#knife earrings ftw

[theimmortalelphe]

Inside of me are two wolves (earring collecters)

[randomingoftherandomness]

Could I get a Shangzhi fic where one is having a bad nightmare and the other comforts?

A/N: I'm rewatching Episode 5 and absolutely re-swooning over the scene where Gege comes to the prison to pick up Didi. And the matching black robes with the gold embroideries? Unf. Couple clothes FTW.

Side note, I can tell that Yuanzhi's embroidery is of a lily, but what's the one on Shangjue's? Does anyone know? Inquiring minds wonder.

Enjoy the fic!

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It comes in flashes.

The sight of his mother and younger brother dead at the door of their home. Shangjue's world is burning and the air is thick with the screams of the dead and dying. Someone calls his name and he turns to see a glimpse of a black robe disappearing around a corner. When he moves to give chase, he finds himself at the bottom of the prison steps, waiting with bated breath for a shade, a shadow.

And then.

In the clinic. The acrid smell of burning herbs, sweat, and the tang of blood. A hand so cold, so unnaturally weak, pressed between his own. How many more times will his weaknesses cause him to lose the ones he loves?

Gege...

It turns to pitch black. Then to daylight. A field of corpses lay around him. Faces of people he knows. Faces of those he can only half remember from a life ago. But one face. Shangjue frantically runs through the dreamscape, screaming without sound.

...ge!

He is in the throes of lovemaking. Body to body, tangled in ecstasy and passion. A kiss brushes over his lips and he gasps, pulling back to see Yuanzhi choking on a mouthful of blood, chest slick with red, eyes wide and fearful as he sobs--

Shangjue makes a grab for his knife the moment he crashes back into the world of the waking. Frantic jack-rabbiting heartbeats ring loud in his ears, and he kicks off, scrambling back and away.

"Gege, gege, hey hey, it's just me. It's just me, Ge."

Yuanzhi's face swims in front of him. He repeats himself, coaxing him softly until he lets Yuanzhi take the knife away from him.

"Ge, can I touch you?"

Shangjue's throat clicks on that swallow. Breath hitching, he holds out his arms. "Yes, of course, yes..."

Yuanzhi practically throws himself into Shangjue's embrace, climbing into his lap and wrapping his body around him. Shangjue welcomes the weight against his body. Holds on to the anchoring heat of him, the way he moves, breathes and feels so, so alive.

He reaches up to sink his fingers into Yuanzhi's hair. Tilting his head, he breathes him in, letting himself drown in the way Yuanzhi smells like himself and them all at the same time.

"I had a bad dream."

With gentle pats, Yuanzhi hums his understanding against the side of his head. His breath tickles against Shangjue's scalp. Wrapping his arm around Yuanzhi's waist, he allows himself a moment to reorient.

They're in his room. Still in the bedclothes they'd fallen asleep in. The watery silver of the moonlight slips in with the autumn chill.

They're alright. Yuanzhi is alright. The family is alright. There is no imminent threat to contend with. Shangjue is safe. They all are.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Yuanzhi asks.

Shangjue exhales, relaxing his hold on Yuanzhi enough to reach a hand to splay over his left breast. Keeping it there for a beat, he runs his touch up to his neck, brushing his thumb over his pulse point. Carefully, he traces the line up to Yuanzhi's jawline.

Caressing the corner of Yuanzhi's gentle smile, he shakes his head. "No," Shangjue says. "Not right now."

Yuanzhi nods, placing his own hand on Shangjue's chest. "What do you need?"

Curling his fingers, he dips in to press their brows together. Savouring the way their breaths mingle, he murmurs, "Just let me hold you?"

"Of course, you can," Yuanzhi huffs, tilting his head to carefully kiss him. "But if we could just move this to the bed, I think I'd be grateful."

The request is sudden enough to startle a bark of laughter from Shangjue. "Alright. Whatever my Didi wants."

[stormxpadme]

 child of   the moon  voice of the sun

“Fascinating. Even after all this time, the constellation of many a star has not yet been revealed to me.“

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[notcaring99]

Never The One (Clint x Female!Reader)

Warnings: Death, Voilence, Angst

Request: "Heyy, if you take requests could you possibly do something with Clint's Barton x reader? I haven't seen a lot of stuff with him🥺💜

Thank you and have a nice day!" - @dreamerinthesun

Summary: Clint and you have been friends for years even longer than him and Nat. You have always been in love with him. Then the snap happened, and Clint went dark. Nat sent you to keep eyes on him, and when the time comes to pull him out.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I am sorry for the late reply, things have been a bit hectic. I have been spending my free time watching FTWS which is amazing! I have been feeling inspired lately. This was a bit harder for me to write as I usually read other imagines or scenarios about the character I am about to write about, but there is truly not much out there for Clint. So I hope this is okay. I am sorry in advance as apparently all I know how to write is sadness and angst. Thank you for taking the time to read it and please let me know what you think!

Clint, you loved him more than a friend ever since you met him. He saw your potential and believed in you more than anyone had before. You were his partner in almost every mission. Nat always said she felt like a third wheel between you two, but she loved working with both of you.

Then Clint met Laura who he fell in love with instantly. They were perfect together, but it broke your heart to see the one you love so dearly and for so long be with another. You tried to be happy for your best friend as he lived his perfect life with his family. You just wished he was with you.

The snap, it was something that changed all of our lives. Clint went off-grid and went on a vigilante spree. Nat put you in charge of looking after Clint while she looked after the world. Clint was hard to follow, but you could track his bread crumbs that fell every once in a while.

You found him in Asia to meet these mobsters that have stirred a lot more trouble recently since the snap. You arrived just as Clint is taking out the last mobster. "I was wondering when you were going to show up," Clint states as he kicks the mobster to the ground. You sigh as you approach him from the shadows.

"Clint," You speak as you look at the man that you love turn into someone that hurt you even more. "What are you doing?" you ask as he removes the knives from the 18 men that are laying lifeless on the ground.

"I am cleaning the streets from the people who didn't deserve to be here." Clint tells you as you watch him pull another knife out. You take a breath walking up the last guy with two knives in his chest.

"This isn't exactly how it should be done." You pull them out with ease and wipe them on the leg of your catsuit you wore. You look up to see Clint in front of you with a look that you didn't recognize.

"Well it is how I do it now," He reached for the knives in your hands, but you move them out of his reach. "You shouldn't be here," You scoff as he reaches again, but you do a backflip avoiding him. The fury in his eyes hurts your soul.

"Actually I am exactly where I need to be. You on the other hand shouldn't be here." You state as he comes at your legs, but you quickly move. "You've lost your touch," you mumble to him. He goes in for another attack, but you kick him to the ground. He sits holding his jaw as he looks at you.

