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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Ripe For The Pickin’

(This is a Yandere Kita x Fem Reader Story! Hopefully y’all like this lmao, sorry if his hick accent is annoying lmao, I thought it gave him ¬flavour¬

Tw: !!noncon!, !misogyny!, breeding kink!, !Detailed postpartum depression!!!, !!!Mentions of attempted suicide and murder of a child!!!, !Mental illness!, !Defeatist attitude!, !Disassociation!, housewife reader!, threats of physical harm!, manipulation!, mentions of kids!, etc..

Please proceed with caution! Note: Part of my family are farmers- my grandpa specifically, and he speaks very similarly to how I wrote Kita’s dialogue (the joking bit). He had a farm in Hawaii growing up, and he always jokes that he’s ‘but a country folk,’ so I mean no offense to those who own a farm. )

Throwing down his work cap on your kitchen table, Kita visibly brightens at your busy form. Your two year old son is balanced perfectly on your hip, your other hand stirring a pot of Udon. The steam rises around your head, slightly flushing your (skin colour) complection.

Looking up, your eyes immediately meet the white haired male’s, causing you to freeze up momentarily. He sends you a warning look.

“Welcome Home, Shinsuke,” A wobbly grin spreads across your painted features (just how Kita liked- he likes when you try to look good for him), catching the attention of your son immediately.

“Daddy!” He practically hops out of your hold, rushing to the large male. Your unwanted husband scoops him up in his buff arms, swinging him around.

“Whoa, one’a these days yer gonna throw yer Pa’s back out,” He grins happily at his carbon copy, smooching the small boy on his grey hair.

The little one giggles cutely, basking in his father’s presence. You quickly approach Kita, hugging him from the side, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “We’ve missed you all day, My Love,” He always likes it when you’re sappy- it makes him feel wanted.

At your words, he delivers a lingering kiss to your lip tint stained lips, your son half in your arms and half in your husband’s. You lightly pinch your babe’s cheek, causing him to giggle, before you kiss him on his forehead. Kita visibly brightens at your affectionate side, his open arm wrapping around your waist, “What’cha makin’ fer dinner, Pretty Lady?”

You cringe internally, yet you can’t help the blush that forms on your pretty face, “Kazue wanted Udon- I hope that’s okay,” Shinsuke nods, a thoughtful look on his face.

“‘O course,” He lightly pinches your son’s other cheek, “If our growin’ boy wants Udon, by God, he’ll get it.”

Settling Kazue down in his bed, you give the sleeping boy a tender kiss on the forehead. As much as you hate Kita, you don’t have the heart to hate your son. He, like you, didn’t ask to be here, so you decided to be the best mom he could ever have.

Smoothing his blanket over his lower body, you tuck the other bits under him, and lay his favourite stuffy next to him. Once done, you step away from the slumbering babe, and make your way out of his room. Kita is waiting in the night light lit hallway, leaning against the opposing wall.

You jump slightly, not expecting him to be there.

“Is something wrong, Shinsuke?” A practiced smile appears on your face, hands clasping behind your back to keep you grounded.

He says nothing, motioning you to follow him, before turning and walking towards your shared bedroom. Shuffling after him, you try to still your rapidly beating heart. Did you do something wrong?

Kita isn’t one to shy away from punishment. If anything, he revels in the momentary feeling of power-that is, until your broken body and mind are left in the aftermath. Then, he can’t help but feel horrible, because in some twisted way, the man truly loves you. So, he’ll try to cuddle and kiss his wrongs away, trying to forget that he’s the catalyst of all the things going wrong in your life.

Burying those thoughts away, you step into the darkened room, noticing immediately that Kita is settled on his side of the bed. He’s stripping himself of his overshirt, exposing his wife-beater underneath, “Ya know, I think it’s time fer the boy ta have a brother.”

It feels as though the world around you is crumbling. Just when you gain a sense of normalcy, the bastard rips that away from you.

Your smile visibly wavers, but you try to hold strong, “I-well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Your hands are trembling, your heart practically being torn from your chest, “Kazue is still a toddler, I think it would be better if he was around five. Then, he can interact with-” Kita holds up a hand, halting your speech.

“Yer gettin’ too technical fer the simple folk in tha room, Pretty Lady,” He stands to his feet, discarding his slippers, before slipping his baggy jeans off of his lower half, “Jus’ say yer too selfish to give yer lovin’, hardworkin’ husband tha things he deserves-”

Kita knows that you had postpartum depression. He knows that you not only almost hurt yourself, but also your precious son. He knows that you had to be sedated at one point to even continue living. Yet, it seems like he doesn’t care.

Tears fill your eyes, as you finally let your feelings become known, “That was horrible to say, Shinsuke. You know how hard it was for me-”

“It was also hard fer me too, ya’know,” He’s doing it again… trying to manipulate you into being the bad guy, “Seein’ ya go bonkers was hard ta’ watch. Plus, seein’ our son almost drown in tha tub-”

“Stop it!” You finally lose your cool, surprising your usually collected kidnapper, “You don’t get to claim it was hard for you, when everything is your fault!” His mouth open and closes like a dying fish, unsure what to say, “If you waited for me to be ready to have children, I wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. If I was given the help I needed, I wouldn’t have gone psychotic. If you hadn’t stolen me away from my life and forced me to bend to your will, none of this would have happened!” By now, you’re a sobbing mess. He always does this. Kita always breaks you down until you seem crazy, but you’re not. You’re just tired of how he treats you like a baby maker, tired of how he treats you like nothing, yet claims you’re his entire world.

But, when you hear him sigh softly to himself, you know that he doesn’t care about your feelings, “Do I need to use the gag? I thought we were above that.”

Knowing that refusal won’t be tolerated or respected, you don’t bother wasting anymore of your breath. Slipping off your house slippers, you shuck off your dress, revealing your bare chest and panties. More tears slip down your face, as you lay down on your large shared bed.

Shinsuke grins at your compliance, quickly moving between your legs, and stripping you of your drawers. His rough fingers rub at your clit and slit, “Good girl. ‘Ya know yer man jus’ wants what’s good fer ya, an’ a baby is good fer any good woman.”

You ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Kita continues to rub against your clit, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. But, you don’t give him the satisfaction.

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind go. Your dissociated body reacts well to his ministrations, your arousal coating your thighs, as they tremble in lieu of an orgasm.

His fingers dig in deep, as they force your pussy open. Feeling how relaxed you are, he decides that you’re loose enough to go right in.

Pulling out his thick cock, he bumps the head against your slick cunny, “Don’ worry, Darlin’, yer man will take good care of ya,” He slides in with relative ease, your hips bumping against his.

The normal constricting feeling in your chest has long since faded, instead, the feeling of acceptance at the fact that you couldn’t get out of this replaced it.

Your body jolts and rolls with Kita’s harsh thrusts, his panting warm against your neck, “Yer so good fer me, (Your Name), yer gonna bear me healthy sons,” The gummy walls of your pussy knead his cock thoroughly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, “I knew you were perfect fer the takin’.”

He forces your knees next to your head, the head of his cock bashing into your cervix painfully. Fortunately, that was enough to set your body off. A gush of cum drenches the both of you, as Kita slams himself inside of you entirely, allowing your womb to be filled to the brim with his fertile cum.

“Ya never disappoint, Darlin’,” He smooches you on your lax lips, ignoring the fact that your head is practically empty, “Maybe you’ll have twins this time.”

With that, he starts his hardcore pace one more.

But, you can’t bring yourself to care. As long as you can drift away from the events unfolding in front of you,

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starlightinhumanform · 3 years

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24/7: Chapter One

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Loceit, Platonic Demus, Platonic Logicality

Summary: James (aka Janus) works the graveyard shift at a open-all-night convenience store. Logan is a college student who stays up way too late, way too often. While pulling all-nighters, he often visits the store James works at. As time goes on, James begins to care about Logan as more than just a customer.

Warnings: Moderate Language, Some suggestive jokes, Mentions of ignorant/negative sentiments regarding vitiligo, Mentions of intoxication— some implied to be underage (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: College AU, Coffeeshop AU but weird (that’s literally the best way i can think of describing it), Mutual Feelings, Fluff

A/N: — Janus’ name in this AU is James (mostly because when I began planning this, his name hadn’t been revealed). I may still include his name by writing in a name-change but we’ll see lmao — I do not have vitiligo and do not personally know anyone with vitiligo; Janus’ experience with the condition is based entirely on my research. That being said, I did my best to give an accurate representation but I do not claim that it is flawless in anyway. If there are any improvements you think I can make in this area, please please let me know 🖤🖤🖤 Love you all 🖤✨

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James’ first shift started normally. That is, as normally as he could assume 24 hour convenience store shifts could be. It’s not like he had much experience with it.

Being his first day, he had assumed that the manager would’ve at least stuck around for a while. Instead, the woman had pointed out the bathroom plunger— advising him to not let anyone steal it— told him how to use the slushie machine, and said that if someone tried to rob the store, let them take the money; she even showed him the quickest way to open the cash register. Then she left within the first hour of James’ shift.

James didn’t mind being alone but he couldn’t fight down the frustration at his manager for abandoning him without actually telling him anything useful. He kept worrying that someone would ask a question that he couldn’t answer. What if the customer got angry and then he got reported and lost his job on the first night? Not to mention every time someone walked in, he was ready to bargain for his life with the $225.67 and a random condom in the cash register.

The adrenaline was getting to his head, stirring up usually dormant worries. He couldn’t stop glancing down at his hands. They were warm tan, patterned at random with lighter splotches. He had a condition known as vitiligo which made areas of his skin lose their pigmentation. For the majority of the time, it wasn’t a big deal; the worst part was the weird looks people gave him and even then, he could usually brush them off. Still, there was always the occasional idiot who felt the need to say something rude or inform him that he showed signs of demon possession. He hoped beyond everything that one of those incidents didn’t occur while he was alone in the store.

Thankfully, the only customers for the next few hours were a couple groups of teenagers at varying levels of intoxication and a traveling family made up of two parents suffering from highway-hypnosis and a small child who tried to climb into one of the drink refrigerators.

By one in the morning, the flow of incoming patrons had completely stopped. By that point James had already thrown back an entire 5-hour Energy drink and reorganized the chip rack— twice .

When the entry bell finally rang again at around two, James’ head was buzzing so badly he wasn’t sure if he had imagined the sound or not. A young man walked in— college aged with messy hair and glasses. He disappeared into the rows of brightly coloured plastic bags without a word and so quickly it made James once again question whether or not he was hallucinating.

It wasn’t until the man had made his way back to the counter, setting down a bag of chips and a couple energy drinks, that James was sure he existed. The man’s hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in two days and his dark circles were so deep they could be seen from beneath his squared glasses. Yup, definitely a college student.

Despite the obvious signs of exhaustion, the man was undeniably pretty. Counter to his tired scowl, his eyes were bright and alert, framing a sharp nose. The way he kept his strong chin tilted slightly upwards and walked with purpose gave him the appearance of someone who actually knew what he was doing with his life— so basically, the opposite of James.

James was hardly ever self conscious about his appearance but this man— this stupidly pretty, oddly perfect man— made James squirm just a little bit, made him wonder if he was living on one side of some scale while the customer lounged on the other side. James tried to shrugged it off, focusing on the items in front of him instead.

The man spent the entire interaction at the counter muttering to himself and never once making eye contact. It was a little strange, but he was cute and James was bored so he decided to just appreciate the entertainment while it lasted.

It wasn’t until James went to hand the man his receipt that he seemed to even become aware of James’ existence. James held out the thin slip of paper, apparently causing the man to flinch backwards. His reaction was strong enough to make James wonder if he was one of those people— the type that thought vitiligo was some sort of deadly, contagious disease.

His eyes darted up quickly, his gaze sharp as it scanned over James’ face, “You’re not the normal cashier.”

He was taken aback by the accusing tone in the man’s voice, “No, I guess I’m not? I just got hired; the other guy got let off… something about trying to steal the plunger.”

“Oh,” His face transformed into a noncommittal scowl that James simply could not read, “Expect me regularly.”

The man turned on his heels and walked briskly to the door as James stood frozen and mystified behind the counter, “Oh, uh… see you soon then.”

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James woke up to the smell of something burning. He didn’t even remember dragging himself home and collapsing in his bed but based on the smell bothering him he evidently had made it back. No one could burn food quite like his roommate.

“Remus what the fuck are you doing?” James shuffled out to the kitchen where his roommate was poking at something on the stove.

“Making lunch.”

Based on his bed head and near-complete lack of clothes (Remus always slept in booty shorts and nothing else) James could guess that he had woken up only a few minutes earlier himself, “Dude that does not smell like anything humans should eat.”

Remus gave him a wicked grin and James decided not to push the subject. He walked out of the room with a sigh and hoped that the smell would clear up soon.

He made his way into the living room, sitting down and flipping open his laptop. James groaned at the lack of new email notifications. No new emails meant no new job acceptions.

“Guess I’m working the night shift again.”

James was grateful he got the job at the convenience store— no question. Getting a job as a college dropout was both necessary and nearly impossible at the same time. He was lucky to get a job at all and being a graveyard shift, he got paid nearly double the normal wage for his position. For now, his sleep schedule would just have to suffer.

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The weeks drifted by and James fell into a dull, but easy rhythm. He would go to work every night, spend the hours rearranging chip bags, guarding the plunger, and— if he was lucky— the pretty college boy would come in for a few minutes to grab salty food and a caffeinated drink.

James wasn’t sure when it became “lucky” for the man to come into the store. Maybe it was lucky because he was entertaining, always preoccupied and wandering around the store like his mind was a hundred miles away. He had this odd sort of duality— somehow both spaced out and intensely focused at the same time. It was like he was concentrating on the dimension beyond the one James was living in. He floated through this world, always preoccupied with world in his head. It was endearing and intriguing and James found himself looking forward to seeing the man. James wanted to see the world inside his head, to know what was so captivating that he had no use or interest for what was outside of it.

The student was quickly becoming his favourite customer— something James never thought he would have— and he genuinely enjoyed having a chance to talk to the other guy. He was handsome, obviously intelligent, and, if given the chance, James definitely would’ve asked him out for a drink.

As it was though, James looked awful in his uniform so he would never have the confidence to make a move the only times he ever saw him.

James started to watch for him. The man came at least once a week, always between midnight and four in the morning. He must have lived nearby because he always walked over instead of taking a car like most of the other patrons. Either that, or he lived further away and walked all the way just for a bag of chips and an energy drink.

It was a Thursday like any other when he walked into the store and James’ curiosity got the better of him.

“So,” James leaned across the counter as the man sat his items down, “you come around here often?”

He tilted his head quizzically, “Yes? I do come here often? You’ve seen me.”

“No I— it was a joke,” James resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was… not going the way James would have hoped, “What’s your name? We might as well get on first name basis since we see each other all the time.”

“I’m Logan,” Logan seemed surprised by the question.

“I’m James.”

Logan gave a curt nod, “I know.”

“But— how? I—“

“It’s on your name tag,” And with that, Logan turned and marched out of the store.

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Logan laid on his back, arms and legs spread over the entirety of his bed. The only leftover space of the bed was occupied by Patton, one of his housemates.

“So how did the all-nighter go?”

Logan groaned, “Well… it sure as hell did go all night. I’m so fucking tired.”

“This is what you get for viewing the entire American university system as a challenge.”

