#i need him to be put in my fromt pocket

[l-venct]

HALLO LITTLE BUDDY!!! ヾ(´〇｀)ﾉ

[alrightberries]

dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

I've always imagine whenever it's Mother's day or S/O's birthday , Kai and Kaito becomes a war of "who can get the most affection and praise" out of them. 😭

The moment he woke up and returned to his senses he slowly got up from the bed and stared at you with a rare smile on his face before crouching down the slightest to kiss the tip of his gloved fingers to soon place in your forehead.

Thankfully you didn't wake up, but you did sleepily whined and burried your face on the pillow claiming even sleeping that it was too early.

"... even getting older you're still a brat." He mused monoustly before shooking his head in disbelief.

He carefully closed the door to let you have your minutes of peace while he made his way to the living room.

Tiny footsteps aproached him and he immediately turned around with a glare at his 3 years old son.

Little rascal also had a light sleep apparently...

"What are you doing up brat? Have any idea what time it is?" The kid deadpanned while walking towards his father.

"Why are you awake if its a bad thing daddy?" Chisaki scoffed at his son question and continued to walk towards the living room, cringing at noticing his little defiant following him.

Come on... one day. Just one day let him have his angel for himself...

He overhauled one part of the floor and took it out a tiny black box and smirked, you always scolded him for getting stupidly expensive things for you every since you two met... but this time he couldn't help himself at seing this on the showcase of some shop.

His kid gaped at seing his present and he smirked to himself, perfectly apparently.

"You're going to give this to mama?" The kid asked monotonously but his usual serious eyes wide open in surprise.

Chisaki nodded before pushing the box in his pocket before grabbing his cellphone to both check the time and also see when the roses were coming.

"Why?"

He deadpanned before looking in surprise at his son, innocently expecting a answer, did he... did he forget?

"Kaito. It's your mother's birthday. Don't tell me you forgot.." He stated simply before he saw his kid widening his eyes in both terror and sadness.

"I DID!" the kid exclaimed before Chisaki shushed him with apalm over his mouth angrily.

"Brat your mother is still sleeping!" He whisper yelled at the kid before letting go of his son, whose now surprisingly was calm again.

The kid deeply thought for a second before letting a "oh!" And running back to his room in hurry.

"... I am not even going to ask. I would only lose time and pacience..." he sighed in annoyance before he saw the message that it was soon going to be there what he had comanded...

Now the real problem... food.

He refused to ask help to Chrono with those things, especially when it was his wife's birthday but god helped him on making a decent food because he couldn't cook for shit.

And he wouldn't ask a take out or to other subbordinate of his to do it. If he didn't saw how the food was made or didn't trust the people at all he wouldn't even spare a glance at it, neither his angel.

Absolutely not. He was instrict to those things, and that's final.

When he entered the kitchen he fkund his son furiously drawing on a paper before mumbling some incoherents words and kneading them to went for a another one.

".. you're going to clean this up later brat." The kid nodded while he looked for a book to at least help him a bit.

Now... what was the easiest and cleanest thing to do as a breakfast that you enjoyed?

"Daddy you don't know how to cook." He glared at his smirking son on the table with fire in his eyes "But I'm not complaining. That means mama will like my gift the most."

He sighed in annoyance before stopping at one page. Waffles sounded easy and he had already saw you eating once... and to colaborate he had the machine.

Score.

"Of course. A messy drawing of a rascal would surpass a jewelry, and that's only one of the things I am going to give it to her."

"Daddy; a drawing, a kiss on the cheek from me to mama is enough to leave her with a smile on her face... and besides!" He kid smiled devilish at him "I can say 'I love you mama', different from you!" He pointed at Chisaki, who now seemed irritated, while he sended another death glare at the toddler, putting angrily another pair of much more longer gloves... just in case.

This brat knew how to get on his nerves...

"Remind me again how many years you know your mother, Chisaki Kaito." He said monotonously before placing the items on separately.

"Uh... my whole life?"

"Exactly. Three years in total. Put that plus all the years that I dated and years of marriage. Who is in advantage in here?" The kid opened his mouth before Chisaki bitterly interrupted "The answer is clearly not you. You lost today son of mine." He said while poring the solids ingredients on the bowl.

"No I didn't!"

"Don't increase your tone of voice." He now went to grab the eggs, making a disgusting face already.

He had to break them? And these disgusting yolk were on it?

Those gloves he was using were going to the freaking trash can after this.

He hitted the egg carefully on the counter and deadpanned at seing it didn't even cracked.

"Can I break them?" The kid asked with seriousness in his eyes but alresdy at his father side pleading silently.

"No. You're going to make a mess." The kid pouted at his father comment.

"No I am not. Mama always let me break the eggs."

"Does she now..?" He mused before trying again with more force, accidentally letting a bit of the egg white spill on the counter.

"SH--- dammit!" He almost cursed in front of his three year old child.

"What was that part about me making a mess daddy?" The kid asked more innocently than everthing as he stared at the eggwhite sliding down the kitchen counter.

"Kaito grab a handkerchief. Disgusting..." he growled the last part as he angrily throwed the broken shells on the trash.

The little boy obyed to his father's order and grabbed a tiny handkerchief and went to wipe it off before Chisaki yanked it out of his hands to pass a cleaning product on it.

"There. You can't clean without these." He handed back the handkerchief to his son before hesitantly picking another egg, this time wenting to break him in the bowl instead.

"Daddy can I please break this instead?" The kid tried again but winced at the muffled shout of anger of his father at the moment he let some of the eggshells drop in the bowl.

He sighed before he sended another annoyed glare at his smilling son.

"... grab a chair midget." He growled while he picked the handkerchief from the now gleaming boy to scrub himself the place where he had dirtied in disgust.

The kid pushed the chair to his father side and eargly grabbed one as his father merely stared at it, unamused.

Chisaki had to control his anger and surprised face when he saw his three years old son, perfectly cracking a egg on the bowl without any mistakes. The kid throwed the shells away in the trash before quickly washing his hands, shortly after extending his tiny chubby arms to his father with a 'ta-da!'.

"Shut it egg breaker." He flicked his son's forehead before chuckling lowly at his son giggles.

He went to grab the food mixer before his son called him again, this time with a quite worried tone of voice.

"What?" He asked annoyed while his son pointed at the bowl.

"When I see mama making waffles she usually breaks the eggs separately and beaten them before mixing with the other things."

"... pardon?" He now grabbed the book to only read what his son had said... he had skipped that part...

"I... it's not much of a difference."

Come on what could change if you didn't beaten the eggs earlier right?

Before he noticed, Kaito had grabbed the food mixer and before he could stop him the kid had turned it on the maximun... spilling on both of them.

He twitched his eye in complete disgust and irritation while his son merely stared at it ahile saying a 'Ops...'

"Yeah... 'ops' Kaito, is definitely the right word. Surely." He bitterly and sarcastically said while his son sended him a guilty smile.

"Sorry?"

He sighed while abruptly closing his book and grabbing the bowl looking at it.

"I guess there is still some to make at least two or three... Let's leave them on the machine for now. Both of us need a shower... urgently." He said to his son who obediently nodded, helping him clean up the mess before he went along to the bathroom.

~

You had woken up with the sounds of whisper yells and the smell of something burning.

...wait. SOMETHING WAS BURNING?!

You got up on your feet and quicly dressed up on something before running out of your bedroom to follow the disgusting and terrifying smell.

Oh god it was coming from the kitchen...

You oppened the door in worry before deadlanning at the scene in fromt of you...

Your husband and son... trying to take what seemed like a burned waffle out of the machine with knifes.

You silently made your way out, to not disturb them before closing the door.

What has gotten in your boys to do this? And since when Kai wanted to cook something?

