#close to the present day since ac is modern setting!

[baileyboo2016]

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ooooo good one!!

I’ll take a bit from one of my many Gulliver AU fics, ��a friendship built on misery.” (i couldn’t pick just one line sorry)

Chapter 2: Leila Isabella

This fic is about substance abuse and recovery, so i wouldn’t recommend it if that stuff triggers you. Poor Gulliver :(

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Lovely morning

Ace x reader (she/her)

Chapter 7 of And they were roommates - Modern AU series

You woke up on Saturday, the early light just starting to filter through your window. The apartment was quiet, and you assumed Ace was still asleep. You stretched, allowing yourself to savor the warmth of the bed for a little longer. It was rare to have a peaceful morning like this, where you weren’t rushing off anywhere, and the thought of a cozy day was alluring.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, an idea began to take shape in your mind—a simple, yet sweet plan. Why not surprise Ace with pancakes? It could be a fun way to start the weekend together. Motivated, you threw on a some comfortable clothes and some slippers, tiptoeing to the kitchen to avoid waking him.

Gathering the ingredients from the cupboard, you set out the flour, eggs, milk, and sugar. As you mixed the batter, you enjoyed the soft sound of the whisk against the bowl. Before long, the kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of pancakes, and you could hear the batter sizzling in the pan. You worked with gentle focus, flipping each pancake to a golden brown and stacking them high on a plate, feeling pleased with how they turned out.

Then, you heard it: the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. A few moments later, Ace appeared, eyes half-shut, hair sticking up in every direction, looking like he’d just been dragged out of a dream. 

There was something about the way he looked in the mornings—his hair tousled, his eyes still half-closed—that always made your heart do a small flip. You found yourself wondering, sometimes a little dreamily, what he must look like right after just waking up. The thought of seeing him in that moment—still tangled in the sheets, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips—

"Something smells amazing,"  Ace said, his words pulling you back to the present. You blinked, astonished, and then caught his gaze, a warmth enveloping your neck. There was something endearing about the way he was leaning against the counter and looking over your shoulder.

“Surprise pancakes,” you said with a playful grin, flipping one. “I figured since it’s the weekend, we could both have a lazy start to the day.”

Ace’s eyes widened at the sight of the pancakes, and a broad smile broke across his face. "You're a woman after my heart," he teased, reaching for one of the ready pancakes on the plate next to the stove.

You laughed, swatting his hand away. "Hey, wait until they're all ready, then you can have as many as you want."

You stood side by side in comfortable silence for a few moments. You could feel his gaze occasionally flick over to you, but you pretended not to notice, focusing on each pancake as if it required immense concentration. You felt a warmth spreading through you, a cozy sense of domesticity that was both strange and welcome.

“By the way, you’ve got a bit of batter on your cheek,” Ace said after a moment, his voice edged with that familiar, mischievous tone.

You blinked, surprised, and raised a hand to your cheek. “Oh—”

Before you could touch it, Ace leaned in and wiped the spot with his thumb. His hand lingered, his fingers brushing softly against your skin, and you found yourself drawn into his gaze, struck by the warmth of his touch, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

His gaze held a softness, maybe even a hint of uncertainty, that thickened the air between you with unspoken tension. Neither of you moved, and for a split second, you were sure he felt it too.

Then, as if snapping out of a spell, Ace cleared his throat and dropped his hand, his cheeks faintly flushed. “Got it,” he muttered, his voice a touch rougher than before.

“Uh…thanks,” you mumbled, directing your focus back to the pancakes, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

As you waited a few minutes more in silence, the pancakes continued cooking, filling the kitchen with their comforting aroma. “Um, maybe you can make some coffee?” you suggested, eager to shift the atmosphere back to the casual ease of the morning.

“On it,” he replied quickly, clearly grateful for the change of topic. He turned to the coffee maker, clattering around with the mugs, and you both fell into an easy rhythm—pancakes sizzling, coffee brewing, the simple domesticity of the moment surprisingly calming.

After a few minutes, the smell of coffee filled the air, and Ace poured you both a steaming cup. You finished cooking the last of the pancakes, and together, you sat down at the table, the plate of golden pancakes sitting in the center, inviting you both to indulge. You looked at the coffee Ace had prepared and couldn't help but notice that he made it exactly how you like it, in your favorite cup as well.  It was such a small thing, yet it hit you harder than you expected. He knew. He knew exactly how you liked it, down to the smallest detail. It was one of those moments where you realized just how well he understood you—better than you sometimes let yourself believe.

“This is nice” Ace took a long sip and sighed, contentment in his expression. “Pancakes for breakfast, just hanging out.”

“Yeah, it is,” you said, taking a bite of your food, savoring the fluffy texture and the sweetness of the maple syrup drizzled over the top.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you.  You talked about anything and everything: movies, old friends, funny stories that each of you remembered. Ace filled the room with his laughter, his stories punctuated by dramatic gestures and expressions that left you laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.

After breakfast, neither of you seemed eager to break the moment. You took your cups of coffee to the living room, sinking into the couch. Ace stretched out, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he tilted his head back, looking at you with a soft expression that made your pulse quicken.

“Feels like we could do this all day,” he said quietly, his gaze drifting to the window, where morning was slowly tipping into early afternoon.

“Maybe we could,” you said, half-joking, but realizing how much you wanted it to be true. “I mean, I think we’ve earned a lazy day after all those pancakes.”

He chuckled, tilting his head back and studying you with a gentle smile. “And maybe it’s nice to just…have some quiet for once. With you.”

Something in his tone made your heart beat faster. His gaze held yours, lingering a little too long, and for a moment, the air felt charged. It was a moment that felt like it could stretch forever, but just as quickly, he flashed a teasing grin.

“Let’s at least pretend to be productive and watch something educational,” he said, grabbing the remote with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, feeling that cozy warmth settle around you once more. You scooted closer as he found a documentary on some obscure topic, that neither of you had much interest in. But it didn’t matter.

The hours slipped by unnoticed. Afternoon turned to evening, the soft golden light filtering through the curtains. As the sun began to set, casting warm, amber hues across the room, you found yourself leaning into Ace’s shoulder, the movement feeling so natural, so right.

“Guess the day just flew by,” you murmured, glancing up at him.

He looked down, his face close to yours. For a brief, fleeting moment, something shifted in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft, almost tender. “Can’t remember the last time I spent a day like this.”

You felt a flutter in your chest, your heart pounding as you held his gaze. But rather than break the moment, you smiled softly, leaning into him just a little more. The warmth in his eyes reflected your own, and for the first time, you let yourself simply enjoy the quiet comfort of being there, in that moment, with him.

Next chapter

[ratwars]

WIP Wednesday

This is from my (currently unpublished) spin off from Angel Collective. (Reading AC isn't required though to read this fic, it will still make sense without it at least that is my plan. For background, in this AU universe Fyodor has succeeded in obtaining the book and erasing abilities from existence, but the ability users still live on without their gifts). It is Kunikida-centric with endgame Kunikidazai.

-The way out is through

"The gun safe was secure. It’s appearance was sleek and modern, polished chrome with a fingerprint scanner on the front, behind the double doors of a mahogany wardrobe that helped to hide its existence from the casual eye, should something go terribly wrong to allow casual eyes to even be present in the bedroom it sat in. Of course, electronics could fail, scanners could malfunction, and finger prints could be lifted from other objects if they were left and then faked. Guns could be stolen, and since they were registered they could also be used to frame their owner for all manner of things if the wrong people got their hands on them. That would result in anyone associated with said owner being put at risk, or potentially set up as well, and that was before even considering the terror or despair that may come from the weapons being used.

So it was only prudent to secure them properly, it would be irresponsible to not do so. So when Kunikida lifted the hidden latch on the bottom of the safe, revealing a manual combination lock, and ran his fingers over the dials scrambling the numbers again, checking the latch again to make sure it wouldn’t open, he wasn’t just doing it for himself, he was doing it for everyone else too. When he shut the wardrobe doors until they latched right, he was reducing the risk that his safe was causing by existing. When he closed his bedroom door and turned the key until he was sure that the lock couldn’t be shimmied open without the right skills, he was dealing with the necessary burden of keeping the gun safe for his own protection as well as the agency’s. When he couldn’t remember if the dials were actually left correctly and not stopped partially on the correct code, and he let himself back in to fix the process so it was correct, well that was his responsibility as well. That is how he would explain it if anyone saw what he was doing, he had thought about it plenty of times.

Thankfully he had never had to say it out loud yet. Because no one had been inside of his apartment since the day Yosano had brought him back to his home, three months earlier, after the agency’s guilt was absolved. She had walked with him in silence after he had entered the front door code his apartment, stared straight forward in the elevator just like he had, two arm lengths apart, and done nothing but nod firmly before turning right back around and leaving soon after they had crossed the threshold into his unit, and he said thank you. It was kind of her, Kunikida had thought, to likely go and do the same thing he was about to do away from him. To not put pressure on him to focus on her and hold in what he had been wanting to do, as they left the airport, as they separated themselves from the rest of their coworkers, as they rode together in the car Yosano had driven, that he couldn’t remember how they had come to acquire, and as they made their way from the street into his building, one foot in front of the other, the clicking of Yosano’s heels becoming Kunikida’s focus as he walked the familiar hall to his apartment. He had held it in, until he heard the click of her shoes fade into nothingness from behind his closed door. Until the soft ding from the elevator on his floor signaled her departure, and enough time passed that she had certainly made it all of the way out of the building.

Kunikida screamed."

[morwap]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘

sub!mechanic!sirius black x dom!fem!reader | mini fic | NAV |also neighbor!sirius, muggle and modern au, talk about family issues, unprotected sex, p in v, car sex, mention of getting drunk, handjob, nipple sucking, creampie

closing your eyes in slight annoyance as you heard rock music start playing, knowing instantly that sirius black was outside and about to work on a car or motorcycle or anything with a fucking motor.

this was a normal thing durning spring and summer and the sweet old couple seemed to enjoy it, the nice lady attending to her garden if she was feeling well or sitting on the porch with their cat and hands full of yarn while listening to sirius’ music and watching him work on vehicles, always saying it reminded her of her son that moved away years ago.

her husband would come out and enjoy sirius’ music as well and talk about how he was in a band back in his day and would tell him how he had a good taste in music then they’d talk about parts and the different models of things before the old man would get ready to pick up lunch for him and his wife then come back and they’d eat and go inside to watch tv.

your kitchen window gave you a premium view of sirius, which meant when sirius decided to take off his shirt it was the only thing you saw when looking out the window, and you knew he knew that it was basically your only view and sometimes you thought he just took it off to tease you, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence when youd look out the window and were met with his chest and vline, he’d have this smirk on his face that made you just shake your head and go back to what you were doing.

scrubbing the last of your dishes then putting them out to dry, glancing out the window and watching sirius work on a car that you assume was one of his buddies since it didnt look like something sirius would drive.

drying your hands before grabbing your bag and the present you had wrapped for your niece’s birthday party that started in about an hour.

grabbing your keys and walking out of your house then locking your door.

your car had been acting up and you honestly hadn’t had the time to worry too much about it, hoping to make some time in your schedule to ask sirius to take a look or take it to the shop but it kept slipping from your mind when you did have the time.

“where you going?”

you could barely hear it over his music, turning towards sirius while he wiped grease off his hands with an old rag and leaned against the car he was working on. squinting your eyes a bit from the harsh sunlight, noticing how hot it actually was without the cool ac being blasted.

“a little girls birthday party” you yelled over the music and lifted the present a bit to show it off.

“princess themed?” he asked as he looked over the wrapping paper.

“yeah, but she fucking hates princesses, more into my little pony” you sighed, sitting the present on top of your car so your arm could stop straining.

“why not get her something my little pony?” sirius asked tilting his head a bit and furrowing his brows.

“then be screamed at that i ‘ruined her birthday party’ by her mom? i dont think so, plus-“ you held up your finger then dug through your bag.

pulling out a gift bag and then showing him the my little pony’s that were inside. “-the wrapped gift is just a little set thing with accessories” you laughed and put it back into your bag. sirius laughed too.

you knew sirius would understand since you both bonded on family troubles and issues, the first time he spoke to you, you were on a call with your mother and held up your finger to tell him to wait one minute then the screaming started, taking your phone away from your ear and you could hear her loud and clear and so could sirius.

she was going on and on about how much of a “disappointment” you were, how not going to college ruined your life and how you needed to get your shit together and find someone to settle down with and that your sister finished college and gave her a grand baby while you did jack shit but work at a stupid library and get drunk and barely call anymore.

hanging up on her mid sentence and throwing your phone onto the chair next to you. you remembered sirius laughing and telling you how his mother was the same and he had almost the same phone call when he was packing up his things to move out here.

