#british people fuck up the furry world

[imtryingbuck]

She’s gone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 1,695

Warnings: Angst. Sad times. Swearing. Reader threatens to bite people. Children get thrown (fun) Death

Translation: мис�� мисс плохой парень - miss, miss bad guy./ ты хочешь летать? - do you want to fly? (if translations are wrong please let me know, thank you)

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6 years ago.

Fury and Maria walked into the briefing room where everyone was waiting “I’m just going to get straight to the point, an organisation going by the name of The Reapers have threatened to blow up a hospital in Russia- yes Y/n?”

“Why?”

“I was just getting to that part”

“Okay you can proceed”

“Why thank you. Now as I was saying, they want their leader to be treated for- yes Y/n?”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“You know Birdie if you stop interrupting me you might find out” Smiling sarcastically towards her.

“That’s true, continue Mr Furry” Everyone chuckles at her nickname for him.

“Their leader has a heart defect, a British heart surgeon who is the best of the best is in Russia to help out - Y/n put your hand down - they want him to be treated, they’ve been flagged up by the FBI as a terrorist organisation so obviously they’re not getting any help. Now they’re threatening to blow said hospital up, now Y/n you can ask your question”

“Why don’t they just do it and just fuck up - language I know - by putting in a teeny tiny little bomb inside of his chest, wait until he leaves and then… BAM, he dead.” She slams her hand on to the table “Ow that hurt. But anyway why don’t they just do that instead of letting hundreds of innocent people die?”

“She’s got a point” Tony agrees.

“Thanks dad” Receiving a salute as a response.

“Where will we get this teeny tiny little bomb from?” Fury asks with his arms crossed.

“Me”. Saying it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “I’ve been working on it for awhile now and it’s great, my little baby is perfect if I do say so myself” She speaks with pride lacing her voice.

“It won’t work, the FBI wants them alive so they can be questioned”

“But why? And also why are we being involved if we can’t kill them?”

“I don’t know, it makes no sense to me either and the reason why you’re being involved is to be there when they do something-“

“Oh fantastic. So we just have to wait for them to do something bad and then we can kill them”

“The girl might have a point” A voice comes from the doorway.

“Ew I’m a woman”

“Sorry, the woman might have a point”

“And who are you?” Steve asks.

“I’m Special Agent Lloyd Johansson with the FBI Counter Terrorist Unit. As I was saying this gir-woman might be on to something. Okay let’s say we have a bomb placed in him how close by does he have to be in order for it to go off?”

“I can set it off from the comfort of my bed”

“If I give the go ahead on this Fury I want her to be a member of my Unit”

Everyone was ready to protest at Agent Lloyds comment but Y/n jumped in first

“Over my dead body! No. No fucking way will I work for the FBI. Nope. No. Fury I won’t do it! I’ll eat his face off if I have to!”

The whole room fell silent at her last words.

“Okay maybe I won’t eat his face, Jesus people it was a joke! But no Larry I won’t join your unit”

“Lloyd, my names Lloyd”

“Sorry Lawrence. But no means no, thanks for playing though” 

Lloyd speaks directly to Fury “I like this one! Okay you’ve got the go ahead to plant this bomb but I will be joining you guys”

“Suit up we leave in 20 minutes” Fury says as he leaves the room.

On the quinjet 15 minutes later Fury’s telling everyone their part. Y/n was sat down and was getting her headphones out when Lloyd sits down next to her.

“Hey”

“Hi?”

“What’s your name again?”

“Natwanda”

“No it’s not” He chuckles.

“Why ask me when you already know the answer?”

“Why does Fury call you Birdie?” Lloyd asks changing the subject.

“Because I have a bird tattoo”

“Why a bird?”

“It’s free. Just like me”

“Cool so are you datin-“

“Yeah, see the guy with the metal arm who’s giving you dirty looks. Him. And he’ll break you like a pretzel”. She gets up and moves closer to Bucky.

“Like a pretzel?” Bucky chuckles.

“Yep, hey you wanna listen to some music with me?” Already handing him one of the buds.

“It’s not going to be Black Sabbath again will it?”

“Bee Gees?”

“That’s fine”

“Don’t wanna hurt your precious old man ears now do we?”

“What was that?”

“Nothing”

Touching down near the hospital, the team moved into place.

“Buck something’s not right about this…”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, something’s off”

And just as she said that all that was heard was gunshots and screams.

“Everyone move in!”

Gunfire and chaos erupted from all around as Y/n approached alongside with Bucky who was followed closely by Steve and Nat.

“Get down” Steve orders a split second before he throws his shield. “Y/n go left, Bucky go right, Nat you stick with me”

“Ay Ay Captain” Y/n salutes as she takes the left corridor.

There was way more of The Reapers than they had originally thought. As her gun gets jammed she throws it to the ground and releases her claws, trying to push The Reapers back and help getting people out as much as she could.

She had just cleared the 7th or 8th room when she heard Thor’s deep voice from the other end, as she turned to face him a huge explosion hit from her end of the corridor.

She could hear Bucky’s and Thor’s screams coming from her comms though she was to disoriented from the blast she managed to mumble out “I’m okay. I’m okay Buck I promise”.

Hearing her voice come through his comms and hearing her repeat she’s okay calmed him down. He was busy helping doctors move patient after patient out of harms way when the whole building shook. His heart jumped to his throat as he realised the explosion came from her end of the hospital.

Slowly the gunfire ceased, they all met up at the checkpoint they had agreed to. As soon as Bucky sees her he pulls her to him for a hug, checking over for injuries straight after.

“We still have kids on this side of the building we need to get out” Nat says.

“We’ll get them don’t worry. Y/n are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Someone best have a donut ready for me soon or I’m gonna start biting people”

“You and your donuts kid. C’mon let’s get to work” Tony chuckles.

A little girl no older than 8 grabbed Y/n’s attention by pulling on her arm “мисс, мисс плохой парень” pointing over to a man who had a gun pointed at Thor.

“ты хочешь летать?” She asked the little girl who just smiled and nodded, “Bucky! Catch” just as he turns around, he sees a little girl being thrown towards him.

Running towards Thor a gun is shot. Then another.

“Y/n? Y/n are you hit?” Thor panics.

“Yeah but I’ll live, he won’t though”.

“You…you took a bullet for me? What were you thinking?”

“Of course I did, and I’ll happily do it again. And Thor my love, you should know me well enough by now, I don’t think, haven’t got a brain inside my skull” Chuckling as she walks off.

“Lady Y/n you need to ge-“

“Thor I’m fine, I promise”

Going back to where she was originally at before she continued to help passing the kids in to Bucky’s waiting arms. All that was left on that side of the building was Y/n, Thor and 5 more children.

“Thor jump down next to Buck, and I’ll throw these kids at you two”

“What’s with you and throwing kids?” Bucky asked.

“It’s fun, no honestly it is and they love it. Well that little girl did anyway, come on Thor I haven’t got all day”

Thor listens to her, jumping down to stand by Bucky they both wait for these poor little children to be thrown at them. Just as she has the second to last one, a boy who looked up at her with wide brown eyes, she smiled and whispered “It’s okay”.

Holding the little boy in her arms she heard the sound of the building shifting “That’s not good” she whispered mainly to herself. “Thor! Catch!”. As soon as the child is free from her fingers the building starts to collapse.

“Y/n get out of there!” Screamed Steve.

But she couldn’t. There was another child, and there was no way on earth she would have left it behind. So she scrambled to get her, pulling the crying and terrified child into her arms she shouts over the deafening noise of bricks falling “Bucky!” As quickly as he could he hands the child over to an agent, just as they all hear one final gunshot.

Turning towards Y/n he sees her standing there with wide eyes, her mouth open and closes as she gasped for air. His blue eyes already filling with tears trail downwards until they land on the crimson circular splatter on her chest.

No one could move. Everyone was frozen.

The building came tumbling down.

“No! No! Y/n! Y/n! Baby answer me!” Bucky screamed “No no no no no” He kept repeating.

Thor gripped onto the super soldier as they both fell to their knees, holding his friend tightly in his arms as the soldier lets out gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest, screams echoing the now quiet street.

Fury drops to his knees, his trembling hands cover his head. Trying his hardest to make himself smaller.

The Avengers fall to their knees one by one with tears streaming down their cheeks. Their bodies each shook with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

Each agent of SHIELD followed suit.

Lloyd walks off and once he’s around the corner he raised both hands and says “Hail Hydra” before falling to the ground, foam pouring from his mouth.

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[wordsofhoneydew]

🌟 fic rec friday 🌟

9:42, nyu apartment by @cricketnationrise

If you’d told Alex ten years ago that he’d love being pinned to his own couch and kissed to within an inch of his life by Henry fucking Fox, he’d have laughed in your face.

on my knees (i’m aphrodite) by luisasfalsegod

“Baby, we gotta start getting ready for dinner. Ma’ is gonna kill me if I‘m not on time.” June murmurs.

“Tell me to stop and I will” Nora rasps.

June shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin. “Something tells me you don’t want me to” Nora smiles as she cocks her head.

“Oh my god” June whines.

Nora unhooks her bra, pulling it off June‘s body impatiently. She ghosts a hot breath across June‘s skin, delighting in the fact that her nipples are turning harder by the second.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Nora asks, looking up at June with serious eyes.

Or the one where June and Nora are forced to attend a state dinner at the White House when all they wanna do is fuck

You’re Gonna Go Far by @inexplicablymine

He would let the rich pavement and wide open highways take him home. Texas bluebonnet wild, cicada strong, sideways pampas grass floating freeways situated between wildfire season and the inevitable downpour of hail that tramples Mother Nature's roadside finger paintings.

But he fucking can’t.

Because New York City doesn’t have cicadas; it has cockroaches.

He can’t take the key around his neck and let it be a homing device—protective shield across his heart when he’s run out of air and the gas tank goes low.

Or, After the dust settles and the Brownstone becomes home, it should all be okay. So why does it all still feel so hard?

Is it casual now? by ncfariouvs

There are a couple things in this world that are absolutely unbearable for Alex.

The sound of her parents fighting, for one. She still remembers it, the yelling, that is. It was always so loud that even headphones couldn’t cancel out the noise.

Another thing she cannot fucking stand is when people don’t know how to make good coffee. It’s not that fucking hard.

Thirdly, people not letting her explain herself. She fucking hates being blamed for things that she didn’t do without having the chance to defend herself.

