#i must now go climb onto my roof now

[writeforfandoms]

Born for Greatness 6

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You may have noticed this is now chapter 6 of 9! There are 8 official chapters and then there will be one bonus chapter with the 141 pack and Logan interacting.

This chapter, you have a very hard time. But not everything is bad.

Warnings: Swearing, attachment issues, John Price is his own warning, more world building and shifter behavior, pack cuddles definitely need their own warning. Discussion of reader's past and issues. Bodily throwing reader into a cold pond.

John Price x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Something shifted after that movie night. Suddenly, Price was everywhere - checking up on you, watching you while he worked with rookies, ensuring you ate. 

And as much as Logan liked to tease you that you were wilfully blind, you knew what this kind of behavior meant, especially coming from him. 

He was treating you as pack. 

You weren’t sure what surprised you more - the treatment, or the lack of protest from Logan. Logan did watch Price any time they were in the same room, but he was being oddly calm about everything. 

Which just meant you were mentally braced for something to blow up. 

But you finally got the make-up class for the last group of soldiers scheduled. You ignored the fact that Logan followed you to class, taking a seat back behind you. 

That class went off without a hitch, which… was good. It was. It was a good thing.

Even if the continued good behavior of the soldiers meant you were that much closer to being done with your job here. Really, there were just a few things left on your to-do list.

You tried hard not to feel disappointed about that.

Especially when the order from LoveSac arrived. That was a big item off your list. You mostly watched as the pack (plus Logan) got the pieces set up in the rec room, although you did smile when Soap threw himself onto the finished product with a low groan. 

“Ye were right,” he mumbled, just barely audible to you. “This is great.”

You laughed quietly. “I’m glad you approve.” But the pang of your heart must not have been as concealed as you’d hoped - three heads swiveled to look at you: Ghost, Price, and Logan. “You lot should get comfortable, make it feel more like home,” you said, quickly looking away from the shifters. “Soap’s got the right idea, take a nap.” 

Your phone ringing gave you the perfect excuse to escape, which you took. Your feet moved on autopilot as you listened to the woman on the other end of the call, making the appropriate noises at the appropriate times. 

You weren’t even surprised when you found yourself outside. It was just that kind of day, clearly. It couldn’t just be one thing, it had to be multiple things at once. You thanked the woman softly and hung up. 

Briefly, you debated climbing up onto the roof of the barracks again. But you dismissed the thought. Not this time. You needed to actually start tackling this problem. 

“Bad news?”

You yelped, fumbling your phone as you whirled to face Price. “I swear I’m going to put a fucking bell on you.” 

“Sorry.” This time he actually sounded like he meant it, hands out at his sides, eyes very blue before you yanked your gaze back down to your phone. 

“It’s fine.” You blew out a breath, leaning over to grab your phone and wipe it off, avoiding looking at him. 

“What happened?” He shifted closer, slowly, carefully. 

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You shrugged off his concern with a little smile. “Don’t worry about it.” 

He chuckled quietly, taking another step closer to you. “I’m the alpha,” he rumbled, “which means it’s my job to worry.”

You huffed something almost a laugh. “I suppose so.” You rubbed one hand over your face, pressing your thumb and forefinger into your eyes until stars burst in the darkness under your eyelids. “Apparently, there was a fire in my apartment complex and the whole thing is closed off pending investigation. There was some damage to my apartment, but I have no idea how much.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Price murmured, low and gentle and closer than you expected. “Do you need to go?”

“No, won’t do me any good.” You let your hand drop back to your side, blinking a few times to get rid of the last few spots in your vision. “Besides, I’m almost done here.”

“That so?” He tipped his head at you.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “The LoveSac was the last big thing. Just need to do another day or two of observing everyone, and then I can sign off on everything.” 

“So you’re a day or two away from being done with this job.” He crossed his arms loosely over his chest. 

“Yes.”

“Stay here.”

You blinked up at him, sure you’d misheard him. “...What?” 

“Stay here,” he offered again, watching you closely. “For as long as you want.”

“But I’m not military,” was the first thing out of your mouth. You were still a little bit in shock.

“I’ll take care of that.” One big hand settled over the back of your neck, warm and soothing. “Think about it, hm? All you have to do is tell me yes or no.” 

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, a little bewildered still. “I will… let you know.” 

He nodded, squeezing gently. You could have melted. Your eyes fluttered closed and you had to force them back open again, holding steady against him. “Call me John.” 

You blinked, eyes blowing wide. “Okay. John.” 

“Come back inside,” he suggested, ever so gently tugging you forward. “Join the boys. Relax a bit, eh?” 

You thought about resisting, about writing up the report that you really should be working on, about the half-dozen other little things you could do. Thought about the big things that needed doing too, like finding a new apartment.

And then you gave in with a sigh. “Yeah, alright,” you agreed, allowing the comforting warmth of his hand at the nape of your neck to guide you forward. “For a little while.” 

Price - John - didn’t relinquish his grip on you until you were back in the rec room. Logan was gone, but you didn’t have time to ask where he’d gone, because Soap got up from the LoveSac to grab you from John. 

“Ye alright?” he asked, tucking you under his arm easily as he guided you to the napping spot. 

“Getting there.” You shrugged, unwilling to go into things again. You were busy shoving your feelings down. 

Soap nodded, searching your expression, before he grinned. “Hey, LT. Incoming.” 

You had approximately a second to think oh shit before Soap tumbled you over the back of the couch, somehow avoiding Gaz. 

And landing you right in front of the cheetah.

Ghost simply blinked at you languidly, nose twitching as he sniffed you. You blinked back at him, holding very still. Not that you really thought he’d do anything to hurt you, but still. 

You did startle when he laid half-across you, purring. Oh. Oh that was really kind of nice, actually. The purring was soothing, and the weight of him was nice (since he wasn’t fully laying on you), and it was all too easy to go lax. 

“Ye never purr like that at me,” Soap grumbled, pout clear in his voice. 

“Hush.” That was John, soft but still in charge. 

There was a little grumble and then Soap flopped over around you, his head near yours and his body curled to fit into the free space around you. Which you noticed when you opened one eye to look at him, curious. 

“Alpha-mandated nap time,” Soap murmured with faux-gravitas, eyes twinkling. “Ghost reinforced.”

You snorted and closed your eye again. “Guess so,” you agreed softly. You felt the couch dip near your feet and someone tugged your shoes off. But you didn’t bother checking this time. Didn’t matter if it was Gaz or John - either way you were safe and warm, and still had a purring cheetah laying on you. 

Really, there was nothing for you to do but relax, soothed to sleep by the gentle rumbling. 

You had no idea how long you slept, but you woke to gentle nudging, and blinked blearily. You were still surrounded by warmth, although Ghost was no longer laying on you. 

“Time to get up,” John murmured, low and rumbling. 

You wrinkled your nose, sitting up slowly. “Time ‘s it?” 

“Almost dinner time.” John gave you a bit of space, watching as you cracked your neck and blinked several times. 

“Right.” You puffed out a breath. Ghost blinked at you from his spot on top of Soap, ears flicking towards you. “If you ever want an alternate career, I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever fallen asleep,” you joked. 

Ghost snorted at you, one paw batting at you, slowly, playfully. He was even being careful of his claws. Aw, he did like you! 

John offered you a hand up to get off the couch, which you accepted. Gaz handed over your shoes, and you left with the two of them, giving Soap and Ghost time. 

Somehow, you were still surprised when the two shifters coordinated to seat you between them. 

At some point, you were going to have a massive freak out about this. You could tell. 

But not today.

You did beg off after dinner, though, going to take a shower and do a bit of actual work. That report wasn’t going to write itself.

Not that you were using work as an excuse not to think about what you wanted. Of course not. You’d never. 

But when your vision blurred and the words ran together on the screen, you finally gave up, pressing your palms against your eyes. 

Maybe you should take a vacation. Maybe you should finish up here and go back to Canada with Logan for a little while. Get some space to clear your head, examine everything objectively. Take some space to decide if this was really a good idea. Logan would let you stay with him, he always did. 

Plus that would give you a chance to get your living situation figured out, since your current apartment was no longer viable. 

You groaned softly, pushing your palms harder into your face. No. No more thinking about this tonight. You needed sleep, not an anxiety spiral. 

Even so, it took you a while to fall asleep, schedule knocked out of whack from the nap earlier and your own stress.

So of course someone pounding on your door far too early in the morning had you jolting out of bed, bleary-eyed, head pounding angrily with the lack of sleep. You yanked the door open, teeth bared, ready to rip a new hole into whoever woke you up.

Only to be rudely pushed past as Logan made his way into your room, uninvited. 

“Get dressed,” he ordered, giving you a quick once over. “We’re going out.”

“Where?” The word was still grouchy but you were already closing the door, aware this was not an argument you would win. 

“Outside.” 

You flashed your teeth at him, thoroughly unimpressed, but got dressed anyway. 

Logan didn’t speak again until the two of you were outside, starting a patrol of the perimeter. It was completely unnecessary, considering this was an active base, but clearly Logan needed it. 

“Are you staying?”

You nearly stopped out of surprise, blinking at him. “What?” 

Logan shot you a look that said all kinds of derogatory things about your intelligence. “He offered you a place here. Are you going to stay?” 

“I don’t–” You sighed, short and sharp. “I haven’t decided.” 

“You’re being stubborn.”

“It’s more complicated than that and you know it.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is it?” Logan shook his head, steering you along. “You like them. You trust them. You’ve been given an offer to stay.”

“I still have things back home to take care of,” you shot back. “It would make doing my job more difficult. They’re gone I don’t even know how much.” 

“People make it work all the time.” Logan shrugged. “If you want it, you’ll make it work. If you don’t, let ‘em down easy and come back with me.” 

“I was thinking of taking a bit of time off to think about it.”

“Nope.” Logan snorted, shaking his head. “You’ll use the space to procrastinate on making an actual decision and run away.”

You narrowed your eyes at Logan. “Rude,” you growled. But he wasn’t exactly wrong, was the thing. 

"So. Do you want it?" Logan stopped the two of you beside a pond, looking out over the water. He at least gave you a bit of space by not looking at you. 

You blew out a hard breath. Did you want it? Yes. But you didn't know if it was the right call, if it was a good call. You could probably think of a thousand reasons why you shouldn't. 

A hand in your pocket jerked you out of your musings, and you had just enough time to look at Logan in outrage before he shoved you. Hard. 

You shrieked as you fell. Straight into the pond. Cold water enveloped you, briefly filling your mouth until you touched the bottom and failed your way back up to the surface. And spat out the water. 

"FUCK!" You whipped your head around to glare at Logan, dripping and cold. "LOGAN!" 

“It’s a simple yes or no question, kid.” Logan stood above you, your phone safely in his hands.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You started up the bank and out of the pond… only to halt when Logan got in your way.

“No snowbanks here,” he drawled. “You gonna answer the question?” 

“No, I don’t think I will.” You stepped to the side, intending to go around him.

And ended up falling straight back into the water. 

This time, Logan started talking while you were wiping the water from your eyes, ignoring the chill seeping through your skin. 

