#but none of this was ever mentioned it was just awesome that the guy kept trying I guess.

[andthebeanstalk]

My first time watching Glass Onion it was obvious that Miles' speeches were bullshit, but I still searched for any hidden meaning there might be.

The second time is a different experience though because every time my brain starts to search for meaning, I feel like Benoit Blanc discovering that no, there is absolutely no hidden meaning.

It's bullshit it's all nothing nothing nothing! It is just how you end up talking when everyone reacts to your self-aggrandizing word vomit like it is actually wisdom.

Also, legit, when Miles gave his stupid bullshit speech about what the word 'disruptor' means to him, I shit you not I was like holy shit am I back in business school right now?!

Miles must have given speeches like that at 100 business school graduations, goddamn.

Like, the motherfuckers really do sound like this. We didn't have any billionaires come, but we had a lot of millionaire guest speakers in my classes, and they fucking talk like that.

They all think they're rugged capitalists, but they're just glass onions!

[justatypicalwizard]

Late night frustration | Bakugo Katsuki

✦ Bnha characters have their quirks but they are all secret heroes living a doubble-life. Katsuki has a had crush on you but instead of asking you out on a date he's stuck listening to you fangirling over Red Riot. Out of frustration he decided to do something very stupid.

✦ Word count: 2,5k

✦ Warnings: none

Secret hero Dynamite on rampage once again [see video]

Stupid fucking media. They just don’t give a time of the day to check how it all happened. All they see are Mina’s boobs and Eiji’s smile. Bakugo grunted while scrolling through a bunch of shorts featuring yesterday's secret hero action. They all showed the two mentioned earlier in a glorifying light or his, not so subtle, bursting out of the convenience store, glass shattering behind him as he grabs the thief by the collar.

Apart from being a college student Bakugo lives a double-life as a secret hero. How did he get his powers? No one knows, including himself. The same with Mina, Kirishima and Denki. There were a bunch of other people who rolled out on the streets after sunset with masked faces but he didn’t know them all, he didn’t care. It's not like he ever even agreed to the idea, his friends convinced him that they should all use their powers to save the world. Honestly he just saw this as an opportunity to manifest his quirk, otherwise too destructive to play with. Over time he got fed up with what people talked about him, he’s not gonna lie, at some point such an amount of hate would touch anyone. Yet, he didn’t stop, didn’t hide behind a fake personality denying he even has any powers. He got out every second night and did what he’s done for years now.

A bag dropping near his face tore him out of his thoughts bubble. Looking up he spotted your smile as you sat down opposite of him, the well used wooden chair creaked under your ass. There was one more reason why he kept trying all the time. After every night action he waited with gritted teeth for your excited text sending him an awesome video of Dynamite that you just found and fell in love with. He wanted you to fangirl over Dynamite so he could drop by in the middle of the night, take his mask off and tell you that it’s him, he’s the secret hero that you’re in love with. But it never came. You never said a positive word about his alter ego, either being neutral or agreeing with some of the opinions on his brutality and carelessness.

Yet, how could you know better? You were not there last night with the shop owner, an old man too shocked to mumble anything into the microphone after onlookers and reporters flooded the crime scene. You didn’t hear him when he grabbed Bakugo by the sleeve just as he was about to run and thanked him. You didn’t know that the old man was grateful, claiming that the window was nothing, repairing it will cost less than what the thief was about to steal. Of course none of them heard that because Katsuki always gets those compliments off-scene. Noone ever listens to the actual victims, they have a forged history that will match their shitty profiles and online channels.

“Did you see yesterday’s action?” Quite close up actually, princess.

“Mhm.” He mumbled, opening a random book to quickly end the topic.

“There’s a lot of shots of Dynamite breaking that window. I mean, I get that he has a very destructive power but was it really necessary to catch the thief bursting through the glass? Maybe he could run up to him on the streets?” And what would it change? Then he’d blast a car standing on the roadside or a street lamp and they aren’t that cheap either! “Well, at least he got the criminal.” Oh finally, some scarce words of compliment. “But look at that, look, look.”

