Older!Peter coming through a portal to fix younger!Peter bc hes glitching bc of conflicting cannon idk plot?? Maybe rebirth bc i like that more than deaging tbh
Younger!peter was non verbal and everyone is surprised at how chatty peter is at 15/16 (and super proud) (they seize the moment to ask older!peter questions and what they can do for him while hes non-verbal)
7 y/o Peter hiding in Bruce's cape bc its Safe and Dark and Not Loud, but its not even his family thats bejng loud, its someone saying hes him (Peter), but older? He doesnt get it, but his dad and and aunties and uncles get it. The guy in a spider suit says hes here to fix the pain he goes through, but he calls it "glitches" instead of chronic pain like Dr Leslie said.
Its just... hes so loud, and his jokes are so bad. Is that really Peter in the future?
16 y/o Peter: —and so when I was his age, I also came to fix the glitches, so basically if I dont id die. Its like...
Tim, snapping his fingers: a fixture point!
Peter, pointing: Yes, precisely uncle tim!
Dick, slowly: the chronic pain would... kill him? You?
Older Peter: its not chronic pain, its glitches in reality, dad. Keep up. Besides the asthma and glasses, we're totally healthy!
Older Peter: physically
Younger peter tugging on older Peter's suit, holding up his notepad for him to read. Older peter bends town to read thoughtfully
Older Peter: "what need?" What do I need to do?
Younger Peter nodding:
Older Peter, carefully: you still like spiders?
Younger Peter bursts into tears immediately, shaking his head frantically. Dick comes to scoop him up immediately, shushing him and rubbing his back soothingly.
Older peter, sighing: yeah, me too kid
Dick: what do spiders have to do with him? He hates... them...
Dick, staring at the spider emblem on his (future) son's suit:
Dick, firmly: No.
Older Peter, smiling sadly: afraid there's not much choice, dad
Older peter, pulling out a vial with a brightly colored spider crawling around. It was evidently not a natural occurring species
Older peter: the only way to stop them glitches and anchor me in this universe is this
Bruce, with furrowed brows: you cant live unless you get your powers from a spider?
Older Peter: man, you guys are always so quick with the deductions! Bht yeah, basically. Peter Parker always becomes Spider-Man.
Dick, defensive: his last name isn't Parker
Older Peter, smiling sadly: anymore.
Older peter holds his hand out to younger Peter: please? I designed this one, so its a lot better than last time
Younger Peter, hiccuping in Dick's arms. He stares and is hesitant, but eventually gives in.
Older peter cradles his hand, gently tapping the vial onto younger Peters palm until the neon spider falls out, agitated.
Eh done there tbh skipping aheadddd I got too absorbed in the lore lol
But basically the spider is the "anchor" point for peter? But there's no one to make the spider bc oscorp doesnt exist, so he has to manually make it. Which obviously doesnt explain how he makes it to 16 in order to make it, come back, allow himself to get bit, and thus live, which i love the mystery behind that leave a theory idea
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Dick, extremely serious: peter... while we have you...
Older peter mentallt preparing his "i cant tell you about the future" speech the Flash basically burned intl him: hmm? Yeah wassup
Dick, fiddling: can you please—
Older peter blurting out: —I cant tell you about the future
Dick: —tell me what are bad foods and which ones you like?? You cant keep eating Dino nuggets... Alfred's pride can only take so many blows
Older Peter: oh. That is not what I expected... but you've come to the right man
A board materializes behind him with two categories "good food" and "bad food"
Older peter: listen well and listen good! Slimy, greasey, and otherwise Bad Textured food can be found here, here, and here.
Damian, taking notes and raising his hand: do pickles fall under this category?
Peter, answering seriously: no, pickles are the sole exception, of course.
Tim, also raising his hand: how come mashed potatoes are a "maybe"?
Peter: I dont like if there's chunks in there. Creamy smooth 'taters are the only way.
Bruce: so at what age do you stop ordering chicken tenders and fries everytime we go to a nice restaurant?
Peter laughs openly: never. Next
Dick: any bad drinks?
Peter: sparkling water. Pulp in juice especially. And, uhhh, alcohol too
Dick raising an eyebrow: i thought you said you were 16?
Peter raising an eyebrow back: you want this cheat sheet or not dude
Dick: I apologize
Peter: thats what I thought
Peter: Anyways moving onto Why Socks With Seems Suck and which textures to avoid
Stephanie: So no one is gonna ask why Cass has been out so much lately? Alone too.
Duke: Didn't she say she is going out to meet a friend?
Stephanie: Yeah, but no one knows where she goes. We don't know who she goes out with nor do we know where she goes.
Tim: Just say that you are jealous that Cass is going out without you. No will make fun of you.
Jason & Duke: That's a lie.
Tim: Yeah, that's a lie. I would totally make fun of you.
Stephanie: Shut up nerd. Don't pretend you are not jealous when Bernard or Conner says that they are hanging out with someone else.
Tim: Woah there. Jason is the nerd one. If you want to insult me, at least use the correct one.