Kurono appeared on the hallway with a 'tired as fuck' expression and stared at you, while pointing at the door, silently demanding answers.

"Kai and Kaito are cooking something." You answered not so sure of yourself anymore.

Hari suddenly widened his dark eyes and looked at the direction of the door before letting out a snicker.

"No wonder the smell of burnt. I get it. Ah by the way (Y/N)." You looked up at the man whose now was pointing at the door.

"There is a little present from Chisaki for you outside." He said while waving his hand, walking away from there "Happy birthday I guess."

You widened your eyes at his words, now everthing made sense... you giggled before going to the door and see a rather beautiful bouquet of golden and red roses.

You shook your head in disbelief with a smile, scenting the sweet aroma of the flowers in front of you.

Kai never changed...

"Maybe its better a take out?" "Absolutely not... although there's nothing much we can do for now..."

You heard both voices of your husband and baby getting out of the kitchen.

"There is the other one that turned out good at least." The kid pointed before Chisaki deadpanned.

"One. One only."

You aproached both of them who were with their backs turned to you.

"Angel I know you're behind me." You yelped, before you could even poke your husband shoulder he had caught you.

Your baby smiled widely before hugging you tightly to him while saying 'Happy birthday mama! I love you with all my heart!'

"Aww thank you sweetie! I love you too!" Chisaki scoffed before he pointed with his palm at his son.

"This brat only reminded that what it was today only because I said it to him." The kid gasped while you giggled, picking your son up even despite having the bouquet on your hands.

"He is a child Kai." You whispered affectionately while he only rolled his eyes.

You went to thank him with a kiss on his masked nose before the hand of your son prevented you from doing it.

"No kissing mama! Is gross!" The kid whined while you almost burst out laughing at your husband's expression of oure annoyance and irritation.

Karma is a bitch isn't Chisaki?

"Alright! Alright! Maybe later~" you winked at your husband whose merely lifted an eyebrow of his, but still behing that mask had a smirk...

Your son immediately protested though.

"Here. Angel." You looked up in confusion before he montioned for you to turn your back to him.

You eyed him suspiciously bit obeyed anyway, soon feeling the brush of his gloved fingers on your neck before you felt the cold materia of a necklace.

"Kai..." you mused desperately before turning it to him, smilling at the subtle sigm of his own behind that black mask of his.

"Only the flowers weren't enough?" You asked sarcastically before you sighed in hopeless at the affectionate shook of his head.

"A golden necklace isn't much... especially when the person receiving is you angel of mine."

"Can I at least know how much you payed for this mister?"

"For you to scold me later? No. I threw all the hints away. So stick with that." He said harshly but you laughed anyway.

He sighed before lowering his mask and placing his gloved hand to cover his son's eyes.

"Just accept it brat, I'm kissing your mother anyway." He said before crashing his soft lips in yours.

Kaito immediately made a 'ew' before placing hsi own hand over his ears to not even hear a sound, even if you two were silent...

The moment he separated he looked deep i your eyes before murmuring lowly in the skin of your cheek

'I love you. Happy birthday (y/n)'

Despite years of knowing him and being married, hearing those words were still somehow a little difficult to hear since Chisaki preferred to show this with actions and gifts than anything else.

But every time you listened from his voice, it was just so... intense and honest, it made your spine shiver as your whole body warmed up.

"Take that rascal." He mumbled to his son, taking his hand off from his son's eyes to push his mask back up.

"Huh?" The kid had listened nothing...

"Here." Kai llaced his hand in your lower back "There is still some things."

"More?" You asked in disbelief "You can't be serious..."

"Was I ever a man to joke around?"

Sighs...

No. No he wasn't.

[popculturebuffet]

Mickey Mouse Birthday Shortstravaganza!

It’s Mickey and Minnie’s Birthday! It was 92 Years Ago Today everyone’s faviorite mouse came in on a tide of whistling, romance and animal abuse and swept into America’s hearts and wallets. Okay I am a day late on this, I had a busy day, but hey a belated celebratoin’s still good right? Right? Eh i’m doing it anyway.   Anyway since then he’s been one of animations most iconic characters, and while out of the classic power trio I vastly prefer donald and goofy, they still woudln’t be around without Disney’s big cheese and having not seen a ton of Mickey’s shorts, I felt I owed it to the big eared one to take a look at a bunch of his shorts for his birthday and see how I liked em. If your curious about my previous Donald Duck marathon, it’s CLICK THIS LINK.  Unlike last time all of these shorts are on Disney+ as more of Mickey’s library is on there and one or two of these were added recently, as Disney tends to add a few a month. I do wish there were more on there.. but unlike with say the handful of shows they haven’t put on there, i’m a bit more forgiving here. For one thing, YouTube has all the shorts available from various uploaders and DIsney hasn’t touched them despite Plus’ launch. Given like most companies Disney usually has their bots a cirlcing for their content, this has to be delebrate on there part and it’s a good gesture from the company. So while not in crisp HD like the Plus copies, or as easily avaliable, you can find any short that’s happened. So the shorts not all being up at once isn’t an issue like most of the shows that are absent on Plus. 

They also heavily need to cherry pick their library as some shorts simply haven’t aged well or have offensive stuff. With the exception of “The Beach Picnic”, which has a racist caricature of native americans via ants.. yes really, most of the shorts are fine to show kids, and have aged pretty well. And as my last marathon showed some shorts.. just haven’t. While not you know racist, seriously why is the Beach Picnic on there?, “Donald’s Penguin”, while utterly adorable at first, ends with Donald trying to murder a baby penguin with a shot gun. No amount of content warnings is going to get past one of their beloved icons pointing a shotgun at a baby. While Disney’s self conciousness can be silly, the splash edit and not putting the Darkwing Duck episode “Hot Spells” on plus for instance, this is one time when I can agree with them: if someone is curious about a paticuarlly offensive short or a propoganda one, youtube exists. But given Plus is trying to be all ages and dosen’t have censoring they have to be careful what they put on there, and I can respect that. I don’t think anyone’s crying a river over the fact that the goofy short where his reflection keeps saying “Hey Fat”, over and over while he struggles with his weight isn’t on Disney Plus and thankfully never will be. But seriously get rid of the “Beach Picnic”. It’s not a good short and you already have one batch of native american stereotypes with “Peter Pan”, I don’t think racist ants are the hill you want to die on disney.

So yeah, this time all of these are from Disney Plus, and since I watched them all at once, their in Watch order rather than chronological like last time. So with all that out of the way...

After the cut

1. Steamboat Willie (1928): It’s All Fun and Games Until Mickey Strangles an Innocent Duck Starting from the obvious source, Steamboat Willie was the start of Mickey’s career. And it’s.. okay. The animation is fantastic and the first half is pretty good: Theirs a pretty good gag with one of the cows. But the finale, with Mickey abusing various animals just isn’t that funny A LITTLE rattling of an animal for comedy is fine.. but the things Mickey does here are just sociopathic> And yes I know it was the 1920′s, but even in that lawless, racist, sexist time, they knew better than to strangle a duck, or, in the moment that puts it over the top, remove suckling pigs fromt heir mom and then play a pig’s teats like an insturment to make it squeal musically.. I assure you I did not make this up. That actually happens.  The pacing is also fairly slow at points, with some gags dragged out, though that can be chalked up to having no way to edit the damn thing, so that part I can forgive more.  What makes up for it, like I said, are some good jokes, and some gorgeous animation. Decades later and while clearly made a long time ago, it still looks vibrant and really pops even in black and white. It shows just how talented Disney was and how far the company could go with this medium.  One last thing to note is Mickey’s Early personality. While he’d retain trickster aspects at times, here he bounces between the loveable jolly mouse we’d come to know for the rest of his career who sometimes has a wild streak.. and a total asshole who strangles a duck. It’s just intresting to see such a diffrent side of him,  most of which would end up going to Donald over time. Overall the short is decent, not the best of Disney’s catalogue but worth a watch for the historical significance despite it’s shortcomings, pun unintended. 

