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raevenlywrites · 4 years ago

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Dasi High 2 of ?

All day long, all I wanted was my book. My book. I thrilled at the way the thought seemed to pulse in my head, heavy with the weight of destiny or something. It had to be some kind of strangeness at work, to put this exact book into my exact hands with my exact little name on it. Kiesha... It wasn’t exactly a sorceress’s name, but still, it wasn’t that common. Not for books that looked like they’d been buried under the sea for the last thousand years or whatever. “This should be in a museum,” ala Indiana Jones and all that. My book. It filled my chest with warmth just thinking about it.

But I kept it in my bag all through school, even during lunch. No Coke, greasy pizza, or nosy teachers were going to threaten my ancient tome. I wasn’t an idiot. I was going to keep it safe until I got home.

Safely ensconced in my beautiful window seat, the envy of all book lovers and cat nappers everywhere, I savored the moment, feeling the heft of the book in my lap, breathing deep of its good, good book smell. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a technophobe, but books man--nothing compares to the feel of thick pages beneath your hands, the crinkle, the earthy smell. Yeah. There was a reason Brass thought I might be into it, namesake notwithstanding.

The cover was plain, well-worn, shiny and slick to the touch with the press of so many hands before. The finish had worn off the lettering and embellishments, but fingers could trace the rise and indents of them. I suddenly wondered if I should be handling something so hold, then realized I had no idea how old it even was. Oh well. Brass’s mom wouldn’t have let him have it if it was priceless, right? With a steadying breath, I cracked the cover.

The glue had long since stopped holding the pages in, but the binding was still sound. Maybe I’d ask Donte or Nalini later if either of them knew anything about repairing old bindings. They were both always doing handsy stuff, Donnie with his computers, and Nani with eir soaps and stuff. Surely one of them would know something, or be able to point me in the right direction. For now, I gingerly laid the cover open in my lap and turned the pages with a reverence I almost never felt for anything. I hadn’t been this careful with a book since my Sandman hardcover omnibus I got for my last birthday.

Enough stalling. It was time to read.

I was surprised to note my own reluctance. I’m not usually one for drama, but this... it just felt heavy. Important. Like it mattered.

The front endpaper had a yellowed bookplate pasted in, painted with an elegant symbol or crest or something I didn’t recognize. It looked almost like a stick figure of someone dancing, arms reaching up and stance wide--except there were weird branches coming off, like cursive flourishes. Maybe it was a signature? If so it wasn’t in any language I could read. I suddenly panicked at the thought that I wouldn’t be able to read any of it, aside from my name, and eagerly turned the page, anticipation mixing with dread.

But instead of a title page, or anything even printed, it was another handwritten page, like a dedication, or maybe a poem or something. It was written in the same kind of cursivey, wavy letters as the bookplate, and with growing anxiety I turned to the next page.

The family tree.

Thin, spidery hand writing covered the pages, faded, but definitely in the familiar English characters. Arabic? Or was the for numbers? Whatever. I could read it, that was what mattered. It was hard to parse, just as it had been at school, but I found the letters of my name quickly, and my finger hovered over the page, tracing the line down. Don...Donovan? Sisal... Salem... It was almost impossible to make out, save for the ever-clear Kiesha. Almost like that was the only part I was meant to read. I stared at the whole page, trying to let my eyes go soft focused, to see if anything else jumped out at me, but the longer I looked, the harder to read it became. I gave up and turned the page.

A list of names and dates followed, like you’d expect from an almanac. But instead of useful things like “March 3rd” or “Spring Equinox” it said things like, “the fourth night of cheres�� or “the eve of Namir-da”. It was English, but just barely. I skimmed the page but quickly moved past it, eager for something that made sense.

It was hard not to let my disappoint take hold. This book had felt so special--it was special, just... not what I’d been expecting. Recipes, as Brass had said, and almanacy things, lie when to plant, but nothing that gave me any sense of wonder, or importance. I was just about to give up when I finally came across a section written in plain English.

They say the time has come. I have been given the family book, and told its mine to keep. But what I am expected to do with it, I cannot say. I have nothing of my own to add. I am not even the oldest of the family line. But I feel I should write something, to mark the occasion if nothing else. So here I do write, on this, the first of August, in the year seventeen hundred and seventy-one, that I, Kiera Cortana, am now in charge of the family book, for better or for worse.

Whoa. Now that was seriously cool. I flipped back to the family tree, to see if I could find Kiera. There, near the bottom, Kiera Cortana, 1753. Neat. That made her... seventeen, eighteen when she wrote her entry? Wow. Barely any older than me. That warm tingle started again, that sense of connection, and I just let my hand rest on the page, fingers just below her name. There wasn’t any more after hers, though there was room for more. Hope for the future that never came.

The warmth turned to sadness, a kind of longing I couldn’t really put my finger on. I got that way sometimes, just out of the blue. Homesick for a place that didn't’ exist. At least here I kind of got it, sad for a girl who may or may not have ever grown up. There was more after her first journal entry, but it was just more recipes and things, and more of that squiggle script I had no idea how to read. On an impulse, I got out a notebook and copied down what letters I could make out, including the symbol on the front book plate. I wanted to look at it more later, when I was stuck at school, but I didn’t want to risk bringing the actual book there. It was so old, at least three hundred. Man, Brass totally shouldn’t have let me have this. I decided to call him and give him a hard time about it.

“Hey, Ki, is everything okay?”

I frowned at the concern in his voice. “Yes, Dad, I’m fine. I’m not always in mortal danger or whatever you seem to think.”

Brass snorted. “Well I assumed you had to be in trouble since you’re calling. Normally you just text.”

Oh. Right.

“Just wanted to chat,” I said, too casually, but he'd caught me off guard. I used to call Brass all the time. It was weird to realized I’d stopped. “I’ve been looking through that book you gave me.” When in doubt, change the subject.

“Yeah? Anything good?”

I heard the sound of a sliding glass door in the background, the tell-tale sign of Brass going out to sit on the back deck. He used to do it to be near the TV antenna, hoping it would give him better cell signal. Now it was just habit. I smiled, picturing him there, long and lanky and lean, back against the side of the house as he balanced on the deck railing, one long leg trailing down...

“Kiesha?”

“Hm?”

I made a startled little noise as I came back to myself. “Oh, right. Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Did you know it was so old? There’s an entry from the 1700’s in it.”

“Oh man, really?” He sounded equal parts excited and embarrassed. “I didn’t know that. Maybe I should let Mom look at it again...”

“No way,” I teased, “It’s mine now. Has my name in it and everything.”

“It has mine too.”

His voice was so soft I almost missed it. But I scanned the page and sure enough, Brassal was on a similar line as Kiesha.

“Weird... Almost as weird as your stupid name.”

I laughed to take the edge of, both from my words and from the creeping feeling working its way up my spine. Brass had always gone by the nickname, with Brassal being reserved for his father. I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me to see it in an old timey book like this; it had probably been handed down a long line of people, like Maeve’s super grandma name. But still. It freaked me, and when I got freaked, I teased. Make everyone else feel off balance and it was an even playing field again.

“Yeah, yeah, Cobriana. Tell me all about weird names.”

I stuck my tongue out, even though he couldn’t see. Still, it made me feel better. Sky blue, grass green, Brass and I teased. I had missed this. It was good to be getting it back.

“You wanna come over for pizza and movies Friday?”

It was out of my mouth before I’d really thought about it. But his hesitation made me wish I’d just kept railing on his stupid name.

“Uh, how ‘bout Saturday. I have... plans. For Friday.”

No way. No freakin way. “Don’t tell me you gave in to Izzy,” I said with a disinterest I didn’t quite feel. “You know she’s only sharpening her claws on you for a real takedown.”

“Don’t be like that, Ki. Isadora can do what she wants, with who she wants.”

I mocked “Isadora,” in as childish a tone as I could manage. No one called her that, not even Izzy herself. Except Landon. But Landon was cyborg and completely incapable of using contractions or imprecise grammar, like ever.

“And what she wants is apparently to play kissy face with Serv, for all the good that’ll do her.”

“Serv?!” I could not keep the surprise out of my voice. Serv was like, canonically asexual. Or at the very least, not interested in someone as bubblegum pop as Izzy.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Brass said. “I didn’t ask, not that that stopped her from volunteering. Apparently they’re driving into the city to see a show or something.”

“Okay....” Izzy on a date with Servos. What an odd couple. I couldn’t fathom what sort of attraction would hold interest for both of them. But then, if such a thing existed, it would be in the city, not in this whole in the wall town. We didn’t even have a mall. “Well, good for them, I guess. So what about your mysterious plans?”

Brass groaned. “I’d hoped you’d forgotten. ”

“Nope. Spill it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to the movies... with Syfka.”

I gaped. “You’re joking. You’re joking! Why on earth would you want to go to the movies with her--xem?”

I was normally better with Syfka’s pronouns than this, but it was hard not to think of anyone out on date with Brass as anything but a her--a her he might want to kiss. Trying to apply that mental box to Syfka, of all people--

“Because--” Brass cut through my thoughts, “we have a project due, and it was either write a paper on a French film, or try to speed read through a work of French literature that I have zero hope of understanding because its kind of my worst subject.”

Oh. Right. School stuff. A perfectly reasonable reason to go to the movies with someone.

“Right. Okay. Yeah. So, does that mean you need to stay in and write it on Saturday.”

Brass laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was at my expense.

“Nah. Come Saturday night, I’ll either be done, or I’ll be failed. Either way, pizza and a movie sounds great.”

“Okay...”

I couldn’t shake the little tight feeling in my chest. This call had thrown me. Everything about Brass seemed to throw me lately.

“Why don’t you invite Nikki over too? Or maybe Maeve?”

My toes curled under at that last. Maeve may or may not have been the reason Brass and I finally broke up. I hadn’t decided yet. Either way, I couldn’t imagine him volunteering to hang out with her.

“I wouldn’t subject you to that....”

“Ki, I told you I’m alright with it. Have her over, see if you still feel all tingly.”

I laughed, but it was hardly humorous. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to get my flirt on in front of you.”

I could feel him shrug through the line, that careless raise of a shoulder that meant everything and nothing.

“You’re too shy to do it yourself. I’m just gonna keep inventing reasons to get you two together until you get over yourself. Or she asks you.”

“Brass!”

But now I was really laughing, and his goal was achieved. I felt better, so he felt better. Stupid big brother mother hen. I smiled through the rest of the phone call, chatting about everything and nothing, and feeling more like myself than I had in a long time.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years ago

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Inhuman (8)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: Screw schedules. I know it’s been a long, hot minute, but yeah... enjoy and please don’t be mad at me. (Scroll to the end to see how I picture Max, Liam, and Izzy in my head)

[Upstate New York, June 2024]

It was warming up outside, but nobody went out unless it was for exercise. They were too focused on finding the Kree. Sometimes, when you slept well and had enough motivation, you went on a quick ten mile run in the morning.

Today was one of those mornings and you needed to clear your head before you spent the whole day thinking. The morning air was still cool and a thick mist had settled on the fields and forests around the compound. The water droplets dampened your shorts and tank top. You passed Steve and Bucky a few times, they were probably running the distance of a marathon or two.

Once you finished, you strolled back into the compound and wiped off all the dew with a towel. You went to the kitchen and rifled through the fridge for breakfast. You ended up with a couple of apples. Someone walked into the room behind you and when you turned around, you noticed it was Loki. A smile spread across your face.

“Do you want something to eat?” You held an apple out to him and took a bite out of the second one. He accepted your offer and you sat next to each other at the counter.

“Did you go on a run?” Loki asked and you nodded, mouth full of the fruit. “Why would you run on purpose?”

You swallowed and cleared your throat. “Well, it’s like training. Helps me fight longer and all that.”

“I thought your Inhuman powers took care of that.”

“Still. I bet I can beat you in a race. Anyways, it also helps me clear my head.”

“I suppose we would need a clear mind for today. Have you thought of any plans?”

“No. Actually, yes, but it’s not very safe.”

“I know what you mean. Many of my ideas involve people to sacrifice themselves.”

You laughed, “Of course they do.”

“Is that a scar?” Loki asked after a moment. “I didn’t think you were able to get scars.”

“Oh, yeah,” you exclaimed and looked at your left knee. “Funny story actually. Short version, during the second World War, I ran into Steve and Bucky. The other Howling Commandos, a special group of soldiers, and I were messing around with Steve’s shield and it cut me somehow. That’s how I learned wounds from Vibranium weapons and shit cause me to heal like a normal person.” Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen, finished with their run. “Speak of the devil,” you joked.

“What?” Steve looked back and forth between you and Loki.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” you waved the question away. “Just talking about the scar your shield gave me back in 1944.”

“I’m sorry again, about that. Sorry,” he stuttered while his face turned red. Everyone else in the room laughed

“It’s okay, Steve. It was a long time ago.” You stood up and stretched. “I’ve gotta go clean up now. See you guys later.” You sent Loki one last wink before you disappeared around the corner.

🌹

Everyone stared at the map displayed on a screen. Red dots marked every location a Kree was spotted, but those blue bastards had evaded you all. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been picking up fewer sightings of them and it really killed team morale. Maybe the Kree were using their invisibility technology or some other secret technology, but Inhumans across the country were still disappearing.

You had hoped that one of your people on the inside would have figured out a way to escape or contact you in some way. How were the Kree able to continue to abduct Inhumans without being caught by Tony’s tech?

Any new ideas since the last time I asked? You looked at Loki.

Since you last asked five minutes ago? No.

It’s just so quiet in here. I need some kind of stimulation to keep me awake.

Eventually, Steve pulled you away from the rest of the group.

“I’m beginning to worry that we’re going to need to go ahead with your plan,” he whispered and looked at everyone working their brains.

“Lots of them, most of them would probably oppose the idea.” You glanced at Loki who was fiddling with a pencil. “But I think you’re right. We have to go through with it.”

“It’s your plan. You should tell everyone.”

You nodded and walked to the front of the room. When you cleared your throat, they all looked up.

“Unfortunately, we’re not really getting anywhere by sitting here and thinking,” you began. “We have to act soon. I have a plan that many of you won’t like.”

“I assume it involves putting yourself in danger,” Loki guessed.

“Well, yes. Basically, I’m going to get myself captured by the Kree.”

“That’s a terrible fucking idea,” said Natasha.

“Absolutely idiotic,” agreed Max.

You could get hurt or die, Loki warned.

“I know all the risks. The Kree will bring me to wherever their hideout is and I can tell you how to get there.”

“How will you do that?” Tony crossed his arms. “I’m sure the Kree will confiscate any communication devices.”

“I have a direct communication that I’m ninety percent sure the Kree can’t remove. Anyways, I tell you all where the hideout is and you attack from the outside while the captured Inhumans and I attack from within.”

“If we’re going to attack, shouldn’t we have everyone?” Sam Wilson asked. “I mean some of my bones are still broken and Wanda hasn’t woken up since the first fight with the Kree. She’s really powerful and we need her.”

“I guess I can check to see if there’s a healer still out there.”

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

You only shrugged in response. “You never asked.”

“What’s your super reliable communication?” asked Steve.

You made eye contact with Loki and replied, “It had better be reliable.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the light threat while Max hid a snort.

Should we tell them? you looked at your soulmate.

I want to win part two of the bet.

Of course you do.

“This is a very risky plan,” Nat pointed out again.

“I know. I know the risks and I’m prepared for anything there Kree can do to me.”

“I don’t like this,” Loki said out loud.

“You don’t have to like this, but I’m doing it anyways.”

Nobody responded this time so you nodded and left the room to prepare.

The sound of heavy footsteps behind you made you turn around to see Loki’s brother, the God of Thunder. He caught up with you and began walking with you.

“You are my brother's soulmate, yes?” Thor asked. Surprisingly, this was one of the first times you talked to him.

“Um, yeah, I am. How long have you known?”

“Ah, from the night you showed up. I know my brother. He-I had to talk him into seeing you for the first time all those years ago.”

“Thank you for that. We had lots of great times together before, you know.”

“I do know. When you disappeared, Loki really withdrew from everyone. It hurts losing a soulmate, losing a special connection to someone else.”

“I’m sorry. When that happened, so many new things were happening in my life. I didn’t have anyone who knew about Loki. Nobody knew about soulmates.”

“What I want to say is be careful. I saw Loki lose you once, I don’t want him to lose you again.”

“I understand. I feel like I just got him back and I wouldn’t throw my life away.”

“So your ‘reliable communication’ is the connection?” Thor tapped his temple.

“You know it’s been reforged?”

“Loki’s been acting more and more like he used to when he first met you. He would chuckle out loud or roll his eyes at the randomest moments, completely unprompted.”

You smiled, picturing Loki outwardly reacting to you.

“I will survive for him. I—We will survive.”

🌹

Loki walked into your room to find all of your weapons on the large bed. You looked up and greeted him with a small smile.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“I have to, Loki. You know that I’m not the biggest fan of this idea either.”

“Then you can—”

“How many times am I going to have this conversation with people? Unless someone comes up with a better, safer plan, I’m going through with this.”

“You can stay. We can brainstorm longer.”

“I’m a queen, and it’s like my subjects are being taken and killed. I can’t keep doing nothing. I have to act.” He nodded and you went back to sorting through your weapons.

“This is a nice knife,” Loki observed and picked up the weapon. “You’re not taking it?”

“Not if the Kree are going to confiscate it. You can bring it to me, though.”

“When we come rescue you?” He pocketed the knife.

“As if I need to be rescued.” You walked over to him and handed him one of your favorite guns. He took the weapon, but your touch lingered. “I’ll be safe and I’ll come back.”

It felt like you should say something, but neither of you did.

🌹

“This is the last place an Inhuman disappeared, so we’ll drop you here,” Steve pointed to a map. “The Kree will probably find you there. We’ll give you a few tracking devices. Just in case. Hold out your arm, please.”

You complied and Banner injected something into your forearm. You frowned at the sting and rubbed the spot a bit.

“This is just a tracker. We’ll slip a few more into your pockets and shit,” Tony explained.

“The Kree will probably deactivate them,” you reminded them.

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Alright,” you faced everyone. “See you guys later, hopefully. Uh, the healer, Carmen, will be here later, along with others. Max should be able to, you know, confirm their identity.”

“I will. You stay safe.”

“You too.” You gave your best friend a hug. “I’ll see you later.”

You hugged Izzy, Liam, and Bucky next. Then you turned to Loki. He wrapped his arms around your body. You nestled your head into his chest.

Find me.

I will. Don’t die, please.

You too. I don’t want you to be distracted while you’re worrying about me. Focus on yourself.

The two of you finally pulled apart and you nodded at Steve. He led you from the room, you kept waving at everyone until they were out of sight. You and Steve walked to the hanger in silence, and you remained in silence until you were in the air.

“Are you sure about this? It’s your last chance to back out.”

“Do we have any other plans? Any other options? I have to do this. You have to trust me.”

Steve nodded and quietly looked out the quinjet’s window.

“There’s something I haven’t had the chance to talk about,” he said with a sly grin. You raised your eyebrow. “So you and Loki have… made up.”

“Oh, yeah, we have.” You shrugged and looked away.

“Do soulmates have perks or something?”

“Erm, why do you ask?”

“Sometimes I get the feeling that you can read each other’s minds or something.”

“Aw, damn it,” you groaned after a moment of silence. “Yeah, soulmates have a telepathic connection. How did you figure it out before Nat?”

“Did you guys have a bet or something?” Steve laughed. “Because honestly, that wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Of course we have a bet. I won the first round, but he doesn’t need to know he’s won the second round.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?” The question caught you off guard.

“I probably don’t know Loki as much as you do, or much at all, but I can tell he loves you. He’s happier around you.”

“Loki was my best friend for the longest time. I loved him then, I love him now, and I loved him every moment in between. It’s not something we can lose or forget, no matter what trials and tribulations we go through.”

The jet touched the ground and the mood darkened. You took a breath and stood up. You said your goodbyes, no, your ‘see you later’s to Steve. It felt as if time was running double the speed, backwards, and in slow motion all at the same time. You walked down the ramp and gave Steve one last wave.

You just stood on the empty sidewalk for a moment, watching the jet disappear. You moved over to an outdoor café and took a seat. People watching got boring quickly. You weren’t really on social media, it can sometimes warrant unwanted attention as someone trying to keep a low profile. Without anything else to do you opened your emails. There’s no better time to catch up on work while waiting for war.

A tall man appeared at your table, blocking your sun. You ignored him until he didn’t move. You glared up at him before he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the café.

“What the fuck?” you swore. Somehow none of the pedestrians batted an eye at you. He bound your wrists together. “Is that really necessary?”

The man pulled up his sleeve to reveal a Kree’s vambrace. He activated something, most likely an EMP as a nearby lamp flickered out, and dragged you into an alley.

“You’re a Kree, but,” you looked at its pink skin. “How?”

He didn’t answer and instead he shoved a gag into your mouth before you were pushed into something, hitting your head in the process. If you had to guess, it was a ship turned invisible. The Kree got in after you, his skin blue again. You felt the ship shakily take off and the small ache in your head was already fading.

They’ve got me, you reported to Loki.

I saw the trackers shut off. Are you okay? You could feel his worry through the connection and it certainly didn’t help your own confidence.

Yes, but I’m on a ship. Tell the others that in addition to invisibility, the Kree can change their fucking skin color to look human. That’s how so many Inhumans went missing without us being notified.

The small ship rattled and you felt weightless. You were in space. If you weren’t in the process of being kidnapped, you might have smiled. You remembered, a long, long time ago, looking at the stars. When you were a princess, before you had even met Loki, you used the stars as a way to temporarily escape the drama your father always seemed to be in. Back then, being amongst the stars was an impossibility, something centuries away. Now, centuries later, you were here.

The ship slowed, the change in speed forcing you to become more alert. The small craft shook some more and you could only assume that meant you were docking.

I think we’ve arrived at the main ship. It shouldn’t be too far from when we left the atmosphere. The trip took seven minutes and forty-two seconds.

Alright, Stark has set up a sonar to scan in that area. He stopped, but you knew, you could feel that he wanted to say more. I- I know I’ve already said this, but be careful. I- I can’t lose you again.

I’ll stay safe, as much as I can. Don’t worry about me too much, I don’t want to lose you either.

The Kree got out, pulling you along after him. Two more Kree with blasters at the ready appeared and flanked you as the first Kree marched you down the space craft’s halls. Every door along the hall was shut except for one. You could see someone watching you, their face peeking out. You drew closer and you recognized the face as Derik, the pyrotechnic taken during the fight in Illinois.

You made eye contact with the man but you saw no recognition behind his eyes. He was just a spectator. You refrained from talking to him, he probably wasn’t allowed to watch, and you didn’t want to draw any unwanted Kree attention.

The Kree finally brought you out of the hallway. The room you entered was rounded, actually it was a dodecagon but that didn’t matter in the moment. Holographic screens hung behind a chair with multiple straps on it.

The Kree briefly uncuffed you to put you into the chair, but you doubted you could take on three Kree Reapers in their territory so you let them strap you in. One strap on each arm and leg, and one across your waist. The Kree who strapped you in knew he tightened them too tightly. He didn’t use the strap by your head, not yet at least.