He nearly grabbed your hand as you started to wave it in front of his face. It was a short featuring Red Riot flexing as he ran to help Bakugo tackle down the thief. It was unnecessary as Bakugo’s explosive hand was already on the criminal's neck which paralysed the guy with fear. Yet, Eiji always wanted to help. He sincerely didn’t do it for attention, he just always wanted to make sure he did the best he could. How can he stand back and watch? It was him who handed the tief to the police. Bakugo already learned that they were not keen on being close to Dynamite so it was always Eiji talking to them. That’s how he stole the whole spotlight of the previous night, he jumped on the already disarmed thief, picked him up and handed him to the police. Simple as that. And yet it had you squeaking and scrolling through more phone-made shots from different angles, all painfully exposing Eiji’s flexing muscles in the scarce suit he wore.

“Red Riot is so hot. I can’t believe he lives somewhere there as a normal person.” Oh he actually lived very close by. Your Red Riot was just a few tables away, chewing on a pencil, sweating over a simple maths equation.

Bakugo was seriously in awe that people didn’t see that bulked form in Kirishima. It was obviously good that his cover never blew but apart from covering his face and hair during actions Kiri was nearly all on display. In the daytime he also didn’t bother covering too much, always wearing a hugging shirt that would show off his tremendous muscles. Guess the mass doesn’t really look for the heroes, they just admire them and later forget that they actually exist as said normal people.

“I would totally fuck Red Riot stupid.”

This was enough. Having someone you love, I mean have a crush on, whatever, talking about fucking a different guy in you very face was too much for Bakugo.

“You know what, I got a text from mom, I need to go.” The blonde stood up, pushing the chair from under his knees with such a force it nearly fell down. He looked at your surprised face as you mumbled a ‘okay’ and that you’d ‘do the assignment they were both due’.

As much as Bakugo wanted to spend time with you, he also couldn’t listen to what you said, a painful feeling aching in his chest.

Later that evening Bakugo found himself sitting on a roof, looking at the city below him. It wasn’t supposed to be a patrol night but he couldn’t sit at home, he had to do something, anything to take his mind off of the earlier talk. Eijiro didn’t even do anything bad but the blonde was furious with him. If he saw that dumb face he’d punch him, which of course he didn’t want to do so he distanced himself for the time being.

A cool breeze grazed his form, sneaking under his masked face. He certainly didn’t like the cold, it made him slower and weaker but autumn was taking over. He saw it in your coat, you picked a new one, a warmer one. You wrapped it around yourself tightly, hiding your chin into the large collar. Oh, you were there, again.

Bakugo leaned over the edge of the roof to see you better. It was past sunset, the yellow light of the street lamps giving your silhouette a golden hue. You were walking down a narrow lane in the middle of the park. You must be heading from some shop as your hands were wrapped around big paper bags.

If not his earlier outburst maybe he could have been next to you. Maybe he’d lie that he doesn’t have anything to do and he can go to the shop with you. You’d spend the evening fooling around in some shopping mall, maybe take out something to eat and he could pretend, just for a second, that you were his girlfriend. Later he’d walk you home and give you a goodbye hug because that’s what friends do. And he would keep you close just a split second longer, so that you don’t notice.

Nothing would come true if he keeps on ditching you for the sake of his own anger. So what if you’re fangirling over Red Riot? You’re not stupid enough to fall in love with the unreachable secret hero. Yet, Bakugo couldn’t shake off the creeping feeling that you could meet Eiji at some point, at a party with your mutual friends and talk to him. You could talk to him a lot, laughing at his shitty jokes, unconsciously brushing his biceps with your hand because of course you’d like him. The redhead is a funny, charming himbo that girls love. If Bakugo would sit down on the couch and watch your interaction for afar then he’s sure that Eiji would put down his hand on the counter behind you, narrowing the space between your bodies. He’d flirt with you jokingly just as he does best up to the point when you both sneak out of the party. Then he’d give you a night you’ll never forget because Bakugo knows damn well what girls say after spending an evening with Kirishima. Maybe Eiji would break it to you that he’s Red Riot and after that he’d never get rid of you. It’s a dream come true. For you. A nightmare for Katsuki.