"Whatever," He states standing up and grabbing his sword from the ground. "I don't need them anyway. Hope you get home alright," You scoff as he walks away from you. You throw the knife perfectly to cut his hand to drop his sword. You run up to him, but he already knew what you were doing. He quickly grabs your waist and flips you to the ground. He has your wrists pinned under his knee as he holds the last knife you had in your hand to your throat.

"I wasn't done talking to you," you groan out.

"I don't want to talk." He states before hooking your leg around his thigh and using your body weight to flip the two of you. You quickly grab the knife out of his hand as you have him pinned with your hands and your legs. You use the knife to pin the hood of his jacket to the ground.

"Well, I do," you state as your face is close to his. His eyes are still the stormy grey but a bit lighter than when you first arrived. Your eyes drifted to his lips before going back to his eyes. "Clint, I understand you miss your family. I know that these men," you gesture to the lifeless bodies on the ground. "Didn't deserve to stay, but you need to do good by your family not bad." You whisper before standing up letting him struggle to get the knife out of his hood.

"You know nothing!" Clint yells out as you turn away from him picking up the sword he dropped that is full of blood. Suddenly you are being pressed against his chest, his hot breath against your ear as the cold knife is held to your throat. "My family was everything to me," he states and you scoff taking the sword and jabbing the handle into his side. You quickly point the sword at him as he holds his side.

"And now they are gone. I know how it feels to have something you love with all your heart taken away." You state just as he goes to attack you, but you block the attack with the sword making a cut on his arm.

"How would you know? You have no family! No husband!" he yells at you as he holds his arm with tears falling steadily down his face. "There is no way you know what love truly is," he states going to attack you again, but you simply step to the side before grabbing him so you two would be chest to chest with the sword pointed right at his neck and the knife is at your side.

"I know a lot more than you," you say through your teeth. "I watched the man I love for years fall in love with a beautiful woman, who he married and had 3 kids. I saw him live out a life I only dreamed to have with him many times in my life." You tell him making realization set in his eyes. You smack the knife out of his hand before kicking him in the stomach making him fall to the ground.

"Y/N, how long?" Clint asks looking at you in pity. You roll your eyes before throwing the knife and sword beside him.

"Way too long." You turn around as the sirens of the police are heard. "By the way, the others might've found a way to bring back your family. I just came by to tell you that, but it seems you are perfectly content with destroying your moral compass." You walk away into the rain as the sirens grow closer.

Two days after you arrived at the compound, Clint showed up. You were in the kitchen taking out the groceries that were delivered as the others were all around getting ready for the day. "I don't think the domestic look looks good on you," you turn to see Clint leaning on the doorway. You roll your eyes as you went back to perishables away.

"What do you want Barton?" You ask not looking at him. You hear him sigh before his footsteps getting closer. You went to grab the last milk, but Clint is right behind you. He has his arm on the freezer side of the fridge while is other holds the door open. He is close to you, close enough your breaths intermingle as he looks down at you.

"I want to understand," he states pushing a of piece of your hair behind your ears. You gulp as he looks from your lips to your eyes. "I want to understand why you never told me."

"I-I was going to." you cut yourself off before ducking under his arm. "I was going to tell you the night you proposed to Laura." You state taking the things out of the bag. You hear the fridge door close as you focus on the task at hand. "I came to your house that night. I was going to tell you everything, but then I saw you look at Laura with eyes that I wanted you to look at me with."

"I wish you would've told me maybe things-" you cut Clint off by slamming the jar of pickles on the table making the jar shatter. Clint stops talking as you turn around glaring at him with tears in your eyes.

"Clint you don't get it. If I would've told you, you would have your beautiful children. You wouldn't be the man you are today, the man who I love." You state before wiping the tears from your eyes.

"What the hell happened here?" Tony's voice is near the doorway. You turn around to see Tony, Steve, Nat, and Rocket standing there looking between you and Clint.

"You are bleeding," Steve states walking over. You sigh as he takes your hand in his. "Let's get it cleaned up. Barton," Steve looks past you at Clint.

"I got this. Go get that cleaned up." Clint states. Steve leads you to the doorway with Natasha behind you both.

Today was the day you were all going back in time. Nat, Clint and you were going to Vormir. The red skull has brought you all to the cliff where it looked over pointed rocks. "What you seek lies in front of you, it's just what you fear." the red skull tells you three as you were looking off the edge.

"The stone is down there," Nat more states then asks looking at you.

"For two of you, but the other..." the red skull trails off. You feel your heart break as you know what must be done. "In order to take the stone, you must lose what you love most. An everlasting exchange, a soul for a soul."

Nat, Clint, and I all were discussing if this is real and who will go. Nat and Clint are verbally fighting over who is going to go, not even giving you a second glance. You know who has to do it. You take a breath before taking your staff and slamming it between the two making it stand between the two buried in the ground. "Y/N-" you cut Nat off as you quickly take cuffs out of the utility belt of your suit. You latch both their wrists to the staff.

"Y/N. No!" Clint yells out as Nat and his fight against the cuffs. You smile sadly at the two before putting your hand on Nat's cheek.

"You know I am the only one who can do this. Clint and you love me more," you whisper to her and she shakes her head. You walk over to Clint who is crying and fighting against the handcuffs.

"Don't do this! I should be the on-" you shush him before placing your hands on either side of his face.

"Larua. Cooper. Lila. Nathaniel. They all need you." you whisper as you lean your forehead against his.

"No please-" Clint begs but doesn't move his head.

"I love you Clint more than you'll ever know." You kiss his cheek before moving away from him. He screams as he fights against the restraints. You turn around looking at Natasha and Clint who are screaming at you two stop as they fight against the restraints. You quickly turn around running ahead before throwing yourself off the cliff. You turn around to look at the top of it, you see Nat and Clint looking at you with tears streaming down their face. You smile at your friend knowing they will live happily now that they will have their loved ones back.

[twistedsinews]

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Tagged by @chyrstis

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Tagging: @rosewaterhag, @hunnybadgerv, @gatticus, @heywoodvirgin (for when you come back), @chyrstis, @ ... whoever wants to do it and hasn't yet!

V

General

Name: V. Literally. It's always been just V.

Alias(ses): Enough people assume that V is an alias, and it's difficult enough to track down in a database. However. She will use other aliases for one-off jobs when she needs the extra layer of security of not having someone track her down through street work, but none of them really get recycled.

Gender: Nomad. I jest, but I'm pretty sure she's somewhat off the binary even if she straddles the line.

Age: As of the events of C77, she'd just turned 29.

Birthdate: I don't actually have one for her. Possibly in January... I'm only saying that because I started playing Cyberpunk on my birthday but that's when she came into creation so why not.

Place of birth: The Badlands. I'm not sure where in the Badlands, but probably quite the distance from Night City.

Hometown: She grew up in a roving band of self-sufficient scavengers, so... everywhere. And nowhere.

Spoken languages: English. Bad English. She might've picked up a few scattered words of other languages, but she relies heavily on her translation software and that reliance has stunted her learning.