“Inhuman number three hundred and twelve,” a Kree’s deep voice said behind you. “Powers?”

Another Kree scanned you with his vambrace and you heard the same list from before.

“Species: Inhuman. Abilities: enhanced human body, strength, healing, combat, memory, and speed. Threat: high.”

“Wait, did you say ‘three hundred and twelve?’ Am I the three hundred and twelfth Inhuman?”

“Mark the Inhuman and get the Truncheon.”

If they had captured three hundred and twelve Inhumans, how many more have they killed?

I think they have over three hundred Inhumans already, you reported back to Loki before repeating your unanswered questions out loud.

“Hey, you fuckers,” you shouted when they ignored you again. “I’m fucking talking to you.”

“You may think you are important,” one Kree said as another approached you with a dagger in hand. “You may even be slightly on your small planet, but that is not you anymore.”

The Kree with the dagger carved ‘312’ into your shoulder. The cut stung and when you didn’t feel it start to heal, you knew it was Vibranium. The Kree left your line of sight but he reappeared shortly after. He had traded out the dagger for another weapon. A cube on a stick. It must be the Truncheon mentioned earlier.

“You are not a leader anymore.”

The Kree swung the weapon at you and everything went dark.

Max:

Liam:

Izzy:

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hockeyownsmyass13 · 5 years ago

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Second Chances/Mat Barzal

Description: As All-Star Weekend drew close you couldn’t help but wonder if Mat would remember you. It was less than a year ago when you two had met in NYC. Now you were on your way towards your dream job as a sports journalist. And with this gig at the NHL’s ASG, the last thing you needed was to be distracted by Mat.

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: A few swear words

Author’s Note: I have a lot of Barzy feelings so I hope you guys like it. I have an idea for a part two might include smut if I’m feeling bold so please lmk what you think! Thanks for reading loves ☺️

Flashback

“How does this all work again?” you asked your best friend while putting on your makeup at her Manhattan apartment.

“I’m going to text Isaac when we get there and he’s coming to meet us and take us in. Usually they sit us at a table with a bunch of other girls and bring a bottle or two to start. From there it’s pretty much up to us, we can do whatever we want.”

This whole VIP clubbing experience was completely out of your element. Izzy, your former teammate in college and close friend had become a model since moving to the city. She knew guys like Isaac who were big time club promoters and could hook her up with pretty much anything NYC nightlife had to offer. You just tagged along for the ride.

Since you arrived at the club however you’d been able to relax. All Izzy’s friends were super nice and fun to be around. Between all the drinks and dancing however there was a group of guys who kept catching your eye. Izzy warned you that 1 Oak often had celebs but you weren’t quite sure if you’d seen them before. While the girls were dancing you took a break to rest your feet (heels hurt sometimes) and sat down at the table for another drink. That was when he approached you. You honestly didn’t even remember the first words he said. It was as if your brain had paused for a moment, wondering why a guy this attractive had come up to you.

“Mat” He said. You gave him your name, unsure if you should shake his hand or not. How do people greet at clubs anyways, you thought to yourself.

“Are you from here or just visiting?”

“I live in Boston, well Cambridge technically. I’m in my last year at harvard”

“Damn smart girl I see” Mat said. He seemed like he was flirting but also genuinely impressed at that name drop.

“I got a soccer scholarship, I’m not really that smart” you laughed back. “Izzy lives here, she was my teammate the last 3 years” you gestured towards her and the others dancing.

At first it was a little awkward but quickly you figured out how much you had in common.Talking about favorite foods, music, TV, and of course sports. The last subject was interesting. He seemed so excited at first yet turned around, seeming a little shy to give any details. .

After a little more conversation you followed him back to his table to grab a few more drinks, and that’s when you figured it out. The slight hint of a Canadian accent along with his friends all looking young and very in shape gave it away. This guy was definitely a professional athlete. You guessed hockey but didn’t want him to think you secretly knew who he was so you hid that guess.

“What sport do you play?” A little smirk dancing across your lips.

“How’d you know?”

“Educated guess”

“Hockey, we all play for the Islanders” He looked a little shy, running his fingers through his hair.

Internally you were freaking out just a bit. Growing up near Boston the Bruins were like a religion in your hometown. The NHL playoffs had always been your favorite time for any sport. There was just a level of intensity and excitement that couldn’t be matched. But on the outside you kept your cool...somehow. And after a little more chatting he pulled you over to the dance floor.

Eventually Mat’s friends were ready to head home and so were yours. He lived with an older teammate since it was his rookie season and you were crashing at Izzy’s place, so that small part of you who wanted to go home with him (even though you really don’t leave places with boys you’d never met before) was out of luck.

“I’d ask for your number but my phone died” He said, the cute shyness from when he confessed his job was back.

“Give me yours” you said, handing him your phone. Alcohol was certainly not a negative when it came to confidence.

But the next morning you woke up. And the insecure part of your brain convinced yourself he probably had lots of girls texting him every day and it wasn’t worth the possible embarrassment. Plus it was nearing the end of your trip to NYC and it was almost time to head back to school for senior fall; aka the last season of your college sports career.

So you never texted him, figuring he would forget soon enough and you could save yourself the heartbreak of falling for him just to find out you were only a number on his list. It wasn’t easy. Boys like that didn’t come around often. You looked at his name countless times in your phone, debating on calling. But the longer you waited the more it seemed weird to reach out. Would he ask why it took so long? Would he even remember you?

All star weekend

St. Louis was the perfect place to host. After winning the cup the city was buzzing with excitement over hockey. While you were a little nervous to be at such a big event, this wasn’t your first reporting experience. You’d done tons of interviews with other D1 athletes around campus and even filled in for a week as the rinkside reporter with the Bruins.

When you first entered the locker room on Friday it was impossible not to scan around for him. When Mat wasn’t there you couldn’t decide whether it was a relief or a dissapointment. There wasn’t a lot of time to dwell on things however, interviews needed to get done. It was mostly just fluff, funny questions for some social media content, You were talking to Sid, the usual polite yet unrevealing way of avoiding his private life, when someone entering the room immediately grabbed your attention. Mat had walked in. You could feel your heart start to beat faster. It could be the nervous anticipation of a potential awkward encounter. Thankfully your brain still worked and it quickly brought your attention back to Sid.

“And Conor McDavid comes up short. Mat Barzal is your new NHL All-Star fastest skater” The announcement rang loudly throughout the arena.

Mat won. Mat just won. It kept repeating in your mind like an echo. Because you knew what that meant. You had to interview him. He was laughing with some of the other guys as you watched the producer approach him. Chatting with the cameraman seemed a good option to avoid looking like you were starring in his direction. As he walked towards you his expression was blank.

“Congratulations on winning the first event of day one. How does it feel to know you dethroned a three time winner?”

Silence. Your eyes widened, hoping to provoke an answer.

“Um yeah it’s pretty cool. Conor’s a really fast skater so I feel a little lucky.”

“I know you guys don’t get much time to warm up. Is the crowd a big energizing factor in something like this?”

“Sure” Silence again.

“Uh I mean we’re here because of the fans. So uh yeah we want to do our best and give them a good show”

The rest of the interview went about the same. You were sure the others watching could feel the awkwardness in the air. Although he didn’t show any signs of recognizing you, Mat wasn’t known for being cold towards reporters. Something must have been your fault for the less than stellar interview which thankfully was over.

“Y/N”

It wasn’t a question but more of a statement. You looked down at your feet, even though you’d been looking him in the eyes the whole interview. It was a little late for shyness but the absence of the cameras and knowing he recognized you took away any semblance of confidence you previously had.

“Hey Mat”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Shit. You knew this question was coming but you’d hoped he would at least make some small talk first. Maybe enough to give you a chance to think of an answer. But now he looked just as worried as you, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just….I don’t know, I enjoyed talking to you that night and I just figured you would and then you never did and I couldn’t do anything,,,,” He trailed off getting quieter at the end,

“I’m sorry, You’re not crazy Mat. I had a really great time that night. I’m not sure what to say. I know it’s a stupid excuse but I was leaving to go home to Boston so soon and I just convinced myself you were, ya know, this impressive star athlete and it wouldn’t matter if I never said anything because you would forget which I know isn’t fair since you’re a perfectly nice guy and..”

“Come to dinner tonight.” He cut you off.

“I’m supposed to go out with some of the other guys but a lot of them have family or girlfriends coming too. So you won’t be crashing guys’ night or anything.”

“t’ll be low key don’t worry” He added, sensing your hesitation.

“Okay, I’ll go”

“I have to get back, but text me and I’ll send you the details”

“Sounds great” Biting your lip did not do enough to hide the smile growing on your face. It was a group dinner, but no matter how you looked at it, you were going to dinner with Mat Barzal. Who ever said second chances don’t exist.

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autoplaysdigimon · 4 years ago

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Top Five Other Characters

This is out of every character who isn’t a Main Character or Antagonist. This is a Very Important List, obviously.

#5 Mimi’s Parents

Between Mimi’s mum having this whole scene where she bursts into tears and screams about her issues, then snaps back to being all cheery when she’s gotten it out of her system, and Mimi’s dad driving a goddamn cart into a giant dinosaur, these two are fucking fantastic. Plus someone in the family is clearly an artist, and I’m willing to bet that it’s Mother, based on her... adventurous cooking. Plus they’re still sickeningly sweet in love and that’s just TOO CUTE FOR MY FRAGILE HEART.

#4 Izzy’s Parents

(who would put two sets of parents immediately next to each other in a list like this, the monster)

These two beat Mimi’s parents for me only because they’re just so damn supportive of their son! (And, like, maybe Mimi’s parents would have been the same if circumstances allowed it, but they weren’t. I assume they’re just as supportive, but hey.)

Between supporting the worst standup routine in the world and being conscious of how they might be placing too many expectations on Izzy because he’s a “good kid” (RELATABLE), they’re just loving and kind and sweet and :3 and that’s not even touching on the fact that Izzy was adopted and yet they don’t love or treat him any differently than if he wasn’t! It’s all just very sweet.

Plus I just have a Thing about motherly characters, they tend to be some of my favourites as well. :P

#3 Piximon

Again, he’s a little tiny man who could probably beat the shit out of you! What’s not fantastic about that??? NOTHING.

I just loved how, through his entire debut episode, there was a sense of “this guy is suspicious and we should be careful”, and yet nothing ever came of that. Yeah, sure, he put Tai and Agumon in a boat in a lake in a cave or something but who hasn’t?

Yep yep!

#2 Glasses Gazimon

HE WEARIN THEM

#1 Wizardmon

Wizardmon showed up all through the Myotismon arc, but only started speaking in the episode that Gatomon switched sides. In that short time, he very quickly proved himself to be an amazing, competent character with strong morals and a good head on his shoulders. He lied to Demidevimon about finding “““hot sauce””” instead of the eighth Digivice (but that was booze, guys), he very quickly knew how to trick the Bakemon guard, and he had some raw-ass lines. And that was a single episode, at the end of which he’s thrown into the river and thought to be dead. His actual death was thought to be the most tragic moment in the entire show, and it’s easy to see why.

Wait, he had that bottle in his cloak already. He just had a bottle of “““hot sauce””” (booze) ready to go? He gave away his own personal stash?

...DEEP LORE

But that’s a lie, the actual top of this list is...

#0 That Monkey Toy

LOOK AT IT. IT’S THE BEST THING IN THIS SHOW AND NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT.

Honourable Mentions

I mean, Leomon. Of course. He was a huge part of the first arc, his was another tragic death. He fills a very specific “mentor” character role where he doesn’t actually do any mentoring, but he does give them an infodump when they need it. Then he disappears from the show only to come back and immediately die. That’s not super great, but he’s also a buff shirtless lion, which swings him back around to being a cool guy again.

Plus, he’s the only unpaired, non-Antagonist Digimon to Digivolve! THAT’S SO COOL.

Gennai! Frequent user of “phone minutes”, “frequent flyer miles” and “reception issues” type jokes, he is redeemed by doing... whatever this was. Idk, Gennai’s a cool dude and I like him. Plus he actually didn’t die, like other mentor characters tend to do!

Kuwagamon, if only for being a recurring menace and throwback to the first episode. It might not even be the same guy, who knows. I like to think that it is. The untold revenge story of the show is Kuwagamon trying to get the kids back for this.

FRIGIMON, because FRIGIMOOOOOON.

Dishonourable Mention

Yeah, okay, I’ve mentioned how much I dislike the Numemon before. Maybe I’ve just seen too many male characters trying to creep on a girl before, maybe Digimon World 1 just scarred me. Either way. Sukamon meets the same criteria, but he had that whole bro thing with Chuumon that was kinda stupid and cute, and then he died and Chuumon was sad. :(

Okay, nevermind, let’s just look at

#0 That Monkey Toy Again

LOOK AT IT.

#digimon #digimon anime #digimon adventure #auto plays digimon #auto watches digimon adventure #character analysis

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ubernoxa · 4 years ago

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The Slippery Slope: An Izzy Stradlin FANFICTION

Chapter 3: An Apetite for Destruction

Story Summary: After leaving Guns N’ Roses, Izzy find himself in a rut, and decideds to visit the local zoo. While visiting the penguin exhibit, he meets a red head named Poppy. Will they manage to keep standing while on their slippery slope?

Chapter Summary: Poppy calls an old friend for advice, and Izzy runs into Poppy at a record store and hope to corrects things.

Tags: @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz

Masterlist coming soon, but Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“Ohh god I made such a fool of myself, he is never going to talk to me again. Why am I so awkward?” Poppy whined into the phone as her old college roommate, Lissa, sympathetically listened. This wasn’t the first time Poppy had been freaking out about a guy, and she knew that it wasn’t going to be the last.

“Calm down Poppy, you are probably overanalyzing it,” Lissa was trying to calm Poppy down, but it wasn’t working.. She wished that Poppy had called her right after the date instead of the morning after. It was clear to Lisa that Poppy had spent most of the night overanalyzing and imagining future scenarios that wouldn’t happen.

Poppy sighed as she plopped down on her bed, still holding the phone to her ear. She wanted to kick herself. She wished she became an engineer instead of a biologist, so she could invent a time machine and travel back in time.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? It might help,” Lissa’s voice cut through the silence.

“So it is all the stupid busboy’s fault!” Poppy shouted into her phone. Lissa playfully rolled her eyes at the very limited story she told.

“I am going to need more details hun.”

“So everything is going great. He is super sweet and really funny. He started off super quiet, and barely spoke at the beginning of dinner. Once the food came he became kinda chatty,” Poppy began telling the story while Lissa nodded her head as she listened over the phone.

“What did you wear?” Lissa interrupted earning some confusion from Poppy.

“I don’t see how that is relevant.”

“Hey, it helps paint a picture of you on your date at some fancy italian restaurant in the middle of nowhere Indiana,” Lissa rebuttled earning a groan from Poppy.

After a couple moments of silence, Poppy broke the silence, “I wore the short gold dress.”

“Thanks, now you can continue the story,” Lissa sarcastically replied earning a light chuckle from Poppy who wished her old roommate was here in Indiana, and not in the middle of nowhere Maine.

“As I was saying, everything was going great. The food was spectacular, and we were clicking. Every once and a while silence would fill the space between us, but it was a comfortable silence. It was when we were looking at the menu or eating. We even shared our dinners. Like Lissa...this is going to sound really cheesy, but he even fed me his food. You know, like in those romance movies we watch all the time?”

“Aww that is really sweet of him. If he has a twin I call dibs,” Lissa half joked.

“Anyway, we both finished our dinners and this busboy….ohh god the fucking bus boy,” Lissa froze as Poppy swore. She had known Poppy for 5 years, and she had only heard the girl swear a handful of times.

“What did the busboy do? Did he make fun of you or something like that?”

“No. So the busboy goes and asks ‘Did you enjoy your dinner Mr Stradlin?’ Then I mumble something like Stradlin is a silly last name which it is! It didn’t sound like a real name to be honest. Sounds kinda like a sex joke. Anyway the busboy turns to me and says ‘Well I guess that is one of the perks of being a rockstar…you get to choose whatever name you want. Plus it’s not the weirdest name, he has a bandmate named Duff and another named Axl’. I fucking froze when the busboy said that. The reason Izzy didn’t want to talk about his job was because he was a part of Guns N’ Roses. That is why he never mentioned his last name to me,” Lissa didn’t need to be in the same room as Poppy to know that she was most likely dramatically flapping her arm in the air like the penguins she took care of.

“Wait wait wait...you went on a date with Izzy Stradlin,” Lissa was attempting to connect the dots and understand Poppy met a rockstar.

“I guess..” Poppy mumbled back.

“What do you mean I guess. You didn’t recognize him from all of the magazines that have been littering the checkout counter at practically every grocery store ever since he left Guns N’ Roses? It was also all over the radio!” Poppy groaned at Lisa’s comment. She should have known. Izzy wasn’t a name like Mike or Mark where there are thousands of people walking around with that name. There were probably a handful of people named Izzy, if any at all. An Izzy in Indiana who is a quiet musician and has brown hair could only have been Izzy the rockstar.

“God I’m an awkward idiot…” Poppy once again mumbled. She wanted to slap herself silly.

“What else happened,” Lissa asked after a couple moments of silence.

“Well anyway, once the busboy pointed out that Izzy was a rockstar, things got awkward. The busboy left, and when the check came he didn’t even look over it. He just handed our waitress his credit card and told her to process it as soon as possible. It was clear that he wanted out,” Poopy’s heart sunk as she recalled the moment.

“How were you the awkward one?” Lissa asked, trying to follow Poppy’s questionable logic.

“I haven’t gotten to that part yet. So we start to leave the restaurant and I missed that he offered to take my hand. Then when we were outside the restaurant waiting for the valet to grab our cars, he offered for us to go and walk to a nearby gelato place that I mentioned during appetizers. The problem was that I already saw the valet driving towards us in my car, and it felt like he was doing it out of pity…so I said no. The whole drive home I was kicking myself!”

“Doesn’t sound too bad hun. Also, he might have just been trying to get out of the restaurant before everyone else recognized him. From what I’ve heard from interviews and stuff, he never was the one who wanted to be the center of attention. Poppy...getting gelato might have been because he didn’t want the date to end…” Lissa was trying to lift Poppy’s spirits by giving an alternate scenario, one that Lissa believed to be the real reason.

“You’re just stressing yourself over nothing,” Lissa added trying the break the silence once again.

“What do I do, Lissa.”

“Go to a music shop. Find his albums and buy them so you could listen to them. Worst case you case you could show up and get some music for your penguins to listen to…”

“I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb….”

“Poppy...you will not stand out in a music shop”

After 20 minutes of Lissa convincing Poppy to get dress and head to the music shop, Poppy found herself standing outside the music store. The closest one was in Lafayette which was a quick drive from her apartment. She took a deep breath before she walked in.

Poppy almost jumped when the bell on the door rang.

“Welcome to Halls Music Shop,” On the outside Poppy smiled and waved at the man who was working the register, internally she wanted to bolt out of the shop because she felt several eyes on her.

The first floor was filled with records and cassette tapes. Poppy wandered towards the section labeled rock as she was determined to find the record and quickly leave as soon as possible. She sighed as she quickly realized how large the rock section was, this wasn’t going to be as easy as she expected. She was under the assumption that there were two maybe three type of rock music; classic, punk, and heavy. There were 15, 15 type of rock.

“Hey, I’m Ryan! Are you looking for anything in particular?” A tall brunette pulled her out of her thoughts of trying to figure out which one of the types of rock Izzy’s band was.

“Yeah….umm...it’s called Guns N’ Roses,” Poppy sent Ryan a soft smile who sent it right back to her.

“Good choice! I saw them live a year ago, and it was insane. If you ever get the chance I would highly recommend seeing them live. It’s almost impossible to believe how insanely awesome their shows are,” Ryan said to Poppy remembering most of the night from the show. His ticket was worth every penny, and he was hoping they would add more tour dates soon.

“Cool, I had a friend recommend them to me. She said I’d like them,” Poppy replied trying to keep the conversation going. It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was a rehearsed one.

“You haven’t been listening to them? They’re the only thing everyone is talking about!”

Across the small store, Izzy stood on the second floor looking through their guitars for sale. Did he need one? No.

Was he looking to distract himself from his date last night? Yes.

Everything was going perfect in his book. He was playing all the moves that his old band mates had taught him. From being overly sweet like Duff to making her endlessly laugh like Steven. Then the damn busboy had to blow his cover. Granted he really didn’t have a cover, but he still hated the busboy. Once the busboy opened his stupid mouth. He knew the entire time all that was going through Poppy’s head was that Izzy was a rockstar with a rockstar lifestyle.

He shook his head before deciding to just pick up his new strings, and headed down the stairs to the checkout. He found this place within the first week of movie back, and was forever great fun for it.

As he headed down the stairs, he immediately saw the redhead. Unsure of what had taken over him, Izzy headed towards the rock section where he saw Poppy looking through cassettes.

“Hey Pops,” A smile grew on Poppy’s face as Izzy stood next to her pretending to look through some of the cassettes.

“Hey,” Poppy felt her heart rate immediately skyrocket when he got even closer to her.

‘Don’t be awkward. Just keep breathing. Maybe Lissa was right about overanalyzing this entire situation’ poppy mental told herself.

“Looking for anything in particular?” Izzy was slowly piecing the pieces to the puzzle that was Poppy’s brain.

“Well I’m obviously looking for the perfect album,” Poppy teased back as she continued to purposely search away from the Guns N’ Roses section. After a couple of seconds of perusing through, Poppy smiled when she found the perfect cassette to tease Izzy with.

“Ahh, here we go,” Poppy grabbed a Motley Crue cassette and proudly showed it to Izzy, earning a playful eye roll from the guitarist. Poppy didn’t know a lot about rock bands, but she knew about the tension between Axl Rose and Vince Neil. There was a solid month where that’s all the magazines that littered the grocery store checkout aisle talked about.

“Girls, Girls, Grils?” A smirk was present on Izzy lips when he spoke.

“Yeah! First off I’m a girl, so obviously this album is for me. Secondly, there is nothing hotter than guys on bikes. Lastly, these songs just speak to me,” Poppy said, attempting to hide her laughter.

“These songs speak to you? Ohh do tell!” Izzy asked, a smirk never leaving his lips.

“Well, the first song Wild Side...clearly as you can tell by just looking at me I have such a rambunctious side! Plus I have worked with wild animals.”

“Ohh I can see it now, you and your penguin sidekicks probably get in all sorts of trouble,” Poppy laughed at Izzy’s comment before continuing on with her explanation.

“Girls, Girls, Girls….self explanatory. The song is clearly written for me...a female,” this earned a chuckle from Izzy who knew that Poppy had clearly never listened to the song before.

Poppy felt the nerves vanish as Izzy laughed. She felt her cheeks and ears redden. She felt smaller against the tall guitarist.

“What about Dancing on Glass?” Izzy asked, breaking the silence between them.