There are a couple more extreme ones, such as racists, bigots, and outright assholes…

But one thing she can’t fucking stand at this particular moment is the snobby, blonde, British girl in her English class who always has her nose stuck in a fucking book.

Henri fucking Fox.

no control (all yours) by @comethedaylight

Alex feels the first twinge in his bladder as he’s moving to the fridge to grab the water pitcher, an ache that’s sharp at first, but settles into something manageable, something almost… exciting. Like a buzz under his skin that he wants to ride out, like a high.

He’s been at this point before, after one too many coffees during late night study sessions in undergrad, too distracted by his readings to take a break, but the difference between then and now is he would just cut his losses. He’d feel that first ache and get up, bookmark his spot and nip it in the bud, but that’s not the plan tonight.

Tonight, he refills his bottle, lays back on the couch, and turns to his phone.

or alex learns something about himself while trying to learn more about his husband

no bunny compares to you by winterpine

Henry is a lot of things as a person and while much of his personality transfers over to his bunny form, his physical attributes do not. Most notably, his size.

Where Alex’s boyfriend stands tall and regal, his furry counterpart is small and fluffy, unable to summit even the most minor of obstacles.

Take their sofa, for one. Alex is watching TV and minding his own business, when he hears a steady thump from just below him. Peering over the edge of the dark cushion, he spots his boyfriend angrily pounding his back foot against the carpet.

“Ha! Is my little bun too tiny to get up here on his own?” Alex teases. He’s promptly rewarded with a whisker twitch followed by a nose scrunch. Henry is pouting and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed.

or, five times Henry shapeshifts for himself and one time he does it for Alex

never wanna stop (‘cause your taste is so divine) by strawbgrl

Henry grins in contentment and rakes his fingernails along the backs of Alex’s thighs. “There’s my good boy,” he praises. Alex muffles a whine into the bend of his elbow and Henry watches in astonishment as he relaxes against the mattress. The verbal approval settles deep in Alex’s bones. “I knew you hadn’t forgotten your manners. You just needed a bit of a reminder. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Henry gives, and Alex takes.

l’échappatoire by @anincompletelist

A sea of dark curls. Warm, kind eyes. A slanted, smiling mouth, a dimple carved into the side. One hand holding a tall, steaming coffee, the other a mug full of Henry’s favorite tea. A whisper, a brush of fingertips in the trade off. The more important details.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

It’d be something out of Henry’s most treasured fantasies if he didn’t already know they’d be the last words this man ever says.

Henry fixes anomalies in other people's timelines. It's quite predictable and impersonal work for the most part. (Save for when it seems intent on unraveling his own, of course.)

Don’t Let Them Eat Cake by Magentarivers

Something shifted in the breath between them.

"Are you going to say something sappy?”

“Maybe.” Henry grinned tightly, as though caught red handed.

“Okay good, because me too. You go first.”

It's the night after their anniversary party, and the boys just want to do what any husbands want to do. Unfortunately they are parents first.

I’ll Wait for your Love (1 day before the Reddit Post) by Swoonoveryou

Alex sends Henry flowers for their friendship anniversary. What does this mean? After all these signs, does this mean Alex could actually like him?

He thinks maybe asking the internet might help.

Vegas, Baby by @porcelainmortal

“Hold on, Nora. I need some luck.” Alex holds out his hand, a pair of dice cradled in his palm. “Blow for luck?” He winks and throws Henry a devastatingly gorgeous smile.

Henry’s breath catches in his throat but he manages to inhale sharply before blowing on the dice in Alex’s hand. Alex’s pupils dilate as his eyes are drawn to Henry’s lips. Henry feels as if time has stopped, but he can hear the people at the table still talking and the bells of the machines going off around them. Nora nudges Alex with her elbow, seeming to break the spell Henry and Alex have been under. Alex’s attention is ripped away and he turns, throwing the dice down the middle of the table.

OR, Alex & Henry meet in Vegas, get drunk, and get married. Woops.

[sammichresturant]

Longass rant about Sebastian fangirls in vrchat

sigh

i dont think i should be saying this considering what I do but hey why not rant about it ...time to paste this from my twitter im starting to hate pressure in vrchat cause I cannot go in the lobby without seeing fangirls crowded around a Sebastian impressionist like the sinister 6 HELLO? a human is being behind that screen and jsyk that's a whole ass 14 yr old ur being flirty with "but its my friend!" girlie we know you have about 14 other Sebastian va's in ur friends list ur not slick..like dawg like I said I cannot go a darn megabyte in the shop cause there's always going to be a fucking simp sticking to a Sebastian like glue. but when i try to point out the obvious they are going to try to hop on my case girl who tf r u ur literally trying to swoon a Sebastian gtfo cuz I smell the unbearable stench of cheese and everything sinister behind ur vr/pc like ur not it ??? What's worse they be ranging up to 14 to the fucking bc and ad ages like WHAT?? pdf file starter pack.. and their avatars mostly consider of some busty female/furry/md drone or the cruel mockery that happens to come close to a female, a femboy with jiggle physics and when they move one terabyte, everything starts jiggling including the world itself like okay fatty leave some room for the others while you're trying to think you appeal to the male gaze "I wanna be dommed by Sebastian" no you wanna touch some grass idiot cuz you look like you sleep in vr and hardly get off it so when you do there's going to be a fucking cartoon imprint on ur face where It once been. and when anyone gets close to said Sebastian trying to int with them they start pissing their pants and start to get rabid like "Sebastian IS MINE!"..girl you need to be euthanized cuz who r u.. second-hand embarrassment bruh you stink hop in the shower and let it soak bitch everyone's noses be in clothespins every time you walk by or speak to their matter of fact brush yo damn teeth cuz not even the British can save you now like you are DONEIONS. lowkey, this is why my friend and me talk shit about people in the background what are they gonna do..block me?? that's gonna still lead to me talking bout you...

[wilderhyperfoxations]

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[masterlovehurtssfw]

It’s not often that I post about anything other than freeuse smut here but... I thought I’d share some of the non-smut stories I’ve enjoyed reading:

Little Fuzzy by H. Beam Piper: SciFi in which tiny furry creatures that the expanding human empire can’t see as sentient at first end up being quite sentient. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0039UUBFC

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency By Douglas Adams: He solves crimes... holistically! It’s British humor, it’s fun, and you can’t go wrong with spending some time with anything Adams writes. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AYIN78A

How To Draw Anything by Mark Linley: When you don’t have “a drawing brain” but you still want to sketch out things well enough that people know what you’ve sketched out. This is the book. https://www.amazon.com/dp/0716022230

Zombie Prom by Phillip Rhoades: It has roller derby girls kicking ass and killing zombies. It’s a short book and a fun read by a little-known author. Clearly, the derby girls are a big draw for me. Same reason I wrote my derby girl stories. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08X3W17GT

Who P-P-P-Plugged Roger Rabbit (and other Roger Rabbit books) by Gary Wolf: Clearly an inspiration for my Fucking Toons story (and future stories). A world where toons and humans exist together. The movie’s version of Jessica was so great, he changed the character in future books. Eddie’s sister is even married to a toon! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B003FSU702

Various Stories by Lovecraft: Yeah, the man was not the best man and some of his writing is a little off but his monsters-outside-of-reason are great on a conceptual level and I am sure I reference some when I write alien stories or horror-themed smut. https://www.amazon.com/stores/H.P.-Lovecraft/author/B000AQ40D2

The Earthsea books by Ursula K. Le Guin: I’m sure quite a few are familiar with these. Wizards, true names, bad choices, and great character development. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1481465589

Chronicles Of Prydain by Alexander Lloyd: If you like the Earthsea books and/or Tolkien’s Middle-Earth, then you will probably also love Prydain. Don’t let the flopped Disney adaptation of The Black Cauldron fool you, these stories are fantastic! https://www.amazon.com/dp/1250000939

I might make more posts like this, from time-to-time, if you guys are interested in my non-smut interests. Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed this peek into some of what I read when I’m not writing smut :)

[dancing-to-architecture]

17 of 1001

Today's album: Super Furry Animals - Rings Around the World (2001)

Initial thoughts: I have never heard of this band. I know this because i would certainly have remembered the worst band name since hoobastank. Cool looking album cover, though.

Alternate Route to Vulcan Street-

Prettier than i was expecting, tbh. Kinda dig the spacy vibe. Singer is mumbly, but there's a lot of processing on the vocals and that's not helping matters.

Sidewalk Serfer Girl-

Oh yeah, a meaningless misspelling. Woo.

Guitar's nice and heavy but the lyrics are a jumbled and overdubbed word salad.

Chorus is catchy, but kinda stupid.

(Drawing) Rings Around the World-

Okay, the end of this song is fucking obnoxious.

Now, I honestly and without irony enjoy music that some other people have described as "truly heinous shit", but this is a very specific kind of obnoxious. Beeping and ringing noises are just irritating as hell.

Also, do *any* of their songs' lyrics mean anything?

It's Not the End of the World?-

Okay, I'm immediately made an asshole by this album, because this one is kinda sweet.

Kinda feels a bit like a slower early OK GO song, tbh.

Receptacle for the Respectable-

Credit where credit is due: that's the nicest way to call somebody a "posh cum dumpster" that I've ever seen.

[A] Touch Sensitive-

A nice spacy vibey instrumental. I kinda dig this one.

Shoot Doris Day-

Ah, fuck, he's singing some nonsensical bullshit again. It's like the kinda shit that sounds somewhat deep but then you actually read it and it's just "yeah, these words rhyme and follow the metric foot".

Miniature-

Ooh, another instrumental!

Oh, it's 40 seconds long.

And kinda just some warbles.

No Sympathy-

Sounds like it's half a country song, half an early led zeppelin song.

Reads like it was written by a pissed off 14 year old. Like, real nu-metal lyric hours over here.

The lyrics continue to be the worst part of this band.

Long outro, but it gets kinda rad at the end, not gonna lie. Almost a bit like Aphex Twin just dropping out of nowhere.

...Someone somewhere is having the absolute inverse experience as i am, just vibing for a few minutes on the meanest song I've heard in years, and then just fuckin HATING this weird IDM/psytrance outro.

Juxtapozed with U-

Japanese City Pop vibes right off the bat.

2001 autotune sounded like dogshit. Lyrics are stupid as hell, as per usual.

I will *never* not be mad at landlords, weird British guy.

Wait, *THIS* is their most-played song!? This has been played over 9 *million* times?

Who the fuck is this band for?

