Ford, founder of Ocean Plastic Leadership Network, united plastic producers and environmentalists at sea to learn from one another and work toward an environmental treaty. Photo portrait by Timothy Greenfield-Sanders.

Tell me how the Ocean Plastic Leadership Network came together.

A little backstory: I was a top ad-sales guy in New York City and doing really well on paper, but just not feeling fulfilled. So I went into business with this guy I had met in Antarctica, during two years of travel in my late twenties. He had been looking for a partner for a wildlife travel business. I tried it and very quickly realized it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing.

I had all this business experience, so we started taking these corporate groups all around the world and immersing them in issues related to climate change. We’d just finished a trip in India, and I had an extra day in Delhi. I visited the Ghazipur landfill, which is this giant landfill mountain outside of Delhi. Half of it was on fire and smoldering, while the other half was covered with hundreds of people picking recycled plastic out of it. Seeing it in person, there was something about the tangibility of the plastics crisis that just blew me away. I talked to my partner at the time, and we decided to book a ship that was transiting from the Antarctic to the Arctic and to launch what we ended up calling the Ocean Plastic Leadership Summit.

“One of the biggest packaged-goods companies found one of their toothbrushes floating around 500 miles off the coast of Bermuda.”

— Dave Ford explains how his snorkeling trip got the U.N.’s attention.

What did you know about plastics?

Nothing. I had no experience in plastics. But I ran around for a year recruiting the biggest plastics companies in the world, as well as leaders from environmental NGOs. We ended up taking 165 people into the middle of the Atlantic garbage patch. There are these five spinning gyres of garbage in the oceans, and one of them is in the Atlantic, right in the Bermuda triangle. That’s where we went.

On that ship we had Nestlé and Greenpeace share a room—organizations that were in the middle of a big action against each other. Coca-Cola was there, and the American Chemistry Council. All these activist groups were there, stuck on a boat together for four days, snorkeling in the open ocean. One of the biggest packaged-goods companies in the world found one of their toothbrushes floating around 500 miles off the coast of Bermuda.

Without a doubt, they’re the last line of defense between plastic and our oceans.

As a result of that trip, the Ocean Plastic Leadership Network, or OPLN, was born. The companies that were with us became its foundation. Fast forward three years, we have 150 different organizations that are a part of the network—Coke and Pepsi, Nestlé and Unilever, Colgate and Kimberly-Clark, Hasbro, Dow Chemical, IKEA, all these major corporations. And it all started on this experiential journey.

That’s brilliant. And nobody killed each other on the ship, right? Was there any violence?

There was no violence. I mean, there were some hard conversations and some tense moments. Tension can be good, I think. We have this “tension equals progress” mantra we really believe in. A lot of times, what we’ve been able to do is help these organizations understand what they agree on and what they don’t agree on, which is always changing as things shift so fast on environmental issues.

One of the most powerful things we did was make sure there were representatives from the informal waste sector from countries in the Global South on the ship. We had an organization from Haiti, two from India, one from Brazil. About 20 million people in the world are from the informal waste sector and 50 percent of all recycled plastics comes from these people. And they’re marginalized. They’re on the fringes of society. But without a doubt, they’re the last line of defense between plastic and our oceans. Generally, what we’ve been able to do is build this bridge between countries in the Global North and the Global South. Especially with this kind of issue, you need all hands-on deck.

Are the companies seriously engaged in it, or do you ever fear that it’s just greenwashing on the part of giant conglomerates?

We did everything to prevent this being some sort of industry kumbaya session. Part of the way we ensure against greenwashing is by inviting the activist NGOs that are campaigning directly against the companies. Getting Greenpeace and Coca-Cola in the same room gives the process validity, because you’re bringing all these opposing viewpoints together. Part of the formula is just making sure the organizations that actively oppose a lot of these brands are looking them right in the eye every day.

That being said, it’s such a complex, chaotic mess, and it’s nowhere close to being solved. It’s an absolute crisis, and there’s all these different opposing viewpoints. There are a million different stakeholders and none of them agree on anything, or even something like, Should we shut the plastic off at the tap, or should we have more recycling infrastructure? The only way to solve this is through a global treaty.

You are working on that treaty, yes? Is the UN involved with it?

We are. And yes, it’s a UN thing. I recently wrote a position piece about it for Scientific American. Because we built this forum for organizations that historically don’t get along to try and have productive dialogue, we were asked by the World Wildlife Fund to start to convene around the global plastics treaty, which is getting negotiated now—it’s the Paris Agreement for plastics. We’re running activist, industry, and government forums in seven countries right now, including the U.S., Malaysia, Indonesia, Ghana, South Africa, Chile, and Pakistan. 165 organizations are involved with it, from all around the World.

It’s just been totally wild, and it all came out of this huge bet we took to take all these executives out into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. If you would’ve told me, back when we started this company in 2015, that seven years later we would be a convener around global treaties, I don’t know if I would’ve believed you. We just took this idea and ran with it.

You’ve got a very interesting model. Dialogue has always been an important part of diplomacy, but it’s interesting the way you’ve put it all together. It sounds like education is a big part of the process, too. Do you try to guide this in any way while on the ship?

There are three pillars that we talk about. One is experiential education—it’s getting these leaders to go where the problem is so they can see and experience it themselves. It’s also about putting these groups together that don’t usually see eye to eye. If these different groups understand each other better, it’s hugely advantageous when trying to solve these big crises. Then the last pillar is basic environmental fluency, like, What are the facts around ocean plastics? How can we agree on the same starting point?

The only way to solve the plastic crisis is through a global treaty.

The power of travel, the power of experiencing something directly—these memories that last forever. When you go on trips, you forge relationships with other folks on the trip. Ideas are incubated. Multimillion-dollar programs have been funded by people who came and had that “spark” on the ship.

None of this was by design. It was just because we built a safe space for meaningful dialogue and education. We haven’t had years of baggage, like a lot of these other organizations that take advocacy positions. We really believe that everybody should go see this stuff first and foremost and learn from other organizations. And then we fell into this global treaty convening role and really helped to accelerate that process, which has been wild.

I was recently speaking with people at the Bertarelli Foundation, and they were saying that around half of the plastic that reaches the Galapagos Islands is from China — 10,000 miles away.

It’s crazy. In the Atlantic garbage patch, you get lobster traps from Maine, and octopus traps from Morocco. It all converges in the center of this gyre.

Looking at photos of the North Atlantic Gyre, there’s a lot of yellow floating around. What’s that?

That’s sargassum seaweed—seaweed that catches all the plastic. These gyres are not giant plastic islands. There are high concentrations of plastic, but it’s mostly tiny fragments and microplastics everywhere. There is big stuff floating around out there, but that’s mostly on beaches, like in Bermuda, where six-foot-high piles of trash just go on and on and on.

Are you entirely focused on plastics, or are you taking this concept to other arenas?

We do feel like we’ve cracked this code. It’s part experiential —Go and see the issue firsthand—and part positional—Let’s learn from these opposing forces. You can then ask, What are the facts? What can everybody agree on? How do you get a forklift driver for a big company to understand why the company cares about climate change? How do you make sure your finance people understand why it’s important?

We’re going to do the same thing at the intersection of climate and blockchain in Greenland on August 15th. The network is unnamed as of right now but has strong blockchain roots to accompany NGOs and activists concerned with the carbon footprint of cryptocurrencies.

Timothy Greenfield-Sanders is a Grammy winning and Emmy nominated film director. He has achieved critical acclaim photographing world leaders and major cultural figures, including presidents, writers, artists, actors, and musicians. Greenfield-Sanders’ photographs are in numerous museum collections including the Museum of Modern Art, The National Portrait Gallery, the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston and The Brooklyn Museum.

— Lead Image: Ocean Plastic Leadership Network

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 (𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) — tw: drugs, threesome ✼:♡*ﾟ✿

~ [for the "The More The Merrier" collab by the amazing, talented, wonderful @sinnerofthewalls] ~

a/n; no thoughts, 2:30 am, head empty. itafushi brainrot in full effect. speedran and wrote this all in one go [2.7k words]— written to this song ~

warnings/info: fem!reader (coded physically to be black but idc what you imagine, just don't be a dick about it), dwugs, sex on the drugs, safe drug-use etiquette, threesome, oral, p in v sex. boys kissin boys, friends being pals (basically a budding poly relationship sorta thing). not dc IMO but im adding my dc tag too anyway —tags: @anime-central @cursedarchiveblog— don't do drugs, this is an unrealistic work of fiction lmao. drugs are not worth the irl drama or turmoil ~

Currently having nonstop thoughts about having a threesome with Megumi and Yuuji while you’re all hyped up on cocaine.