“Well as an ex-ballerina I don’t not see the appeal to dancing on glass…”

“It is about Nikki’s, the guy who wrote the song, Heroin overdose, the shit he and his band went through to get to that point in time, and how he wouldn't go through that routine again. Like he said,"it's just like dancing on glass” Poppy nodded as Izzy briefly talked about the song.

“Did you write any songs?” A soft smile formed on Izzy’s lips as he headed over towards where the Guns N’ Roses cassettes were. Poppy put the Motley Crue cassette that she had no intention of buying back and followed him.

“One of the most popular songs I worked on with Guns was Sweet Child of mine. It was definitely one of those all hands on deck situations, but I provided most of the chords. The intro bit is 100% Slash’s warm up. Out Ta Get Me was another one I wrote. It’s a fun song to play,” Poppy quickly interrupted Izzy by teasily correcting him, “Out to get me….out ta get me isn’t proper English.”

“Well I’ll have you know I’m the only one in Guns to have a high school degree, so grammatical correctness wasn’t are highest concern,” Poppy simply giggles at his remark before he continued talking.

“Mr. Brownstone was another good one Slash and I wrote. It’s about what a day in the life of being a struggling LA band on the strip.” Poppy watched as sorrow grew on his face.

“What about Patience, that one doesn’t sound at all like a rock n roll song,” Poppy tried to distract him by bringing up another song on the cassette that she was holding. It was called G N’ R Lies, a rather odd name for a album, but she assumed they had some sound reasoning for it.

“It’s not really,” Poppy nodded her head at his comment. He then went completely silent looking at the cassettes, memories of both good times and bad flooding his head.

“Well, maybe you should play it for me sometime.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Poppy felt a soft smile across her lips as he replied.

“You have too many albums Izzy..you make it hard to choose just one,” Poppy teased, still trying to lighten his mood.

When that didn’t work, she snatched the cassette he was holding, “Hmm Appetite for Destruction sounds like the one for me.”

“Ohh so are you telling me you crave destruction?” Izzy finally spoke again, a smirk lingering on his features.

“I’m a biologist who studies dangerous animals for a living, I don’t just crave destruction. I control it,” The words were coming out faster than she could think. What she was saying felt silly, but when she looked back to Izzy who now had his arm wrapped around her wrist she didn’t regret the words one bit.

“I would trust penguins under the dangerous animals category,” Izzy smugly replied.

“What about polar bears or mountain lions?”

“Okay, those...those are dangerous,” he didn’t look at her when he responded, but a smile lingered on his face.

“Is that all for you then today?” Ryan asked as Izzy placed the guitar strings he needed to buy on the counter.

“And a cassette of Appetite,” Izzy offered his hand and Poppy placed the cassette in his hand.

“Buying your own albums now?” Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow towards the guitarist.

Izzy shrugged before handing the cashier his credit card. Once the transaction was done, Poppy immediately reached down to grab his hand, slowly stroking it with her thumb.

“Do you have any plans for the afternoon?”

Poppy shook her head no before following Izzy to his car. She was expecting some luxury sports car, but instead he drove a burnt red truck. She couldn’t explain why, but it fit him perfectly.

He put the cassette in, and drove back to his place with Poppy along for the ride. She by no means was a singer, but she was quick to pick up on the refrains.

“You know that the song ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ isn’t very welcoming. I do not feel welcome in whatever jungle y’all were in when you performed that, and I have been to many jungles...if I may add,” Poppy said once Welcome to the Jungle finished. This earned a small smile from Izzy who was surprised that listening to his old album wasn’t making him incredibly pissed off, he figured it was because of Poppy who was dancing and poorly singing next to him.

About half way through ‘It’s so Easy’ Poppy just started cracking up.

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” Poppy tried to hide her giggle as she spoke.

“Sounds like something,” Now Izzy was curious to see the red head’s opinion on the song.

“It’s so easy, when everyone is trying to please me!” Poppy jokingly sang, mocking the song. Was his band seriously that cocky?

“Mock all you want, but that song is inspired by the life we lived,” Poppy dialed back on the mocking and continued to jokingly dance in her seat, clearly earning stares from nearby cars.

By the time Nightrain came on Poppy was pretending to play guitar and drums. Izzy couldn’t help, but smile at the reaction she had to his music.

“Your place is beautiful,” Poppy said as they pulled up to what she assumed to be Izzy’s place. It wasn’t an extravagant LA mansion, but it was home. It was also was a huge fuck you to Axl, since they both talked about living in the house growing up.

“Thanks,” Izzy replied as he unlocked the door. He couldn’t have unlocked the door faster.

Once Poppy made it inside she practically felt herself slammed up against the now closed front door. She looked up to see Izzy, who wore a look that made her want to melt. Holy fuck he looked hot towering over her.

“So, is this how you welcome most guests?” Poppy asked, unable to look away from his eyes.

Even though it was no later than 3pm, the foyer in his house was dark. His face was partially hidden in the shadows, but she could still see the outline of his face and his deep hazel eyes that she swore changed color in the afternoon sun.

She expected him to taste like a mix of alcohol and cigarettes, but she was quickly proven wrong. He tasted like caramel. The type of warm Carmel that you would find in pie. It was calming, as she felt his fingers dance down her sides.

As if on reflex, Poppy intertwined her fingers in his hair. Her mind went blank, unable to focus on any single thing as she felt Izzy’s tongue in her mouth. Izzy began to slowly guide Poppy towards his couch with intentions that could only be described as those belonging to a rockstar.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 years ago

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 2

A/N: Written with @mox-made-me-do-it

Chapter 2: Allie

“Umm yeah…” I said slowly, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. “Cowboys are supposed to be lucky. As long as they aren't from Dallas at least."

Oh my God did I just say that? Surprisingly, my unfunny and awkward football joke earned a definite chuckle from Adam. But, oh, the way he smiled. Those eyes, I swear, could glow in the dark.

The voices at the table seemed to fade away. I could just make out Leigh’s voice as she kept the conversation going. She was talented like that—able to talk up everyone she met. It was how we met in freshmen year at in the first place. She and Kenny seemed to be hitting it off, propped on their elbows and talking over the cheese fries and cookie skillet. I sat there in a stunned sort of silence every time I thought about trying to talk. Maybe not to Kenny, but definitely to Adam.

I was suddenly jerked back to reality when I realized Leigh was poking my leg. She was watching me from the corner of her eye, lips turned down in a worried frown. Across the table, Kenny tapped his spoon on the skillet.

“Hello? Anybody home in there?" Kenny said with a teasing smile.

Leigh poked my thigh again. “Hi...sorry… the mimosas we had on the plane are kicking my ass." For a second, the world went fuzzy. Without warning, I jumped to my feet and excused myself, grabbing my backpack as I dashed off.

I hurried to the ladies’ room. My ribs were tight, making it hard to breathe. I swore I was going to either throw up or pass out before I made it into the bathroom. I heard Leigh’s faint voice in the background, apologizing behind me as she followed behind at a run.

“Als? You ok, babe?” Leigh asked, following me to the sink. The panic was so thick that I couldn’t think of anything else to do but giggle… almost maniacally. “What's going on? What’s wrong?”

I threw my bag on the counter, searching through it for one specific thing. Half a dozen things came out as I dug, finally pulling out what I wanted. I held up a smooth grey rock with the word courage engraved in black on the top.

“Remember this?" I asked, holding it up. “You gave it to me at the airport when I moved to LA. It hasn't left my bag since.”

Leigh stepped close and put her arm around my back and dropped her head against my shoulder. “Als…”

“Jon made fun of me for keeping it with me, but I can't imagine not having you by my side, Leelee.” My voice broke. As much as he’d royally screwed me over, it still hurt to think of all the time I’d wasted with Jon. When I thought things were going perfectly, when I thought we were two steps from happily ever after… I squeezed my eyes shut to keep from crying. I refused to give him that satisfaction.

“I can't believe you keep that with you,” my friend replied, hugging me tight. I turned and wrapped my arms around her. For a moment, we just stood there as the panic bled out of me. “I know things are hard, but there is a super hot, super confused cowboy and out there with our loaded cheese fries. If we leave them alone too long, they’ll eat all of them. And the cookie,” Leigh said with a nudge and a wink.

I grinned, relaxing with my friend’s presence. “What about Curls—Kenny? I think he likes you…” We parted and I leaned against the counter, raising a brow as I looked at her. We were almost the same height, but her hair was shorter and dyed a deep ruby red. “Maybe it’s time to jump back on the pogo stick?”

Leigh blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears. She looked over her shoulder at the door. “He's so fit… and hot. I mean, look at him and look at me. I doubt he goes for the thick girls.”

I knew the feeling. The doubt. I thought I’d found someone who accepted and loved me just for me, but I’d been wrong. I suppose it had been the same with Izzy and Leigh. They were like Jon and I… happy on the outside but broken deep down.

As doubtful as she sounded, Leigh had a faraway dreamy look in her eyes. “Man… his smile, though. And those eyes…but I don’t know, Al… But I guess we’ve got to leave the ladies first so we can find out. Remember a week away from reality.”

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. Whatever tan I’d gotten living in California had washed out beneath my panic. My hazel eyes looked shell shocked. I splashed some cool water on my face and behind my ears, the surprise bringing color back to my cheeks. Leigh handed me a paper towel.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” I smiled and hugged Leigh again, glad to have her with me. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Seriously, though. Kenny looked at you like we looked at that cookie skillet. I can't believe you don't see it. He is definitely into you. You deserve it after Izzy—go for it.”

Leigh rolled her eyes and snatched my backpack up from the counter. “Come on, our fries are probably cold.”

We laughed as we exited the ladies’ room arm-in-arm. As soon as we opened the door, I was surprised to find the cowboy leaning up against the wall. His brow was furrowed, and his blue eyes were dark with worry.

“Is everything okay, Allie?” Adam asked with concern. His southern accent seemed to get thicker and desperately more adorable “You turned pale as a sheet.”

Something warm settled in my chest. “Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks,” I replied, smiling a little. I thought of that stone in the front pocket of my bag. “I guess I shouldn't have had that last mimosa. Got a little light-headed.”

Adam nodded and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I tried hard not to think about how good he looked in them. “Let’s get some food in you. Always helps when I’ve had a few too many.”

I felt Leigh bump me lightly in the hip as she unwound her arm from mine and slipped in front of us. Adam shortened his stride to match mine and I could have sworn he turned just a little bit toward me.

“Hey… half the fries are gone,” Leigh exclaimed from the table. Adam and I sidled up to the table just in time to see Kenny look up at her sheepishly, melted cheese and bacon bits still on the plate in front of him.

Kenny looked around, as if he were searching for someone even as he tried to casually wipe the grease and cheese onto his napkin. “Yeah, I looked away for one second, and somebody just swiped them.”

Before any of us could say anything in response, Leigh’s phone went off in her pocket. I watched her face go grey as she recognized the ringtone. Don’t answer it. Don’t answer it, I thought, wishing she could hear me inside her head. But she couldn’t, and I watched her hands shake as she put the phone to her ear.

“Hello, Itzabelle,” my friend said, her voice barely trembling. I could feel the fear spilling into her veins.

I could hear her ex’s voice on the other end. She was shouting and screaming, clearly upset about something. What does she want now? Hasn’t the bitch done enough?

“It’s none of your business if I am in Tahiti with Allie. You gave up having an opinion about what I do a long time ago.” Leigh was starting to go pale and I dashed over to slip a chair under her, guiding her to sit down. “I’m not telling you a damn thing, Itzabelle. You’ve broken my heart enough. I’m not letting you do it again.”

Leigh dragged the phone from her ear and ended the call, clutching the device tight in her hands. She looked sick. Adam handed her a glass of water. “Head between your knees if you’re gonna pass out.”

My earlier panic had been quickly burned away by something like rage. Itzabelle Parker and I hadn’t exactly gotten along while she and Leigh were together, but I’d done my best once they got serious. But I’d be damned if she tried to ruin my friend’s life after they’d broken up.

The high ring of my phone made my heart jump a beat. I dug it from my bag and grinned sadistically when I recognized the number. I answered without hesitation.

“Listen here, Itzabelle Parker,” I spat, the words drawing out. I paced a few steps away. “You don’t get to speak to her like that. You made your choice the minute you touched her cousin, and you don’t get to be pissed off at her for going on a vacation with me.”

She snarled back at me, hurling insults and insinuations. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You never deserved her. How many times was it, Izzy? And don’t just say the once because we both know you are a lying bitch who broke my best friend’s heart.”

The angrier I got, the more I could hear the southern Alabama slipping into my voice. I’d lost all but hints of it when I moved to LA, but it seemed pure and unadulterated rage could bring it right back. “She’s moved on to better and definitely bigger than you. My girl will be well taken care of by one of the hottest men I have ever seen if I have a vote in it. She deserves some happiness after everything you’ve put her through.”

I hung up on her without another word, feeling some vicious glee at how she sputtered at the end. It never occurred to Izzy that Leigh might find a guy who could make her happy. “Gimme your phone,” I commanded, holding out my hand to Leigh. She dropped passed it over without complaint. I powered both of them off and stuffed them into the bottom of my backpack. “Now…”

I finally looked up, drawing a deep breath. The anger I’d felt at Izzy had completely torn away at the panic I’d felt moments before. Leigh was looking up at me with a mixture of awe and embarrassment. Across the table, Kenny had turned a horrible beet red and was suddenly very interested in counting the bacon bits on his plate. But Adam…

Adam was looking at me with an awful appreciation in his eyes. He grinned and nodded, bracing his hands on the back of his chair and leaning forward. “You, Allie Mason, are as full of surprises as a hellcat.”

“I’m sorry. That woman just…” I growled, still caught up in the rush of adrenaline. “She thinks she can dictate everything Leigh does even though she’s the one who royally fucked up. I’m not having it.”

As I watched, Adam looked over at Kenny and burst out laughing. I finally stopped long enough to realize how I might have embarrassed him. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Kenny. I didn’t mean… That woman is horrible, and I wanted to shut her up. I’m so sorry I embarrassed you!”

He took a deep drink of the soda in front of him. Then he downed the water next to it. “It’s fine,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “Flattered really. I mean… surprising that I would… you know… make her… jealous? But… yeah… um…”

For a moment he sat quiet, then looked down at the iPhone on the table. “Hey Hangman, our ferry leaves in like 10 minutes. Unfortunately, we need to bid these lovely ladies adieu." Kenny said, the slight sadness present beneath his lingering embarrassment.

Leigh glanced over as well. "Shit! Allie, ours leaves then, too. Grab a box from the server for the fries.” She glanced up at Kenny—who was still a delightful shade of red—and Adam—who was trying not to laugh at his friend—and queried, “Where are you guys off to?"

“The Four Seasons resort at Bora Bora,” Adam said easily.

I looked at Leigh, my heart beating hard against my ribs. No. It wasn’t possible… She looked quickly between Adam and I and smiled. “So are we.”

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hopesilverheart · 4 years ago

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Title: I loved your colours (before I loved you) Artist: @calliartss Rating: Explicit (Chapter 10 only) Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Clary Fray, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood Word Count: ~95k Summary: Magnus Bane is a journalist who's always dreamed of modelling for Lightwood Fashions. When the CEO Alec Lightwood starts looking for new models for their spring collection, he jumps on the occasion.

In the meantime, Alec Lightwood is struggling with the idea of finally announcing his role as co-designer. When Magnus Bane strolls into his life, Alec is torn between keeping his secret or throwing all caution to the wind.

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2020.

Chapter 11: Can you keep a secret?

The Lightwood townhouse was a beautiful home.

Magnus had been expecting a huge mansion filled with meaningless paintings and works of art that the family couldn’t have cared less about. He had expected a demonstration in luxury and had instead been greeted by warm tones and knick-knacks that spoke of a loving family.

Alec had told him, of course, that Maryse was a lot more loving behind closed doors. It was still strange though, to see the dissonance between the woman Magnus had met and the woman greeting her children with wide smiles and lingering embraces. Even Alec, who had once told Magnus he had never been particularly close to his mother, seemed light and happy around his family.

“They’re… Not what I was expecting,” Catarina murmured into his ear, glancing at the group of Lightwoods confusedly. “I always thought rich people would be a little more- Well, I don’t know, I suppose I just assumed they would act like the stereotypical wealthy family that doesn’t like to show affection.”

“I think we all assumed it would be like that,” Raphael snorted from his spot to Magnus’ left. “But now that we’ve concluded that they are not, in fact, an emotionless group of human beings, maybe we should join them? You know, show them that we too know how to function in social situations.”

“I wouldn’t say you and Ragnor know how to function properly around other people, Raph,” Magnus chuckled, reluctantly closing the distance between his little ragtag family and Alec’s perfect siblings. “And I’m not sure their united front is going to stand all night, so stay on your guard.”

“You’re all ridiculous,” Ragnor grumbled, looking down at Madzie seriously. “You shouldn’t listen to anything they have to say, kiddo. The Lightwoods are a perfectly normal family, and so are we. Your mom and uncles are just confused because they thought they knew everything and realised they were wrong.”

“I think the Lightwoods look cool!” Was the only thing Madzie said, breaking free from her mother’s grip and hurtling into Alec’s legs, holding onto him tightly until he picked her up. “Hi Alec! I came here with my family today!”

“I know,” Alec smiled at her softly, effectively turning Magnus into a puddle of goo. “I’m the one who drove Magnus here, but he wanted to make his grand entrance with you, since you’re the prettiest mermaid of all!”

“I don’t think Magnus wants to be here,” Madzie whispered loudly, earning herself horrified glances from the guest-side of the entrance hall and chuckles from the Lightwoods. “Mom said the dinner was going to be a little bit scary. Why’s the dinner going to be scary, Alec?”

“The dinner is absolutely not going to be scary,” Isabelle cut in, sidling up to her brother and holding a hand out for Madzie to shake. “I’m Isabelle Lightwood, Alec’s sister. You can call me Izzy.”

The little girl looked at the offered appendage dubiously for a few seconds but, thanks to a nudge and a nod from Alec, eventually took it and smiled shyly at Isabelle. The young woman grinned widely and ruffled Madzie’s hair before turning to the rest of their party.

“So, scary, huh?” She huffed mock-offendedly, wagging her pointer finger in Magnus’ direction. “And here I thought we were friends and you would feel comfortable enough telling me about these things. What are you so scared of, anyways? I thought you’d already met most of the family.”

“He just doesn’t do families,” Raphael answered for him, shrugging unapologetically when Magnus glared at him. “It’s the truth. He’s terrible at meeting parents and siblings, so he tries to avoid it as much as possible. Why do you think he invited us along?”

“Because Alec asked everyone to come?” Isabelle frowned, looking at Raphael as though he wasn’t making any sense. Which, to her, he probably wasn’t. “He wanted us to have a big family dinner, and that apparently includes inviting all of our partners’ parents and siblings along.”

Catarina opened her mouth, but Magnus elbowed her as hard as possible to cut her off. He didn’t know why Alec hadn’t just told his family that he was too nervous to meet Alec’s family properly without at least some back-up. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth though.

“Are the others already here?” He asked instead, looking around the hallway and trying to figure out where the dining room was. The townhouse may not have been quite as big as what Magnus had been expecting, but it was still a lot fancier than any house Magnus had ever lived in.

“Right through there,” Isabelle chuckled, pointing at an open archway and leading to a beautifully decorated living area, complete with a large dining table and an expensive-looking fireplace. “Simon and Clary have known each other for years, so their families arrived at the same time. Just to avoid any awkwardness I will give you a quick run down. Simon is here with his widowed mom and his sister, and Clary is here with her mom and her step-father, her father isn’t in the picture.”

She gestured at the different groups of people as she spoke, and disappeared before any of them could react, which Magnus took as a sign that they were supposed to mingle by themselves.

“You look lost,” Alec grinned, kissing Magnus’ temple lightly before curling an arm around his waist. “I know this is a lot, especially with the other families here, but I promise none of us are as intimidating as we may seem. Clary’s mom is a super cool artist, and her dad is a badass cop. Simon’s mom works at a school and is one of the nicest people you’ll meet. Everyone here is very normal, I promise.”

“Except you and your ridiculously successful family,” Magnus pointed out, biting back a smile when Alec rolled his eyes at him and pressed another kiss to his cheek before leading him towards Clary, Clary’s mother, Simon and Jace. “And of course you’re leading me straight to the wolves. I appreciate your attempt at getting the worst over with as soon as possible, but I would really rather have alcohol in my system before trying to talk to your brother.”

“Nice try, but no,” Alec smiled sharply, tightening his grip on Magnus as they approached the small group.

As worried as Magnus had been about meeting Jace properly, he had to admit that the rest of the group was a rather pleasant bunch. He already got along splendidly with Clary and Simon, and Jocelyn was just as kind and open as her daughter. Even her husband, who joined them a few minutes later, radiated empathy and good intentions.

The only real problem was Jace. The thing was, Magnus and Jace had talked a few times already. It was inevitable, given the fact that Jace owned the best coffee shop in the neighbourhood they worked in. Magnus didn’t particularly like it, but he wasn’t about to let the strange tension between his boyfriend’s brother and him get in the way of a great cup of coffee. Unlike Isabelle and her mother, who had quickly accepted Magnus’ new position in their lives, Jace seemed to live in constant denial of Alec’s relationship status.

Every time Magnus tried to bring Alec up, Jace would close off or make a comment about the fashion team, and Magnus had eventually just given up on trying to get to know the blond man. A part of him wanted to get along with Jace, no matter how infuriating he was, if only to make Alec happy, but they’d been stuck in the same place for over a month and Magnus honestly couldn’t see things getting any better.

“You’ve talked to everyone but Jace,” Alec whispered as they settled at the dinner table forty-five minutes later, ready to dig into the wonderful meal Maryse and Max had prepared. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you purposefully avoid each other and deflect questions when they could even potentially lead to a conversation between the two of you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Magnus said innocently, smiling politely at Luke as the man offered him some wine. “Jace and I don’t have anything to talk about. We couldn’t be more different if we tried.”

“You should know better than to say things like that to me, Magnus,” Alec smirked, mischief and determination overtaking his features as he stared between Jace – who was sitting across the table from them, completely ruining the idea of a Lightwood side – and Magnus thoughtfully. “I think you just need to give each other a bit more of a chance. I promise you have a lot more in common than you might think.”

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, please don’t,” Magnus pleaded, turning wide eyes on his boyfriend. “Alec, I just want to have a nice dinner with everyone here, and I don’t think a conversation between Jace and I qualifies as something nice. He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Alec rolled his eyes, turning towards his brother and smiling brightly. “Hey, Jace! Would you mind switching seats? I have something I wanted to talk to Clary and Max about, you know the usual art stuff, and I don’t feel like yelling.”

Jace stared at his brother suspiciously for a few seconds, glancing at Magnus and sighing heavily as he realised he wasn’t going to get out of this. Well, that made two of them.

“You owe me for this, Alec,” the blond muttered as they both stood up and walked around the table to take their new seats. “And you owe me too. I’m only doing this because Alec is my brother and I would do anything to keep him happy, alright? So just act like you don’t completely hate me and we’ll be fine. Although please keep your elbows to yourself, it’s a huge pet peeve of mine.”

