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peupeugunn · 1 year
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okay but imagine if shadowhunters had had filler episodes. just them doing dumb nonsense that didn't have any effect on the plot. bonding.
clary learns about the nephilim education system and she doesn't know whether to be horrified or amazed cause on the one hand they're giving knives to four year olds, on the other hand, izzy is a fully certified forensic pathologist at 19.
simon spends an entire episode dragging raphael around new york tryna find him a replacement jacket because even though the kidnapping situation was very fucked up he feels really bad!!! the episode ends with them picking out a really amazing jacket and then raphael having to pay for it because with all the supernatural crap happening, simon honestly forgot that he's a broke college student.
jace and alec episode with them on their day off just chilling (izzy and clary following them because clary Does Not Understand Parabatai and izzy thinks this will help. somehow.) they go to the library and spend some time curled up together reading. they get coffee and go to the park. jace screams at some ducks while alec provides moral support. they go for a movie. they walk around the city holding hands. they go back to the institute to spar a little and then head off to bed. clary through the episode keeps asking "are they dating? are they not? seems like they are?" but izzy keeps denying the dating allegations. clary then finds someone in the institute that can actually explain parabatai with actual words and she barges into izzy's room in the middle of the night screaming "YOU COULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME THEY'RE SOULMATES ISABELLE!"
there's an episode that is literally just. magnus' cats. nothing else. magnus provides narration like this is a nature documentary.
malec's second date, where they just sit on the couch and watch tv and trashtalk the characters. the entire episode is edited to look exactly like a youtuber-reviewing-a-tv-show thing. the first time time an action scene comes up, alec gets so mad at how unrealistic it is and magnus gives him a detailed explanation of how and why movie fighting is so different from real life fighting and why they're choreographed that way. the episode is an hour and a half because magnus and alec keep getting sidetracked and start talking about random stuff. it ends with them falling asleep together on the couch.
a magnus & catarina & ragnor episode with them just hanging out. cat and ragnor keep making fun of magnus for being so in love but he keeps agreeing with them with a lovestruck expression and that takes the fun out of it. the episode is a clipshow style thing except it's not clips of stuff we've already seen, it's their adventures (including, obviously, peru.)
a jimon episode where simon sits jace down and explains in detail the entire plot of star wars. all the star wars. jace asks so many questions and they get so sidetracked at times but simon powers through. at the end, jace reveals that he actually has watched star wars and he knew everything simon was saying but let him go on and on for hours because he wanted to see whether simon would figure it out and also cause jace likes spending time with him.
a clizzy episode where izzy jokingly asks clary to paint her and clary gets so excited!!!! so izzy goes along with it. clary keeps talking like she's doing a tutorial on painting except izzy can't see what she's doing. through the episode, izzy keeps doing more and more ridiculous poses and clary paints and sketches them and somehow they turn out actually good?
i have more ideas but like. idk about you guys but i'd have watched the hell out of this stuff.
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fritextramole · 2 days
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my girl, my girl, my girl. you will be my girl
part 2 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
Hello? ~ Clairo, Rejjie Snow
Are you into me, like I'm into you? Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you? You're so close, and yet so far I wonder how you look when you're in the dark
Kool Girl ~ Seasalt
I can’t believe that she’s texting on her phone in my passenger seat She’s got one foot on the dash And her head out the window
Would You Be So Kind? ~ dodie
Let's write a story Be in my book You've got to join me on my page At least take a look
Somethin' Stupid ~ Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you
Susie Save Your Love ~ Allie X, Mitski
Save your love For someone like me You don't have to be a part-time Susie
Wish You Were Sober ~ Conan Gray
Don't take a hit, don't kiss my lips And please don't drink more beer I'ma crawl outta the window now 'Cause I don't like anyone around Kinda hope you're followin' me out
Stranger ~ MOTHXR
It’s getting louder, I leave when I can Danger here is so quiet Water here is the fire
Upright (Everything's Alright) ~ Stevie Wonder
The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy No football hero or smooth Don Juan Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poor man's son
Melting ~ Kali Uchis
My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy
we fell in love in october ~ girl in red
Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty and I love this view Don't bother looking down We're not going that way At least I know, I am here to say
Lips Like Sugar ~ Echo & the Bunnymen
Just when you think you've caught her She glides across the water She calls for you tonight To share this moonlight You'll flow down her river
Meteor Shower ~ Cavetown
Meteor shower, quick take cover But the hues in our hair compliment one another I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones 'Cause blue's your favorite color
June ~ Briston Maroney
So dress up in your finer things And the smile can't hide anything And pin the flower to my chest And count the days that I've got left
Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division
Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
Moon Song ~ Phoebe Bridgers
But now I am dreaming, and you're singing at my birthday I've never seen you smiling so big It's nautical themed, and there's something I'm supposed to say But can't for the life of me remember what it is
Just like Heaven ~ The Cure
You're just like a dream Daylight licked me into shape I must've been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone, alone
Killing Me To Love You ~ Vancouver Sleep Clinic
I'm fighting for you I'm hiding for you But it's killing me to love you
Oats In The Water ~ Ben Howard
There's coke in the Midas touch A joke in the way that we rust
Water Fountain ~ Alec Benjamin
Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear And she knows that she shouldn't listen And that she should be with me by the water fountain
Shampoo Bottles ~ Peach Pit
It is seemingly worsened everyday All this shit of yours around my house If I could've had it any other way Then by now I would've chucked it out
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fangedup · 6 months
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One, two, three strikes to the sandbag, and a pause. You had tired enough of the simple-minded motions after just the first few, knuckles pressed to the bag while you simply stare off in another direction; distracted, frustrated, but by what?
That's the thing. You don't know. Your life has been... rather fulfilled as of late. Plenty of sex, plenty to eat, victory after victory, Damien entering your life. You were, possibly, the most content man alive right now.
So what is this lingering feeling in your chest? Eating a hole into the center of it where you now touch fingers to, head angling down to look as though you'll see anything. See the edges of frayed flesh, the sound of something quite physically munching into you. Of course, you see nothing, but you do get a few strange looks.
Perhaps it's best to cease your training for the day.
A quick shower, and you're out on your way.
You're driving aimlessly through the city, not quite wanting to go home and, well, Damien is busy with work. Your car slows to a halt at a red light, and you idly flip through the contacts of your phone before you finally select one.
A few rings pass.
"Mary? Can I come over?"
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Mary, your eldest sister, was always... the least likely to get on you about shit. You often took refuge in her home when you needed time to think about something, and she always welcomed you with open arms.
It's now that you're seated at her kitchen table while she balances her infant in one arm and prepares a pot of tea with her other. In the meantime, you're far too content entertaining two of her four little ones. Amalia is babbling something about her class and Rafael is currently climbing your leg to try and sit on your lap. You huff out a laugh and scoop him up, settling him on your thigh just before he smacks your chest with his toy car.
"Rafael, o que eu te contei sobre bater no seu tio?" comes the scolding voice of his mother, to which he pauses immediately, all wide-eyed and staring up at her like he's never done a thing wrong. And you can't hide the grin that comes about with it, gently sifting fingers through his dark curls and ruffling his hair a bit.
"He was just having fun, let the lil bro live a little."
The look she gives you is enough to crack you up, and she clearly does not appreciate your outburst of laughter. Neither does the baby, evidently. The poor little thing starts crying in earnest and she tsks, setting down a mug before you.
"Wait until you're a father, Alec, then tell me to let the kid hit people at random with his toys. He'll grow up hitting people like you."
She's... not wrong, really. You were a terrible child until your mother stuck your ass in the gym to get some aggression out. So you say nothing, only motion for her to pass little Rosie your way. She obliges all too gladly, looking far too relieved to have her arms empty when she places the infant in your awaiting arms. You instinctively cradle her close to your chest, rocking gently to quiet her down, and eventually she does; staring up at you through those big, teary, green eyes that just make your heart melt.
Suddenly, that aching feeling subsides.
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City of Ashes - Cassandra Clare
( The mortal instruments - book 2/6 )
8th March 2023
"Are you still mad?" ... "I'm not mad." "Oh, yes you are." Jace gestured... "I am not," Alec said, ... "Just because you said dragon demons were extinct-" "I said mostly extinct." Alec jabbed a finger toward him. "Mostly extinct," ... "is NOT EXTINCT ENOUGH." "I see," said Jace. "I'll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from 'almost extinct' to 'not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.' Will that make you happy?"
"Are those guys dancing?" "That's not dancing. They're trying to kill each other. ..."
... when you saw someone every day, you didn't always notice small changes in their outward appearance.
... they'd confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.
Twenty-four stitches later,...
"You can't wait for perfect behaviour from everyone. Adults screw up too."
"I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
"I won't go back to a place where I'm not trusted."
... primitive-looking ...
... free-floating stress.
"... pay her in books."
"You have something on your neck," ... Alec's hand flew to his throat. "What?" "Looks like a bite mark," said Jace. "What have you been doing all night, anyway?" "Nothing." Beet red, his hand still clamped to his neck, Alec started down the corridor. ... "I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head." "And ran into a vampire?" "What? No! I fell." "On your neck?"
"... The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their place." "Enormous?" said Jace. "Did you just call me fat?" "It was an analogy." "I am not fat."
"Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead." "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead." "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved towards Jace.
"It's my motto," said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. "Nothing less than seven inches."
... it was a relief to tell it, to unburden herself to someone, ...
"I've screwed everything up royally."
"... Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love."
"... I got him something. It's in the glove compartment. Just in case . . . " Clary snapped the compartment open and frowned. ... "How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire."
"I keep thinking about blood," Simon said. "I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it."
Magnus winked at her. "I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly."
"You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in."
Luke seemed moderately revitalized; ... "There's one thing I don't get," he said. "Just one thing? You're way ahead of the rest of us," said Jace.
"I think the Queen meant I can draw runes that are more powerful than ordinary runes. And maybe even create new ones." Jace shook his head. "No one can create new runes-" " Maybe she can, Jace." Alec sounded thoughtful. ... "Well, I'd like you to try." ... She threw her pencil down. "I can't just do it on command like that. Not without an idea." ... "How about," he said quietly, "Fearless?" "Fearless?" she echoed. ... The pencil moved. ... Jace got to his feet ... "But does it work?" ... Jace dropped the paper ... "I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus. ... "Try it on me," Alec said unexpectedly. I could do with some fearlessness." ... "Alec touched the new Mark with his fingertips, ... "So?" Clary said. "So what?" Alec rolled his sleeve down, ... "So, how do you feel? Any different?" Alec looked considering. "Not really." ... Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo," he said. Jace was grinning. "Come on, surely you've got a phobia or two. What scares you?" Alec thought for a moment. "Spiders," he said. Clary turned to Luke. "Have you got a spider anywhere?" Luke looked exasperated. "Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?" ... buzz of the doorbell. ... a moment later Isabelle and Maryse Lightwood pushed past Luke and strode into the room, ... Magnus's head went up with a snap. Jace paled markedly, ... And Alec-Alec stared from his sister, to his mother, to his father, and then looked at Magnus, his clear, light blue eyes darkened with a hard resolution. ... "Mother." Alec's voice as he interrupted his mother was firm, implacable, and not unkind. "Father. There's something I have to tell you." ... "I'm seeing someone." Robert Lightwood looked at his son. ... "Alec," he said. "This is hardly the time." "Yes, it is. This is important. You see, I'm not just seeing anyone." ... Isabelle and Magnus were staring at him with expressions of nearly identical astonishment. "I'm seeing a Downworlder. In fact, I'm seeing a war-" Magnus's fingers moved, quick as a flash of light, in Alec's direction. There was a faint shimmer in the air around Alec- his eyes rolled up-and he dropped to the floor, felled like a tree. ... Alec had already begun to stir, ... "Wha-what-why am I on the floor?" ... "Wait-did I say anything? Before I passed out, I mean." Jace snorted. "You know how we were wondering if that thing Clary did would work or not?" he asked. "It works all right." Alec looked supremely horrified. "What did I say?" "You said you were seeing someone," his father told him. "Though you weren't clear as to why that was important." "It's not," Alec said. "I mean, I'm not seeing anyone. And it's not important. Or it wouldn't be if I was seeing someone, which I'm not." Magnus looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"If the boy went to his father," ... "knowing the kind of father Valentine was, it is because we failed him, not because he has failed us."