Sexual preference: Ladies and gentlemen, and Jackie Welles. She's not picky on the sex or gender front, but someone who can keep up with her, ideally.

Occupation: Street Ronin. Mercenary for hire.

Appearance

Eye color: Mid-light purple. Dark brown, prior to getting modded.

Hair color: Blue and red, although she'll change it from time to time. Black, prior to getting modded.

Height: 5'8"

Scars: She has a few. The healed slash on her face comes from her first real knife fight, and she keeps it as something of a memento. There are some newer scars on her hands. And let's not talk about that mess of scar tissue that is her heart, because ow.

Favorite

Color: I think she probably likes pink, red, blue, and teal about equally.

Hair color: Barring mods, probably dark.

Eye color: Sky blue.

Song: Favorite in the same way that pain makes you feel alive, I think, but post-Heist, she found a new appreciation for Never Fade Away.

Food: Marshmallows. City takeout, especially pizza.

Non-alcoholic drink: Soda, the sweeter the better.

Alcoholic drink: Nomad moonshine, but tequila can be fun. And then there's vodka.

Have they...

Passed university: Fuck, no.

Had sex: Fuck, yes.

Had sex in public: ...I mean. Not on the Main St. Sidewalk, but I'm... pretty sure there wasn't as much privacy in all those back alley trysts as you might want to believe. Also, do orgies and sex clubs count as public? ‘cause, uh...

Gotten pregnant: Nope. Cyborg birth control ftw!

Kissed a boy: Yes.

Kissed a girl: Yes.

Gotten tattoos: Several. All traditional, none of them are Light tattoos.

Gotten piercings: A few in her ears, the nosering, and the eyebrow thing.

Been in love: Yes. Not until she reached Night City, but then she kinda made up for it by falling in love a few times over the course of the game.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Pretty regularly, for business and for pleasure.

Are they...

A virgin: Ha. No.

A cuddler: Very much so. Even before the love part, she was always very tactile. (It confused the hell out of Jackie until he just accepted that being her best friend and go-to fling was about as intimate as some relationships he'd been in... prior to feelings coming to light, anyway.)

A kisser: Indeed.

Scared easily: In some ways, not so much others. On her own, she's pretty reckless and fearless. When she has people she cares about, she can fairly easily get scared of fucking up the relationship and also of outside harm coming to them if and when these things crop up on the horizon. However, it pretty much took coming face to face with death in a way she couldn't shrug off before she actually got traumatized to the point of being terrified.

Jealous easily: Under the right circumstances. She's less jealous of physical activity and closeness and more when it comes to feelings.

Trustworthy: She can lie and she can twist the truth, and she has no scruples against doing either. But when it boils down to it, if she's on your side she will have your back to the last cliff at the end of the world.

Dominant: She certainly can be. She can be hard-headed and stubborn, to add to it, and she has no second thoughts about stepping up and taking charge. Though if we're talking about in bed, she's drastically less so.

Submissive: To whom is the bigger question. If she likes someone, she tends to be a lot gentler and tries to be considerate. And again, if we're talking about in bed, well... yes. Pushy about it sometimes, maybe, but yes.

In love: Ha. Hahaha. Yes. With quite a few people.

Single: It's complicated (TM).

Random questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

Have they harmed themselves: In a manner of speaking. It's not a conscious/deliberate thing, the way most people think of self-harm, but she falls into plenty of behaviors that would qualify and definitely puts herself out there in harms way or restricts herself as a means of self-punishment.

Thought of suicide: Yes. Quite a bit, after the Heist.

Attempted suicide: Again, not in a conscious or deliberate way, but more of a sarcastic 'wouldn't it be a shame if these dangerous behavior patterns happened to have consequences' way.

Wanted to kill someone: Quite a bit! And has!

Have/had a job: Very many!

Have any fears: Losing the people she cares about, to negligence or outside influence. Not making any lasting impact. Dying, after viewing that BD, and double after reliving Johnny's memories, and triple actually doing it once or twice.

Family

Siblings: To her knowledge, she's an only child. It's plausible that her mother remarried after leaving the clan.

Parents: Her father is a Nomad. Her mother is City, though V never knew which city. She's not in contact with either. And so far, I haven't given them names.

Children: None and she's a little terrified of the idea. Not that she couldn't eventually change her mind - she never thought she'd be in love, either.

Significant other: Jackie. Misty. Arguably Panam and River. Saul and Placide she kinda wishes. Johnny she kinda wishes not, but they share a brain and that's pretty significant even if not in any traditional relationship sense.

Pets: One (1) sphinx cat she found and picked up that was hiding in the alleys of her MegaBuilding.

[zontiky]

Hey for bullet point AUs ideas (you were asking for them right..?) 2010s-type sitcom (like Community or B99) AU! What Silly Sitcom Tropes would the siblings get into?

i actually havent seen either of those shows 😳 nor do i watch sitcoms, but to my knowledge u SIT and u are ENTERTAINED so everybody SIT DOWN and i will ENTERTAIN ✨✨

(wait are disney shows sitcoms? because when i think abt older tv humor i get slapped in the face with bits of disney tv i managed to catch as a kid. my entire sense of humor thru elementary school was based on that. ok i can be funny i promise here we go)

diego: wait... so she’s... our sister?

*laugh track plays*

grace has a laugh track function because i think thats extremely cursed and also hilarious.

reginald building himself a robot wife: what do kids these days like? humor? is humor still popular? yeah im adding it

there’s a christmas episode but it’s very obvious that none of them have ever fucking celebrated and half of them don’t fucking want to skjhfs

is wacky ringtones a thing? patch calls diego to help her out in the hotel and the dial tone is britney’s toxic

britney obviously exists in the tua universe and i will accept nothing less. a world without britney is a really sad one and like i know tuaverse is kinda shit what with the apocalypse happening thrice and the music cult and all but like come on... its not THAT bad. it cant be

luther’s coat gets torn off and there’s a slightly smaller, other coat underneath

that gets ripped off too and he’s wearing a tshirt

YOU KNOW THE GAG WHERE A CHARACTER JUST KEEPS PULLING WEAPONS OUT OF THEIR CLOTHES, WHERE THERE SHOULD NOT PHYSICALLY BE ROOM FOR WEAPONS? FIVE

or lila

i think that would be really funny with either of them tbh

five whipping a knife out of his bowling shoe: a-HA

lila unsheathing a broadsword out of nowhere: o-HO

five pulling a rifle from his waistband: a-ha-HA

lila swinging a mace from behind her back: o-ho-HO!