2. Thru the Mirror (1936): That Was a Weird One This was easily my favorite of the bunch and as of now, my favorite Mickey Mouse Theatrical Short. Part of it is that it’s entirely bonkers; The film STARTS with Mickey , sound asleep, some how astral projecting as his soul, his spirit or whatever lead shis body and having been reading Alice Thorugh the Looking Glass, goes into a mirror world. But instead of encountring evil goatee mickey, he encounters a bunch of living objects and a bunch of fun set pieces for jokes ensue. He dances with playing cards, fights an army of them, has a sword fight with the king after dancing with the queen which.. no Mickey, bad mickey, your in a relationship and so is she. Bad Mouse bad. It is entirely fucking insane, even including a living nut cracker which.. words can’t.. look

They.. they had to know how this looked right? did the director have a ball busting fetish? I mean okay if he did, nothing wrong with that, but maybe don’t put it in your children’s cartoon.  That being said it does eat the shells which I find creative. And that’s what really makes this one pop. The creativity. Not a single minute is boring, every minute has something intresting going on, but without throwing too muchi n your face. It’s just a wonderful short and one that like Mr. Duck Steps out, i’ll be rewatching a LOTTTT. 

3. Mickey’s Rival (1936): Mortimer: The Original Bro From the same year we have disappointment. Having grown up with the disney classic House of Mouse, I was a huge fan of Mortimer. So when I first saw this, I was happy to see where he came from.. then justifably blocked it out of my mind till this review. While I love mortimer, I love Mickey having a sleazy rival and one diffrent than Pete who has different goals and tactics than the big guy. But his debut just has him as an obnoxious snickering bro.. which to be fair is who he is, but without the venre of charm his later version would have.  Mortimer just spends the short being a pranking douche, and blatantly hitting on Minnie in front of Mickey while their on a date. Which even in an open relationship is a no no, so he has no leg to stand on.. metaphorically. He also walks weird in this one because, and this is true, he’s carying 9 volt batteries in his pants. Yes really. That’s the level of Douche we’re dealing with. Someone so up their own ass they carry batteries int heir pocket instead of money or a mask or children’s trading cards like a normal person or a me.  What makes it frustrating is Minnie just swoons over the guy. And not like “Awww he’s so funny”, I mean romantically then has the gaul to say “your just jealous” when Mickey is understandably fuming over the jackass who swooped in, pranked him, is hitting on his girlfriend in front of him by teasing a bull, and in general is just the worst. Yes.. yes he is. Justifably. Jealousy is an ugly emotion but there’s a line between some dude bro like Mortimer getting mad your friends with someone you could be in a relationship with, boy, girl, neither, both, whatever your into, and Mickey getting mad his girlfriend is chuckling all over her ex who agian, crashed their date and treated him like garbage and is very transparently hitting on her in the middle of it.  It’s also just not a very funny short, outside of the bit pictured and tha’ts more for the sheer aburdity of Mortimer elctifying his pant for a really dumb gag about stealing people’s pants button. He’s very lucky we didn’t see Mickey’s Epic Mickey is what i’m saying. But given he’s a frat bro, the 1930′s version granted but a bro nonetheless,  he’d probably find that hilarious until he noticed the sheer size and scope.  Overall a forgetable, frustrating short. The one bright spot is mickey and mortimer’s cars which have faces and stuff and look neat.. otherwise it was just a waste of my time and the only good thing it did was bringing Mortimer into our lives. And that ain’t nothing. 

4. Mickey Down Under (1948): ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

This is a quick one.. because this one was a vacum. I mean I can at least say for Mickey’s Rival it’s interesting.. i’ts not good but it’s interesting. this is just.. Mickey farts around with a boomerang with his dog and then pisses off an ostrich. There’s not really a lot of consequence or intrest is what i’m saying. I can’t even find a good opening to make a letterkenny joke. No one got close to fucking an ostrich here. It’s telling by the fact theirs no gif’s of this one that no one cares and it baffles me this is one of the ones Disney chose to gussy up for D+ release. But still no donald messing around with a robot? 

5. The Band Concert (1935): That’s More Like It.  Okay scooting back a year we have the band concert. This is my third time watching this one and it’s a delight. Like the last one I don’t have a ton to say.. but it’s more because this one is just so good rather than because it wasted my time. It’s got a fun concept and the breakout performance from my boy donald duck as he constantly fucks with the band’s performance by either getting in their faces or hilariously pulling Flute’s out of thin heir. I miss that gimmick for donald, his love of pulling objects out of the either via magic and shenanigans. They should bring it back. Also his shenanigans remind me of opus and that’s never a bad thing. 

Also Horace takes off his shirt. For the Ladies. A Classic for good reason. 

6. On Ice (1935): Donald is a Bastard Man Another great one from the same year. This time around we have what i’ve come to call a Mickey and the Gang Messaround. This is back when Donald and Goofy were supporting characters, so generally each of the big three do something, usually coming together for the climax.  In this case Mickey tries to help Minnie with her skating, with him adorably following her around with a pillow before showing off for her, just really sweet stuff. Goofy’s bit is hilariously dumb, as fitting my boy, as he feeds fish tobaco to get them to spit into a spitoon, and tries to club them, with predictable results. While not the most enivrionmentally friendly just the sheer oddness, the fact it sort of works minus him actually clubbing them, and one of hte fish smacking him in the face all make it work.  The only bit that reallyd osen’t is Donald and pluto... it was present a bit before but here illustrates why I really dread Pluto based shorts. While I don’t hate the dog, he’s a dog I love dogs, most of the gags in his old shorts, and even up to mouseworks are him either being blamed for shit that’s not his fault, a pet peve of mine, or being tourtured in some way...

But dosen’t work at all now. He puts the poor dog on skates and then laughs at him and even sings a song mocking the poor dog, before justifably nearly ending up going over a watterfall, then ending up clubbed in the head. Good. I love donald but good god is he unsympathetic here.. and for some reason they teamed the two up again for more shorts! Why. It’s why I don’t get why Pluto was the star of his own shorts: if this is all they had.. why do it? Was the 30′s, 40′s and 50′s equilvent of a micheal bay audience really that into dog abuse?  So yeah otherwise a good short but that segment drags it down. not Donald’s best work. 

7. Clock Cleaners(1937): This is a Great One Not much to say on this one. It’s pretty good, has some fun set pieces, and some great jokes from all three characters. Mickey deals with a seagull, donald effs with a main spring and Goofy fights some statues. All good clean fun. My lack of brevity is more because I don’t have any jokes rather than this genuinely being bad. It’s pretty good. 

8.. Mickey and the Seal(1948): More Pluto Torture Porn! 

This one’s more of a mixed bag. On the one hand, it is really cute, as a young seal ends up going home with mickey after he visits the zoo to feed them fish. On the other hand.. it’s mostly Pluto chasing after the seal, Mickey being kind of a dick to pluto and not getting he clearly saw SOMETHING in his house, and then teasing him at the end despite him having been right. That being said the ending, with the seal brining back all it’s buddies to mickey’s house, is fricking amazing. ALso the seals in this unvierse who aren’t antrho can speak. That.. that raises a lot of questions I don’t think disney can answer. 