He squinted up at Patton. With his blond hair and round, smiling face he looked like the direct inversion of whatever pale little zombie Logan currently felt like, “I gotta stop staying up so late.”

“I don’t know, you kind of seem to like it,” His housemate patted his leg and stood up to walk out of Logan’s room, “By the way, where do you keep going? I hear you leaving the house, like, super early all the time.”

Sunlight was streaming through his partially open blinds. It was probably quite pretty but to Logan it just looked like a headache-inducing glare. He threw a pillow over his face, muffling his voice as he answered, “Booty call.”

Patton laughed as he stopped walking, “Yeah right. The day you answer a booty call is the day I will shave my head.”

Logan shifted the pillow slightly to look at Patton again. The man’s hair was his prize possession, like a curly fluffy cloud that he kept as a pet on top of his head. Logan didn’t know how Patton could afford the time and money he put into his hair. What he did know, however, was that Patton would never risk its safety. Logan frowned in (mostly) fake insult, “You really think there’s not a single person who would send me a horny text at three in the morning?”

“Nah I think there are quite a few people who would do that. I just doubt there’s anyone you’d actually find worth answering.”

Was there anyone he would actually answer? Logan stared up at the dark fabric above him. The pillowcase was a deep navy blue and if he really squinted, he could see the weave of the thread, a thousand random threads coming together to make a greater whole. The way the individual pieces created something far larger than themselves was fascinating to Logan. He had never given it much before, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever find a random individual worth making something together.

In the darkness covering his eyes, a vision of the convenience store cashier flashed across his mind. The face he saw was light brown and across that warm canvas, lighter portions sprawled. For the first time, Logan began really thinking about that face. He had sharp features, tired eyes, and when he smiled with lips sloped upwards at a lopsided angle. His skin reminded Logan of the glossy photos of nebulae in his astronomy textbooks— bright splashes breaking up the sameness of the night sky. How had he never noticed that before? What was his name? James.

He heard the creak of their old floors beneath Patton as he walked out of Logan’s room. He probably thought Logan had fallen asleep as he lay there in silence. He was far from asleep, though. His mind was racing, trying to find the missed connections and continually finding new ones in the process. His eyes flickered as previously unrecognized thoughts began surfacing. And they didn’t stop. How had he never noticed?

“I’ve been going to that convenience store down the street,” Logan called as Patton walked away.

James.

Maybe there was someone for him.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Ok imma be honest, this chapter moved me to tears and not the sad sobbing but the more inspiring kind. This chapter means the world.

She had told them her dreams were about ducks – since there were the only equally horrible thing she could think of.

Uncle Magnus had given her an odd look then, as if he knew she was bullshitting them. But he hadn’t said anything.

DUCKS AREN'T THAT BAD! HAVE Y'ALL EVER BEEN CHASED BY A GOAT?? I WAS CONVINCED I WAS GONNA DIE

Lexi would be royally pissed if this turned out to be some stupid pointless dream.

YUP

Even though she was only 7 minutes older than Lexi, Selena always acted like she was 7 years older.

That's so cute though

People looked at her pastel-coloured aesthetic immediately assumed she was the soft and sweet Fairchild twin. People saw Selena in her red leather jacket and thigh high boots and assumed she was in the infamous troublesome Herondale twin.

SMH THE DAMN STEREOTYPES

Why Selena hadn’t killed her in her sleep yet, Lexi doesn’t know.

BYE THAT'S EVERY SIBLING RELATIONSHIP EVER

The meals at the Academy were to die for – quite literally. Last week two students from the warlock fraction had almost killed each other over a blueberry muffin.

Oh how times change...they will never know the dreaded soup

NO ANJALI HAS BEEN GONE FOR OVER A YEAR???

IS JAIME OK?? PLEASE BE OK! HE CAN LIVE WITH TREATMENT SO I REALLY HOPE HE'S OK

Selena’s was Idris of course. She was kind of obsessed with it.

Max loved the shadow markets. Lexi thought they were very cool too.

Rafael loved his father’s office – which was weird. There was nothing to do in that room other than ponder about shadow world problems. Besides, the place still weirdly smelled like the tangerine perfume Anjali wore, even though the girl had left New York almost a year ago.

David loved the New York Institute – especially the library.

Gigi of course loved the dining halls.

Dining halls, kitchens, food trucks, vending machines - if a place had food with it, Gigi loved it.

It's so amazing how they all have their favorite places...(same David same)

“You’re supposed to pour the syrup on the pancakes not into your mouth,” Lexi chuckled as she sat down next to her.

“It ends up in my mouth anyway,” Gigi shrugged.

True enough.

AWW ROMAN MAKING GIGI PLAYLISTS!!

Someone make me a playlist.

“His parents fell in love in Rome when they were in Rome,” Gigi pointed out even though Lexi already knew. “I think it’s actually romantic.”

I had forgotten that-

Roman was nice. But not nice enough for Georgia. Lexi didn’t think there was anyone good enough for her parabatai – who was the most perfect person in the world.

Me @ anyone who tries to make a move at my best friend.

AWW GEORGIA LIKES HIM TOO!!

When's the wedding?

(you're telling me you didn't believe you were gonna marry your childhood crush? Liar)

“I like being his friend,” Georgia said. “I like spending time with him and all of that. But I don’t know if I like him…in that way. I feel like I need more time.”

Demiromantic??? YES GIVE US THE REP

Lexi sometimes thought life would be so much simpler if the world was full of women and everyone was a lesbian.

Ikr?? Life would be so much easier.

Lexi says Roman is too-nice-sus

Well well well

The kind of love that cheated death.

The kind of love that sustained memory spells put by princes of hell.

The kind of love that changed the world.

Trust me all of our standards are very high

Lexi successfully survived the class without falling asleep.

Me during English.

Ok who's the blond?

Lexi I thought we weren't gonna fall this soon-

Oh the girl's straight...sigh we've all been there.

which meant they had to hold hands. Kinda.

Lexi was a little scared of that.

Me.

Goddamnit, Alexandra. Get your gay together!

THAT'S SO RELATABLE LIKE?? YES

OH MY GOD IT'S EMMA AND JULIAN'S DAUGHTER GEIDIDHDOHDJSKSJSKGXJDHSODHKDGDDGDJHDJDGDJDGJDHD

Lexi knew Olivia liked boys. She hadn’t dated anyone officially of course. All the boys were kind of terrified of her father.

She could be bi or pan or omni. WE GOTTA HAVE HOPE

vegetable loaf... David I'm so sorry you had to go through this.

Lexi then decided not to do any of her homework over the weekend because she was not coming back to the academy. She was not going to survive the sleepover and whatever else Olivia had in mind.

Bestie...why is this me when I make eye contact with my crush.

“Good stuff?” Max snorted. “Rafe literally ran away from home cause shit got too intense.”

“I didn’t run away!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Stop telling people that!”

“But you have rumours and shadowhunters getting thrown into silent city and cohort drama and all that exciting stuff!” Liv pointed out.

I-

Liv-

True though.

“Wasn’t there a serial killer when your parents were young?” David asked.

“And didn’t your uncle do necromancy?” Max said biting into a chicken wing.

True and true

“Sorry, Chouchou!” Lexi winced. “I, uh, sensed a mosquitoe on your leg.”

“Girl, your angel powers are weird as fuck,” Max laughed.

MAX LANGUAGE

“I don’t know,” the girl shrugged and threw her a wink. “I wouldn’t put anything past Lexi.”

Lexi looked at Gigi. She was one more compliment away from screaming.

But Gigi of course knew her struggle and therefore quickly stuffed a bread roll into Lexi’s mouth.

I need someone to stuff bread into my mouth when things get like this

There were rumours about David – and how Daddy had an affair. Lexi was yet to find those asshats and shove a witch light down their throats.

When you find them lemme know too.

“Or maybe it’s because you don’t need rumours be interesting,” David pointed out.

Max turned around, looking surprised at that. His cheeks turned purple. Lexi didn’t know why he was surprised. David only ever spoke fondly of Max.

JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY OH MY GOD

“Oh. Oh! I did hear something a long time ago!” Gigi said suddenly. “Olly, is it true you were conceived at the beach?”

“Georgia, you can’t just ask people where they were conceived!” David sounded horrified.

That is very much possible.

“I heard you were conceived in hell?”

“Oh my god,” Selena looked horrified. “That’s not true! It must have been about Max!”

“Y’all I am adopted!” Max was shaking with laughter and then stopped. “Although our dads could have definitely had sex in hell. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

Oh yes. Both clace and malec.

Then they had of course continued to discuss that cursed topic until Rafael had threatened to tell the Consul about it.

LMAO

Lexi turned around and saw Liv waiting for her. Nope. She wasn’t going to talk a walk – a fucking stroll! – with Olivia all on her own.

“You are coming back to the institute with me or I will un-parabatai you.”

You know there being an un-parabatai ceremony would solve a lot of shit

What if their hands accidentally grazed or something? That shit was lethal.

RIGHT????

She is just trying to be nice. That’s what friends do. They are nice. And they give each other pretty dresses and say they would like to see them in it.

Honey that's gay.

EVERYONE ASKING HER OUT IM DEAD

Selena: Ugh boys

Selena: When I win back Idris, we are leaving all the men behind.

Lexi: Except Magnus? Lol.

Selena: Obviously.

Is that even a question Lexi? Duh.

ALEC LIGHTWOOD THOUGHT SHE WAS STRAIGHT? THE SHAME!

OH MY GOD IM CACKLING

Not everyone can kiss their partner in the Accords Hall. Some people didn’t have access to the Accords Hall.

And most important, some people didn’t have partners!

We're getting a lexi and Alec talk someone hold me

“I’m going to tell you something,” Uncle Alec said. “It might sound simple. It might sound ridiculous. But it’s the truth. So, you must believe me. Can you do that?”

Lexi gave him a small nod.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think,” Uncle Alec said. “Not when it comes to your future. Not when it comes to your identity. They don’t get to have a say in who you are and why you are the way you are.”

Lexi bit her lip.

“Alexandra, people will always tell what to do. But you shouldn’t let them. Never let anyone tell you what to do with your heart or your body. Neither belongs them. It only belongs to you.”

THIS RIGHT HERE MADE ME START CRYING BECAUSE DAMN YES!

“Yep,” she groaned and then hesitated for a moment. “Uncle Alec…Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Can I say no?”

“No.”

“Then go ahead.”

I love her so much

“I feel…I feel it’s something we have to bear, Alexandra. The fear of rejection. It’s something we have to accept as an inevitable part of our lives. Because no matter how much love we have around us, we will always be afraid of people not loving us – simply because of who we are.”

Yeah...

“Besides, they named you after me,” he pointed out. “I don’t know what else they expected.”

EXACTLY! Did they really expect a straight child after naming them after Alec?

“I do like shouting,” Lexi wondered out loud. “That’s good advice.”

“I didn’t mean it literally!” Uncle Alec looked alarmed.

“No, it makes total sense!” Lexi grinned. “Some of these people can be tone deaf. Gotta shout it out. Loud and clear. Awesome advice! Thanks, Uncle Alec!”

DO IT

“Hey, Lexi. I was wonderin-”

“MOVE, I’M GAY!” she yelled as she shoved him aside and kept on running.

ABSOLUTELY ICONIC

“I prefer she/her,” Lexi answered. "But sometimes I prefer she/they. But you can use she/her because some of y'all already shit at grammar."

That's exactly what I tell people when they ask for my pronouns. Istg people are shit at grammar.

alright girl im here to give you a lecture on how someone's dressing doesn't describe their sexuality

OH MY MY GOD THERE WAS A GENDER AND SEXUALITY CLASS IN THE ACADEMY ARE THEY RECRUITING???

One of the boys who had complimented cleared his throat. “So, uh, you don’t like boys?”

“That’s literally what I said,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “I’m gay. I’m very gay. I’m gayer than the Consul. Okay fine, that’s not true. No one gayer than the Consul. But I’m still pretty gay.”

Does the boy have hearing problems?

ALSO YES NO ONE'S GAYER THAN THE CONSUL

“Sexual orientation and gender expression are two different things,” she explained now, remember what Uncle Magnus had taught them. “Sexual orientation refers to who I am sexually and romantically attracted to. Gender expression is how I want to express my gender identity. Those two are not connected. Just because a woman wears feminine clothes it doesn’t mean she is straight. Just because a man embraces femininity, it doesn’t make him gay either. Does that make sense?”

“Ohhh,” the girl nodded. “Yes, it does. Thank you!”

“What I wear does not reflect who I like. It reflects who I am and what I like to wear,” Lexi explained. “And regardless of my sexuality, I like pretty things.”

Exactly.

“This doesn’t change anything. I hope you know that,” he told her. “I mean I have to change the pronouns in my shovel talk. But that’s not a big deal.”

Awwww

Also – my good friend Raziel told me that homophobia is a sin.”

“You mean homosexuality is a sin?” an older man asked.

“No, homophobia is a sin,” Lexi repeated. “That’s what Raziel said.”

“But that’s not-”

Someone cleared their throat. When he spoke, it was in the Consul Voice.

“Are you saying know better than Raziel?” the Consul asked.

Listen to Raziel you dumb shit

“Sure. Let me just call the Lesbian Alliance,” Lexi rolled her eyes.

Ugh I wish

OH NO NO NO NOT THE FAKE DATING. JUST CONFESS AND DATE FOR REAL

“Alexandra, I have a fucking undercut and I have pink highlights and I cuff my jeans and I literally walk around with a sword and I can quote Lady Gaga to perfection! Why would you ever think I was straight??”

Lexi your gaydar is broken bestie.

Don't do this omg this is gonna be a mess

Gigi: THIS IS A BAD IDEA. ABORT! ABORT!

Lexi: Relaaaax. It’s going to be fine!

Gigi: I’ve read enough fanfiction to know the fake dating trope never ends well!

Lexi: I’ve told you to include the ‘angst with happy ending’ tag!

LMAO

Also Gigi which fanfiction do you read?

Jace omg...

That's so him though.

“How about my peeps? It sounds very hip.”

“It does not,” Lexi replied. “Please don’t refer to us as your peeps under any circumstance."

IM SCREAMING ASHSKHSIDBSHSHDH

Her father chuckled at that. “Sweetheart, you’re a Herondale. Being problematic is what we do.”

EXACTLY

Daddy opened the notebook again. “I need names.”

Grabs flamethrower names

“Besides, the Lightwoods and Blackthorns have been hogging the gay genes for too long. Now it’s our turn. I say you gay it up.”

“Gay it up?” Lexi laughed.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Go for the highest possible level of gay.”

DO IT

He blinked for a second and then it hit him. “OH MY GOD YES! DOES EMMA KNOW??”

Lexi laughed. Yeah, he can never find out it was a fake dating situation.

Hopefully he won't have to because it won't be fake :D

“To love is a privilege and to be loved is a blessing.”

THE GROWTH OH MY GOD

This chapter literally means so much to me. I don't even know what to say. I hope I too can one day have the courage to shout it in front of everyone and not be scared. See ya on Tuesday!

It means so much to me that this chapter meant a lot to you. I hope you find all the courage, strength and support you need. You are amazing.

And here. I made you a playlist.

You can find it here on YouTube. I hope you like it :)

#lbaf

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legendofzelda4life · 3 years

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Under A Red Moon

Wassup guys it’s day 36 and I’m gifting some Wild and Hyrule platonic fluff to make up for the angst that I still cry about to this day. /j

If you’re new here: I write Zelda/LU-themed one shots everyday until the LU AU is updated. I do take requests and more info about that will be left at the base of this post.