“Babe, please dial the douche-baggery down a little bit,” Simon tutted at his boyfriend from the other end of the table. “I know it’s hard for you, but we’re all trying to get along and you don’t get to escape this huge orgy of positive feelings.”

“Simon!”

“Don’t talk about orgies at the dinner table!”

“Will someone please pass me the goddamned salad?!”

Magnus’ eyes widened as chaos descended upon the table, dishes getting passed around as five different conversations started up. Alec was busy with Clary and Max, which meant Magnus couldn’t talk to him, and he had been split up from most of his friends. Ragnor, the only one who had remained in his immediate vicinity, was already having a deep discussion with Luke, which left Magnus with no other option than…

“He really planned this, didn’t he?” He sighed, glancing over at Jace who had apparently also accepted their fate. The blond man had angled his chair and body in Magnus’ direction, picking at his pasta salad half-heartedly. “Does he do this often?”

“It’s happened a few times in the past,” Jace shrugged. “Not that I can really complain about it, since one of those times led to me and Simon getting together. I just wish he had given me a little more forewarning. You seem like a cool guy, Bane, but I really don’t know if this is going to work out.”

“What? Our friendship?” Magnus chuckled lowly. “Because believe me, I don’t think it’s going to work out either. Alec’s intentions are pure and I appreciate his efforts, but there’s very little I think the two of us could share. Still, there’s no harm in tryi-”

“I meant you and Alec,” Jace cut him off, looking at Magnus seriously. “I don’t know if you and Alec are going to work out.”

Magnus’ breath caught in his throat at the man’s blunt words. So far, all of their friends had been showering them with support and insisting that they had been all but made for each other, so to hear someone suggest the complete opposite hurt more than Magnus could have anticipated. He knew Alec and he were different in many ways, but they cared about each other.

They cared about each other a lot, and wasn’t that what mattered? More than their appearances or their hobbies or how well their friends got along. The longer they were together, the more hopeful Magnus was for the future, but Jace’s words made him wonder if he had missed something. Had there been a glaring red flag above their heads the entire time? Had everyone else simply been too afraid to tell them how wrong they were for each other?

“God, the two of you sure think as much as each other,” Jace snorted, gazing at Magnus amusedly. “I didn’t say anything about how well suited the two of you are; it’s clear to me that you like each other and share plenty of things. I just mean that relationships are always a little uncertain, especially when there are secrets involved.”

Magnus’ heart froze.

“Secrets?” He croaked, swallowing nervously as Jace nodded, staring at him knowingly. “What secrets are you talking about, exactly?”

“I’m talking about the things Alec has yet to tell you about his life and his job,” Jace sighed. “I’m talking about whatever it is you and Isabelle discuss from time to time that has you looking so worried. I’m talking about how you both know you’re not being completely sincere but have yet to do anything about it.”

Magnus knew he should have been a little more anxious about his secret potentially coming out. He had been trying to keep it hidden for almost two months now, and he was so close to getting his tracks completely – or mostly – covered. Jace saying something to Alec could potentially ruin all of that. He knew that was what he should have been thinking about.

Instead, he was stuck on the first part of Jace’s statement. He had always been aware that he wasn’t being completely truthful with Alec, and a part of him had always felt guilty for being insincere. It had just never occurred to him that the lack of transparency might have been mutual from the get-go.

Alec had always been so honest with him that Magnus had never even thought about the things he didn’t know about Alec yet. He hadn’t even considered that Alec might have secrets just as bad – and maybe even worse – than his.

“I’m not saying this because I want the two of you to break up,” Jace continued, staring at Magnus intensely. “And I’m not saying this because I want you to ask questions about what Alec might be hiding. I actually think he has decent reasons to be holding back. However, I also think he should tell you eventually, and probably sooner rather than later. As for you… Look, I don’t know what you’re hiding or what you’re so ashamed of or whatever, but maybe you should think about telling him?”

It wasn’t anything he hadn’t thought about doing, yet Magnus still felt frustration bubble inside his chest at Jace’s unnecessary prodding into his life.

“I know what I’m doing,” he muttered, looking towards Alec to avoid Jace’s stare and wondering if the blond man would be able to sense his lie. “As for your concerns about my relationship with Alec… I appreciate them, but I promise you that I’m serious about this and would never do anything to mess it up. I care about Alec, and I just want him to be happy.”

For a second, Magnus thought Jace was going to bring up the lying again, that he was going to accuse Magnus of wanting Alec to be happy living a lie or some other nonsense. Instead, he cocked his head to the side, shrugged nonchalantly, and turned back to his plate as the main dishes were set on the table.

“Well then, no reason for us not to get along,” Jace said after a few minutes of silence during which Magnus had wondered whether or not there was a way to turn back time and take back everything he had ever said and done wrong in his life. “Alec tells me you’re into baseball?”

And just like that, the two of them were engrossed in their own private conversation about sports and teams and who they wanted to see progress in the league. It wasn’t anything serious, and Magnus could still feel the underlying hint of tension in their voices, but at least they were actively trying to talk to each other.

By the time dessert was brought out and everyone was pleasantly tipsy from the wine, Alec and Jace had switched back. Magnus was feeling a lot more comfortable than he had earlier, Madzie was all but dozing off in her seat, the parents had left them alone, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

The siblings spent the entirety of dessert discussing each other’s relationships as well as their overall excitement for the spring collection. The conversation was riddled with inside jokes and hints Magnus didn’t quite understand, but he was too happy to have gotten through the worst of the evening to worry about it too much.

“Are you okay to drive home?” Alec asked him as the Lightwood children escorted their partners back to the door – or in Jace’s case, got ready to be escorted out with their partner. “Or do you want me to call a cab? I know you had a little to drink, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt just because we weren’t careful.”

“I was actually wondering if Isabelle might want to go out and have drinks with me,” Magnus blurted out, immediately asking himself what was wrong with him. That had not been in his plans at all. He had been dreaming about getting home and passing on his bed for hours, so why on earth would he screw it all up by asking his friend out for drinks?

Sure, he loved Isabelle, but he had had his fair share of Lightwoods for the night, and they saw enough of each other at work. Besides, she was already drunk as-

Suddenly, he knew exactly what his brain was trying to do. It wouldn’t work, though. Just because Isabelle was drunk didn’t mean she would reveal any secrets that weren’t her own. She might not even know about Alec’s secrets, and then their night out would have been for nothing. It was a stupid idea, and the best thing to do would be to take his words back immediately.

“Ooh, I’d love to go for drinks!”

Or not.

***

“Thank god you dragged me out of there,” Isabelle slurred. “Family dinners are always so draining and having Clary around didn’t exactly make things better. We’ve been going through a bit of a tough time and only just figured things out, so this was… Well, it was something.”

The brunette was well past drunk at this point. She had had too many cocktails for Magnus to keep count of, and he knew he wasn’t far behind. Thankfully, his apartment was just around the corner so they would only have to walk down the block to get back to safety and warmth once the bar closed – or once they got kicked out, whichever one came first.

“You know, your family isn’t half as bad as I thought they would be,” Magnus hummed. “I even talked to Jace about baseball for a while.”

“Yeah, Jace is easy enough to get along with as long as you have some basic knowledge of either sports, coffee, or biology,” Isabelle nodded seriously. “I mean, he’s a bit weird and I don’t always understand him, but he’s pretty cool. Except when he was trying to hit on Clary.”

“He tried to hit on Clary?” Magnus snickered quietly, sipping at his drink and raising an expectant eyebrow in Isabelle’s direction. “Well come on, I want the details! I need to have something on him for the next time I see him, you know, and nothing is as embarrassing as hitting on a woman who is infatuated by your sister.”

“Speaking from experience?” Isabelle waggled her eyebrows. “Did you once fall in love with someone who was already trying to woo Raphael?”

“No,” Magnus wrinkled his nose. ��Of course not. But Jace seems like the kind of guy to completely ignore the signs of attraction between two people and just- just shoot his shot or whatever. Although, wasn’t he already with Simon when he met Clary? Wouldn’t that have made things even more awkward?”

“Oh god, it would have been awful,” Isabelle giggled. “But no. We all met Simon after we met Clary, since she’s the one who introduced him to us and asked mom to give him a job and all that shebang. Before Jace met Simon and was hit by love at first sight, he thought Clary was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And fair enough, she is the prettiest girl in the world, but that’s beside the point.”

“Wait, wait, did you and Clary already have all that-” Magnus gestured wildly as he tried to make his point. Unfortunately, he only earned himself a blank look from the brunette. “Sexual tension?”

“I don’t know,” Isabelle shrugged. “I wasn’t even aware we had something until Alec pointed it out and told me to get my shit together. It took me a few years, but I got there! And Jace never tried to flirt with her again. Although maybe that has more to do with the fact that she slapped him hard enough to make him bleed.”

“She made him bleed?!” Magnus exclaimed, slamming his glass back down on the bar and crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Isabelle to expand on that particular story.

He wasn’t disappointed. It turned out that Jace was terrible at seducing people; he went too heavy too fast and tended to turn into a bit of an arrogant asshole, which Clary had decidedly not appreciated. Jace had ended the night with the promise of a hangover and a mark on his cheek that had apparently stayed there for over a week.

“And then he met Simon and forgot all about my girl,” Isabelle finished her tale, smiling dopily as she thought of Clary. “So now I have her, and he has Simon who’s actually really nice even though he talks a lot and gets on Alec’s nerves with his rambling rants. Everything worked out for the best.” Isabelle said as she ended the story, a fond smile and soft twinkle in her eye.

“Which is all that matters in the end,” Magnus said wisely, thinking back on what Jace had told him earlier that evening.

He had been keeping it locked in his mind for over two hours, not even breathing a word of it to Isabelle, but he was starting to forget why he had been trying to hold back in the first place. It wasn’t like he was going to force Isabelle to tell him Alec’s secret. He just wanted to know if whatever his boyfriend was hiding was as bad as what Magnus had done.

That way, maybe they could be even.

“Jace doesn’t think Alec and I are going to work out,” he sighed, downing the rest of his drink and ordering yet another, completely ignoring the bartender’s judgemental look. “He says we lie to each other too much about the things that matter. Or at least I think that’s what he meant to say. Hey, Iz, do you think Alec and I lie to each other?”

“Well, duh,” Isabelle rolled her eyes. “You still haven’t told him about the little white lie that got you the job as Head Editor, did you? And you haven’t spoken about Fade Media with him yet, so… That’s technically two lies? I think.”

“But what about him?” Magnus insisted. “Does he lie to me too?”

At his words, Isabelle’s face went through a series of complicated emotions that Magnus was far too drunk to analyse. He thought he got the gist of it, which was what mattered most, and the gist was that yes, Alec was lying to him. And if the alarm remaining on Isabelle’s features was anything to go by, he was lying about something big.

“Why hasn’t he told me?” He pouted. “Does he not trust me? Does he not think he can tell me about all his deep, dark secrets that no one else wants to hear about? I thought I was the only one in the wrong, but if he’s also keeping things from me, then that’s alright. Right?”

If he had been even just slightly more sober, he would have known that the answer to his own question was a resonant no. Just because Alec was keeping things from him didn’t mean Magnus had to lie as well. Relationships weren’t about holding petty grudges like that, they were about communication. Sober Magnus would have known that.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Magnus was very much not sober.

“Yeah, it has to be alright,” he repeated, nodding to himself. Isabelle didn’t look convinced, but she was too drunk to get an opinion on the matter at hand. “But Jace thinks we should talk to each other.”

“Talking is always a good idea,” Isabelle tutted, poking Magnus in the chest. “You have to talk to the people you love, otherwise they’ll think you don’t love them. I didn’t talk to Clary this week, you know? I locked myself in my bedroom and only came out for the Vogue shoot. And I don’t know why I didn’t talk to Clary? I missed Clary.” Izzy rambled.

“Alec and I talk a lot!” Magnus protested. “We talk all the time! We talk about the things we love and the things we hate and we- we go on dates and talk about how we feel. Sometimes. We just don’t talk about secrets. What’s the point of having secrets if you give them away?”

“I don’t think we’re s’pposed to keep secrets from the people we love,” Isabelle said sadly. “’Cause secrets hurt people.”

“Will Alec’s secret hurt me?” Magnus asked before he could help himself. He had lost all his filters somewhere after his last glass, and he was far too curious to pretend like he didn’t want to know what Alec was hiding. “Is it going to make me cry, Iz?”

“I don’t know,” the brunette answered. “I think it’s a stupid secret that shouldn’t be a secret at all, so I don’t know. I don’t want you to be mad at Alec though, because Alec really likes you and I really like you too. You should just ask him about his secret. Maybe he’ll tell you if you ask him.”

“Why would he tell me?” Magnus threw his hands in the air. “He won’t even tell me about Clary’s secret partner! He keeps saying it’ll happen when it should happen or whatever bullshit quote he likes to use. I should get to know who the designer is, Iz, I’m wearing his clothes! Well, not right now, but… You know what I mean.”

“Of course he won’t tell you,” Isabelle said sadly. “Because if he tells you about the designer, he has to tell you about himself, and Alec hates talking about himself positively. He thinks he’s not good enough, you know? He thinks people will judge him, even though they really wouldn’t. They would just love him even more than they do now.”

Once again, it felt like Magnus was missing something. It had been happening more and more often over the past two weeks, and he was starting to get annoyed at how vague his friends acted around him. There was something they weren’t telling him, something that had to do with the secret designer and that made Alec uncomfortable.

It made Isabelle a little bit angry, made Clary sad, made Simon bite his lip, and made the fashion team roll their eyes. It made them all shut up faster than anything else, and Magnus didn’t know why. All he knew was that he was sick and tired of being left out of something whilst everyone else laughed behind his back.

“Who’s the designer, Isabelle?” He asked as soberly as he could. “Who is he? I know it’s a man, because Alec let that slip, but who is it? I know it’s someone who works at the office, since there’s no way they could have created such perfect outfits if they hadn’t met all the models. I know Clary is friends with him, close friends even, because she trusts him with a lot of things. Alec trusts him too, even though I’m not sure he likes him. So who is it?”

She was dying to tell him, Magnus could see it clear as day. She was bouncing on her bar stool, swaying lightly as she shook her head and scrunched her eyes shut in a valiant attempt to stay quiet. However, Magnus knew she would cave as soon as he stopped speaking, because Isabelle hated this secret almost as much as Magnus did.

Of all their friends, she was the only one who had ever said she found the secrecy stupid. She was the only one who had almost cracked and given Magnus a name before Clary had stormed in and dragged her girlfriend away from him. She wanted the secret to be out, and Magnus was shamelessly taking advantage of it.

(He would regret it later, once he was sober and understood the consequences of asking such a private question, but for now he felt nothing but eagerness and excitement.)

“You know him too, don’t you?” He continued, urging her to break and slip and just spill the beans already. A part of him knew it was wrong, but he was drunk and slightly annoyed at all the secrets being kept from him, and he just wanted this one little thing. “You’re friends with him, and you want him to get credit for what he does. You don’t think Clary should get all of it, which is why you’re always fighting. Is that why you’re always fighting? Because you think- You think…”

“Because I think Alec should get the credit too!” Isabelle cried out, slapping her hands over her mouth as soon as the words slipped past her lips.

She looked horrified and startlingly sober for someone who had had at least four drinks since leaving the Lightwoods. And Magnus could only stare back at her with an expression of matching horror on his face. Because he hadn’t wanted Alec’s secret, no matter how curious he had been. He had wanted to ask Alec about it when he was sober and actually capable of coherent thought.

Instead, he had found out from Isabelle, her words ringing over and over again in his mind as his mind caught onto their meaning. In hindsight, he should have figured it out long ago, given all the clues he had been handed on a silver platter.

“But…” He started, words evading him as he tried to wrap his head around his boyfriend, Alexander Lightwood, being the secret designer he had been wondering about for years.

He just couldn’t see it. Alexander was wonderful; he was kind and smart and always willing to listen to Magnus no matter how long his stories were. He was a great partner, both in and out of bed, and he was the man Magnus was falling in love with one day at a time.

The secret designer, on the other hand, was a mysterious entity whom Magnus had always imagined as dark and secretive and a little rude, maybe even slightly entitled. The secret designer was great at colours, a colour genius, and would certainly know how to dress a lot better than Alexander did. And more importantly, he was a man Magnus had never imagined dating, let alone loving.

“I think- I think this is why he doesn’t like telling people,” Isabelle interrupted his thoughts, staring at him with a mix of pity and disappointment. “He doesn’t like having to explain why he doesn’t dress colourfully, and why he started designing, and how he got in the business… He doesn’t like answering all the questions. And right now, you have a lot of questions.”

“Of course I do!” Magnus exclaimed. “You just told me my boyfriend is also one of the best designers in the country! I thought he was just a CEO! Not that being a CEO is bad, but I never imagined… I don’t understand how it’s possible, Isabelle. Is that why he’s always busy?”

“Probably,” Isabelle shrugged. “He works a lot, even though he’s been doing it less now that you’re here. He and Clary used to stay at the office all the time, even to sleep and eat and live. It was a bit worrying, but they’re better now. Because of us. I think we bring them joy.”

Maybe they did, except now Magnus had gone and ruined that by making Isabelle reveal something Alec had deliberately kept hidden. Sure, Magnus didn’t quite understand why his boyfriend was ashamed of something so wonderful, but that didn’t give him the right to pry into other people’s business by tricking a drunk Isabelle into telling him things.

Now Magnus had the secret he had so desperately wanted to know, but he had a feeling it would come with far more repercussions than he was ready for.

“I have to tell Alec,” he said, standing up and swaying on his feet from the sudden movement. “I have to tell him that I know, and come clean about everything so he knows my secret too, and I should do it now.”

“No,” Isabelle shook her head. “No, no, you shouldn’t do that. It’s very late and Alec is probably sleeping and you’re very drunk. We’re both very drunk. We should go back to your apartment and sleep it off and think about this tomorrow, when we’re a little less- When we’re a little more focused. Besides, you can’t tell Alec. Not before he tells you himself.”

“What? Why?” Magnus gaped. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that hiding this from Alec would only cause more issues.

“Because I told you!” Isabelle cried out, looking desperate and a little bit broken. “Because I promised him I wouldn’t betray him by telling anyone, and I promised Clary I would stay out of it, and now I told you. If they find out, they’re never going to forgive me. It wasn’t my secret to tell.”

“Of course they’ll forgive you,” Magnus murmured reassuringly. “You did nothing wrong, Iz, you’re drunk! As long as they know that, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m the one who’s in trouble.”

“Then don’t tell them,” the brunette repeated, turning her pleading eyes on him. “Just wait for them to make a move first, alright? I’m sure you’ll agree with me tomorrow morning.”

Magnus wasn’t half as certain as Isabelle was, but he also knew she had a point. Going to Alec’s whilst drunk and telling him that his sister had told Magnus about his secret sounded like a terrible idea. He didn’t know how he would feel in the morning, but at least he would be sober, which was infinitely better than being drunk.

Sober Magnus would have never pushed Isabelle to tell him something she clearly hadn’t wanted to talk about. Sober Magnus wouldn’t have brought up a topic he knew was one of Alec’s most sensitive spots. Sober Magnus was, as a general rule, infinitely smarter than his drunk counterpart.

God, he was never drinking again.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fanfic #my writing

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watchingminecraftyansim · 5 years ago

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Post 2 - The One Where The Intro is Mystery Science Theater 3000

In the not too distant future

Next Friday A.D.

There was a gal named Isabelle

Not too different from you or me

She moderated a discord server

Just another face in a red sweatshirt

She did a good job looking over the place

But her bosses didn’t like her so they shot her into spaaace

“We’ll send her a Minecraft Roleplay”

“One from her past” (la-la-la)

“She’ll have to sit and watch them all”

“It’ll surely be a blast” (la-la-la)

Now keep in mind Izzy can control when the episodes begin and end

Because we didn’t have the budget to make her robot friends

If you’re wondering how she eats and breaths

And other science facts (la-la-la)

Then repeat to yourself “it’s just a blog,

I should really just relax…

For Watching Minecraft Yanderesim RP post twooooo~”

Hi, I’m Isabelle, but you knew that already, and we would do a proper Mystery Science Theater 3000 parody if I liked how my voice sounded, and I had proper recording software, but I don’t so let’s begin talking about episodes two and three of Samgladiator’s Minecraft Yandere Highschool.

So to start off Episode 2 Sam wakes up to the Super Smash Brothers Melee theme blasting at full volume from the Gamecubecrab he and Taurtis bought last episode. Given the fact that we haven’t seen either Sam or Taurtis shower or use deodorant, they are both well on their way to becoming true Melee players. We also learn Taurtis has been up since last night trying to get the Gamecube to work, and he doesn’t even get to play it before going to school, which a true Melee player would shirk all responsibilities and drop out of school to become a professional smash bros player, so he gets docked some Epic Gamer points for that blunder.

As Sam and Taurtis exit Sam opens their mailbox to reveal fanart they got, half of which is made by people who are actors in the series, but that’s not all too surprising as they likely used their fans as actors. This show was likely made on a budget of however much it cost to have the set built and fans will work for nothing but the opportunity to be in the same Minecraft server as the person they enjoy. I shouldn’t be talking though, I was ecstatic to get into one of RTGame’s Minecraft build days. Back on topic Taurtis and Sam head over to the convenience store and sam quickly rushes through his shopping because he doesn’t want the girls to see him and make fun of him, but he also finds cat meat, because the joke of Asian countries selling the meat of and eating domestic pets is a hilarious one, right fellas? Taurtis tries to buy the robot from the European versions of Tomodachi Life, which makes me happy, because I really enjoyed Tomodachi Life, and it’s nice to see something from it. But before we can get too far into my other trip down memory lane, this trip down memory lane interrupts it, with Sam realizing they’re going to be late if Taurtis keeps haggling with the shopkeeper for the robot he said wasn’t for sale. But despite that realization Sam and Taurtis are still late to class along with Jay, but he doesn’t get called out by teacher Gareth for being late, so… Anyways Gareth calls up Sam to tell the class about himself, and to show off the item he brought to represent himself, which is his teddy bear, Snugglemuffins, which promptly results in him being laughed at and made fun of by everyone in class, including teacher Gareth. Sam proceeds to run to another classroom crying, but is coaxed back by Gareth bribing him with 1000 Yen, or roughly 9 United States Dollars, so Sam’s bragging about getting 10 bucks wasn’t super off. Next up is Jay, who presented a katana from his katana collection, which everyone thought was cool except Yuki, who’s only comment was “Great, a weeaboo”, which you know what? Valid. Finally Taurtis presents his item, which is the Gamecube, which teacher Gareth promptly steals, robbing Taurtis of his dreams of becoming a professional Melee player, which it was never stated he had but in our hearts we all know he had. At the end teacher Gareth tells the students their assignment is to sell as many cookies as they can and to take some from the chest at the front of class “Just like my wife took everything from me”.