9. Ye Olden Days (1933): Jaunty Dueling Music Now this.. this was a fun one. Mickey and Minnie head to Medivil times, proving that the current shorts tendency to jaunt to various settings isn’t a new thing, and it’ sjust a much of a fun change up here as it was there. Mickey, a wondering minstral, ends up trying to rescue Minnie after her father throws her in a dungeon for not wanting to marry Prince Dippy Dog, who hopes she can learn to love him. I can’t tell if he’s genuine or a dick here. But it’s fun, especially the part where, after Minnie declares she loves mickey which.. it’s been a few hours slow down, they decide on a duel and thus sing some ragtime, 1930′s getting ready for duel music that’s just catchy. if X Of Swords ever gets a movie, I want to use this song. Just.. really good stuff. A fun short with some great gag,s a great concept, and my boy goofy as the villian. What’s not to like? Alright one more. 

10. MIckey’s BIrthday Party (1942): Big Chicken Breasts We end on another all together now, Mickey and the Gang Messaround that was a great note to end on. I did watch another short, Pluto’s Birthday party.. but it was both more of a Pluto short and more Pluto torture nonsense, so yeah, skipping that one, as I ended up one short of my 12 goal because I can’t count, apparently. So Mickey gets 10, but this one’s a good note to go out on. 

Minnie throws a suprise party for mickey which almost turns into a live sex celebration as Mickey clearly is a wee bit horny going in. But it turns into a fun dance party, with Donald throwing out razzes like a good buddy, Goofy making a cake, and some fun gags with a piano they all bought him. It’s a really good short. That’s the problem with Mickey Shorts and doing all D+ ones: There just isn’t the weirdly offensive stuff to talk about there is. He’s not a bad character, but there’s a reason in every short that features all three, Donald and Goofy easily outshine him. Mickey’s not a bad character, but when not in trickster mode, there just isn’t a lot for him to do. It’s why the comics reinvented him, much like they did for donald, into a plucky detective/reporter who reguarly sovles crimes. He’s not bad, and as seen with Ye Olden Days and Thru the Miror, his blank slateness cna be put to good effect and house of mouse gave him more of a personality, but here he’s just the bland good guy to Donald’s loveable scmap and goofy’s loveable dumbass. It’s an issue comedy has to this day: having a lead whose just.. not as intresting as the rest of the ensemble.  There is weirdness to note, as Donald dances with Clara Cluck> That’s not the weird part, he and daisy took a while to be etched in stone. The weird parts are 1. Donald wearing a sombrero and smoking a cigar, and 2. Clara’s MASSIVE boobs.. yes really. Clara Cuck has giant breasts. Like actual boobs that sway around while she dances with donald. it’s.. bizzare. Not terrible, who doesn’t like big chicken boobs but just.. really really weird to see ina  Disney cartoon.But yeah it’s jus ta fun note to end on. 

And that was MIckey’s Birthday special. I enjoyed it even if I had less to say than I thought. If you liked this review, you can comission your own for five bucks, just hit up my pms or my discord , avaliable on request. You can check out my ohter disney reviews in the disney tab on my blog and until next time, ther’es always another rainbow. 

[fiftyshadesgrl]

Captured part one

Dean chose to go at this hunt alone. Thats what led him here, he was informed that there was a demon lurking nearby the bunker so in the middle of the night he chose to sneek out and take care of it himself. What he didnt know is there were ten more demons with the one he was told about.

He tried to fight them off but he was out numbered. He tried to reach for his cellphone but one of the demons punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Dean winchester, i cannot express how much pleasure it gives me to finally meet you." One of the demons, dean guessed it was the leader said kneeling down beside him.

Dean snickered, cocky as ever. "Buddy i wish i could say the same." That remark earned dean another punch to the jaw.

"Woooo." The demon yelled, "you dont disappoint. I cant wait to show you everything we have in store for you."

"Eat me." Dean spit the venomus words out, all he got in return is laughter. Then dean heard sirens from a cop car, dean lunged forward grabbing his gun firing a shot into the air. The cop car turned and headed that way. Before dean could get his feet under him another demon knocked him on his back, kicking the gun from his hand.

The cop car stopped right in front of them, the driver side door opened and dean could see his feet as he walked around the car. "Whatve we got here?" The cop said, dean opened his mouth to speak when the cop kneeled down in fromt of him. "Dean winchester, we have been looking for you for a long time." The cops eyes flashed black and he smiled a sadistic smile.

Deans eyes went wide as he said "son of a bitch." The cop used the but of his gun and hit dean in the head, knocking him out cold.

As dean lay on the ground unconcious the demons gathered around. "Alright," the leader spoke, "trey you take him back to the station and make sure he stays there. We will take care of the other arrangements."

The cop, known as trey nodded and dragged dean to his car. He slapped some handcuffs on him before shoving him in the backseat. Trey got in and drove off taking dean to the police station. The leader then picked deans cell phone up from the ground and texted sam and deans girlfriend (Y\N).

'More demons than i thought. Need your help asap. Meet me at the police station.'

He hit send then smashed the phone. One of the demons stepped forward. "Now what do we do lucian?"

Lucian the leader smiled and crouched down outside the bunker. "Now we just wait for the mice to take the bait."

Readers pov

I couldnt sleep without dean, i dont know where he went but he better get his ass home fast. I stood in the kitchen drinking my bottle of water when my phone buzzed from the counter. A text from dean came in, when i read it i instantly became worried. It didnt sound like dean, its not something he would text plus he wouldve called not texted.

A few minutes later sam came sprinting down the hall, "hey, you get a text from dean too?" He asked, i nodded and i could see the same worry on his face that i felt. "Its not dean."

I nodded "i know, thats what is worrying me. If its not him then who is it."

"Dont know but i know the police station is a trap. Thats more than likely where deans at." Sam said as he walked down the hallway back to his room to get ready, i followed right behind him.

"What are we gonna do." I asked from the doorway.

He was packing everything we needed for demon hunting. "We go in smart."

I nodded and ran to mine and deans room to get dressed. I slid my demon blade into my boot and placed my gun in the waistband of my jeans. After i was completely sure i remembered everything i ran back to sams room where he was just finishing putting on his flannel.

"You ready?" Sam asked throwing the duffle bag over his shoulder.

I nodded, "i just hope hes okay."

Sam smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Its dean we are talking about. You know hes probably sitting tied up somewhere pissed that he cant kill them all hisself."

I smiled and nodded, "yeah thats true."

We walked up the bunker stairs and made our way out to the garage. Sam walked and opened the trunk and threw the duffle bag in the back. Just as sam shut the trunk he was ambushed from behind, being slammed into the trunk.

"Sam!" I yelled and pulled my gun out. I aimed it right between the mans eyes as he smiled at me. He flashed his eyes black but it didnt deter me, i fired off a shot the bullet landing right between his eyes. Little did that demon know, the gun that fired the bullet was the colt itself.

The demon let go of sam and fell to the ground dead. At that moment two more demons appeared and tried to grab sam. "(Y/N) run!" Sam yelled but i couldnt leave him. The one bigger man slammed sams head into the trunk of the car, sam fell to the ground limp.

I fired off another shot but the demon dodged it. He dashed around the car cornering me at the back of the garage. It was dark back here and we didnt turn the light on. Fear turned to panic when it went silent. No footsteps, no voices, nothing but silence.

"Sam!" I yelled but he didnt answer. "Damn it." I whispered holding one of my hands out in front of me trying to feel if anyone was around me. I felt nothing but air, but i could feel him watching me. I knew he was still here. Just as i thought about bolting something hit me in the side of the head and i knew no more.

.............

Dean was starting to come to, he had no idea how long he had been out or where he was. His head pounded more than the worst hangover and his eyes felt like there was sand in them. He opened his eyes slowly and the florescent light above him made his head ache that much worse.

He looked around when he finally was able to keep his eyes open and focus. He was handcuffed to a chair, a long metal table was in front of him with another metal chair at the other end. One door was to his front and to his right was a two way mirror. A police station. He had to be in a police station, he had seen more than his share of them in his life so he ought to know.