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“Oh shit.” Twilight’s eyes widened as the group stepped out of the portal. “What?” Warriors asked, looking around with a hand on his sword. “My Hyrule.” Wild groaned with a roll of his eyes. “That bad huh?”

“Well it’s not that bad. Where we are is.” Wild gestured around before continuing. “And also the moon fucks around every three days.” That one sentence made Time pale a little. Hyrule noticed and decided to change the topic.

“What’s so bad about where we are?” He asked, walking towards a small cliff. It gave him a sense of nostalgia as he instinctively kneeled, hand on sword as he gazed towards death mountain.

“This is the Great Plateau. And this,” he sat next to Hyrule, legs dangled off the edge, “is the first thing I saw when I came out of that shrine.”

The pair gazed into the distance for a bit before Sky broke them out of the trance.

“How do we get down?” Sky asked, causing Wild to smirk. “We don’t.”

A few people in the group gasped.

“Dear Hylia, I’m joking!” Wild laughed. “Some of us, specifically those with something like my paraglider. Could get down just fine. But without it…” Wild trailed off, walking down the hill slowly and taking a beatle off the tree.

He turned to the group and crushed the beatle in his hand.

“You’ll die.”

He looked away from his hand to see everybody staring at him with wide eyes.

“Okay well maybe, I wasn’t at full strength when I tested this last time.” Wild chuckled as the group made their way downhill, towards Rohta Chigah Shrine.

The group looked over the cliff.

“Alright so we could climb down, fly down in groups, or jump and hope we don’t die.” Wild explained. The team shared a few looks before Time opened his mouth. “Maybe we shoul-”

“Fuck you all!” Legend yelled jokingly. “Especially you!” He flipped off Warriors before jumping off the edge.

“THAT DID FUCKING NOTHING!!!” Legend yelled (It only takes away four hearts). Everybody looked at Wild expectantly. “What? I only tested this at the beginning of my journey!” Wild exclaimed defensively.

Eventually, everyone was at the base of the cliff.

“We should head over to the duelling peaks stable, we can get to Kakariko from there.” “Why don’t we go to the castle?” Warriors asked.

Wild sent a longing gaze towards Hyrule Castle. “We don’t use that anymore.” He mumbled, setting off towards the outpost ruins, leaving a shocked war hero behind him.

Eventually they got to the duelling peaks stable, at which point it was nearly night time.

“We’ll stay here tonight. I’ll pay.” Wild pulled out a few gemstones and walked up to a merchant.

“Wild, why’s the moon red?” Wind asked, pointing outside.

The mentioned hero’s eyes widened as he looked at a certain man.

“Get inside.”

That was all he said to Wind before walking to everyone else in a hurried manner.

“Hey, you got the beds?” Four asked. Wild nodded as he checked the time. It was only just 9:00pm. “Yeah, but get inside quick. I don’t want you guys out here tonight.” Wild’s eyes trailed to the moon.

“What’s going on with the moon?” Hyrule asked, unnerved by the blood red colour. “It’s the third day. Listen to Wild and get inside.” Twilight pushed everybody forward so they would at least make some attempt at getting into the stable.

Once everybody was inside, Wild sighed in relief and directed them to the room he rented. “Sleep anywhere.” He said, gesturing to the beds. There were four bunk beds and a normal bed.

Four and Wind argued over who would get top bunk.

Legend threw Warriors off the top bunk to have it.

Twilight insisted Time take the bottom bunk so he was further from the moon.

Sky basically flew onto the top bunk, leaving Hyrule and Wild to decide who gets the singular bed and who shares with Sky.

“Can we just sit at the fire for a bit?” Hyrule suggested. Wild nodded in response, taking the brunette’s wrist in hand and taking him over to the fire.

The pair gazed into the fire for a little while before Hyrule finally asked what had been nagging him in the back of his mind.

“Why’s the moon red?” He inquired, looking towards Wild - who was a little shocked at the sudden question. “Oh- um…” The boy trailed off slightly to remember what he was going to say.

“It’s like a ritual I guess. Every three days the moon turns blood red, resurrecting all monsters.”

Hyrule paled.

Resurrect all monsters? Did that mean Ganon? Was this somehow tied to his blood curse?

He couldn’t answer any of those questions himself.

“Could it resurrect Ganon?” Hyrule asked nervously. “Dear goddesses, no. Flora sealed him away.” Wild chuckled. This lifted some stress off Hyrule’s shoulders.

“So why did we need to come inside?” “Oh that’s because there’s a guy out there that goes completely fucking psycho every time there’s a blood moon. He tried to kill Twi once.” Wild thought back to the strange man trying to kill a wolf - when, in actual fact, it was Twi.

The pair spoke for a few more hours but at about 11:30, red stuff started to rise from the floor. “Don’t touch it.” Wild said as Hyrule tried to grab some.

The latter chuckled nervously and watched it float around them.

He glanced out the window.

The entire sky was red.

He looked at his teammates to see a few of them covering their ears. The ones that weren’t were already asleep. “Why’s it so loud?” Wind whined, trying to hide in the blankets. Hyrule tilted his head to the side as Four climbed up to the top bunk to comfort Wind.

What noise?

He looked towards Time and Twilight. The former was breathing heavily, tears nearing his eyes. Stress was evident. Twilight was covering his ears as if someone was screaming at him. He always had more sensitive ears than the rest.

The captain and Sky were passed the fuck out whereas Legend was staring out the window, rising from bed and jumping off the top bunk to approach it. He mumbled something under his breath that Hyrule couldn’t hear.

“Wild… why’s everyone blocking their ears?” Hyrule panickedly questioned the boy.

“You can’t fucking hear it?!?!?!” Wind and Time yelled. Hyrule sent a worried gaze toward the pair before shaking his head.

Then he heard it.

It was a peaceful melody with some words as well.

“It’s singing? I don’t see the problem.” He said. “It’s a horrid piano tune! That’s what it is!” Twilight yelled, growing restless.

Hero of old, Blood of courage, Gift it please, To resurrect scourge.

The song was very captivating. But Hyrule refused to gift his blood.

Being the only sane one, he took Wild over to where Four and Wind sat, pulling Wild into him.

The blonde sighed as he listened to Hyrule’s heartbeat, visibly calming. “You’re going to be okay. The moon will pass.” Hyrule rubbed Four’s back with one hand as he spoke, holding Wild with the other.

It was 11:35pm.

So much had occurred in the span of five minutes.

Hyrule just prayed midnight would come quickly as the music slowly sped up, causing Wind to become stressed. The brunette covered him with a blanket as the island child hugged Four like a lifeline.

Everyone just wanted it to stop.

END

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Alright, this was for yesterday because I’m a dumbass that can’t keep up with my own brain lmao.

Look ik I said Wild and Hyrule fluff but I used to be too centered around the pairing and now I’m not centered enough and just- *screams* bear with me a hot sec

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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1/3🔥Hello!! Congrats on your 300 followers!!! That’s amazing!!! :)))) You absolutely deserve it, your blog is just so hfkfjskalhdksla AnYwAy, I’d like to request a matchup please? I’m a female & prefer male & anyone whether it be a hero, villain or class 1-a is fine!! I’m 5’8 with long dark brown hair, light brown eyes (ok but I love my eyes) & a well-built body. My thighs r like low key thicc coz I have so much muscle(I do highly physically demanding sports) & kinda self conscious abt them—

2/3🔥I’m reserved when u first meet me but once u know me for a while I’ll be more open but it takes me a while coz I don’t trust people easily. ✨extroverted introvert✨ I like to hang out with people & I can be very loud & friendly but I need space as well coz my social energy depletes. I have a dark & sarcastic sense of humour & you’ll find me laughing at inappropriate times :P I’m analytical & don’t like it when people r unreasonable. I love watching people & studying them coz humans r just 3/3🔥so interesting. Love mountain climbing & rock climbing but also can be lazy, watch anime. Creative & spontaneous. Favourite colour is blue maybe lavender. A tomboy but love just dressing up fancily coz it’s just so fun^^; Not touchy feely but low key touch starved so yes pls cuddles but won’t be the one to start them. (But little spoon coz I’m always the 1 caring for everyone else T^T I just want love) Zodiac sign is Aquarius. Words: leaves, bonfire. Hope this wasn’t too long!! Stay safe💕

You reminded me of a certain character when you said you like to watch and study humans lmao (Izaya Orihara, is that you!?). I like to do the same! People watching can certainly be entertaining. Also, I just want you to know you are a precious bean. I love reading about all of your guys’ personalities and hobbies and favorite colors and everything. Y’all are so cute. <3

I match you with: Dabi!

-Okay. So your best friend Twice introduced you to the league at some point and convinced you to join, and that’s how you met Dabi. Dabi doesn’t tend to say much anyway and since you’re super reserved around people when you first meet, you guys didn’t really hit it off right away. You even got into a couple spats. They were never too bad and it never turned physical, but you would both annoy the shit out of each other.

-That is, until the day you found out that the both of you shared the same sense of humor. Someone (let’s be honest, probably Toga or Tomura) said something slightly suggestive, and you made a twisted joke in response without really thinking about it. Dabi was sitting next to you at the bar at the time and immediately burst out in laughter, which made you laugh too. From then on he was more friendly towards you and actually tried to get to know you.

-A favorite pastime of yours is roasting people together with your sarcastic sense of humor. He thinks it’s absolutely hilarious when you reply sarcastically to something someone said, and he’ll constantly egg you on because of that. He especially loves it when you get sarcastic with Shigaraki. He could watch that all day.

-He also really likes to human watch with you. You guys play that game where you watch people conversing and try to imagine what sort of crazy conversation they could be having. The two of you have come up with absolutely crazy things, and it makes for a good laugh. But other times he’ll take it seriously if you want, and he’ll listen to you while you tell him about how these people are, what you think their personalities are like, and so on. Dabi is pretty sure you’re spot on 99% of the time.

-The more you spend time together the more he realizes he really likes you and everything about you, including the fact that you mountain climb and watch anime. He never knew nature could be so relaxing. The first time he goes rock climbing with you, he feels so alive. It’s so relaxing and freeing for him- please make him do this more. But he’s also just down to watch anime with you if that’s what you want. His favorite physical trait of yours is your eyes. They’re just so...light. He likes to watch the emotions in them, likes to see them glittering with happiness while knowing he’s the one who’s causing that. Of course, he would NEVER say that out loud, but you can see it in that smirk of his.

-Dabi is smart enough to know when you want and need cuddles, and he also knows that you probably won’t ask for them because you’re just not the type to. Which is perfectly fine, because he would much rather give cuddles than receive them! He definitely wants to be the big spoon all the time, and he’s happy to hold you for as long as you want. Honestly, both of you are touch starved. He cuddles with his arms wrapped around you tight and you like to snuggle into him which makes him feel secure. It’s a good balance.

Fall Drable: Leaves/Bonfire

“I wasn’t expecting it to be this cold already.” You shivered and scooted closer to Dabi, your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to keep in any warmth you could.

“I told you to check the weather before we went on this mission, you know. That’s your fault entirely. It’s not exactly Summer anymore.” He gave you a side glance before returning his attention to the fire in front of the both of you, orange flames dancing in the reflection of his eyes.

For a moment it seemed he was just going to sit there and leave you to freeze- you hoped he wouldn’t, but he sure could have his moods sometimes. However, a few seconds after the fact he sighed and wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, swaddling part of his leather jacket around your frame as he did so. It was hardly big enough for the both of you, but it was all you had; both of you were guilty of under-packing for the weather, and neither of you had thought to bring a blanket or anything warmer than your sleeping bags. The mission wasn’t supposed to last longer than a few days, and the rest of the week had been warm, so you didn’t really think anything of it at the time.

“Can’t this fire get any warmer?” You pressed further into his side, relishing in the small amount of warmth from his coat. “It’s so small, it hardly makes a difference...and I’d rather not get hypothermia and die.” Your breath came out as an icy puff of air as you spoke.

“If you find me something that will burn for a while, we could make a bonfire. But there weren’t many sticks or trees around here...” As he trailed off, he glanced into the small tree row at the edge of the clearing. “We could probably scavenge some wood from that way, but it’s pretty far off.”

“Remind me again why we can’t just use your quirk?”

“Because it’ll burn everything within seconds. Do you want me to light this whole campsite on fire?”

“No thanks, I’m not in the mood for arson right now. Try me again tomorrow though, you never know,” you quipped back, your eyes rolling as you shook your head. You had already known why you couldn’t use his quirk to start the fire, but it didn’t change the amount of annoyance you felt after hearing him say it out loud.

You took a quick look around as well trying to see if there was any garbage or debris that you could light on fire, but you found nothing. Nothing but the large piles of surprisingly still-colorful leaves on the ground, the wind rustling them every time a breeze blew by. Somehow they managed to seem vibrant even after leaving the trees bare by falling to the ground and nestling into the dirt for a while. You leaned down and picked one up, absentmindedly throwing it into the fire.

“Don’t do that, you’ll smoke us ou-” Dabi started to chastise you but quickly stopped as he watched the orange maple leaf smolder in the embers of the fire without drowning your campsite in smoke. “Hey, it’s actually burning.” Maybe... “I’m gonna go see if I can find some larger sticks by the row of trees. You stay here by the fire and gather up a couple piles of leaves. If we can burn up enough dry leaves with the sticks, then they’ll catch fire to the logs and keep it going.”

“I’ll do anything if it means this fire gets even slightly warmer.”

A half hour later you had four different piles of leaves and a couple of nice sized logs stacked to the side of the pit, thanks to your and Dabi’s efforts. Dabi set up a few sticks and two logs in the middle over the embers of the previous smaller fire, and then the two of you grabbed a handful of leaves each to throw on top. They caught fire almost immediately, and you kept piling them on as they burned up, the sticks eventually following suit. Next came the logs, and before you knew it, you had a sizable fire in front of you, warm flames licking at the wood and providing you both with heat.

“Finally...” you sighed, relaxing into your partner’s side once more.

“What a pain in the ass.” Beside you, Dabi returned to wrapping an arm around you, though he must not have felt like sharing his jacket anymore now that the fire was stronger.

“Me, or the fire?” you laughed, though you already knew how he would reply.

“Both.” He gave you that trademark smirk of his.

#dabi #bnha #bnha dabi #matchup #bnha matchup #300 follower event #300 follower special #anonymous #anon #sweater answers #answered #mha matchup

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written-prose-things · 4 years

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Divulge Your Secrets To Me, Starkson

Parkner Week 2020, Prompt 2: “And I said, ‘no’, you know, like a liar”

Available on: AO3

SUMMARY: Harley can’t stand Peter putting himself in danger constantly, so he puts on a suit. As, expected, Peter finds out his secret very quickly.

Although not easily visible, Harley doesn’t have better impulse control than Tony. Harley regularly spends consecutive days in his lab unless Peter is around to bully him into bed.

But Peter isn’t around always, not with his responsibility as a stupid teenage vigilante. Harley hates it. How he has to see his best friend get to work and handle shit that it way above his pay-grade, just because the avengers have gone rouge and Tony can’t handle everything on his own.

Harley lets his frustration spur him on, even though it’s 3 in the morning and he’s only had a few nutri-bars in the last six hours, with infinite cups of coffee.

