#........oh geez fuck I am NOT putting this in the character tag

[lambkiin]

Late Nights at the Diner

Roach (Trailer Park of Terror) x AFAB!Reader

Tags; Roach 😳, quickie, two uses of degrading name calling, mutual masturbation, p in v sex, in the back of a car, a few minor timeskips because I’m insane

I will fix the “read more” formatting when I have access to a PC.

AN: First attempt at writing a fic for Roach, I think it turned out fairly well. If some sentences look weird I powered through writing this with a awful crick in my neck, have mercy. Enjoy and have fun!

I’ll also mention that the character and I are both from the deep south, so the dialogue won’t always make a whole lotta sense sound wise unless you’re aware of all the different ways we pronounce “you” down here.

Dawn was drawing close, it was nearly 3:30am. You parked your Mustang near the front door of the joint, climbing out and shutting the door with a metallic click. Sighing softly, you checked the pockets of your stained work apron. You looked around at your surroundings after locating your cash, checking out all the vehicles in the lot.

One car in particular caught your eye, it…was certainly something along the lines of junker. There was a skull and crossbones spray-painted to the side, as well as some words you couldn’t exactly make out in the dark. “Promisin’ crowd…” You muttered, sluggishly making your way to the entrance.

You were somewhat of a regular here, being thrown an excited wave by the waitress, Fiona. Knowing by now you could sit where you pleased, you returned her wave and went to sit at your usual spot- well, this isn’t going as planned. Speechless, you were completely frozen, your shocked eyes locked onto the man before you.

He sat with an arm thrown over the booth, and a cig hanging from his lips. He was also aware of his surroundings, you wanted to pass out as he turned his head towards you.

“Need somethin’ darlin’?” He quirked a brow, subtle smirk pulling onto his face. Geez, for a man who looks like he’d just changed the oil in a car…he was- very attractive. You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it. “M’ I in yer spot? Sorry ‘bout that. Why don’cha join me? I don’t bite.” He gave you a toothy grin, gesturing to the booth across from himself.

It was something about the way he spoke to you that just went straight down- oh shut up. You don’t even know his name! Fuck it, you’ve got nothing to lose. You gave him a small smile, sliding into the booth he’d offered.

“Thank you, er…?” You tilted your head up to the man, taking in his features proper.

“Names Roach, no it’s not a nickname either.” He put out his cigarette in the tables ashtray, having noticed your nostril twitching.

“Roach, I like it…rolls off the tongue.” You grinned, genuinely finding charm in the mans off the wall name.

“Ya gonna tell me yer name? Or am I jus’ gonna have’ta call ya beautiful all night?” He was far too good at these lines, it was doing its job in making you blush. You let out an embarrassed cough, composing yourself.

“Y/n, do ya do this with everyone at the diner?” You snorted, leaning towards him with your chin resting against your palm.

“Don’ think any of them truckers are as pretty as you, hm? I’ll blame it on luck I ran into ya tonight.” His eyes drifted to the side, then back to you. “Ready to order?”

~

Somehow it hadn’t been long between your arrival and his, you ordered together. You were now finishing up your coke, picking up one of the remaining fries to eat.

Fiona walked over once again. “One ticket or two?” She asked, unsure if you had been meeting him here or if it was chance. Roach spoke up right before you could, that award-winnin’ grin spread across his face.

“Just one, thank ya.” Fiona nodded in response, walking away to get the ticket squared away. Roach pulled out his wallet, ready to pay for the meal.

“You don’t have to do that, let me pay my part.” Your brows turned upwards, reaching for your folded stack of tips.

“My mama taught me better’n that, darlin’. Hell, ya could get any man to pay yer way with looks like that.” He sent you a wink. Lord almighty, you weren’t usually one for a quick fuck- but maybe you’ll indulge. Fiona brought your one ticket, accepting the cash from Roach. She turned to you, offering another wave of goodbye.

~

You and Roach stepped out into the cool nights air together, stopping for a moment while he lit up another cigarette. “Which one is yours? Vehicles- I mean.” You asked, watching as he took a deep drag off the cig.

“Mine? Oh- that one there…towards the side.” Of course the one from earlier was his, it matched him far too well.

“I suppose everything about ya is eye-catching, huh? Doin’ anything after this?” You boldly asked, one and obvious intention in mind, it was 4am. Roach nearly choked on smoke, eyes darting towards you and as wide as dinner plates. He regained his cool just as fast as he’d lost it, ready to throw down more of his smooth-talker lines.

“What for? Wanna see the interior?” He smirked, letting his cigarette hang from his mouth like it had been a half hour ago.

“Somethin’ like that. God, you look so good like that.” You muttered without even thinking, drawing closer to him for warmth in the wind.

“Well come on over then, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you towards his car. You’d just realized how tall he was, at least a foot taller than yourself, you fit so wonderfully into his side. It didn’t take too long to reach the edge of the parking lot, taking in the somewhat endearing sight of his beater. “The grand tour…” His arm left your shoulders, pulling the back door open. He gestured for you to get in, taking the cigarette from his lips and stomping it out on the gravel.

You slid into the back seat, kicking a few bottles as you did so. The interior was in shockingly good condition for what the outside looked like. Roach followed in after you, shutting the door behind himself. “This what ya wanted, baby? Takin’ ol’ Roach in the back of ‘is Buick like a whore?” The car was perfect for you, but he looked just a bit too tall for it.

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” You turned towards him, crawling forward. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pushed him against the same door he’d just closed. “Bet you’ll be the whore beggin’ fer more when I’m done with ya.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his very much exposed neck.

“Bold claim, darlin’, but I like yer enthusiasm.” He complied as you pulled his unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders, grabbing and prodding at his arms along the way.

“Oh you’ll see, sweetheart.” You whispered quietly to him, taking his jaw into your hand. You tilted his head back, your glossed lips pressing into his rougher ones. Roach hummed into the kiss feeling your other hand tugging at his tank top. He removed his arms from the holes, breaking the kiss so you could pull it completely off of him.

“Angels above…” You muttered to yourself, taking in just how beautiful his body was. You moved your head down, leaving faint kisses from his jaw to his chest. “You are just…somethin’ else.” The compliments came so easily when it came down to it, you were absolutely letting yourself fall in love with this smooth-talking stranger. Your hands brushed over his ribs, sides, his softer torso…committing every bit of it to memory.

Roach was becoming putty in your hands, he’d expected you to get straight to business. He didn’t know what to say to all this seemingly genuine affection he was receiving. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that ta butter me up.” He chuckled, pushing a stray hair from your eyes. He was bricked into oblivion with the gentleness, and the situation all together.

You brought your head back up to eye level with him, cupping his cheeks and staring for but a moment. “I’m not ‘jus’ sayin’’ it, I mean it. Ya may as well be the mos’ gorgeous man I ever did lay eyes on.” You raked your hands through his sandy brown mullet, going in to steal another one of his gentle kisses. “Do you still want this?”

“More than ever, darlin’. How could I deny ya anythin’ with how sweet yer bein’ to me.” He showed off that toothy grin again, making your heart flutter.

You reached down, undoing the silver buckle at his hips. Surprised at this point he hadn’t asked you to remove your own clothing, he seemed to be entirely distracted by your face. The expression on his face was damn near lovesick, suppose he was letting himself get invested just like you were.

After successfully getting his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, you tugged them down a bit bringing his undergarments with. Your face reddened upon catching a glimpse of his hardened cock, not having expected it look that…fulfilling.

“Damn, pretty boy. Like I said before, everythin’ about ya is eyecatchin’ as can be.” You untied your apron, grabbing it and the hem of your dress to pull it all off. Thankfully it was a day you’d chosen not to wear one of those horrifically uncomfortable things called a bra. You watched with a small giggle as Roach’s eyes dropped to your now exposed chest.

“Ain’t tha’ somethin’….shiyt.” That was probably the most emphasis you’d ever heard anyone use on the word shit, he was awestruck- thats for sure. You lifted up one leg at a time, figuring out the least awkward way to remove your own undergarments. “You are right beautiful yerself, darlin’. I ain’t seen nothin’ like ya before, and I’m hopin’ ta see ya again…” He admitted, reaching out to touch on your hips and thighs.

“See me again? Of course, sweetheart.” You settled between his legs, your own draped over his thighs. “Give me….jus’ a second.” The angle would be somewhat awkward if you didn’t do this part yourself, may as well give the man a show out of this. As much as he’s already getting.

He watched your lowers with wide eyes as your own hand trailed to it. “Oh, mama.” He whined, his cock twitching with anticipation.

You ran a few quick strokes over your clit, reaching back further to push two of your own fingers into your entrance. Your face contorted with desperation as you stretched yourself open, fingers slipping in and out.

Roach huffed a breath, reaching for his strained hardness and grabbing at the tip. “Ya just know exactly what yer doin’, don’cha?” He chuckled, that noise turning into a soft moan as he dragged his hand down his length.

You continued for a moment longer, removing your hand and looking up. Roach met your gaze, he’d stroked himself at the same pace you’d been working. “You…ready?” You asked breathlessly, receiving a quick and violent nod in response. “Alright…”

One hand met his shoulder for stability, the other was grabbed by him. “Not gonna let this go ta waste, right?” He brought your fingers towards his face, the same ones you’d just used on yourself. Your face darkened by shades as he took those two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside of them. You could feel the furnace inside yourself well up again, the hand on his shoulder moving to line him up with your entrance.

The moan Roach let out was guttural, the depth vibrating the fingers he still had in his mouth. You removed them, planting the hand over his chest. You sank down onto him slowly, really just making sure the preparation was good enough. Low and behold, that- along with the ocean down there was plenty enough. “You have been far too good to me tonight, darlin’.” He whined, resting his grip comfortably on your hips.

“It’s the sweet talk, and those devilish- good looks.” You stumbled over your words, his cock finally bottoming out inside you. “Oh, Roach. Fuck-“ You moaned out, raising yourself up again and sliding back down.

“Shit, baby- you feel s’good.” His large hands clung to your hips, not quite bruising but not gentle either. “D’ya need help?” He asked, feeling your legs shake against him.

“Maybe, christ.” You tried to continue the pace yourself, the sensation of Roach joining in the efforts reaching your core. “Oh god.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss.

Your bodies moved in succession, all you could hear was his loud moans, your own, and the cars suspension squeaking away. “Y- Yer fuckin’ me so good, doll- ain’t never felt nothin’ like this.” He held you comfortingly close as the pace got sloppier and sloppier.

You buried your hand into his hair, tugging at it ever-so-slightly. “Roach…sweetheart- m’gonna…oh fuck.” A curse cut off your words, you ground down on him as well as you could. “M’gonna cum…” You muttered into the crook of his neck.

“M’too doll, feels so fuckin’ good.” His head leaned back into the window, heavy breaths and whimpers escaping his throat. “Jus’ a little longer-“ He near pleaded, still thrusting his hips in tandem with yours.

Your moans got more frantic as he reached deeper and deeper within you, that feeling in your stomach coiling up.

“Faster! Faster-“ You breathed out, feeling him speed up beneath you. “Fuck!” He could feel the building coil himself.

“S’it okay if I- cum-“ He was having trouble with his words, you knew what he was talking about.

“Yes, yes- cum inside me, sweetheart.” You were on the pill, you wanted that intimacy with him. As soon as you’d said it, his pace picked up furiously. “OH baby-“

You both moaned out loudly as he thrusted one last time, your orgasm hit you like a bag of rocks. You could feel the warmth of his own orgasm seeping inside of you. There was a moment of silence as you both rode out your endings, heavy breaths being the only noise.

You rested your forehead against his, making eye contact as your bodies shuddered in ecstasy.

“Think’m in love with ya, doll.” He muttered, squeezing your hips. His face was flushed, and he looked as beautiful as always.

“Me too, sweetheart. Y’got a landline number? An address?” You asked, leaning your body fully against his.

”I got an address, got somethin’ to write it down?”

“Oh I’ll remember.”

“Good memory, huh. I like that in’a person.”

[paradife-loft]

nmj for the ask game!

ahaha, I figured at some point I’d get one that wasn’t all easy sunshine and rainbows gushing for paragraphs XD

well, ok. I think probably the thing I like most about Nie Mingjue is the way he really, truly is also an unfortunate crispy marshmallow full of trauma and resultant bad decisions just the same as everyone else is?? a lot of ink has been spilled by other people writing very eloquently about the way being raised to the expectation of pretty inevitably dying before his time for his clan has given him a perspective on what’s important in life that very few other characters have; about, similarly, the militarised culture the Qinghe Nie are more steeped in than most other sects even before the Sunshot campaign begins due to territorial encroachment, and the way operating as a sect leader and military commander starting at such a young age, where others are regularly laying down their life for him, have shaped the justifications he needs to hold onto as to what kinds of sacrifices of whom are necessary.

and that’s really the core of what makes him a sympathetic character to me, is the very clear throughline between the burden of responsibilities that shaped him, and (like everyone) the dysfunctional, destructive ways he internalises their messages and the coping mechanisms he needs to build to deal with them.

(in its own way, I also do like in CQL particularly, that we see how a decade of building resentment, how reinterpreting events after the fact and getting ever more caught in his own biased memories and interpretations, affects the way he’s even able to show others the knowledge of history he has access to. eyewitness unreliability, and the fluidity of memory more generally, are topics/themes that are very important to me and I really appreciate the role he plays in bringing those ideas up in the story.)

oh and, I do also very much like that he can make Lan Xichen smile and open up emotionally and not always have to be the oh-so-calm-composed-responsible-Zewu-jun in his presence!! because er-ge being happy and having someone to reassure him and lay his burdens down with occasionally is important to me 🥺🥺🥺 so he can stay, for a bit, for now :P

[crazycookiecrumbles]

A Rip in the Multiverse

A/N: This takes place late in this series of one-shots. AFTER the wedding which I have yet to write.

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

TAG LIST NOTES:  I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, mentions: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Katy Chen, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: violence, fighting ,swears, angsty??

Summary:  It started out as a casual day, and Stephen Strange and Peter Parker went and ruined everything.

WC: 3,170

This was not supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be a casual day in the city. You were back in New York for a quick work trip. You were settling some business for Stark Industries, picked up your new suit, just in case of a fight, and, more importantly, you were hanging out in the city with Katy and Shangqi.  Every single time  you guys came to New York, you never went to just have fun in the city, so now you were going to.

You had just finished a late meeting. It was dark out now, and you were on your way to meet Shangqi and Katy for dinner, which you were late to, of course. They had already left a video message on how they had to start without you because they were starving, and they showed how they ordered drinks and appetizers for the table while begging for you to show up. It put a smile on your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you thought about what waited for you at the restaurant.

While you were sitting in traffic, you leaned against the window and sang along to your music. Nothing else mattered unless it was the car in front of you moving, and right now, nothing was moving. Groaning, you banged your head on the steering wheel before sitting up and sighing. Everything came to a standstill, and upon peering through your windshield, you realized that traffic was not moving for miles ahead of you, and there were strange colors in the sky. In fact, it almost looked like the sky was being ripped apart.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered and dug around your glove compartment. Grabbing an earpiece, you put it in your right ear. “Wednesday? What’s going on.”

“I’ve detected anomalies in the fabric of space and time,” she explained.

You nodded, “Is this a Doctor Strange thing?”

“Boss, it seems like this is going to be an everyone problem. I’m detecting lifeforms entering through the ripples in the sky. I can’t get in contact with Doctor Strange.”

“Shit,” you swore under you breath. “Fuck it. You know what? I’ll say it. Avengers Assemble.”

There was a pause, “Does that mean you’d like me to contact everyone?”

“Yes, Wednesday, get every single person here! Contact Wong, see if he can make portals. Do anything and everything we can. Geez, Steve says Assemble and you go on autopilot but when I do it you hesitate? The nerve.”

“Boss, you’ve overused the term and have said it just to get ice cream. I had to ask.”

“Rude,” you muttered. “Contact Shangqi and Katy — shit, they must know what’s happening. Tell them I’m on the way.”

You shed your jacket and tossed it in the backseat. After rolling up the sleeve of your blouse, you looked down at the watch you had clearly stolen from your father and worked on tirelessly to fit your needs. You tapped the face of the watch three times and sat still as a suit of nanotechnology enveloped you. It wasn’t an Iron Man suit, not by a long-shot, but it was your old suit with a bit of a design upgrade.

Exiting the car, you shut the door, locked it behind you, then took a deep breath.  As you were about to leap into action, you nodded to yourself and ran into the nearest corner store and grabbed a protein bar. You went to pay, realized you had no cash on you in this suit, had to run back to your car to get cash, run back into the store, pay, inhale the bar, and then leap towards the chaos.

Finally someone was able to relay some information to you. Karen was able to send a message from Peter to Wednesday who was able to tell you a brief version of what was going on. In short, Stephen Strange and Peter Parker had fucked up.

You met up with Shangqi and Katy by landing with a mighty thud behind them. Shangqi had his rings, and Katy was equipped with a bow and arrow set she had looted from a nearby sporting goods store. You looked to the two of them and exhaled deeply.

“Wow, you look fucking hot,” Katy blurted out. “You should honestly go back to being a full-time Avenger because. God, wow, what a look.”

“I agree. Please, please wear that more often,” Shangqi nodded as he stared hard at you.

“Thanks, guys,” you laughed. “Well, welcome to the shit show,” you exhaled slowly and looked around quickly. “Katy, you’re not going to be good here.”

“Hey! I’m plenty capable and — “

“I’d never mean it that way,” you said quickly as you looked around. “You need a vantage point. You’ve only got a set amount of arrows, too. Okay. Here,” you opened your palm and gave them each an earpiece. “It’s already set to the channel we need, it’s 3, always 3. Katy, I want you up in that building, that window, right there,” you pointed. “Can you do that?”

Katy nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I can do that.”

“Good. We’re going to get you there. When we do, you’ll stay there. Give us aerial support. Clint’s in town taking care of some shit so he’ll be here too. I’m sending him to you.”