She was clearly an afterthought, just as she'd always been.
How do you know you can't, ... if you've never tried it?
"You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you."
... Isabelle came in, in her Shadowhunter gear, with her long silver-gold whip in one hand and a wooden-bladed naginata in the other. She frowned at her brother. "Go get ready," she said. "We're sailing for Valentine's ship right away." Alec couldn't help it; the corner of his mouth twitched upward. Isabelle was always so determined. "Is that for me?" he asked, indicating the naginata. Isabelle jerked it away from him. "Get your own!" Some things never change. Alec headed toward the door, ...
"I don't do what I'm told," ... "But I might do what you want if you ask me nicely."
She jabbed a finger at his shoulder. "When did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. "The shirt? At Macy's. Winter sale." "The scar. This scar, here on your shoulder." "Oh, that."
"You tried to drink the East River," Magnus said, and Alec saw, ... that Magnus's clothes were soaking wet too, ... "I pulled you out."
Alec put his hands out. ... "Take my hands," Alec said. "And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to-to keep yourself going." Magnus didn't move. "I thought you had to get back to the ship." "I have to fight," said Alec. "But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship-and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that-so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours."
"Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body," said Simon. "That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes."
"I don't know where I belong."
Maryse took a deep breath. "I thought you would break my heart like Valentine did," she said. "You were the first thing I loved, you see, after him, that wasn't my own blood. The first living creature. And you were just a child-" "You thought I was someone else." "No. I've always known just who you are. Ever since the first time I saw you getting off the ship from Idris, when you were ten years old-you walked into my heart, just as my own children did when they were born."
"... I'd rather have what we have, which is real and true and important, than have you pretend anything else. When I'm with you, I want to know I'm with the real you,..."
"If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change."
"Every time you almost die, I almost die myself."
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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year
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Dark Angel Reaction: Hit a Sista Back
Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]
Oooop 🙂
[Immediate OMax content]  Yus
Bruh Cindy 😂😂😂 tell her what you really think  [oof fair]  I’d hate for her to see me  [Ma’am, don’t even start; guarantee your skin looks better than mine]  Hah! HAHAHA! No
[Zach be back ‘sigh’]  😂😂😂😂😂
“Something like that” WHY NOT JUST TELL HER WHAT’S GOING ON?? SHE KNOWS?!  [Because Max has to be bitchy and mysterious or she ain’t Max]
Oh nooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺
[Max, don’t fuck up her life please]  I mean she’s not in the wrong to bring it up tho.  But also 🥺🥺🥺  [I feel like there’s a difference between “you’re in danger; you don’t know me but the people who took your wife are dangerous” and “your wife/the mother of your child is not who you think she is and you’re all gonna die”]  True
Oh boy… Kid’s gifted!  Dads like ooop
Noooooo Lintlicker gonna want him! 😤  ‘sigh’ I say nothing
[Oh, look.  Lintlicker.]  DAMN IT ALL WHY THEY GOTTA KEEP BRINGING KIDS INTO IT 😂😂😂😭😭😭😭
Ugh the dreaded oooOoOooOo!  It’s almost worse that the spinning baby  [skdlafjlaksjdf wait til you hear the voiceover]
Oh boy.  “Since I be broke now”  Logan’s gonna be regretting coming out with the info
[Oh, no, not the hiding-things storyline]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️
[“[Tinga]’d do the same for me” bitch, no she wouldn’t?  You tried this.  Multiple times.  She was like, yah, no, I’ma dip]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ 😂😂😂 “one of them would surely do the same for me… I’mma keep trying til I get the right one”  [YEAH.  BUT IT’S ALEC.  AND SHE GIVES LESS THAN TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM]  ☠️☠️☠️ his not a sibling maam! It doesn’t count!😤😤😤  [You right, you right.  Sorry, I forgot we just meant siblings and not generic discussions of Manticore folks]  😂😂😂😂😂😂
Oh, so Tings has told them, just a different way  [:)]
Lie!  No kid falls asleep that easy!  [He’s gifted thus falls asleep quickly]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
[“These guys never learn” Max, ma’am, nor do you]  Ooop
[“I don’t do guns” MA’AM.]  Lol  [Isn’t this the same logic she used against Logan?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [“You have access to money, thus it’s stupid to give it up out of a sense of justice/nobility”  “You have access to a gun, thus it’s stupid to not use one out of a sense of… idk”  Same argument, so why ain’t she listening to her own strategy???]
[Things were not safer this way]
Max is so emotionless I swear to god [I know!  And we know for a fact that’s not a Manticore thing because Ben, Tinga, Alec… they have emotion.  Too much emotion, technically.  It’s just a Max (and kinda Zach but kinda not) thing]
Ack I hate herrrrrr  [Renfro?  She pisses me off so much]
[Tinga is.  Very pretty.  Just saying]
Oooop mama bear!  And dad’s an idiot I see  [alsfkjaldkfjlakdfj]  Like the red flags that should have already been going off…
And you get your head shaved and a tattoo and meticulous training  [“can my mommy be there” as;lkdfj;alkdfj;lkj Yes, actually, that’s his whole plan]
[I’m starting to think JamPony won’t be in this much :(]  Oh noooo 💔💔💔
[Max, you’ve been there, but only ‘cause you’re not clear about stuff.  OC woulda rolled with it and you know it.  Kendra… less clear, but still.]  Well tbf she did straight up tell them both once and they laughed  [She didn’t really try, ma’am.  If I wanted you to believe a story, even if you initially laughed, I could make you believe at least that I believed it]  Well she didn’t try to explain but she flat out told them ☠️  [Yeah, but that’s what I mean by her a) not being clear and b) not really trying.  She’s trying to get cred for not having been able to tell people because they’d not understand, but she literally never gave them the opportunity to.]
Tf!  [Not sure that’s how physics works]  The anxiety that gave me and it didn’t even show it  [That was a very springy rope for tightrope walking, I feel]  ☠️☠️☠️
Ma’am! Give them a — ok fair kinda but Hmph
[This poor dude tho getting sucked into it all]  I know
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Jezebel: Soooo! I have a feeling somethings gonna go bad! And either husband is gonna die or Tinga is gonna die!  Mainly cause I highly doubt kid is gonna die
Wench: All this death!
Jezebel: So much!
Wench: I don’t fully remember how this shakes out — I know some, not the rest — so: You do know that them going back to Manticore is an option.  We’re nearing the finale.  It’s possible that they’re trying to rescue the kid
Jezebel: Yeahhhhh but idk! Unless they get the kid and he goes back! But they would never let that happen so again. Deth.  When’s the last episode? Next one?
Wench: No, two left in the season
Jezebel: Ooooh!
Wench: But I think the last two are together?  Iirc?  idk for sure
Jezebel: Well, I’m trying to think of more past that, but this has been a very one-themed episode
Wench: No JamPony :(
Jezebel: I know… Is sad.  But I’m done!
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[Did.  Did she say “objective: offspring” alskjdflaksjdf]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️
Oh lord, big bro.  Well.  Big “bro.”  Hubby better watch him
At least their not real or half- ooop 🙂
“They made me young again.”  Enough to make any woman switch sides  [“they brainwashed you.”  Max, why are you surprised by this?]
Ooop!  Max actually losing!  [btw.  Max winning any fight against a Manticore transgenic is so stupid.  This woman has been out of the game for ages.]  ☠️☠️☠️  [She beats Ben; okay, yeah, that makes sense becuase they’ve both been out for ages.  She doesn’t beat Tinga: MAKES SENSE.  She beats a number of other “true blue” Manticore soldiers: WHAT?!  She should have some degree of advantage from knowing street fight moves but otherwise she should Very Much Not Win]
“He’ll get over it….” Um he might not  [Some people actually value interpersonal trust.  And don’t lie to their S.O.s]  Exactly
I meannnnnnn Zach’s not wrong, but also they would need the protection too  [Agreed]
“And then her prince peaced out cause she’s a liar” ☠️  [asldkfj]
💔💔💔
“No, we’re not “not like that” because she’s a transgenic; it’s because we are emotionally constipated please leave it alone” ☠️😂  [askldjflaksdjflkjadsf This kind of thing kinda annoys me though.  Like… I get being pissed that someone lied to you.  And I get that things might need to adjust.  But.  person is the same?]  Exactly
Oh shit  [Ruh roh]  Well shit
[Zach is a dick btw]  *simultaneously* Aight that was out of line Zach.  Agreed until then
Damn  [Yep.]
Don’t like Lintlicker anymore.  At all  [This virus is called foreshadowing (I’m not telling you of what, but it concerns Max.  And Logan.)]
BRUH SHES NOT A BREEDING MACHINE  [You haven’t seen s2 Dark Angel yet and it shows]
I’m so mad sweet lord.  They fucked with the kid.  They really fucked with the kid! 😤  [I didn’t remember this, for what it’s worth]
Good!  Fuck off, zach
Nooooo!  Watch the blonde lady want the kid so she kills Tinga!  [I confirm nothing]  Cause blonde lady has the murder drone
I hate himmmmmmm.  Lintlicker- hmph.  I don’t how much of a change he makes
Hmph, his fucking shit eating grin
Oooop look at that you have been double-crossed, asshole!
Oooop look at that! Zach is back... asshole
She’s not one of them; she’s one of THEM!  LE GASP
[Guess 656 is Tinga]  
I’m confused… Is Brynn dead, or just knocked out?  [Knocked out]
Ewww sibling hug  [...]  Pssssh I know it means more than that.  To him at least
Breeeeeeding machine 😦
💔💔💔💔  [“I get why she didn’t tell me.  If she had, I would’ve gone the other way.”  Yeah, dumbass, that’s why she didn’t tell you.  Congrats: you’ve leveled up your empathy stat]
[Max, haven’t you learned about making promises?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
I’ma be honest; I’m not sure the King is the one they should be worried about… I’d be concerned about the Queen
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Jezebel: I feel so bad for Tinga omg!  That fucking suckssss
Wench: Yuppppp.  And I can’t say it gets better!  You get no spoilers beyond that but ye
Jezebel: 😭😭😭😭😭 Honestly, though, this one was kinda boring.  I guess setting up for the two-part finale. So I don’t have much to say past what was said
Wench: I don’t know for sure it’s two parts btw.  But I think it is because I’m pretty sure they’re both centered around helping Tinga
Jezebel: “Helping” tinga
Wench: Aight… next episode(s) sometime soon, then?
Jezebel: YES
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Alec
“Baby careful! Ow!” he would say as you accidentally scratched his back so hard that the sound of metal being scraped could be heard.
You would gasp loudly and quickly pull your hands away to cover your face in shame.
“Alec I am so sorry!” you would say, and you were about to push him off to get away, affraid to hurt him further when he would gently remove your hands from your face.
“Baby it is okay. You do not know your own strength. It is fine, really.” he would whisper as his lips found your own before carefully thrusting his hips to yours, making you moan in pleasure and forgetting what had happened.
Demetri
“Micetta! Ow, careful!” Demetri would shout as you bit his thigh.
When you were human, he always enjoyed it when you bit him, but now that you were a vampire, your bites were much more powerful and able to actually hurt him.
You gasped and quickly pulled away, feeling ashamed looking at the fresh bitemark.
You remembered your bites would now leave a permanent mark and you felt ashamed instantly.
You quickly moved to the other side of the room, not wanting to hurt your mate further.
Demetri quickly rushed towards you and held you closely
“It is okay, Micetta. Just give me a warning next time you plan to mark me. I promise I will not complain.” he would say smirking.
You would chuckle before he kissed you gently.
Felix
“That is it, Piccolina. Cum for me.” Felix whispered as his fingers moved faster in and out of you.
You moaned loudly as you felt your orgasm reach his height and, in a reaction, you clamped your thighs together rather harshly.
The sound of metal breaking and the small whimper of pain from your mate brought you back.
Your eyes widened as you quickly unclamped your thighs and looked at your mate.
Felix pulled his hand back and his wrist seemed to be all wrong and broken.
“I am so sorry Felix! I didn't mean too!” you quickly said carefully taking your mates wrist in your hand after he pulled it straight again.