Harley hates that Peter isn’t here to take him back to his room. He hates that his best friend has to go out even when he should be at home recovering from his last fight with some stupid evil scientist.

Harley finally puts down his interface and staring at the finalised schematics F.R.I.D.A.Y. complies and pulls up.

The design looks nice. It’s a sleek suit, much lighter than Tony’s suit, mostly to be used for canvassing and running disturbances.

The blue and gold colour is Harley’s favourite thing. A mix of Peter and Tony’s suits.

Then, he hears Tony’s thrusters outside and quickly packs up his work and heads to Tony’s landing point.

Tony’s carrying an injured Peter. Harley tries to hide his flinch, but Peter’s situation is not surprising. The idiot had gone into battle the newest threat, some weird insects that make out of the sewers, with recently fixed ribs.

Harley clenches his fist at his side. He feels helpless, unable to take care of his best friend and it hurts more than he’s willing to admit.

Tony nods at him in passing before walking down to the med-bay, to take care of Peter. Harley takes a few deep breaths and follows the pair after a moment.

----x----

Peter is sleeping, having been dosed with a strong mix of specially manufactured sleeping pills.

Harley takes Tony to the lab.

“I’ve done something.”

Tony quirks an eyebrow in mirth, “Oh, what have you fucked up now?”

Harley shakes his head, “This is serious, Tony.”

He pulls up the schematics. Tony stares at them for a moment before asking softly, “Let me guess, you haven’t told Peter?”

Harley doesn’t answer, which is an answer in and of itself.

Tony pulls up different screens to look at the subtler parts of the suit.

“It’s for running interference?”

Harley nods, “Small, compact, fast. I can distract whatever’s running around long enough for Pete to get back on his feet.”

Tony nods, “So, you aren’t going to focus on the feelings that are making you do this?”

Harley looks away, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Tony huffs, “Alright, fine. I won’t tell Peter about this.”

---x----

Thankfully the new alerts they have come only after Peter has healed fully and had a few days of rest. Though close calls, Tony and Peter are able to get out of the situation with almost zero damage, Harley doesn’t go out to help them.

Then, a threat shows up, which is much worse than the worst Peter has tackled. Some sort of wizard magic voodoo cult that’s making buildings turn in on themselves.

Harley only waits for a moment after Tony and Peter have left, to suit up. He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to link him up to their comms and flies out.

The cultists send flattening waves of orange energy at whatever crosses their paths, making even humans look like characters from Minecraft.

Tony is tied up by a thick iron post on the corner of a crossing.

Tony tries to tie them up in his witty smart talk as Peter hides in the corner and webs up the different members who are standing a little further from the group.

Harley circles around the crossing where the cult leader is walking towards Tony calmly, his lack of emotion scares Harley more than his weird magic.

Peter yells into the comms, “Tony, there’s another suit here!”

Tony replies gruffly, between trying to distract the cult leader and break free of the iron post, “Yeah. Welcome the new avenger, kid.”

Peter has effectively neutralised all the other cultists. But he isn’t as discreet while trying to web up the leader.

The man turns around just as the web makes contact with his body. He grabs the web which is attached to his shoulder and pulls it clean off. The web has hardened by now and only Steve Rogers has been able to break out of the webs with his strength.

What the fuck kind of a man is this guy?

He emits a soft orange light and manipulates the web before Peter can let it go. Harley looks on in horror for a moment as the man uses the manipulated web to throw Peter into a wall.

Just as Peter gets thrown in the wall, Harley flies in and blasts a repulsor at the man. What happens next freaks Harley out.

The man keeps a hold on the web that’s holding Peter and turns his head around like an owl. He glares at Harley, who shoots repulsors at him, which bounce off a weird shield he puts up.

The man lets go of the web and turns to face Harley fully. Harley circles him, blasting repulsors at him, hoping to buy both Tony and Peter sometime.

But the man is quicker than Harley. He waves his hand around and makes sparks fly which throw Harley into the wall right next to Tony.

Harley only registers the fact that this new hole in the wall allows Tony to break free of the iron post.

Even keeping his eyes open hurts. Harley tries to get comfortable in the rubble best he can. The interface of the suit keeps flashing lights.

Almost everything in the suit is broken. Harley sighs sullenly. So much for helping Tony and Peter.

A thundering sound jolts Harley awake. When he’s aware enough to focus, Harley realises that the previously AWOL Thor is back.

The man starts throwing his hammer at the cult man, which actually starts to cause some damage.

Even though he’s failed, Harley breaths a sigh of relief. He’s about to close his eyes again when Peter crawls into his hole in the wall.

Peter asks softly, “Are you Harley?”

Harley groans internally. He couldn’t even make it one full day without being caught out.

He hopes that his voice interface is working well as he answers in the most confused voice he can manage, “No.”

Thankfully it works. Harley sounds more like a middle-aged suburban dad.

Peter shakes his head, “Nothing. Sorry, let’s get you out of here.”

Harley groans out loud then. God knows how many bones he’s just broken. This is beginning to feel like a comfortable place to spend the rest of his life.

Peter slowly helps him come out of the hole, carrying most of his body weight.

When they finally come out of the building’s side, the cult man is tied up in glowy magical ties and Thor is loudly and profusely apologising to Tony.

Peter softly asks him, “So, then what is your name?”

Harley doesn’t know how to answer that, but, unknowingly Thor comes to his rescue.

The god yells at him, “Oh, Tony you have a son! There now an Iron Lad. Congratulations Tony!”

Harley looks at Peter and replies with a fancy accent, “I’m Iron Lad, of course!”

Maybe it’s because of the mask, but Harley thinks that Peter doesn’t smile fully at his response.

---x---

When they reach the tower, F.R.I.D.A.Y. scans him from outside the suit. Harley tries to sell his need for a ‘secret-identity’ to them.

Peter nods shortly and walks out, giving an excuse about fixing his suit. Harley heaves a sigh of relief.

As soon as Peter is gone. Harley asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to stop recording wherever he is till his suit is put away and to tell Peter that he’s sleeping in his room.

Then, Harley goes into the medbay, which is thankfully empty. He doesn’t have any broken or cracked bones, just a lot of cuts and lacerations across his body.

When he had been thrown into the building, he’d gone into the glass wall first, which had cracked into tiny chips that had entered his suit.

Even though Harley’s muscles ache, he likes how well his suit held out.

Harley’s in the middle of cleaning out his cuts when the door to the medbay opens without any warning.

He hisses in pain and looks up. Thankfully it’s just Thor, but Harley doesn’t trust the man to keep his mouth shut.

Thor starts the conversation, “I know you wanted solitude, however, I wanted to congratulate you on how protective you are of your beloved and how well you took care of him.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Yeah, if you call him dragging me around good protection; then sure, I gave him the best protection.”

As the words leave Harley’s mouth, he realises what he’s admitted to. Harley adds uselessly, “But he’s not my beloved or anything like that.”

Thor chortles, “As you would call it, this is a lmao moment.”

Harley cringes, “Never say that again.”

Thor’s laughter dies down. He doesn’t speak again till Harley’s putting away the bottles of anti-septics and the cotton.

Thor comments rather seriously, “I know you are under a lot of pressure, Starkson, be assured that if you decide to open up to me, I wouldn’t divulge those secrets ever.”

Harley wants to make a snarky comment about not being Tony’s kid, but he grabs the opportunity. Thoe is serious enough to not make fun of him or say I told you so, unlike all his friends and Tony.

So, he starts from the beginning. The day he met Peter at the penthouse when they’d come together to get Tony out of his lab and make him feel better.

Something almost like guilt passes over Thor’s face at the revelation, which Harley files away for right now.

He tells the god about how he knew at that moment that Peter was going to be someone special for him.

---x---

Even though he’s been ranting for what feels like hours, Thor doesn’t seem bored. Maybe boredom becomes different when you’ve lived a thousand years.

Harley sighs and continues, they’ve reached the end of the story anyway. Harley continues pacing the medbay, his back to the door.

“So, he climbs in, and asks me, in his softest, introducing-myself-to-strangers kind of voice, ‘Are you Harley?’. Ughhh, man, I hated that. How is he so quick? And I said ‘no’, you know, like a liar...”

When Harley looks up, it’s to see Thor surprised and apprehensive face. Harley rolls his eyes, the last thing he needed right now.

And his gut feeling is right. Peter is standing in the door of the medbay, eyes flashing in anger.

Thor gives some excuse that Harley doesn’t even register, before booking it out of the room.

Peter walks forward, “What the fuck is this?”

Harley cringes internally. Hearing Peter swear is always uncomfortable, because even Peter’s discomfort is visible on his face.

Harley ignores the dread in the pit of his stomach and snarks back, “What the fuck is what?”

Peter motions to his body, “This. The cuts. Don’t act like you didn’t just lie to me.”

Harley clenches his jaw, “So what if I did?”

Peter shakes his head in anger, “We don’t do that, Harley! We don’t lie to each other-”

Harley interrupts because he isn’t taking the blame for this shit, “Oh really then tell me, what is it that we do? Am I always supposed to wait for you at the tower while you fight some weirdo and get hurt in the most horrible ways?”

Peter sighs and runs his hand eyes his eyes, “Nobody’s asking you to stay here Harley...”

Harley yells in reply, now he’s on a track, “Oh really? Peter look me in the eye and tell me that if I’d have told you, you wouldn’t have tried to bully me out of it. I need to protect you, Peter. I need-”

Peter snaps, “Oh shut up. You need this and you need that. What about what I need from you, huh? I need to keep you safe, you doofus. You’re not some enhanced person. I can walk away from being thrown head-first into a building,” he points at Harley’s bruises and cuts, “You can’t.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Why do you need to take care of me, Peter?”

Peters huffs, “Because I love you, okay? I don’t care about anyone other than you, Tony, May and our friends. I know it’s sudden and I know it sounds crazy, but I love you. Again I can’t be the one who gets my family into trouble or gets them hurt again, okay?”

Harley thinks his heart is about to beat straight out of his chest, “Y-You love me?”

Peter sighs, “Yeah, I know it’s awkward, you don’t need to let me down or anything like that.”

Harley asks softly, “But what if I don’t let you down?”

Peter replies with a confused question, “What?”

Harley huffs, “Why are you so sure that I’m going to let you down?”

Peter flounders through a response and Harley can’t take it anymore. He removes the space between them with two swift steps and pulls Peter into himself, giving the short brown-haired boy a soft kiss.

Peter kisses him back.

They only let go of each other when Harley starts to lose his breath. Peter smiles like an idiot, but Harley isn’t sure that he’s not doing the same thing.

After a moment, Harley asks him. “Does this mean you won’t crib about me being in the suit anymore?”

Peter shakes his head, “Oh? Was this cribbing? You don’t know what you’re in for next.”

Harley groans, but pulls the shorter boy into his side, “Okay, I’ll listen to your lecture, but after a good night’s sleep.”

Peter nods, “Alright, let’s go.”

The pair make their way up to the penthouse and flop onto Harley’s bed together, fast asleep as soon as they hit the bed.

#parkner week 2020 #harley keener #iron lad #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #ironman #harley keener x peter parker #parkner

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angel-ranger · 4 years

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for the cute asks can you do all of them? i saw you do it before but if you cant pick out your favorite ones

you’re in luck, I somehow have nothing to do! ever! (I had some other asks but then I got this one and figured I’d do them all in one).

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

I try to have more cereal than milk but I always end up with more milk than cereal, which is fine ‘cause I like milk.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

love it!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

receipts or random scraps of paper.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

milk with two sugars for both.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

oh, definitely.

6: do you keep plants?

I can barely keep myself, so no.

7: do you name your plants?

my housemate named a plant jessica. I think I’d name one goliath.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

does making spotify playlists count? (I also do some writing and poetry).

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

yeah!

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

side.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

ham rolls.

12: what’s your favorite planet?

saturn.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

I got to see all of my grandparents doing food deliveries. it was really nice.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

open plan kitchen and living room, maybe a counter to have a little separation? big couch! there will be a nintendo wii! lots of ikea furniture, lmao, and light but not overbearing colours.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

there's floating water in space!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

spaghetti.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

I’d like to dye the rest of it purple but I have been informed that is unwise. maybe blue!

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

fell down some icy stairs once when I was very drunk with my hands full of: my phone, a mcdonald’s, and a coffee, and I didn’t drop a thing! until I got home.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

nope.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

Hazel? I’m not overly fussed.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

I… don’t have a favourite bag??

22: are you a morning person?

Sometimes, it depends on how my sleeping pattern is going. I can be.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

literally do nothing. Just chill out in bed watching films.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

no.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

I’ve done a lot of accidental trespassing onto farms #countrysidelyfe.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

I always buy tan boots.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

apple.

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

ramble.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yes. don’t even have to think very hard.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I love socks! possibly my favourite article of clothing. I buy colourful socks, patterned socks white socks, black socks, ankle socks, trainer socks, knee high socks, socks you can’t see. I just love socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

there was a bird. in my bathroom. I was not sober in many ways. the trauma lives on.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

sausage rolls.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

I had one of those monkeys that had velcro on its hands so you could wrap it around your shoulders like a cape. he was called stanley after the cartoon and i still have him.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I like them but i rarely use them.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

right now? the wallows, perhaps.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

clean. tidy room tidy mind.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

I don’t like loud chewing or gulping. “well, actually…”. men who can’t take instruction from a woman in charge. leaving doors open.

39: what color do you wear the most?

muted ones, blues, beiges, pinks, some white, grey, and black.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I have a star necklace that my mum gave me. It has meaning but I would like to keep that to myself.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

not really.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

God, a handful of people from camp, we just lay on some bleachers one night and had a lil gossip session under the stars.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

Uhhhhh, most times.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I’ll have to give that question a good old punder as I have too many.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

chewy yoghurt! no!

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

the weeping angels from doctor who and the dark. I’m still scared of the dark.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I love buying records! the last one I actually bought for myself was either fleetwood mac or kacey musgraves, I can’t remember.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

I means, I collect coins and pop vinyls but they’re not really odd.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

my best friend: ‘last resort’ by papa roach.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

the gossip girl meme, hands down.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

yes. no. no.yes; great. idk. idk. eh.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

My gramps earlier today.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

you’re going to have to be more specific. I do a lot of dramatic things.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

laughter, any odd quirks, rambling, how they talk about things they love, how they take their tea/coffee, reasons for things they hate.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

felt like i went on a journey, as always. who doesn’t dramatically reenact the lyrics? either you’re that scene from wayne’s world or you’re doing it wrong.

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?

I’m the vodka aunt. in fact we’re all vodka aunts, it’s a mess. help.

59: what’s your favorite myth?

any one of the mabinogi, to be honest. branwen and blodeuwedd are classics, though.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I like it but i don’t read it much.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I got my gramps, who does some birdwatching, a mug with fake bird poop on it.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

Not really, but if I did it would either be orange or apple and mango.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

I put my books in size order and then alphabetise my music by last names.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

pretty grey, though some blue is peeking through.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

bitch we’re in lockdown, of course.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

thorny.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

melancholic.

68: what’s winter like where you live?

cold and wet, sometimes there’s snow.

69: what are your favorite board games?

monopoly and articulate.

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

no, but I would like to!

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

breakfast tea or peach iced tea.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

yup.

