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Pairing: Bucky x Dumbass!Reader
Warnings: none! lots of fluff ahead!!!
Summary: Everyone can see the huge crush Bucky has on you...everyone except you of course.
Word Count: 3.7k and counting because I truly am incapable of being brief
A/N: This is for week one’s writer activity for @the-slumberparty the I Spy Challenge! I included all three of the items they shouldn’t be too hard to spot! I hope you enjoy it! Unbetaed, forgive me! Feedback is always appreciated :)
Update 2/17: You guys asked and now there's a Part 2
Typically it was Team Cap that were the first people awake in the Avengers Compound. Steve, Sam and Bucky were still on a soldier's schedule, usually getting up at 5 to work out before getting breakfast.
So it was a bit of a surprise when they entered the kitchen to see the coffee was already brewed and you were helping yourself to a bowl of cornflakes. You were a Stark Industries biochemical engineer and judging from your lopsided ponytail and your rumpled clothes, you had ended up sleeping in the lab. Again. Steve checked his watch, it was barely past 6.
“Good morning! Another late night?” Steve asked.
“Morning Cap! Yeah, the thing about stomach acid is it's so fascinating I lost track of my time while studying it.” You cover your mouth to hide a yawn.
“I think maybe only you think that.” Sam said, making you giggle a bit. Bucky entered the kitchen slightly later than the other two. His hair was damp and he had a towel wrapped around his neck, freshly showered. Steve definitely noticed that Bucky had started to insist on showering before breakfast right after the first time they discovered Y/N in the kitchen.
“Good morning Bucky!” You greeted, internally cringing at how loud you were. He was taken aback each time he saw her in the morning. The usually coordinated assassin bumped into the side of the breakfast bar with his hip and winced.
“Morning.” he mumbled and gave a little wave before immediately heading to get some coffee, walking off the bump. Sam and Steve both glanced at each other.
“You should kick Bucky’s ass, it’s his samples keeping you up at night,” Sam joked. You blushed and filled your mouth with more cornflakes. You’d specifically been studying well, all of Bucky? The effects of Dr. Erskine’s serum on his body mixed with the cryosleep and the other HYDRA experiments was a vast array of knowledge to tap into.
“It's not his fault I’m bad at time management. I really should stop doing this though. I'm sure my apartment misses me.” You say quickly as Bucky silently fixes himself breakfast. He pulls out the bagels and cream cheese with a bit more anger than usual. He sent Sam a glare but didn’t say anything.
“Well if you’re here less, we’ll start missing you, won’t we Buck?” Steve asked. Both of them knew about Bucky’s soft spot for the scientist, too bad he didn’t seem like he was ever going to do anything about it.
Bucky didn’t really answer, just sort of muttered something. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear trying to hide a blush.
“I'm sure Bucky won’t miss me. He’s gotten enough of me poking and prodding him.” You said hoping it came off as a light joke. While Bucky had been very willing to provide all of the samples you’d asked for, you secretly were starting to feel like you were no better than HYDRA in his eyes…
“And stealing my blood for science?” Bucky asked, his tone still grim. “‘S’not so bad when you do it.” He gave a small smile that he hid behind a sip of coffee. Steve remained quiet a moment, hoping either of you would make a move but both of you stayed blushing and looking in other directions.
“Say, I was wondering to get your opinion on something. If there was a fella who was trying to get something nice for a lady friend, are flowers too old fashioned?”
“A lady friend? Steve, are you dating someone?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny. But humor a hundred year old guy for a second here. If someone were trying to catch the eye of a modern woman such as yourself, would he have to buy you flowers, chocolates, diamond necklace?” He asked. You thought about it for a moment tapping your chin.
“Gosh, not diamonds for me! I can’t wear any jewelry in the lab. I think flowers are nice! Everyone likes getting flowers sometimes. Maybe I should get some flowers for the whole lab, with Valentine's Day coming up and all.”
Bucky smiled to himself. You were just the sweetest person he’d ever met. Always thinking about others. Steve of course caught the face and Bucky quickly turned away, trying to go back to neutral. It was such a stupid little crush, nothing more.
x
You felt like your back might snap in half, that lab cot was really not optimal. You’d ended up staying in the lab past midnight and at that point it was easier to just crash than bother driving home. You’d had to redo nearly all of your samples from yesterday, after your acid experiment melted nearly all the pipettes in the lab. You were probably going to have to get some more cheek swabs from Bucky too.
You bit your lip. It was nice to have him in the lab so much. He didn’t talk a lot but he was always awfully sweet when he did. He also didn’t seem to mind your science babble. It was safe to say you’d developed a bit of a crush over the past few months. Too bad there was absolutely no way he felt the same way about you. He was a gorgeous Avengers for chrissake, he wasn’t going to date a dorky scientist who was studying the acid in his stomach.
Speaking of the devil, when you got up to stretch a bit you were taken back by a face full of flowers, you leaped back in surprise.
Bucky, wearing his sweatsuit like he had just gotten back from a run, was carrying a huge bouquet of pink and purple flowers. His face as usual was unreadable. You placed your hand on your now racing heart.
“Bucky! I didn’t hear you come in!” You said as you regained your footing.
“Uh sorry about that. Kind of a habit. Assassin.” He said with a shrug. The two of you stood in silence with the beautiful flowers separating you. Both of you taking in the other.
Can’t believe he looks so handsome while I’m sitting here looking like an absolute wreck
Can’t believe she looks so cute in the mornings while I’m in here looking like a creep.
“These are beautiful!” You gesture to the flowers snapping the two of you back to reality. He half smiled and took a deep breath, ready for the little speech he'd prepared to go along with the ridiculous bouquet.
“Yeah uh, I was just thinking about what you and Steve were talking about yesterday, with Valentine’s Day and all—“ He began.
“It’s so nice that you got these for the lab!” You cried out taking them from his hands. Yesterday you had mentioned getting flowers for the whole lab, that must be what Bucky was referencing.
“I…did. I did get these for the lab.” He said the smile now disappearing and back to his usual grumpy/ neutral expression. Some people found it a bit off putting but you had grown accustomed to it.
“The techs are gonna flip, an avenger bringing us flowers! This is gonna brighten up the break room.” You squealed happily. It broke your heart a little, secretly hoping they had been for you. The gesture was really appreciated. Maybe he really didn’t mind all of your little experiments so much!
“I’m glad you like them.” He said. He sounded genuine but he looked so sad. You quirked your eyebrows, hoping that you’d be able to cheer him up if he stayed. “Yeah so I’m gonna go now.”
He quickly turned his hands in his pockets.
“Oh you can stay—” You called after him but he was basically out the door.
“I’ve got to go on a run.” he called back.
“Oh.” you said to yourself as the door shut behind him. You clearly had been wrong, no way did Bucky like you at all.
X
“Hey there I got a huge bunch of flowers for the lab. Because I think the lab is beautiful. And the lab is smart and funny. I really like talking to the lab even though I have no idea what the fuck to even say half the time.”
“Talking to yourself again?” Steve asked, finally catching up with Bucky who had taken off at a mad man’s pace.
“Eavesdropping again punk?”
“Flowers didn’t go over too well? I take it?”
“Not talking about it.” Bucky said picking up speed. Steve easily matched his pace, refusing to let his friend get away.
“Maybe you should just ask her out. You used to be pretty good at that. Being charming.” Steve suggested. Bucky picked up speed again and Steve followed, the two of them now pushing hard. Nearly too hard for conversation.
“Will you drop it?” Bucky grunted. There was no way she liked him. Why would she anyway? She was a beautiful, brilliant scientist and he was the grumpy old meanie avenger.
“Just trying to help.” Now Steve was pissed, he pushed harder trying to pass his best friend.
“Stay out of it.” The two super soldiers ran on, lapping poor Sam a shameful amount of times.
Used to be charming. Used to be? Bucky scoffed. He’d show them. He was present day charming.
X
You really needed to work on your time management, you checked your watch and it was already 3 o clock and you hadn’t even had lunch yet. You were out of lab snacks too, so you decided to break for a quick lunch.
You assumed you’d be in the kitchen on your own but entered to see Bucky with a cup of instant noodles. He was mid slurp when you waved hello. You went straight to the pantry to grab the basics for a PBJ. You could hear lots of coughing as you turned.
“You’re not choking right? Do you need the heimlich?” You asked only half jokingly. You’d certainly do whatever you could to help him.
You turned back and Bucky was a bit red in the face but breathing normally again.
“No. S’fine. Went down the wrong pipe.” He grumbled waving his hand as you went back to your sandwich.
“Everyone loves the flowers. By the way, really made our week.” You took a seat across from him. Bucky straightened up a big and cleared his throat for the final time.
“Glad to hear it.” He smiled. You smiled back.
There was a beat of silence. You looked down at your food, then back to Bucky only to discover he had done the same. You were looking into each other's eyes.
“It was really so thoughtful.” You hoped you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.
“Well I was thinking of you when I saw them.” He said softly. Your heart soared. That was the sort of softness that you only heard from him in a few special moments.
“Tony is having a screening of The Princess Bride. For Valentine's Day. As a treat to the company. Great movie, if you haven’t seen it.” You said very quickly. Not sure what was compelling you to tell him about it. It was one of your favorite movies and you were really excited to go to the screening until another scientist in your lab had asked you if you were bringing a date. It hadn’t occurred to you that the romance movie screening on Valentine's Day was going to be a mostly couples event.
“I haven’t.” Bucky said. You were about to suggest he check it out when he continued “We should go. Together.”
“Ok! Yeah! Yes we should go! Wow, that will be so much fun!” You could hardly believe it! Had your gambit worked? Subtly bringing up the movie with the hopes he’d come with you?
“Uh cool, should I uh pick you up at the lab?” He seemed just as excited as you. You don’t think you’d ever seen him so smiley actually.
“Yeah, I’ll have to bring my duffle bag so I have a change of clothes. I have this dress that looks like Buttercup’s — she’s a character in the movie. I should have more clothes here anyway. I hate my work clothes. And maybe a blanket too since the screening room is always so cold. We could bring snacks even though they’re usually provided. That might be overdoing it. ” You had started to ramble while Bucky rested his chin on his hand, contently listening.
“You’re not planning on sleeping in the lab again are you?” He asked, concerned.
“Well, I want to watch the movie and it's a bit silly to drive all the way home when I'm tired.” You said with a shrug. You really should stop sleeping at the lab so much, it seemed like you were starting to get a reputation.