“They’re not like your foster parents, kid. You know that.”

You froze half-way through trying to climb out. Shouted words and slamming doors echoed in your head, and for a moment you felt very small. Then you shook yourself, lips twisting in a grimace. “I know that,” you spat. “Also, which fucking foster parents?”

“All of them.” Logan tucked your phone in his pocket so he could cross his arms over his chest. “They’re not gonna get sick of you and give up on you, kid.”

Your heart ached at that. The water was looking very tempting again, suddenly. You could just walk away from this absolute train wreck of a conversation. 

“What are you doing?” You looked at Logan, hands clenched into fists to hide the trembling. 

“Knocking you outta your own stubborn head.” Logan kept his gaze steady on you. “I can do this all day, kid.”

And he could. You knew because you’d tested him only once as a teen. 

Guess you were having a conversation about your traumas this morning. 

“You know I’m no good at this.”

“No shit.” Logan snorted. “You never have been.”

You glowered at him. “This kind of shit doesn’t just go away because you keep throwing me in the pond.”

“Nope. Gotta work at it.” Logan finally glanced away from you, smirking. “Figured you’d have some help with that.”

You turned slowly, a horrible sinking feeling in your gut. 

And locked eyes with John.

#born for greatness #john price x reader #john price x you #shifter au #f!reader

[timelessstardust99]

Star gazing | 14th doctor x female! reader (part i)

NO SPOILERS (okay, maybe slightly)

Pairings: 14th doctor x reader

Warning: slight spoilers, nothing major, hopefully (the meep counts as a spoiler I think)

Characters: the doctor and the reader.

Summary: after everything with the meep had finally ended, the doctor thought it was best to stay the night at the noble-temple household, slowly getting closer to y/n who reminds him so much of his late wife.

y/n sat on the roof of her goddaughters shed, staring up at the vast openness of space. It was calming, relaxing even. Just today, she had battled some evil alien by the name of meep and nearly lost the earth because of the meep.

She had also met a strange man, he was named the doctor, he knew Wilfred a long time ago and apparently he knew Donna and Sylvia as well before she came into the picture. Growing up, she had heard of a man in a blue box that could travel in space and time, she was quite the spunky kid growing up and loved everything about the stories and would attempt reenact the stories, as if she herself lived them. Her imagination was good, she could imagine anything and she could do it. That's how she got her career. She was determined.

Startled out of her thoughts, she saw the strange man in question climbing up onto the shed, struggling to steady himself, which caused the young woman to raise a brow. Once he was steady enough, he looked up and saw y/n there, and he grinned. "Oh, hell y/n, I didn't realize you were here." He lifted himself up and sat right next to her, "why haven't you gone to sleep yet? I'm sure you're exhausted from today," the doctor questioned. She bit her lip and turned away, staring up at the stars again.

"sorry, I've got lots of things on my mind, hard to sleep really." She sighed. The two were shoulder to shoulder, the silence between them was awkward or had any sort of tension. The doctor glanced her way, noticing small details, little ones that remind him so much of River. Everything she did today reminded him of River, and he couldn't explain. He nudged her.

"well, that's no good. You humans need your sleep." He joked. y/n laughed, shaking her head, her slight curls (or whatever style you have/want) bounced on top of her head.

"yeah, suppose you're right, doctor," she looked over to him, him being caught and frozen by those e/c pools of hers. "But, I just can't seem to. I mean, after everything, it's a wonder I'm still sane. That alien nearly killed me and my goddaughter and her family and almost millions of others." She pulled at her hair in frustration, before slumming, the doctor watching her closely. She glanced at him, "you know, growing up, I heard the stories of you. The amazing doctor my mum would call you, thought you were a myth." She shrugged, nudging him back.

He chuckled, "amazing, huh?" He asked, "I think I'm far from that, dear." He froze at the word he used, hoping she didn't catch it. She wasn't River. River was gone, and so were Amy and Rory.

y/n stared at him with wide eyes, before smirking, "dear? No one besides Donna or Sylvia calls me that." She gently pushed the doctor. "Don't tell me you fancy me doc," she laughed. The laugh was so familiar to him, which helped sooth his aching pain.

"no, sorry, it slipped." He admitted, "you just remind me of someone... Someone important." y/n stopped laughing, her smiled going soft.

"they must be important if little old me rinds you of them. What's their name?" She saw his face and tried to backtrack herself, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me --"

"no, no, it's fine." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Her name was River Song... She's gone now." He said.

"well, she sounds nice, this River woman." She leaned back on her hands, her hair cascading down her shoulder, "wish I could've met her."

"yeah." He said, watching the stars alongside her, their shoulders close as her head gently leans against his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed. "Oh, I have to ask. Donna said that you were back only for a month from college. What do you study?" He asked after a beat. She got off his shoulder and beamed.

"archeology. I'm becoming an archeologist, so I can travel the world and find hidden discoveries and artifacts that have been lost in history!" She grinned. The doctor stared at her in shocked silence as she went back to watch the stars. But, River was an archeologist. Don't tell him this is the universe's way of playing a crude joke on him. "Someday doctor, I'm gonna change the world. And people will know who I am. I'll be a great archeologist, I just know it." She looked at him to see him looking at her with nervousness. "What's that look for?" She asked. He smiled at her gently.

"heh, spoilers," he chuckled. She shook her head at his weirdness and went back to the stars. What did the world have in store for him? Only time would tell, and he already knows he hasn't got any left.

note: it's a bit short, and just to clear it up River and the reader are not related. They just look similar in style and career choices, that's it.

#fourteenth doctor x reader #rose noble #doctor who #x reader #female reader #donna noble #meep doctor who #alienxhuman #shaun temple #sylvia noble #doctor who 60th anniversary #one shot #fluff

[sad-chaos-goblin]

Wrote a little ficlet based on this post I made. It doesn't cover everything I listed but this is how it came out. I'd never considered writing fics until very recently but GO has taken over my mind, heart and sanity and this fandom is incredibly inspiring, so here we are 🤍

It was over. The Metatron had been defeated and the system had been brought crashing down. Now they had to rebuild, to create something truly good and fair from scratch. But right now that was not a priority to Aziraphale. Right now, he had a demon to apologise to.

Crowley had accepted to work together to thwart the Metatron, of course. But he had been standoffish towards Aziraphale the entire time. Every single interaction had been tense and awkward, and Crowley had never stuck around any longer than what was strictly necessary for them to strategise. The ease and warmth was gone ever since that awful day at the bookshop. 

Aziraphale knows where to find him. He climbs the fire escape up to the roof above the bookshop and finds him sitting on the wall that surrounds the rooftop, looking out onto the city, legs dangling casually over the ledge and an open bottle of wine next to him. Crowley doesn't turn around, even though Aziraphale knows he's felt him arrive. He walks up to him and leans his hands on the waist-high wall. Crowley keeps staring straight ahead. He has his sunglasses on, of course. The angel hasn't seen him without them ever since the day he accepted the supreme archangel job.

“You’re back.” says the demon, his voice neutral as he continues to look straight ahead.

“Crowley, we need to talk.”

"We got rid of that big giant floating head twat and that was quite the ordeal. If you're coming to suggest another life-endangering mission, sUpRemE aRChAnGeL, I'm afraid I'm tapped out.” He takes a swig of the bottle, his gaze fixed on the cloudy London horizon. Thunder rumbles nearby.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale says gently, “I… I am an idiot.”

Crowley slowly turns his head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?” he grumbles, looking back into the distance.

Aziraphale takes a step closer, wringing his hands nervously. He knows what he wants to say but suddenly he feels like any words he could utter couldn’t possibly be good enough. But he must try. “The last thing I ever wanted was to leave you. I need you to know what.”

“And yet you left. You made your choice.” Crowley's words are heavy with sadness.

“I… it’s not that simple. The Metatron he… the way he made the offer, I had no other option. He knew about us, if I hadn’t gone along with it I don’t know what he would have done to us, to you. I… I wanted to make things so you could be safe, I needed to…” the words tumble out, high pitched and pained.

“He knew about us...” interrupts Crowley, musingly, saying each word slowly. He sighs lightly and turns his head towards Aziraphale. “And what is it that he knew about us?”

The angel freezes, feeling an additional wave of nervousness strike him. “You... you know what I mean.”

Crowley swings his long legs around and drops down off the wall to stand, facing him. “WHAT isss it that he knew about usss, Aziraphale?” he repeats, spitting out each word.

“About… us, being … uhm… the agreement.” He’s feeling panicked, but instantly regrets his words.

Thunder crashes loudly above them and rain starts to fall as the demon faces him silently, his face full of sadness, his jaw tight. 

“The agreement. Indeed.” Crowley finally says, dejectedly.

He turns and starts walking away. For a moment, Aziraphale feels unable to move, overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness. But something inside him shocks him into action and he rushes forward, catching up to Crowley and grabbing his arm to turn him around.

They face each other again, Crowley's expression desolate, raindrops in his hair and dripping down his face. “Crowley, I am so, so utterly sorry. I was so afraid. I have always been so afraid. Of what could happen to us, what they could do to us, to you, of losing you if we weren't careful enough. And because of that, I have spent all these centuries pretending..." His voice breaks. "Pretending that I am not in love with you.”

Crowley twitches slightly, looking stunned. He opens his mouth as if to speak but says nothing, almost as if he can’t remember how to form words. 

Aziraphale lifts his hand tentatively to Crowley’s sunglasses. “May I?” – he asks.

Crowley nods, still looking quite stunned. Aziraphale gently removes them and feels a deep pang of emotion at seeing those beautiful yellow eyes again after so long. He smiles softly. They silently look into each other’s eyes for a long moment, hearts thundering. 

Crowley breaks eye contact and looks down. "Angel, I am a demon, I am what I am, that can't be changed or fixed". 

"Oh Crowley, I love everything you are, I don't want you to change." smiles Aziraphale, gazing up at him with adoration.

Crowley leans his forehead against the angel's, smiling, his golden eyes welled with tears.

His voice cracks a bit as he speaks, "I don't ever want to pretend again, angel. I want to be us, for eternity."

"For eternity", replies Aziraphale, placing his hand on Crowley's cheek and gently pulling him into a kiss.

The rain is easing off. A nightingale sings in the distance.

#good omens #good omens ficlet #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #supreme archangel aziraphale #go3 speculation #vavoom #good omens fanfiction #crowley's sunglasses

[docholligay]

Choose Your Own Adventure (jan 2024)

I think the problem is that I want to write GOOD things instead of writing anything at all, and I think that's kind of a mistake or at least i think it's not helping me. In any case, I've decided I'm going to write BAD things. Do y'all remember the choose your own adventure novels from the 70s and 80s? No, because so many of your are in class with my daughter fingerpainting, but trust me they were always bad. They were always bad! So I'm writing something like that, and it's going to be bad, or maybe accidentally good, but I don't fucking care which. I'm going to add onto it every month, and you can play along if you like. After every segment it'll basically ask the audience what we do next via a poll. Enjoy. Or hate. I gotta do something and this is something. The perfect is the enemy of the good and the good is the enemy of the accomplished. It's a haunted house story. OKay.