Katy nodded quickly, “Tell him to bring extra arrows.”

“Oh, he never remembers that. Okay. Shangqi, ready?”

He nodded, ��Let’s go.”

You and Shangqi fought to get Katy to her designated location. He was using his rings far more than usual, just because these were giant aliens with armor and guns he’d never seen before in his life. You were using your powers to blast holes into their bodies, disintegrate their weapons, or knock them back. Katy was shooting off her arrows as well, and each time an enemy fell, she scooped up her arrow and tucked it into her, also stolen, quiver.

You reached the building. Katy held onto your shoulders as you launched into the air. You both went tumbling through the glass window of the building. Dusting yourselves off, you looked each other over to make sure the other was okay. When she was all set up, you leapt back out the window and landed next to Shangqi who was looking ahead of you.

The world was splitting. The multiverse was exploding all around you. Chitauri aliens you had defeated in 2012 were suddenly energy through ripples in the fabric of time, along with various other monsters and other people you’ve never seen before or you’d already defeated.

You looked to your left and saw Shangqi using the back of his hand to wipe the blood dripping down his brow. He looked to you after seeing the horde ahead of the both of you.

“Ready?” He asked you as the rings glowed on his arms.

You nodded quickly, “We don’t separate. We move forward, but we’re not letting them get past this point.”

He nodded back just as quickly, “And I’ve got a Snickers bar somewhere in my pocket if you need your energy back.”

You snorted at him, “Gee, thank you.”

“What? I can’t have you fainting on me at a time like this.”

Rolling your eyes, they began to glow a beautiful, bright golden color as you raised your hands ahead of you.  “I appreciate the honesty.”

The two of you charged. Shangqi launched himself into the air while you sent your hands forward, your powers knocking down dozens upon dozens of aliens, if they didn’t turn to dust or drop dead from your powers. When Shangqi landed, he used the rings as whips extending from both of his arms to knock them back. The two of you were creating a pathway to connect with the rest of your team as they entered the fray, all while trying to get this under control.

Exhausted, you slumped against a lamp pole as Shangqi skidded to a stop next to you. He took a deep breath and reached out to hold your hand, muttering that you two were almost there. Just as he said it, four massive Chitauri dripped from the sky and landed in front of you, guns ready to blast you both to smithereens. Both of you held your hands out, prepared to stop whatever came at you, but nothing ever did.

You heard a familiar whir that made your heart stop. You gasped when you heard the noise, and when you saw a red and gold suit drop in front of you, you thought you were dead. Arms reached out to cover the both of you, and rockets launched from the back of the suit. When they were dead, you all stood up, and you stared at this Iron Man suit wondering who had the nerve to steal something that belonged to your father.

Whoever was in the suit was staring at you. They barely looked at Shangqi when asking if they were all right, but when looking to you, this person froze and stared at you for a moment.

You heard the mask open up and you stared into the face of your father. His eyes were red and overflowing with tears as he stared at you in shock.

“You’re alive,” he croaked.

You couldn’t believe it. Your dad was standing in front of you. Tony Stark, flesh and blood in his suit like so many times before. His breathing was heavy as he stared at you, and you felt like your legs were turning into jelly. It was hard to stand, but thankfully you were already leaning on the pole. You felt like you could faint at any moment. You were frozen in place as Tony’s hand reached towards you, the thumb of his suit running down your cheek.

“You’re alive,” he laughed in disbelief. “You’re alive. You’re alive! You’re alive!”

All you saw was a blur before you felt yourself be lifted in the air. You glanced back and noticed his suit was totally open and he was no longer in it. Glancing down, you realized Tony had lifted you in the air and was hugging you.

“My darling little girl,” Tony muttered into your hair as he hugged you. He sucked in a deep breath as his hand cradled the back of your head, “God, I missed you.”

You were speechless. Your dad was holding you again, something you had craved for so long and never thought you’d experience ever again. A cry escaped you as you finally lifted your arms to return the hug, a gesture that made Tony silently cry into your neck. But as you were hugging him, something was running through your mind on repeat.

You’re alive.

“What, what do you mean I’m alive?” you asked quietly.

Tony pulled away from you, unsure of what to say. He avoided your question and looked to Shangqi. He suddenly straightened up, his body on high alert as he studied him. “What are you doing with Kid Mandarin, here?”

“My husband?” You asked, sniffling and wiping your tears, “We’re kind of killing aliens.”

“Husband?” Tony was in disbelief. “What happened to Steve?”

“Oh, here we go,” Shangqi muttered under his breath.

“Long story — Why did you call him Kid Mandarin?”

Tony stared at you like you were insane, “He’s the leader of the Ten Rings. You know this, right?”

“Not here he isn’t…” you trailed off. 

“Honey,” Shangqi said quietly, “You did say it was the multiverse. I mean, he’s….well, he’s not your Tony. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You did. You did. You knew it. But you didn’t want to believe it. You just nodded your head, stood tall and looked at your father.

“There’s a lot going on right now, but we can’t focus on us, as much as I want to. Get in your suit. We’re trying to get to the statue of liberty.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile at how you were taking charge, “Okay, cupcake. I clocked Legolas and Kid Mandarin’s sidekick, Mini Nectarine a few blocks back.”

“Jesus, that’s not even funny that’s lazy fruit naming.”

“Anyway, I can give them a lift. We’ll do a loop around, meet everyone there.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Be careful, please.”

“You too,” he nodded and stepped back into his suit. Before taking off, he locked eyes with Shangqi, “No funny business, Tangerine.”

Shangqi pursed his lips as your father took off, “So that happened.”

“I genuinely cannot even begin to address that right now,” you said.

“Yeah, I figured.”

“I need that Snickers bar right now, please.”

Shangqi nodded and handed you the candy bar. He stood beside you as you ripped it out of the wrapping and ate it in three bites. When you were ready, he nodded, and the two of you took off once again to your destination.

On your way there you came across a mammoth of a monster. It was double the size of the Hulk and looked intimidating beyond belief, but you, you were impatient and wanted nothing more than to get to the bottom of this.

Glaring at this creature, you raised your hand and did a move you had only done to Steve once before, but it was so much harder to do this time around. Your outstretched hand clenched into a fist and you patiently stood there, glaring at this creature as you made its heart stop beating and watched the light fade from its eyes. He collapsed in a heap on the ground, blood seeping from all of his orifices while Shangqi stared at you. He frowned seeing a hint of blood drip from your nose.

“You can’t do anymore right now,” He said quickly. “That was too much for you. Calm down.”

“We gotta get to the statute,” you said quickly. “At least it looks like they’ve stopped coming in. Come on, we have to do this.”

“Fine, but we’re stealing a boat —“

“I can do it,” you said quickly.

You two reached the dock and looked in the distance at the statute. You looked to Shangqi who nodded to you and held on to your shoulder and forearm. Crouching down, you launched yourself into the air. Three times your feet barely skimmed the water before you launched off again. On your final landing, you just barely made it to the edge of the park. You collapsed on the ground with your nose bleeding, and Shangqi quickly crouched down to you.

“So stubborn. I told you we had to steal a boat,” he sighed as he helped you to sit up.

You shrugged, “I’m impatient.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m aware,” he muttered and looked around. “Okay. Easy, babe. I’ve got you.”

You both finally reached the welcome wagon. Bucky, Steve, and Sam were staring at a man on fire who suddenly was no longer on fire and looked alarmingly just like Steve. Peter was flanked by not one, but two other Spider-Man’s and what looked to be a girl in a spider suit that was white and pink and black with turquoise. You were so confused. There was a man built like an orange stack of rocks, a beautiful blonde woman, and another brunette man with streaks of grey on his temples. 

Then there was the Black woman with stunning white hair, a man in a wheelchair, another with claws coming out of his hands, and what looked like a giant blue beast.

Then you saw her. Natasha Romanoff stood among everyone, and you knew immediately this wasn’t your Natasha. Her hair was short like you remembered, but it was back to being red. Her armor was unlike anything you’d seen her wear before. It looked apocalyptic. She looked tired. There was a sadness to her eyes that you’d never seen before.

Everything was so, so quiet, until you heard the whir of your father’s suit. Then suddenly, a gasp.

“Natasha?” Clint breathed when he stepped away from Tony and saw her.

Natasha turned her head. She looked to Clint and smiled softly, “Hey, stranger.”

It was rare to see Clint emotional. He was always so stoic. But that man collapsed to his knees right where he stood, sobs prompting his body to shake as he fell to the ground. Natasha holstered her weapons and quickly made her way over to Clint. He shook his head in disbelief, repeating over and over again that she wasn’t real. 

Natasha rested her hand on his shoulder which prompted him to look up at her. When she touched his cheek, he reached out to touch hers. His thumb caressed her cheek, her lips, then he pulled away as he sobbed and Natasha wrapped her arms around him to hold him tightly to her.

Katy made her way over to the two of you. You were now leaning against Shangqi, who hugged Katy tightly and muttered that he was glad she was okay. Your attention was elsewhere, and Katy understood why. She said nothing as she watched you.

You were staring at your father. Tony looked around at this group of people, most of which felt like they were seeing yet another ghost. Tony’s head stopped as he spotted Steve. Quickly rushing over, he pulled Steve in for a hug that surprised everyone around.

“It’s good to see you, Cap,” Tony said. “I’ve missed my friend.”

Steve stuttered as he returned the hug, “I—yeah, Tony. It’s good to see you too.”

Tony pulled away and kept a hand on his shoulder, “Now, where’s my little girl?”

Steve glanced at Bucky and Sam who reached bowed their heads and took one step away from that shit show. Steve pointed across the way to you. Tony turned around and started to walk towards you. He left his suit behind as he stood in front of you, hands on your shoulders as he gave you a long, thoughtful look.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Tony said softly. “I should’ve told you this before, and I never got the chance.  You, Y/N, you are my first greatest creation.”

And just like that, you shook the park that the Statue of Liberty was on so violently that the torch fell clean off of her. Tony pursed his lips and studied you. Since you had seen him, you were sad. Your eyes were full of tears, and you stared at him like you’d never seen him before.

After a moment, it clicked for him. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself, “I’m the one that died here, aren’t I?”

Tears fell as you nodded quickly, unable to form any words at the moment. 

“That’s how it should’ve been,” He nodded and pulled you in for a tight hug.

That phrase from earlier, you’re alive, kept replaying in your head. Sniffling, you clutched onto him tightly as your eyes darted back and forth as you processed this.

“Wait,” you said. “I—I’m the one that died?”

[rurus-writing]

Deal?

Notes: holy FUCKIN shit am done w this and yes i opted to make em more stylized because doing whole renderings + backrounds would get me insane. Anyways I'm pretty satisfied with this, so hopefully y'all enjoy It too😤

Characters: Neptune and Moor (ocs)

Genre: ? Unsure

Word count: Around 1-1.2k words.

Tags: @a-chaotic-dumbass @edensrose @anonymousgeekhere @sunny-the-sassy @eden-dum

Tws: Mentions of abuse, gambling, assault (only named in a list) drinking alchol (?)

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As the door closed behind him, Moor knew It wasn't going to be easy.

If only he had'nt received that invitation, being discuraged by going to a lower floor, but for he was too late.

He'd volountarily gotten It, pretty punctually at that. The others, as far as they were aware, knew he was out for buisness, but they couldn't Imagine just what was awaiting them.

Moor wore a pretty formal suit, borrowed from Victor's closet, followed by a curlier hairstyle, in an High ponytail. Despite the location, It seemed to be pretty luxurious. Lights were shining in all directions, as though a festivity was happening.

The place had been a local, which from afar, seemed pretty full. Although, that was further from the thruth.

Upon entering, he'd been flashed with even more lights, and am extremely crowded place. Many if not all looked drunk, and it's smell was one of the most putrid.

Looking around him, he tried making his way upon the swirled stairs, but hardly so. As he struggled getting by, he felt as though something, or someone, had took his hand. Before Moor could react, he got on it's first step.

Despite the crowded room,nobody seemed to care about those stairs, which was perhaps for the best.

As he turned around, he made his way up, and up, until he arrived at a room, with its door slightly open. Hesitating for a few seconds, he walked further, knowing full well what would be once entered.

Who It should've been.

As he carefully moved the door, he felt this others rooms light, now golden, almost embracing him. Finnaly, as It finnaly opened, he heard an unfortunatly familiar voice.

"Took you long enough, huh?

He couldn't look at them in the eyes, ashamed of what he was going to do.

"I didn't just put my best dress for nothing! Have the courtesy of at least glancing at It."

After a sigh, he looked foward, his eyes meeting the ones of the other person.

"Geez, it's been a while.. yet, you didn't change, right fish boy?"

Moor felt a great gut feeling of leaving everything behind, and fleeing as soon as he could. But instead, he walked right into the room. As the local seemed, the room was filled with ornaments, one of the most impressing things he'd seen since he was freed. But, those were just appereances.

"shit where are my manners- But alas, welcome back, old friend."

Moor wouldn't exactly say old friend, moreso someone he got a debt with. All of this confidence seemed too suspicious, but he didn't want to call It out.

"Please, do take a seat." The man said, as he gave a little grin. Could you even call them a man?

Nevertheless, he had sat down, just in front of Neptune. On the little oval, glass table, there were two glasses, pretty full. The colour made It seem like champagne, but there was little to celebrate there.

"Oh, feel free to -"

"-I'll pass, thank you."

That didn't stop the taller man from leaning over, taking one of the two glasses

"Not the type for alchol?"

"No I- uh - don't...really like It?"

"Shame."

That said, Neptune took some sips, not wanting to get moor into a more uncomfortable position than he already was. With the drink on his other hand, they looked back over him.

"So, you may be wondering what you're doing here, right?"

After a quick moment of realization, It struck him. Moor's gaze changed, as from one of regret, to one of fear.

"...It's about the others, isn't It?"

Neptune quietly chuckled, as they put the drink on the table.

"Correct. At least, It Is partial-"

"I'm not giving them over! You -"

"For FUCK's sake can you let me finish?!?"

Taken aback, Moor jumped at the sudden shift in tone, but quickly put himself back up. Neptune sighed, .

"If you had let me finish, you'd known I was going to say "partially". This Is still between you, and me."

"Then...what Is It?"

"We both know we can't come up with a compromise, because of our positions. But, I do think we could try, as long as we never speak about It."

"What could either of us gain anyways?! You're speaking madness!"

He heard another chuckle, though he couldn't read Neptune's expression.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Not even the safety of your friends Is that important?"

Moor stopped, as though he became a statue. He got too quickly what they were speaking about.

"Wh- what were y-you g-"

"Oh, don't be that shaken up! After all, you've seen me in the open sea."

The more they talked, the more that conversation was going downhill. But he couldn't do anything about It. Nobody could.

"Al-alright, what's the plan?"

"Awh, I knew I could count on you!"

In less than seconds, he picked the same glass up again, moving It as if Neptune was congradulating. Which thecnically, he was. Shortly after, they put It down again, now searching behind his chair, for something.

"It seems unlikely, but we do share a few common enemies. Though, I'd like you to look at one of those bastards. - found It!"

As he leaned over, he shared a document file with Moor.

" 'Alessandro Verre.." I think I've seen that name. Somewhere, in the database."

"Charged with murder, abusing co-workes, sexual harrasment and assault, gambling, breach of peace, currently running away from getting a sentence. You pick your poison, really."

As Moor browsed through the pages, he still couldn't get why he was targeting him in particular. There were several, even worse than him.

"Let's say, I have some 'unfinished' buisness, y'know?"

As he closed It, he looked at them, making eye contact.

"Alright, but what are we supposed to do?"

While the man talked, Neptune had gotten up, walking around, in no particular way. When he finished, they were right next to the window.

"Well, if you hypotetically got your hands off of that case, and that man suddently vanishing, with no traces, forgotten, wouldn't that be beneficial?"

"Just say you want to kill him without consequences."

"Spot on!"

Moor hesitated to ask, but couldn't help It.

"Couldn't you... Y'know, use that thing?"

Unlike the other two times, Neptune was downright laughing, almost histerically.

"You make me cackle! Do you think such filth, unsatisfactiory shell of a twisted man deserves a quick and painless ending?"

Moor probably figured what he meant, and decided not to go further. There was a reason he'd mentioned those charges, after all.

"Anyways, in extange, you get your friends safety, under my name. While I can't garantee It'll remain if they fight me, I can make It happen. Let them mind their own buisness."

Moor brushed his hair, his hand on his forehead, as though he was taking an exam.

"So, is It a deal?"

Moor was surprised when just a few centimeters away from him, Neptune's hand was leaning over. Looking up, he found them smiling, though not maliciously. Reluctantly, he lent his hand further, shaking It.

"Deal."

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[jadedxrealityw]

-Never Meant To Be- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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   Request: What about a angsty fic with Draco where he doesn't want to reveal that he's with a Hufflepuff (even tho she's a pureblood) bc of his image, and she sees him flirting with Pansy and she decides to ignore him until he realizes that she's ignoring him, and he wants to approach but her friend is like "dude u fucked up i have to console her every five seconds" fluffy ending pls!

   Kody: damn, i can’t make Pansy gay in here. Sad pog. I also added some extra odds and ends for plot. I hope you still like it anyhow! Also no voldy moldy action. before i get questions, i am indeed fully aware that Fred, George, and Cedric are older then the rest of them. I just do not care lmao. 

   Year: 7th

   House: Hufflepuff

   Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, angst, Draco sadly being character, Cedric being the bestest of friends, eventual fluff

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   you had always fantasized about what having a lover was like. Full of love, honesty, and trust. Who knew you would get secrecy and lies instead. You were in a secret relationship with the one and only Draco Malfoy. It had started almost a whole year ago.

   yes. You both were well into graduating soon and still had to sneak around to be together. You might be wondering why right? Draco truly loved you, but he was terrified of his father. Even if you were a pureblood, you weren’t a Slytherin. So if he wanted to keep you, he’d have to hide you. 