“Very true, you should not be driving while sleepy. But uh we could go to my place afterwards. It’s a much nicer commute. Probably a bit more comfortable than the lab.” He offered.
“But Bucky, where would you sleep?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. The avengers apartments were nice but you were certain he didn’t have a guest bedroom.
“I’ll take the floor. It’s actually not an issue.”
“Bucky Barnes, I am not kicking you out of your own bed. No way. End of discussion.” You put your foot down. He let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling lights and then back to you. His whole demeanor changed
“Well. I was trying to be a gentleman here but it is a pretty big bed. We probably could both fit. Since it seems like there are no other options. ” He practically purred at you. You blinked, taken aback. You couldn’t remember a time where he had seemed more charming to you! But no, that couldn’t be right. Bucky Barnes was not actually offering to cuddle up with you on Valentine’s Day. This was you misreading the situation with him as usual.
“Oh. You mean that as friends right?” You asked. Bucky looked pained and sucked his teeth for a moment.
“Totally. As friends.”
X
“So let me get this straight. You are going to be going to see the romance movie The Princess Bride together. On Valentines day. As friends. Then you are going back to his apartment. Where you’ve planned on sharing his bed. As friends.”Nat asked. You sat across from Nat on the long L shaped couch in the TV room. You were a little surprised with how well you had ended up getting along with all the Avengers since you got hired for the lab. Nat and Bucky especially were famously unfriendly to newbies and yet, you seemed to click with them faster than anyone.
“Exactly. What's so hard to get about that?” You gave a shrug and sipped some more of your afternoon coffee. She let out a groan and massaged her temples.
“Are you dumb? Like has this whole brilliant scientist thing been like an Elizabeth Holmes scam? Geez Einstein, Bucky is head over heels for you and you spend all of your time thinking about smooching his stupid grumpy little face!” She cried and you winced. You only thought about smooching sometimes.
“His face isn’t stupid.” You muttered and Natasha rolled her eyes so hard you feared they may get stuck. “And he doesn’t like me like that.”
“Why would he ask you out to a movie? Then offer his place afterwards, if not because he’s totally into you!”
“I asked him if he meant as friends then he said yes he meant as friends.” You cried back. She let out an exasperated sigh.
“Honestly at this point, I think I may have to hang up my wing woman hat. Can’t get you a date, can’t get Steve a date, I’ve lost my touch.” She groaned.
“Doesn’t Steve have someone he’s seeing?” You asked.
“Uh absolutely not. No way he could keep that from me. Unless you have some intel I don’t know about.”
“He was asking me all these questions a few weeks ago. About getting a girl flowers to show you’re interested in her.” You explained. Why would he bring that up if not for the girl he’s dating? She nodded along knowingly.
“Quick question, was Bucky also there by chance?” She asked, her wry smirk returning to her face.
“Yeah he was…how did you know that?”
“And was this before or after Bucky showed up with flowers for ‘the lab’ ?” She asked using finger quotes around the lab. The gears in your head usually reserved for science and math started to turn. “Please, I’m begging you. Use that big powerful brain that’s supposedly between your ears.”
You trusted Nat, she was much better at reading people than you were. Could she be right? You hoped she was right.
X
You had changed into your flowy blue dress, you had always thought it looked a bit like Princess Buttercup's wedding dress with its long sleeves and high cinched waist. You took your hair out of its usual ponytail and let it tumble down your shoulders. This was a date. You told yourself. This was a date, Bucky was taking you out on a date.
It didn’t seem real. How could it be? You had crushes all the time but they never actually liked you back, that just wasn’t how life worked out. But Natasha could read people like no one you’d ever known before. Could she be wrong?
Bucky showed up at the lab door, lightly knocking on the door frame as he let himself in. He was wearing a black dress shirt with black dress pants. The black on black was his usual MO but god did he look so handsome in it. He had stayed his hair a bit too, you could see the gel he had combed in to keep it neat.
“Hey are you ready for the mo-” you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. The two of you stayed frozen for a minute neither sure what to do.
He pulled you away looking confused. Oh fuck I just sexually harrassed an avenger oh god I’m fired, I’m dead, Bucky is never going to speak to me again!
“What are you doing?” He whispered, his hands on your shoulders keeping you at a distance.
“I’m so sorry! God I knew Nat was wrong, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe…god I’m so dumb.” You started to blubber, humiliated. You wanted to melt into the floor.
“Hey, hey slow down. Now I’m really mixed up here, you said we should go as friends and now you’re kissing me. Can you just tell me what’s going on?” He asked, his voice very measured, his face unreadable.
You took a deep breath.
“I like you. I like you a lot. And I always thought that…there’s no way you liked me back. I wished the flowers you brought to the lab were for me but of course they weren’t and I hoped we were going to the movie as a date but of course we aren’t. Nat said she thought you liked me back but I should have never listened to her. I’m sorry.” You covered your face and turned away. You couldn't believe you’d messed this up so bad.
“You keep apologizing but I’m not exactly complaining here.” He said his voice low.
“Huh?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to let you know, but every time I tried it didn’t seem like you were interested in me!” He cried out. You just blinked at him, dumbfounded.
“Why would you be into me, you're like the savior of the galaxy and I’m a nerd who practically lives in her lab.”
“Why would you be into me, you're a beautiful brilliant scientist and I'm just some grumpy dope that’s also a pardoned war criminal?”
You couldn’t take it anymore, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him again. Bye god this was the second time you kissed Bucky today! Only this time when your lips met he eagerly returned the kiss. His soft lips moving feverishly against yours. His hands went to your hips and you tried not to let out a gasp as he pulled you flush against his body.
“Wait, wait, are we going to miss the movie?” He asked you with such genuine sincerity you wanted to scream. How was he so cute?
“We can catch it another time.”
X
The two of you, barely able to keep yourself off each other, somehow managed to get in an elevator, go up all the way to Bucky's floor and get into his apartment. All while still remaining lip locked in a daze.
He was kissing you silly, you almost felt drunk. With a bit of a flourish he tossed you on to the bed (which was quite big, easily room for the two of you like he had said).
“Uh Bucky, what are these for?” You held up the leather cuffs that were chained across the back of the bed. He frowned, suddenly panicking.
“I was going to move those, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just, I get nightmares sometimes and it um, it helps to chain myself to the bed so I don't um hurt myself. I’m on meds now and I never need to use them anymore.” He was rambling, quickly trying to sooth the situation.
“Oh.”
“Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I know I’m a whole lot of baggage on top of baggage. I really am totally fine sleeping on the floor if that makes you feel safer or--”
“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the smartest woman I know. ” He insisted. He sat back down on the bed. He took you in his arms. You pecked him lightly on his lips.
“I just…I thought maybe these were going to be for me.” You fluttered your eyelashes as
Bucky's eyes grew wide. He cleared his throat.
“They can be. They absolutely can be.”
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Hi! Happy spooky season!! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if I could request Pietro maximoff dating hcs? I hope you have a lovely Halloween
hii!! sorry this is coming to you so late, just been ill recently. and happy belated spooky season to you!! thank you thank you and yes ofc!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
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DATING HC’S
pietro maximoff x implied female reader
word count. 549
warnings. none just fluff
— firstly, this guy just looks so bf. he is so bf. he is bf !!
— love language-wise: (I think all 5 fit him very well) I think his main is physical touch. he can be very handsy and touchy - always needing to touch or hold you. his hand in yours. playing with your hair. hugging you from behind while you're doing something. holding your hand in public. absentmindedly stroking your arm while watching tv. words of affirmation is another big one. he's always complimenting you, saying sweet words. he's a natural flirt, very charismatic!! he knows how to win you over, and more often than not, telling you how pretty you are in the middle of conversation is the way of doing that. him just talking about his day to pause and look over you, saying how you're so beautiful before carrying on with what he was saying. gift giving, he's very thoughtful so can think of gifts for you with ease. picking something for you that he knows you need, or something you mentioned ages ago (though, I don't think he's always the best listener) or if need be, he can speed and steal it before security even knows what happened. quality time, he loves being around you- I feel like he kinda NEEDS to be around you, maybe it's like air. he wants to be around you all the time (but not ALL, bc who can be around someone constantly???) you two don't even have to be doing anything together, just doing different things in the same space. acts of service, he can be helpful when he wants to be, but if it's for you, then he'd be more likely to do it. makes you a hot drink in the morning, leaves you notes around the house, makes you playlists
— I always imagine him as a puppy, just an exciteable, playful and loveable thing. he's fun to be around. sassy and witty. time passes quick when you're together. he makes you laugh TONNES
— best hugs !! !! !!
— you'd def be his comfort person, like his favourite person !! best friend and partner all-in-one, kinda thing. you're someone who makes him feel safe and loved, and on the flippity flip, he's the same for you. he makes you feel cared for, appreciated, special
— as much as it saddens me to say.. I think he's a bit of a slob to live with. he's messy, leaves things about, leaves empty bottles in the fridge, socks hanging around - just gross, and it PAINS me
— in the morning, he goes for a run/ works out and always brings you back something for breakfast - even if you don't live together, he'd stop by your house and drop you off a bagel or muffin, just something he picked up fresh, specifically for you. you'd eat together, watching something or chatting at the table to ease into the day. he's a morning person, so he tries to make the most out of it
— he takes you on dates if and when he can: cinema dates, home dates with takeout and a movie, fancy ones at a nice restaurant, picnic ones in the summer, a couple nights abroad
— in conclusion, I declare that pietro maximoff is made with great boyfriend material
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Notes- Christmas TAG secret santa fic.
Because of this post and @janetm74 and @edutainer2022 here are my additional notes for my 2023 thunderfam secret santa fic.
It contains brainstorming that became part of the og fic and notes as a continuation for the car ride. It was actually these that I came up with first and intended to write but got side tracked with explorations of getting ready, especially given the prompt i was given was “Every day is a school day” with Jeff and Lucy. Also deadlines!
Mind that this is pretty much as is from my notes in its entirety, complete with spelling errors, partial sentences and utter lack of cohesion as I jumped between ideas.
Link for the fic proper on ao3.
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“Every day is a school day” Jeff and Lucy. And everyone.
Car drive to spent christmas with Grandma and Grant at Gran Rocha. The preparing and road tripping shenanigans.
getting all five kids plus themselves and luggage into the car on time as chaotic as a school day. Jeffs line?