“but probably gonna get bitched at anyways but i mean the kid tells me im her favorite aunt so” you laughed with a shrug, sighing and looking at the time on your phone. “i gotta go, see you later maybe or maybe not with my head attached” you quipped and walked the rest of the little way to your car and put the present in the backseat before getting in the drivers seat.

your car started up just fine which surprised you since yesterday you had to try like three times before it finally started up. putting it into reverse and checking your mirrors and backing out of the little driveway you had, waving at sirius before going down the road.

not even ten minutes down the road your phone was ringing, your sisters number going across your phone instantly making you roll your eyes and groan before hitting answer.

her house was 45 minutes away and she was already asking where you were at and how close you were, even though before you finished up your dishes, you told her that you had somethings to do before you left and it would be 30 minutes before you even left your house.

hanging up on her mid sentence, hoping she’ll buy that you pasted a dead zone and your phone dropped the call. letting your phone fall into the passenger seat before you started messing with the radio, searching for something that wasn’t static.

the roads were weirdly empty but you didnt mind, not having someone driving super slow in front of you or someone being on your ass was great and you were enjoying it that was until your car started making a weird noise and starting to slow down and sputter.

“oh no-no-no-no” you muttered, slowing down and trying to pull to the side of the road before your car gave out all the way. luckily you made it off the road and into a little turnaround spot safely before your car officially gave out.

resting your forehead on your steering wheel, sighing as you were already going to be bitched at by your sister for getting her kid something she actually wants and now being late. you knew you should’ve just said you were sick and not go to the party but you couldn’t say no to your niece asking if you were coming to her party.

grabbing your phone and searching for sirius’ number, almost panicking when you skipped over it a few times but finally seeing it. holding the phone to your ear and listening to it ring hoping he would pick up.

you were startled when sirius picked up, cutting him off almost immediately “hey! sirius i um, i didn’t know who else to call…my car is like fucked up and i’m on the side of the road. i was just wondering if you could come look at it or at least give me a ride back to my house?” you asked with a breathy laugh.

sirius’ laugh made you smile and relax in your seat, him reassuring you that he’d come and fix your car and if worse comes to worse drive you home and leave your car there for the night. you told him where you were and he thankfully knew where that was at.

telling you he would be on his way directly and you thanked him until you hung up your phone. tossing your phone back into the passenger seat, taking your keys out of the ignition.

as you waited for sirius, you started cleaning your car up. napkins, empty water bottles, your name tag, a press on nail that popped off and almost caused you to hit a book donation bin that was beside your car at the time.

soon enough you heard a vehicle, turning to see if it was sirius or not and thankfully it was him. sirius pulled in front of your car. watching him get out, his hair half up and half down and shirtless with jeans on.

shirtless. now becoming well aware of how your jean shorts were putting sweet pressure on your clit, only getting worse when you moved your hips while he was walking up to your car. pressing your lips together as the seam rubbed against you, knowing you needed to stop this now, you opened your door and go out of your car, your cunt aching from the loss.

“so, whats going on?” sirius asked, you sighed and tried to think of everything your car has been doing.

telling him everything and absolutely everything that your car has done for the past 4 months, not leaving anything out even though you were a little embarrassed to have him come and help but what else are friends for.

sirius listened carefully and nodded along as you rambled about all the sounds and sputtering it was doing.

“pop your hood and ill take a look” sirius instructed, wetting his lips as he walked to the front of your car as you got in and unlocked the hood for him.

you watched sirius take a quick glance, then getting a closer look before going to his truck to get his things.

the harsh seam was back at your clit, pressing in just the right spot as you watched sirius work on your car. you couldn’t help but wonder when sirius got so hot, its been three years since he moved in and you were just seeing it now? he’s always been attractive but now felt different.

you watched sirius smirk which caused you to look away from him, fuck, you were staring and his smirk gave away that he had caught you.

an hour passed and you two made small talk about your car and how long you’ve had it, relaxing in your seat as he worked his magic with your car and made some flirty jokes creating a thick tension.

“here let me try to start it” sirius said, wiping his hands off on a rag he had as he walked to the drivers side. you moved everything that was in the passenger seat to the floor except for your phone then moved over your console and into the seat. sirius got in with a laugh after watching you.

you handed him the keys and he took them from you, making sure to brush your hands together as he took them. putting them into the ignition and starting your car up perfectly.

tossing your head back with a smile mumbling a thank you as you felt the cars ac hit you. turning your head and making eye contact with sirius who was watching you. not needing to communicate as his eyes went from yours to your lips then your cleavage then back to your eyes.

before you knew it his mouth was on yours, rough and needy, your hand going to his hair and his went to your waist. “backseat?” sirius mumbled into the kiss, you pulled away and nodded with a breathless “yeah”

basically racing to the backseat, you both detangled from each other and you opened your door got out while sirius managed to squeeze through the middle, getting to the backseat before you.

sirius was already undoing his jeans, you looked around to make sure no one was coming before you started to take off your shorts outside the car to save you two the awkward and hard clothing removal if you both were in the car.

getting in and tossing your shorts into the passenger seat, sirius was already pulling you to get on top of him, your hand reached down to his cock, pumping him as you got situated on his lap. sirius let out a low moan as his fingers dug into your thighs.

your mouth went his neck, licking and sucking on his soft skin, teasing at times with your teeth. leaving some hickeys on him as his hands moved from your thighs to your ass, gripping and massaging the fat in his hands while your hand pleasured him.

“i was— i was so excited when you called, i almost didnt answer because i thought it was an accident” sirius said, moaning in the middle of his sentence as he leaned his head back so you had more of his neck to suck on.

laughing against him, “you got a crush on me sirius?” you teased and focused your movements on his tip making him whimper.

“i guess so” he teased back, grinding a bit into your hand.

taking your mouth off him and sitting back a bit, moving your underwear to the side and leaning up as much as you could while you lined him up with your cunt. knowing it would probably be a bit uncomfortable since you weren’t stretched first but you wanted him in you now, plus you were wet from the earlier stimulation from your jeans so it wouldn’t be too bad.

moving down onto his cock, looking up then closing your eyes as you were taking him. sirius watched intensely, drowning in the pleasure your cunt was giving him but still noticing that you were tense and the slight discomfort on your face.

sirius’ hand came to rub circles on your clit, “relax, no need to rush” he whispered. relaxing and taking him deeper and deeper til you had all of him in you.

starting to grind and clench around him as he continued to play with your clit. his mouth now going to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your skin.

moans and whines slipping past your lips as your arms wrapped around sirius and you fingers threaded through his hair. sirius’ other hand pulled your tank top down and moved your boob out of the cup of your bra so he could suck on your nipple.

“fuck, you feel so good” sirius moaned with your nipple in his mouth. grinding faster and harder as every swirl of his fingers made the coil in your stomach tighten more every passing second.

“i should’ve known you were always taking your shirt off in front of my window to be a tease, i considered it for a while but didnt want to call you out” you teased, glancing down at him as he looked up at you and left your nipple and leaned up to kiss you.

tongues gliding over each other and moaning into each other’s mouths before he pulled away.

“cant blame me for just wanting your attention. should’ve came outside and put me in my place, i dont mind a bit of humiliation” sirius said, his fingers moving faster on your clit.

your phone started ringing, you debated on letting it go to voicemail but knowing if it was someone in your family they’d at least call five more times before even thinking about leaving a voicemail.

you removed your hands from him and slowed your moved so you could reach your phone, sirius furrowed his brows when you grabbed your phone and started going back to the pace you set before.

“she’ll just keep calling, keep quiet okay?” you said, and sirius nodded and went to move his hand from your clit only to be stopped by your hand and moving it back to your clit, getting the message that you didnt want to slow down even if you had to take a phone call. moving his fingers fast on you as you got back into the rhythm.

sirius’ mouth went back to your nipple as you answered the call.

“where the fuck are you?” you sister spat harshly over the phone, “are you even still coming?” she asked as you pulled the phone away from your ear to catch your breath.

bringing it back, “im on my way, my car broke down on the side of the road and i just got it working again” you sighed, and you heard her scoff over the phone, making you roll your eyes.

“try to hurry up, i knew you would be late-“ she started rambling but you couldn’t concentrate as sirius started bucking up into you and leaned up to your ear whining and whimpering.

“m’gonna cum- m’gonna cum” he whimpered in your ear as he tried to get you as close as he was.

muting yourself and tossing your phone beside him, “cum for me” you ordered, clenching around him and feeling as he was literally throbbing inside you.

squeezing his eyes shut as breathy moans left him, focusing on chasing his orgasm and trying to get you to as well.

sirius’ stilled but you kept moving, feeling him give one last thrust up into you before a warm feeling flooded within you, sirius gripped the edge of the seat as he came inside you, his head spinning as you kept moving.

you were close and you were so glad his fingers never left your clit even when he was cumming, his finger tips still doing fast, rough, circles on you drawing you closer and closer.

“im almost there sirius” you told him, knowing it was probably over stimulating for him for you to keep going. feeling his cock twitch and his whimpers flow from his mouth freely as he rested his head on your shoulder.

your cunt clenching around him as the coil snapped, and you basically fell into him as you came. contracting around him as your eyes rolled back and his name rolled off your tongue.

whining as you quickly reached down and moved his fingers away from your clit, breathing heavily as you reached over for your phone and unmuting yourself.

“hello? hello?-“

“ill be there when i get there” you said and hung up, tossing your phone back down.

sirius breathed into your neck as he calmed down, you could feel his eye lashes flutter against your neck.

you lifted up, and sirius got the message and pulled out the best he could, once his softening cock was out of you he watched as you moved your underwear back, almost giddy that you were keeping his cum in you. moving himself back into his boxers and jeans, knowing he would probably be messy until he got into his truck.

getting off his lap and sitting next to him, reaching up and into the passenger seat for your shorts. pulling them up and onto you without struggling too much then fixing yourself back into your bra and tank top.

“i have napkins if you wanna use them” sirius offered, you smiled but declined.

“i’ll clean up when i get to my sisters, her house isnt too far from here” you said, taking your phone and putting it in the passenger seat.

“dinner tonight? ill only stay at my sisters for like an hour and a half so like does 8:30 sound good?” you asked, looking over at him. red tinted his cheeks as he nodded.

“okay, i’ll pick up take out on my way home” you said and stretched a bit before you both get out of your car.

walking to the drivers side as sirius opened your door for you, you smiled and asked if he still likes the one restaurant that was by the Walgreen’s near your guys houses and listed his order, only knowing it from how many times the delivery person had dropped it off at your house instead of his.

sirius seem shocked that you knew it from memory by now, not thinking it had happened that many times to remember.

soon you both said your goodbyes and went your own ways, both excited to meet up later.

[scriptlgbt]

Question: Gay + Ace GNC teenager

Hi! I'm writing a story were the main character is gay and asexual teenager in the modern day US. I was wondering if you could give me some pointers about his romantic and sexual orientations to help me write them without being offensive. It would also be helpful if you could give me advice about him wearing woman's clothes and makeup for pure comfort and enjoyment. Last piece of advice I'm going to ask for is how to write aphobia and homophobia (if that's okay with you) in a realistic way without being offensive or insensitive way. Thank you :) (I hope this wasn't to much to ask for).

Answer

This is extremely broad and hard to advise specifically for because of that, unfortunately. With regards to writing a gay ace character, what sorts of issues are you thinking may come up? Anything specific you need the blanks filled in for? (I know our ask is closed, but since this wasn't anon, I hope it's okay to ask you to reblog or reply to elaborate?)

Gender Presentation

With regards to wearing "women's" clothing, I think this sort of thing is something you could totally just write as being normal. Something that mentions what he is wearing without over-writing the things you don't necessarily know. If you feel the need to add in dialogue about it, it could always be something that makes it clear that this is just what he finds comfortable, and that everyone has their own unique relationship to clothes and gender expression.

Writing Instances of Bigotry

With aphobia and homophobia, you need to make it clear to any audience members who experience these things that you are on their side. This means, if possible, giving them the ability to brace for impact if needed. I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver did an AMAZING job with this. The opening scene is in situ after a specific traumatizing event happens, where the main character is calling an estranged sister for help. The impact of what happened is described prior to the actual event, which is still described early on, but not first thing. Giving audience the space and care, a narrative that acknowledges they may share the pain of the characters, means a lot.

I don't know enough about your specific plot, character, or setting, or what specific instances of aphobia and homophobia you were thinking to depict. Some will have more specific advice, and there are some things I think only people who have gone through it should write. But if we're talking about smaller instances, or something that happens in passing and is not recurring throughout the story, this is the advice I have. I'm sorry I cannot give anything more specific, but I hope it helps some.

mod nat

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Fixated

A/N: I can’t explain how I am feeling, so I am going to let fic do it instead. This is entirely written without edits, without a read through.  Overworked!Scott

Edit: Okay I did a read through. Remaining mistakes are mine

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Virgil is the first to notice. Maybe because he’s Virgil, and possibly because he’s the only one who can call Scott his immediate older brother, so there’s something in their closeness in age, having navigated childhood together almost as equals, that sets his Scott-sense apart from that of his younger siblings.