He actually had to cough because the clench in his chest and the turn in his stomach became unbearable. He felt hurt, as if everything that he just imagined actually happened. As if you were already Eiji's girlfriend. He just wanted you so badly right now that he actually leapt down from the roof down onto the park lane, catching your attention with the small explosions.

Katsuki knew that who you saw approaching you right now was Dynamite. He saw the shock in your eyes as they focused on him but not fear. Good, because he was about to do something very stupid.

Bakugo closed the space between you with a few long strides. He grabbed the puffy collar of your coat and with his other hand slid up his mask, just enough to plant his lips onto yours. Katsuki was not innocent, not even a bit. If he was going to kiss you as Dynamite, so that you never know what actually happened, he was going to do it good.

Your lips were already parted, they never actually closed after seeing the secret hero cross your path. Bakugo used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside to taste you, grazing his teeth over your lower lip. He swore you moaned quietly but maybe he just imagined it getting way too horny. You were soft, no matter where he grabbed you. Unfortunately it was the coat, it secured you from his touch and he silently cursed it was late autumn and not summer.

Finally he let go of you and you stumbled a bit backwards. Before you could ask any questions he ran away, leaving you gaping behind him.

Bakugo could already imagine the sexual assault headlines after you tell everyone Dynamite kissed you out of nowhere. Or maybe you would first talk to him about it. Either way his hero name was already stained enough so that one more spot won’t change anything. But he did it, he kissed you, he felt it. Now he can play it over and over in his mind, fixating on your taste. Hope he never forgets. But he also felt guilty. He basically stole it away from you and that’s not how he wanted to have the first kiss with you.

Katsuki wandered the streets for some time before the emotions overflooded him and he found himself heading towards Mina’s crumpled up college flat. He just had to yell at someone, to someone. He’d throw it all on Eiji once more, complaining how his crush fangirls over Red Riot, the same as usual. Mina was well aware of the whole drama.

As quiet as possible he jumped up and up until he reached the  window of her unused room. It was open, as always, and he flew through it, landing on the floor, tearing his mask off.

“Racoon fucking eyes…” He was just about to start when he dropped his mask to the ground.

Instead of Mina he saw someone else, someone he really didn’t want to see now. It was you, standing in the middle of the room, picking something out of the same paper bag you carried earlier. Now that he saw it up close it had a print of a home supplies shop. You looked at him, eyes wide as ever, mouth gaping once again.

You were not stupid so of course he couldn’t make you think it was all a dream but he honestly didn’t have any better idea right now.

“Bakugo?” You asked, standing up and walking to him, your scrutinising eyes scanning his costume. “What the fuck? You’re Dynamite?”

Of course you were quick to connect the dots, who wouldn’t when he saw his best friend fly up the window with the, oh so well known, explosions.

“You’re, but, how? Why?” You looked like you didn’t know what to ask about.

“Okay, shut it, I’ll explain the whole damn hero thing…” The blonde also started to throw words at you with the speed of a machine gun.

“What? Hero? Why did you kiss me an hour ago?”

That’s not what he expected. You were more concerned with the kiss than with him being Dynamite? He didn’t know whether he liked it. It would be way easier to explain his secret hero life than what he did that said hour ago.

“I…” No words came out of his throat as he looked at you, at your face, tense and focused.

“Why did you kiss me Katsuki?”

“Because I’m in love with you okay, fuck it.”

“What?”

“I’m. In. Love. With. You.” He spat out every word. “And after hearing, once again, how you’d fuck Red fucking Riot today I had enough. It’s always Red Riot this and Red Riot that, but no one cares about the fact that it was me who caught the thief. Why don’t you just go and actually fuck Red Riot. Now that you know I’m Dynamite might as well just show you the way to his fucking apartment…”

Bakugo didn’t have the chance to end his rumble because he felt the familiar taste once again. You were pressing him up the windowsill, your small form no match for him. Your lips were planted against his. You broke the kiss before he had the time to react.