S15, J13, V12, G 6?7, A3
Wake-up call. Alarm going off Lucy tired and grumpy where Virgil gets it from. I’ll get the kids up and you can head straight to the coffee. Jeff fooling around like mock drill sergeant. Scott’s grumpy teenness and chucking a pillow at him with surprisingly good aim for supposedly asleep. Scott getting up. Bed hair mess that Jeff runs a gentle hand through pulling him into a hug. Virgil and John. John and Bagel the cat curled up together. Both hissing at him in unison. Virgil needed to be hugged and woken up more slowly.
Down in the kitchen. Jeff kissing Lucy and trying to steal her coffee. No you cannot steal my coffee Jefferson Tracy, you have your own. Lucy’s massive science pun mug. Hair in her face looking like little Virgil.
HURRICANE LUCY. Time skip to about to go?
packing- John wanting to fit telescope. Or “But I did leave my telescope behind” but bag full of books.
Last min shoving presents in. Neighbour to feed the cat.
Scott nabbed the car keys first on massive ** many different keychain so neither Lucy nor Jeff could lose them. Swinging them around his finger, “can I drive” Parental chorus of “No!” Doesn't have license yet but is learning to pilot. argument of Grandma lets me drive on the ranch. Thats the beat up old ute and theres nothing much out there to hit any way.
And they were done. Bags were in the car, kids were in the car, last final bathroom stops had been had. Lucy patted down her pockets. Keys! She didn’t have them, so Jeff must except that he didn’t. Surely the couldn’t have lost them with the neon pink rocket ship key chain attached to prevent this. Until they both spied Scott leaning against the drivers side door and swinging them around his finger.
“So, can I drive?” Scott asked as if he didn’t already know the answer to that question.
“No,” came the parental chorus.
Then the other kids repeating them, picking up on it slightly behind.
Scott grinning and tossed the keys in the air one last time then caught them. He passed them to Lucy’s waiting hand prompted by a stern eyebrow.
7 seater beat up car. Drive- Kansas to Texas. approx 9 hours to 8 1/2. Lucy english thinking its ages. at least america had good highways. and from her mothers tales at least kangaroo spotter was a redundant position.
Panic at dress clothes for Christmas day
someone packed no underpants. Gordon only packed underwear and swimmers. Trying to sort laundry at last minute. Jeff’s haphazard packing of his own clothes with getting everyone else in military order. Lucy remarking jokingly, “Mightve gotten to mars adn forgot your space suit.
Jeff the nerd, calling Grandma to tell on our way, “Houston we have take off”. Kids dramatic countdown. A “finally”. FOnd eye rolls.
John and Virgil at back seats. Johns already long limbs folded up.
Scott getting the dubious privelige of the middle row. but centre seat between Alan and Gords car seats and on big brother duty.
Lucy hoping but not expecting to get some rest on the trip. Up all night getting ready. has mystery novel to read. but trying to wrangle kids. Putting Jeff’s cowboy hat over her face to keep the sun off as she sleeps.
Stops for toilet breaks. Lunch fast food. “Do not let gordon have soda.” Johns burger order. Virgil picking pickles out to give to john. The chips stealing. Trying to eat and drive. sending older ones in to fish younger out of the play area. losing Scott to it too, send in John planning it like a mission.
Jeff adn Lucy discussion over what coffee is supposed to do. ADHD Jeff. starting with Scott asking for coffee, cheekily. No, we dont need you any more hyper. Jeff’s confident, “Coffee doesnt do that” Even same with Aa. spirited debate. JSSo that means I can have some? eff still saying no coffee for Scott.
Lucy driving at some point.
If Lucy had to hear one more rendition of baby shark she was the one who was going to get out and walk.
music and Lucy and Virgil comparing synesthesia.
John reading massive heavy text book, splayed out across knees. not getting car sick, serve well for astronaut. for fun, reminded he didnt need to study.
Scott bored and restless. tinies asleep. no phone signal. twisting around, being told off for seat belt, trying to see what Johns doing. seat swap and he and John are in the back doing maths and physics, heads bent together. virgil eyes closed but awake or leaning around car seats to look out the windows, bobbing head to music through headphones.
when John adn Scott get stuck, calling questions out to Lucy. Jeff snoring in front seat, head on lucy;s jumper, went from wide awake to clonked out even after the coffees.
Virgil using breath on fogged up windows to draw. Scott and John used it for math.
Gordon are we there yet. Alan copying him.
naming animals and animal sounds. then naming sea creatures. then sounds of sea creatures. some known, some gordon happily making them up.
car sickness. Scott getting car sick, in spite of crazy spins and flips but then hes in control. another reshuffle, Jeff wedged into the middle seat, Lucy laughing and looking in rear view mirror at tall, broad shouldered husband folded awkwardly into the back. John and Virgil back-back. Scott getting shotgun, window open and nauseous. Vomit bags in glove box because learnt from past fiascos and puke in hat story. Scott grumps would be fine if I was driving
some point tinies and Jeff all asleep. John and Virgil happy together. Lucy getting to check in and chat to scott.
on destination. everyone there, big family. Lee? Kayo adn Kyrano and Kayo mother. Jeff brothers? packed into the big ranch house. noise and merriment. hot dry texas air. smell of good food cooking. some slight odour of burnt.
explain lucy parents farm????
“The eagle has landed” finding rooms, unpack car. eldest three in together. youngest.
John overwhelmed after trip, not wanting to talk to anyone. near tears at thought of going into party. going to stable to spent time with horses.
Virgil running up to Grant and talking his ear off, to much delight of both parties. Grant, still broad shouldered and strong from farm work, charcoal black hair now salt and pepper grey.
Achievements getting caught up with. Jeff telling grandma about scotts, Scott proud but a bit uncharacteristically shy, leaning into a side hug.
the comments of how big the kids were all getting, and theyd better not be having more. Lucy laughing and very nope five is plenty enough.
somewhat tired cranky, sticky dusty kids. Gordon spilling something sticky on him in the last hour, waiting to get there to wash him off. Recovering excitement at bath.
grandma’s welcome cookies.
——- other fic. Graduation. car crash. Injuries—the bruises. Scott burst into tears with brothers because he wants mum
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okay even though I have a lot of thoughts against book 2, trystan thorne is *the* LI. Not the best, but just "the" because:
(spoiler alert)
they know like two martial art forms but get their ass kicked by like, so many random guys
they are on an fbi list, have appeared in tabloids and everything but they can just walk around in the streets and nobody gives a shit
their response to getting thwarted with a *second* murder allegation is just "yo hold on lemme get my phone for a sec"
they get scammed on the streets for umbrellas but will steal literal jewels from pawn shops just because
they know obscure, niche shit like botany, what steels swords are made of, land laws, how to find books from tall shelves, art history, the precise keywords to search for in google to pull up old records, how to recognize certain types of diamonds like a glassmaker, can ask just the right questions and is secretly probably a geek and yet somehow does it all in the last possible second. (kiddo, couldn't it have killed you to come to conclusions earlier to save us the time??)
literally falls in love every 0.5 seconds with anyone
canonically knows what is in their wikipedia page - thus never beating the "i google myself sometimes" allegations
is the embodiment of "HA HA HA HA i hate it here"
gets sidetracked every second
knows how to wield swords but still chooses to fistfight people in parking lots anyway and just constantly trips people
the chillest person to ever chill - like will enter a murderer's lair going like "dayum the couches are neaat"
pulls a uno reverse card AT THEIR OWN CORONATION (ignoring plausibility, but damn, my dude (gender neutral) you are definitely the character to ever character)
is such a culture appreciator. definitely the type to get all excited about the small cultural differences, despite their values and morals being against it
knowing you can't teach drakovian culture to foreigners and does it in like 0.2 seconds
Also BEING SO EAGER TO SHARE. share bagels with dogs, share coats, share stories, share virtually anything. i love them, they're just so happy to hear someone listen to them
the first case of someone paying someone else to work for their detective agency
like nobody is doing it like trystan thorne. Okay maybe some people might be, but like, the icon-ism will never stop.
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Last Night | Josh Norris
summary; song fic based on morgan wallens ‘last night’
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Last night we let the liquor talk. I can't remember everything we said but we said it all.
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met but baby, baby somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night.
“Dude what happened last night?” Quinn asks, leaning back on the boat to see Josh clearer.
He chuckled “I don’t even know man. We went to bed and then I met her in the hallway like after midnight and then she came back to my bed”
“Just like we’re back in college!” Will laughs loudly and Josh rolls his eyes.
Nick sips his beer “You two are the most confusing couple ever”
It’s silent for a few moments and Josh takes a long swig from his can before he mumbles “she told me she doesn’t want to do this anymore… she found someone else”
your head lay on his naked chest as it rose and fell with his bated breaths “I sometimes with i hadn’t met you”
josh looks down at you, confused “what?”
“we always do this josh we fuck and then the next week I see you on twitter with some girl down your throat in a club”
“y/n…”
you sat up, sheet covering your exposed chest “this was our last night josh. I mean it”
“Do you believe her?” Quinn questions, a skeptical look on his face.
Josh shakes his head “Nah, this isn’t over yet”
It wasn’t ever over with you two. you’d been hooking up since college and now here you were years later in the same position while spending your summer at the lake house with your friends.
I kiss your lips make you grip the sheets with your fingertips
Last bottle of Jack we split a fifth Just talk about life goin' sip for sip
You, you know you love to fight and I say shit I don't mean
But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me
Coming close to the end of the summer and you still hadn’t given up with Josh yet.
You went at it every single night — fighting and screaming at him before he would take you to bed and you’d be back at square one.
“They’re so fucking loud!”
“What the fighting or the fucking?” Nick laughs.
“Both, they’re insufferable!”
Josh hears as he enters the kitchen and steals a bagel from Quinn “Well boys only three more days before you all get to sleep soundly again”
Will threw a strawberry at Josh and boo’ed him
“The sex I can deal with but the screaming… I hate hearing y/n shouting”
“Maybe if Josh would stop fucking up i wouldn’t be shouting” you mumbled, entering the kitchen and sitting next to Nick.
That rendered everyone silent and Josh have a tight lip smile and a shrug “guess we won’t stop hearing the shouting soon then”
No way it was the last night that we break up
I see your tail lights in the dust You call your momma, I call your bluff
In the middle of the night, pull it right back up
Yeah my, my friends say let her go Your friends say what the hell I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else
You swore this was it. You were screaming at him, telling him that he was hurting you.