When Scott was thirteen and Virgil was eleven, Scott was in the eighth grade and had to write a research report on the Wright Brothers, the pioneers of modern aviation. And that was all well and good, because Scott was going to start training for his pilot’s license right when he turned sixteen. The report became not just a chronicle of the historical figures’ lives, but also of flight, of the first airplane itself and the prototypes before it, of physics, and aerodynamics. He researched in a way he never had before because it was a subject he was passionate about.

He obsessed.

Like John but different.

John absorbed the search for knowledge into the fiber of his being, his fingertips always itching to take a deeper dive through archives when he heard a word he didn’t know or a concept he couldn’t explain fully. Research was as much a part of John as music was for Virgil, or swimming was for Gordon. It was a companion he could always revisit later, and so like all of them with hobbies that mattered, John knew how to catalog  and save for a better time, and turn the itch aside when he needed to. He knew when to stop.

Scott didn’t. Scott defined the turn of phrase “down the rabbit hole.” Alice caught and enraptured by the not yet known or understood.

When he cared, he obsessed.  

That project got finished with an A+, but resulted in anxious shaking that didn’t alleviate until a few days after the grades came back. Scott had lost weight, skipped his extra curriculars, and Virgil hadn’t seen him for two whole weeks while he worked. The younger ones likely didn’t remember.

But Virgil did. And he knew the signs. Forgetting to eat, falling asleep at his computer or on his books, waking up earlier than normal to get a head start to whatever imaginary goals he created for himself that day.

So, the day Virgil notices, it’s because Scott missed lunch. Grandma had made hot wings, which was one of his favorites, so the smell of char in the air would’ve been enough to set his stomach rumbling. With Scott absent when he definitely shouldn’t be, Virgil decides to make him a plate, six hot wings with ranch on the side, and some celery.

He finds Scott at their father’s his work desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard, intently scanning the files behind the screen.

“Hey, I brought you lunch.”

No answer.

Virgil steps closer to the desk, sure that once Scott catches him in his periphery, he’d acknowledge his presence. But Scott doesn’t appear to have a periphery when he’s focused like that.

“Scott?” There’s a little room on the desk, so he nudges a few papers to the side and slides the plate down. “Scooter?” He looks tense. He can see knots forming, so he drops a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and –

“FU—”

Scott nearly jumps out of his skin, his hands fly up, catching the side of the plate which clatters, sending ranch and hot sauce all over the floor. Even MAX scurries away with a low beep at the sudden sound, and Virgil flinched in a sudden panic when the dish slipped through his fingers.

“Sorry, sorry! I just meant to help.” Virgil is already kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up what he can with his hands, knowing he needs a wet rag. Maybe a mop.

The little cup that held the ranch slid a ways. Gross.

“Ah. Thanks, Virg,” Scott says. And he means it, Virgil knows that. But he can also see the gears in Scott’s head still working, still thinking about whatever he had been focused on, not quite fully present. “Umm. Do you have this? I’m under a deadline.” He looks at his watch. “Ugh. A rough one. I’d help if I could.”

“No, I got this! Sorry, Scott.” He picks up the dirty hot wings, placing them on a plate for their compost pile. “Is there anything else I can get you instead? These were the last of them.”

But Scott doesn’t answer. He’s already back to his computer.

~*~

Gordon is next.

He may not have the same Scott-sense as Virgil, may not have picked up on it as quickly, but he and Scott both share early morning routines, meeting in the kitchen at 5:00, Scott dressed in a tank and his running shorts, Gordon in his swimsuit, a towel around his shoulders. Coffee is too heavy to start the day, but Scott usually would begin the brew for when they returned (and in case Virgil woke up) while Gordon filled their respective water bottles. Whoever finished first chose the energy boost of choice – sometimes just a snack bar, sometimes a shake. On weekends, it might be oatmeal or toast.

Out by the pool by 5:15. Stretching was important.

Scott began his run. Gordon began his laps. They went about their day. Rinse, repeat.

Occasionally a rescue might come in and affect their sleep cycle just a bit, but Scott and Gordon were both military. If they weren’t rising before the sun, it was too late and they lost half their day already.

So Gordon is next, because Scott doesn’t meet him in the kitchen. He’s not sure he knows how to make smoothies for one – hasn’t in a long time – so he proportions his ingredients for two, fills a second cup for Scott when he wakes, and sticks it in the refrigerator so it will stay cold.

He pushes himself during his exercise. He was long past chasing times, but he still raced himself. Seconds could save a life, and so he exercised for speed, for longevity sometimes. For survival.

It’s a longevity day, so he’s abandons speed for energy conservation, which makes it a long morning.

His muscles are tired and sore when he returns to the kitchen and opens the fridge for a drink to boost his electrolytes. He is not in the mood for coffee today, but sees the pot is half full, so someone is up. But it’s not Scott.

Because the smoothie is still in the fridge, untouched.

He tells himself he needs to check in on Scott once he finishes his research down at the dock today. He’s been tracking a pod of dolphins near Mateo and has been needing to collect the latest data captured by his little research vessel.

He’ll catch him later. Figure out what’s going on.

~*~

Then it’s Alan.

Alan admires Scott, has been practically raised by him since Dad disappeared. Scott is everything Alan wants to be… just the John version of him. Take Scott’s courage and bravery, John’s love of space, you get Alan. Eyes on the horizon, but looking beyond it into stratosphere, exosphere, the space between stars itself.

He’s a hell of a pilot. He knows that. He wouldn’t be the pilot of Thunderbird Three otherwise. But a part of him will always seek the approval of his older siblings. He wants to make Scott proud.

Scott hasn’t had the time for him lately. He’s been working on… oh he doesn’t know. They don’t tell him. Something for Tracy Industries.

His final quarter grades have come out, and he aced all his classes.  It had been a hard semester and juggling his courses between rescues had been tough. He’d needed to call on his brothers’ expertise a few times.

He knows Scott has his file somewhere in his email, but he likely hasn’t gotten to it yet because he hasn’t said anything to him. It’s been a few days. So Alan pulls up his grades on his datapad and strolls past the center of the lounge over to Scott.

The first time he says Scott’s name, he doesn’t answer.

Nor the second.

The thirdfourthfifth time, because that’s how he called for him, the name running together like that, Scott irritably gives him a low grumble of “What do you want, Alan?” He doesn’t glance up, and the smile falters from Alan’s face.

“Oh, I, uh—” This was silly. It’s not important, really. Scott will get to it eventually.  “My grades came through. When you get a chance.”

He grumbles in response. “I’ll look later,” he says. “I need to…”

But he trails off, back to his computer, and Alan still doesn’t know what project stole his brother away.

~*~

John’s the last.

He’s called to check in. He’s definitely connected, but....

Scott is slumped at his desk, and John’s calls are not working.

“Scott!”

No answer. The figure at the desk doesn’t budge. So John opens a channel to the rest of his brothers, his feet already sending him toward the space elevator as he calls out. “I can’t wake Scott!”

[tooweirdforyou]

Home » With Ace

A/N : AAAAHH I KNOW IM NOT DOING REQUESTS BUT I CAN’T HELP BUT WORK ON MY OWN IDEAS— T^T

Inspired by the New Years ep. of Fruits Basket! :)) and a little bit by the song, Home.

note : modern! AU, Husband! Ace

Summary : Having encouraged Ace to go home to spend the new year with his family, you spend this special occasion alone, only for a unexpected visitor to come. Idk

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“Are you positive, [Name]?”

Chuckling a bit at his paranoid persistence, you couldn’t help but smile at him for it. You thought it was cute how much he cared for you.

“Yes, I’m positive. Go spend some time at home with Pops, for the holiday, okay? I’m sure Marco, Thatch and the others miss you.”

Ace pouts as he looks up at the sky, leaning against the stop-sign at the end of the block, the bright moon shining down on him with the lightest snow sprinkling down.

“It’s not too late come with.”

He hums, a softer smile presenting onto his face as he exhales out, the puff of smoke erupting from his lips due to the cold.

You snuggle under your blanket and glance to the picture frame standing on your bedside table. “Tempting, but I’m okay. Go spend it at home with your family, Ace. I’ll see you a couple days after New Years?”

Ace’s soft smile turns a bit bitter and sad as he nods, regardless of you not being able to see it.

“Yeah.. see you after New Years.”

“...”

Unable to hold your smile any longer, you just fidgeted with the brand new ring on your left finger a bit before hearing him again.

“Hey, I love you.”

“Yeah.. I love you... see you.”

With that, you hung up on him and set your phone down, staring blankly in your lap.

Ace, almost sensing the weak and sad tone in your voice, felt his heart break just a little bit as he closed his eyes and brought his phone down dejectedly.

Staring down at his ring wrapped around his finger on his left hand, he glanced at the time on his wrist and sighs once more.

“Time to go.”

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“Home.. the place where I can go.. to take this off my shoulders.. someone take me home..”

Singing the soft tune, your fingers unknowingly grip the picture frame tighter, every note weaker than the last.

Glossy eyes looked down at the photo, seeing a happy family together. Two parents, their children in front of them and bright smiles plastered across their faces.

And in the back, if you flipped it, marked a date. The date of when you last saw them, before the accident. The accident, that costed their lives.

Tears dripped onto the picture frame in your lap, wetting the glass. Sniffles can be heard from you, as you sat in silence in your bed.

“Someone.. take me.. home.”

-

“Ace! I’m glad you could make it, it’s been a while since you visited!” Thatch grins widely, patting his shoulder once the raven-haired male entered the home.

“Yeah.. how’ve you been?” Ace, still feeling a bit skeptic of leaving you at home all alone, just plasters the best smile he could to his brother.

“Been great! Where’s your partner? You just got married right? Congrats, by the way.”

“.. they didn’t want to impose so they’re at home.”

“Alone?” A new voice questions, and the two men turn to see another fellow brother, with a pineapple yellow and style hair.

“Marco.” Ace nods, greeting and acknowledging him which Marco does the same. “Your significant other is home alone? They don’t have family?”

“Yeah. They died in an accident a few months ago..” Ace mumbles, sliding off his jacket and Marco exchanged a glance with Thatch.

“Spending New Years all alone without family? Not even any friends?” Thatch frowns softly, pulling away from Ace.

Ace pauses to think a bit, his coat halfway off his arms.

“I can’t imagine what the feeling must be like, having to spent New Years all alone.. going through a new year all by yourself, must be a terrible way to start it off.”

Slowly, realization was filling Ace inside, worry and panic slowly seeping in, as he pulled back on his jacket.

“Spending and going through New Years with family every year, just to experience the first one without them?.. must be heartbreaking.”

Scrambling to zip up his coat, Ace nearly tripped as he ran back over to the front door to pull on his shoes, shocking the two other males.

“Ace? Where are you going?”

“I’m going home!”

With that, Ace pulled open the door and slammed it shut behind him as he began to run. Even if his legs have out or he slipped on ice, he didn’t stop running.

Whitebeard, who was listening from behind the corner, smiles softly to himself at the little plan his two boys Thatch and Marco came up with.

“Clever.” Whitebeard comments, revealing himself to the two.

Not surprised, Marco and Thatch simply smiled and turned to their Pops.

“I didn’t think any of us would allow Ace to spend New Years away from his significant other.” Thatch hums, stretching his arms and let them lay behind his head.

“I’m sure you would have gave him a beating if he actually chose to stay here after leaving them at home alone.” Marco adds, crossing his arms as he smiles softly.

Whitebeard chortles as he turns away. “You’re damn right I would. Leave him be. It won’t hurt to have one New Years without him.”

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Playing the same song on repeat, you were laying down, enjoying the music softly playing in the background and continued to stare at the picture frame above you in your hands.

“Someone take me home... someone take me-“

There was a loud, pounding knock on your door.

Startled, you sat up on your bed and sniffed, wiping any tears that gave yet to dry, and walked over to the door, leaving your room.

The knocking didn’t stop.

“It’s New Year’s Eve....” you mumble to yourself, wondering who the hell was at the door, and finally making it, you pull open the door.

And there he was.

Standing on your porch, right outside your doorway, stood someone you very least expected.

“Ace?”

“Hi..”

Brows furrowed as you watch him standing there, clearly out of breath and covered in the snow that was falling.

“Hi?.. Ace... what are you doing here? I thought you were going home to spend time with—“

Dropping his bag, Ace lunges himself towards you immediately, pressing his lips with yours, cheeks being caressed and cupped by his hands.

Your eyes widen as you stood frozen, still processing what he was doing and what was occurring.

His cold thumbs successfully wiping away at the teardrops that were streaming down your cheeks from your silent crying earlier.