“Shut up about Red Riot. I was just joking. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

“What?” It was his turn to ask stupid questions.

“I, uh damn, I also like you, crush you very much. I just didn’t think you liked me back, giving your shitty demeanour all the time.”

It would take him some time to explain the whole situation to you. It would also take some time for you to get used to him being a secret hero, though after you agreed to be his girlfriend you noticed he threw himself in crossfire less during his night actions. Who knows, maybe he’ll even gain a bit in the eye of the public soon. Now he doesn't really care for it any more as the only person he ever wanted to impress is already snuggled up beside him in bed, late in the night.

[askbendyblogg]

Hey! This post is very important about the blog and what is currently happening! Please read if you will! (Ps: this is a very long post)

Hello everyone! Not to long ago I made a post explaining some certain stuff that will be changing and other junk like that. I have come here to inform you all some bad news involving this blog. This blog will be going on a long hiatus, and I mean long. The main reason being that my connector for the cable I use for my drawing tablet has broken, which means that I can no longer draw on my laptop or drawing tablet anymore. During that time it certainly has made me realize lots of things that I do with this blog, and that includes some of the empty promises I make. I've come to the realization that I don't have the right skill for an askblog, atleast not yet anyway, and also considering I'm still in school, it has definitely taken a toll on my work. When I first started this blog, I thought it was gonna be a piece of cake! But I was dead wrong when I decided to put some story into it, I kept on procrastinating on the story and never actually added onto it which made me frustrated. And even when I wasn't working on it, the other asks that were in the askbox felt like a challenge! And that eventually evolved to me not posting for a long while. Even in the present that still is very obviously a challenge. I will like to apologize for not posting and making some empty promises, I very obviously don't have enough skill in the moment to run an askblog, so that's why this blog will be going on hiatus, and be restarting entirely. You heard that right, the art/answered asks will be deleted. The reason behind this is due to me wanting to start over, begin something new! And y’know, actually gain more skill before deciding to add a story (if that will ever happen). I know this is all very sudden, but I made the decision that I hope will be best for me! I honestly just want to get out of school before actually doing anything, cause BOY OH BOY IS SCHOOL ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! And the moment I finally have enough time and skill, I will consider finally coming back to this blog and all of you, I have a feeling none of you will remember me or even this blog, hell, I think some of you will begin to unfollow! But that's a-okay with me, its quite understandable really, people don't exactly follow blogs that don't post anything! I'm gonna come back, thats a fact, but it will be a long time until I finally post once more, I will be back eventually. I forgot to mention, all of the asks in the askbox will be deleted, I'm extremely sorry for this! Like I said, everything is restarting and I hope you understand!

Before I finally decide to head off, I just want to thank each and every one of you, I never had any idea that alot of people would even enjoy this blog! To all the people who followed, liked, and all that other junk, I thank you×1000, I probably would've given up way earlier if it wasn't for you guys!! YALL ARE AWESOME AND DESERVE ALL THE GOOD ENERGY!!!

Alright, now incase I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight. 👋

(If you got that reference you are very swag)

[cyndilovesprongsie]

HELLOOOOO!!!!

i’m like in love with your writing, and i think it’d be awesome to see you writing something where reader is a dom camgirl and james is like obsessed with her, watches her everyday and stuff, and one day he meets her in an elevator and immediately recognizes her voice!??!!!! imagine him so nervous and flustered when he recognizes the readerrrrr oh my god and it ends in some rough smut 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

OH. MY GOD. HOLYYYYYYYYY SHIT!

THIS IS FUCKING CLASS OH MY GOD

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

SCREEN TIME - J.P

@i-cant-stfu :)

Oh my god this is the longest I’ve ever written! I really hope you like it oh my god

Contents : camgirl!reader x sub!james , crying, strap on, overstimulation (not mentioned, just implied)

If I’ve left anything out, PLEASE TELL ME

As you turn off your computer for the night and change into more comfortable clothes for bed, all you could think about was the guy on the stream. Every time you’d do something as little as glide your hands across your stomach or lean forwards ever so slightly he’d give you all the money in his back pockets.

