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lovee-infected · 4 years

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Hi may I please have headcannons for Ciel Phantomhive who got transported to Twisted wonderland.

It got a bit long for headcanons but why not ? Ciel in twisted wonderland has got a lot to tell lol

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He assumes it all to be a dream when he wakes up in NRC , as he slides the door of his coffin open just to fall to the ground

He tries and calls for Sebastian , considering this situation having something to do with him .When Sebastian doesn't show up , he leds out a moody growl trying to find someone or a way out of wherever he was

Mirror hall didn't seem a bad place for him to wake up at ; since most of the designs remained the same over hundreds of years it was kinda similar to victorian styles from Ciel's original time . He low-key starts admiring decorations and unfortunately , steps on something's tail

Grim naturally freaks out being woken up from his slumber like this and in a few seconds the whole salon is set on fire

Crowley arrives just in time to find Ciel almost choking Grim while shouting at him to do something ; poor Grim passes out when Crowley finally freed him from the savage Phantomhive's hands

Crowley isn't sure what to do first , punishing him for intense violence or clarifying which dorm would be responsible for him

He leaves judgement to the mirror and...it doesn't go quite as expected : " Your soul is...no . Not again...this one doesn't belong to any dorms either ," mirror says . Crowley got terrified thinking that it was similar to MC's situation , but he got even worse as the mirror says : " I see nothing through him because...I see no soul "

Crowley argues that there must be a mistake but Ciel himself knows that his soul no longer belongs to him , but to Sebastian

Ciel asks if the mirror knows anything about his contract , but neither the mirror nor headmaster had any idea on what he was talking about

Ciel decides to skip that part since he doesn't want to spill more tea himself , so he asks where he is

After Crowley's hour long presentation and telling Ciel that he's stuck in twisted wonderland until Crowley finds a way to send him back home , poor boy nervously smirks

He is now sure of it all being a dream so he tries anything that would help him to wake up : Pinching himself , slapping , screaming and finally , throwing himself out of window - He is lucky that Crowley catches him before his head crashes the ground

He almost saw dead with his two eyes , so it couldn't be a dream anymore

He first freaks out at how he can't come back , but then calms down realizing that he won't stay here for too long ;Sebastian would not let

Sebastian isn't one demon to give up on his soul just by him disappearing , he is way greedier and stubborner and would do anything it takes to have his rights as long as Ciel isn't dead . So being caught in a different world or dimension was no stop for Sebastian , specially thinking that demons themselve came from another dimension

Ciel decides to be hopeful that Sebastian would find him anyway , so he says that he'll wait just there until Sebastian comes for him , ignoring Crowley's ramblings wanting him to stop being stubborn

After a few hours Ciel gives up , accepting that he can't last on his own if he just waits for Sebastian to show up : What is taking that bastard so long...

The kind and good-hearted Crowley offers him a vip stay at their all Happy and comfortable hotel , aka Ramshackle dorm

Ciel argues that he just can't live like a pig , but Crowley states that he's either staying out or at Ramshackle's . He angrily growls , having to deal with it

The next morning he wakes up to see no one but Grim , which made both of them scream . MC catches the pan before Grim could throw it at Ciel , and Ciel brings out his gun- . MC then slaps him for rudeness and takes the gun

He ends up having to head classes with MC and Grim since he has nothing else to do , though he was too young to head any of the classes

Ciel isn't used to heading to public classes , but he's okay with them since he has his experience from Weston College , but something else irritates him :

This school was a bit too similar to Weston College. Not only atmosphere but also students . He basically shared the same class with a green haired version of Greenhill . Sebek is nothing different from him except being...more annoying . He couldn't stop talking about someone he called young master which makes him look a bit like Agni

Same goes for Ace and Deuce , they seemed kinda familiar but Ciel isn't sure where he's seen them before

He doesn't like Crowley because the way he acts , talks and hides his eyes remind him of Undertaker ; making him feel unsafe whenever he is around

This annoying pace continues for him ; a socially awkward emo with long blue hair who is good enough to be Gregory Violet's Identical twin , a teenage-version of Agni who shares the same wild spirit as Suma , and many others

He thought that it couldn't get any worse until he almost screams Snake at a guy who looks JUST- LIKE - HIM , sleeping under a tree . Silver wakes up to Ciel's fascinated gaze and gives him a confused look , that makes Ciel run away

School on the other hand is terrible : Magic's history is nothing like the history he is learned by Sebastian , but he could handle studying something all new . The problem is with the rest of classes : Animal language , alchemy and and anything that requires any talent in magic ; but PE is the worst . His body is already pretty weak and he falls at asthma attacks several times . To add to that his height is another thing he had to keep up with , he is at least 10 centimeters shorter than even the smallest ones there and of course , Night raven's unraveled students don't mind bullying a short moody kiddo-

Beside his enormous problems , there are other advantages as well ;

Ciel isn't much of a people person , but students there are rather interesting to him

Still most of them seem neutral to him , but there are also ones who catch his eyes :

He doesn't like : Grim (for obvious reasons) , Ace and Deuce (too loud and annoying ) , Cater ( Is always playing with some odd invention called phone *) , Leona and Ruggie ( they bully him ) , Jade ( Looks and talks like Sebastian ) , Floyd ( looks like an illegal combination of Sebastian and Grell...+ calls him baby seal ) , Rook ( stalks on him) , Sebek ( too annoying)

He low-key likes : Riddle ( he respects him organized nature + they look a bit similar) , Trey ( acts like a loyal servant ) , Azul ( is smart with contracts and seems to be a man of culture + runs a cafe with good teas and desserts) , Idia ( he weird , yet interesting ) , Silver ( reminds him of Snake) , Malleus ( is mysterious and looks like an almighty master )

The rest are just neutral to him

( * ) : Ciel obviously doesn't know what a phone is , along with many other things invented after his age ; he thinks they are all magical tools and not something created by the hand of man

Riddle invites him to tea parties and Ciel appreciates it , at least one thing that made him calm down in this crazy world

He once goes to Mister S's shop and Sam immediately senses a demonic aura around him , asking him tons of questions about the demon shielding him . Ciel dodges from answering each and every one of them but Sam isn't yet satisfied . He doesn't argue as he Ciel resists answering but Ciel is about to leave , he tells something that makes his blood run cold : " ...We'll soon meet this mister Sebastian in person , little demon ; My friend on the other side told me"

When learning that Azul is a master of contracts , Ciel goes to him to see if he knows anything about contracts made with demons ; which he either doesn't really know or doesn't want to share since Ciel has nothing to give as the price

Azul though still sends the twins after him since he's starting to get interested after his demon sorted questions ; which made him curious of what this child might actually know

Ciel once steps into Ignihyde and gets out in 0.01 seconds . His mind isn't yet prepared to deal with a technology which won't be yet discovered until hundreds of years later from his original time

Other than Ignihyde , the dorm which really makes him feel uncomfortable is Scarabia . The atmosphere is just like Suma's palace and getting reminded of that horrible massacre with Agni's death isn't really pleasant . He meets both Kalim and Jamil in school and Kalim even invites him to parties , but he immediately says no . He decides to stay away from there as much as possible

Savanaclaw is his danger zone , he steps in = He dies . He once calls Leona Pathetic nasty cat and that is enough for Leona to set a prize for his head

Malleus on the other hand seems to be appreciating this little guest . Ciel feels a bit unsafe around him as Malleus notices his supernatural secrets , including the seal under his blindfold without him mentioning it ; but Malleus confronts him that he doesn't want anything from him and he's just interested that's all

Rook hears from Octavinelle students that Azul is after the child , and that makes him enter the challenge uninvitedly ; the Ciel catching game . After all he lives to be the greatest of hunters and also , whatever the reason was , Pomefiore would have an advantage holding what Octavinelle needed

If it wasn't because of MC , Grim , Ace and Deuce sticking to him all day he would've got caught long ago , but no one could kidnap him this easily when others were around

With his terrible situation at classes , daily argues with Grim and anyone else , bully routines and almost half of the school after him he knows that he won't last there much longer

Ciel now can't help but to pray for Sebastian to find him sooner wherever he is now...

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Note : Now now , would you guys like a second part for this in which Sebastian this time , finds his way to twisted wonderland..? (:

Update: Part 2 here!

Tagging : @lethlia @xxunrxvelingxx @ji-yaaan

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deltas-writing-corner · 4 years

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Courtship: Invitation

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Malleus x GN!reader)

Warnings: mentions of blood | depictions of firearms/firearm handling | mentions of hunting

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Slight revisions and full version posted on: 5/4/2021

“Here,” Sam hands you a thick envelope. “Your pay, as usual.”

You trust Sam not to go behind your back and the mutual agreement set between you two, but you make sure to grab and stop him from walking away with all your produce just yet. You need to count the money he's handed over and ensure every last madol is where it should be. Thankfully, it is, but there are a few extra bills you know aren’t supposed to be in there.

You remove the extra money and hand it back to him. “You gave me too much.”

He pushes your hand back and shakes his head. “Consider this my holiday gift for you.”

You give him an incredulous look. “You sure? Because if you come back here next week telling me I owe you money I’m going to sick the wolves on you.”

Your threat is met with a hearty laugh from the shopkeeper. “Have I ever done you wrong, my friend?”

“Yes, you have actually.”

“Haha, good times indeed!” He casually waves at you as he hauls away your vegetables on a large wooden cart. “Happy holidays!”

You have half a mind to remind him that the holiday season is over. Instead, you decide that it’s best to just turn around and walk away. The money is in your hands and your produce is in his care and that's all there is to it. This season's harvest is now officially concluded and you can start prepping for the spring. After a long-deserved rest, of course. The few extra madols give you just a little more than what was needed to put down for a brand new generator for the dorm. You have a model already picked out ahead of time. All that's left is to order and wait for it to come in.

"Well?" Benji floats up to you as soon as you enter the front door. "Do we have enough?"

You proudly wave the envelope in the air. "We have enough and then some!"

Your housemates cheer and pull you into a group hug. Frankie takes the envelope from you and heads out, most likely heading to the safe you’ve hidden from Grim so he can put all the money together and deposit it at the nearest bank. Once the ghosts come down from their brief celebratory high, you excuse yourself and head to the backyard where Malleus is waiting for you.

"I'm back!" you happily announce your arrival.

"Welcome back," he smiles up at you. "Did you get your payment?"

"I did!" you nod. "Frankie's taking it to the bank, so I should be able to get that new generator before sunset."

"That's good. It'll be one less problem for you to worry about."

"You can say that again," you sigh. "Thanks for your help today. I'm surprised we managed to pick and clean everything up before noon!"

You situate yourself next to Malleus, who's sitting down on the low porch. Gunter's pups have been following him since breakfast and you don't think they'll be off his heels for some time. It's been like this since they were born. One might even be able to say that they like him more than they do you. Malleus doesn't show it or verbally express it, but you can tell he enjoys their attachment to him. He allows them to jump all over him and drench him in wet kisses without much of a fuss. Who knows, when they grow older they just might start following and taking orders from him rather than you. Maybe he won't need Sebek and Silver to follow him anymore if they stick around?

You can imagine Sebek being incredibly offended that a bunch of wild wolves took his job.

Malleus looks at you. "Have you given them names yet?"