Though his lips were chapped, they weren’t at all cold.

All they gave you was love and warmth, which was more than enough to block out the cold since the door was still wide open.

Soon enough, your arms stretch themselves around his neck desperately, more tears streaming down your wet cheeks as you eagerly kissed him back.

It didn’t take long for Ace to pull away, looking down at your glossy, tear-filled eyes with his lips still centimeters away.

The softest whisper came out as he wiped your tears once more.

“I am home. You are my home.”

And so, he presses his lips against yours once more.

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A/N : AAAAH I THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTEEEE!

okay but Fr, I know the song didn’t make too much sense..? But. I wrote it and I didn’t wanna change it because I’m lazy.

I hope you enjoyed this!! And I’m SO SORRY requests aren’t coming out- TuT

[neonponders]

*sigh* catch me projecting on a Saturday.

I read this post ( @lazybakerart you wizard - ALSO IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?????? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹) and am now thinking about a sugardaddy!Billy with an ace!Steve. (*emphasis on grey ace*)

* Please nobody attack me for writing about leather fashion. I’m vegetarian and it’s fiction. Live a little. *

Read on ao3 ~

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Steve just kind of stared at the box on the restaurant table. It wasn’t a ring box, but it was velvet. Goodness knew how many of these he’d seen in his life.

Steve knew wealth. He knew money, and all of the material variations therein.

He’d gotten pedicures with his mother before his father declared such a thing unfit for a boy coming into puberty. If you look like a man, act like a man. As if men didn’t have feet, or something.

Then he went to the salon. That wasn’t so easy to take away. Ventures with her son seemed to be the only things keeping Mrs. Harrington from being connected to her husband’s hip, so Mr. Harrington let them both have this one. Steve, fresh out of graduation, being given a hairdresser’s chair to accomplish summer-fresh highlights.

Mrs. Harrington was also the type of woman to enjoy shoes. Everyone has a thing. For some, they had bags. Others, jewelry. Vintage furniture. Designer wallpaper. Mrs. Harrington enjoyed shoes. It was where Steve learned to carry a woman’s bags, but he didn’t stay outside of the store. He learned how to clean suede, the difference between a 130 So Kate and an ordinary heel. What fetish meant in terms of fashion. He can convert heels sizes in millimeters to inches faster than a cashier calculating change.

Tommy and Carol had joked about Steve’s father having a different kind of fetish. Nothing to do with fashion, and everything to do with sex. Steve had foolishly let them into his mother’s bedroom and they were having a field day with a shoe closet that cost more than both of their houses combined. Still smelling of Nancy and pool chlorine, Steve as good as ended that friendship right there.

Because they didn’t get it.

Mr. Harrington certainly didn’t get it. Could never have such a sexual inclination because he didn’t understand pampering or indulgent interests.

He understood favors. Material apologies.

Mrs. Harrington had a collection of pearls and diamonds that she never wore.

Steve knew she liked opals and pink, pink rubies, because Steve liked opals too. Because he used his father’s money to buy ruby studs his mother actually wore. Because he gets her oldest, broken bracelet with green amber fixed, and she wears it until it breaks again. And then she presented Steve with a thin, gold chain to go around his ankle. With a gleaming, green amber stone flanked by two opals.

The green goes with our eyes, she said. Someone special will see the green in all that brown. It’s why we look good in reds.

Steve was still looking at the box on the table.

“It’s not going to catch fire, the longer you glare at it.”

His dark hazel, creek water eyes slanted up to the man sitting opposite him.

Billy Hargrove.

Stubborn to a fault. Gorgeous as Lucifer with wings freshly burnt off. And just as dangerous.

“I thought I said no more gifts.”

“And I ignored you. Open it.”

Steve went about it like ripping off a bandaid. He sighed at the window beside their booth, wrenching the thing open to see -

Diamonds.

He shut it with a loud clap and set it on Billy’s placemat. “No, thanks.”

The man’s features froze in tolerant stoicism, but he eased the box inside his suit jacket pocket. “You’re a hard one to shop for.”

Steve’s eyes widened dramatically over his wine glass of water. Not because he was sober - he’d willingly pay for an overpriced red, himself, if the handsome asshole weren’t trying to wave his wallet everywhere. “You can stop trying to buy your way into my pants any time you want.”

“If that’s all I wanted, I would’ve stopped three months ago.”

Three months ago,

When Billy breezed into Steve’s life as easily as he had senior year of high school. The two of them certainly deserved some kind of award for having a bizarre history.

Within a handful of months, Billy had arrived upon a turbulent time in Steve’s life, and then left nearly as quickly. Billy witnessed Steve and Nancy’s break-up, Steve’s fall from Hawkins High grace, and even beat his face a little bit. Because that’s what teenage men with bad emotional processing and even worse communication skills do.

Now, almost ten years later, Billy had some kind of empire behind him and Steve, well, didn’t. He had no idea what Billy’s job consisted of, but he got little hints. Mostly the negative space from Billy’s lack of discussing his job told Steve a whole lot.

Steve, who worked two jobs and occasional gigs wherever he was needed. During one such time, while Steve managed the cables and sound boards for Robin’s band, Billy Hargrove sauntered up to him with just as much charm mixed with hauteur as he’d ever displayed.

It wasn’t like meeting an old friend, because they had never been more than acquaintances, and roughly ten years was enough time for a personality to evolve ten different ways.

Steve couldn’t say how much he and Billy had evolved, really, but there was a point in there somewhere.

Maybe it lived in the, “I never expected to see you in a dyke club, pretty boy,” since it was all the coming out either of them needed.

Or the wanton kisses and fervent hands underneath the neon rainbow on the venue’s wall.

Maybe the point sat in the things Billy wanted, and what Steve was reticent to provide. Because Billy was a king who knew what he liked, and seemed particularly talented at walking into Steve’s personal crises like an anniversary.

Steve craved.

But he didn’t know what he craved. What he yearned for. He knew Billy’s kisses made his brain go molten and fuzzy. He knew Billy’s smell brought him just as much comfort, excitement, and anxiety. He knew finally being outside of sex-crazed high school had deflated something in him. The expectations to perform. He knew losing Robin’s stupid game of You Rule / You Suck gave him a secret gift of relief.

But he still craved. He wanted touch but he wanted to be alone. He wanted companionship but he didn’t want sex. But he did enjoy sex, except he didn’t want the expectation of it.

Well.

That was it, wasn’t it?

Billy Hargrove, who could have anyone he wanted plastered to his stupid, unbuttoned chest, had sought out Steve. Steve, king of mixed signals, Harrington. It was only a matter of time before he got his face beaten again. For wasting Billy’s time. For refusing Billy’s advances even though Steve clearly enjoyed Billy’s lips on his neck, and Billy’s hand on his inner thigh. For wanting Billy’s company and flirtation without the rules that finished in the bedroom.

So Steve refused the gifts. The material favors he could’ve sold for a better apartment. Fucked his way to owning a house that his mom would feel comfortable visiting. Be an unfeeling toy who could pay for his mother’s shoes and his own pedicures.

“Steve?”

He turned away from the window and the city’s electric constellations. “Hm?”

“Where’d you go?”

The back of Steve’s throat ached. He looked down at their appetizer plates and decided, “I think I’m going home.” After a second of them both hearing it out loud, Steve said with more conviction, “I need to be home right now. I’m sorry. Thanks for dinner.”

He almost reached for his wallet to pay for his half of the artichoke dip, but reconsidered. He took his old prom tuxedo jacket off on the way to the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before he pressed his face into the old fibers.

It would be easier if Steve didn’t know money. If wealth were a foreign pillow he had never slept on; could be spoiled into never giving it up again.

Like a true mother with a sixth sense, Steve withdrew a package from his mailbox when he returned to his apartment building. Mrs. Harrington’s versions of care packages were fashion magazines, a subscription to The New Yorker, polaroids of her latest closet pieces, and Steve’s favorite candy.

He loved it all. He didn’t need laminated recipes, bags of rice, or resupplied hair products. He went up to his bedroom, stripped down to nothing, and fell into bed with the hefty parcel. Fruity hard candies fell out like confetti, and he stuck a green apple square inside his cheek while he looked through her baggie of polaroids.

Peach suede 130s. Steve felt a warm tickle in his belly at that. She only wore 130s if she was pissed at his father. A woman in 130s walked with the force of a storm, mostly because the damn things were nearly intolerable to wear without a platform.

Another pair of diamond earrings. One of these days, people were going to realize how boring clear rocks were.

Dark, amethyst Miu Mius with the heel and toe encrusted with pearls. Steve’s dad must’ve really pissed her off to warrant that apology.

The magazine subscription had piled up, so he had three New Yorkers to read, but he opened the tome of Vogue first. His mother dog-earred her favorite articles, scent samples, and spreads. She often favored the androgynous and male fragrances. Steve liked that a whole lot. He wasn’t sure if she did that for him because he liked them, or if he liked them because she did that.

He held the magazine to his face as he went to the kitchen, smelling the first fragrance sample while he reached for his cache of boxed cake mix. It was a funfetti kind of night. He rattled the package of sprinkles in his hand while reading about some summer collection where the runway happened in a Greek ampitheatre. Sounded fun. Sounded like a great vacation. Beach, wine, and then modern art fusing with ancient architecture.

Steve didn’t excel in chemistry, but he knew a different kind of magic.

Which didn’t actually include baking. The cake emerged a little dark, but he cut off the burnt top, iced it to glorious, sugar perfection, and took a slice to bed with him. He turned the parcel upside-down for the last of the candy to come out so he could throw the envelope away -

Two bottles of nail polish landed heavily on the bed. Steve lifted the darker bottle to see a purple so ebony he thought it was black until he opened it to see the paint up close.

Purple and peach. To match his mother’s shoes.

Not many people understood his parents’ methods of producing or avoiding affection. But Steve did. He shook up the poison violet and painted his toenails in between forkfuls of cake.

He didn’t hear from Billy the next day.

Or the next.

As bad as Steve felt, he couldn’t say he minded. Nor would he be surprised if Billy never called him again. The idea brought a lonely peace during the commute to work, reading his magazines on the train before keeping them safe in a folder that he stuffed inside his backpack. Even if Steve’s chest felt like a cold balloon, with its latex worn thin and tired, he had his little things to keep him warm.

Then a knock on his apartment door.

Steve answered it with a cheek full of cake, interrupted from making his grocery list of actual nutritional value - 

Billy had never visited before. Steve stared at him long enough for him to ask, “Are you going to let me in?”

Steve glanced at the box under his arm and turned into his apartment with a sigh. Billy closed the door behind him as he remarked, “You don’t know what’s in it yet.”

There wasn’t exactly anywhere for Steve to theatrically storm off to. His kitchen was also his living room, and a half-wall partitioned the bedroom off to the side. His apartment was one long rectangle, and Steve remained stuck in the middle of it.

“Billy, I don’t know what you want from me that you think you can get from expensive things.”

“I don’t recall asking for anything in return,” he drawled while removing his coat.

“Don’t take that off,” Steve retorted.

“I’m taking it off.”

“This isn’t going to be a long visit.”

“Would you at least open the damn thing first?” Billy presented the box on the flat of his hand like a waiter’s tray.

Steve knew a shoe box when he saw one. He swatted the lid off the box before he even meant to. He was so tired of this game. Of these rules. He doesn’t want to see some snotty designer sneaker that isn’t to his taste. Some item the rules would dictate he accept without complaint. Or some chunky, foamy plastic, glorified tennis shoe that is over hyped . . .

He sees the red first.

It’s not a sneaker.

Hot Chick heels. 100mm. Black suede on top, red bottom. The leather around the heel scallop-cut like minimalist flower petals.

Steve’s breath has stopped in his chest. The pad of his thumb moved across the soft, matte leather before he stops himself. He tries to look stern when he dares to peek up at Billy, but those water-turquoise eyes are steady on him, absorbing his every reaction.

“These don’t exist in suede.”

Because they didn’t. Hot Chicks came in patent leather only.

“They do now.”

“Louboutin sizes down.”

“Then we’ll have them stretched.”

Steve is losing. Billy knows he’s losing. Billy - he -

“How - ?” Steve begins but stops. He closed his eyes and swallowed, only to flinch a little when Billy grasped his chin, holding him in place as he leaned in to lick the corner of his mouth free of icing.

“Will you try them on for me?”

Steve feels a mixture of defeat mixed in with petulance and vulnerable glee as he warily takes the box to his humble couch. Billy looked at his bed, and then to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment. He strolled into it and lifted the knife for a slice.

Steve, meanwhile, took his time. He opened the paper from where it had floated back over the shoes. He lifted the box to inhale the leather. He took one shoe out just to...see it. Look at it. Read the number stamped on the red arch.