You weren’t purposefully milking the random guy of his money! You didn’t want him to go bankrupt…he must just really like you! Sure he may be an old, creepy man, but who cares! You push away those thoughts and climb into bed, switching off your phone and finally falling into a comfortable sleep

-

You go wide eyed and run to the elevator down the hall from your apartment, a tall guy with glasses and a messy tie around his neck holding it open for you. You grin and enter the elevator, fanning your face

“Thank you, I’m not used to running”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. The guy slowly looks at you, face running pale as he gulped, nodding slowly

“I…no problem! M’james by the way..”

He grind, sticking out his hand, you place your pocket mirror in your bag; smiling as you gently take his hand and shake it, nodding. He was awfully cute, a small grin lingered on his face as he squeezed your hand. Strong too…

“Y/N…nice to meet you James”

You nod, slowly taking your hand back before looking around the elevator. James, who was stood almost in the corner was fumbling with his fingers like a nervous child, a blush as red as a tomato covered his face, stared at his shoes. He was too shy to even look at the girl in the elevator with him!

It was petty awkward standing there with a girl he wanked off too nearly everyday, or just stared at her and subconsciously drooled. In all fairness, he handnt even realised the elevator had stopped and you were leaving, which made him rush out too. you took a glance at James before grinning

“See you around Jamespotter14”

You hum before leaving the apartment block, leaving a bewildered James behind you, face pale and body melting

-

As the days roll by, more streams were made, and the more you were online, so was James. At this point, you were worrying he had no social life- not one person on here did! But as you kept filming, sleeping, leaving for shopping and the library, you couldn’t seem to get him off your mind

And that’s why you were standing outside his apartment with your backpack and a cocky grin on your face. You had asked your landlord what room James was in, just for visiting purposes and turns out he only lived above you! You slowly raise your hand to knock on the door before stepping back

“Sorry pads, couldn’t get-“

He trailed off as he looked at you, a red face silence overcoming him

“Hi pretty boy”

You smirk before slowly dropping your bag and walking over to the flustered boy, your hand slowly wrapping around his tie as you bring him closer, lips ghosting his own as you scan for any sense of him being uncomfortable. None! You pull his tie gently, letting a soft moan escape his lips as he moves his head around, whining

“Hey hey, what’s up pretty boy? Why you acting like this all of a sudden?”

You pout, lips teasing his neck. James just whimpers more as you do this, body coming into contact as he grabs for you, head loling back. Such a needy boy..you laugh softly as he pulls you towards him desperately. You find this all really adorable, your number one fan to your stream…the boy who had watched since day one…was now in your presence acting like a whiny bitch in heat . This was going to be fun…

-

“You like mommy showing herself to other people on the Internet huh baby?”

You tease James, smirking wide as you watch the boy below you writh and moan, shaking his head. You had already made him cum three times, but you had decided it wasn’t enough. As the strap on you had pushed further into James, his mewls and whimpers became louder, making grabs for your tits and hips. Anywhere he could get them.

“There momma- fuck there!”

James gasped and whined, nodding as he started babbling, capturing your thumb in his mouth as he looked up at you with loving eyed, glassed over eyes as he whimpered. You could tell he was close because he was biting hard on your thumb and moving around far too much for your liking

“I swear to got James if you keep moving I’m gonna tie you down and leave you”

You smirked, pushing your thumb further down his throat as you quickened your hips up, head falling back as you moaned lightly. You had never felt joy like it..it was perfect. You came back to reality when James was practically screaming for you to let him cum

“M-momma! Now! Now! Momma let me cum!”

He pleaded. You gave him a small nod as you buck your hips hard into him, causing him to lightly scream as he released himself, covering himself in his mess.

-

As you and James began to cool down from your highs, you picked up a cloth from his bedside table and wiped him down slowly

“You want a bath Jamie?”