and so on

every time klaus makes a joke there’s applause coming out of nowhere but also distantly, faintly, the ghostbusters theme

specifically “who you gonna call? GHOST-” on loop

ben is the only one aware of it. not even klaus hears it

ben constantly makes stupid mocking faces behind klaus + over klaus’ shoulder

klaus: guys please take me seriously

ben giving him bunny ears: yEah GUyS LiSten tO hIM

nobody else can see it. i know thats obvious but i have to specify. only the audience can see ben doing it. klaus knows ben does it but hes never caught him in the act and has absolutely no proof. ben does it purely for his own amusement and to fuck with klaus big-time

there is no young!hargreeves cast. it’s just the adult hargreeves but in umbrella uniform crouching down to 12yearold level

before slaughtering the commission board five uses one of those toy BANG guns on carmichael and then immediately whips out his impossible axe

vanya plays a tiny violin and it’s only her, every other violinist in the orchestra has a normal violin and her tiny little violin is never brought up

by tiny i mean realistically tiny. like maybe 1/32? thats a small fucking violin yall

helen with her full size violin: you’ll never amount to anything

vanya:

who else have i not made fun of yet

allisons hair is purple but not bc im laughing at her bc i genuinely think she would have peaked with it. purple hair allie ftw

leonard runs a toy store not a woodwork shop and he hands vanya a weird cartoonified wood action figure of her and she’s like thaaaanks as the laugh track plays

vanya storms out of the family meeting and her back faces the camera and we see that there’s a piece of paper taped to her shirt that says NOBODY KNOWS I’M A LESBIAN

*laugh track but gay this time*

klaus makes a joke about ben being his only straight friend and it cuts to ben passionately making out with a ghost dude in the back of a club or smth kjhwkfd

WOULD THIS BE A GOOD TIME TO SLIP IN OUR LIGHTHEARTED CRACK “BEN IS THE ONLY ALLOROMO” AU? IHFHKLHFKFD

five is wearing bowling shoes the entire first season as well. when they go to the bowling alley he switches them out for a different pair of bowling shoes, which he wears through the entire second season. again this is never brought attention to or mentioned in any way

diego drives an impala /j

little girl god popping wheelies on a motorbike in greyscale heaven

allison has a fight scene where she stabs someone with heels and then breaks the heel and goes aw :( my stilettos and this isnt even funny its just extremely badass i love her a lot 

we get more screentime with dave but he says groovy every other sentence

klaus’ ‘68 club shirt is garishly flamingo patterned

a scene where five is sitting at the breakfast table, half asleep, sipping a cup of coffee, and allison sits down next to him with a mug of hot cocoa (we can tell by the overabundance of whipped cream and marshmallows) and quietly swaps out his mug for the cocoa and he doesn’t even show any sign he noticed he just keeps sipping and allison either quietly finishes off his coffee or takes the initial mug and walks offscreen. cut scene

there’s a scene of klaus and ben in the 60s  on october first and ben is wearing a little ghost party hat and holding a single balloon

whenever sissy and vanya are in a room together careless whisper starts playing

remember that snl lesbian totinos sketch. yeah

the handler only addressed aj by his full name. ATLAS JERICHO CARMICAHEL.

dot is twice as tall as herb. i mean shes already taller than him but like, dot is Really tall. it’s implied dot and herb are married (it would be cute i think dont judge me)

when diego fucks with the infinity switchboard the thing like in cartoons happens where the screen fritzes out and everything goes black and then after a second or so his eyes appear

reginald dresses exclusively in green. im not saying he dresses like the onceler. but im not NOT saying that. *sigh* does this joke require a onceler tw tag on this post

i dont know if this post is what you had in mind but i hope you liked it anyway! <3

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Valentine’s Weekend Day 3 - Sugar

(Galfore Shipper On Deck FTW.)

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Robin glanced anxiously every so often back at the door to OPS.  Raven had promised to keep Starfire out of the Tower for at least an hour.  He hoped that was long enough.

The other end of the communication line clicked open, and Galfore's face filled the main screen.

"Ah, Robin!" he exclaimed in delight.  "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Pulse trickling nervously, Robin straightened.  "Galfore. ��I, uh..."  He rubbed the back of his head.  "I needed to ask a favor."

The man tilted his head with perceptible interest.  "Oh?  What might that be, young one?"

"Well..."  Robin took a deep breath, launching into his explanation.  "Starfire mentioned some Tamaranian dessert she really liked and, well... since her birthday is coming up soon I thought I'd maybe try and make her some.  Except," he said, grimacing with chagrin, "I don't have any of the ingredients and--"

Galfore held up a hand to stop him.

"Say no more, little warrior," he told Robin.  "I will have an envoy deliver the necessary components within the planet cycle."

Robin smiled in relief, tension easing out of him.  "Thanks Galfore.  This will really mean a lot to her."

"For Starfire," he replied, beaming warmly, "it is my honor."

***

Robin frowned down at his batter, staring at it intensely.

"This doesn't look right..." he commented to Galfore, whose face peeked out from Robin's communicator, propped up against a bowl on the counter.

"Did you add the Araxian Cable spice?" he asked.

"Yeah, and then mixed it in with this..."  Robin held up the box, squinting at the foreign letters.  "...Kungit grabble-whatzit whatever it is."

"Before or after beating it into a fine paste?"

Robin's mind screeched as he tried to remember.  "Uh..."

Galfore chuckled.  "Do not worry.  It is a common mistake."

Robin dropped the box in frustration.  "Dammit!" he cursed, slumping forward and putting his forehead on his palms, elbows leaning dejectedly into the counter.

"Despair not, brave Titan, there are plenty of supplies left for additional attempts," Galfore consoled him.  "You are actually doing very well for an outsider."

The boy smeared a hand down his face as he raised his head.  "Yeah that doesn't actually make me feel better."  He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.  "Okay," he said.  "I can do this."

"That is the spirit!"

***

Her happy gasp was worth every moment of work put in.  Robin grinned and presented the dessert on its platter with a flourish.

"Oh Robin!" she exclaimed.  "A Tamaranian Tarkog'lorf treat?  But..."  She glanced up at him.  "How did you make it?  None of the ingredients are native to Earth."

He shrugged.  "Galfore was a big help," he dismissed modestly.  "I honestly couldn't have done it without him."

"It looks beautiful," she told him, her eyes shining.

"Hope it tastes just as good," he quipped.  He set the platter down, stepping back as Starfire picked up a knife to cut the treat.  He felt embarrassed for asking but... "Um, Starfire?  Are the terms of endearment a Tamaranian thing or...?"

She glanced at him curiously.  "What do you mean?" she asked, slicing through the pastry evenly.

Robin scratched his ear.  "It's just... when Galfore was going through the instructions with me he would keep calling me names like... 'litte warrior' or 'my boy' or... you know, things like that."

Starfire laughed.

"What?" asked Robin in confusion.

She shook her head, marveling at him.  "Oh Robin, that is Galfore's way of expressing that he approves of you."

"Is it?" Robin asked, perking up.

Starfire just popped a mouthful of the treat into her mouth, smiling.

[askshivanulegacy]

All for blakk

O M G :’D

I’m not even putting this behind a cut SCREW YOUR DASHBOARD :P

A: Aptitude1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Hiding.