After a long night out partying, you can't help but feel relief once you stumble into your shared apartment with your best friends, letting them follow you into your bedroom despite both of them also having rooms in your place. You can't even make it to the bed, instead choosing to fall straight onto your bedroom floor with the two handsome men alongside you.

Megumi would be saying something, griping about how his head is swimming a bit still because he might have drunk just a touch too much, while Yuuji would be rolling around, threading his fingers through the shaggy material of your large area rug, as bouncy and cheerful as ever.

You don't know why you said yes tonight when a girl in the nightclub toilets offered you a little dime-sized baggie, saying that she'd had way too much already, but you did. The contents were smooth and white and enticing enough to make your mouth drip wet with saliva at the sight. She'd gifted you pure ecstasy in a plastic pouch. What kind of person would you be if you said no?

The guys both blink at you like you had spontaneously grown a third head when you crack open your phone case, fishing out the little baggie from between the case and your cell.

You look between the two of them without explanation, reaching over Yuuji to grab your laptop from your nightstand that he's leaning against. You fish a credit card from the phone case wallet you took with you on nights like this where you didn't want to carry a purse, and you begin to break up the already pretty smooth powder into multiple lines.

"Is that what I think it is?” Megumi finally says, breaking the silence hanging over the room.

"If cocaine is what you think it is then, yeah. I'm pretty sure it's what you think it is," Yuuji replied back, scooting closer to you to watch what you're doing from up close.

You lean over him again, reaching into the deep recesses of your middle drawer to get your mini testing kit for the drug, making quick work of mixing a tiny section of the powder with the testing solution to make sure it is what the girl told you it was.

You always said you never really wanting to die alone if you could help it, but dying of a preventable overdose in your college apartment, and bringing your two best friends down with you too? Yeah, no. That wasn't a plan you had in mind.

So when the little liquid turns green and only green, matching the guide that directed you on what drugs turn the solution which color, you know you're in the clear.

"It's good," you announce, breaking the remaining powder down into lines.

The two boys look over at each other then at you, when suddenly Yuuji reaches down into his pocket, fishing out a dollar and handing it over to you.

"Thank you baby. Don't worry, you two don't have to if you don't want to. More for me," is all you say before dipping down to sniff up the white powder off the surface of your laptop case. You do so without a flinch, throwing your head back once you feel the drip begin to flow down your throat.

You see them knock their knees against each other, small smiles creeping onto their faces.

"Ah, what the hell. Worst it'll do is sober me up, best it'll do is get me high," Megumi says, plucking the rolled-up dollar from your hand so he can inhale a line for himself.

Yuuji follows suit, taking a line and a half all in one go.

You all take deep breaths, relaxing onto the carpet as you let the high creep in, since the buzz did come on quickly and rather strong.

"Oh fuck," Yuuji groans, letting his head loll back and he feels the drug begin to rush to his brain, "God that's good shit. Where'd you get this?"

You giggle, letting your eyes close as you lean back on your forearms, just... feeling it as you repeat the story back to him.

"Random bathroom girl. Too high, gave me the rest of her drugs for free. Blah blah blah."

Megumi chuckles to himself. About what, you aren't sure, and you're a little afraid to open your eyes at the moment to find out. Everything will be off-kilter and moving a bit too fast once you do, and you need one more moment of peace in the darkness behind your eyes before you subject yourself to that.

You aren't actually sure how much time passes, but you can tell the other two have grown a touch antsy with the new stimulating substance flowing through them.

You can feel a hand lightly grip the exposed skin of your thigh. Your dress is short enough that while sitting down the way you are, you're sure the two men can see the pretty cotton fabric covering the surface of your sex.

You finally let your eyes open, taking in the sight of your two besties sitting right up against each other. Their faces are only a hair length apart, their noses basically Eskimo kissing.

"Fuck, you look so pretty right now," Yuuji said, staring deeply into Megumi's eyes as his thumb began to caress the skin of your upper thigh.

It's not unexpected when they lean into each other, kissing to distract one another from the nasty nasal drip that had already passed for you. Or, they were just kissing to kiss, no distraction needed. They'd done it before. Well, kissing that is, not this specific drug. At least not to your knowledge. Other drugs though? They'd definitely done, and it had almost always ended in kisses then too.

There was something so intoxicating about watching them together. Their kisses are soft and sweet despite how hard the lines of their bodies were. Sharp jaws, firm muscles, long limbs, but still so pretty together. You can't help your gasp when the two men let their tongues loll out to tangle together among the slickness of their spit, their bite swollen lips coming together to make the most beautiful sounds.

Yuuji moans into it, rubbing his free hand up the length of Megumi's stomach, pulling at his shirt.

"Off."

He then looks over at you as Megumi undresses, pulling you up and into his lap, between them, as he envelops your lips into a flurry of kisses.

"Fucking beautiful, both of you," he says between the kisses, holding you in his lap by placing his hands underneath your ass, grabbing as much as he can manage even with his large hands.

You feel Megumi slide up behind you, putting his body flush against your back and slotting his legs between Yuuji's so you're in both of their laps now, forcing Yuuji to move his hands up to rest against your thighs. Your hair is already up and out of the way in a mess of sweat-damp curls wrapped in a loose bun, but he still grabs your hair anyway, pulling your head back and away from Yuuji so it's resting on his shoulder.

The raven-haired man captures your lips in a kiss of his own, running one of his hands up your body from your waist until his hand is cupping your braless breast through the form-fitting fabric of your nightclub dress.

Yuuji is touching you too. Kissing your wrists as he makes his way up your arm, coming up until his face is right in front of both yours and Megumi's. He puckers his lips cutely, his doe-eyes full and expectant as he leans in more until he's breathing in all of your air.

"Jesus, so fucking needy," Megumi chuckles, grabbing his friend by the nape of his neck to pull him into the kiss. You all kiss back and forth, licking into each other's mouths and peppering kisses on any skin you can reach.

Yuuji takes off his shirt as well at one point, along with his pants, leaving him exposed in his snug forest green boxer briefs. His cock is hard and hung beneath the fabric and you can't help but gulp down your own spit at the sight of it. Who gave him the right to be physically jacked, with the sweetest personality you'd ever encountered, and have a huge dick?

It wasn't fair for one human to be that perfect.

It feels nice how warm to the touch he is as he rubs his body against yours. He supports your weight in his strong arms as Megumi lifts you to shimmy off his jeans as well, along with adjusting your bodies so that Megumi's back is supported on the frame of your bed. He groans into it when Yuuji sits you down to relax into his lap again, and you begin to absentmindedly grind against his length.

"You're both so hot right now, fuck," Yuuji moaned, sliding his hands up from the bottom of your dress, pulling it up until the relatively thin fabric is bunched up around your waist.

Megumi runs his hands along the lines of your shoulders, using his thumbs to pull down the straps until the top of your dress is also wrapped around your waist, exposing your breasts.

Yuuji slides out from under your legs, sliding his body backward until he's laying down on his stomach. He fumbles around with his hands, smacking at the surface of your bed until he feels the pillows hit his palm that he was looking for. He slides one under his stomach so he can lay comfortably, while he slides the other beneath your ass where you're hanging out of Megumi's lap a little.

"Before I begin my feast, would anyone else like another line?" he says, sliding the cocaine-dusted laptop over to where you're sitting on the clean surface of your vacuum-abused bedroom rug.

He uses your card to make three more lines, smaller than the first few but still hefty in their own right. He cranes down his neck to take up a line, pinching his nostrils closed as he leans his head back once the drip starts up again.

He hands you the laptop, letting you take your own line in with ease. Megumi has his arms wrapped around your breasts, only removing one of them to lean down around your shoulder, pressing his face against your neck to take his own line. He presses his finger against the laptop cover, collecting the last few morsels of the drug. Then he pushes his finger into your mouth, dragging the digit across your gums until you can no longer feel your own teeth.

He removes his finger once he sees a smile cross your face. You can see the numbness, the tingles, the ecstasy... all of it begin to cross both of their faces again as well. Yuuji's laughing, and now so is Megumi, so of course, you start too. Everything just feels so fucking good. It's impossible not to.