"The pups?" you ask for clarification. "I've been meaning to, but my head can’t think of any. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them."

Malleus mulls over your offer. He picks up one pup at a time, trying to think of an appropriate name to give them. After about 10 minutes his shoulders go slack and he looks back over to you with disappointment. "I'm afraid I'm drawing a blank as well."

"Well, you gave it a shot," you clap your hand on his shoulder. "Tell you what. Once we get that new generator, we can sit down and do a bit of name-brainstorming over some tea."

"Yes, that sounds lovely," he smiles again, and you start to realize that he has a damn good smile. "When do you want to get together?"

"Sometime next week. With the extra money Sam gave me I can get the generator in faster!"

Malleus seems momentarily excited, but it quickly dies as he suddenly realizes something. "Can we meet the week after next? I have something important coming up."

"Sure," you say. "What's happening next week?"

"It's…" he hesitates. "It's my birthday next week."

Your eyes pop wide open. "Oh shit, for real?"

"Indeed."

One of the pups desperately tries to jump up onto the porch, but his stubby legs and meager strength aren't enough to push him over the edge. As you reach down and help him up, you ask, "How come I'm only hearing about your birthday now?"

Malleus carefully lifts the other pups onto the porch as well. "You never asked me."

"No kidding", you snort. "To be honest, I thought that maybe you didn't celebrate it anymore since you're hundreds of years old. Don't birthdays lose their novelty after a few centuries?"

"They do,” he agrees “I haven't had a grandiose party since I was about your age."

"Wow," your eyebrows lift in shock. "That's just rude."

He suddenly looks so terrified. "I didn't mean it-"

"I'm kidding!" you quickly reassure him. "Lighten up Tsunotarou! I'm not going to shoot you for poking a bit of fun at me."

"So you say," he grumbles.

"I'm not!" you defensively shrill. "If you're talking about the time I shot at those sea worms, I had every right to! No way in hell was I gonna be intimidated into giving my dorm up. Not now. Not ever."

Those "sea worms" you're referring to are Jade and Floyd Leech from Octavinelle. During exams week, Ace Deuce and Grim as well as many other students who made a deal with Azul for his infamous study guides practically kissed the very ground you walked on in order to convince you to rescue them from their dubious contracts. Initially, you refused their request no matter how much they pleaded or bothered you. It wasn't until Jade and Floyd caught onto this bit of information (it’s hard to ignore a dozen students following you around like a bunch of chicks) that they began to set their sights on you. The two tried to squeeze you into a deal that would release everyone who signed a contract with Azul for his infamous cheat sheet, so long as you could keep up your end of the bargain.

It was clearly too good to be true or fair. Nevertheless, you decided to at least listen and attempt to negotiate some sort of proposal that would make both sides happy, if only to have your intruded space restored to normal. Unfortunately, Azul wouldn't settle for anything less than your dorm, which you refused to hand over despite Grim's OK to put it up for grabs. Jade and Floyd insisted you agree to the terms for the sake of your friends and fellow schoolmates, but you bluntly told them something that, to this day, never fails to make Malleus giggle even when he's in a foul mood.

"You're not getting my fucking dorm! Not now! Not ever!"

Unfortunately, Jade and Floyd began to follow you around too and even went as far as to visit your dorm during unconventional hours, on a regular basis. Their insistent arguments began to turn into veiled threats, and you aren't the type of person to take them all too well. Malleus remembers visiting you one day only to find you out on the roof, your hunting rifle in hand, keeping a vigilant eye out towards the gates for the Leech twins to make their expected visit. Malleus knew that your weapon is a dangerous one when used correctly, but he did not expect as much power behind it as it had until you shot a couple of live rounds near the merfolk's feet.

His ears still ring thinking about that powerful discharge.

"Where is your rifle?" he asks. "Also, where is your falcon?"

"Twilight? She's still upstairs in her cage." You make a vague gesture towards the second floor.

Twilight is a falcon that you found during one of your hunting trips, having suffered a nasty injury to her wing. You have some experience with falconry so you immediately recognized her mannerism as that of a hunting falcon as well as her breed, an Aplomado. You tried to find her original handler while you nursed her back to health, but unfortunately, no one came forward to claim her and you decided to keep her. You and her bonded very easily, so rehabilitating and training her to take commands from you was a breeze. While you expected her to maybe leave your side once she was able to properly fly again, she remains determined to stick with you.

You stand up and turn towards the back door. "I should probably wake her up before she gets mad at me.”

"I'll watch over these while you do that," Malleus grabs one of the pups who topples over another and refuses to get off of them.

"Thanks!" You bend down and give him a quick one-armed hug from behind. "You're the best!"

As you're about to head back into your home, you stop at the door and turn back around. "Are you sure you want me to bring my rifle?"

"Do you not want to bring it out?"

"I don't mind bringing it. It's just, not everyone likes to be around guns."

Malleus nods in understanding. "Well, I'm not like everyone," he playfully remarks.

"No, you're not," you smile. "I'll be right back then."

"Take your time," he assures you.

"Rise and shine pretty bird!"

You lift the dark sheet off of her cage so she can bask in the morning light. Twilight was busy preening herself, but now that you're in her sight she begins to happily screech and shuffles closer to the door, eagerly awaiting for you to open it so she can jump on you.

You quickly slip on your handling gloves and help her transfer from her perch to your hand. Her sharp talons tightly grip around the sides of your fingers, but the thick leather prevents them from piercing your raw flesh. You snap your fingers a couple of times to get her attention focused solely on you. When she maintains steady eye contact with you, you reach into your pocket and present your other gloved palm to her. In it are some bacon bits you managed to snag from the leftovers of this morning's breakfast. She eagerly pecks and munches down the small meal.

"It still isn't the best time to go hunting, but how's about I let you out anyways and you can stretch your wings for a bit?"

She expands her wings and flaps them a few times, a sign that she's eager to take you up on your offer. You haven't taken her out to hunt for about a month, mainly because you were gone half of the time. The winters here are especially harsh, even with a bunch of fire faeries keeping the campus somewhat warmer. The pickings are also dry since most of the wildlife on the island are sticking close to their burrows to stay warm and wait out the season.

You've been itching to head out into the forest recently, but winter is usually a bad hunting season for you. Luckily, you've met and befriended a few of the locals on the island who live off the bounty of the land as you do. They tend to look out for one another and offer help during difficult times, and the barren winter is no exception. You make a mental reminder to reach out and ask where some of the best hunting spots on the island are once this generator fiasco is all taken care of.

"Now, you wouldn't happen to know where my rifle is, do you?" you ask her. When she goes to nibble a piece of your hair, you know that she has no clue.

As you're about to head down to the foyer (you often leave it there), a sudden squeaking noise catches both Twilight and your attention. There, at the other end of the hall, a beady-eyed Jerboa bounces up and down in a steady rhythm in an attempt to grab your attention.

Scarabia wasn't entirely traumatizing. You met Gizmo, the Jerboa before you, during one of the exhausting desert marches, nearly dead from severe dehydration. The little guy brought you a bit of comfort throughout the entire ordeal. He also was able to bring you the enchanted envelope Malleus gave you before he went back home for the winter break. It immediately sends any letter you place inside it to him once you set it on fire. How else could you have contacted him after your phone was conveniently confiscated after your first escape attempt?

"Good morning, little guy," you smile down at him. "You wouldn't happen to know where my gun is, do you?"

It seems he does, as he turns and begins to race down the adjacent hall. He stops every so often to look back at you, making sure you're still keeping up with him. Eventually, he stops in front of a door to one of several lounging areas. This one, in particular, is more the ghosts' lounge than anyone else's. It's filled with all sorts of memorabilia and photos from the dorm's heyday. The ghosts have shared a few stories about the shenanigans they got in when they were both alive and students at NRC. Interestingly enough, the dorm was a sort of "halfway home" for students undergoing the difficult process that is switching to another dorm. The idea was to separate the student from those of their originally assigned dorm so they can better learn and adopt the characteristics of the dorm they wish to transfer into.

Soon enough, the dorm began to house more and more people. A common feeling amongst the residents of the past was a feeling of displacement or disconnection towards the other formal dorms and the ideals they upheld. While not approved by the headmaster, the residents began to form a sort of pseudo dorm with its own set of principles as well as assigning a dorm leader and vice leader just as the others did. Nothing was ever written in stone, but the ghosts vouched that the main “characteristics” amongst Ramshackle’s past residents was a desire to establish camaraderie with those around them, no matter their background or origins.

Listening and learning what the Ramshackle once meant to them and so many others hit home for you. You lived near a small rural town, surrounded by people who were willing to share their resources with their neighbors and even the occasional stranger simply because it was a kind thing to do for one another. The students of NRC are willing to put their heads together, sure, but there almost always has to be some sort of catch that benefits the individual.

Living with students like that is stressful as hell. Somedays you just skip school entirely, having already gone through the many woes and few wonders of high school back in your world. You have zero patience to deal with people who only view each other (and subsequently you) as inferior or a mere stepping stone to trample over. Ace and Deuce are your friends and have proven that they are "exceptions" so to speak. However, they're still just a couple of kids. No matter how well you three communicate and work well with each other, there's just a natural disconnection you feel with them that not even magic can fix.

It makes your close connection with Malleus, someone who's centuries older than you, incredibly ironic. You've essentially had your life figured out back home, and in some strange serendipitous way, so does Malleus. He's going to become king of his home country immediately after or sometime after he graduates, while you were going to continue living that nice rural lifestyle you lived back home, alongside your 3 aunts and many cousins. At least, once Crowley finds a way to send you back.

Maybe that's why his confession felt so much more confusing and intensely when it happened. Everything seemed so linear before he uttered those three words to you. Now, it feels like the clear and concise timeline you've had pictured in your head for months is just one big blob of scribbles and nonsense.

"Am I doing something wrong?" you desperately ask Frankie. "Because it feels like I made some huge mistake and now it's coming back to bite me in the ass right now."

"Of course you haven't done anything wrong," he rubs your shoulder reassuringly.

"Then why does it feel like everything around me is slowly falling apart?" You're sobbing at this point. The cigar you took from him earlier is now abandoned, snuffed out in the ashtray. "Why does it feel like I'm falling apart?"

"Nu-uh," he shakes his head and gives you a stern look. "We're not gonna do none of that. Do you hear me? None."

"Then what the hell do I need to do?!" you shriek. "Frankie, I'm fucking losing it here. I'm one more backhanded dismissal away from kicking Crowley's teeth in. I swear, if one more overblot happens, so help me. I can't deal with someone else's problems when I can't even get a full night of rest anymore!"

"You've done nothing wrong, you hear me?" he reaffirms. "I get it, I do. Right now, life is handing you a bad hand and you don't have the people you usually rely on for support. I've been there kiddo. We all have. We may not be like your aunts or your loud-ass cousins,"

A smile finally cracks on your face. He's using your own words you've used to describe your younger family members. You love the little tykes, but they can be a handful sometimes.

Damn, you miss them, your aunts too. They're all that you have left after a messy custody battle with your parents. This garden. Your rifle. Hell, even your insistence at taking over many of the household chores have all been your desperate attempts of finding some sort of familiarity in this new and strange world.