“I can’t do this josh! You- you can’t keep hurting me!” You shouted, throwing whatever you could reach at him while grabbing your bags.
“Where are you going?!”
“I’m leaving Josh, I can’t…”
He watched you walk out the door, watching you all the way out to your car. Your car pulling out of the driveway and skidding off into the night.
“She’s gone?” Quinn asks from the bottom of the staircase, having witnessed what just happened.
Josh shrugs “She’ll be back, she’s not going far”
He called your bluff, sending you a text
the door is unlocked when you come back. drive safe.
And like clockwork, at two in the morning he heard the gravel of the driveway crunch under your tires and then you entered the room minutes later.
Josh didn’t speak, simply pulling back the blankets for you and when you lay down he pulled you into his body.
He could feel your body shuddering as you cried softly
“Josh this has to be the last night”
It would never be the last night. You both knew that deep down.
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anyone who ever loved unsleeping city ever NEEDS to listen to rainbow connection from the fucking. muppet movie (trust me) and new york i love you but you’re bringing me down by LCD Soundsystem (this one works best if you’ve seen chapter 2 but it works well w just season 1)
sometimes i turn on one of these two songs to just Think about unsleeping city because as someone who was also born and raised in a massive city that i love with my whole heart and soul it just makes me so full of emotion and i recommend this experience wholeheartedly. my thoughts and feelings about my city are so complicated and the unsleeping city is genuinely the only piece of media ive ever seen that really Got it. cities can feel so heartless and massive but also so magical and fantastic and full of life and hope. possibilities. big cities are about dreams and people and communities, but that means that they can’t stop themselves from changing, for better or for worse. ricky and iga and alejandro and the immigrant experience, the joy and beauty and family and community that a city can be for those who dare to dream. when puck tells misty to remember who her people are, he doesn’t understand that fairy was never hers, that the city is where she feels safe and free and alive. kingston’s elderly mother making him breakfast each morning and sneaking tupperwares into his pockets. it is a beautiful thing.
and sometimes you have to watch that beautiful this killing itself so slow as things and people change, watching the places you love close and the people in power steal them away from under you, when the city feels hostile and too big and lonely. kingston and iga walking around as the new york that they love feels like it’s getting stolen out from underneath them, as stores close or family becomes distant, being confused and hurt and sad as what they remember becomes fainter and the people around them forget what it once was. kingston being willing to kill pete if it means the city will be safe, leaving liz behind, choosing new york over the individual people around him ten times out of ten because it isn’t even a question; the betrayal he feels when epona attacks him in the subway. cody throwing ninja stars at billboards and yelling at construction workers because his mall is going to be destroyed and that’s his world. pete scrolling through his phone with a slice of pizza. sofia doing anything she can to invite people over or avoid going home, because her home is empty. sofia failing to fight the angels to get her husband back because he needs to watch the deer, cutting off her family because they’ve betrayed her so deeply. kugrash reading the letter in david’s office. cities really are easy to hate sometimes, because not every person and community is kind or good or noble, but there’s an illogical and impossible loyalty you feel even when it feels like the buildings will fall down and crush you, covered in this sick oppressive system on a hallowed holy ground, artificial and dirty and so big it’ll swallow you whole. and sometimes you have to accept that things are how they are, but you know that somewhere in here is the ability to fight and change and grow and be together and support one another- pete and nod at the diner and the museum, kingston opening his apartment so pete can get back on his feet, pete saving priya from the burning building and forgiving kingston on the train, ricky refusing to be anything but a good person even when things suck; kugrash traveling around nod on wally’s shoulders and saying it’s okay that you don’t forgive me and driving with esther to see her mother in the park and eating the bagel because even though he was horrible before he wants to be better and he believes he can be; everyone giving their spells to help alejandro catch the train and save nod; saving santa and willy and em and the art show guests and the bodega customers and la gran gata not because they have to but because they can. and while there are never easy solutions, justice can be served and your dreams can become reality- pete taking control of his reality, making his body and his magic his own; rowan talking to the american dream, you are my love and my only true love; sofia at the empire state building- there really is something up there if you go up to look for it, there are people who will fight with you, it is what it is and it is what it could be- the city is almost impossible to love if you aren’t aware that it loves you back, and it does, it does, it does.
#dimension 20#d20#the unsleeping city#tried to keep it light on the season 2 content since i’m not everyone has watched it but you could get it just having watched s1#ok so this started as a music rec thing and somehow became a whole ass essay about the unsleeping city and cities and what cities can be#and while im not from nyc i am from an american city that’s just as big and famous and just as full of heartache and love and people#so tuc and its characters resonated with me so deeply and i need to talk about it i am insane i need help#sometimes a dnd campaign starring improv comedians can be so personal
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RED STITCH LOVERS... REPORT!!!
(Thoughts on the finale below! NOT spoiler-free!)
What a fantastic finish cap to a fantastic show. You may have seen me complain about the endings to the other arcs before, but you won't see me complaining about this one. We wrapped up just about every loose thread (no pun intended), and those left dangling seem to be saved for the afterparty.
Notable highlights:
THE ISABELLE AND IAN SIBLING MOMENT... I was so happy multiple people drew it; I want to animatic it. I cheered so fuckin loud, tbh. Ian IS the shitty older brother, and Isabelle is his darling twin sister who will keep him in line, and together they will murder their Uncle Hunterpalm <3
(I am specifically referring to him comforting and teasing her while she cried into his shoulder but ALSO, what is more sibling-coded than planning how to commit a murder and hide the body together?)
Unexpectedly delightful dynamic between Cadmus and Hutch. This whole time, Cadmus has been the only party member who really HATES Hutch with a vitriol, and the animosity with Cadmus trying to steal a buff from him (albeit while saving his life) was just so good. And then Hutch using his overclass to full-restore Cadmus (WHO FINALLY GOT TO NOT DIE DURING A FIGHT) and offering to help get revenge on Vice afterwards? Really good stuff.
(And like, we NEEDED that confirmation that Vice was gonna get his just desserts. I would've thrown hands if we didn't.)
Lots of good polycule bits. "If you were hitting on me, you're gonna have to get in line. There's forms and stuff." I fucking love these science freaks.
THE GROUP HUG... even though Florence was not technically a part of it, I'm pretending she was.
On the note of Roob being gone for so long—much as I also wanted them to get back, tbh? I think it provided an EXCELLENT excuse for (non-combat-planning) roleplay. Some of the best moments likely wouldn't have happened if Roob hadn't dipped.
God bless Craigor for INSISTING they all go out and get ice cream. In my head, Craigor's vital role in the found family is that he keeps everyone sane by forcing them to indulge in small pleasures like dairy queen.
Cadmus removing Florence's stitch for her was such a good casual moment of intimacy. It's like letting someone do your makeup for you, only in a more brutal and fucked-up scenario because it's RSR. Nobody fucking look at me I love their friendship and will talk about it for ages
I actually like how Isabelle's "dry anger" finally broke into crying. It feels more in-character that she's been trying to act tough and uncaring this whole time, but really, she's just overwhelmed. I also like how it's more obvious now when she's being possessed by Venutia. HUGE "the souls of the innocent" "a bagel!" energy.
On that note: there's a moment I've always loved where Isabelle uses a Beam of Unreality and deletes several rock fans, and Connor says to Cadmus "stick with me here: there might be something more dangerous to your health here than the goddamn rock and rollers," to which Cadmus (who didn't see the beam) replies "who, Isabelle? she wouldn't hurt a fly!"
What I'm saying is, I want that moment to happen again but now with both Isabelle and Cadmus having the knowledge that she IS a monster. But they both choose to keep quiet about it. That's Cadmus's work daughter, he is not losing ANOTHER person in his life—
ISABELLE IN GENERAL WAS GREAT THIS SESSION. HER BIG SPEECH? A+. GOOD JOB, SIX, YOU GAVE A CONCLUSIVE THEME AND CAP TO THIS SHOW THAT HAD THE BALLS TO BRING UP THE QUESTIONS JELLO WOULDN'T.
Carol/Carmen in general was a really great antagonist. Sympathetic in nature, simple motivations that make sense to her character, and still a massive bitch who needs to be stopped. I don't have any brainrot over her but I felt the need to acknowledge her since, y'know, the whole series kinda hinged on her.
Congrats to that one person for getting their rat canonized
in conclusion,
RSR good
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Preferred breakfast food/drink. Bonus, if they’d share or not.
Warnings: suggestive
DARK 🖤
"I am an eldrich entity of unknowable power, I do not require food, my love,"
Cut to him stealing your coffee every morning
He only likes it if it's black and as hot as the sun because he's a Dramatic Bitch™️
ACTOR 🌹
Cavier on toast is his favorite breakfast meal, served with champagne.
At least, that's what he tries to convince everyone - including you the first few times you see him eat breakfast.
Then one day after a particularly long night of poker, you arrive downstairs to find him essentially making out with a Sausage McMuffin.
YANCY 🎵
Breakfast in the prison isn't exactly inspiring - sure it's not the stereotypical vomit porridge but toast and eggs every day can only make you so excited.
The first morning in your flat after he's let out for parole, he walks into the kitchen to find you placing the final pancake on top of the stack already on the plate.
Maybe he tears up at the first bite. You playfully tease him but he knows it's more the gesture than the food that's got him emotional. Pancakes are now his favorite food ever.
GOOGLE 🖱️
"I do not require food, nor do I have a digestive system,"
Queue a 10-minute-long explanation of the type of bioregulation fluid that allows him to be powered for a guaranteed 48 hours without needing to go into his stasis recharging mode for a minimum of 4 hours.
He does, however, very much enjoy the process of making you breakfast. In fact, if he powers on after stasis to find you have already made your own, you're in for a solid hour of sulking.
BING 🔶
The Bing company decided to one-up their Google rivals by making their IRL able to digest small amounts of food to enhance its 'Human Social Integration'.
Bing did not get the memo about 'small amounts'.
You will watch this android shove 3 breakfast burritos into his mouth and then have to go into stasis for 9 hours afterwards like a Lactose Intolerant refusing to stop eating ice cream.
ILLINOIS 🔥
You don't put a lot of thought into what you eat during one of your adventures - it's more fuel to sustain you through the various exploits.
If you pass by a diner on your way though, Illinois will literally do a handbrake turn rather than miss an opportunity to get some biscuits and gravy.