   Draco set ground rules so “We don’t disappoint anyone” you wished he had worded that differently. To sum up the short list, no interacting in public or any public displays of affection. Your were his dirty little secret. You would never want to hurt his feelings, because you loved him.

   so you agreed to his rule, but slowly it started to become unbearable. Seeing each other for little amounts each week was painful. Especially how when you were apart, Draco was the same old taunter he always was. You wondered if you made an effect on him at all.

   you were lucky you didn’t have to bare this sorrow alone. Your best friend, Cedric Diggory had found out about your little love affair when he found Draco’s Quidditch jersey in your dorm. You eventually caved and told him and ever since Cedric loathed the Slytherin seeker.

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   “I’m starving” Cedric grumbled as he walked alongside you, scratching the back of his neck. He had early quidditch practice and had just came back from the showers to eat breakfast, while you had just woken up and were wearing your pjs still. 

   it was a saturday morning after students had been taking exams all week. So every Hogwarts student was in there pajamas at the moment and no one cared. “Yeah me too. After all the exams i can’t wait to graduate in a week now” you chuckle, reaching up to rub your E/c eyes.

   Cedric nods “Yeah, me and Harry have been talking about moving in together after we graduate” he says, a smile forming on his face. You gasp, nudging his arm with your shoulder “That’s great! i’m happy for you, really” he enjoys your enthusiasm, but his smile fades “What?” you question.

   he looks behind him before answering “What about you and Malfoy. What are your plans?” your expression drops. “Um well, we haven’t really talked about it. He has to work around his parents and all that” Cedric knew that explanation was bullshit. He didn’t believe Draco wanted to keep you around at all. 

   but for the sake of your heart, he sucked it up. Putting a smile he wraps an arm around your shoulders “That’s awesome Y/n. Now onwards, food awaits!” he exclaims. You break out into a fit of laughter before the both of you make your way to the great hall.

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   “Cedric!” Harry shouts as soon as both of you walk through the great hall doors. Cedric leads you over to the Gryffindor table and you take a seat next to Luna. On the right side was Cedric, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. On the right side, your side sat George, Luna, then you. 

   “Geez, we’re all wearing our pjs aren’t we?” Hermione pointed out and you all let out a chuckle. “Can you blame us? Exams were such a drag. I’m surprised i didn’t throw myself off the school building” Ron scoffs. “At least they are over now. I have so many naps to catch up on” Luna sighs, leaning on Georges shoulder.

   suddenly, the food appeared on the table and you could hear the chorus of cheers come from students. Everyone started to pile the array of breakfast foods with haste. George managed to snatch the last serving of pudding and put it on Luna’s plate. You wondered if Draco would do that for you.

   you grab some french toast and piled on a hoard of bacon on your plate. “Oh merlin. Draco Stop!” a cackle bursted through the great hall, causing your small group to turn your heads towards the noise. Sat at the Slytherin table was Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend. Flirting.

   “What? I mean it. Your very pretty” a sharp pain came to your chest. This hasn’t happened before. Draco flirting with Pansy. He had never done this before. Why was he doing this? “Y/n?” Cedric looked up at you and reached across the table to grab your hand.

   Pansy gripped Draco’s bicep, a flirty smile playing on her features. She was beautiful and everything he could ever want. She was enough. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and pushed up from the bench. “Y/n-” “I have to use the bathroom” you said before Cedric could get a word in.

   you began to walk away and out the great hall. ‘Damnit Draco. Why do you have to be like this?’ you thought as tears started to form in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You wipe them quickly and harshly. All you wanted was to be alone. 

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   you had spent the whole breakfast crying in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She cried with you as well. The sound of students flooded the halls and you knew that meant your friends would be looking for you. That also meant Draco would be waiting for you. 

   meeting up with Draco in the astronomy tower had become like second nature, but you didn’t want to seem him. It would hurt to much cause as soon as you would look into those grey eyes the look he gave Pansy would burn into your mind a million times over. 

   you just couldn’t. You get up from the floor, wiping your eyes “Thanks Myrtle. Your nice to talk to” you said. The ghost girl smiles, hovering over the ground “No worries! Now i must tend to my studies!” she exclaims flying into her stall. 

   smiling, you walk out the bathroom and are instantly met with the sight of your friends standing in front of the entrance. George, Luna, Cedric, Harry. “What’re you guys doing out here?” you asked, tilting your head. “We we’re waiting for you so we can hang out” Cedric smiled, his arm around Harry.

   “Hang out? Where? Shouldn’t we change out of our pj's?” you questioned. George shook his head “Nah, i’m taking all of you to my dorm for an unofficial pajama party. Now onwards and upwards” he grabbed Luna’s hand and skipped along with her.

   “Wheres Ron and Hermione by the way?”

   “Said they were busy. So probably making out somewhere”

   “ah okay”

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   all of you went into the Gryffindor house and into Georges dorm passing Fred who decided to tag along because he had nothing to do today. As you all settled in George and Luna sat on the bed while Cedric, Harry, Fred, and you took the floor.

   you four sat on pillows and blankets. “Now now. I have an entire stash of sugar quills!” George announced as he pulls out a box out from under his bed. He reaches in and grabs a blue one, blueberry and hands it to Luna “These aren’t tampered with right George?” you asked as he walked over to you.

   “I gave one to Luna. Your safe, for now” He sent you a playful wink making you laugh. Fred grabbed an orange one, Harry a watermelon, and Cedric a Strawberry. George went over to you and you reached in without thinking. You liked all the flavors so why not. You grasp one and pull it out.

   green apple. George goes back over to the bed and unwraps a pineapple flavored sugar quill. Everyone unwrapped there’s as well. You looked at the quill and it reminded you of Draco. Draco, your boyfriend. Your Slytherin boyfriend who flirted with another girl.

   Snap!

   you look down at your hands. You snapped the sweet in half, leaving the middle of it in small crumbles that were leaking out the package. “Woah, what did the sugar quill do to you?” Fred says, reaching over to grab it from your hands. 

   “Flirt with another girl, treat me like i’m some sort of stain on his life, hide me away from everyone even though all i want to do is be with him. All the time!” You sputtered out, your hand going over to your mouth. Awkward silence filled the room. A ant could be heard crawling around if you listened hard enough now.

   “Y/n” Cedric spoke, sympathy was present in his tone. You felt tears welling up in your eyes again “What- What’s going on?” George spoke up, getting off the bed along with Luna. They all sat in front of you now with a look of expectancy. “I have something to tell you guys”

   Cedric shook his head “You don’t have to tell them Y/n” he said “Tell us what? Cedric?” Harry looked at his boyfriend who just gave him a sympathetic smile. You took a deep breath “I had a boyfriend for almost a year now” you said, eyes widening around you. “You what!” The twins said at the same time.

   they both quiet down after Cedric glared at them “It’s Draco Malfoy” you added. A smile forms on Luna’s face “I know” she spoke in her soft voice. George snaps his head in her direction “and you didn’t tell me?!” he exclaimed, her smile staying. “It wasn’t my secret to tell Georgie”

   the Weasley twin just sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple, mumbling something about her always being right. “You’ve been dating Malfoy for almost a year now and kept it a secret because, why?” Harry spoke up. You exhale before answering “He’s scared of what his father would think”

   Fred shook his head “More like his reputation. Wasn’t he all over Parkinson at breakfast. Word spreads at Hogwarts” he scoffs. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. “Y/n you have to start thinking about your future, with out Malfoy” Cedric speaks, rubbing your back with his hand.

   “But-” “-But nothing Y/n. I love you like a sister and i know you love him, but he’s just using you. After graduation he’s going to throw you away because that’s who Draco Malfoy is, a user and a asshole who cares about his reputation more then what’s in front of him” Cedric was fuming with anger.

   Harry wraps his arms around him, his head digging into the Hufflepuffs back. Cedric visibly calms and leans back into Harry “Sorry” he mumbles. Tears streamed down your face as Fred pulls your body next to his, wrapping his arms around you. He presses a firm kiss to your head “It’ll be okay princess”

   will it though?

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    you avoided Draco Malfoy all sunday and monday. You had time to think about what you wanted and what Draco wanted. As much as you didn’t want to think about what Cedric had said, your mind did. Maybe he was right. Maybe Draco was using you for all you were worth.

   As Cedric walked the halls with Fred Weasley a certain platinum blond stopped in front of him “Diggory. A word please” he spoke, with slight irritation. “What in the hell do you want Malfoy?” he snapped back. Fred had a small grin on his face.

   Draco looked at Fred and eyed him up and down before looking back at Cedric “Alone” he says. Fred raises his hands up before nudging Cedrics shoulder. Fred walks down the hall, leaving the two alone, per Draco’s request. “Okay speak” the hufflepuff crossed his arms.

   “Wheres Y/n? i haven’t talked to her in three days. Is she okay?” Cedric hated how worried Draco suddenly sounded now after what he did. Cedric let out a bitter laugh “You can drop the act Malfoy. We both know you could care less about Y/n. Don’t you have pug face anyway?”

   Draco suddenly realized what was going on. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face “Shit. Look she was coming onto me, i was just messing around. What right do you have in our relationship anyway?” he said, clearly taking offense to his questioning. Cedric. Fucking. Snapped.

   “Seriously!? Everytime you fuck up i’m there to pick up the fucking pieces! She’s so stupidly in love with you, for some reason that she ignores it and moves on everytime! She broke down in front of me on saturday because of the stupid shit you did!” Cedric was co close to punching him the face.

   he took a couple deep breaths and stepped back while Draco stood frozen “Your not there because you don’t care Malfoy. I never said anything to her before because i wanted her to be happy, but i did on saturday. You will always care about reputation more than Y/n and she knows that now”

   with those parting words Cedric turned on his heels and walked away. Draco blinked mindlessly before walking back as well. 

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   Thursday. One day till graduation. You were holding a box full of colored tinsel that needed to be in the great hall so the planning committee could hang it up. You were passing by in a empty hallway “Need any help, love?” you stop mid step, turning to your left.

   “Draco?” you slowly place the box down and look up at him. He seems nervous. He takes a step, arms reaching out for a hug but you step back instead. “Love, what you saw with Pansy i-” “You don’t have to explain Draco, i understand” you nod once. A smile grows on your face.

   “Oh thank merlin. Let’s drop this off and hang out somewhere, yeah?” he asked, but you shake your head “I understand that no matter how much i want to be with you. We’re just to different. Draco, we don’t work” you spoke, about to lean down and pick up the box again when Draco grabs your arms.

   “If Diggory said i don’t love you that’s the farthest from the truth. I am in love with you Y/n L/n, it’s just my father and the public eye on me. Please don’t do this i- i- can’t live without you” Draco was breaking down in front of you and it was a sight to see.

   you held your composure the best you could, practically forcing yourself to not breakdown as well and hug him close to you. Instead you smile lightly and remove his hands from your arms “I don’t doubt you love me, but you should be with somebody your father approves of if his opinion matters that much to you. It’s okay Draco. It was never meant to be. Have a good life”

   you bend down to pick up the box, leaving the Slytherin boy to weep alone. You could hear his quiet sobs behind you and had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t cry out as well. You had done it. You had left Draco Malfoy and in all honesty. You felt as if a part of you had been ripped out.

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   friday, graduation day. You and Luna were getting ready. You both had picked dresses to wear under your graduation robes. You chose a short black dress while Luna chose a long white sundress. After finishing up, you both made your way to the great hall.

   Professor Dumbledore and Mcgonagall said there announcements and gave out a few awards. Cedric Diggory got one for quidditch, which you cheered loudly for. After those some students gave speeches. Hermione’s was very sweet and short and you enjoyed it.

   after the clapping died down Mcgonagall stood up “Next student to say a few words is Draco Malfoy” the Slytherins cheered loudly for there headboy while you sunk into your seat. Draco stood up and shrugged off his robes, leaving him in a all black suit and tie. So handsome- wait. Stop Y/n.

   he walked up to the front and gave the crowd a slight smile. Oh yeah, i forgot to mention that parents were aloud to attend the ceremony. No wonder he wanted to speak. He needed to impress his father. Typical. You sigh and prepare yourself for what's to come.

   “Thank you Professor. When i first came to Hogwarts the only thing on my mind was my education, but i made friends along the way and found comfort in people around me like Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, my best mates.” he points towards the two in the crowd and they stand up momentarily to wave.

   you shake your head. Could this be over already? “Hogwarts has become my second home really. It’ll be hard to leave this place and not return next year to all the places i loved to visit, like the astronomy tower” your heart tugged, you couldn’t do it. Standing up from the table, you walk towards the exit.

   “you might be wondering why that place is my favorite out of all the wondrous parts about Hogwarts. Well, it was where i was most happy because i-” Draco looked at his father, then his mother before continuing. “it’s where i met my love” you stopped walking as collective gasps erupted throughout the hall. 

   you turn slowly and look at Draco “Yes, save your shock. I Draco Malfoy am in love with Y/n L/n and i’m tired of hiding it.” what the hell was he doing? Students whispered to each other and others gave sympathetic stares at Pansy. His father looked furious.

   everyone then looked towards you as Draco stepped away from the front and made his way to you. Oh no “I haven’t been a good boyfriend by hiding you away and Diggory was right. I chose my reputation over you and i shouldn’t have because in the end you were always the one that stuck around”

   a cane stops him from walking and he looks up to see his father glaring at him “Draco, you will stop this nonsense and we will leave at once. You will not tarnish the Malfoy legacy over some feeble Hufflepuff girl” he spat. Draco’s eyes narrowed at his father. He lifts his hand and slips off the Malfoy ring he wore.

   he dropped it on the ground, causing a metallic sound. “Fuck your legacy and your small minded bullshit. Cut me off, i don’t care. Never speak to me again, i. Don’t. Care, but you won’t talk about Y/n that way. Goodbye father” he pushed the cane away and rushed towards you.

   “Draco! Get back here now!” his father shouted. Draco grabs your hand and runs out the great hall with you. You unclip your robe and watch it fly off into it reached the ground. 

   your friends watched you run off. George turned to Fred who had a small smile on his face “You okay Freddie?” he asked, nudging his twins shoulder. “I never had a chance with her did i?” he says, sighing deeply. George purses his lips, shaking his head.

   Cedric sighed deeply, leaning back into his seat “Not bad, Malfoy”

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   you both ran out the school. It was raining, not too hard though. Suddenly Draco stops, causing you to do the same “What?” you say, the rain wetting your H/c hair. He pulls you into his chest and uses the other hand to pull you in for a kiss. It’s sweet and passionate, you wished it would last a lifetime.

   as you pull away you see his platinum blond hair flatten, raindrops cascading down his face “I’ll never betray you again Y/n. If you’ll be mine again. We’ll move in together and make a legacy of our own. I promise” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. 

   “That’s all i ever wanted” and with that, you both kiss again. 

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   Kody- served hot and fresh with extra extra cheese for all you fluff lovers. Anyways, peace.

[actualbird]

me, scrolling thru ur blog for my daily regularly scheduled serotonin: wow a marluke update! gonna save that for myself as a treat

oh, what’s this ?

HOMESTUCK????

QUADRANTS?????

AND NOW YOU GOT ME THINKING ABOUT IF LUKE MIGHTVE PROJECTED A LITTTTLE TOO HARD ON HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS. WE KNOW HE WAS A SHERLOCK STAN, WHAT IF HE DOWNLOADED TUMBLR, DISCORD, ETC?

AND BY THAT SAME VEIN MARIUS IS PROBABLY OLD ENOUGH TO START HAVING UNADVISABLE FREE INTERNET ACCESS.

what if vyn and artem had tumblr blogs

look what you’ve done to me i’m in sheer pain

-🤡

HELLO, CLOWN!!! i cant remember if youve messaged before with this designated emoji but the clown after This Whole Ask made me cackle. i honk my clown nose along with you.

man, i KNOW luke was into fandoms. i KNOW he has discord, in fact i have an entire fic draft that has this whole fucking premise, it's titled "→ lukeonthebrightside just slid into the server."

lemme get the rest of it, heres the summary without any scene excerpts:

The year is 2021. Luke Pearce, fifteen years old, is told by the school guidance counselor that he needs more friends. Too shy to interact with his non-Ria classmates, he ends up going online and joining an ACD Sherlock Holmes fandom Discord server.

heres a scene i managed to scribble before i made 85 more tot wips:

thegeekery You can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re not serious. You Cannot be 15 years old, holy shit. How are you 15 years old and in a server for Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock fans. The books. You're messing with us, you are not 15. lukeonthebrightside ? why would i lie about being fifteen? thegeekery To give us an ulcer, like you usually do? I mean this in the most loving way possible, btw. WaffleTime YEAH LMAO, TO PUNK US? it’s not out of character for u lol lukeonthebrightside [attachment.png] thegeekery Uh. WaffleTime BOY??? IS THAT YOUR FUCKING BIRTH CERTIFICATE???? OH MY GOD thegeekery Okay, no, hold up, real talk Luke, you should not. Be sending stuff like this. To a server full of strangers. Actually, can we get a @mod in here? I don’t think I have the EQ to handle this very well. lukeonthebrightside huh why did i do something wrong thegeekery Luke, that has your address on it. jeeperscreepers Give me a moment, I’m backreading. Oh, geez. Hm. lukeonthebrightside meet me in DMs please. WaffleTime ohhhhh somebodys in TROUBLEEEEEE

i got super emo about this wip actually, i wanna go back to it because i wanna explore luke's younger days before super spy training and terminal illness fucked with his head. i am convinced that even before those things, inside of luke, there was like...this want to be with people. and yet this fear that he doesnt deserve to be.

also i just want to write luke being a stupid kid doing stupid kid things on the internet and having a server of very protective fandom adults bonking him on the head and telling him to be safer online and also to be less hard on himself

irt to marius on the internet, i talk about that (and vyn being hilarious on twitter) in these posts!!: nxx boys on social media: part 1 tiktok. part 2 vyn on twitter.

i.....do not believe vyn would be on tumblr. if he did, you will have to give me some time to figure it out. artem, however, i have thought about and to me, it's possible he would have a tumblr.

actually, heres a secret: i was planning on making a STUPIDLY IN CHARACTER artem rp blog. like, not even styled as an rp blog. it's. it's Artem's Blog. the blog title would be "My Thoughts" and his bio is just "Hello. I hope you find this interesting." and his theme is the default theme and all he reblogs are movie reviews and recipes. nothing in the tags ever. and many long posts about his interests with linked and Chicago Manual Of Style cited sources. no pictures. he was born in 2001, the era of "dont even put ur name online."

im....still on the fence whether i wanna do that blog actually kJBSJDKFS IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

in this entire response, i did not tackle how luke interacts with homestuck. because im saving this for another ask i have in my inbox, asking me what luke's classpect would be. and now i have to become a hermit in the mountains, studying the lore and theses on classpects, to come up with my view and opinion.

youre in pain, clown? i am too.

and ive come to enjoy it :')

[bellatrixxue]

Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Also, those who are in this roller coaster with me, ready? Tag list is: @fangirlxwritesx67​ @amazingiam00​ @kalliravenne​ @indecisive20something​ @2musiclover2​ @impossibletosleepthrough @there-must-be-a-lock​ @wingedcatninja​ @arvit​

Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

FUCKJUMPSCARETITLEFUCKYOU

So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is  a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

...