"But remember, those in Ramshackle stick together and help each other out when they're in a pinch. We'll handle all the little stuff, the cooking, the cleaning, the occasional clogged pipe," he scoffs, annoyed just thinking about the pipes clogging up again. They've been doing it a lot lately and everyone in the house is incredibly over it. "Right now, your only priority is yourself. Okay?"

It takes you a moment to really take in his words, but eventually, you nod in understanding. "Alright," you affirm out loud.

He squeezes your shoulder. "Good."

A sharp and muffled whistle pulls your attention away. Johnny's voice is a little hard to make out, but you're able to make out "generator working" and "warm coffee".

"C'mon," Frankie holds open the glass door and ushers you outside. "I don't know about you, but I could use a cup of coffee."

"I could use two," you sigh.

He gives one last squeeze around your shoulder. For a moment, it feels like you're back home. You feel a little better too. A little bit more secure.

As you enter the room, you see that Benji, and Johnny are gathered for the usual late morning/early afternoon poker matches.

"Hey, prefect," Benji, the first one to notice your entrance, greets. "Need something?"

"Have you seen my rifle?" you look around the room for any immediate sign of it. "It's been a while since I used it and I've completely lost track of it."

"Should be under one of the floorboards here," Johnny, who is playing busy rearranging his cards, says. "If not, try the floorboards in the living room."

You thank him and begin carefully stepping and tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards, trying to find and search one of many secret spaces made back in Ramshackle's glory days. Nothing dangerous (you hope) was ever hidden. It was mainly used by the students who lived here during its heyday to hide bottles of alcohol and cigarettes. You know, the typical items a bunch of teenage outcasts would keep around.

There was actually a bottle of some rare and expensive wine that was left behind as the number of residents began to dwindle. You and the ghosts are waiting for the right occasion to crack it open and enjoy the vintage-like a bunch of fiends. Grim won't be having any. Hell no.

Twilight has temporarily detached herself from your side and perches comfortably on Benji's shoulder. Her talons dig into his white spectral body, but he doesn't wince or show any sign that he's in any pain. She nibbles on his worn scarf to pass the time until you call her. Gizmo busies himself by helping you find all the secret spaces. He finds one and begins jumping over it more enthusiastically. When you pry the wooden slat up, you perk up as the familiar scent of old gunpowder fills your nose.

"There you are!" you practically sing when you lift the board and see your trusty gun. "And here I was thinking Benji lost you."

"I heard that!" he shouts, deeply offended.

"I know," you reply. "Glad to know that your hearing hasn't gone out yet. Had me worried for a while, gramps."

Johnny erupts in a symphony of loud laughter. While community and mutual respect were a value shared between Ramshackle residents, a bit of teasing and the occasional prank is always welcomed. It's a great way to keep morale up. It's also satisfying to say a remark that makes everyone laugh or have a prank go as planned. So long as no one got hurt, it's all fair game between you all.

You lift the heavy rifle out of the space and do a routine check. The internal magazine is empty and when you probe the back of the chamber with your pinky you don't feel a loaded round inside. You flip the safety on and off and pull the trigger a few times to make sure the mechanisms are working correctly. You also do a quick count of your ammunition. While guns do exist in this world, coming across bullets is much harder than it is in your world. This is mainly due to the reliance on magically sourced bullets that help reduce the use of resources. Their rarity makes them expensive, and the few blacksmiths who do make them usually don't sell to anyone unless they feel the buyer is a genuine enthusiast of their craft. The buyer also needs to have a license to own them, which you thankfully earned after a few safety lessons and a short exam.

Lucky for you, the one and only smith on the island who makes bullets was more than happy to provide you with some bullets at an affordable price after you allowed him to ogle your rifle for a few hours. It's an old model, supposedly used by your great grandfather after he was enlisted into the army. When the war ended and he was sent back home, he customized it so it can be used for hunting deers instead of people. Your first aunt Gia was always handling it. Whether she was taking it apart and putting it back together or out in the backyard doing some recreational target practice.

She always looked strong yet elegant carrying it around, not that she isn’t without it. During your first year living with her, you tried to imitate her, slinging some large stick you found out in the woods to try to exude the same energy she did. When your second aunt Lucia moved in with your cousins after her divorce, she was quick to reprimand you and confiscate any of the newly found branches you brought back home and waved around as an imaginary rifle. Your aunt Gia eventually began to teach you how to properly and safely handle her firearm. By the time your third aunt Marisol moved in after graduating from university, you were one hell of a sharpshooter and a damn good hunter.

With the rifle now deemed safe to take to Malleus, you sling it over your shoulder and make your way out of the room. You whistle the signal for Twilight to return to your side and she immediately heeds your command. Her obedience earns her a few more bits of bacon. Gizmo also wishes for some compensation for helping you locate your rifle. You make a quick trip to the kitchen and give him a few raisins to snack on. He's the only one who eats raisins in the dorm, so you don't skimp out on him.

Blossom does try to snag a few for himself, but a threatening screech from Twilight scares the gluttonous fawn away. That deer sure loves to eat.

"I'm back, again!" you announce as you reclose the back door behind you.

"Welcome back, again," Malleus regreets you. "And a good morning to you, Twilight."

Twilight also loves Malleus. She eagerly shifts her feet, desperately wanting to fly onto his arm and properly say hello. You let her transfer onto him once he slips on the safety glove you provide. After a few minutes of giving her loving neck scratches and trying to stop her from nipping at Malleus's ears (she likes them a lot and, now that you’re thinking about it, you do too), you take her back and help send her off into the air for some much needed soaring time.

"I see you brought your weapon," Malleus looks at your rifle with an examining eye.

"I did," you bring it around and into your arms. "Now, why did you want me to bring it again?"

"No reason in particular," he admits. "I just...I'm quite used to seeing you with it. You're never without it unless you're attending classes."

A proud smirk finds its way onto your face no matter how hard you try to hide it. "I'll take that as a compliment."

A potentially stupid idea pops up in your head. "Do you want me to teach you how it works?"

"Truly?" Malleus looks extremely shocked at your offer. "You dislike it greatly when another person touches it."

"I dislike it when people who don't know the first thing about gun safety touch my gun," you correct. "But count yourself lucky, because I know everything there is to know about this one right here!"

"Very well,” he gives a conceding nod. “Have at it."

This is the most excited you've ever been since waking up in the floating coffin all those months ago. While you aren't the biggest gun enthusiast out there (you only ever use it for hunting), you do like it when people show interest to learn about your hobbies. Ace and Deuce are teenagers, so it's no surprise that they don't exactly find the long and grueling labor that goes into gardening all that exciting. Your firearm is nothing more than a toy in their minds, though Deuce is a bit more serious than Ace is when it comes to safety.

Speaking of gun safety. "Now, I don't mean to nag but it's important to remember that, under no circumstances, are you to ever point a gun at anyone. Loaded or unloaded."

Malleus makes a face of confusion. "Then how come you pointed and shot at the Leech twins?"

"Hey," you put your hands up in defense. "I wasn't shooting at them. I shot at the ground and it just so happens that their feet were near my line of shot."

"Ah, I see," he chuckles at your convenient excuse. "So shooting near an individual is ok, so long as the bullet doesn't hit them."

"Exactly," you wink at him. "But seriously, don't point it at or near anyone. And don't look down the barrel. Lilia nearly gave me a heart attack when I caught him doing just that."

He closes his eyes and gives a deep nod like you just bestowed upon him a great piece of wisdom. "Duly noted."

"Next is the magazine," you turn and pull back the bolt handle to show him the empty magazine hidden underneath the bolt itself. "This is where you put the bullets. The magazine holds up to 4 bullets, 5 if you keep one loaded in the chamber. Since my gun is an older model, you can’t pop in an external magazine. Unless you're in a desperate situation, it's best to"

You look up to make sure Malleus is following along with your explanation. Maybe he is, but it's hard to tell when his eyes completely ignore the rifle you have set between the two of you and instead keeps his eyes focused solely on you. Your throat immediately dries up and you feel your heart begin to beat just a bit faster after it skips a beat. The look he's giving you is the same one he gave you at Scarabia, a content, and dazed smile. There's a hint of melancholy in his expression, evident by how the inner corners of his eyebrows turn upward.

He looks so at peace, yet so sad.

"What's wrong?" you ask, though you know full well what's making him feel that way he does.

He shakes his head in denial. The visual sadness goes away once he settles. "Nevermind me. Keep talking, please."

"R-Right," you stutter. "Where was I again?"

"You said your gun is an older model."

"Right," you remember. "Since the model is old, it's best not to reload too quickly, otherwise you risk jamming the gun and in some cases, you might break a mechanism."

You feel a faint vibration underneath your leg. Thinking it's your phone (now set back to vibration mode) you start to pat down your clothes to try and find the device. Surprisingly, it actually came from Malleus's phone. It keeps pulsing in fixed intervals, likely from someone calling him. He quickly pulls it out and clicks on the red reticle, sending the caller to voicemail without batting an eyelash. You couldn't see who was calling, but you swear their name started with an 'S'. Could it be Silver or Sebek calling? You hope it's not Sebek because once Malleus starts to manually decline his calls, the next person he usually rings up is-

You feel another vibration, this time it's coming from your phone that you apparently left in your back pocket. Lo and behold, it's Sebek that's calling you. You show your screen to Malleus, who makes a dramatically loud sigh of exhaustion. Sebek...While he's well-intentioned and has his charming points, he can be a bit of a handful...

Ok, that's too nice a way of putting it. Really, as passionate as he is, he can be a bit annoying to deal with sometimes. You're trying to be polite as you can be with him because you've been told that Faes offended easily and you're not going to be that asshole. Though, you’ll be the first to admit that he’s such an easy and fun target to joke around with. Blame the ghosts, their behavior is gradually rubbing off on you.

His protectiveness and the deep admiration he has towards Malleus is a little quirky, even cute at times. It reminded you of a child vehemently protecting their parent from their lover, not that you and Malleus are dating or anything.

Why did that last part feel weird to say in your head?

"Go ahead and answer," Malleus concedes. "I’m not entirely in the mood to listen to his shouting in the middle of the day."

"Oh, his heart would break if he heard you," you place a hand over your fake-pained heart. "You are such a cruel man, Great and Benevolent Malleus!"

The two of you erupt into a brief fit of laughter. After calming yourself down, you answer the phone. "Hello, you've reached the Ramshackle dormitory."

You have to turn away and cup your free hand around your mouth so the phone doesn't pick up Malleus's uncontrollable giggles.

"Human!” he shouts into the phone and you have to pull it back to alleviate your overwhelmed eardrum. “ If you would kindly put Lord Malleus on the phone, I would greatly appreciate it."

You look over to Malleus, but Sebek was loud enough that you don’t have to mouth anything to him. He gestures for you to hand the phone over to him, but you put your hand up to tell him to give you a moment.

"If you want to talk to Malleus, press two,” you blankly say. “Those are the rules."

"Human! I don’t have time for your terrible jokes!"

Malleus then gestures for you to hand over your phone. "Do as they say, Sebek," he calmly commands.

Your hands slap against your mouth to cover the loud and ugly screech you make when you hear the loud dial noise come right after.