Jason: I want to be mad but you're not wrong.
Damian: Tt, why should we bother who Cain goes out with? It is her choice who she wishes to be her companion.
Stephanie: But aren't you curious even a little bit? Who is the person? Where do they go? Are they friends or something more? There are so many questions and yet so little answer.
Bruce: We should give Cass some room for herself. Letting her form a relationship outside of this household is also good.
Everyone: *Stares at Bruce*
Jason: I think the old man is being mind controlled. Let me punch him to wake him up.
Dick: Are you sick, B? Do you want to go to Dr. Leslie? I can take over your patrol tonight if you are not feeling well.
Damian: I also agree with Todd. Father might be compromised right now. Let's take him down.
Tim: Wait wait. Do you have anything to say before we jump you Bruce?
Bruce: *Grunts* I went to meet the therapist that Jason recommended to me. Dr. Fenton says that I should give my children room to grow independently so that I can take the first step in treating my paranoia.
Jason: *Gasp* You actually went to meet the therapist. Fuck.
Stephanie: He he he, where is my 50 bucks? I told you he would go if you recommend it.
Jason: *Grumble while handing out 50 bucks*
Duke: So that's where you are going. I thought you were going on a date.
Bruce: I am too old for dating anymore.
Dick: Yeah, right. Tell that to me when you go meet Selina later tonight.
Bruce: *Grunts*
Alfred: *Walks in* I am here to inform that Miss Cassandra has returned.
Dick: She's not gonna eat lunch?
Alfred: Miss Cassandra has informed me that she has eaten outside with her friend.
Jason: Did you see who her friend is? Is it a boy or a girl? Please tell me it's a boy.
Alfred: I'm afraid I cannot tell you anything as per my agreement with Miss Cassandra. What I can tell you though is that she is very happy to meet her friend. I suggest all of you don't disturb her happiness.
Stephanie: What? Boooo. I want answers. Timothy I choose you. Go find the answer using your stalker skills.
Tim: I would rather not anger her after what she did last time. All of my coffee mugs are still stuck on the table.
Duke: *Scoffs* You would probably go behind her back to find this friend anyway. You're just saying it in case Cass heard us.
Tim: I shall not confirm nor deny the accusation.
-Upstairs-
Cass lays on her bed after changing her clothes. It's been so long since she saw Danny. If not for the coincidental encounter at the stores, she wouldn't have known that Danny is in Gotham. After the first encounter, they exchanged phone numbers and talks and even met up often. Today is their first official date as a girlfriend/boyfriend.
Cass takes her phone to text Danny that she has reached home safely when she suddenly remembers something. She opens her gallery and puts the photos of her and Danny in a secure secret folder so that no one can find it.
While doing that, a text comes through.
Danny 💕💓💕
Danny: Hey Cass, are you home yet?
Cass: Yes. I just got home.
Danny: Thanks for the date today
Cass: 💖💖
Cass: Are you home yet?
Danny: Almost
Danny: Sorry gotta go. My sister is calling.
Cass: Get home fast. Love you 😘
Danny: I love you too 💖
Cass puts the phone on the bed and closes her eyes. Soon, she falls asleep and dreams of living in a large house with a lot of children running around.
-The Bowery, Gotham-
A young skinny man with black hair and blue eyes is walking down the quite alley slowly. He looks around him as the people of the Bowery look almost respectful but certainly fearful to him.
He sighs and leaves the sprawled bodies on the ground. They wouldn't die. He makes sure of that. A huge man comes within his proximity when suddenly the man bows down to him.
????: We are sorry, sir. These people are a new gang in the rise from the east. We get the news too late to send people to dispose of them.
Danny: Chill out, Jeff. Just take them to Dani and let her handle it. Also, tell her to return before dinner or else Jazz will come for her.
Jeff: Yes, sir.
The man along with a few of his henchmen pick the bodies and move them to somewhere else. To be honest, Jazz and Danny still don't know how to feel that their little sister is officially a crime lord.
All of them moved last month since Jazz gets her job at Arkham Asylum and Danny gets his internship at Wayne Enterprise. Dani tags along since she has explored all the places she wants to visit and she doesn't know what else to do.
Well that also didn't last long, as the first day they arrived at Gotham, Dani goes to beat up all the gang and goons in The Bowery and round them up into one single group. It's certainly easier that all the rouges are in Arkham right now.
One time the Falcon crime family tried to threaten Dani by taking Danny and Jazz hostage. In the end, Falcon and other crime families agree to stay out of The Bowery after Danny freezes all of their building and Dani strikes them with lightning multiple times.
Danny arrives home and sits on the couch. He scrolls Twitter while waiting for his sisters to return when the news catches his eyes.
Breakout at Arkham Asylum
All the people of Gotham are suggested to stay inside tonight.
Danny looks at the news with concern. Usually a breakout at Arkham happens a lot later in the day. He stands up, picks a leather jacket and a mask and then transforms into Phantom. He wears the mask and the jacket and flies towards Arkham Asylum to check out what happened. Today is Saturday so Jazz isn't working so he doesn't worry that much about Jazz.