Are y'all okay, England?

Presidential Suite-

Oh Jesus, some goddamn Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky shit? Oh heh heh, all those drunken Russians? Yeah, fuck all the way off, ya smug shit.

I have to wonder how this guy feels about the last 8 years of UK politics. Clown shoe fits a bit different now, don't it?

Run! Christian, Run!-

What? No, this song is 8 minutes long!? Yeah, no. Fuck this.

This band sucks absolute shit and I'm bailing on this album.

Fragile Happiness-

Don't care. I read the stupid lyrics and i don't care.

How was this band popular 20 years ago? How are they popular now? Over 140,000 monthly listeners in the year of our lard Two Thousand and Twenty Three? What is wrong with you people? Who hurt you? And why are you trying to fix it with... *THIS*?

My wife's perspective: "supremely unremarkable"

Favorite Track: [A] Touch Sensitive, as it's the only one the singer didn't fuck up with his mouth.

Least Favorite Track: literally everything else.

[lesbianturtle]

my tma x sonic au is actually just going to be a really weird rewrite of sonic the hedgehog 06

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Imagine a situation in which a regular reader was thrown into the Omegaverse-

Like, they have no “scents”, no “heats”, no “instincts” of any kind relating to Omegaverse inhabitants. So they just kinda stumble around for a bit and are like “why is everyone a furry? Why are people looking at me like they should either be hungry or scared? What’s A/B/O? Who the hell are the Peacekeepers??”

Queue some Peacekeeper going all yandere over how “different” the reader is. They have no skill, instincts, nor are they even registered in government databases. Do you think poor reader has a chance of survival here? Especially with yanderes like America, England, Germany, and Japan…?

Short Answer: Hell no, and you’re smart enough to know that. But this page is dedicated to chaos and bad statistical odds.

Once the reader has been found out in the extremely short 60 seconds it took for the Peacekeepers to find them they’re taken to one of the commanding generals that uphold the rules in the Omegaverse. 

America: When you’re brought in for interrogation he’s intrigued by your lack of everything. No scent, no markings that indicate that you have an alpha. Nothing. You are an enigma. You don’t fit into one of the designed roles within the setup society. 

For hours on end, he will be circling you like a hungry wolf that is hungry for knowledge. The click of his suede oxfords taps against the concrete floor as he tries to grapple with your mere existence that doesn’t fit the realm that you’ve been unfortunate enough to fall into. His shaded blues will hover over you for countless hours as he asks you the same question over and over in a different way. 

“What are you?” America will not relent until he can obtain your loyalty. Or at least a piece of it. He’ll have you sign a contract that allows you… barley any freedom. But you take what you can get considering you have no way to get back to the alternate universe that you came from. So you have no choice but to be under the cover of the American Alpha. Who’s going to train you to be the perfect subservient Omega to him. 

(He’s also going to take a vial of your blood so he can figure out where in the hell you came from. So don’t expect him to not be curious.) 

England: When you’re brought to him he’s intrigued by you. Since he’s deeply embedded within the occult he thinks that he’s struck gold. One of his long rituals has finally worked and his family’s dark magic can have a public reputation and he can be feared in the eyes of all of the modern Alpha’s, Omega’s, Beta’s, and every other classification in between. 

“So tell me. Did some sort of demon, fae, or any other type of being, send you here?” He will question you in a mocking tone that you don’t miss but are annoyed by. He’s really sure of himself and his abilities to control any situation. Even one that involves inter-dimensional hopping. After all, he was the great British Empire. He has an unspoken need to dominate when and where ever he can. 

He’s an asshole. So he will torment you. I hope you like being electrocuted and well other standard and non-standard ways of being tortured. *cough* He puts fae curses on you. Along with other rituals, you will roll your eyes at. 

Watch me die tonight for writing that. Hahahah. 

“Where is it that you say you’re form dear? (country/ city you are from) difficult to say but that place ceased to exist years ago.” His green eyes glower with excitement and another emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

Germany: Irritated beyond belief. He’s looked through every database, library, and scoured every social media platform and still, he ended up empty-handed. He hated the feeling of having no tangible explanation for your existence. Since you:  the badass reader that you are you tell him point-blank. 

“Not from this world dude. Or dimension. Or universe. Whatever the fuck. Just untie me. Your ropes hurt like hell and I don’t intend on being there anytime soon.” You have a bored look on your face. He reminds you of another irritable German you’ve met back in your dimension. 

Germany has never once in his life heard someone speak to him like that so he freezes as the words slam through his brain. Not even America or Russia talk to him like that. And they’re equals. 

Congratulations you broke the German. XD

Flustered he will continue with his diplomatic/ commanding routine while his face is red and steam is coming out of his ears. While he also tries not to laugh at how ludicrous and unreal the situation is.

“Y/N resistance won’t save you in the Omegaverse. If you’ve truly hopped from one dimension to ze other…” 

The reality and weight of his words will settle in as he talks to you and he’s … well going to be out of commission for a little bit. You defy his logic and Germany doesn’t deal well with things that are not confined to his specific standard of rules and laws of physics. 

Japan: Much like Germany he’s not going to like the lack of explanation of your existence. You will 100% have a katana in your face within the first 30 seconds of being in a room with him. He will demand politely that you tell him how in the hell you got there. And he won’t entirely believe you when you utter the sentence: 

“Yeah, I kinda just fell from this random-ass portal that brought me here.” And considering your tone is none too pleased and comes off as extremely rude to him you’re still going to end up tied to a metal chair with a Japanese man or Alpha as he calls himself that is barely taller than you. You’re doing your best not to laugh at him and his ‘superiority’ over you. 

However to your advantage you have an ethereal beauty that Japan can not bear to part with. So he will tolerate your lack of manners. His mind, heart, body, and soul are enraptured by you. You don’t know this because he has an excellent poker face game but you get the feeling that he’s hot for you when he begins to treat you like a frail doll and prevents you from being able to have any form of freedom. Right down to the way you dress. Nothing but cute Kimonos, Hanabi, and yukata’s for you. 

“y/n I don’t think it’s possible for you to go home anymore.”

[mcmoth]

I geniunely love Dream SMP's characters, so much.... they're just, so unique???

Like, where else would I get a

1) bloodthirsty and deadpan furry who, despite his murderous tendencies, is actually usually very soft with little animals and his family and loves to farm and live a peaceful life. That is, until someone threatens him or his loved ones, as then he goes into hyperfixation mode to grind for absolute batshit amounts of war weapons and defenses, wholly prepared to blow everything to the ground;

2) British salmon-fucker who starts off a drug dealer turned revolutionary turned president, only to begin to show signs of corruption, then get cast out, upon which his mental health deteriorates until he's starting to manipulate his younger brother and ends his life by blowing up his life's worth and making his father kill him. Only, he's not gone, as he returns as a sweet amnesiac ghost who is completely oblivious (or in firm denial of) any negative thing, and spends his afterlife going around trying to cheer everyone up, even if it gets counterproductive due to him not understanding the gravity of most situations;

3) feral and loud gremlin child who's fond of minor vandalism and bad jokes, but also is determined and trusting and loyal to a fault, spending his childhood giving his all in pursuit of his and his friends' goals. Over time, he gains more and more trauma, to which he responds by running away from his problems both figuratively and literally and becoming a thieving raccoon under his big brother's, the bloodthirsty furry's, house. Almost everyone he's ever loved has betrayed him, but his life goal still remains to be an absolute annoyance to everyone around him and continue fighting for what is his.

4) tired father of three (or four?) who shows clear favouritism and regards the world with a detachment and amusement akin to an aloof god. Which makes for kind of a really shitty father to most of his kids, but hey, he probably just has no fucking idea what's going on most of the time, or maybe he just doesn't care. Ultimately, if the bloodthirsty son is happy, he's happy. Oh, also, he's Urahara Kisuke.

5) young boy who liked bees and playing a lawyer and getting into different personas and eating toxic fish and goofing off with his best friend, ready to offer help at any time, until the wars started and he was forced to grow up and fulfill his various roles, in the end being put as a president of a destroyed country, his cabinet full of people who suffered under the same tyrannical ruler as him, which leads to him progressively abandoning his very peaceful ways as he repeats the actions of the previous oppressive president. He misses his best friend, his biggest regret being casting him out in the name of his duties;

6) furry in denial who is part fox, part man, part fridge, who has a lot of daddy issues and likes to use arson and pranks as coping methods. He is so tired and wants to just prove himself and get a parent. Also, either he is engaged to god, or he has a massive crush on god, who very bashfully and hesitantly sometimes reciprocates. Despite the fact that... you know... the god has threatened everyone and everything that he cares about.

And more....

[iamapoopmuffin]

Teen Titans Episodes Explained Badly

Divide And Conquer: Aight, first thing to establish here, you take any one Titan out of the equation and the entire team is fucked, thank you and goodnight.

Sisters: If you ever wanted to get your sibling arrested, here’s a handy dandy guide on how!

Final Exam: “Did you order a crack team of ace assassins?” “No.” “Great, here you go!”

Forces Of Nature: Some old dude convinces two teenagers who have never heard of stranger danger to start some fires

The Sum Of His Parts: Reject humanity return to robot

Nevermore: Journey to the centre of Raven’s brain

Switched: Anatomically accurate puppets give way to your classic body switch storyline

Deep Six: Beast Boy vs a hot guy. The Titans get wet.

Masks: A secret identity within a secret identity

Mad Mod: A cheerful reminder that school sucks and is full of creepy people. Also never trust British people.

Car Trouble: I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I st

Apprentice - Part 1: Slade, a bitter divorced father, hasn’t seen his children in a long time so he steals one of Batman’s children.

Apprentice - Part 2: Robin does not want to be Slade’s son

How Long Is Forever?: Back to the future

Every Dog Has His Day: I heard you like dogs so I traded your dog for a dog. Also if it’s green, it will love annoying Raven.