73: what are some of your worst habits?

leaving things until the last minute. being judgmental. eating and drinking junk. not listening. my stubbornness and need to be right. not doing the things i enjoy. giving up if i don’t get it right on the first try.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

they’re a good person at heart, we have gone through so many arguments and friendship break ups and distance but we’ve since grown up and always make time for each other, even if it’s just going for a drive. we actually have good chats about everything and nothing and have a healthy respect for each other, but we;re not afraid to call out bad behaviour in each other.

75: tell us about your pets!

big ball of energy! he’s a greedy guts who stole my pizza three weeks ago and i’m not over it! he’s fifteen and a half but you’d think he was younger and he’s one of my best friends and i love him. hims stinky though.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

If the circumstances were normal i’d be starting my summer job right about now.

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

to drink? yellow. to write about? pink. iykyk.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

no club.

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

I loathe to think about them but my old flatmates had decorated our flat with a bunch of bunting and balloons and surprised me on my birthday two years ago.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

blue. yes. I like blue.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

ice glacier.

82: are/were you good in school?

I was good in school. I am now struggling to even be mediocre.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

You ruined new york city for me by fletcher, dirty computer by janelle monae, and melodrama by lorde.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

i’m planning on getting a giraffe and a spider-gwen themed one.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

yeah! I like most spider-man variations (miles and gwen’s being favourites), fantastic four, wonder woman, and more recently captain marvel.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

I love dirty computer (shoutout again to janelle’s artistry).

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

power rangers 2017.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

I like surrealism and photorealism, and perhaps some fauvism.

89: are you close to your parents?

I’m close with my mum.

90: talk about one of your favorite cities.

i have a favourite memory attached to paris. my friend and I had taken a mini roadtrip and on our way back we accidentally ended up in paris? (we were trying to avoid it because of emissions laws) we didn’t realise until we saw the eiffel tower lit up in the distance so we decided to ride it out and put paris by the chainsmokers on. lmao. so by association its now one of my favourite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

Hahahahahahaha. florida next year.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

depends on the pasta, I am both.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

either straightened or in a low bun with some bangs.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

my oldest sister.

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

nothing.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

procrastinate them a lot. like, a lot a lot.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

intj, taurus, all of them at this point (gryffinclaw)

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

no idea.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

hypersonic missiles by sam fender, strangers by fletcher, promises by naomi scott, hello my loneliness by delaney jane, cry baby by the neighbourhood.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?

time doesn’t exist.

#someone has been infected with cat #also nearly pulled a ness and forgot about this #lmao

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lowkey-lokis-bitch · 5 years

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grief is not as heavy as guilt - bucky.barnes

pairing - bucky barnes x reader

warnings - a few curse words, violence, making out, general sad lmao

word count - 3063

a/n - look who finally wrote again? bitches i’m backkk. also pls send requests so i can be inspired to write lmao

Power vibrated throughout your body. The team watched diligently as the purple sparks erupted from your fingertips. Don’t think about them, concentrate. You forced your eyes open to aim your energy towards the mannequins at the other end of the hall. You felt your feet begin to leave the floor, and though it might try, gravity had no chance of pulling you back down. You sped up and across the hall, a faint purple haze trailing your body. You spun quickly, before ploughing your fist into the first dummy, sending it flying and bouncing off of the glass walls. You heard a communal exclamation from the team behind you as you landed on the floor, which fuelled your desire to impress them even further.

The second figure didn’t stand a chance as you leapt and roundhouse kicked it, leaving it in two pieces on the floor. You didn’t even turn to look at the final dummy as you lifted your hand behind you and blasted it, sending it smashing through the wall, a subsequent streak of coloured electricity humming in the air.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about that. I’ll pay for it,” Tony spoke, his voice loud enough for you to hear across the training hall. “Not like I pay for enough around here.” He trailed off before leaving the room, rubbing his forehead.

Your breathing began to slow as you regained your strength and stepped towards the remainder of the team. Sam looked at you with an impressed look plastered across his face, reaching out to give you a pat on the back as you passed him.

“Better every day kid,” he spoke, laughing as he turned to walk alongside you.

“Thanks Sam,” you said, looking up to give him a smile. Sam had become like an older brother to you during your time with the Avengers, there for you whenever you needed him. His intense sense of humour was highly useful during the dark nights, when the thoughts were too extreme to sleep. “You ready to take me on, yet?” “Damn, you know I’m getting too old for that. You need someone like Parker, or Bucky. I bet he could take you down with that metal hunk of junk,” he smirked, never dismissing an opportunity to give a dig in Bucky’s direction. You rolled your eyes in response, laughing quietly. Your relationship with Bucky wasn’t necessarily a secret, but you made a conscious effort to keep it separate from your work.

Taking a quick look around, you noticed that Bucky wasn’t in the training room. The team had split into two groups, with Steve, Nat, Wanda and Vision deep in discussion and Peter and Rhodey messing about with their suits. Tony had been locked in the lab for the past few days, so it was safe to assume that everyone’s equipment had received a serious upgrade.

“I think I’m gonna train a bit longer,” you stopped in your tracks, turning to face Sam. “But I’ll see you later? I think I’m gonna make pasta for dinner.”

“Ooh, you know I can’t miss your pasta,” Sam chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “Take it easy kid, you’ve worked hard today.” “Thanks,” you gave him a quick hug before jogging towards Steve. “Hey, can we spar?”

He wrung his hands, looking across at his teammates, “I think Wanda might be a better fit.” There was a long-running theory amongst the team regarding you and Wanda, and you were aware of some bets that were happening under the table concerning who would win in a battle between the two of you. Your powers shared a similar undertone, hers stemming from the Reality Stone and yours the Power Stone. You were already drowsy from your earlier training, but you knew that to keep up with the rest of the team you had to push yourself.

“You up for it?” you tilted your head towards Wanda, who seemed nervous yet confident.

“Sure,” the woman’s Sokovian accent bled through her speech. She had been training with Natasha to disguise her dialect for mission, but when she was with the team, she often fell back into her natural cadence.

You moved towards the centre of the room, stretching your arms and cracking your neck. Wanda shook her hands at her sides as she steadied herself across from you. You gave her a quick smile then turned to Steve, making sure that he was ready to pull you out if it got bad.

“Okay, rules. Play ‘til someone taps out. No extreme power usage, otherwise Tony will get pissed at us for breaking things.”

“Language,” Peter yelled out from behind Rhodey, fully using him as a shield if his joke went down badly.

Steve rolled his eyes before continuing, “If it gets out of hand, Rhodey and I are ready to step in. You good?”

I gave him a quick nod, Wanda doing the same. He held out his hands to gesture the start of the competition. You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on Wandas. You thrust your hands out in front of you, a shield of purple streaks appearing between you and leapt into the sky. Wanda rocketed backwards, throwing her hands above her to raise segments of the floor into spikes. You swerved to avoid the stalagmites rising towards you and crashed to the floor, your fists pounding the concrete and sending out purple cracks. The rock around you crumbled and you could feel the power pulsating throughout your body. You could see the deep purple hue surrounding your body as you stood, then sprinted towards Wanda.

She met you on the ground, her eyes glowing a bright red and her fingertips sparking with flares. You threw a punch directed at her left shoulder, which she blocked and kicked at the back of your knee. You fell, but swung your feet to take her down with you. She landed on the floor with a thud, the air knocked out of her lungs. You stood quickly, preparinging yourself for a burst of energy, not noticing that Wanda had sent her hand towards you. You were thrown into the far wall with a flash and you tumbled to the floor. Whining, you lifted yourself onto your hands and knees and looked at the woman doing the same across the room.

You stood slowly, feeling the entirety of your strength flooding your body. Steve and Rhodey flashed each other a concerned look, before turning their gaze back to you. You didn’t care. All that you could focus on right now was the power coursing through your veins, and it needed an escape. You began to walk, before it became a run, and then you flew into the air at an increasing speed. Rhodey snapped his helmet on, having an idea of where this was heading. You weren’t in control of your own body at this point, you had no idea how to stop what was about to happen. This had almost happened once before, but Bucky had been there to help you, to talk you down from this place. He wasn’t here now.

You bulleted towards Wanda, screaming. Your hands were out in front of you, and you had one intent. Kill. You could see the fear in Wanda’s eyes as you got closer and closer, before Rhodey grabbed you around the waist, Steve grabbing Wanda. You flailed in his metallic grasp, desperate to release your power somehow. You flung your fists at his head, not feeling the pain as your knuckles ripped and became bloodier with every punch. You heard Rhodey grunting as he struggled to maintain his grip on you, and your power surged, further and further. Until it gave out.

Your left hand was warm, despite the rest of your body remaining at a normal temperature. You opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the sudden light in the room. A figure was sat by your bedside, his hand overlapping yours. The dark mop of hair was comforting to you, and you moaned a greeting.

“Hey doll,” Bucky looked up at you, giving you a soft smile. “You’ve been out for a few hours. How are you feeling?”

“Not great to be honest,” your voice was croaky, and it was almost painful to speak. “I can’t remember anything, what happened?”

“Well, you were training with Wanda. She threw you, and you kinda freaked out,” he spoke slowly. “Rhodey grabbed you and you passed out. They brought you straight here.”

“Is Wanda okay?” your voice wobbled, concern present.

“Yeah, just a bit shaken. I’m more concerned about you.”

“Baby,” you mumbled, feeling awful about what had happened. “I don’t know what it was, it’s like I wasn’t in control.”

“I don’t blame you, you’d been training for hours. You need to take a break sometimes babe,” Bucky’s eyes met yours and you could see the emotion swirling in them.

“If I have any chance of being able to go on missions with the team, I need to learn to control it. My power can help us-”

“But not if you won’t help yourself.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as a tear dropped onto your cheek. Bucky brushed it away with a finger and placed a delicate kiss to your lips. You opened your eyes to meet his, and he gave you a soft smile before kissing you again. You put your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you so that he was lying next to you on the bed. You flipped slightly so that you were able to place your legs across his, almost straddling him. Your tongues moved in sync, dancing and exploring each others mouths. You stroked his face, his scruffy beard tickling your beaten knuckles. You winced slightly, causing Bucky to pull away before you pulled him in even closer.

His hands roamed your back, pulling your hips to meet his. It wasn’t often that you got time alone during the day, and by god he was going to make the most of it. Your feet moved under the covers, brushing his and bringing a further sense of closeness. Bucky lightly scratched your lower back with his metal hand, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine and making you smile into the kiss. You trailed your hand along his shoulder and placed your other palm flush against his chest. After a few moments, Bucky pulled away, his breathing ragged.

“I love you doll, so much.”

“I love you too.”

The New York skyline was glittering as you stepped into the evening air. The team was out on mission, but Steve had decided that you were to be used as back-up, thus leaving you with the quinjet, waiting for a call. You paced back and forward, hearing crackles through your earpiece. Bucky checked in with you every so often, but it had been a while since you had heard his voice.

“Nat, where are you?”

“You see, there are a lot of aliens so I’m trying to deal with those at the minute.”

“Yeah, well, look to your right. There’s a lot more coming.”

You looked up to the dark sky and saw an immense ship descending towards the city. Before it had even reached the floor, there were masses of creatures jumping out of the doors to attack the population.

“Guys, I’m coming in,” you tried to sound assertive, before Steve shot you down.

“No, (Y/N). It’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care. I can help. I can stop this.” You levitated into the air, speeding towards the city at an incredible speed. You aimed for the ship, your fist out in front of you ready to strike. You shot through the flow of creatures, sending them flying. Bodies crumpled before you and you fired a blast from your fist into the crowd, killing hundreds of the slimy mutants.

“Baby, this is too dangerous.”

Bucky’s voice almost stopped you in your tracks, but you forced yourself to spin and throw an electric burst to the ship. It exploded into shards of metal, which rained down on the city, taking many of the creatures with it. You could feel the power rising again, and you knew this was going to end the same way it did when you were training. But you were their best chance at finishing this.

You turned and took off towards midtown Manhattan, leaving a purple haziness in your wake. You landed with a crash, sending sparks flying in a mile-wide radius. Creatures flew into the air, their bodies contorting and exploding. You glanced around and saw your teammates fighting off bodies, and being overrun by the sheer amount of them. You ran towards Clint and Natasha, doing a barrel roll into the horde of aliens drowning them. They flew, glowing purple before fizzling out. Your body began to glow a deep violet, your eyes the strongest, darkest shade. The sight caused the pair to take a step back before shouting quickly on their comms. You couldn’t hear anything other than the blood pulsing in your ears.

You flew into the air once again before focusing on Tony, Rhodey and Peter working together to take down a group of creatures. You shot towards them, hurling a ball of electricity into the crowd of aliens, leaving them disintegrated in piles of ash. Tony retracted his helmet to look up at you with concern, but you had already left, searching for the final 3.

Steve was fending off a gang of creatures with his shield, the constant ricochet of the vibranium weapon ringing in his ears. Sam was soaring above him, sending shots down and dropping various weapons into the masses of aliens. Bucky was close to Steve, sending bullet after bullet flying from the gun in his hand. You dove towards the faction of beasts, landing in a crouch. The concrete beneath you fractured and split, purple light weaving into the cracks. Every creature in the city flew into the air, erupting into a wave of purple flame. The power flowing through your veins didn’t cease, you felt it building and building. You glowed with a ferocity that had never been seen before.

Bucky stepped towards you, knowing he was the only chance at saving you from yourself. He dropped his gun and stood face to face with you. He searched your eyes for any sign of you, but all that he could find was the unlimited power coursing through your body. He reached his hand up to rest on your cheek, and a tear fell from your eye. You wished you could put your hand atop his, but you couldn’t control your body. It felt as though you were trapped in a shell, a shell that was hell-bent on destroying everything in its path.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice was soft, a sense of desperation clear.

You continued looking straight ahead, your breathing picking up. Your hands drew into fists at your sides, and your glow intensified. You wanted to warn Bucky, to tell him to move. But you couldn’t.

“I love you,” Bucky spoke, and you erupted.

Thud. Bang. Crash.

The dummy in front of you fell into pieces, and your fists ached from throwing punch after punch. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you looked at the ground, feeling as though you were going to throw up. Bucky had been asleep for 2 weeks, under constant supervision from Bruce and regular checks from Tony. You couldn’t bring yourself to see him, knowing that you put him there. Your lack of training had done that to him. Steve had become increasingly concerned about you, checking in with you a few times a day, until he couldn’t find you in your room. You were in the training hall. Always.

If you had trained harder, you would have been able to control it. Bucky would be okay, you would be happy together and everything would be okay. You cursed yourself once again before grabbing one of the multiple mannequins you had lined up along the wall. You placed three in various positions before steadying yourself at the opposite end of the wall. You breathed slowly, then sped towards them, your feet lifting from the ground. You plunged your fist deep into the first one, picking up the broken model and throwing it at the second. You leapt high into the air, summoning all of the power you could muster and aiming it towards the final mannequin. A blast shot through the air and split the dummy in two. You remained in the air for a moment before lowering yourself to the ground and shooting blasts across the room in pure frustration.

“Woah!” a voice called out from the door, and you spun quickly to see Bucky bruised and beaten, but alive.

“Oh my god,” you brought your hand to your mouth and tears pricked your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to sprint into his arms, but something made you hesitate. Guilt.

“Babe?” Bucky spoke again, walking slowly towards you. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, your voice cracking. You crumbled to the floor, partially from exhaustion but also from the sheer amount of regret for what had happened. “I’m so sorry.”