"God," you moan, the dopamine firing off at insane rates in your brain, "I need you. I don't care who, I just need someone in me. Fuck, I could cum just from your fingers at this point."

You're reaching your hand up to caress the side of Megumi's face, and he kisses the back of your hand.

Yuuji grabs a water bottle from somewhere, probably your dresser, and chugs it. He swishes the water around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, trying to get the remnants of the drug out from his mouth before he goes down on you. Numbing up your clit by accident didn't sound like a good time.

"Hold her open for me Fushiguro," Yuuji said, reaching forward to pull you down further on the pillow.

Megumi had a pillow slid behind his back as well, so it's simple when he grabs your legs, sliding his own body down just a touch so that he can hold you open for Yuuji easily.

To be frank, it's almost embarrassing how fast you're cumming once Yuuji gets his mouth on you.

You're extremely aware of Megumi's presence holding you steady, and Yuuji tearing you apart. Megumi's hands are busy tweaking your pretty pebbled nipples while his mouth sucks and licks at the sensitive skin below your ear. While Yuuji's tongue is busy licking at your cunt. He's firm and precise in where he chooses to lick at your folds. Your clit was overly sensitive in the best way with the hum of the drugs flowing through your veins, making everything more sensitive. But when he starts fucking into you with his long tongue, using his thumb to swirl across the surface of your clit? Oh, you're a fucking goner.

"Aw, Yuuji, you're making our princess squirt already. Haven't even fucked you yet and you're making such a big mess on the new rug," Megumi teased, kissing at your neck as your back arched off of the man's torso.

You could feel the flood of liquid coming from your sex when you came, and it was indeed making a mess. All over the floor, all over your thighs, and all over Yuuji's face.

It shouldn't make you smile as hard as it does when he comes up for air, his face drenched in your slick, with the goofiest smile across his face once he realizes how good he made you feel.

"I've never seen her do that before. Gotta say, I think I'm a fan," he says matter-of-factly, coming up between your legs to kiss at your lower belly.

"Fucking idiot," you giggle, smacking the top of his head softly.

You're thrown back into the deliriousness of pleasure when Megumi snakes a hand up your body, coming up to wrap his hand firmly around your throat.

"Don't get too relaxed baby girl. We have so much more to do."

So, yeah, you end up fucking like little rabbits the rest of the night, even once the coke has eventually started to wear off.

The ecstasy surged through every neuron firing off in your brain, down through all the nerves in your body for the first two or so rounds that you had sex. Megumi fucked into you at a punishing pace as Yuuji lets his cock slide along your folds. He rubbed up against you that way until you came for them again, clenching around Megumi so well that he came inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

In the next round, Yuuji takes you from behind, fucking you like you were molded for his cock while Megumi lets you lean into him for support, kissing you as you took Yuuji's dick until you came around him as well. He was too big and his dick curved just the right way and you can't help it when you end up crying, yelling out in ecstasy as they both work in tandem to rip the third orgasm from you that night.

The last two rounds are all about you. How many times they can make you cum? Who can give you the strongest orgasm? All the while, the two boys are also touching each other. Kissing and caressing and milking each other for orgasms as well when their refractory periods are over and they're ready to go again.

It feels like a lifetime has passed when you see the faint beginnings of overcast daylight breaking through your windows. You're finally all tucked into bed. Begrudgingly clean since Megumi had forced you all up and into the shower for a lazy cleaning after all the excitement. Though, you can't complain too much. Not when you got to be cleaned and kissed and adorned by the two men as they showered you, and not when you got to watch as they kissed and took care of each other.

The comedown would be a bitch to deal with the next day. You can feel it coming on already. The frazzling in your nerves, the fog coming in to muddle your brain and make you feel as grey as the incoming cloudy sky, but that's okay. The morning would come with take-out breakfast and cuddles and comforting kisses. How could you not see the bright side in that?

sooooo... what'd you think? lmk lmao. when i say i speedran this shit i mean i just finished writing and crossposting this and it's only 4:30 am. it was supposed to be a drabble but come on... my drabbles lately are never drabbles. oh but speaking of crossposting, this is also posted on ao3: here. i crosspost just in case something happens to this acct so go bookmark it if you want it just in case || taglist request || ~

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Limerence | PJS (01)

(n.) the state of being infatuated or obsessed with someone

Pairing: Park Jisung + Reader

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Supernatural!AU, series

Series: Main Navi, Neo Culture Pack Series Masterlist, next part

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Mentions/Use of Weapons (I.e., swords, daggers, knives), Mentions of Blood, Murder, Animal Death/Murder, Werewolves (if you don't like it, leave), Mentions of bones cracking/breaking, Mentions of witches/witchcraft, mentions of vampires/fae, mentions of werewolves (duh), Jealous/Controlling Behavious (I do not condone these behaviours in real life, but obviously this work is pure fiction and so are the characters in it even if they are based off real people), Mentions of terminal illness (a brief mention and flashbacks, it can be rather confronting and I have experienced the facing of this situation myself. I know how confronting and triggering it is, so please do not put your own mental health at sake for reading this fanfic).

WC: 4.7K

It was another morning, as any other, riding on your bicycle, your long hair flowing in the wind behind you as the curls framing your face brushed your blushed cheeks. Hearing the ping of a bike bell, your glanced back with a smile, seeing Ryujin, your best friend only a few metres behind you coming from an unpaved side-street. Her voice exclaimed happily. "(Y/N)!"

Slowing for a few moments, allowing for the girl, clad in your small town's school uniform, consisting of a white blouse, with a navy bow knot tie, that had a pin of the school crest in the centre, alongside white and red accents. The pleated skirt, she'd always rolled up was navy blue with two red and white strips near the hem. The usual navy and gold accented blazer had not be worn, given summer vacation had just ended, but the heat remained thick in the air. You gave her a side look, like she was crazy. "You saw me yesterday, you can't possibly have missed me."

"Well, I did, and here we are. Softmore year, huh?" Ryujin tended to be more risqué and feisty when it came to the dress code, overdoing it in makeup with her bold red lips, and bleached or dyed hair, which was now a deep red colour matching her gradient lip tint. Her earrings were massive statement earrings she'd bought on the school trip to Seoul the previous semester, and was reminiscent of the earrings seen on Kpop-idols in their music videos with the 'girl crush' concept. Admittedly, you loved the girl to death, but as the sophomore Head Girl, AKA the world's biggest suck-up, you constantly had to give her detentions. "Chaerin and Taegwang went camping this weekend, you know? I wonder if they'll be back yet."

"They always are." You answered with a smile, entering the main road of the town in sync with Ryujin. The town you lived in was at the bottom of a massive mountain range, known for supernatural happenings and hauntings, alongside being a national park. One of the biggest in the world, owned by the Lee's, the town's richest family that everyone knew but, strangely, never saw. "Do you reckon they'd go camping in the woods?"

"0h hell no! Could you imagine Chaerin, in the woods? I couldn't." Ryujin let out a laugh, as the pair of you reached the school's parking lot, moving to park your bikes in the bike parks. Ryujin took her sweet time in getting out her bike chain, and locking it as you spoke. "Hey, no need to be nasty, I'm sure she can rough it out. I'm also sure that people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."

Following the girl's lead, you chained your bike to the parking spot, and got your pink backpack from the basket of your off-white, vintage bike. You hadn't noticed that Ryujin and yourself wore the same Mary Jane heels and lace-trim socks, until you heard the voice of Chaerin squealing into your ears, almost rendering you deaf, and throwing her arms around Ryujin and your own shoulders, being in between the pair of you. "Oh my goodness! Look who's back in business, and matching shoes too! You guys never let me in on the fun, don't you?"

"Hey! I bought these in Seoul." Ryujin almost looked offended, as did you, but soon the two of you giggled for a second and the offence of wearing the same shoes was quickly put behind you. "I did too."

"You two know how the saying goes, great minds think alike." Chaerin spoke with a slight smirk, noting how you and Ryujin seemed to always be just that smidge closer than she was to either of you. However, that was not surprising considering you and Ryujin had practically come from the womb best friends. "Anywho! We got lab partners assigned for sciences today on the notice board. I think Ms. Qian learnt from last year not to put you two with each other."

You let out a snort, as Taegwang, Chaerin's boyfriend of two years walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek, now walking beside the three of you. Ryujin spoke up, a tasting smirk on her lips. "I bet Ms. Qian wouldn't have put you with Taegwang for chemistry, given how loved up you two are. Especially after this weekend."

