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SFW Alphabet ~ Peter Parker

These aren’t my ABC’s. I stole them from @caitlinpotter

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Peter is very affectionate, at least in his mind. In reality, he’s always worried that he’ll make things awkward, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Are you comfortable with a hug right now? Is a kiss too much PDA? But once you’ve been dating for a while, he gets a lot more comfortable and then it’s hugs and cute little wrestling fights all the time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the best best friend. Y’all probably met at school (most likely in Academic Decathlon) and you became friends really quickly. You guys are the best friends that do EVERYTHING together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Peter LOVES to cuddle. Especially after the snap (I honestly can’t even refer to it as the ‘blip’), he’s terrified of losing you because he saw how quickly it can happen.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Peter really wants to settle down with you but not at the expense of being Spiderman. He wants a life with you and maybe even some kids but he would still be the friendly neighborhood Spiderman while he did it

He’s a teenage boy so, of course, there’s dirty clothes everywhere. He’s good at doing the dishes and getting chores done though. When he’s been out all night protecting the city though, he does sometimes forget every now and then.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with you would absolutely destroy Peter. It has nothing to do with his feelings for you. The boy is still madly in love with you but that’s why he needs to let you go. He feels like you’re in danger when you’re with him and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you.

He would try so hard to stay strong and explain everything and make sure that you knew that you didn’t do anything wrong and just keep telling you how perfect you are but this boy would definitely start crying.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Peter, at the moment, is content with being in a very happily committed relationship with you. He’s not in a huge rush to get engaged but he definitely wants to in the future. He’d propose to you when you’re around 24 or 25 and it would be simple and cute!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Peter is SUPER careful with you. Because of his super strength, he’s constantly horrified of hurting you by accident. Emotionally, Peter isn’t too aggressive anyways and that really translates into your relationship. He’s snapped at you a few times when he’s super stressed from school or with Avengers stuff but he always is very apologetic about it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Peter loves hugs. He would hug you all the time if he could. He hugs you whenever he sees you. He wraps you in his arms and squeezes you super tight but it’s a comforting tight, not a Lord-help-me-I-can’t-breathe tight.

Going back to the cuddling, he loves to hug you because it means that you’re real and tangible and there with him. He savors every moment because he’s scared to lose you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s very cautious with the L-word. He’s lost so many people that he loves from his parents to Uncle Ben to Stark. Even when he starts to feel it, he doesn’t even admit it to himself because then that’s something that he can lose.

Somewhere around the five or six month mark though it slips out before either of you even know what happened but you’re quick to return the sentiment

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Peter doesn’t get jealous so much as he does insecure. You’ve reassured him dozens of times that you don’t want to be with anyone other than him but that doesn’t stop him from wondering if you’d rather be Brad every now and then.

You and Peter have a very trusting relationship. You both accept the fact that you both have friends in the gender that you’re attracted to but that you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t trust each other. It’s never really been an issue for your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Peter loves to kiss you on the top of the head. That’s his trademark for you. Whenever he sees you after school, it’s a big hug where he kind of engulfs your body in his arms and you bury your face in his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

(But he’ll kiss you anywhere and everywhere when he can)

He loves when you kiss his chest but he’ll never really admit it cause he feels a little weird about it but it drives him wild.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great with kids because he’s such a little goof himself. They wanna play with Legos? GREAT! Cause Peter’s an expert Lego builder. They wanna do his hair? Well it’s their lucky day cause Peter is more than willing to walk the runway with bows in his hair.

As for his own, he knows he wants them one day but he doesn’t know exactly when. He doesn’t want to put them in any danger and that’s what’s holding him back the most but he would love to see some mini-yous running around one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are cuddly in the Parker residence! There is a solid twenty minutes of cuddling and talking before you guys get out of bed in the morning so be sure to set your alarm clock a little earlier than needed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There are two kinds of nights

#1: Nerdy Nights: Y’all are up all night bingeing Star Wars or playing games or studying for finals. There’s usually a lot of take-out involved.

#2: Worrisome Nights: Peter is out saving the world as usual leaving you home terrified that maybe that was the last night you’d have with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Depends on what it is. Peter doesn’t reveal to you that he’s Spiderman for about five months into your relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just thought it would put you in danger.

Other things, like Stark’s death, he’s a mess. He pours his heart out to you when it happens and just needs you to hold him and hug him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Peter is very patient. He doesn’t really get easily angered at all (I mean it literally took everything up to End Game for the boy to activate Instant Kill). Even when you fight, there’s never yelling or threats. He may snap every now and then but that’s very far and few between.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Peter remembers everything! He’ll remember that one time that you mentioned that you loved Tiger Lillies three months ago and bring you one on your birthday. Even when he’s super stressed, he remembers your anniversary and makes sure to make you one of those cute little memory boxes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There was one time when he swung you both up to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge (much to your dismay at first because, afraid of heights or not, that’s still scary) and you watched the sun set over the city. It was simple and beautiful and the way you looked with the golden light shining on your face is a sight Peter will never forget.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Peter is very protective of you but not in a jealous boyfriend way. Due to his line of work, there’s always the possibility of actual danger. He’s not stalkerish or obssessive but he gets worried if he hasn’t heard from you in a while or if you’ve gone too long without returning his calls because he can’t keep his mind from wandering to all the horrible things that may have happened.

He doesn’t need to be protected too much physically but you’re his emotional support. You protect him by talking him out of dumb ideas or allowing him to talk to you about the things he goes through to protect his mental state.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into everything. Peter’s an overthinker so he wants everything to be perfect for you. All of your dates are well thought out. There’s a gift for every holiday, anniversary, and birthday (even if it’s a simple I love you note). He just feels like he needs you to understand how much he loves you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Peter’s not too concerned with his looks. He doesn’t want to look like a slob by any means but he’s not going out with perfectly slicked back hair and a 3 piece suit every time he leaves the house.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Most definitely. He was feeling in need of some romantic companionship for a while before you guys started dating but after you became official, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He felt like he needed you and without you, he didn’t feel whole.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Peter has a bad habit of just sort of flopping face first on the mattress and falling asleep there in his Spidersuit, only the mask removed. His hair will be all over the place and he’ll still be sweaty and occasionally scratched up but that doesn’t matter. That’s an issue for tomorrow.

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justreadingfics · 5 years

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Looking For a Heartbeat (19/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, some angst, lots of pinning, use of hormones as an excuse.

A/N: @suz-123 is my angel and I love her. Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

“Hey.” Your smile is bright as you spot Bucky walking into the Doctor Nadine ́s waiting room.

“Hi,” He smiles back. As handsome as ever. He’s been keeping his face with nothing but a light stubble lately and the little jump in your heart reminds you that, despite loving his full beard; you also have a huge soft spot for that look. Maybe it’s because the light shade enhances the outlines of his beautiful and plump lips. He’s sporting his customary outfit: white henley and dark jeans which enhances every single delightful part of him as he walks and his many, hard muscles move through the fabric.

The sting on your lips makes you notice you’re biting them as you stare at him. You blink and swiftly compose yourself as he takes a seat next to you.

“Am I late?” If he noticed your shameless gawking, he doesn't let it show.

Goddamn those pregnant hormones, and goddamn Bucky for not helping at all by being that extraordinarily hot on a daily basis, only adding to your increasing frustration.

“Not at all. Doctor Nadine is, though.” You try to put on some nonchalance into your voice to disguise your current state of…distress.

“Here.” Only when he hands it to you, you notice the little paper bag in his hands.

Accepting the bag, you smirk and side eye him, as he shrugs. You laugh when you find in your hands a stuffed little pig, all white except for some greyish brown stamps all over it and the nose and the inside of the ears, which are pink.

“I couldn’t resist.” He looks guilty as a shy smile curls up his lips, “The clerk said it's from a Disney movie called Moana.”

“It will look awesome next to the Unicorn.” You grin, pressing the stuffie against your cheek and relishing in its fluffiness before placing it back in the bag, “Speaking of that, the kids were pretty bummed by you leaving earlier yesterday. You have a couple of new fans.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, “They’re awesome…” His lively expression falls a bit as his eyes bore into yours and he bites the inside of his cheeks, “I had to sort something out... with Anna.”

“Oh…” You still feel his eyes on you as you turn ahead at the information, averting his eyes from him. “Ok.”

You both stay quiet. The silence isn't comfortable at all as you tap your fingers on your thigh, gripping the little bag hard in your hand. The unspoken question tugging at your tongue as dread pinches the pit of your stomach. God, you hate feeling like that.

“And did you?” You can’t hold it back anymore. “Sort things out?”

“Yeah, actually.” Bucky looks down as his eyebrows snap together, “It was a good talk.” Bucky nods, almost as if he’s talking to himself.

“Good.” You repeat his words, tightening your lips in a failed attempt of forming a smile for him, “Good, good, good…” The mumble slips out quietly from your lips as you turn your head to stare ahead, legs distractedly bouncing.

“It was a very good chat.” Bucky talks again and you hum in acknowledgement. “We admitted our mistakes. Forgave each other.”

The sting is sharp against your chest as your heart drops to your stomach. You just nod, gulping down the lump in your throat, without once looking back at him. You shouldn’t be feeling like this… anxious… jealous... Weren’t you the very one to tell him he should talk to Anna? Listen to her? Very sensible of you, right? You fight the urge to roll your eyes at yourself right before you hear his voice again.

“It was good to close this chapter. Getting romantically involved was a mistake.”

Your face snap to him. His eyes were already on you, but you can’t quite read his guarded expression.

“We agreed on that and now we can move on.” He adds, softly. His hands linked together of his thighs.

“Oh, so you ́re not back together.” You ask as your unwise faltering heart needs a confirmation.

He simply shakes his head.

“Good.” You definitely shouldn’t sound as joyful as you do. You clear your throat and try to keep an even expression on your face, for good measure. “I mean… Are you ok?” You ask with honest worry. Despite the stupid feelings that keep making a fuzz of your chest, you know what Anna means to Bucky and, yeah, if it meant he would be happy, it would hurt you, but you would understand if they had gotten back together.

“Yeah.” His lips curl down, “I was a jerk to her. You told me I would hurt her, and I did.” He shrugs, and you see the little bone in his throat moving as he swallows.

“Oh, Bucky, I-”

“But we're good now.” He nods to himself, not allowing you to lie and say you really didn’t mean that. You did. It doesn’t mean you’re happy about it, but you knew in heart at the time that he would end up hurting her. Running away is never the answer. You learned this the hard way.

“Ok,” You nod, keeping the thoughts to yourself.

His eyes meet yours and you spot the softness in them when he speaks, just as softly, “Time to move on.”

You smile at each other. A shared smile full of unspoken words. But it’s also full of history and easy and honest and it keeps plastered on your face the whole day.

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A tiny kick makes you place your hand over your round stomach and smile.

“Are you waking up, peanut?” You mumble to your belly, drawing small circles over it.

You’re a little bit more than 29 weeks now and the baby has been making themselves noticeable for a few weeks already. What started out as a fluttery sensation now has turned into full kicks and jabs. A child of two Avengers, no doubt about that. You love feeling them. Well, maybe except when the little brat hits you with the force of a tiny super soldier in your ribs, which they’ve been very keen to do the last few days.

The baby is big. So damn big and heavy. 20 inches and already 7 pounds. A whole lot more than expected if they didn’t have a super DNA in them. As they develop that strong, it’s been getting more and more difficult for your body to carry the pregnancy. The appointments have been more frequent, almost daily. Doctor Nadine estimates you won’t get to the 39th or 40th week, which has been making you a bit anxious, of course. As much as you’re dying to see the little face of your peanut, a premature birth is never ideal. What makes you sleep easier at night is that Tony’s has gone over the top and there’s medical assistance available for you 24/7 at a short walking distance to the Tower’s med bay.

You and Bucky have been discussing names. He’s been allowing you to come up with all the options so he doesn’t let the sex slip with a biased suggestion. After hours, days and weeks of research and debates, so far you’ve narrowed it down to Mary or Ava if it’s a girl and Theo or Lucas, if it’s a boy. Being one of the best spies in the world, he didn’t put on any expression or say anything that could spill the beans.

Speaking of the daddy, he’s always around, always bringing a little cute souvenirs which he absolutely couldn’t resist buying on his way over the tower. He’s still living at his little apartment in Brooklyn and whether this would change after the baby arrived or not you don’t know and, to be honest, you won’t ask. You’ve been talking and talking and talking, but nothing more than things related solely to the baby. Anything that could lead to certain topics or interpretations have been avoided. Having him around has been more than you could ever wish for and you wouldn’t handle him getting scared and running away from you again.

You’ve decided to continue living at the tower after the baby is born, for the team of uncles and aunts pure joy. It is the safest place on earth, and the floor Tony has been remodeling into a mega apartment for you is almost ready and perfect. He’s been taking care of everything and you really don’t mind. You were never one to really care about decorations and stuff and it’s his way of showing love, so you gladly accept it. Well, except for the nursery, which you and Bucky were adamant to be responsible for and have been working on the room together.

Just right now, he and Steve are applying the wallpaper you two have chosen and putting the crib together while you’re in your new kitchen, which is already done and fully functional, squeezing some fresh lemonade for the two hard workers.

After you place the Jar and the glasses on a tray, you walk towards the nursery, but what you find when you cross the opened door makes you choke on air and almost drop all the lemonade to the floor.

Bucky. Standing on a ladder. Shirtless. With his built, bare back to you as he reaches the roller up to glue the highest part of the wallpaper. His locks are trapped in one of those damn low buns of his, as droplets of sweat ran down the deepened line between the muscles of his back. Your eyes descend his body and meet his jeans hanging low, showing you a large stripe of the black boxes he has underneath.

Shit. It’s been like this now. Just the sight of him making you dizzy and most definitely… bothered. As a rush of heat washes over your core, you tell yourself it’s the damn hormones fault and, of course, you being completely sex deprived for so long, but you’re not really sure if it’s really this or the fact you have him around you almost all the time now, and having him around had always been enough to cause a number on your body reactions.

You hear an inhuman sound when he stretches his back. Your eyes widen at the realization the sound must’ve come out from you when he looks over his shoulder and spots you there: pathetically standing by the door, holding a tray with lemonade, dumbly staring at him.

He smiles and promptly climbs down the stairs, “Hey,” He greets as he drops the roller on the floor, covered by newspaper, and walks towards you, using his forearm to clean some sweat off his forehead.

Goddamn.

“Hey,” You mumble back, somewhat breathless as his broad, shirtless, sweaty figure stands in front of you. Your tongue darts out to run over your dry lips.

“So? What do you think?”

“What?” You blink.

He narrowed his eyes at you an chuckles before pointing his hand towards the walls.

“Oh.” You jump, finally taking your eyes off of him to let them roam around the room. The balloons wallpaper is neatly glued, and you can see the room turning into a nursery by his hands, “Oh, Bucky.” You sigh, already feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Yeah, besides horny as fuck, you’ve been easily emotional, too. “It’s perfect.” A huge smile across your face.

His smile matches yours, “It’s almost done. Steve went to his room to grab a toolkit so we can start putting the crib together.” He nods towards the closed box on the floor behind him, before his eyes drop to the trail in your hands.

“Oh, I brought you guys some lemonade.” You lift the trail, “I figured you’d be thirsty.”

When his gaze meet yours again, you spot the change in his eyes, the blue a bit darker and a hint of amusement sparkling on them, “You have no idea.” His voice drops a note and laces you by the core.

You swallow thickly, not sure if he’s deliberately trying to drive you crazy or it’s your pregnant dirty mind making you see things.

“Ahm, h-here,” you stutter and move fast to place the trail on a worktable which is right beside you and pour him a glass, handing it to him and trying to pay no attention to the flames burning you up from the inside.

You, obviously, can’t take your eyes off of him as he thanks you with a smirk and brings it to his lips. His eyes close as he gulped down the whole glass all at once. Your gaze drops to the scars on his chest… He must’ve got them treated, because they’re light and clean, almost blending to his skin. Very different from the angry marks you used to trace your fingers on while he was sleeping, feeling him sigh deeply under your touch-

“Hmmm, ice cold and full of sugar. Delicious.” He licks his lips and your gaze snap up to his face, taking you out from your mind filled with memories.

“Of course,” You chuckle, “That’s the right way of lemonade.” As he laughs and his eyes crinkle adorably, you spot a drop slipping from his lips and running down his jaw. You need to do something about it, don’t you? Lemon could damage his skin, after all. “Ahm, you have a… let me-” You reach to his face and he stiffens when you delicately brush your thumb over the his jaw to catch the drop. You sense the twitch on his jawbone, when, almost unconsciously, your hand cup his face and you let your thumb skim up to the corner of his lips.

You don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. All you focus is on the loud hammering of your heart as his eyes flutter close and he leans on your touch. You breathe through your parted lips and your gaze falls down to his mouth. His beautiful and rosy lips... It’s been so long since you got the chance to kiss them…

“Ouch.” Your hand flies from Bucky’s face to your belly.

Bucky’s eyes swiftly open. For a second he seems lost, as if he’s just woken up from a dream and didn’t know exactly where he was. When he spots your hand on your belly his eyes go round, “What’s happening? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “The baby has kicked me. They’ve been doing this a lot, but it has never felt so strong-ah-” You gasp and laugh as your eyebrows draw together when the little one hits another heavy strike.

“Oh,” Bucky breathes, looking down at your belly as pure awe takes over his face. When he glances up to you, his eyes is evidently glowing with expectancy, “C-can I?” He hesitantly asked, raising his hand in direction of your belly just as timidly.

When you nod and takes your hand from your stomach to allow him to touch it, he immediately places the empty glass of lemonade on the worktable and steps closer to you. Not until that day Bucky had asked to touch your belly… The gentle touch of his hand through your dress is almost too much as the electricity runs down your spine unbidden and makes your heart race.

“Here.” Taking in a shuddering breath, you place your hand over his to slowly move it to the right spot where he would be able to feel the baby. He’s so close to you… so close.

“I-I can’t feel anything.” The disappointment is evident in his voice and in the small pout that follows.

“Ahm, why don’t try talking to them?” You suggest and he glances up at you, “It usually works for me.” You shrug.

His eyes narrow and he smiles tightly after focusing on your belly again. Your hand still covering his.

“What should I say?” He whispers.

“Um, why don’t start with “hello ``''?

“Ok…” He nods before taking in a deep sigh, “Hello, my baby.” He murmurs softly and carefully strokes your belly, “I’m your daddy.”

Just like that, as if it had been planned out, you feel the kick. Bucky promptly lets out a breathy smile.

“It was a big one. Did you feel it?” You ask, quietly, trying hard to not ruin their moment.

He nods quickly, his lips pressed hard against one another. As his gaze remains down, yours remain on him. His forehead almost touches yours and you try to breathe. The magic you had experienced moments before enveloping the both of you again. The three of you, actually.

“I can’t wait to see you,” He keeps talking to your baby and it kicks again, “I love you so much already, my baby.” The blue of his watery eyes meet yours, “Our baby.”

Your melt under his words as you sulk in a breath and nod, “Our baby.” Your hand tightens the grip on his as the warmth of a single tear runs down your cheek.