On his way to Arkham, he encounters some rouge like The Riddler and Scarecrow. He knocks them out and hangs them on a poll and continues flying towards it. He's not a hero anymore but if the rogues are to enter and cause havoc in The Bowery, neither him, Jazz nor Ellie will be happy.
Suddenly, he sees a clown car speeding through the road at a very fast speed. Danny looks at it and sees the Joker along with his few goons are making a getaway while being chased down by a few cop cars. Danny flies down towards the clown car, and slowly unscrews the tyres of the car.
Danny flies back a little bit to the back and the clown car starts to wiggle and waggle and suddenly all of the tyres come off the car. Danny can hear the clown cursing heavily until finally they crash into a poll.He flies back down and just to make sure he is permanently down or at least down for some time, snap his back bone to incapacitate him.
Danny, still invisible, flies back up and continues on his way to Arkham. He meets a few more escapees like Mr. Freeze, Firefly and Killer Croc. Except for Killer Croc, all the other rouges are beaten up and sent back to Arkham. Killer Croc or Waylon is not thinking of causing trouble. He just wants to return to the sewer cause it is his home. Danny plans to maybe offer Waylon employment in their gang if he feels like Waylon is stable enough to work. Meanwhile, he will go around the city and beat up rogues that he is pretty sure is not going out to have a tea party.
When Danny lands on the roof, he opens his phone to see Cass is warning him to stay at home and not go outside. He smiles wryly since he is already outside and is beating up the rouges. Danny replies with a thumbs up and is about to continue flying when a shadow jumps out from behind him.
Danny: Uh, hello? How are you?
???: *Stares*
Danny: I'm no trouble. Just on the lookout just in case there is a rouge nearby. I see some guy beat up Scarecrow and The Riddler on my way here. They are not so scary when they don't have anything to use you know.
???: Where?
Danny: Errr, I think it is right over there. I was coming from that direction so you would probably see them if you go this way.
???: Thank you.
The shadow then vanishes and Danny is left standing there. The shadow really reminded him of Cass for some reason. Looking up online, apparently that one is called Black Bat.
Danny: Huh, they are out early today then. I guess they can work during the day.
Danny then turns invisible and returns back to the Bowery because most of the notorious rogues have been captured and Danny isn't worried about the rest.
Girl I need PB with Diana Taurasi’s daughter please.
My Favorites Daughter
A/N: I got you easily! It’s a little short but I haven’t done this in a while so cut me some slack. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: kissing? I think that’s all.
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First off, I should tell you I’m Diana Taurasi’s daughter. Secondly, I’m dating Paige Bueckers. I know it sounds crazy, but let me explain.
In March, my mom threw a retirement party. All the greats she’s played with across her entire career were there. Sue Bird, Britney Griner, Lisa Leslie, Sheryl Swoopes, Dawn Staley. Even some she hadn’t played with. Paige Bueckers being one.
Of course as my mom’s daughter I watch a lot of basketball. I know who Paige is, where she played, who she played with, etc. not because I’m obsessed with her or anything. My mom’s been keeping an eye on her for a while now. 2 years to be exact. I know they’ve been talking for a while as my mom wants to kind of “pass the torch” to her soon.
At some point after walking around this party for ages I saw Britney and started talking. We talked about things like her being traded, I’m not a big fan, phoenix for life, her family, and how much longer she’s staying in the league for. After a while she wandered off to find my mom for something. I never usually wanna know. I went to go sit down somewhere.
My official decision was the couch. The comfiest place on earth is always the couch. After sitting down I started scrolling on my phone to see all my mom’s retirement wishes. Soon after I felt the couch cushion next to me shift. When I looked over, of course it was Paige Bueckers. She was already looking at me with her bright blue eyes and she smiled softly.
“Hi, Y/N right?” She said as she got a little more comfortable. I responded very calmly which was a facade as I was so nervous I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. “That would be me. Paige?” She smiled at my knowledge of her name. “Correct” I smiled right back. “Very nice party you’ve got going here.” I laugh softly “none of this was me, my mom loves parties. She’s had this planned for months.” She smiled at me in response which caused my nervous system to crash.
“You know, you should give me your number, for like connection purposes of course. I have to get pointers from your mom.” I smiled at her before chuckling and saying “yeah totally. Here.” She laughed as she took my phone and put her number in it and I did the same.
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It’d been a few months now and me and Paige have been texting the whole time. She’s been telling me how nervous she is for the draft and to go to the league but I reminded her my mom would be giving her all kinds of tips and ideas throughout the whole process. The draft is tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as they invited my mom but Paige doesn’t know.
At the draft with my mom, I was talking to a few players, mainly people already in the league including my favorite, Nika Muhl. After a while Paige got there and you could tell she was nervous. Her jaw was tense and her brows were furrowed. She still looked pretty as ever. She was talking to a few people when I walked up behind her quietly. I decided to scare her so I got on my tip toes and said “boo” rather calmly. She jumped slightly and turned around to see me. “Y/N you scared the shit out of me actually.” I laughed loudly “I was trying to.” “I didn’t know you were coming!” “You weren’t supposed to.” I laughed hugging her.