Steve had to remove his socks, revealing his lacquered toes as Billy sat next to him with a plate. He eased the coffee table out of the way, giving Steve room to wiggle his foot into the severe 100mm heel.

They were hardly glamorous under his old, cut-off sweats.

But.

He’d never actually seen his feet in heels before. Never bothered to try to find his size.

Billy handed him the other shoe, and stood up with a ready hand. Steve wiggled into it and accepted his hold as he stood up.

How do you walk in those? he’d once asked his mother.

Trust the heel, my love, she’d answered, strolling around her bedroom in her 130s. If you’ve paid enough for it, it better hold up your entire form, and your dating baggage.

Steve had laughed, but listened to her every word. Move like a wheel barrow. You pivot on your toes, like the wheel, and rest on the heels.

“I’ve got you,” Billy purred when Steve teetered. Just a little.

“Why did you get me these?” Steve had to ask while he began to ease his arm off of Billy’s shoulders.

“Might’ve had a look inside your mail,” he admitted shamelessly. “I thought you might’ve ordered something and I could finally see what you liked. Instead, it’s the one thing I’ve seen you accept.”

“You’re a creep,” Steve declared, but he couldn’t look away from his feet as he strolled around the coffee table.

Billy laughed and sat down to his cake. “This is good.”

“It’s from a box.”

“It’s still good.”

Things . . . changed, after that. Billy came over just to come over. And he pestered Steve with endless questions.

“Do you like these?” he asked with his nose against the magazine pages.

Steve towered over him in his heels, but he’d wash dishes in whatever he wanted, thanks very much. And leather needed to be worn, as his mother taught him. Plastic is trash. If it comes from a living creature, it lives on a creature.

Steve snorted beside him. “My mom crimps those pages.”

“But do you like them?”

“They’re fun in magazines, but perfumes were never really my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Right now? You, elbows deep in here.”

Billy perked right out of the magazine only to lock onto the sink. “Because you’re having trouble reaching it now?”

Steve meant to have a witty come-back, but he got caught up in his own giggles. “Yeah.”

Then,

“Can I stay the night?”

Something must have flashed across his face, because Billy added, “Not for sex. I’ve taken the hint, all right?”

Steve slowly unfolded his socks where he sat on the foot of the bed. “Why do you want to?”

Billy wiped his hands on the dish towel and padded across the room to sit beside him. “Because I want to taste you before I sleep. And I wanna taste you when I wake up. I want your snark in my ears all the time - ”

“All the time?” Steve repeated, deadpan.

“Yeah, all the time. I can’t believe it either.”

Billy’s features were warm, unbelievably warm as he watched Steve laugh. “Of course I want to have sex with you. But I miss you when... I miss you all the time. It’s embarrassing.”

Steve rolled his eyes onto him, to which Billy defended, “I have things to do.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the big man in town,” Steve babied, pushing his chest so he toppled backward.

“I am, actually,” he crooned, his hands finding Steve’s legs easily when he straddled him. “I’d work better with you on my desk.”

“My hairy legs and scraped up heels?” Steve threatened breathily, holding Billy’s cheek and jaw in one hand while he leaned over him so all Billy could see was Steve.

“All of it,” he exhaled, and pulled Steve’s head the last inch for a kiss.

Billy’s next gift was a pair of slippers. Plush, soft, and perfect after an afternoon in 100s.

Then he gave Steve a massage. Steve could accept those with ease. The balls of his feet hurt and even blushed a faint indigo from being so unused to heels. The warm attention of Billy’s hands on the arches of his feet, heels, and ankles; as well as the cold tennis balls he stored in Steve’s freezer to roll along his feet.

By then, he’d seen Steve’s anklet. So the next shoe box Steve opened were dark green suede, as poisonously dark as his mother’s violet heels. The toe was bare, but the heel was encrusted with opals. The milky stones flashed green and orange as Steve walked in the 120mm heel.

“How do they feel?”

Steve, with far more mastery over heels now, pivoted on his toes and planted one on the couch in between Billy’s thighs. His warm hand cradled Steve’s ankle immediately.

“What if I shaved for these?”

“Then I’d never take my hands off you.”

“So nothing would change,” Steve giggled, teasing gone as he landed on Billy’s lap. The man underneath him hummed his mirth into Steve’s mouth, his other hand burying in Steve’s hair while he let Steve control the kiss, explore his mouth.

“I thought they’d go with your eyes,” he said when the kiss petered off and Steve kissed his nose. Billy touched the pad of his thumb high on Steve’s cheek. “There’s a little bit of green there.”

Steve let Billy fuck him in those shoes.

Because he finally craved all the way, beyond fear of rules. Beyond the existence of toys. He craved Billy deeper than skin, and Billy gave it to him.

And when Billy got him a pair of 130s . . . blood red and spiked with tiny, crimson points, he let Steve fuck him.

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Obey Me OC Profile!

Finally decided to post something myself here! Here’s the profile of my Obey Me OC, Rulgrodath.

Name: Rulgrodath

AKA: Ru

Birthday: Jan 13th

Zodiac: Capricorn

Favourite colour/colour scheme: Black, green, blue and silver

Scent: Ocean – seaweed, sea salt.

Height: 5’3’’

Voice: Strong but pretty quiet most of the time, very sarcastic when she’s angry, ranges between alto and soprano tones because of her music career, if she’s talking and she wants someone to hear, they know about it. Her voice is loudest when she’s angry, but she tends to go very quiet beforehand, and speaks through gritted teeth before she blows up.

Eyes: Yellow with a slit, catlike pupil

Hair: Dark brown, reaches about ¾ down her back, has a slightly lopsided fringe parting 

Body: 

Demon form: One pair of large black feathered wings with an iridescent sheen of green and blue, two sets of horns, one curling down either side of her head and two sets of horns, one curling down the sides of her head, one sticking up, green and blue scales on her temples, jaw and neck, long black green and blue feathered tail, black feathers around her shoulders and neck, usually wears a set of black gloves with two sets of finger armour on the index and middle finger of her right hand, black leggings and tank top (occasionally a black dress).

Human(ish) form: very skinny, no horns or wings, still has the scales, wears the same finger armour as in her demon form but without the gloves, hoodies or fluffy jumpers and leggings or sweatpants depending on how she feels, and a necklace Levi bought for her at a Comic Con as a sign of friendship.

Obsessions/habits: Can have severe body issues at times as it reminds her of how she died, this is what most of her breakdowns are based on, very protective of people she cares about, can overthink a lot, if nervous she’ll either bite her lip or mess with her hands (e.g. tapping, wringing her hands, cracking her knuckles), if she’s wearing a necklace or jewellery she’ll mess with that or her hair, will absorb herself in music or games when she’s upset, can verbally and emotionally blow up if she’s pushed too far, is also pretty self conscious about her height as compared to most demons she is very small due to her originally being a human.

Sweet spot/Sensitive place: Top of her head and behind her ears - she will start purring like a cat, very ticklish, will punch or try to freeze whoever is tickling her unless they are very close (e.g. Mammon, Astro*, Hiris**). 

Talents: Musician, very talented vocalist, good at comforting people when they're having bad days and cheering them up, not afraid to stand up for herself and other, can be quite terrifying at times, notices small details pretty often, can read body language and pick up on details of a person's attitude, personality and actions

Faults/sins: Envy and Pride, as those are what killed her, severe body issues, has a tendency of putting others above her own wellbeing, inner conflict of wanting to be perfect and knowing that is self destructive, a bit of a people pleaser,

Special skills/powers: Water magic, calming voice.

Music taste: Very wide, varies from jazz/swing to modern pop, film and game soundtracks to classical music, rock to musicals. The only kind of music she doesn't particularly like is reggae.

Personality: Kind, a little overprotective, a 'mum' friend to anyone she cares about, not afraid to speak her mind, will stand up for others, tough outside, soft inside.

Nicknames: RuRu (Mammon), Treasure (Mammon), Player 3 (Levi), Water Witch, Ice Queen/Ice Witch/Snow Witch, White Witch 

Backstory key points: Grew up in a family of musicians, was heavily praised throughout her life, grew envious of other musicians she thought were better than her, which led to her practicing almost constantly with no breaks. Died of starvation, dehydration and exhaustion. Was reborn in the Devildom as a demon of Envy and Pride. Met Levi at a Comic Con - they literally ran into each other, Levi in Lord of Shadows cosplay, Ru in Female Henry cosplay on her way to perform on stage, they bonded after the performance. Stayed in contact online for a while before meeting up in cosplay a few times, then to hang out as friends. Levi eventually brought her back to HOL to play games, where she was introduced to his brothers.

Animal theme: Feathered dragon/bald eagle

Relations to other characters:

Lucifer: Heavy dislike because of how harsh he can be to his brothers, especially Mammon. Will tolerate him though. Will quote musicals and sometimes Shakespeare to casually insult him. Will only lash out if he says something that might hurt someone, as a reminder that maybe he shouldn’t be so tough on those around him. 

Mammon: Love interest (ignore this if you don’t like OCs shipped with canon characters). Bonded after she first came home with Levi, she saw how, despite being talked down to by his brothers, he kept supporting them no matter what insults they threw at him. Very supportive of him and comforts him whenever she can.

Levi: Best friend (one of), was the first of the brothers she met, thinks he's funny and likes it when he starts rambling about things he likes, joins in at times, wants to help him with his insecurities.

Satan: Mutual respect for how much they both annoy Lucifer. Happy to talk about books and musicals with him. Tries to reassure him that he is not Lucifer 2.0

Asmo: Best friend (one of). Gossip, music and shopping buddies. Likes spending spa days together. Very supportive of her whenever she has a body image breakdown. Tries to calm her down when she's angry at Lucifer, but won't physically get in the way. 

Beel: Friends, he makes sure she has food if she's going through one of her body image episodes (was told by Mammon and Asmo), tries to comfort him when he's worried about what's happening between his brothers. Will frequently bake things for him and his brothers.

Belphie: Like Satan, mutual respect for how much they annoy Lucifer. Happy to lie about and just chill with him.

MC: Mother figure. Very protective of them and will defend them from anyone who wishes them harm, including the brothers. Makes sure they're alright as much as she can. Has a pact with them so they can call her whenever they need her.

Diavolo: Respects him. Understands he has a lot going on so will give help when asked, but most of the time will leave him be. Very grateful towards him due to him helping her get settled in the Devildom when she arrived after her death.

Barbatos: A little afraid of him because of his time related abilities. Tries to keep on his good side as much as she can.

Simeon: A bit of a fan, since he's the author of TSL, one of her favourite series. Holds him in very high regards, very happy to talk with him. Has offered to collaborate with him if he needs music for future films/episodes.

Luke: Considers herself a bit of a mother figure to him. Looks after him when he's upset, happy to bake with him as much as he wants.

Solomon: A little skeptical of him, considering the 72 pacts he has with demons and his magical ability. One of the few people she struggles to read.

Astro*: Best friend (one of). Will team up with her to stand up to Lucifer. Protective of one another, will gladly cause chaos together.

Hiris**: Best friend (one of). A little jealous at times because she still has some family, but overall similar relationship as between Ru and Astro. Will gladly try to satisfy her curiosity and listens to her stories a lot.

Role: Student, vocalist and musician at multiple clubs

Family: None, doesn’t know what happened to her human parents or siblings after she died, barely remembers them at all.

Extra facts:

Will use her water magic both to help herself and others to calm down after a bad day and also to trap anyone she wants to 'talk' to - will freeze their legs and shoes to the ground so they can't move (usually Lucifer or people who decide to verbally or physically attack one of her friends)

Will buy Mammon or Levi something from Akuzon without them knowing whenever they've had a bad day to cheer them up

Will cause water based inconveniences targeted at Lucifer if she wants a more subtle way of annoying him after he's given someone (usually Mammon) a too severe punishment - e.g. burst pipe in his bathroom, frozen drink when he's starting to overstep his boundaries (even when she's not in the room, has a codeword with Mammon for him to send to her if he ever feels like Lucifer is talking down to him too much), bucket of water is accidentally knocked over and it spills on him, water goes cold when he's having a shower and will not reheat (Lucifer knows its her but has no way to prove it as she's never actually seen doing it unless she wants to be seen, only MC, Hiris and Astro know that Ru has the HOL pipe system memorized so she knows which pipe goes to which room)

Most presents she gives that haven't been bought on Akuzon are either made with her water magic or tickets to concerts she has managed to get through a few connections (the latter is usually for Levi)

Can and will come up with the most creative insults she can

Is an ace at rhythm games

Has sung duets with Asmo/accompanied Asmo on several instruments 

Hates horror movies 

Always carries two flasks: one of water so she always has access to something to use for her powers, and one of pineapple juice to help soothe her throat. 

Has let Asmo style her several times for concerts - including the time with the suit and corset.