Every single one of your days, you spend trying to suppress, deny and bury the feelings, the stubborn and immeasurable love you have for him. The love you once felt so afraid of…Because it’s the right thing to do. It’s what’s best for you, but most importantly it’s what’s best for him… You’re not afraid of this love anymore… You haven’t been afraid of it for a long time now. But he is. He is and what you’re afraid of is he’ll run away from it, from you…

Every day is a fight against your feelings, sometimes you lose, others you win. Today...one simple touch and the fight is slipping off your grasp...

His right hand doesn’t move from where he feels your baby saying hello to him, while you shudder at the cold sensation of metal meeting your middle before his arm circle your waist, pulling you closer to him as the warmth of his body rolls off to yours. Your legs turn into jelly and you’re grateful for his hold keeping you stand. He drops his forehead to yours and all you have to do is move one inch and you would be able to feel the taste of him again, after so long…

“Bucky…” You whisper, as your eyes flutter.

“Hey, pal. I think this will do it-”

You could feel the soft brush of Bucky’s lips on yours before you quickly let go of him, ceasing any kind of contact as Steve bursts into the room.

“Ahm, am I interrupting anything?” Steve asks, frozen in place with the toolkit in hands, after an uncomfortable silence settled in the room.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot Bucky, with hands on each side of his waist and head hanging low as his chest heavies, “No, of course not.” You put on a smile for a skeptical Steve, “I was just here to bring you two some lemonade. There it is.” You point to the jar, “Help yourself, Steve. Ahm, I – I gotta go to the bathroom, my bladder is the size of a marble, now, you know? I’ll come back later for the tray.” You cringe rushing to the way out without taking a breath to spill the words, or sparing another glance at Bucky before you leave the room.

Today, you lost.

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Ch. 20 coming soon(ish)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes series #bucky angst #bucky series #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic

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thirteenisles · 4 years

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Can’t Say We’re Friends | 4

A/N: I originally had a different plot for this, but then I had this idea so I re-wrote the entire thing today. So yeah, I really hope you enjoy this because I sure did! As always thanks to @matbaezal for reading my things over!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: alcohol, bad decisions, and soft Tito

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

A girl's night out was just what the doctor ordered. Surrounded by some of her favorite women, in a small bar in Brooklyn, gushing over Sydney’s upcoming nuptials, and the drinks flowing- Evelyn needed this more than she realized.

“Oh my god, your dress is gorgeous!” Evelyn squeals, holding Sydney’s phone close to her face, before passing it to Kristy, “Is that Elie Saab?”

“Yes! From the new spring collection! After you showed me a few of his designs last year, I fell in love! As soon as I put on the dress, I knew it was the one.”

“It’s a perfect choice, I can’t wait to see it in person. Matt isn’t going to know what hit him!” Kristy exclaimed.

Sydney laughed, taking a sip of her wine, “I can’t believe I’m getting married in three days.”

“Well, I can!” Evelyn reaches out for Sydney’s hands and squeezes them, “You two were made for one another. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thank you! Now, all we need to do now is find you, somebody. Ooh, maybe you’ll meet someone at my wedding.”

“I’m perfectly happy on my own. I’m 22, settling down isn’t on my mind.”

“Hm. Maybe not now, but I’m sure there is someone you have in mind, you just haven’t opened your eyes enough.” Kristy says, “There is a certain someone whose had their eye on you for a while.”

Evelyn is surprised to hear that, “Really? Who?”

All the girls look at her with the most creative “are you kidding me” expressions.

“Eve, Babe, it’s Tito,” Jen starts, “Don’t make that face now- Evelyn Caron. He’s so gone for you it’s not even funny.”

Here we go again, she thinks. “There is nothing-“

“-nothing romantic between the two of you- so we’ve heard. We’ve also heard you two got hitched in Vegas and are playing house together according to Barz.” Sydney finishes, “which by the way I am so surprised you really thought you could keep something that big a secret. But you’re playing with fire Evelyn, faking a relationship for what reason? I know you think it’s going to help at least in the sense of getting your parents to knock it off, but someone is going to get hurt.”

“Our friendship is solid. No meaningless Vegas mishap is going to destroy that.” Evelyn waves them off, ordering another drink, she’s going to need a lot of alcohol if this was going to continue.

“Until someone catches feelings.” Kristy mutters, “Or in this case, hurts themselves more by pretending not too.”

“I think you’re all so excited about Sydney’s wedding and all this love affair that you guys are seeing things that aren’t there. So can we please stop talking about this? We’re ending all this talk right here and right now, Tito and I are friends. End of story.”

“I’m just going to say one last thing.” Sydney turns and faces Evelyn, “I don’t know how you haven’t figured it out, you are so in love with him that the lines between friends and lovers are blurred. One day you’re going to realize it and I really hope it’s not too late when you do.”

Where the hell is the bartender with her drink?

The next morning she wakes up with a lovely hangover, but at least there is a glass of water and some ibuprofen on her nightstand. She slowly sits up, sipping at the water after taking the medicine, shocked when she sees it’s well past noon.

There’s a knock at her door and a sheepish Tito peeks his head in, “Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?”

“Like death.” She groans, “I drank way too much.”

“Yeah, you stumbled in here at one am, getting you to bed was half the fun.” He chuckles as enters her room.

“Shit, I’m sorry Tito.” She’s so embarrassed at her drunken behavior.

“It’s alright. I went out with the boys this morning but wanted to make sure you were ok. So I left and I picked up your favorite from Panera.”

She smiles softly at him, “You’re the best Tito.”

He shrugs, handing over the bag to her, “Anything for you.”

Putting the food to the side for a moment, she stretches her arms out, making grabby hands as he rolls his eyes and leans down. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him, burying her face in his neck, sighing in content. His hand rubs her back gently as he presses his lips to the side of her head. Goosebumps erupt as a warm feeling spreads through her body, and Evelyn pulls back, pressing a quick kiss to Tito’s cheek.

“Thank you.”

He’s got this odd expression on his face as he stares at her for a moment, before he gives her a tight smile and nods, leaving the room in silence.

Well, that was odd.

“Are you almost ready? We are going to be late!” Tito yells up the stairs, “I’m sure your makeup looks fine Evee!”

Boys, they’d never understood, today was Matt and Sydney’s wedding and she wanted to look her best.

Evelyn rolls her eyes as she finishes up the final touches of her makeup, applying a deep burgundy lip. She steps back admiring the way the black and floral printed dress fits her body, paired with her favorite strappy black heels.

“Be right down!”

She realizes she’s wearing the wrong ring and quickly takes it off, putting it on her ring dish, and gives herself a final once over before she grabs her bag and makes her way downstairs.

Tito has cleaned up nicely, dressed in one of his nicest navy suits. He runs his fingers through his hair as he looks at something on his phone. He turns just as Evelyn hits the last step. He stands up straighter, mouth parted as he takes her in, and then swallows thickly.

She looks absolutely beautiful and he’s rendered speechless.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?” She asks nervously, flushing under his intense gaze.

Tito goes pink and chuckles, “No, sorry, you just look....so...beautiful.”

Evelyn’s stomach flips and she smiles, “And you look very handsome, your tie is crooked though.”

He feels like the air has left his lungs, staring down at her as she hums to herself, fixing his tie. She’s so close and his eyes keep drifting down to her lips. They’re slightly pouted as she concentrates and the color on them is so inviting. He just wants to lean down and kiss her, but he restrains himself.

Friends. We’re best friends, he reminds himself.

“There.” Her hands rest on his chest, “All better. You ready to go?”

All he can do is nod dumbly.

Standing by the bar, waiting for a glass of white, Evelyn but can’t help but sigh, looking out onto the dance floor. Everyone is having such a good time and she should be too, except she stopped having a good time an hour ago once Mat had introduced Tito to a gorgeous blonde.

That girl was definitely his type but had the personality of a dead fish. Evelyn had to sit there and watch her giggle at all of Tito’s jokes, even his bad ones, flirting with him, and touching his arm like they were familiar with one another. Then she asked him if he wanted to dance, and the two of them left Evelyn alone at the table.

Tipping the bartender, she finds an isolated corner. How pathetic, she should be happy. Sydney was one of her closest friends and this was her special day, yet Evelyn felt so lonely.

“What are doing here all alone?”

She looks up from her glass, meeting Mat’s eyes. His shirt is half unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and she thinks she spots lipstick on his neck.

“Just having a drink.”

“I haven’t seen you on the floor yet, come dance with me. I can’t stand to see your sad puppy eyes.”

“I- I do not have sad puppy eyes.” She sputters out.

“Mhm, and you’re not jealous either,” he takes her drink out of her hand and sets it down, grabbing her hand and drags her to the dance floor.

He spins her around, grinning, “Come on, loosen up, it's just me Evelyn.” He pulls her close, Mat was always more affectionate when he was drinking.

So she dances with him, because it was better than standing in a dark corner alone, and as the alcohol starts to hit her more (with a few drinks the two of them have in between songs) she finds herself really loosening up. Partying with Mat, always guaranteed a good time.

Towards the end of the evening, she stumbles over to the table, looking for her heels, and she finds Tito sitting there, looking annoyed.

“Tito! Hi!” She grins at him, “Where’s your friend?”

“She left already.”

“Oh...I’m sorry, you wanna come dance with me?”

He looks over at the dance floor, “You look like you’re having plenty of fun with Mat, so I think I’ll pass.” He sounds so bitter and he knows it, but at the moment he could care less.

She pouts and grabs his hand, “He’s not you though, come on, pleaaaasssse? Dance with me? They’re almost done for the night and you haven’t danced with me.”

Sighing he stands up and follows her to the dance floor. She giggles, flushed from the alcohol, and wraps her arms around his neck as they sway to a slow song. His hands at her waist, he pulls her closer, hoping she can’t feel how fast his heart is beating when she lays her head on his chest. He happens to look up meeting Mat’s eyes who cheekily winks and gives him a thumbs-up, the nerve of that bastard, but at least he finally got to dance with her even if it’s for one song.

When they arrive home, Tito is helping Evelyn back into the house, even though she keeps insisting she’s fine. He carries her up the stairs because he doesn’t trust Evelyn in those heels to not hurt herself, and takes them off for her once he sets her on the bed.

“Can you unzip my dress?” She asks as she turns her back to him, and he hesitates. He moves her hair over her shoulder, fingers trailing against the smooth skin of her exposed back as pulls the zipper down.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. Welcome.” He needs to get out of here right now.

Her hand wraps around his wrist as he’s turning to leave and he stops and looks at her curiously. Her head is tilted and she’s staring at him.

“You ok? You want some water?”

She frowns and shakes her head, “No, I’m just... confused.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She’s in front of him now, staring up at him, her eyes keep flickering to between his eyes and his lips. Her hands are resting on his chest, and suddenly she’s on her toes and her lips are pressed against his.

They’ve shared a few pecks in front of their family, but it’s nothing like this. His whole body ignites and feels on fire in the best way. He lets himself melt into it, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, and he pulls her closer deepening the kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and nips at his bottom lip and that’s when it hits him.

She’s drunk and he is not going to take advantage of this.

He pulls away, breathing heavily, avoiding her gaze. “You need to get to bed Evelyn.” He ignores the sad puppy eyes she has going on, grabs her makeup wipes and hands her two, then lays out her sleepwear.

“Goodnight, sleep well.” He closes the door behind him and rushes to his bedroom, leaning against his own door.

He kissed her, well she kissed him. He tugs at his hair and lets out a frustrated groan. The kiss keeps replaying in his head and he’s ready to slam his head into the wall, because catching feelings for her was truly the worst thing to ever happen, especially when she was never going to return them.

Grabbing his phone, against his better judgment, he texts the pretty blonde he met tonight, “Hey it’s Anthony. You free sometime this week?”

#anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #tito beauvillier imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #new york islanders #hockey fic #mat barzal #mathew barzal

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beelsfeels · 4 years

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A profile of my Obey Me OC, Shoshi! (Pronounced like Yoshi)

Picrew 1 Picrew 2

Name: Shoshi (short for Shoshana)

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5′6″

Background: raised Jewish, got into Jewish Mysticism as an adult, began worshiping Lilith, and has Lilith's sigil tattooed beneath her bellybutton. She feels VERY awkward about it in the House of Lamentation.

Random HC: Namaah exists at RAD and is a totally hottie BAMF that Shoshi has a Huge Gay Crush on, to the point she can't really form cohesive thoughts around her, a fact that Satan and Asmodeus love to team up and exploit for the LOLs.

Summary: Horny-For-Yall Death-Wish with Crippling Anxiety. Copes with humor and memes. The ultimate self-insert.

Relationships with the brothers:

Lucifer:

- Shoshi and Lucy have a very complex relationship, she both admires and is intimidated by the eldest.

- Shoshi is a huge brat and it gets her in trouble a LOT with Lucifer. He goes easy on her though, which is good because her anxiety skyrockets when this man get That Look™️ when anyone is acting up.

- When Lucifer tried to intimidate her at Diavolo's weekend retreat while dancing, Shoshi straight up cussed him out and stormed off to the balcony to angry cry.

- Eventually had an argument so heated she wasn't sure if she was about to be murdered or have the best sex of her life.

- it was the latter

- they started casually dating after that, and Shoshi would often stay up late with Lucifer to keep him company while he does paperwork.

- Lucifer is very protective of her, and often walks her to each of her classes, a hand on her lower back. This draws many stares from the other students and becomes harder for her to make friends outside of the HoL.

- HC that Lucifer teaches one of her classes and she can NOT pay attention which earns her lots of after class "punishments"

- listen up, Morningstar

- "What did you just call me?"

- ::books it at high velocity towards wherever Diavolo is::

Mammon:

- Shoshi is his Ride or Die (Ride AND die more like) best friend.

- will destroy anyone who talks crap on the 2nd eldest.

- maybe a tiny human but WILL throw hands for his honor

- always ends in Mammon having to save her which is counterintuitive

- they share one (1) braincell when they are together and it's full of the literal worst ideas.

- snuggle buddies, Mammon won't admit he likes her out loud but will end up in her room Every Night that Lucifer hasn't already sanctioned her time.

- Jealous of her relationships with every other brother, but will tolerated a three way spoon with Beel since he's a walking teddy bear.

- "after this hare brained scheme we will have enough money to buy you a bigger bed"

- they never do

- invented a silent eye contact language for when Lucifer is lecturing them for hours about how irresponsible they have been.

Leviathan

-Leviachan! ::Jump hugs him::

-"Shoshi!! You can't just hug me without warning!"

-Levi is always having a heart attack around Shoshi either because she's flirting with him or she's absolutely crushing him at video games

-Shoshi would literally die for this boy, is absolutely in love with this Otaku king.

-she thinks it is unrequited until one night she's crushing him too hard at Mario Kart and he finds ways to... Distract her.

-Shoshi will protect Levi at all costs and he REALLY doesn't need her to, why does this human think she can take on everyone she's so bad at fighting.

-what that tail do?

-"please stop asking me that"

Satan

-fast burn enemies to lovers

-Satan does not appriciate Shoshi's humor, as it relates to him.

-"Shosh, do you want to study together tonight?"

-Not Today, Satan

-"Shoshi I brought you your homework"

-Hail Satan!

-Turns into her closest confidant

-lots of book reading, philosophical conversations, and wine nights

-Got Satan to join her in her morning yoga rituals to help with his wrath problem

-Loves going on dates with Satan, he's so upfront and honest, though not as affectionate as she would like

-she respects his personal space

-he lectures her on her "death wish" for all the times she says "fight me" unless it's to Lucifer then he buys her a new book or hands her a kitten he happened to have on hand.

-cat memes back and forth 24/7

-Her actual "first demon" 😉

-"You little brat" (that is a threat)

-she loves it

Asmodeus

- gossip girls

- weekly bath night, bubble bath, face masks, painting each other's nails

- Asmo gives her all the latest DevilDom gossip, and even when it's about people she doesn't know at all she will still chug that tea

- casual nakedness, don't pop into one of their hangouts if you're not ready for an eyeful

- Satan learned that the hard way

- Beel also did, but didn't mind as much

- has to literally put a ward on the door to keep Mammon from busting into Asmos room and dragging Shoshi out

- "no older brothers allowed" sign on the door.

- sneaks out to go clubbing, Shoshi doesn't drink much but she LOVES to dance

- "describe Lucifers abs to me, do not leave out any details"

- ASmo No! i don't want to die over some glorious abs!

- "excuse you, what would be a better way to die than that??"

- also has a secret language for when Lucifer lectures them, but it involves mostly puppy dog eyes and trying to guilt Lucifer into forgiving them

- has never worked once

Beel

- the most dramatic friendship 180 in the history of the DevilDom

- Shoshi thought he was an anger issues Jock who punches walls and threatens to eat her

- Well cannibal serial killers have stated on record that humans with tattoos don't taste that good so you probably shouldn't eat me

- can't believe that worked

- staying in his room after the kitchen incident and cuddling with him in bed, talking about the loss of their sisters, and how important family was, she realizes he was a soft boi that needed protected

- that night beel became her second demon 😉

- Shoshi loves cooking, so they cook together a lot, helping each other when they're in charge of meals

- Shoshi starts a vegetable and fruit garden outside the house of lamentation, teaching Beel how to grow food, which he takes to very well (after a few casualties of fully eaten tomato plants)

- this significantly helps the fridge situation at HoL, which all are grateful for

- the fridge checks, while occaisionally sexy, mostly actually involve Shoshi jumping at Beel to see if he will catch her (Brooklyn 99 gag style)

- "Beels what's your T-Shirt made of? Cause it feels like husband material"

- "oh, I think it's a demon cotton blend"

- I love you, my sweet Himbo.

Belphie

-Belphi take me to Majolish

-"No, I'm tired."

-Remember that one time you literally killed me

-"okay I'll be there in 5"

-Shoshi is the only one who could possibly out nap Belphie

-Beel/Belphie/ Shoshi cuddle puddles and snack nights.

-rarely hangs out with him alone because he did, in fact, murder her once

-They leave each other super soft pillows without notes or any context and it has turned into a rivalry to find the BEST pillow. Winner gets bragging and napping rights.

BONUS:

Diavolo

- You're my Dad! Boogie woogie woogie

- teaches him all the latest memes and dances

- No fear for this man, which disturbs and upsets pretty much everyone.

- one time Lucifer asked Shoshi to Please Stop asking the Prince of Demons for piggy back rides

- Shoshi told on Lucifer and in fact got MORE piggy back rides.

- They have Lucifer Imitation contests where they just say "Don't Dissapoint Diavolo" back and forth till one of them cracks up.

- Did not anticipate any sexy business with this Goliath Friend, but caught Luci and him smooching one time and one thing lead to another...

- Did not change their friendship at all, the Two Most Immature People In The Entire DevilDom

Solomon

- ::stranger danger siren goes off::

- I don't trust you Wizard boy

- Asmo said you can have a little rights, but you're on thin fucking Ice mister

- oh you got 72 demons? It'd be cooler if they were cats and dogs.