The only time he takes his hat off is to sleep, eat or...well...
HEIST 💣
He's a stereotypical city man, so buying a bagel and coffee is his favourite morning activity.
One time someone tried to steal from his usual bagel place and they got a very nasty surprise when the entire contents of their apartment had disappeared the overnight.
ENGIE 🚀
He dreams of French Toast.
The Food Replication Substitutes on board sure do smell and taste like the real thing, but the mind is only so good at pretending a packet of mush is actually good food.
He even talks about it in his sleep once, which is delightful when you get to play the recording back to him the next day.
NOIR 🔎
Whiskey.
Joking that's only to keep up his monologuing aesthetic.
Any kind of flaky pastry will make his morning - especially if delivered by his captain in the morning before the daily briefing on whatever case they're trying to solve.
MURDOCK 🔪
You never saw him eat until he was extremely comfortable with you.
Then, you're amazed but not particularly surpised at the delcate way he uses the cutlery on the home cooked sausage, bacon and eggs.
You end up staring at his hands rather than eating your own breakfast.
HEEHOO 👣
You have no desire to find out what he eats for breakfast.
He does, however, particularly enjoy when you bring Takis on your visits to the cave.
PORNIPLIER 💘
He likes eating something in the morning...
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ok random out of left field ramble bc omori drags me back into hyperfixation kicking and screaming every few months hgrhrhr
after the neutral end i can never stop thinking about what aubrey's reaction would be. hear me out:
basil = your childhood best friend
someone you bullied for years over scribbled photos that meant a lot to you
(important note: THE SCRIBBLES CAME OFF)
(also important note: aubrey doesnt know this but sunny scratchted the photos and bagel took the blame for it)
you steal from him, beat him up, and have new friends
you knew from the beginning he was kinda fucked up
(because he was very reluctant to talk to you on the walk back home a few days after mari died)
you say "thats just grief!" just- just listen hear me out
suddenly, this guy you knew, and hurt tremendously, FOR YEARS, after being best friends with him.. FOR YEARS...
kills himself.
you walk in on him in his bedroom, after it finally all seems to be going well,
with gardening shears shoved into his chest.
let that sink in for a moment.
OKAY. now that you have... all of that in your head...
aubrey would not be doing okay.
and lets not forget that SUNNY DID THE SAME LITERALLY MINUTES AFTER <3333
your two childhood best friends who you bullied are dead now! on the same day! when you started becoming friends with them again!
ohh she would never recover from the guilt. never ever
(someone has probably said this exact thing before but... people just dont understand why basil and aubrey are my favorites in the entire series.)
("they're manipulative!" "they're bullies!" "they're murderers!" THEY'RE TRAUMATIZED KIDS who already had HORRIBLE lives from the beginning. I dont think yall would be all perfect if your parents are nowhere to be seen, or your mom is an abusive BITCH and you have an absent father)
ok sorey for rant i luv yall ok fades into distance again
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His Soul (Chapter 2)
Hello, Detective!
Chapter 1
Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?
Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective
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A couple of weeks went by and your life felt surprisingly mundane.
After an eventful case where you trapped a magical creature donning a jester costume, you were left searching for further work. But no one has approached you with any interesting propositions since then. You were involved in a couple of minor cases - solving where someone’s stolen car had gone and what delinquent was stealing from neighborhood mailboxes. But none were as exciting as your last big case. You kind of missed the thrill that came with getting mixed up in magical creatures and major disappearances. Not that you didn’t enjoy having some peace, but you wished something big would happen again…
You resorted to finishing up your paperwork and picking up a novel you’d been meaning to read. Besides your busy work, you were left twiddling your thumbs in your office. You’d stopped to catch up with Audrey a few days prior. You shared a little of your adventure with Andrew Collins’ case and she loved the little bits you indulged her in. You still refused to speak of Curioso or share the morbid parts of the story. Some things you’d rather keep to yourself. But it was still a relief to get some of it off your shoulders and receive a warm bagel in exchange.
Boredom has gotten the best of you. You’d been swiveling around in your office chair wondering how much laundry you had to get done before something occurred to you. You hadn’t checked on Curioso’s box that day. It wasn’t like the thing would randomly grow legs and walk out of your office, but you wanted to make sure it was still there. Something just itched when you remembered what was inside, and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you ensured it was in its place.
You had driven yourself mad with suspicion, convincing yourself that this box was a hex and simply having it in your possession was dangerous. You always felt a little on edge, prepared for him to break free and cause havoc again. But the box didn’t move. It didn't glow, make any noise, or do much of anything, really. You must've looked crazy, speaking to it and holding it every now and then. You were starting to think this thing was taking control of your life. As if you had become… obsessed, as ironic as that was.
You looked up from your desk in the direction of the memorabilia and found nothing had moved. You got up and approached it, eying the box in wonder. It was still hard to believe you owned the thing now…it’s existed for decades, but the paint was still pristine and the gems shined like they were brand new. You guess it made sense - the thing was magical, after all. It was reassuring it could still be taken and broken apart…if the worst came to worst…
“Enjoying the view, Detective?”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the unexpected voice. It rang as clear as day, like it was right behind you, but it also sounded somewhat distant. Instinct had you spinning on your heel to see who was there, only to face your empty office. You furrowed your eyebrows together and looked back at the box. The top was glowing a familiar blue, but the color was dimmer than you remember.
It dawned on you that Curioso might’ve just escaped his containment and you hadn’t caught his departure. You looked around again with a little more urgency but still found no one. That didn’t mean anything, though - this jester could teleport and project himself anywhere he wanted. He could be a small face hiding somewhere out of your reach for all you knew.
“Where are you!?” You exclaimed, tossing your drawers open and checking all the papers. His face appeared on your invitation once, so it wasn’t far-fetched. “Don’t try to hide; I’ll find you.”
“I have nowhere to go,” A calm voice responded. It was definitely Curioso, but it was nothing like the high-pitched, teasing voice that you recalled.
You followed the direction of the sound right back to the box. You tilted your head curiously, reaching out to grab it but stopping yourself. What if he could escape if you touched it just now? You’d never held it while it was glowing. You kept your distance but refused to move your stare.
“You can talk..?” You asked. Your nerves were on fire. You’d never felt more on-edge.
Pink mist flew from the top of the box as a blue apparition peered at you – Curioso's masked face and hovering sharp teeth. You could see his top hat and ascot, but nothing more. He was transparent, like you could move your hand through his small image. Your jaw fell open as you were greeted with the sight.
His mouth slightly moved as he responded, “Yes, but I can only do so many things.”
You felt offended. It wasn’t the most important thing right now, but you couldn’t help sputtering it out. “But-but I’ve talked to you for weeks! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was playing a game with you, Detective. The silent type. But I didn’t care much for it.”
Your shoulders sagged. A pang of pity hit you, despite how wrong it was. “Are you...upset with me for capturing you?”
You were starting to think he could physically not stop smiling, because his voice sounded angry despite grinning widely at you. “I was. Now, I’ve accepted my fate.”
Your eyes fell to the floor as you thought of what to say. In all honesty, you didn’t think you’d get a chance to see or hear Curioso again. You believed the box captured him completely. That there would be no way to reach him until it was opened again. You were more than willing to live with that. He was capable of so much and you knew so little. It was terrifying. Why had you ever agreed to take this thing just because Andrew didn’t want it?
But the way he sounded right now…he was calm and also a little angry. You sensed he was…sad? He was physically trapped in a box now. You’d be a little upset yourself, but Curioso had sealed his fate when he abducted human collectors to take the vices of their souls. Your sympathy could only go so far.
You opened your mouth to say something, but the creature interrupted before you could.
“Is this your collection?”
You wondered what he was talking about until you realized where you two were. You picked your head up to look at the other displays and memories you had of your previous cases hanging around. A smile grew on your lips. You glanced back down at Curioso.
You were amused at this. Just a little bit. “A collection - but not an obsession.”
“Yes, Detective. Doesn’t it feel good to collect things?” His voice was a little too eager for your taste. Your smile fell. “You want to collect more. You’ve been itching for another case, haven’t you?”
“How…” Your voice grew weak, your eyes growing wide. “How do you know that?”
“I pick up on the energy around me. Yours just isn’t strong enough to free me.” It sounded like he wanted to scowl, but couldn’t. “Go on, Detective. Find a case. Don’t they post papers around looking for help sometimes?”
“Why are you so eager for me to find something? I won’t let you out.” You responded smugly, crossing your arms.
“I want to help you. You’re bored and I’m stuck here. What better to do than watch the famous Detective solve a mystery?”
You quirked an eyebrow suspiciously. “Is this why you started speaking to me? You want something to do?”
“You started the conversation. Several times, I remember..."
You were at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to make of this whole… thing. It was bad enough Curioso picked up on your restlessness. He had clearly taken a liking to you before, demanding that Andrew retrieve you so you could ‘play’ a game with him and the collectors. In the end, he offered away his soul and freedom to you in a bet. You were glad you won - you wouldn’t know what would’ve happened if your soul was in his possession. There would’ve been no end to his madness.
“I’m sure I’ll get a case soon.” You replied, grabbing a nearby duster and ridding the specks off your pictures. You gestured to your surroundings. “Do you like your display?”
“...”
Curioso didn’t reply. His apparition didn’t even move. Eventually, he responded in a low voice, “I wonder about the effort. Unless you’re displaying me as some sort of… prize.”
“You’re part of my collection now, whether you like it or not. And I don’t collect human souls - I collect memories. My achievements." You adjusted the frame and stood back proudly. “And you, my friend, are the centerpiece.”
“I’m flattered.”
Except he didn’t sound flattered. When you glanced at him again, the apparition was gone and the box had stopped glowing. You blinked twice at the sudden shift in the room. “-Huh? Curioso?”
There was no answer. You assume he had returned inside his box. You sighed. You had so many questions for him…Maybe next time, when he chooses to speak with you.
Whenever that may be.
Chapter 3
#hidden object#hidden object game#hog game#big fish games#fanfiction#fanfic#curioso#whispered secrets: morbid obsession#whispered secrets morbid obsession#curioso x reader#His Soul
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Excuse me waiter my full name is,
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The Picture of Monochrome
Chapter 2: Beneath the Mask
Two months after Francis's tragic death, Mona is trying to pick up the pieces of her life when she commits a heinous act: stealing from her in-laws. She tries to stop herself, but never has she felt so alive and bold in years.