Some houses are histories in themselves. The story is told, complete, before all witnesses, in the lean of a building, a rough and torn roof, or a well-kept garden with an elm grown old, a bench curved around it. You imagine lives for these houses, even moreso than for the people in them. They are the old men in the pub, they are the spurned spinster, they are the young mother. These bricks and stones and lines of wood contain our tragedies and triumphs and turn them to their own. They are the books of our lives that we cannot write for fear of the honesty. 

It was, to the observer, such a house. 

It must have been grand, once. The knockers bore witness to such a thing, iron and old brass twisted together like snakes into the letter of a family that must have prospered here long ago. The moon shone off that knocker, silvering her like a wilted duchess, her back bowed by the swell and retraction of time’s seasons. The door itself was not one, but two, a pair of twins craved by craftsmen and then by circumstance, the detailing of leaves and acorns in its edging torn away and scratched in places, offering them a violent individuality. 

The house branched from those two doors, the twins made mere siblings still echoing each other into an angle on either side, slowly boxing in a sandy courtyard where only a handful of shabbat bushes now grew. Cracks crept up the side of the house, splitting and spreading like a rumor as they dug into the high walls, dipping under the roof eaves. Where the cracks could not be seen, it was only for the veiling of more than half dead vines slowly climbing the stained and sickly yellow paint, pushing out the dark and tattered shutters. 

For all its scars, what one noticed at the approach was the sheer immensity of the place, as modest as a whore, as spartan as a pope. The grand doubling of it, rows of windows staring in the moonlight, reflecting a life out into the grit of the courtyard, the house curving at either end in grand octagonal bays, one enclosed, and one free, suggesting a difference that might have been born and not made. 

All of it was perfectly bisected by a high tower that rose above the doors, peering over a widow’s walk. It, too, was made with the sharp lines of an octagon, square glass panels neither revealing nor glimmering, only taking in the night, capped with a dome so dark it blended into the night sky, even as the moon looked on. A clock, stopped at three fifteen, adorned the front of the tower, its white paint once stark against the black but now faded to a dispassionate grey. An iron flag atop the dome should have shown which way the wind was going, but stayed it its place, pointing outward to the front gate. 

Fog settled over this forgotten ruin like a tender blanket over the dead, hiding it from the world. 

Standing in the middle of a great path of weedy grass, a flashlight held in her hand, Lena Oxton gazed up at the house. She was not immune to the human sense of augury in such a house, but neither was she immune to the pouring rain that fell off the edge of her cap and brushed against her chin, nor the bickering taking place in the van behind her. Signs and portents may or may not be real, and ghosts might only be a suggestion, but the rain was very real, she was sodden and cold , and someone was about to die in more than a suggestive way if they had to spend the night in that small van. 

She looked back toward the wall where the van was parked, its headlights only just visible over the wall. Even with that being true, she glanced over her shoulder toward the house and considered, just for a moment, bolting back toward that crumbling brick and throwing herself over it. But only a moment. Fear did not get to hold the yoke. She had never allowed it before, and she wasn’t going to start with a house just because it had gone to rack and ruin. 

Lena stepped toward the carved and pitted door, took a breath, and knocked.

Who's in the van? <-- I'm a voting link!

#doc's choose your own adventure

[volturialice]

hear distant meowing as I'm dozing off at roughly 1 AM

assume the cat is trapped somewhere in the house. get up and look for her. check various closets, garage, front and back entrances, and outside just for good measure even though she is an Indoor Cat

realize that I am reenacting about 16 different horror movies

decide I must have imagined the meows and go back to bed before whatever is lurking in that shadowy corner up by the ceiling decides this is its moment

fall asleep holding knife

am shaken awake at 2:30 AM by my mother, who is in an absolute panic

the cat is on the roof

she is on the roof making piteous cries of abject misery

I did not imagine those meows an hour ago

through the one window that looks out onto the roof, we can see the cat. she can see us too and comes to meow for rescue at the window. it is also the only window in the house that is sealed shut and which we have never been able to open

my mother is panicking harder than ever. she is about 2.5 seconds from a hulklike adrenaline rush that will allow her to rip the sealed window out of the wall

I suggest a ladder

we open the garage and clank around, swearing as we shove aside garbage bins, bikes, and workbenches and wake up half the neighborhood in order to access the Big Ladder

we carry the Big Ladder around to the back/side of the house, where minnie is still mewing piteously

what are we going to do, climb it?

yes, mom, that is generally the purpose of ladders

"I can't climb that." it's fine. I will climb the ladder

I climb to the top of the ladder. you know, the part you're not supposed to stand on under any circumstances

I stand on it. the gutter is my only handhold. this gutter better be fucking welded on there

I am no longer in a horror film. now I am in one of any of the zillion scenes about firefighters rescuing cats from trees

minnie stops wailing when she sees me and starts purring like a cat who had resigned herself to roof death

I'm gonna have to climb down this ladder one-handed with my 13-pound, notoriously squirmy, claws-out-always, #1 Fuck Arounder and Finder Outer cat in the other hand, huh

she's lucky she's so cute

I'm getting the distinct vibe that she blames me for the entire situation. I can't believe you trapped me on this roof, she seems to be saying. (you MAROON minnie?? you maroon her on the roof like the fiddler?? jail for 1000 years)

I climb down the ladder one-handed in the dark at 2:30 AM

crisis averted. cat rescued. 2 AM snack for minnie

how did she get onto the fucking roof at 1 AM? how did she get outside in the first place?

idfk these are some of life's little mysteries I guess. I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEP

#life of g

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

“ so why don't we go somewhere only we know.” - from somewhere only we know by miki ratsula with Eddie <3

hi darling!! there are so many great versions of this song but i had not heard this one! it's lovely! so here is something for you, also lovely: eddie whisking you away at a party for a quiet moment

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You've found pretty much the perfect spot to wait for Eddie. The kitchen is crowded, sure, but sitting on the counter gives you some air and a vantage point to see if he's coming back. Someone turns the music up and a few people scream at the song and bulldoze to the living room to dance. It's nice to see a bunch of twentysomethings having fun, your friends among them.

Robin looks like she's making fun of Steve's dance moves and Jonathan and Nancy are standing close in the corner, his entire body curved over hers as they talk. You know probably every other person at this house -- whose house it is you can't really remember -- so you feel comfortable enough alone for the moment.

But the moment doesn't stretch too long because you see a cloud of messy hair making its way towards you. You sip your beer patiently, swinging your feet a little where they hang off the counter. It only takes moments for Eddie to appear in front of you. He puts his hands on your knees and takes a comically large breath as if he's run a marathon.

"Christ," he says. "Bathroom line was a mile long." He flashes you a grin and tosses some hair from his face. "Miss me?"

You pretend to think about it. "I don't know," you say. "Who are you again?"

He mimes stabbing himself in the heart with a dagger. "Way harsh, sweetheart. Guess you don't want to see the cool-as-shit thing I found."

You hop from the counter. His hands ghost at your hips to help, then he grabs one of your hands. "Very funny," you tell him. "Now show me the cool thing."

Normally he'd mock you a little, tease and ask you to say please -- to which you'd refuse -- but he must actually be excited because he just starts to tug you through the crowd. No doubt many of them think you're going upstairs to fool around. You sort of wonder if that's what's going to happen, too.

But Eddie leads you up the flight of stairs and down a hall and into someone's bedroom. There is no one here.

"Whose house is this, anyway?" you whisper. Eddie shrugs.

"No idea," he says, full volume. "But I saw this from the street when we got here and thought it was a good spot."

You almost protest when he shoves open a window and you actually do when he climbs through out onto the roof. "Eddie!" you hiss. "Are you serious? You could fall!"

"I won't," he says, eyes bright. He reaches for you. "Now you. I've got you."

The excitement in his expression has you hauling your leg over the sill before you can think about it too hard. He does grip your hips this time, steadying you even when you're on two feet again. "Come on," he says. You look around and realize this part of the roof is pretty flat. You can hear the party downstairs, through open windows and spilling into the yard, but you don't think anyone will see you up here.

"How has no one found this yet?" you ask. Eddie stops you and takes off his jacket, spreading it on the roof before pulling you to sit down.

"No idea," he says. "But isn't it fucking great?" He tips his head back and grins. You copy him and gasp.

You have a perfect view of the stars. "Oh," you say. "Well, this beats the kitchen."

Eddie's lips ghost the shell of your ear. "It really does," he says. He drags them across your cheek and to the corner of your mouth.

"Stop that," you rasp. "I can kiss my boyfriend anytime. Right now I'm watching the stars."

He laughs and slings his arm around you. "Fair enough, sweetheart."

join the celebration!

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[fl3shm4id3n]

I don’t know if you’ve watched modern family but there’s this scene where one of the characters and her parents get locked out of there house and her babies start crying and she freaks out and jumps on top on a van to reach the roof and starts crawling to get to the window, do you think you can do a reader x Neteyam based on this?

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: locked out of the house, reader is feaking out, climbing on the roof, babies crying, modern time. You and Neteyam are a married adult couple, reader has twins (based on the old hc of you and Neteyam having children.

A/N: I have seen modern family, but mainly videos about Gloria because she's my favorite. I also tried looking for the vid to get an idea on how to write this fic, but I couldn't find it, so I came up with something.

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That morning you were in a rush, you and Neteyam had planned on going to his parents house. Neteyam had got up early, fed the twins and got them ready to leave. You didn't want to be late like the last time. You had slept more since Neteyam didn't want to wake you up from your sleep, but you woke up at a reasonable time. While you got ready, Neteyam watched over Loreyu and Txampay. When you were done getting ready, you made sure you had everything in the dipper bag, you didn't want to leave anything important behind.

"Y/n calm down, we're only going to my parents house" Neteyam commented, while having Xam on his lap, he had been doing her hair into small braids. "I know, but I don't want to be late like the last time Net. Is Loreyu ready?" you asked, looking over at the baby boy who had been laying on the baby mat that was set in your room. "Yeah" Neteyam said, and sat Xam on the mat next to her brother.

"Okay, everything is the bag, I'm going to put it in the van" you got the bag and placed it on your shoulder. "Also, don't forget to lock the door, the last time you didn't" you mentioned, leaving your room. "I'll be right back okay?" Neteyam said towards the kids who were busy playing with the toys that were on the mat. Neteyam walked out of the room and went to the front door, locking it.

He looked over and saw you struggling to put the car seat in the back of the van. He placed the keys on the small table that was next to the front door and he closed the door. He walked over to where you were. "Need help?" he asked, and you nodded. Allowing him put in the car seat properly. "Okay, let me just go get the twins and we'll leave." You commented and Neteyam just nodded. You walked over to front door and attempted to open the door, it was locked.

"Net, can you give me the keys?" you asked, walking over to your husband. "Yea, hold on" he reached into his pocket from his pants to get the keys, if they weren't in that pocket, they must be in the other one. He reached in the other pocket. Nothing. "Damn" he said, making you look at him. "What?" you asked, now a bit more concern. "I don't have the keys" he said, this made you kind of panic. "Where did you leave them?" you asked again.