Felix only laughed and kissed you deeply, making all your worries melt away.
“Piccolina, I have had worst injuries before. And you breaking my wrist with your thighs is awfully hot.” he would say smirking.
Had you been human you would be as red as a tomato right now.
Heidi
“Heidi!” You screamed loudly as your mate's tongue toyed around with your clit while her long fingers skilfully found your g-spot every time.
With one final shout you came loudly, legs clamping around your mate's poor head.
When you came back down to earth you quickly opened your legs only to find your mate's head slightly cracked.
You gasped loudly and quickly kissed all over Heidi's face and apologising furiously.
Heidi only giggled and stopped you, leaving a small peck on your lips.
“It is alright, Tesora. I am glad I could make you cum so hard you forgot all about your own strength.” she would say winking making you bite your lip hard and her giggle even louder.
Jane
“Darling, careful!” Jane would say.
She was sitting on top of your face, and you had been so concentrated on giving her pleasure that your hand has accidentally gripped her thighs a little too harshly, leaving a few cracks.
“I am so sorry, Jane! Do you want me to stop?” you would ask, and you were about to get out from under her.
However, her thighs tightened around your face, leaving you right where you are.
“I do not think so. Go on then. Show me how sorry you are.” she would say, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.
You smiled and would happily oblige.
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your-yandere-kiss · 3 years
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Mother // Yandere Alec and Yandere Jane x Mother Darling Reader.
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She’d been a good mother.
Well, at least she had tried to be.
Alec knew that their mother had loved them as much as any mother loved her children...but, perhaps, she did not understand them at all. And how could she? Their mother had been an uneducated woman, simple and kind, but the children she’d brought into the world...were strange. She knew that.
Everyone knew it.
Jane felt that she hadn’t protected them. Not when it counted. When they were harassed by the others, did she protect them? When they had been condemned as witches, had she defended them? When they were nearly burned at the stake, had she tried to stop it? No. She did nothing.
They had loved her.
Despite everything, they had loved their mother.
But in the end, they were gone and centuries later they were still unsure of what became of her. And as the years slowly went by, Alec and Jane had missed having her. The way she would brush their curls from their forehead’s, so gently (her touch always lulled Alec to sleep). The way she hummed when she worked, long skirts brushing against rough floors (Jane would hide behind her when she was tiny). Her voice in the dark as she told then stories about children and witches and wolves. It was the little things that a mother brought to their lives were greatly missed, though they were too proud to admit it to anyone else.
So of course they had clung to her!
When Y/N had been brought to the Volturi, it was only to visit for a little while. She was, they had been told, a nomad. Once she had been a friend of Didyme and though she friend was gone, she would still come to see Marcus from time to time.
They were disinterested as always.
After all, she wasn’t important, was she?
Her gift, though an entertaining one, was rather useless to the Volturi. Apparently, when she read aloud from books, she could create images of the story in the air. Illusions.
Off in their own little world, the twins had ignored the woman...until Alec found her. He’d been returning to their bedroom from the library, clutching his sketchbook and pencils protectively to his chest. A figure walked past him slowly and, as they passed the young vampire, a paper slipped away from his grasp. It drifted to the stone floor but a hand reached out and grasped in before it could fully fall.
She had reached for it before he did.
A portrait of one of the guards was scribbled on the rough paper, the penciled vampire leaning against a wall with a wry smile.
“It’s very good!” Y/N said, handing it back to him, “Did you draw this?”
“...Yes.”
That was all he whispered before hurrying away, vanishing down the dark hallway. As he excitedly retold the tale to his sister, Jane thought that her brother might just be finally losing his mind. After all, what on earth could be so interesting about her? She had no useful gifts, she was of no use to the Volturi! What was so special about this woman?
She received an answer to the question a day or so later.
While Alec loved art, his sister preferred music. And as Jane practiced another piece, her slim fingers falling over the piano keys, she suddenly sensed another presence with her. The music stopped and she turned slowly, her red eyes meeting golden ones.
“I apologize.” Y/N whispered. “I just thought it was such a lovely song...I’ll leave you to it.”
That night the twins whispered about everything. And in the nights that followed, they watched Y/N from afar.
It didn’t take her long to notice them.
One night, as she took her scarlet cloak in hand, Y/N paused. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled softly at the twins. Hidden in the shadows, they were almost surprised that she had noticed them at all. They were used to being ignored unless they were needed, no one ever noticed them. But she did. Y/N beckoned them forward, calling out to the twins.
“Would you like care to join me?” She asked. “It’s such a lovely night...I thought that I might walk through the rose gardens.”
At once they came forward, a twin at either side.
Alec on her right, smiling softly. His red eyes never left her once. As they walked, she had brushed a dark curl from his face as she spoke softly.
Jane on her left and hanging back, watching warily. But slowly she came closer, Y/N’s skirts rustling softly.
And as they walked through the roses, she told them stories. Fairy tales about children lost in enchanted forests and witches weaving wicked spells and wolves prowling through the shadows, howling a hungry song.
“I wish I’d brought a book!” She sighed. “Then I could really bring the stories to life...it’s so lovely to watch.”
Through the walk, neither twin said much of anything. But if they were behaving strangely (and they both knew that they probably were because they always did), Y/N said nothing of it. Instead she told them story after story and they hung onto every word. By the time they returned to the castle, the twins found themselves wishing for a little more time with her.
And once more, they talked all night.
Three weeks went by slowly and the twins spent them utterly devoted to Y/N...as much as they could be. She certainly seemed to notice the way that they followed her around, demanding more and more attention from her. And though she was very kind to them...it was Marcus she was here for, something they knew.
Jane wept bitterly as her brother petted her hair, comforting her softly.
Alec bit back his anger, quietly plotting for their future.
Through the weeping and the rage, the twins came to agree upon one thing: She was theirs and only theirs and nothing on earth could change that. When a month had passed and you told them you were going home, the twins were simply unwilling to accept it.
“She can’t leave us!” Jane hissed. “She can’t!!”
“And she won’t.”
Taking his sister’s cool hand in his own, Alec wiped away her angry tears. Together they walked into the throne room and stood before Aro with a request.
And the kind would give his favorites whatever they wanted.
Before Y/N could leave the castle and travel once more, two guards stopped her. In harsh voices they told her that Aro had called for her. Anyone could tell that she did not wish to heed the king’s call but she wasn’t stupid enough to disobey him. So she came, standing before the king. Sitting on his throne, Aro was flanked by either twin.
Alec on his right.
Jane on his left.
“Y/N!” Aro crooned, smiling down at her. It was a vicious smile, pale lips pulling back to reveal shining teeth. “I know that you wish to leave but I am afraid I must ask you something...the Volturi have a task for you.”
“A...a task?” Y/N asked softly. “I don’t understand.”
“The children, Alec and Jane, they need you. They’ve suffered so much and you’ve brought them so much joy...”
“I-”
“They need you to stay.” He interrupted.
A pale hand snapped and at once, two woman stepped forward from the shadows. One was short and pretty, you knew at once that she was a powerful creature. Y/N could feel it, her power creeping into your very being and twisting you. The second woman, as she came closer, worked her own magic...and suddenly the fear melted away and she felt...what did she feel? Not truly happy or satisfied but rather….calm. Content.
“Thank you, Chelsea. That will be all.” Aro said softly. “Corin, you may return to the tower. Thank you, darling.”
At once, the twins came forward.
Jane took her hand in her tiny one and lead Y/N away, Alec walking quietly by her side. Silently she walked with them until a little red door came into view.
“Don’t worry, Mother.” Jane said sweetly. “You’ll be safe here. Safe and happy and ours.”
Just the sound of it made Alec sigh happily. He was the one that lead Y/N into a room, grand and neat. Everything was ornate, carved from dark stone with blood red velvet hanging from the walls. Together they brought her to a little couch, Jane taking a seat at her side as Alec set himself on the floor, leaning against your leg. From the shelf, he plucked a book quickly and placed it upon her lap.
“Read to us, Mother.”
(I think this is my first more platonic yandere thing and I really liked it. Because they were portrayed as being a little older, like 15/16, in the films, I think that people forget that the twins are, like, 12/13 and probably SUPER traumatized. Poor creepy vampire babies...they just want to be loved.)
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Ashfur, Tigerstar, Brokenstar, Sol, Hawkfrost, annnd Mudclaw for giggles?
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ASHFUR
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: terminally str8
GENDER HEADCANON: terminally cis, tom, he/him
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: 0. die.
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: how fucked up he is
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: how fucked up he is
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: do i even need to answer this
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: when hollyleaf merced his ass
FAVE SHIP: none
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: none
SHIP I HATE: all of them
CANON OR FANON?: he sucks in both so
RANDOM HEADCANON: he sucks
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: shitty spotted grey
UNPOPULAR OPINION: he sucks
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: shit and piss
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: idk there's gotta be some incel song out there that fits him
FAVOURITE MAP/PMV/AMV WITH THEM: i should just take this one out because gun to my head i could not name a single warriors video out there
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TIGERSTAR
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: bi
GENDER HEADCANON: cis tom he/him
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: 7
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: when he's actually slimy and charming
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: the cartoonish villain bullshit that's plagued him since the start
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: i like my version of tigerclaw, who's now existed for 3 years, so that
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: when the motherfucker got gutted. but also when he was sweet talking Tallstar after he became shadowclan leader, convincing him not to worry abotu the rogues he brought into the clan
FAVE SHIP: Tigerclaw and Redtail, but also Tigerclaw and Goldenflower
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: uh also Tiger and Red
SHIP I HATE: Tiger and sasha
CANON OR FANON?: my fanon
RANDOM HEADCANON: never actually stopped being a whiny entitled brat
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: brown
UNPOPULAR OPINION: he's doesn't need a tragic backstory to be a fun and/or interesting villain
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: i always think of the amber eyes first idk
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: actually i have one for this: Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin
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BROKENSTAR
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: none
GENDER HEADCANON: none
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: uhh 8 for being a good narrative device, minus two for keeping his ass around for so long
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: baby's (fireheart's) first drama
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: i mean he killed children aggy
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: shrug i mean. having written him in the rewrite i do have much more respect for him as a narrative device, i suppose
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: when he died
FAVE SHIP: none
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: none
SHIP I HATE: are there even any brokenstar ships out there.....do not answer that
CANON OR FANON?: the answer for this one is gonna be the same every time maybe i should take this one out too
RANDOM HEADCANON: none
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: dark brown, but like less saturated than toigerstor
UNPOPULAR OPINION: he stuck around too long and the fact that he's yellowfang's illegal son sucks
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: shrug
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: Poor George, which...does that count as my favourite amv too or
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SOL
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: none
GENDER HEADCANON: also none
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: 6 because they butchered him so badly later on
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: it was fucking cool when he was mysterious and knew shit that it felt like he shouldn't
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: Harry??? from skyclan??? fucking seriously
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: literally what's the point they did a shit job with him and then tossed him to the side
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: when he was actually cool!!! and mysterious!!! like who is this dude!!!
FAVE SHIP: none
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: none
SHIP I HATE: Sol and Blackstar
RANDOM HEADCANON: he's a chimera, not intersex
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: black and red babey
UNPOPULAR OPINION: I hate when people read his dynamic with Blackstar as romantic...no thank you fam
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: i mean. the eclipse.
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: none
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HAWKFROST
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: bi
GENDER HEADCANON: cis tom, he/him
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: 10 i love this jerk
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: the version of him that lives rent free in my fucking brain
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: whatever canon did
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: i've always liked hawkfrost tbh
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: tfw my favourite moment of him only exists in the rewrite
FAVE SHIP: Reedwhisker...
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: Him and Bramble!
SHIP I HATE: uhhh HawkAsh, maybe?
RANDOM HEADCANON: my headcanons are so far removed from canon at this point lmao
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: dark desaturated browns and white
UNPOPULAR OPINION: uhhh
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: ice
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: Liar - The Arcadian Wild
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MUDCLAW
SEXUALITY HEADCANON: straight
GENDER HEADCANON: cis tom, he/him
RATE THEM OUT OF TEN: 9
FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: complex!!!! cared about his clan!!! was right to be upset about getting shafted, even if he didn't handle it well!
LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEM: when he has 2D Aggressive Background Character Personality
WHEN I STARTED LIKING/DISLIKING THEM: the rewrite made me like him wayyy way more lmao
DO I RELATE/PROJECT ONTO THEM?: no
FAVOURITE MOMENT: well in the rewrite i really like [REDACTED]
FAVE SHIP: Him and Morningflower ;;
FAVE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: uhhh
SHIP I HATE: shrug
RANDOM HEADCANON: this mainly from the lens of the rewrite but i like to think that him and Owlwhisker will become friends?
WHAT COLOUR I PICTURE THEM AS: brownn
UNPOPULAR OPINION: shrug
THINGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: none
SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM: none
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not-back-to-this · 3 years
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What would the batfam listen to? Batman & Co.
Bruce Wayne: Lowkey Emo Boy
~Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day (Don't even try with me on this one) ~Feeling Good- Michael Bublé ~Skyfall- Adele ~Cigar- Tamino ~Indigo Night- Tamino
Dick Grayson: Upbeat Baby
~Dancing Queen- ABBA (If you thought any different then begone ->) ~You've got a friend in me- Randy Newman ~Colors- Halsey ~LOST BOY- Troye Sivan ~You'll be in my heart- Phil Collins
Jason Todd: The Angst is strong with this one
~It's my Life- Bon Jovi ~Old Me- 5 Seconds of Summer ~Back from the Dead- Skillet ~Renegades- X Ambassadors ~The end of Jason Todd- The Smyrk
Tim Drake: OMG Somebody plz get this poor child to therapy
~Unsteady- X Ambassadors ~Team- Lorde ~I'll Die Anyway- Girl in Red (Tim Plz we're all worried) ~The Broken Hearts Club- Gnash ~Serotonin- Call me Karizma ~Five- Sleeping at Last (No I'm not biased towards this one cause I'm an INTP Type 5w4)
Damian Wayne: Entitled Autistic Stab Child-I Love My Demon Son-
~Silent Scream- Damien Dawn ~Outrunning Karma- Alec Benjamin ~Emperor's New Clothes- Panic! At the Disco ~Cold Blooded- Zayde Wolf ~12 Rounds- Bohnes ~Middle Finger- Bohnes ~Habibi- Tamino
Barbara Gordon: Could still kick your ass in a wheelchair-Mom-
~Run the world- Beyoncé ~How to be a heartbreaker- Marina and the Diamonds ~Victorious- Panic! At the Disco ~Confident- Demi Lovato
Cassandra Cain: Selectively Mute baby-My Actual Girlfriend-
~I am not a robot- Marina and the Diamonds ~Shatter Me- Lindsey Stirling ~Lost Girls- Lindsey Stirling ~Battle Cry- Beth Crowley ~Stay Alive- Hidden Citizens
Stephanie Brown- Meme lord Pancake Queen
~Dancing Queen- ABBA (Goddamn it, Dick! Not everyone needs to hear it) ~Girls just wanna have fun- Cyndi Lauper ~I'm a Mess- Bebe rexha
Duke Thomas- No Metas in Gotham ...except him :)
~Bury Me face down- Grandson ~Crossfire- Stephan ~Thnks Fr Th Mmrs- Fall out Boy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They would all definitely listen to...
~ R.I.P To my Youth- The Neighborhood ~Unstoppable- The Score ~Born for This- The Score ~What's Up Danger- Blackway, Black Caviar ~Hey Brother- Avicii ~My Family- Migos, KAROL G, Snoop Dogg, Rock mafia
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I honestly don't know much about Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, and Duke Thomas (They aren't really my favorites sorry) So if you have anything to add to their Playlist go ahead.
If you have anything to add to any of their playlist also be my guest :)
Also do the extended fam if you want too (Kate, Alfred, Selina, ect.)
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My Red Robin Playlist
Michael in the Bathroom by George Salazar; tbh it just vibes with my general idea of Tim Drake. Like it doesn't necessarily apply to him, but it fits his vibe.
Dead Inside by Younger Hunger; This is literally just Tim, like the poor boy just wants to run his company and get by.
NVM by Faith Marie; I love Dick so much but he did call Tim crazy, also Tim is a sad boy.
Some Kind of Disaster by All Time Low; He's a disaster boy
Adam's Song by Blink 182; Again he's a sad boy
Letter to the Lost by COUNTERFEIT.; This is more of a response to Adam's Song in my mind (@timdrakeisaclownbaby mentioned me thinking of Adam's Song and Letter to the Lost being a call in response in one of their posts)
Let Me Sleep/Starving by One11Twenty; Admittedly this does double as my sad times playlist
Ready To Let Go by Cage The Elephant; This song in relation to Tim makes me think of him falling before Dick catches him
Foolishly Wrong by Autoheart; Honestly this song is p fitting for a lot of vigilantes
To Be Human by MARINA; I have a headcanon that I'll post later about Tim feeling like a porcelain doll and this song reminds me of that
Farewell Wanderlust by The Amazing Devil; The lyrics are so beautiful and some just fit so perfectly
Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits; "They're just wholly unaware of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn" like damn bro
Lost Boy by Ruth B.; This song is lonely. Tim is lonely. That is all.
is your bedroom ceiling bored (ft. Cavetown) by Sody; Just imagine baby Tim alone in his empty house daydreaming about being adopted by Batman and finally being loved.
Too Sad to Cry by Sasha Sloan; I'm so mean to Tim, like the Tim in my mind doesn't deserve this much sadness
My Mistake by Gabrielle Aplin; "But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake" that hits like a knife to the gut.
Mind Is A Prison by Alec Benjamin; The title alone is so perfect
Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep by Egg; Tim's self doubt about actually being apart of the family
If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe, Julia Michaels; Tim asking if anyone will think of him when shit gets real
I Lost a Friend by FINNEAS; I imagine that Tim often feels like he hasn't 'earned' the right to be sad (which is bullshit, your emotions are valid)
911 by Ellise; That sweet, sweet angst
Hate Myself by Dodie; I mean... it just works
Song for Josh by Frank Turner; Again, I make Tim sad. Also this feels like another response to Adam's Song
Oh Raven (Sing Me A Happy Song) by Unlike Pluto; The lyrics are soooo good
Bouquet by Ethan Jewell; The metaphor is so pretty and beautifully fits anyone who gives up part of them self to help another
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<- Patrol Playlist
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SCREAMS
MORE SCREAMING
INTENSIFIED SCREAMING
First of all, when you tagged me as Georgia in the CYM did you look into my brain because THIS GIRL DHUDHUCIUHIDFUHKDFVUKHDKHU
AWW GEORGIA IS ON THE PATH OF BECOMING A SCIENTIST LIKE HENRY AND CHRISTOPHER!! MEMORIES!!
if Eidolon demons could do calligraphy, it would look like Georgia’s handwriting.
oof same
GEORGIA BABY IT'S OK I HAVE A HORRIBLE HANDWRITING TOO
I eventually gave up
she is so smart sniffs THE IRON SISTERS ARE IN LONG ISLAND
[5:16 PM]AYUGDCSYUGDCYGUVFDYUGVDFUYH SO THERE'S A RUMOR ABOUT RAFAEL DATING SOMEONE?? WHY?? DUDE LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE AND LET HIM LIVE HIS
“The poor boy had a crush on you for a month,” she heard dadda chuckle.
“Excuse you, it was a month and a half,” Mama corrected.
HUYDSUYGDFYGUFVSUYGVFHUVFUHUIFVUHFVUIHFVD
why is everyone so obsessed with the kids' dating lives like dude-
Uncle Alec had been elected as the Consul – again.
Pretends to be shocked. MY BOY IS THE BEST CONSUL OUT THERE FITE ME
And when he was stressed, he watched Dora the Explorer.
good to know im not the only one who watches cartoons when they are stressed(edited)
ALSO RAFAEL BABY IM COMING THERE TO FIGHT THESE PEOPLE WHO ARE SPREADING RUMORS THE AUDACITY
Georgia is the first ever person to actually enjoy izza's cooking
She had always thought of herself as a loner. It happens when you think differently from everyone else. Sometimes you feel like you live in your own world with your own rules. She had been okay with it. She had been comfortable.
same bestie same
Georgia had been surprised because she hadn’t known she was an option at all.
i feel like this fic is calling me out
But Georgia couldn’t let it go. She refused to believe that things were either good or bad. Anything can be anything if you know how to use it.
YES
“Brother Enoch!” Lexi raised her hand. “Up top?”
The silent brother stared – or probably glared cause you could never tell – and walked past them to the institute office room.
“He is never going to high five you,” Georgia pointed out.
“Nah, he is just a little shy,” Lexi grinned. “I will get that high five. You will see.”
HNVUHVUHVUKVDFYHUDUKFVH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
JACE MAKING PUNS AND BEING OBSESSED WITH TEA
GIMME
“Hey!” Mama said – her face looked a little red, like she had put lipstick all over her face, not just her lips.
Now I would have overlooked this but shadowhunters are getting sick and dying and I'm worried.
THE PARABATAI TEST THING YGSDCYUGDUYGKFWECYGUKWFEYGUK ROMAN
“Lexi tried to eat her witchlight to see if she would light up,” Georgia pointed out. “Of course, she doesn’t know what’s good for her!”
THESE DAMN HERONDALES GEORGE
IM GONNA CRY NO Their bond...HUYGYJUDYJDSCHUKDUKYDFV the way Georgia knew
“That’s just a common misconception,” dada laughed. “Do you think I’m the responsible one in my parabatai relationship? Or is it Clary? I literally summoned angel Raziel in the middle of a farm and your Clary raised her boyfriend from the dead.”
“And if you think Alec is the responsible parabatai then I have a lot of stories to tell you,” Mama chuckled to herself.
HYSUHYSCUDUYIDHUDFVUIFDVUKHFVDU
I dont think that it was Lexi telling Georgia about the test that fucked it up. there is definitely something more to it.
It sounded so simple. Georgia frowned at that. “But what I mess up?”
“Then we will call Magnus,” Mama said, and dada laughed at that.
TRUE
“Then I will wear it to my first day at the academy,” she grinned and walked away.
“I'm having war flashbacks to my middle school days. Our daughter is going to get bullied,” she heard dada whisper to her mother.
“Our daughter is going to be the biggest badass to walk this earth,” mama corrected.
“I thought you were the biggest badass to walk this earth,” dada chuckled.
“I’m going to retire.”
AWWW
Georgia and Simon are such nerds I LOVE THEM
M GONNA CRY
[5:49 PM]THEIR FRIENDSHIP
“That’s insane! If I want cool weapons, I will break into the adamant citadel,” Lexi sounded angry.
YES LETS GO ~!~(edited)
Georgia smiled at that. “I know, Lex. I just…I guess I couldn’t understand why would want to be my parabatai in the first place. I know I am a litte-”
“Talented? Brilliant? Incredible? Amazing? Show stopping? Spectacular? Never the same? Totally unique? Completely never been done before?”
“Stop quoting Lady Gaga!”
“Never!”
AHHHHHHHHHH THEM
“I don’t want to be born into greatness,” Lexi confessed quietly. “It makes me feel like I didn’t have a choice. I'm going to be great, I want to it be my choice.”
Georgia smiled. “I understand.”
“And you’re my first choice, Gigi,” Lexi whispered. “Cause you’re pretty damn great.”
FUCK THAT WOMAN BESTIE YOU DO YOU
Lexi chuckled with her and pulled back. “When things get rough, you are not going to abandon me and become an Iron Sister, right?”
“God, no!” Georgia shuddered thinking of the serious looking Iron Sisters in their white robes. “I don’t think I could pull of the white aesthetic.”
“You can pull off anything,” Lexi firmly disagreed.
“Besides, they can’t get married,” Georgia pointed out, and Lexi made a face. “What if Harry Styles finally replies to my fan mail? It’s too risky.”
i would die for these two no questions asked. look im against smoking but alec smoking is my aesthetic LEAVE ME AND MY PIZZA (with way too many veggies fuck you my brother) ALONE
“Uncle Alec,” she said. “You better not smoke again after I leave.”
“Or you will tell Magnus?” he grinned.
“No. I will tell granny.”
His grin disappeared immediately. “Damn. Okay. Fine. No smoking.”