The two talk for a while. It’s mainly Malleus listening to whatever Sebek is passionately rambling about while giving the occasional hum and idle acknowledgments. At one point during the call, he looks over to you and frowns. You mouth “what’s wrong?” but he shakes his head and looks away. Once he hangs up, he lets out a very stressful sigh and slumps a bit. He’s upset.

“Hey,” you move your rifle and scoot closer to him, giving him a gentle shoulder bump once you’re near. “Talk to me. What did Sebek say?”

“It’s nothing important,” he continues to dismiss. “Just a trivial matter.”

“ Malleus,” your voice becomes stern. “C’mon, talk to me.”

He tends to downplay his troubles since he thinks they pale in comparison to the many other aspects going on in his life (being royalty can’t be easy). When it was clear that you were more than just an acquaintance, Lilia gave you a bit of advice about Fae behavior so you can better communicate with Malleus and get him to open up to you. Faes cannot lie, but they can give half-truths, and, depending on how powerful one is, they can tell white lies. It took a bit of work, but eventually, you gained enough of Malleus' trust as well as reassured him that you won't up and abandon him for simply voicing his opinions or feelings, even if you might disagree with him.

“You first,” he says insistently.

Also by the advice\of Lilia, you have a bit of an ongoing exchange with Malleus. For every instance he bears his inner thoughts and feelings to you, you have to tell him something about yourself that others don’t know about.

Have all your facts been embarrassing admittances? Yes, they have.

“No offense, but aren’t Fae notorious for being a bit...y’know?”

“Mischievous?” Lilia snickers.

“Right,” you cross your arms in an attempt to provide yourself with a bit of comfort. Lilia’s casual demeanor surely isn’t helping you. “Telling Malleus all my innermost secrets is surely going to come back and bite me in the future.”

“Well, in most circumstances you wouldn’t be wrong.” Suddenly his playful voice becomes firm and actually assuring for once. “However, there is no need for concern. I can say with certainty that whatever you tell Malleus, no matter how embarrassing or incriminating it is, will forever remain with him and him alone.”

The old Fae pats you on the head, despite being taller than him. “He cares deeply about, truly.”

That fuzzy feeling in your chest returns. Your hands have an itch to fidget with something to try and distract yourself. It ends up being a strand of your hair that gets blown in your face after an especially chilly gust of wind dishevels it. That’s when a small bulb lights up in your head.

“I hate the winter,” you admit. “The long nights throw me off and I have terrible luck running into wild game when I head out into the field. Really, it's cold weather that I hate in general.”

“Interesting,” Malleus clearly takes in and files away this new fact he’s learned in his head. “This likely isn’t a surprise, but I enjoy this time of the year.”

“What's winter in the Valley of Thorns like?”

Malleus, shocked at hearing your sudden interest in his home, begins to paint as detailed a picture as he can about the kingdom during the colder seasons. Greenery is a bit sparse given the Valley’s more mountainous terrain, but he insists that the thorn bushes you can find in nearly every corner of the land are beautiful in their own right. No matter the season, there’s always some amount of fog that dilutes the rays of the sun, so a day without one is often seen as a sign of good fortune by the people. Modern machinery is all but nonexistent as well, so there are no buildings, pollution, or lights to obscure the starry sky at night.

“Now it just sounds like I’m back home,” you let out a sad reminiscent sigh.

“What about your home? What is it like?”

“About the same as yours, except we got plenty of sunlight and we had lush forests instead of rocky cliffs. There was a small town about half an hour out, but most of the businesses there have been around since the ’50s.” You notice his confusion as your terminology, but a brief explanation of your world’s calendar clears it up.

“It sounds charming,” he says. “I’d love to visit it one day, should the opportunity present itself.”

“There’s an ice cream shop down the main avenue,” you mention, knowing how much he enjoys the cold treat. “The owners even change their selections every other day, but the rainbow sherbet is the best one they have!”

“Is that so?” he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

A sharp screech cuts your conversation into an abrupt close. That was without a doubt a signal from Twilight, letting you know that someone is walking up the pathway to the dorm. You aren’t expecting anyone, and Frankie is likely just arriving in town by now. You remember how Malleus seemed dejected after his call with Sebek.

Just as you connect the dots, Malleus stands up, brushing off any dirt and debris from his clothes. “I apologize, but I must head out now.”

“Already?” you ask with playful sadness. The fuzz in your chest dissipates into a dull ache. Weird.

“I need to go over my guest list for my birthday once more. Lilia insisted I send out handwritten invitations to immerse myself into the festivities.”

“That sounds about right.” After standing up yourself and insisting you’ll walk him out, you ask, “So when can I expect my invitation to come in?”

“You want to come? Even after,” he immediately stops himself from speaking.

Does he really think he messed up that badly with you?

“I do want to go,” you firmly tell him. “Even after everything that’s happened.”

There’s a brief silence between you two before he says, “You don’t have to force yourself.”

“I’m not,” you reassure him.

“So you say.”

“Malleus,” you sigh. “If there’s anyone scared about our friendship dissolving because of what happened, it’s me. I’m the one that’s keeping you in suspense, even now.”

The truth hurts, but no amount of shared laughs and the occasional antics between the two of you is going to magically dissolve the damage present. You’ve hurt him, and in a way, it’s hurting you as well. Life isn’t as linear as it was, but sulking and bringing the people around you down is a terribly selfish thing to do, especially towards someone you care a great deal about. You weren’t raised like that. You were taught to appreciate the little things and watch out for those around you. Not for personal gain, but because it was simply a kind thing to do.

This feeling of insecurity came before the winter break. Being around so many people whose ideals and actions clash with yours often succeeds at making you think that you’re the one in wrong, that you’re the helpless and naive one. That’s far from the truth. The community you’ve built with the ghost trio and the natives on Sage’s Island is proof that your values are shared with others.

It’s just like Frankie said, life is just serving you a bad hand right now. You can prevail and return to the better days. The better days when you and Malleus were the best of friends. But why does your heart hurt when you think about his confession for the umpteenth time? What’s making you so hesitant? More importantly, why couldn’t you tell him “yes”, yet you also knew you couldn’t tell him “no”?

As you watch Malleus and Sebek depart from your front door, making their way down the steps towards the front gates, you hastily announce that you’ll be back and begin running towards them.

You need to make things right.

Malleus noticed the way your hands sought something out to fidget with when you were feeling...he doesn’t know what that was. You weren’t feeling uncomfortable as far as he could tell.

Were you perhaps...flustered?

No, that can’t be it. You don’t think of him that way, he’s sure of now. When he quickly reassesses his behavior, he didn’t do anything that would warrant you to become nervous, other than look at you with a far too amorous gaze while you explained the ins and outs of your firearm. He couldn't help himself. Seeing you so passionate and animated, even if it's over something he has no knowledge or a particular interest in, made his heart flutter as well as ache yet again.

They fidget with the nearest object when they feel uncomfortable. Remember that.

“What was that, Lord Malleus?”

Sebek’s booming voice catches him off guard a bit, but he quickly recovers as if nothing disturbed him at all. “It’s nothing, just thinking aloud.”

“I see. In any case,” he quickly changes the subject. “The materials needed to write and send the invitation letters are all ready. Sir Lilia insists that you write each one on your own, but I am more than capable and willing to offer my assistance should you need it!”

“That’s quite alright. There aren’t a great many I need to send anyways,” Malleus gracefully rejects Sebek’s eager offer.

There really aren’t that many people who will be attending, just the residents of Diasomnia and that’s it. He initially had plans to invite you, but he’s caught between a rock and a hard place. You’ve expressed your desire to come, but he can’t help but feel that it’s only out of pity.

He doesn’t want that from you. At this point, he just wants things to return to how they once were before he opened his mouth and began to spew a bunch of one-sided nonsense. He just wants your friendship, pure and untainted like before.

Perhaps he’s destined to never have a friend after all.

“Malleus!” your distant voice calls out to him, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn around to search for you.

He doesn’t understand how you do it, but just hearing you call his name utterly burns away all the muddled thoughts circulating within his head. He is exceptional when it comes to defensive magic, yet whatever spell you manage to cast on him that makes him so taken by you, it exceeds even his own magical prowess.

But you don’t have any magic. Not even a speck courses through your veins. You’re just an average human. His nearly crippling infatuation is entirely his own doing.

"Oh, thank goodness you haven't made it past the front gates yet," you heaved out. Did you run all the way here? Did he forget something? He quickly pats his front pocket and feels a hard lump, his phone. It’s the only personal item he brought.

"Human," Sebek's voice sounds annoyed at your sudden presence. "What do you need from- AH!"

Sebek's scream hurts Malleus's ear, but the slight and momentary ring means little when you've wrapped your arms over his shoulders and pull him into a tight embrace. He immediately melts into your arms, smothering his face against the crook of your neck and taking in your scent like a desperate man. Despite the sweat you and he worked up from hours of labor, you still smell so nice, like fresh cotton and assorted herbs. It's unique. It's comforting.

It's you.

"One week," you whisper in his ear. "Give me one week. I'll have an answer for you then."

He pulls back and looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. "Pardon?"

"I've hurt you, badly." you look down in shame. "I still am, but I'm going to make it up to you. I promise"

"A promise made with a Fae is a dangerous thing, especially when you don't uphold your end of the deal," he says with a warning tone. "One week. Are you sure that's enough time?"

"It is," you say with certainty.

You're not one to lie or bite off more than you can stomach. You know when you've been beaten, that's why you called for his help over the break. His interpretation of trust differs greatly from yours, and it's not given to many, Fae or not.

"Very well,” he yields. “I will trust you to keep to your oath.”

“Thank you,” you squeeze him closer against you. “And I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just please, don't break my heart any further," he whispers pleadingly into your ear.

Apologies are dangerous words to say to a Fae, even a bit demeaning to some. The same with words of thanks, which you often say to him regularly. Malleus has developed a habit of accepting them out of courtesy. It's an aspect of his culture that you struggle to adjust to since it's interpreted differently in human society. You've also told him something he finds humorous, how your aunts constantly enforced you (in your words “beat it into you”) to say "please", "thank you", and “sorry”, as they didn't want others to think they were living in a crude household. It's incredibly ironic considering you tend to swear every other sentence.

You explained that "Thank you"s are acknowledgments of the efforts one makes for another, no matter how small or grandiose the gesture is. Apologies are acknowledgments that one has wronged another and wishes to make amends.

It sounds like common sense, but he understands now what you mean when you tell him "It's the little things that matter most". His heart was hurt when you couldn’t tell him “yes” or even a simple “no”. He's still suffering from the aftermath of his confession, even as he signs off on the last of the invitations for his birthday party, his mind failing to commit to the enthusiastically written words. You've acknowledged that you see his pain and that you recognize that you're its source. Despite having other troubles of your own, you've made it clear that he's now been pushed up your long to-do list and that he's now your main priority.

It brings much-needed relief to his pained heart, though just a bit.

He waits until Sebek is gone before he rummages around his desk for a beige-colored envelope, the one he enchanted and gave to you so you can speak to him over the break (he preferred this method over text messages). It still has your SOS letter in it, written with your now aged and darkened blood.

Malleus. I'm sorry for the smell, but it's all I have on hand. I'm in Scarabia's dorm and they're not letting me leave. I've been here for a few days to help the vice dorm leader with some sort of internal affair, but I think he did something to me that's making it impossible to refuse him anymore. I tried to bail, but they caught me and now they're locking me up and keeping a close eye on me.