Terra: The Titans let a homeless girl crash on their couch and she tracks mud everywhere

Only Human: Atlas’ entire life is this one video game and he probably lives in his mother’s basement

Fear Itself: Have your nightmares ever come alive and tried to kill everyone you care about? W̶̢̧̖͚͎̙̗̰̦̹̏͗̽͊̒̊̂͐̏̏͒̌͠ͅỏ̸̢̥̻̑̌͑́̏̓̈͐͜͝ų̷̭̫͙̘͕̣̏̑͂̍̈̋̽̍l̸͖̙̭̩̘̩͇̱͎͑̌d̶̡̧̡̛͎̪̳̰͉͖̠͈̗̽̃̎̏͑̈́͊̚͝ ̶͖̞̅̂͌̅̏y̶̖̯̮̩͈̻̹̣͆o̶̙̰̽͆̆̔̿̂͠u̵̡̫̩̹̅̄́̅̈́͆̾̉̀̐̌̂̚ ̶̨̢̛̥̺͍͙͎̥̣̼͇̲̞̳̄́̂̇̉ͅl̵̮̿i̵̢̢̛̹̞͕̲͐̈́͜k̵̡̺̏̊͌̿͊͆́̅̍̂͑̕͘͝ͅe̵̛͇̕ ̶̧̧̨̟̺͍̞̤̱̗̲̦̺̹̌͂̏̀̌͌̚ţ̶̫̞̣̬̣̜̙͛̓̂̋̀̍̀̏͐̇͒ͅh̴̢̧̡̭̭̱̙͙̼̊͌̅̋̎͊̉̓̓̚͜͝e̴̥̩̩͔̰̫͆̇̇̐̂͛̊́̀m̴̡͇̀̊ ̷̦͚̖̯̌͛́̄̔̄t̶̢̤̫̰̲̖͚̗̜͔̫̫̖͚̿̓̑ͅo̴͂̆̅͛͐̈̐̈́͒̽͠��̳̹͎̗͍̜?̶̨͖̲͈̩̲͎͍̪͇̤̺͑̾̇͂̆̾̈̈́̅̅

Date With Destiny: Sexual harassment ft. moths

Transformation: Puberty. That’s it, that’s the episode.

Titan Rising: Homeless girl joins team and doesn’t track as much mud around the house this time.

Winner Take All: Overgrown furry gremlin thing makes kids fight each other then shoves them inside a necklace

Betrayal: Bitter divorced dad ruins teenagers’ date

Fractured: Being from another dimension appears and accidentally turns the world into a crayon drawing

Aftershock - Part 1: Terra is evil? Terra is unyielding? I’m packing my little rucksack-

Aftershock - Part 2: You thought everyone was dead but no, they’re fine...wait, a volcano is erupting-

Deception: Cyborg goes back to school but it’s evil school

X: When your evil alter ego suddenly becomes a person in its own right.

Betrothed: Never let your sister plan your wedding

Crash: Get sick, eat everything.

Haunted: Robin gets poisoned and hallucinates vividly.

Spellbound: The dangers of getting way too attached to a character in one of your books

Revolution: History lesson on crack

Wavelength: Evil Academy 2 Electric Boogaloo.

The Beast Within: Reject humanity return to Bigfoot.

Can I Keep Him?: Please do not feed your silk worms mysterious alien goo.

Bunny Raven...Or...How To Make A Titanimal Disappear: “Hey kid, you wanna see a magic trick?”

Titans East - Part 1: A new Titans team but Brother Blood wants to make it Evil Academy 3 Steel City Drift

Titans East - Part 2: Hypnotism and violence. I hope you kids like the threat of death!

Episode 257-494: Fat nerd escapes into TV and becomes James Bond

The Quest: Robin gets advice from some talking animals

Birthmark: Slade is never getting invited to another birthday party.

Cyborg The Barbarian: Back To The Future but it’s the film where they end up way in the past. Cyborg falls for a dead girl. This boy is really not lucky in love.

Employee Of The Month: Beast Boy gets a job working for a talking cube.

Troq: The Titans help an intergalactic racist and don’t question it when he states they need to commit mass genocide for the good of the universe.

The Prophecy: Oh yeah also the world is about to end lol

Stranded: “Well thank fuck this planet happens to have an atmosphere we can all survive in.”

Overdrive: “I’ve started a gang. The current members are me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.”

Mother Mae-Eye: Overbearing parent simulator

The End - Part 1: Satan comes to visit his daughter and burn everything.

The End - Part 2: Everything is on fire.

The End - Part 3: Raven tells her dad to fuck off.

Homecoming - Part 1: Meet The Parents, Beast Boy edition

Homecoming - Part 2: What would you give up to chase down a team led by a homosexual brain in a jar and his monkey boyfriend?

Trust: Madame Rouge melts in direct sunlight.

For Real: You ordered the Teen Titans, but we didn’t have it in stock. We’ve substituted and price matched Titans East, now without hypnotism.

Snowblind: Starfire helps Captain Russia™ face his radioactive personal demons

Kole: Jurassic Park but nobody gets eaten

Hide And Seek: Would you rather fight a giant gorilla or babysit children? Quickly now, we don’t have much time.

Lightspeed: No Teen Titans here, just bad guys and even worse flirting.

Revved Up: Basically Wacky Races.

Go!: “This is the story of how we met. Except I tell it better than Robin does, my version has pirates!” “God damn it, Beast Boy-”

Calling All Titans!: “Here’s every single hero we could get the rights to for this. We sure hope no-one’s got any evil plans for all of them...”

Titans Together: Oops, evil won. SIKE!

Things Change: Beast Boy harasses the fuck out of a girl who looks like his ex.

The Lost Episode: I hope you like music, ft. don’t trust British people 2 electric boogaloo.

[i-ate-your-kneecaps]

Dream SMP Summarized by Someone Who Has Watched Exactly 15 Seconds of a Stream

People:

Dream - Green Man. Married the fox. In jail. Has Jschlatt’s book? George - Clout Goggles. In love with Green Man? Wilbur - In Love With An E-Girl. Founder of L’Manberg. Fucked a fish and out popped Fundy. Tommy: British man. Likes disks. Died at the hands of Dream’s potato. Tubbo: Likes bees. Green shirt. Tried to blow up L’Manberg? Fundy: Trans Rights Fox. Son of Wilbur and Sally the Salmon. Furry?? Ranboo: Full body split dye. Likes Starkid (mad props!!!). Ran for President of L’Manberg? Jschlatt: Has a gun. Beard. Gave Dream book. Dead? Technoblade: Patron saint of lesbians. Pig. Eret: Bisexual. Strawberry dress. Very swaggy!!! Nikki: Bisexual. Got her fox killed. Part of L’Manberg? Wars:

Disc Wars (Dream vs. Tommy): Dream wanted to be a powerful little man, but Tommy was standing in his way. So he tried to steal Tommy’s fancy boy discs. But Tommy didn’t like that. L’Manberg: Wilbur has a bunch of friends. They made a country in the SMP. But Dream didn’t like that. So there was a war. A big, big war. Tommy shoves Dream: Idk man Tommy pushed Dream off a bridge. Prision: Dream did something, as usual. But this time, so did Tommy. So they were in jail. Dream was a bitch, so he killed Tommy with a potato. Then, Tommy tried to kill Dream. But, lo and behold, Dream had a book. The book that could bring back Wilbur. So Tommy called L’Manburg and they took the book to bring back Wilbur. Popular Ships

DreamNotFound: George and Dream is in luv? Dream x Fundy: Green Man and Trans Rights Fox got married in canon. Wilbur x Sally: Their child is the Trans Rights Fox. Wilbur x E-Girl: Who is the e-girl? Is she Sally? The world may never know. Cake x Cat: I think they’re dating Things The Fandom Enjoys Doing:

1. Harassing the creators if they don’t say their OTP is canon 2. Editing Dream’s icon to be weird shit 3. Drawing fanart of literal fucking block people having sex 4. Looking at the picture of Jschlatt where he says “I <3 Gay Porn” 5. Singing Wilbur’s songs way too much

THE END

[love-songs-for-emma]

2012 buzzwords and phrases

nutella

one direction video diaries

dan & phil radio show on BBC1

"rose tyler, i-"

mishapocalypse

covering things in patterned duck tape (tie dye, lime green/pink arrows, that terrible purple)

oovoo/skype video calls<33

roblox dot com "can i haz chez burger too?"

o.O xD :3 (:

frantically skipping over fucked up shit on omegle (we should Not have been able to access this site)

using twitter to tweet shit like "@NIALLHORAN I LOVE YOU!!!!" >>0 likes 0 retweets 5 followers (best friend, internet friend, internet friend, & two porn bots)

tumblr girl

#justgirlythings

unironically saying "I'm not like other girls" "EPIC" "ROFLCOPTER"

troll face rage comic

top text bottom text memes

"shut up and take my money!"

desperately wanting those mini polaroid cameras

mario galaxy 2!!!!

mindlessly playing the wii/wiiu for hours on urs or ur best friend's couch

(for americans spec:) that random obsession with british people and drinking tea???

2012 mayan calendar ending,, the end of the world!!

(spec to east coast US+) hurricane irene & hurricane sandy on halloween

hot topic thick rubber bracelets

walking around ur local mall for hours w/ like 3 friends, just to end up buying over-priced taco bell in the food court

high top converse!!!!

colored skinny jeans!! (bright red w/ suspenders & a striped t-shirt, the louis tomlinson look)

"hug me" t-shirts (ty niall horan:/)

black & white checkered studded belts, seatbelt-looking belts

the cinnamon challenge

kony 2012

starting a youtube channel on ur own and/or with ur best friend (only to forget the password & nvr come back to it)

hobbies?? outside of school?? (i.e. dance class, musical theater, gymnastics, tennis, horseback riding, baton twirling (why is it always baton twirling), etc.)

boyscouts/girlscouts (wasn't me but i Saw y'all)

the scary maze game

making cringe 4 panel memes of urself to post on this new app called instagram ("hey um.... >~<" "did you know that..." "like..." "you're really beautiful :)")

science side of tumblr

superwholockian

"you were the bravest man i ever knew, the most human... human being i ever met" (if u dont still cry ur lying)

"okay?" "okay." or,, throwing tfios when reading The Part

the green brothers!! & vidcon!!

jennamarbles (i miss her sm & i hope she's happy & safe & doing SO well) & her spiderman poster

"what boys are like" "what girls are like" YouTube videos

slenderman

the maximum ride series/reading anything by james patternson

/reading late into the night

camp, sleep-away camp, babysitting or being babysat while ur friends/ur parent(s) worked in the summer bc u couldn't stay home alone (this prob isn't 2012 specific but it is to ME)

or,, staying home alone

& listening to music so loudly????

hiding headphone wires up ur sleeve to listen to music in class

going to "the computer room" in urs or ur friends house (bonus points if it was in their basement, u had to share it with siblings, and/or ur/their dad would kick u off it to idk check his email)

divorce qkjxsjjdkd (again,, prob not 2012 specific but LMAO)

three way calls on The House Phone

calling ur friends house & saying, "hi. this is x, is y there?"

hand games, like quack dilly oso & concentration 64 (do ppl still play these ones in particular)

"IMA FYARIN MAH LAZER BLARGH!" "doctor octogonopus BLAH!" (i.e.,,, the laser collection)

the asdf movie(s)

charlie the unicorn, llamas with hats

fedoras...... unironically my beloved..........

y'all think furries are bad?? remember bronies??

i'm yours by jason mraz, someone like you by adele, hey soul sister by train being the only songs that exist

bangin' ur ankle with ur metal razor scooter,, those soft grips on the handle bars, pressin' in the lil metal buttons to twist & push out the handles for some reason

comedy central: tosh.0, its always sunny in philadephia, south park, etc.