I CHOKED-
GEORGIA MAKING LEXI HAIR CLIPS OUT OF ADAMAS
“Oh shit, was I supposed to get something you too?” Lexi asked awkwardly. “I thought I didn’t have to…cause I kinda gave you my soul as a gift and all that.”
Georgia chuckled. “I accept your gift.”
“Good,” Lexi grinned. “Cause it’s non-refundable.”
sigh herondales (affectionate)
Also I don't think I'm ever getting over Magnus as Dumbledore
I AM OFFICIALLY NAMING MYSELF PROTECTOR OF GEORGIA LOVELACE LIGHTWOOD IDC IDC
damn it's almost 7 am- my sleep's fucked. BYE!!!
YOUR REACTIONS GIVE ME SO MUCH LIFE.
If you ever want to do one of those live reaction videos on YouTube for shows and stuff, you should totally give it a go. I think you would KILL IT.
Gigi and Lexi have the purest form of friendship. I can't wait to show you more of it!
Laters x.
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kazledazzel · 3 years
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“Are you ready?” - Kitty (ask from @lucian-evander)
It was Rafael Lightwood Bane’s birthday, and Ty couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. He had done all he could to prepare. He had double checked everything. Nothing could have gone wrong. Tavvy, who was now nine years old and apparently responsible, had been given the task of making sure they remembered the present and card. Dru had written the card, making sure to include all their names (Ty, Dru and Tavvy) and had wrapped the present with coloured wrapping paper. Jules and Emma would be bringing a separate present, as would Helen, Aline, and baby Andrea. Ty was dressed in what seemed to be a suitable outfit; not too casual but no more formal than needed for a seven year olds birthday. Still, the root of his nerves was not something that could be fixed with good preparation. It still didn’t change the fact that he would be there.
Christopher Herondale would always be Kit to Ty Blackthorn. The two had built an unlikely friendship years ago, and for the first time since Ty had tried to raise Livvy and Kit had disappeared to England. The time in between had been like a limbo of going from weeks of not talking to long detailed letters. It took months for them to even send a postcard. It wasn't until Livvy had insisted Ty write Kit that they'd had any form of communication. At the time, Tiberius hadn't even know what he'd say to Kit. "Hello, I know we haven't spoken since I attempted necromancy and you confessed your love for me, but how's England? What's the weather like? Oh, by the way, I think I might love you back, but how are your parents?"
"It will be fine, Ty-Ty," Livvy said reassuringly as the Blackthorns recovered from the rush that came with portal travel and walked up the steps to Magnus and Alec’s loft. Even as a ghost, she could read Ty’s emotions without failure. She walked alongside Ty, though he was the only one that could see her. She seemed to float beside him, looking eerily beautiful in her white dress. She still looked fifteen, though if she hadn’t died she’d be seventeen. Ty would have been taller than her, except ghost Livvy found it funny to float just a few inches taller than him.
Ty didn’t reply to Livvy. The rest of his family couldn’t see her, and he wasn’t in the mood to alarm them. Tavvy skipped up the steps happily between Emma and Julian, looking smug with the present in his hands. Dru held back a little to stay beside Ty. Helen and Aline were still downstairs and in the process of calming their baby girl. Andrea, at nine months old, was not a fan of portal travel.
Magnus opened the door before the family even knocked. He beamed at them, playing the role of the party host very well. Ty hadn’t been surprised to hear that Magnus was throwing a birthday extravaganza for his seven year old. He had once heard a story of Magnus throwing a party for his cat, so one hoped that he loved his son as much.
It seemed he did, because as soon as he greeted the family he turned so that Ty could see the inside of the apartment. It looked as though a toy store had exploded inside of Magnus’ apartment. The ceiling had been magically raised so that a trampoline could fit inside, and Ty could have sworn he saw Isabelle Lightwood helping Max Lightwood Bane onto a pony.
Emma made a beeline for Jem and Mina while Tavvy raced to find the birthday boy.
“Don’t eat all of the chocolate or you’ll be sick!” Julian called, but Ty wasn’t sure if his call was directed at Emma or Tavvy. Dru entered the party and immediately found Kieran and Mark. Ty held back and Julian, being Julian, noticed.
“It’s okay, Ty,” Julian murmured so that none of the party guests would hear. Ty had told Julian about Kit eventually, and Jules had been more understanding that Ty had ever thought. Who knew Julian knew anything about love? “If it makes you feel any better, you don’t have to talk to him. I’m sure he’ll manage to keep occupied,”
“No, it’s okay,” Ty replied, shaking his head. He wanted to talk to Kit, no matter how much it scared him. He needed to talk to him after so long. He needed to know that there was still hope for them to have some sort of relationship, have it be romantic or simply as penpals. He just knew that his life was better with Kit in it. “I want to talk to him,”
Julian smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,”
They entered the party.
It wasn’t like in the mundane movies, when the whole world seemed to go into slow-motion as the two love interests re-united after so long apart. In fact, it took Ty a minute or so to even spot Kit in the crowd of people. When he did, Kit wasn’t even looking at him.
Ty spotted him, standing by the snacks table and talking to Jace. Ty’s mouth went try, and for a moment Ty couldn’t remember a single word in the English language. Kit was laughing, his blue eyes like the pacific ocean. His hair was gold and he had somehow maintained a tan despite living in England. To Ty’s surprise, he was nearly as tall as Jace. He had gotten more muscular too, and there were marks on his arms.
Huh, Ty thought. So Watson decided to become a shadowhunter afterall.
Then they made eye contact, and Ty was pretty sure fireworks went off from inside him.
Jace was looking in between the two. He glanced at Kit, then at Ty, then back and forth a few times as if he were double checking what he was seeing. Then he smirked, whispered soemthing to Kit, and left to talk to his Parabatai. Kit was blushing.
Ty took a deep breath. He was going to be the one to make the first move. He walked over to Kit, overthinking every step, and stopped in front of him.
“Hi,” Ty said, trying to keep his voice from jumping up an octave. That was always a good place to start. Kit was looking at him as if his hair was on fire. Ty wondered if he’d ever say hello back.
“Hey,” Kit replied, and his obvious attempt to be cool could have made Ty laugh. It didn’t help that Livvy was floating behind Kit, giving Ty a grin and a thumbs up.
“Look Ty, I-,”
“You don’t have to apologise, Watson,” Ty interrupted. Then he realised he’d slipped up. He quickly worried that Kit wouldn’t appreciate Ty using his old nickname, or if he’d even remember their inside jokes. Then Kit gave a smile. It was a little weary and a slightly confused smile, but it was still a smile that gave Ty butterflies not in his hands but in his heart.
“I think I need to,” Kit said softly. Ty wasn’t the biggest lover of physical affection, but at that moment he would have loved to have reached out to Kit and put his arms around him. Out of respect for Kit’s comfort and personal space, he controlled himself and stayed put.
“No, Kit, really,” Ty insisted. “I get why you left. Everything with Livvy, and- I think I understand now,”
“That’s not what I need to apologise for,” Kit continued. Ty frowned a little. From behind Kit, Livvy was doing a poor job at pretending she wasn’t listening. “I- I said that I wished I’d never known you. That’s not true-,”
“Kit honestly it’s fine-,”
“No Ty, it’s not,” Kit’s voice was low. It was lower in a serious way, making Ty a little nervous. “Knowing you... I’m glad I know you, Tiberius Blackthorn,”
“Kit..,” Ty started, but the words died in his mouth. The he heard Magnus start to call everyone to gather around for the cake, and he panicked, worrying his chance to talk to Kit would be gone. Kit started to turn away.
Screw it, Ty thought. He took Kit’s wrist and turned him back around. No one would be watching; they would all be too distracted with singing happy birthday to Rafe.
Kit turned around and he and Ty collided. Ty had pulled him back around with the intention of speaking to him, but this was okay too.
There was only an inch or so height difference between them, and Ty was now discovering that this was the perfect height for kissing. They seemed to fit with each other in a way Ty didn’t know possible. He had seen how Helen and Aline were with each other, and Emma and Julian. He saw how in love they were and how the seemed so smitten for one another. He had wondered what that had felt like. He never imagined wanting to kiss someone. It had never been an urge. Not until now.
Luckily, Kit didn’t pull away. He kissed back with just as much power, making Ty shiver. What could have been a millisecond or a decade later, they pulled apart. Kit’s lips were as red as his cheeks.
“Ty-,”
“Does this mean we can still talk?” Ty blurted out, so quickly he was surprised that Kit understood. “I don’t ever want to not be talking again,”
Kit made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a breathe of relief.
“Oh, Sherlock,” he said, smirking like a true Herondale. “We are never not talking again,”
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antisocial-af · 3 years
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Good Intentions (HM500)
Title: Good Intentions
HM500 Prompt: Crack
Gift for @ember-rayne-storm
Rating: G
Wordcount: 500
No Major Archive Warnings
SFW, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Clothing Mishaps.
Summary: With shrunken clothes comes potential.
Read on Ao3
Story:
The door swung open as Alec and Izzy entered the loft. It had been a short hunt tonight, and they were extremely thankful for it. 
“Don’t look so grumpy, big brother.” Izzy teased as she watched Alec started to rid himself of his ichor stained boots, “I’m only here to pick up some potions for the Institute, and then I’m gone.” 
Alec just rolled his eyes and started to make his way to the living room. A frown began to form as he looked around and couldn’t find his boyfriend. 
“Alec, what is Chairman wearing?” Izzy questioned, fumbling as she tried to take her phone out to capture a picture of the tiny cat.
Once, she finally had multiple shots of Chairman in a small red long sleeve, a black waistcoat, and a black-tie to match. Izzy realized she had seen Magnus wear that same outfit not long ago. 
“Does Magnus buy Chairman Meow replica outfits of his own? That’s so cute!” She concluded, taking a few more photos. 
Alec groaned as he watched the tiny feline prance around the loft in his designer clothing because that’s what they had been, at least before the Shadowhunter’s mistake. 
“Sadly, I didn’t have enough foresight to predict Chairman’s potential in modeling; that was all your lovely brother’s doing,” Magnus answered as he made his way in with a small pack of potions. “I can explain. See my Alexander thought he should help around the loft, so he gathered all my clothes and washed them for me. Which is lovely and all, but it seems he didn’t check tags and well,” the warlock motioned his hands towards Chairman Meow, who was now perched on one of the couch’s cushions.  
“I still don’t see why you had to keep it. I offered to replace them.” Alec leveled the cat another glare before pouting at his boyfriend, not caring his sister was here anymore. 
“Look at him, darling! He is a natural at modeling. I am not depriving the world of Chairman’s gift.” Magnus replied airily as he smirked. “Isabelle dear, do you want to see my favorite outfit?” 
“Definitely!” Izzy readily confirmed, bringing her phone camera out again. 
“Magnus, no!” Alec pleaded at the same time. He knew what outfit his boyfriend meant, and he didn’t want his sister having pictures of that! No way!
“I’ll make it up to you later, darling, I promise.” Magnus winked as he waved his hands, changing Chairman’s outfit. At this point, the small cat being used to his owner’s antics barely gave a flinch. When the little dust of blue cleared, it revealed the feline in full black Shadowhunter gear. 
“Wait! Magnus, I don’t remember a blade being able to shrink like that!” Alec pointed out the tiny seraph blade strapped to Chairman’s back. 
“I couldn’t exactly let my poor baby run around in a Shadowhunter costume without all the accessories now, could I, darling?” Magnus responded with a raised eyebrow. “I even have a tiny bow.”  
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Event Finals Day 1
All my thoughts for all finals
Men’s floor
God all the landings SUCKED.
I cannot believe Nikita scored in the 13s.    I don’t think the triple pike was worth it, but it was so damned cool to see. OB
Rayderley Zapata’s landings were so beautiful, especially from his third pass.  And he jumps SO HIGH.  It’s wild.
Okay, so as expected Yul’s landings were stunning except for one.  And then we had his flairs...sigh...it’s wild he still scored higher than Nigornyy though.
Artem Dolgapyat landing lock legged on one of his passes terrifies me, that cannot be good for him at all.  But he stuck his last landing!  I don’t understand why his score was so high though.  OB
Im Hansol: Oooooof big break on his pommel swing skills.  Damn.  And his landings were all over the place.  But his 3 and a half twist was beautiful!