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A pair of jade eyes watched as the remaining lights in the mansion went out. Once all was dark, they donned a mask and slung a bag over their shoulder. They then made their way over to the manor.
Spotting an open window, the figure climbed in, landing in a sitting room of sorts. Noticing the painting on the small, they pulled out a forgery. Carefully, they removed the genuine from the wall and gently placed the fake in its place.
As they snuck into the hallway, they stole any artwork--paintings, vases, sculptures--out of the other rooms before swiftly replacing them.
Finally, they stopped at the art room. Before their eyes was a picture of Black people dressed in fancy clothes with expensive jewelry on their ears, necks, and wrists.
"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. What are you doing here in this bloodclaat's home?" They asked as they pulled out a spray bottle.
Rays of red lasers appeared through the mjst. But it didn't faze the burglar. Instead, they stealthily made their way through the lasers. Handstands, flips, and other gymnastic moves. Once at their destination, they deactivated the alarms.
They then turned their attention to the paintings on the wall. For people who looked down on artists, they sure loved having expensive art in their homes.
"Such beautiful paintings owned by such disgraceful people," the burglar said while pulling out a scanner. The device flashed a light, meaning the painting had a tracking chip.
"A tracking chip? How cute." The thief then pulled out a chip disrupter and aimed it at the tracker. Afterward, the thief took the painting down and carefully placed it in the bag. She then pulled out a replacement for the Black Elite.
However, it wasn't a duplicate.
"In recent news, someone broke into the home of former Gotham D.A. Felix Beauvais and left an ominous painting-"
Mona Lisa changed the channel to her usual soap opera programming. She wasn't in the mood to hear Felix bitch and moan when she had more pressing matters to tend to. He was too foolish to even recognize the rest of his precious property was stolen.
"Here you go, madame." Salome handed her a glass of water. "Hopefully the morning sickness won't be too bad in the coming months."
Mona took the glass and downed it in seconds. Was this how her own mother felt when she was pregnant with her? Morning sickness was like she was being beat up by an invisible entity when she least expected it. Not to mention the weird cravings. Last night's dinner was a cream cheese bagel with baked salmon and brocoli.
And who could forget the mood swings? Mona prayed her mother didn't listen to the heated voicemail she left her about dogs of all things.
"Thank you, Salome. Your help is really appreciated in these times."
Salome bowed then walked off to tend to the rest of the house.
Mona almost collapsed onto the bed when she went into her room. The morning was still early, which meant plenty of time to relax before getting ready for work. As she rested, her mind raced with thoughts.
What am I gonna do with the paintings?
It was true that she broke in Felix's house and stole his "prized" paintings. But now what was she going to do with them? They were very good quality, probably bought from the artists themselves.
I think I'll keep Black Elite for myself. It was Francis's favorite.
Unzipping the bag, she pulled out the famed painting then placed it in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf. As for the rest of the paintings, she'd probably sell them. But to whom was the question?
It was something to think about later. For now, she had to get ready for work.
"1, 2. And a 1, 2, 3!"
Mona played the piano as her dancers, twins Halle and Mamie, moved to the music. Usually her music videos didn't have dancing since her main genres were jazz and R&B. Still, it felt good to have a change of pace every one in a while.
"Mrs. Beauvais, you have a visitor," her assistant stated.
Mona walked off the set towards her assistant and followed her down the hall. They stopped in front of a room.
"In here, ma'am."
"Thank you." Mona opened the door to see a group of well-dressed Italian men sitting at the table. One of the men had a big, fat cigar in his mouth.
"You must be Mona Lisa," he said without looking up at her.
"I am." Mona took a seat across from him and his group. "And you are?"
"Name's Jimmy. Jimmy Calhoun," Jimmy replied. It amazed her how he could speak with the cigar hanging off his lips. "First, I just wanna say my condolences. It must be hard losing your husband at such a young age in such a manner. While I wasn't particularly fond of Mr. Beauvais, I did want him to grow old."
Memories of the funeral flooded back into Mona's mind. Even though it's been only two months, the wounds were still fresh. "Thank you, Mr. Calhoun."
"With that being said, I have an offer to make you." Calhoun finally looked up at her. "My wife's a huge fan of yours. Listens to every song, been to the concerts. The whole nine yards."
Learning Calhoun's wife was a fan brought a small sense of comfort to Mona. "Tell her that I appreciate the support."
"Actually, you can tell her that yourself."
Mona raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"My wife's birthday is coming up and I want you to perform at it. You and your dancers," Calhoun revealed. One of his men then pulled an envelope out his jacket and slid it towards Mona.
"You could use some extra money in your pocket. Stars like you don't get far in this city, which is a shame."
Mona agreed with Calhoun. Gotham high society was where the businessmen, politicians, and lawyers ruled. Celebrities weren't as respected. Not to mention she's been out of the public eye for a while due to a long period of mourning.
"How much will you pay me?"
"Name your price and I'll have it." Calhoun pulled out his checkbook.
"Think you can pay me three hundred million?" Mona crossed her arms. She knew it wasn't right to test someone like Calhoun, but she was feeling strangely confident today. Besides, the money would be used to pay her staff and fund her...extracurricular activities.
Just as quickly as he pulled it out, he put his signature and the amount on it. "I can do that. Will that be all, Mrs. Beauvais?"
Mona tapped her finger on her arm. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd be big on having paintings on his home, but it's worth a shot. "Would you mind if I bring some...wares?"
Calhoun's eyebrow raised. "Wares?"
Mona nodded. She wanted to keep it a mystery until the day of the party.
"Alright. You can bring them." Calhoun replied. "Does this mean we have a deal?"
Mona nodded and shook Calhoun's hand. As she stood up, she asked him, "Will you keep your word, Mr. Calhoun?"
"Of course. I'm a man of my word, Mrs. Beauvais. Breaking deals like this is bad for business."
Mona walked back to the set to deliver the news to Halle and Mamie. "We've been invited to a party for the wife of a man named Jimmy Calhoun," Mona explained, showing them the invitation. "He wants me to bring you two."
"Really?!" Halle bounced with excitement. She was the darker skinned of the twins with short red hair.
Mamie, cool and calm as always, had brown skin and white hair. "How much did he pay you?"
"Three hundred million," Mona replied. "The party is tomorrow night, so make sure you have your routine memorized."
The twins nodded before walking off to discuss the news amongst themselves. As for Mona, she had some other work to attend to.
Mona's eyes looked around as her car entered the parking lot to the garage. Salome tightly held onto the wheel. Part of her wanted to ask if her mistress lost her mind; but kept it to herself.
"Are you sure this is the place, mistress?"
"I'm sure. Is the gun still in here?"
Salome opened the glove compartment to reveal a gun inside, which Mona gave an approving nod to. "Please take it with you, mistress. You never know what these Arkham types are capable of."
"You're the one who needs it, Salome. I'll be fine." Mona grabbed the duffel bag as she got out the car. She made her way to the garage, knocking on it three times with a minute between each knock. It took a bit but the wait was worth it once the garage door was lifted up by a burly, bespectacled man.
"Mona Lisa."
"Adonis."
Adonis made way for Mona to come inside before giving a reassuring nod for Salome to pull the car inside. He then turned his attention back to the artist.
"Here for some new tech, I suppose?"
"Yes. Do you have anything new?" Mona put her hands on her hips.
"Follow me." Adonis walked over to a shelf and pressed a button. It lifted up to reveal an elevator underneath. Adonis, Mona, and Salome boarded on and waited as they descended underneath the garage.
"Such an inconspicuous place for a hideout." Mona looked around. "I would've never guessed this was where you got up to evil."
"No one did. Not even Gotham PD or Batman."
Adonis walked off once the elevator reached the first floor. On the walls were gadgets and tools of all shapes and sizes. Mona's eyes immediately fell on a tabletop littered with gadgets.
"Are those mine?"
"Yep." Adonis walked over and picked up a remote. When he pressed a button, several small robots out a box. Mona nodded, impressed. "What is it and how much is it?"
"This is a device that releases little robots that can dislodge and cut any frame of any material. Makes it easier to take the art without having to take the whole damn thing." Adonis's voice was proud and confident in his work. "It'll cost a pretty penny if you want it."
I knew it, Mona reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a jade vase. She knew she struck gold when she saw Adonis's eyes widen. "Will this be sufficient payment?"
Salome gasped. "Isn't that-"
"Hell yeah it will. Is that authentic jade?" Adonis held the vase in his hands, examining it closely.
"Wi." Mona smirked.
"Hell, you can take everything off the table!" He couldn't take his eyes off the vase. In his days as the villain Cybermaster, he only hacked into top secret files and sold them to the highest bidder. He didn't really use the money he earned from his schemes to buy anything luxurious. "How'd you get this?"
"Let's just say, Mr. Felix and Mrs. Helene Beauvais won't be needing that or any of their other art anymore." It honestly shocked Mona that she spoke so proudly of her crime. She broke into her in-laws' house! That wasn't something to be proud of!
Why am I talking like this? I've never stolen anything a day in my life...
"Keep up the good work. Knowing those two, they probably aren't worried that their stuff was stolen."
"They won't be for a very long time." A confidence that never existed suddenly surged inside her. Why did she feel so...so bold to talk about these things? It wasn't how her mother raised her... "I replaced most of their art with forgeries. All except for one."
Both Salome and Adonis raised an eyebrow.
"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. Instead, I replaced it with an original artpiece to let those fuckers know they're not safe."
You're horrible! You're a monster! Francis wouldn't have wanted this!
"What...what will you do with it, madame?" Salome asked in a hushed tone.
"Keep it, obviously. As a momento to my dearest Francis." Don't you dare mention his name, criminal! "Now if we are done here, I'd like to get back home and practice for an event tomorrow night."
"Go ahead. Take it all." Adonis went back to the vase. "This is one hell of a payment."
Satisfied, Mona placed the tools in the bag before walking back to the elevator. Salome, still shocked by the revelation that her mistress broke into the elder Beauvais's estate and left that painting, followed behind her.
"Mistress...why?" she asked. But Mona couldn't hear her. Too high on the boldness she'd suddenly gotten.
When Mona arrived home, she made a beeline straight to her piano. It was a miracle that it was able to still be hers. Her fingers ran along the keys, bringing her joy. The piano was a wedding gift from Francis. One that Mona appreciated greatly.
Francis...