Wagging her tongue side-to-side and wiggling her eyebrows comically, Chaerin hit Ryujin with a playfully angry expression on her face, before smirking herself. "Oh! do that all you want Ryujin, it doesn't stop from the fact that I've got a love life and you bitches don't."

"I so have a love life!" You defended, looking between Chaerin and Ryujin who shared a knowing side-eye glance with one another.

"Yeah... totally, with your maths textbook." Ryujin started bursting out in laughter, alongside Chearin, the two of them thinking they were the most hilarious people on the planet. Chearin gave her partner in crime high-five, wiping the tears from her eyes and chortling out. "Good one."

"Not cool, either of you." You shook your head in mock offence, making a b-line for the notice board, and collecting your schedule from the administrations office, the other three–Chaerin, Taegwang, and Ryujin doing the same.

"No maybe, I'm wrong, it's definitely your French paint set." Ryujin giggled, as the four of you waited in line to get a look-see at the new lab partners for the year. you gave a look of complete seriousness to Ryujin, gesturing with your fingers, only a minuscule amount. "Ryujin, I am this close to ripping those earrings out."

"Taegwang, do you see how she treats us? She threatens violence all the time, it's practically abuse." Ryujin let out a fake sob clutching her earrings and pouting up at the much taller captain of the basketball team, Taegwang. Chaerin gave Ryujin a look. "Paws off my boyfriend."

Silence fell over the rowdy friend group as they went to get a peak at the lab partners for the year, Ryujin looking deflated as she saw who her new lab partner was, she'd gotten Zhong Chenle, the boy in your's and her's biology class. He was super arrogant, and cocky, only really caring for the music and track programs, doing biology as a way to get an easy mark to keep up his grades for track. Ryujin knew she would no longer be able to dump the work onto you, seeing as your lab partner was Chenle's best friend, Park Jisung. On the contrary to Chenle, Jisung was quiet and shy, only really hanging out with Chenle and a group of four other senior boys, all popular, one of who'm was on the basketball team, the other on the restling, one in the music program, and the last being the school's captain. The two boys, now Ryujin and your respective lab partners were friends with Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun. They never spoke to anyone else, and acted as if all the other students were beneath them.

What a great lab partner, you sarcastically thought to yourself rolling your eyes with a scowl. Secretly, you'd hoped to get Ryujin as your lab partner, but that would've been foolish. Ms. Qian made that mistake last year, and she was determined not to make that mistake again.

"The lab partners this year are complete and utter bullshit, and to think we have bio first! Ugh!" Ryujin snapped, complaining on and on, as the bell rang for first period. The all-consuming dread now filling you as well, when you looked down at your schedule for the first time. Making a stop at your neighbouring lockers to put your bags away and to get your books before heading off again you couldn't help but feel like you were on the edge of something massive occurring, and you didn't like this feeling.

Nevertheless, you followed behind Ryujin dazed and your mind wandering as you walked across the courtyard of the campus to the sciences block, straying a few metres behind your dearest friend, taking a moment to look up at the sky and collect your thoughts. Seeing only a pool of grey, you felt slightly relieved, knowing that the afternoon would be filled with rain and loose-leaf teas, alongside huddling under thick blankets and studying for only a short while before putting on a movie until your mother got home. A small smile fell upon your lips. The thought of playing in the rain with your dog, Maggie, or hearing the pattering raindrops on the tin roof of your home as you drifted off for a nap. Maybe you'd sit on the back porch with a steaming cup of tea and look out at the treelike of the mountain range in the distance. Your home, despite not being much, was still your home, and you couldn't ask for any better.

You strolled biology behind Ryujin, your mind absent of any thoughts as you walked over to the lab bench you now shared with Jisung. The lanky boy with slightly pink hair, who's gaze landed on you the moment you walked into the room, leaving the room feeling heavy and as if it was caving in on you, suffocating you, leaving one thought left on your mind; what was happening to me?

Sitting at the lab bench, waiting for the class to begin, knowing full well the dismay of Chenle when he was not put as his lab partner for the year as he waited for you. Having never had first-hand experiences with you, only knowing of you, he hadn't really come to a judgement on whether or not you were good or bad. He knew of your place in the school, and the friends you kept, who'm he was relieved picked chemistry as he detested them with a burning passion. He knew you were known for doing the most prized art pieces around the school, and had a few art trophies, and debating trophies in the trophy case under your name, he also knew you were the vice captain of the school as a sophomore, being known as Head Girl, alongside his pack mate and (technically) adoptive brother, Renjun. Knowing you hardly ever left the school grounds, he wasn't surprised that you were also known for tutoring the football and basketball teams respectively. You were the model student, and this town's closest thing to a golden girl.

His gaze flickered to you, as you entered the biology lab, your biology and art history textbooks clutched absentmindedly to your chest. You were clearly pensive as you strolled over to the lab bench, dumping your books on the bench and putting your book bag on the bag of your raised stool, sitting down next to him. Though you seemed away in your own mind, Jisung stared at you intently, taking in the scent of lavender, vanilla and summer rain as it consumed his senses and blurred him to anyone else in the room. His eyes fell upon you as if he were analysing you in a way that would make any outsider think he'd never see you again. His gaze focused on your pink headband, and he curls that rested free to fame your face, or how the light waves of your hair cascaded down your back, then moving to focus on your lightly blushed pink cheeks, and hot pink lip tint. From the light eyeshadow on your eyes to the bronzer on your cheeks, or the way your lightly mascara-clad eyelashes fluttered when you blinked.

Then he felt it, that fluttering warm sensation bubbling in his chest. The one his brothers had described earnestly when they met them, their mate. The feeling he was instinctively taught to know of without ever being told of, engrained into his senses, on a spot in his heart from the moment he was born. His mate.

Chenle, sitting at the lab bench in front of him, with Ryujin, who was checking her nails absentmindedly had turned around to say something, a playful smile already on his face as he opened his mouth to speak up, before frowning and closing it instantly. He felt it too, the feeling not unlike what her felt for the mates of their pack brothers, or their pups that were not far from entering this world. The pull to protect you at all costs had now consumed him. The unmistakable voice rang in his head, only through the strong bond of a pack link could such be shared. "I think... I just found my mate."

"If I'm going to be honest... I think you did too." He said back in shock, not even bothering to turn back around as the lesson began, and Ms. Qian had done her best to teach the lesson, continuously faltering and pausing to look at you, Jisung and Chenle, almost failing to teach the class the fundamentals of the powerhouse of the cell, too distracted in what was going on.

You on the other hand, tried to intently the focus on Ms. Qian's teaching, desperately trying to ignore the heavy gaze Jisung had held on you for the entirety of the lesson. When the bell finally rang, you made a point to be one of the first out the door and run down the halls and outside the science building to the arts building, which was conveniently in the main building of the school, attached by a covered walkway, unlike the science building. You hadn't even realised that the rain for the day had begun to pelt down relentlessly covering you in head to toe as you walked into the art class, recieving the same faltering look from Renjun.

The same look Chenle had given you, and the same look you had swore Ms. Qian gave you too. Not you as well... what is with everyone looking at me today? You thought as you looked at your fellow Head student, Head Boy to be precise. You sat down your book bag by your easel and perched yourself onto your stool, making quick work of taking out your paints and setting them on your palette. Renjun had to take a moment to process the overwhelming need to protect you, just as he felt for the others. He spoke up in his casual tone that he'd usually used with you, being Head Boy and Girl meant you two interacted a lot and often. "Did you not stop to check that it was raining? You do know we have a semester start address at assembly after lunch, don't you?"

"Oh, was it?" You frowned, all of a sudden feeling cold and shivering as you sat down underneath the cool air conditioning, as water dripped from your blouse, that had gone slightly see-through. At this point, Renjun was just about cursing himself for not knowing sooner about you being the mate of someone in his pack. He held out his wooden navy jumper to you, which he conveniently brought everyday knowing how cold the air conditioning can get, and how much he hated it. "Here, you'll need it."

"I'll look like a mess on assembly, but thank you." You took his jumper and pulled it over your head, it was slightly too big and smelled of his cologne, but you supposed that desperate times called for desperate measures. Renjun just shook his head with a small smile. "You'll look fine, I'm sure you'll dry out by then too."