Ryu Sunghyun two feet out of bounds.  But he 100% nailed his pommel skill thing!  Three and a half twist dismount though...that is WILD.
Ooo I like Xiao’s uniform!  He is so absolutely beautiful on floor, even though I miss his relatively easy double back layout which is so elegant.  I love that he doesn’t cross his feet in his twists too, so beautiful.  
Milad Karimi ooooof big out of bounds, but that was an impressive save to not sit that pass down.  
Tie breakers are stupid, if they have the same score they should both get the medal.  
Congratulations to Artem (first Israeli gold gymnastics medal!), Rayderley, and Xiao!!!!
Women’s Vault
Ngl, I’m bummed MyKayla is competing.  I was okay with it until her husband posting that bullshit on IG after Simone dropped and then her tweet, “This is for us Simone”.  Shut up, you know deep down you are THRILLED she dropped.  I hope she doesn’t medal.  “Gymnastics wants her back”.  No it doesn’t lmao.  It wants her racist ass gone.  Stop waving, literally no one cares.
Alexa Moreno, ew stop licking your fingers, that’s so gross.  I hadn’t missed athletes spitting on their hands before vault, but that’s still gross.  Her second vault was gorgeous!!!
Rebeca Andrade UUUUUUUUUUUGH OUT OF BOUNDS ON HER FIRST.  WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.  But thank god it was only her one foot.  Her second vault was so stunning, even with those two big hops on the landing.  YES SHE’S AHEAD OF SKINNER, YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Jade, you are still an incredible athlete who qualified for the Olympics 100000% by yourself and you’re amazing!!!  Don’t let this get your down at ALL!!!!  All those cameras need to get the fuck out of her face omg.
Yeo Seojeong, I love that she wears a sleeveless leo because we never see those anymore.  She had the best landing out of anyone so far!!!!  Yessss!!!!  OOOOOOOOOOOF THAT SECOND VAULT’S LANDING.  JESUS.  Impressive that she did all of it on one foot though.
Shallon Olsen, your leo is giving me life right now.  Your first vault wasn’t the greatest, but you stayed in bounds so that’s nice!!!  The second landing was SO CLOSE to being a stick!!!  But you still need to straighten your knees, girlfriend.
Okay Gelya, your first vault was so stunning!!!  Second vault was...well, you know you can do better.
Lilia Akhaimova, first vault was not great.  Why were you so much to the front of the horse??  
SO EXCITED FOR REBECA!  THE FIRST GOLD FOR BRAZIL IN GYMNASTICS!!!
Men’s Pommel
I still have absolutely no idea what makes a good routine and the difference between the different skills.  
Max Whitlock THAT WAS STUNNING!!!!!!  How does he look like he barely did literally anything when he finished??  I would be dying omg.
Alec Yoder: omg poor break at the very beginning.  But that’s okay because you’re still amazing and we love you.
Sun Wei, ooof baby it’s okay, you still have an Olympic medal and even if you didn’t, you are still an Olympian and amazing.  Plus, the rest of your routine was very nice!
David Belyavskiy, PLEASE get at least a bronze medal, get on the podium!!!  Also it’s shallow to say, but he looks so good in that uniform.  The white pants and the red and blue top.  Super sharp.  Also, a beautiful job!  I hope that’s definitely good enough for a medal!  OMG HIS WINK TO THE CAMERA.  I AM DEAD OH MY GOD I CANNOT, THANK YOU GYMNASTICS GODS hahahahahaha.  Awwww nooooo :((((
Lee Chih Kai it would be super cool if a person from TAIWAN won a medal.  Omg his flairs are absolutely beautiful, those log legs omg.  I wish he would point his toes though.  But that routine as a whole was absolutely magnificent!!!!
Rhys McClenaghan, ooooooooooffffff laying flat on the horse.  BUT being the first Irish gymnast making it to an Olympic gymnastics final is so good!!!  History making!!!  You should be so proud and hopefully we’ll see you in Paris!!!
Kohei Kameyama’s opening handstand was beautiful. 
CONGRATULATIONS MAX WHITLOCK!!!  WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!
Women’s Uneven Bars
I want the medals to be Suni, Nina, and Gelya.  In that order.
Oh Suni girl, missing those connections.  That’s all right though, you still won the all around!!!  Plus, your execution was gorgeous!  Just a smaller start value!  And the fact that you were able to save it and salvage it, amazing.
Ooo Melanie, I like your leo!  Not the greatest, but you still got to compete in the finals at the Olympics!
Nina Derwael’s combination between top and lower bars is so absolutely stunning.  She’s just stunning in general.  As a ballet dancer, I would 100% love her toe point.
Oh Gelya, baby, you are amazing and wonderful and you’re already a gold medalist and a bronze medalist!!  Also, SMALL BUSINESS OWNER???  WHAT??  Designing and selling leos is so cool!!
Fan Yilin’s leotard is absolutely stunning, I’ll never get over it.  And your entire routine was beautiful and we just won’t talk about the landings because it doesn’t matter even though it does.
Lu Yufei, that was beautiful!!!!  Her routine makes me nervous because she stops on handstands so I was concerned she was either going to fall off or fall the wrong way.  
I want Suni to medal, but it would also be awesome if Elisabeth Seitz did too.  
HOW DID SUNI’S ROUTINE HOLD UP OMG.
CONGRATULATIONS TO NINA!!!  
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lynne-monstr · 4 years
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Writers Month 2019: Day 17: Accidental Baby Acquisition (malec)
requested by anonymous
(note that i cannot write children so no actual human babies will appear in this.)
summary: In the event this monumentally stupid stunt gets him gets killed, Magnus only hopes Alec has the good sense to lie to his friends about the cause of his death. He knows for a fact more than one of those bastards has money on him dying of his own bleeding heart.
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“Alec, no!” Magnus lunges, grabbing Alec’s sword arm before he can attack.
Alec twitches beneath his hand but doesn’t shake him off. Later, Magnus will marvel that he’s learned to trust Alec so deeply he'd put himself in the path of a Nephilim weapon without hesitation. But that’s a thought for later. For now, he’s more concerned about what he’s come home to.
It had been such a nice date night, but it already feels like a distant memory.The perils of being a powerful warlock with an equally powerful boyfriend.
All the lights in the loft are off save for the entranceway at their backs. In front of them, the living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city’s light pollution filtering in from the balcony windows. Everything is wreathed in shadow. Magnus feels the weight of his glamour dropping and the room sharpens into the full spectrum of night. Which is when he sees it. In the darkened depths of the living room, there’s a darker smudge under the coffee table.
He and Alec aren’t alone.
There’s something in the room with them, lying in wait beneath the furniture. Magnus tastes the air and the hair on the back of his necks stands up. With his natural vision, he can see what his instincts warned him of, what Alec saw with his heightened Shaowhunter senses. There’s a creature pressed tight against the far leg of the coffee table. But he also sees why he stopped Alec’s attack. The creature is huddled as far away as it can get without leaving the shelter of the furniture.
It isn’t attacking, or preparing an ambush. It’s cowering.
Something that feels like a memory curdles in Magnus’ stomach. He hates to see anyone or anything cower.
Beneath his grip, the muscles of Alec’s forearm twitch. He shifts on the balls of his feet but doesn’t interfere. Warmth expands in Magnus’ chest. Alec’s battle instincts must be screaming but he’s willing to yield to Magnus’ expertise in this particular area.
Edom.
There’s an Edomei in their home.
The Edomei is curled into a ball of pitch-black scales. Its very presence warps the light around it, making the space under the coffee table darker than it should rightfully appear. A pair of equally black wings shoot from the creature's back. The wings look wrong—crooked and grotesque, deformed and hanging in ways that make Magnus shift in discomfort.
“It’s injured.” Alec’s voice is soft, though his body remains a coiled spring. “What’s it doing here?” he adds, keeping his voice low, as if the thing can understand English.
Maybe it can. Magnus has never looked too deeply into the native inhabitants of his homeland aside from strengths, weaknesses, and hunting patterns. The only thing he knows about these creatures is how to kill them.
“I don’t know. It’s not like I invited it over for drinks,” Magnus whispers back. He swallows down the rising dread at the reminder of the place he once called home. He’d prefer to forget this part of his heritage but here it is, not even on his doorstep but inside his home.
Alec, his wonderful Alexander, attempts to lighten the mood. “Well, you did once tell me you made the best cocktails in North America. Maybe word spread.”
Magnus lets out a silent huff, and gives Alec’s arm a squeeze. It never fails to amaze him that Alec can read him so well. He clings to the comfort as he makes his decision on what to do with his uninvited guest. His logical mind says to kill it. The rest of him balks at the thought of killing a child. Because that’s what this is, a tiny, young Edomei that somehow found its way to his loft.
Slowly, he releases his grip on Alec and takes a tentative step forward.
The Edomei under his coffee table backpedals in a flurry of wings. It makes it about three steps before listing off balance, stumbling onto its side with a pained cry. Its wings flap uselessly and a thready screech fills the air.
Magnus is moving before he can convince himself what a terrible idea this is.
“It’s okay,” he says, walking forward with small, tentative steps.
It was never really a decision at all. A child is a child, regardless of species. He only hopes that in the event this monumentally stupid stunt gets him gets killed, Alec has the good sense to lie to his friends about his cause of death. He knows for a fact that more than one of those bastards has money on him dying of his own bleeding heart.
Behind him, Alec keeps pace, hovering at his shoulder. His unsheathed blade glints in the evening light but he doesn’t raise it.
As Magnus gets closer, he can hear the Edomei breathing in weak squeals. Its scaled chest continues to heave, faster and faster as he kneels beside it, a string of nonsense reassurances spilling from his lips in the same low, hushed tones that work well on all types of children.
Around them, the loft is perfectly still.
The eyes that meet Magnus’ gaze are deep red with no pupil but he gets the sense of being studied by a predator. A very small one in need of help, but a predator nonetheless. Magnus doesn’t flinch. This tiny Edomei is hardly the only predator in the room.
After a beat, it lowers its head.
The urge to let out a breath is palpable but Magnus resists. No showing weakness now or it may be the last thing he does.
He leans in for a closer look. The small dragon-like creature isn’t just dark in color but filthy. Caked between the scales are layers upon layers of dirt and grime. Magnus wrinkles his nose. It must have dragged itself through half the gutters of Brooklyn in search of shelter.
“Alright, let’s patch you up. This rug is a lost cause but we can still salvage the hardwood if we work fast.” There’s no response, which is a shame but ultimately not a surprise. He’s not sure if it’s because the Edomei doesn’t understand human language, or because the denizens of his father’s realm don’t have a sense of humor. Either is equally likely.
Raising a hand, he prepares to summon a ball of magic to his aid.
“Magnus be careful,” Alec interrupts before he can cast the spell. He’s in a defensive stance at Magnus’ shoulder, blade poised to plunge into the Edomei’s heart at the slightest provocation. “You don’t know why it’s here. It could kill us both the moment you heal it.”
They both remember the battle at the beach, the sheer amount of devastation even a single Edomei can wreak. Even a small one—practically a baby, Magnus realizes with an ache—is incredibly dangerous.
“It’s a child, Alexander. It’s here because it has nowhere else to go.”
Alec’s eyes go a little bit soft, his blade slowly lowering though he doesn’t drop his guard. His Alexander has always had a soft spot for the young.
“It must have come through that portal and escaped detection all this time. Unsurprising, considering its size. When it got hurt and tried to go home, the portal no longer existed and there was no magic for it to follow back to Edom. I suppose it found my magic instead and traced it here.” Magnus swallows down the memories of filthy alleys and rancid food and the absolute knowledge that no one in the world cared for him enough to save him. “An easy mistake to make, considering where my magic comes from.”
A warm hand settles on his shoulder. “You’re nothing like him, Magnus.”
“I know,” he says, and isn’t that something, that those are words he can say without a hint of sarcasm.
He spent his entire life doubting, convinced that there was no atoning for the sins of his past. He still has his moments of weakness, but he can’t deny the impact of Alec’s stalwart acceptance. In this moment, he’s intensely, absurdly grateful that he trusted Alec enough to take that leap and tell him of his heritage. To trust the man he loves with his most closely guarded and shameful secret.