THE GREATEST FREAKOUT EVER!!!! (vid where guy shoves remote up his ass bc his mom canceled his WOW account)

[lemonerix]

You Dropped This

Day 4: Free day/Nautical AU Word count: 3465

His eyes mirrored the blue waves of the ocean, he kicked the wet sand beneath his foot. He watched as his footprints dissolved as the tide came and went. The rhythm of the waves as they crashed onto shore filled his eardrums, the cold wind stinging his face and the scent of salt was the only thing he could smell; he always found the sea to be calming. Whenever he felt upset, he would always find himself walking his problems away on the beach, letting the waves erase it just as it would with his footprints on the shore.

Alfred sighed as a relieved grin stretched on his face. He could feel his worries get washed away by the sea, at least, for the meantime. He knew that he can’t run away from the real world forever, so he enjoyed the little time he had away from it. He watched seagulls and pelicans fly above him, he watched a small crab as it made its way into the water, his eyes raked around his surroundings before they fell on an odd sight.

A man sat on the sand just a few yards away from him. He was half-dressed, with only his trunks on. “A swimmer who likes cold waters, probably?” Alfred thought as he slowly approached the man. The man did not notice his presence at first, only when Alfred was a few feet away from him did he realize that he was not alone. The man was alarmed when he realized that a person was approaching him, his hand flew to the furry cloak beside him. He was about to run into the water when he recognized who the man approaching him was. He immediately felt relieved, it was just Alfred. Then panic filled him, it was Alfred!  

“Um, hey bro, you okay?” Alfred asked the stranger on the beach. His lips quivered before answering the American, “I’m…I’m good.” He cleared his throat, “I’m alright.” 

Arthur hoped that he didn’t sound so stupid in front of him. It’s not like Alfred knew him or anything, so why should he feel so self-conscious around him? Oh yeah, because of the fact that he had a huge crush on the American. Also, the fact that he had practically stalked him ever since he first came to the beach. Arthur wasn’t really human, because if he was, then he would’ve already gotten caught in the past. He was a selkie, a creature than can morph into a human being by taking off their seal-skin. The first time he saw Alfred was three years ago. Back then, Arthur had no interest in going on land (except for the thing called ‘tea’. It was the only reason why he even took off his skin in the first place), but when he saw Alfred walking on the beach with a lonely expression, he became curious. It wasn’t the first time he encountered a human, but it was the only time he paid attention to one. 

For three years, he watched Alfred behind beach rocks, from afar, and sometimes as a seal swimming in shallow waters. Each time Alfred came back to that beach, Arthur would always find himself watching him and grow even more curious. He wanted to know his name, who he was, where he came from, what was his favorite type of fish was, and the like.  There was just something curious about the human that he wanted to find out, and before he knew it, he had developed something else other than curiosity for the man.

“I…I should go.” Arthur stood up and briskly walked away before the other man could say anything else. Alfred thought that the man was strange, a little reluctant too, before he noticed the cloak lying on the ground. “Hey!” he yelled, “I think you dropped this!” he raised the furry cloak above his head. Arthur turned around and felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Oh no…” he whispered to himself. Alfred waved the seal-skin around like a flag, he said something else to the selkie, but he barely registered them. 

He has my skin. He is holding my skin in his hands.

Those words were the only things going on through his mind, he slowly walked back to Alfred. He could feel his cheeks burning as he approached the man, his heart hammered in his chest as he stood before the American. “You dropped this.” Alfred said as he handed the selkie his skin. Arthur refused to look at the human, he was embarrassed to the point where he wanted to curl up in a hole and die. He knew what it meant when a human takes the skin of a selkie, if only he wasn’t careless, he wouldn’t have gotten himself betrothed to a human. “Th…thank you.” He stuttered, wondering if he should tell the American what he had done. Alfred flashed him a grin, “You’re welcome dude. That’s some strange towel you have there.” He remarked.

“It’s not…nevermind.” He wrung the skin on his hands, now nervous that the human might think of him as strange. He was quiet until Alfred asked him another question, “So, what brings you here to the harsh beaches of the British Isles?”

“Wh…what?”

“What are you doing here, dude? You a swimmer?”

Arthur’s mind was racing, he couldn’t almost understand the human. He’s quite talented with the human language, but he somehow found himself speechless in front of Alfred. His mouth opened and closed like a fish before he could reply, “Swimming. Yeah, something like that. I swim.”

You’re brilliant, Arthur. Fucking brilliant.

“That’s cool.” Alfred flashed a grin. He was screaming internally behind his smile. This stranger on the beach was the most gorgeous creature he has ever laid his eyes on. He’s seen pretty faces before, but damn; this guy seemed like he was pulled out of a fairytale. There was a peculiar aura surrounding the strange man, he was like a mystery begging to be solved by Alfred.

“What…what about you?” the man stuttered out, “What brings you here to the beach?” 

“Well,” Alfred scratched his head, “I just like to walk my problems off here. The sea makes me calm, and helps me escape from the harsh reality of life.” The selkie only nodded at his statement. The two of them stood awkwardly there for another minute before Arthur gave the human a quick farewell and fled. Alfred tried to call out to him, but he was too far away. He sighed and kicked the sand beneath him.

“Damn, I didn’t even get to catch his name.”

.

A week later, Alfred found himself walking along the beach where he first met the strange man. He couldn’t stop thinking about the weird encounter he had on that beach. He hoped that he could see him again if he went back there, maybe even catch his name and get a date for the weekend.

The cold sea water lapped at his feet as he strolled along the shore, he kept on looking around him to see if he could find the nameless man again.

Seagulls. Sand. Seagulls. Water. Man. Rocks. Seagulls.

His eyes focused on the man sitting on top of the rocks, he recognized him immediately. The familiar mop of blonde hair and soft green eyes that held mysterious beauty wasn’t easy to forget. Alfred practically ran towards the rocks, “Hey!” he shouted, getting the attention of the peculiar man. Arthur stared at the human as he ran across the beach towards him. He didn’t feel scared, but he was a little nervous about the American. He didn’t want him to find out that he was a selkie, he might never return to the beach and probably be scared of him. He’ll try to play it cool and pretend that he is human, if he could do that, then he could marry him.

The thing about selkies is that if their skin is taken from them, they either have to marry their betrothed or die of a curse. He’d rather marry the human, because the curse is the most painful way a selkie could perish. It’s not his fault that things are supposed to be this way, selkies don’t make the rules after all. Alfred stopped by the rocks, he and the selkie stared at each other for a few moments before the American cleared his throat, “I didn’t catch your name, last time we met.”

Arthur’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He mumbled out a few words, and cleared his throat, “I…My name is Arthur.” He looked away, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Nice to meet you Arthur. I’m Alfred.” The American felt himself blush, he suddenly felt nervous for some reason. The man’s strange beauty was forever burned into his mind, he knew that he had to at least try to talk him up if he wanted to get an easy score, but the words became jumbled in his mouth. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or else one thing would lead to another and he might end up never seeing Arthur again. 

“Thank you again for returning my…towel.” The selkie said quietly. Alfred barely heard him over the wind and waves, but he saw gratitude gleaming in Arthur’s eyes. “You’re welcome, dude.” He smiled. Nothing happened for a few minutes, until the selkie jumped off from his rock and strode towards the human. The American was confused for a moment, did he do something wrong that made Arthur upset? Arthur closed the space between them until their noses were almost touching, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the human.

If only I wasn’t careless…If only I didn’t get to meet him…I wouldn’t be in this mess right now!

Alfred gazed into eyes green like malachite gems, he could feel his heartbeat quicken. “Arthur, wha—?” he never finished what he was going to say because Arthur smashed his lips on the American’s mouth. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds before the selkie pulled away and glared at Alfred, who was still trying to process what just happened. “Damn you!” Arthur hissed, “Damn you for being so nice and kind!”

Alfred frowned, “What? I was just trying to help you. Do you have something against nice people bro?” by then, he wasn’t sure if he should’ve helped him out in the first place. He probably shouldn’t have judged the book by its cover. Arthur let out a groan of frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose and silently cursed himself.

Hey, what part of “playing it cool” did you not understand? I thought you were smarter than that.

He scolded himself for panicking. Why did he even panic in the first place? Arthur turned scarlet, he wished that whatever deity was out there would strike him down right there and then. “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… to do that.” He stammered, “Just forget that I ever did that. Forget you ever met me.” He began to walk away, thinking that maybe dying of a curse isn’t so bad after all. Alfred grabbed his wrist and yanked him back, “Oh, ya ain’t going anywhere until you explain yourself!” The selkie let out a cry, he was face to face with Alfred once again. “Hey, let go of me!” He tried to pull away, but the human’s grip was strong. “Not until you tell me what’s going on!”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because…because if I did…” Alfred heard a sob from the selkie, “You’d stop coming back, and…and I wouldn’t be able to…I don’t want to…” Arthur spoke brokenly, tears streamed down his cheeks. Alfred felt guilt climbing up his throat, he loosened his hand on the other’s arm. “Oh, god. I’m…I’m so sorry—!” And in that moment, Arthur took the chance to escape. He ran towards the rocks to retrieve his skin; he didn’t notice Alfred following behind him. Just as he was about to put it on, the human caught up with him and his eyes widened at the sight. “Arthur!” Alfred reached out his hand towards him, but was too late. The last thing the human saw was the tail of a very large seal as it jumped into the cold waters.

.