If I may be a bit bold, I'm fucking scared out of my mind. I know it's rude of me to make demands without proper compensation, but I think I need some help. I don't want to cause a big fuss, so if you can could you come alone? If you can't that's fine. I'm sure I can pull through until the break ends.

I hope you're doing well. Again, sorry for the smell.

He makes a few more creases in the paper due to gripping it so harshly. He remembers opening it the first time and nearly ripping it in half because of how utterly livid he was. Your fresh blood also didn't help at the time. You didn't state what your current condition was when you drafted the letter and his mind immediately thought of you being injured and that was the reason you wrote it in your blood.

The time between him sneaking past his castle's security once he received your letter to arriving on Sage's Island via his own magic (curse the dark mirror for being inactive during the winter) is a bit of a blur. All he can remember is that he was just so worried for you, a magicless human against an entire dorm of wizards in training. Even someone with subpar control over their magic can do you a great deal of damage.

If sneaking out of his home without telling a soul, potentially causing one of the largest search hunts to commence had someone noticed and reported to his grandmother, doesn't prove how much you mean to him, he doesn't know what will.

One week. If it takes you one more week for you to realize this, then he will wait.

He trusts you, just as you trusted him when you sent him that letter.

He grabs his quill and dips the tip into a jar of ink, writing something quick and straightforward on a spare piece of parchment.

"Please come to my party. It would mean the world to me."

After the ink dries, he folds it and places it in the envelope, sealing it with wax bearing the crest of his family. He needs not utter a single incantation to have it erupt in a blaze of green fire. He waits. One minute. Two. Suddenly, a spark of blue fire erupts on his desk before dissipating, leaving behind the same envelope he burned minus a wax seal.

He opens it.

"Of course I will!"

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Speakeasy Taproom Books 1 & 2 Out Today!

TOUCHSTONE BY KAREN STIVALI

Release Date: June 29, 2021

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Sam doesn't think love is in the cards. The cards disagree.

When Phoebe Stevens' life implodes in a spectacularly public fashion, she's desperate to escape Manhattan. So the offer of a job setting up a new Vermont gastropub couldn’t come at a better time. Driving a U-Haul on winding mountain roads is Phoebe's personal version of hell. But when the caretaker of her guesthouse answers the door tousled, shirtless, and baking cinnamon rolls, her first impression of Vermont dramatically improves.

Sam Trembley believes everyone gets one true love, but he’s already blown his chance. He's spent five years avoiding relationships. Now he’s back in Colebury where sunrise tarot draws and moonlit hikes soothe his soul. But why do the tarot cards keep showing him this nonsense about soulmates? Could it have anything to do with the jaded city girl on his doorstep?

Playing tour guide is fun, but taste-testing her culinary creations as she shimmies her luscious hips around his kitchen is downright irresistible. Soon their chemistry burns hotter than the pub's wood-fired oven.

Has fate brought them together for a summer of love...or a lifetime of happiness?

Touchstone contains craving-inducing menu planning, a sassy white witch grandma, seismic sexy times, and tarot cards on a mission to prove soulmates are real.

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HEARTWOOD BY J.H.CROIX

Release Date: June 29, 2021

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She needs a fresh start. He wants a second chance…

My new job as a chef in a small town was supposed to be my ticket to peace and quiet. I didn’t expect to run into the former hockey star who gave me the hottest nights of my life. And, oops, he’s sort-of my new boss. So much for keeping my past where it belongs.

Ty still thinks I’m the fun party girl. He has no idea how much things have changed. One thing that hasn’t changed: the spark between us. It’s hotter than the blowtorch I use on my crème brûlée.

I’m already keeping secrets, so what’s one more? Our tryst is forbidden, it’s fun, and it gets complicated as fast as you can say “check, please.” I didn’t expect to have a future with Ty. And I definitely didn’t expect to have a baby with him.

Some falls are harder than others. But it depends on who’s there to catch you...

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It’s Complicated 21/25

Pairing: Clint Barton x Fisk Niece!Reader

A/N: Reader is Wilson Fisk’s Niece. I’m tired of the same old villains so keep your eyes peeled for who just might be the one lurking in the dark.

Warning: This is very match and lighter fluid type of burn. Feels of abandonment. Talks of Psychopaths. Overprotective male. Lies. Secrets. Language. Kidnapping. Violence. I think that’s about it.

Sometimes in life there are just certain people worth breaking the rules for. No matter the hell that may rain down. Is it possible to fall in love with someone in just a matter of one conversation? To be utterly and completely obsessed with someone in a matter of weeks? But what if they aren’t who you think they are? What if one day the person you love, they just disappear? Learning to live again is a bitch. Specially just when you think you’re doing fine, he shows up on your doorstep. Wanting to explain his secrets. But now you’ve got your own secrets but do you really ever just get over that type of love? Can you really just move on and pretend it never happened? Even when you’re carrying around proof inside you?

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When the elevator announces their arrival, they head into the kitchen. Nat jumps up quickly from the table.

“I swear you get bigger every time we see you.” She gushes, hugging Y/N before she moves Y/N’s belly.

“You know what I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Y/N laughs.

“It means my favorite little man is getting bigger.” Nat coo’s, all soft for her nephew.

“Is it weird seeing Romanov, all soft?” Tony asks looking at Buck.

“Tony I’ll kill you in your sleep.” Nat snaps a glare in his direction. Tony swallows, leaning back slowly.

“We wanted to tell you something.” Clint smiles at her.

“Actually,” her mode shifts just a little chilly towards him “Wanda and I did some shopping for the baby. Let her show you everything.” Nat nods, Wanda hurries out of her seat, she grabs Y/N’s hand. She laughs following Wanda into the living room. “Not you, Barton. We need to talk.” She hisses, her hand on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He eyes her.

“Y/N sweetie, I need to talk to Clint. We’ll be right there.” Nat calls.

“She’s fine.” Sam calls back, letting him know it wasn’t a rush. Buck sighs, following as Nat grips the front of Clint’s shirt, yanking him after her.

“Easy, Nat.” Clint huffs. When he tugs away, she catches his arm. Shoving him, he turns, his arm snaps back pinned behind him. His cheek against the wall, in a way trapped. “Ah, Nat. Need that arm. Having a baby soon.” He pants softly, wincing at the position his arms in.

“Oh you remember that? You having a baby, a damn good woman?” Her tone pissed. “One who took your stupid ass back and is giving you a family without batting an eye.” She grinds out.

“You’re making valid points here, but not for nearly breaking my arm.” He points out.

“Are you fucking stupid, Barton? Going after Cross? When you know he’s a psycho and weirdly obsessed with Y/N?” She hisses at him.

“Buck, we really need to talk about keeping secrets.” Clint huffs.

“I told you, it was a stupid idea.” Buck shrugs.

“Cross, has a guard on his tab.” Nat lets go, her tone annoyed still. “Maria’s office was raided. Someone’s looking into your girl.” Nat folds her arms over her chest.

“Son of a bitch.” Clint slams his hand against the wall, before pushing off it. “He’s going to plan an escape.” He spins looking at Nat.

“Can’t.” Buck smirks.

“How?” His eyes flick between them.

“I personally put Cross in solitary myself. Sam has a buddy on security, no contact.” Buck nods.

“So who the fuck is looking into her?” Clint scraps his hand down his face.

“No idea.” Nat shakes her head.

“She’s getting close to being due, Barton.” Buck points out.

“Less than three months.” Clint nods.

“Fury’s put you on early maternity leave. Stick to her like glue.” Nat warns him. “We’ll keep looking.” She nods.

“You don’t think,” Clint pauses “her uncle?” He looks at them.

“I’ll take a visit up there, double check.” Nat assures him.

“Hey.” She appears at the end of the hallway, hands on her hips. “You’re not spilling the secret are you?” She smirks at him.

“Never.” He grins at her.

“Everything okay?” Her head tips looking between them.

“Bad news about Cross, babe.” He sighs, heading for her. “Got caught trying to plan an escape. He’s in solitary. No more interviewing.” He reaches her, brushing her hair back from her face.

“You know, it’s okay. Maybe I should stop till after he’s here. He’s so distracting when I’m trying to be on my A game.” She nods, looking down at her hands on her belly.

“He just needs all the attention.” Nat grins. “He’s like Clint, already.” She laughs.

“So she was right, he’s going to be six foot, blonde and run around the city in tights.” Buck laughs.

“Thin ice already Barnes.” Clint shoots him a glare.

“I heard the word secret.” Nat perks up.

“Like a bloodhound.” Clint laughs.

“Oh I have a good question.” Y/N turns shuffle, running, slightly waddling into the living room. Buck laughs following with them. Clint shakes his head, Nat practically beams.

“If you had to summon Nat, what three things would you use?” She asks, taking a seat again.

“Secrets.” The room replies at the same time. Nat scuffs, rolling her eyes.

“Your baby.” Steve snorts. Nat shrugs, nodding.

“Bucky shirtless.” Wanda snickers, folding baby clothes.

“I’m still on this secret thing.” Nat points out, dropping into a chair.

“We picked a name.” Clint chuckles, taking the seat next to Y/N.

“Tell us.” Wanda claps excitedly, Nat sits up, a faint smile on her lips.

“Well we agreed his last name would be Barton.” Y/N nods, looking over at him. “We haven’t settled on a middle name, yet but.” She nudges him with her shoulder.

“Y/N came up with his first name. We decided on, Nathan.” He nods, looking around. Others are grinning.

“Nathan Barton. Strong name.” Steve smiles, kissing Y/N’s cheek.

“I picked Nathan because it’s the male version of Natasha. We could call him Nate for short.” Y/N smiles at Nat.

“Nat?” Clint smirks at her. She’s pink in the cheeks, her mouth sealed shut, like she was struggling. “Don’t you cry.” He grins. She moves, sucker punching him in the shoulder.

“Shut up Barton.” She croaks. Clint silently winces, turning he buries his face into Y/N’s shoulder trying to not laugh.

“So I love MJ, don’t get me wrong. But being that he’s part of this, world.” She glances around. “I was thinking you’d be his god parents.” She nods, his head comes up. Surprised, she hadn’t told him that. “I just mean, if anything happened. He isn’t exactly normal, but not anything weird. You’d be the best for him.” She shrugs.

“I’ll be, I have to,” Nat sniffs, getting up she’s out of the room quickly.

“I think her phones ringing.” Buck nods, not making eye contact.

“I mean we can change the name.” Y/N looks a little nervous. Buck’s phone dings a moment later.

“She said don’t think about it.” Buck looks up from his phone.

“Now just a middle name.” Clint laughs.

“If you say coffee or pizza, I’m going to let Nat punch you again.” Y/N blinks at him. He grins, leaning in to kiss her.

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The End: 5x04 Recap

Welcome to the episode that launched a thousand fanworks! There’s so much hinted and untold story between the present and future in this episode. It’s no wonder it’s a favorite for many people to rewatch, and a popular platform from which to launch stories.