- only teams up with him for kareoke nights and other human themed activities because no one else understands

Things Shoshi has said without context:

"Why does everyone in this house have bigger titties than me"

"Lucifer took his gloves off and I almost passed out"

"I'm from the United States of America in the year of our Lord 2020, you can not scare me"

"It really do be YEET or be YEETED in this house, huh?"

"Mammon if you even look at that cat wrong I will round house kick you into the next century and claim my rightful place as second oldest"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me MC #obey me OC #obey me headcannons

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bruciewayne · 5 years

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a man afront to all men

stevetony, strangers carpool from Boston to Brooklyn. A four-hour drive takes them 2 days because they get distracted. Amongst other things. strangers to lovers, one night stand, bastardised ‘when harry met sally’ au, 1.2k

for ‘road trip’, @iron-man-bingo

“Steve, this is Tony, Tony, Steve, try to New York in one piece, yeah?” Natasha perfunctorily introduces them, as Steve puts his suitcase in the back of Tony’s car. They shake hands.

Natasha never told him that her friend is hot, he has this whole ‘clean-cut’ boy look going on, blond hair, blue eyes and the shoulder-to-waist proportions of a dorito, but the way he tracks his eyes up and down Tony’s body says something else entirely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tony,” he says, holding his hand longer than probably needed before he drops it. Tony will not blush goddamnit.

Natasha looks between them and rolls her eyes, before saying goodbye and going back to Clint.

“I’ll take the first 2 hours, we can take a pit stop, then you do the rest?” Steve offers, leaning against Tony’s car with his arms crossed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Tony almost feels sorry for the straining seems on his shirt.

“Sounds good,” Tony says, tossing him the keys and walking over to the passenger seat. He catches the keys one-handed and grins, swinging open the door and climbing in.

They’re driving from Massachusetts to Brooklyn for Steve and then Tony’s going on to Manhattan, Natasha set them up, both of them are fresh out of college, Tony ready to take over the company, with three PhDs and enough notches on his bedpost to make the thing fall down, and Natasha told him that Steve majored in art.

“So,” Steve starts as they pull out from the curb, “wanna play 20 questions?”

Tony gives him a look, shuffling around to prop his legs up on the dashboard. And if he knew precisely which pose makes his legs look downright R-rated, and if he does it right now then the only people who know that is Tony himself and Steve, if he notices.

“Sure,” Tony says.

The car jerks a little when Steve looks over at him, so Tony’s pretty sure that he noticed.

“Sexuality?” Tony asks, shameless.

Steve laughs and says, just as shameless, “Cute engineers.”

Tony grins and runs a hand through his hair then tucks his arm behind his head. “Oh, really, mine’s cute artists, what a coincidence.”

Steve gave him a dark, heated look, “I’m gonna pull over and suck you off, so if you have any objections, speak now.”

The blood rush from his head to his dick almost makes him dizzy. Steve pulls over into a hard-shoulder - thank god it’s late, Tony can’t handle another public indecency charge.

Steve twists himself, all graceful strength, turns out he’s far more flexible than he looks, and cups the back of Tony’s neck, pulling him into a kiss that’s all rough passion and heat. He breaks away to leave kisses down Tony’s throat that leave him gasping and moaning.

“I want you to know-- fuck--that usually I wait until at least the tenth minute upon meeting,” Tony groans out.

Steve stops what he’s doing, the pressure on his crotch disappears, as do the lips on his neck, “Do you want me to wait another five minutes for your reputation?”

“Fuck no”

Tony’s relatively sure that if he waits another five minutes, he’s going to die of blue balls.

Steve, thankfully, doesn’t wait.

“I am so… doing that… to you,” Tony pants, blearily, eyes closed.

Half his brain has just been sucked straight out of his dick, so forgive him if he’s not entirely there yet. The rest of his brain bluescreens when he actually opens his eyes and sees Steve; his lips are a swollen cherry-red, slick with spit and Tony’s come, his hair is a veritable mess from Tony’s hands and he looks entirely wrecked. If Tony hadn’t just had the most intense blowjob of his life, he would be hard again, just from the sight of him, and the newly acquired information of what that mouth, that tongue can do.

Steve thinks for a minute. “I still have a week left on my student accommodation, wanna go back?”

“What, can’t handle another hour?” Tony teases.

“Tony,” Steve says, looking straight at him with blown-out pupils, “if I drive for longer than five minutes right now, we’re going to crash.”

“Let’s go back,” Tony replies, grinning. He really, really wants his dick in him.

The second they get into Steve’s apartment, Tony’s being shoved against the wall, bracketed by Steve’s arms with his body pressing against his.

“You drive like a madman when you’re horny,” Tony tells Steve, in between kisses.

Steve groans and drops his head into the crook of his neck, “Next time I’ll go half the speed limit and stop at yellow lights.” He flits his fingers under Tony’s shirt, intent clear.

“I was stating a fact,” Tony says, far breathier than he wants to admit, “don’t want you to change.”

When Steve’s hands work their way up Tony’s torso high enough to brush his thumbs over his nipples, all thoughts of Massachusetts Road Safety and Law fly out of his mind.

“Hey, how’s New York?” Natasha asks, over the phone. It’s early morning, the call woke Tony up from a peaceful slumber in Steve’s arms.

“We, uh, never made it out of Boston.”

“Goddamnit, Tony.”

The second time they attempt the drive, the next morning, they get halfway before Tony drags Steve into the restrooms when they stop at a service station and drops to his knees.

“Told you I’d do that,” Tony says grinning, before he’s pulled into a kiss and Steve’s hand is making its way into his pants and he comes just like that.

They manage to finish the drive, mostly, when they get to Brooklyn, all it takes is for Steve to send him a look and he’s following him into a highrise and staying the night.

“We can’t be together.”

“Good morning to you too?”

Steve looks unfairly good for the hour. And confused just makes him look adorable. Which just isn’t fair.

“I live in Manhattan,” Tony barrels on, “you live in Brooklyn, you have things, and I have things.”

“That’s generally how life works, glad you’re catching up,” Steve says, no less confused, but amused. He moves so he’s sitting up, mirroring Tony. They really shouldn’t be having this conversation when he’s shirtless.

Tony lets out a frustrated noise that he didn’t know he could make. “No, just, look, I like you, you’re cute and very very good at sex, those are things I appreciate.”

“Well,” Steve starts, grinning, “Buck always did say I could turn to prostitution if art fell through.”

Tony absolutely does not get jealous over the thought of Steve having sex with other people. He doesn’t. He just thinks that he could treat the guy better than some lonely bugger on the street.

“Long-distance isn’t something I do,” Tony says, focussing on the matter at hand, and not Steve-the-prostitute.

“Okay. Do you do intermittent relationships?” Steve asks, genuinely curious.

“I think that’s the most lawyer way I’ve heard someone describe friends-with-benefits.”

Steve shrugs. The movement draws Tony’s attention to his shoulder muscles, which Tony didn’t even know he had a thing for, until him. “Intermittent relationship sounds better, whenever I’m in Manhattan, you’re in Brooklyn.”

Tony kisses him in agreement. And then some.

Tony ends up in Manhattan two days later than he planned, and he’s greeted by a pile of paperwork, an hour-long reprimand for the missed meetings and a new PA, but he has a new number in his phone and the beginnings of an (intermittent) relationship to make up for it.

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#steve rogers x tony stark #steve x tony #stevetony fic #stevetony #stony fic #stony #iron man bingo #ironmanbingo3000 #my fic #my writing

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sophiaigallo · 4 years

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sophia i. gallo

‹ ARIANA GRANDE, SHE/HER, CISFEMALE, PANSEXUAL. › SOPHIA GALLO is the TWENTY FOUR year old from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. When a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said, ❝ IF I DIE AT LEST IMMA LOOK RICH AS FUCK. ❞ They claim THE CONJURING is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would DIE AFTER THE ROOKIE MISTAKE OF HAVING SEX. Their fears include SUFFOCATION, FACELESS PEOPLE and COMPLETE DARKNESS, and they don’t know we know, but... SHE SAYS SHE JUST "OVER EXAGGERATES" HER STORIES BUT REALLY SHE'S A COMPULSIVE LIAR. Hope they enjoy their stay. ‹ B from ADORE YOU penned by, LARK, 21+, GMT -6. ›

— i’m not just somebody’s daughter :

name : sophia isabelle gallo nicknames : phia, phi ( pronouced fee) age : twenty four birthday : november 4th zodiac : scorpio sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising gender : cisfemale sexuality : pansexual occupation : nail technician positive : passionate, sensual, intense, competitive, dedicated, keeps it at 100, strong personality, perseveres to the end, intelligent, intuitive, logical, emotional, strategic, self-reliant, extreme, calm and steady on the surface, easily reads people, brave, wise, caring, loyal, keeps promises, charismatic, fierce in life and emotions. negative : hides intense and powerful emotions, aggressive, obstinate, intolerant, possessive, manipulative, jealous, resentful, intense self-reflection, hard to give forgiveness, prone to sexual power play. fears : suffocation ; the idea of having a plastic bag wrapped around her face terrifies her. this fear doesn’t come from anything deep meaning but she’s been scared of it since she got yelled at as a child for playing with plastic grocery bags. faceless people ; people without faces and people facing away from her and just standing still really make her uneasy. she got this fear from when she watched the original blair witch movie. complete darkness ; she doesn’t like to be vulnerable and complete darkness makes her mind race of the possibilities and outcomes of her dying by a murderer.

— biography :

sophia grew up in brooklyn. her mother an aggressive alcoholic and a father that enabled her. it wasn’t an obvious thing for sophia at first. she had the ideal childhood even though she was born to teen parents. christmas, birthdays, and other holidays were a very big deal with her family. it wasn’t until she got older did she notice that her family wasn’t picture perfect. it was the small things. her mom forgot to pick her up a gymnastic practice, waking up before her mom, finding bottles hidden underneath bathroom sinks. sophia also questioned where her father was for days at a time and come home with luxurious gifts for sophia. one day he came home with a new iphone for her even though she had just gotten the new upgrade only four months earlier. this lead to sophia lying. she lied to her friends about how her mom was, what her dad’s job was -- she still isn’t sure. sophia started lying about small things, things that didn’t matter. if she had picked up bananas at the store for her mother, how she promised she didn’t get any lunch money to her school, how gymnastic practice was canceled, or that a relative died. this habit started around thirteen.

the one thing sophia didn’t lie about was how good she was at dance and gymnastics. think maddie ziegler. she was well known around her area for being a solo dancer in competitions. when sophia was nearly 17 she tore her acl while dancing. it ruined her desire to be a professional dancer. while in rehab for her acl sophia became functionally addicted to pain pills. she also entered the party scene after her acl surgery and got a fake id at 18 and started attending clubs and bars regularly. she quickly got into a scene that could be very dangerous and her parents were not exactly happy about that -- rather her father wasn’t happy about that. her father expressed his feelings but once again sophia lied and lied and lied more and her father was preoccupied with his drunk wife and them fighting, that sophia’s partying lifestyle went unnoticed. at a party she met a boy named nova gallo. she fell in love instantly. the two were inseparable. they injected themselves into each others lives. where he was, she was and where she was, he was. it was quick and not just movie story quick, but quick. they knew each other for a total of three months before getting married. and now the two are at the manor for their honeymoon.

— personality :

If you were to describe sophia in two words, she would be intense and passionate. she is passionate about everything in life, right from her career to relationship, to hobbies to lovemaking; simply everything. she’s a very intense woman and it shows; take note of sophia’s eyes, as it is her one feature that usually stands out. her eyes are typically unique and hypnotizing. her cool, but, mesmerizing stare often indicates that she is interested in you; and is trying to dissect you. sophia is ambitious, hardworking, and is usually successful in her life. she has great leadership qualities ( hence being the managing nail tech at the salon she works at ) and loves ( and often craves for ) power. passionate, determination, will power, and hard work are the pillars for sophia’s personality.

you’ll have to be a special person to gain her trust in order to be in her “inner circle.” as a friend, sophia is true, supportive, and very trustworthy. she keeps secrets and will not share them even with her partner. sophia is often perceived as being self-centered and cold, but she’s not. on the contrary, she cares a lot about her near and dear ones, ( which causes her realtionship with her parents to be rocky and she currently has them cut off ) and will go out-of-the-way to help and support them if she trusts them. it takes a long time for sophia to truly trust someone. sophia is also generous, fair, and just. she’s is social and will be a sport for adventures with her friends. despite knowing her for a long time, sophia still comes off as a mystery for some because of the wall she puts up but once that wall is down you’ll see the true sophia. although, her friends definitely appreciate her for her amazing personality and zest for life. her husband, nova, is also the luckiest person because he has the most beautiful, devoted, and encouraging wife, who will make him feel like the most desired person on the Earth.

overall, sophia is exotic and magnetic, as deep as the sea, and, depending on her mood, as calm or as tempestuous. she is extraordinarily innate and is keenly interested in the esoteric, or any occult or spiritual experience that offers some kind of deep insight. sophia should never be taken lightly ( it’s offensive to her if she’s not taken seriously ). she isn’t flaky, fluffy, or a helpless creature by any means. sophia is direct and brilliantly sharp, she likes clear endings and beginnings, with no grey areas in between. sophia is intuitive, controlling, and sometimes self-destructive, fearless, and stubborn and even when life gets a little tricky she merely takes it on the chin and keeps going. self-confident, resourceful, and strong, she is driven to succeed; she works hard and is willing to sacrifice anything to get to her goals. sophia is such a complex person who is also secretive, choosing who they divulge their secrets to carefully and if you’re lucky, she’ll tell all to you.

— wanted connections & facts :

someone she can call a friend in the manor. when she isn’t with nova ( her husband ) a person to explore and get into trouble with would be fun.

sophia knows a little bit about the manor and is excited about seeing some spooky stuff. it would be fun for sophia if someone else wants to search for spooky things.

she’s going to be attached at the hip with her new husband. its going to be annoying for some people and it would be interesting if there was someone(s) who just find her absolutely annoying when she’s with her husband but enjoys her when she’s on her own. maybe someone who disapproves of them being together because they feel like sophia’s such a different person outside the marriage.

fact: sophia will be annoyingly clingly to her husband. it’s their honeymoon and they’ve only known each other for three months. her husband is nova ( @ofsurvivals )

fact: sophia is a scorpio and it shows. she’s actually a double scorpio and she’ll ask people their zodiac all the time. yes, she’s one of those.

fact: sophia arrived to the manor late because of flight delays. ( this is mostly just an excuse for my awfully busy life and me being mia, pls forgive me. )

#♡ :･ﾟ— ( about ) .#♡ :･ﾟ— ( musings ) .#☓ :･ﾟ— ( ooc : i'm finally getting this done ) .#manor.talk

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tsc-living · 5 years

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(1) Listen to it on Spotify or on Youtube (2) I would be Tessa Gray (or if I was younger I would be Dru) (3) I agree, I always thought this... but I also understand it. (4) I feel obligated to say London due to my website being run by four British founders and one Australian (myself).

Ash flew down the stairs of the New York Institute. Mainly because he knew it would annoy Jace as it always did when he flew inside, but also because he had been distracted by the text on his phone and had tripped, and to save himself the embarrassment of admitting this to anyone, he had just caught himself with his wings and continued down without touching the stairs. He knew, and hated, that if he didn’t have wings he would probably be as clumsy as Simon Lovelace, and the thought made him cringe. His dad and grandfather had been the epitome of badass and grace, everything a Shadowhunter was supposed to be excluding their evil streak, and Ash himself was much more equipped to be of the Fair Folk. “Stop flying in the Institute!” Jace snapped as Ash touched down on the landing. He grinned over at his uncle, and then passed him at his Aunt Clary who was suppressing her own smile.

“You’re just jealous Jace.” He teased and Jace scowled at him. Behind his back Clary winked and nodded. Ash had worked extremely hard to be accepted by the Shadowhunters of this world, almost as hard as he had tried to be loved and cared about by his aunt. The relationship he had with her was a lot calmer and easier since she had learnt to trust him, and every time they shared a joke, or she showed even a smidgen of familial care for Ash he felt his walls tumble down just a little bit further. He had to admit that the relationship he had with Jace was also more pleasant since he had earned the Herondale’s trust. It was based on mutual respect and boundaries, but recently Jace had put his hand on Ash’s shoulder and told him he was proud of him and Ash thought he might unravel there and then. It was a different relationship than the one he’d had with the Jace of Thule, and he did miss that brotherly bond, but he knew it would find it elsewhere in the realm of his birth and not in the realm of demons and monsters… and his psychopathic father.

“Are you going out tonight?” Clary asked and Ash looked down at the black leather pants he was wearing, the plenty of silver zips catching the witchlight and sparking. He had a plain red V-neck shirt tucked into his back pocket to throw on before he left the Institute, but as he was going into the mundane world, he couldn’t have holes in it for his wings. He also couldn’t wear a glamour because he was going out to the clubs with the specific purpose of being seen.

“I was planning on it.” He confirmed, “Do you need anything?” He added and they both shook their heads. Ash was technically not even a teenager judging by the years gone past in this world since he had been born, but as he had spent most of his life in two different realms where time moved differently, he looked at least eighteen or maybe even twenty. He felt like he had lived a dozen lifetimes, but he also felt no older than sixteen or seventeen. He tried not to dwell on it, it gave him a headache. However it did make getting into some clubs difficult, especially the mundane ones which he preferred to the Downworld ones. The Downworld knew who he was, knew who his father was, and if he thought earning the trust of the Clave had been hard, then Downworld had been impossible. If he hadn’t rescued both the leaders of the New York werewolf pack and the vampire clan, then he probably never would have been accepted. It sometimes felt the warlocks were still out to get him and it was only Magnus’s tight reign as the High Warlock of Brooklyn that kept them off his back. In any case, the mundane clubs were more fun with their mundane drinks and no faerie drugs getting shoved down his throat.

“Where are you going?” Jace asked, knowing Ash’s opinions of the Downworld clubs.

“I heard about one from Jackson yesterday, he said it’s really old, but still kind of fun for a change of scene. He said it was strange and eerie and a lot of the patrons were kind of punks or something, I said I’d check it out because I might be able to let my wings free depending on what everyone else was wearing.” He explained, smiling to himself. It was a lot easier to get attention from beautiful people when he had his wings out. Besides, Jackson was his only friend and as mundane as he was, he was trustworthy and adventurous.

“What is it called?” Clary asked, her voice curious and also mildly surprised.

“Um, Pandemonium I think he said? I just remember where it is.” He said. Clary and Jace both looked at him as if he had slapped them, and then Clary laughed.

“Just be safe okay? Demons and Downworlders frequent Pandemonium sometimes so keep a few weapons on you just in case and don’t get too drunk that you couldn’t fight.” She said. Her words mixed in him appreciation of the freedom he was being given and the trust, but also annoyance that it was not strictly a mundane establishment. He considered changing his plans, but Jackson was already over there waiting and Ash himself was itching to go out.