2. what activities have they participated in?

HACKING, to include some questionably legal manipulation of the Intel mainframes for the purposes of playing a competitive game.

Swoop racing (actually just a dream, he hasn’t raced anything YET, but he’s working on building a racer)

Model building, he has a complete set of working model ships and vehicles

Built his own mouse bot

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

All of his skills he’s worked very hard to develop and become proficient at.  He started out at a disadvantage, not being able to concentrate in class and having difficulty remembering things.  He worked very hard to overcome this.

4. what things are they bad at?

Anything involving emotions. :’D

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Knife fighting.  Also dancing, he’s capable of some very impressive dance moves.

B: Basics1. what is their hair color?

Black

2. what is their eye color?

Dark blue

3. how tall are they?

5 ft, 4 in / 162.5 cm

4. how old are they?

Depends, but he starts SWTOR at 17 years old.

5. how much do they weigh?

Somewhat under an ideal healthy weight for his height and age.

C: Comfort1. how do they sit in a chair?

Properly.  Although, left to himself on something comfy, he likes to pull up his legs and snuggle under a blanket.

2. in what position do they sleep?

Usually curled up on one side.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Before meeting certain people, it’s holed up in his room either working on his models or studying tech manuals.  After meeting certain people, it’s snuggled on a sofa with something sweet and hot to drink, wearing thick sweater and socks, and either watching the fireplace or a movie (with a fire in the fireplace).

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Some kind of hot, creamy soup.  Certain people made something like this for him on cold days or to help him feel better.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

A feeeew people: Seran-vin ( @askcarminelegacy​), Ziminder ( @kaosstar​), Ahuska ( @dingoat​), possibly a couple others. ♥

D: Decoration1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Blakk’s DK stronghold is typically done in cool colors with sleek, industrial lines and clean, minimalistic styles, although he does favor green, so that’s probably here and there.  Left to his own devices though (and maybe some interior decoration hints), his ideal house would probably be decorated warmly, with a more natural, welcoming style of furniture.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Blakk would not have a child. XD

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Same as above, except littered with pieces of tech and various flying vehicle models.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

The best in Imperial fashion - clean, sharp lines, asymmetrical styling, appropriate use of contrasting colors and accents, usually a darker color spectrum (unless white or silver).  No flowers.

Accessories include knives everywhere, a stealth unit, comms, Intel-tech grappling hook.  Less practical accessories include possible hat, white or black gloves (or dark green if he’s wearing green), earring (just one, asymmetry FTW), or choker. 

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

No.  Except when disguised as a woman, then of course whatever is tasteful and stylish and matching his clothes.  Possibly sparkles and/or tattoos in interesting places if left up to Watcher Two. ;)

E: External Personality1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Yes, very much.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

To the classic “Imperial norm,” yes.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Tasteful trends in fashion.  Other trends, generally not; Blakk is something of a lone wolf and finds it hard to group along with others.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Not in the least.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

Blakk unintentionally does not portray his full personality.

F: Fun1. what do they do for fun?

See A for activities. Also, reading technical manuals.

2. what is their ideal party?

Not having one.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Proooobably a certain Alderaanian noble or a certain Bothan. Or even a certain thief. 

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Blakk certainly thinks he can. 8)  Imperial rules, anyway, no one mentioned anything about Republic rules

5. do they go out a lot?

Nope.

G: Gorgeous1. what is their most attractive external feature?

His eyes.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

Probably his shy kindness or awkwardness.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Generally, he’s very loyal to his friends and honestly thinks the world of them.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

Blakk likes his appearance; he’s not shy at all about being seen and being fashionable.  He hates the rest of himself. XD

5. what parts of others do they envy?

The ability of people to make friends or speak or hang out or have fun so easily.

H: Heat1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Hot!  The hotter the better.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Summer!

3. do they like the snow?

No!  Except the indoor part with cozy clothes and hot drinks and cuddling.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Nothing Blakk particularly identifies with the summer.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Avoiding everything about the winter.

I: In-the-closet1. what is their sexuality?

A very in-the-closet Bi.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Not consciously.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

What family? 8)

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

Still waiting, in denial 5ever, even after having a couple boyfriend AUs. :’D

J: Joy1. what makes them happy?

Sharing time with the people they care about.

2. who makes them happy?

Certain special individuals. ♥

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

Probably, especially when certain people sing them.

4. are they happy often?

No.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Someone telling him, “I love you.” It’s never happened.

K: Kill1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Yes.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

”Thought” implies something deeper than a daily occurance. XD

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Blakk already does, but he has no one specific in mind.

4. who would miss them if they died?

Blakk thinks no one would.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

DERRICK @kaosstar​

L: Lemons1. what is their favorite fruit?

He doesn’t know enough to have one.  Raspberry might be a good contender.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Still doesn’t know enough to have one, but possibly lemons. XD

3. are there any foods they hate?

FLOWERS.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Possibly. Blakk just needs to be careful he doesn’t overdo it with foods he’s not used to (his regular diet is exclusively nutrient bars).

5. what is their favorite food?

Nutrient bars.

M: Maternal1. would they want a daughter or a son?

No.

2. how many children do they want?

Zero.

3. would they be a good parent?

Blakk would be a terrible parent.  He’s not in a position or a mindset to care for a child, he might never be in one.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Nothing.

5. would they adopt?

Nope.

N: Never Have I Ever1. what would they never do?

Blakk would never want to hurt the people he cares about ... but it’s happened anyway.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Race a swoop.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Probably not.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

That one time he was swindled into going undercover at a strip club.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Defect from Imperial Intelligence.

O: Optimism1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Very pessimistic.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

No.

3. are they good at giving advice?

Terrible at giving advice, but that doesn’t stop him. :’D

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

A good handful of people, haha.

5. were they always optimistic?

Blakk was ... once, in a part of his life he no longer remembers.

P: Personality1. what is their best personality trait?

Kindness.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Negativity.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Probably the kindness and stubbornness.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

... Possibly his loyalty?

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Blakk hates his lack of confidence and his introvertedness. There’s not much he actually hates about other people’s personalities, except cruelty. 

Q: Questions1. do they ask for help?

Never, if he can help it.

2. do they ask questions in class?

Rarely.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Not usually, although there’s not much that would make Blakk uncomfortable in a classroom setting.

4. do they ask weird questions?

No.

5. are they curious?

Reasonably curious, moreso about things of a technical nature.

R: Rules1. do they follow rules?

Imperial rules, yes.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Neither.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

People have tried, in Republic space. 8)

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Does blowing up hundreds of thousands of people across several planets count?

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Mandalorian rules.

S: Streets - already answered!

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

Generally, but there are a lot of things Blakk lies like a rug about.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Usually; it’s part of his Intelligence training.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

No, unless it’s about his own feelings. 8)

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Oh yes. Or half-truths, or not confessing his feelings before it’s too late.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No, but certain people have discovered truths Blakk would rather have been left alone.