He tested the handcuffs but there was no way of getting loose without the keys. Just then the door opened and the same damn demon walked in smiling. He placed a cup of coffee in front of dean and motioned for him to drink it.

The demon then chuckled, "how silly of me. You cant drink if youre handcuffed to a chair now can you."

Dean felt a sliver of hope, thinking the demon was going to uncuff him. The demon fiddled around in his pocket and pulled out a straw and placed it in the cup.

"There ya go. Problem solved." The demon said sitting on the table in front of dean. Dean just glared at him, never taking a sip. "You might wanna drink that. Youll need to be fully aware for the next event."

"And what event is that?" Dean asked in a growl.

The demon chuckled and stood up. "Its a surprise deano." Just the the door opened again and another demon dean recognuzed walked in and whispered in the main guys ear. "Wonderful!" The demon exclaimed.

He walked over to dean and bent down to his eye level. "Lets have some fun."

@an-unhealthy-obsession @vicmc624

[parabellum-rpg-archive]

Congratulations, Kelly! You’ve been accepted to play Elijah Williams. Your request to change his FC to Taron Egerton has also been approved. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: KELLY, ASPDGOIASDG YOU SNEAKY, SNEAKY GIRL. You solidified my love at “twat breath”. - Admin J

IC INFORMATION —

CHARACTER DESIRED

Elijah Williams

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

Elijah likes to create his own luck. He see’s an opportunity and takes it, whether it’s generally a good idea or not. To him, all that matters is living in the moment, and sometimes the moment gets a little heated. If he had to choose between living a long and boring life or dying young and reckless, he would choose the latter in a heartbeat. He has already lived many different lives from the time he was born to the time he was finally accepted into the Sinclair business family; from only child, to eldest child of five, to homeless, to working several jobs, to finally living his life’s passion. He will, and has, fight anyone who fucks with the Sinclair’s or any of their other employees for that matter. They’re the real family he’s wanted his whole life and he doesn’t plan on going quietly if anyone tries to ruin that for him.

WRITING SAMPLE

Elijah slowly breathed out, the cigarette smoke creating a cloud in front of his face before it was taken by the soft nighttime wind. He tapped on the stick to rid it of some of the ash before bring it back to his lips and inhaling deeply once again. If he hadn’t had a meeting that was about to take place it would actually seem like a rather peaceful night. The sky was clear and you could see a handful of stars despite the lights from the city. Hearing a noise from further down the alleyway, Elijah breathed out his latest hit and then flicked what remained of the bud off to the side. He stood upright fromt he wall he’d been leaning on and put his hands in his pocket as he watched a dark figure walking closer to him.

“Danny.”

The way the name rolled off Elijah’s tounge was indicitive of just how this was about to play out. Danny was a new customer to the Sinclair’s, but not new enough that he hadn’t already amassed a debt that he still had yet to pay back. Elijah had to give it to him, at the very least. At least he showed up. And at least he wasn’t running away now that he was sure it wasn’t going to be a happy meeting.

Once the two men came face to face, Elijah could see the fear in the others eyes. Good. Nobody needed to be hearing about some schmuck who took advantage of the Sinclair’s and got away with it. And that’s exactly what this guy seeemed to be trying to do.

Without a word, Elijah brought his fist back and then connected it with the side of Danny’s jaw, instantly hearing cracking that suggested he had just shattered his jaw. Well at least he didn’t have to worry about him snitching any time soon.

The man whimpered, doubled over clutching his face, and Elijah took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach until he lay on the ground, still not fighting back and accepting the consequences for his actions.

Elijah straightened his shirt, looking down at the man as he curled up in a ball, probably waiting to see if there would be more. But tonight there wouldn’t. Elijah had done what he was sent out to do, and he was sure he had gotten the message across clear as day. Just then his cell phone rang and he picked it up, switching from angry to boyish in the matter of seconds.

“What’s up twat breath. Yeah, I just finished the job with Danny boy. Not a peep, didn’t even fight back, just kind of went with it. I like him.”

[bleedingrose7098]

¤ His Silver Rose ~ Chapter 2 ¤

Chapter Title ~ Mysterious Rose

Language ~ English

Song reference ~ Rose By Leehi

(Summary ~ Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was determined to make this one blossom into the beautiful flower he knew she could be.)

(READ PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 FIRST!)

☆ Taehyung's Point of view ☆

"Thank you for shopping with us sir. If you ever need a replacement or exchange, here is a gift card." The lady said with a warm smile.

Only two minutes ago she was screaming to her co-worker about how 'Kim Taehyung is in our store! ThE KiM TaEhYuNg!' I stiffled my laugh when i heard her friend groan. Now she put on a polite smile and served me as she would of for any costumer. I appreciated her for that.

I picked up the bag of velvet collars i bought for (Y/n) from the counter and also the pen which was at the corner of the counter. I signed the reciept with my signature and slid the thin piece of paper over to her.

"Don't tell your friend." I whispered to her with a wink. She nodded frantically and folded the reciept neatly into her pocket.

I smiled at them both before walking out of the building and towards Minho's car.

After (Y/n) fell asleep in my arms i decided it would be best for her to stay in the car whilst i completed the rest of the forms. I was hoping to get her ears pieced so that sje could wear earrings instead of collars but she was too cute to wake up.

I opened the door to the car and got in silently. I tucked the bag between my feet and shut the door behind me.

"Are you done?" Minho asked tiredly. He yawned and swept his hamd through his hair, one of the habits that i usually saw from Jimin.

"Yeah. Could you drive me back to the dorms?" I asked with a sigh. He raised his brow at me.

"Are you sure? They aren't gonna be happy that you brought a hybrid home right after yelling at them." He pointed out. I nodded.

"I know but i need to do this sooner or later. And I'd rather (Y/n) get comfortable in my dorm room rather than in my guest room in your apartment." I laughed.

"Alright. You can always come if you need to cool down. Alright?" He said. I nodded with a smile.

"Thanks Hyung." I told him before looking into the back seat to see (Y/n) staring up into the cars roof while she layed on her back.

"You're awake?" I asked her. She nodded.

"I woke up after you got into the car." She explained quietly.

"Ahh I'm sorry. Was i too loud?" I asked with a sigh. I sheepishly scratched the back of my head. Damn it i should have been more quieter. I feel bad for disturbing her sleep.

"No. It wasn't your volume. I just smelt you. It was familliar. So i woke up." She told me. I nodded as if i understood but i truly didn't have a clue what she meant by that. Do i smell so bad i woke her up?

Minho chuckled beside me as he watched me battle with my thoughts.

"(Y/n) do you know japanese?" I asked out of nowhere as my mimd wondered back to when she told me her full name.

"Yes." She repleid simply. My head tilted in lack of knowledge.

"Do you know any other languages?" I asked her. 

"English and Korean." She said. She has a habit of saying something without an explanation.

"How did you learn english?" I asked on. Minho nudged my thigh, telling me i should stop asking but i was too curious.

"I learnt it in Australia." She told me. I hummed and nodded.

I will find out more about you. You keep pulling me in, making me more curious.

A mysterious rose with thorns that i get drawn into touching.

☆ Timeskip ☆

"Alright were here. Good luck." Minho told me as he pulled up his car into the Bts dormitory Parking lot.

I sighed and looked into the backseats where (Y/n) was sitting boredly.

"This is the place (Y/n)." I told her before getting out of the car then openening (Y/n)'s door.

I unbuckled her seatbelt then moved to the side so she could hop out of the car. Once she was out i closed the door behind her then tapped on the car window. Minho opened the window as i started to speak.

"Thanks for today hyung. I really appreciate it." I told him. He smiled at us both warmly.

"Anytime." He replied. Then he closed the car window and drove iut of the exit.