“I’ll be safe,” he confirmed and flashed a few weapons at them from the pockets of his pants. They nodded in approval, and Ash smiled at them, “See you later!” He called on his way to the elevator. He passed the Consul on his way and Alec smiled at him, but he looked distracted, bustling to Clary and Jace. He heard him say ‘Blackthorns’ and ‘On assignment’ but the elevator closed behind him before he could hear what was actually going on. He didn’t care, he had a night off and he was going to use it.

***

Inside the Pandemonium club was exactly as Jackson had explained, but it wasn’t what Ash had been wanting. However, he could have let his wings out if he had chosen it, with the presence of many alternatively dressed and accessorised mundanes, but the presence of a handful of Fae and a knot of grinding vampires meant that Ash kept them curled into his back and out of sight under his red tee. Jackson was in his absolute element. He was already soaked in sweat as he danced between a boy and a girl on the dance floor, the glazed over look of intoxication on his face. Ash was tipsy himself, but not enough to go and dance all over the place. He was more interested in finding someone who would be willing to spend some time in a darker corner with him and perhaps a few less items of clothes. His eyes roved the crowd of surging bodies and then swung his gaze along the occupants at the bar, and although there were some extremely attractive girls and boys, none of them really took his fancy. So he let his eyes rove along, looking for something, anything, interesting. Which was when he spotted them. His gaze honed in on the three people standing around a table dressed all in black. Three Shadowhunters. He could see their runes, and even some of the concealed weapons they had on their person. It was clear they weren’t hiding who they were from the Downworld occupants, and judging by the fact that quite a few people were sparing them long desiring looks, they weren’t glamoured either. He wasn’t even sure if they were there for fun or if they were on a mission. The blonde boy tilted his head back and downed a shot of something, grinning triumphantly as he slammed the glass down. He then proceeded to try and kiss the black-haired boy who laughed and tilted his face away, but put his hand in the back pocket of his counterpart as if to not be discouraging. It was an unselfconscious movement, they were familiar with each other, content and they almost looked safe just to be beside each other. Ash’s stomach clenched and he wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or desire. Hm, boyfriends clearly. Then who is she? One of their parabatais? Ash mused to himself. The girl was tall, and she had shoulder length dark hair, and she had her back to the table they were standing at, which meant she had her back to Ash. He didn’t mind, he was content admiring her from behind and he was reminded of his original intention of finding a dark corner and he wondered if he should go over, he was a Shadowhunter too after all. The blonde boy was suddenly standing at attention, his eyes narrowed at the entrance to the club. A boy wandered over to them, another Shadowhunter judging by his runes, as if sensing blondie’s alertness. He stood very close to the attractive girl, which irrationally annoyed Ash as he willed her to turn around so he could see her face. She didn’t, but the three boys were all staring hard at the door with their hands on their weapons belts. Ash tore his eyes away from the girl to see what they saw, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, and when he glanced all four Shadowhunters were gone as if they had evaporated into thin air. Ash groaned to himself as the desire to just go home settled over him. When he glanced back to see where Jackson was, he saw his friend with his lips locked with the girl who had been dancing in front of him, and the boy was still grinding and dancing behind him. Jackson never left a club until he had made out with someone, or two, or three, and he wouldn’t leave until he had had his fill, or the person dragged him away. Ash rolled his eyes to the ceiling and wondered, not for the first time, why he couldn’t just make out with Jackson himself sometimes so that the nights ended when he wanted them to instead of having to wait for his friend to be done. To be fair, he had tried that and both had been incredibly disgruntled by the wrongness of it. Oh well, all’s fair in love and war.

***

Luckily for Ash, Jackson was ready to leave not long after, as Ash surpassed tipsy to relatively drunk. The two boys stumbled down to the subway to get to their respective homes, and managed to get onto a train immediately, collapsing onto two seats in the fairly busy carriage. Two stops later and the doors opened to admit a small troupe of people dressed all in black. The Shadowhunters from Pandemonium. The black-haired boy sat down across from Jackson and pulled the exhausted blonde boy onto his lap, the two of them examining what appeared to be an injured arm. The blonde boy had a demon injury, but it didn’t appear to be fatal yet. Ash’s gaze slid across the people to see the other two. The boy, Ash realised, he knew. Jaime Roccio Rosales, the Inquisitor’s little brother. He was standing in front of the girl, his body blocking her face from view, but judging by her defiant posture, she didn’t appreciate him being up in her face. She ducked under his arm after a moment, her hair obscuring her face to Ash’s immense frustration, and she sat down across from Ash, next to her companions. She had her head tilted to peer at the injury, but he watched her shoulders tense as she felt his gaze on him. She slowly moved and looked directly at him. The full force of the look blew him away. He knew her, well he kind of knew her. Well… he had sort of met her once and he had a drawing of her in his room hidden under some books in his wardrobe. She was a lot older now, her hair longer, her cheeks less full. Her eyes were the same intensely beautiful green blue, and her lips were still soft looking even in the ever present defiant and stubborn expression. Just like he had thought then, he wondered if she was a little bit more angel than normal Shadowhunters. She was too beautiful not to be. Judging from the look on her face, it was clear that she recognised him too. He wanted to say something, say her name because he knew it from that time in his quarters in Unseelie. He didn’t, but only because Jaime sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She didn’t look at him, but her lips twitched up in a soft, teasing of a smile at Ash. He knew he was drunk, but her beauty made him feel drunker and he wanted to reach out to her. Again, he didn’t. She was beautiful, and even if she wasn’t more angel than the rest of her companions, Raziel would definitely be happy with this creation of his and was probably extremely amused by the fact that Ash was meant to be with her.

(I hope you like it @shahana21 I love this song so much!!)

#dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #morgenthorn #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #jaime roccio rosales #tsc #tda #twp #tmi #fanfic #rae celebrates 700 #goals #milestone

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lastsonlost · 6 years

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Thanks goes out to @yourownpetardfor bringing this to my attention with his post HERE.

Fifteen years ago, Hollywood’s glittering superstars—among them Meryl Streep— were on their feet cheering for Roman Polanski, the convicted child rapist and fugitive from justice, when he won the 2003 Academy Award for Best Director. But famous sex criminals of the motion picture and television arts have lately fallen out of fashion, as the industry attempts not just to police itself but—where would we be without them?—to instruct all of us on how to lead our lives.

The Golden Globes ceremony had the angry, unofficial theme of “Time’s Up,” which quickly and predictably became unmoored from its original meaning, as excited winners tried to align their entertaining movies and TV shows with the message. By the time Laura Dern—a quiver in her voice—connected the nighttime soap opera Big Little Lies to America’s need to institute “restorative justice,” it seemed we’d set a course for the moon but ended up on Jupiter: close, but still 300 million miles away. And then Oprah Winfrey climbed the stairs to the stage, and I knew she wouldn’t just bat clean-up; she’d bring home the pennant.

Winfrey began speaking to crowds at the age of 3. “Little Miss Winfrey is here to do the recitation,” the preacher would say, and the whole congregation would lean in to listen to the remarkable child. As far as sexual abuse is involved, no one speaks with greater personal authority; the first time she was raped, she was 9. “I knew it was bad,” she said later, “because it hurt so badly.” From the second she started speaking at the Golden Globes, filling the ballroom at the Beverly Hilton with her rich, confident, and sui generis voice, she gave the night what it had so desperately wanted: emotional coherence.

She smoothly accomplished what other speakers had struggled to do: She connected the grotesque but statistically insignificant problem of sexual harassment in Hollywood to the larger fate of women and girls. “It’s not just a story affecting the entertainment industry,” she said; “it’s one that transcends any culture, geography, race, religion, politics, or workplace.” She said that a new day was on the horizon—this was near the end of the speech, by which point she could have marched the crowd right over to The Weinstein Company and torched the place—and that the catalyst for this important change was the number of women willing to “speak their truth.” In that moment, all us watching from home witnessed the revolution become a movement.

Less than a week later, the movement became a racket. A previously obscure website called Babe, which is operated by a group of very young women in Brooklyn, got a hot tip. Through the grapevine, the staff had heard that another young Brooklyn woman had been talking about being sexually violated by the comic Aziz Ansari. They reached out to a woman they called “Grace,” persuaded her to “speak her truth,” albeit anonymously, and rushed the piece into publication: Ansari was given less than six hours to respond to these reputation-destroying allegations. There was no need for the furious pace—this wasn’t a breaking story about a political election or a natural disaster—which seemed to have been motivated by the urgency of the “Time’s Up” motto. Almost immediately the piece became the object of intense cultural interest, with many commentators (including myself) deciding that Ansari had been unfairly treated by the website. Just as many others, particularly young women, said that the account resonated deeply with them, and concluded that Ansari had violated Grace.

Predictably, the piece drove huge traffic to Babe, and visitors who explored the site were exposed to its credo: Babe is created by and for “girls who don’t give a fuck.” Collectively, the articles address what the site suggests are universal conditions of the young female heart, or at least conditions universal to its fans. Unfortunately, many of these shared concerns boil down to an almost exact list of traits which blatantly misogynist websites like Return of Kings have enumerated for years.

The Babe girl is

MANIPULATIVE (“Period-Trapping Is the Only Way to Find Out if You’re in a Relationship or Not”)

INSECURE (“You Should Be Secretly Looking Through Your Partner’s Phone”)

ADDICTED TO DRAMA (“We Pranked Our Exes and Asked Them to Be Our New Year’s Kiss and It Was a Complete Disaster”)

JEALOUS (“You’re Not Paranoid: This Is How to Tell If Someone Else Is Closing In on Your Man”)

OBSESSED WITH TEARING DOWN THE SAME FEMALE SHE’S IDOLIZES & ENVIES (“Amber Rose’s Plastic Surgery Is Absolutely a Feminist Statement” and “Sorry, but Kendall Jenner Can’t Model for Shit”).

The Ansari piece was written by a recent college graduate named Katie Way, who shot into the popular awareness like a rocket blasting away from Cape Canaveral on Sunday night, only to plummet—flaming and disintegrating—by Wednesday. On Monday, she was excited to appear on CBS This Morning to discuss her piece, tweeting, “Catch me on @CBSThisMorning brrright and early tomorrow morning, can’t wait for America to hear my weird low voice.” But her anger toward those who would question her motives and moral rightness was soon piqued by the HLN news analysis show Crime & Justice. The host, Ashleigh Banfield, read an open letter to “Grace” in which she said, “You have chiseled away at a movement that I, along with all of my sisters in the workplace, have been dreaming of for decades.”

The producers reached out to Way, via a direct message on social media, inviting her to come on the show to discuss the essay. At this point, Way abandoned the low voice for the high-pitched screech of the angry teenager. She wrote back that she wouldn’t go on the program, principally because Banfield was too old and unattractive, called her a “burgundy lipstick, bad highlights, second-wave feminist has-been,” and said that “no woman my age would ever watch your network. I will remember this for the rest of my career—I’m 22 and so far, not too shabby!”

I happened to be sitting in a Los Angeles green room waiting to appear on Crime & Justice the night when Banfield read part of this fantastical letter on the air, at which point the entire Katie Way arc of the story seemed to have turned into an unfilmed episode of Girls: the time Hannah wrote a hit-piece on a famous celebrity but only did half the amount of work required, and when confronted about it by a respected journalist she fired off a nasty letter that might have seemed like a great idea in the moment but ended up getting read on national television. Suffice it to say, it seemed that Katie Way—beloved only child, recent graduate of Northwestern’s Medill School of Journalism, nongiver of fucks—had bitten off more than she could chew.

Like many news and information websites created by young women, Babepublishes many stories on sexual assault. But unlike most other such outfits, it also runs stories about the pleasure of rape fantasies. Feminists have fought for years to keep the notion of rape fantasy as far as it could possibly get from actual reports of sexual assault. But those were feminists who gave a fuck. Babegleefully, witlessly runs angry pieces about sexual assault as part of the same cotton-candy pink, swirling galaxy as the ones that describe the pleasures of fantasizing about rape. The site has devoted many pixels to explaining to readers how enjoyable and common these fantasies are.

Babe explains to readers that rape fantasies serve lots of worthy sexual desires: “You want to know you’re wanted”

(“A Clinical Psychologist Revealed Why Women Have Rape Fantasies and It’s Totally Fascinating”)

“What I like about rape fantasies is the loss of control” (“These Women Revealed Why They’re Into Rape Fantasies”)

“It’s all about ‘sexual desirability’” (“There’s a Major Rape Fantasy Sub-Culture Out There That’s Pretty Intense”)

“I hear how rape fantasies can be exciting and fun, even for those who have been raped. It’s not an unhealthy expression of sexuality” (“A Sexologist Explains Why Women Have Rape Fantasies”)

“I beg him to stop while he carries on fucking me harder and harder. I dig my nails into his back with tears in my eyes and whisper that I want to go home” (“Sex IRL: The Grad Student With Graphic Rape Fantasies”).

Many of the pieces on actual sexual assault are filled with the precise, clinical detail that is the hallmark of reporting on the subject, such as the texts between two high school students after a drunken hook-up which the girl said constituted an assault, but which the boy thinks was not: “Wanna clarify that we didn’t fuck last night … I ate you out and fingered you, but that’s it.”

Obviously these two types of story are in conversation with one another. For girls who enjoy rape fantasies, the vividly reported sexual assault reports provide a world of concrete details to feed into them.

Katie Way’s college interests were journalism and creative writing. At Northwestern she wrote skillfully composed short stories in a vein of fiction she admired: magical realism. One of the reasons her Babe story has such an impact on readers—other than its naming of a very famous man—was its literary skill: It’s filled with precise details, and provides an immersive, world-building reading experience. On a “beautiful, warm September night” Ansari and Grace walked together to a romantic dinner spot, “Grand Banks, an Oyster bar onboard a historic wooden schooner on the Hudson River.” Over lobster rolls and a bottle of wine, they chatted about things that mattered to Grace: NYU, photography, and “a new, secret project” that Ansari was working on. They headed back to his apartment located in “an exclusive address on TriBeCa’s Franklin Street, where Taylor Swift has a place too.”

It was a night when a rich, successful, older man was taking a huge amount of interest in a young woman and treating her well: taking her to a fancy dinner, paying the check, listening to her stories. It’s a dream date. And then—as soon as they walk through the door of his apartment—the story turns dark and terrible. The language that Way uses to describe it is not the straight-ahead dispassionate language of crime reporting; it’s the language of pornography: “‘Where do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you right here?’ He rammed his penis against her ass while he said it, pantomiming intercourse.”

The piece, with its dreamy opening, its pornographic passages, and its tone of aggrieved score-keeping over petty slights—HE DID OFFER HER THE KIND OF WINE SHE LIKES—has stirred something in young women.

But the piece is the almost inevitable consequence of a lifestyle promoted on the website, which enjoins young women to fulfill men’s sexual desires and to— literally—behave whorishly. Or, as a wrap-up of Babe’s 2017 service journalismput it: “You now know how to give life-changing blow-jobs, what it’s like to have rape fantasies, what percent hoe you are based on a scientifically accurate quiz, and how to keep your lipstick on even if your mouth is … otherwise occupied.”

Pulsing underneath all of this is the exact emotion which Katie Way lost control of Wednesday night: rage, so overpowering and so poorly understood that it can easily erupt and excoriate the wrong person.

In such swirls of high emotion and with diffuse goals, social entrepreneurship becomes lucrative. This Ansari episode, for example, has been a huge boon to the girls who don’t give a fuck, as they gleefully tell every reporter who asks them about it. As the writer Kerry Flynn wrote in an essay about the website published in Mashable, “For Babe, Grace's story was a big break—good for traffic and for the brand.”

#Katie Way #me too campaign #babe.com

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classicdaisycalico · 6 years

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Thank you X3 Now for the last one! Luigi/Daisy 😎 (Luisy?)

AHHHH YESOTP TIME HERE WE GO

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

WHO HOGS THE DUVET: Idk…probably Luigi? I think he can get kinda cold easily…

WHO TEXTS/RINGS TO CHECK HOW THEIR DAY IS GOING: Daisy, without a doubt. If Luigi is ever having a bad day, she will never hesitate to try and send him a cute message/phone call/text/Snapchat to make his day better!

WHO’S THE MOST CREATIVE WHEN IT COMES TO GIFTS:Luigi, most likely. He’s a really nice guy, and I think he knows just what to do when it comes to gifts because he’s good at reading people.

WHO GETS UP FIRST IN THE MORNING: Daisy, actual ray of sunshine that she is, is up with the birds, always ready to greet the day!

* S K I P AAAAAAAA*

WHO CRIES AT MOVIES: Mostly Luigi lol, although Daisy does shed a tear or two on a regular basis.

WHO GIVES UNPROMPTED MASSAGES: Daisy; again, it’s for whenever Luigi has a bad day.

HOW THEY ARE WHEN THEY’RE SICK: Daisy can get very grumpy, quite unlike her general mannerisms. But Luigi, sweetheart that he is, will spring into action to help her feel better, and not just with the family recipe of the spicy soup, but he’ll try to spruce up the place a little bit to make her feel better. Whenever Luigi is sick, Daisy is about the same way; she’ll drop anything to help Luigi feel better, and that includes a lot of recipes from around Sarasaland that are supposedly really good for various sicknesses.

WHO GETS JEALOUS EASIEST: Neither lol they don’t really have eyes for anyone else. I headcanon that Luigi fell in love with Daisy practically at first sight soooooooo

WHO COLLECTS SOMETHING UNUSUAL: Probably Luigi…don’t know what he would collect, though. Maybe something having to do with all of his ghost adventures?

WHO IS THE TIDIEST AND ORGANIZED: Probably Daisy.

WHO GETS MOST EXCITED ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS: Oh boy, LUIGI. He’s so excited about Christmas. Right after Thanksgiving is when he starts planning decorations and which recipes to prepare when it comes around. Same goes with Thanksgiving food, and I could say the same thing for food for Halloween parties. Costumes, too. Again, like I mentioned with the previous ask about Mario and Peach, Mario and Luigi know how to put on a good party. (Again, there’s an entire spin-off in the Mario-verse that justifies this…)

WHO IS THE BIG SPOON/LITTLE SPOON: They switch lmao

WHO GETS MOST COMPETITIVE WHEN PLAYING GAMES AND/OR SPORTS: Hoo boy, totally Daisy…that’s not even a question my dude

WHO STARTS THE MOST ARGUMENTS: These dudes don’t fight; Luigi doesn’t want to start anything, and Daisy doesn’t want to set Luigi off. They’ll probably get super worried about each other, though, so they will have to talk some stuff through, but no actual fights…

WHAT ARE THEIR NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER: Apart from Mario and a few other close friends, Daisy is the only person Luigi is okay with calling him “Weegee”. With Daisy, Luigi sticks with the really cute Italian nicknames like “cara” or “fior” or “bella”. And even then, he blushes like crazy whenever he calls her either one of those things.

WHO SUGGESTS THAT THEY BUY A PET: Luigi already has Polterpup lol they don’t need to suggest anything

WHAT COUPLE TRADITIONS DO THEY HAVE: Well, since their relationship is fairly long-distance, so they try to Skype once or twice a month. But whenever they’re together in the same place, they always, ALWAYS try to go on a date.