I was sitting with my mom when they called paiges name as the number one pick to Dallas, obviously. I stood up and clapped with my mom as she made her way up the stairs. She put on her hat and smiled for a few pictures before making eye contact with me so I threw a thumbs up. She smiled and turned back to everyone to talk.
By the end of the event, I had made my way over to Paige who was talking to people around her. I poked her shoulder and moved to the other side as she tried to see who it was. When she saw me, we laughed together as the people dispersed.
Once we were alone she quietly said “you know, I’m glad you came. I missed seeing you.” I smiled softly “I didn’t wanna miss it I know it’s a big deal. And I missed seeing you too.” The place was mainly empty now as everyone went home, including my mom. She stepped closer to me and said “I feel like I should tell you something. You might feel the same way you might not I don’t know but I like you. A lot. Ever since that party and I got to really experience the way you are.” I was slightly shocked but I smiled and quickly said “I feel the same way. It’s better seeing the real you and not the one behind a TikTok.” She smiled when I said that and moved closer, just enough for me to see the blue in her eyes and notice the different shades. I leaned forward just enough for our lips to brush together before she finished the job and kissed me. It was soft and careful before she pulled away slowly. “I think this might be good.” “I agree” we slowly pulled back and I grabbed her hand before making our way outside.
See? It’s not as bad as it sounds. I just have connections. Which just so happens to be family.
🦓Bio: My name is Dizzy! MINOR, She/Her, Pan, K-Pop fan (Mostly interested in gg) My fav colors are pink and purple! Cat mom to a tuxedo cat!🐈⬛ Diet Coke lover, Pinterest/Tumblr lover and MASSIVE Mads Mikkelsen fan. My favorite Season is winter! My favorite subject is English! My job plans for the future is either becoming and hair stylist or psychiatrist, or maybe even a famous poet or writer. (Completely different things 😭) My favorite zoo animal is a Zebra. (I would love to have one as a pet) I absolutely adore Sylvia Plato’s writing, (she’s my inspiration for the writing career.) My idol is Courtney Love. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
🦓Fun facts: If you ever want to know my personality or deep rooted issues of mine, look at Lee (The Secretary) and Lucas (The Hunt) Daisy Randone (Girl Interrupted) Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal) and Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko) Also, as much as I HATE to admit it… Franklyn from ‘Hannibal’ is a little too close to me.
🦓Favorites: My fav anime’s are: Madoka Magica, JJK, Chainsawman, Ybc, Kakegurui, Salior Moon, Paprika, Perfect Blue, Lain, K-On, and Nana!
Nana is such a DISGUSTING relatable anime it makes me so sick to my core. 10/10 but, will NEVER watch again.
(There’s so much more that I like but a toxic trait of mine is as soon as someone asks me to list my interests… I kinda forget them 😭)
🦓My fav bands are: Type O Negative, HIM, Hole, Motley Crue and KISS!
(I used to have a massive KISS obsession back in Middle School 😭)
🦓My fav solo artists are: Lana Del Rey, Solya, Adela, Leslie Gore, Marina and the diamonds, Renee Rapp, Towa Bird, Addison Rae, Baby Bugs, Courtney Love, Chappell Roan, Madonna, Mitski, Ethel Cain, Lady Gaga, Fiona Apple, Grimes, Sir Chole, Brittany Spears, and Prince!
(Randomly one year I decided that Prince was going to be my new obsession and I literally no joke bought out the record stores whole Prince collection 😭)
🦓My fav movies are: Devil Wears Prada, Hannibal, The Secretary, (Any Mads Mikkelsen film, cause that’s my baby😭) House of 1,000 Corpses, No Country For Broken Men, Girl Interrupted, Descendants, Maleficent, Companion, Obsession, He-Man, She-Ra, Sleeping Beauty, Twilight, V for Vendetta, The Virgin S-(Idk if typing the whole thing will get me banned) Jem and the Holograms, Skins, Dracula a love tale, mlp, Nosferatu, Donnie Darko and Cinderella! FYI there’s more but, they won’t come to mind rn 😭
🦓Freebies: ⚠️ A couple of MAJOR things about me! 1# I WILL defend Courtney Love with my WHOLE heart. 2# DON’T call me a larper or you’ll be blocked cause that just cornball activities 😭! 3# No toxic or bullying around me! ⚠️
!!This is my blog! I hope y'all enjoy my posts!!
Hopefully with all of this info you can tell what kinda person I am 😭
Yay a chance to talk about my mclennon obsession!!!
How did you get into mclennon?