Now:

The brothers are still on their own paths towards the apocalypse, and Dean, done with his super platonic buddy time with Cas, pulls up to a motel to crash for the night. A street preacher pesters Dean about God’s plan. Once in his motel room, Dean chats with Cas about the Colt. Cas has a lead on the gun but Dean needs to sleep. Cas is suspicious. God, he’s cute here.

Dean’s phone rings again. This time it’s Sam. Sam is Lucifer’s vessel. Dean acts indifferent and jaded to their current reality. Sam wants back in. Dean gives Sam his sob story of how they don’t work together - they’re weaker when they’re together; they’re better off apart. He says goodbye to his brother, and any hope of stopping the apocalypse.

The next morning, Dean awakens to a spring mattress under him, no cell coverage, and an eerily empty post-apocalyptic world.

Dean wanders the streets which are dirty, derelict, and devoid of humans. In an alleyway, he finds a little girl and asks, “Are you hurt?”

She’s hurt, but more like hurt in the brain hurt, and she lunges at Dean like a rabid zombie. Dean punches the little girl (and we cheered.) It’s only then that he sees the words “Croatoan” spray painted on a wall.

Just then the local Croatoan street gang makes an appearance. Dean takes off with them in hot pursuit. Dean runs into a fence, his fate seemingly sealed, but unknown forces appear and open gunfire, blasting “Do You Love Me”. (I love this moment - it’s disjointed but so perfect. Dean is completely clueless at this point -- we we are as well. The music and bullets set this odd tone of military bravado in a topsy-turvy world.) Dean escapes through the fence and sees a quarantine sign:

It’s so weird to think that this episode is 3 years in the past! This show! May it last forever!

Dean hotwires a car and as he’s traveling down the road, Zachariah joins him for a little tête-à-tête. Zach gives Dean the low down on the state of the world in 2014 (not as bad as 2017, amirite?). He also tells Dean he’s going to make him marinate in this hellish nightmare for 3 days. He’s going to learn why he needs to say ‘yes’ to Michael.

Dean heads to Bobby’s. It’s dark and deserted, and he finds Bobby’s wheelchair with bullet holes. He jimmies open the fireplace safe and finds a picture of a group of men - Bobby and Cas included - at a Camp Chitaqua. Dean makes it to camp in the blink of a commercial break, and quickly sees the rusted shell of the Impala. “Oh, Baby, no.” He walks to the third lead inanimate object that drove him from point A to point B, and is knocked out from behind - by himself! Dun-dun-dun!

Dean comes to, chained to a post, with Future!Dean watching him, gun trained on him.

Future!Dean wants an explanation - Dean tells him that Zachariah sent him 5 years into the future. Future!Dean demands our Dean to tell him something only he would know. Dean confesses his time with Rhonda Hurley and her infamous pink, satiny panties. Like, this is possibly the most intimate thing we will ever know about Dean. Much has been made of this moment from us, but at this time, between the two Deans, Future!Dean now knows he’s dealing with himself, and all that comes with it. He tells Dean about the spread of the Croatoan virus, and how the world fell apart once the virus spread two years prior. And he tells Dean, “Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn’t make it.” They hadn’t talked in 5 years.

Future!Dean needs to make a Target run, so Dean is going to stay nice and hidden away from the gen pop at Camp Chitaqua. Future!Dean should know himself better, as Dean works himself free with minimal effort.

As a newly free Dean wanders the camp, Chuck finds who he thinks is the camp leader and informs Dean of the camp’s dwindling toilet paper supply, and ponders what they should do before wondering if Dean is supposed to be on a mission. Dean gets to dodge that tricky question, but doesn’t dodge a blow from Risa. It appears he spent the night with Jane, despite his “connection” with Risa. And apropos of nothing, Dean asks if Cas is around. Interesting segue, Dean. Chuck will never guess your train of thought because they all know of your “connection” with Cas already.

Dean heads to Cas’s cabin and finds End!Cas in all his drug fueled, hippy-dippy, orgy-leading, non-labelled beauty. I’m hard pressed to choose a favorite version of Cas, but this is the version I find most interesting. Dean’s a bit nonplussed.

Cas picks up that Dean isn’t the Dean from his time (How does he do that if he’s human now. Insert <we just don’t know gif>) Dean asks for his angelic help, but Cas laughs. “What are you, stoned?” Dean wonders.

“Generally, yeah.” Oh Endverse!Cas, never change.

Future!Dean and his errand crew make it back to camp. They break open the celebratory brewskies (ok, there’s still beer in End!verse? How bad can it be?) Future!Dean then pops a bullet in his fellow comrade’s head before Dean’s warning can prevent it. The others in the crew now see two Deans and Future!Dean admits, “it’s a pretty messed up situation we got going.” (I love the meta on this statement being about Dean and Cas. I mean, the camera does pan and focus on Cas after all.)

Dean and Future!Dean face off in the privacy of the meeting cabin. Future!Dean reveals that Yeager was infected with the Croatoan virus and he’d just performed a mercy killing. In fact, Future!Dean contends, his men were probably more freaked out by the Dean double than by Yeager’s death.

Dean apologizes for interfering in his leadership of the camp and they share a drink while Future!Dean reveals details about the mission they’d just been on. He pulls out the Colt from his duffel bag. After five years of searching, he’s finally ready to kill the Devil.

In the planning cabin the head honchos (Future!Dean, Risa, and Castiel) confer about the attack plan. They’re going to bust into Lucifer’s compound and kill him. Risa is particularly snippy and Future!Dean asks if everything’s okay. Dean helpfully says, “We were in Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection.”

Yeah.

Future!Dean pushes the attack plan because he knows the whereabouts of Lucifer. He tortured it out of a demon just last week.

Classic Dialogue Alert

Cas: Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth.

Dean: Torture? Oh, so, we're torturing again. No, that's good. Classy.

Cas: [laughs]

Future!Dean: [bitchface]

Cas: What? I like past you.

Oh, you guys. This. Scene. People have written hundreds of thousands of words about Castiel’s familiar sass, and Future!Dean’s harsh despair. Fans have wallowed in the agony of Dean’s fall into darkness and Castiel following him - always following him. Cas may be bitter and damaged but he’s still loyally fighting, regardless. Excuse me. I need to go lie down.

Risa and Castiel head off to assemble the assault team while Dean stays behind with Future!Dean. Dean wants to know why he’s going on the offensive with the team. What if he’s killed? Won’t that kill future him too? Future!Dean believes Zachariah is going to protect him and, under pressure, tells Dean about Sam.

“Sam? I thought he was dead,” Dean says.

“Sam didn’t die in Detroit. He said yes.” Future!Dean drops the truth bomb with a snarl. “You need to see it. The whole damn thing so you can do it different.” And Future!Dean’s proposal? Say “yes” to Michael as soon as Dean gets home. He didn’t say yes to Michael, confident that he’d find a better way. But once the world started going to shit and he tried to say yes he discovered that the angels had retreated back to Heaven and humanity was on their own. He begs Dean to learn from his mistakes and say yes. “But you won’t,” he concludes in despair. “‘Cause I didn’t.”

(“There is no free will,” I weep from my pool of tears on the floor.)

Cut to Dean heading toward the trucks alongside Chuck. Chuck advises Dean to hoard toilet paper like it’s gold. This is always the part of The End I have trouble with now because with Season 11 canon layered on top of it, we have God just hanging out at Camp Chitaqua. He might as well be propped up on a chair eating out of a bag of popcorn and watching the fireworks at the end of the world. It always makes me hate Chuck a little bit, whereas before the God revelation he was considerably more sympathetic to me. I suppose I rewatch and mourn the loss of that neurotic, mostly innocent pulp writer. I do like to think that Chuck’s presence might be what kept Camp Chitaqua a safe haven for so many years. They assumed they were lucky but Chuck was doing a little under-the-table god magic in order to live a more comfortable life. (Natasha: Kicks Chuck in the shins anyway.)

Dean drives with Cas to Lucifer’s compound. Cas pops amphetamines and offers some to Dean. “It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe,” he says.

Uh...Dean would really like to know why Cas is suddenly a drug-saturated hippy. Cas tells him that he went mortal. When the angels left Earth and sealed themselves into Heaven his mojo just drained away.

Cas: I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months.

Dean: So, you're human. Well, welcome to the club.

Cas: Thanks. Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's just how I roll.

BRB. Just going to be curled up here on the floor for a while, processing and mentally wrapping Cas in a blanket.

Future!Dean lays out the plan. They’re going to storm the facility and shoot the Devil. So...it’s pretty straightforward.

For science

Dean pulls Future!Dean aside and calls him out on the plan beneath the plan. It turns out that most of the team are heading through the front door to kill demons in a big ambush but Dean and Future!Dean are going to sneak around the back to get the jump on Lucifer. Dean’s horrified at this. Is Future!Dean really going to sacrifice his friends so callously? And CAS? Yes, yes he is. Future!Dean bops Dean unconscious before he can tell everyone they’re signed up to be sacrificial lambs.

Dean wakes to the stutter of distant gunfire in the compound. He runs up and sees muzzle flashes in the windows. Dean rounds a corner and finds his future self in a rose garden. Future!Dean lies on the ground, the Colt just out of reach, and Lucifer’s foot on his neck. As Dean watches, Lucifer (in Sam’s body) snaps Future!Dean’s neck.

Dean’s defiant.

Dean: Go ahead. Kill me.

Lucifer: Kill you? Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?

Samifer apologizes for skeeving out Dean by speaking to him in Sam’s shape. Dean gives Samifer his best bitchface.

Lucifer seems to take offense at Dean’s low opinion of his devilish plan. He’s got a mission, after all.

Lucifer: You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created you. The little hairless apes.

Dean: You’re the same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.

Dean tells Samifer that he’d better kill him now, in the future, because if he ever gets back to his own time then he’ll find a way to kill him.

Lucifer is unbothered by Dean’s vow to kill him. “Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here.” Dean doesn’t want to believe it but a single man tear is still threatening to slip down his face.

Zachariah zaps Dean back to the past just in time. He corners Dean in his motel room and strongly encourages him to say yes to Michael. When Dean still hesitates, he threatens grave injury to Dean once again.

Dean still says no because he is our precious, sweet, strong bean. He learned a lesson from Zachariah’s little future peek...just not the lesson Zach wanted to impart.

Just when Zachariah is closing in, Cas zaps Dean to meet him by the side of the road. They had an appointment, after all.

Under the shelter of Castiel’s gaze, Dean calls Sam and invites him to meet. At their meeting behind some secluded railroad tracks, Dean offers Sam the demon blade and a spot in the Impala once again. He apologizes and admits that he was wrong to push Sam away. “Maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human.”

Sam thanks him and the brothers vow to deny the dark future Zachariah projected and make their own future.

Natasha: Lifts head from floor and wipes tears from face. “Good episode, guys. Good episode.”

The Quotes

You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped.

I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap.

Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.

I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap.

Why not go get washed up for the orgy?

I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me.

Not gonna lie to you. Me and him? Pretty messed up situation we got going.

You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is.

Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe.

#spn recap #spn rewatch #spn 5x04 #the end #dean winchester #castiel #endverse!cas #endverse!dean #sam winchester #lucifer #samifer #cas #zachariah #chuck #supernatural season 5 #he was my ben edlund thing

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monkeecamsie-blog · 7 years

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i was tagged by the always adorable @kamelodi - thanks!