Neteyam stopped to think, he remembered locking the door, but then he released where he left them. "Shit" he said, "what?" you asked nervously. "They're inside." He said, now it was time to panic. "You left the keys inside!?" you freaked out. "Do we have a spear key?!" you asked, panicking. "No?" he said now nervous, making you freak out even more. "Net! We need a spear key!" you cried out, panicing. "Oh Eywa the children are inside! Is the back door unlocked?" You asked, but Neteyam shook his head "no, I always have that door locked" then you heard the twins beginning to cry from your upstairs room window.

"My babies!" you screamed like a mad woman. With out thinking twice, you climbed onto the van, getting on the roof as fast as you could. "Y/n! What are you doing!? You can get hurt!" Neteyam now began to panic, scared that you'd fall. "My children are in danger!" you yelled. Managing to get on top of the garage roof. "Be careful!" your now freaked out husband yelled.

You crawled on the roof, while Neteyam was trying to get the front door to open. You were careful in trying not to fall from the roof, but you didn't care if you got hurt, your babies needed you. Then you got to the window and peaked, seen your babies on the mat crying, wanting their parents. You attempted to pull the window the window up, but it seemed to be stuck, but you didn't give up. With all your strength, you continued to pull the window up.

Finally you manage to get the window to open wider and slipped inside. You rushed over to your babies, and scooped them up in your arms. "Shh shh shh, it's okay, mama's here" you said, holding the twin in both your arms, trying to get them to calm down, but then you heard a loud thud on down stairs, followed by some mad person running up the stairs. "Are the kids okay!?" Neteyam yelled once he entered the room.

Seen you with the twins in your arms, made him sigh in relief. "Thank Eywa" he said, going over to the mat and sat in front of you, taking Xam into his arms, holding her close. Loreyu had calmed down first, but Xam was still crying but once in her father's arms, she was now calming down. The moment was silent, seen your kids safe was all that mattered to you and Neteyam.

"I think we're going to have to cancel" you commented, still holding your son in your arms. "Yeah, I think you're right" he said. "What happened down stairs?" you asked, this question made Neteyam face turn into one of embarrassment. "I... uh... broke the front door" he said, making you chuckle. "I don't know how, I just got this instinct when I kept hearing the twins crying." He commented. "So did I, how strange" you stated. "I bet we look like mad people to the neighbors" you said with another laugh. "As long as our kids are safe, I don't care of what other think." Neteyam said with a smile.

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[amesvertes]

FANTASIES OF A LOVED ONE. neteyam

warnings: angst/semi-fluff/no use of y/n/death/implications of fem!reader

summary: in which you have a tough time coming to terms with the loss of your mate.

a/n: i'm sorry y'all ;-;

"this is not healthy-"

you yank your arm back from neytiri, hissing at her words. "no, i am going to see my mate."

"sweetheart, neteyam is de-" she tries to reason with you once again, eyes shining faintly wit the threat of tears. "waiting for me. neteyam is waiting for me." you cut her off, voice ice cold as you turn away from her, storming out of the marui.

so many emotions invade your mind; anger, frustration, sadness.

jake says you are going through something people on earth would call 'the five stages of grief.' but that is not true, you can't grieve for someone who is not gone.

to you it may seem that way but to your friends, your family, you are driving yourself into madness. hanging onto the tearing thread that is your mate's spirit. it's self destructive to say the least. sure you get to see him, but at what cost?

you spend time in an imaginary world, a temporary imaginary world, just to have to wake up again. just to have to face an empty marui, alone in the morning all over again? just to have to cook a meal, alone in your empty marui again, knowing you're only cooking for one person?

deep down, you know it's pathetic. but you can't help it, you can't help holding onto the fantasies your mind creates; fantasies of a loved one.

the journey to the metkayina spirit tree is a desperate one as you will your ilu to swim faster.

you barely have time to take in what used to be the beautiful scenery of the marine life as you ride past. it is still beautiful, but not as beautiful as it used to be without another pair of eyes accompanying your own.

your heart rate picks up as soon as you arrive at the glowing tree and you hop off your ilu, swimming closer to the large tree.

you hastily grab the braid surrounding your queue, extending it before you even reach the vines of the tree.

a sigh leaves your plump lips as you close your eyes and hover in front of your usual vine, one that goes deeper into the tree, allowing you the comfort of seclusion.

your tendrils connect to it causing a shiver to run across your spine.

when you open your eyes again you are met with the roof of your marui.

it must be mid morning, judging by the strength of the sun. a sudden sense of urgency causes you to bolt upright. you're late for the hunting party, for the second time this month.

a groan of frustration leaves your throat as you lay back once again, rolling over.

"is something wrong?"

there it is, the only voice on pandora that is able to soothe your aching soul. neteyam sully's voice.

you prop yourself up on your elbows with a smile, staring lovingly at your mate. "you made me late, again." you try to hide your smile, failing miserably when neteyam tackles you back onto the surface of the hammock.

you laugh when he pouts down at you, "you don't want to spend the day with your loving," he pauses to kiss your cheek, "strong," another kiss to your collarbone, "sexy," you laugh as he moves to kiss your ear, "amazing mate?" now he attacks your face and tickles your sides, causing loud laughs and snorts to leave your throat.

you wrestle with him in the hammock, giggling each time you hiss at each other teasingly.

this constant movement leads to the hammock swinging this way and that, causing a euphoric dizziness to cloud your senses as you finally climb on top of the blue na'vi.

"i win, you skxawng." you laugh out, staring down at neteyam's handsome face. his bright yellow eyes bore into yours as he wraps his arms around your waist.

a small sadness creeps up your neck as you continue to gaze down at him and you feel a tear run down your cheek.

neteyam frowns, cupping your cheek softly. "what's wrong? why are you crying?"

you sniff and shake your head, smiling at him in awe, "i'm just happy to see you."

"i'm happy to see you too."

this is the sadness of it; in reality you are not laying in a hammock, exchanging sweet nothings with your lover. you are alone, hanging onto fantasies of a loved one.

© amesvertes 2023

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[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Nine (Part 5)

It doesn’t let up, the rain, the whole way along the motorway, and on the radio the weatherman describes high winds and rain along the southwest and midlands due to last all night. The trees that flank the roads are practically blown horizontally, but it doesn’t stop me, I just whisper an incredulous “what the fuck,” at the weather as I continue, south, further south, and southeast towards the sea. 

I don’t remember this drive feeling so long the last time, and it’s almost three full hours before I glimpse the sea on the horizon. The rain is less extreme by now and pitter patters steadily on the windscreen, but the mist lays like a thick blanket still, turning the land murky and grey and frigid, while all of the heat has been sucked out of the air. It feels as though autumn has decided to come in a fury and tear the last of summer away with frenzied relish, and would rip every last leaf from the trees if she could.

I pull the car in at the south end of the beach in a pile of wet palm fronds, right by those old wooden steps, and they’re slippy, threatening to knock me off my feet, but I am determined. The beach house juts out from the dunes with rivulets of water pouring from its corrugated roof onto the darkened sand below. 

Soaking wet and blinking water from my eyes I climb its iron stairway on wobbly legs and knock. There’s movement inside, warm light and voices. He comes to the door. 

“Evie?” Jude says, and his eyebrows are pulled together in a frown. “What are you-” He breaks off, and my feelings must be written all over my face, because he’s suddenly awash with understanding. He stands there, lets his arm go limp, and his face collapses.

“You’ve come to break up with me.”

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#lucky girl part 3

[kringletheelf04]

Delivering gifts and -THE NORTH POLE?! (chapter 3)

Soaring through the sky everything looks tiny. I hold onto Charlie as tight as I can as he and I peer over the edge of the sleigh. Suddenly the sleigh starts to descend onto a nearby roof.

"I hope you're all happy! And I hope the guy that lives here is a TAILOR!" Dad yells.

"You've got the suit on, now what?" I ask dad.

"The list." Charlie says calmly.

"Oh here's a list, how fortunate!" Dad snarks.

Dad steps out of the sleigh, bag in hand. Suddenly the bag starts floating up, bringing him with it.

"Are you ok dad?" I ask him.

"I lived through the 60s, don't worry about me!" He shouts down at me.

I climb out of the sleigh only to start flying up too. "What's this bullshit now?! I'm not in the suit!" I burst out before we are both sucked down the chimney.

"Ok what now?" Dad glares at me.

I take the sack from his hands. "We deliver." I say straight faced.

"Even if I wanted to, it's empty." He hisses.

I open it and find three boxes inside despite the bag feeling empty just moments earlier.

"I guess not dad, we better hurry though and get back to Charlie." I hurriedly placed the presents under the tree. I turn around to see this kid standing there, grinning ear to ear.

"Uh we got company dad," I nudge him.

"How come you don't have a beard?" The kid asks him.

"Because I shaved," he spits.

"You're supposed to drink the milk!" She points to a cup of milk and a cookie set out on the end table.

"Look I'm lactose intolerant and you should be asleep," he argues.

"And who are you?" She says pointing to me.

"I'm the spirit of Christmas, Santa can't do it all by himself you know. Now how bout I drink this milk and you go on to bed sweetheart." I convince the child downing the milk and pocketing the cookie.

"My mom calls me sweetheart! How'd you know that!" She rocks on her feet.

"I'm not Santa's helper for nothing, now off to bed with you." I whisper, ushering her up the stairs.

I make my way to the chimney and dad turns to me. "How did you know that little girl's nickname?"

"It just came to me, I don't know how, but it did. Now let's get out of here!" I say grabbing his arm as we get sucked back up the chimney.

"So how'd it feel?!" Charlie probes.

"Felt like America's most wanted. Now take us home guys!" He commands the reindeer and they take off flying.

At one point or another Charlie and I must have conked out. Next thing I know dad is shaking me and snow is biting against my exposed skin. I pull the blanket around Charlie tighter and him to me. Charlie is definitely awake as he is talking dad's ear off as I'm trying to wrap my head around this.

The reindeer start their descent onto a patch of land surrounded by pine trees. All that is here is a pole.

"It's the North Pole!" Charlie jumps up and down excitedly.

Suddenly a kid comes from behind the trees. He approaches the pole, flips the top open and puts in a code.

Dad tries to get his attention but he ignores dad.

Suddenly the ground begins to move.

"We're moving! We're going down somehow!" I shake dad.

"Yeah I can see that (y/n)!" He shakes me back playfully.

Comet turns his head to me. "We're home!" He says.

I look at dad and he seems unfazed. Like he didn't hear it so I look at Charlie and he's the same.

I must have hit my head at Dennys. First a guy falls off the roof. Then we squish like jello down some chimneys. And now I'm hearing reindeer talk to me.

We make our way down into what seems to be a workshop. Dad steps out of the sleigh. He turns to me and places a hand on my shoulder " stay here with your brother where you're safe." He asserts himself. I know I'm going to ignore him as I'm curious.

Dad walks over to a kid and starts talking to them.  I step out and lift Charlie, blanket and all out of the sleigh. I walk to dad with Charlie as a person around my age comes over.