The boys then head down to get lunch, and Sam, Taurtis, and Jay sit together, and Jay lets Sam play with his katana, where Sam promptly cuts someone with it. Oops. We then overhear the girls making fun of Sam, so Sam sends over Taurtis to talk him up, and on his first attempt he freaks out and runs away, and I’m not gonna criticize him, given the fact that I would have definitely done worse in that situation, being unable to think of what to say and just resorting to some stupid shit like “You got Fortnite on your phone?”. His second attempt goes better, where he then proceeds to shit talk Sam with the girls, saying he was raised by bunnies, and he gets Jay to join in on the fun. This eventually leads to Sam getting mad and wanting to impress Taurtis by saying Sookie is his Girlfriend, Taurtis proceeds to try and win Sookie over, not realizing Sam was lying and setting up a love triangle that I’m sure is going to go well for everyone involved. Shortly after this the bell rings and it is time for Gym class, where we see Rowan wearing nothing, save for a VERY small speedo, which, when we first see him, is covered by his desk. Making it look like he’s ass naked. He then has everyone stretch, and then head out to the pool, since they are going to be doing diving and laps for that day. Everyone then proceeds to get changed into their swimsuits and that is where episode 2 ends.

Episode three then starts with Sam, Taurtis and everyone else changed into their swimsuits, Sam’s is nothing special but Taurtis’ is just like Rowan’s except he has water wings on. The girl’s swimsuits are thankfully not revealing, being a one piece suit, but they aren’t as diverse as the boy’s swimsuits. Except for one student, HiddenSentinels forgot to bring his swimsuit so he is instead sent to clean Rowan’s car. Rowan starts with making them do dives, Sam jumps in and gets his teddy bear wet so he asks Rowan to hold onto it so it doesn’t get more wet, where Rowan proceeds to yeet that motherfucker over the fence. This causes some of the students to feel bad for Sam, as you probably would, at this point Sam, while he’s been a bit of an asshole, hasn’t done anything too horrible. Sookie also mentions that she doesn’t like the water, which brings me to a question, what is Sookie? Is she a human, she has hair. But humans aren’t traditionally green, as far as I know, and are usually fine with water. This comment makes me think she’s water soluble, sort of, but that’s a question for another time. Rowan then gets the students to start doing laps around the pool, and during that exercise one of the students, PowerDragon starts to drown despite having floaties on, and Sam and Taurtis save him, sort of making fun of him for managing to drown with floaties on. Sam has, what we in the business call, a VERY GOOD IDEA, if he pretends to drown, the girls will feel bad for him, save him, and he might even get mouth to mouth from a pretty girl. So he fake drowns next to SirCutieYuki, gets saved by Invader, the girl with the beard for those of you who forgot, and told by SoulOwl to “just swim you nerd”, which, that’s fair. Sam gets mouth to mouth because he is freaked out by girl beard touching him. We have truly entered the comedy area.

Rowan then has the class move onto the high dive, and between being scared of the high dive, him being kissed by a girl with a beard, and people taking pictures of him after that, Sam runs to get his teddy bear on the other side of the fence, and it is gone, and Sam is upset for all of five seconds before moving on. Sam then returns to the pool and Rowan demonstrates the high dive while staring directly at Sam on his way down. The high drive is by my count is 26 meters high, or roughly 85 feet for us Americans (or Liberians or Myanmarese), which has to be some kind of safety violation, since the pool is only 3 meters deep. Taurtis and the rest of the class, sans Sam, start lining up to do the dive, with Sam opting to go last. Teacher Gareth tells Taurtis that he hopes he falls before he dives, but thankfully for everyone who likes Taurtis he doesn’t eat shit on the pavement after falling 85 feet from the air, and instead lands safely in the pool. Albeit with Rowan berating them for their lack of form. Sam finally does his dive off of the diving board, even though he had to be pushed off of the top of the diving board after he got to the top, and we got to see the whole city, including the unfinished flattened bit we weren’t supposed to. When he gets down we see that teacher Gareth has decided to get in on the high diving fun, fully clothed. This reminds Sam that he and Taurtis should be selling cookies, and he proceeds to try and sell them to Rowan, who shouts that they have empty carbs and yeeted that shit over the fence. While this is happening SoulOwl starts molting in the water, on account of being an owl in water. Between this, Sookie possibly being water soluble, and one student nearly drowning, I’m starting to feel that this swimming exercise might have been ill conceived. After Sookie heads off to take Soul to the nurse Invader tries to sell Rowan some cookies, claiming they have steroids in them, this causes Rowan to start punching her and throwing her cookies into the pool, teacher of the year 2015. At the same time Sam tries to sell cookies to Yuki, who will only buy them if they are from Taurtis, which Taurtis says they are, and he takes all the money, not even giving sam commission for selling the cookies, and then the bell rings, leading to everyone heading home in their swimsuits and Rowan saying that he will take care of their clothes for them.

As everyone is heading home then see that Jay has a fucking boat the size of the school’s pool, Sam and Taurtis ask about how he got so rich, with Sam commenting on the fact that Jay might be an entrepenur, and Jay saying “That’s a secret”, thus smashing my headcannon that Jay recieved all of his money from Kevin O’Leary, from the hit ABC show, Shark Tank. They then see SoulOwl and Sookie, and Sam sends Taurtis to talk to them to see how Soul is doing because he is too shy to talk to her himself. Sam also says that her molting sounds gross, but for Taurtis not to tell her that he said that, with Taurtis pointing out they weren’t super far away from him, and that Sookie and Soul could hear him too, and SoulOwl promptly getting mad at Sam, causing him and Taurtis to flee, when they go past the confiscated items box, where we see their GameCube and a copy of Super Smash Bros Melee. The boys then see Jay has a wrench and ask him to help them break into the office and help them get their GameCube back, because no series is complete without a little breaking and entering. Following their heist the gang heads to the convenience store with Jay to haggle for the robot once again, and the shop owner once again refuses, even after Jay showers him with money, stating it is a priceless family heirloom, Taurtis does however manage to successfully unload all of his cookies onto the shopkeeper, Sam is successful when he tries the same thing, instead Jay offers to buy them, and sam does, stating Jay is the best friend ever because of his money, and inviting him over to play Smash Brothers. Taurtis suggests inviting Invader over as well, because she developed a crush on Sam after giving him mouth to mouth I guess. Sam however declines because she has a beard and that’s gross, Invader however is more than pleased to come along, and does, despite Sam being a real asshole. When they get home however it is revealed that someone has there Teletubbies DVDs, and leaving off on that epic cliffhanger you’ll just have to wait until next week to find out what happens next. Or just watch the next episode before me, I’m a gal who makes terrible decisions, not a cop.

Before we end this post however, I would like to say one thing, Yuki is bi. Why do I say this you may ask, it’s simple, I have evidence, what evidence you may ask? Why, it’s simple

-I feel like it

-It’s my blog and I get to make the LGBTQ+ head cannons

-I can do what I want

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and I’ll see you twice next week as the internet has decided on two smaller posts a week rather than one big one a week.

#samgladiator #taurtis

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 38: The Sports Festival Part 11: End Credits

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

Katsumi stared dumbly at the scene before them, several long seconds passing before she’s able to process what she’s seen, even with the rest of her class going wild around her. Going wild might actually have been putting it mildly. Especially where Loud Kid was concerned. She’d be surprised if Bird Girl, sitting next to him, didn’t have some hearing damage after they’d watched Toshi and the Newb fight.

Toshi and the Moth Girl in third (and the memory of the Moth Girl kicking the crap out of Shiro Monoma was something she was really going to savor), the Horse Girl in second, and the Newb in first place. What was the world coming to?!

She would, if forced to admit it, confess that the Newb had actually fought hard. He’d gone full out using his Quirk, never hesitating, even against Izzy, which was something she’d struggled with. Katsuimi hated to admit it, but she’d probably have been hard pressed to defend against his speed and range. The Horse Girl, though, she couldn’t believe she’d made it that far. Especially since she’d won her first match by pissing off her opponent. It wasn’t a completely unviable strategy, but the way she’d gone about it just made Katsumi’s skin crawl.

“Quite the sweep for our class, isn’t it?” Izzy asked.

Katsumi nodded. “You sorry it ain’t you down there? You nearly beat the Newb and I know you coulda taken Horse Girl and Moth Girl. Probably Toshi too.”

Izzy smiled and just shook her head. “Perhaps. I pushed myself harder than I ever had before and did not completely succumb. I am quite happy with that.” She gave Katsuki a playful nudge. “As for winning against them, it is difficult to say, though not completely unlikely. I did beat you, after all.”

Katsumi stared at her for a moment, then broke into a laugh. “That sense of humor you’re developing needs some work, Izz. That definitely wasn’t funny.”

“It was a little funny,” Izzy said.

“It was a little funny,” Katsumi conceded.

Izzy regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. “And what about you? I was your first opponent and I defeated you. Do you regret that you did not make it farther?”

Izzy always was one for the hard hitting questions. She knew how much winning in general meant to Katsumi and knew that she’d been the direct cause of her loss. It wasn’t an apology—Katsumi neither expected nor wanted one—but it was an acknowledgement of what had happened.

“I ain’t embarrassed I lost, if that’s what you’re asking,” Katsumi replied. She ran her left thumb over the knuckles of her right hand, still sore from where she’d punched Izzy’s ice wall. “Considering I was going to throw it all away before you talked me into fighting, I’m happy to have made any kind of mark at all. Can’t even say I’m disappointed. You put up one hell of a fight. Just… motivated for the next time around.”

Izzy seemed satisfied with that and nodded. “Of course, you do realize I will be equally motivated.”

A smile worked its way across Katsumi’s face. “Then we’ll just have to get stronger together, won’t we?”

Another nod. “And then I can look forward to kicking your ass again.”

Katsumi felt her eyes go wide. “Who the hell’s been coaching you in telling jokes? Is it Sparky and Horse Girl? Or Ghosty and her gang of idiots?”

Izzy looked confused, exaggerated, faked confusion. “Joke?”

“I really gotta stop underestimating you.”

***

On the third place platform, Toshi gave Kocho a reassuring grin. The moth-girl from General Studies seemed down, even though she’d placed. He could understand that, he supposed. The General Studies students who made it to the Tournament always fought hard and any defeat had to be heartbreaking. But she should have been proud of her accomplishments too.

“You did great,” he said. “Almost a new record. Except for that one year, you did better than anyone else in General Studies.”

She did smile a little bit. “I know,” she said. “Keep telling myself that. Still…”

“You really wanted to win,” Toshi said.

“I really wanted to win,” she agreed.

“Always next year,” he said. The competition in the Second Year Sports Festival was way more intense than the First Year. It was extremely uncommon for anyone outside of the Hero Courses to get past the first stage, let alone place. But considering how well she’d done…

“Maybe,” Kocho said. “Think I impressed anyone enough?”

“Could be?” Toshi replied, which wasn’t nearly as reassuring as he’d hoped he’d be. “I could quote you all kinds of statistics, talk about the people who’ve made the jump over the years, but really, it all really depends on what the teachers and staff see in you. But you fought hard. Smart too. I’m rooting for you!”

That did get another small smile out of her. Maybe that was enough. Not exactly the heroic victory Toshi had been hoping for, but he’d done what he could.

“All right, folks, let’s give a big hand to our winners! And here to present their medals, former Number One Hero, All Might!”

Grandpa Might’s entrances weren’t quite as dramatic as they might have been in the old days, and he was no longer quite as muscular as he had once been (though far more healthy than he had been prior to Aunt Eri restoring his health) but he was still a large, fit man, and today he wore a version of his old blue, red, white, and yellow costume, tailored to fit. His trademark smile was on his face and Toshi could easily tell it reached his eyes. In point of fact, Grandpa Might seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement and grandfatherly pride.

“In Third Place,” Present Mic announced, “Koharu Kocho and Toshinori Midoriya!”

Grandpa Might took a moment to steady himself before he approached the platform, first slipping a Bronze Medal over Kocho’s head. “Young Kocho,” Grandpa Might said, “you showed significant skill and courage today. A credit to yourself and your class.”

His grin grew broader and he embraced her, causing her dark eyes to go wide with surprise. Grandpa Might was still an incredibly affectionate man. “I think we’ll be seeing great things from you,” he told her.

Grandpa Might turned his attention to Toshi. “And Young Grandson!” Toshi thought his face was going to split wide open from the grin. “Your grandmother and I could not be prouder of you! You’ve done us all proud! Your dedication to your classmates, your dedication to going Plus Ultra… You are an example to us all!”

Toshi was pretty sure Grandpa Might was going to cry, but he held it in as he placed the medal over Toshi’s head, then hugged him tight.

“Grandpa… Might…” Toshi squeaked. “Can’t… breathe…!”

Grandpa Might released him quickly, then rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Ah, sorry, sorry!” he babbled. “I got a bit carried away there!”

“All right! Let’s give another round of applause for our Third Place finishers!” Present Mic announced and the crowd went wild.

“They’re cheering,” Kocho said, eyes wide with wonder. “They’re really cheering… for me…?”

“For you,” Toshi assured her. “For both of us. People love a winner, one way or the other.”

He knew he had a lot to live up to. His grandfather was one of the greatest Heroes of all time. His dad was well on his way to matching that, if he hadn’t already. His mom was an incredible Hero in her own right. Grandma Inko, Grandma Yua, and Grandpa Hideki were all incredible people too. It would take a long time for him to reach their levels. But today felt like a pretty good start.

***

On the Third Place platform, Midoriya and Kocho looked proud and pensive, respectfully. Up on the First Place platform, Haimawari looked nervous as hell, shaking like a leaf, an expression of confused awe on his face. As for Mika…

Finally, she thought, the respect I so clearly deserve.

She already knew what her classmates thought of her. Oh, for sure, Chihiro and Akaya were her friends, and so were many of the students in 1-B, like Kana, Anime, and Shiro. But she also knew that people like Aoyama and Shoji dismissed her as trouble and that Kirishima-Bakugo threatened her with violence on a regular basis. Mika was even well aware of the fact that most of the school considered her to be a perverted joke. Word got around, after all. And she would proudly embrace “pervert.” But joke? Never.

Maybe, just maybe, a few more people would start taking her more seriously after this. Of course, if that meant she had to actually start acting more seriously, than forget it. There were too many super attractive people in this school to give up on trying to get with as many of them as she possibly could before graduation (This would probably one day include sex, but for right now, she’s settle for making out and some fondling. Her or them. She wasn’t picky.).

Hell, she’d be surprised if she didn’t have a dozen plus new admirers after today. Nothing sexier than a girl who could kick ass. She should probably send the vampire girl, Kan, a gift basket or something though. She’d gotten the better of her through the utmost use of her provocation skills. That was rough. She’d do it again in a heartbeat, and it would probably be great against villains, but she also might well have cost Kan some internship opportunities by making her lose her cool like that.

Blood oranges, maybe? Or was that too much of a joke?

She was also, if truth be told, more than a little worried about the possibility that Daddy had seen way too much of her fights, especially her first one. It might have finally irrevocability shattered his perception of her as his innocent little girl. He was supposed to be working today, but if he saw the highlights or something…

He might also try to kill Haimawari. He’d gotten to full on second base with that last “shove” that had sent her out of the ring. Which would be a shame, to kill somebody with an ass like that. Of course, Kana was interested in him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look at the menu.

“And in second place,” came the voice of Present Mic, “Mika Mineta!”

“Young Mineta,” All Might said, as he approached. He seemed to be weighing his next words carefully. Probably trying to decide whether or not to lecture her. Adults did that a lot. “You utilized all the skills at your disposal, even if some of them were rather… unconventional. Take pride in that! A Hero must be willing to use all their skills, no matter how diverse! Still, a Hero must also be mindful of their image as well! It is a balancing act.”

With that, he slipped the Silver Medal over her head, deftly managing not to get it tangled in her horns, which was an impressive feet. After that, he gave her a brief hug.

As the crowd applauded again, Mika grinned. Second Place. Not bad, not bad at all. And Kirishima-Bakugo was sure to be furious about it… which made it all the sweeter.

***

First Place. He’d won the Sports Festival. He’d won fights against people demonstrably more powerful than him, like Izumi and Midoriya. All this time, ever since he’d gotten his acceptance letter, Isamu had questioned whether or not he had what it took to be a Hero, whether or not he even belonged in U.A. When he’d found out he was in a class with nothing but the children of Pro-Heroes, several of them the children of Top Ten Heroes, that feeling of unworthiness had only sunk in further.

But since coming to U.A., he’d made friends, learned new skills, and pushed himself harder than he’d ever pushed before. Midoriya, Izumi, Shota… all his friends believed in him. And not one of them had treated him like he wasn’t worthy of a place at U.A., no matter his pedigree.

And now he’d won the whole damn Sports Festival. And for once, he actually believed that it was really happening to him and wasn’t just part of his coma dream theory. When they were gathering them up for the closing ceremony, he’d briefly mentioned to Midoriya that he couldn’t believe he’d made it this far. But then Midoriya had something that had really stuck with him, crashed right through the self-deprecating cloud he’d been living in.

Midoriya had said that he had to believe it, or else he was just making the efforts of everybody who’d been competing and fighting against him worthless. He’d said that they deserved to have their efforts recognized, not just dismissed as some kind of dream. It was about respect, Midoriya had told him.

And Isamu had realized he was right. He’d been so caught up with his own issues, that he hadn’t stopped to think about how that might have been framing everyone else’s efforts. He respected all of them—even Mineta—too much to do that.

“And now,” Present Mic announced, “your First Place finisher and new Sports Festival Champion… Isamu Haimawari!”

And then there was All Might before him, Gold Medal in hand. He’d almost gotten used to having one of the greatest Heroes in the world as his teacher, but had not had a lot of close-up, one-on-one time with the man. He’s not intimidated, not exactly, the man’s too friendly, too smiley, to really be intimidating. But All Might is still an incredible presence, a reminder of how far he has to go and what he might someday be.

“Young Haimawari,” All Might intoned, giving him that famous grin. “Today, you displayed amazing skill and ability. You’ve taken a major step on the road to becoming a Hero! Whatever doubts you may have, know that while your doubts keep you humble, they can also hold you back. Use this victory as your springboard to self-confidence! And know that we are all quite proud of you!”

With that, he slipped the medal over Isamu’s head, then hugged him. Isamu was taller than average, but All Might dwarfed him easily, leaving his head pressed against the man’s muscles. Fortunately, he survived the hug with nothing crushed.

His parents believed in him. His friends believed in him. All Might, the greatest Hero of any generation, believed in him.

Maybe Midoriya was right. The time for moping and self-doubt was over. He’d earned this. He could take pride in it. He could use this to motivate himself, to be the best that he could be. His confidence issues weren’t going anywhere any time soon. But he also felt more at ease than he had in a long time. A competition stocked to the gills with the children of Pro Heroes and the winner was him. As far as the public knew, a total newcomer to the Hero scene, and known only to him, the son of two very skilled, though long-retired Vigilantes. Mister Aizawa had been right… this truly was anyone’s game.

And it was his.

“And that’s our winner, folks! Let’s show all our winners, and all our competitors, just how much we appreciate all of them! They all went beyond! PLUSSSSSSSS ULTRAAAAA!”

“Hn. Do you have to yell so loud? You’ve already got the microphone.”

***

With two days off before they had to be back in class and permission to go home, Isamu walked the streets of Naruhata for the first time since he’d started U.A. The moment he’d stepped off the train, he’d felt more relaxed. This was his home turf, the place where he belonged.

People on the train had recognized him as the guy who’d won the Sports Festival. He’d had total strangers congratulating him and more than a few teenage girls trying to flirt with him. That had been a little awkward. But he’d managed.

Now, back in his own neighborhood, it was familiar faces that congratulated him, names that came easily to his lips. And finally, his steps carried him to what he always considered sacred ground, The Nice Guy Convenience Store, the convenience store owned by his father, Koichi Haimawari. It was the place where he offered up convenient foods and goods at reasonable prices, but also where he held court and listened to the problems of the people in the neighborhood. That Dad had been the Vigilante known as the Crawler was an open secret here, and the people of Naruhata looked after their own and kept it from outside ears and eyes. But if you had a problem, then it was well known the elder Haimawari would do everything in his power to help you. He’d made a lot of friends over the years, knew the right calls to make, the right favors to call on. Even though he had long been sidelined from being a Vigilante, he was still helping people.

Helping people, he had taught Isamu, was the absolute best thing a person could do in this world, Hero or not.

Isamu stepped towards the store, the automatic doors parting for him with a small whoosh. “He is the man who won the Sports Festival!” came a voice from the counter. “My son!”

He felt his face redden. “Daaaad,” Isamu wailed. “You’re being all dramatic again.”

Dad stepped out from around the counter, slow, careful steps that kept him from aggravating his bad leg. “Can’t blame a dad for being proud, kid.”

“Give your old man a break,” another voice said, gruff and growly, but warm and touched with pride of its own.

A second voice, tense and reedy, added, “He’s had the Sports Festival on all day. Been glued to the highlights and post-game ever since.”

The voices in question belonged to a short, stocky man with thick muttonchops and hair that came to a point, and to a tall, slim man wearing red-tinged glasses. They were as familiar a sight to Isamu as anyone, longtime friends of the family from his parents Vigilante days.

“Uncle Jube! Uncle Ichimoku! I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

Uncle Jube laughed at that. “Wouldn’t have missed it, kid. Besides, somebody had to keep any eye on the place while your old man was glued to the TV.”

Uncle Ichimoku pushed his glasses up on his nose. “You did great, Isamu. Fushichou said to tell you she’s proud of you.”

Fushichou was Uncle Ichimoku’s daughter, with a telekinetic Quirk. Together with Uncle Jube’s daughter Mujina, who had a Quirk that gave her double-wooden knives in her hands, they too were familiar and friendly presences in his life, despite being several years older than him. He’d harbored a bit of a crush on Mujina at one point, actually. They’d both gone to other Hero schools, but had encouraged him to try out for U.A.

He was glad he’d listened.

“Where’s Mom?” he asked.

“If I know your mother, she’s already put together a surprise party for you,” Dad said. He hesitated, then added, “…Well, she’s probably gone out and picked up a cake. …She’s probably raided the freezer for ice cream. …If we leave now, there might still be some for us.”

Isamu had to laugh at that. It was certainly an accurate description of his mom. Planning and organization were not exactly her strong suits. Her desk in her office looked like a paper bomb had gone off in it and she was perpetually up against the wall on her deadlines.

“You okay closing up early?” he asked his dad.

“Sure,” Dad said. “Benefits of owning the place. People will understand.”

Dad gave him another look over, a faraway look in his eyes.

“You, ah, you okay, Dad?” he asked.

“Just… so proud of you,” Dad said. “I’m proud of the work me and your mom did. We helped a lot of people. Maybe even helped save the city once. Small works do wonders and I was proud to be a friendly neighborhood Vigilante. But you… you’re going to be truly spectacular, amazing, sensational… and a whole bunch of adjectives I haven’t even thought of yet.”

“Daaad,” Isamu wailed again. “Don’t be so mushy, okay?” But he was smiling.

Dad went on, “So. Any idea what Heroes might try scouting you?”

…He hadn’t thought about that!