Loves swimming

Is bisexual

Ship facts (please disregard this if you don’t like OCs shipped with canon characters):

Often persuades Mammon to do shows/concerts with her as a way to make him feel better and to get back at his brothers

Mammon has persuaded her to do multiple modelling sessions with him.

Also uses the concerts she knows Mammon will be watching as a way to flirt with him - has worn a suit and corset with heeled boots to do this before.

Has kissed Mammon on stage multiple times.

Has Mammon saved as MonMon on her DDD 

*Astro belongs to one of my friends (will update if I find them on Tumblr)

**Hiris belongs to @storypanda88

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Congrats on 300! That's really amazing! Well done! Not surprised though, because your writing is super amazing! I especially love your undercover AU for ToG! My prompt is: "Really? Are you sure?" for Rowaelin, or alternatively another ToG ship, please?

I went with Rowaelin because, I’m trash for them. I’ve accepted that. Also thank you so, so much, I’m glad you like it. I really hope I did this prompt justice for you <3 Using my Undercover taglist here too.

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Rowan’s day had been rough, to say the least. It was also a Monday so, it was just a given, really.

First off, Aelin had been sick for, well, he didn’t know how many mornings in a row it was now, he’d lost count. He hated not being able to help her when she was sick; not knowing what to do, but she kept telling him she was fine. Clearly she wasn’t fine or he wouldn’t be holding her hair back every morning.  Aelin had promised him today before he’d left for work that she’d get it checked out, just to be sure. He had wanted to stay home, to go with her, to be there for her just in case it was something bad. His wonderful wife had just told him he was an overbearing buzzard and ‘to got the fuck to work’. There was no arguing with her, well he could try but, there would be no winning. And so he had relented, giving her a quick kiss to the forehead and telling her he loved her and dashing out the door before he was late.

And then he’d gotten to work.

He and Lorcan owned a Private Investigator firm, mainly specialising in missing persons cases. They usually found odd trails that the police couldn’t and if it was something solid, they passed on the information. Sometimes they were lucky and other times, not so much. Fenrys and Connall were in the building when he walked in and Rowan couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. He had a new assistant, she was slim, tall, blonde and pretty he guessed. To be quite honest, ever since Aelin had walked into his life, other women weren’t even noticeable. He only saw her, only ever thought of her.  Every time he hired someone new, the twins were over at the firm in an instant, fighting to win them over. Unless it was one of the times Rowan’s assistant was a male, then it was an easy win for Connall.

“Can I help you two imbeciles, or are you just here to fawn over the latest recruit. If that’s the case, which I know it is, then please leave. Or, better yet, go up a floor and bother Lorcan.”

Fenrys simply laughed and shook his head, his hair swinging with the motion from where he’d tied it back, “But the ladies love me Ro, I mean, what’s not to love?”

Connall snorted, and then smirked when his brother turned to glare at him. “I’m the better looking twin Fen, we all know it.”

He was not about to deal with a fucking pissing match today. He sighed, deciding to get rid of them as quickly as possible, hoping it would give him the peace and quiet he needed to actually work. “Connall, Lorcan actually has someone new up there with him too.”

“Ooo, really?” The smug bastard perked up at that and Fenrys looked at him with suspicion, most likely knowing where this was going. “Yeah. Dark haired, dark eyes, glasses and he’s shorter than you. Very much your type. You didn’t see him the other week because he hides behind the filing cabinets when you come in, blushing like a schoolgirl.”

As suspected, Con moved like lightning, not even bothering to wait for an elevator and taking the stairs. He made a beeline for his office, pushing the door open as fast as he could, but just as he was closing it, a foot slipped into the little gap and he wanted nothing more than to murder Fenrys just then.

“Come on Rowan, you just set my brother up, you could at least help me out too. I thought I was your favourite?” He shoved himself through the door, walking over to sit in front of Rowan’s desk and kicking his feet up. Not that it lasted, especially when he was pushed out of the chair and onto the floor. Rowan laughed as the golden haired man rubbed his ass, staring up at him with a pout.

“You’ll do well to remember, boyo, that without me, you’d have never pushed yourself to even talk to a girl. Also my new assistant is very much off of the market.”

He sat down in his newly vacated chair and pulled out his laptop. His newest case was a woman who’d come in about two weeks ago, saying her husband had been kidnapped. She was in hysterics as she’d told him the story, saying the police wouldn’t help, and so Rowan had said he’d do what he could. He went over everything the woman had given him and then followed on from there. Phone numbers, addresses and different picture sightings. Turned out that her husband had not in fact been kidnapped but had run off with another, much younger woman. He’d known for a few days now and was currently trying to figure out how to tell his client in the easiest way possible.

Rowan was broken from his thoughts when a certain pest spoke from across the room. For fucks sake, why hadn’t he left yet?

“How’s my best bud doing Rowan?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, now leave.”

“Har har. Ace knows I’d choose her over you, she’s so much more fun, hence why we’re besties.”

Rowan flipped him off, still not looking up from his laptop screen as he replied, “Aelin is sick.”

He flinched when Fen shouted, gripping onto the side of his desk from the sudden outburst. “What do you mean she’s sick? She’s never sick!”

“Keep your fucking voice down, fucking Christ. She keeps throwing up in the mornings but I keep getting told that she’s ‘fine’. Clearly, she is not fine.”

“Oh. Oh.” Rowan watched his face turn from worried confusion into some sedated happy smile. What the fuck did he mean ‘oh’?

“What do you mean ‘Oh’? I have no idea what’s wrong with her so you possibly can’t, and stop smiling. Aelin’s sickness is not something to smile about.”

His idiot friend tipped his head back and laughed, a deep rumbling laugh and Rowan wanted nothing more than to throttle him. When he finally stopped and met Rowan’s gaze again, he seemed to realise that Rowan still hadn’t understood what was so funny. “Wait. You really don’t get it do you? How can you-”

The sound of Rowan’s phone ringing cut the man off and he was pissed off at the interruption, until he saw that it was Aelin calling him. His wife never called when he was at work, not unless he’d asked her to when he had a few minutes spare. He was pressing the answer button within seconds, heart beating wildly in his chest. “Aelin sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, I just need you to come home.”

If nothing was wrong then why did she need him to come back? It had only been a few hours since he’d left the house.

“Alright, I’m coming. Are you sure nothing is wrong?”

“Yes Buzzard, I promise. I’ll see you soon.”

He’d packed up as fast as he could, telling Fenrys that they’d talk later and to go and check that his twin wasn’t fucking the newbie in one of the bathrooms.

That was how he’d ended up here, bursting through the door of their newly purchased home. It was big of course, Aelin would have nothing less, but the interior was simple and modern. Quite tame for his very extravagant wife.

“Aelin, baby, I’m home!”

“In the kitchen!”

He ran through the halls, not even taking his shoes off which he would most certainly get reprimanded for later, and spotted his wife sitting at the bar eating a plate of pickles with a dip that looked like...peanut butter?

“You’re sick, why on earth are you eating that? Let’s get you back to bed.” His wife groaned and rolled her eyes, standing from her stool to walk over and grab a brown paper bag from the counter. She took slow steps towards him while nibbling on her lower lip, looking up at him shyly from under her lashes.

“I have a present for you.” Rowan stared at the brown bag in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as he tentatively took it from her hands. He didn’t open it yet, though he desperately wanted to.

“You made me come home because you wanted to give me a present? Couldn’t this have waited until later.” She shook her head, a giddy expression on her face.

“No, it couldn’t. Now come on, open it.”

He gave an exasperated sigh, almost forgetting he’d married a woman who had a talent for theatrics.  When he opened the bag, it had some sort of fabric inside of it, which confused him even more. Reaching in, he pulled it out carefully, before dropping the bag and unfolding it. It was  a baby vest and on it were the words ‘World’s Greatest Daddy’ with a sort of blurry black and white image printed onto the fabric just below. Holy fucking gods.

“Fireheart...really? Are you sure?” When he looked back at her, her eyes were lined with silver, and she nodded at him. He let out a shocked laugh before looking at the picture on the vest more closely. Now that he was concentrating, he could see the outline of a tiny foot and then a tiny head. No not just-

“Is that two heads? Two babies. We’re having twins?” Aelin let the tears flow freely now and nodded again and he laughed, scooping her up in his arms and spinning, relishing the sound of her delighted giggles. When Rowan set her back onto her feet, he dropped to his knees, leaving his face directly in line with her stomach. Lifting her top and leaning forward, he left a few gentle kisses to the skin before pressing his forehead there and whispering, “Hi babies, I’m your daddy. I want you to know that your mommy and I love you very much and that you are the most precious things in the world. I can’t wait to meet you, little ones.”

Aelin’s fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged lightly until he tilted to look up at her and realisation dawned on him then. “This is why you’ve been throwing up in the mornings.”

“Yes genius, I thought you’d have figured it out by now. I had that scan about two weeks ago, secretly hoping that you wouldn’t figure it out because I was waiting for the vest to be printed. Luckily I didn’t marry you for your brains.”

He couldn’t stop smiling, it was making his cheeks hurt but fuck did it feel good. He took hold of his wife’s wrist, bringing her hand forward to kiss her palm and sighing contentedly.

“I love you, Fireheart, to whatever end.”

“To whatever end, Buzzard.”

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I really hoped you liked it and honestly, I sort of like this AU I’ve created, so feel free to send some other prompts set in this universe if you like!

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Outside chapter 3: Food?

Third chapter is out! Not much to say about this one, expect that we finish up the day with some delicious Chinese takeout! Nothing heavy going on in here! Nope! Not at all!

When Stacy felt Scout was sufficiently distracted, she pulled her laptop out of her bag. 'Let's see, what was the group that guy was a part of? Vox I think...' She searched the group on Google, and found them almost immediately. She clicked the link to their website, and was struck by how professional it looked.

'So these guys are paranormal investigators...' From what the site said, they were a professional team that specialized in locating and researching. Specifically, they went after the newer, modern activity, like the Waygetter toys, or cursed animatronics.

'Where were you guys when I was a kid?' She shook her head. 'Focus, Stacy! Forget the past, focus on the present! You have a different problem to solve...<' She scrolled down and clicked on the contact button, which gave her an email address. She clicked over to her own email and typed in the address, but paused before writing anything.

'What do I even say to them? They didn't believe that Anthony guy, and he was one of them. Maybe if I send them proof...' Her eyes drifted to Scout, who was staring at the TV. Her attention was completely taken by the show, and she seemed oblivious to what Stacy was doing and thinking. 'A picture might not be enough, but maybe a video? But would she even agree to it? And could I even do that to her?'

Stacy shook her head, closing the laptop with a small sigh. 'I can't. Not right now. Maybe once things are settled...' She moved the computer to the side and stood up, stretching as much as she could. She then went into the kitchen and started digging through Sammy's fridge.

'Ugh, he's such a bachelor. There's nothing in here but some old lettuce and leftover soup. He'd better be buying groceries on his way back from work, or I'm telling Aunt Hannah he has no food again.' She closed the door, and then grabbed some bread and peanut-butter from the cupboard, and the last clean knife from one of the drawers. She quickly made herself a simple sandwich, cut it in half, then went back to the couch.

"Where'd you go?" Scout asked when she'd sat back down. She flopped over onto her lap, making Stacy jerk her plate up to keep it from getting hit. "You're missing the show!"

"I've seen it before, don't worry." Stacy assured her as she bit into the sandwich. "I'm not missing anything important."

"Hey, what's that?" She climbed into her lap and peered onto the plate, reminding Stacy of a cat. "Is that Host Food?"

"Yeah, it's a peanut-butter sandwich. I got hungry, and it was all Sammy had to eat, other than gross leftovers." She took another bite of sandwich, not really paying attention as Scout pulled the plate down a little. She watched the Puppet grab the other half of the sandwich 'Gross.', and examine it closely. Then, without warning, she tore a bite off and started chewing.

Stacy froze mid-chew, unsure of how to react. While she knew Scout had to have organs, she hadn't thought she actually could eat anything. It was quite surreal, watching a thing made of cloth chew and swallow real, human food.

"Hmm, not bad. Kind of sticky, though." She smacked her lips, then tore off another bite and turned back around to keep watching the show, leaving Stacy feeling like she'd smoked some of her cousin's weed. She shook the feeling off, though, deciding to come back to it at a later time. Like maybe when she'd actually had some weed.

Instead she finished her half of the sandwich(since she apparently only got to have half, now), and then pulled back out her laptop. She opened up a new doc, and started drafting up some plans.

'One way or another, I'm gonna figure this out.'

Several hours later, and Stacy had not figured it out. She had maybe one and a half pages of notes on the Puppets, most of which was on just Scout, and three different plans.