I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

[schrijverr]

Authentic

While writing HNOC, Jonny suddenly puts on an accent, when it isn’t well recieved at first, he gets weird. He is withdrawn and agreeble, concerned the others corner him and find out it is his original accent. He storms off and is comforted by Brian.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none really, but tell me if I missed one or if you want me to tag something!

~~~~~~~~~~

Brian had not been pleased when he had finally been freed from the core of the sun around which Fort Galfridean had orbited, but he’d cheered up a bit after the Mechs had agreed this tale was good enough to be told.

They’d started writing it. First getting a feel for the songs to see, which voice fitted where, shots had been fired, First Mates had died, nothing important. An outline had been made as well, giving a broad idea of the spoken parts and the songs.

Now they were sitting in a circle with their instruments, ready to try some melodies and tweak the lyrics. They had agreed on the beginning, mostly, the first part was written down and Ashes said: “I think we should have Lavinia Stone explain why they’re going to shoot.”

“You mean when she told them they could run the town if they killed her and took her sheriff star?” Brian asked.

“Yeah, that.” Ashes replied, “You know what she told them exactly?”

Brian thought for a second, then unsure said: “I think she used son of a bitch? Maybe tin star and rightwise sheriff of the town or something in that direction? Does that help?”

“Yeah, that might work.” Jonny agreed, “Uhm, what about something like this: Any sonnabitch can pull this tin star from me, makes ‘em rightwise sheriff o’ this town.”

He scratched his nose and shook his head as he whispered to himself: “No, needs a few more words.”

Clicking his tongue he thought for a second, then his face lit up and he proudly said: “Any sumbitch can pull this tin star from my stone cold hands, makes ‘em rightwise sheriff o’ this here town. ‘Cause she’s Lavinia STONE.”

The smirk turned into a frown when he looked at the others. All had a confused expression on their face, eyes filled with question marks. Jonny had no clue what that was about and muttered: “We don’t have to use that part, geez. Just tell me if it sucks.”

That snapped most out of it and Tim said: “No, it’s not that, just wow, that was weird.”

“What?” now it was Jonnys turn to be confused.

“Did you not hear what you just did?” Ashes asked.

“I suggested something for the song and you all got weird about it.” Jonny frowned, not comprehending what they were getting at.

Ashes facepalmed and Tim exclaimed: “The fucking accent, Jonny, where the fuck did that come from?”

Understanding appeared on Jonnys face and lightly embarrassed he shrugged: “Thought it might be fun. Brian said some of them talked funny and from his horrible impersonation, I gathered it sounded something like this. Besides, it adds a bit to the atmosphere, right?”

The others found that explanation enough and agreed that it did sound fun, before they moved on to the next part, squabbling like normal until Brian came in and Galahad was introduced.

Lyrics was as easy as it had ever been, which is to say not that easy but with years of practice they managed, and it was only when they did a quick test run that it went wrong. Jonny was in the middle of his part when Tim interrupted: “Do you have to give him the accent too?”

Jonny stopped mid sentence and indignantly asked: “What’s wrong with the accent?”

“It’s inconsistent.” Tim told him.

“What! My accent is not inconsistent, what are you on about?” Jonny exclaimed, getting offended and a bit of fear, that no one could place, creeping into his voice.

Brian tried to keep the peace and said: “I think what Tim means is that none of us are using an accent, so although it is accurate it might be weird that only some of the characters have it, you know?”

“Well, why don’t y’all do the accent too then?” Jonny pouted.

“Oh, really, letting it bleed over now are you. What are you trying to prove?” Tim snapped.

If anyone had been paying close attention they would have seen that Jonny flinched back slightly at that, but no one did.

“I think none of us can keep that up, Jonny.” Brian tried to placate him, “You already said I did a horrible job at it.”

Jonny sighed and moped: “Okay, fine, but I personally think it sounds better with the accent.”

“Sure, lets just start from the top again.” Ashes said.

They all got in position again and started again. This time when they got to Galahads part, Jonny played up his normal British accent as much as possible. He was stopped again, this time by Marius: “Really, Jonny? Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean you don’t get to take it seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously, I did exactly what you wanted. Nothing is good enough around here.” Jonny pouted earnestly.

“Why are you so insistent on using the accent?” Marius asked him.

Jonny opened his mouth, but closed it before a sound could come out and bit his lip. He swallowed and shrugged: “I’m not, just sang like normal. But also it’s accurate? And it sounds better?”

He grabbed some notes for the next part and explained: “I mean what sounds better out of the two of these: ‘Don’t recall asking for your opinion, son.’ or ‘I don’t think I asked for you input, my friend’?”

“If you exaggerate it like that, of course it will sound dumb, but the accent you’re doing is even dumber.” Tim said, not willing to abandon his side and say Jonny was right.

Some of the others agreed and something shut behind Jonnys eyes as he relented.

The others were glad this wouldn’t end as a big fight, which would be a mess to clean up, but Jonny wasn’t the same afterwards. He kept his mouth shut most of the time, no banter and no unnecessary commentary.

They tried to go on, but with Jonnys mood it was almost impossible, so they decided to leave finishing and cultivating the first draft for later and take a break.

The moment it was decided Jonny was out of the room, yelling something over his shoulder about a smoke, despite the fact that smoking was allowed everywhere on the Aurora. No one stopped him, however, just watching him go. Tim commented: “The asshole.”

Ashes smirked and Marius rolled his eyes, but Brian was a bit concerned about their First Mates reaction. Still, he knew following him and asking if he was alright, wouldn't be appreciated, so he left him to himself, but he resolved to keep an eye on him.

It seemed to be over the next day, Jonny had shut up about the accent and everything went on as normal, he did sound more British than normal, though, but not enough to be truly notable.

There did seem to be less fighting, though. Every time it seemed a fight would’ve normally broken out between Jonny and someone else (Jonny was usually the one fighting the most), Jonny would relent and let the other do their thing.

At first, no one was questioning this sudden change of character since it made the process go a whole lot smoother. Brian had frowned at the start, but Jonny didn’t seem to mind still just grinning like normal, so he hadn’t said anything about it.

Then that changed.

They’d finished the first draft and although no one member was more important than the other, it was the collective group that made it the best. And while Jonny wasn’t always prominent in the writing of the notes you could see him reflected in the lyrics, but his presence was now obviously missing.

This became even more apparent when they played it for the first time, stopping from time to time to make notes and suggestions.

Everyone had picked up on it, everyone except Jonny apparently. He was either playing oblivious or really hadn’t noticed the others silences that he hadn’t filled when they were taking suggestions on parts he hadn’t had a say in yet.

They were a bit sick of it. Was he still mad at them for yesterday? He seemed fine, but they all had masks. Was he deliberately being an asshole in the hope they would apologize or something? No, he wouldn’t do that, well he would be a deliberate asshole, but not over this. Unless this wasn’t like normal?

“What do you think, Jonny?” Brian asked.

“Hm?” Jonny looked up, “Oh, uhm, seems fine.”

He smiled at them, but they weren’t really sure he knew what it was about with the way his eyes were a bit distant.

“What were we talking about?” Tim asked, getting a bit frustrated.

Jonny blinked and uncertainly said: “The lyrics for the song about Mordred returning to the Saxons?”

“No,” Tim sighed, “about the love song between the three Pendragons. Are you even paying attention?”

He winced and replied: “Yes, just got a tad distracted. What was the original question?”

Tim was about to get angry, so Brian intervened: “I was wondering what you thought. This part here doesn’t flow so well.”

Brain pointed at the sheet in Jonnys hand and Jonny read it out loud to himself: “Guinevere you’re my stars, Arthur you’re my night. I know we have to ride at the dawns first light. And I’m not saying that this crusade isn’t right. But first we fuel a few more sins with whiskey.”

Jonny was quiet as he thought. He seemed to come up with something, because his eyes did the light up thing they always got when he had an idea, but then they dulled and he didn’t say a thing.

After a while he shrugged and said: “I don’t know.”

Now everyone was getting worried. If there was one thing Jonny loved, it was stealing the show by coming up with something and fixing a problem. It could be annoying if it wasn’t helpful.

He did not stay silent.

“Are you sure?” Brian asked, “It seemed like you thought of something.”

Jonny bit his lip, before carefully saying: “I thought- uhm, maybe? I think I could fix it, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Why do you think that? We won’t know unless we’ve heard it, so just tell us and we’ll decide ourselves.” Brian encouraged him.

Nodding slightly, Jonny started to sing: “Guinevere you’re my stars, Arthur you’re my night. I know we’ve got to ride at the dawns first light. And I ain’t saying this preacher man’s crusade ain’t right. But first we fuel a few more sins with whiskey.”

Jonny tried to gauge their reactions and quickly said: “I know y’all don’t like the accent and think it’s dumb, but the words make it fit better. Of course, we don’t have to do it. It was just a suggestion, you know.”

“No, no, that fits.” Ashes told him.

His shoulder sagged a bit with relief and he smiled at them before he wrote the new lyrics down. He did not notice he was the only one changing the lyrics.

While he was doing that, Brain and Marius shared a concerned look that the others caught on to and made them look at Jonny again and think. Then Marius said: “Hey, Jonny?”

“Yes?” Jonny asked looking up.

“Why do you know so much about this one accent and use of language?” Marius replied, immediately adding: “Not that that’s a bad thing of course, just curious.”

“I don’t know that much about it.” Jonny dodged the question.

“Yes, you do.” Tim inserted himself into the conversation as well.

Jonny huffed and crossed his arms as he said: “It doesn’t matter, why do you care so much anyway. I thought you found it dumb.”

“Because you’re suddenly acting weird after we brought it up.” Tim exclaimed.

That startled Jonny a bit, but he yelled back: “I do not.”

“Yes, you are.” Tim frowned angrily and began to list, “You’re not making useless comments, no banter, exaggerating your British accent, you’re not giving your own opinions, you’re fucking agreeable, Jonny. You’re never agreeable, so excuse us for wanting to know what the fuck is going on with you.”

“There’s nothing going on with me, I tried something and it failed, so I shut up.” Jonny spat, “I’m fine.”

“What did you try? What on earth did you try to make you act like this when it failed.” Tim had stood up now to continue their fighting match, properly.

Brian, however, wasn’t having it and pushed him back down in his seat as he shouted: “Lets all just calm down for one second, okay.”

Both took a deep breath and just glared at each other.

Gently Marius broke the silence: “Jonny, you try a lot of things that don’t succeed, why does this one bother you so much. I know Tim wasn’t the best at telling you this, but we’re just worried about you.”

Jonny swallowed heavily and blinked heavily a few times. He tried to start a few times, but then just stopped, choosing to dismiss it: “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“The more you dodge it, the more it seems like a big deal and we’re not continuing until you tell us.” Ashes told him. From where they were resting on the couch, all sprawled out, they looked like how they’d been when they were Hades. The royal feeling rolled off of them and Jonny couldn’t help, but listen.

“It’s, uhm, I’m from New Texas.” he finally settled on saying.

When that didn’t clear anything up he explained: “It’s not the same system as orbited around Avalon, but it’s close.”

The realization dawned on everyone that the accent they’d thought he’d been putting on was his original accent and the way he spoke now could be considered him putting on an accent. They’d never realized that he could have a different accent since the rest of them, except for Nastya, had the same one.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jonny. We hadn’t realized.” Brian said.

Jonny squirmed in his place uncomfortably and shrugged: “It’s no big deal.”

“Seems like it is though, I know you don’t like me psychoanalyzing you, but this made you more upset than anything else I’ve seen.” Marius told him.

That earned him a scowl from Jonny, who replied: “Stay away from my brain, Marius. It’s none of your business.”

Meanwhile, Tim was still thinking about Jonnys change of accent without really paying attention to what the others were saying, so he blurted out: “So where did your accent go then? Nastya still had hers, despite being on this ship for quite a long time.”

The scowl deepened and Jonny said: “That’s also none of your fucking business.”

“Does it have anything to do with why you’re so upset?” Marius asked.

Completely fed up, Jonny roared: “Yes.” and stomped off.

As they watched him go, Ashes commented: “That could’ve gone a lot smoother.”

Beside them Brian pinched his nose and sighed: “Yes. Yes, it could have.”

“Should we go check on him?” Tim asked,a bit taken aback by the reaction and feeling guilty a bit too.

“No, I think we’ve done enough for today. I’ll check up on him in a few hours.” Brian told him.

The rest of the day came and went and soon it was time for Brian to see how their First Mate was fairing. He hesitated outside his room for a second, then he knocked.

It was quiet for a beat, then he hear Jonnys voice: “What do you want?”

“It’s me, Brian. I came to check up on you. I know you don’t want me to, but just open the door so I  can see you’re at least a bit okay and I’ll leave you alone.” Brian answered.

He heard grumbling, but also movement, so he smiled at his little victory.

The door slid open and Jonny looked at the ground and said: “See, I’m fine. Now go away.”

Brian raised a brow and rolled his eyes, before he squatted down a bit and gently put a finger under Jonnys chin to raise his face to make eye contact. Jonnys eyes were shining with the wetness of tears not yet fallen, but his makeup hadn’t been smudged, which Brian counted as a win.

What he didn’t count as a win, however, was that Jonny wasn’t even fighting him about this treatment. He just stood there silently and stared at Brian, all fight drained out of his body with the opening of his door.

Brian broke the silence softly: “If you want I can leave now, but I’m happy to stay. You don’t have to talk, just company.”

Jonny worried his lip between his teeth as a mental battle waged behind his eyes. Then he quietly said: “Don’t tell the others?”

“Of course not.” Brian replied with a kind smile, closing the door behind him as he lead Jonny to his bed.

Brian leaned against the wall and allowed Jonny to crawl up beside him, before pulling the blanket over the two of them. He gently rubbed Jonnys back and sat quietly with his eyes closed and his mind calm.

He knew Jonny was more tactile than he’d have you believe. All the crew was familiar with the ways he would brush up against people, accidentally bump into them or started a fistfights when he was feeling lonely.

No one ever said anything about it, but they tried their best to pander to it. Everyone had something after all.

After nearly thirty minutes of comfortable silence Jonny said: “I know it’s stupid to be upset about. I just- never mind.”

“It isn’t stupid at all.” Brian told him.

“Yes, it is.” Jonny moped, “Just because she beat it out of me doesn’t mean that it isn’t just an accent.”

He didn’t even seem to realize what he had just confessed, instead angrily staring at Brians thigh and plucking on a lose thread of Brians pants, Brian knew he would probably offer to fix it later as a thank you or apology, unable to voice it.

Brian carded a hand through Jonnys hair and said: “You know, I don’t even speak this language.”

“What?” Jonny asked, not looking up, but leaning into the touch.

“I borrowed a book from Ivy about my own planet, it talked about the language and how it’s one of the few places that hasn’t switched to Basic yet. There was a passage in the language, but I couldn't understand a word, not programmed for it, I guess.” Brian explained.

“Oh, I’m- I’m sorry, that sucks.” Jonny mumbled.

Brian shrugged and said: “Yeah, kind of. I know I’m not that Brain, never really was, but it still hurt. I locked myself at the helm for two months to process. Isn’t that stupid?”

“No. No, it’s not.” Jonny frowned, plucking harder, “That’s upsetting to learn, you just reacted like anyone else would.”

“You’re right.” Brian agreed, for a moment Jonny was confused, but then Brian cleared it up: “So, why is it stupid when you’re upset?”

“I don’t know.” Jonny pouted.

“You don’t have to know. Sometimes a brain is just stupid, but that has nothing to do with you. You’re allowed to just be upset.” Brian told him.

Jonny huffed: “You sound like Marius.”

“Marius isn’t always wrong, even when he is an idiot from time to time.” Brian said.

They fell into a comfortable silence again after that. The rhythmic motion of Brian petting Jonnys hair soothing them both.

Then after a while, Brian said: “For the record, I liked the accent you gave Galahad, you really sounded like him. Tim probably did too, he just wanted a fight I think.”

“Really?” Jonny asked after a beat of silence.

Brian smiled: “Yeah, really. I think that if you bring it up again, the others are probably a lot more receptive. You know how they love dramatics and what is more dramatic then an album with authentic vocabulary and accents just for accuracy?”

Jonny grinned: “Not much.”

“Exactly.” Brian nodded, then he stayed silent until Jonny had fallen asleep.

The next morning the two of them made their way to breakfast. Jonny was his chipper self again and bounced around Brian as he excitedly told him about the dream he had in which it had been him against an entire army, pretty violent over all, but Jonny had won and found himself quite the badass, despite the fact that it was a dream and he had not actually done that.

He didn’t even notice how the others lost their tenseness when he’d come in. All had been afraid that he would still be upset, but it seemed Brian had been a good influence.

They all ate, before going back to the practice room. The plan was to start going over everything again, just the next draft until everything was perfect, but before they could start Jonny nervously asked: “Hey, uhm, I was just wondering if y’all’d be okay if I tried the accent again with Galahad. I think it would enrich the album and if all y’all don’t like it, we can scrap it again.”

“I think that would be a great idea, Jonny.” Marius smiled at him.

Relief washed over Jonnys face and he smiled back.

In the end they kept the accent in there and watching Jonny go apeshit every single time he got to perform Hellfire was completely worth it.

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 9

back at it again, and its time for the shadowplay arc, HELL yeah

oh I'm so excited i love this arc lets DO this

oooh its nightbeat and quark!! way before they become relevant, which is so cool