☆ (Y/n)'s Point of view ☆

I looked up at the building that stood infront of us with my lips slightly parted. Was this really where he lived? The sun was going doing making the sky a pinky red colour with little to no clouds present.

"You live here?" I asked him softly. He nodded before scratching the back of his head.

"So...What do you think? It's your new home." He told me. I looked blankly at The building. I looked at the windows that were sure to have let alot of light in. I pictured myself sleeping on the carpet in a patch of sunlight contently without being kicked off of it and shoved into a basement. Maybe this time would be different.

"It's okay." I told him. My tone of voice hadn't changd since i first met him. He probably noticed how i always seemed far off and distant. Maybe abit cold towards him too. But i meant what i said... i do hate humans. He wasn't an exception.

He sighed then slightly nudged me forward down the path to the front door.

"Well come on then. Let's go in." He said with a gummy smile. His smile somehow made me feel happy. It made me feel safe.

I followed his lead and walked down the path, staring at the plants and flowers that was in the garden. Almost lile a different world.

Then the fromt door opened. A man stormed out and came towards up both.

"Where have you been!?" He screamed at Taehyung. My ears quickly pressed against my head as i stumbled back then hid behind Taehyung.

"Quiet will you!? Don't scare her!" Taehyung hissed towards his hyung.

The man stepped back in anger.

"Excuse me?!" He continued yelling. I whimpered and pressed my head into Taehyung's back. Not again. Please not again.

Taehyung ignored the man and turned around towards me.

"Hey it's okay. He's just really angry with me." He told me with a sheepish smile. I closed my eyes and oressed my head against his chest.

"Can i carry you to my room? Then you won't have to go through my member's yelling me." He told me. I nodded quickly and let him pick me up bridal style.

He pushed his hung to the side as he carried me through his house. I could hear his gasp as he stumbled into the bushes. His members all had furrowed brows as they layed their eyes on me. Taehyung opened a door and then set me gently on his bed.

"I'll be back okay? I have to deal with them." He told me. I nodded hesitantly.

"Don't leave me alone for too long." I whispered towards him as he walked over to the door.

He turnt back towards me and showed me his boxy smile that i have come to secretly love.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

(Author-Nim ~ Comment what you think?! ILY Mochies!)

[peter-pan-hoe]

Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

(reposted from my old Avengers blog)

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

After stopping some idiots from shooting up a gas station, I decided to head to the only place I would find a snack and some friends that were still awake at this hour.

Walking down the alley that leads to the biker bar Iike, I could sense someone following me, just like I had been able to the past however many nights.

Just like the other times I sense someone following me, I ignored it as to not let them on to the fact I knew they were there.

I Reached the large door at the end of the alley with the huge pit bull painted on it.

  “Heya Cupcake,” Batch called to me when I walked in. “You want your usual?”

  “Yes please!” I grinned at the offer, forgetting about whoever was following me.

He reached behind the bar and pulled out a container of his wifes homemade cupcakes.

  “Here y'are sweetheart,” he pulled out a cupcake with green icing and rainbow spinkles.

  “Hey man whats with the little princess?” an unfamiliar voice sneered from the end of the bar.

There were a few hoots and warning snarls from the men and women who knew me.

  “You should be nice to our little princess,” Batch warned the man as he handed me the cupcake on a little blue plastic plate..

  “Thanks Batch,” I smilked as I swiped my finger through the icing and licked it off.

The man scoffed.

  “She’s a fuckin’ kid Batch,” he snapped. “What’s she doin in a place like this?”

He scooted closer to me as the bar went quiet.

  “Huh princess?” he spat.

  “Careful Nicky,” Batch said.

A few of the others hand gotten up from their seats and started to circle around ‘Nicky’

  “It’s arlgiht fellas,” I giggled as I put down my cupcake.

  “Is it?” Nicky’s lips pulled up to the side in a gross smile.

  “This has been my place a lot longer than it has been yours,” I smiled sweetly at the man. “First of all, I’m older that I look,”

  “And tougher!” Mad Dog called from the bad, earing a few cheers.

  “And second,” I turned in my bar stool so I was facing Nicky properly. “I’m guessing you don’t know who I am?”

There was a round of laughs from the boys as Nicky looked at me. I could see in his face he recognised me but it was like he couldnt place it.

  “Should I?” he tilted his head to the side.

  “NoI guess not,” I chuckled, sliding down from my seat.

Nicky did the same and stood at least a foot taller than me.

  “It’s okay though,” I smiled up at him. “Not a lot of people know my name,”

I pulled my mask from my pocket.

The leather of the black cat-like face  shined in the dim light.

Nicky looked at me in shock as he realised.

  “Y-you,” he stammered.

Batch chuckled to himself from behind the bar.

These bikers were my family, and so the regulars in the Pit Den allknew about me.

  “You’re that Cat idiot that’s been running round the city messin’ up crooks,” he looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re the Kitten,”

I couldn’t help myself.

A loud, surprised laugh fell from my mouth.

  “The Kitten?” I said between laughs. “That’s what they’re calling me? Oh god that’s so lame! It makes me sound like a stripper,”

This got a round of laughs from those in the bar.

  “Y'know I hadn’t thought up a name yet,” I shoved my mask back in my pocket. “Oh hey Batch?”

  “Yeah baby?” he looked up from what he was doing behind the bar.

I smiled at the pet name.

  “I haven’t said hi to my boys yet,” I looked around for the dogs but they must have been in the back room.

  “Yeah Nicky here has something against pits,” Batch shook he head with a laugh.

  “Pfft,” I scoffed at the angry looking man “Asshole,”

  “I heard you got a bounty over your head,” he chuckled. “I suggest you speak nicer or I’ll have to turn you in,”

Before he could even move I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, swiping a kick under on of his legs and broguht his face down onto the bar.

  “You know who’s been followning me?!” I pressed down hard so his head was being crushed into the bar.

  “Jesus bitch calm down!” he snapped. “Batch get her the hell of me!”

  “Nah man Imma leave her to her business,” Batch chuckled. “Ain’t no one gonna try stop her from doin’ anything,”

Suddenly the door was blown in. All the people in the bar stood up and started shouting. I stepped back from Nicky and did as the others had done and took up a defensive stance.

  “Y/n Y/l/n!” someone called fromt eh group of people in the doorway that looked a lot like a S.W.A.T team. “We need you to come with us!”

  “The hell she does!” batch shouted, grabbing his baseball bat from behind the bar.

  “Batch it’s okay,” I said calmly.

  “Looks I don’t need to turn you in anyhow,” Nicky sneered. “They’re coming of they’re own accord,”

  “Man shut the fuck up,” I turned fast and punch him in the throat.

There was a few cheers from the bar goers and some warning calls from the strange people in the doorway while Nicky stumbled back choking and gasping.

  “Shoot her,” one of the S.W.A.T members called.

  “What the fuck,” Batch breathed. “Listens asshats, you can’t just come up in my bar and start threatening my regulars,”

There was a soft pop! and a sharp pinch in the side of my neck.

My bision started blurring and the last thing I remember was falling to the ground and hearing the dogs in the back room barking loudly.

  “I know she’s a wild card but did you have to sedate her?” a stern male voice spoke.

I opened my eyes but immediately regretted the action when the bright white LED lights felt like someone poured acid direcly onto my retinas.

I squeezed my eyes shut straight away and tried to focus on the people speaking.

  “Hey I didn’t do anything!” a female voice responded. “I was in the alley with Barton! Tony never tells us anything properly it’s not my fault that we brought her in like this,”

  “I know,” the first voice replied. “But i’m still confused as to why Tony hired a recon teamto go with you two anyway. Together you’re like an entire force I didn’t see a need for it. And you guys didn’t end up doing anything anyway,”

I groaned as I pulled my arm up to cover my eyes and foudn I couldn’t.