U: Underdog1. have they been bullied?

Yes, even beat up a few times at Intelligence.

2. have they bullied anyone?

No. 

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

Yes.

4. have they ever been doubted?

Blakk has never told anyone.  He thinks “allowing” himself to be beat up is a severe weakness, and he’s pretty demoralized that no one noticed or stepped in.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

When it comes to fighting, probably yes.  He’s extremely agile, tenacious, and downright vicious.

V: Vomit1. do they vomit often?

No?  This is a very bizarre set of questions.  Clearly someone had no ideas when it comes to ‘V’.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Possibly, when eating too much unfamiliar food.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

Not very good, but Blakk will sit with them and provide company.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

Warmth and physical contact.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

Not exactly a very relevant question. XD

W: Water - already answered!

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Generally something smooth and instrumental, like Classical.

2. do they have a favorite song?

Probably a few, or anything sung by a certain Alderaanian.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Just one favorite singer. So far.

4. can they sing well?

Blakk can actually sing reasonably well, he’s a tenor.

5. can they rap?

If his life depended on it?  Probably. :’D

Y: You1. how old were you when you created them?

Uhhh I do a terrible job of tracking what I did when.  Just about the time I started SWTOR, I created Blakk.

2. what inspired you to create them?

Blakk is the what-if Imperial universe version of my Jedi Knight Zakku’an.  The “what-if” brainstorming determined how his personality changed, and his appearance is the result of what I liked when changing Zak’s appearance with the character creator. XD

3. were they different when they were first created?

As Zak, he was very different.  More optimistic, friendly, and light-hearted.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Yes!

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Everything, especially how he has a chronic, “dig himself into deeper and deeper holes” problem. XD

Z: Zebra1. what’s their favorite animal?

He hates animals. Wolves.

2. do they like animals?

Not generally.  Although one day he will end up with a varactyl named Featherhead, an akk dog he will be Force-bonded to, and a pack of miniature blurrgs named after his friends. 8)

3. cats or dogs?

Neither? Both?

4. what’s their dream pet?

Since he’s never wanted a pet, he doesn’t have one.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Not at this very moment, but see #2.

@kaosstar I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY XDDD

[notcanoncompliant]

Seventeen Questions (alternate version)

Tagged by @hoeforthegays <3 thanks bb!!

Silky changed some of the questions, so I’m doing it again!! <3

Zodiac sign: Cancer (I am crab)

Height: 5′9″

Following: 91

Followers: 418 (!)

Current time: 12:19 pm

Favorite movie: Hot Fuzz ftw

Amount of sleep: Like 4 hours a night if I don’t take a sleep aid

Random facts:

My right leg is like a half-centimeter shorter than my left

I have 29 tattoos

I was Homecoming Duchess my senior year of high school

I got paid $200 to shoot (photos, not the murder kind) my friend’s sister’s wedding reception...with my cellphone.

I drove from Washington state to California and then back (approx 1760 mi/2833 km) on a roadtrip by myself last summer

Favorite show: c r i m i n a l  m i n d s

Wearing: denim shorts, striped crop top tee, pale blue zip hoodie, low-top Converse, and blue nitrile gloves (is it kink or is it chores? You’ll never know)

Dream job: Writer that gets to travel a lot (like car camping all over with portable wifi and writing in cool places)

Tattoos: I’m gonna list all of them here lol

Left calf: mug shots of Rick and Morty done in 80′s colors

Left knee: Open mouth with red lips and vampire fangs, and inside there’s a golden poppy and the Golden Gate bridge (I got the tattoo done in San Francisco)

Left thigh: wooden skull with vines and smokey detailing and blue flowers for eyes

Left arm: Leviathan cross, UFO, lime blossom, a pair of round elephants, a pair of Kewpie doll heads that say ‘Sweet’ and ‘Sour’, a pomegranate with a black skull inside, a dragon skull with mushrooms growing on it, a bat with one eye and a moon, the words “All the odds are in my favor” (first half of a phrase completed on my right arm)

Left hand: a crescent moon, the roman numeral XV for the Devil tarot card

Right arm: the alchemical symbol for Mercury, a tooth, an eyeball, the words “Something’s bound to give in” (the last half of the phrase on the left arm), a rose made of notebook paper with roman numerals for the year I met my best friend (she’s alive, I just like tattoos), a small dagger, a Three of Swords heart with a piece of blue candy in the middle, a Death’s Head Hawk Moth, a human heart with a knife and meat fork and the words “Eat The Rude”

Right hand: the roman numeral VI for the Lovers tarot card

Sternum: honey comb and bees

Back/ribs: Medusa with tentacles instead of snakes (super unfinished)

Piercings:

Both nostrils, septum, stretched ears, three regular holes (heh, my ears), my nips, vertical labret

OTP: I have a multiple now -- Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Eren Yeager/Levi Ackerman

Favorite songs: So many. I can’t list them all. Right now: Jekyll and Hide by Bishop Briggs, Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish (Elijah Hill remix), Dreams by Fleetwood Mac and covered by Lissie

Siblings: 3 brothers, no seesters

Last note: Idk if this what this means...but on my notes for one of my WIPs: 

“‘I can never call you 'Underoos' again.’ I WILL USE THIS LINE IF IT KILLS ME”

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Chasing The Dream 8/10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (High School/College AU)

Warning: Angst. Underage drinking. Jealousy. Language. Heartbreak and arguing.

A/N: This is the series, the prequel of Chasing Dreams One Shot. They do overlap so if you need to read it I can link it when time comes.

Chasing Dreams - This is half way through this part. The basic ending is where this picks up. I got the idea of this series from this one shot. It’s not totally on spot but you get the idea.

Only Two Parts Left

College –

Y/N (Beginning Never Start While Carrying Past Baggage)

The guys had tested out early, getting their diplomas before they left. Nat, Wanda and yourself watched as the tail lights of Buck’s van faded into the evening night. You’d kept your word, not speaking to your father since the fight. He’d left shortly before Peter and the guys, something about a new album and working out a few new songs. You rolled your eyes and ran up to your room without a goodbye, you had nothing nice to say to him.

The guys missed graduation. Wanda sent them photos, and a short video of you celebrating, blowing them kisses. She sent the good photos, most of them were of one of you crying, all of you puffy eyed and ruined make up. Your mother joined your father on tour, leaving you to pack for college on your own.

You’d put off singing, the three of you not ready to pick at the wound in your chests. Peter sent texts, sometimes he called late at night, running on a high after a concert. The closer your move in date got, the more you avoided answering. You were playing with fire; your willpower was weak, and you were standing on the edge of booking a plane ticket and bailing on college. There were break down moments, in the weeks leading up to your move. You’d broke down and called Bucky, bawling and irrational.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He was moving from room to room, you could hear it.

“I can’t do it Buck. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to do this.” You sobbed curled up in bed.