Bucky rushed to your side, cuddling you into him. You just rocked yourself and repeated your apology over and over again.

“Baby,” he spoke softly, a tear falling from his eye. “There is nothing to be sorry for. You saved all of our asses out there. You know that right?”

“But I almost killed you.”

“I’m still here. You didn’t think you were gonna get rid of me already, did you?” he smirked, but the underlying emotion remained on his face. “Why are you in here? You need to take a break doll.”

You tilted your head to look at him, tears streaming down your face, “You said it yourself. I saved you all, but if I’m gonna do it again I need to practise. How are they going to tru-”

“Screw them all,” his face turned serious. “Really. Fuck ‘em. I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do. Please. You need to look after yourself, if not for you, for me.”

Bucky pleading was enough to bring you to your knees, “I love you Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.”

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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 11

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 1,917

!!Warnings!!: None. All Fluff.

Date: December 2016

Chapter Name: Twenty-Five

Brief Chapter Outline: It's the 24th of December. Gabrijela's 25th birthday. Cillian treats her to a wonderful day all dedicated to her.

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By the following morning, Cillian had left early. He wrote a letter to her before he left, stating where he had gone. He made sure to leave the spare key so she could lock up if she left. But she was more than welcome to stay as long as she wanted.

He smiled at her sleeping form, he leaned down and kissed her head and pulled the sheets up higher. He wished he could stay and hold her. But he knew he would get that chance very soon. He turned and left to head up to Manchester for some meeting with the cast and the crew. Before he had some other matters he had to do with some certain people for the coming new year and beyond.

Gabrijela woke up some hours later, stretching across the now cold bed. "Hm... Cillian?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She spotted the letter on the bedside table and grabbed it and read it.

She giggled to herself, "You cutie." She said. She spent the morning in bed, going through her phone. Ignoring more messages from Logan.

She finally got up and freshened herself in the bathroom, made breakfast with whatever he had in the pantry and watched some telly.

By afternoon, her phone rang and she saw it was Cillian, "Hi." She hummed.

"Hello, darling." He replied, his voice cheery. "Still at home?"

"Yep. I ate all the food, stealing half of your clothing and that fluffy throw you have on the couch." She teased.

He laughed, "Go ahead. I know where to find you." He said in a way her toes curled.

"Naughty." She giggled. "I'm gonna head back to my apartment soon, I'll keep the key on me in case I need to come back when I miss you." She said, playing with her hair.

"I'll be back by Sunday night. Then I'm off till mid-January. So you got me all to yourself when you leave." He said.

"Okay cool. My plane leaves on the 5th in the afternoon." She said softly.

"I'll be taking you there." She could hear the sadness in his tone, but it was bound to happen. She had to go back.

"I must go, darling. I'll call you later tonight, yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'll be waiting." She smiled, "Bye, Cillian."

"Bye-bye." He said and hung up.

The week was slow, she had caught up with some of the friends she had made. Logan tagged along, but she kept conversation with him short. It was clear he was pretty broken over the whole thing and tried many times to talk to her. Eventually, she gave in, despite her heartbreaking she invited him for dinner. They talked and mended their wounds before they finished the night with a good session of finishing off Supernatural. He stayed the night and she was glad they could part as good friends.

Sunday night, Gabrijela made a grand meal before Cillian came home. Lasagne with plenty of cheese that she managed to find from his hometown. Red wine she found in his wine rack, which was his favourite.

She set the table up and lit some candles, put on some romantic music. She was dressed in a suede green skirt with a split at the thigh, then a white off the shoulder crop top with flared sleeves. Beneath it, she wore a newly bought lingerie set that consisted of a strapless lace bodice with a floral design with a matching thong.

She went to the front door, waiting beside the stairs as the door unlocked and Cillian walked in with his suitcase. He looked up and gasped softly, "Gabrijela." He gave her a charming smile as he pulled the suitcase in and left it beside the door as he shut it. He took off his beanie he wore.

"Hello, welcome home." She cupped his face and kissed him sweetly.

His arms wrapped around her and hugged her tightly, one hand placed between her shoulder blades as he tipped her back.

"I could get used to this greeting." He murmured against her lips as he pecked them again.

"Good. I plan to do this often." She helped him out of his coat and hung it over the wooden railing on the stairs.

"And the smell..." He sniffed, "You cooked?"

"I did. Come on." She took his hand.

"Damn. Gabrijela... You didn't need to." He saw what she had done.

"I wanted to. You've been busy all week. It's only fair for you to come home to something delicious." She giggled.

"You mean yourself or the food?" He pulled her close.

"Cheeky man." She kissed him again. "Let's eat."

The night was cozy and they ended it with a glass of red before the fire. She had set up the living room with pillows all around and a throw. Despite the romantic mood she had set out and a plan to do other things, she could see Cillian was tired and managed to get him to get comfy and sleep.

It was her turn to hold him before she also drifted to sleep.

Birthday Girl

Cillian surprised her morning with a gift. She giggled as she sat kneeling on the floor, "You didn't need to." She said.

"Hush. Open it." He said, kneeling in front of her. Music played in the background.

She first read the letter and her heart melted. It was very sweet and beautiful. She unwrapped the wrapping then popped open the box before she let out a gasp.

"Cillian, oh god..." Inside the box was a gold chain, with a fairly large opal with such vibrant colours. The pendant was of a sunburst, and within the points were smaller pieces of opal. "Oh my god. It's beautiful." She cried, a hand over her mouth. Then she looked up at him and threw her arms around his neck.

He smiled and hugged her, "Do you like it?"

"Cillian. I don't like it, I love it! It's perfect! God this must've cost you so much. God. Cillian. It's stunning." She was in a total loss for words. "You really got a keen eye." She added. She had eyed the pendant a while back, and he must've picked up how much she loved it.

"Let me put it on." He said and took the box. He pulled the chain out and went behind her as he laid it around her neck.

His fingers brushed the nape of her neck, she reached up to touch the pendant gently.

Cillian kissed her bare shoulder, "You deserve so much more." He murmured, and she turned to him. His heart melted at her beautiful smile and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I best get ready." She giggled and stood. "Thank you again, Cillian."

"Don't thank me. You don't need to." He said and she giggled and hurried upstairs to change. She had already packed her bags for the next couple of days, and some presents she managed to buy for his family.

She changed into a wine-red turtle neck jumper tucked into a high-waist black and white checkered pant and white trainers. She made sure her necklace was visible before she grabbed her bag and headed down.

Cillian had chosen to dress in black jeans, a blue sweater and then a black leather looking jacket on top with a checkered pattern within.

"Cutie." She said and stepped close, kissing him sweetly.

"Beautiful." He smiled and kissed her cheek as they made their way out.

Taking the Tube, they got off at Westminster Abbey before they got onto a boat to have breakfast on the Thames.

Once they arrived back, she was all giddy from the ride.

"Really good food. Where are we going now?" She asked.

"You'll see." He said and they walked until they reached Trafalgar Square. He took her towards the museum.

"Cillian, no." She gasped. She had wanted to go here, but she never got the chance to. Lucia didn't like these things, but she did.

"Gabrijela, yes." He drawled out, laughing at her reaction.

"You are spoiling me too much!" She stayed close to his side as they entered the building. They wandered around, admiring the paintings, and Cillian took some stylish photos of her. He still found it odd from the angles and close up's she wanted but he enjoyed it either way.

When she was standing before a large painting, he swept her in his arms and kissed her.

She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "What was that for?" She asked as they broke apart. Some old ladies gave them odd looks.

"Cause I wanted to." He rubbed his nose against hers.

She sighed in delight as they finished their tour of the museum. Next stop was Waterstones across the Square. After some new books she bought, they headed up to Oxford Street and Bond Street for the rest of the afternoon.

"I honestly don't know how I'm gonna fit this in my suitcase." She said as they headed home in a taxi. "I hope it's not gonna cost me if I go over the scale."

"You can always send things back." He said.

"True. Maybe I'll do that. God knows what else I'll find in Cork." She laughed.

They took a quick stop at her apartment so she could drop off the things she had bought today. She made sure she had everything locked up and her valuables were kept at his home. Everything else was just clothing.

Back into the taxi, they continued on.

It began to pour when they got to the front door of his house, they were lucky to have clear skies all day.

Gabrijela started up the fire and turned on the lights on the Christmas Tree and the lights in the window and outside.

Every year she would go to midnight mass with her family, not once she had missed it. And tonight she would do it despite being exhausted and needing to be up early tomorrow.

They had dinner before the fire, Cillian cooking. Then she refreshed herself and off to church they went. Cillian wasn't big on religion but he had thought the ceremony was nice. As well as her singing.

They retired for the night, cuddling in bed. She was dressed in one of his shirts.

"Today was perfect." She said softly.

"I'm glad you liked it. I tried to squeeze in everything you mentioned you liked to do." He ran his fingers along her back.

"You did an amazing job, Cillian. I cannot believe you would do all that for me." She looked up at him.

"I care a lot for you and I... I wanted to make you feel special today." He kissed her softly.

She melted into the kiss, "I really like you, Cillian. Like a lot." She admitted softly. She wasn't ready for the three words, yet.

"I really like you to, Gabrijela. More than anyone and anything." He held her hand to his chest.

She smiled and laid her head down on his shoulder, the pendant resting between her breasts. Warm and safe.

Like how she was right now in his arms.

She wasn't sure how she was going to feel when she would have to leave him behind. But she didn't want to think about that right now, she would remember the moment and enjoy it while it lasted.

Sleep overtook her and she had a smile planted on her face all night long.

#cillian murphy #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #fanfiction

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cowplant-pizza · 5 years

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Strangerville Review

first of all, thank you to ea for giving me early access to this game pack through the game changer program. all of these screenshots have been presented to you by the ea game changers.

Ratings:

CAS 9/10

Build/Buy 8/10

World 9/10

Gameplay 7/10

Story 6/10

Overall 7/10

So I really want to be as honest as I possibly can with you guys. Game changers get a lot of stick for licking EA’s asses but I don’t see the point in lying to you all and singing praises that I don’t agree with so just know that this review is my own words and honest thoughts. Lets begin

You can see both cas and build/buy items here. Credit to @wildlyminiaturesandwich for this!

CAS

I loved the CAS stuff, well, most of it. Everyone was so crazy about those dreads but I just wasn’t feeling them! I love dreads and basically always have my sims of colour donning them, but I felt like these just looked a bit weird? They fell awkwardly around the face and it looked like someone had used some hairspray to give it volume but really failed?? Idk, thats my opinion. I know a lot of people really love them so Im not gonna shit on that but I just felt they could’ve been made to look a bit more natural and a lot less stiff. Apart from that though, and the awful swatches on the cowboy boots and the low rise jeans, I seriously adored the aesthetic of the cas stuff. I loved all of the female stuff and the male tops were to die for. It’s a shame males got less stuff again, some more army inspired clothes or even tattoos could’ve been cool here but we need to remember that this is a game pack and not an expansion. For a game pack, we got quite a lot of stuff in cas. It’s definitely a western style with a cowboy theme, so if you’re not a fan of that, you wont like the cas stuff.

Build/Buy

I’m not a huge builder, but when I do build, I love vintage stuff and clutter! This pack definitely gave us both of these things. The debug menu is chock full of clutter that will be used in loads of different places. The only complaint I have is a) the style is very scify and probably wont be used in a home b) certain items in the debug menu that are to do with the story (ie. a hazmat suit) is just a parcel in build/buy mode. I get why that is but… it would’ve been cool to have the actual suit to place instead of a tiny parcel that the suit would never realistically fit in lmao

World

The world is beautiful. It gives me huge ts3 vibes. It looks like Willow Creek and Oasis Springs had a baby. My only complaints for the world is that you will get infected/possessed sims walking around and ruining the realism for you and also that most of my favorite parts of the world (downtown) are just deco.

Gameplay

The new gameplay is directly linked to the story but I decided to do them as two separate things because I enjoyed the gameplay actions more than the story itself. The new interactions were super cute but very limited and very repetitive. After you’ve done it once and had a giggle over it, it will probably get tiring to do it again… and again, which is what the story expects you to do.

Story

To begin with, I was having a lot of fun with the story, until I hit a bug for whatever reason and I couldn’t obtain an item I needed to continue. A lovely game changer helped me and told me I could purchase the item from the debug list buuuuut that doesn’t really fix the issue in the first place does it. The fact that I had to cheat to carry on really just ruined it for me tbh. The start of the story was new and quirky and it felt super fresh. It didn’t feel like I was playing the sims, but a side game of the sims. However as I progressed, I was constantly reminded that I was playing the sims, as Johnny needed to eat and sleep and poop ect. So I ended up cheating there too and turning off his needs cause I just couldn’t manage both at once. Maybe that’s because I was rushing to finish the story for you guys, but it did definitely feel like you had to choose one or the other. I also decided to quit his job right at the beginning because already his days were so busy I had no clue how on earth I would finish in time if he had to go to work to. So after the bug, you had to start doing stuff and requesting items from people. And heres the catch: you had to be good friends with them. This was taking honestly forever so I had to cheat in order to get their friendship levels up. I don’t want to spoil anything sooo SPOILER ALERT DONT READ THIS IN THE BRACKETS [when you vaccinated a possessed sim and asked them to come and fight mother with you, you had to be good friends with them so they accepted. this was SUCH a drag because you needed 15 spores and 1 fruit to make a vaccine so if they said lol thanks 4 curing me but nah i aint gonna help you just wasted an entire vaccine. so i ended up just using mccc to cheat their friendships up to max so they couldn’t say no]. I know even now that I will not be replaying the story unless I have to to get rid of the possessed sims in the world. I LOVE the world and I really do hope there’s a way (or a future mod) to turn them off because they are really distracting from every day sim life.

Overall

If you wanna buy this pack for the aesthetics and items I would highly encourage it. I personally think the items alone give us enough content to make it worth while. However, as I have said, I do slightly feel like the storyline is forced upon you where as I think it should be totally optional. Not all of us like stories whereas some people love them and I think whoever we are we should be able to opt in or out of a piece of gameplay that we purchase. If you wanna buy it for the story only, I would… eh… I dunno what I’d do. I wasn’t overwhelmed by it. It wasn’t shocking or creepy as advertised. But it certainly was a fun new type of gameplay that I am excited to see them use in the future maybe with some other ideas!

I hope this made sense, I just sort of word vomited all of this down! Hopefully some one will find this review helpful lol

#sims 4 #strangerville #strangerville spoilers #strangerville build/buy #strangerville story #strangerville CAS #EA Game Changers #game changer

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atopearth · 5 years

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Shall We Date? Ninja Shadow Part 7 - Kagura Route

Can see why everyone is surprised that Kagura will be watching over the heroine since he changes into a completely different person when he’s fighting. Most of the time, Kagura is very nice though. Let’s see how he came to be like this… Aww Kagura caught her when she fell off her ladder or whatever, I love how instead of the usual cliche where they would notice how close they are and immediately get off each other, Kagura instead tells her that’s it’s okay and she can take her time (getting off him) just in case she’s still hurt or shocked I guess lol. He’s considerate! Wow though, does Kagura take care of the whole Meiko Salon himself in terms of customer service, bookkeeping, ordering stuff etc?! Does he even sleep..?