‘one of those recepticon fanatics’ lmao imagine if they were...the recepticons. just doesn't have the same ring to it 

god i fucking love all the politics of mtmte. i love how they’re talking about the senate here before we really get to See how bad they were (we heard a bit about it from whirl a few issues ago, and now here)

love how nightbeat is pretty much agreeing with the decepticon ideology here, even if its clear that he isn't Actually a decepticon - it just drives home the fact that, in this story, The Decepticons Were Right About A Lot Of That Stuff (or at least, they had a reason other than ‘destruction’ for rebelling). 

AND THEN THERES RUNG!!!!!!! WITH HIS MODEL OF THE LOST LIGHT....god i fuckgin LOVE the continuity in this story bc the first time reading this ur like oh ok rung is old yea makes sense...but then later all the time travel stuff happens and then its like OHHHHH 

damn poor rung nightbeat can rlly tell he's lonely just by looking at him vbhjdkdfhbjsjkdf geez. also nightbeat that's ur mystery stick bf from the future js!!

quarks extreme POV on all of the stuff is so interesting, and makes so much sense bc of Course he would think that as a non-combatant scientist who, due to his functional value in current society, wouldn't really benefit much from a revolution - in fact, he’d probably lose a lot. and that’s the sort of thing where you’re like, ok well think about everyone else dude, have some perspective - but at the same time, quark did suffer a pretty terrible fate, so his fears weren't entirely unfounded...augh, its so fascinating...im sorry I'm not gonna shut up about space robot politics this Entire time

HOW did nobody notice that dead body before now

ratchet spray-painting the hands he stole from pharma to match his own paintjob is like...kinda gruesome if you think about it hvbhsjkdfbkjdf

i love rewind sooo much oh my god 

he rlly stashed rung’s comatose body in a wheelchair behind the bar hbkjdhfbshjkdf rewind 

rewind and chromedome’s tag-team explanation....ough hhhhh THEM 

wait a sec, rewind, you have medical records in your database? that is, at least according to regular medical laws, very illegal lmao. my favorite long-running theme in mtmte: the fact that hipaa and osha laws on cybertron are either basically nonexistent, or just universally disregarded 

what the actual fuck is up w/cybertronian time units. that shit is wack as hell 

ooh i love how chromedome looks different in the flashback - no shoulder tires! - that's a cool detail

how come prowl just said ‘minute,’ rewind was busting it up w/all the wack ass fantasy time units just a second ago. geez

also goddd i love the scenery of pre-war cybertron, its SUCH a cool setting like, visually and aesthetically and politically

like, i adore details like the sign in the bg that says ‘everyone’s shape serves a purpose.’ really adds to the ‘society on the precipice of civil war currently controlled by an increasingly-desperate faction who are doling out propaganda like crazy in an attempt to maintain their image and control over the populace’ vibe

good ole murder mystery setup. love it!

pre-war prowl is such an interesting character. actually prowl in general is such an interesting character...I kinda wrote him off during my first read of mtmte (and even a little during my second readthru) as just this dude who’s an asshole (espec bc my prev tf experience involved watching tfa as a kid, and this prowl is very different from tfa prowl lol)...but prowl is SUCH a multi-faceted and interesting character, even in the relatively little we see of him in mtmte 

plus it was interesting to learn later that prowl was one of the characters that jro wanted for mtmte and didn't get, and MAN i wish he got prowl bc I would've loved to see what jro would've done w/prowl on the lost light, that would've been amazing. like, just imagine the arc he would have...I have no idea what that arc would BE, but I know it would be awesome. plus I’d be really interested to see how prowl would factor in, relationships-wise, amongst the crew of the lost light. so much potential!

anyways. I'm in a very talky mood tonight it seems. its currently 4 am so that kinda explains it. ok, moving on!

chromedome and prowl bantering....in their own morbid forensic-cop way...

skids bvhjdbsfjasf. speaking what we’re all thinking: is prowl gonna keep showing up in mtmte despite not technically being part of the cast??

swerves drawing of prowl lmaoooo

AND THEN REWIND IN SOME OF MY FAVORITE MTMTE PANELS....fuckgin cracks me up every time god. rewind was rlly about to flip their entire ass table just to demonstrate that prowl is a serial table-flipper...and then he cant even make the table budge and he just stares at his hands like ‘how could you betray me like this’ hvbajkhhsfdhksdf PEAK hilarity

drift hvbshfdjbasdfj his forcibly cheery expression even tho he’s being harassed by rodimus, who is a big whiny toddler w/drift lmao 

rodimus is the type of guy who, upon drift not replying to one of his texts, would post a whole twitter thread being all like ‘these days u cant trust any1 to hav ur back...u think u kno someone and then they just ghost you...(1/14)’

again, rewind, HOW and WHY do you just Have medical reports, oh my god, somebody please call a hipaa agent I’m scared, 

ratchet interrupting the story to give a quick medical PSA....that's Such an on-brand thing for Me to do that I feel like jro is assigning me ratchet kin as I read this

also, hey, its sonic and boom, those two decepticons from delphi! nice little continuity there

AND HERES ORION PAX SUPER COP

can’t believe idw made my dad optimus prime into a cop. smh. shouldn't be that shocked tho, I feel like half the idw characters are cops

orion rlly hit them w/the omae wa mo shinderu arrest strat

orion: I cant believe you're beating this guy up. anyways, now I'm gonna beat YOU up,

when ratchet puts his hand over drifts mouth and then gets spray paint on drifts face bhjdfsvsdjhfgbjdskf

pre-war ratchet and drift ;_; ratchet’s little inspirational speech...the fact that he tells drift that he’s special...the fact that drift remembered all of this even after 4 million+ yrs...it gets me bro it GETS me

ALSO the layers in the fact that drift then goes on to become a well-known murderous decepticon...so this little scene of him and ratchet in the past gives a lot of context to ratchet’s general attitude towards drift - ratchet clearly feels at least somewhat responsible for all the blood on drift’s hands, since he saved drift’s life way back in the day

the whole relinquishment clinic thing is such cool worldbuilding, bc of course that's the kind of thing that would develop in a society of robot aliens who are only allowed to work within the rigid confines of their alt mode 

I love the whole matrix thing bc its kinda like being the pope or st but also you have a ton of political sway, so its a super important position, so of Course the corrupt senate would want full control over that power, and would assassinate the current prime to try to get their own guy in 

god vhbhjsdkbgshjdf rodimus is such a dick lmao poor drift

HHHHH I love that the cybertronian version of an autopsy is taking the dudes body apart into the smallest components and laying them all out. that's so fucking cool

hmmmm chromedome maybe you should Not be interested in mnemology, how about that,

oh god. time to start being sad about op and senator shockwave. oh god

senator shockwave more like senator sexy 

also the first time I read this I thought I had just missed his name and like halfway thru the story I went back and scoured the pages looking for it hbvhsjdfbshgfdsbj then I was like oh ok so we’re maybe supposed to just know who this guy is from another comic? but NOPE it was very deliberate and I only realized very close to the end that they were setting up some sort of reveal

its funny bc normally I'm not a huge fan of stories where politics play a huge role but I fuckgin love it here, the politics and worldbuilding is all so interesting and also balanced out with a healthy dose of cool sci-fi hijinks, so

lmao there's chromedome being obsessed w/people making the ‘pfft’ sound 

also wow yet more hindsight, maybe you Shouldn’t be so interested in the Institute, chromedome, 

OHHHH shit I forgot abt the red alert stuff happening at the same time as this :( :( :( 

AUGHHH what a fucked up situation. god 

oooof i gotta continue now!! what a solid issue, I love the shadowplay arc

[onlymorelove]

fic: so hot (want to touch the hiney)

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Bad Flirting, Innuendo, Sparring, Kissing, Getting Together, Laughter,  America's ass—Tony wants to touch it Summary: Tony and Steve spar; their bout has an unexpected outcome. Written as a gift for Yumi_Eleven and a fill for the @cap-ironman​ Bingo 2020 - “Laughter” Square. Read on AO3. @firebrands Since you asked... :D Here’s a WIP I’m writing for Sim. I’ll finish it once remix week’s over. 

Ch. 1: I am good, I am grounded. “Come on, Tony. Spar with me.” Sandy eyebrows pinched. “Please.” Blink blink in an enticing flutter of pale gold eyelashes, and bam, Tony was done. God, he was such a sucker—for Steve, at least. Tony clutched at his chest, then rubbed a circle into it with the flat of his palm. “Geez, don’t you know I’ve got a bum ticker?” He waved vaguely in Steve’s direction. “Put away those damn peepers, Rogers.” Heaving an enormous sigh, Tony admitted defeat:  “All right. All right. You win. J., save everything; shut it all down.”

“Of course, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.

“You”—here Tony snapped his fingers and aimed a sharp glance at Steve—“are a menace.” Steve blinked again, all fresh-faced, wide-eyed innocence, and Tony rolled his eyes. “Go away. I’ll change into sweats and meet you upstairs in ten.” When Steve still didn’t move beyond letting his hands settle at his narrow hips, Tony huffed out a breath through his pursed lips and flapped his hands in a brisk shooing motion. “Shoo. Skedaddle. Begone, tall, blond one.” “See you in ten minutes.”  Sure, the words seemed innocuous enough, but they had the timbre of a threat. Steve tossed the comment over his mountain range shoulders as his long, well-muscled legs led him away from Tony.  (Ugh, the unholy curve of Cap’s calves in shorts; life was  so  unfair.) In a fit of pique, Tony stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at Steve’s retreating back; did Steve know what Tony was doing? There was just enough of an enticing tick-tock to Steve’s hips that Tony had to bite the tip of his thumb in order to hold back the whimper that begged to crawl out of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, craning his neck to keep Steve nicely in his line of sight. Exercising extreme willpower, he resisted the urge to curl his fingers into a cupping motion. Barely. “Or what?” he added because when it came to Steve, he never knew when to shut up. Fine, fine, he knew  ; he just couldn’t make himself do it. “Or I’ll come and find you again.” Just like that. Matter of fact. 

“Oh. You’ll come find me,” Tony said, aware of the taunt layered thickly over his words. He carefully slid Nat’s bites back into a glass case. “And what if I’m naked when you come and find me, Cappy Cap?” The case shut with a snap, and Tony pitched his head to the side, eyebrows raised. “What then, pray tell?” he asked, drumming his fingers on his work table. “Hmm?” Oh, he had Steve now.

Steve stopped, turned, and propped himself against the door jamb, arms folded across his chest that was roughly the size of a continent—god, had J.A.R.V.I.S. raised the temperature by ten degrees?—and one shoulder cocked higher than the other. If Tony didn’t know better, he’d say Steve was posing. But that was a ridiculous thought; Steve Rogers didn’t pose. His lips twitched minutely at the corners as if he was trying to repress a smile. Damned if that wasn’t charming as all hell. Then they firmed again, and his eyes—damn those weaponized eyes—they fucking sparkled like, like Independence Day fireworks shooting across the sky, as he trained them on Tony and etched a blazing trail from Tony’s shoes, up his denim-clad legs, along the black tank that covered his chest, and over his bare throat, not stopping until they clashed directly with Tony’s eyes. He didn’t even bother to hide it, just looked Tony up and down, slow, deliberate, and filthy. Blink blink, and Steve’s shoulder moved in what some might call an insouciant shrug but Tony pegged as annoying and also somehow hot. Ridiculously hot. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen a”—pink flashed as the tip of Steve’s tongue darted out and wet his lips, and Tony fought back the urge to fan himself—“naked man. If I’m lucky, it won’t be the last.” If I’m lucky…  Tony’s jaw dropped and he gaped at Steve, eyes rounding, heart careening against his ribs. His face was doing supremely weird things, probably, but he couldn’t make it stop. A smile, relaxed and easy, tugged at half of Steve’s mouth, sending fresh heat sliding over Tony’s already burning face when he realized with a jolt how utterly, unfairly kissable that mouth looked. As that realization rattled around in Tony’s brain like a wobbly, spinning coin, Steve was gone without another glance from those big, bluebell-pretty eyes. Turning on his heel, he made a pitch-perfect exit in a quiet squeak of shoes.  A mirthful “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies,” traveled to Tony’s ears while he stared after Steve, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Tony cleared his throat. “No, you,” he fired back nonsensically, five seconds too late for it not to be apparent how flustered he was, if his face hadn’t already delivered that message, then smacked the heel of his hand against his forehead, repeatedly.  What kind of lame-ass comeback was that? Where was his famous charm when he needed it? That languid, smoldering perusal had clearly messed with his head.

Steve’s low, rumbling laugh floated back to Tony, raising goosebumps on Tony’s bare arms and catching in his chest. 

Steve had just undressed him with his eyes. Was Steve hitting on him or just teasing him? It had to be the latter, right?

On this Sunday afternoon, Tony and Steve were the only ones in the sparring room at the Tower. Tony would prefer to still be in his workshop, toying with upgrades to Nat’s bites, but Steve had invaded his inner sanctum and nailed him with the bluer than blue, sad pupper Eyes of DoomTM, not to mention sassed him with that delectable mouth of his, and well, Tony’d crumbled like a cheap, shiny, polyester suit. Why? Because he was easy like that, or, well, more accurately, he was easy like that for one person: Steve. It was a problem. One that Tony, even with all the considerable brainpower at his disposal, had yet to discover a solution for. 

While Tony went up to the penthouse to change out of his jeans, apparently Steve warmed up on his own. When Tony entered the sparring room, his eyes immediately sought and found Steve. It wasn’t exactly difficult; Steve was facing Tony, and he was the only idiot in the vicinity with a black jump rope in his large hands, slicing it through the air with a grace and economy of movement that made it seem like he was dancing. Eyes narrowed, Tony watched as Steve jumped and twisted from side to side. “Showoff,” he called out loudly, both hands cupped around his mouth, even though he knew Steve and his serum-enhanced hearing would pick up the word even if he whispered it.

Steve, the big, gorgeous lug, didn’t answer. Not with words, anyway. A grin with enough wattage to power two cities stretched across his mouth. With nary a stumble, he switched to double under crossovers, making it appear easy when Tony knew damn well it was anything but. He knew how hard Steve’s core must be working and he wished he could run his hands over Steve’s abs and feel his warm skin, feel the flex and release of the muscles underneath. Barring that, he wished Steve would take off his two sizes too small white t-shirt, so at least Tony could see, even if he couldn’t touch. 

The rope whipped even faster, Steve jumped higher, though he still remained enviably light on his feet, and his hair flew up and flopped down again, echoing the motion. After twisting his hand and crudely miming jerking himself off, Tony pointedly turned his back on Steve and set his water bottle off to the side. His body definitely needed a warm-up—something to loosen his muscles and get his blood flowing a bit faster. Though Tony could come up with a dozen more fun ways of doing that than shoulder and ankle rolls, sadly, those delicacies weren’t on the menu for the day. 

Grinning at that thought, he moved through a series of ankle, wrist, shoulder, and knee rotations. After spending a few reps on pulling his arms from the midline of his body out to the sides in order to open up his chest, Tony shifted to jumping jacks and lateral hops. He hated burpees, but he sprinkled in a handful of those, as well. Eventually, he brought himself down to the mat on his stomach and bent one leg at the knee. With a firm grip on his ankle, he pulled his bent leg in toward his ass and held it there for half a minute, feeling the slight pull in his quads. Even five years ago, he might not have been so diligent about warming up, but with age came a certain reality about his body’s limitations. He alternated between both legs, breathing evenly, in through his nose and out through his mouth. Just as he finished his final rep and lowered his left leg back to the mat, Steve’s gray sneakers entered his field of vision. 

“You ready?”

Tony propped his chin on his folded hands and bent his legs at the knees again, letting them cross and swing behind him in lazy arcs. His gaze tiptoed up Steve’s legs and chest—giving him a slow once over—and came to a stop at his eyes. He winked saucily, his pinky caught between his teeth. This time Tony was ready for anything Steve might throw at him. “Come and get me, big boy.” 

[flowerpowell]

The Boy Next Door (Colt x MC/ Logan x MC)

PART SEVEN

A/N: You voted now so... Hey yall! I came back from my mini break from Tumblr with a new chapter of this series (I hope you still like it cause I have like 4 more chapters written already and so I’ll be updating the series very often). This part is mostly a filler but I needed this to happen before we move to other things. I hope you’ll like it and if you do, dont forget to leave some feedback cause it always makes my day to read your thoughts! Characters belong to Pixelberry!

Rating: PG-16 (??)

Word count: 1414

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“I’m moving in here with you all!”

Colt spit out his coffee and Ellie stared at Logan with her eyes wide opened.

“You... what?”

“Moving in...here... with you?” Logan repeated hesitantly. “Unless... you don’t want me to? Is something wrong, Ellie?”

Living with my boyfriend under one roof with the guy I slept with. Nope. Totally cool.

“No! I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she lied and faked a smile. Colt was still coughing and Ellie hit him hard on the back. Maybe a little too hard.

“I promised I’d never leave you so I found a job here. I meant what I said last, Ellie. I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

“Logan, I...” Ellie started but Colt stood up suddenly, interrupting her.

“Great, now that we established how much you love each other, can you two get a room so I can drink my coffee in peace?”

“So... it’s cool that I’m moving in? I’ll be sleeping in Ellie’s bedroom but I promise we’ll be quiet!” Logan asked, smiling at Ellie which made her even more sick. Oh boy.

“Not sure if Ellie can be,” Colt murmured but luckily, Logan didn’t seem to have heard it. “It’s cool. You can take whichever bedroom you want cause I’ll be moving out. Now excuse me,” he took his mug and started heading out, “I really want to enjoy my last cup of coffee in this house. Alone.”

“Cool! I’ll start unpacking. Ellie will you help me?” Logan looked at her expectantly. Her eyes shifted from Colt to Logan, both walking in two different directions and she wasn’t sure who to follow. She did need to talk to Colt but she was still Logan’s girlfriend.

Girlfriend duties that is.

“I’m coming,” she took Logan’s hand and tried to ignore Colt’s disappointed look.