“Hey breathe, you’re going to be okay.” His voice is soft and soothing.

“It hurts too much. I don’t want to live like this. This isn’t what I want.” You shake your head, tears soaking your pillow.

“Deep breathes, Y/N. You’re scared and you’re still getting over the heart break.” He was right, you were being selfish.

“I miss him.” You admit with a choked voice.

“He’s no better than you.” He sighs.

“I’m a lone Buck. I’m scared.” You chew your bottom lip.

“I’m going to send you some downloads, put them on your phone, put your headphones in. I know you have about eight of his shirts. So, put one on and hide under all the blankets and press play.” He instructs you.

“Don’t tell him I called.” You sigh, wiping your tears.

“Our secret doll.” He chuckles softly. “Get ready, I’ll send you what you need to get through the night.” The two of you hang up.

You did what Buck told you pulling your laptop into your lap, you transfer over the MP3’s he sent you, loading them to your phone without a glance at what they were labeled. You put your headphones in, pulling the blankets up over your head you press play. Snuggled in, wearing Peter’s band T you’d stolen from him, a guitar fills your ears and like everything you needed Peter’s voice follows. Your eyes sink close and your body relaxes into the blankets and bed, everything was right when you were dreaming of Peter.

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(After One Shot)

Peter (Is It Really Everything You Ever Wanted)

He dropped his duffle just inside the door, and he could hear Aunt May rushing through the house.

“Peter?” She yells excitedly.

“It’s me, Aunt May.” He laughs, she rushes around the corner colliding into him. Her arms hugging him tightly to her.

“My boys home!” She gushes, rocking side to side.

“It’s just a few days.” He laughs.

“Let me fix you something to eat.” She lets go, heading for the kitchen.

“Somethings just never change.” He mumbles under his breath with a grin as he follows her.

“Where are my other boys?” She looks back at him.

“They’ll be here for supper.” He nods, knowing none of them would risk the wrath of Aunt May if they missed dinner.

“Good.” She nods, shuffling around the kitchen.

“So how are things?” He chews the inside of his cheek, sliding up onto the counter top.

“Anything interesting you’re looking for?” Aunt May smirks at him.

“How’s Uncle Ben?” Peter looks down at his hands.

“Good, working. Refuses to retire, stubborn old man.” She mutters.

“Good to know he’s still the same.” He laughs.

“Aunt May?!” The front door opens, the guys having arrived.

“My boys!” Aunt May throws her hands up, rushing out to greet them. “Come, come, I’m making snacks.” She comes back into the kitchen, going back to work.

“Hey man.” The guys greet him.

“Hey.” He nods.

“Peter was just asking how things are around here. You boys wondering the same thing?” She pauses looking at them. All four of them shift, Aunt May was always good at knowing what they were up too.

“Things been good?” Buck swallows, looking nervously at Aunt May. She lays down her knife, sighing.

“I’m going to give it to you straight boys. Aunt May isn’t Willy Wonka, so here it is.” She points at Buck. “Your girl, pawned her guitar, it’s still sitting down at the second hand shop. She’s sworn off music, colored her hair and has a mean glare on her face most days.” She nods.

“Yikes.” Buck swallows.

“Steven, you better be asking that Amy Thompson for a DNA test, her little girl is blonde, blue eyed and looks like you.” She shoots Steve a dirty look. Steve’s eyes are massive, as he looks around at the other guys.

“I think I need to make a phone call.” Steve pats his pockets before running out of the kitchen.

“That little red headed Wanda, she’s sad. Just sad Samuel. They cried through graduation, and don’t even think it’s cause they are going to miss school.” She points at the three of them. “That girl was so bubbly and joyful and it’s like someone fed her vinegar.” She sighs.

“Wanda? I can’t picture her anything but wide eyed, embarrassed and laughing.” Peter shakes his head, but Aunt May turns on him.

“Peter Benjamin Parker. That poor girl has not been the same since you left this town. Cops showed up just before she left for school. Apparently she had it out with her father again, family dispute or so the town is saying.” She gives him a look that makes him shift in his seat. “Girl colored her hair, refuses to speak to her father, and from what I heard, she’s barely making grades in school.” Aunt May waves the knife around the kitchen at them. “You got some fancy deal and left town, ruining three of the sweetest girls I know.” She wasn’t happy with them, she was lecturing them.

“We didn’t have a choice Aunt May.” Buck sighs.

“We had a choice.” Peter speaks up.

“Christ not this argument again.” Sam drops his head into his hands.

“She wasn’t allowed to come with us. What did you want Nat and Wanda to come, but leave Y/N even more alone?” Buck defends himself.

“Was this really worth it?” Peter throws his hands up. “Cause I’m not fucking happy. Sam isn’t happy. Are you happy Buck? Does being a rock star keep you warm at night? Does it give you that warm excited feeling in your chest? Is it excited to see you every day? Cause I haven’t seen that yet.” Peter shakes his head, biting into a cookie off the counter.

“He has a point.” Sam looks up, rubbing his face.

“You’re only saying this cause you saw her a few weeks ago.” Buck sighs. “I get the same way after seeing Nat. It’s hard, wondering what could have been, I get that Parker.” He shakes his head.

“I’ve been feeling this way for a while, before seeing her.” He admits.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have let her take you back to her place, you wouldn’t be all tangled up in your head.” Buck replies with a sigh. Aunt May looks over at him, he flushes red.

“Shut up.” Peter throws the other half the cookie at Buck. “I’ve been thinking this before the concert. Before being with her again.” His brow connects.

“He has.” Sam defends Peter.

“Why do you always take his side in everything?” Buck groans.

“Maybe because we think the same. Maybe I just miss Wanda. I miss our old lives.” Sam retorts annoyed.

“Yeah, maybe we miss how things were.” Peter jumps in. Suddenly the three of them are going back and forth, Aunt May watching.

“Steven are you okay?” She interrupts. Everyone quiets looking over at Steve, who’s pale white and wide eyed.

“I have a daughter.” He replies, shocked.

“Oh shit.” Peter’s off the counter.

“Told you so.” Aunt May replies, her voice soft as she goes back to making snacks. Peter smirks at her, woman was always right and sometimes it was downright scary.