#my hero academia #their hero academia #toshi midoriya #koichi haimawari #katsumi kirishima-bakugo #izumi todoroki #isamu haimawari

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kaiofmotunui · 5 years ago

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Cups & Cakes | TIKAI

Who: @tiaisms & @kaiofmotunui

When: Tuesday, August 13th

Where: Alice’s Eat Me Bakery

What: While on an outing to obtain some sweets, Kai runs into his ex girlfriend at Alice’s, which is great because he has some pressing questions to ask.

Kai had walked into Alice's, grabbing a box of pastries for his movie night with friends in a makeshift attempt to make his summer less painfully dull. After that @ pack party, there was really no opportunity for him to perform, and he hadn't been particularly inspired in his music anyway. So Kai had decided to take some time off from that and just focus on his surroundings. He'd taken up a job at the water park just to have something to do, and on his off days, made plans with Ariana and whoever else. As he waited for his order to be ready, he noticed familiar blonde hair walk into the bakery. He hadn't seen Tia since the not-wedding, and hadn't really spoken to her since they'd both become single at the same time. So, naturally, this was...awkward. That didn't stop him from raising a hand to her and shouting, "Hey! Tw.....ia." He shook his head and closed his eyes, prepared to explain: "I started to say Twinkle and then corrected myself halfway through. I know your name is not Twia."

Tia wasn't really much of an alice's eater. Usually she just liked to make her own things or buy them from Tiana's, but after being stood up by the super dreamy prince Leo, she decided she was far too cute to just go home and instead chose to treat herself with a cupcake while she considered ways to lure Izzie out of her gross little love bubble to go shopping or something with her. Tia was wrapped up in wondering if Izzie would fall for fake tears, when she suddenly heard Kai's voice greeting a...Twia. Tia looked behind her, wondering who the heck Twia was, when Kai quickly corrected himself. Scrunching up her nose in an attempt not to giggle, Tia flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked closer to Kai rather than to where she was supposed to put in her order. "After how many years, I'd be so sad for you if you thought my name was Twia...And for me, if Twinkle wasn't bad enough, Twia is definitely a bazillion times worse."

Kai chuckled, before realizing exactly what she'd said. He quirked a brow. "Twinkle was never bad! It's a great nickname. As a nickname, it ticks all of the boxes -- it goes with the first initial of your name, it's based off of an online username you actually had, and it's cute!" He rambled on, before clearing his throat and realizing he'd been going on defending a nickname that he'd already decided to bury. He crossed his arms in an attempt to remain 'cool' and shrugged. "I didn't know you had a problem with Twinkle, that's all."

Tia rolled her eyes and let out a quiet laugh. "I don't have a problem with Twinkle really. Sometimes it was really cute. But other times it sounds like tinkle. And that's a little less cute." Cupping her hands around the sides of her mouth like a child telling a secret, Tia leaned in and stage whispered, "Tinkle is pee." Before straightening back up and holding her hands together behind her back. "Also that username was Sparkle. Sparkle and twinkle are totally different. "

Kai rolled his eyes, laughing. "I know what tinkle is," he nodded with a grin, wondering if Tia really thought she needed to elaborate on that for him. "How are sparkle and twinkle different?" He furrowed his brow. "Wait, let me guess -- diamonds sparkle and stars twinkle?" he teased. The Alice's employee let him know that his order was ready, and Kai was able to take the box of treats from the counter without breaking eye contact with Tia.

Tia shrugged simply. "You never know what people don't know, okay? Everyone has different words for things!" She defended, at a school with people from all different kinds of cultures and euphemisms, it was hard for her to sometimes keep track of who would know about what things. Tia opened her mouth to explain the difference between sparkle and twinkle but shut it just as fast when Kai answered his own question, exactly the way she would've said it. "That's exactly it!" She said, unable to stop a fond grin from spreading across her cheeks. Instead she broke eye contact with Kai and looked down at the box in his hands. "So, what'd you get? I like, never come here, so I have absolutely no idea what's good."

Kai chuckled, shaking his head. Classic Tia. Somehow, after all they'd gone through, they both managed to not change. Well...not mentally, anyway. He couldn't help but notice the two new additions right in the middle of the girl's one-flatter chest, but obviously it wasn't okay to comment on that so he just answered her question. "I got some cupcakes. I'm hanging out with Ari later and we needed some snackage...But -- " he looked over his shoulder at the empty two-person table behind them. Why was he doing this? Was he stupid? Maybe. "-- there's like six in here. We could spare one if you'd like to...share it with me so you can see if they make good cupcakes." He shrugged as if this was just an innocent suggestion.

Tia knew it was probably not in her or Kai's best interest to take him up on his offer to share a cupcake. After all, they both knew full well that she'd tasted the cupcakes from Alice's before, he'd bought them for her after all. And as far as Tia remembered, they really weren't special enough that she'd actually need to test another one to make up her mind. But Tia wasn't notoriously stupid because of her excellent decision making after all. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd love to share one with you. You have the best taste out of anyone I know, so I'm sure you must've picked out their best ones."

Kai raised his brows as he moved backward into the small steel table and chairs. "Me? The best taste out of anyone? I'm wearing flip flops right now, don't lie," he joked as he opened up the Alice's box. "Alright, we've got some chocolate on chocolate, some funfetti, and some salted caramel. Take your pick." He scooted the box closer to Tia, still getting distracted by her chest and his overwhelming desire to ask about it, but kept mum.

Tia looked down at Kai's flip flops and started to grimace, before holding up one finger as she cut her own reaction off. "Tiana 2.0 is way more chill about style and does not think those are as highkey tacky as I would've a few months ago. So it's not even a lie, ha!" Tia said fake serenely, as she sat down at the table and looked over the cupcakes in the box before pulling one out. "This one is the cutest so I think that means we should do funfetti."

Kai smirked. "Wow. Tiana 2.0 is really a changed woman." He grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his shorts, trying not to let his gaze soften too much toward her. Even if she had changed as much as she claimed, getting back together would. Not. Be. An. Option. He had to get that out of his dumb little brain. He nodded, glad she'd chosen the funfetti because that was the one he had been eyeing. "Alright, funfetti it is." He lifted it out of the box and took a knife to slice it down the middle. Well..almost. "Well one of these is clearly bigger, so I offer it to you." He held the bigger half out to Tia from across the table.

Tia flipped her hair, dramatically giving herself fake props. "I know right? We stan eeveelution." Tia jokingly bounced in her seat like an overexcited kid as Kai sliced the cupcake mostly in half. Only to make a face as he offered her the bigger half. Even though she had fully been planning on buying one to shove down her face in it's entirety and probably would've picked the big one if given the choice, being offered the biggest half felt totally offensive. So putting on her most polite face, Tia put her hand up blocking the cupcake half. "Bless your heart, Sugar. I couldn't possibly take that one. It is your cupcake and I absolutely insist you get the bigger half."

Kai rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Fine. Here." He switched the two halves and held the smaller half out to Tia.

Tia giggled smugly at how Kai didn't even begin to argue or even look annoyed, before leaning in to take a bite out of the offered cupcake half in his hand. It probably wasn't how Kai had meant for her to try the cupcake, but like, they were friends, super-platonic-never-gonna-happen-again-totes-caz-buddies type friends, and friends totally ate from each other's hands like a little blonde pony all the time! "Oh my gosh." She sighed happily, rolling her eyes back as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, despite the fact that it very much was not, after chewing and swallowing her first bite. "That was so yummy! Wow!"

Kai tried not to let the shock show on his face when Tia just bit the cupcake right there out of his hand. Licking the frosting off of his finger afterward became a very...charged action in his brain because of that. "Well now I've definitely gotta try it after such rave reviews. But it's only fair that I get the princess treatment too." He leaned forward and closed his eyes, letting his jaw drop open for Tia to reciprocate the act. "Aaah," he hummed comically.

Tia instantly regretted her actions as Kai licked the left over icing on his finger. She had no idea if she wanted to lick his finger herself or be the icing, either way it was deeply upsetting to watch. She crossed her legs and tried very hard not to move her face as Kai kept talking like that didn't just happen. Tia rolled her eyes good naturedly and picked up the other half of the cupcake from Kai's side of the table and very delicately shoved the entire half of the cupcake into Kai's mouth. "Here ya go, your majesty!" She laughed, way too pleased with herself as she used her own finger to collect the icing she'd smeared along Kai's top lip before putting it into her own mouth. "What's up with this icing by the way? It's easily the best thing about the cupcake."

Kai , like a dog lapping up peanut butter, chomped down on the whole cupcake half that was way too big for one bite, with attempted grace. He noticed Tia scoop the icing off of his lip and place it on her tongue, and felt his shoulders slump just a little bit with the longing of what they used to have. That used to be such a natural motion -- feeding each other food, laughing over cupcakes...And the worst part was, it was still natural. It just came with guilt now. "Well it's the best part of any cupcake! Though Alice's knows their icing, I'll tell you that much." He sighed, crossing his arms in front of him on the table. "Tia, feel free to slap me square across the face for even daring to bring this up, but it's eating me alive -- what did you do to your..." He vaguely gestured to his own chest, indicating what he was talking about.

Tia: made a face at Kai's statement and shook her head. "Nuh uh, it's totally the cake part. That's why they're called cup cakes and not icing'n'friends or something." She jokingly argued, picking up a napkin to wipe the rest of the icing off of her fingers. Tia had already started thinking up reasons for why she was totally right about the cake being the best part of a cupcake when Kai surprised her by changing the subject to her chest. Glancing down at herself in confusion and then looking back at Kai, Tia chose to play dumb. "To my skin? I got a tan. Duh. All the fun things during summer are outside, so it's kind of hard not to get one."

Kai rolled his eyes before leaning in with a sigh. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I don't have to know anything -- I'm just making sure you're alright." He shrugged. Wearing jeans, hooking up with women, and now a boob job that she wasn't admitting to? Maybe this was some kind of liberation or maybe it was a mental breakdown. "You'd tell me if you weren't alright, right?" He shrugged, leaning back.

Tia rolled her eyes right back at Kai and let out a huffy breath. "I feel like, it's pretty obvious what I did to my chest, Aukai. I just don't think I need to fully spell it out in the middle of a bakery." She replied, making sure every single syllable that left her mouth had 'duh' wrapped all over it. But Kai still wondering about her wellbeing was too nice to not warrant a small smile from her. "You know how I am, of course not. I am actually alright though...swearsies. I just wanted a change that didn't involve trying out things I hate."

Kai nodded, surrendering with arms up. "Okay! That's all I needed to hear," he shrugged. When she swore that she was alright he nodded again, closing his box of cupcakes so they wouldn't sit there for hours munching on the treats meant for him and Ariana, because he knew they would. It was too #Tikai of them to just sit in a bakery eating sweets and talking about boob jobs. "Cool. I'm glad you're doing some things for yourself, then. Self-care and all of that." He sighed, knowing their conversation was coming to an end, but deep down knowing he didn't want it to.

Tia took Kai's remembering the rest of his cupcakes as a pretty clear sign that their conversation was coming to a close and brushed imaginary crumbs from her lap. "Same, being super single is like the best thing that ever happened to me. Even being stood up turned out pretty well since we wouldn't have gotten to hang out like this if I was busy with Leo Fitzherbert." Tia said, reaching out to put her hand on top of one of Kai's, the cherry on top of making sure that Kai knew that she was a) still single, b) still dating, c) still hot and cute enough to be asked out by princes (even if they did also stand her up) and most importantly d) still loved spending time with him no matter what. "We should do this again sometime? 'Cept, next time I'll bake and we won't be stealing from your Ariana stash, kay?" Moving her hand away as quickly as she put it on Kai's, Tia stood up to go

Kai raised his brows. She hadn't mentioned being stood up. "You got stood up by Leo Fitzherbert?" He queried, wondering what kind of nerve that tall hairy guy had to stand her up like that. Then he wondered what she was even doing trying to date that asshole in the first place. But before he could ask any more questions, her hand was on top of his and he instinctively cupped it in his own, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "We totally should. But hey -- " He stood up behind her, box in hand, and gave her a shrug. "-- If any princes ever stand you up again just call me and I'll teach them a lesson. Cause boy, are they missing out," he grinned earnestly.

Tia shrugged. "It happens. Not to me usually, but it's whateves." She said, not exactly interested in dwelling on it for longer than the 5 seconds it took to say so. "I'll totes keep that in mind, but let's be real. This is def the first and last time I'll ever get stood up. But you're too sweet to offer" Tia giggled, bouncing up onto her toes to peck Kai lightly on the cheek before leaving Alice's, the idea of buying her own cupcake completely out of her mind as she scurried off in the direction of Izzie cottage, praying to God her bestie wasn't busy in her super annoying "love bubble".

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jcmorgenstern · 6 years ago

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3x14 Review

Hey so for once this is actually super positive! I loved this episode and can’t wait to gush about it! So without further ado, I’m gonna get the stuff I quibbled with outta the way before diving into what I liked:

The Bad: — I think my biggest problem overall was that scene between Alec and Lorenzo. I understand Alec was being protective and he goes into Fierce Mommy Tiger mode around those he considers family and those he loves (I think it’s important to show that Magnus isn’t just his boyfriend, Magnus has become integrated into the thing Alec bases his life around). But I had hoped Alec would have figured out by now that a Nephilim threatening to depose a Downward leader over an apartment is…..unideal, at least. — I get that this may have been designed as a plot hook as an understandable yet stupid thing Alec does that comes back to bite him later (i.e., if there is a Downward civil war in New York, and Lorenzo decides to fuck Alec over). Alec’s strength and weaknesses are tied to his family, and I think it’s a very believable mistake for him to make. I don’t expect him to be perfect, I just hope the narrative treats his threat to Lorenzo as less of a “pure uwu cutesy bf” move and more of a mistake, even if Lorenzo is being cruel to Magnus. — Honestly y’all I expected something WAY worse. Losing the apartment was nothing compared to the drama I expected—I thought Lorenzo was gonna ask Magnus to spy on Alec or go back to Asmodeus or something awful. Thankfully that was inverted by a very obvious attempt to get Magnus to move in with Alec, because apparently he can’t buy a new house with all his money. — I also quibbled a little with how Clary was written, especially in that scene where Jace comforts her (or, really, when Jace makes what happened to her about him and how angry he is and how he’s going to kill Jonathan etc. It’s a pattern with him, esp where Jonathan is involved, and I have more to say about it). Clary has always been a very temperamental, look before you leap sort of person, and I’m not sure that if she figured out Jonathan had hurt Jace she would just smile and pretend along. Clary would FREAK. This is Jocelyn’s daughter, y’all. The knives would be out. She stabbed herself to stab him before and she’d do it again. She has ALL the tools at her disposal to rune him or run away. — To be clear, I’m not shaming Clary for what she chose to do or not confronting a violently entitled dude who kidnapped her once already, I just felt the arc was artificially extended to let Jace be the hero instead of letting Clary kick Jonathan’s ass off a pier and rune him. There’s no way that bitch can swim. It seemed kind of….not how Clary would react and kind of artificially done for Jace and Jonathan’s benefit. — Last thing, which isn’t even a quibble but I feel people will be confused if it’s not on here: the Maia and Jordan thing. I’ll go into it more but basically: if they’re doing what I think, I think it worked shockingly well, but if it’s played straight yeah it’ll be Unfortunate.

The Good: — I’m just gonna come out and say this episode was AMAZING. Since this is mostly a positive review I’d like to credit the writer specifically—Zoe Broad. Honestly just the overall coherence of this episode was greater than any of the ones in S3 for me, it flowed from one scene to the other and there was no point where I had the urge to check Facebook or whatever. The dialogue was pretty good overall and truly amazing at parts, and I felt she had a pretty good handle on the characters, despite this being her first episode, which was very impressive. — I actually ENJOYED the ship content??? Clace was absolutely adorable on the rink, with Jace’s sometimes annoying bravado being played wryly both on his part and by the script. “I was born ahead of the curve” delivered with a smile and then nearly falling on his ass was. Very good. And Clary’s little “you’re doing better than me….when I was six” was equally great and I just. Really liked it? They felt like real people on a real date and it felt real and dynamic and cute. — Same with Malec’s grave-robbing date. Usually their scenes start to get weighed down by drama or just general “talking to the audience to make them happy rather than each other,” but this was just cute AND advanced the plot, and connected them back to the main storyline. I hadn’t liked how they were quarantined away from the main story and I’m glad they’re back, even if the “losing Magnus’ loft” was a weird way to do it. — Maia and Alisha particularly were really the breakout stars of the episode. Alisha really really SOLD that dialogue and was honestly incredible. Her terror and anger and desperation felt so visceral and real that even though I knew it would be resolved in the episode, it was gripping and I genuinely needed to know what happened next. — I also did like how Zoe wrote Maia (that “frickin” was TOTALLY a stand in for fuck and I APPRECIATE it) and I felt she really captured how she feels about Jordan—she does care about him as a person, or rather for the person he was at some point, but still refuses to not to push down on her own anger and hurt for his or anyone else’s sake. I felt it was really complex and confusing and emotional for her and overall I think that scene was meant to give her a sense of closure. Just because she recognizes that Jordan does care about her and can be supportive of her, doesn’t mean she’ll necessarily jump back into his arms. — That’s kind of my reading—I’m not sure where they’re going, obviously, but my instinct was that the less chill stuff Maia says (implying they may be going a romantic arc) was more due to the fact she was PANICKING IN A LOCKED CLOSET WITH A DYING DUDE. Like she says “I’m confused” like yes she meant before but honestly right then she obviously was, and I don’t really see the show going for Jordan/Maia? Especially since Todd has hinted Maia has a “don’t need no man” arc. Like she drifts apart from Simon but gets back with someone she hated for years?? Not seeing it. — However if they do go there I’ll be really disappointed, mostly because of the missed opportunity for complexity but also because yeahhhhh maybe not the chillest thing with how many people interpret their relationship as abuse. (I could make a separate post about it but yeah). — Onto Magnus. God okay I don’t know how others felt but I felt Zoe really got to the crux of why Magnus misses his magic. That how he feels connected to the world through his magic was just…such a good insight and it really impacted me because it wasn’t just some generic “magic is what makes me who I am,” it was so much more deep and personal and I felt it meant a lot that Magnus finally put that into words for Alec. He’d clearly been struggling to impart to Alec how he felt, both in terms of “how do I even explain this loss” and a his own emotional reticence. God that grave robbing scene!!!! — Umm the Morningstar sword actually being a sword to summon demons?? Kind of weird?? Esp if they play it off as an actual Morgenstern relic?? Not sure what’s happening but it was cool?? — honestly dudes I’ve been FUCKED UP about the Luke storyline and SUPER STRESSED and now IT’S ALL HAPPENIGN someone SAVE HIM oh my GOD I’m actually so stressed I’ve been stressed for 9 months FREE HIM — Ok now to Jonathan bc lbr y’all know I can’t shut up about him. Ok first off, that scene with the seelie gal, oh my FUCKING GOD I was screaming what a LOSER GHSDKLFJhghghhghgg. And she insults his shitty dialogue?? Zoe ma’am may I PROPOSE??? This keeps getting wilder and wilder I can’t believe they’re GOING THERE. THEY’RE GOING THERE SO HARD. HE’S SUCH A WILD LOSER. Can you BELIEVE he found someone off shadow world fetlife to be like “I’m a Morgenstern and I love you bro you’re so hot and clever and lovable” I just can’t. I bet you ANYTHING she tops and is only in it for the shadow hunter ass. — SHAPESHIFTING. YALL. I BUST A NUT. Look, it fixes so many fucking plot holes. His eyes look SO COOL when he does demon magic. He’s so OP and Chaotic Stupid it’s not even a joke I Lov my Mary Sue Son. — Honestly having Jonathan impersonate Jace is so brilliant (remember when he said, “I don’t want your pity, I want your life?”) Like it is so fucked up but I love it. Not looking forward to the mind control but maybe he just whispered “I’m a bottom” into her ear and ran off in her ensuing shock and confusion. You can’t prove me wrong until next week so until then LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU — Personally I liked Dom’s performance as Jonathan, but not to be that Bitch I felt Will was a lot more subtle about it. Dom gave him a straight up thousand mile stare whereas Will played him as something charismatic and good at lying with a little edge of Something Wrong, a strain behind a smile. Sure, Jonathan was probably nervous for his little kidnapping date, but I felt it was unrealistic that he was so suave and convincing (sans the part where Aline comes to visit him that was hilarious, Jonathan you’re an idiot) as Seb and then is like “I eat ants sometimes” as Jace. Like. He’s an obsessive bitch. He’d have practiced Jace in the mirror. Fuck you. Probably while saying “fuck you.” ANYWAYS. — Izzy doing science? It’s not much but I’ll fucking take it lmao. I’m excited to see where Heavenly Fire is going. Matt’s Latin is still abysmal but whatever it’s ok. — also that rose?? A kiss from a rose?? Honestly this ep was so clever and thematically connected and just FLOWED like an ACTUAL EP OF TV god I’m emotional!!!! Thank you Zoe Broad ma’am you are a hero!!! — Again I’m gonna point out both Jace and Jonathan have a designated Brooding Fireplace. — Not super hyped about Heidi coming back but hey this ep was Worth It.

Anyway tldr I really liked it and wanted to spew semi-coherent positivity for once! About more characters than just my stupid fave!!! Wow!!! Good writing is SEXY and I LOVE IT!!!

#sh spoilers #seriously tho it was really good and coherent and there were real human emotions!!! and conversation!!!!!#welcome to my crispy mind

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ralfstrashcan · 6 years ago

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Violence in Fiction

When I don't like something in a TV show it's most likely the way violence caused by the protagonists is dealt with. There are different ways in which that can happen and I'm just gonna explain some by examples, namely Sherlock, Teen Wolf and Shadowhunters.

1) Skirting violence (Sherlock)

This is a good method to avoid having to address violence in any way, at least in theory. Until there is one measly scene containing violence and to keep the balance it's not touched on at all and so things get... really weird.

Taking a look at the first two Seasons of Sherlock and ignoring minor brawlings Sherlock and John get themselves into, there is one scene standing out: In the first episode, where John shoots the Cabbie and Sherlock 'questions' him while he's taking his last breaths. The first part is still mostly okay because it is talked about. It is clear that John has killed people in the past and knows how to handle that, Sherlock asks him if he's alright (so it's made clear that shooting someone is something that potentially leaves traces on a person's mental health) and John answers that the Cabbie wasn't a very nice man. And yeah, I get it, he was a serial killer that killed people through sick mind games to fund the college career of his kids and get a personal kick out of it, but the situation in which John shot him wasn't one of imminent danger, at least not because of the Cabbie. He actually shot the Cabbie because Sherlock was about to take the (only potentially) deadly pill because of his own ego and stupidity, not because the Cabbie forced him or posed any kind of threat to him. So wasn't it a little unjust? Even a serial killer deserves a trial, right? Of course it could be argued that John didn't see all that from his tiny little window, and this part of the scene isn't even what I want to focus on. I just thought I'd mention it along the way.