I begrudgingly opened my eyes again and saw leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a strap over my chest like a hazardous mental patient.

  “Hey,” the male voice drew my attention to the two people in the doorway of the small metal room I was in. “She’s awake,”

The man was tall, and ripped. Like holy crap what were they feeding him? His face contradicted his body. His body was huge and tough and terrifying but he had a cleanly shaven angular face with birght blue eyes, topped with short dirty blond hair. He was dressed plainly in a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that must’ve been 3 sizes too small.

The woman by his side was stunning yet intimidating. Her hourglass figure was in a skin tight black combat suit and her vigrant red curls hung around her small pixie-like face.

They stepped into the room and I panicked.

I broke through the bindings on my ankles and flipped my legs over my head and pulled, snapping the strap across my chest at the buckle on the side. I flipped back over and slipped my legs undermyself and got into a crouched position from which I stood,on hand slipped out of the restrains and the other I tore through the leather with my teeth.

I jumped down from the shitty metal cot they had me on and took a defensive stance in the far corner of the room.

  “Damn,” the redhead mused. “I couldn’t have done it better myself… Well maybe a little,”

  “Shut it Nat,” the man sighed. Then he held up his hands before him to show he wasn’t a threaty. “It’s alright Y/n. You’re safe,”

  “I don’t think she belives you,” ‘Nat’ said monotonously. “Not after the way she woke up. I mean- I would be freaked out and untrusting too,”

  “Y/n, please,” he spoke softly, ignoring the woman. “My name’s Steve,”

The woman chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Welcome to the Avengers Compound,”

[i-write-to-forget-my-woes]

Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

Masterlist

After stopping some idiots from shooting up a gas station, I decided to head to the only place I would find a snack and some friends that were still awake at this hour.

Walking down the alley that leads to the biker bar Iike, I could sense someone following me, just like I had been able to the past however many nights.

Just like the other times I sense someone following me, I ignored it as to not let them on to the fact I knew they were there.

I Reached the large door at the end of the alley with the huge pit bull painted on it.

   “Heya Cupcake,” Batch called to me when I walked in. “You want your usual?”

   “Yes please!” I grinned at the offer, forgetting about whoever was following me.

He reached behind the bar and pulled out a container of his wifes homemade cupcakes.

   “Here y'are sweetheart,” he pulled out a cupcake with green icing and rainbow spinkles.

   “Hey man whats with the little princess?” an unfamiliar voice sneered from the end of the bar.

There were a few hoots and warning snarls from the men and women who knew me.

   “You should be nice to our little princess,” Batch warned the man as he handed me the cupcake on a little blue plastic plate..

   “Thanks Batch,” I smilked as I swiped my finger through the icing and licked it off.

The man scoffed.

   “She’s a fuckin’ kid Batch,” he snapped. “What’s she doin in a place like this?”

He scooted closer to me as the bar went quiet.

   “Huh princess?” he spat.

   “Careful Nicky,” Batch said.

A few of the others hand gotten up from their seats and started to circle around ‘Nicky’

   “It’s arlgiht fellas,” I giggled as I put down my cupcake.

   “Is it?” Nicky’s lips pulled up to the side in a gross smile.

   “This has been my place a lot longer than it has been yours,” I smiled sweetly at the man. “First of all, I’m older that I look,”

   “And tougher!” Mad Dog called from the bad, earing a few cheers.

   “And second,” I turned in my bar stool so I was facing Nicky properly. “I’m guessing you don’t know who I am?”

There was a round of laughs from the boys as Nicky looked at me. I could see in his face he recognised me but it was like he couldnt place it.

   “Should I?” he tilted his head to the side.

   “NoI guess not,” I chuckled, sliding down from my seat.

Nicky did the same and stood at least a foot taller than me.

   “It’s okay though,” I smiled up at him. “Not a lot of people know my name,”

I pulled my mask from my pocket.

The leather of the black cat-like face  shined in the dim light.

Nicky looked at me in shock as he realised.

   “Y-you,” he stammered.

Batch chuckled to himself from behind the bar.

These bikers were my family, and so the regulars in the Pit Den allknew about me.

   “You’re that Cat idiot that’s been running round the city messin’ up crooks,” he looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re the Kitten,”

I couldn’t help myself.

A loud, surprised laugh fell from my mouth.

   “The Kitten?” I said between laughs. “That’s what they’re calling me? Oh god that’s so lame! It makes me sound like a stripper,”

This got a round of laughs from those in the bar.

   “Y'know I hadn’t thought up a name yet,” I shoved my mask back in my pocket. “Oh hey Batch?”

   “Yeah baby?” he looked up from what he was doing behind the bar.

I smiled at the pet name.

   “I haven’t said hi to my boys yet,” I looked around for the dogs but they must have been in the back room.

   “Yeah Nicky here has something against pits,” Batch shook he head with a laugh.

   “Pfft,” I scoffed at the angry looking man “Asshole,”

   “I heard you got a bounty over your head,” he chuckled. “I suggest you speak nicer or I’ll have to turn you in,”

Before he could even move I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, swiping a kick under on of his legs and broguht his face down onto the bar.

   “You know who’s been followning me?!” I pressed down hard so his head was being crushed into the bar.

   “Jesus bitch calm down!” he snapped. “Batch get her the hell of me!”

   “Nah man Imma leave her to her business,” Batch chuckled. “Ain’t no one gonna try stop her from doin’ anything,”

Suddenly the door was blown in. All the people in the bar stood up and started shouting. I stepped back from Nicky and did as the others had done and took up a defensive stance.

   “Y/n Y/l/n!” someone called fromt eh group of people in the doorway that looked a lot like a S.W.A.T team. “We need you to come with us!”

   “The hell she does!” batch shouted, grabbing his baseball bat from behind the bar.

   “Batch it’s okay,” I said calmly.

   “Looks I don’t need to turn you in anyhow,” Nicky sneered. “They’re coming of they’re own accord,”

   “Man shut the fuck up,” I turned fast and punch him in the throat.

There was a few cheers from the bar goers and some warning calls from the strange people in the doorway while Nicky stumbled back choking and gasping.

   “Shoot her,” one of the S.W.A.T members called.

   “What the fuck,” Batch breathed. “Listens asshats, you can’t just come up in my bar and start threatening my regulars,”

There was a soft pop! and a sharp pinch in the side of my neck.

My bision started blurring and the last thing I remember was falling to the ground and hearing the dogs in the back room barking loudly.

   “I know she’s a wild card but did you have to sedate her?” a stern male voice spoke.

I opened my eyes but immediately regretted the action when the bright white LED lights felt like someone poured acid direcly onto my retinas.

I squeezed my eyes shut straight away and tried to focus on the people speaking.

   “Hey I didn’t do anything!” a female voice responded. “I was in the alley with Barton! Tony never tells us anything properly it’s not my fault that we brought her in like this,”

   “I know,” the first voice replied. “But i’m still confused as to why Tony hired a recon teamto go with you two anyway. Together you’re like an entire force I didn’t see a need for it. And you guys didn’t end up doing anything anyway,”

I groaned as I pulled my arm up to cover my eyes and foudn I couldn’t.

I begrudgingly opened my eyes again and saw leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a strap over my chest like a hazardous mental patient.

   “Hey,” the male voice drew my attention to the two people in the doorway of the small metal room I was in. “She’s awake,”

The man was tall, and ripped. Like holy crap what were they feeding him? His face contradicted his body. His body was huge and tough and terrifying but he had a cleanly shaven angular face with birght blue eyes, topped with short dirty blond hair. He was dressed plainly in a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that must’ve been 3 sizes too small.