Alfred knew what he saw, but he did not want to believe it. He saw Arthur’s pale face before he turned into a seal, and disappear into the ocean. He wanted to believe that he was just hallucinating, that what he saw was some kind of schizophrenic episode. Deep down however, he knew that what his eyes saw was true. He knew that Arthur was real. He did a little bit of research about human-seal creatures and stumbled upon the folktale of the selkie. That’s how he found out what Arthur really was, and why he was so upset at him. He didn’t know back then that taking a selkie’s skin meant that he was proposing to him, now he felt flustered whenever he thought of Arthur.

For the past six months, he had visited the beach where he last saw Arthur but he never saw him there again. He wrote letters and put them inside bottles, then he threw them into the ocean to be dragged away by the currents. A bit cliché, but he had no other way of communicating with the selkie. He waited for his reply patiently.

He visited the beach every day, he would even camp out at night at the beach when the winds were harsh and the temperature was almost freezing. He waited for days, weeks, and months, but he did not waver. It was almost a year since he last saw Arthur, but his memory still felt like it all happened yesterday. Alfred could still hear his voice, he could still picture his eyes, green as ever, his wheaten hair, his cold skin, his warm lips, everything about him that he noticed during the two times they encountered. He wanted to see Arthur, no, he needed to see Arthur. He was ready to wait for a hundred years as long as he saw the one who captured his heart, even if it was just for one last time.

.

A storm was brewing over the ocean, the winds were almost unforgiving that morning. Alfred went to the beach despite the brewing storm, the wind and rain didn’t bother him anyway. The beach was more colorless than usual days, the waves were grey, and the dreary atmosphere made the whole beach feel depressing. He scanned the familiar surroundings, hoping to at least find something different, and something different he found. Bottles littered the shore, most had barnacles and corals growing on them, and they led to the rocks where he last saw him. Alfred ran as fast as his legs could go, the wind and rain stung his face like a million needles but he did not pay attention to the pain. He almost tripped over the bottles and rocks in the sand, he was almost at the rocks.

Please, please, please. Please be here.

He felt disappointed when he only saw more glass bottles, the adrenaline he felt slowly disappeared. 

Maybe I am going nuts. Why did I expect him to come back? He’s just a figment of my imagination, I just made him up.

Alfred fell on his knees.

I just made him up because I wanted to escape reality so bad.

He could see his tears blurring his eyes.

But why does he feel so real?

He let out a cry, and became a sobbing mess. The weather seemed to feel his sadness, the winds picked up and heavy rain fell from the dark clouds. He cried out in frustration, loneliness, and hopelessness. The sea cried with him. He almost missed the soft voice that called out to him.

“Alfred.”

He gasped and searched around him, then his gaze landed on the familiar figure atop the rocks. Arthur gave him a sad smile and jumped off the rock. The American was frozen in place, he was wondering if the cold was making him delirious or that he had finally gone nuts. The selkie slowly approached him, in his hands were some of the hundreds of letters Alfred threw into the sea. The papers were wet and torn, the ink had already smeared some of the words, making them almost unreadable, but Arthur held onto them like a lifeline. "Arthur." the human said breathlessly, he couldn't believe his eyes. After almost a year of yearning and waiting, the moment he longed for was finally here. But he didn't know what to do, all he did was wait and wait, and he didn't know what would happen when they would meet again. 

The selkie stood right in front of him, the sad smile on his lips never leaving his face. Alfred muttered his name once again, he stepped closer until the two were mere inches apart. Arthur looked up to him, "You look tired." he said, placing a hand on the human's cheek. "I'm sorry." he rubbed his hand over the warm skin. "Where...where were you? I waited for you everyday, I wrote you letters—"

"I know. I've read them all." Arthur interrupted.

"Then...then, why? Why did you make me wait? Why didn't you come back—!"

"I was scared, Alfred." The selkie cut him off once again. Alfred couldn't think of anything to say back, so he waited for him to continue. "I was...I was afraid, that you'd reject me. That you'd stop coming back, that you'd never show yourself to me ever again." Arthur confessed, his voice was brittle but his smile never wavered. 

"That's what I have been thinking of everyday, it ate me from the inside." He softly chuckled, "I guess I was wrong. Despite knowing who I really am, you still came back and looked for me, you waited day and night." his grip tightened on the tattered papers in his hands, "I feel terrible. If only I had been more braver, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe, we could've worked." he laughed bitterly. His laughter was interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest, he winced and crumpled to the ground. "Shit, Arthur!" Alfred caught the selkie in his arms, surprised at the touch of his freezing skin. 

"Alfred..." His voice was weak and almost inaudible in the storm, The Curse was slowly killing him from the inside, it was the most painful thing he ever felt. He heaved and sobbed, he curled into Alfred's chest. "Arthur, hey, hey, hey! C'mon, wake up!" he shook the selkie's bare shoulder, his skin was pasty and unaturally pale. The other only moaned in response, he could feel The Curse eating away his insides and skin. The American kept calling Arthur's name, he tried to keep him awake by shaking him occasionally.

The storm raged around them, wind and rain blew against the two of them. The letters in Arthur's hand were long gone, drenched by the rain and blown away by the wind. The selkie only felt numbness below his knees, but he felt Alfred's warm embrace, it felt heavenly. He had so much more to say to the human, but he knew he had little time left. "Alfred..." His voice was almost a whisper, "Yeah? What is it, Arthur?" the other man asked breathlessly, he stroked the selkie's wet hair. 

"Promise me..." He croaked, "Please, promise me."

"Yeah, I promise. What is it that you want me to promise you?"

"When...when I'm reborn. When we meet again...please, marry me." Alfred's eyes widened, before turning soft as he gazed down at Arthur. He nodded, "Yeah," he kissed the selkie's forehead, "I'll wait for that day. And when that day comes, I am going to marry you." 

Arthur's half-opened eyes shone with tears, "I wish we had more time..." he leaned into Alfred, who nodded in agreement. They stayed that way until Arthur was nothing but sea foam. The storm stopped just as he disappeared. Alfred cradled nothing in his arms, but he imagined that the selkie's form was still curled around him. He was wet, cold and lost. What was he supposed to do now? Should he move on?

Maybe. I don't think I would ever forget something like this though. 

He left the rocks, and the beach behind. He stopped waiting by the sea everyday, he stopped writing letters and stopped going to the beach whenever he felt upset. Arthur would cross his mind every now and then, and he would always end up thinking that if he had done things differently, took all the risks and had been more confident, maybe he could've scored an easy date that weekend.

***

I did a few changes to the folktale for the sake of the plot. I kinda rushed this one too, I've been busy the past couple of days. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed the story!

[seesgood]

HEY RPC !  sometimes people get bored. sometimes bored people do stupid shit, like spread hate, gossip, make stupid lists, burn blogs, other numerous things that do not, uh, spark joy. but no worries, because i have made a list here of things that you can do INSTEAD of spreading hate, drama, and causing people pain.

have you heard of plogging? plogging is like jogging ( or walking. )  except while you do it you pick up some trash off the side of the road! good for you, good for the trees, good for the air, good all around. 

go for a walk! it’s great! air! 

pet your dog / cat / chinchilla / guinea pig / hamster / bunny / etc. pet your fish too if you must, though they might not like it.

read a book! there are so, so many. literally so many books.

if you’re struggling yourself, go to psychologytoday and find a therapist that works for you

send some people nice messages to make their day happier, reach out to  some friends, check up on people you haven’t talked to in awhile

have you tried pinterest? it’s freaking awesome. you can spend hours there.

write your list, your negative thought, your hate, let it exit your body onto paper and then when you’re done, read it, have a moment where you debate “is this me? is this what i want to put into the world?” if it’s not, burn it! fire is fun. fire is great. ( small fires, not big fires, one is fun and one is illegal and dangerous, anyway. ) 

if it is something you decide you want to be known for, i would recommend talking to a loved one, professional, or furry friend.

take a shower / bath WITH CANDLES, aromatherapy! fire! relaxation! 

if you believe that someone is genuinely, truly a threat to this community and this world --- report them to tumblr staff. it is not your job to play the town crier, it is not your job to “warn” people. you will only do further damage. if you feel trapped, if you feel alone, if you feel victimized --- your feelings are still valid, and you should talk to someone. get to the root of it. do something that makes you feel better and get the help you need, it’s important.

you probably have a park or forest preserve near you, you should check it out. nature is really pretty.

clean things! it’s oddly therapeutic.

watch the great british bake off.

make random as fuck positivity posts about random as fuck things and put some GOOD things on the dash! 

go reblog promos / talk about / spread the word about people / blogs that YOU love and YOU think are doing A GREAT JOB and you want people to know about, that’s the list i wanna read.

literally 800 other things that involve taking care of you, your people, your world, and those around you and won’t bring unnecessary pain, anxiety, sadness, etc to others.

[poisonivysparks]

He’s a She? {Peter Maximoff X Reader}

People parted around me while the chains,  that had been forcefully put on me and my big hellhound, Ash, rattled on the wooden floors of the mansion. I snarled and growled at the onlookers, them backing away even more once they saw the mark that I had made on the furry blue guy, he was obviously pissed at me.

They whispered and pointed when they noticed the blood dribbling out from the bottom of the muzzle, the blood had taken over my sense of taste and my sense of smell. Ash had been growling and trying to bite anybody who even looked at him, even though he also had a muzzle on.

We walked into an office, where a bald guy was sitting calmly at his desk. The blue furry guy shut the door, still absolutely pissed. He was kind of a fun guy to piss off. Quickly, he took off my muzzle, and I tried to bite him again.

“God damn, you’re violent.” He mumbled as I sat there, knowing that they were both out of biting reach. Spirits were absolutely everywhere in this place, adults and children alike.

“What’s your name?” Baldy said with a distinct British accent. “I am Professor Charles Xavier.”

“People call me Hades, but I’d never tell you people my name.” I spat, crossing my arms.

“Alright, Hades, where did you come from?” He asked, putting his elbows up on the desk.

“I broke out of a facility, it’s as easy as that. I found somebody who took care of me, he taught me things, how to fight and use my powers. I was his partner, and he was mine. I ran away about a year ago and started causing some chaos of my own.” I explained simply.

“Who was your mentor?” He asked, eyes widening.

“Erik, Erik Lehnsherr,” I told them as Charles shared an alarmed look with Hank.

“You know Erik?” They both asked in sync.

“Did I not just say that?” I said harshly, trying to get out of my chains.

“You’ll just hurt yourself doing that.” He told me, “Hank, will you take him down to the basement?”

I almost interjected, since I was not a guy, but decided against it, I could ride this out as long as I wanted.

‘Hank’ put the muzzle back on me and walked us down to an elevator, people just stared while I snapped and growled at them.