I read (technically listened to) Ian Leslie's book last summer. I've been a John fan for most of my life. We share the same birthday and I've noticed some big Libra similarities. And I've been a Beatles fan for about twenty years. And I LOVE secret famous gays books, def one of my fave genres. So when the audiobook was suggested to me on Spotify, literally as soon as I read 'a love story' I said out loud to no one 'YES PLEASE!!!' Right from the start I was blown away by just how obviously they were in love, and often had to listen to the book alone because I HAD to scream out FUCKING GAY!!! at a lot of parts. (Just imagine me hiking in the woods alone doing this and not being worried about bears because I was yelling so much.) And of course all RPS roads lead to tumblr and I came back here after a year or so absence.
What’s your mclennon headcanon?
Most of it is in my story let it find you, let it undo. But to summarize, I do think that John was def more gay leaning on the sexuality spectrum and that Paul def has a fluidity to his, partially because he's a little peacock who loves attention. But as an Old Gay I know personally about how gay and bisexual ppl pre-2000 had a lot of internalized fear and often did everything they could to convince themselves they weren't. Even now I have seen Grindr full of men like Paul, who've married a woman and had kids because of pressure from family and church and society to be that kind of man, but are so desperately unfulfilled or lonely they can't help but seek out queer intimacy, both sexual and emotional. All that being said, I think despite where they might land on the spectrum of gay to straight, they were the love of one another's lives, so deeply rooted in one another's beings that nothing would ever break that.
Are there any facts that are pretty unknown in the fandom and you think people should consider more?
I have a good amount of these because of my OCPD need to get lost in unexplored minutia, so I'll just explain my most recent one. As far as I have seen, no one knows definitively when the last time Paul and John spoke and the last time when they saw each other in person and how these two events went. The only person who can say that is Paul, and he's not done so over the last 46 years and that speaks volumes to me. Even the other two people who would most likely know, Yoko and Linda, never said. Even if they did, even if they were there for the last meeting, they never spoke of what happened. This leads me to think one of two things are true. Either the last time had been not great, because I do know Paul's said they had a heated conversation in November 1980, but has never confirmed that was the last time he spoke to John. Or that it was clandestine, that their wives didn't know and Paul can't bring himself to outright lie about that, or wants desperately to keep it private.
Okay I lied I have a few more. I think we all need to remember Paul is literally a part of what's called the Silent Generation. If you read up about this pre-Boomer gen, you'll see that they're called that for a reason. They didn't speak about anything considered bad, whether being gay or having mental health struggles and that explains a lot of Paul's withholding behaviour to me.
I think that fighting was foreplay for them and was usually a playful form of flirting. When you listen to Paul talking about it, it's always with delight at the shade they threw at each other. I think it was a safe place for them to be passionate about one another while also recognizing insecurities and calling them out in a way that said I know you do this and you know you do this, but it's okay because I love those parts of you.
I also think it's pretty fucking likely that Paul's read Ian Leslie's book by now. It was a best seller in the UK and the US so it's everywhere and he does read and watch a lot of these books and films about the Beatles. I think that might explain why he's going to be more open about their relationship in this new album.
We can't act totally reckless here! This is a risky mission for a pair of amateurs. They needed to consult highly-trained and experienced professionals.
Luckily, THE iconic duo from the S.I.M.S. Agency took time out of their schedule to share their wisdom. Yay!!!!!
Thank you so much @ruthplaysthesims for letting me borrow Carlos and Tyson! 💞💞💞 Look at them!!!
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One phone call later...
DULCE: I’m confused. You know actual real-life secret agents???
ANTONIO: Yes, but you have to promise to not tell anybody. Not one soul. Except for Cosi.
DULCE: I do promise!!! But how do you know them? Aren’t they supposed to be... well, secret?
ANTONIO: A while back, I assisted them with some legal matters. They said they “owe me one,” so I am redeeming that help now.
CARLOS: Hey, what’s up?
TYSON: It’s been a minute, man!
CARLOS: This is the client sworn to secrecy, right?
DULCE: YES!!!! Obviously I’ve never heard of you two before, but I’m still very much a huge fan!!! I won’t say anything.
ANTONIO: I would’ve preferred you did this mission for us since it’s a dire situation, but I know you are very busy.
TYSON: We could tell it was urgent from the phone call earlier. That Leslie Caruso guy sounds repulsive. You sure you don’t want us to swoop in and take care of him?
CARLOS: He’s joking...
TYSON: Am I?
ANTONIO: We’re sure. All I’m asking for is advice. We need to go to the party in disguise and retrieve the notebook.
TYSON: That’s a good start with the disguises.
CARLOS: When you arrive at the scene, you’re not “Antonio” or “Dulce” anymore. You must fully embrace your new identities.
TYSON: Confidence will take you far. If you act with assurance, people will believe it.
ANTONIO: You got that? Daniela told me about your last attempt at disguising yourself at the coffee shop.
DULCE: Shhhh! I’m learning here.
CARLOS: Furthermore, keep your story simple if you run into anybody. Don’t overexplain.
TYSON: That can make you look suspicious immediately. Also, try to “speak their language.” Mirror them if you can.
ANTONIO: Keep that in mind too, Ms. Alegría.
DULCE: What if we get stuck and don’t know what to say?
CARLOS: Earpieces. Maybe get another person involved in this mission. Again, don’t tell them about us, please.