"Hey! Who's causin' all the trouble around here?" He asks the kid.

"He is!" "She is!" Both dad and the kid point at each other.

"Are we on a coffee break?" The man asks the kid.

"We don't drink coffee!" The kid retorts.

"Then I guess the break is over! Back to work. Thanks." He grumbles and starts to walk away.

Dad squares his shoulders " Take it easy on her, will ya? Who are you?"

"I'm Bernard. Nice to meet you Santa." The man now known as Bernard says to dad.

Suddenly my tattoo is so itchy. It feels like it's on fire. I don't know why but I feel drawn to this person.

I must zone out for a minute because Charlie is now next to dad. I rush over and pull him back slightly. Bernard may be handsome, but he's also still a stranger.

"I'm hungry and thirsty too!" Charlie butts in.

"Yeah dad, all he's had for the past couple hours are cookies I've pocketed from houses." I chime.

"And who might these be?" Bernard asks my dad.

"These are my kids Charlie and (y/n). (y/n) and Charlie meet Beh- beh-." Dad struggles to place the name just given to him moments before.

"Bernard, right?" I ask Bernard.

"Yes." He nods at me and then turns his attention towards Charlie, "Hiya sport"

"He called me sport just like you two do dad!" Charlie says excitedly.

"Wonderful" dad spits.

"Hey, you know what. I got somethin' for you. Okay, now hold out your hand, all right? Now, be very careful. This is very old, just like me." Bernard reaches into his satchel and retrieves a snow globe.

"Shake it Charlie,"I encourage him with a nod.

" Uh, Larry, take Charlie here and get him some chow." Bernard beckons a kid over.

"No, Larry, don't do that. Charlie!" Dad sputters.

"He will be ok dad. He's not dumb." I try to reassure dad.

"Exactly! You'll want to get out of those clothes as soon as possible. You two look drenched." Bernard gives a look over and shakes his head.

"Barnaby, I just wanna go home. Look, I am not Santa Claus!" Dad stammers.

"Did you or did you not read the card?" Bernard says through gritted teeth.

"Yeah why?" Dad snaps.

"In putting on the hat and jacket you accepted the contract" Bernard motions to our attire.

"The Santa Clause: "ln putting on this suit and entering the sleigh the wearer waives any and all rights to any previous identity, real or implied, and fully accepts the duties and responsibilities of Santa Clause and the Christmas spirit in perpetuity until such time that wearer becomes unable to do so by either accident or design." Bernard reads off the card.

"Christmas spirit, what's that?" I ask him.

"The very essence of Christmas. You're responsible for all the holiday cheer." He explains to me. "Now the list will be shipped to your house. Mark each name with a P or a C."

"P for present and c for coal." I explain.

"What list?" Dad asks, confused.

"THE LIST! You know," Bernard points. "He's making a list" Bernard starts low.

"Checking it twice!" Charlie chimes in.

Bernard's hands meet his face in somewhat embarrassment.

The rest of the elves join in with "Gonna find out who's naughty and nice!"

"Now you and your kid gotta get your affairs in order. You're due back here on thanksgiving! That should leave you enough time for me to train them." Bernard says deliberately to dad.

"When do we get out of here?" I chime in.

Bernard turns his attention to me, "You leave tomorrow morning."

"What if I don't want to do this?" Dad asks angrily.

"Don't even kid about something like that!" Bernard glares at him.

"Why not?" Dad challenges.

Bernard's face falls, "Then there would be millions of disappointed children around the world. You see, children hold the spirit of Christmas within their hearts. And seeing as your kid now is the spirit of Christmas, you wouldn't want to be responsible for killing the spirit of Christmas and your kid, now, would you Santa."

What now?! I'll die if dad doesn't get with the picture. My jaw drops slightly and my eyebrows furrow. This has got to be some nightmare.

"Judy will take you to your room. Get out of the suit. It needs to be cleaned. I'll take (y/n) to their room." Bernard motions for me to follow and I do.

Dad's mouth falls open but he quickly shuts it.

This has got to be the worst night of my life thus far.

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[sociallylost]

What if Leo and Alex where cousin???

ALEX POV

I was sitting on a bench with Sam, as Magnus paced around impatiently.

"Stop moving!" I snapped "It's annoying me!"

He paused for a moment...then went back to pacing.

I groaned, slouching on the bench and rubbing my face with my hands.

We where waiting for Magnus's cousin Annabeth and her friends.

"Why are you so nervous?" Sam asked flatly, "This isn't the first time you've seen Annabeth or Percy."

"Yeah," I chimed in "nothing to worry about Maggie."

"I know...but I haven't met her other friends before, she's bringing two other demigods"

"Don't worry!" I groaned, "Nothing bad or interesting is going to happen, it'll just be a normal catch up," Sam gave me a tired side eye, "Well, as normal as demigod stands go." I added under my breath.

"Hey, Magnus!" A voice called, we all looked towards it to see Annabeth and Percy walking towards us, with two other demigods behind them.

Magnus ran up to Annabeth and gave her a quick hug, he wasn't usually a hugger, but Annabeth was an exception...and me of course, but only if I agree.

They walked over to us and Annabeth introduced her friends, to Magnus, Sam and I.

"Guys, there are my friends from camp half blood, Piper and Leo." She gestured to a Cherokee girl, with messy brown hair, and eyes that seemed to change colour, then to a Latino boy, who looked like and elf.

I stared at him, and he stared back. Somthing about his face, seemed strangely familiar.

"Uh...Alex you good?" Magnus questioned.

I nodded slightly, "I feel like I know you."

The Latino boy nodded, "Yeah, same...your names Alex?"

"Yeah, Alex Fierro."

His eyes seemed to spark with fire.

"HOLY HEPHESTUS!" He cried, smiling stupidly, "Alex! Your my cousin! Remember, my mum was Esparenza? We had the mechanic work shop and garage!"

My brain clicked, he was right, "Oh! Yes! Now I remember, my parents never let me play with you because they thought you where weird."

He laughed awkwardly, "Yeah...so did everyone else."

I was about to ask what he meant when Sam spoke up.

"Umm, I'm sorry, can we have an explanation?"

Leo perked up, and bounced over to me, bumping his shoulder with mine.

"Alex is my cousin, we rarely hung out because her parents didn't like me."

I grind mischievously "Well they can't tell me what to do now!"

"Ahh," Piper said "I see the resemblance."

"What?" Magnus asked.

"Leo has the exact same grin...usually it means he is about to make a stupid yet effective plan"

"Yea- Hey!" Leo exclaimed.

I laughed, "So, your a demigod?"

"Yep!" He said bouncing on his feet, "Child of Hephestus" he held out his hand and lit it on fire.

"Woah!" I stared and the flames, mesmerised by its glow. A sly grin spread across my face, "¿Quieres hacer algo divertido?"

His eyes literally lit up, "¡Sí! ¡obviamente! ¿Qué tienes en mente?"

"Oh no" Annabeth and Sam said at the same time.

"Hey! I wanna know!" Piper exclaimed.

Percy and Magnus just stood there, confused.

"Sígueme" I say, dashing off.

"Sí" He responds, running after me.

"Wow, surprised you can keep up" I call.

"Ha! Well running from authorities for six years of your life definitely builds up some stamina." He jokes.

"Six?"

"Yep," We both jump up onto a ledge and climb onto the roof of a small building, running along the tops, "The family, uh..they disowned me when I was eight"

I jumped into an ally way, Leo right behind me.

"Wait, they disowned you too?" I asked, shocked.

"What do you mean too?" He responded.

"Well, I was disowned when they found out I trans and genderfluid."

He gaped at me, I became defensive instantly, was he gonna make fun of me? Call me names?...hurt me?.

"THEY DISOWNED YOU BECAUSE OF THAT?!" His hair and hands caught fire, of course that's why he was shocked, he didn't think I was gross, he was mad at our family, I thought releaved.

"Yeah, but sucks for them, they lost a perfectly amazing person" I say, smirking smugly.

Leo laughed "Your weird," he said "It's great!"

"Yes! Finally some understands! You must flaunt the weird!"

"Yes, definitely" Leo agreed.

I started walking down the ally way, still have to get to the place.

"So what about you?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"Why'd you get disowned by our f**k of a family...uh, minus your mum, she was cool"

Leo stopped and looked down, "um...maybe another time..." he muttered.

"Not fair!" I exclaimed, "I told you my story, you have to tell me yours." Crossing my arms, I planted my feet firm on the ground to show him, that I would not move till he told me.

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, "WhenIwaseightGeaevisitedmeandscaredmeintothinkingthattheonlywaytosavemymumwastousemyfireabilitiessoididbutthatendedupkillingmumandsomyfamilydisowendmeandaentmetofostercarewhereiranawayfromsixdiferenthomesbecausemostofthemdidnttreatmekidnlyandiftheywhereniceiwouldrunanywayscauseineverwantedtostayinthesameplacefortoolongsoukeptrunnigawayfrommyproblemswhichisastupidideabutstill"

I stared at him, there is now way it's humanly possible to speak that fast,

"I'm sorry, what the hell did you just say?"

His eyes looked tired and sad, "When I was eight I killed my mother"

I stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he had said "What happened to the rest of the crap you said?"

"Geae the earth goddess lady, scared me into thinking the only way to save my mum was to use my fire abilities, but that just ended up killing her, so I was disowned and sent into foster care, but I would always run away, because I never liked to stay in one place for too long...or the homes just weren't nice"

To my own surprise, I hugged him.

"That was a one time offer, I don't hug everyone, got it?" I say sharply, he nods.

"Can we continue with the chaos causing now?" He asked.

"Yep...but I still want to here the rest of this story."

"Fiiinnnneeee." He complained.

I turned and ran towards a near by street, turning down it i stopped out side a large building.

"Where are we, and what is the plan?" Leo asked.

I smiled in a snake like way, and walked inside the building, Leo beside me.

"Santa madre de zues" He breathed.

Inside the building, where boxes, upon boxes of fireworks.

"Come on!" I call, running to the boxes, and picking an armful of fire works.

"This is illegal right?" Leo quetioned.

"Yep, but I'm dead and you'll be fine." I say carrying the fire works to a ladder, transforming into a large bird, I fly the fireworks to the roof and set them down, waiting for Leo.

He comes up a moment later, the fireworks stuffed into a bag.

"Where'd the bag come from?" I ask.

"My magical tool belt." He said proudly, patting the belt that sat in his waist.

"Cool! Can you make anything from it?"

"Yep! All I have to do is think of what I want, and I can just pill it out"

"Can you summon a chainsaw!" I question eagerly.

"Sadly no, I've tried before, but it's too big, even this belt has its limits, what about the whole turning into a bird?"

"I'm a child of Loki, shapeshifting is one of my abilities."

"Cool! I have a friend who can do that, he's name's Frank...but he's a son of Mars, not Loki."

I nodded, I will have to meet this Frank someday, "Now! Shall we?" I ask, gesturing to the fireworks.

My cousin grind, lighting his index finger ablaze, he lit, each one of the fire works.