You turned your attention to the hyper realistic painting of a Koi pond you were working on for your Japanese cultural project, showcasing architecture, culture, and wildlife. You had already completed three other pieces, one of traditional dress, in hyper-realism, and one of architecture in surrealism, the last one you were doing was one of wildlife in hyper-realism, aiming to tell the story of Japanese culture. Picking up your paintbrush, you began to do some touch ups on what had been started rather than start any new portion of the painting, blending and shading being your only goal for this hour-long session.

Renjun on the other hand was working on a series of graphic drawing depicting the trials of adolescence, based on an Australian coming of age movie, the name of which you hadn't cared to remember. Just as you were getting in the zone of painting, the bell had once again rung, and Renjun walked across the room over to you with a small smile. You returned the small smile, gesturing to his jumper. "I suppose you want your jumper back?"

"No, you can keep it until assembly. I was wondering if you had written anything for the address." He shrugs, looking over at your art works propped up half-hazardly against the wall, most of which were paintings or framed sketches from the past semester. You shrugged in return giving a playful smile to the slightly taller boy. "No, no... you know me, always speak from the heart."

"You mean wing it." He chuckled, at which you let out a laugh. You never understood how Renjun could get you to let loose so easily, how he could make you become calm and free-spirited. Perhaps it was just his nature, having that theraputic presence about him, or perhaps it was something more sinister. You suppose you'd never know. "Me, wing it? Never."

"Alright, I'll speak first and hand it to you, considering you did the closing address." He says with a 'business as usual' smile that you knew all too well, knowing that you were not only peers but colleagues that the school loved to show off at any chance given. You smiled with a nod, before picking up your things and heading to lunch. "All good."

Walking into the lunch hall, you found yourself walking over to the table claimed by Chaerin and Taegwang, as they were picking at their lunch trays. Chearin had been cuddling up to Taegwang, and you could see how they loved each other deeply, despite only being an offical item for a couple of months. Young love was fickle, you knew this, so much could go wrong. High school sweethearts don't often stick around.

Before being called over by a group of her more popular friends, she kissed Taegwang on the cheek and ran off to anyone table, just as you sat down with your own tray.

"Your's looks more wholesome than mine." Nodding from his own tray to your's, the stark contrast between the colourful and nutrient feast on your tray, to the deep fried and golden mass on his.

"Eh... well, mother-dearest is on a business trip to Sweden and won't be back for a few weeks, and the only things at home are eggs, milk and ramen." You took large bites of the meat and vegetables on your tray as you spoke, as if never wanting to confront your true emotions on your family life.

Your mother owned a law firm, originally based in the city, but expanded to Europe and since had grown on the other side of the globe. The only twist with this is that your mother and father started the company together, only to divorce once the firm had grown. In a successful attempt to get full custody of you, she split the firm, based it Sweden, and used the cover of moving in with your terminally ill grandmother in this small town. Since her death, you had figured that your mother only stayed in this town as a way to be closer to her. Staying only to cherish her for a few more years until you eventually moved for a career, and the house would become just another relic on her growing property portfolio.

After a beat of long silence and eating, Taegwang spoke up after talking a long sip of his drink. "You can stay at mine for a bit if you want."

"No, no... I'm fine, she'll be back before the whether turns, I'm sure of it." You gave him a small smile, as if reassuring him that you'd be fine in the house that gave you such fond, yet such confronting memories. Having known you since you were both young, Taegwang knew that you were not fine in the slightest, and knew the only he could do was be there. "At least let me drive you home."

"Your girlfriend would crucify me."

"One, she's not that clingy, and two, I don't want you getting sick, three, who's jumper is that?" Taegwang let out a laugh at the smirk that plastered itself on your face as you took a sip of your own drink, before he'd turned more serious. Almost like he was repulsed instead of just being there, like he had to protect you from something.

"It's just Renjun's– I acciedntally walked in the rain." A beat of silence fell over the two of you again, as Ryujin plopped her tray down on the table, immediately feeling the tension rise between you and Taegwang. You looked him in the eye. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No, nothing at all."

You nuzzled yourself into the jumper further, taking more bites of your lunch, feeling a flock of burning gazes on your back, you glanced back at Ryujin for a moment, seeing that she was contemplating on leaving, awkwardly blurting out. "I think I'll go sit with Chaerin."

"No! I want you to sit with us."

Out of you perhiphial vision–which you had seen a lot out of today–you could see the table of the six most well-known boys in the school's eyes focused on you in bewilderment, some even gaping at you. Jaemin, Jeno, and Haechan all had their eyes on you, while Jisung, the youngest, at his food and was determined not to look at you. On the other hand, Renjun and Chenle paid no mind to you, talking in rapid-fire mandarin, engrossed in their own conversation.

From their table, not far from your own, Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin all gaped at you. They all felt that simultaneous need to protect you, knowing full-well who you were, what you meant to them, and what it would mean for the future. Noticing your discomfort at the three boys gaping at you, Renjun broke off from the conversation about the possibility of alien life with Chenle, and looked at the three jocks.

"Maybe if you idiots stop gaping at her like she's a zoo animal, then we might actually be able to befriend her without her running for the hills first."

Haechan was the first to tear his gaze from you, and focused on Renjun with an annoyed scoff. "If you spoke to her about your alien bullshit, then she has been running for the hills, as you put it, well before now."

Rolling his eyes, the only one with any rational sense in the group, so happening to be the youngest and tallest, stood up and went to clear his tray, which was not unlike your own, as it was piled high with colourful foods full of nutrients. Jisung had found no amusement in his brothers' supposed 'caring for his wellbeing', already having an earful from their adoptive-sister-in-law, slash the glue that kept these boys from ripping each other apart on the prospect of you. He had never spoken to you, but he'd seen you before, so why–all of a sudden–did you become his mate and, subsequently, his partner in crime?

He always heard of the prospect of the mate bond, without ever picturing himself having one. He knew what it meant for the pack, another person they were bonded to, and another person who made them happy. Seeing how his adoptive brothers, specifically the older ones interacted with their mates, he knew it wasn't just genetic. There was an aspect of choosing in the process. Yet, here he stood, dumping his leftovers into the large containers for the homeless shelter, a program which you had started, while lost in thought. He was confused. While screaming at himself to run to you, to kiss you and to call you his, he also told himself that you were too good for him, better than any other girl he could've asked the moon goddess herself for. He could only think of one person he could go to for guidance.

Leaving school, and making a b-line for his moped he put on his helmet hopped on and drove off. He hadn't even bothered to tell his pack mates where he was going, they probably already knew, and if they didn't know, they could take a pretty accurate guess.

Within a short while, he'd arrived to the pack's house, a house nestled into the thick forests of the mountain range, in which was their territory, known mostly as a national park. Their private estate being on their privately owned land, they made a commission for use of the national park by the government. By no means were they middle class, they were straight upper class and their home, for the location, views, and land they were on would be worth millions.

Parking his moped in between Lucas' and Johnny's respective motorbikes, he hopped off, taking his helmet off as he did so. He walked up to the house, dragging his feet, feeling mentally drained to the point where he couldn't focus on anything. Without even thinking, he headed to the one room in the house he knew he'd be taken seriously.

"I know you left school, Jaemin contacted me as soon as you did. Come in, won't you?" The voice from inside the office rang through the air, with a tone of gentleness and patience. Contrary to what Jisung had been expecting, from the seething Taeyong he'd envisioned on his ride home.

Plonking himself on one of the seats opposite Taeyong, Jisung spoke cooly. "It's not his job to do that."

"He was worried." Taeyon soothed, knowing full well the confusion Jisung is going through. The alpha of this pack, their leader, felt it in his bones, the worry and concern, the confusion. He didn't like it when his pack was worried, it ebbed at him and put him on edge. "He thought you'd be jumping for joy, and wanting to spend every second with your mate."

"I'm confused for fuck's sake!"

"What is there to be confused about?" Taeyong stood from his office chair, finally looking up from his work, and moving around to sit with Jisung, but rather than sitting in the chair next to the younger, he leant on the armrest on the other, facing him.

"We're too young."

"Look, Jisung... I may not have been as young as you when I met Areum, but I knew the moon goddess herself knew what she was doing the second I had an actual conversation with her." As Jisung had expected, Taeyong had taken him seriously, as he'd always done and as the younger had hoped he'd always do. "Selene never makes mistakes."

"I don't want to scare her off."

"Then don't." The elder shrugged, before asking out of pure curiousity, not to taunt him, but just to know. To coach him through the thick of it. "Do you have any real reasons to befriend her, or is she one of the peers you don't talk to?"

"She's my new lab partner." The younger shrugged, but then again, what interesting conversations could occur over investigating DNA?