A pit formed in her stomach as she recalled what was said in Adonis's garage. The realization of what she'd just admitted to seeped in as a sharp, horrified gasp left her mouth.
Her knees became weak. How could she have admitted such sins with carelessness? Had the Devil possessed her?
She was horrible-- a horrible wife, a horrible widow, and a horrible mother to be.
What have I done?! I've lowered myself to the level of criminals! Tears forming in her eyes, she ran to her bedroom. Mona threw open her closet doors and pulled out the suit and mask worn on that fateful night. They'd made become an entirely different person. The fact the wares she talked to Calhoun about were the stolen goods from her in-laws made her sick. And what of her unborn child? What would the other children say about her child having a thief for a mother?
She threw the costume into the flames of the fireplace. When she went to reach for the mask, her hands shook.
What are you doing, Mona Lisa? Why are you destroying your art?
"This isn't my art!"
Yes it is. You made those forgeries to protect your art; yet you didn't do the same for Felix and Helene? Why is that?
"I...I have to give these back-" Mona fell to her knees as she threw up. Why did trying to do the right thing repulse her? Her eyes then trailed up to the mask.
Think about it, Mona! This world has left you with nothing!
"It...it hasn't-"
It has! You've heard it many times! Now that Francis is gone, you have nothing left!
"That's not true! I still have my music! My true art!"
Really? What will those get you? You may have the fame and fortune, but you don't have the power! Power is what makes Gotham run! That's what being with Francis gave you!
"I loved him for who he was! Not for power!"
That I did, but I can't deny the high I got from what being in his circles offered me. I never talked the way I do now. Before, I was a wallflower. A doormat. Now, I've become a queen.
"I..."
Do I think I'd ever let Felix, or Helene, or any of those useless sons of Beauvais bitches go? After everything they did to me?! To Francis?!
Anger took over Mona as she remembered everything the Beauvais family put her through. How they never spared a moment to tear her down. Their remarks about her upbringing and career. The constant undermining of her marriage to Francis. Felix and Helene stealing her money and her home was the last straw.
"No."
Exactly. Do you see how they made Francis's funeral all about themselves? How they had no regard for an honest, honorable man who lost his life?!
Mona's body trembled with rage. She remembered the nasty glares Felix and Helene gave her when she walked beside them to take Francis to his final resting place. How they allowed everyone else to go before her to pay their respects and say their last goodbyes.
"No! They didn't even care that he'd been killed!"
So why should I care about stealing from them? Or anyone from that matter? If anything, it's payback for everything they've done to me.
"No weapon raised against me shall prosper. And if it tries to, then I'll take everything it loves and never look back."
Then stand up, Mona Lisa. Become who you were always destined to be. Show them your art is nothing to be disregarded. Rise, Monochrome!
Pulling out her needles, pins, and fabrics, Mona got to work making a new costume for herself. She wouldn't fight it anymore. If the world wanted her to become a villain, then a villain she'd become. The old Mona Lisa Beauvais died with Francis.
She held the mask--the key to her new self--in her hands. Sliding it on her head made her feel brand new, fresh. Alive after living death for two months.
The world would know Monochrome. And as long as she was alive, nothing was safe from her clutches.
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No Doubt in My Mind Where You Belong
Part of my Malec SpideyCat AU
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Magnus wasn’t joking about stealing Alec a diamond. He could buy one sure, he’s got the funds without question, but there’s a thrill in finding the perfect tough to get ahold of diamond to steal just for his guy.
He’s cut back on the crime even more of late, damn Spider being far too good of a good influence on him. He spends more time actually fighting crime than committing it, but that doesn’t mean he’s gone completely legit.
He still knows where the family jewels are so to speak and he’s always all too aware of when the finest art exhibits roll into town. A cat may be able to clean up a bit, but you can never change its stripes.
So diamond theft is how it has to be. Not just on the principal of maintaining an image or keeping a promise, but because he just thinks it’ll be sweeter that way. Sweet enough to maybe finally get Alec to stop bringing up the time he fake proposed to him just to evade being caught.
It’s been a few months since that night they talked about it, really talked about it not in an abstract way but in a real I want to marry you way. This is where he belongs, where they belong. The Cat and the Spider. Magnus and Alec.
Magnus never thought he’d get married. Never thought he’d even settle down with someone. He steals something and sells it or gets bored with it and donates it. For a long time nothing was permanent, not his belongings not the people he met. His life didn’t beg for stability, his chosen field didn’t beg for open honesty. But here he is thinking about diamonds to steal for his superhero boyfriend who he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
“I’m correct to assume that unless there’s some secret side of you I’m fully unaware of that favors incredibly ostentatious jewels you don’t want a Kardashian sized ring,” Magnus says swiping through some blueprints that hold potential engagement rings within their walls. He fiddles with the spider necklace around his neck and the spiderweb cuff on his ear between swipes.
Alec snorts as he rushes through the living room buttoning up his shirt in a hurry as he tries to make good time to his day job.
“Cat, no one has ever or will ever describe me as ostentatious,” he says as he attempts to slip on his blazer while pouring a cup of coffee and eating a bagel all at the same time. The bagel slips from his grasp webbing catching it before it hits the ground cream cheese side down.
Magnus tosses his iPad on the coffee table and joins Alec in the kitchen pulling the coffee mug that’s dangling on one finger from his hand and taking a sip.
“So a 150-carat ring that’s solid diamond would be too much then?” he asks over the ridge of the mug.
Alec nearly chokes on his bagel. “150, that’s-why? Why does that exist?” he chokes still trying to chew on his bagel. Magnus pats him on the back lightly.
Magnus just shrugs. “People like shiny things.”
Alec just shakes his head grabbing his bag from the rickety little kitchen table. “That’s insane,” he says leaning in to press a kiss to Magnus’ cheek. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Might be a little late, there’s something I gotta pick up.”
“Pick up? As in dry cleaning or?” Alec says leaving it hanging. Magnus knows what the or means.
“Definitely or,” he says with smile waving at Alec as he heads for the door.
“Be careful. Don’t get arrested,” he says as he opens the door waving back at him.
“I’m gonna avoid being offended and pretend you didn’t imply I could ever get arrested,” he says back and Alec just laughs all the way out the door.
***
Magnus had been kidding about the 150-carat diamond, at least he’d been kidding about giving it to Alec. He’s not ruling out an attempt to steal it later on just for the thrill of it.
But there is a pretty little set of black gold bands encrusted all the way around with nearly three carats of pretty white diamonds that Magnus thinks will look just right on his and Alec’s fingers. The set just happens to be perfectly fit to their size as well.
They also happen to be owned by the young, handsome, semi corrupt new mayor of New York City.
But that part’s just a fun little bonus to the engagement ring buying experience for Magnus.
Magnus walks carefully along the edge of the skylight to the mayor’s penthouse apartment. Below only one light remains on in the whole place a little flickering nightlight that leaks into the main hall.
The rings, Magnus knows thanks to some undercover work as one of the movers when the new mayor moved in and a bit of recon three nights ago while Spider-Man was busy rallying up an escaped from prison Green Goblin, are located in the mayor’s sock drawer. Not exactly high security.
And as a helpful bonus the mayor loves to end his days on a nice cocktail of sleeping pills and straight up vodka, he won’t so much as flinch if Magnus makes a sound.
He leaps off the edge leaning over and picking the windows lock. It creaks quietly as he opens it, but the sounds of the city cover it well. He twists and slips his belt off latching it to the corner and sliding down into the apartment. He follows the tiny light and creeps down the hall not making a sound, the thin silence inducing sheets on the bottom of his heels that he stole from Stark Industries doing their job just right.
The mayor’s bedroom door is cracked open just a smidge and Magnus slowly, carefully slips through it.
The mayor is alone in bed, a lifelong bachelor that if the rumors are true bought the rings as a hopeful dream to one day find himself a match. Magnus usually wouldn’t take that dream from someone; every romantic deserves to be a romantic for as long as they can. But the new mayor also takes bribes from the city’s biggest crime lord and committed 20 percent more of the city’s budget to the police instead of on the ground mutual aid. Those little facts leave Magnus with zero qualms about stealing them.
The chest of drawers sits in the corner third drawer down holding his prize. He drags his sharp nail along the edge of it and slides it open the drawer making a sudden terrible creaking sound. The mayor shifts letting out a loud snore and Magnus freezes until he settles back down burying himself into the comforter.
Magnus releases the breath he’d been holding and finishes sliding open the drawer even more slowly. He picks through a collection of truly hideous looking socks until his nails drag over a little velvet box in the back. He smiles lifting the box up and caressing it. He pops the box open and there the two little beauties sit. He drags a delicate nail over them with a smile imagining just how nice they’ll look on his and Alec’s fingers.
***
He slips out of the mayor’s apartment and leaves it to look like no one had ever even been there with ease. He races home afterwards to find their apartment empty so he crawls his way up the fire escape and waits on the roof tossing the little velvet box back and forth between his hands.
He senses him before he spots him, his own little Spidey sense specifically just for knowing when his Spider is nearby. He rolls onto the roof tumbling before righting himself and stretching out his neck his back to Magnus.
“Good evening, Spider,” Magnus says slipping the velvet box into the pouch at his hip and Alec turns around slowly. There’s a definite smile under that mask.
They’ve met on rooves like this a million times, once as enemies, but quickly as so much more. Magnus stands walking over to Alec slowly swaying his hips just right until they’re practically touching. The heat radiates off of Alec as Magnus reaches out a hand and places it directly on his chest, his heartbeat still running just a little fast from running across the city all night.
“How did ‘or’ go?” Alec asks lifting up his mask about halfway.
Magnus hums a little trailing his fingers back and forth across the spider emblem on Alec’s chest. “Quite successful. The mayor has terrible taste in socks.”
“The mayor? Cat, you robbed the mayor?” Alec says a little incredulously. Magnus likes that he can still throw him for a loop every now and then after all this time.
“Just a little bit,” Magnus says teasingly stepping back from Alec’s warmth just a bit. He trails one single nail down Alec’s chest until he reaches his waistline. Alec’s breath hitches as Magnus pulls his touch away entirely.
“Just a little bit, huh?” he asks swallowing hard once.
Magnus nods pulling the velvet box back out. He can’t see Alec’s eyes but he knows they’ve gone a little wide as Magnus slips to the concrete on one knee.
Alec takes a deep shuddering breath. “I recall this scene playing out once before,” he says with a teasing smile. He’s never gonna let it go.