~~~~

As soon as Logan’s stuff was all unpacked and he went to check out his new workplace, Ellie found Colt.

“What the heck was that supposed to mean?”

“What now?” Colt rolled his eyes turning to Ellie.

“‘Not sure if Ellie can be.’ You thought I didn’t hear?”

“What? It’s true! You can be loud sometimes...” Colt smirked and she wanted to kill him that very second.

“Colt!!! Stop it!” She bit her lip nervously before speaking again. “Actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about. That night. Logan’s here and I--”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him anything.”

Ellie let out a relieved sigh. She wanted to tell Logan at some point just... not now.

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“No problem.”

“Actually... can we talk about that night now?”

“What do you want to know? You don’t remember it, do you?” She shook her head sligtly and he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You were really good as for a first-timer. I think you enjoyed it,” he shrugghed. “Is that all?”

“No-- I-- This is not-- Was I really? No, it doesn’t matter. What I meant was--”

“I know. It was a mistake. You regret it. You wish it never happened. Am I right?” Colt looked her right in the eyes and she felt taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes... Kind of... It’s just, I wanted to--”

“I get it. Don’t worry. It was a mistake. Let’s forget it.”

Ellie swallowed hard, not sure if it was what she really wanted. But before she could talk to Colt some more, he already left. She had already figured it out, leaving or rather running away was Colt’s coping mechanism.

But what he was running away from?

Ellie. Get a grip, girl. You’re dating Logan. A guy who quit his job to be here with you. A guy who only kept his job and worked overtime just to make you happy and take you to Paris.