"Great! Get to know her, I don't see what's stopping you."

"I don't want everyone to go nuts over her though, you know how us lot get about mates." Despite the elder thinking, for a split second, that the younger was joking, the shock on the elder's face was a dead giveaway that he had not been expecting this reaction from Jisung, but nonetheless listened.

"I won't let them."

"I don't want to mark her until we're older."

"That's valid."

"I don't want to hold her down from her dreams."

"Only she can determine that, Jisung." Sighing, Taeyong gave the younger a small smile, giving the only reassurance to the younger that he could think to give. His own experience. It was the only way to make him understand that this bond is not to tie someone down, and it is definitely not a ball-and-chain. "Areum is going to law school, nothing is stopping her, and I would hate it if she thought I was stopping her."

"That's different."

"No, Jisung... it's not." Taeyong's gaze analysed the younger's confused expression.

Looking up at the elder, Jisung had a broken expression, feeling as if he'd lost you before he'd even had a chance, as if he never even had one to begin with. "Tell me what to do."

"What do you feel is right?"

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Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

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The Red Means I Love You | Wanda Maximoff

Two

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x oc

Summary: Alex Barton was always accustomed with the colour red. The colour of blood. That was before she was tasked with hunting down the Maximoff twins during the Age of Ultron. However, she remembers her fathers words. That the best shot he ever took, was the one he didn't take. And so she takes it upon herself to bring Wanda into the Avengers, no matter the cost, and soon finds herself enamoured with a new type of red.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, shooting, panic attack, hurt/comfortish

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: taglist below, thank you guys for reading

I arrive at my family's farm house, with Fury in tow.

Sure enough, the Avengers are already here. I can hear Steve and Tony going at it from the other side of the house.

"Alex!" Lila calls out from the front porch as I approach the house and I hug my little sister tight as she runs to me. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I say, lifting her up, surprised by her weight. "Gosh look at how big you've gotten."

"Oh Alex thank god you're here," Laura says hugging me as I walk up the stairs.

"Laura," I smile, hugging my stepmom. "Is dad inside?"

"He is," she says and looks me over. "Are you alright?"

With Fury's permission I share with her, "There's something you need to know, and Dad's gonna be mad."

"Okay," she says carefully. "What is it hun?"

I show her the watch on my wrist, a watch that matches the one she once wore, the watch of a shield agent.

And she just smiles. "Do you really think that I'd believe you abandoned Shield so easily?"

"You knew I was still working for Shield after dad told me to quit for my own safety?"

"It's you Alex, of course I did," she says. "We both know how protective your dad is."

"There's one more thing." I tell her. 'Fury's here."

"Where?"

"Waiting for them in the barn."

She nods and gives me a quick hug. "I'll take care of it, you go see your dad."

I run inside to my dad, finding him in the loungeroom with cooper, and hug them both tight.

"Alex?" Dad exclaims with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Orders from director Fury," I answer and he gives me a look. "The Avengers need him, tell me honestly that they don't after I saw Steve and Tony going at it outside."

He sighs and looks upstairs to where Nat and Bruce must be. "I think you're right kid."

That night we all sit around the living room, me playing with Cooper and Lila before Laura puts them to bed. And I sit beside Nat, able to feel how shaken up she is.

"Ultron took you folks out of play to by himself time," Fury says to everyone. "My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he's made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asks.

"Oh he's easy to track," Fury says. "He's everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though."

"The Maximoffs," I say to the group. "If anyone knows it would be them."

"And which one do you want to ask, Mr speedy or the witch?" Tony asks. "We can't trust them."

"We aren't in a position to not take a risk on them," I say carefully. "They want peace, and once they realise what Ultron is I won't be surprised if they turn on him."

Tony ignores me and asks "Is he still after launch codes?"

"Yes he is," Fury answers. "But he's not making any headway."

"I cracked the Pentagons firewall in highschool on a dare," Tony says.

"Well I contacted our friends at Nexus about that," Fury replies.

"Nexus?" Steve asks.

"It's the world internet hub at Oslo," Bruce answers. "Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth."

"So what did they say?" Dad asks.

"He's fixated on the missiles," Fury answers. "But the codes are constantly being changed."

"Then we need to get to him before he gets the missiles," I say, knowing we're running on short time. "We don't have long, every moment we spend sitting here Ultron gets closer to it, and the first thing he'll do is drop one on all of you guys."

"Do we have an ally?" Nat asks, and I know of two if we could get them onside, even if the rest dismiss it.

"Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing," Fury says. "Still I'd pay folding money to know who it is."

"Well I might need to pay a visit to Oslo, find out who our unknown is."

"Well, this is good times boss," Nat interrupts. "But I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that."

"I do," he answers. "I have you. Back in the day I had eyes everywhere, had ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this, laid in a grave. So stand, outwit the platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk," Nat teases and I smile.

"So what does he want?" Fury elicits.

"To become better," Steve answers. "To become better than us."

I look at the picture Lila drew Nat and I as they discuss what Ultron wants until Bruce catches eye of it and realises. "They need to evolve. Ultron's going to evolve."

"How?"

"Helen," I whisper.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho."

We prepare to leave, and I suit up.

"Alex-" Dad begins as I put my pistol in its holster.

"You need all hands on deck," I remind him. "And I may yet be able to get us another ally against Ultron."

"You need to be smart about this."

I turn around and look dad in the eye. "Tell me that you have faith in me."

His eyes soften. "You know I do."

"Then trust me, trust my judgement," I beg of him. "I got it from you after all."

He hugs me tight. "I do honey, please, just be careful."

If he knew about half of the missions Fury's sent me on he'd have a heart attack, because I am anything but careful. "If I have a job I get it done. The world is at stake here, I can't afford to sit on the sidelines and play it safe."

He sighs. "You could at least try to lie."

I smile. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too kid," he says and Laura comes down the stairs and hugs us both.

"I'd say be careful but I know the two of you better than that," she says and looks at us. "Just come home."

"I love you mom," I say gripping her hand tight, the only mother I've ever had. "Tell Cooper and Lila I said goodbye."

She nods and I take in these moments with my family, not knowing what lies ahead."

I sit ready on my motorcycle, clad in leather, watching the building where Dr Cho is located when I see them, and their composure takes me by surprise, as does how quickly they run from the building, from Ultron.

"There they are," I say to myself and rev the bike, ready to follow.

"Alex, you got sight of Ultron?" Dad asks through the coms.

"No, but I've got sight of the twins," I answer. "They've abandoned the building."

"Follow them, we'll wait for Ultron to leave."

"On it."

I drive down the highway towards where they left, following the dots on my radar to a local market place and slow down as I find them, watching the chaos on a local news channel from a shop window, and pull up beside them.

"Crazy huh," I comment and they both look at me, and I can see the fear in their eyes. "I saw you two running scared from the building before Ultron tried to kill Helen Cho."

They share a look and stare at me. "Who are you?" Wanda asks.

"Your new best friend," I answer. "Pietro, Cap needs your help. Wanda get on the bike."

"What?" Pietro begins and I look at the live news, able to see the battle going down.

"We're transporting the body, the Avengers currently have it but we need to keep Ultron busy," I tell them. "Pietro, you go ahead and I'll take Wanda and knock out some of the legionnaires on the way."

Pietro looks hesitant but Wanda puts her foot down. "Go."

"How do you know we can trust her?"

"Because we both want to stop Ultron," I answer, taking a risk on them. "Am I wrong?"

Wanda shakes her head and gets on the bike behind me, telling Pietro. "Do what she says."

He takes off and I give my helmet to Wanda. "Wear this and hold on tight. It might get a bit rough." I speak into my intercom. "Cap you've got backup coming, Dad where are you?"

"Transferring the body with Nat."

"On my way," I answer and look back to Wanda putting the helmet on, "Ready?"

"I hope so."

"Good, let's go."

I take off, knowing getting the body out of Ultron's control is the most important thing right now, Ultron we can deal with later.

We're halfway to the train when I hear Dad yell out "Nat! Anyone have eyes on Nat!"

"On it," I answer and look up to the truck in the sky, able to see her grappling with one of the legionnaires midair. "Shit."

"What is it?" Wanda yells out.

"I'm gonna need you to do your magic hand thing," I tell her and point up to the sky. "Get that robot on the ground and then we'll go to your brother."

Red tendrils shoot up through the sky towards the robot and restrain it.

"Alex, we need more backup!" Cap yells through the intercoms.