1. Go to the police.

-Too Risky for Scout

-Can lie about what's going on if needed

2. Ask Vox for help.

-Way too risky for Scout and me

-Can't lie to these guys about it

-They would know what they're doing tho

3. Arson.

-Has potential

-Can have a bon fire and roast marshmallows while we do it

-Could get arrested but might be worth it if we can get all the Puppets

-Might also be worth it just to see Scout try and eat a melty marshmallow

So far, plan number three was looking like the best one. It still wasn't the absolute best plan, but it was all they had at the moment. She'd have to talk to Will and see if he still had those gas cans in his garage.

"Hey, are you guys still here?" Stacy started at the sudden entrance of Sammy, surprised at how late it had gotten. She shut her laptop and put it to the side for now, standing up.

"No, we left and stole all of your soup." She told him. What you're seeing now is a hunger induced hallucination."

Sammy paused, the held up a plastic bag with a panda on it. "So you don't want the takeout I got?"

"Oooh, gimme!" Stacy rushed to snatch the bag from her cousin. She brought it over to the table, pausing briefly to pick Scout up from the couch. She started to set the food out while the Puppet settled over her shoulder, watching what she did. While she worked, she also pointed out what each different food was.

"So, all of this stuff is rice. We don't normally eat it, but they include it anyways with some of the meals. This is teriyaki chicken, and this is-"

"Stacy, really? Why would it even need to know what that stuff is?" Sammy tsked as he sat at the table and grabbed some noodle dish. "It's stuffed, and can't eat."

Stacy just stuck her tongue out at him and sat down. She picked up a pair of chopsticks and set about showing Scout how to hold and use them properly.

For awhile, they ate silently as Scout watched them, which Stacy personally thought was a little odd but didn't want to say anything. If the Puppet wanted to be weird, then she wasn't going to stop her. Sammy, on the other hand, soon fixed her with a hard stare and cleared his throat.

"So." Stacy looked up at him mid-chew, cheeks bulging. "What are you going to do when you get back to your apartment?"

She swallowed hard, putting on a more thoughtful expression. "Go back to class, tell Carol I can't do the article and why, maybe go tell the police about the psychopaths in the warehouse." She shrugged, digging out another bite of chicken from one of the boxes. "Y'know, stuff."

"And what about...?" He gestured to Scout with his chopsticks, and the Puppet glared back at him. Stacy, in a stroke of seldom seen genius, offered the Puppet her chicken before she could say anything.

"She's coming with me, of course. I live alone, so there shouldn't be a problem." Scout chomped down on the chicken, to Stacy's mild surprise. She quickly picked up some more food for herself. "Besides, Will is gonna love her. They're so much alike."

"Okay, ignoring the fact that you just fed that thing," Scout made an offended noise. "that sounds like a shit plan. There's no way in hell the police will believe you without proof."

"Fine, you're right. I have a back-up plan in the works, too." She thought back to her arson idea as she offered another bite to Scout. "But it needs work, so I can't put it in action yet." ‘And gasoline. Lots and lots of gasoline.’

"... Where's that food even going, anyways?" Both Sammy and Stacy turned to stare at Scout, who didn't even pause in her chewing to send them both a glare. Obviously, she wasn't going to be explaining anything, so Stacy turned back to her cousin.

"I have no idea. Don't think too hard on it."

'Don't think about why you're feeding her, either.' She ignored her own thoughts to shove some more food in her mouth. That was something to think about later. Or, perhaps, never. Never seemed like a much better time.

They finished their food, with Stacy giving Scout a few more bites, then boxed up the leftovers and put them in the fridge. Stacy then made Sammy get them a blanket because "It was too cold last night I almost froze to death!"

"It wasn't that bad, Stace." He told her, but fished out some spare bedding anyways. "It was near sixty."

"And yet, you had the air on or something. I swear it was colder than that in here." She insisted. She almost shivered just thinking about it. "You need to turn the AC off."

"The Ac's not on." He frowned at her, head tilted like he was studying one of his patients. "Maybe you're getting sick? You did spend God knows how long running around an abandoned warehouse with open wounds. I wouldn't be surprised if you caught something."

"God I hope not." She muttered, helping him spread the blanket out on the couch. "I gotta drive back to my apartment tomorrow. I don't wanna be sick while doing that."

"Well, if you do come down with something, promise me you'll go straight to the walk-in clinic or ER." Sammy told her seriously. "It could be something worse than a cold, like an infection from the stitches."

"Promises are curses." Stacy responded automatically. "But if something comes up, I will go to the walk-in. I don't wanna die after going through all of that bullshit."

"Wow, you're swearing. Must have been some pretty bad bullshit." He joked as he handed her a pillow. She resisted the urge to hit him with it.

"It was the second worst thing I've ever been through. It was horrible, and I hated it, but now it's over forever." Her eye twitched slightly as she placed the pillow on the couch, and saw Scout watching them from the side table. She was overcome with a childish urge to knock Scout over onto the pillow, which she quickly did.

"Wha-? Hey!" She pulled the blanket up over the Puppet, and heard a soft snort of amusement from Sammy.

"Are you ever going to grow up." He shook his head with a sigh as they watched the blanket covered lump move around.

"Nope!" She told him cheerfully. "I'mma be a kid forever!" She noticed the lump had stopped moving and leaned down, reaching for the blanket. "Uh, Scout? You oka-"

"DEATH FROM ABOVE!" Scout hit the back Stacy's head with far more force than necessary, knocking her onto the couch. She then bit onto the top of her head, though that didn't do much.

"AAUGH! How'd you even get up there?!?" She became aware of laughter and turned a death glare on her cousin. "Stop laughing! It's not funny Samuel!" She threw the pillow at him, but that didn't stop the almost hysterical laughter coming from him.

"Oh my God!" He gasped out, collapsing against the couch. "She just came out of nowhere! Holy shit!" He fell onto the floor while Stacy wrestled the apparently feral Puppet off of her head. She held her at arm's length, trying to simultaneously give her a disapproving look and check her over for injuries. It was hard to do, however, as she kept trying to bite her hand.

"Dude, seriously? That's not even gonna do anything to me..." She watched Scout thrash for a moment, actually struggling to hold onto her. "Okay, seriously, stop it right now, or you're going back under the blanket and I'm gonna sit on you." That got her to stop, but she kept up the death glare.

"Geez..." She looked over at Sammy, who was coughing on the floor, finally finished laughing. "It wasn't that funny..."

"It was fucking hilarious." He retorted between coughs. "Instant karma." He took a deep breath and started to pull himself up from the floor. "I like that Puppet." Stacy just sighed. "Whatever dude. Glad to know my pain is what made you like her." Unconsciously, she hugged Scout close and sat on the couch. She grabbed up the remote to turn Netflix back on, wanting a distraction from her humiliation. She let Scout drop onto her lap, and resisted the urge to drop her head into her hands.

'Defeated by a hand puppet. I'm never living this down.'

Sammy climbed up onto the couch seconds later, still wheezing. He went to speak, but another death glare shut him up before he could start. So he just shot her a smug look instead, holding out a hand for Scout to fist bump. "That was a pretty great move." He told the Puppet. Stacy ignored him, but heard a quiet "Hell yeah!" from Scout. "You should do it again the next time she does that."

"Do you want to die?" Stacy deadpanned, but Sammy just shrugged as he finally settled in to watch the show with them.

"Hey, it's just a suggestion." He couldn't keep that grin off of his face, and it was starting to annoy her.

"Whatever." She resolved to just ignore everything for now and watch the show. Sammy attempted a few more times to draw her into conversation, but quickly gave up when she didn't answer him and started watching too.

A few episodes later, however, and Sammy stood up and stretched. "Well, I need to get to bed, I have work tomorrow." He started towards his room. "I'll be gone by the time you two leave, so make sure you lock up tomorrow, okay?" "Kay. G'night Sammy." Stacy gave a halfhearted wave as he left, leaving Host and Puppet alone for the night.

"Leave?" Scout asked after they heard his door close. Stacy glanced down to see the Puppet staring up at her, a worried look on her face.

"Yeah. We gotta go home tomorrow." Stacy told her. "I gotta tell Carol about what happened at the HQ and find out what she wants me to do about that article. And then classes start back up soon, so I've gotta be back by then." "... I thought we were staying here." Scout said quietly, and Stacy felt a pang of... something. She wasn't sure what, but it made her feel bad and she decided right then that she hated it.

"Eh, it was more of a stopping point, really. Some place to get my mouth cut open and you off my hand." She shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. "And as much as I would love to hide here until I die, we can't actually stay on Sammy's couch forever. He doesn't have any food, and would expect me to clean."

"..." Scout was silent, and no longer paying attention to the show, instead staring down at her hands as she played with the hem of Stacy's shirt. The Human felt like she should say something, but didn't know what. Instead she stopped the show and turned off the TV, dropping the Puppet to the side and standing up.

"I'm gonna get ready and go to bed myself. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I want to make sure I'm ready for it." She started towards the bathroom, almost missing the quiet "Okay." in reply. She hesitated at the doorway, but forced herself through anyways.

Scout would figure out it was better this way. Her apartment was even further from the HQ than Sammy's was, and thus safer than Sammy's. Plus, it would be better if it was just the two of them alone, and they could figure things out.

Things would get better, starting tomorrow.

They had to.

[starkrogerrs]

you don’t have to say you love me [chapter 1]

pairing: stevetony- modern/college/fake-dating au

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, profanity, angst, 20 year old being 20 year olds, cheesy cliches that make you smile

updates: fridays

summary: to stop his annoying sister from setting him up with random strangers, tony blurts out that he does have a boyfriend. only, he doesn’t. and worse, the first name that comes to his mind is steve. tall, gorgeous steve. steve, who he’s currently crushing on. will this prove to be something fruitful or is tony about to make the worst mistake ever?

a/n: thanks to @rogers-stark45 for the wonderful request that gave birth to this whole thing i swear i will finish this series if it gets 100+ notes

"This is absurd, Tony," Steve said, wringing his hands together. 

Tony sighed. He continued to pace in front of Steve, who was seated on his bed. 

"Why would you even lie about something like that?" Steve asked, looking up at him, mouth twisted in a frown. The teal flannel he had on, Tony noticed, brought out his eyes wonderfully.

That was a good question. To be fair, Tony was the last person enjoying this. He'd dug his own grave and now he had to lay in it. Or whatever the saying was.

"Because my sister wouldn't quit nagging me. I've explained this already, catch up old man,” Tony whined. 

"You could've asked her to shut up."

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?"

Steve shot him a glare. 

"You could just say you're not well and ask her not to come."

"Steve. She’s booked her tickets."

"You can say your 'boyfriend' is not well."

“For an entire month? Yeah, real smart,’ Tony said, throwing him an exasperated look.

“Okay then, tell her you broke up.”

Tony stared at him for a long moment.

"Look, I know I'm fucked but there's literally no other option."

Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. 

"But.. this is so weird!"

"I know. I know it is but I'd rather pretend to be with a close friend of mine rather than some whacko stranger who later turns out to be a serial killer."

Steve didn't reply, only gazed into the distance, thinking. 

"Never mind goody-two-shoes, I'll just ask Rhodey," Tony said after a while, bringing up his phone from his pocket. 

"No!" Steve almost yelled, causing Tony to jump. 

"What the f-"

"I mean, no, I'll do it. I don't.. want to be a bad friend," Steve said, clearing his throat. He didn't look Tony in the eye when he said this and Tony didn't quite know what to make of it. 

"Besides, I owe you one for the last time," Steve added, finally looking up at him. 

God, those eyes were beautiful. 

Tony wasn't in love with Steve or anything. It was a crush, that's all it was. A stupid teenage crush he’d developed from spending way too much time with him. Could you really blame Tony? He hung out with Steve on weekends, sometimes on college nights and in between classes. Steve had rubbed off on him and Tony just happened to find himself looking forward to spending time with him. And fantasizing about holding his hand. And sleeping with his head on his chest. And kissing him. 

So when opportunity presented itself in the form of an annoying sister, Tony thought it was a sign from heaven's above. Was it selfish? Possibly. Was he about to make an ass of himself and regret it forever? Definitely.

But no, he wasn't in love. 

"When is she coming?" Steve asked, standing up and running a hand through his hair. 

"God, I wish that were me," Tony muttered under his breath, momentarily distracted. 

"What was that?" Steve asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

"I said, never, if it were up to me," he answered hastily, looking away. "But I think she’s arriving on Saturday. I’ll text you."

Steve hummed, picking up his bag from the floor.

“Where are you going?” Tony asked, frowning. They’d barely spent an hour together. The moment Steve had entered, Tony had popped the question because it had been freaking him out.

“To Buck’s,” Steve answered nonchalantly, walking to the door. “See you later.”

Tony felt his heart grow heavier. 