So why did her heart feel so broken?

~~~~

Two days later, Ellie knew what she needed to do. After she kissed Logan goodbye (his first day at work) she made coffee and hid behind the door again, waiting for Colt to come. She knew he loved coffee too much to pass. And even though she had to skip her first class, she needed to interrogate Colt.

Colt walked in, completely unaware she was there too. When he was grabbing a coffee pot, Ellie quickly closed and locked the door.

“Geez, Ellie, again?!” He put down his coffee calmly but his eyes widened at what Ellie was holding in her hand.

“Yes, Colt. Again. We need to talk.” Ellie raised Colt’s favorite leather jacket. “I dipped this in gasoline so it burns quicker. And look! I brought fire,” she smiled and showed him a big lighter. “So you better talk.”

“Just... don’t burn it,” Colt sat down on a chair, terrified.

“I won’t... if you tell me the truth. Why do you want to move out?”

“I got a job and it’s far from here,” he shrugged. Ellie brought the lighter closer to his jacket.

“Okay, okay! I’m visiting someone!”

Ellie raised her eyebrow and started playing with the lighter, “You sure?”  

“Put it down!” He yelled at her and stood, trying to snatch the jacket away.

“Then tell me the truth! What are you running away from?!”

“Why do you care so much?!”

Actually yeah, why do I care so much?

“I don’t know, why are you leaving?”

“It’s not you business,” he tried again, but she ran to the other side of the kitchen.

“It is! You’re running away and I need to know from who!”

“From you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

There it is.

“But... why?” she asked confused.

“Because I get it! It was a mistake, you regret it, you hated it, you wanted to forget it. And I’m trying to forget it, too, you know? But it’s hard since I wasn’t drunk as fuck like you.”

“Colt...” she started but he didn’t let her finish. He was angry.

“Trust me, if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have even touched you. I wouldn’t have even lifted a finger. I wouldn’t--” She cut him off with a kiss. A short but a deep kiss. When they parted, both of them were equally confused.

“Why... Why did you do that?”

Why did I do that??????

“I... don’t know.” She swallowed hard. She really didn’t know why. She did it without thinking. What the heck.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead he was just studying her face as she took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t go. If it’s a problem Logan and I can move out. But I’d really miss you.”

“You would?” he asked surprised.

I would???

“Yeah... You can be a pain in the ass but oddly enough I kinda like you.”

“And you decided to kiss me so I won’t leave? Geez, you’re with Logan, Ellie. You can’t just kiss people to change their minds!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!” she mumbled, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

Colt ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment.

“Okay. If you care so much about it, God knows why, I’ll stay. But gimme my jacket back.”

Ellie quickly handed him the jacket. He raised an eyebrow when the gasoline was dripping from it but she only shrugged. Before Colt could make his way towards the door, Ellie wrapped her arms around his waist. Colt froze at first, but started patting Ellie’s shoulder awkwardly. When she pulled away he was already looking at her.

She knew that look. He gave her the same look that night. She swallowed hard knowing she needed to stop... whatever it was.

“Friends?” She extended her hand for a handshake earning a confused look from Colt. He eyed her up and stepped back as if not sure if she was being serious. A hollow laugh filled the room when he shook his head and unlocked the door.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Ellie.” He shot her one last annoyed look before closing the door after him.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Beatrice and Merula for the character asks

Two of my favorites! This is going to be fun! 

(Merula)

Luca:

I’ve never met another human being who has given me quite as many headaches as Merula Snyde, and somehow I wouldn’t give up a single one of them. In the early days, she insisted on competing with me and even trying to hurt me and my friends. Her insecurity was pretty transparent, so it wasn’t like I didn’t understand...still, I kept finding myself asking the question of why, if she refused to be my friend, did she still insist on talking to me all the time? It was a bit more complicated than that, of course. Her feelings for me are...complex, and the same is true on my end. It doesn’t help that she’s weirdly good-looking, in a way that takes a while to notice...my journey with Merula probably says a lot about who I am, because I went from ignoring her, to caring pretty strongly about her....to tackling Rakepick for what she did in the Underground Vault. I haven’t told anyone this but Merula’s suffering has changed my boggart ever since that night. I know she’s aggressive and self-centered, I know her problems...but I don’t care. She’s not the first person I’ve met who show-boats and lashes out to hide that they’re hurting...and I never gave up on Jacob either. My friends don’t understand why I spend so much time with her, or else they think it has to do with the Vaults. But lately I tend to see Merula as part of my group of friends. It’s a slow thing but I think she’s starting to become a true member of the gang ,and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Weasley-Adoptee: 

Merula is an interesting character but I don’t really have much to say about her, like she’s okay I guess? But still, I-(cue my bag falling and all my old posts spilling out) Oh geez, that’s nothing, I-(trips over all the “bae!” posts I’ve made) Um look I can explain-(my MC/Merula, enemies to lovers posts start falling from the sky.) UGH OKAY I ADMIT IT. I’m total trash for this character. Yes, I am in that part of the fandom. So if you’re a Merula-Anti you are entirely welcome on my blog but be forewarned, my posts might frustrate you. But Merula is easily one of my favorite characters. She’s complex and interesting and I cannot help but feel for her. She has an adorable design and her integration into the story and side-quests is always fun to watch. And hey, you don’t have to be an MC/Merula shipper, but their dynamic is just too precious for words. Like Luca, I’m a total rescuer at heart, so how could I not want to rescue this lonely cat? In the beginning, the only thing I really had to say about Merula was “No, she’s clearly not a discount Draco, why does everyone keep saying that?” Cause like...it may have taken a while for her to be developed beyond just being a rival, but right from the start we knew her parents were in Azkaban. Basically the polar opposite of Draco’s privileged upbringing. Draco genuinely thought he was hot shit, Merula simply tried very hard to pretend that was true, but it was clear that she didn’t really believe it. By the time we got the first Christmas TLSQ and that incredible song-book scene (Be still my heart) I was a major fan. Then we had lines like Merula saying that she enjoys sparring with MC during the Celestial Ball and I just can’t even. I will never stop stanning the best witch at hogwarts.

(Beatrice) 

Luca: 

“You know how sometimes you’re aware that a person exists well before you know them, and you get this idea in your head of what they’re like? But then you meet them and they’re entirely different? Well, Beatrice is kind of like that but on a delay. I was expecting Tiny-Penny, and I was not wrong. But that’s kind of on me as well, and knowing how much people expect me to be just like Jacob...I can understand why that perception might be frustrating for her now. Look, I don’t care if she’s doing a whole goth style now. I don’t care if she wants to hang out with Ismelda...I mean, she’s basically harmless anyway. But Beatrice can’t start neglecting her makeup exams or putting herself in dangerous situations...I realize what a hypocrite I am for saying that, but I don’t especially care. Penny is family to me, and that means Beatrice is family to. And while I’m not planning to let the Vaults claim my life...I would die before I let something happen to her. Not that I don’t get where she’s coming from because I do, but she can work through her pain without putting herself in a position to deal with more. I don’t think either Beatrice or her sister realize what the other went through and I don’t know how to help both of them see it.”

Weasley-Adoptee:

Considering that there’s a very common tag on my blog that goes “Beatrice Haywood Defense Squad” I think you can safely guess where I fall on this character. I have a number of strong feelings about Bea’s struggle and how it reflects her character, other characters, and the Potterverse as a whole. I’ve already rambled quite a lot but you’ve got to understand - I will never find her annoying or blame her for the way she treats Penny and anyone else. She lost a year of her life to that Portrait World and we still don’t know what it was like for her because no one fucking asks. Sorry, that’s just....that still drives me crazy. But I honestly do like the deconstruction of not only how trauma can work, complete with loved ones who don’t get it and think the problem is just over after you’re physically safe...to the deconstruction of what people have been saying for years - the Potterverse adults are horridly incompetent. Sure, obviously we all love McGonagall and Flitwick but....D u m b l e d o r e ....sorry, this isn’t about him. I genuinely like how Beatrice reacts to all this and she absolutely does have a point. After losing a year of her life to the Vaults, why shouldn’t she be allowed to investigate? It’s not like children don’t do all the work in these stories anyway. She’s older than MC was when they started poking around. I totally understand why Penny is worried about her and she has every right to be...but she just doesn’t know how to get through to Beatrice right now. Otherwise, a lot of little things make me adore her - from her friendship with Ismelda which makes perfect sense, to her adorable crush on Jae, to her freaking awesome re-design (Seriously Jam City, we better get a second chance to get that outfit) to the fact that she’s apparently just as tall as MC.

Send a HPHM character to my ask box and get both my and my muse’s feelings on that character!

[madsciencestudent]

5 Fave Male Characters

Tagged By: @pandoramusicbox09

Tagging: @enelle2890, @paper-doodle, @sleepy-shark, and anyone else who wants to do this.

(Oh geez, here we go. XD)

1. Steven Universe

Okay let’s get the show that ripped my heart out last out of the way first. Steven is the pure cinnamon roll on this list, and why he’s my favorite. Steven in the original series was the compassionate male hero I always wanted but never realized I wanted! I did have an issue with him always putting others before himself, but then the creators turned around and BAM! Addressed it in Future with a poor 16 year old who’s trauma finally caught up to him and manifested. Steven is a newer character, I’ll admit, but his stories and development into a hero and then a struggling young adult just... Sticks with me.

2. Orochimaru

Smart, mysterious, dangerous, a ‘mad scientist’, even if it’s for selfish gains he takes in the lost, abused, and abandoned, cynical and wanting to watch the terrible world he lives in burn, an Asexual Icon even if the homophobic and transphobic fans like to say otherwise (all those jokes about him being ‘gay’ or ‘wanting to be a woman’ were NOT meant to be empowering but derogatory-I was there I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE), and with absolutely BEAUTIFUL hair and eyes, awkward weeby teenage me was obsessed with the best character in Naruto. And never really got over it. I stopped following one of the most popular manga and anime the first time the Sell Out of an Author tried to make it look like asshole Sasuke was better than him, and thankfully the character was never ruined for me like I know he was for others and the series as a whole was the longer it was milked for money. So Orochimaru remains the same dangerous and well written villain he was when he first pulled off that face in front of Anko all those years ago to me.

3. Alastor

Another newer character, Alastor is one of those fun yet deadly villains that is also layered. He was a serial killer in life- which if properly written can be interesting in his development and spiral down the path for becoming a serial killer- and a powerful demon in death. There is a lot of potential there for him to develop into a fascinating character as well as a mysterious one. Everyone else in the series seems like they can be redeemed and actually change their after life, but Alastor is the one who seems like he’s going to drag all of them back to Hell and is going to be there true threat of the series. Yet, he also seems like the one who is necessary for the others to access the resources they need to turn their afterlives around. So there’s more conflict there. Are the resources they’re receiving from him actually what they need, or is he undermining them at every turn disguised as aiding them? He’s fun and impossible to get a decent read on!

4. GraveRobber

The character that gets things rolling in Repo! The Genetic Opera, and mostly acts as the narrator in the final cut of the film, GraveRobber is exactly what his name says. One of the poor souls who fell into Geneco’s debt trip and now works as a drug dealer and grave robber (in order to actual get the drug from corpses’ brains) to get by in the world built on organ failures and capitalism! GraveRobber doesn’t have a lot to do in the final film, but his songs and guidance of the main character are an excellent touch. He also adds what I think is a main undercurrent of the film- none of the characters are truly ‘innocent’ or ‘pure’ like most media portrays; they all have some undesirable parts and ways to get by.

His actor is also one of the writers and performers of the indie stage shows that inspired the film (who did in fact write the film) and whom I’ve met in person, and he was very nice when we interacted.

5. Sweeney Todd

Well, since he IS the title character of my all time favorite movie, I better mention him here. Also fun fact he’s the inspiration behind the one black streak I have in my hair which sort of became my own brand over the years SOOOO- Tragic and vengeful, Sweeney Todd is just... A complex character who’s been kicked around by the corrupt system and world enough that he gives into the darkness and wickedness of it all to become his own monster at the end. (He killed the woman he loved and who he thought he was avenging the whole time!)

Honorable Mention Since I’m Not Sure Where This One Fits Anymore:

Cell

(I can hear @paper-doodle​ from here and @sleepy-shark​ calling me out for the Weeb I am. XD)

So... Cell is a favorite all time character of mine without a doubt, but given my thoughts and headcanons I had developed for him when I used to RP him on here and still use to this day.... I kinda don’t entirely classify him as a ‘male’ character anymore? I mean I kinda do but- IT’S COMPLICATED. It is pretty well established that in the manga Cell is referred to with ‘he/him’ and ‘it’ pronouns (even more so in the English dub of the anime I first grew up with because MANLY ANIME IS MANLY and woman can NEVER be that buff right that’d just be ugly (I’m being sarcastic if you can’t tell)) but it’s mostly other characters using those pronouns when talking about Cell. And because Cell technically is classified as ‘female’ by human definitions when it comes to reproduction (if an multicellular or macro organism is capable of asexual reproduction- like Cell is (see Cell Juniors)- then they’re usually classified as female), and at least in the manga Cell doesn’t seem to give a flying fuck about anything that isn’t fighting related, I kinda got to wondering about whether Cell does view themselves as male or female or both or neither. Eventually I developed the headcanon that Cell honestly doesn’t care one way or the other; people can call Cell whatever pronouns they want and Cell will just roll with it (so basically Agender with no pronoun preference), though Cell will pull out the ‘you know, by human definitions, you know I’m a female, right?’ line whenever a sexist is mouthing off near them because the dawning fear and back tracking fuels Cell. Cell has mostly gone with the male pronouns though since those are the ones used the most when applied to him, but like I said, Cell can change gears pretty quick based on the other person.

Sooooo, yeah. Canonly and a majority of fandomly speaking, I guess Cell is still classified as a male character, but since I developed a different view on him.... Eh? I guess I’m in the Cell is Nonbinary Camp so maybe Cell shouldn’t really be on this list. But again, Canon and a majority of Fandom and his own flexibility in my headcanons makes it complicated so Cell gets a special mention.

[wingsporkhalo]

A Spork of Demonic Love, a Hunter x Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 22

Gee, I wonder if anyone remembers this old thing. I will forever, because it has scarred me. If you’re new here, Demonic Love is literally the worst piece of writing I have ever read in my life. Not the worst Hunter x Hunter fanfiction. Not even the worst fanfiction. The worst piece of writing. You can catch up by reading the posts chronologically here: https://wingsonghalo.tumblr.com/tagged/demonic-love/chrono or by going post by post here: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22

I’m going to be trying to re-upload all the audio tracks to Google Drive, since Tindeck is no longer up, but until then, I hope just the text comments will suffice!! That said, this chapter probably won’t ever have its  audio track, because way back when, when I recorded it, my co-commenter and I had difficulties and we only got either one of us or the other on the recording. At first I tried to splice the tracks together, but GOD it was a major pain. Maybe I’ll try to finish it sometime, but it’s not likely.

Last time, Killua temporarily became a vampire and passed the Hunter Exam, Dracula showed up in the story for some ungodly reason, and Grace finally died (but then got better, regrettably)! In today’s chapter, Grace “saves” a terrible character nobody likes and magically makes them a Good Person, insults Kurapika some more, and sees some questionable photographs!

Without further ado! CHAPTER 22: Fiona X Grace X Kurapika [an unholy triad.]

Hello! Back from a short hiatus break… well not a break, but the school days coming and going by as I at least have a break now. But thankfully, I have time, so time for me to shut up and recap the story. [No, it's time for you to shut up. Period.]Last time on Demonic Love; Killua faced his older brother, Illumi, on a one on one match in the final phase. Grace soon realized that the ex-assassin gained a power from Grace's, aka, Elizabeth's, big brother, Dracula to fight each other. Killua won with flying color. [Only a single color.] After that, Dracula soon remembered something when the two were little children. What will happen next?

Grace's POV

Everyone decided to take another break right now. I don't blame them, but everyone has been mind-boggled by a hell ton of info that not even a demon can handle. [I can't handle it either.] I don't know where the guys are at. I am walking in the halls of this hotel. It is said to be a private one since it belongs to the Hunter's Association. Not many people are around here unless they're Hunters or participants taking the exam, so I can just walk down here with peacefully and quietly. [Who are Peacefully and Quietly?] Hm…? Footsteps…? [It's Peacefully and Quietly walking beside you, you twit. Gosh.] I sense a Nen from one of the Examiners. Who is it? Menchi, Satotz, or Lippo? And there's someone with them as well. Who could it be? I turned on my En [Uh, pretty sure it doesn't function like a light switch.] and to feel around me… it could be another Hunter or something, but the Chairman said that no one else is here for the time being, so who is it? The examiners…? "She has to be around here somewhere." A voice said. By the tone… it's Lippo… but who is he with…? A groan… wait…. I know that high voice. I looked at the corner and saw… it couldn't be. "Oh c'mon! You told me she's-" "FIONA?!" I just… what?! How?! WHY?! [Every time I ask this, I receive no reply. There are no answers. There is only The Void.] She smiled in front of me and ran towards me at full speed. The next thing I knew I was in her embrace… While in Lala Land of my mind, [is that how you describe that emptiness?] many factors are working, but malfunctioning because… WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?! [don't ask me.] Did Lippo just released her as if nothing?! [A legitimate question.] Did she bailed out for some reason? Can someone tell me what the hell's happening! Ok… I have to admit. It's nice to see her too. I shouldn't let these thoughts run in my head a million miles a minute. I closed my eyes and hugged her. [I'm so angry. THIS ISN'T HOW REFORMING A BAD GUY WORKS. YOU DON'T JUST INSTANTLY BECOME A DIFFERENT PERSON. IT'S A PROCESS.] "Hey!" She soon let go of me and gave me a cheerful smile. But there is a question I would like her to answer though. "I know we just saw each other about two weeks, [I must have missed the two weeks where they hung out] but it seems a ton of things are happening here." Ok… now to load her with the all of the questions… but one at a time… just don't let panic mode kick in. [I keep telling myself that, too.] "Fiona? How did you get out of prison?" She gave a… an evil giggle… don't tell me she hypnotized Lippo. Her evil giggle turned into a gentle smile. "Simple," she said. "I simply gave Lippo treats." [Because he's a dog, I guess.] Three, two, one… anime fall. [UUUUUUUUGH.] Was it really that easy for her to get out there? Geez, some defense on that part. Lippo, you are slowly, but surely, losing all respect from me. What type of prison warden do that? Just let them go after a snack? [No prison warden would! Nothing here makes any sense!! RAAAAGE.] "Alright then…" I sighed. Time for my next question. "How did you knew of the situation at hand? And why are you doing here since you're free?" She looked down. Huh? Her smile is… saddened. Why? "I told her what's happening. Even the fact that you're the vampire princess." Lippo answered. [I forgot he was even here.] Does that mean she's…? "And she wanted to come to your support." [HOW MUCH MORE SUPPORT DOES SHE NEED, HONESTLY???]

That's… Fiona… I knew you were a good person at heart. You just needed to try, right? [Yeah, but apparently Grace never needs to try.] "It's because even though I committed all of those crimes, you still had the will to forgive me. No one would've forgiven me." Tear. [Thanks for that moving description.] Fiona, there's no need to cry. "And when I heard you were a vampire, I wanted to tell you that I will still be there for you!" ["Because I'm terrified of you! Please don't bite me!"] I nodded. "So will I Fiona! So will I!" [She'll be there for herself.] I heard Lippo giggle. I guess Fiona did too [What, giggled?] because we turned to give him a confused look. "I'm going to have a meeting with the others. You can take your time having fun." We looked at each other and then shrugged it off. It was weird to even bother. [WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. I THINK THAT DESCRIBES THIS ENTIRE STORY: IT'S WEIRD TO EVEN BOTHER. YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER WHEN YOU'RE WRITING IT, AND I SHOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER WITH READING IT.] "So I wanted to ask you about the status with the others." She paused with an awkward face. But then asked, "I mean, any progress in any way?" [What is she even asking here?? Is she asking whether they're still hypnotized or whatever?] What should I tell her? I mean, a lot has happened, and most of them has been overwhelming. Ok. I started after the 50 hour of our waiting. To put it simply, she was shocked. I told her what happened when Kurapika flipped out on me. [I notice you're not mentioning all the times you flipped out on him.] That even shocked me when I saw him go crazy out of nowhere. Then I told her how Gon and Killua wasn't affected by her spell. I saw her eyes widen in astonishment, and she made the same assumption that it's probably because they knew my real name and the others knew of 'Sennosuke', not Grace. [So really, shouldn't it have been the other way around?? Shouldn't Gon and Killua been affected, since they knew her true nature, rather than Leorio and Kurapika, who only knew her pseudonym?? I'm so confused why am I even trying to apply logic here] I rather stick with that name because even though I acknowledge Dracula of being my brother, I want to be the present me. She soon told me about the Nen she uses. She sensed my aura. [WELL DUH SHE SENSES IT. ANYONE WHO USES NEN CAN SENSE OTHERS' AURA.] She wanted me to find clues if I could break it with my Nen, but everyone knows that… well… Nen users know that you need exorcists to rid of Nen, or the person has to have a strong heart. [??? WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING.] But I betted her in about what happened on the Fourth Phase. She was shocked alright. The way I describe the way Kurapika confessed to me… She got excited… [Ew. Please don't mention that.] I mean… teenage school excited [??? "teenage school excited"] when they heard about the girl's first crush. [WHAT GIRL?] To be all honest, I thought she would act a bit more rationally, not this childish… but I'm childish sometimes, so I should shut up. [Yes, you should. Always.] She loaded me with question, after question, after about my feelings. ["After about"?] I did… told her everything. ["I did told her everything" oh my god how can yOU USE VERBS THIS BADLY THE MIND BOGGLES] My feelings towards him. His good qualities. [Yeah by the way you haven't really fleshed out any of those. Kurapika has so many good qualities, but all you write about is how obsessed he is with revenge, how he's smart (but not as smart as you) and how in love he is with Leori--I mean Grace.] His knowledge, his passion, his pride (though he can tone it down a bit), [SEE???]  and most of all, the way he's concern for others… but I did mention he did have some bad ones as well… how he closes off everyone around him, his cold heart, [Fuck you Kurapika's heart is warm the "cold" thing is a defensive front] the way he wanted revenge, not telling everyone what's wrong… We were now in the food court. [Food court? Where?] I got a chocolate roll with a whipped cream filling and tea. Black British, always my favorite. [BLACK BRITISH TEA? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? DO YOU PERHAPS MEAN ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA?? GOD YOU TRY TO MAKE REFERENCE TO SO MANY THINGS YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT'S SO FUCKING IRRITATING] Fiona has a mille feuille with a Blue Moon. [OKAY YOU DO KNOW THAT BLUE MOON IS A BEER, RIGHT? ISN'T FIONA THE SAME AGE AS YOU?? FURTHERMORE ISN'T THIS LIKE...LUNCHTIME? IF YOU'RE GOING TO DRINK UNDERAGE, AT LEAST DON'T DO IT IN PUBLIC IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, HOLY SHIT.] And… though there's a delicious dessert in front of me… I'm getting really mad about the way he thinks. "Any other bad qualities?" GGGGRRRR! "The way he thinks he's all high and mighty! A stubborn fool if you ask me! He lets his emotions get the best of him. [Why are you spending so much more time talking about negative qualities?? Like, don't get me wrong, it's part of a healthy relationship to recognize your partner's faults (as opposed to denying their existence or ignoring them), but like??? You make it sound like you don't like him all that much!!] Yeah, emotions can guide you, but he is such a hot headed idiot! You can tell how his eyes is normal one minute, then scarlet the next! THAT HOTHEADED IDIOT!" [YOU ALREADY USED THAT INSULT. PLEASE EXPAND YOUR VOCABULARY, YOU SACK OF WEEK-OLD DIAPERS.] … Wait a minute… we're in a café… [NICE OF YOU TO NOTICE THAT NOW.] though no one is here, I still need some common curtesy. [WHAT THE HELL IS THAT.] Unlike that- "Who's the hotheaded idiot?" Um… I looked behind me and I didn't want to see a certain blonde here. [IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME, I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE EITHER.] In the Meeting Hall ["Meeting Hall"?] "You know Lippo." Said the Chairman of the Hunter Association. [Who knows Lippo?] The Mohawk headed examiner looked at Netero. "Fiona isn't just known for being a heartbreaker, but also, at the age of 12, she was a porn star [WHAT??