WHAT TV SHOWS THEY WATCH TOGETHER: “Parks and Rec”, “Galavant”, “Brooklyn Nine Nine”, maybe “Glee”? And maybe some cartoons like “Steven Universe” or “Over the Garden Wall”.

ANOTHER COUPLE THEY HANG OUT WITH: Mario and Peach, definitely.

HOW THEY SPEND TIME TOGETHER AS A COUPLE: Well, they’re already super cute when they’re messaging each other long-distance, but when they’re in the same place, they’re pretty much almost always together, and their cuteness is only amplified when they’re with each other. Aside from that, they’ll do competitive stuff like sports together, but they’ll also do other cute stuff like dance together??? (Tango Tanglers, anyone?)

WHO MADE THE FIRST MOVE: If you’ve ever read my fic “See You Again”, you’ll notice that it’s actually Luigi! He’s kinda shy about it, but he manages to get a word in. See, what goes down is that he meets her just outside of Peach’s castle one day and after introducing themselves to each other they kinda just talk and end up walking through town until sunset. When they get back to Peach’s castle and Daisy is just about to walk back in, he asks her if he’ll ever see her again. (She says she hopes so.)

WHO BRINGS FLOWERS HOME: Both of them! Daisy has to have a natural green thumb, so she must be good with arranging flowers and taking care of them. Luigi brings them home because he knows Daisy will enjoy them. (He mostly brings back…well, daisies.)

WHO IS THE BEST COOK: Absolutely, positively Luigi. As I mentioned in the previous ask, Mario and Luigi are no fools when it comes to food because their parents taught them how to cook at an early age. With that much experience under their belts, they’ve learned to become really good cooks.

WHO SNORES: Luigi lol

FINALLY I’M FREE!!!!! Thanks for all your asks! I’m sorry that they all took forever to get answered but I had a lot of fun with them! :)

#ask me things #kaotickanine #luigi #princess daisy #my fave #Luigi and Daisy #my mario series otp

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Are You Gonna Stay the Night? (Sashea) || By Meg

What’s up you guys?! I know I haven’t written anything in a while. During season Nine, much like everyone else in the fandom, I became completely addicted to everything about Sasha and Shea. I respect both of them as artists and I respect their personal relationships, but I also love this one. So, please enjoy my little ode to these two beautiful creatures. Mwah!

It felt like Sasha couldn’t stop running.

She didn’t know why.

She wasn’t running from a monster that loomed over her like in nightmare. She wasn’t running from anything physical, she was running away from every thought she had ever had that was just continuing to swirl around in her head. She’d been trying to stop running and take a breath for nineteen freaking years. Every day of her life had been more fast-paced than the last.

She couldn’t stop running.

She didn’t know why.

And she couldn’t stop.

The only thing that had calmed her down was her cello. That beautiful, sleek instrument that she began to play only because of her doting mother. Her mother had always been a source of anxiety in her young life, Sasha always had to be the smartest, the prettiest and the most desired girl on the block. Wesley avenue was most certainly competitive, considering her best friend Alexis Michelle who lived next door graduated early to go off into New York City to attend Juilliard and act on Broadway. Sasha herself was Juilliard bound, it turns out, that massive instrument gave Sasha’s life meaning. Her talent was recognized when she was young, her teacher at the time noticed that she was picking up pieces like they were pieces of candy.

Sure, Sasha was good at Cello. People loved her and her beautiful wooden instrument, as well as the sounds that came out of it. But, Sasha wasn’t sure if she really loved herself.

Once she hit the scene of New York, she knew she had to finally stop and breathe.

There were too many people around for her to worry about crashing into anyway.

The little Starbucks that sat about a block away from Sasha’s dorm room, little did she know, would be the place that everything changed. After making her bed and beginning to personalize her room (with her Andy Warhol posters, for example,) and coming to the conclusion to live out of her suitcase for the first few days, she made her way to buy herself a coffee. It had been a long night. Although it wasn’t a long drive from Brooklyn, she had spent most of the night lying awake, anxious about what was yet to come.

“Grande black coffee for Sasha?”

Sasha snapped out of her sleepy trance before making her way to pick up the plastic cup that would hopefully wake her up. Nothing else seemed to. Not a run, not a Redbull and especially not her alarm clock.

“Damn girl, you look exhausted.”

Sasha didn’t register the other girl’s speech for a few moments before pushing her blonde hair aside and looking over her black-framed glasses. She was blunt in her speech, as she wasn’t really in the mood to deal with human interaction. “Thanks.”

“Sorry, I- I couldn’t help but notice. Are you Juilliard student too?” The brunette seemed rather anxious, and way too damn friendly for seven thirty in the freaking morning. Sasha couldn’t deny that the woman standing in front of her looked absolutely incredible, even in track pants and a sweatshirt with the name of a school on it

Sasha nodded, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, actually, I’m a cello player. What about yourself?”

“Ah, a cellist.” Shea nodded, winking playfully. “Thats sexy.”

Sasha blushed a bright pink. “So you find an over exhausted, hurried nineteen year old girl sexy?”

“Oh darling,” Shea purred, resting a hand on her shoulder. “it’s not every day that an over exhausted, hurried nineteen year old girl can actually pull off being over-exhausted and hurried.”

Bestill, her beating heart. “You’re so kind.” She smiled weakly. “I’m Sasha.”

“I’m Shea.”

Shea would soon become Sasha’s new favorite name. That name would roll off of her tongue like a caramel. She would be unable to hear anything else in her head but the repetition of ‘Shea. Shea. Shea.’

Shea often spent time laying on Sasha’s bed, panicking about her vocal performance curriculum. Shea had the voice of an angel, Sasha had learned, but she was so insecure about it due to the competition she had.

After knowing her for four months, this new day wasn’t much different. Shea was flopped on Sasha’s bright blue comforter, practically smothering herself with Sasha’s pillow.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” Shea groaned, trying to make an effort to hide her face that was seemingly flushed with embarrassment. “I’m not good enough for this place at all.”

Sasha shook her head frantically. “No, no, no! That’s not true at all. You’ve worked so hard to get here.. Please don’t stop now.”

“Easy for you to say.” The brunette pouted, peering over the left side of the pillow. “Your professors love you.”

That wasn’t just anxious Shea talking. That was very true. Sasha’s professors had been going completely and utterly gaga for the small blonde. They called her “a talent,” and “a genius.” Shea had always been jealous of her friend, she wanted her professors to feel the same way about her. Instead, they acted like she wasn’t there. In fact, nobody was there for her. Nobody was there for her besides Sasha.

“I-I-” Sasha finally began to speak after the brief pause. “I think you’re incredibly talented, Shea. You really do not give yourself a lot of credit at all, and it hurts to see such a beautiful soul fall down such an incredible pit of insecurity..”

Shea sighed, shutting her eyes for a second to take a deep breath. She loved Sasha. She loved her more than words could possibly say. Sasha had quickly become her best friend, and she had even begun to question if they could be something more.

Something more.

She was terrified, she had to run from this.

All her life, she hadn’t stopped running.

But one look in Sasha’s eyes that were magnified by her glasses, and she could feel her feet stop pounding on the pavement.

Sasha’s eyes made everything okay.

“I’m sorry for snapping, Sash. It’s just.. I don’t know. I feel like I never know anything anymore.” Shea didn’t know how to put her feelings into words normally, but she certainly did know one thing. Shea loved Sasha. She loved the way her frizzy blonde hair grazed her cheeks, the way her smile made her feel like she could do absolutely anything. She found herself tumbling deeper into her infatuation every time she listened to Sasha’s horsehair bow graze the strings of her cello. Those sparks that she had felt the first day had evolved into the brightest and wild of flames.

Sasha could tell that Shea was deep in thought, so she slowly moved down to lay beside her friend with that smile Shea loved so much. “Aw babe.. Just breathe, okay? I know you’re under a lot of stress. I’m going out tonight with a friend, but I bet our RA would be fine if you stayed here.” “Thank you, angel. Thank you.” Shea nodded, kissing Sasha’s forehead. “I would have been a long time ago if it hadn’t been for you.”

Sasha shook her head, adjusting her glasses. “That’s a lie. You would have flourished here. But you decided to hang out with the artsy loner on a daily basis.”

Shea’s lips displayed a weak smile. She certainly wanted to do more with Sasha than just hang out with her. She wanted to love her. She wanted to to make her feel like she was the only woman in the entire world. She wanted to feel a love unlike anything else, with her. Sasha wasn’t just an ordinary blonde. She had more depth to her than any of the girls she knew back at her high school in Chicago.

Please, Sasha. She thought. Don’t give me the material to write yet another sad love song.

Hours later, when Alexis Michelle came to pick up her friend, Shea could feel her heart stop beating.

Shea Coulee was absolutely no match for Alexis Michelle. Where Shea was tall and lean with a Naomi Campbell body, Alexis Michelle had all of the curves to make Kim Kardashian jealous. Alexis Michelle was girly, clothed in a pair of navy pants, a frilly blouse and a jean jacket, while Shea’s wardrobe consisted of flannels and concert t-shirts.

The way that Sasha looked at this girl wasn’t helping Shea’s confidence either.

“Hey..” Sasha smiled, looking absolutely breathless.

“Hey.” Alexis replied, wrapping her arms around the other girl’s waist.

She’s touching my girl, Shea thought.

“I’ll be back later, Shea.” Sasha waved as the pair of them exited the room.

Sure, or she’ll keep you to herself, and you’ll wake up in her bedroom.

As she heard the door click shut, Shea burst into tears. She would never be good enough for Sasha. Not in a million years. She would never deserve the love that she knew Sasha had in her heart, she never had as her friend, and she most certainly wouldn’t as a lover.

Meanwhile, Sasha knew something was wrong, and the entire night, she couldn’t stop wondering if Shea was alright. This infuriated Alexis. As they existed the restaurant, she stopped walking, looking at Sasha with a raised eyebrow.

“Sash, why don’t we go back to my place?” She asked, pulling her close and nuzzling her nose against Sasha’s own. “Just like old times.”

Ah, that phrase again. Just like old times. Old times consisted of closeted Alexis calling Sasha up to fool around during their Sophomore and Junior years of high school. Of course, ever so often she would meet some boy that would fawn all over her gorgeous physique, and she would be gone.

Sasha had always been her safety, her gay best friend.

She used to like being used, she used to enjoy that Alexis always came back to her, but now, a freshman in college, she just felt abused. She just wanted to be loved.

“I-I-” She muttered, her eyes falling to her shoes. Alexis’ face fell. Sasha didn’t want her anymore. She didn’t have the blonde wrapped around her finger the way she used to. Her quick fix now belonged to someone else.

“You find a hookup buddy better than me, huh?” She asked. “Remember what you told me, nobody can rock that body like I do.”

It was true, Sasha had said that, although, she wanted to push that person who felt that way out of her mind. Alexis didn’t care about her mentally, she was just attracted to the fact that she was a girl, who, well, liked girls and would willingly submit to anything she said. So, she stayed silent. Her silence was only met by more disapproval from Alexis.

“It’s that Shea girl, isn’t it?”

Sasha sighed. She was so used to Alexis’ bitching by now, she just didn’t say anything. Nothing would change her mind, it was always Sasha who was in the wrong. Alexis never admitted the fact that Sasha meant absolutely nothing to her romantically. She didn’t want to think that she had been toying with her closest friend’s heart for this long.

“It is. It totally is. I bet you two were sucking face before I got to your dorm room!”

“That’s it!” She growled, looking the taller of the pair dead in the eye. “I’m so done with this concept that you’re allowed to see other people, but when I have another friend who’s a girl, you suddenly feel threatened? I’m just a toy to you, Alexis. Just another goddamn toy you love to play with, just like every other human being with a pulse in New York City. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I won’t be going back to your place, I will be going back to my dorm where Shea is waiting for me.”

Alexis stood there, shocked. Not in her twenty years had anyone mistreated her like this. Okay, it wasn’t mistreatment. Nobody had taken the time to pick her apart. Not until Sasha. “Fine.” She huffed, tugging on the hem of her blouse. Someone saw through her facade. Someone was finally beginning to realize that she wasn’t perfect. “Go. Run off to your little bitch.”

That’s when Sasha stopped in her tracks. Who did this girl think she was? God? Turning around, she found her hand connecting with Alexis’ face in a rough slap. “I have never slapped anyone in my damn life, Alexis, and I never thought i’d ever start. But you, you deserve it. You are a god awful human being. Absolutely horrible. I no longer what to ‘go back to your place.’ That would have excited the me of three years ago, but i’m different now. I’ve outgrown your childish games of seduction.”

And with that, she turned away and walked away from Alexis, forever.

As the cab drove throughout the city that stayed so true to its name, “the city that never sleeps,” Sasha couldn’t help but think about what Alexis had said. She had always thought Shea was beautiful, both inside and out. She had always felt a little bit jealous when other women surrounded her. She was desired, it was very clear, with that chocolate skin and her deep eyes, she was every artistic lesbian’s dream. And unlike Alexis, she actually saw people as- well- people. You don’t play with people. All this time, Sasha had been so blinded by the idea that Alexis could have possibly grown up that she hadn’t seen what was right in front of her.

She was in love with Shea Coulee.

She practically tossed herself out of the cab as it pulled up to her dorm, sprinting past the front desk and up the stairs, praying that Shea would still be there, fast asleep by now. Shea always went to bed early. But, as she opened the door, she found Shea collecting her things she had brought with her.

“Shea? Wha-” she began to ask before she was cut off.

“I can’t do this.” Shea cried, Sasha could tell she had been crying. “I can’t stand to watch you run off with that other girl every night, when I’ve been standing right here since the first day we met with my arms wi-”

Then, Sasha knew what she had to do. Running to the other girl, she practically crashed into her to connect their lips, wrapping her arms around Shea’s waist to close any possible space between them.

Sasha hadn’t seen this many fireworks in her entire life.

As Shea pulled away for a moment, she was grinning like an idiot. “I- Uh…” She giggled weakly, wanting to ask what brought on that sudden burst of confidence, but Sasha beat her to it.

“I-I shouldn’t have done that.” She stammered. “I’m sorry, I bet you have a girlfriend, I bet you don’t even like me- I-”

“Are you deaf?” Shea laughed, pulling her closer to experience yet another one of those electrifying kisses. But this time, there were no other words. Just movement. It was like a waltz, their hearts beating in time with one another.

1, 2, 3…. 1,2, 3..

Shea began to toy with the hem along Sasha’s large white t-shirt.

1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3….

Sasha turned up the heat by tugging on the collar of Sasha’s flannel, trying her hardest to assert her usual dominance. As she did so, Shea could feel her heart pound faster.

123, 123, 123….

“Shirt off. Now.” Sasha growled, her entire body practically shivering because of the adrenaline. There was nothing like a fiery Coulee woman to drive her wild. It wasn’t long before the fabric was gently fluttering to the floor and Once again, Sasha was breathless.

God, she was beautiful.

123123123123…

Shea didn’t want this to stop. As seconds flew by, she was aching for more. Seconds when her fingertips didn’t brush against Sasha’s skin felt like small pockets of eternity.

She had always wanted to give Sasha the undying love that she deserved. Perhaps this night was just what it was, a single night. But, she wanted it to be forever.

Sasha did too.

#sashea #sasha velour #shea coulee #alexis michelle #tw slight smut #love #meg #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au

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owknox · 4 years

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➨ BASICS

FULL NAME: Owen Knox.

AGE: Forty-one.

BIRTHDAY: August 5th.

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo.

GENDER: Male.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.

RELIGION: Athiest.

➨ APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: Tom Hardy.

EYE COLOR(S): Blue-green.

HAIR COLOR(S): Brown.

BODY BUILD: Muscular w/ a bodybuilder type of physique.

HEIGHT: 5′9″.

WEIGHT: 210lb.

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: Front, Back.

ADDICTIONS: While it’s not to be considered an addiction in his eyes as he has control over himself and his habits, he does drink an excessive amount though he does make it a habit to never drink in front of or near his kid.

➨ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York.

LIVING CONDITIONS GROWING UP: As far as he’s concerned four walls and a roof over your head make’s for a pretty decent living situation but by most people’s standards, it was shit. Knox’s father was hardly around and when he was, the man tended to be both mentally and physically abusive to his only child. Mother left when he was just a baby, so it was just the two of them in a shitty apartment trying to survive.

LIVING CONDITIONS NOW: Good. Really good. Four walls and a roof makes for decent living but Knox doesn’t want his kid to live decently. While he’s unable to afford a mansion like the kid probably deserves, he does try to give his kid what he can. With a room for himself, his ‘baby mother’, his kid, and his weights, despite not caring all too about comfort and the likes, Knox makes an effort for his kid. He keeps the place as tidy as he can, keeps the fridge stocked with more than just beer, and he made sure that the backyard is big enough not only to house the giant ass toy jeep he got for the kid but also has more than enough space for a play area and eventually a pool down the line.

PREVIOUS OCCUPATION(S): US Marine but was dishonorably discharged.

CURRENT OCCUPATION(S): Owner of The Torch and Enforcer for Hell’s Angels (?)

➨ RELATIONSHIPS

BIRTH ORDER: Only child

SIBLINGS: Only Child.

FATHER: Logan Knox (deceased)

MOTHER: ??? (deceased - didn’t know her.)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Reese Sawyer (Ex-Girlfriend and ‘baby momma’)

CHILDREN: Grayson Knox/4 years old (Technically, the kid isn’t his and he knows damn well that the kid isn’t his but he takes care of him regardless cause as far as he’s concerned that’s his son. Blood don’t matter.)

PET(S): Black Great Dane named Ares that’s strictly his but he’s considering getting another for the kid.

➨ PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: ambitious, confident, observant, stoic, adaptable.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive, brutal, arrogant, compulsive, unpredictable.

LIKES: food, working out, making his money, his 'family’, and keep things honest, he likes hurting people - sue him, it’s fun.

DISLIKES: Just about everything else tbh.

QUIRKS: Yeeting people off buildings?

FEARS: something happening to the people he cares about.

SECRETS: not really. he’s an open book.

➨ BULLET POINTS

Shitty childhood. Father was pissed cause his wife walked out on him and left him to care for his kid alone and in return, father decided that being an absolute dick to his kid was justified and that because the kid was left behind too, kid’s obviously at fault for wife deciding to leave. While it never made sense in Owen’s head, it made sense to his father. As a result of his father’s bullying, Owen learned to take his anger out on others and was constantly at odds with those in charge. When HS came around and he was finally expelled for his bad behavior in his final year, rather than move on and get his GED, knowing he was in shape and he wasn’t bout to try living under his father’s roof any longer, he applied for the marines instead.