The real uncomfortable part begins after the Cabbie is shot. Sherlock wants answers, preferably fast before the Cabbie goes west, and so he steps onto his shot shoulder to give him a li'l incentive to spill. And this is.. problematic. Because, you know, torture. Deliberately inflicting pain on a dying person. Not cool. And yeeeaaah, Sherlock is really harsh most of the time and unnecessarily insensitive, but this is crossing the line. And it's not addressed at all, which makes kind of sense, because Sherlock obviously has no qualms and John doesn't know it happened (?) and so it just sits there, uncommented. I always feel really awkward watching that scene because it seems so out of place amidst the other relatively violence-free episodes of S1 and S2.

In S3 and S4 the general tone of the series changes and so the violence when it occurs (Mary shooting Sherlock, Sherlock shooting Magnussen, Eurus killing people whenever) doesn't seem so out of place like that one scene in the first Season did.

2) No real or asymmetrical consequences of violence (Teen Wolf)

Two things, real quick:

i) Everyone should be a lot more traumatized than they actually are. The only person(s) to show any kind of reaction to all the gore are Stiles and occasionally Lydia (and the Sheriff, but the Sheriff is mostly exasperated so it doesn't really count).

ii) I feel like the thing that has impacted Stiles the most so far (I still haven't seen 6B, but since Stiles only has a minor role in this (</3!!!!!!!!!) I don’t think it will really change anything) was the thing with Donovan in S5 and I felt like ???????? shouldn't the whole Nogitsune thing have been way way worse for him??????? I mean okay, in S5 he was actually in control, except he wasn't because it was an accident, but yeah yeah yeah, I get it that it's hard to comprehend and knowing something rationally isn't the same as feeling it to be true emotionally. Still. That was one person that died. While attempting to kill him, mind you. In S3 the Nogitsune killed, like, a lot of people and Stiles, being possessed, didn't only have a front row seat, he also felt his elated emotions while killing them. And the whole thing went on for weeks. That's gotta be worse, right?!

I felt like Stiles acting weird and keeping secrets from Scott in S5 was used as a plot device so Theo could sneak his way inside Scott's head while after S3 there was no time to deal with Stiles-Trauma, so in S4 he was mostly back to normal.... except for that one scene with Malia in the basement, the “Control is overrated”-Scene (which I still don't get by the way, so feel free to explain that to me anytime).

3) Inconsistent reactions to violence (Shadowhunters)

This is probably the one that annoys me the most, because it's inconsistent. I freakin' hate inconsistency. Everything else can be forgiven, tropes, clichés, stupid lines, stupidity, even gaping holes in the logic, as long as it's freakin' consistent. It's why I have absolutely zero problems loving Teen Wolf to pieces, because that show has logic that is downright sketchy at times, but that is a constant, so it's alright. (Except for maybe S4, that was really too much bullshit. But it was funny as hell, okay, so I didn't care. I enjoyed myself immensely watching it.) Anyway, back to my point. Shadowhunters and the way violence performed by the protagonists is dealt with.

There are different types of violence shown on-screen:

a) Killing Demons

This one is really unproblematic, because demons are Creatures of Evil whose sole purpose of existence is to kill or injure innocent bystanders. Also they are no highly developed creatures and look like really nasty vermin (or at least most of them do, except for 1x01 where all demons where human-shaped and human-looking but I'm putting that down to pilot-weirdness) so it's like killing a bug. It's also really convenient that 'killing' them doesn't really kill them but instead just sends them back to their home dimension where they dwell until the next rift opens. So, really, it's more like putting them in the jail of monopoly.

b) Killing Downworlders

Eh, I'm sorry, what? Downworlders aren't killed on-screen by protagonists, only by Evil Circle Members! We all know that is Wrong and Bad!

Yeah well, mostly. Except for that one scene in S1 where Alec and Izzy slay Vampires like it's nothing. But let me start elsewhere.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Shadowhunters may or may not have racist tendencies and look down on Downworlders, yet there is that iffy little thing called The Accords that prevents them from harming them. In theory. It is also widely known that most Shadowhunters in higher ranks don't really give a shit about the Accords and feel like ignoring them whenever the mood strikes is totally okay. For example Aldertree torturing Raphael to get information. It's the same when Meliorn is to be brought into the City of Bones for questioning even though he could very well die in the process of said questioning. But, you know, he is evilly withholding information, so it's alright to break the Accords, because surely the Seelies will be too afraid to start a war with the Shadowhunters in retaliation, should anything happen. We all know how the story goes, Izzy 'goes rogue' and steals Meliorn before he reaches the City of Bones and because the Clave is full of shit they drop the charges for treason against her as soon as they get the Cup in their greedy little fingers. Really, you would think a trial for treason couldn't be ended so easily, but whatever. My point is, Izzy is very pro Downworlders for a Shadowhunter, right? In a society where, even though it's dictated by the Accords, being pro Downworlder is very frowned upon. Lydia even warns her to consider what she's saying when Izzy says, “You know what's insane? Thinking we have the right to treat a Downworlder's life as worthless” in 1x11 during her trial, neatly proving both my claims.

I think it's safe to say that Izzy doesn't have these views since yesterday but has had them for a long time, to withstand against a society that tries to teach her differently.

So why the hell does 1x03 happen?? Simon got kidnapped by the Vampires, so to steal him back Clary, Jace, Alec and Izzy break into the Hotel DuMort and Alec and Izzy are the distraction. Meaning they trigger the alarm and proceed to kill every Vampire that comes their way.

What. The. Hell.

I mean yeah, the Vampires did kidnap Simon, but collective punishment much? Who says the other Clan Members even knew what Camille was up to?? In fact we see Raphael and Camille disagree over this whole kidnapping, suggesting that this was Camille's idea alone and the rest of the Vampire Clan had no say in it at all. Of course the Shadowhunters don't know that, but that possibility should have crossed their minds, that's not too much to ask, right? Also, again, don't they deserve, like, a trial? And even if they don't, isn't killing tons of Vampires for one measly abduction where the hostage isn't even lastingly harmed a little excessive?

And yes, the Vampires did attack Alec and Izzy, but they were freakin' breaking into their home and flapping their seraph blades around. Did they expect to be asked to leave politely? What the hell?!

To be honest, from Alec I didn't reaaally expect more, because of the weird racism issue he has (in early episodes he says some super racist things about Downworlders and later it's never mentioned again and not really reflected in his behavior which I find super weird and annoying but that's a topic for another day) but Izzy, who stands out with her Downworlder-friendly attitude??? What was going on with her???

Of course one could argue here that they are just so hardened through all the demon-slaying, but honestly I don't believe that because demons are (mostly) mindless creatures whereas Vampires were real people at some point and still are in spirit if not in biology. Seriously.

c) Killing other Shadowhunters (namely Circle Members)

And on with the killing of real people. Apparently Circle Members (CM from now on because I'm lazy) don't need a trial, fine. Apparently all the protagonists have absolutely no problem slaying fellow Shadowhunters, even though I believe that before S1 the Circle was officially dead and no more CM were running around and so the protagonists didn't have practice killing people. Izzy says in 1x04, “Before Clary got here, every day was the same. Go on a mission, kill demons. Go on a mission, kill demons.” Demons, not rogue CM. But of course that could have been for the easy parallelism, you know, to keep the sentences short. But I don't think that.

Anyway, even if we leave all this aside... shouldn't all that people killing leave, like, a slight uncomfortable feeling in anyone's gut? Because it really doesn't.

Again, one could argue that they are just hardened and used to all the violence and while I think that is a flawed argument (because I don't believe that killing is something you can get used to if you don't have a grave mental health issue) I will concede the point. For the Lightwoods.

What about Clary? She's been part of the Shadow World for like two weeks and she's joining in on the killing as if it's nothing. She goes from “Oh my god you killed her!!!!!111” in 1x01 to happily stabbing people in two seconds flat. What the hell, Clary.

That she might take to killing demons, okay, because blah blah primitive creatures blah blah. But everything else is just un-freakin-believable, if you ask me.

Of course I understand why this happens in all these shows. It's necessary. It's for the same reason that you don't show every meal the characters eat or every time they go to the toilet; it's obvious they do it at some point but nobody cares about that. If you focus all your screen-time on the mental health issues of the characters you never get to the fun parts like explosions and fights and stuff. I get that.

Still. Can't it be avoided?

Welllllll.

I have to admit, I have seen one TV show that really took the time to portray consequences of violence realistically, and that was Hannibal. In the first episode Will, who is labile on a good day, shoots someone in an entirely justifiable act of self-defense where he had absolutely no other choice than shooting that person or risk the life of an innocent bystander. And then he is traumatized for a while and the frequent visits to the psychiatrist of his misplaced trust don't really improve his situation, but my point is, he struggled with what he has done even though there were good reasons why he did it, there were long term consequences, and he is haunted even Seasons later by this, by his first time killing another person.

Now that is some nice handling of the consequences of violence.

Of course taking all that time on-screen to process his thoughts and feelings serves the plot, so there's that.

I guess what I'm saying is, I understand why it's done, this neglect of dealing with the fallout of violence, but on the other hand it still annoys me. Don't get me wrong, I love all the shows I mentioned and have re-watched them more than once and surely will again, but.

A grain of discontent stays.

#meta #bbc sherlock #teen wolf #shadowhunters #hannibal #sherlock holmes #john watson #stiles stilinski #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fray #will graham #hannibal lecter #violence

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secretaddiction-ff · 6 years ago

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” Is this going to be Mr. Right? Or Nah?” Izara cringed at those words.

Izara never had a “Mr. Right”. The guy she thought was the one, played her like a fiddle. He played her so bad that Izara started hating men. One point she loved hard, but now she could care less. Men don’t excite her because she already figures they will do something to fuck up everything anyway. Izara always said if the right guy ever comes, she’ll drop all of her “fucked up” ways, but until then she’ll continue to do men dirty.

”Eh, probably not Randy . Hell, I still don't know him like that. You ready?”

”You are like the worst. You get men and throw them away when you're tired.” Izara rolled her eyes. She didn't care and she wished Randy was the same.

”Well, what else can I do with them? They're only good for sex and money. Let’s go.” Izara made her way out of the house. She didn’t have time for finding the “one”. She wasn’t interested.

On the way to the party, Izara had so many things going through her mind. Was she ready to deal with this guy? She didn’t want to, but he was a big spender and was already giving her gifts. Izara normally didn’t care for guys giving her gifts, but she was hoping these gifts would lead to actually money soon. Gifts didn’t pay her bills, money from her job and other men did. If Rick wanted to keep her around, he would have to pay and she already expressed that. She was a gold digger to some, but also like an escort to some as well. She felt that if men could go around asking women for sex when they wanted, why not get money from them? To her doing it for free was dumb, especially since she never liked the men that liked her.

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”Damn, you didn't tell me he was living like this?”

”Yeah, but I still don't know Randy.” Izara said searching for her vaporizer.

”What don't you know? He has money and -”

”That's it. I'm not really interested in actually being with him. I don't really care for how he's been showing me off like I'm some damn trophy.”

”Then why are you still talking to him?” Izara sighed. She knew the answer, but now it was becoming pathetic.

Walking towards his front door, Izara noticed Rick walking out. She could hear a lot of noise and she knew it was a lot of extra people. She's been to house parties and parties on a yacht with a few athletes and it was annoying to her. The girls were super annoying and so where the corny ass men. She only came for the drinks and Rick. She just hoped it wasn't any girl or girls on here that would get jealous because she was there for him.

“What up shorty? Didn’t think you would make it.” Rick grabbed her by her waist and Izara was caught off guard. She didn’t like that at all.

“Hey. Why wouldn’t I? I said I would. This is my girl Randy, Randy this is Rick.” Randy waved and Rick nodded at her. “Before we come in do you have any girls who think they’re with you? I don’t do drama.”

“Nah, you don’t have to worry about that. “ Izara knew he probably was lying. A guy with his type of money doesn’t have girls thinking they’re not together? It was bullshit to her.

Walking into the house, Izara noticed how many people were in and out. At first, she was nervous, but quickly became annoyed at Rick basically leaving her. She was glad she had Randy with her because the number of stares they got, made her very uncomfortable. She wanted to tell Randy she wanted to leave, but she didn’t want to seem uptight or anything. So to make it seem like she was okay with being there, she grabbed a bottle of champagne and a bottle of patron and began to drink. She would need it.

“Damn who is that? He keeps staring you down.” Randy whispered. Izara turned her head a little and recognized the person. It was the guy A.D. from the night before. What was up with him?

Pulling her Chanel shades up, Izara got a better look. A.D. He looked better than the first time she saw him. He was very good looking and his tattoos complimented him very well. Izara kept her eyes on him for some strange reason she felt he could feel her staring at him and that’s when he turned back around looking at her. Izara quickly put her attention back on Randy.

“I guess some guy he works with. He was staring at me last night.”

“Last night? You met him already? He’s fine as hell, maybe that’s who you need to talk to.” Izara had a thought, but it clearly faded when she saw a girl rolling her eyes at her.

Normally, Izara would ignore girls that gave her dirty looks, but the mixture of patron and bel aire champagne, she was itching to say something. Izara was never the catty type and she didn’t want to go there, but the way her vibe was she could say anything to the girl. She didn’t even care if the girl had other girls with her either.

“Do we have an issue or your eyes just do just to do it?” Randy snapped her neck when she heard those words leave Izara’s mouth.

“What?” The girl rolled her eyes and continued to drink out of the champagne bottle.

“That’s what I thought. Roll your eyes again and watch what happens.” Izara sat her drink down and that’s when Rick interrupted.

“Yo what the fuck? You starting bullshit again, Paris?”

“Why are you saying something to me? This bitch is the one causing problems! You fucking her or something?!” Izara figure. This was probably one of his little ho’s and Izara didn’t have time.

Izara got up and Randy got up right behind her. Izara was over it and Rick felt bad for even having the Paris girl there. Izara felt that if Rick was trying to impress her, he needed to do a better job. She was completely turned off and ready to leave before she hurt someone. That someone was the girl and if Rick didn’t explain it would soon be him as well.

“Yo Wait, Izzy.” Izara kept walking and finally left out, finally turning around when she realized he followed her out of the house.

“What?”

“Why are you leaving?”

“I don’t have time to deal with shit like that. I’m not even fucking you and that girl is tripping. I don’t have time for the bullshit, I thought I explained all of this to you.”

“I know. Look I’m sorry about that shit, don’t leave.”

“It’s best if I do. I don’t want to have to fuck her up.” Rick chuckled a little, but soon realized Izara was very serious.

“Alright, I’ll tell her to leave.”

“Whatever. If I don’t see her walking out, I’m leaving.” Rick nodded and went back into the house.

Waiting to see if Rick actually was going to get rid of the girl, Izara took a puff from her cigarette and Randy waited in the car. Izara was becoming so frustrated that she finally gave up and was getting ready to leave. To her surprise, the door opened but it wasn’t Rick or the girl, it was A.D. Izara’s heart started fluttering and she pulled her shades down.

“You’re waiting to see if shorty about to leave?” Izara wanted to ignore him, but she was feeling a little confused.

“Huh?”

“She not leaving, but you should.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m not even going to hold you, don’t even fuck with this nigga. You’ll be disappointing yourself. You’re too beautiful for that and I can tell you’re not a dummy.” Apart of Izara wanted to believe he was right, but also she didn’t know if he was being jealous.

“How do I know you’re not just saying this.”

“I don’t have a reason to lie.” Izara got a smell of his cologne as he got a little closer and she wanted to get even closer. “Adonis. Izzy right?”

“Izara, but I guess Izzy will do. We’ve met already.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t meet at a good time. Get out of here, though. This not the type of party you or your friend needs to be at.”

“Are you really being serious or are you trying to cover his ass? I have to ask because it’s little strange for you to even tell me all of this. I don’t know you, I just know you’re cool with him.”

“Cool with him? I don’t really know that nigga either if we’re being honest. My nigga Juelz fuck with him, I’m just here. From the few times I’ve been around him, this nigga doesn’t give a fuck about the women he supposedly likes. Don’t fuck with him.”

“Whatever you say.” Izara pulled her shades backed down and walked towards the car. Maybe Adonis was right, but she needed to see things for herself. She was willing to give Rick one more chance; Strike two.

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izziebash · 6 years ago

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Get Out and Stay Out | STI

Who: @izziebash, @tiaisms, @sagegothel

When: Saturday, July 14th

Where: A hotel in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

What: After hooking up with Huntley, Izzie comes back to the STI hotel room expecting her friends to be happy for her. What she gets, though, is the farthest from what she expected.

Izzie tucked her touseled blonde hair behind her ear, exhaling for what felt like the first time all night. It had been such an eventful day — Dollywood finally, and then she snuck off to visit Huntley’s hotel room when Tia and Sage had fallen asleep. Mostly because she couldn’t sleep, and also...this whole trip made her want to get to know him a little better. He was cute and tall and funny, and he seemed interested in her, too. This whole trip being all flirty with her every chance he got, and Izzie couldn’t lie that she liked the attention. She’d never been the one who got attention from anyone whenever it was just the three of them. It was nice. And so she didn’t necessarily go to his hotel room expecting to have sex with him, but when one thing led to another, she left it with some experience that was definitely worth bragging to L’ogan about and nerdily screaming with her best friends about. She opened the door with her key card and flipped on the lights, picking up the nearest pillow off the floor and hitting the two sleeping girls with it excitedly. “Wake up wake up wake up!” Izzie exclaimed, before standing on a nearby chair, a perfect pedestal to declare her news. “I totally just had sex with Huntley!” She punctuated the declaration with a girly squeal.

Sage had been sleeping for quite literally hours. Dollywood like, totally wore her out. It was mostly because Tia dragged them around all day pointing out different things that Sage knew she should care about because it would make Tia happy, but in reality she basically had no clue what they were. Don't get her wrong, she loved Dolly Parton as much as the next millennial teen, but she'd totally been texting her super cool and chill boyfriend Wayland all day and had definitely not listened to anything Tia said beyond taking a mental note of the food stands to avoid. Just as she was about to get into a totally steamy dream scene with her current celeb crush, 100 pounds of Izzie shook her awake. "Huh?" She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes so they'd adjust better. She didn't know if that actually worked, but people did it in movies so it had to count for something. After she fully processed what Izzie said, she sat up quickly. "What?" She half-yelled, instantly regretting it because, ew, morning breath. "You had sex with Huntley?" She hissed, covering her mouth to minimize the possible odor. "Oh my Godmother! How was it? Is this going to be weird? He doesn't think we all want to have sex with him right? Because I totes have a boyfriend and like, cheating probably isn't a cool thing to do."

Tia didn't appreciate being woken up in the slightest. Not only because she just hated her sleep being interrupted after a full and exciting time at Dollywood the day before, she also just wasn't all that interested in hearing anything from Izzie while she was still inexplicably getting all the attention she felt like she deserved from Huntley even while she was purposely keeping a little distance to their soft friends with minor benefits arrangement. Since she felt like it wasn't entirely Izzie's fault that the stupid boy was playing, what Tia assumed to be, the most basic form of hard to get, she left her sleep mask on and sleepily sat up in bed anyway to listen to her friend speak. After Izzie revealed that Huntley's new Izzie thing apparently WASN'T a play for her attentions, she felt her cheeks and chest warming with a blush fueled from a mixture of rage and some mild embarrassment. She almost wanted to hit Sage for asking so many questions but instead, she took her mask off and folded it into her hands on her lap and sighed as if the news wasn't worth waking up for. "At least when Sage lost her virginity she had the decency to do it while we were all awake. "She replied in an almost bored tone, purposely letting out a soft yawn for emphasis.

Izzie held her face with her hands, trying to cool down her burning cheeks and keep from smiling, but she couldn't. That was, until neither of her friends was smiling and squealing with her. "Oh -- sorry," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear bashfully, biting her lip while still giggling from pure giddiness. "But no, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to have sex with all of us -- I think he likes me. Me," Izzie repeated the word moreso to herself, because it was still so strange that someone like him would be so interested in her. But this was -- as far as Tia and Sage knew -- her virginity they were talking about! She figured the girls would at least be a little happier. Izzie stepped off of the chair, hugging the pillow to her chest and gave a shrug. "I mean, it's still like super weird that it even happened but it was so nice, and felt surprisingly really good...? And it was like, way more fun than I expected! Aren't you guys happy for me?" She raised her brows, expecting at least somewhat of a reaction from her friends, but all she found was an all-too-familiar sinking feeling in her stomach that made her feel like she did something wrong.

Sage usually looked to Tia for how to react in these kinds of situations, but the blonde looked like she was even sleepier than Sage still was. At least, she must be sleepy, right? Because Sage had been confused, but Tia like... didn't seem to care at all. She remembered how hurt her own feelings had been when she'd gotten like, less than warm comments about Wayland from her bestie, so she figured she'd just give Tia some more time to get to awake-ville while she turned up her excitement for Izzie instead. "Oh my gosh, no, of course I'm excited for you! I just like, had to make sure I understood what was happening first, but if it's not like an 'I drove you all so you owe me sex' kind of thing and it's actually like a 'I'm a boy who finally appreciates how awesometastic Izize is' kind of thing then I'm super here for it!" Sage squealed, reaching out to hug her friend finally. "He's like, super hot too, oh em gee! And you even got to do it in a bed, right? So you were super comfy?"

Tia waited patiently until Sage was done to completely ruin everyone's mood. "Actually, I feel sorry for you, Iz. Huntley doesn't like you. At least not that much, anyway. He's been super into me since we were practically babies and we've been sort of making out lately, that's why he even brought us to Dollywood. Because Ilove Dolly Parton and you guys. I thought it was kind of obvi, so I had sorta been cold shouldering him the whole trip and I guess he wanted comfort from the next best blonde. You." Tia replied, with a half apologetic pout and shrug directed towards Izzie. Tia was way harsher than she ever needed to be in breaking the news to her alleged bestie, but something about the way the other girl had repeated the "me" when informing them of Huntley's affections brought out a degree of jealousy and desire to crush her flat that Tia didn't even know she was capable of feeling. "It kinda makes sense why he'd go for you, we have been kinda twinsying super hard since you dyed your hair the same color as me."

Izzie smiled with relief, engulfed in Sage's hug and glad that she'd been given that little bit of affirmation from her friend. But then Tia spoke up, and the smile nearly melted off of Izzie's face. Tia's words weren't making sense -- well, they were, but it sounded too mean to be Tia. She was never so mean to her, so it took Izzie some time to actually process what she had said. "Next best blonde?" she repeated, a hand self-consciously tugging at her locks as she let go of Sage to face Tia and actually talk through this. A little worried that the words that were rising up in her throat were going to match Tia's venom, Izzie plastered a smile on her face. "You don't know what he likes. He's been flirting with me like, this entire trip, and if you've been making out with him, why didn't you tell us? You tell us everything! So don't feel sorry for me, because I did way more than make out with him so I showed him what he was missing, I guess." she shrugged before placing a hand on her hip, still trying to fathom that Huntley and Tia had been....hooking up? And she had no inkling from either of them that it happened.