DULCE: Understood! Any last tips?
TYSON: Hmm...
TYSON: If things go wrong, don’t hesitate to abandon the mission. Leave the notebook and stay safe. If you do retrieve the notebook, don’t stick around. Head straight to the exit and don’t look back.
CARLOS: And work together as a team. You have to rely on and trust each other wholeheartedly. An unsteady team can easily jeopardize the mission.
DULCE: Thank you! These are the things they don’t cover in the spy movies!
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: weekends aren't for rest, they're for being sick and anxious so Monday will be a treat.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
As you enter, you try your best not to make too much noise. You set the bags down lightly and ease the inner door shut. You can hear your dad and the soft sound of puzzle pieces meeting the table.
“Ya know, thirty years almost, but I can see her just like yesterday,” he says.
Your heart clutches. You never heard him talk about your mom. When you were a kid and didn’t know better, he just ignored all your questions about her. When you got older, you stopped asking. You figured it’s easier for both of you to pretend she never was.
“I’m sorry, hon,” Leslie comforts, “you know, in my line of work, I’ve seen it over and over. It’s a wound you can’t heal.”
“Oh yeah,” he grits, “yeah, I’d say…”
You swallow and lean back on your foot, crinkling the bags behind you. You cringe as you hear sudden movement. You turn and work to slip off the white loafers. You pretend like you weren’t listening as Leslie’s shadow looms from the archway.
“You’re home,” she proclaims, “we didn’t think you’d be so early.”
“Me either,” you say as you face her.
Her lashes flick and her mouth opens, “oh my, you look so good! Weren’t you working today?”
“Uh, did some work,” you lie, “I got a few hours off so I… did some running around.”
“Oh, gosh, come on, you have to show your dad,” she takes you by the wrist and tugs you around, “Charles, look at your girl.”
She presents you with her hands on your shoulders. You can’t even look at your dad as the couch creaks and he grunts at your appearance. He snorts and pushes another piece into the puzzle.
“What am I looking at?” He sneers.
“Charles, don’t be like that. Look at her hair, and this dress,” she touches your hips, “must be a nice job, huh?”
“It’s alright,” you shimmy out of her grasp, “I just… needed something more presentable–”
“Something shorter,” your father scoffs, “so when she’s bending to tidy the floors you can see right up.”
“Charles, that’s gross,” Leslie reprimands.
“Truth can be like that,” he snickers, “think some man’s buying her fancy clothes so she can sweep? We both know how she pays for you.”
“No… it’s not…” you shrug and give up, “I’m gonna put my stuff away and start dinner. If you want, you can head off early too.”
“Oh, I don’t mind sticking around,” Leslie says as she once more sits beside your dad, “let me know if you need any help with dinner. Don’t wanna get anything on that nice little dress.”
You nod and hesitate. You can’t tell what she means by that. For as much as she can call out your father, she often speaks with an edge of her own. Just like the cigarettes, she must assume his insults are your fault.
You leave the room and grab the bags. You carry them up the stairs to your room. You shut the door and sit on the end of the bed. You bend and cradle your head, trying to set it straight after the dizzying day.
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The bus provides a momentary break from your hostile world. There is no safe place for you. Home is barely that and work is… confusing. Your only escape is to focus on your tasks and get through them. Get through Mr. Laufeyson’s list then come home and the chores left untouched.
Your look at the time on your phone and black the screen. You get a glimpse of your reflection off the glass as you do. You didn't do too bad with the makeup. It looks okay. You tried not to use too much as you recalled Eliana's instructions.
You shake off your doubts and airy feeling around your legs. You're not use to the skirt or the pretty fabrics. You feel overdressed and out-of-place, but the latter is so new to you.
Through the gate and along the edge of the drive, you hear your name flutter in the air. You stop short as you see Frigga strolling along the hedges, caressing the petals of a rose. She draws away and strides towards you, an ivory skirt paired with a golden brown blouse and nude heels.
“You do start early, don’t you?” She approaches and takes your hand, “come, let’s have tea.”
“Oh, uh, I…” you let her tug you along the walkway towards the front door, “the carpenter is coming today–”
“Ah yes, Loki mentioned you were working on restoring the gazebo. That’s lovely. We used to have tea there, me and… his wife. She was a laugh.”
“Mm,” you hum. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve been very special. You imagine a beautiful woman with silky hair and long legs like Frigga. She must’ve fit right in.
“I suppose if it was meant to be, it would be. I only hope my son can find happiness again,” she squeezes your hand before she lets you go.
She opens the door and waves you in ahead of her. You slip out of your flats much easier than your usual lace-up sneakers. She steps out of her heels and sighs.
“That’s his problem, you know? He’s lonely but too proud to admit it,” she sidles around you and leads you down to the kitchen. You follow and watch as she goes to the counter and pours from the waiting teapot. “Though I haven’t seen him today. I suppose he’s sleeping in, it is the weekend.”
You tilt your head but don’t comment. For as long as you’ve worked for him, not very long at all, he’s never slept past your arrival. Well, not so far as you know.