Excelling at being a marine but lacking the enthusiasm expected of him for serving his country, it didn’t take long for his fellow marines who happened to be ‘go team america’ to get pissed at him and resent him for his lackadaisical attitude toward everything. While Knox worked hard specifically cause it was expected of him, they worked hard to honor their country and for some of them, serving was an honor in itself. Content to ignore them, Knox continued to do so up to the day they took things too far. Some years after he had joined and been shipped out numerous times, it was one night on leave that his fellow comrades in arms found themselves feeling brave. Approaching him while he was out at a bar minding his own business, they chose to pick a fight with him. While Knox was easily able to handle his own, as a result of his actions, one of the men who happened to fight with him managed to scramble his brains on the edge of a table after catching a hard hook to the face. Accident though it may have been, given his inebriated state, his lack of ability to work with others, and the fact that he showed little remorse over what happened, the powers that be decided to crack down on him when the sentencing came.

Placed behind bars for a couple years, and then tossed away with a dishonorable discharge upon release Knox with nowhere to go returned home. With his father gone, no work experience, and a dishonorable discharge to his name finding ‘honorable’ work was hard. Needing money and having little or no options presented before him, Knox decided that honest work wasn’t for him and instead went to his father’s ‘motorcycle club’ looking for help. Joining up with them, he found work in helping them do their dirty work. For years he worked with ‘em and even went as far as to consider them his found family till the wife of their club leader decided to act out of turn. In a jealous fit, she decided to hurt the girl Knox happened to be sleeping around with. Loyal even to thots, Knox snapped back at her. Between killing the man the woman had sent to hurt his girl, to stabbing the woman in her stomach and carving his initial there too, and even going as far to beat the shit out of her husband aka his club leader in a packed supermarket – Knox thinking he was handling things properly burnt every bridge he had out of loyalty. When there were no more bridges left and his girl happened to escape while she could, Knox alone figured it was best he dip instead of finishing that fight.

Finding a new home in Port Charles it was there that he met Reese. Starting up a ‘relationship’ with the woman, what was originally supposed to be a purely sexual thing happened to turn into more. Coming to care for the woman, despite her breaking things off with him in order to stay loyal to her original boy, Knox ever-loyal still made himself there for her. So there for her that when she came to him sometime later explaining that she was pregnant and the father happened to be a complete fucking asshole she could never trust around herself and her future kid, that Knox with hesitation agreed to help out. Making the man disappear in a way only he could, knowing the dude had connections that would likely try to get back at Reese or attempt to take the kid out of retaliation for something or another, Knox told her she was free to put the child under his name instead.

Quick to see the kid as his own despite knowing damn well that he wasn’t, despite being told that he in no way had to pretend or even involve himself in the kid’s life in any matter, Knox still did so regardless of it all. The kid wasn’t his by blood, but he had his name and that was more than enough for Knox to step into a fatherly role for him. Keeping by his son’s side, he had every intention of staying there for the rest of his life if not for his past coming back to bite him in his ass. Though he’d been ready to put everything behind him and leave it there, other’s who’d been wronged by him weren’t so keen on that idea. After a drive-by that could have ended very badly for himself and for his boy, Knox knew sticking around with a target on his back wasn’t an option. With a promise to come back, he dipped off back home. It was there that he handled things like he should have before he left. Though it took him some time to get it done, Knox managed to put bullets in both his former club leaders back and his little wife too before squashing what was left of the beef he had with the rest of the club. With the two main antagonists gone, both sides saw little reason to keep things going as they were.

Safe and more importantly sound at long last, Knox returned for his kid. Buying a place big enough for his child and leaving it up to Reese to move in with him or not, Knox worked on trying to lead an honest life. However, once again, he was met with the same problem he’d found himself with years back. How the fuck did honest people make money? Especially since he’d used the last of what he had in order to buy his place. Once again left with no other choice, he turned back to an MC. Coming to the Hells Angels and joining up, he worked with them and eventually saved up enough to buy the Torch.

➨ RECENT EVENTS

Recruited various workers from the casino to report to him when big wigs come through. When they come in, they report to Owen and Owen tell’s ‘em to suggest the Torch as a place to visit. When they eventually come and visit, he scopes them out and decides how he wants to handle them. Sometimes he outrights robs them, sometimes he uses the strippers at his place to entrap and blackmail them and then sometimes when the mood strikes or Elijah happens to be in one of his moods, they rob ‘em and kill ‘em. Either way, he’s making a literal killing so far on using the casino and his connections there. (Elijah knows about this but idk if the big boss does. )

Casino workers also willing to work with the club to point out various people with debts to be recruited and used for various tasks and just in general. They also report to Owen. (Has yet to inform Elijah or the big boss bout this. It’s on his to-do list tho.)

Monroe (?) came into his home and threatened to take his kid away from him because of all the shady shit Knox and Reese tend to do in the name of the club. Knox not about to have his kid taken from him by anyone shot her for her bullshit.

#portabout

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pinupgalore-lanadelrey · 7 years

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Lana’s Artistic Tribe

“I wanted to be part of a high-class scene of musicians. It was half-inspired because I didn’t have many friends, and I was hoping that I would meet people and fall in love and start a community around me, the way they used to do in the ‘60s.”

”What I actually wanted was something quiet and simple: a writer’s community and respect.” She talks about that frequently: craving a peaceful life in an artistic community, away from the glare of a media that “always puts an adjective in front of my name, and never a good one.”

2014 - “Personally I use two parameters. First, find a musical community to belong with. Second, know that the community respects me and my job. Unfortunately I have to say that musically I didn’t find my “tribe” yet, find somebody to love and share a sense of comradeship. Maybe it’s a romantic inspiration but I think about Bob Dylan when in the 60s he arrived in the Greenwich Village and he found his group of folk music. I’ve tried that too when nine years ago I arrived in Brooklyn.. but I have to please me of a different version, more simple. I hoped to find people that want to base their life on art.”

“I was in more of a sardonic mood,” she says of writing Money Power Glory. “Like, if all that I was actually going to be allowed to have by the media was money, loads of money, then fuck it … What I actually wanted was something quiet and simple: a writer’s community and respect.” She talks about that frequently: craving a peaceful life in an artistic community, away from the glare of a media that “always puts an adjective in front of my name, and never a good one.”

“I still didn’t find that community of people I was looking for, like the way Bob Dylan found his friends, or the respect of being a writer.”

“I still feel insecure musically because I’m still looking for my tribe. When I came here to Brooklyn 9 years ago I had this romantic aspiration to find an artistic community where I could fit in. It’s the relationship I have with other artists that make me a true musicians, not the amount of albums I sell.”

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Paris Match: Have you finally found the community of artists you’ve always dreamed of being a part of?

Lana Del Rey: Yes. And when I go on tour, after four months on the road, they’re like me. They want to pick up where we left off. My friends who don’t do music, they’re lives have moved on.

“I’ve build a fantastic circle of friends in L.A, who all share this passion. Father John Misty and his wife Emma Tillman belong to those friends. Or Miles Kane and Alex Turner, the two boys from The Last Shadow Puppets. We’re some sort of small folk-community. We spread this Laurel-Canyon-vibe I like a lot.”

“Stevie [Nicks is a friend of my producer Rick Nowels. She’s so great, I’d call her a friend by now. Stevie’s been doing music for 50 years now, she’s been around in the 70s, she’s seen everything. One could be jealous. The Eagles, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - this whole sound of that time, I love it to death. Since I ive in L.A., I’ve been looking for other artists - other people - who feel the same.” “I really wanted that camaraderie. I actually didn’t even find that until a couple of years ago, I would say. I’ve been with my band for six years and they’re great, but I wished I had people – I fantasized about Laurel Canyon.”

“So, since I toured with you, I got kind of obsessed and went down this Lana rabbit hole and became -- not like I’m wearing a flower crown, Lana, don’t get ideas -- but I absolutely love it.” - Courtney Love “That’s amazing because, maybe it’s slightly well documented, but I love everything you do, everything you have done – I couldn’t believe that you came on the tour with me.” - Lana

Speaking of creatures coming from another planet, you recently collaborated with Alex Turner and Miles Kane of the Last Shadow Puppets…

(She bursts into laughter and claps her hands) “They are truly hilarious, two madmen. They do not live far away from me, in Los Angeles. I’ve begun to train two evenings a week in the studio of Miles, in the neighborhood of Los Feliz, to play with no goals with the Last Shadow Puppets. Then we go eat dinner together with their girlfriends in ‘La Poubelle’

What a squad! I can’t count the amount of times I’ve ended up on the ground because I was laughing so hard. They are capable of speaking to one another by singing, with improvised lyrics. For example, one evening, I’ve told Miles about the concert of Joan Baez which I attended. He has never heard about her. Alex made up a song on the spot “Miles doesn’t know who Joan Baez is” (she screams)… None is ever safe of their twisted humor. When I first met them, I did have the impression that I met musicians who only live for the music, whose only thoughts are about music. Singing with them is truly invigorating, there is no need to repeat anything, they always find a continuation.” [translated from French]

��I feel like we’ve always been talking to each other through our music,” he said. “She is the girl in my music, and I am the guy in her music.” “I’ve known Lana for like almost four years now. She’s a really, really good friend of mine." - Abel “Our chemistry’s right. Abel was one of the first to post the clip for ‘Video Games’ in 2011. I’ve contacted him and we became friends.” - Lana

“I had four tracks that I wanted to play for [A$AP] Rocky so I played them for Hector [Delgado] first, who is not his only producer but he’s one of his main producers, and he thought that of all of them Rocky would like ‘Groupie Love’ and then played it for Rocky and Rocky loved it so he came down and he did a verse and then said he wanted to do it differently so he did a different verse and we changed the production a little bit. He’s got to be one of my top two favorite rappers in the whole world, he’s just really smart and I have so much fun watching him work, sometimes if I have a track and I play it for him he can put something down right away and it’s always so different.”

#lana del rey #quote #compilation #friends #a$ap rocky #father john misty #courtney love #the weeknd

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brooklynislandgirl · 7 years

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RULES. repost, don’t reblog TAGGED. @lokitheliesmith TAGGING. @multi-mused, @theregoesthebellhop, @jerseysass, @vamptrampbamf, @tattoosandmusclecars, @morgansmornings @lilxlionxman, @ronmanmob , @pcttydabblcr, @tenderest-contender {Pretty much anyone who wants to, just tag me back!}

BASICS.

{Mostly Main-verse}

FULL NAME. Elikapeka Ailine Riley {anglicized: Elizabeth Irene Riley} NICKNAME. Beth, Saint Beth, Princess, Piccola {by Z only}, Konachino, Papapa Kele {Jelly Bean}, Lilo, Turtle Baby/Turtle Girl/Turtle Princess, Constable Visits the Unbeliever With Explanatory Pamphlets BIRTHDAY. 28 June ETHNIC GROUP. Pacific Islander NATIONALITY. Hawaiian {American} LANGUAGE. English {questionable}, Hawaiian, Pidgin, Latin, Japanese, some Russian, some {modern} Greek, Hebrew, French, Irish Gaelic, some German SEXUAL ORIENTATION. demi-sexual, hetero-romantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS. married Zarek CLASS. Upper Middle Class/lower high class HOME TOWN / AREA. Honolulu Oahu {Hawaii} CURRENT HOME. Apartment in Brooklyn {New York City} PROFESSION. Nurse, Bartender, {SHIELD STRIKE team}

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Coffee-Brown EYES. Green {hazel} NOSE. small, straight FACE. Round, leaning toward oval shaped, soft features, chiseled, almost square jaw LIPS. Full, soft, almost perfectly cupid-bow shaped COMPLEXION. Tawny/olive BLEMISHES. a tiny smattering of near invisible freckles on her nose and chin SCARS. very deep, puckered scar on right leg {from a shark bite} TATTOOS. turtle bearing the Hawaiian islands and a hibiscus flower on back left hip, {verse dependent; 3 others} PIERCINGS. Three studs on inner curve of right hip, multiple in each ear BUILD. petite, slim, athletic ALLERGIES. Bees, Penicillin, Latex and Velvet USUAL HAIR STYLE. mid shoulder, intricate voodoo required to get it to be straight and sleek but on it’s own, tends to be unnaturally wavy. USUAL CLOTHING. Her wardrobe looks like a second-hand store exploded. Work clothes consists of various brightly coloured/patterned scrubs or suits, personal wardrobe tends to lean toward long flowing skirts and tops that at best can be described as ‘boho’ or ‘hippie’.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. Darkness. Flying. Peanut-Butter. ASPIRATION. To live as gently as she can, to leave everything a little better than she found it. POSITIVE TRAITS. Warm, Friendly, Generous, Open. Forgiving. Gentle. NEGATIVE TRAITS. Naive, Too Trusting, Lack of Verbal Communication. Occasionally childish. Possessive, jealous. Cares too much. Too nice {to the point of spinelessness}. VICE HABIT. Pours everything she has into everyone else, leaving little to nothing for herself. Occasionally smokes {John Verses}, occasionally drinks. FAITH. Was devoutly Roman Catholic until she met Zarek. Now, she’s not so sure. GHOSTS? She absolutely believes in the restless Dead and other spirits, and frequently converses/consults them. AFTERLIFE? Yes, she believes in an afterlife. REINCARNATION? Like seasons, everyone eventually returns to the great cosmic Wheel and what is gone must return someday. ALIENS? They are people too. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Libertarian ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. Rothbardian Austrian Economics SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. Anarcho-socialism EDUCATION LEVEL. University Educated. Master of Life magick, Adept of Forces, Entropy and Spirit magick.

FAMILY.

FATHER. Rear Admiral Brian Charles Riley. {not on speaking terms}, Harvey Specter {hanai-father} MOTHER. Iwalani Haukea Riley-Stern {Not on speaking terms}, Donna Paulsen {hanai-mother} SIBLINGS. Andrew Michael Riley {Deceased}, Martin Victors {hanai-brother}, Sam Wilson {hanai-brother}, Jayden Morgan {hanai-Sister}, Emily Spencer {hanai-sister} EXTENDED FAMILY. Sin {hanai-jerk}, she won’t speak of the rest. Except Haephestus {Hanai-Uncle} NAME MEANING. Elizabeth: Oath of God Irene: Peace. Named after her Irish grandmothers, her name means “The Oath of God is Peace” Her mother wanted to name her: Alohaekaunei {love alighting here} Kalea {filled with joy}

HISTORICAL CONNECTION. {insert a little turtle laugh here}

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. “The Princess Bride” by William Goldman, “Night Watch”, “Reaper Man”, “Maskerade” by Terry Pratchett, “Just So Stories” by Rudyard Kipling, “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer Bradley, “Stardust”, “The Graveyard Book”, “Anansi Boys” Neil Gaiman MOVIES. The Princess Bride, Tombstone, Beauty and the Beast {Disney}, Lilo and Stitch {don’t judge}, The Untouchables MUSIC. A little bit of everything DEITY. Zarek HOLIDAY. Halloween, Yule MONTH. October SEASON. Autumn PLACE. Ka Wela Bay, North Shore, Oahu WEATHER. Rain and fog, cool and crisp SOUND. The very specific way he says her name, the hushed breath of the ocean kissing shore endlessly. Rain on the roof-top, the cries of a loon SCENT. His. Coffee. Wood-smoke, sea-spray. The woods/grass after a rain. Leather. TASTE. The Salt on his skin, sweet fresh coconut, chai spices, the taste of whiskey in someone else’s mouth. FEEL. Lives for skin to skin contact ANIMAL. Sharks, panthers, large dogs, wolves, dragons. NUMBER. 2, 23, 64 COLOR. Purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS. Surfing, Finding Trouble, Magick BAD AT. Cooking, lying, relationships, most things. TURN ONS. Hand wrapped securely around her throat, deep growls pitched low at her ear. Biting. The rake of nails down her back, the bruises of his hands painting her skin. The way he shoves her against the wall, how he can move her as he pleases. Dancing cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh. Physically fighting with him. TURN OFFS. Unnecessary cruelty, being told she’s ‘like all the others’. HOBBIES. Surfing, knitting, gardening, reading, old movies, karaoke TROPES. A little Earth Mother, A little Granola Girl. A Little Sea Witch. A little Ingenue. Beth could fit in a ridiculous number of tropes but never quite fully. AESTHETICS. A following sea. Perfectly waxed board. Tiny hands covered in blood and earth. The Tree of Life half dark and half light. Herbs and Tarot Cards. Sea shells. Green growing things.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC. Kristin Kreuk ALT FC. None {maybe Phoebe Tonkins....?} OLDER FC. None YOUNGER FC. Aubrey Anderson-Emmons VOICE CLAIM. Kristin Kreuk {speaking} Kate Rusby {singing}

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About Magnus and his friendly relationships (Ragnor, Catarina, Tessa, Will, Raphael, Woolsey)

When I wrote the first meta “About Magnus and Camille’s relationship” I didn’t think someone would ever read it. Yet a lot of people did and they even put nice comments on their tags. THANK you. It means A LOT.

So, encouraged by the lovely response, I wrote this second chapter. This is about Magnus’s friends, how he built and nurtured his relationship with Ragnor Fell, Catarina Loss, Theresa “Tessa” Gray, William “Will” Herondale, Raphael Santiago and Woolsey Scott.

Magnus lost many people during his long life as a warlock. The majority of the characters in the book may think that Magnus is a happy and fun person, who tries to live his immortal life at full. However, that is only a mask, an appearance: the parties, the fancy clothes, the jokes are a way to hide what is really inside him, something that only few characters in the books and the show actually know.

Magnus’s vulnerability will be another, separated meta though. This one is about his social life. Magnus himself thinks he’s a loner: he doesn’t have a family, he doesn’t have many friends and his trust is carefully given. Very few people actually knows that about him: being the High Warlock of Brooklyn is a busy job and his private life is a mystery. Not many people care enough to know that.

Nonetheless, he IS a loner: throughout all his years his social life involved his lovers and some friends. His lovers, however, were kind of separated from his warlock and private life. Only later, Alec and all the main characters of the “Mortal Instruments” two trilogies become a fixed part of his existence. Before that, he only had two people who were ALWAYS there for him: Ragnor and Catarina. Later, he met Tessa (who still remains his friend) and Will. Furthermore, during the 1950s Raphael comes into his life; however their relationship is unusual, and very different from the one he established with Ragnor and Catarina. One could argue that Woolsey Scott can be considered as his friend, but that relationship seems more fleeting and created by the circumstance of “The Infernal Devices”.

Quotes and gifs from:

“City of Bones” (first book of “The Mortal Instruments”) “City of Heavenly Fire” (sixth book of "The Mortal Instruments”) “The Clockword Prince” (second book of "The Infernal Devices” trilogy) “The Clockword Princess” (third book of "The Infernal Devices” trilogy) “The Bane Chronicles” Shadowhunters TV Show - Season 1, Episode 12 “Malec” Shadowhunters TV Show - Season 2, Episode 4 “Day of Wrath”

1. Ragnor and Catarina

Both Ragnor and Catarina are warlocks, like Magnus. Their warlock marks are green skin, an extra finger and horns for Ragnor, and blue skin and white hair for Catarina. Their age is not revealed: Ragnor mentions his “five hundred years” during the first story in the “Bane Chronicles” (“What Really Happened in Peru”) in 1797. We don’t know much about how Magnus, Ragnor and Catarina met in the first place. We only know, thanks to the “Bane Chronicles”, that Magnus meets Catarina in Spain and saves her from being burned as a witch. In general, Ragnor and Catarina have been Magnus’s friends for a very long time. When he talks about both of them, the readers assume they are very familiar with each other, since they share several anecdotes and recognize each other’s specific and particular behaviours. How, one could wonder, did they become acquainted?