It’s difficult for Kagura to warn the heroine about how crazy he gets when he takes off his eye patch, so I really felt that the other guys should have warned her, I mean it’s a sudden change and that Kagura even said that her being backup for Kagura meant having to stop him from going on a rampage once he changes, so I think the heroine should have been prepared about that. Especially since that Kagura nearly killed her. It felt kinda terrible to see Kagura go back to normal and blame himself for having done such a thing to the heroine though… Nice of the heroine to offer Kagura her lap so he can sleep better😊 Hmm so some kind of mission nearly broke Kagura mentally and that’s what brought about his second personality “Homura” who now takes care of all the killing and violent things that the normal Kagura can’t, so really, Homura is there to protect Kagura’s fragile heart that can’t take all that. I’m so glad the heroine scolded him for giving his life away so easily when Suetsugu wanted to kill them for being rude, Kagura needs to learn to treasure himself more! I’m so glad she stopped him before Kagura killed himself because he felt like he deserved to die since he can’t keep Homura at bay anymore and he thinks that he’s done too many bad things to ever be forgiven. I don’t know what Kagura is talking about, but just as the heroine said, she was already so torn over her brother’s death, she definitely doesn’t want to see others she cares about die ever again. Also, she’s right, Homura is just protecting Kagura, he may be a bit crazy and eccentric but that doesn’t mean he is a bad “person”.

It’s difficult to see Kagura and Homura changing between each other haphazardly since it shows how unstable Kagura is, does that mean Kagura destroyed Wakasa’s village or something? Homura is actually kinda amusing though, he’s very laidback but definitely genuinely cares for Kagura. It’s hard for the heroine to refute Homura on how they should be living to atone rather than yearning for death when her brother was killed by Suetsugu and she’ll never forgive Suetsugu for that. As someone who destroyed a whole village, how could Kagura bear the burden of all those lives and how it had tormented Wakasa to this day? How could Wakasa ever forgive him, whatever the reason was? It seems that Wakasa is more okay with it than I thought as long as he gets to know why. I guess that makes it even harder for Kagura to take it.

Not surprised that Homura waving around the dagger trying to hurt the heroine eventually made them realise she’s a woman when they slashed open her kimono, luckily Makoto came in time to protect her, but now Kagura is confined to his room. At least the heroine visits him every day giving him food and a daily update on what’s going on, maybe he’ll calm down a bit more and understand the heroine’s feelings better this way. She would never want to hurt Kagura. So, he was a part of the legion of ninja sent to destroy Wakasa’s village and he was one of the key ninjas… Glad Makoto picked him up when he was dying on the road, but I guess we should be glad for Homura’s existence because at that time Kagura told Makoto and them to kill him, so he was planning to leave him but when Kagura’s different coloured eye had tears and his hand clung to Makoto’s coat, how could he not save Kagura? I just never realised that Kagura went through rehabilitation and mostly worked at the Meiko Salon, he didn’t join the vigilante until just a bit before the heroine joined.

So, Wakasa was the first that went into a frenzy and killed Kagura’s subordinates slowly and cruelly with his drugs. Who wouldn’t if they had to see their village being destroyed? And the reason why Kagura was so injured that he needed Makoto to save him was because the Iga Ninjas ( Kagura’s clan) were fighting over the reward money and killed each other over it. Kagura didn’t want to be a part of it since he doesn’t care about money but they wouldn’t let him leave, and so Kagura ended up being the only survivor. I’m kinda disappointed that the heroine plans to go along with Toru in order to receive medicine from him that will merge Kagura and Homura. It’s not that I don’t understand her concern considering how unstable they are, but I feel like merging them would be cruel to both. They’re independent personalities that care for each other now…

It’s nice that Homura told the heroine of Kagura’s feelings but I guess that only made her resolve more firm to getting the medicine…not that I approve. Well, I’m not surprised that Toru gave the heroine to Willem to sell her as a test subject for medicine, I’m just kinda surprised that the heroine is shocked when they’re obviously not good people.. She could have escaped if they weren’t on a ship :( Luckily she acted so suspiciously in front of Kagura, it would be surprising if they didn’t follow and chase after her lol. Glad Wakasa and them knew to come along too! I’m glad Kagura could finally face Wakasa and sort things out, it’s impossible to forgive it, but considering the burden and guilt Kagura bore all these years and with Makoto asking Wakasa to forgive Kagura as well, things ended up fine.

It’s kinda funny to see Homura tease Kagura since he’s like teasing himself about him liking the heroine, especially when Homura tries to move closer to the heroine but Kagura gets so embarrassed about it hahaha. It felt really heartwarming to see them kiss tbh, just because it felt like they had to go through so many things to get to this point and I guess, the heroine really opened him up and saved him! XD Although it felt pretty anticlimactic in terms of how everything resolved, but I think it kinda shows that what’s important isn’t how it’s resolved or even whether it can be resolved, but instead the fact that you face the problem and try to resolve it. Facing it is the hardest part and it took Kagura many years to do that since he always tried to escape from it with death, with the existence of Homura and by hiding himself. It was especially great to see Kagura truly smile with such happiness!

It was so funny when Suetsugu’s assassination went well and Kagura went to Makoto apologising for the trouble he had caused, and so he said Kagura’s punishment would be increased workload at the Meiko Salon, and lmao that Kagura was grateful for the punishment whereas Homura was shocked that they had to do even more work hahaha. Otherwise though, it was pretty cool to see both Kagura and Homura interchangeably fight with their particular strengths. Hahaha omg when Kagura said he only takes off his eye patch and looks at his prey with both his eyes and the heroine thought he was going to punish her hahaha. It’s so cute how Kagura and Homura are so honest with their feelings now, so honest to the point that it’s too much since he does it in front of all the guys too hahahah.

Hahahah I love how Homura and Kagura are arguing about whose number one to the heroine and flirting with her in front of Makoto’s room😂 It’s nice to see Wakasa and Kagura hope to become friends from now on. Anyway, I quite liked this route, it’s not my favourite but I think it was very interesting to see the overlap with Ninja Assassin and have Wakasa be quite an integral part of the story. I just finished Wakasa’s route recently so I feel like Kagura’s route helped to round things up better with the background to Wakasa’s village. Considering the split personality, it was natural that it would be the main focus of the route but I also feel like there wasn’t enough romantic moments for me to think that they matched together. However, I do like how cute it is that both Kagura and Homura are so attached to the heroine lol.

#ninja shadow

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jisungsmochi · 6 years

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end up here; lee donghyuck part one

finally posting another imagine! this is based off the 5 Seconds of Summer song because i can’t seem to think of an original storyline at the moment lmao. anyways, pls enjoy & send requests if you have any!

A/N: part two will be uploaded tomorrow!!!

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You walked in, everyone was asking for your name

You just smiled and told them “Trouble”

My head spins, I’m pressed against the wall

Just watching your every move,

You’re way too cool

And you’re coming this way

His eyes followed her every move from the moment she entered the classroom, his peers were whispering to each other, glancing at the new girl. His mouth hung open as his friends were trying to get his attention

“Hey, Hyuck?” Jaemin flicked the zoned out boy, on the shoulder, causing him to snap out of his small trance.

“Y-yeah?” he answered back, ignoring Jaemin’s actions

“Whatcha looking at?” Jaemin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Jeno who was ready to introduce himself to the new girl. Donghyuck’s eyes widened as he saw his friend approach the girl before tapping her on the shoulder. The two boys who were seated, watched as Jeno began speaking to her. They couldn’t pin point any specific words that were being said, but the conversation was cut short when Jeno spun on his heel, waddling his way back to his seat.

“What did you say to her?” Donghyuck asked, trying not to sound too interested at that point.

“Well since I’m class president, I thought I should have been the first to introduce myself, so when I asked her for her name, and she just said ‘Trouble’” Jeno explained, causing Jaemin to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, but Donghyuck let out a small chuckle.

He thought you were absolutely captivating, from the way you shot down Jeno, to the way you placed all your items on your desk neatly, not focusing on anybody but the teacher. To say the least, Donghyuck was intrigued by you, but he just didn’t know if he could talk to you, if Jeno, the most popular boy in the grade, couldn’t hold a proper conversation with you, what chance did he have?

As class ended, the three boys made their way the front of the school, stopping by Jaemin’s locker first. They were discussing plans for the weekend, Donghyuck wasn’t listening as attentively as he should have been. His mind kept wandering to the mysterious girl who had barely said a word since she stepped foot in the school. Suddenly, almost as if it was on cue, the girl he had been wondering about, waltzed her way through the hall. She held her books close to her chest, her black leather boots tapping on the ground harshly, her face was unreadable, no expression could be clearly made, and she was coming his way.

Donghyuck panicked, he glanced to see if his friends noticed she was walking closer to them, but they were looking at some comics that Jaemin had randomly found in his locker. Donghyuck’s palms became sweaty, he looked at the girl, making direct eye contact, he couldn’t get out of it now. Before he knew it, there you were, standing in front of him. You reached to about his shoulder, having to tilt your head to properly look at him,

“Um excuse me? you’re standing in front of my locker” you politely tell him, waiting for him to move. Donghyuck mentally face palmed himself, muttering a short apology before moving towards his friends. You watched as he hung his head low, trying to insert himself into the small huddle with his friends.

How did we end up talking in the first place?

You said you liked my Cobain shirt

Now we’re walking back to your place

You’re telling me how you love that song

About living on a prayer, pretty sure that we’re half way there

And when I wake up next to you I wonder how,

How did we end up here?

As you put your books in your locker, you kept stealing glimpses at him, although you could only see his back. You closed your locker with a slight bang, thinking to yourself ‘here goes nothing’. You tapped his shoulder, waiting for him to turn around, internally preparing yourself to talk to him.

“I really like your Cobain shirt, I haven’t seen this design before” you compliment him, hoping you didn’t immediately make the atmosphere awkward.

He was startled by your question, genuinely taken back by your small frame in front of him once again.

“O-oh thanks! It was my dad’s, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen the design before. I really like your uh jacket” he blurted out, not properly processing any word that left his mouth.

“Thanks, I’m y/n by the way, I came here like yesterday” you placed your hand to shake his, he quickly took it and gave your hand a soft squeeze, his cheeks feeling hotter by the minute.

“I’m Donghyuck” you nodded along with him, pulling your hand away and placing them inside your pockets.

“I’ll see you around” you gave him a small smile before walking off to your next class.

Donghyuck waited until you were out of sight, before turning back to his friends, who’s jaws were dropped.

“What was that about?” Jaemin smirked, giving the rose coloured boy, a nudge.

“Nothing, she just complimented my shirt” he shrugged, playing it off as something insignificant.

“I can’t believe she spoke to you first; did she tell you her name?” Jeno questioned, referring to last period where you completely shut down his attempt to talk to you.

“yeah she did tell me her name, and is it bad she spoke to me first? Maybe I’m a catch” Donghyuck shrugged before swinging his backpack over his shoulder

“See you later losers” he teased before pushing open the doors of the school and making his way home.

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As he made his way to the front of the school, he saw you sitting at the bottom of the staircase, tapping on your phone.

He looked around, seeing if you were waiting for anybody, before he could have a proper look around, you were one step ahead of him. You skipped up the stairs, giving him a small wave, in which he reciprocated.

“Fancy seeing you again” you joked, watching as his face softened upon looking at yours.

“It’s not like you just saw me like 5 minutes ago” he rolled his eyes playfully, watching as you pushed some hair behind your ears.

“what were you doing, sitting on the steps?” he questioned.

“well, I was dropped off at school this morning and now I have no idea how to get home? I was going to call my brother but he’s busy and my parents are at work” you sighed, gripping your phone in your hand a bit tighter.

“oh that sucks, where about do you live? Maybe I can help” he offered generously, making your face instantly light up.

“yes! Here’s my address” you showed him your phone which had you address written in your notes, he glared at the screen for a few seconds before looking back at you.

“This is actually going to sound crazy, but you live on the next street to mine, we can walk home together” he recommended, which immediately made you blush. Hoping he wouldn’t notice, you nod quickly, turning to walk down the stairs as he trailed behind you.

As you walked next to each other, part of you both wanted to start a conversation.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but judging from your outfit, I assume you like rock music?” He stammered, shoving his hands inside his pockets, awaiting your answer.

“I guess so, I’m not a die-hard fan but it’s pretty good, it’s all my parents listen to during Sunday cleaning so” you chuckled softly, which made his face light up even more.

“Same, my parents play Michael Jackson any chance they get” he shook his head slightly, kicking some small rocks that were on the sidewalk.

“On the topic of music, I really like that song, about living on a prayer? Bon Jovi I think” you rambled on, not sure if he was still interested in the conversation.

“yes!” he stopped to high five you, the contact making you both widen your eyes at each other and retract your hands.

When you reached your house, you invited him in to continue your current conversation on how you plan on spending your weekend.

“I’m going somewhere with Jeno and Jaemin, the guys I was with earlier” he explained as he took a seat on your desk chair.

“Ahh I see, was Jeno the one who tried to talk to me?” you snickered, thinking back to the encounter.

“Yeah, he was pretty cut that you shut him down” you both laughed at the situation.

Before you knew it, you were both sitting on your bed, listening to random albums you found in your room whilst chatting about random topics. Every time you spoke, he would make sure to be fully attentive, not missing a single word you were saying. You felt his eyes on you, making you blush, hoping he wouldn’t say anything if he did see your cheeks heating up. On the other hand, he was filled with nerves, unsure of how to answer you or what to say to you. Despite that, he felt comfortable with you, as if he had known you for a while. You reciprocated those feelings, at ease that you found someone new who you didn’t feel like you had to try hard to impress. That was the thing, you didn’t need to try at all. To him, you were already incredible.

You both lost track of time, which was signalled when there was a knock on your bedroom door. It woke Donghyuck, who glanced down at you, who was fast sleep. It was around 6:30pm, not too late for him to rush home. You wriggled underneath your sheets, your eyes opening to meet Donghyuck lying next to you. Your eyes widened when the knock was heard again. Your brother opened the door, glancing between you and Donghyuck who immediately shuffled away from you and stood at your desk.

“You finally made friends!” your brother teased before announcing “Dinner’s being delivered, you’re lucky mum and dad aren’t here to see this” he chuckled as he closed the door, leaving you embarrassed and Donghyuck, in shock.

“Are you going to be in trouble?” he rushed to you.

“No, my brother just likes to tease me, and my parents wouldn’t mind if you came over to be honest, I don’t usually bring around a lot of friends anyway” you shrugged, laying back down and patting the space next to you for him to lay.

He thought to him, how did I end up here?

#lee donghyuck #donghyuck #haechan #haechan imagine #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct dream #nct 127 #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenario #nct 127 imagine #lee donghyuck imagine #high school haechan #kwonshines masterlist

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

#lbaf

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liminoidal · 6 years

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All the 50 qs for Icio

My fish kid?? 0^0 im stoked

Their age? - They are 420 (blaze it)

Their sexuality/sexual preference? - They can be interested in anyone, but let’s be real, they have only ever been interested in Juni (so Junisexual?)

Any siblings/Only child? - They are an only child by birth, but they like to think they have a found family rn.

Their favourite season? - There aren’t seasons on Dryas like Earth? But they prefer the colder months cuz they prefer long skirts and that lifestyle is not hopping during the warm and humid months.

Who were/are their parents/guardians? - Their birth mother was a bitch, their birth father likely didn’t know they existed, but the Templar Koda (who raised them) was pretty chill.

Their gender? - They are a fish person who was raised by a bunch of trees, gender is the least of their problems.