The ride down was incredibly awkward, except for the sounds of me kicking him once in awhile. He growled at me a little bit, and I laughed at his reaction.

“You really like pissing me off, don’t you?” He asked me as I pointed to the muzzle.

“I’ll stop if you take it off. I won’t bite you, I promise.” My voice came out very muffled, but he heard it. The stupid muzzle was starting to dig into my face.

“You do realise that if you make a move, I will be putting this thing back on.” He told me, unhooking the back of the muzzle.

“Thank fuck.” I swore, bringing my hands up to my face and trying to relax the tight muscles in my face. I felt like a prisoner in the chains and shackles and Ash probably did too. I didn’t try anything, since I didn’t want to get in trouble with him, maybe he could be a good ally.

We walked down numerous halls, so many that I had no idea where I was anymore. He ended up putting me in a bright, white room, with padded walls, it looked like something for a psycho.

“How long are we going to be in here for?” I asked him while he unlocked our chains and Ash’s muzzle.

“Hey, boy.” I pet him while he nuzzled into my chest and licked my face, the fact that he was made of fire and bones, didn’t bother me whatsoever. His lava drool didn’t bother me either.

“The boy and his dog.” He chuckled bitterly and closed the door, leaving me and Ash alone.

I stayed in there for barely more than a week when my sanity started crumbling. I didn’t want to be in there anymore. I could see that I was fed lies by my teacher, all he wanted to do was kill all of the humans and take over the world, and I was a part of that. They were good, Hank was good, and I bit him, Charles was good, and I was rude to him. I wanted to be like them, they had good morals, and they were good.

They gave me three meals a day and I talked with one of the three teachers who came for about fifteen minutes each meal.

“Hank? Is that you?” I asked as somebody opened the door and slid some breakfast to me and Ash.

“Yeah, do you need something, Hades? It’s Thanksgiving.” He said, an undertone of cheerfulness in his voice.

“I want to come outside, out there. I want to be like you guys. I want to be good, I was brainwashed and I see that now. Please, I won’t bite anybody, I’m going crazy in here, Hank. Just let me out for the day, see how I do, please.” I pleaded, choking up a little, but not crying.

“I’d have to talk with Charles about it.”

“Send him down here, please, I’ll do anything.” I pleaded with him.

“I’ll do that, I’m sure he’ll say you can, it is a holiday.” I heard him walking away.

“Thank you, Hank!” I yelled to him, happily

When Hank came back with Charles and I explained how I wanted to be good and how I had been brainwashed.

“If nothing happens in the next 24 hours and you keep your dog under control, we could let you live up in the dorms and take classes.” He said positively and I talked to Ash, telling him to be nice to everybody that he meets and not to bite anybody. He obeyed and Charles opened the door.

The fluorescent lights almost blinded me, and spirits wandered around aimlessly, nobody really standing out.

“Thank you, guys. We’ll be good, I promise.” I told them, as they walked, in Charles’ case rolled, down the twisting hallways.

“I’d expect so, you made a really good case for yourself.” Charles chuckled as we made it to the elevator, it was nice to not be in shackles.

“How long was I in there?” I suddenly asked once we entered the elevator.

“About fifteen days.” Hank answered, he had a bandage on his arm, but he wasn’t furry or blue.

“Wow, that’s way longer than what I thought.” I told them, fiddling with the sweatshirt that Hank had given me.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the mansion, but this time it wasn’t with shackles and chains.

Everything was busy, teens were rushing from class to class, spirits following, but some people stopped and ran a little faster when they saw me and Ash.

“Can I go free, or do I have to stay with one of you two?” I asked, trying not to be rude.

“You can run free, go try to make some new friends.” Charles told me, smiling a little bit.

“What time is lunch? Or dinner?” I asked, eager to get out there and enjoy the outside.

“Once you see everybody leave, just assume it’s lunch or dinner and come inside.” Hank said, pushing me a tiny bit, telling me to leave.

“Alright, thank you.” I told them, walking into the crowd.

I walked towards the front door, people parting around us and looking at us wearily. The outside was absolutely magnificent, trees, birds, a blue sky, and people.

The people were different, like me, and they all had their own spirits hanging around them.

Only one of the ghosts had stood out to me, he was less transparent than the others, as if he died in the mansion.

He was tall, even for a ghost, had long blonde hair, and kind of a smirk set upon his face. He was following a teen with short brown hair and some kind of visor, next to visor kid was a redheaded girl, and a blue teen with black hair and a tail.

The spirit turned to me and I looked him straight in his blue eyes.

“You can see me?” His voice came out wavy, but stronger than any of the other ghosts I had talked to.

“You died here, didn’t you?” I asked, the wind whipping through my incredibly short hair. “What’s your name?”

“Alex Summers, and I did die here. I tried to save my friends, but ended up blowing up the mansion.” He stayed while the teens had started to walk farther away.

“Alex, why are you following the brunette kid with the glasses?” I asked him and the kid turned around.

“He’s my little brother, his name is Scott, I love him to death.” He told me, the fierce winds not affecting him.

“I might be able to let you see him, I’ve only tried it a few times, but he’d be able to see you for a day..” I told him, even though I probably looked weird talking to somebody they couldn’t see.

“You could do that, for me?” He asked, obviously in disbelief.

“Yes, I just want to help, give people some closure.” I told him.

“Please, I just want my brother to see me.” He was pleading, he seemed slightly desperate.

I spread my feet apart, they slid smoothly across the concrete ground. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I placed my balled up left fist in my right hand, I started to mutter an ancient incantation that summons spirits. Suddenly, my eyes shot open, turning them from their normal hue to a vibrant crimson red.

Ash started to howl loudly, the voices of numerous spirits boosting his voice. A fiery pentagram appeared underneath my feet. Slowly, my chants got louder as my hair whipped slightly in the air, pebbles around me started to float as Alex, started to waver and become less and less transparent.

I felt the familiar drain of my power as the chants stopped along with Ash silencing his howl. Slowly, I fell to my knees, panting slightly, Alex arose, he was now fully visible.

People stared and gasped, seeing somebody who wasn’t there a second ago, appear out of thin air. Scott, looked at his, previously dead, brother in disbelief.

“A-Alex?” Scott stuttered, coming closer.

“In the flesh.” He spread his arms out, and Scott ran into them, crying. “It’s all thanks to this guy.” He pointed to me and I brushed it off like it was nothing.

“How are you..? Why aren’t you..?” Scott started, but Alex finished it for him.

“I’m only here with you guys for a day, I just wanted to see you guys for one last time.” Alex had tears in his eyes as he pulled away.

“Thank you, what’s your name?” Scott came over to me.

“Hades, people call me Hades.” I told him, feeling a little awkward.

“Thank you.” He said.

“It’s no problem, really.” I told him, noticing Hank coming towards us. He froze when he saw Alex.

“Hey, Bigfoot!” Alex waved, his long, golden hair finally being affected by the wind.

“Alex? What the fuck?” Hank said, they were obviously friends.

“One word, Hades.” They shared a bro-hug and I started walking away, I didn’t want to barge in on their moment.

“Hey, dude!” Scott yelled, catching up to me. “Again, thank you for bringing my brother back, even if it is just for the day.”

“You’re welcome, I just wanted to do something nice.” I brushed it off, no thanks where needed from him.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?” He asked, trying to push the conversation on me.

“You’ve probably heard of me, if you haven’t seen me.” I told him, trying to get away.

“Wait, are you the guy who bit Mr. McCoy?” He asked, making me growl a bit.

“So what if I am?” I said, Ash starting to get pissed off, as was I.

“Dude! You’re a legend! I watched you snap and growl at everybody, you’re a fucking badass!” He told me, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Can you just leave me alone, please. I’m kind of on probation here.” He frowned as I hopped onto Ash, his fire surrounded me and he whined impatiently, wanting to stretch his big legs.

“Oh, well, lunch is in a half an hour.” He walked away, towards his brother.

For the next few hours, I explored the campus with Ash, people stared and pointed at us, some smiling and some scared.

Once everybody was gone out of the yard, I knew it was time for dinner. The dinner was extravagant, a few hundred people eating it. I sat with Alex and Scott, they were the only people that I knew.

I missed Erik, even if he was feeding me false information at the time, he was like a father to me, he kept me safe.

“Hades!” I heard Charles yell, while I tried to get out of the dining hall. I stopped and turned around to face him. “I think you’ve done well, today.” He smiled at me. “I’d like to get you a dorm room tonight, so that you don’t have to sleep in that dreadful room. I think Peter has an extra bed.”

“Thank you, Charles.” I told him, a little nervous about having to pretend to be a guy almost 24/7.

~Time Skip~

I was sitting in my room, well, my shared room, with a few extra changes of clothes and something to entertain myself with. I was in the dark, but I loved every second of it. The room was great, but messy and the walls were covered in stuff. Ash took up most of my bed, so I snuggled up around him.

I was almost asleep when the light flicked on.

“What the fuck?” I heard a male voice, Peter, I assumed.

“Watch out, I bite.” I said harshly getting up from my cozy spot.

“You’re the guy who bit Fuzzball, aren’t you?” He said, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, and I guess I’m your new roommate. I’m Hades.” I stuck out my hand.

“Peter.” He shook it. “Sorry about the mess, you were a complete surprise.” He picked up some things, zooming around in a silver blur.

“Wow, that was fucking fast.” I commented as he just shrugged.

“That thing isn’t going to kill me, is it?” He pointed at Ash wearily.

“Only if I tell him he can.” I smirked at him and flopped back down on the bed.

“Looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.” He mumbled and I laughed.

“I won’t make him attack you.” I gave him an evil smirk, he was fun to mess with.

“You’re fucking scary.” He laughed, falling down on his own bed.

“I am the Lord of the Dead.” I snuggled up into Ash, I was tired and it was almost midnight.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, you seem tired too, goodnight.” He turned off the light, and sped back into his bed, suddenly in a pair of pajamas.

“Goodnight.”

~Peter’s PoV~

It was midnight, I couldn’t sleep, my mind was running wild, which was a good thing sometimes, but not when I was trying to sleep. I sat up and stared into the darkness, right where Hades was.

He looked about my age, maybe a little younger. I didn’t quite know, because he had one of those faces where you can’t accurately tell their age.

I didn’t know what I thought of Hades, he seemed cool, but insanely scary at the same time. Sighing, I ran a hand through my silver locks. I was probably overthinking this thing way too much.