First, they are all three warlocks. Their shared condition of immortality is one common trait that brings them together and creats this bond. They understand each other: their warlock problems (immortality, the importance of emotions, their different experience of family) are the same. Ragnor and Catarina are the only two fixed people in Magnus’s life: no matter what happens, they are always there for him. It is rare, however, that he goes to them for frivolous requests of aid. Magnus calls them:

1. if he wants to spend time with them (hence the travels to Peru in the “Bane Chronicles” first in 1797 only with Ragnor, then in 1885 with both, when he wants to have an entertaining vacation with his best friends).

The next time Magnus was back in Peru, he was on a job with his friends Catarina Loss and Ragnor Fell. This proved Catarina had, besides magic, supernatural powers of persuasion, because Ragnor had sworn that he would never set foot in Peru again and certainly never in Magnus’s company. […] When [Nayaraq] was gone, Catarina let her own glamour fall away to reveal blue skin and white hair that dazzled in the dying sunlight. “Now that that’s settled, I have something to propose. I have been jealous for years about all the adventures you two had in Peru. What do you say to continuing on here for a while?” “Absolutely!” said Magnus. Ragnor scowled. “Absolutely not.” “Don’t worry, Ragnor,” Magnus said carelessly. “I am fairly certain nobody who remembers the pirate misunderstanding is still alive. And the monkeys definitely aren’t still after me. Besides, you know what this means.” “I do not want to do this, and I will not enjoy it,” Ragnor said. “I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.” “I am so glad we are all agreed,” said Catarina. “We are going to be a dread triumvirate,” Magnus informed Catarina and Ragnor with delight. “That means thrice the adventure.” Later they heard that they were wanted criminals for desecrating a temple, but nevertheless, that was not the reason, nor the time, that Magnus was banned from Peru

The Bane Chronicles Story 1: What Really Happened in Peru

2. If he wants to talk about something personal. He asks advice to both Ragnor and Catarina about what present to buy for Alec’s birthday, although both conversations don’t go that well (they both hang their phones up without actually helping poor Magnus).

“I’m glad you asked. Here’s the thing,” said Magnus. “It’s Alec’s birthday today. He’s eighteen. And I’d like to get him a present, because the celebration of one’s birth is a traditional time for the giving of gifts, and it indicates your affection for them. But—and at this point I’d like to say that I wish you had returned my call sooner—I don’t really have any idea what to get him, and I would appreciate some advice. The thing is, he doesn’t really seem to care about material goods, including clothes, which I don’t understand, though I find it strangely charming. He is impossible to buy for. The only new things I ever see him with are weapons, and nunchakus are not a romantic gift. Also, I wondered if you thought that getting a present at all might make me seem too keen and chase him off. I’ve been seeing him for only a little while, and his parents don’t even know he likes boys, let alone likes degenerate warlocks, and so I want to be subtle. Maybe getting a gift at all would be a mistake. It’s possible that he will think I am being too intense. And as you know, Catarina, I am not intense. I am laissez-faire. I am a jaded sophisticate. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about me or think the present means more than it should. Maybe just a token gift. What do you think?” Magnus took a deep breath. That had come out a little less cool, calm, well-reasoned, and sophisticated than he had been hoping for. “Magnus,” said Catarina, “I have lives to save." Then she hung up on him.

The Bane Chronicles Story 8: What to Buy to the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything (And Who You’re Not Officially Dating Anyway)

“I just remembered that I have some very important business to attend to,” said Ragnor. “No,” said Magnus. “Wait. Don’t do this. I trusted you!” “I’m sorry, Magnus, but you’re breaking up.” “Maybe a cashmere sweater? What do you think about a sweater?” “Oops, tunnel,” said Ragnor, and a dial tone echoed in Magnus’s ear. Magnus did not know why all of his immortal friends had to be so callous and horrible.

The Bane Chronicles Story 8: What to Buy to the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything (And Who You’re Not Officially Dating Anyway)

3. If he needs help with something utterly intimate. Magnus asks Catarina to erase his memories about Camille being a drug addicted and what immortality could do to someone (read the first meta to know more).

4. If he needs help for something very important, like in the “Mortal Instruments” trilogies with Valentine and Sebastian, the Circle in the “Bane Chronicles” and Madzie in the TV show.

5. If he’s worried about them. He waits for Catarina at the end of her work shift to protect her from the members of the Circle in 1989, who have been actively killing Downworlders with every excuse and nonsense possible.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” “I came here to see you home.” “You don’t need to do that,” she said with a sigh. “I’m fine.” “It’s not safe. And you’re exhausted.” Catarina was listing slightly to one side. Magnus grabbed her hand. She was so tired that Magnus saw her glamour fade for a moment, saw a wash of blue on the hand he was holding. “I’m fine,” she said again, but without much heart. “Yes,” Magnus said. “Obviously. You know, if you don’t start taking care of yourself, you’ll force me to come to your house and make my magically disgusting tuna soup until you feel better.” Catarina laughed. “Anything but the tuna soup.” [...] “I can’t believe the Nephilim are causing trouble now, of all times,” she said, rubbing her face with one hand. “Nephilim kids, no less. How is this even happening?” This was the reason Magnus had waited by the clinic to walk Catarina home. It wasn’t because the neighborhood was bad—the neighborhood wasn’t bad. He’d waited for Catarina because it was no longer completely safe for Downworlders to be alone.

The Bane Chronicles Story 9: The Last Stand of the New York Institute

Ragnor is on vacation in Peru, so Magnus knows he’s safe.

“What if something happens?” she asked. “What if they come?” “I can get Ragnor to help me.” “Ragnor’s in Peru,” said Catarina. “He says he finds it very peaceful without your accursed presence, and that’s a direct quote.” Ragnor was wily enough that Magnus did not worry about him too much. He would never let his guard down anywhere that he did not feel completely safe

The Bane Chronicles Story 9: The Last Stand of the New York Institute

With the exception of Tessa (who, however, will be part of his life only later), Ragnor and Catarina are Magnus’s only friends (I’m not talking about lovers, nor family) who knows everything about him. The relationship is mutual: he knows everything about them too. They both know the peculiar and eccentric Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, as well as the real Magnus Bane: the one hidden in his heart, “under all that glitter”, the one who cares about (all) people and wants to help them because it’s the right thing to do; the one who wants to love and be loved; the one who feels lonely and sad when his lovers and friends (like Will) die; the one who’s sometimes scared of not feeling anything anymore, and of losing his mind if his warlock heart stops caring. They know all of Magnus Bane and that means he trusts them completely. He (and the readers too) knows Ragnor and Catarina will never betray him: the thought never occurs to him, nor to the audience. They are his true friends.

About Ragnor

Even though we could argue they are his best friends, Ragnor and Catarina have very different roles in Magnus’s life.

Ragnor is his best friend. He’s not a brother, like Jace and Alec are; he’s almost what Simon is to Clary: the funny, trustworthy best friend. Their relationship is based on mutual respect and fondness, of course, but their conversations are always funny and full of inside jokes. They constantly tease each other.

“I thought it would be nice to start in the capital. Besides, I’ve been here before,” Magnus said. “About fifty years ago. I had a lovely time, aside from the earthquake that almost swallowed the city.” “Did you have something to do with that earthquake?” “Ragnor,” Magnus reproached his friend. “You cannot blame me for every little natural disaster that happens!” “You didn’t answer the question,” Ragnor said, and sighed. “I am relying on you to be . . . more reliable and less like you than you usually are,” he warned as they walked. “I don’t speak the language.” “So you don’t speak Spanish?” Magnus asked. “Or you don’t speak Quechua? Or is it that you don’t speak Aymara?" […] “I don’t speak any of the things that you just said,” Ragnor told him. “Although, I must speak Prattling Fool, since I can understand you.” “That is hurtful and unnecessary,” Magnus observed. “But of course, you can trust me completely.” “Just don’t leave me here without guidance. You have to swear, Bane.” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “I give you my word of honor!” “I will find you,” Ragnor told him. “I will find whatever chest of absurd clothes you have. And I will bring a llama into the place where you sleep and make sure that it urinates on everything you possess.” “There is no need to get nasty about this,” Magnus said.

The Bane Chronicles Story 1: What Really Happened in Peru

They know they can make fun of each other’s peculiarities and personal aspects, since they are very familiar with one another. They are both aware their jokes are not evil nor made to hurt. Their relationship is a happy one. In they show Ragnor helps Magnus fight for his growing love for Alec.

Shadowhunters Season 1 - Episode 12 “Malec”

This is confirmed also by the beautiful friendship established between Ragnor and Raphael, who meet through Magnus. They become friends: they phone each other once in a month to catch up and their favourite topic is gossiping about Magnus’s life. In fact, when Magnus phones Ragnor to ask for advices for Alec’s birthday present, Ragnor knows everything about his new relationship with Alec, even though Magnus never told him anything. Why? Because Raphael met Magnus and Alec during one of their dates (at Taki’s) and they even interacted. After returning home, the first thing that Raphael does is talking to Ragnor about what just happened and they spend time gossiping about Magnus and his choices, making jokes with a fondness only best friends and people who are intimately familiar with someone can do.

“Ragnor, thank goodness,” he said. “What is it?” asked Ragnor. “Is it Valentine? I’m in London, and Tessa’s in the Amazon and there’s no way to contact her. All right. Let me wrap this up fast. You call Catarina, and I will be with you in—” “Ah,” said Magnus. “There’s no need for that. Though thank you for your immediate leaping to my rescue, my sweet emerald prince.” There was a pause. Then Ragnor said, in a much less intent and much more grumpy voice, “Why are you bothering me, then?” “Well, I’d like some advice,” said Magnus. “So I turned to you, as one of my oldest and dearest friends, as a fellow warlock and a trusted comrade, as the former High Warlock of London in whom I have implicit confidence.” “Flattery from you makes me nervous,” said Ragnor. “It means you want something. Doubtless something awful. I am not becoming a pirate with you again, Magnus. I don’t care how much you pay me.” “I wasn’t going to suggest it. My question for you is of a more . . . personal nature. Don’t hang up. Catarina was already extremely unsympathetic.” There was a long silence. [...] “Wait,” said Ragnor, and he started to snigger. “Is this about your Nephilim boyfriend?” “Our relationship is as yet undefined,” said Magnus with dignity. Then he clutched the phone and hissed, “And how do you know private details about my personal life with Alexander?” “Ooooh, Alexander,” Ragnor said in a singsong voice. “I know all about it. Raphael called and told me.” “Raphael Santiago,” said Magnus, thinking darkly of the current leader of the New York vampire clan, “has a black ungrateful heart, and one day he will be punished for this treachery.” “Raphael calls me every month,” said Ragnor. “Raphael knows that it is important to preserve good relations and maintain regular communication between the different Downworlder factions. I might add, Raphael always remembers important occasions in my life.” “I forgot your birthday one time sixty years ago!” said Magnus. “You need to let that go.” “It was fifty-eight years ago, for the record. And Raphael knows we need to maintain a united front against the Nephilim and not, for instance, sneak around with their underage sons,” Ragnor continued. “Alec is eighteen!” “Whatever,” said Ragnor. “Raphael would never date a Shadowhunter.” “Of course, why would he, when you two are in loooove?” Magnus asked. “‘Oooh, Raphael is always so professional.’ ‘Oooh, Raphael brought up the most interesting points in that meeting you forgot to attend.’ ‘Oooh, Raphael and I are planning a June wedding.’ Besides, Raphael would never date a Shadowhunter because Raphael has a policy of never doing anything that is awesome.”

The Bane Chronicles Story 8: What to Buy to the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything (And Who You’re Not Officially Dating Anyway)

About Catarina

If Ragnor is Magnus’s best friend, Catarina can be considered as his elder sister. She doesn’t seem like a “best friend” because of the way she behaves towards him: she protects him and listens to him respectfully (well, with the exception of that one time for Alec’s present, lol). However, because of her age and her advices (she never scolds him, nor makes fun of him), she seems like an elder sister, always present, always ready to help. Their relationship is family-like. Magnus has a sense of devotion for her.

As soon as Alec had left, Magnus had called Catarina, sworn her to secrecy, and then told her all about it. “Did you agree to go out with him because you think the Lightwoods are jerks and you want to show them you can corrupt their baby boy?” asked Catarina. Magnus balanced his feet on Chairman Meow. “I do think the Lightwoods are jerks,” he admitted. “And that does sound like something I’d do. Damn it.” “No, it doesn’t really,” said Catarina. “You’re sarcastic twelve hours a day, but you’re almost never spiteful. You have a good heart under all the glitter.” Catarina was the one with the good heart. Magnus knew exactly whose son he was, and where he came from.

The Bane Chronicles Story 10: The Course of True Love (And First Dates)

Of course, Catarina’s personality shapes her behavior: she’s a nurse, always in contact with people who suffer (both mundane and of the Shadow world). She cares. And even more, she cares about Magnus, whose suffering may be hidden from plain sight, but not from trained eyes. She knows Magnus’s sadness deeply and she understand it with a carefulness and respect that a sister might have. She loves him deeply and she hates when he’s hurt. Still, when she notices he’s behaving oddly, she scolds him affectionately. When Magnus decides to refrain from getting back with Alec because he’s afraid of losing him and of making Alec suffer by dying first (if Magnus gets hurt during any war), Catarina notices his despair. She understands his love for Alec is too strong and important to be wasted like that so she tries to make him see, to make him ponder about what’s happening, and gives him some good advice.

“To what end?” Magnus shrugged. “I am not the center of whatever whirlwind is coming.” “But you’re afraid Alec will be,” said Catarina. “And you want to push him away before you lose him.” […] “I thought you were done helping Shadowhunters,” said Catarina, and then she held up a hand before he could say anything. “Never mind. I’ve heard you say that sort of thing enough times to know you never really mean it.” “That’s the thing,” Magnus said. “I’ve looked into it, but I haven’t found anything. Whoever Sebastian’s allies are, he’s left no tracks of their alliance behind. I keep feeling like I’m about to discover something, and then I find myself grasping at air. I don’t think I can help them, Catarina. I don’t know if anyone can.” Magnus looked away from her suddenly pitying expression, across the bar. Bat was leaning against the counter, playing with his phone—the light from the screen cast shadows across his face. Shadows that Magnus saw on every mortal face—every human, every Shadowhunter, every creature doomed to die. “Mortals die,” said Catarina. “You have always known that, and yet you’ve loved them before.” “Not,” Magnus said, “like this.” Catarina inhaled in surprise. “Oh,” she said. “Oh . . .” She picked up her drink. “Magnus,” she said tenderly. “You are impossibly stupid.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Am I?” “If that’s the way you feel, you should be with him,” she said. “Think of Tessa. Did you learn nothing from her? About what loves are worth the pain of losing them?”

City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 5: Measure of Revenge

To conclude by comparing Ragnor and Catarina, Magnus was very upset about Ragnor’s death. It’s a pity all the situation surrounding his death was not showed in the book, but only told by Magnus to the other characters and to the readers. The show did an extremely good job on recovering that; still, we kind of understand Ragnor’s importance in Magnus’s life only after he dies. Magnus lost someone very important and the audience understand this in bits and pieces (the scene where Ragnor appears as a ghost, giffed right above; the “Bane Chronicles” and “Infernal Devices” references).

Shadowhunters Season 1 - Episode 12 “Malec”

Having said that, I think Catarina’s possible death (she’s still alive in the books and the show, mind you) could even have a deeper impact on Magnus’s life and create a more hurtful scar in his heart. Catarina is his dear and caring friend. Losing he would mean having a hole in his soul; two holes, since Ragnor is gone.

2. Tessa (Theresa Gray, protagonist of the “Infernal Devices”)

Although I mentioned Raphael before, I want to focus on Tessa first (and Will), mainly because she’s a warlock too. This is one of the two main reasons why Magnus starts having a friendly relationship with her. They meet in the first book of the “Infernal Devices” (“Clockwork Angel”), and they start to have a formal relationship through Will. Nonetheless, Tessa grows to respect and almost admire Magnus, for his precise and distinctive way of thinking: for her, he is the symbol of self-esteem and confidence. He knows his nature of warlock so well, while she struggles to understand her origins and (at first) her powers. The second reason (for their relationship) is Will. Will is in love with Tessa (and they will marry at the end of the third book, “Clockwork Princess”); he seeks Magnus’s help to undo his curse, and to be free to love Tessa (read the “About Will” that will follow to know more). During the “Infernal Devices” trilogy, Tessa is not aware of Magnus’s private details: to her, he’s a powerful warlock. They do not establish a real and deep relationship throughout the books: their encounters are fleeting and based on exchange of information, discussions about Will or finding help against Mortmain (the antagonist). The change in their relationship comes later, in 1937, when Will, after many years and a full and lovely life, dies of old age. Tessa’s heart shatters and she flees from her family. She seeks the only person she knows who could understand: Magnus Bane. I think their relationship starts from that point: Magnus, like he always chooses to do, decides to help her go through the sadness and despair of losing someone so important.

In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and painting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine. “The first one is always the hardest,” he said. “The first?” “The first one you love who dies,” he said. “It gets easier, after.”

Clockwork Princess Epilogue

He comforts her and explains how to endure such a pain, because, being older than her, he’s used to it by now. In the years after, it is mentioned that they both meet regularly, even after they decide to leave Europe and go back to New York. In the “Bane Chronicles”, in 1993, Jocelyn takes Clary to Magnus to erase her memory of the Shadow world. When she enters Magnus’s home, she finds him with Tessa: they were watching together a video of “Pride and Prejudice” and having fun (9th story, “The Last Stand of the New York Institute”). The past is the center of their relationship: Tessa reminds him of a very important period of his life, both bitter and sweet. During the events of the “Infernal Devices”, he meets Will; he establishes for the first time a good relationship with Shadowhunters; he manages to help Henry Branwell creating portals by joining his magic with Henry’s science; he was in love with Camille at first and then he breaks up with her, putting an end to one of his most important relationships. There is a lot going on and what he experienced in London had a strong impact on his life, changing him.

“I forgive you, but I can’t be with you. I can’t. It doesn’t work. I’m going to live forever, or at least until someone finally kills me, and you’re not, and it’s too much for you to take on—” “Don’t tell me what’s too much for me,” said Alec with deadly flatness. Magnus so rarely looked surprised that the expression seemed almost foreign on his face. “It’s too much for most people,” he said. “Most mortals. And not easy on us, either. Watching someone you love age and die. I knew a girl, once, immortal like me—” “And she was with someone mortal?” said Alec. “What happened?” “He died,” Magnus said. There was a finality to the way he said it that spoke of a deeper grief than words could paint. His cat’s eyes shone in the dark.