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT CHILD PORN IN YOUR RATED-T FANFICTION?? OH MY GOD!!! I AM!!! SO FUCKING!!!! UPSET!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITHGT YOUWFUCK YOU'RE GOSINGT TO GETT AON A GOVEERNMETN WATCH LISTAND I WILL BBE HAPPYW WHEN THEY DRAGAG YOU AAWY] and is knowledgeably in taking pictures of… quote on quote sexy moments, right?" [IT'S "QUOTE UNQUOTE" YOU LAUNDRY BASKET OF GARBAGE] Lippo then gave a little giggle at that thought. How one would react is one to be behold. [WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???] I laughed, "I know… but she already started her plan." "Hm?" Menchi hummed, dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" [THAT'S WHAT I SAID.] The four eyes [WHY ARE THERE RANDOM DISEMBODIED EYES??] gave a hearty laugh after that. Everyone is beyond confused at that point and calmed down. He soon explained, "She called it… Operation: Get the Lover Back." [THIS IS STUPID.] Back in the café "KURAPIKA!?" the vampire jumped out of her seat and now [was no longer capable of] standing [because both her cardboard legs crumpled instantly with no explanation]. By the look on his face, he is a very irritated man right now, seeing the tick mark on his head. [YOU MEAN TIC. A TICK IS A PARASITE.] He glared at her and gave you-better-explain look. [IT'S POINTLESS. THERE ARE NO EXPLANATIONS.] She soon [You know, this has been bothering me for like EVER, but WHY in the world does this author say "he/she/they/whatever soon this-or-that"?? I swear if I took a drink every time I saw that sentence structure I'd end up in the hospital after 3 chapters!!!] glared at him this time, and this time, [YOU JUST SAID THAT.] the red eyes vampire is angry. "That's right, you're such a hothead! Letting your emotions doing all the talking, being a cold-hearted, [You realize those are kind of opposites, right? Being hotheaded and coldhearted?] and not being able to let anyone's emotions get to you!" "And what's wrong with that?!" He yelled, his eyes turning scarlet. [Ooh is he finally going to kill her? :D] Fiona looked at the situation awkwardly, thinking that maybe what she was thinking isn't something to behold of. [HOW are you so bad at putting words into sentences?? And yet your chapters are SO LONG. HOW DO YOU DO IT.] "I never met an insolate vampire in my life!" [SEVERAL THINGS WRONG WITH THIS SENTENCE, SEVERAL JOKES I COULD MAKE. LET'S LIST THEM. 1) I never did either. 2) I'd hope not, because that's not a thing that exists. 3) Did you mean "I've never met a more (whatever word you were going for) in my life"?? 4) SERIOUSLY "INSOLATE" WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN. DO YOU MEAN INSOLENT, PERHAPS? IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A WORD EVEN SOUNDS LIKE, YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, SO DON'T USE IT. LOOK IT UP IF YOU HAVE TO. BUT DO IT BEFORE YOU PUT IT INTO A STORY THAT YOU PUBLISH ONLINE. RAGE!!!!!] "Well excuse me… this vampire was the first one you fell for and met at the same time you idiot!" She screamed in his face. "SCARLET FREAK!" [WOW FUCK YOU FOREVER DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT AYOUS AHVEA WATH GIVEWS YOSUT THE RIGHTWTR] "BLOOD HEAD!" [FUCK YOU KURAPIKA'S INSULTS WOULD BE MORE CLEVER AND CLASSY THAN THAT] "GIRLY BOY!" [I HATE YOU.] "AIRHEADED TOMBOY!" [HE'S NOT WRONG ABOUT ONE OF THOSE THINGS.] "PRETTY KURUTA!" [HOW IS THAT AN INSULT??] "STOP IT YOU TWO!" The two looked at the once prisoner with confused looks. She let out a sigh of relief since the two stopped fighting. Yeah, she's new to all the friendly thing [AND YET SHE'S BETTER AT IT THAN GRACE. WHAT THE FUCK.] and that can lead to being very childish, but what should she say. They were being more childish than anything. Now… for her plan. [IS IT A PLAN TO MURDER GRACE?] "That's right. Kurapika. I want you talk to you for a moment." He stared at her suspicious, but then Grace put her hand on the Kuruta's shoulder. [Dude if he was that freaking pissed I don't think he'd let anyone touch him for a while] He turned to let her see his silver eyes. With gentle red, [what the fuck does that mean. Is that her faithful dog, who has not been mentioned once this entire time? Poor Gentle Red.] she nodded. He sighed, knowing that he can trust her. [REALLY??] The vampire left the room and let the two alone, with Fiona plastered on an evil smirk on her visage. He doesn't even like the idea. She's the reason why they… well… Kurapika and Leorio to hate Grace. [THEY DIDN'T NEED ANYONE TO MAKE THEM HATE HER. THERE WERE PLENTY OF REASONS ALREADY.] He wasn't happy with hating his lover, [I AM.] so this has to be good excuse. The blonde female sighed. She looked at the last survivor. [That sounds so dramatic and vague] Her eyes were gentle and doesn't have the faintest of taint into it. [This whole story is tainted.] "Listen… I want to talk to you about something. What are your feelings for Grace?" ["She keeps getting in the way of Leorio's and my happiness and I was fed up with it like 10 chapters ago, if not before then. Isn't there any way out of this contract??"] Kurapika looked down. He easily explained, "A girl that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut, a very stubborn girl, but…" He paused for a minute. It's like he doesn't want to admit it to her, yet again. The vampire princess trusts her… so it seems he doesn't have a choice, does he? [UH, YEAH, HE DOES. HE COULD JUST WALK AWAY.] "But… she's a very kind hearted person. [SHE REALLY ISN'T, THOUGH!!] She devoted her life to protect her friends [NO SHE DIDN'T. SHE'S HARDLY HAD TO LIFT A FINGER.] and accepts the good and the bad in everything. [THEN WHY IS SHE ALWAYS SCREAMING AT PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR FAULTS??] She's so warm to be with and…" He couldn't stop… something isn't stopping him. Probably Fiona's spell again, but it didn't matter. [UH, YES IT DOES????] He just allowed Fiona to make his heart sing out what his thoughts are. "She cries the sadness people locked up for ages. [WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN. "CRY THE SADNESS"? "PEOPLE LOCKED UP THE SADNESS"? PLEASE LEARN HOW POETIC LANGUAGE WORKS.] It's like… once she knows that person, she somehow is able to shed the tears the person is longing to shed. [OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, KILL ME. I CAN'T TAKE THIS.] And… even though Grace is willing to accept all pain and suffering… I want to protect her from all of it." [IF ONLY I COULD PROTECT THE CANON CHARACTERS FROM THIS STORY. LIKE. REALLY.] "Yes… she is childish. [SHE'S 14, OF COURSE SHE IS.] Grace is in fact stubborn, but the way she looks at you, it feels as if any worries from within just lifted off of your shoulders. [NOPE. SHE'S BEEN NOTHING BUT ANOTHER THING TO WORRY ABOUT/DISTRACT HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME. THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING GOOD ABOUT HER, AND SHE HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING--ANYTHING--THAT HAD A POSITIVE, LASTING IMPACT ON KURAPIKA.] The way she you look through her eyes [SHE YOU?] makes things incredible. [WOW, JUST...COULD YOU NOT COME UP WITH A WORD OR SOMETHING?] No matter how good or bad it is." [EVEN MY HILARIOUS COMMENTS COULD NOT MAKE A THING AS BAD AS THIS INCREDIBLE.] Fiona soon [SWEET JESUS WHERE IS MY BOOZE] clapped her hands as if a hypnotist snapped their patient out of trance. "That's good. So far, my plan is working!" [IT DIDN'T END WITH GRACE BEING DEAD, SO I DON'T CARE.] Kurapika look at her with a strange one, [??? WHO IS THE STRANGE ONE? WHERE DID THEY COME FROM AND WHY ARE THEY HERE??] but then she has this picture where the white side of it is facing him. ["WHERE"??] Her smirk never ceased. So she handed it to him. … Silence… [THAT'S THE BEST PART OF THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER.] More silence… [I'M SO RELIEVED I COULD CRY.] Three… [OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU COUNTING DOWN TO] Two… [FUCK I'M NOT READY SHIT] One… [HOLD ME I'M SCARED] Soon as he comprehend what's one it, [WHAT'S ONE?] his nose shot blood out of it; [WHAT THE FUCK] spraying the floor with red fluid. His face completely red and flabbergasted. "W-w-w-w-w-w-when d-d-did you take… this p-photo." He stuttered. [GOOD LORD IS SHE SHOWING HIM PICTURES FROM HER WILDER DAYS? LORD IN HEAVEN SAVE ME.] "Secret…" She answered with a Cheshire Cat smile. "I can't believe her boobs are bigger than they seem when I looked at it. [WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SHE DOING THIS AND WHY WOULD SHE HAVE A SEXY PICTURE OF--I'M ASSUMING--GRACE?? ALSO, GRACE IS 14. I JUST, I CAN'T EVEN, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON. IF ANY MORE OF THIS NONSENSE OCCURS, I DON'T THINK I CAN CONTINUE SPORKING THIS. I'M THAT OFFENDED. THAT IS A LINE YOU DO NOT CROSS.] A gift to you… Oh, it's also one of a kind, so don't lose it." With that, she left the café while Kurapika stayed there, still in shocked and carefully looked at the photo. 'I better keep this so no pervert would look at it. Yeah, that's the reason.' [BUT WHY DID SHE GIVE IT TO HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE???] What the hell is going on the Kuruta's mind people?! [YOU TELL ME; YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S CONTROLLING IT.] What the heck did Fiona took a picture of that made the stoic, complex, and prideful Kurapika nose bled. [GEE I WONDER.] Find out next time. BYE!

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Ooh, so close!!

And eyyyy, there it is!! Next time, everyone goes to Hell! I wish that was a joke!!!!! Thanks for reading! <333

[onekisstotakewithme]

A (for all of them, do you have a system, bc I pretty much only use song lyrics/references xD), F, S, X?

oh my god!! big sis!! ♥ but also omg do you know how many fics I have?????

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?well. i do not have a system- though I do the lyrics thing too for sure (several of my early Hawk/BJ stories had song lyrics as titles“in the still of the night” was originally called “ain’t even done with the night” which is a lyric from a John Cougar Mellencamp song and“happy new year” -> originally called “I want your midnights”)

I am also big on punny titles like “prank you very much” and “indecent proposals” or things that are relative to the story

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.Okay, so this is from a tag to the MASH episode “the moon is not blue” and it’s not done but i just/?? really love the dialogue for this sucker, and I wish I could finish it because I was just hitting all the beats here:

“Hey Hawk, you’re back early. Must’ve been a fast inning. How many runs?”

“Struck out at home.”

BJ turns in his seat, regretting it as he feels sweat trickling down his back. “What?”

Hawk mimics swinging a bat as he collapses into his cot. “Told ya, Beej. Struck out.”

“Well geez, Hawk, in this heat it’s no wonder! It’s too hot for your horizontal calisthenics, /especially/ before breakfast.”

“Thanks to certain uncooperative parties, we didn’t even make it horizontal. At least Bigelow was nice enough not to laugh my sorry ass right out of the supply shed.”

“Wait, Hawk, are you saying-”

Hawk stands up again, suddenly angry. “Twice in one war! I swear I’m getting a complex here.”

BJ has to hide a smile. “Hawk, I swear you must’ve been born under a ladder.”

“You know what, Beej, the next time they come around asking for donations, tell them I gave at the office. Twice! In one war! Why doesn’t it ever happen to you?”

“Because I don’t go carousing the way you do.” BJ can’t help but laugh.

“Aha,” Hawk nods, a malicious smile spreading across his face. “I see how it is, Beej. You have your virtues to keep you virile.”

“Or it’s a classic case of you’ve been working the damn thing too hard.” BJ sighs. “Hawk, it’s not a big deal.”

“Oh it’s easy for you to say, when you’ve never had your cock refuse to doodle doo!”

BJ starts laughing, until his shoulders start shaking. He can’t help but collapse backwards onto his cot, still laughing, and every time he tries to stop, he sees how exasperated Hawk looks and it sets him off all over again.

“And you’re no fucking help!”

“Hawk,” BJ says breathlessly. “Quit getting your dander up, I’m only teasing.”

“Unfortunately for both of us, my dander is the only thing that /will/ get up.”

This stops BJ in his tracks. “Huh?”

“What do you mean, huh?” Hawk asks, puzzled by BJ’s confusion.

“You said, and I quote, ‘unfortunately for both of us’.”

“Well, I-” Hawk goes pink around the edges. “I just meant you gotta put up with me and all my dysfunction, that’s all.”

“I’m already doing that,” BJ points out, and Hawk throws a pillow at him.

“Fuck off, Hunnicutt.”

BJ snorts. “I’d offer you a belt to forget your troubles, but the unit is drier than one of your martinis.”

“Don’t I know it. War’s ruining all my best parts, Beej. First my liver, now my cock, what’s next?”

“Your mind?” BJ jokes.

“You know, before I got here…” Hawk stops his pacing and points at BJ. “I never… couldn’t.”

“Okay you got two Big Couldn’ts. That’s change for a ten right there.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Hawk asks.

“Only a little.” BJ offers a disarming grin.

(sorry it’s so long).

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m always a slut for found family

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Trapper. um?? all of them. i like angst i guess??

thank you lovely ♥♥

[zecretsanta]

Fic: Something I need

 To: @eatingfireflies

From: @hardcoreprince

Merry Christmas, D!!! I was super excited to get you as my giftee! I hope you like what I’ve put together!

Notes: In my mind I kind of continued off what I established in The Knowledge Argument, but you definitely don’t need to read that to read this. It’s really just a bit of pure fluff. Enjoy and Merry Christmas, D!!

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“Do you really need another boyfriend? You’re so greedy!”

Carlos blinks as he tears his eyes away from his phone and stares at his sister, who is grinning maddeningly at him. They’re sprawled out on the couch at his apartment as a cheesy Christmas movie plays in the background. They’re only about twenty minutes in. The city slicker main character is still adjusting to life in a small town.

“What—”

“Don’t play dumb.” Maria sits up and examines him critically. “No morphogenetic field required, I can tell you like Aoi. You’re texting him now, aren’t you?”

Carlos goes a little red as he stares down at the phone in his hands. “Maybe I am,” he mumbles. “But it’s not like that! He wanted to know what we needed at the store.”

Maria shakes her head. “I wrote him a list. It is like that. Geeze, maybe I should become a firefighter. I can’t even get one boy to date me.” She sighs and shakes her head ruefully.

“We’re not dating!” Carlos laughs a little. “Maria, anyone would be lucky to date you.”

She scoffs. “Don’t give me that line. Anyway, we were talking about you. Why not? What’s the harm in one more? Junpei’s dating him too, isn’t he?”

The phone vibrates in Carlos’ hands, only further incriminating him. Another message from Aoi. It had started out with Aoi asking Carlos to remind him what he wanted from the market… but it had quickly devolved into a conversation about what brand of crappy instant coffee is better, which turned into what Carlos thinks could be flirting…

“He is,” Carlos says carefully. “But I don’t want to assume that just because Junpei is dating him means that I should, or that he even likes me. That’s too complicated, right? This thing with Akane and Junpei… that’s enough without me getting involved with someone else.”

“He’s not a stranger or anything, he’s Akane’s brother. And I think he does like you.” Maria lifts her eyebrows a little and leans closer, as if she has a secret. “Anyway, I know you like him because you forgot to check the roast.”

A jolt of panic goes through Carlos as he leaps from the couch. “Oh sh— shoot, the roast!”

Maria’s giggles follow him into the kitchen as he scrambles to the oven. “I’m not twelve anymore!”

But all his haste was for nothing. When Carlos cracks open the oven, the roast looks fine, despite the fact that he was supposed to check on it ten minutes ago. As he pierces the skin with the thermometer, he tries to put what Maria said out of his mind. But it’s hard when Aoi is coming back in about ten minutes…

Junpei, Akane, and Aoi have been visiting for the past few days and his apartment has never been more crowded. Junpei keeps telling him to get a bigger place but Carlos insists the housing market is terrible and he doesn’t have enough time for that. So, they’ve made do. Carlos, Akane, and Junpei sleep in Carlos’ room and Aoi gets the couch. Aoi initially complained, saying he didn’t come all the way to America to couch surf, and almost got a hotel. But Akane sweetly reminded him that hotels did not offer five-star breakfasts and cute firemen to cook them. Carlos had blushed at that and Aoi had rolled his eyes but agreed to stay.

How Aoi ended up in America in the first place was all Junpei’s doing. The official line is that Junpei insisted it would be pathetic if Aoi spent Christmas alone, so he dragged him all the way out to California. Maria suspects Aoi tagging along has less to do with that and more to do with Carlos. But Carlos doesn’t think it’s too much of a stretch to bring your boyfriend when you’re visiting your other boyfriend with your girlfriend…

What has his life become?

The door squeaks open in the other room just loud enough for Carlos to hear it and he smiles. He washes his hands and leaves the kitchen to find Aoi, Junpei, and Akane coming in the front door with probably more groceries than strictly necessary. Aoi had only proposed the trip to get some (good) wine to go with dinner, and Maria made up a list of a few things they could use, but it looks like they’ve come back with much more than that.

“Blame Junpei,” Akane says when she sees Carlos’ questioning gaze. “He was the one who insisted on getting three flavors of instant ramen like he’s still at University.”

“I’ve never seen those flavors,” Junpei scowls, brushing past Carlos to drop his bag in the kitchen. “Besides, Akane bought a lot of coffee creamer.”

“I’ve never seen those flavors,” Akane parrots innocently.

Carlos shakes his head, but he’s smiling. He looks to Aoi, who’s struggling with an overpacked bag, and takes it from him effortlessly. “What did you buy too much of?”

Aoi grins and there’s something about that expression that’s so inviting and teasing that it makes Carlos a little bit flustered. “Alcohol. Too many flavors and all that shit. Americans really like that flavored crap, don’t they?”

“I guess…” Carlos says with a little shrug. He peers into the bag and sees a variety of holiday flavored wines and vodkas. Are you planning on drinking all this?“

“Oh?” Aoi steps closer to Carlos and even though he’s shorter, Carlos can’t help but feel like he’s being loomed over. “Can’t hold your liquor?”

Carlos can only stare as Aoi brushes past him to bother Junpei in the kitchen. Now without Aoi in front of him, Carlos can see Maria and Akane watching him.

“Told you,” Maria says, giggling.

Akane grins. “You were right. My brother and your brother… we’ll be, double sisters in law?”

That really makes Maria laugh. Carlos goes red as the both of them giggle at his expense. “It’s not like that,” he insists.

Akane steps forward and cups Carlos’ face. He leans into her touch. “Sorry, just teasing. I know how you are, don’t worry, okay? It’s Christmas Eve.”

But Carlos is very good at worrying.

During dinner, Aoi serves Carlos a generous helping of a very sweet wine that tastes off puttingly of peppermint. There are three bottles of various flavors open at the table and it seems random who has gotten what.

“Pumpkin spice wine?” Junpei sputters, looking scandalized. “Aoi… you’ve really gone too far this time.”

“Don’t blame me,” Aoi says with a little shrug. “I’m just the messenger. You should really be blaming this fucking sinful country for concocting such an abomination.”

“Mine’s not bad,” Maria offers. holding it out to Junpei for a taste. She’s sitting next to Carlos. Across from them are Akane and Junpei, and right next to Carlos at the corner of the table is Aoi.

Junpei sips the dark liquid suspiciously and pulls a face. “Is that supposed to be chocolate?”

“You’re so uncultured,” Aoi says with a long-suffering sigh as he clinks glasses with Akane.

In turn, Akane drinks her white wine and blinks. “Cheesecake. Here, Jumpy, maybe this is more to your taste.”

After Junpei decides he definitely does not like that one either, he looks to Carlos, who shrugs. “No, you won’t like mine. Peppermint. A lot of it.”

Junpei turns to Aoi with disgust. “Why did you even buy that? Anyone who drinks that better not kiss me.”

Before Carlos knows what’s happening, Aoi is reaching for his glass. He downs the rest of the wine in one go, not breaking eye contact with Junpei. “Whoops. Guess I don’t get to kiss you now. Big fucking loss. I’ll just have to kiss Carlos.” Aoi leans over and slips an arm around Carlos.

Carlos goes a little red and even redder as Maria catches his eye and raises an eyebrow at him. He coughs and averts his gaze as Junpei fumes.

“You’re a dick,” Junpei grumbles. “I didn’t want to kiss either of you anyway.”

“Liar.” Aoi idly refills the wine glass and passes it to Akane as Junpei’s eyes go wide.

“No, don’t do it, Kanny, please. I swear I’ll shift right now to some other timeline where you don’t ruin the taste of your lips.”

Akane grins at Aoi and takes the glass. Junpei gapes at her as she brings the glass to her lips ever so slowly. Even Carlos holds his breath with anticipation. But she doesn’t take a sip. Instead she giggles and puts it down. “Jumpy, you’re so dramatic.”

Carlos starts tuning out the rest of their banter because Aoi’s arm is still draped tantalizingly around him. He serves himself some more of the offending wine and drinks it too quickly. The roast is good, no harm done for ignoring it for a little while, and the meal passes by comfortably with Aoi’s arm around him. Every time Carlos thinks he’s going to pull away… he doesn’t. If anything, he draws closer.

Towrds the end of the meal, everyone is a little tipsy and Aoi leans close to Carlos’ ear to whisper, “Meet me outside in two minutes.” He gets up from the table and stretches out like a cat while Carlos stares bewilderedly after him “Be right back,” he tells the table. “Gotta take a piss.”

“Go wash your mouth out,” Junpei gripes. “Plenty of mouthwash.”

Aoi flips him off as he leaves, and Carlos is left with a growing pit of dread in his stomach. He watches the next two minutes crawl by as he stares at the clock on the wall. When it’s finally time for him to get up, he lurches unsteadily to his feet and Maria looks up at him with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Carlos waves her off. “Just need to get some air.”

“Okay…” Maria is looking at him with too much scrutiny, so he hurries out of the kitchen before she can pick up anything weird from him. They’re so much more in tune these days that he’s had to ask her to stop prying into his mind. She complies… most of the time.

When Carlos gets outside the front door of his apartment, Aoi is waiting there, bathed in his porchlight and smoking a cigarette carelessly as he leans against the railing. “You actually waited two minutes.” He shakes his head and grins. “What a fuckin’ dumbass.”

Carlos falters. It’s cold outside and he’s just wearing a stupid holiday sweater Maria picked out for him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and averts his eyes. “I’m good at following instructions,” he offers.

At that, Aoi snorts and takes a drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. “I just didn’t want the others to get suspicious. You blush too easily.” He takes a step towards Carlos, who instantly gets tense. “Relax. Jesus.” Aoi reaches forward and brushes a piece of hair from Carlos’ face.

“Oh,” Carlos says softly. A puff of his breath materializes between them. He tries to look anywhere else but Aoi is so close. “This won’t… this doesn’t complicate everything, does it?”

“Goddamn, you talk too much,” Aoi says, slipping one of his hands behind Carlos’ neck. His hands are cold, and it makes Carlos shiver. “I’ve already stolen one of my sister’s boyfriends. Another one isn’t going to hurt, right?”

“I-I guess?”

“You like me, right?” Aoi’s words are more of a demand than anything. He already knows the answer, obviously. His brazenness makes Carlos laugh helplessly.

“Y-yes, but—”

“Then quit fuckin’ talking! Jesus, I’m trying to make out with you at a holiday party. I shouldn’t have to say anything except ‘you, me, outside.’”

Carlos doesn’t have time to say anything to that before Aoi is leaning up and pressing mouth firm against Carlos’. He tastes strongly of peppermint wine but it’s not off putting anymore. Carlos slides his eyes shut and winds his arms around Aoi’s waist. He lets himself relax and the cold melts away as Aoi digs his fingers in Carlos’ hair. He’s not as tall as Carlos, so he’s pulling him down, pressing his body up to meet him.

When they break apart, Carlos is breathless and pink and Aoi is grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat. “Alright, fix your face, they’re going to wonder where we’ve been. I’ll go first.”

And then Aoi is gone and Carlos is standing on his porch wondering what the hell just happened.

The next ten minutes pass by in a blur. Carlos returns to his kitchen. Maria raises her eyebrows over and over at him, Junpei is still complaining about the wine, and Akane is giving him a knowing look. Finally, Maria excuses herself, saying she’s meeting up with some friends, and she winks at Carlos not so subtly as she leaves. Now, left with a mountain of dishes, Junpei says they should clean up later and the four of them end up crammed together on Carlos’ couch.

Carlos ends up exactly where he does not want to be, stuck between Akane and Aoi. Akane curls into him at once and Aoi slings an arm around him.

“Of course, I’m on the end,” Junpei mutters as he makes himself comfortable on Aoi’s other side.

“Quit whining, you’re going to have to learn to share this solid asshole.” Aoi pats Carlos’ shoulder appreciatively. “You two have really been holding out on me.”

“I knew something happened when you both disappeared,” Akane says, looking up at Carlos brightly. He’s trying very hard not to look flustered. “You have my full support. Jumpy? Tell him you support him.”

“What? Hell no. I can’t let Carlos date this… this degenerate.”

Aoi swiftly elbows Junpei in the stomach and Junpei starts swearing at him and Carlos can only watch in mild horror as the two of them start wrestling on the couch, right there next to him. Akane puts a hand on his cheek and gently guides his gaze to her.

“Jumpy’s joking. It’s alright. We’re both happy for you. I know it seems like too much, but you don’t have to worry.” She smiles at him and her eyes are so soft and gentle as she leans forward to give him a chaste peck on the lips.

As Akane pulls away, Carlos is smiling. “Uh, thanks, Akane. Guess it’s too much to ask for a normal Christmas, huh?”

Akane grins back him and puts a hand on his chest as he slips an arm around her. “Don’t worry. This is as normal as it gets.”

After a moment, Aoi settles back against Carlos, apparently done wrestling with Junpei.

“You see what he’s like?” Junpei grumbles, resting his head on Aoi’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “But if you must… I guess I support you.”

“Didn’t need your approval, asshole,” Aoi breathes into Carlos’ neck.

Carlos laughs. He’s comfortable and full and still a little tipsy and maybe just slightly overwhelmed to suddenly find himself entangled with Akane’s brother but… he’s happy above all else. And as the four of them eventually fall asleep on the couch, watching a movie that none of them were paying attention to, Carlos can’t believe how lucky he is.