"Okay...now, run." He said.

"Better plan!" I call, transforming into a large bird, I pick Leo up, causing him to screech like a mouse, and fly him to another roof top, so we can view the fireworks.

I sat beside him, staring up at the fireworks.

"Hey! Idiots! What are you doing?!" A voice calls.

Leo crawls to the edge of the building, "Hey Pipes!!!" He calls waving.

"The police are on there way!" Magnus calls.

I sigh and turn into a bird again, lifting up Leo and taking him back down.

"Alex what the hell" Sam snapped.

"You could've at least give us a warning" Annabeth chided.

"Clam down Annie" Leo said, earning a punch in the shoulder, "Ow, anyways, me and Alex where just catching up! No harm done."

"Tell that to the police" Percy chuckled.

"We should probably leave before the police get here" Annabeth sighed,

"Sorry Magnus, I'll come back soon, next time without Leo."

"Hey!" Leo and I exclaimed.

Piper laughed, "Come on Leo, we can't have the police catch us again."

"Wait again?" Sam asked.

"Okay! Keep in touch bird girl!" Leo said, smiling.

"Will do Mr.Toolbelt."

We all said good bye, and with that Leo left with his friends.

...

"We should probably leave too" Sam said.

"Yeah, I don't want the police to find me" Magnus agreed.

I nodded and walked with the, back to the gates of Valhalla.

#leo valdez #percy pjo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #pjo #alex fierro #magnus chase #pjo headcanon #pjo hcs #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the sword of summer

[the-canary]

high ground [vash the stampede] .06.

Summary: Snippets of the little moments in between the chaos of traveling with one Humanoid Typhoon. [Vash/Reader]

prompt: diamond. 

A/N: Practice for the larger series I have in mind and practice on how to write Vash’s character, so this will be on the short end. a birthday gift from me to the readers! lol.  the next two chapters are going heavy on the mc's background and on her current/former relationship with vash.

When you had lived under another name in another lifetime from your present one, Achraf had told you that you had no heart. You lived too cruelly and only cared for yourself up to the last moment. Surely, he would be laughing or smiling at how piously you were living now. However, that past life left you with scars, both mentally and physically, that had not healed over the decades and that you continue to ignore -- that was until nights like this, when you are alone in a rented hotel room with your thoughts since the other four members of your party were sharing rooms this time around.

When everything in this desolate world could condemn you to death, you must find something to hold onto and believe in.

Achraf held steadfast to his beliefs and himself to the very end, but at the time you were nothing but a rage filled ball of anger and resentment. Now, in your older age, you had only begun to understand what he meant. It left you aching for the past and wandering the dark and nearly desolate hotel room in the middle of night until you ended up on the rooftop. The cold wind wrapped around you, stealing your body heat quickly but it really didn’t bother you.

I hope you do something good with this long life of yours, my hellion. I hope you find a heart and it hurts you just as it did me.

“Hey, hey ,” a voice breaks your reminiscing as you turns to see Vash in his sleeping clothes staring at you from the door you thought you had been just a few moments ago, only to realize that you were overlooking the roof to the outstretched view of the small town, “Are you okay?”

His pretty blue eyes are full of concern and you can’t help but wonder if Achraf would be disappointed or proud of you at that moment. It had taken you years, but you were slowly coming to understand everything he had ever spoken of -- about having beliefs and finding a heart.

“I’m fine, Vash,” you murmur while wrapping your arms around yourself, “It’s just one of those nights where I can’t sleep very well.”

You almost want to ask how he had picked up that you had left your room, but you knew Vash well enough that he probably had his guard up since entering the hotel regardless how friendly he had gotten with the owner and other guests in the dining hall a few hours before. He walked towards where you were sitting when he took note that you were not going to be leaving just cause he was there now. The rattling of your thoughts ends for a moment as you stare at him -- droopy hair and gray sweats and slippers, so unlike the red coat and spiky hair that everyone seems to have their own story and exaggeration on.

“So…what’s keeping you up?”

Blue eyes look at you, waiting for an answer but you wonder if he thinks he’ll actually get one. You have slowly been opening up to him more, but there was still a wall that he could not crossover. So many people had tried to break or climb over, but where others failed, like Achraf had, Vash had time to keep playing this game of cat and mouse with you and he was annoyingly persistent when he wanted to be. Maybe it is due to that that you decided to let him know or maybe it is because of the late hour and your sleepiness that you decide to give in just a little.

“I think it’s mostly regrets tonight,” you remark while moving closer to the blonde, as if seeking his warmth out, which gives him pause for moment before he follows suit, "I have lived far too long to regret the choices I have made in order to survive, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t try to suffocate me from time to time.”

You let out a small yawn, unaware of the blue eyes taking you with a mix of sadness and awe. It takes him a while to try to say something since he starts to feel your body bump into his.  

“You know I’m bad at explaining,” Vash laughs in self-deprecation, “..but, you can lean on me, ya know?”

It takes him a while to realize what had happened before shaking his head as to why you haven’t answered him with your usual clipped manner. He can’t help but let out a puff of air in defeat as he takes note that you had fallen asleep while he had been thinking of his answer. You’re leaning on to his metal arm as the rest of you is still placed on the other side of the roofing of the hotel. He is going to have to pick you up and carry you back to your room, a thought that makes him blush on the way back though he still can’t help but think back on your words as well and be at awe with you all over again.

You struggle and fall back to reflect on your actions once more. You are constantly changing and transforming -- a beautiful jewel that is endlessly dimming and shining and that he can’t help but keep looking at and falling in love with even more.

--And that thought causes him to pause in the middle of the hallway in mortification as he looks down to stare at your sleeping form in shock.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun fanfic #series: high ground #fabiola trying to write

[spicywhenspeaking]

The second to last touch-starved prompt with anyone in Bad Omens please 🙏 I love your writing so much!

Sorry this took me forever!!! Tbh I STRUGGLED! Lmaooo couldn’t decide if I wanted to get sad with it or fluffy. I decided fluffy because thinking about sad stuff was depressing….😵‍💫❤️

Prompt was Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough and I did Nicholas x Reader

Anywhooooo! Hope you like it!!

Requests are open :)

I was all set to leave and join Nicholas on tour. I fit more clothes than physically possible in my bag and then the next day I woke up with a 103 fever and the worst body aches I’ve ever had.

I took a Covid test and when it came out positive I called Nicholas right away and it was probably a mistake because as soon as I heard his “hey baby, I’m so excited to see you tomorrow night. All packed up?” I busted out crying. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was rushed and panicked.

“I’m sick!” I broke out in between quiet sobs, “I have Covid.” The both of us were devastated about not getting to see each other.

My life as a private chef takes me all over the place so we haven’t seen each other in over a month and a half because of our conflicting schedules. We talk on the phone and facetime, but it’s not the same and I miss being with him. Being immuno compromised I was sick for a long time, almost three and a half weeks with a nasty cough and body aches that made it difficult to get out of bed some days. By the time I finally recovered they only had two weeks of the tour left.

By some miracle the retreat I was supposed to cater was rescheduled at the last minute so I went straight into planning mode and repacked my bag to prepare for my surprise. I told Matt and the other guys about it so they all knew to expect me and knew not to say anything to Nicholas. I was hoping I’d be able to be awake when I saw him after all this time but after several flight delays I’m a day later than expected and haven’t slept in over 24 hours so when my head hits the pillow in his bunk and I’m surrounded by his familiar scent I am immediately out.

I don’t know how much later it is but I’m lightly awoken when I hear clanking and shuffling outside of the bus followed by the door opening and feet filling inside. “I’m exhausted dude, I’m just going to climb in my bunk and try to call y/n” I can hear my boyfriend’s muffled voice. “Why is my curtain closed? I definitely left it open” I hear him again before he pulls it back and he startles me at first with his initial reaction. “What the fuck?!” He yelps and I jump, my head flies up and hits the roof of his bunk “ow!” I cry out and he must immediately recognize that it’s me. “Baby!” He says and climbs in the bunk and tackles me back into the covers. “Oh my god, baby. You’re here.” He mumbles into my neck. I can hear him take a long breath, “god I missed how good you smell, these guys smell like ass.” I chuckle and hear Folio say “hey!” From his bunk on the other side of the bus.

Nicholas moves to quickly pull the curtain back to closed. “I thought you weren’t able to come” he continues to mumble his words into my neck, unwilling to let me go. I smooth my hand down his head and play with his hair. “The retreat was rescheduled so I got a last minute flight to see you” I say and he finally looks up and I see his eyes are glossy. “I missed you so much baby” he says and leans up to me to kiss me and it’s perfect. I feel everything that we want to say, all of the “ I love yous” and the “I miss yous” all reflected in the kiss. When we finally part he rests his forehead against mine and we just lay in comfortable silence. “How was the show? I’m sorry I missed it, I’m exhausted. Fighting to stay awake right now actually” I laugh out honestly. Smiling, he shifts us into a more comfortable position with me resting my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. “The show was great, but I think this is the highlight of my night. I’m so happy you’re here.” I rest my hand on his chest and feel the steady beat of his heart, “I’m happy I’m here too Nicholas” I say and as much as my body craves to be closer in every way leaning onto each other, just being close was enough.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #badomenscult #nicholas ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fic #Nicholas Ruffilo fluff #fluff #asks #writing requests #author : spicywhenspeaking

[fineprintedsunsets]

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɢɪʀʟ

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Synopsis: It’s Kasey’s 23rd birthday, and her boyfriend, Loki Laufeyson being who he is, must go all out. They catch a film at a real 1960s drive-in, but a movie isn’t the only thing Loki came here to watch. 

Word Count: 2.8k

!Trigger Warnings!

-car sex

-humping

-birthday sex

-loki (should be an automatic warning)

-dirty talk 

-specific oc (Same as “Club Kisses)

-slight fluff

-Stephen Strange Cameo (your welcome) <3

I asked for one thing for my 23rd birthday. To catch a movie at a real 1960s drive-in. Of course, when I went to Loki with this request he decided to go all out. Including stealing a little something from Dr. Stephen Strange, which he promised to give back later. If he would? Who knows.

He stole, or in Loki’s words “borrowed” the Eye Of Agamotto. Which held the time-stone. I came home, which was now our shared apartment in Chicago, and almost walked through the massive sparking hole ripped through the atmosphere.

“Your wish is my command.” Loki smiled, grabbing my hand with elegance. When I first met him I was in a terrible place, newly relapsed, heartbroken, and empty. I slept with Loki for a distraction, but over 3 years later here I am smiling with the devil himself.

“Do I even want to know?” I quirk an eyebrow, looking straight through the orange portal. I can see a small portion of old cars lined up, rain belting against the metal roofs. It's magical, and all I want to do is step in.

“The wizard will get his belongings back, but tonight my darling, it stays with me.” Loki smiles, as he takes my hand and leads me through the open portal. My shiver courses through my spine as I stand on the wet grass, my hair getting soaked.

He closes the portal behind us and projects an umbrella with his magic.

I laugh, taking the gold handle, “We don’t have a car.”