Sage still had her arms around Izzie when she registered what Tia was saying, and her head snapped to her friend, her eyes filled with hurt. Izzie had been nice enough to run straight here and tell them like, super mega huge news, and Tia had been... keeping secrets from them? Had they done something wrong? Was it because stupid Charlie was back and Tia didn't need them anymore because she had like, a better person to share her life with? Sage tried to clutch onto Izzie tighter, to cling to the one friend she knew she was never, ever going to lose to somebody else, and she opened her mouth to talk -- to say something, to remind Izzie and Tia that they were both the best blondes and that best friends could share everything and that it was totally okay... but then Izzie was pushing her away, and all Sage could do was hug her arms around her own chest and watch the fireworks. All she could do was hope that things didn't really explode.

Tia rolled her eyes at Izzie. "Well yeah, you're great but you're not me. Yanno?" She said, feeling the tiniest bit bad about that jibe when Izzie looked really cute as a blonde. "But I do know that we're legit in my favorite place to visit because of Huntley wanting to get with me. He flirted with you because you liked it and it clearly made him feel wanted. I haven't even told Charlie about me making out with him after my party, it was a complicated situation." Tia semi explained, not really having that great a reason for why she'd kept the little hook ups to herself. Other than embarrassment about something that wasn't even a factor anymore thanks to Huntley's reinvention. "You're not better than me for having sex with him, you're just sluttier. And that's exactly why I feel sorry for you. You just gave up your v-card to a guy that would totes drop you like a bad sushi if I went over there and said I wanted to go farther. What'sa couple of days when we've had our whole lives?"

Izzie scoffed. Tia's ego had always been huge, but never directed toward her or Sage. She was taken aback and hurt, but also furious that Tia would try to take something so special from her over a boy she apparently didn't even want. "Exactly. You had your whole life to claim Huntley, but instead, you decided to waste four years on a guy who'd choose the ocean over you -- and has chosen the ocean over you -- a million times. At least I didn't lose my v-card to a guy who'd dump me on our anniversary. Maybe I made Huntley feel wanted because you didn't! Because you didn't actually want him! You just wanted someone to kiss your butt until Kai comes crawling back and you decide that you guys belong together again. Right, Sage?" Izzie couldn't believe she was speaking so bluntly to Tia, but she called her slutty! She didn't even say that to Sage when she did anal with Lui. She held onto Sage's hand, squeezing it tightly, trying to suppress the rage that was building up inside of her, and hoping that her friend would agree.

Sage could only let her mouth open and close like a goldfish as she watched the harsh words fly between her two best friends. It was so not like them, to lash out at each other and say such mega-mean things. It kind of reminded her of how she felt when she tried to talk of Kori, not of the safe, happy feeling she usually got from being around Tia and Izzie. And like... she really hoped she didn't have to choose a side, because as much as she usually was willing to follow Tia's lead on anything, Izzie was always the smart one, right? So didn't that mean Izzie was right? "Keeping boys secrets is never like, nice to them. Or nice to the bffs that you're keeping secrets from, but whatevs. If you aren't like, proud of them being your boytoy then you don't have dibs, right? I mean, I like... didn't have dibs on Wayland for a long time because I was embarrassed," Sage offered lamely into the conversation. It didn't quite relate, but she'd never shared a boy with her best friends quite like this before and she didn't know what to tell them. She still squeezed Izzie's hand harder, though, the sting of Tia keeping a secret outweighing everything else for her. Personally, she thought Huntley was super annoying and not worth fighting over, but this was Tia and Izzie's battle, and she was just caught in the middle praying to fix it. "And uh... I mean, just because you got a headstart doesn't mean that Izzie isn't super great, too, T! Maybe he likes you both the same now?"

Tia glared hard at both of them, fighting like crazy to not let the tears welling up in her eyes actually leak out so Izzie couldn't see how she was effecting her emotions. "You have no right to bring Kai up right now. But if you really wanna go there I can take it there. At least I can get guys to like me at all, Izzie. Kai might pick his family over me but at least I can get a boy to love me. What do you have, huh? A boy who dumped you once you learned how to stop dressing like an extra on glee? The boy I set you up with who didn't like you either even though we all know he mostly only likes blondes? Or even worse the boy who only brought you on the trip because he wants to bang your best friend? I don't know about you but I'd still go for Kai every time." Tia didn't even bother acknowledging Sage. Once Sage chose Izzie over her, it didn't even matter. Sage's entire existence was nothing more than noise. "But Kai and I are really are done for good, so dibs or no dibs, sex or no sex, wonder which of us is going to have a better chance actually dating Huntley?"

Izzie grit her teeth, squeezing Sage's hand even harder once Tia pulled out the card that she prayed she wouldn't. They knew that she was insecure about that -- well, then, of course, she knew that Tia was insecure about Kai, and she still pulled that card. But only because Tia was being a spoiled brat, like always. "Ugh, you're so spoiled! Little Miss Louisiana just can't handle not having everything! You get all the attention, all the clothes and the shoes and the cheer captain title, and you guys are always telling me to be more outgoing and try more things, and when I finally get one thing, you want to take it from me! I would have had a better chance at dating Huntley if I'd never even told you, because now you finally know that I'm a threat." She let go of Sage's hand, finally getting the courage to walk up to Tia and look her in the eye to say what she'd been wanting to say for months. "You're right, T. We have been twinning since I went blonde. But you know what? I'm pretty, I'm nice, and I'm smart. I'm beating you three to one right now. I should've known you wouldn't be able to handle it."

Sage hopped up instantly, worried that Izzie and Tia were about to get into a real actual fight. She would have no idea what to actually do if slaps started flying, but she wanted to be ready just in case she did need to jump in between them. The mean things they kept saying to each other were almost worse, though; handprints on your face totally healed, but she wasn't sure if the like, heart-hurts they were inflicting would. "You guys, boys both like you a super lot! There are other boys!" Sage attempted, not even sure her words were heard over the tension in the room. Tia and Izzie couldn't friend break up, besides Wayland they were the only people she had and even with Wayland, they were the only ones she really felt like she came first to. If she had to choose between them, Sage had a feeling that she might like, almost die. "Come on, can't we just like... do a boy draft or something and pick ones you each want to keep for yourselves and then everything will be fine? You're both the greatest, and this is just one like, tall but kind of weird boy, there'll be other ones!"

Tia stood immediately after Izzie started gritting her teeth, because if it was going to turn into a smackdown she wasn't going to be caught unaware."Is this what this is about then? You being jealous that I get things? It's not my fault that people want to pay attention to me more than you or that I got cheer captain when you didn't even try out for the stupid team! I've always been outgoing and cool and the best, without anyone's help, mind you. I'm happy that you're finally trying to step up to my level. But do not get it twisted, Isabella. You are not now, nor will you ever be, a threat to me." Tia's fists clenched up as Izzie stepped up to her and she got so ready to rip into her once she called her stupid. Tia knew she wasn't the smartest person around by any means and that a lot of people knew it too, but she never would've guessed that her own best friend was out here thinking it too. If she wasn't so aggressively angry right then, she'd be unbelievably sad about it, but that emotion could be saved for later. "I'd back away from me right now if I were you. You think you're nicer than me? You do not want to push me into proving you right, right now. I'm not sure Huntley would find you too pretty with a broken nose."

Izzie shrugged off Sage's attempts at consoling her. "This isn't about a boy anymore, Sage, this is about Tia thinking she's better than everyone and me finally not being willing to listen to it anymore. The only thing you're the best at, Tia, is being the snobbiest, stuck-up little brat who can't keep a boyfriend or a sister for more than a few months. We're the only people who have been there for you through everything, but guess what! You need me so much more than I need you. Without me and Sage, you're just the same sad, friendless, poor little rich girl from Freshman year." She did back off when Tia told her to, mostly because she was almost ready to cry, and didn't want things to turn physical and make it so much worse. Izzie started grabbing her things, tossing her clothes haphazardly into her suitcase. "I don't need you anymore. I've got my cousins, I've got Vivi..." She chuckled to herself, then, suddenly reminded of something. "God. You suddenly deciding you want to be with Huntley after having nearly twenty years to do it would be like if Wayland finally liked Vivi back. Ridiculous," she shook her head, forgetting in her moment of rage that her friends didn't exactly know that about Vivi. And when she realized that she'd kind of revealed a little secret, she hoped Sage wouldn't notice and just packed her things faster.

Sage usually hated feeling invisible, although just this once, it was almost better. In their hurry to be mad at each other, at least Tia and Izzie didn't seem to be mad at her... Maybe that meant she could still be friends with both of them, even if the worst happened and they never talked to each other again after today. That would be major suckville, but it would be better than losing one of them at least. Sage chewed on the inside of her cheek, knowing there was no point in saying anymore as she watched insults hurled back and forth. Finally, finally Sage felt like she could breathe again as Izzie seemed to gather her things to go... except, she tried to figure out who she was supposed to follow. Had she been too Team Izzie earlier? Was she supposed to be Team Tia now to balance it out? Izzie had kind of been meaner at the end, so maybe it was okay to switch? Her confusion ebbed away quickly, though, when she caught what Izzie was saying, and she whirled to face her friend, practically screaming, "WHAT?" Her heart was racing as Izzie confirmed all of her worst fears, and she stared at her so-called bestie in disbelief that she'd had this information all along and had let Sage stupidly ramble for a year without ever saying anything. "I knew it, I knew she liked him, and you -- you just SAT there and let me let her take him to PROM wearing MY color and... oh my God, do you even like me, or were you just trying to sabotage me and Wayland this whole time? How could you not tell me?" Sage asked, turning towards Tia for backup. She'd been so good at fighting before, maybe she could do a better job of yelling at Izzie for her than Sage could do for herself?

Tia didn't say anything as Izzie backed off to start packing her things and leave. She was glad to have her gone before she did actually go off and hit her in the face. She did however make a small gasp of surprise as Izzie revealed that Vivi did actually like Wayland back. Now that was interesting. Whenever she or Sage expressed concerns about Vivi and Wayland's super tight friendship, Izzie had straight up denied it. So Tia was straight up tickled when Izzie revealed that she was out here betraying BOTH of them. When Sage turned to Tia for backup, Tia simply raised an eyebrow back. "What do you want me to do, S? You're on Izzie's side here and this entire time she wasn't even on yours. What do you want me to do about it? Apparently I don't have any friends and now neither do you." Tia laughed meanly, before getting out of bed in order to distance herself even further from Sage.

Izzie sat wide-eyed when Sage turned on her, too. To her, it was never even a huge deal. She knew her cousin -- he was a good guy. He wouldn't cheat on Sage with his oldest friend, that would be awful. "I just found out a few months ago, S. Chill. Besides, Vivi isn't the boyfriend-stealing type. She's nice. She's just liked him for our entire lives, and for some reason he likes you better so you don't have anything to worry about. Vivi's my friend, too, so sorry for having other friends whose secrets I'm expected to keep!" Izzie rolled her eyes and zipped her suitcase, finally ready to leave. "You guys want me out of your lives so bad? Fine, the train station is nearby and I'm finding a Walt Express right now." She figured she could have just gone across the hall and maybe convinced Huntley to drive her, but knowing what she knew about him now, maybe Tia was right. He didn't really care, he just used her to get closer to Tia. Something kept her feet rooted to the ground, though, as she waited for her ex-friends' last words, part of her hoping they'd all just burst into tears and beg her to stay.

Sage blinked at Tia in surprise. Okay, so she hadn't like, totally backed her up, but she also hadn't totally been Team Izzie, either. She'd tried really hard to be Team Neutral and now apparently the only team left for her to be on was Team Sage, since nobody else wanted her on their side anymore. She wished she could go back in time and re-choose, though, because Tia's secret was like way less awful than Izzie's was, and she wanted to just hug her and keep Tia, at least. But it was too late -- she didn't even know what to focus on, but she let Tia telling her she had no friends slide to turn on Izzie. "For some reason? For SOME reason? You make it sound like I'm so super unlikeable, Iz, so fine! If you think I'm so terrible, then you're terrible too!" Sage sniffled, hugging her arms around her chest and not sure what to do. "And you can't find the Walt Express, because I have to find it first and hope that somebody will pay for me to get on the stupid train because I have no friends and no money now, and this whole stupid trip is the worst just like you!" She turned back to Tia, who was still standing there like she was too good for them -- had both of them just thought Sage was their dumb tagalong that wasn't good enough to be their friend this whole time? Since they obviously cared about stupid boys and stupid Vivi and everyone else more than her. Sage grabbed her own things, feeling smaller than she'd felt since back in the days of being locked up in a tower, and as she threw her own bag over her shoulder and stomped towards the door, she tried to think of one last parting word, wanting to get in a mean jab just like both of them had. Struggling to come up with anything better, she shouted, "Besides, I'm prettier than both of you!" as she flung the door open and walked out into the hallway, wondering if she could like, pay her Uber driver with a couple of inches worth of her hair or something so that she could get home.

Tia wasn't exactly planning on saying anything otherwise as Izzie was leaving. She could absolutely rot in hell for all Tia cared. But Sage? Sage's "betrayal" hurt worse. As much as she loved the two equally, she could admit that she felt a little more loyalty towards Sage and expected about the same considering how hard and often she busted her ass for the other girl, winning her prom queen, moving her into her cottages, buying her shoes and all sorts of favors over the course of their friendship. Obviously Tia had never expected or even wanted repayment, but Sage hanging onto Izzie's side during the worst fight of their friendship was inexcusable. Still knowing how easy it was for Sage to just offer up sexual favors in exchange for the things she needed, Tia didn't hesitate to grab her wallet. Turning briefly to glare again at Izzie, Tia spoke to her for the last time. "I'm going to give Sage some money before we have to find out about her on the news and then I'm going across the hall to get Huntley. Be gone by the time we get back here."

Izzie clenched her teeth, clutching onto the handle of her suitcase until her knuckles turned white. “Good. That’s a good idea,” she agreed with Tia timidly, avoiding eye contact with either girl. She didn’t want Sage to go around prostituting either, and had actually considered fake-dropping a ten-dollar bill on the ground for Sage as she left, but when Tia reached for her wallet first, she didn’t feel like she had to. But just because she agreed with her didn’t mean she was going to let Tia’s last words in this fight be telling her what to do. “I’ll do you one better — you’ll get to watch me leave.” Turning on her heel and holding onto the handle even tighter, Izzie held her chin up and walked calmly out of the room, and into the hallway. Well, as calmly as she could when she felt her shoulders shaking and her face crumple up into a sob. So the STI part of her life was over...and that was okay. She’d live. At least, she hoped she would.

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adorealeclightwood · 7 years ago

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Alec in 3x04.

Okay, I haven’t decided on a format for how I’ll be doing this, but a name and episode number will suffice for the time being.

First of all, I’m really happy the first scene we got with Alec was at the institute. I mentioned that I love to see him work, because I do! Often times, when you have a character in a relationship, that ends up being the only thing you see. If it’s an LGBTQ relationship, chances are, their entire storyline will become nonexistent, and they end up being “that one gay character”, or whatever. I’m glad that both Alec and Magnus are able to remain well rounded characters and have a healthy relationship simultaneously. Other shows could stand to take a few notes.

In regards to him working, this is the content I’ve been waiting for. Alec is a leader; he wants to get shit done the right way. When he’s standing there questioning Morgan and Izzy enters the room, you can tell he’s been at it for a while. There’s an owl demon out killing mundanes, and he wants to put an end to it. Anyone else would’ve likely killed Morgan without a second thought, but he’d rather find the source and deal with things from there, which is exactly what I’d expect from someone as intelligent as Alec. I spoke about character development because it’s a far cry from the Alec I knew in season one (don’t get it twisted, I loved him back then just as much as I love him in this season).

Now, there’s something I’ve wanted to get off my chest since 3x03. Am I supposed to believe that Alexander Gideon intellectual, king of knowing when something is wrong, master bullshit detector Lightwood can’t sense that his parabatai is a victim of demonic possession? This is probably more of a writing thing, but I’m going to discuss it anyway.

Their souls are bound, guys. Closer than blood. No human bond compares. It’s not like “hm, I think my buddy is a little sad right now”. They can feel each other, and they can tell when the other is hurt. Jace brought a piece of Alec’s soul back to him, for crying out loud. If Jace is losing sleep, unable to remember where he was, or how he got from point A to B, and being plagued by nightmares, I - a logical young woman - would assume that there’s no way in hell Alec is just carrying on as if everything is normal.

Fortunately, he doesn’t disappoint. Clary comes in asking to have Jace pulled from a mission, and you can practically see his bullshit sensors going off. Rightfully so, because when has Jace ever switched out willingly? She starts spouting the same crap about Jace being tired, and he isn’t buying it. “When you and Jace were at Lake Lyn, my parabatai rune disappeared. There’s a reason for that.” That line was executed PERFECTLY. He knows something went down, and he’s giving her the opportunity to speak up. She lies again, and I can feel the frustration in that sigh because it’s so relatable. You’re being lied to, and you know you’re being lied to, but you can’t get to the bottom of it because you weren’t there when whatever happened actually happened, and you don’t have any details. Meanwhile, someone you care about is going through some rough shit, and you can’t help them.

I’d also like to point out that he acknowledges how much Clary cares about Jace. At this point, he probably knows she’s protecting him somehow, and although he appreciates that, he still needs to know what the hell is going on, and he manages to get that point across without disregarding her feelings, which is nice to see. He asks Clary to tell him if it’s anything serious, and she doesn’t even bother lying - she bails. She’s walking out of his office, and you can sense the frustration again. He’s dealing with the possessions and murders, trying to track down the owl, harboring his mother’s secret about being stripped of her runes and exiled (which none of his siblings are currently aware of), and on top of all that, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with Jace because he’s being lied to by both him and Clary. That’s enough to make anyone feel helpless, and helplessness isn’t something you want to feel when you’re the one in charge. In other words, my boy is stressed, honey.

Quick note: I meant what I said about wanting more scenes with Alec and Clary. I’ve always found their dynamic interesting, and now that she’s actively keeping a huge secret from him about Jace, it adds a new level of angst to their relationship, and may actually hinder or prevent their friendship from growing. We know Alec is big on honesty, so this is now the second time he’s asked her flat out what went down at the lake, and she’s lied to his face. I don’t know about you, but I’m super anxious to see how that plays out. Will he lose his shit and have her turned in while he finds a way to protect Jace? Will he ask Magnus to help Jace? Will he be angry at all? Who knows!

Now, it’s Malec time. I know you were waiting for it.

I said something about them being functional, and I can’t even begin to express how happy I am that they are. Alec isn’t just the Shadowhunter fresh out of the closet, and Magnus isn’t some glittery warlock he’s hooking up with. Alec is the head of the institute, actively doing his job and trying to track down a demon that no one’s seen before, and stop it from possessing and killing mundanes. Magnus isn’t the high warlock of Brooklyn anymore, but he’s still useful. He didn’t even want to go to that party in 3x01, but he went anyway, because it was his duty. There’s old, dark, dangerous magic lurking around, and he wants to get to the bottom of it. He’s helpful and supportive. They’re both active - we get to see them actually do things. What I’m trying to say is, I’m a sucker for the soft stuff, but I’m super happy that there’s more to each of them than their relationship. I hope that makes sense! Whew.

Now, back to Alec.

Right off the bat, you can tell he’s going through it. He hasn’t been eating or drinking because he’s so worried. If anyone is able to help Jace, it should be him, but he can’t, because he doesn’t know how. Magnus offers some comforting words (like the kind, thoughtful man he is), and not even five seconds later, Alec is already moving on to the next task. Again with the leadership! Yes, he’s worried about his parabatai, but he’s got other things to deal with as well. They’ve reached a dead end with the owl situation, but he’s still looking for some answers, because let’s be real, do we expect anything less from Alec? Once again, Magnus is ready to help, and Alec is essentially like “cool, thanks”, but he’s still upset, because when you’ve got twenty things going wrong and you can’t fix any of them, it’s hard to take a breather.

I want to talk about him coming back to the institute for a second. (I’m jumping around a lot, I know. I’d apologize, but this is how my brain works. I’ll do better next week, I promise.) The security system goes haywire, and while I’m sitting here thinking their IT department needs to update their firewalls, Alec shows up. Apparently it’s only been down for a few minutes, but the look on his face when the other girl says she hopes it was just a glitch, I just...

(I’m sorry, but I have a weakness for attractive, agitated men. Sue me.)

Anyway, they head down to where Morgan is being kept, and he sees her lying on the ground and takes a pause. She looks dead, but she can’t be. He wanted to save her. Magnus works his magic, and bam! She’s alive and confused, but no longer possessed. Then, Alec reassures her and says she’s okay.

THIS IS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, PEOPLE. Remember when he referred to Simon as “it” while he was a mundane? “Mundanes. Look at them, running around like ants.” I have to admit: sassy, sarcastic, asshole Alec was truly a gem, but I am loving this turnaround. After all, we wouldn’t love certain characters half as much if they didn’t evolve in one way or another, right?

Right. Moving on.

When Alec finds Jace staring into the mirror, I replayed the first few seconds four or five times. Just seeing Jace look so lost and slightly afraid, then Alec comes in teasing him, and he jumps a little, and you can see that cocky facade slipping back into place. I’m pointing that out because Jace is hiding something. He’s hiding something from his parabatai, and Alec picks up on it in a heartbeat. He asks why he pulled the security footage, and naturally, Jace is defensive. Under different circumstances, I’m sure some bickering would ensue, but Alec doesn’t engage. He just wants Jace to know he’s looking out for him. Alec is practically telling him the same thing he told Clary; “I know you’re not alright, you’re lying to me, but I want you to tell me the truth”. (Not verbatim of course, but you guys get what I’m saying.)

I’ve seen some people saying that Alec bringing up Jace’s birth mother’s mental illness was out of line, but I disagree. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with Jace, all he knows is that he hasn’t been sleeping, he looks like hell, and nothing feels right. They deal with other shadowhunters, angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, warlocks, and seelies on a daily basis, but they’re half mundane themselves. They’re human, too. Mental illness is a very human thing, so it wouldn’t make sense to rule that out completely. Jace thinks that Alec is calling him crazy, but he wants him to know that that isn’t what he’s saying. He’s just trying to help - as usual.

I enjoyed this scene because it shows how their relationship has been affected by Jace being under Lilith’s control. In season one, Alec had a problem with Jace running around doing God knows what with Clary. They fought about it, but they got through it. They had a huge fight when Alec tried taking Meliorn to the silent brothers, but they resolved that too. In season two, Alec got possessed and killed Clary’s mother. He was up on the roof, blaming himself, and Jace went up there to talk to him. Alec ended up leaving, but still, they talked it out. (I hope you’re seeing a pattern here.) In the past, they managed to work their shit out and move on. This time, things are different, because neither one of them truly knows what’s going on. Alec has no idea that Jace was literally killed and resurrected, and Jace has no idea that he’s the owl that’s got Alec so stressed.

Honey, we’ve got a big storm coming.

That’s all I’ve got for now, and I’ll be back with more discourse next week. In the meantime, if you have any questions, comments, or requests, let me know, and I’ll happily oblige!

Now, go hunt some shadows! (Or continue scrolling, whatever makes you happy.)

Bye.

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