“I do love this skirt,” she comes back around the counter and touches the tweed, “wonderful pairing,” she touches the blouse with the petal shaped cutouts around the high-collar, “you’re learning.”
“Um, yeah, all the clothes are so pretty,” you say.
“Please, have your tea. I’m sure you have time before the carpenter,” she urges.
“Right, er, I’ll just take my bag upstairs first,” you say, “out of the way.”
“Sure,” she accepts with a kind smile, “how about I take this out to the patio, we can enjoy the sun?”
“Alright,” you agree and hike up your bag, “thank you.”
You quickly flit off and head upstairs. You weren’t expecting her to be there. You just hadn’t thought of it. You only dreaded facing your unbendable boss and his persistent stare.
You go into the library and tuck your bag under the writing desk. You double check the schedule in your phone; Ronan, 10. You have an hour before he arrives.
Your mind is already on the gazebo as you scurry back into the hall. As you shut the door gently, you hear a groan. You peer down towards the unusual noise and blink at the slightly ajar door. The main bedroom. Mr. Laufeyson’s. It rises again before a drawn out exhale, his timbre rumbling low.
You quickly set back to your path and flee downstairs. Maybe he’s talking in his sleep, or more likely, stretching out a few kinks. Your curiosity quickly dissipates as you pass through the dining room and out into the patio.
Frigga sits with large pointed sunglasses over her eyes. She tilts her face up to the sunlight as you sit before the other cup of tea. You pull it close and look out at the yard. A streak of green catches your gaze.
You watch the hummingbird hover over fuchsia petals. You stare dreamily, lulled by the peace of the moment as Frigga merely sips and basks. This isn’t so bad. The bird zips between flowers before disappearing behind a tree. In his stead, the skittish chipmunk scrambles along the railing of the patio. You smile at his fluffy tail.
“I’ll be off tomorrow,” Frigga states, “my husband will be expecting me. Oh, but I’ll miss you, darling.”
“Is it very far?” You wonder.
“Four or five hours,” she answers, “not very far but enough. It’s so lovely up where we are. I wish you could see. Perhaps one day. When things are better.”
Before you can answer, there’s a subtle click behind you.
“Morning,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice is unleashed onto the scene as the patio door swings inward, “mother,” he pauses before he enunciates your name, “beautiful day out.”
Your shoulders stiffen and nearly touch your ears as you sit straight. He pulls out the chair at your other elbow and sets down another teacup with a clink. He sits and smooths back his dark hair, tucking the spiralled ends behind his ears.
“Late morning,” his mother remarks, “any tea left?”
“Some, shall I–”
He puts his hands flat, moving to stand but she shoos him as she’s quicker to rise, “I’ll get it myself. And you darling,” she dips her chin in your direction, “more?”
“Oh, no thanks, I’m still… working on mine. Thank you, Frigga,” you say, mindful of each syllable.
She leaves and the door clicks shut behind her. You stare at the brim of your cup, turning it slowly between your hands as Laufeyson raises his own to his lips. He drinks carefully before putting it down again.
He’s quiet. He shifts and plants an elbow on the table. He turns his attention to the yard and watches. You dare to look up as well, the chipmunk poking his head out from the bush where he hides. He ran away at Mr. Laufeyson’s arrival.
“Cute little fellow,” he remarks as he faces you again. You quickly lower your eyes.
“Uh, yeah…”
“Mmm,” he drones and taps his fingers on the porcelain teacup, “you… that’s a nice shirt.”
“Thanks,” you lift your cup and drain most of it, gulping painfully as you put it back down, “I should go start. Ronan will be here shortly–”
“The carpenter?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I have him penned in–” You explain.
“And? He is a carpenter, he knows what he’s doing. I doubt he needs you watching over his shoulder.”
“I know, uh, but I should be there to let him in,” you slide your cup off the table.
“You’re not even done your tea.”
“I’ll finish on my way in–”
“You’re avoiding me,” he accused and you wince.
“What?”
“You’re running away? Why?” He challenges.
“I’m not, I– I have work to do.”
“Work I give you. I’m your boss, you may sit and finish. I’ll permit it.”
You falter and set the cup on the table. You lower yourself back to the seat and fold your hands. You look at your lap and push your shoulders back. He is back to his haughty demands, you find that part of him easier to handle.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I wasn't running away.”
He scoffs thinly and his nostrils flare as he stares off at the hedges that edge the patio, “I wonder why you can be so quick to flee me when you sat and let my brother feel you up.”
“Huh?” You blanch, stuck by the accusation. “Mr. Laufeyson, I–”
“I know him well and I’m not as blind as my mother. I saw it. You didn’t say a word. You just let him do it,” he clucks, “why?”
Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. You nearly choke, the acidic flavour of the tea drying on your tongue. Was it that bad? You tried not to think about it, to let it affect you, even as the memories flashed in your head, you just tried not to feel anything about it.
“I didn’t… well… he’s your brother, Mr. Laufeyson, I didn’t want to assume… to offend–” you stammer.