“Don’t underestimate me with such cruel words.” Loki places his hands against his leathers, right above his heart, acting as if he is hurt. He takes my own, leading me through the waves of people dressed in 1960s attire, it was such a simple time.

For fashion, for films, for food.

“This is the best birthday present ever.” I smile as we arrive at a beautiful red 1962 Chevy Bel Air Bubble Top. My breath catches in my throat as I look at the car, the raindrops rolling off of my umbrella, falling in front of me.

“Is it to your liking?” I hear Loki’s voice behind me, pulling me out of my admiration, I turn to him.

“To my liking? Loki, I would have been fine with some cheesy romance movies and a couch fuck”

His smile changes as his eyes light up, filling with a look I am all too familiar, with (and all too fond of).

Hunger.

He opens the passenger seat for me, and I climb in, watching as the umbrella disappears before my eyes, yeah, don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. Cars are lined up in front of us, some people chewing on sweets, others enjoying crunchy popcorn.

Loki gets into the driver seat as we settle in, my eyes finding the large, white screen, before the opening credits of Peter Pan start rolling.

“Peter Pan!” I’ve loved him ever since I was a child, there was something so magical about being a child forever, about not caring what others thought, about believing in imagination.

Loki’s eyes light up as he says my bright smile, he opens his palm, making a bucket of popcorn appear. I watch as it falls into his lap, the delicious smells wafting through the car.

His hand falls on my thigh, tapping his fingers against the exposed flesh. I’m wearing my favorite pink skirt, and although it looks quite pretty it is revealing.

“Your gorgeous, my darling,” Loki whispers against my temples, before turning his eyes onto the film not projecting over the rain, the cover overhead allowing the film to still run.

𖤍 I’m pulled out of the movie several times as Loki teases me, between my legs, in-between my breast. I want to give in to him, but this opportunity is one in a lifetime. Watching Peter Pan at a 1960’s drive-in? Are you fucking kidding me?

What would I do without this man?

Loki’s fingers tetter with the hem of my shirt, before they snake down lower, his digits splaying between my thighs. I scoot over in the leather seats, trying to focus on Peter Pan flying around with three other children. The people in front of us have no idea we even exist, to them, we are not here.

A familiar heat pools between my thighs, settling in my stomach as Loki runs a finger on the outside of my thigh to my hips. I smile, on the verge of giggling.

“Loki, Stop.” I manage to grit out, but his mind is no longer immersed in the movie, his eyes are glued to my hips, and my focus is starting to tear away too.

“Let me indulge you in ecstasy, Kasey.” My breath hitches as his eyes meet mine, pulling me to his mouth for a kiss. I can taste him, the way his tongue explores my mouth causing shivers to shoot through me. The movie is distant now, the soundtracks floating in the rainy night air.

His hands cup the side of my face, I can feel the smooth sides against my cheekbones. “Loki.” It comes out as more of a warning. It’s too much, his mouth kissing down my neck, straining against his chair.

“Fuck you,” I mutter, before climbing out of my own seat, bumping the steering wheel on the way. I practically fall into his lap but Loki grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his pants. His erection tenting the leather slacks. I feel every inch of him press into me as he groans.

“Move on my cock, lamb,” Loki whispers against my throat, both my knees are placed on either side of his seat, allowing my core to press onto his cock. My chin rests on the right side of the headrest.

I do as I’m asked, moving down his length once. I moan at the contact as Loki grips my hips harder, forcing me to grind against him. My breath fans out, the windows already beginning to fog as raindrops fall against the metal roof of the car.

“Loki.” I moan, my hips jutting against him, chasing my high. My grip is hard against the leather headrest, trying to hold myself up as I hump him.

“Your doing well, keep humping me like that-” Loki growls between kisses, placing his lips just below my shoulders. “You like it don’t you, my love, the irresistible act of getting yourself off on my cock without ever having it inside you.”

“God.” I cry out, picking up my pace as he pushes me down harder, my clit hitting his clothed tip.

“I decide when you are to come.” Loki groans, I cry as his fingers trace the waistline of my panties under my skirt, while they still dig into my hips, pushing my clit down to rub harder over him.

My orgasm begins to crest, and I know he feels it. My panties are soaked, and my moans are begging to turn into cries of pleasure as I chase my high. I buck once over his hardening cock, feeling it wash over me. Just one more pump…

It stops, the feeling ceases as Loki pulls me off of him. His green eyes meet mine and he smiles. The bastard fucking smiles. I whine despite my agitation, trying to lower myself against him once more but he holds me still.

“I decide when you are to come, remember?-” He lifts me up and motions me toward the back seats of the car. I follow, landing on the cool leather. The smell of rain is beginning to sink into the hot car as is the smell of sex.

Passionate sex.

“-and although the sight of you humping my cock is nothing short of delectable, I’d much rather have you cum around it.” Loki follows me in the back, but not before he reaches over and pulls both of my legs to him so they hang over the center console.

“Let’s remove those panties, I’m sure they're soaked aren’t they?” Loki’s accent is teasing, his voice deep as his fingers go to my pantie straps and pull them over my thighs and down my legs, losing them somewhere in the front seats. My gaze is on him solely, even as I catch a glimpse of Peter Pan and his friends.

I will never look at Peter Pan the same way again

The cool air hits my bare pussy, causing me to hiss. Loki only smiles, as a large smirk plays on his lips. He licks over them, causing my legs to open wider.

“Look at you, Kasey. Your legs are already spread, ready to accommodate my cock. Or is it my lips that you want?”

He runs a finger over my clit, seeing as I buck into him. Loki pulls the finger up to his line of sight, noticing the wetness gathered on the flesh.

“Stunning.”

“Well-” He motions to my legs, “What will it be, birthday girl? My lips or my cock?” How could one choose? Both of which have brought me to orgasm over one hundred times.

“Or maybe-” He starts, joining me in the back seat, Loki’s fingers roam my body, roaming under my shirt while he gropes my breasts.

“I should make your little cunt come 23 times?”

I whimper. “I love you, Loki. But that may be a little too much.” He smiles, settling between my legs.

Loki, God Of Mischief, on his knees for me?

Now that is a birthday gift.

Loki’s green eyes meet my blue ones again, waiting for his answer. I believe it to be the hardest decision I’ll ever make in my entire life.

“Why can’t I have my cake and eat it too?” I whine, his eyes flicker, something mischievous playing behind them.

“My greedy girl” Loki tsks, his fingers splaying against my inner thighs, teasing as he opens my legs wider, my knees now bent as he holds them open. My clothes feel hot on me, and I feel a sudden urge to disregard them.

“Choose or I will decide your outcome and trust me, little one. You do not want that option.”

Maybe I do. I want to say, but the way Loki looks up at me is a warning in itself.

Don't test me. They seem to warn.

“I want your tongue.” I decide, even though I crave his cock. I want to watch this prince squirm. I want to watch him come in his pants. A gift for me, torture for him.

“Then it is what you shall have.” Loki smiles as he grips my thighs and I gasp as he pulls me to his tongue, licking the first teasing stripe up my slit. My fingers grasp at the leather, trying to hold my upper body up as Loki’s nose hits my clit, making me squirm.

“Your delicious, baby.-” His tongue flutters at my entrance, sliding inside with one gentle push. My fingers tighten until I can’t hold on anymore, and they end up in Loki’s raven strands. “And oh, so wet.” He delves into me with his tongue, lapping at my folds like a man starved. I see the sweat gathering around us, clear evidence of it is on the windows and the calming sound of rain soothes my nerves.

It’s heaven in the 1960s and the best part about it?

He’s all mine.

I curl his hair around my fingers, pulling him closer. Loki only smiles as I tug at him, pushing his mouth on my pussy. It’s a sight to behold, quite a magical one.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

“You're doing so wonderful my love, taking my tongue.” Loki groans, shifting so his back is against the back of the front car seats, It must hurt him be he doesn’t seem to care. I feel him thrust his tongue in and out of me, speeding up his pace as one of his hands comes down from my thigh to rub at my clit.

“Loki!” I whine, bucking against his mouth.

“What? Is it too much for your pussy? Come on, be a good girl, and take everything I give you.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, his accent filled with lust and his eyes hungry with need. Loki’s mouth is hypnotizing as it moves against my folds, his fingers toying with my clit. The pleasure that courses through my body is otherworldly and the moans that exit my mouth are anything but holy.

“How I would love to feel this tight cunt around my cock, milking me.” Loki groans as he shifts, palming his erection. I clench around his tongue at the sight, a mess for me.

“Loki, I’m going to cum.” I cry out, gripping his scalp, afraid to let go

“Please.”

He thrust his tongue into me all while his eyes bore into my soul, my body, my cunt. “You beg for me-” Loki says it with mock approval, “- I will not deny you this time, birthday girl.” His rubbing of my clit returns and I clench around his tongue feeling it deep inside of me, hitting places I never knew existed.

My orgasm builds, and the raindrops seem to grow louder, Peter Pan and his child-like voice a mere memory. “I’m coming!” I shout as my whole world goes white around me, my body collapsing against the hot, sticky leather seats of the car.

“That’s it, lamb. Make a mess on my mouth” My eyes never leave Loki as he rises from my pussy, his mouth wet with my release. He rises to meet my mouth, my orgasm still coursing through my veins as he kisses me, pulling away once to murmur against my mouth,

“Can you taste yourself?”

I nod as our tongues intertwine again, I’m able to taste myself on him, his wet lips caressing my own. Our sweat and hot breaths coat each other, the air still smells of sex and Loki has yet to get off, unless..

“Did you-?” I begin, pulling away from his mouth, practically fighting myself for it.

“Did I what?” He smirks, knowing damn well of my next words, but somehow I’m not able to bring myself to say them.

“You think highly of yourself, little lamb. Did I come in my pants from eating you out?” I nod at Loki’s question, my question.

“Would it make you wet if I did? Knowing that I came with just your sweet arousal around my tongue?” I don’t know, will it?

Loki quirks an eyebrow, a wide smile playing on his lips. “Well?”

“Yes.” I quietly mutter, my voice sounding like a child's.

“Look down, Kasey.” I tilt my head in question but follow his eyes, and my own irises grow wide as I see what he’s referring to. The large damp spot growing on his slacks.

God. He did come.

From just eating me out?

“I lied”

“About?”

“The drive-in being the best birthday present, this was.”

Loki laughs, his fingers finding their way through my tangled hair.

“The sex?” He murmurs against my temple, placing kisses along my forehead.

“That and the simple fact you came because of little ol’ me.” Loki’s kisses cease as his eyes turn dark again,

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, making you come 23 times is still on the table.” I press my thighs together, my pussy clenching around air.

“Or-” His eyes watch as I clench, “Is that something you’ve suddenly come to terms with?”

I can come again, just not 23 times.

“How about a hot bath?” I counter, Loki’s eyebrows turning up in amusement.

“Lamb, are you bargaining with me?” I flip my bottom lip, my smile turning downwards as I give him my best puppy dog eyes and begin to beg.

Loki shakes his head, “Anything for the birthday girl, I suppose.”