The woman by his side was stunning yet intimidating. Her hourglass figure was in a skin tight black combat suit and her vigrant red curls hung around her small pixie-like face.

They stepped into the room and I panicked.

I broke through the bindings on my ankles and flipped my legs over my head and pulled, snapping the strap across my chest at the buckle on the side. I flipped back over and slipped my legs undermyself and got into a crouched position from which I stood,on hand slipped out of the restrains and the other I tore through the leather with my teeth.

I jumped down from the shitty metal cot they had me on and took a defensive stance in the far corner of the room.

   “Damn,” the redhead mused. “I couldn’t have done it better myself… Well maybe a little,”

   “Shut it Nat,” the man sighed. Then he held up his hands before him to show he wasn’t a threaty. “It’s alright Y/n. You’re safe,”

   “I don’t think she belives you,” 'Nat’ said monotonously. “Not after the way she woke up. I mean- I would be freaked out and untrusting too,”

   “Y/n, please,” he spoke softly, ignoring the woman. “My name’s Steve,”

The woman chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

   “Welcome to the Avengers Compound,”

[nineteen-yearslater]

What are some stan-out features fromt he NG?Not like, bravery/kindness/beauty, but like, my friends have picked up on the way I eat apples and how I always shake my legs a lot and how I always have my hair in a bun. So, things that mark each of the kids, for example, Lily bites her nails to the flesh cronically, or Hugo always always always has a green cloth with him on his pocket? Thins their friends always think of when they think of them or that would be caricaturized in a cartoon?

The grammar in this is so mixed … some things are of theform “eats apples” and some are “eating apples” so I apologise in advance lol

Ted: When he hada cold he did a horrible loud sniff that everyone could hear, right up until hewas 23 and Victoire threatened to dump him unless he quit doing it // tappinghis fingers in a rhythm on his leg or if he’s holding onto a pole on the bus //ever so slightly moving to a tune in his head when he’s alone // his foreheadcrinkles whenever he smiles

Victoire: Ifshe’s hanging out with her friends or sitting in a room she’ll see life througha metaphorical camera lens and look around until she finds the perfect shot //between 15-20 she has a slight frown/tenseness with one of her eyebrows //likes to sit with her knees up, especially in class // doodles by creatingpuzzles and then solving them on the side of her parchment

Dominique: Shedid ballet until she was 14/15 and so unconsciously pushes herself onto thetips of her toes when she’s standing still // breaking food into little pieces// has a haughty look on her face without meaning to // perfectly clean uniformat all times // the last person you’d expect to play sports but whenever shedoes she becomes a completely different, happier person //without realising it,tosses her hair sometimes in the same way some people roll their eyes

Louis:Rubs/itches his face like an animal cleaning itself // smiling at everyone hepasses with a massive beam on his face // when he yawns, he stretches his handsto the sky and his shirt always lifts up so you can see his stomach // cockshis head on the side when he’s trying to figure something out // his blue eyesgo really wide when someone comes to him needing to talk about personalproblems, because he’s trying to understand // strange smell of burning followshim wherever he goes after the age of fourteen // if you see him, also expectto see Lorcan close by

James: Using hishead to throw his fringe out of his face // rubbing his stubble when he’sthinking // pushing his glasses up his nose with his thumb // calling tofriends from across the Great Hall/massive crowds in a way that certain boys do// leans back on his chair with his hands behind his head and feet propped upon the desk // went through a phase of putting his school tie around his head// randomly throwing a smile someone’s way even if he doesn’t know them (whichfreaks them out because … what the heck is he up to) // beginning mostsentences with “Hey, did you hear …” and spreading some gossip

Albus: Raisinghis chin to look through his glasses more squarely // smells of animals //rests his arms and head on a pile of books when he’s taking a break from workin the library // the catchphrases “Merlin, I wish I’d slept through thislesson”, “I should’ve stayed in bed this morning” // absent-mindedlystraightens his notes or parchment when he’s listening to someone talk

Lily: Sticks herwand through her messy bun to carry around // that stubborn, hard look thatGinny sometimes gets // when she’s bored in class she starts writing out aletter to her penpal Lysander // never tucks in her school shirt // theconstant nagging from teachers in the hallways to straighten her uniform outfollows her wherever she goes // has a bounce in her step, so her walk isn’tall one level but rather up and down

Rose:Almost-permanent charcoal smudge on her nose // at a party she’s immediatelydancing on the balls of her feet // always wearing denim // says “I’ll pray foryou” when her friends are being morons and actually means it // stands on hertip-toes in the corridors a lot to look for Al – most students aren’t surprisednow when they see this red bushy head of hair popping up over everyone else’s// always with a large group of friends around her // eating breakfast in thehallways as she walks to class with Al, so she can eat it with him

Hugo: Constantlyrearranging/straightening things whenever he’s still // glaring at Lily butbeing most comfortable when she’s around // he has a different laugh sound whenhe’s with his guy friends // talks with his mouth full if he’s super hungry //loves roast chicken // sometimes has this pompous note in his voice when he’slecturing his cousins (an action also associated with everyone around himrolling their eyes) // jumping down the last few steps of a staircase insteadof walking them // smells of lemons

Molly: Every sooften she’ll completely stop and then her eyes will go wide and she’ll take adeep panicked breath before carrying on as normal // cat hair on every singleschool jumper // never wears make-up // when she’s got a lot on her plateshe’ll drag her fingers through her hair and do a screaming face without makingany noise // doing a complete Percy on the first day back of term with thewhole “First-years follow me … excuse me, I’m Head Girl!!!!!” // pretty muchalways seen with a younger student at her side who she’s helping that day

Lucy: Entering aclassroom and accidentally bringing in a pile of leaves with her whenever she’sbeen hanging out with Hagrid // every so often closes her eyes to meditate butshe does it anywhere and everywhere // eyeing up people’s outfits to getfashion inspiration or see what clothes would look good on them // when she’sshocked she brings her hands to her mouth // green eyeliner when she’s in herschool uniform // plays with her hair when she’s bored/concentrating // everysingle one of her weekend outfits has paint spilled somewhere on it

Fred: Does thisthing at the dining table where he’s propped up with his head in his hand andhe’s half snoozing and half eating // Thestral burgers are his delicacy ofchoice // smells of a strange mixture of cake and fireworks // Weird Sistershoodie on all the time // always instigates passing notes in class // hides lowin his seat when a teacher is asking questions so all they can see is a shockof red hair at his desk

Roxanne:Permanent sly grin on her face // wears her hair in a side ponytail // chewsgum // scuffs the toe of her trainers slightly when she’s waiting for someone// humming the same song all day // Muggle boy bands from the 90s (i.e. whenfriends hear them on the radio they instantly think of Roxanne) // when lookingat something in the distance, she squints her eyes and opens her mouth slightly// constantly being seen with friends who are boys but never seen dating any

Lorcan: Doodleson his friends’ arms when he’s bored // winks at any girl who walks by // talksabout how hot Victoire is a lot // stares up at his long fringe when he’sthinking as though he’s examining it for something // rolling his sleeves up nomatter what // kicking pebbles that appear in his path //  leaning back on his chair

Lysander:Blushing under his floppy fringe // baseball caps // leaning against walls withone leg at a triangle with the wall (so his foot’s on the wall) // ALWAYS sitsup straight // 99% of his wardrobe is plaid shirts // eyeing his friends andusing his internal idiot-radar to suss out if they’re up to no good

Scorpius:Absent-mindedly sketching comic book characters on spare bits of parchment,before crossing them out because they’re rubbish // does funny impressions ofteachers a lot // when he’s listening/working, he sits with his legs apart(standard guy practice) and leans forward with his elbows just touching his knees,so his arms dangle towards the floor // quickly runs his fingers through hishair, pushing it back from his face