“So you let him do what he wants?” He snarlss as he turns his sights on you, a brow arch tritely. “You do not work for him, you work for me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do,” you sputter, confused by his anger. “I tried to…”
Your voice trails off. No, you didn’t try. You were too afraid too. He’s right, you let Thor keep touching you and you didn’t say anything, you didn’t move, you just froze up.
“It makes me wonder,” he cups his chin, leaning on his elbow, “how far would you let him get, hm?”
“Mr. Laufeyson,” you whimper, “I’m sorry–”
“Did you like how he touched you?”
“N-no, Mr. Laufeyson, no, of course not,” you plead.
“You do not want him to touch you?” He prompts.
“No, I… didn’t know how to say—”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, lifting his chin from his hand and pressing his finger to his lips. He pulls his hand away to point at you, “I’ve a better question…” He reaches towards you and you flinch. You quiver as he traces the cutout along the top of your blouse, “how far would you let me go?”
You squirm as he hooks his finger inside the teardrop window in the fabric. His fingertip brushes you as he gives a slight tug, looming closer as he draws you towards him. He smirks as you stare dumbfounded. What is he doing?
“My brother will not touch you again,” his voice is low and rocky, “I will make sure of it.” He tickles you slightly and rescinds his hand, “and you will make sure to remember who you belong to.”
He sits back and hooks his fingers in the handle of the porcelain mug. As if on cue, the french doors open behind you and Frigga trills as she emerges, “oh, just enough tea,” she announces, “I added a dash of honey this time.”
She places the cup by her empty chair but does not sit. She twirls and paces around the patio, going to the flower boxes along the rail. She leans in to examine them.
“Perhaps the carpenter could have a look here, it’s crooked,” she declares. “And I dare say the guest room has a loose floorboard right near the bed.”
“Mm, perhaps, mother,” Laufeyson drawls as he once more raises his cup, his eyes stuck on you, “my house manager will be sure to ask, won’t she?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you wisp out through your constricted throat, barely registering his command.
You can only hear his previous words echoing, over and over; remember who you belong to. Belong to… No, you only work for him.
Omg! If your still doing Jamie tartt requests please can you write about the readers ex boyfriend being a footballer and Jamie has to play against him in a match
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a/n: oh, I just love this idea! thank you for sending this my way, and please enjoy!! (also, I am so sorry this took forever for me to write, forgive me!)
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"Alright, everybody, listen up." Ted called into the locker room gathering the team around him. "We're playing Crystal Palace this week and we need to be prepared."
"Yeah, some more than others." Issac quipped, smacking Jamie's shoulder, which was shortly followed by a chorus of "ooohs" from the rest of the boys.
Ted and Beard shared a confused look before turning back to the rest of the team for guidance. Roy finally stepped forward from the corner and spoke up. "Crystal Palace is home of Jack Thompson, probably a bigger prick then the prince prick of all pricks." Roy explained, nodding his head towards Jamie. "And the ex-boyfriend of our resident, y/n."
Jamie, who up until this point had silently stood back from the group, pushed his way forward and addressed the room. "Right, listen. This is just another match, so I don't want to hear another word out of anyone. Okay?" he asked, looking around for a response.
Sheepishly, the rest of the team mumbled their agreement and made their way to the pitch for the morning. And if anyone noticed that Jamie's kicks were just a bit more aggressive then normally, not a word was spoken.
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At the end of the week, you stood outside the locker room, arms wrapped around Jamie, his number proudly adorned on your back. "I'm sorry if this game is going to be awkward." you apologized quietly.
"Babe, it's only going to be awkward for the prick who let you walk out of his life." he reassured, leaning in for a short kiss before watching you walk away to the owner's box with Keeley, Rebecca, and Leslie just as you did every week.
Walking onto the pitch with the rest of the team, Jamie did his best to keep his eyes forward and his mind clear. Unfortunately, your ex had other ideas and forcefully knocked his shoulder against Jamie's, and that was only the start.
Every chance Thompson had to get in Jamie's way or under his skin, he took the chance. "Hey Tartt, how's y/n doing?" Thompson threw over his shoulder, blocking Jamie from intercepting the ball.
"Much better in my jersey than in yours." Jamie shot back, finally allowing himself to give in and ran forward to intercept the ball back before passing it to Sam.
Whether it was the comment or the move, Thompson was not a fan and ran towards Jamie, sending him tackling to the ground. There were gasps all around the stadium as Jamie landed on his back, eyes closed for a moment. He knew what he had to do, and really played up his part, grasping his knee in faux pain until he heard the whistle from the referee.
As though he was suddenly healed, Jamie jumped to his feet just in time to see Thompson get a yellow card. Jamie subtly flipped him off, laughing with his teammates as he prepared to score a goal. And when the ball went soaring into the net only moments later, the rest of the team erupted into delighted cheers as Jamie turned towards you and blew you a kiss.
All you could do was shake your head lovingly at your boyfriend's antics, and blow him a kiss back, never giving your ex a second thought after that.