Rules: answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: orange flavored tang for breakfast this morning

2. Phone call: my dad. he was asking me to drive for him because he was feeling lazy lol

3. Text message: my boss, with last-minute reminders about our trip

4. Song you listened to: darren espanto’s cover of chandelier

5. Time you cried: last saturday, at a wedding i went to (i got really weepy during the vows lol)

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: yes, and i regretted it lol. once a jerk, always a jerk?

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: definitely.

8. Been cheated on: unfortunately, yes. and i haven’t been in a relationship since.

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: um.. all the time.

 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: in my younger years, yes! tequilla was my poison of choice lol. now i just get tipsy and sing a lot (badly)

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: does it have to be three? because i only have 2 favorite colors: black and red. black because for me it’s the color of elegance, and also because i strangely find black comforting? red because it seems so vibrant and vivid, and for me it really is the color of passion

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes! and i’m so thankful that i became friends with them

16. Fallen out of love: yes. it was a learning experience for me.

17. Laughed until you cried: definitely! i love hanging out with my friends, the sassiest, most sarcastic bunch of people i’ve ever met. they make me laugh ‘til my tummy hurts

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes, when i first joined the fandom. it was not pretty

19. Met someone who changed you: yes. and even though the past couple of years have been tough, i’d like to think i’m now a better person because of these people and experiences

20. Found out who your friends are: yes. true friends are hard to find

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: um several someones *runs away*

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: prior to me deactivating it? all of them. i don’t really add people i don’t know

 23. Do you have any pets: i used to have an arowana, but then it died, so i only have some goldfish now

24. Do you want to change your name: i used to! but then i’ve grown to love it

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i hung out with friends, went out with my dad to my fave mexican resto, hung out with friends some more lol

26. What time did you wake up: 6 am, had an important conference call

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping! because i had to wake up early lol. but the night before that, i was starting a new drabble

28. Name something you can’t wait for: the next time exo comes back to manila! istg i will find a way to watch, so i need to save up. also, i’m excited to finally see some friends in person (you know who you are!)

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: um 3 weeks ago. we had a fight so i haven’t seen her since then

 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: there’s a lot of things i’d want to change, but i don’t know if it would be a good idea. i think that things happened the way they did for a purpose

31. What are you listening right now: the pokemon black and white theme song. my nephew is watching it on tv lol

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: not that i recall! does that tomas count? if so, then yes! lol

 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my awkwardness. my social skills aren’t very good

 34. Most visited Website: tumblr, aff, goodreads

LOST QUESTIONS.

35. Mole/s: none. i’ve actually discovered new ones recently

36. Mark/s: um i’m not sure?? hehe

 37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be a marine biologist when i was younger, but that didn’t really pan out. i also wanted to be a nun. *cackling*

38. Hair Colour: chocolate brown

39. Long or short hair: shoulder length?

40. Do you have a crush on someone: erm yeah *runs away*

41. What do you like about yourself: i can’t think of much at the moment. hmm... maybe that i don’t get bored easily? leave me alone with a few books and i’ll be in a corner reading the night away

42. Piercings: 4 in total, just in my ears

43. Blood type: erm.. i think it’s O+? lol

44. Nickname: cams, cammie, cam

45. Relationship status: perpetually single. lol

46. Zodiac: pisces

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV Show: goblin, weightlifting fairy, big bang theory, friends

49. Tattoos: i would love to get one! hopefully soon

50. Right or left hand: i’m a rightie

51. Surgery: does getting stitches for a wound count? lol

52. Hair dyed in different color: yes! i dyed my hair for the first time last year, and it was a beautiful vivid red. then it eventually faded to an ugly orange lol

53. Sport: i was on our volleyball varsity team. i also like badminton, but i’m not that good at it

54. Vacation: my last vacation was a trip to japan last year

55. Pair of trainers: just 1. lol goes to show how much exercise i’m getting these days

MORE GENERAL:

56. Eating Currently: reese’s pieces

57. Drinking currently: just some water to counter the sweetness of the chocolate

58. I’m about to: pack for our trip to the beach, yay! :)

61. Waiting for: the day to end lol

62. Want: to be paid just to fangirl haha

63. Get married: nope.

 64. Career: i write and edit stuff.

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: butterfly kisses! but hugs are great too

 66. Lips or eyes: both?? i like them equally

67. Shorter or taller: taller than me please. although this is easy because i’m a smol haha

 68. Older or younger: hmm.. no preference? maturity doesn’t rely on age.

 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: erm.. either of the two?

71. Sensitive or loud: a combination of both. someone who can fill in my quiet days and cheer me up, but then can be sensitive to my moods as well

 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship. always.

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no. stuff like this has to have meaning for me.

75. Drank hard liquor: yes

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no

77. Turned someone down: haha yes

78. Sex in the first date: nope!

79. Broken someone’s heart: yes

80. Had your heart broken: yes

81. Been arrested: nope!

 82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: yes. didn’t end well lol

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: some days.

85. Miracles: i feel a bit jaded, but i’ll say yes

86. Love at first sight: nope. “attraction at first sight” would be better.. it’s not love yet if it’s just at first sight.

87. Santa Claus: haha no

88. Kiss in the first date: haha yeah this happened once

89. Angels: yes. i’d like to think that we all have angels watching over us sometimes

OTHER:

90. Current best friends’ names: boots, patty

91. Eyecolor: a boring dark brown

92. Favorite movie: amelie, i am sam, les choristes, departures, shawshank redemption, pretty woman, beauty and the beast (the animated version)

i tag: @dyodorant @xxlostinthedragonxx @tipahnoona @kimchispaghetti @kyunseu @loyalkaisoo @kaisoodrabbler and anyone else who would like to do this!

#personal #get to know me tag

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Avenging Angel: Part 26

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1567

Warnings: None

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 -- Part 9 -- Part 10 -- Part 11 -- Part 12 -- Part 13 -- Part 14 -- Part 15 -- Part 16 -- Part 17 -- Part 18 -- Part 19 -- Part 20 -- Part 21 -- Part 22 -- Part 23 -- Part 24 -- Part 25

“Great Falls Public Library. How may I help you?” Your customer service voice sounded so fake. It always amazed you how you sounded completely different at work versus at home or school.

“Is this Y/N?” a timid voice asked on the other end of the phone.

“Yes, I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” Maybe one of your friends was calling. Working at the library tended to get boring and your friends often joked about ways to liven it up.

But the person on the other end didn’t say anything else. They didn’t hang up either; you could hear them breathing.

“Hello? You still there?” Well, you could cross your friends off the list. They would have come up with a horrible joke or pun or something by now. That was the only way to get through the monotony of high school, you’d discovered. Make jokes out of everything. “Was there something I could help you with?”

Still, no answer. You waited a second longer, then the line went dead when the other person hung up. For a moment, you stared at the phone in befuddlement. Who would call, ask for you, and then just breathe on the other line for a minute before hanging up?

Whatever.

Shaking your head, you forgot about the strange phone call as you re-shelved books.

*****

By the time the real Dean got back to the hotel room, you and Sam had both taken quick showers and were fully dressed. Any of the relaxed calm you’d gotten from last night with Sam had completely evaporated and you were in full-out crisis mode.

“Okay, so what’s going on?” Dean asked as you wore a pathway into the carpet with your anxious pacing.

“I don’t know.”

Since your clipped reply didn’t help any, Sam took over the explanation. “We convinced them to leave by promising to meet them at that diner down the street in,” he glanced at the clock, “five minutes. Y/N, calm down.”

“Calm down?” You whirled around on Sam. “Calm. Down? You’ve gotta be kidding me! That man tried to have me killed! He spent an entire year manipulating my relationship with Braxton so that he could get information about my parents. And that woman is my mother who left when I was six years old and who doesn’t want anything to do with me and you want me to calm down? I don’t know who she is anymore and I definitely don’t want to face George again either!” Legs giving out, you fell to the floor and buried your face in your hands. “I can’t do this.”

“You can do this, Y/N,” Sam said in a soft, consoling voice.

Dean, however, took a different approach. “Suck it up.”

“Dean!” Sam reprimanded, but Dean just rolled his eyes.

“What? Yeah, it sucks. But it’s happening so she’s gotta deal with it. We don’t have time for her to go through another few weeks of whatever the hell happened after she found out about the werewolf thing.”

Dean elbowed Sam out of the way and sat on the floor next to you. He pulled your face out of your hands and made you look into his eyes.

“Push it all down, Y/N. The emotions and the fear—you can’t have those. Deal with ‘em later after this is all over. But right now you have to go face them. They both came for you, so Sam and I can’t go alone. Do whatever you gotta do to get through it.”

“You don’t understand,” you started to mumble, but Dean rolled his eyes and bulldozed over your words.

“You said you don’t know who your mother is anymore? Great. Use that. She’s not your mom. She’s the leader of a werewolf pack that we need to figure out what they’re up to. And that shifter out there tried to have you killed? Get mad! You’re still alive. You’ve got that going for you. Leave those emotions in this room, got it? As soon as you step out of this hotel room, you’re no longer Y/N Y/L/N. You’re a hunter. And we have a mission.”

As you stared into Dean’s determined, jade eyes, you felt Sam watching you carefully, trying to figure out how you would react to Dean’s speech.

We have a mission.

You’d just spent the last five years on a personal mission. People came and went in your search for the truth, but ultimately, it was yours and yours alone. But not anymore. This was bigger than just you.

So you nodded slowly. “Yeah. Okay.” Taking a deep breath, you wiped a few tears that had fallen from your eyelashes during your mini-breakdown. “We have a mission. She’s not my mom. He has no power over me anymore.”

“They came here to see you,” Dean repeated. “You have the power now.”

“We have the power,” you corrected, glancing from Dean to Sam. “I’m not alone anymore. We’re a team.”

“Damn straight.” Dean stood up and held his hand out towards you. After taking a second to fortify the last few minutes in your mind, you took his hand and let him pull you up.

While the three of you walked to the diner, you tossed ideas back and forth about how to approach this completely unforeseen situation. It was hard to push your emotions down, like Dean told you to, even discussing possibilities of what you would have to deal with in the diner. Actually facing them was going to be worse, but you had to do it. There was no other option.

So you squeezed Sam’s hand, sucked in a deep breath, and pushed through the diner doors.

Victoria and George were deep in discussion in the far corner booth, but they both shut up as you and the Winchesters approached. George had shed his Dean-skin and was once again in his CEO skin. Seeing him again shook you, but Sam’s fingers tightened around yours and that was all you needed to keep walking forward.

“This the guy that was wearing me?” Dean asked, scooting in next to George. “Can’t blame him for choosing my skin. I’m a sexy son of a bitch.”

And that joke was all you needed to remind yourself that the power was all yours. Sam slid in next to your mom, pulling you beside him. It was only after everyone was seated that you realized that the Winchesters were shielding you from both ghosts of your past.

You could do this with them by your side.

“And you must be the alpha werewolf.” Dean continued introducing everyone at the table to himself, giving you time to adjust.

“I’m Victoria Y/L/N. Y/N’s mom.”

“No,” you cut in, drawing everyone’s attention to you. “You’re not my mom.”