"On my way!"

But not until Nat's safe.

"Throw her into the plane," I instruct Wanda, knowing Nat can take the hit. "Then they'll get the body out of here."

She cries out as she exerts her power and causes the bike to swerve, but I hear Nat.

"I'm in!"

With that I don't waste anymore time, and get to that train, it's not hard to miss.

"Now hold on tight! I tell Wanda as I head for a ramp. "This might get a little rough."

I rev the bike and go hard up the ramp, flying into an open door on the train and driving it straight into Ultron. We both fly off the bike into the walls of the train but it does the trick.

Pietro jumps between us and Ultron as I run to Wanda and help her find her footing.

"Bet you're glad you had that helmet," I comment as I pull it off her, and she looks at me flushed, then to Ultron.

"Please, don't do this," Ultron says as Wanda starts to cage him in.

"What choice do we have?"

It's then Ultron blows a hole through the train and disappears.

"We've lost Ultron!" I yell out into the coms. "Get the package out of here now!"

Steve runs to the control panel on the train and I look at Wanda, realising that we're heading for the end of the tracks with civilians on board.

"Civilians in our path!" Cap yells and Pietro goes to clear the way.

Wanda looks at me and I breathe "Can you stop the train?" I can see in her eyes she's asking herself the same question and give her a nod. "You can do this."

She readies herself and uses her magic to try to slow the speed of the train, and the grinding on the tracks makes an almost unbearable sound as I hold on, until finally, finally it stops.

I let out a sigh of relief and give Wanda a smile and an exhausted thumbs up as we stumble off the train to where Pietro waits outside.

"I'm fine," he says as Wanda checks on him. "I just need a minute."

"I'm very tempted to not give you one," Steve says and I give him a look.

"Steve-"

"No, they-"

"Saved Natasha's life," I tell him, standing between him and the twins. "Ultron would have her if Wanda didn't intervene when she was mid air wrangling with one of his damn robots."

"The cradle," Wanda interrupts, not caring what Steve thinks of them. "Did you get it?"

"Stark will take care of it," Steve answers and see the alarm that flashes in their eyes.

"No, he won't," Wanda breathes, her accent thick.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Steve says as I check Pietro over. "Stark's not crazy."

"He will do anything to make things right," Wanda desperately tries to get across as I come to stand beside her.

"Stark, come in," Steve says through the comes while I check that Wanda's not hurt.

"You okay?" I ask quietly and she nods, preoccupied with Stark.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it," Wanda tells us. "Where do you think he gets that?"

Steve and I both realise just how right she is.

"Come on," I say, looking at the four of us. "We've all taken a beating today, Pietro you ride with Steve. Wanda, I'll take you."

"We're bringing them back with us?" Steve asks, and I nod. "Tony won't be happy."

"Good," I say. "He needs someone to call him out on his bullshit."

He nods, trying to ignore my language. "Our bikes are destroyed, and your dad's plane's gone, how are we going to get back to the tower without Stark knowing we're bringing them."

I laugh breathlessly. "Taxis?"

Pietro goes with Steve while Wanda and I take our own, not wanting to draw too much attention.

We sit beside each other in the back seat, beaten up from running the motorcycle straight into Ultron.

"I will warn you," I begin. "That after what happened at Struckers lab it will not be a warm welcome when we get the Avengers tower."

She nods absentmindedly, already knowing this and asks "Who are you? You are not an Avenger."

"No, but I am the daughter of one," I tell her. "My name is Alex Barton, I am an intelligence agent for Shield."

She eyes me carefully. "Shield is-"

"Shield is officially classed as a terrorist organisation," I answer. "I was about twenty when I started there, it was the only organisation that would take me after upwards of half a dozen arrests from protesting throughout my youth, one I even organised, against the involvement of American troops overseas and the bombings."

"You're lying to try to gain my sympathy," she says and I raise an eyebrow.

"Look into my head and tell me that?" I ask her, and she can't. "I was a twenty year old who wanted to make a difference in this country, in this world. When I joined shield I specialised in black market arms dealers and learned Stark Industry's role in that industry. Where his weapons were used and who died as a result." She looks down at the floor. "Your reasons for your hatred of Stark Industries are valid Wanda, your family-"

"What do you know about my family?" she asks defensively.

"That you were victims in a war that should never have happened," I answer. "When you became involved with Ultron it was my job to run intelligence on you and your brother and learned the United States government has us both on terrorist watch lists due to our involvement in agencies who were not what we thought they were, when we thought we were doing something for the greater good."

"If you believe in peace, then why do you work for violent people?"

"That's a good question," I admit. "In the end, I suppose it's because I'm a violent person myself, I'm not afraid to get my hands bloody for the greater good." I laugh at how awful that sounds. "And perhaps that's the real problem, that so many of us are. Ultron especially."

"Ultron would destroy the world to save it," Wanda says. "And that is all I saw when I looked into its vibranium experiments head, destruction."

I nod. "I believe you are a good person Wanda, that you aren't what intelligence agencies try to make you out to be. I've been through your files, and all I can see is a passionate young woman who wants to protect her country, and will go to greater lengths than most to do so."

She looks at me, almost in disbelief. "You really think that?"

"I do," I answer and lean forward towards her. "Which is why when we walk into that building I will have your back. You have exceptional power, and the heart and mind to use it well. Better than many of the Avengers at this point."

She's vulnerable as she asks "And after this, if we win, what will happen to us?"

I take her hand and squeeze it assuringly. "We could use someone with your passion and talents, the Avengers will be hesitant but I know others who would take you and your brother in a heartbeat."

"You truly mean that?" she asks in awe and I nod. "Thank you."

"And I promise, we will make sure Tony doesn't make this worse, but doing that will likely lead to physical conflict."

"We're prepared," she says, without fear. "As long as you aren't driving this time." I laugh and she shakes her head at me. "Did you really think you could kill Ultron by running him over?"

"It was worth a shot."

We both laugh and watch the tower growing nearer and sigh.

"Here we go."

"You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes," we hear Bruce say as we enter the lab and Steve puts his foot down.

"I'm gonna say this once-"

"How about none-ce," Tony retorts.

"Shut it down!"

"Nope, not gonna happen."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"And you do?" Bruce retorts and I speak up.

"Bruce, I know that you know better than this," I tell him. "You can't let history repeat itself."

He raises an eyebrow and points to Wanda "She's not in your head?"

"I know you're angry-" Wanda begins.

"No we're way past that," Bruce says. "I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."

"She isn't in our heads," I say sharply while dad and Nat stare at me. "Tony. You cannot do it again."

"What do you mean again?" Tony says. "This is Jarvis-"

"This is madness!" I yell, being the first one to pull out a gun. "I have not spent my life trying to protect the world from global threats to ignore a global threat in the same room as me!"

"What life," he scoffs, ignoring the gun. "You're like twenty three."

"And you are an egotistical madman," I say stepping closer. "Who is about to create another Ultron before we can kill your first mistake."

"Alex," Dad warns. "You're right but we don't need to get violent-"

"You don't know what's in there!" Wanda yells.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming!" Tony yells back as I shoot at the computer screens while Pietro dashes around the lab, unplugging everything before anyone can react.

"No, no," Pietro says while everyone gapes at him. "You were saying?

We all stare at each other, ready to fight as Tony says "I'm rerouting the upload."

Immediately I fire at his computer and I'm tackled to the ground by Nat who pins me down. "Don't start a gun fight-"

"Too late," I reply and knee her sharply in the stomach and she doubles over on top of me. "Wanda was the one who saved you up there, she isn't our enemy."

I push her off me at the same time Tony fires a blast at Steve, knocking him to the floor and Bruce locks Wanda in a chokehold, us out-powered.

I look up at dad who stands there, torn. "Trust me," I beg and he whips out his bow, firing at Tony's computer as Wanda uses her powers to push Bruce off her and I yell out. "Don't let him turn green!"

He hits me hard, knocking me to the ground as I jump between him and Wanda, and kick his knees out from him, and hear him hit the ground hard. Wanda gives me a hand, pulling me off the floor as I raise my gun, prepared to shoot at Tony until Thor crashes into the room, and we watch as he raises his hammer, and lets the lightning free.

"Wait!" Bruce yells as Thor slams it down upon the body.

We all stare in horror as the android rises and then launches at Thor and he throws it through the glass window to the other side of the building. I pull Wanda back as Thor motions for us to stay away.