City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 2: Stand or Fall

The immortal girl is clearly Tessa, and although it is mentioned in the “Bane Chronicles” that after many, many years, when they speak about Will it is not with despair anymore but with affection, that episode still lingers in his mind. He saw what happened to her when Will died. He’s more aware of what true love is thanks to Tessa, Will and Jem; he understands that he wasn’t living his life at full at that point thus he decides to change that. When he sees Tessa during the present time (“Mortal Instruments” trilogies), he’s happy to catch up with her but she’s the embodiment of what he went through, what he lost, what he learned, what he gained.

“You look worried,” said Catarina, placing her hand on his shoulder companionably. “What is it? I saw you kissing that Shadowhunter boy of yours earlier, so it can’t be that.” Magnus shook his head. “No. Everything with Alec is fine.” “I saw you speaking to Tessa, too,” Catarina said, craning her neck to look. “Strange to have her here. Is that what’s bothering you? Past and future colliding; it must feel a bit strange.” “Maybe,” Magnus said, though he didn’t think it was that. “Old ghosts, the shadows of might-have-beens. Though I always liked Tessa and her boys.”

City of Heavenly Fire Epilogue: The Beauty of a Thousand Star

Seeing Tessa and remembering the past makes him understand what he did and he’s doing wrong during the “City of Heavenly Fire” in his relationship with Alec: he’s not living his life at full, like Will did and would do in a similar situation. So he finally follows Catarina’s advice and solve things with Alec once and for all.

3. About Will (William Herondale, protagonist of the “Infernal Device”)

I talked a bit about Will’s role in Magnus’s life in the first meta: Will is one of the reasons why Magnus decides to break up with Camille. First, Magnus is NOT in love with Will. Woolsey Scott, werewolf and founder of the Preator Lupus, asks him that.

“Are you in love with him?” Woolsey asked—all curiosity, no jealousy. Magnus wondered what it was like to have a heart like that, or rather to have no heart at all. “No,” Magnus said. “I have wondered that, but no. It is something else. I feel that I owe him. I have heard it said that when you save a life, you are responsible for that life. I feel I am responsible for that boy. If he never finds happiness, I will feel I have failed him. If he cannot have that girl he loves, I will feel I have failed him. If I cannot keep his parabatai by him, I will feel I failed him.”

Clockwork Princess Chapter 5: A Heart Divided

Why is Magnus so fond of Will, then? Because he reminds him of himself. Will is broken. He left his family to become a Shadowhunter after his older sister died because of a demon, who cursed him: anyone who loves him is destined to die. Will decides to become a Shadowhunter to be stronger and, one day, to find the demon who cursed him. In the meanwhile he pushes everyone away and creates for himself a mask, as well as walls around his heart (does it ring a bell?). His true nature is hidden under the snarky comments and dangerous behavior. After five (almost six) years living like this, Will is every day more tired and sad. When he meets Tessa and falls in love with her, he’s desperate. He asks Magnus to help him find the demon who cursed him to finally be free to be himself again. Magnus resists at first but Will is life: even if he’s broken, he FEELS strongly and fights for his life. Magnus admires this: he wants to be like that too, not to be broken by his immortal condition and desperation. He wants to feel again, at full, to be in love and to be loved. To be happy.

“Do you—not like him?” Tessa asked; it was an odd question, perhaps, but there was something in the way Magnus looked at Will, spoke to Will, that she could not put her finger on. To her surprise, Magnus took the question seriously. “I do like him,” he said, “though rather despite myself. I thought him a pretty bit of poison to start with, but I have come around. There is a soul under all that bravado. And he is really alive, one of the most alive people I have ever met. When he feels something, it is as bright and sharp as lightning.” “We all feel,” Tessa said, thoroughly surprised. Will, feeling more strongly than everyone else? Madder than everyone else, perhaps. “Not like that,” said Magnus. “Trust me, I have lived a long time, and I do know.” His look was not without sympathy. “And you will find that feelings fade too, the longer you live. The oldest warlock I ever met had been alive nearly a thousand years and told me he could no longer even remember what love felt like, or hatred, either. I asked him why he did not end his life, and he said he still felt one thing, and that was fear—fear of what lies after death. ‘The undiscover’d country from whose bourne no traveller returns.’”

Clockwork Prince Chapter 12: Masquerade

If Will, the broken one, can fix his life and be happy, then Magnus, who is like Will, can too.

“Do you think there’s a chance for him?” “A chance for who?” “Will Herondale. To be happy.” Woolsey sighed gustily and put down his glass. “Is there a chance for you to be happy if he isn’t?” Magnus said nothing.

Clockwork Princess Chapter 5: A Heart Divided

This is why Magnus always helps Will and he’s always there for him:

1. Will reminds Magnus of himself: the sadness of his condition; the fact that he’s difficult to love (TV Show reference here *winks*); both hide their true nature under a mask; very few know them (Jem and Tessa; Ragnor and Catarina); they have a strong urge to feel, to be alive; 2. Will is the symbol of hope: his happiness means that Magnus too, one day, can be happy; 3. I said this already and I will repeat it: Magnus is a sweetheart. He’s a nice and gentle soul so if someone good needs his help, he will be there for them, even if at first he tries to put his High Warlock façade by asking favours or saying that he won’t help for free; 4. Will shows him a Shadowhunter family that is worthy of their name and institution. The London Institute, consisting of Charlotte Fairchild and Henry Branwell, Will, Jem, Tessa, the Lightwood brothers (Gideon and Grabriel) and Sophie, treats him with respect. That is a first time for him.

“Why are you being so kind to me? I owe you a favor still, don’t I? I remember that, you know, though you have never called it in.” “Haven’t I?” Magnus said, and then smiled at him. “Will, you treat me as a human being, a person like yourself; rare is the Shadowhunter who treats a warlock like that. I am not so heartless that I would call in a favor from a brokenhearted boy. One who I think, by the way, will be a very good man someday.”

Clockwork Princess Chapter 10: Like Water Upon Sand

Magnus realizes that people can change, they can be good, they can respect him and love him too. Because in the end, even if it is never clearly stated in the books, Will loves Magnus too. At first it’s just about respect: Magnus is powerful and wise. Will never treats him differently for being a Downworlder (it was never a problem for him to grow old while Tessa remained young) and when he understands Magnus is good, he sks for his help. Magnus is the first one to know about Will’s curse: he never told anyone. This proves that Will trusts Magnus with his secrets, with his love, with his life. Magnus knows he loves Tessa before anyone else does and he never pushes Will nor he interferes. He writes to Tessa only once, asking her to seek Will because he was worried about him. Without Magnus, Will would have never fixed his life. It is important to notice that Magnus leaves London as soon as Will manages to live his life at full, by being with Tessa and having his Shadowhunter family back. Furthermore, he stays in Europe through all Will’s life and he decides to go back to New York only after Will’s death, and, more importantly, with Tessa. It seems they both wanted to try to start anew and forget the past, the sadness of such a loss.

4. Raphael Santiago

Magnus has only two noticeable relationship with others non-warlock Downworlders (again, who were not his lovers): Raphael and Woolsey Scott. The role of the first in Magnus’s life is absolutely more important than the latter (who will have his own section after Raphael’s). If Ragnor is the best friend, Catrina is the elder sister, and Tessa is a friend, Raphael is like a nephew, or even a son, to Magnus. I say this for mainly two reasons.

First, Raphael’s young age. He’s 15 when he’s turned in 1953. At that point, Magnus is much older and wiser and he knows how to help Raphael. Nonetheless, when Ragnor sees them together, he’s scandalized:

“Who is at the door?” Raphael’s imperious voice drifted from the bathroom, and the rest of Raphael came with it, dressed in a towel but looking just as critical as ever. “I told you that you have to start keeping regular business hours, Bane.” Ragnor squinted over at Raphael. Raphael looked balefully back at Ragnor. There was a certain tension in the air. “Oh, Magnus,” said Ragnor, and he covered his eyes with one large green hand. “Oh no, no.” “What?” said Magnus, puzzled. Ragnor abruptly lowered his hand. “No, you’re right, of course. I’m being silly. He’s a vampire. He only looks fourteen. How old are you? I bet you’re older than either of us, ha-ha.” Raphael looked at Ragnor as if he were mad. Magnus found it quite refreshing to have someone else looked at that way for a change. “I’d be sixteen by now,” he said slowly. “Oh, Magnus!” Ragnor wailed. “That’s disgusting! How could you? Have you lost your mind?” “What?” Magnus asked again. “We agreed eighteen was the cutoff age,” said Ragnor. “You, I, and Catarina made a vow.” “A v— Oh, wait. You think I’m dating Raphael?” Magnus asked. “Raphael? That’s ridiculous. That’s—” “That’s the most revolting idea I’ve ever heard.” Raphael’s voice rang out to the ceiling. Probably people in the street could hear him. “That’s a little strong,” said Magnus. “And, frankly, hurtful.” “And if I did wish to indulge in unnatural pursuits—and let me be clear, I certainly do not,” Raphael continued scornfully, “as if I would choose him. Him! He dresses like a maniac, acts like a fool, and makes worse jokes than the man people throw rotten eggs at outside the Dew Drop every Saturday.” Ragnor began to laugh. “Better men than you have begged for a chance to win all this,” Magnus muttered. “They have fought duels in my honor. One man fought a duel for my honor, but that was a little embarrassing since it is long gone.” “Do you know he spends hours in the bathroom sometimes?” Raphael announced mercilessly. “He wastes actual magic on his hair. On his hair!” “I love this kid,” said Ragnor.

The Bane Chronicles Story 6: Saving Raphael Santiago

Second, the whole situation sees Magnus being a sort of a guide. He is involved into what’s happening to Raphael after his mother begs him to save her boy. Magnus, being a sweetheart, decides to give his help and find Raphael, who, however, has been already turned into a vampire. They boy is extremely upset so Magnus decides to go even further: he teaches Raphael how to be a Downworlder, to live again through his new condition, to balance his undead life and his religious believes, to have a relationship with his family. Magnus literally saves Raphael and that is something that both will never forget. Magnus will always remember the broken boy who managed to rebuild his shattered life. Raphael will always remember Magnus as someone who saved his life by teaching him how to begin anew, and live through what happened to him. This is clearly established both in the 6th book of the “Mortal Instruments” (“City of Heavenly Fire”) and in the TV Show. In the first one, when they’re imprisoned in Edom (the demons’ dimension), Raphael refuses to kill Magnus for the main reason I already mentioned:

“You remember,” he said in a low voice, so low he doubted Sebastian could hear him. “You know what you owe me.” “You saved my life,” Raphael said, but his voice was numb. “A life I never wanted.” “Show me you’re serious, Santiago,” said Sebastian. “Kill the warlock.” Raphael’s hand tightened on the hilt of the knife. His knuckles were white. He spoke to Magnus. “I have no soul,” he said. “But I made you a promise on my mother’s doorstep, and she was sacred to me.” “Santiago—” Sebastian began. “I was a child then. I am not now.” The knife fell to the floor. Raphael turned and looked at Sebastian, his wide dark eyes very clear. “I cannot,” he said. “I will not. I owe him a debt from many years ago.

City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 19: Into the Silent Land

In the show, Magnus clearly states that Raphael is like a son to him. Let’s analyze their relationship in both.

The books (spoilers included)

Throughout the first five books of the “Mortal Instruments” trilogies, we don’t know much about their connection. They never speak about what happened nor they tell someone about their shared past. The readers (and some other characters, like Luke and Sebastian) discover they know (and care for) each other during the sixth book (“City of Heavenly Fire”), in Edom, when the representatives of the Downworlders are kidnapped by Sebastian. Magnus’s father (Asmodeus, the prince of Hell) is there, and he’s hurting him: Magnus is losing his strength and getting weaker and sicker with the passing of time. Sebastian asks Raphael to join his side and to kill Magnus to sanction their alliance. Raphael, at that point of the books, is an ambiguous character: he’s not evil but he’s not fully good either. He cares for his vampires, his clan. He doesn’t do favours to Shadowhunters, nor whoever needs help if the situation would hurt him or his clan. When Sebastian tells him to kill Magnus, his first instinct is to refuse.

“We do not kill with knives,” Raphael said, staring from the blade to Sebastian’s cold expression.

City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 19: Into the Silent Land

We know something extremely important happened between them, but we don’t know what until we read the “Bane Chronicles”. Anyway, after some words of persuasion by Sebastian, Raphael seems to hesitate:

With a strange detachment Magnus watched Raphael approach him. Magnus’s heart was thudding in his chest, he was aware of that much, but he did not feel afraid. He had been close to death many times; so many that the idea no longer frightened him. Sometimes he thought some part of him longed for it, for that unknown country, the one place he had never been, that one experience as yet unlived. The tip of the knife touched his neck. Raphael’s hand was shaking; Magnus felt the sting as the blade nicked the hollow of his throat.

City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 19: Into the Silent Land

But in the end, he saves Magnus because he remembers the promise he did on his mother’s doorstep:

Playing his role as Raphael’s benefactor and teacher, Magnus hugged Raphael too. As prickly as he was, Raphael did not invite embraces. Magnus had not been so close to him since the day he’d fought to stop Raphael from going into the sun. Raphael’s back felt thin under Magnus’s hands—fragile, though he was not. “I owe you, warlock,” Raphael said, a cool whisper against Magnus’s ear. “I promise you I won’t forget.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” said Magnus, and then because he could get away with it, when he drew back, he ruffled Raphael’s curly hair. The indignant look on Raphael’s face was hilarious. “I will leave you to be alone with your family,” Magnus told him, and he went.

The Bane Chronicles Story 6: Saving Raphael Santiago

By refusing, he sacrifices himself: Sebastian kills him with the same blade that should have killed Magnus. Magnus is sad because once again he lost someone he loved, and not because of old age, but in battle. When we read the “Bane Chronicles” we know what happened: Magnus finds Raphael after a desperate request by his mother. The newly made vampire feels hopeless: he hates his new condition. Magnus knows very well those feelings: when he discovered he was half human and half demon, and his family fell apart because of this, he deeply hated himself.

“When your father flinches at the sight of you and your mother hangs herself in the barn, driven mad by what she’s done? When I was ten, my father tried to drown me in the creek. I lashed out at him with everything I had—burned him where he stood. I went to the fathers of the church eventually, for sanctuary. They hid me. They say that pity’s a bitter thing, but it’s better than hate. When I found out what I was really, only half a human being, I hated myself. Anything’s better than that.” There was silence when Magnus was done speaking. To Clary’s surprise, it was Alec who broke it. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “You can’t help how you’re born.” Magnus’s expression was closed. “I’m over it,” he said.

City of Bones Chapter 13: The Memory of Whiteness

He says he’s “over it”, but it seems more like he accepted the fact that he can’t change the past. That doesn’t mean remembering all that happened doesn’t hurt. Thus he helps Raphael the way the Silent Brothers helped him: he tries to convince Raphael that he can still live his life, that he can still find a place in the world, that he can still be Raphael, by retaining his personality. Raphael learns differently than Magnus, because, of course, they’re two different people. He accepts what Magnus teaches and offers him and in the meanwhile he starts shaping his new life himself. Thanks to his strength he becomes one of the most powerful and respected vampires, and he will take Camille’s place during the events of the first “Mortal Instruments” trilogy, while she’s away. When Raphael thinks he learned enough he and Magnus part ways. They see each other sometimes, by accident or when there’s a meeting between Downworlders and Shadowhunters, but they don’t seek each other out. I feel like that is more Raphael’s decision that Magnus’s, because Magnus reminds Raphael of that dark period of his life, when he died, lost his family and human life, and had to start anew by suffering and changing himself. I think Magnus understands that and he respects Raphael’s decision by taking a step back, without interfering in his friend’s life (Magnus’s respect for others could easily be another meta: how he waits for Alec to be ready, how he helps Will but never forces his hand, how he loves Raphael but from afar). Magnus seems like a tutor, a stepfather, who helped a younger, lost child. This is also confirmed by the fact that Magnus’s and Alec’s second adopted son is called Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane, a clear tribute to an important person (their first adopted son is called Max).

The show

In the books, we understand Raphael’s role in Magnus’s life only after what happened in the main trilogies, when we read the “Bane Chronicles”. The show, however, is dealing with their relationship differently. Knowing what the readers know, the show writers managed to build Magnus’s and Raphael’s relationship on screen: the audience know they share a story and that Magnus helped Raphael in the past. In the show, Magnus says the warlocks and Downworlders he helps are like his children, thus Raphael is like a son to him.

Shadowhunters Season 2 - Episode 4 “Day of Wrath”

Their relationship is more intense and Raphael is less ambiguous than in the books: under all that bravado he’s actually a nice person, even if sometimes he takes wrong decisions (using, then freeing Simon in season 1; helping and caring for Isabelle in season 2, but getting addicted in the process). Show!Raphael, however, does something that I think book!Raphael would not: when he’s hurt, he goes to Magnus for help. After Aldertree tortures him to know where Camille is, he seeks Magnus, who heals him. Magnus is clearly distressed because of what happened: he loves Raphael very much and he hates seeing him hurt. True to his mentor/father role, Magnus scolds Raphael when it’s needed: when the latter says he cares for Isabelle, Magnus clearly understand what’s happening and that Raphael could have established a relationship with her; but he still tells him to think clearly before saying or doing something else, because his addiction to Isabelle’s blood might speak for him. And Magnus knows very well what addiction can do to vampires: he helped Camille go through her addiction period in the “Bane Chronicles”; we don’t know however if he erased his memory in the show like he did in the book. Knowing this, in the show Magnus seems to Raphael what Catarina is to him: an older brother, maybe even a father; however you perceive it, they’re family and they have each other’s back (who knows what Raphael will do in the future though).

5. Woolsey Scott (werewolf, founder of the Praetor Lupus)

Among all the people I mentioned, Woolsey is probably the one who impacted Magnus’s life less. However, he’s still worthy of a mention because he seems like a friend who would help Magnus when needed. Woolsey welcomes Magnus in his home after the latter breaks up with Camille. Magnus lived with her so the moment their path is divided he loses everything (his fixed home is in New York, while the “Infernal Devices” are set in London). He lives with him for a while, until he decides to leave London at the end of the third book.

“Leaving London?” Will said in dismay. “You can’t mean that.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Magnus flicked a finger at an errant snowflake. It sparked blue and vanished. “I am not a Londoner, Will. I have been stopping with Woolsey for some time, but his home is not my home, and Woolsey and I wear out each other’s company after not much duration.

Clockwork Princess Chapter 24: The Measure of Love

Of course, that seems like an excuse to flee London now that the London Institute doesn’t need him anymore, but I do think there’s some truth underneath his word, and that, after a while, him and Woolsey just need a change. Nonetheless, Woolsey has been a good friend: with his direct questions he managed to make Magnus think and reflect about his condition and feelings. His curiosity matches the readers’, who wants to know what’s going on in Magnus’s mind. In the end, he was just a friend, not as important as Ragnor and Catarina, nor did he leave a sign in his life like Raphael, Tessa or Will.

As you may notice if you had the courage to read this ENORMOUS meta till the end, I didn’t write about Magnus’s relationship with the “Mortal Instruments” Shadowhunters characters (Jace, Clary, Isabelle, Simon, etc.), because I think that this aspect needs a meta of its own ;)

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