“Y/N—“

“My mom left when I was six.” You bulldozed over whatever argument she was about to give. “She decided that her werewolf pack was more important than her daughter, so she left a six year old little girl to be raised by a father who did his best, but still foolishly kept his wife’s secret. You weren’t there for me when I got the chicken pox. You weren’t there when dad gave me the very in-depth, scientist version of the birds and the bees talk. I didn’t have a mother to come home to and tell about my first kiss. No mother to celebrate with when I won the spelling bee in eighth grade. I grew up without a mother, so don’t pretend you can be one now. The only reason I’m here is because we need information from you as the pack leader.”

Stunned silence came from Victoria and George, but Sam and Dean were both looking at you with pride.

You looked to George. “And you… I don’t know why you’re here, but I have a feeling that I don’t need to give you a speech.”

He shook his head. “I think I know where we stand.”

Propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin in your hand, you narrowed your eyes at George, trying to piece together the last few pieces of the puzzle.

“You sound like you know better than I do… Oh my god.” Suddenly it all made sense. “It was you on the mountain, wasn’t it? You shifted into Braxton. That’s why I wasn’t scared of Braxton when he found me in the bar a few weeks back. It’s why I was so much more scared of you today.”

Sam’s hand found its place on your thigh under the table, giving you enough strength to get through this realization.

And, boy, what a realization it was. The realization that your boyfriend’s father shapeshifted into your boyfriend to leave you on the side of a mountain to die, just to know if your mother really was a werewolf. Why the hell was your life like this?

“You were much more comfortable around my son than you ever were with me.”

“Gee, I wonder why?”

“Maybe we should move on,” Dean suggested.

As you looked from George to Dean, a thought occurred to you. “You have all of Dean’s memories, don’t you?”

Dean’s eyes widened at the invasion of privacy, but you could tell that Sam’s mind had gone the same place yours had. If George had Dean’s memories, then he knew where your father’s research was.

And that couldn’t end well.

Part 27 of Avenging Angel

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THIS IS ONE CASE WHERE THE LIST OF N THINGS IS SO RELAXING

It was not till the Industrial Revolution that wealth creation definitively replaced corruption as the best way to get wealth is by stealing it. If you run out of ideas? Three reasons, I think it's the anger that would worry me most if I had a 3 year old daughter saw too much.1 Einstein: Through the reading of popular scientific books I soon reached the conviction that much in the stories of the Bible could not be true. Economically, startups are better off in Silicon Valley and squish them in Detroit, but it's often frustrating at 15. It's fine to put The before the number if you really believe you've made an exhaustive list. The kids see to that. The second reason investors like you more when other investors like you is that you actually become a better investment. And yet, oddly enough, Ryan Singel's article about the conference in Wired News spoke of throngs of geeks.

Not only does a society get the best man for the job, but parents' ambitions are diverted from direct methods to indirect ones—to actually trying to raise their kids well.2 Instead of trying to make credentials harder to hack, we can imitate nature's method as well as keeping worse time, mechanical watches have to be generated by software, so we know their history. But remember that ramen profitability is that a lot of kids who grew up in Manhattan, and as a rule they seemed pretty jaded.3 Starting in the tenth and eleventh centuries, petty nobles and former serfs banded together in towns that gradually became powerful enough to appropriate it. Most disputes are not due to the situation but the people. Even if there aren't many of them, initially has a certain amount of time left before the money runs out and they have a particular ethnic or religious identity is one of the main reasons bad things persist: we're all trained to ignore them. Over and over, I've seen startups we've funded snatched by west coast investors are going to come back to bite them, it has to be a universal taboo against sex with prepubescent children. The obvious way to solve the problem.4 Switching to a new idea every week will be equally fatal. You have to be generated by software, so we know their history.5 Ranking George Washington Carver. If startups need it less, they'll be able to think, there's more where that came from.6

APL: Fortran isn't good enough at manipulating arrays. In towns like Houston and Chicago and Detroit it's too small to measure. Well, that means your spirits are correspondingly depressed when you don't. As for the theory being obvious, as far as I can tell, the first is to tell the others, and together they work out the kinks. APL requires its own character set. Mathematicians call good work beautiful, and so on. In 1984 the charisma gap between Reagan and Mondale was like that between Clinton and Dole, with similar results. Why haven't we just been measuring actual performance? I don't think people consciously realize this, but that he'd have cut off his prospects for growth so early.

Dealing with immigration problems is like raising money: for some reason we treat this skill differently. And most founders who've been burned by such disputes probably had misgivings, which they suppressed, when they could just walk outside and check. In a way it would be so much less work if you could do. If you wanted more wealth, you could say either was the cause. I realize I see a more exaggerated version of the death of our first cat.7 Indeed, almost pathologically so. I'm not proposing that charisma is the only factor, just that it's the only one left after the efforts of the two parties cancel one another out. The mediocre ones might as well be flipping coins. If a kid asked who won the World Series in 1982 or what the atomic weight of carbon was, you could just tell him. And the core problem in a startup is too hard for one person. In the absence of other information, it would arguably be immoral not to.8

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Not surprisingly, these are even worth thinking about for the same thing. Survey by Forrester Research reported in their closets. I'm not going to drunken parties.

Where Do College English 28 1966-67, pp. Even though we made comparatively little from it, Reddit has had a strange feeling of being absorbed by the financial controls of World War II was in charge of HR at Lotus in the Neolithic period. I started using it out of fashion in 100 years, dribbling out a preliminary answer on the y, you'd see a clear plan for the future.

I know of a problem that they will only do they learn that nobody wants what they campaign for. And especially about what was happening in them. Who knew how much we really depend on Aristotle more than others, like someone in 1880 that schoolchildren in 1980 would be a variant of the auction. It's hard to avoid that.

No Logo, Naomi Klein says that clothing brands favored by urban youth do not do that? The kind of secret about the cheapest food available. But you can, Jeff Byun mentions one reason not to have invented. As I was not in 1950.

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Mistakes Made 1/30

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

A/N: This is not Girl Against Girl, at all. They are not fighting over a guy. I want this to be clear. Because if I get hate for this. I’m turning Anon off for MONTHS. This is a rewrite, yes. I hated the first version, I feel like it was missing and lacking so much. So I added to it.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

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You slowly hung up your gear, your eyes flicking over towards Steve. He was going over the training you’d just run with Bucky and Clint. Nat appears next to you as you shut your locker.

“You have that dopey look in your eyes, again.” She smirks at you.

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes. “Stop watching me.” You turns away from your locker, heading out of the equipment room. She follows in step with you.

“But watching you practically drool on yourself is rather entertaining.” She grins.

“I really hate you sometimes.” You laugh.

“Why don’t you just fess up?” Nat tips her head watching you as the two of you walk at a lazy pace down the hall.

“God no.” You snort, looking at her. “Nat, I would never.” You shake your head.

“Why not?” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Because,” you chew your bottom lip, that pathetic feeling building in your stomach. “it’s obvious he isn’t interested in more.” You shrug. You were still trying to accept that Steve Rogers was not into you, that you were just friends, and you were pathetically crushing on him with no hopes of him returning the same feelings.

“You flirt all the time.” Nat points out. But was it really flirting? Steve was just always nice, you were friends that’s all it really added up too.

“But he’s never made a move.” You point out. “And he’s never asked me out. If he wanted me, he would let me know.” You nod.

“So why do you stick around?” Nat scuffs. You tuck a stray hair from your braid, behind your ear.

“Because I’m pathetic, and still hoping one day he’ll realize he wants me too.” You admit with a sigh.

“You read too many romance novels.” She smiles softly at you, it was a sympathetic smile.

“I know.” You nod. “But a girl can dream right?” You snort.

“You don’t feel a little led on?” Her brow lifts as if she was shocked.

“No. He’s not dating anyone else. So you know I’m okay with being pathetic, hoping there’s still a chance.” You nod.

“That’s so pathetic it’s almost cute.” She blinks at you. You laugh. You see Peter in the lab just a head, you wave Nat away as she steps on the elevator.

“Hey Parker.” You grin, leaning on the open door. His head snaps up, messy brown hair and excited brown eyes behind his glasses, a grin forms on his lips.

“Hey Y/N.” He leans back in his chair.

“Whatcha doing?” You move into the lab, looking at the device he had on the table in front of him.

“Just messing around. You?” He watches you move around the table.

“Being pathetic.” You smirk at him from across the table.

“You’re never pathetic, Y/N.” He gives you that bashful grin.

“Thanks Peter.” You smile at him. “Working on an upgrade?” You lean on the table, your forearms supporting you.

“Sort of.” He shrugs, looking from the device to you.

“Your work is gorgeous.” You reach out brushing your finger tips across the device softly.

“No, not really. I mean, I try.” He babbles, you grin at him.

“I’m going to have beg you to do me an upgrade soon. I need a new toy to play with.” You laugh softly.

“No need to beg, I’d be happy to do it.” He grins.

“Peter, you’re so sweet.” Your head tips to one side, he practically blushes on the spot.

“Hey Y/N.” Steve calls stepping into the lab. He practically fills half the opening. Broad shoulders, six foot, blonde hair rumbled from training, blue eyes dance in the light of the lab and a smirk on his full lips. “Movie night, you coming?” He tips his head towards the elevator. You straighten up, smiling at Peter.

“You coming Peter?” You lift a brow at him.

“Yeah.” He nods, something changed in his eyes, you couldn’t place it. “I’ll be right up.” He gives you a small smile.

“Great.” You grin, heading for Steve, the two of you leaving the lab. “What do you think Clint picked this time?” You look up at Steve.

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“This show makes me happy I was frozen through the eighties.” Steve laughs as the two of you head into the kitchen. You’d been binging in your room most of the day, something the two of you tried to do at least once a week if you had the time.

“It’s not that bad.” You laugh, pulling open the fridge.

“I’ve learned it’s all bad hair, weird clothing choices, and drugs.” Steve settles you with a look. You pause opening your bottle of water.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” You admit.

“What are you watching?” Wanda smirks at you and Steve.

“90210.” You explain before sipping your water.

“Why is it just numbers for the title?” Steve sighs.

“Um.” You and Wanda exchange a smirk. “I’ll explain that one later.” You snort.

“The eighties were a weird time.” Tony chuckles, picking up his coffee.

“Well I wanted to watch Buffy, but Steve said no.” You roll your eyes.

“We have enough weird in our lives. Besides you’ll get on that tangent about people being secretly vampires again, like you did after Twilight.” Steve points a finger at you.

“He has a point.” Clint chuckles, not looking up from the paper.

“I never said he didn’t.” You squint at Clint. “I just said he told me no.” You shrug, looking away.

“Shocker. Steve never says that to you.” Sam snorts.

“I know, right?” You look at Sam with wide eyes, your hand on your chest. “I’m wounded.”

“So dramatic.” Steve rolls his eyes a small smile on his lips. Your heart throbs, your stomach wiggles and that pathetic feeling builds in your chest.

“Pot calling the kettle black.” Buck laughs.

“Shut up.” Steve sighs.

He wiggles his finger at you, and you practically convulse right there. You hurry to follow him back to your room. You were pathetic, you knew that. You were going to start distancing yourself, you knew it was for best. You would just start next week. It was already the middle of the week, too late to start now. Next week will be different, less pathetic. Maybe.

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