Magnus rolls his eyes. “Oh hush and get down here,” he says reaching up and grabbing Alec’s hand pulling him down into a mirroring position.
He sits the box down for a moment taking off the long nailed glove on his left hand and reaching out to do the same for Alec.
“I love you,” he says tossing their gloves to the side.
“I love you too,” Alec says on instinct not missing a beat.
Magnus smiles continuing on. “And tonight I slipped into the mayor’s home to steal some rings for us because I love you so much.” He flips open the box and Alec unthinking and uncaring in the moment rips his mask off entirely. He looks at the rings his eyes looking just a little bit glassy. “I know we don’t always see eye to eye. I like to steal; you think stealing’s bad generally. But I don’t mind, I want to keep not seeing eye to eye until we’re old and gray and can’t slip ourselves into these tight suits anymore.”
He takes a collecting breath scooting forward just a bit on his knee right back up in Alec’s space where he loves to be. “So, Spider will you marry me?”
“Promise you’re not about to scratch me and run?” Alec says eyes glassier than before and filled with mirth.
“Oh. My. God. You have to let that go,” Magnus says pulling Alec’s hand towards him. He slips the ring on his finger. He knows his answer.
“Maybe after the honeymoon,” he says with that roguish Spider-Man smile that gets to Magnus every single time. Magnus pushes the box holding the other ring into Alec’s chest and he takes it, slipping the ring out and onto Magnus’ waiting finger. “That’s a yes, by the way.” He adds on running a finger carefully along where the ring now rests on Magnus’.
“It better be a yes, I dug through a man’s hideous sock drawer for this,” Magnus says with a laugh tipping his head forward to rest against Alec’s.
“Spider-Man and Black Cat the superhero wedding of the century,” Alec whispers into the space between them leaning in once to kiss Magnus lightly on the lips.
“Jean Grey and Cyclops can suck it,” Magnus chuckles leaning back in for another kiss, Alec laughing in kind against his lips.
Eventually they pull back from one another laughing too much to properly kiss. Alec tangles their fingers together brining their hands up between them kissing the back of Magnus’ hand lingering just a bit on the rings his eyes locked on Magnus, intense and devoted in a way that still surprises Magnus sometimes.
He looks at the rings briefly before locking back on Alec’s eyes the cities light framing him in lovely reds and blues. They’re not the most expensive thing he’s ever stolen or the hardest steal he’s ever pulled off, but they are the most important, the only ones that will be permanent.
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hi,, could i request a matchup?? OK sorry if this is in the wrong uh area i've never requested anything or anything like that before 😅 also i love all your works they are so good 💪💪💪 ok back to the thing--i use he/it pronouns and am....way too gay im 5' 3" and kind of on the smaller side, but i get told a lot people thing id be taller idk why lol
i have shaggy like golden-dirty blond hair (dyed/and my roots are starting to grow in) that usually a complete mess and i have very choppy bangs, my eyes are hazel and i have olive skin and i always seem to have bruises and cuts on me--as well as light freckles on my face and shoulders, i love rainy weather and cold weather although i get cold easy and like collecting things and cinnamon raisin bagels
i kind of dress like a trashy punk/skater, or like jay and silent bob (who i love) im obsessed with slashers and big men in general, i am the shy->obnoxiously extroverted person and have ADHD,,, i don't know how much im supposed to write im sorry if this is too long 🥲 i also listen to old punk and like 80's--00's hip hop and am hypermobile 👍 again sorry if this is too long--i am addicted to sugar and sometimes forget too eat ,, i am an insomniac and binge shows and movies (which i'm obsessed with movies)--ok im gonna stop it now before this gets super long
THANK YOU ❤️ i love your works and everything so make sure you're staying hydrated and rested and happy !!! 👍👍
I paired you up with...
♡Brahms Heelshire♡
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO NICE OMG.
The way this man would be always plating kisses on every cut or bruise you get. He would even draw smiley faces on the bruises so they look more pretty just to make you smile.
Good fucking thing you love rainy days and cold weather cause that's all you will get if you live with brahms. He would never allow you to light up the fireplaces but he would lend you his sweaters or always wrap a blanket around you if he sees you're getting too cold.
The more I read your description the more it makes sense to pair you with brahms. Like you he too enjoys collecting things, especially your stuff so yeah there's that. His room inside the wall is full of things he has acquired over the years either by stealing them from his nannies or by asking his parents to buy them for him.
He would love your whole aesthetic and vibe so much cause he's used to either old fuckers who are boring as fuck or really bland people who don't do much around. He needs someone energetic and full of life to make him feel less dead inside you know? He would love to listen to everything you want to talk about or to do fun inside activities together. He hates to get bored so you're like the perfect partner in crime.
Brahms strictness with rules would be really helpful with the whole skipping meals things, he would remind you to always eat or would convince you to eat with him. I don't know how good he could do to you about the sugar addiction but at least he would never let you starve so that's a win to me.
This horny wall troll is always fuckin up his sleep schedule or he's following the rules so precisely he would force you into have a sleep schedule too. Either way he's always doing everything together so whatever he's feeling would have an effect on you too, that means he would either keep you company or help you to fall asleep with him.
This matchup made me think about this song:
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My NFL Power Rankings
Because bagel
1 Eagles (I mean, they needed a comeback to beat the Colts but that’s what good teams do. They maintain their 2 game lead in the NFC East)
2 Chiefs (Well let’s see, like the Eagles they needed a bit of a comeback to win)
3 Vikings (I’m calling it a minor blip for now. They lost emphatically to the Cowboys and Eagles, but they’re fine. Don’t hit the panic button)
4 Bills (Still AFC East’s best, don’t overthink this one. Now if Allen can cut down on the turnovers)
5 Titans (Maybe I’m too high on them but let’s be realistic. Titans are a well-coached team spearheaded by Derrick Henry.)
6 Ravens (Good teams dominate much lesser competition. They won 13-3 over Carolina. Carolina is a bottom 3 team. Need I say more?)
7 Cowboys (Still not fully convinced but Dallas is trending up after their beatdown of Minnesota)
8 Giants (Calling it a blip as well. Giants are fine, they will recover from this. They did get wounded quite a bit though)
9 Dolphins (I am still not sold on Miami being a contender. They only have 2 wins against legit playoff contenders and a maybe 3rd in New England. They have Houston next game. Win by 30+ and I will be impressed. Don’t give Houston any wiggle room)
10 49ers (Maybe it’s too high given their record, but they are fully capable of causing fits for their opposition. They need to shine bright in Azteca against Arizona)
11 Seahawks (Sure they may be the NFC West leader but they don’t have the tiebreaker over San Francisco. Seattle needs to move past their loss in Germany and return to focus on what’s in front of them)
12 Bengals (AFC Champs from a year ago are rounding into form slowly but surely. Don’t count out this squad but they could use Chase right now)
13 Patriots (It’s either them or the Jets that will likely get the last playoff spot assuming if things hold. Nobody from the A South or A West is getting a wildcard given the current records)
14 Jets (Jets will rebound but they cannot allow another loss like that one against the Patriots. Wilson has to play better at QB. A LOT better, to potentially keep them from drafting someone like Levis of Kentucky or Richardson of Florida at the position)
15 REDSKINS (Washington is getting hot at the right time, can they keep it up? A tough road awaits as they still have some teams to jump past)
16 Buccaneers (Don’t believe the hype. Bucs are NOT rounding into form yet. They haven’t looked good all year and you wonder if Brady made a mistake coming back)
17 Lions (Well let’s see, they’ve won 3 straight and they look like a team on the rise. But they have too much to climb to get into the playoffs. If the Giants/Cowboys or the NFC West runner-up crashes down, they could steal a spot)
18 Falcons (Again, they have one of the worst rosters in the NFL. And yet they are still 1/2 game back in the division of the NFC South. It’s far from over)
19 Chargers (Sell the Chargers, they’re close to done. After that disappointing result against the Chiefs, they have a big hill to climb to win the West. They are in trouble.
20 Saints (Anyone want to bet against the Saints right now? Probably a lot but IF, Dalton or Winston can stop making mental mistakes they can get the job done. They still have a shot at the NFC South title assuming the Bucs continue to be inconsistent and the Falcons lack of talent finally shows its head)
21 Cardinals (Next week is effectively an elimination game if the Cards lose tonight’s game. They need to get on a roll or Kliff Kingsbury will be Kanned and maybe back to Kollege. We will see)
22 Colts (To give you an idea of how bad the AFC South is, the teams not named the Titans are 8-21-2 after 11 weeks. Half the wins come from the Colts. This division is weak as it gets. Can the Colts go on an inspired late-season run?)
23 Jaguars (It’s hard to figure out who the worst teams are so I am just winging it on here. Jaguars have the talent to maybe finish with 8-9 wins. If things break right, they could steal a playoff spot. Anything can happen)
24 Raiders (Well, they’re full of drama and headaches and sometimes exciting wins. They got the win in OT against Denver. It’s a start)
25 Packers (Stick a fork in them, they are done in 2022. Titletown will not be adding a title this year to its collection. Rodgers has been BAD)
26 Bears (There’s potential for them to make a run to finish strong, but I just don’t know. They could be spoiler down the stretch)
27 Steelers (The last time the Steelers were this bad, Tumblr didn’t even exist. It’s been that kind of a season. Maybe it’s time to turn the page on Pickett and draft Stroud from Ohio State or Young from Alabama to fix this team)
28 Rams (There will be a new champion in 2022-2023)
29 Panthers (They are a mess. Period. But they have slight spunk)
30 Broncos (Oof, just how bad is this team? Perhaps it was a mistake to gamble on Russell Wilson. Seahawks seemed to have won this trade emphatically)
31 Texans (They have the worst record and will probably be in the bottom 2 for the rest of the year. But they aren’t the worst team? Well it’s because everyone expected them to be dreadful so they’re meeting expectations! But there will be a new QB in their future about 90% likely. Can Davis Mills pull off a miracle and save his job?)
32 Browns (They’re the worst, period. With such high expectations and paying such a huge price to get embattled and accused QB DeShaun Watson giving up way too much for him and he hasn’t even played a down yet. Maybe it’s time to punt the season. That said if they can somehow beat Tampa Bay and Watson takes over the reins at 4-7, and if the AFC playoff picture gets even muddier, there is a tiny chance they can take the #7 spot. But again the Browns paid too deep of a price after jettisoning Mayfield)
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