Alec’s hand falls away and Magnus doesn’t need to look to know he’s readying himself for a fight if things go wrong. “Do what you have to do. I’ll cover you.”
Before he can regret his choice, Magnus sends out a stream of magic into the Edomei’s mangled wings.
This time, the creature’s cry is pure excitement. The moment the last of the hollow bones knit together, it launches itself into the air, circling the remnants of magic coming off Magnus’ fingers. Magnus nearly blasts it but years of helping untrained warlocks control their magic stays his hand.
Alec steps in close but doesn’t attack, still following Magnus’ lead.
Following a hunch, Magnus shoots out a few harmless sparks. The the Edomei flies after it, landing in a tangle of wings on the far end of Magnus’ couch. It bounces on the cushion, trying to grab at the dancing points of bright blue magic. When that doesn’t work it breathes out a tiny jet of fire, no larger than the flickering flame of a lighter. Magnus presses his lips together, not wanting to laugh and scare the creature. His resolve nearly breaks when he looks over at Alec, whose eyes are wide, a lopsided smile painted across his face as he watches what should be a fearsome beast pounce on bits of magic.
“My poor couch,” Magnus laments with a frown, sending out a couple more bursts of magic. Some of it races around the Edomei, the rest erases the tiny burn marks from the upholstery. At the same time he he spares a burst of power to gradually brighten the lights in the room. He's getting tired of not seeing in color.
Alec presses his lips together but can’t hide his amusement. “We’re keeping it, aren’t we?” The words are resigned but there’s a hopeful tone in his voice that tells Magnus he’s just as enamored with their unexpected visitor as Magnus is. His voice turns contemplative as he adds, “I wonder why this one is so different than the others.”
“Well, we did save it. Maybe it’s grateful,” Magnus says, though he’s not convinced at his own glib answer.
“Or maybe there’s nothing inherently evil about being from Edom,” Alec replies, pointedly. “Maybe the other Edomei were taught how to be destructive and this one never learned how to hurt people.”
Magnus can’t help himself, he leans in and kisses Alec. Just a light press of lips but enough to let him know how much his words mean.
They both tense for a split second when the Edomei flies at them but it merely settles on Magnus’ shoulder.
“It needs a name,” Alec says, watching the two of them with a fond expression that’s usually reserved for Magnus himself.
“He needs a name,” Magnus corrects. He considers whether or not to be jealous of Alec’s affection and decides against it. The Edomei is adorable, after all.
As if it can sense his thoughts, his new shoulder companion gives another happy noise and plops it’s head down to rest in what was until that very moment a perfectly styled hairdo.
Mischief lights up Alec’s face, now clearly visible in the well lit room. “How about Michelangelo, since he’s clearly a master artisan.” He points to Magnus’ hair, which has become a birds-nest in an almost literal sense. “And now the next time you try to tell me you shared quarters with Michelangelo, it will actually be true.” One corner of his mouth turns up, clearly pleased with himself.
Magnus pretends to pout. “Are you insulting my flirting?” He still remembers the look of confusion that pickup line had earned him from Alec in those early days. Nothing like the smile that lights up his face now, or the warm glint in his eyes that Magnus can feel all the way down to his bones. He pretends to pout, for old time’s sake. “Fine, but if he tries to crawl into our bed at night, you have only yourself to blame.”
Alec grins in satisfaction. “Michelangelo it is.”
The Edomei kneads its claws into the expensive fabric of Magnus’ silk shirt. Magnus grumbles about Versace but his heart isn’t in it. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
The tiny creature flaps its wings, stretching out its long neck and letting out a high-pitched honking noise completely at odds with its small frame. Magnus assumes it’s some form of agreement and scratches its belly in reassurance.
It looks like there were going to be three of them in the loft for the foreseeable future.
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. you know who i am? .
k, so i didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. also, my first time writing in present tense? idk how to feel about it, but i guess it’s different. it felt so different writing for like actual humans lol. my first ‘normal’ fic, this is!
please for the sake of this making sense can we all pretend jennie, joy and irene are around the same age? also look who had fun with brand names. moi.
anyways this is [badgirl/bully!joohyun ‘persuading’ clumsy freshman!seungwan to be her assignment buddy] 
...
University culture is grating.
It’s overwhelming and it suffocates her. She has no time to prepare herself for the apparent runway the halls have become, what with the stupid-rich kids treating every day like it’s a fashion show; Seungwan can barely blink from one person to the next without being smacked across the face with fur coats from Chanel, Louis Vuitton sunglasses hidden under Prada nylon bucket hats and Off-White tracksuits tucked into Balenciaga socks. She hadn’t considered a future in law enforcement, but had she done so, anyone who tucked their trousers into their socks mid-calf would find themselves behind bars with the rest of the criminal scum. End of.
Just as she dusts her hands of that smug little sentiment, Seungwan finds herself with a face full of hair, and an even bigger nose full of what smells like laundry detergent. She lets out an embarrassing squeal, and the girl turns round to face her. A ghost of a scowl brushes across her face before she fixes her with an indiscernible gaze.
That scowl is an awful colour on a face as pretty as yours, she impulsively thinks.
Seungwan knows no more about the history of art and the intricacies of sculpture than the average Joe, but she’s sure Michelangelo missed the mark with David. She inwardly laughs at the thought of the man dedicating his entire being to crafting his flimsy idea of ‘perfection’ when she’d just bumped into it; the real thing. Of course, if that was defined by forming new constellations from faded freckles on flawless skin, or vantablack tresses framing sharp features like a painting, then yes; she was, by very definition, ‘the perfect (wo)man’. Easily outdoing anyone within a 50-metre radius.
Heck, make that 500.
The girl glares intimidation and Seungwan manages to save herself the humiliation of drooling in front of the white-hot beauty and her friends with a quick gulp, already feeling crimson seeping into her cheeks.
Perfect; now that she’s watched whatever new potential friendship this was blow up in her face, all she has to do is avoid her at all costs from here on out.
She mouths a haphazard apology and zooms past before anything can come of it, keeping her head down even after she’s well out of sight. Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi, save me, she brisk walks and begs all the way to class.
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A small commotion rings through the lecture hall of keyboard clicks and lethargic shuffles, calling to attention the girl who’s just spilt her drink down her front, now frantically digging around in her backpack for anything she can use to soak it up. A few jeering giggles are stifled, meanwhile students close by donate tissues and sympathetic looks. They are gratefully accepted with rapid-fire bows and machine-gun stuttered apologies.
“That freshman’s just ruined her rep, huh?” Jennie chuckles, “blindly walking into people… can’t even keep liquid in the cup. Give her a dog collar and a sign and she’s good to go.”
“Eh, I thought it was cute.”
Jennie’s retort comes quick.
“Sooyoung, you think anything in a skirt is cute.”
“What,” the girl says, ignoring the implication, “Haetnimie doesn’t wear skirts. And she’s not even wearing one right now. Plus, I didn’t say ‘she’s cute’, I said ‘it’s cute’. Learn the difference, idiot… it’s not like I wanna have at her or anything…”
Jennie shoots her an incredulous look and Sooyoung relents the banter. They both turn their attention to the girl sitting next to them, completely un-present in the moment. Sooyoung notices who she’s looking at and leans in to nudge her.
“Joohyun,” she whispers, poking her in the ribs when it’s obvious their friend is well on her way to signing a contract with NASA with how apparently well accustomed to space she is, “what do you think of her? Or are you still mad she walked into you?”
“Nah, forget it,” Jennie waves her off before she’s even had a chance to respond, “she’s not interested. I had to literally pay her money to go on a stupid double date with me in high school. I washed five cars for her to not even hold his hand once during the movie.”
Instead of participating, Joohyun sighs, casting the girl in question a seemingly uninterested stare. Unbothered eyes take in the sight she’s presented with: frustrated brows knitted together under a wispy caramel fringe and a blot of taro milk tea the size of Canada staining her baby blue jumper.
“I want her.”
The words are so simple her friends almost miss them entirely.
Sooyoung and Jennie battle for first place in an impromptu competition of ‘who’s-the-most-shocked’.
“You’re joking! Yah, you’re so annoying seriously, now?! You couldn’t have ‘wanted’ Min-seok in year nine?! I paid good, hard cash for that stupid boy!”
Joohyun looks at her, smug as a cat.
“I did it for you, Jennie. I didn’t even remember his name was Min-ho.”
“Min-seok.”
“Yeah, right.”
Sooyoung, wide-eyed and on the verge of passing out, grabs Joohyun by the shoulders, ignoring the glare she receives for it. “Joohyun, seriously? You’re serious. You want her like want her? Or want her like you wanted that cookbook after that trial week of Food Tech during summer break?”
Joohyun regards her, absolutely blasé. “I don’t follow recipes.”
“Exactly. Are you play-”
Sooyoung’s statement dies down with the rest of the class as the lecturer walks in. Furious clicking, hurricane scribbles and flipping pages are all that remain as the lesson kicks off, Jennie and Sooyoung casually scrolling through Instagram while the professor speaks. Joohyun leans forward, elbows on desk and chin resting on interlocked fingers. Her full attention is on the poor girl on the other side of the hall, intermittently peeling the cold, damp fabric away from her body, face flushed and avoiding all eye contact. Joohyun snickers at how uncomfortable it must be to have to sit through class in a wet jumper, how awkward and squeamish she looks.
Strawberry-tinted lips curl into the faintest smirk.
Hello cutie.
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“Yah! Kang Seul-Gi!” Seungwan calls out to chocolate-swirly space buns and baggy gym clothes hurtling towards her from across campus grounds, “where the heck were you?!”
“Sorry sorry! Overslept!”
“What!? Your class starts at noon! … and this is like… day 1!”
The girl looks like she’s barely had the chance to screw her head on the right way as she joins Seungwan on the steps of the university entrance.
Seungwan’s sweating buckets; physically and metaphorically, both from the waves of humidity and her all-exclusive one-idiot circus show this morning in class. That little muck up makes it to the tippy top of the endless list of embarrassing things Seungwan has stored in her long-term memory.
“You okay?”
Seungwan palms rosy cheeks as she takes another mouthful of her rainbow sherbet cone.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened to me.”
Seulgi chortles as her best friend recounts her ordeal, trying to subdue the sea of smart alec remarks bubbling under her skin.
“So that was great, too. And now I’m a laughing stock. A meme. They’re probably editing my stupid face as I speak…”
Seulgi reverts back to the first incident. Of course she would.
“Sooo… not like in the dramas then?”
Seungwan hangs her head, “not at all… she looked like she wanted to kill me.”
Seulgi lets out a snort before prodding her with more curious questions. The cogs in Seungwan’s brain churn and stutter as she tries to filter as many redundant adjectives as possible, only using ones she deems absolutely necessary to describe the most beautifully terrifying girl she’s ever seen.
Just then, as if Seungwan had meant to conjure hell itself, the three girls make an appearance from round the corner, chatting amongst themselves and taking Seungwan and Seulgi by surprise. The latter glances down where steely fingers are squeezing her wrist, as if that’d activate some magical cloak of invisibility. Seungwan’s as good as swallowed her tongue, shakily motioning to the girl in the middle of the black velvet storm with her eyes and a few nose twitches.
“H-her…” she stutters, finally getting her brain into gear after they leave, “… her.”
Innocent eyes double in size at the realisation.
“Wha-wait no, her?! You bumped into… her?! Her, Bae Joohyun leader of killer senior pack Bae Joohyun?”
Seungwan’s heart only thumps faster at the panic in Seulgi’s voice, but her words still mean nothing. The other girl swipes the dangling question marks off the top of her friend’s clueless head.
“Yo Wan-ah, you have to lay low. I mean why would you even – oh geez wow you really messed up. Can’t you look where you’re – I can’t even begin to – why would you – oh my gosh!”
Seulgi’s disjointed sentences allow enlightenment to trickle in and Seungwan slaps a hand over her forehead, mortified.
Oh god no. That’s the Bae Joohyun?