"It's vibranium," I whisper as dad comes to my side. "We can't stop it."

It stares at its own reflection and slowly comes back down to face us.

"I'm sorry," it says, reminding me too much of Ultron. "That was- odd. Thank you."

"Thor," Steve says. "You helped create this?"

"I've had a vision," Thor explains. "A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its centre is that."

He points to the stone and Bruce asks "What? The gem?"

"It's the mind stone," Thor says. "It's one of six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."

"Then why would you bring-"

"Stark is right," Thor says and that definitely surprises me considered he had him in a chokehold a week ago.

"Oh it's definitely the end of times," Bruce comments.

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron," Thor says.

"Not alone," Vision says.

"Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?" Steve asks.

"We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix," Tony explains. "To create something new."

"You think I'm a child of Ultron," Vision says.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron," it says. "I'm not Jarvis, I am-"

Wanda steps forward "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."

"Look again," it says and Dad walks forward.

"Her seal of approval means jack to me."

"Dad-" I say before Thor interrupts.

"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mind stone. And they're nothing compared to what it could unleash. But with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve questions, and looks to Vision. "Are you?"

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Well it better get real simple real soon," Dad says, fed up.

"I am on the side of life," it says. "Ultron isn't."

"Hmm," I scoff, not buying it. "Ultron believes he is, and so he would destroy the world so life can evolve."

"He will end it all," Vision agrees. "But it should not."

"So what's stopping him?" Tony asks.

"You," it says.

"Where?" Bruce asks.

"Sokovia," dad says and I look at Wanda and Pietro.

"If we're wrong about you," Bruce warns. "If you're the monster that Ultron made you to be-"

"What will you do?" Vision asks.

"I have some ideas," I say, not trusting it. "But first we'll see how they work on Ultron."

"I don't want to kill Ultron," it says, and already I'm damning Thor for bringing it to life. "He's unique, and he's in pain."

"He's a fucking robot," I dismiss. "He's the one that is going to put billions of people in pain."

"Patience, you didn't let me finish," Vision says. "That pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others." He looks at himself. "Maybe I am a monster, I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go."

My eyes widen as he hands Thor his hammer, leaving all of us speechless.

"Three minutes," Steve says. "Get what you need."

I'm getting changed when there's a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

It opens and Wanda stands there, but quickly averts her eyes when she sees me in my bra.

"Sorry I- Natasha said I could find you here," Wanda says shyly. "She said to apologise for what happened before."

"It's okay, come in," I say and she shuts the door behind her as I reach for my shirt. "Just getting into something that allows a bit more movement since it's likely going to be chaos."

"You're the one that brings the chaos," Wanda says, amused. "I know we only have a minute, but I just wanted to thank you before we go, thank you for defending my brother and I."

I pull my shirt over my head. "I should be the one thanking you for saving Natasha, for coming to our aid."

"So I suppose that makes us even?'

"I suppose it does," I say and look at her, a red shawl draped around her. "Here I should have something for you." I pull a red jacket of mine out of the wardrobe and pass it to her. "Try it on."

She drapes her shawl over my chair and slips the jacket on over her black dress, she looks beaten up but beautiful.

"It suits you," I say, trying not to smile too much and look away, reaching for a hairbrush. "You might want this after being on a motorcycle."

She laughs quietly as she takes it and moves in front of my mirror. "God I look like a mess."

"That makes two of us," I say, looking at her smudged eyeliner and my messed braided crown. "Still no reason we can't look good when we're going to be out there kicking ass."

"Let's hope we are," she says, but she can't hide her nerves. "If Ultron wins-"

"He won't," I promise her and she looks down at her hands. "And you shouldn't blame yourself."

She makes a surprised sound. "I thought I was the one who was meant to be able to see into peoples heads."

"You did what you thought was right, until you realised the truth, and you left," I remind her. "And here you are, working with people you hate against a common enemy."

She shakes her head. "I don't hate- not really. I just- I just wanted peace."

I put a hand on her arm and offer her a small smile. "And we'll have it, once Ultron is gone, maybe that's something you and your brother can help us work towards."

She smiles and nods, her voice thick. "I- I think we would like that."

We hear Steve yell out "Alright everyone on the plane!"

"We better go," I say, leaving my own jacket here and putting on my bracers, a similar design to Natasha's. "You need a gun?"

She twirls red tendrils around her finger. "I think I'm okay."

"Ultron knows we're coming," Steve says as we sit in the back of the ship, Wanda beside me. "Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia, they didn't." I look down to find her hand wrapped around mine. "So our priority is getting them out."

Once we hit the ground I go to dad who hugs me tight.

"Please, please, please, make sure you get out of this okay," he begs me. "Don't play the hero."

And I look at him and laugh. "Now how am I supposed to not do that when I learned from the best?"

He kisses my forehead. "I love you kid."

"I love you too dad."

Pietro goes from house to house, alerting the city they are under attack while Wanda and I are on the ground, directing them in the right direction. I watch her use her powers to get into the heads of everyone in the district and realise truly how great her power is, how it could so easily be used to harm people. And here she is, using it to save them.

We're in the centre of the city, trying to help with a traffic jam when suddenly Ultrons legionnaires start emerging and attacking the city.

"Protect the people on the bridge, I'll take them out!" I tell Wanda, shooting electric currents at the robots, frying them while she throws up a shield against them and gets knocked to the ground as they escape. I shoot the robot down and help her to her feet knowing that while she may be powerful, she isn't as experienced in a fight. "Come on let's go!"

The ground starts separating around the city, and sinking. We stand back and watch, unable to stop it as the city begins to rise.

"Dad!" I yell out and see him run over to us. "Is this really happening?"

"It is," he says and I raise my com.

"Fury come in, urgent backup needed in Sokovia. Ultron is destroying the city."

"We're coming as fast as we can, but in the meantime focus on saving the civilians," he instructs, and I realise we're on our own for now at least.

Suddenly the automatons all start speaking at once, and it's Ultron's voice.

"Do you see, the beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise only to fall." The city fully separates from the ground and I hang onto Wanda. "You, the Avengers, are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword." I look over to dad, who I've never seen so afraid. "and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure." Wanda clings onto me, trembling. "Purge me from your computers, turn your own flesh against me." Dad fires an arrow into one of them, but there are so many. "It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world, will be metal."

I begin firing at them as Wanda stands behind me and hear Cap over the intercom "Stark, you worry about bringing the city down safely, the rest of us have one job, tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt them back. You get killed, walk it off."

Dad and I keep taking them down while Wanda keeps the civilians moving, until half a dozen come down on us.

"Come on!" I yell, grabbing Wanda's hand and running for cover while dad covers us, they shoot at us and I grab her as we crash through a window, covering her body with my own as glass comes down on us and we crawl to cover.

Dad checks to make sure we're clear while I hear Wanda struggling to breathe.

"Wanda-"

"How could I let this happen?" she gasps out, having a panic attack. "This is all our fault."

"Wanda no-" I say holding her face between my hands. "Hey look at me, just breathe, okay, it's all okay, just breathe." She looks at me, breathing in and out shakily. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Tears smudge her eyeliner. "It's all my fault."

"It's your fault, it's our fault, it's everybody's fault," Dad says cutting through the bullshit.

"Dad," I warn, as she struggles for her breath.

"Who cares," he continues, with his typical tough love I always got. "Are you up for this?"

She's almost gasping for air, terrified, unable to answer.

"Dad just leave her with me, you go," I try to tell him, but he won't leave either of us here.

"Look, I just need to know," he says. "Because the city is flying." He can't even believe what he's saying. "Okay look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense."

They fire through the wall and we duck for cover.

"But I'm going back out there because it's my job," he says as I squeeze her hand tight. "Okay, and I can't do my job and babysit, and neither can Alex. It doesn't matter what you did, or what you were, she's told me to trust her judgement and I do. If you go out there you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here you're good, I'll send your brother to come and find you. But if you step out that door, you are an avenger. Both of you."

He gets up and loads his bow before getting back out there and I look at Wanda. Her eyeliner smudged eyes wide and afraid, but I know the gut that's behind them.

"It's now or never Wanda," I tell her, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheek. "We're fighting for our lives here, but we're also fighting for Sokovia, for the world. Show me what I know you've got and let's end this, here and now."

She nods numbly and I help her stand, her hand wrapped around mine as she takes a deep breath and looks to the door.

She readies her magic while I ready my weapons, and together, we walk out that door and face the war outside.

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