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Loki brings us home with the Time Stone. We arrive dressed, although the sweat and my disheveled look are a tell-tale signs of what just occurred. Especially to Stephen Strange, who now happens to be standing in my apartment.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The man looks irritated, as we approach him. He eyes me and then returns his gaze to Loki, his eyes hard as rocks.

“You stole the Eye Of Agamotto-” Stephen grits out, his voice filled with irritation, “To go on a date with your girlfriend?” Loki’s eyes rake over me, a slight amusement filled them.

“Give it back.” Stephen raises his hand, opening his palm at Loki.

“It was a very delectable date, wizard.” He winks at me as Stephen rolls his eyes, slamming his palm through the air to get Loki’s attention. He reaches into his pocket with an unwanting hand and hands Stephen the relic.

Dr. Strange opens up his own sparking portal, turning to Loki, “I’m a sorcerer, douchebag.” he says before he disappears back to the New York Sanctum, closing the hole in the atmosphere.

Me and Loki look at each other, and just start laughing.

Best Birthday Ever.

#masterlist #oneshot #fanfic #smut #marvel #loki laufesyon x reader #loki of asgard #fluff #loki of jotunheim #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki #loki imagine #loki mcu #loki series #mcu loki

[pxmun]

Late Halloween Fanfic short.

It was a stormy Halloween night on Sodor.

Thomas and Percy were spending the night with Salty. The seaside diesel was currently sharing a scary tale only told to engines, it was easy to say that Salty's story was leaving Thomas and Percy shaking to the core of their smoke boxes.

"An every Hallow's Eve, the two tragic sisters awaken from their deep-sea slumber to search for an engine to take the place of their ascended older sister, haunting the shoreline looking for any unsuspecting locomotive silly enough to be traveling by the coast on this night." Salty recited.

Then from behind the two friends, Porter rushed in blasting his whistle, causing the pair to nearly jump off the rails.

"Porter"! Thomas and Percy glared.

" Sorry fellas, but I couldn't resist." Porter snorted.

"We thought you were one of the ghost sisters"! Percy said.

"Ghost sisters? Is Salty sharing one of his tall tales again"? Porter asked.

"They ain't no tall tales! Those two are as real as the rust on my buffers"! Salty retorted.

"I know their real Salty, everyone knows their real, it's just these spooky stories you and the others have made around them, well, don't you think its disrespectful to talk about something so devastating in such a manner"? Porter asked.

The shed became dead silent, before Salty spoke in a serious tone.

"Ai, tis a tragedy, but Porter listen to me, I wouldn't be make a laughing matter out with something so devastating."

"Whatever you say Salty, now if you excuse me, I got to go out and help bring Gordon back from the mainline, goodbye." Porter said upset, leaving the three engines alone.

Meanwhile, Gordon had gotten lost while trying to return to Tidmoth sheds. The storm had knocked over trees, blocking his path and the wind was blowing severely, making it impossible for Gordon to climb up Gordon's hill. His crew was currently looking at a map for any other routes or at the very least for any nearby shed for them to rest at for the night.

Gordon groaned as he didn't want to spend the night out in the storm waiting for an engine to help him home. The big engine desperately searched around for a way out when he spotted a nearby track clear of debris.

"Aha! There's a way out"! Gordon said to his crew.

Gordon's driver and fireman were confused.

"Where did that track come from? I could've sworn there wasn't a track here before." The driver said baffled.

"More importantly where does it lead too"? The fireman added.

"Oh, pah! Who cares, it's a way out"! Gordon responded.

Gordon's driver and fireman looked at each other worryingly.

" Alright Gordon we'll take this track but go slowly. We don't know what is up ahead." His driver warned.

Gordon was switched onto the strange track, and with a firm hand from his driver, puffed slowly on.

As they travelled Gordon noticed the storm lighting up. He grinned.

"See! This was a good choice; this was a good choice"! Gordon said happily, but his crew were still uneasy.

Up ahead they could hear the sound of the oceans waves. It was baffling, but not so much as what laid ahead.

"Is that a station"? asked the fireman.

"It looks too big to be a station, more like a terminal but that's impossible, there's no terminal on this part of the island." The driver responded.

Gordon however was in awe. The large brick building before them looked like a magnificent castle, even in its abandoned state. Looking up to the roof, Gordon noticed some large letters.

"W-i-e S-ar C--ard." Gordon tried to pronounce; it was clear some letters had fallen off the building some time ago.

Gordon entered the building and was stunned, even the inside was marvelous.

"By Audry, this must have been a palace for royal engines"! Gordon said as he looked at the glass ceiling and gold chandeliers.

There was a master staircase made of marble and stone, leading from the human entrance to the terminal, stone pillars had beautifully carved mermaids, making it look like they were holding up the upper balconies and ceiling.

While Gordon was admiring the decor, his driver realized what the building was.

"I think this was once a ship terminal." He said as he brought Gordon to a halt.

"You really believe so"? The fireman asked.

"Yes, but why would Sodor need two ports? The driver asked.

"I don't know." The fireman said. He then let out a yawn.

"However, I know it's getting pretty late and that the storm is still going on, so I'm going to turn in." The fireman said with a yawn.

"Guess you're right, we can worry about this tomorrow." The driver said.

The two found a long bench to rest on.

"Goodnight Gordon"! The crew said to their engine.

"Goodnight." Gordon wished his crew.

As the big engine closed his eyes and felt the last of the embers in his firebox fade out, he thought about asking Sir Topham Hatt about turning the old terminal into a shed for Edward, Henry, and him.

"It would be marvelous, having a shed as glamorous as this for a grand engine such as myself." Gordon thought.

With one last big yawn, Gordon drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, Gordon's crew woke up.

"Brr, why has it gotten so cold suddenly"? Driver asked.

"Don't know, let's get Gordon's fire going, we can warm up in his..."

The fireman was interrupted by the sound of a whistle.

Titanic horn - YouTube

Something was approaching and fast.

The crew could see an eerie glowing green light approaching the nearest dock, as it did, the air around them got colder and colder.

The whistle blew again, this time much louder.

Gordon was startled awake.

"What's going on"? Gordon yelled, scared.

Another whistle blasted, different from the first.

HMHS Britannic’s Whistle (HIGH QUALITY) - YouTube

It was unbearably cold now and the whistles were deafening. Then finally, the underwater light rocketed to the top.

Two large beings emerged, When Gordon's driver and fireman saw them, they screamed as if it was the end of time.

The following morning, Porter had finally managed to reach Gordon's last whereabouts. When he did, he was surprised to find only Gordon's crew, sitting huddled next to each other in a tight embrace.

Porter's crew quickly attended to the two men, rushing them to the nearest signal house to call emergency services.

Sir Topham Hatt would stop by to check on the men later, when he did, Gordon's driver shakily told him what happened.

"They took him sir." Driver said.

"Who took Gordon"? Sir Topham Hatt asked.

"The sisters." Driver quietly admitted.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte gordon #gordon the big engine #ttte fanfic #late halloween

[that1emowitch]

Villain - Chapter 5: Breakout Band

Summary:

Dick teams up with Roy, Harley, and Ivy to break Jason out of Arkham.

TW: Death, Violence, Flashbacks, Blood, and Swearing. lemme know if I missed anything!

Chapter links: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6

POV of Dick Grayson, approximately thirty minutes after the last chapter because that’s how much time I wrote this in after uploading chapter 5.

I’m sitting on the roof of the manor, thinking. Why would Bruce do this? Why now, of all times? When I’d finally gotten my little brother back?

I can feel tears form in my eyes. Jason must be so scared right now, he must think he’s all alone again…

A hot tear runs down my cheek as I bite my lip. 

“You always cried too much,” A familiar voice pipes up from behind me. Wiping my eyes, I turn around to see my old friend Roy Harper climbing onto the roof. Smiling slightly, I got up to give him a hug.

He wraps his arm around me and whispers, “He’ll be okay, Dickie, he’s the strongest person I know.”

Then why do you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?

Pulling away, he sits down beside me, his green eyes meeting mine. “So, why’d you call me, of all people, to help? Why not, like, Superboy or someone?”

“Because you’re not just my friend, you’re Jay’s friend too. He trusts you.”

“Yeah, friend .” His smile fades slightly. My eyebrows furrow, but I decide not to pry.

“Well, I was going to call Star too, but she’s off-world with her sister, and I have no idea how to contact Artemis or Bizarro.” I shrugged. “But it’s okay, we’ve got a pretty good team here.”

Roy raises an eyebrow. “Just you and me? We’re gonna break into Arkham, one of the most heavy-security prisons, all by ourselves?”

I laugh a little. “Well, rogues break in and out of that place on the regular! Which is exactly why we’re gonna ask one of them for help!”

“Wait, what? ” Roy’s confused. “Do you even trust them? Why would a rogue help us? If anything they’d be happy Red Hood’s locked away for good—”

“Chill, Roy,” I smile. “We’re asking an ex-rogue for help. Harley Quinn! She’s broken out of that place about a billion times, surely she knows her way around there. Plus, she went straight-ish over the past few years, she was even batgirl for a few days.”

Roy snorts. “Straight-ish? Isn’t she dating that plant chick?”

“You know what I meant!” I slap him playfully on the arm. “Now come on, we gotta go find her.”

“So you want me to risk my life, help you break into a heavily secure facility, go to the cell right by my crazy ex’s, break out your baby brother, kill a couple guards, get Hood out, break a few hundred laws, and bring him back to you, when I’m finally starting to gain the police’s trust?!” Harley Quinn questions us with a pointed stare.

“Well, yeah,” I mumble, “Except for the killing guards part. Plus, Arsenal and I will be helping you.”

She stares at us for a few more seconds before answering, “HELL YEAH! ‘Course Aunty Harley’ll help you, birdie!”

“Harls, think about this,” Ivy spoke up from the corner. “What if you get caught?”

“We won’t get caught,” Roy answered for her. “It’s a simple in and out mission. Little to no damage, if possible.”

“Well, that won’t be possible,” Harley says. “The only way in is to break the walls down.” She turns to look at her girlfriend.

Ivy stares back at her for a second before realising what she’s talking about. “No. No. Absolutely not. No way!” She replies sternly.

Harley jumps off the table she’s sitting on and clings to Ivy, making her best puppy dog eyes and giving a pout. “Pwease, baby?”

Ivy gazes into her eyes like a lovestruck simp before finally looking away and huffing. “Fine. I’ll use my plants to break through the walls.”

“Yay!” Harley spins around excitedly. I smile at her gratefully. “Ooh, we need a team name! What about Breakout Band?”

“We are not calling ourselves Breeakout Band!” Ivy tries to say, but Roy speaks over her, hyping Harley up.

“WHOO! BREAKOUT BAND!!!” He yells as Herley cheers.

“Great, now we can start planning!” I say, pulling out a map of Arkham Asylum.

We’re coming, Jay, I think, hoping he can somehow magically hear me. Just hang on for a bit.

#jason todd #ao3 fanfic #dick grayson #jayroy #tim drake #timbern #roy harper #bernard dowd #red hood #robin #nightwing