She’d heard the rumours. Many, rumours. Bae Joohyun who makes her juniors cry. Bae Joohyun; precious daughter of the most elusive mafia gang leader in all of Korea. Bae Joohyun; ice queen senior, sole roost-ruler of Hanyang University and the biggest bully you’ll ever meet.
Positively preposterous, empty claims with no evidence whatsoever to back them up… she hopes.
“Pft yeah okay she’s… mean, but she’s not like… jesus or anything she can’t… like… part the Red Sea or, turn water into vodka I don’t know,” Seungwan tries and fails at consoling herself, receiving nothing but an apologetic pat on the back from the girl beside her.
“Yeah well… she’s not the messiah but everyone treats her like it. And for the sake of your own neck, you’d better start too. Watch out, Wan-ah.”
Seungwan hadn’t paid any mind to those wet-eared freshmen whom she’d overheard during orientation gossiping about Joohyun and her charming little posse; but perhaps she should have.
She gulps, too afraid to think of anything else.
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Seungwan often fantasizes at work. There has to be some way to pass the time, after all.
Deep down she’s a sucker for romance, she knows it far too well; she envisions herself ten years down the line, letting whoever she has on the other end of the phone know that she’ll be home soon, that work has just been extra grueling today, and that she cannot wait to give them a cuddle. She’ll stir the dinner pot while she tells them stories, pausing in between to remind her lover how beautiful they are. Perhaps one day, the honour will be hers, to see her soulmate walking down the aisle.
But as the tinkling of the doorbell rings through her café, Seungwan files those cloudy fantasies for later and greets her first customers with a smile.
She hasn’t been sleeping very well, worrying her mind with ridiculous thoughts and impossible scenarios. All involving Joohyun as a tick-tocky alligator and herself as none other than Captain ‘I’m-actually-innocent-why-are-you-still-trying-to-eat-me’ Hook.
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It’s five minutes to closing time. Seungwan suppresses the yawn in her chest and blinks away the moisture in her eyes. Just zero to sixty, five times in your head. You got this, Seungwan. Gosh, there’s no one in the café and hardly anyone outside. She briefly contemplates closing early.
“Small iced Americano.”
“Coming r – aii!! Ai…!”
Seungwan’s adrenaline spikes so high she could serve it ice cold in a coffee cup right now. Caught completely off guard, she begins stammering nonsense behind the till, crinkling the leather of her dark brown work apron and then using the hem of her polo shirt to wring clammy palms none the drier. All the while her customer stands there, brow quirked and card held out between slender fingers. Her expression, although slightly amused, threatens her to take her money, or else.
Before she can open her mouth, a buttery voice snaps her out of her trance.
“Hello, Seung – wan… hey, don’t we have Korean Literature together?”
Seungwan tries not to spontaneously combust on the job as she instinctively slaps a hand over her name tag. It’s useless though, it is now known. Known to her, of all people. The notorious Bae Joohyun; dressed in Acne jeans and an over-sized midnight Balenciaga cardigan, she looks like any other young, caffeine-dependent university student. But Seungwan knows a lot better.
Oh god save me… what the hell is she doing here!? This has to be a set up. She’s here for me. I’m going to die tonight. Mummy, daddy I love you.
“J-J-Juh…”
She can’t say it. All the years of schooling; learning the alphabet and how to enunciate your words drain out through the holes in her ears. She gawks dumbly, moving her head in what could be considered to be a nod.
“Ah, I thought I recognised you,” she doesn’t even bother trying to sound surprised, “I’m Joohyun.”
Don’t I know.
All Seungwan can do is nod again, hating herself for even breathing right now.
Joohyun clicks her tongue and fiddles with the card in her hand, impatient, “soooo… is this Americano free, or…?”
Yes, yes it’s free, please just take it and go! I’ll upgrade it to an extra-large if you want, on me! If it means I’m spared for the rest of my student life, take it all! Jesus, how did you even find me?!
“Ah, yes. Sorry! Uh, yes that’ll be um two fif – two… two thirty.”
There’s a shaky exchange of a debit card and a forgotten peace treaty iced Americano before Seungwan takes an unconscious shuffle back from the register, eyes glued to the smudge on the toe of her right sneaker, unable to meet Joohyun’s piercing gaze for too long.
“Thank you, Seungwan.”
The way she lingers on the ‘S’ whispers shivers down the girl’s spine. She glances up at the worst possible time, too, nearly jumping out of her mismatched Muji socks when she sees Joohyun’s hibiscus-tinted lips bloom into a coy smirk.
“I’ll see you around.”
And with what a shivering Seungwan could’ve sworn was a terrible attempt at a wink, Joohyun is gone. Clutching at her chest, she tries to slow her accelerated heartrate, praying she doesn’t need heart surgery after what she’s just been through.
Seulgi’s so hearing about this.
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“Daebak,” Sooyoung scoffs, side-eyeing Joohyun as she twiddles her pen.
“What else did you say?” Jennie presses, taking a sip of her chai latte.
Joohyun merely hums, disclosing no further details of her little cafe incident. She misses Jennie’s disbelieving grin when the walking, talking definition of awkward bumbles into the lecture hall, just on time, armful of texts and messy cinnamon locks matted to her face.
Sooyoung can’t resist a jest. “Joohyun, look. It’s idiocy on legs.”
Joohyun bites back a snort as her eyes follow the girl stumbling and murmuring apologies all the way to her seat. She slumps into the chair with burning cheeks, brushing her hair back with her fingers and fiddling with her gingerbread fringe. Too cute, Joohyun thinks, gritting her teeth.
It happens about mid-way in the class. The mention of pair work triggers the uniform eye-roll, groan and grumble combo, more so from the seniors, who sure as hell don’t want to be paired with icky, snot-nosed first-years who can barely lift their spoons to their mouths. The grumbling evaporates when it is stated that, although compulsory, it is not a fixed-paired assignment.
Seungwan breathes a sigh of relief along with a few others, content to set up camp in the aisles of the library, perfectly undisturbed. But she suddenly feels paler than chalk; flashbacks of heeled boots, midnight cardigans and heart surgery flooding into her veins once more when she catches a pair of stealthy pupils regarding her from across the room. A deceptively sweet smile sparkling on those dreaded lips, breath-taking and utterly petrifying all at once. Even from the other side of a bloody lecture theatre, Bae Joohyun has Seungwan sweating bullets and unconsciously fidgeting at her collar to release steam no one else can see.
About a minute away from hurling herself out the nearest window, Seungwan diverts her attention to her notebook at the last second. 
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Seungwan stabs her chopstick into the egg yolk, watching it dribble all over her rice. She’s jealous of her own best friend who doesn’t have to live every waking hour with a red sniper laser dot on her back.
Should’ve majored in art too, goddamnit, she curses, poking her lunch in a dazed stupor.
“Wan-ah!”
She scoffs at the familiarity, but Seulgi’s crescent moon grin makes Seungwan momentarily forget.
~~~~~~~~~~
The black cursive of Han Kang’s literature stares up at her as she tries to digest what she’s reading, but she swears her brain allocates the worst times for that sneaky Bae Joohyun to pop up like an unwanted advertisement. Seems like now, she’s going to have to sit through an entire trilogy.
Despite the crippling dread, Seungwan can’t help but wonder. They’re so silly, but she wonders them anyway. She feels free to let her mind wander in the safety of the university library.
Bae Joohyun; Seungwan’s mind is unchanged; she’s the most beautiful girl she’s laid eyes on. It’s a unique kind of beauty; mysteriously edgy, knife-like and femme fatale. The grin Joohyun gave her in class this morning, she knows she should be running from it, but it doesn’t stop the fact that it’s been playing in her head on repeat ever since.
Seungwan unintentionally imagines what it would be like to kiss that sunset-infused smirk right off her face.
Too bad she’s a mean one, she sighs.
She doesn’t get much further with the actual task at hand when her blood-pressure plummets; she watches leader of the killer senior pack, Bae Joohyun, artlessly sit down in the chair next to her. It’s like the world stops spinning for the second it takes their eyes to meet, and Seungwan quivers in her seat, thoughts of literature fleeing out the back of her brain.
Trying to be polite, she gives her a courteous nod and returns to her reading. But Joohyun just sits there, staring, peppering her body with smoking bullet holes – it frightens her in the weirdest way. She can’t help the tiny bubble of… excitement? At the fact that Hanyang’s notorious Bae Joohyun is sitting next to her. Probably to get close enough to kill her, of course, but she’d count her blessings, no matter how terrifying. The thread finally snaps, and Seungwan is able to channel her inner stone statue no more, wordlessly excusing herself and stumbling to the bathroom.
It’s empty and silent; exactly what she needs. She flicks some cool water over the burning in her cheeks and dabs at the heat welled in the corners of her eyes.
But just as she’s about to leave, Joohyun’s standing in the doorway; cloaked in all her intimidating aura and eclipsing her only exit.
“Bathroom break so soon?” Joohyun’s voice drips into her ears like melted honey as she observes a wry smile crawl onto her face, “we’ve barely gotten started. Let’s get back to work… partner.”
It’s kicking in only now what Joohyun is saying. And it takes everything Seungwan has to formulate a pathetic response.
“Oh right, a-about that,” she nervously chuckles, averting her gaze and scratching the back of her neck, “uh, I-I was just um… I don’t wanna drag anyone down with – you know because you’re a senior and all – was m-maybe thinking –”
She doesn’t get very far when Joohyun begins advancing, walking towards her with such sure, dominating strides Seungwan has no choice but to back away, the piercing squeaks of Adidas sneakers easily drowning out the clicking of Louboutin heeled boots. Joohyun sports that coy smirk the whole time she’s cornering poor Seungwan, further and further back, until…
A tiny yelp is torn from her as her back hits the wall. Seungwan strains up to meet her eyes, 5 inch boots are a very useful intimidation tool. Her heart feels about as fragile as sugar glass, and she thinks it would do her good to invest in those styrofoam packing peanuts and a roll of caution tape.  
Joohyun observes the little caramel-haired mouse girl she’s caught; pressed against the cool, beige tile, both hands out in front of her, quivering like a jello pile. She quickly notes the way the top of Seungwan’s head just about grazes the bottom of the wall-mounted paper towel dispenser, and it stretches her grin even further. She looks irresistible, those doe eyes the colour of warm cocoa. Who knew she had a thing for sweet faces, well-intentions and weak-hearts?
Realising her hands aren’t doing anything to keep the other girl at bay, Seungwan drops them like a tonne of bricks - she’s never felt so small and helpless in her life. The rich scent of vanilla and mint tickles her nose; Joohyun’s too close, and she really needs those fragile stickers to go over the thumping in her chest. But she also wants to nuzzle in closer to that intoxicating shampoo smell.
“P-please… I-I didn’t mean to…”
Her voice sounds so tiny and fragile, it tugs on Joohyun’s heartstrings.
“You know who I am?” she demands in somewhat of a growl, caging the smaller girl in with both arms pressed on either side of her head, causing her to gasp out, “you’ve heard?”
Seungwan shrinks a little more, petunias searing onto her milky cheeks at the proximity, but terror-stricken nonetheless. It’s burning, and it’s too much.
A small ‘mm’ and a teary nod is all she can offer.
Joohyun shoots her a challenging smirk, a kaleidoscope of obsidian pebbles flicker in her darkened eyes as she brings a single finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her so she’s forced to look up.
“And you still think you have a choice?”
Seungwan wishes she could rear up at the challenge, hammer some humility into that smug attitude in front of her; put Bae Joohyun in her place. But who is she to change the way the world works? Girls like Joohyun toy with what they want, and get what they toy with; the natural order of things Seungwan has no hope of re-routing. Her resolve, her dignity and everything she’s built up in her 20 years on earth crumbles at her feet; she doesn’t bother picking up the pieces.
With that, she looks up at the girl who still has her locked in with her eyes alone, and meekly shakes her head.
Seungwan can finally breathe when Joohyun detaches herself from the wall and runs both hands down the front of her blouse. She hears a chuckle and before she knows it, there’s an arm around her waist, moving them in tandem.
She doesn’t see the triumphant smile etched into Joohyun’s rosebud lips, like she’s swallowed a coat hanger. All she knows is that they’re now bound by this assignment, and that Joohyun is leaving with exactly what she came for.
Seungwan hides a shy grin of her own.
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