I had accidentally overheard from Charles that he knew Erik… maybe, just maybe, he could tell me more about my dad.

I heard a deep snarl-like snore, which made me freeze instantly. God damn, that dog is fucking scary! But soon enough, the room was almost silent again, the only noise was Hades’ light snores filling my ears.

My mind started to wander towards Hades… He was just so.. Ugh! The way his hair floated down into his face, his bright e/c eyes, everything about him was just perfect. I’m not gay, I shouldn’t be thinking like this! Well, at least I don’t think I’m gay.

But Hades, he seemed so different… His features were softer and not as sharp as the other males I’ve met. He’s fucking adorable, even if it’s in a terrifying way. I don’t think I like him... It’s probably just my interest in the new student. I mean, he literally brought Alex back from the dead for a day! And he looked fucking awesome doing it!

With the final thoughts of a scary dog, the cute new guy, and his powers; I dwindled into a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~

When I woke up, the shower was running and Hades was gone, but her scary-ass dog was sleeping right outside of the bathroom door. I looked at the time, 10:03, breakfast would be over in about a half hour.

I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later, Hades came out, wearing different clothes than before. He had some dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept before last night.

“Breakfast ends in a half hour.” I told him while his dog was nuzzled into his sweatshirt.

“Thanks, I’m fucking starving.” He smiled as we walked out into the halls, they were completely empty. “Huh, looks like everybody went shopping.”

“Yep, with it being Black Friday and everything. what’s your dog’s name, anyways?” I asked, still terrified of the damn thing.

“His name is Ash, and he’s a hellhound, not a dog.” He said in a serious tone as we walked into the dining hall.

“That explains why he scares the shit out of me.” I laughed as he stayed serious, it was incredibly hot.

We got our food and sat next to Alex, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Warren, and Kurt.

“Guys, this is Hades.” I introduced.

“Yeah, this is the guy who brought me back for the day.” Alex said as everybody looked at him.

“Your time is almost up, it’s been almost 24 hours.” He told them, looking down at his food, it was just straight sexy.

“I know, I’m going to say goodbye soon.” Alex said.

~Time Skip A Month~

~Y/n/Hades’ PoV~

I had been sharing quarters with Peter for a month now, and I had developed some kind of crush on him, he made me happy, even though I couldn’t show it.

It had gotten incredibly hard to keep the fact that I was a girl, hidden. He had gotten close to finding out a few times, it was mostly due to me not being careful and being incredibly stupid. I was changing out in the open and Ash was sleeping and he came in, but I had already had my shirt on, thank fuck.

I was sitting down on my bed, just playing a videogame, it was completely mindless, just pixels.

Peter was sitting across the room, his head hanging off of the back end of the bed, facing me. He was just playing with his thumbs and staring at me.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” I asked him, not looking up from my game.

“You.” He responded simply.

“Why?” I asked.

He was silent for a few minutes, he just laid there, eyes searching for something.

“H-Hades, I think I’m gay.” He said, making me widen my eyes and look up at him, I leaned back into my pillows, interested in what he wanted to say. My game laid forgotten on the bed.

“I think I love you, Hades.” He looked away, his face completely red. “It’s fine, or whatever, if you don’t feel the same, because I’m a guy.”

I looked away, my ears felt warm. “I-I love you too, Pete.” There was a moment of silence between us. “You do know I’m a chick, right?”

He looked at me in disbelief. “What?”

“I’m a chick, alright. I’ve been hiding it, everybody thinks I’m a guy. I was obviously too good.” I shrugged, taking my sweatshirt off, showing him my tight tank top and that I did, in fact, have boobs.

“How did you hide it so well?” He asked, obviously still in shock.

“I have kind of a low voice, short hair, I wore baggy clothing, everybody called me a guy, so I just went with it.” I told him, trying to put my sweatshirt on, but he stopped me.

“Is your real name actually Hades?” He took the sweatshirt out of my hands, tossing it aside.

“No, it’s Y/n.” I told him, bringing my face closer to his.

“Wanna makeout?” He asked, and then kissed me, I immediately kissed back.

“Does that answer your question?” I laughed slightly.

“Yes.” He kissed me again, more forcefully than the last time.

And that’s how Scott found us making out on Peter’s bed.

~Time Skip Four Months~

“My dad’s coming to visit.” Peter said suddenly while we were standing outside, Ash nuzzling into his chest.

“Erik?” I asked, excited.

“Yeah, Raven told me.” He said, also very excited.

“I still can’t believe that I was best friends with your dad, at one time.” I laughed, holding his hand.

“I know, and he still doesn’t know I’m his son.” Pete chuckled, hugging me tightly.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” I poked his chest, enunciating the last two words.

“I’m going to tell him, I promise.” He held my face close to his and pecked my lips.

“You better tell him, because he’s about 20 feet away from you.” I laughed. “Hey, Erik!” I waved and got out of Peter's grip.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” He asked as I hugged him.

“It’s kind of a long story.” I told him, while Ash bounded up to us. “Peter! Get over here!” I yelled, laughing.

“Hi.” Peter said, appearing next to us.

“You’re the kid who broke me out of the Pentagon.” Erik said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m also kinda…” Peter started, and I stared at him, wanting him to finish.

Once a few seconds of Peter not saying anything, I spoke up.

“He’s your son.” I told Erik and he just stared at Peter.

“You had a one night stand with my mom, and here I am.” Peter motioned to himself and I started to notice the little similarities between the two, the way their eyes crinkled in the corners and their hands looked almost the same.

“Fuck.” Was all Erik said, running a hand through his hair.

It was completely awkward between us, Erik probably had a million thoughts running through his head, and Peter was most likely regretting coming here.

“Erik, I kind of found a partner in Peter, as in a romantic partner, we’re dating.” I told him, scratching the back of my head.

“I knew you would.” He smiled at me and gave me a hug. “Are you my daughter in-law yet?”

My ears immediately turned red and Peter’s face turned bright red.

“It’s only been four months.” I told him. “I don’t think we’re ready for that.”

“You two seem ready.” Erik said in a manner that greatly resembled his son’s.

“I don’t know if I’d be able to slow down long enough for her, but I’m trying.” Peter admitted, resting an elbow on my shoulder.

“Dude, if you’ve lived with me for this long, you can deal with me forever.” I smiled up at him.

“You two are balance each other out perfectly.” Erik chuckled and started walking towards the front door. “I’m going to go find Charles, just use protection!”

Peter’s face erupted in red and I smiled at him. “Are you really trying to slow down for me? Because I love the way you are and I don’t want you to change.” I fixed his jacket and kissed his cheek.

“I won’t, I promise.” He smiled.

“Honestly, are you thinking about marrying me?” I asked him, taking a serious tone with him.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I love you so much, I just…” He trailed off and looked around, obviously not being able to find the right words.

“Just shut up, I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I laughed.

“I still can’t believe I thought I was gay.” He ran a calloused hand through his silver hair.

“I know, I sure fooled you, and everybody else.” I burrowed into his chest, since he was warm and comfortable.

“You really did, you little devil.”

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Facts Tag;

I was tagged by @twistedsimblr, thanks babe 💙 I don’t know how many facts I’m supposed to post, but I’ll at least try to get to ten if not seventeen like Meg did 👍

I’m 100% Canadian, when people ask me ‘oh, what’s your background?’ and I say Canadian, they’re like; ‘no, but like, what are you?’ And I’m just like... Canadian. My mother is a First Nation Indian, and my father’s family is from Newfoundland. I’m so Canadian, I could possibly bleed maple syrup lol.

I’m 33, I know right!? I can feel myself withering up and dying as we speak ⚰️

I curse too much, I know, but I personally think that it’s a good way to weed out the types of people who really won’t get along with me.

I still live at home with my parents, super lame right? I know, I’m hoping to move out eventually but I’ve not been deemed mentally competent or safe to live on my own. While that sounds super harsh, it just means that I’ve a history of suicide attempts, dissociating, panic attacks, depressive episodes and traumatic flashbacks that makes me living on my own dangerous to myself and others.

Continuing on that vein, I’ve had agoraphobia since early childhood, which has made living day to day a real pain. The longest I spent in the house without going outside was 5 years, crazy right!?

I have 4 cats and one dog, although my mother’s chihuahua seems to think she’s mine and follows me around everywhere.

I haven’t been as interested in posting Sims stuff since the Tumblr content purge, it just annoys me when my own content is being policed by people who don’t know the first thing about what they’re doing. It’s sort of taken the fun out of the game a bit, which sucks. Cause I take a bunch of pictures without really thinking about it and then when I go to edit them to post I just think; what’s the point? Even if the posts are SFW they still might get flagged.

I have a giant pink unicorn on my bed, his name is Gaston and he is gay. He’s married to my niece’s giant teddy bear, named Jeremiah. (yes, we’re insane)

I watch an honestly disgusting amount of YouTube content on a daily basis, really, just hours of the stuff.

I have a slight obsessional disorder, which causes me to swing wildly from one hobby to another. My current focus is on crocheting, but it will no doubt shift eventually.

I actually like the taste of water and think different waters taste different ways, my favorite type is spring water and my least favourite is distilled.

I’m afraid of kitchen appliances, literally, it’s basically a phobia.

I want to get my nail technician licence and the school I want to go to for it is in British Colombia, which is four Provence’s away from where I live and therefore am not allowed to go there. Hopefully one day.

I don’t have a lot of things most people assume everyone nowadays has, like cable tv, a cellphone plan, a printer, a car or a passport. People are usually shocked to find that out.

My hair hasn’t been my natural color in about 20 years.

When I’m online, I use American spelling just to keep people from telling me that I’m spelling things wrong because in Canada we use British spelling.

I used to use the identifier of ‘gay’ and sometimes still do, because I don’t like the stigma that surrounds the word ‘bisexual’, although I’m slowly getting over that.

My favorite holiday is Halloween and my least favorite is Christmas.

I’m terrified of mascot costumes, have been since I was a toddler, which means yes, I am afraid of furries technically.

My best friend, has been and always will be, my mother. We’re like an extension of one another, she’s probably the only person in the world that I will never get tired of. She and I haven’t even gotten into a proper argument in about 12 years.

Well, there we go, twenty facts. I couldn’t stop at seventeen, I have this weird thing about only stopping on numbers that are part of the 5 times table... it’s fucking weird, I know. Anyways, I’m not sure who’s done this and who hasn’t so I’m just gonna say to any and all of my followers -