Their date of birth? - October 23--yes they are the dreaded Scorpio.

What clothing style? - They love long skits and crop tops, and since they don’t need the templar cowl, they love sleeveless shirts.

What is their favourite food after a break-up? - They’ve never had a break-up? The closest they got was when they weren’t able to talk to Juni, and then they just kinda... Didn’t eat lmao.

Their favourite thing to do after a break-up? - They are a meditation freak normally, but when Juni is mad at them they meditate like constantly. Also, painting nails is super relaxing in their opinion.

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character? - I mean them and Juni are soulmates, so they just tease her and also privately worship her, and also like. So much sex. Seriously it’s kinda embarrassing at some point.

How many serious relationships have they been in? - One? With Pan, praise be to him. Lmao, jk, they have only ever been with Juni because templars take a vow of celibacy.

What is their nationality? - They are Dryad by nurture, but half-Theuthidan half-human by nature.

What languages do they speak? - They speak Dryad, Common, Binary, and learned Theuthidan curses just to curse them out.

What is their profession/Education? - They were educated as a templar, so they have extensive magic and religious education.

Their favourite comfort food? - They drink tea to be comforted.

What’s a food they hate? - They hate the idea of fish. Even if they hate Theuthida, it just makes them viscerally uncomfortable.

Their music taste? - They are the person that turns on the “lo-fi beats to study to” playlist and listens religiously.

Is there a story behind their name/meaning? - Their mom didn’t want to be associated with them, so she gave them their father’s surname and picked a random first name.

Something they do that seems childish to others? - Their first time sleeping with Juni was... Rough, to say the least. And overall, they missed out on a lot growing up with templars, so their excitement for parties is kinda childlike. They are also stubborn in their self-hatred, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary.

What is their all-time favourite TV show? - They’ve never seen a TV show? But if they were gonna like anything, it would probably be Steven Universe or Adventure Time.

What is their all-time favourite movie? - They love Finding Nemo. They might have a few issues with their family.

How big is their family? - 16? Their found family is pretty big.

Are they close to anyone specific in the family? - They are closest to Juni obvs, but they are getting really close with Castor and Ciri. Them and Nivviah have a bond through shared heritage (that took a bit to get used to), they are good friends with Val, and Venus (and soon Flor) and them have weekly spa nights where they gossip about the ship and give fashion tips.

Have they got any allergies? - They are allergic to weed. The irony hasn’t stopped hitting them this entire year.

Are they an emotional person? - They specifically are not, mostly because their wild magic and their emotions are tied in odd ways. Sometimes it can lead to gross things like a third eye. Sometimes it can be more... dangerous, like lightning in their hands or poison in the air.

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly? - No, they have meditation for that.

What are some of their guilty pleasures? - They really like standing in front of the mirror and just... adding spells to make it seem like they are full human, or dryad. It’s a nice thought, but then the spell fades and they get a bit sad.

Do they have pets? Do they want pets? - They don’t have pets and they don’t fully understand the concept like... You just own little creatures? And call them names? Why?

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids? - They have loved kids for years. Between away missions, they would read stories to the orphans and help them go to sleep. They do have kids, and they are working on accepting that. One of them is literally a soul attached to a locket, and the other two are snilds (snake childs).

Who’s cuddle buddy are they? - They are Juni’s cuddle buddy, and sometimes the rest of the team in they feel like they need it.

Do they have any tattoos? - Nope, unless you count the scales.

Do they have any piercings? - Nope, they are not into pain like that.

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour? - Their hair color is light auburn and yes, it is that way by nature, despite all evidence that might point otherwise.

Do they like musicals? - They hadn’t heard a musical until [insert name here] introduced them to the concept. Now they listen to Next to Normal religiously.

Do they like marmite? - They don’t know what a marmite is and at this point they are too afraid to ask.

Do they like glitter? - They love glitter but like it’s not very good for their scales cuz if you think it takes forever to get off of human skin, you have never had glitter stuck between a couple of scales.

Do they believe in the supernatural? - They are a religious person, and even if they weren’t, at this point they’ve seen too much proof to refute it.

Have they ever seen a dead body? - Bitch, they’ve caused dead bodies.

Have they ever had a near-death experience? - Yup. It ended in their first son dying and being put in a necklace. They don’t really wanna experience that shit again. Knowing Castor, it probably will happen again.

Have they ever broken a bone? - Nah, they’ve been super careful about that stuff.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they? - They are an honest and giggly drunk. It’s not as fun as it sounds.

Have they ever drunk underage? - They barely got to drink overage, they are 420.

What is the first thing they do when they wake up? - They meditate for awhile, usually talking to Heron but sometimes just on their own, pondering… Everything.

Do they consider themselves popular? - Not really? That was always Juni. Their inferiority complex has always been a barrier to them seeking out friendships, and they genuinely like alone time. (They say to themself, quietly dying of loneliness on the side when Juni is with other people.) But they’re working on it. They’ve got the Freedom Vessel now.

How do they like their tea/coffee? - They like that plain leaf water, and can’t drink coffee.

What do they smell like? - Slightly fish-y? Not a lot because they don’t like go in water very much, but a little. Also a lot like trees, specifically Juni.

Are they a virgin? - Not since they left Dryas they’re not. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do they wear glasses/contacts? - Nope, they got that good fish eyesight.

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc? - Normally yeah. Sometimes it slips their mind, but they are also four centuries old, so they sometimes ask for some graciousness. (*eyes Juni freaking out a hundred years ago for accidentally forgetting to say “happy birthday” one freaking time)

#dnd #icio #reformatted

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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i cant tell if u like all snez or just sick snez, but if ur interested in allergy prompts u could write jughead having a fit because of dust on the film reels at the drive in?

( all snz is good snz anon..I live for allergies..this one is on the shorter side because this is snz with no plot lmao..here’s more j\ug snz, which I’m enjoying writing a little shh..very slight mess warning, more spray than actual mess)

Cinema was one of Jughead’s prime passions, this magical art form that felt like home. A home where his family, on their very few good days, could turn to, through the likes of the Twilight Drive In where his family could be a family. Here he could lose himself in the magic of ET, feeling happy for once with his whole family finally together at peace.

Cinema was also his home away from home. It had always been such, serving as his escape when his parents would start fighting and he would just pop in Star Wars for the hundredth time and pretend he was with Luke and friends, and not in this shitty world.

When he’d gotten older Jughead had began to appreciate cinema in a finer, more artistic level, analysing shot compositions and musical scores, the usage of colour and the certain beats in the acting. It had become a beautiful source of art that taught him much about the world, and about himself, that he could also turn to when things took a turn for the worse.

The cinema once again became a home to him, and this time a literal home, when things in his family turned for the worst and he was forced to live in one. It wasn’t the worst situation, he could be sleeping on park benches or underneath bridges, here he had a bed and an albeit shitty, but still did the job radiator, money, and of course free access to the cinema. However some days, the Drive In wasn’t too kind to Jughead.

It had all started when he headed to the Drive In after school, where and as he made his way to the entrance he was caught by his boss.

“Jughead!” He called out.

“Hey,” Jughead greeted.

“Just want to give ya the schedule for tonight,” He announced, giving him a list, and then pulled out a ten dollar bill out of his pocket, handing it to a very confused Jughead.

“It’s a long night tonight Jug, go buy yourself some snacks,” His boss told him before leaving.

Jughead gave him a thankful smile and made his way over to the food stand where he bought himself a large soda, a large bag of chips, a hot dog and fries, bringing them all back to the little projection booth he called home.

Setting down what he had been holding on a little table, he pulled out the list given to him by his boss and reviewed the schedule for tonight. Shattered Glass for the 6 o clock movie, Rudderless for the 8 o clock movie and finally Night of the Hunter for the 10 o clock movie.

Jughead blinked, while these movies were great, they were very uncommon. They weren’t the typical new releases or art house indies or classic cinema that usually came up on the itinerary, which Jughead found himself excited for.

That was until he realised he would have to handle the dusting pile of reels rather than the clean pile of reels that were set to their own pile because they were used more often or the new pile of reels they had gotten from companies.

It was no secret Jughead had quite a sensitive nose, wondering what it was like for people like Archie who could go days and sometimes weeks without sneezing, when he was sneezed at least every few hours each day. Many things set his nose off, but nothing more so than dust.

Jughead grimaced, breathing out as he braced himself for what was to come, knowing this was practically inevitable. He inhaled sharply, seeing if he could get through this without breathing and approached one pile of the dusty reels, lifting some to see what they were titled to attempt and locate the reels he needed. As he did the dust shook off, flying out into the air around him.

Jughead pulled his head back away from the cloud of dust, scrunching his nose to try and stop the particles from entering his nose, but to no avail the little flecks began to tickle the insides of his nose, rummaging around and irritating the already quite sensitive lining.

His breath immediately began to hitch, as he put down the dusty Once reel down, his nostrils quivering with irritation as he backed off from the dusty corner, cupping his hands around his nose and mouth in preparation for the coming sneezes. What Jughead forgot was the fact that his hands were coated in dust, causing the turning point in his battle against the tickle.

“hhahhhiiIITTSSHHOOO!! hehh..hhIISSHHHOOO! oh Jesus fuck, hahhSHHHIEWW!”

Jughead groaned tiredly, rubbing irritably at his nose. He scrunched it to try and force the irritation out of there, but to no avail. He sniffled wetly, the tickle still there, out of his reach, lingering. His eyes watered, breath hitching slightly with a staccato rhythm, nose twitching every so often but not allowing him to sneeze, leaving him in this dreadful limbo of a buildup.

Jughead continued to rummage through the likes of movie reels, eyes watering more and more as he did so. A few irritated tears managed to escape his reddened eyes, dropping down his cheek as he awkwardly tried to wipe them away. His hat had started to collect with dust, so he yanked the grey object off his hair and tossed it towards his bed. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he located Shattered Glass, pulling the reel out, but effectively causing it to spew out yet another cloud of dust, heading straight towards his face.

Jughead gasped as this dust cloud practically viciously attacked him, desperately fanning at his face as the burning, tickling sensation filled his sinuses and caused his eyes to produce more irritated tears that fell down his face. His nostrils flared, a slight sheen of mess lining them, as he hitched desperately, the tickle so intense that he was mentally begging for the sneeze to just happen. Finally, his body allowed him to as he pitched forward and bent at the waist.

“..hh..hhRRSSCHHHOOO! ..hahh..hehh..hahh!!…hehhhtSCHHIIEWWWW!! HhaaSSSHOOO! hehhEEEHHSHOOOO! Oh mby god..”

A fine mist of spray lightly coated the reel he had been holding, causing him to cringe and wipe away at it with his hat, and proceeded to settle the reel down at the table.

Just as he felt a wave of relief, he suddenly realised that he still had to go looking for two other reels for the night. He groaned softly as he took in his fate, taking note of his available options as he sat down on the bed. He could give his poor nose a break for now, go looking for the other reel towards the third act of this movie and then do the same for the next movie, but suffer three different fits, or he could find them all now at the cost of one, but intense and overpowering fit that will take a while to recover from.

Jughead sucked in a breath, braving himself and opting to go for the latter. He got up, eyeing the pile of dusty reels and exhaled, mentally trying to prepare himself.

He took a look at one higher up shelf, noticing a pattern in which there were quite a few music movies stacked together. Jughead figured that maybe he would be able to find Rudderless amongst these reels, and reached up, lifting to try and find the film he was looking for, at the expense of causing dust and little dust bunnies to fall from the shelf, practically right into his face and thus his suffering nostrils.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jug–hehh!! hahhTSCHHIEWWW! fuck..hehhtssSSSCHOOO! hahhRRRSHHH! hahhEETSCHH! hAAHHIISHHH!!”

Jughead pulled a reel out, and to his delight it was in fact, Rudderless. Letting out a sigh of relief, he blew the dust away from it which made his nose twitch yet again. Rolling his eyes with annoyance, he sneezed into his shoulder, “hheehhhEETSCCHH!!”

“I hate mby life,” Jughead groaned as he sniffled wetly, reaching for a some toilet paper he had stolen from the bathroom for his makeshift home and blew, exhausted and drained. He wiped at the irritated tears streaming down his face, finding it hard to keep his eyes open now that they were so tired of crying. He rubbed aggressively at his itchy nose, sucking in a breath and mentally preparing for the final reel.

Jughead began to aggressively search for the Night of the Hunter, hoping doing so would get it over with faster but only proceeded in throwing more dust into the air at an alarming rate.

“hehh..oh fuck,” Jughead cursed with irritation, the little particles of dust dancing around in his nostrils, tickling the lining as they flared with irritation. “..hhh..HEHHTTSHHHIEWW! oh Jesus..hahhtTTTSCHHIEWWWW!!”

Jughead groaned loudly as he ferociously scrubbed his face as it began to itch, wiping away agitated tears as he did so, nose dripping and sore. He continued to search, coughing ticklishly as dust continued to assault him, desperately swatting the air around his face with one hand while the other continued to search.

Once the pile had been searched, he moved on to the next, praying that it was the one. Jughead’s breath hitched mercilessly, entire body convulsing as he did so, tears clouding his vision. He found himself tilting his head backwards, taking in a sharp inhale as he pitched forward.

“hhEETSSSCHHOOOO! hahhTTTSCHHHIEWWW! ehhhtHHTSHHHHH!! hhh..hhhRSSSH!!” He sneezed powerfully, the pile becoming lightly coated in a mist. Then, his fingers came into contact with one reel, pulling it outwards, pushing dust with it. A feeling of euphoria washed over his body as the reel labelled “The Night of the Hunter” and he literally wanted to cry with happiness.

Jughead yanked the reel out, his battle ending with one huge finish, through the medium of a large puff of dust flying into his face.

“HahhhEEETTTTSCHHH! HhhRRRRSSCHHH!! hehhhTTTTTSCCHHHHH!” Jughead sneezed violently, head bobbing forward as his breath continued to hitch, taking in more dust.

“hhahhhRRRRSCHHH!! TTSSSCHHH!! Fuck..” He moved out of the dusty corner, retreating towards his bed and sitting down exhaustedly, nostrils reddened and quivering still, as well as his hitching breath.

“HhhEEETTSSCHOOO! HahhhRRRSSSCHHOOOO! hhhehh..hehhh..hahhhhh..”

The sneeze was just out of his reach, his nose tickling so badly, and he knew this one. The one that would finally win against the tickle, and he desperately yearned for it. He tilted his head back, nostrils quivering in anticipation as his mouth parted, breath hitching intensely. Jughead reached for the toilet roll, ripping a piece out as he quickly rolled the piece into a sharp point and stuck it up his left nostril, and the sneeze came out instantaneously.

“HhhhhaAAAAAATTSSCHHHOO!”

Jughead let out a moan of relief, lying back as he recovered himself. He panted, completely drained from this exhausting fit.

“Jesus Christ,” He whispered to himself, glad that it was over.

Suddenly, his boss was knocking and letting himself in to see the sight of Jughead exhausted, pale and nose a deep shade of rest, allergic tears running down his face.

“Oh,” His boss commented, a little stunned. Clearing his throat he continued, “Just wanted to give you the heads up you can set up the film now and start whenever it’s ready..uh..you okay?”

Jughead grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, just a little bit of dust.”

#snzfic #snez #snz #allergies #allergyfic #mess #this was a little indulgent whoops #prompts

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