Everything Peaches 2/6/19: @xmtd5 @mo320 @courtmr   @all1e23 @izzy--lee @irepeldirt @dumblani @crist1216 @alyssaj23 @allyp1023 @joannie95 @kolakube9 @rileyloves5 @sarahp879 @sea040561 @sexyvixen7 @pcterpvrker @pigwidgexn @doctoranon @abschaffer2 @nickimarie94 @teller258316 @wandressfox @amandab-ftw @henrietteoaks @nea90sweetie @circusofchaos @itsagalaxystar @bettercallsabs @miraclesoflove @lucifersnipnips @queenkrissy11 @sadyoungadult @destiel-artemis @paintballkid711 @iwillbeinmynest @sweet-honey15 @chanelmadrid13 @mellxander1993   @spookygrantaire @geeksareunique @supernatural508 @sammysgirl1997 @itzmegaaaaaaan @booksbeforebois @mariekoukie6661 @pure-princess-97 @capsheadquaters @samanthasmileys @youclickedthislink @futuremrsb-r-main @lovemarvelousfics @notyourtypicalrose @petersunderoos96 @loving-life-my-way @booktvmoviefangirl @supernatural-girl97 @fanfictionjunkie1112 @abbypalmer14-blog @meganlikesfandoms @awkwardfangirl2014 @supernaturaldean67 @xqueenofthecraziesx   @queenoftheunderdark @writingaworldofmyown @supernaturallover2002 @daughterofthenight117 @sprinklesandsugarcubes @whothehellisbucky-1930 @verymuchclosetedfangirl @for-the-love-of-the-fandom @ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan @wonderlandfandomkingdom @crazy-little-thing-called-buck @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @stupendoussciencenaturepanda @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety

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Restless Secrets 9

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone made mistakes. Now you’re rocking the single mom life. But when you’ve got yourself into trouble, you head home to seek the help of your brothers. Bucky and Steve. But your secrets are coming to light when a member of your brothers MC and you have a secret. She’s turning three and the apple of your brothers eyes. Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, is the fling from college Spring Break, and the father of your daughter Olivia. You and Olivia came home for help, but all hell was going to break loose now.

“Plans today?” Steve looks over at him, he nods sipping from his coffee mug.

“Y/N wants to go apply for some jobs, asked me to come along.” He explains.

“You taking Livie?” Steve and Eggsy glance over at Livie who is sitting at a table coloring, in her own little world. Her pigtails are slightly uneven and move as she tips her head from side to side.

“Yes.” Eggsy nods smirking at Steve. Who sucks in a breathe nodding. “I told you Steve, you know where my loyalty lies.” He reminds him.

“Alright. Be safe.” Steve nods finally.

“When am I not?” Eggsy snorts.

“When are you leaving?” Steve checks his watch.

“After lunch.” He nods.

“I’ll see if her car is ready.” Steve sighs.

“I have a car seat in mine. We’ll take that.” Eggsy reminds Steve.

“Under the seat?” Steve lifts a brow. The two of them having a different type of conversation.

“Between my seat and the counsel.” Eggsy nods, sipping his coffee again.

“Drive safe, and no funny business.” Steve grumbles.

“What am I sixteen?” Eggsy snorts, Steve smirks. “And Livie is going to be with us.” He lifts a brow at him. Steve shakes his head, scratching the side of his jaw.

“Stop worrying so much. I’ll check in with you, okay?” He pats Steve on the shoulder.

“Thank you.” Steve nods, looking a little relieved.

“Olor wif me?” Livie grins at them, holding up a crayon.

“Of course baby.” Steve grins, he drops into a chair taking the crayon.

“Esy too.” She holds up another crayon, waving him on.

“Count me in.” He grins, taking the seat on the other side of her.

The three of them sat coloring, every so often commenting at each other. Livie was giving Steve crap for his blue crab. Y/N smirks as she wanders over towards them, leaning in behind Livie.

“What do we have here?” She grins, Livie giggles.

“Olor paty, Mo-ma.” She waves a hand at the crayons and coloring books.

“I see that.” Y/N nods, her eyes slip to him. “You just suckered both them in, huh?” She glances down at Livie.

“Yup.” Livie nods proudly, going back to her picture.

“Suckers.” Y/N smirks at them.

“Jealous.” Steve chuckles not looking up from his coloring book.

“Maybe we are.” Eggsy shrugs. “What’s so wrong with that?” He smirks at her.

“Yeah.” Steve looks up at his sister a grin on his face.

“Spoiled rotten you’re making her.” She shakes her head.

“No such thing.” Steve mutters going back to coloring with Livie. Y/N lifts a brow looking at him.

“Nah, never would dream of it.” He chuckles going back to his own coloring. She laughs, wandering away.

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He flicks on the blinker, heading into town. He glances over at Y/N, before checking his review mirror. Livie is wearing headphones a little big on her, as she watches the screen, dancing in the car seat to whatever she was watching.

“You have to tell me about her.” He smirks glancing at Y/N again. She turns in her seat looking at him.

“What do you mean? She’s two, it’s not like she has broad interests.” She laughs.

“What was she like as a baby? What should I know about her now?” He smirks, eyes on the road.

“She was a good baby.” Y/N smiles. “She’s never sick, rarely cranky, not bashful as you’ve seen, and she likes you.”

“You think?” He grins at her for a moment.

“She asked you to color with her. That’s a sacred thing to her.” She nods.

“Really?” He lifts a brow.

“Coloring and reading, she only does them with certain people. Steve, Buck, Peter and well now you.” She smiles at him.

“See Livie likes me.” He smirks, winking at her.

“Yes, well,” she snorts, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I never said I don’t like you. I just don’t know you that well.” She points out.

“What do you want to know, love?” He chuckles.

“Everything.” She grins at him. He nods, switching lanes.

“I have a mom and a little sister, she’s four. Brandon, big guy you saw me with, he’s been my best friend most of my life. I like the color blue and I prefer dogs over cats.” He glances over at her.

“How did you end up in the Mayhem Brotherhood?” She asks, her head tips as she watches him.

“Brandon and I, were out having a good night. When we stumble upon these guys, turns out some of the guys are Mayhem, these other guys are mouthing off. So words are exchanged, Steve tells them where to go, and as he turns his back this mouth piece pulls a knife. I swung first and thought later. Turns into this brawl. Some guy gets the upper hand on Buck, Brandon smashed a bar stool over the guy’s head.”

“You protected my brothers.” She nods softly.

“And Peter. Two on one, jumped in without hesitation.” He shrugs. “Cops come, I think this is it we’re all going to jail.” He laughs. “Then Steve’s paying off the cop, and he comes up to us and says,”

“My life before a brothers.” She smirks.

“Yes. They ask us to come have a drink and talk to them, you know let them thank us.” He shrugs. “We get to the clubhouse, we’re talking, drinking and they offer us a place.” He nods. “We both said yes.”

“It goes a long ways with my brothers. But with them it’s more their lives before mine.” She glances over at him, he smirks at her.

“Can’t say I disagree, love.” He chuckles as she rolls her eyes.

“Always the smooth talker.” She smiles, he pulls into a parking spot at one of the places she asked to stop at. He glances back and Livie is out cold, headphones barely still on.

“I prefer honest.” He winks at her.

“Oh I’m sure, it’s a prettier word.” She laughs. He catches her hand before she can open her door. Leaning over the counsel he catches her lips with his own. Soft, quick and spur of the moment.

“We’ll be here.” He smiles as she grins at him, she fumbles for the door handle for a moment.

“I’ll be right back.” She nods, getting out.

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