“See you,” he muttered, more to himself as the door shut behind Steve with a soft click. Steve’s best friend was James B. Barnes a.k.a Bucky, a lanky dude who reminded him of Luke Skywalker and was every first and second year’s dream. Although Steve hung out with Tony more, Bucky had been with Steve since they were children. People had told him they were dating but every time Tony had accompanied the two, it never seemed like he was third-wheeling. Besides, if Steve was in a relationship, he’d mention it.

Right?

He texted Steve later that night, as he lay in bed, AC/DC’s “T.N.T” blasting in the background. 

She’s coming on Sunday. 28th.

He waited for two minutes, the dim glow of the screen illuminating his face in the darkness. He refreshed the chat twice but Steve didn’t seem to be online. With a pang he realised that perhaps, he was still with Bucky. He clicked his phone off.

He sat up in bed then, switching on the lampshade beside him. He switched his speaker off, and from the stack of textbooks that lay on his desk, picked a random one— "Theoretical Physics” by Leonard Lightman. Tony was studying to be a physics major and he wasn't the nerdy kind but he did adore science. He'd just read up on things and they'd make sense to him without him having to go through them twice. 

In Steve's own words, he was a fucking Genius. With a capital G. 

Just as he turned the page to String theory, his phone chimed. He leapt to it with unnecessary eagerness. He was disappointed to find that it was only his cousin, Sofia. The very Sofia who was the cause of his current predicament. 

What does your boyfriend like? I'm bringing gifts for everyone 👀

Tony groaned. Why the fuck did she have to be so extra? Sofia wasn't half as annoying as his other cousins but she could be obnoxious on occasion. 

I honestly don't know, he keyed into the textbox but then decided against it. He knew she'd pester him till she got the answer she wanted. 

He's not choosy at all but he's studying Art. 

Just as he hit send on this text, Steve's name flashed on his screen. He switched to his chat immediately, sitting up right on the bed. 

it's not like I have to meet her on Sunday right??? 

Of course not, Stevens

bucky says hi 👋

Tony smiled, laying down on the bed again. But the smile vanished as soon as he realised it was half past eleven. Wait. Why was he upset by this? They were still together— God, get a fucking life. 

Heyyy. 

you should go to bed, haven't you got like 4 tests tomorrow?? 

Tony grinned, quickly typing in a response. It wasn't a surprise that Steve remembered the littlest of things. That was Steve. When he cared for someone, he did it with all his heart.  

I do

And then, You sure you wanna do this?

Tony bit his lip as he hit send.

He had no impulse control whatsoever and the moment he'd blurted to his sister that he did have a boyfriend, he'd texted Steve. Steve, bless his soul, had come rushing to his bijou apartment and the rest was history. But that was Steve, again, selfless to a fault.

don't overthink it tony. I'd do anything for u

Tony's heart leapt a little at that and he had to breathe for a few seconds before typing in a response. 

Thank you, Rogers 

What would I ever do without you? 

Everybody knew Tony was a huge flirt but when it came to people he actually wanted to flirt with, he pulled shit like this. 

shut up and go to sleep, stark. night

Tony smiled in spite of himself, wishing him a good night as well. He clicked off his phone, sighing, only for it to ring a split second later. 

Sofia again. 

Ooooooooooh art major? 

That's hottttt

Tony's face burned as he read the text. Why? He didn't know. He wasn't actually dating Steve but the thought made him blush anyway. 

Hey, back off he's taken, he keyed in, tonguing his cheek and— What the fuck was he doing? Wasn't this situation, as a whole, morally wrong? But was it if Steve had agreed to it? He did say it was alright. 

He glanced at the time on the upper left corner of his screen. It was too late for a full blown existential crisis. He hit send on what he'd typed, trying to ignore the little flip his stomach did. 

He wasn't— couldn't be possessive of Steve; they were nothing more than close friends, even if they were going to pretend they were much more than just that. 

He shuddered suddenly realising that he might have to behave.. affectionately with Steve, to convince his sister. Oh boy. Would he have to kiss him some day? 

His phone chimed just then. 

Wooow, possessive much? Can't wait to meet him eeekk 😍

What had he gotten himself into? 

___

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What Is a Game?

We likely all have a decent typical idea of what a game is. The overall term "game" joins prepackaged games like chess and Monopoly, games like poker and blackjack, wagering club games like roulette and gaming machines, military war games, PC games, different sorts of play among kids, and the rundown goes on. In the canny organization we every now and then inspect game hypothesis, in which different specialists select methods and techniques so as to improve their focal points inside the structure of a general depicted game plan of game standards. Right when utilized as for support or PC based distraction, "game" conventionally summons photographs of a three-dimensional virtual world including a humanoid, creature or vehicle as the essential character under player control. (Or then again for the old geezers among us, potentially it derives pictures of two-dimensional masterpieces like Pong, Pac-Man, or Donkey Kong.) In his bewildering book, A Theory of Fun for Game Design, Raph Koster portrays a game to be a characteristic encounter that gives the player a steadily testing game-plan of models which the individual learns and in the end authorities. Koster's asser-tion is that the exercises of learning and acing are at the focal point of what we call "fun," correspondingly as a joke gets interesting right now we "get it" by observing the model fit-dee .

PC games as Soft Real-Time Simulations

Overall two-and three-dimensional PC games are events of what PC researchers would call delicate consistent keen professional based PC reenactments. We ought to segregate this enunciation to even more likely comprehend what it recommends. In most PC games, some subset of this current reality - or a recounted universe is indicated numerically so it will by and large be obliged by a PC. The model is a guess to and an unwinding of this current reality (regardless of whether it's an eccentric reality), since it is obviously absurd to join everything setting off to the degree of particles or quarks. Starting now and into the foreseeable future, the numerical model is an age of the genuine or envisioned game world. Notion and improvement are two of the game expert's most essential assets. Right when utilized advantageously, even a hugely disentangled model can now and then be basically vague from this current reality and essentially more fun.

A specialist based amusement is one in which diverse evident substances known as "chairmen" accomplice. This fits the depiction of most three-dimensional PC games well indeed, where the specialists are vehicles, characters, fireballs, power spots, etc Given the chairman based nature of most games, it should not stagger anyone that most games these days are acknowledged in a thing organized, or if nothing else uninhibitedly object-based, programming language.

All sharp PC games are brief preoccupations, proposing that the vir-tual game world model is dynamic-the condition of the game world changes after some time as the game's conditions and story make. A PC game should likewise react to imprudent duties from its human player(s)- subsequently vigilant fleeting redirections. At long last, most PC games present their records and react to player duty to tireless, making them intuitive advancing reenactments.

One recognizable phenomenal case is in the game plan of turn-based games like modernized chess or non-consistent procedure games. Nevertheless, even such games conventionally give the client some kind of reliable graphical UI.

What Is a Game Engine?

The verbalization "game motor" rose during the 1990s as for first-solitary shooter (FPS) games like the quickly notable Doom by id Software. Fate was architected with a sensibly all around depicted division between its center programming divides, (for example, the three-dimensional plans passing on framework, the impact recognizing confirmation structure or the sound framework) and the craftsmanship resources, game universes and picks of play that fused the player's gaming experience. The evaluation of this division kicked tidy as makers up favoring games and retooling them into new things by making new workmanship, world designs, weapons, characters, vehicles and game guidelines with just immaterial changes to the "motor" programming. This showed the introduction of the "mod association"- a social affair of individual gamers and negligible autonomous studios that grew new games by changing existing games, utilizing free toolboxs consistent of vided by the central planners. Towards the fulfillment of the 1990s, a few games like Quake III Arena and Unreal were organized with reuse and "modding" as a basic need. Motors were made especially mobile through scripting dialects like id's Quake C, and motor permitting started to be a fitting optional income stream for the pros who made them. Today, game organizers can permit a game motor and reuse enormous bits of its key programming parcels so as to gather games. While this arrangement truly recalls critical excitement for custom programming arranging, it may be liberally more sensible than stirring up the total of the center motor parts in-house. The line between a game and its motor is regularly foggy.

Two or three motors make a sensibly clear detachment, while others make basically no endeavor to confine the two. In one game, the passing on code may "know" specifi-cally how to draw an orc. In another game, the passing on motor may give all around significant material and masking working environments, and "orc-ness" may be depicted overall in information. No studio makes an altogether clear portion between the game and the motor, which is authentic thinking about that the ramifications of these two areas reliably move as the methodology cements.

Evidently an information driven planning is the thing that confines a game motor from a digit of programming that is a game yet not a motor. Precisely when a game contains hard-coded thinking or game principles, or utilizations remarkable case code to pass on express sorts of game things, it gets irritating or difficult to reuse that thing to make a substitute game. We should obviously save the explanation "game motor" for programming that is extensible and can be utilized as the establishment for a wide extent of games without tremendous change.

Clearly this is decidedly not a significantly separating partition. We can consider a level of reusability onto which every motor falls. One would feel that a game motor could be something contrasted with Apple QuickTime or Microsoft Windows Media Player-an extensively supportive digit of programming fit for playing taking everything into account, any game substance possible. Notwithstanding, this ideal has not yet been refined (and may never be). Most game motors are deliberately made and acclimated to run a specific game on a specific equipment stage. Also, even the most broadly supportive multiplatform motors are truly fitting for building games in a single unequivocal class, for example, first-solitary shooters or running match-ups. It's secured to communicate that the more thoroughly accommodating a game motor or middleware section is, the less ideal it is for running a specific game on a specific stage.

This wonder happens considering the way that masterminding any advantageous digit of programming constantly incorporates making deals, and those compromises depend upon thoughts about how the thing will be utilized and besides about the objective apparatus on which it will run. For instance, a passing on motor that was proposed to oversee close indoor conditions most likely won't be truly fit at passing on gigantic outside conditions. The indoor motor may utilize a twofold space distributing (BSP) tree or entry structure to guarantee that no calculation is drawn that is being obstructed by dividers or things that are nearer to the camera. The external motor, then again, may utilize a less-unmistakable snag system, or none in any capacity whatsoever, yet it no doubt utilizes level-of-detail (LOD) approachs to guarantee that disposed of things are passed on with a base number of triangles, while utilizing critical standard triangle networks for geome-attempt that is near the camera.

The system of ever-snappier PC apparatus and explicit depictions cards, close by reliably convincing passing on calculations and information structures, is starting to release up the contrasts between the plans motors of various sorts. It is correct now conceivable to utilize a first-solitary shooter motor to assemble an advancing procedure game, for instance. Regardless, the compromise among understanding optimality truly exists. A game can all things considered be made all the additionally amazing by tweaking the motor to the particular necessities and objectives of a specific game or possibly gear stage.

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A fridge expands the proficiency of our kitchen. A kitchen without a fridge is deficient. Coolers contain an indoor regulator through which we can set the temperature of the ice chest as indicated by our desire. Pretty much every sort of business needs a fridge. Like a staple, storekeeper needs it for showing things like chocolates, frozen yogurts, milk, curd, and so on. Similarly, the clinical proprietor needs an ice chest to keep meds, germ-killers, anti-microbial, syrups, tablets, infusions, and so on. As a fridge is electronic, it can make a few issues. Thus, for any sort of issue with your fridge, you can reach us through Haier Refrigerator Repair Bangalore.

The development in innovation has supplanted the cooler with a fridge. Individuals, in times past, utilized refrigerators containing ice for putting away food. Likewise, numerous kinds of coolers imagined. The primary cooling frameworks for putting away food in this way engaged with ice. Further, fake refrigeration was created like a fume pressure refrigeration framework. Afterward, ice chests were utilized for family unit purposes. Afterward, cooler units are utilized in houses. But at this point, these fridges are utilized for business, homegrown, and modern purposes. Nearly everybody favors a fridge and it had become the most widely recognized one. In the event that the issues emerge with your fridge, at that point you can reach us through Haier Refrigerator Service Center Bangalore.

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The forced air system is the fundamental home apparatuses in each house. Without AC, it will be exceptionally troublesome in the late spring season. It gives us cool air by sifting it. Air conditioning retains the warmth of the room and flows the cool air. It gives us comfort in rest by eliminating our day loaded with pressure. The forced air system is like a fridge yet the main distinction is, the cooler offers coolness to the predefined space though AC blows cool air to the whole room. It shields us from numerous illnesses. Air conditioning likewise shields from mosquitoes as we close the entryways and windows. Panasonic AC Service Center Bangalore.These days, the climate control system is utilized wherever like eateries, emergency clinics, film lobbies, instruction foundations, and banks. Indeed, even it is utilized in business puts so it builds the psychological capacity of the workers by eliminating the pressure. Air conditioning likewise shields PCs and different machines from hanging. In this way, at whatever point you face any issue with your stove at that point essentially reach us through Panasonic AC Service Center Bangalore.

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TV is the most well-known and best home machines by everybody. This is the magnificent machines developed as of not long ago. TV brought the entire world into our home. It is the primary wellspring of amusement in the present life. In the wake of getting back from the workplace, ordinarily we as a whole adhered to the TV.

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