He just nuzzled your stomach, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around you, obviously worn out. You laugh softly, nodding as you clean him up before slowly grabbing some of his clothes

“red jumper or yellow jumper jamsie?”

You question the mewling boy on the bed, grabbing at you from where you stood in just his t-shirt picking out clothes

“Noffin momma! Just cuddles!”

He whimpered, earning a stern look from you, causing him to retaliate and sniffle

“Red momma”

He whispered, a small smile on his face as he adjusted his glasses. As you help him get ready, you can’t help but smile widely at the boy infront of you, hickeys all over his neck and tear stains down his face

“What a pretty boy..”

You whisper, kissing him gently, stroking his head

“Such a pretty boy..”

[nox-writes]

Gyeong-su x GN!reader

Warnings: None i think? Except Nayeon because she's so annoying and if anyone says that she deserved better then i hope the both sides of your pillow are warm and i also hope that you step on a big puddle and your shoes get soaked (i don't need to put zombies and dying in the warnings cuz if you've watched the series then it's pretty obvious that this will mention zombies and death)

so.. let's start with the fact that he is a super sweet guy

And he is so likeable

and sweet

and loveable

and likeable

and i love him😻😻

Anygays when you two first strated dating and he was new to the whole thing, you decided to take things slow in the beginning.

Even though he wanted to tell everyone that he had an awesome partner like you, he still kept his mouth shut.

After about 4 months of dating, you decided to tell your friends about the relationship

Some of them figured it out by themselves, but some had to be told a million times until they believed atleast 50% that it wasn't a joke or anything (Daesu and Woojin)

After you told your friends about your relationship, they couldn't stop teasing you about it

Especially Cheong-san

He LOVES teasing you two about how cute you two look when you are practically sitting on Gyeong-sus (sus) lap because you are sitting so close to each other

On-jo would think it's the cutest thing ever. There is something about you two that makes her so happy for you

First time when Gyeong-su said "I love you" was when you had been dating for 7 months

It took some time to say it since he's really bad at expressing his strong feelings such as love

But you said it back to him and he couldn't be happier

And when Nayeon tries to make fun of him for being poor, you would stand up to him

He would look at you with puppy eyes and thank you for being there for him and stopping him for hurting Nayeon

This man can't afford to get expelled from school, so he doesn't want to pick a fight with anyone

Now for the zombie apocalypse

So when the zombie apocalypse first starts, you two got separated and later found each other again

It was a cute reunion after being separated for so long and your frineds stared at you two in awe when you hugged and shared a kiss when you found each other

When you made your way to the recording room, you thought you would both survive

But that stupid ass bitchy bitch Nayeon went and put the zombie blood rag/cloth on his scratch..

You first didn't think anything of it, thinking that Nayeon just wanted to hel him

But that didn't sound like something Nayeon would do

Gyeong-su followed her outside of the room yelling something at her and you were thinking what Nayeon did to make him so upset

You got your answer

Gyeong su was yelling at Nayeon for calling him a welfie once again but then..

His nose started bleeding. (Again since last time he got hit by a broom lmao)

Your eyes widened in fear and you and Cheongsan were both terrified and denying the fact that he was turning

You tried to come up with an excuse

When he turned into a zombie you were too sad to even try anything to stop him from trying to bite you

After getting zombified Gyeong-su out of the room, you couldn't handle it anymore

It hurt to lose the one you loved and you were crying hard

Nam-ra then told you all about what Nayeon did to Gyeong-su

You were literally blinded by anger

You always knew that Nayeon was an asshole and didn't like Gyeong-su but you didn't think she'd go that far

You cursed and yelled at her for god knows how long after she was on the ground when Cheongsan pushed her

And even when she left the room you all were in you were still mad

You didn't speak to anyone for atleast an hour when suddenly Ji-min came by your side to try to comfort you

You heard her talk to you about knowing how it felt to lose someone you love, due to the fact that she lost her parents to the virus

You broke down and started crying again and she hugged you tightly

You two ended up cuddling on the floor against a wall

After Gyeong-su died, you wanted to stay strong for him so you decided to do everything it takes to stay alive.

Aaaaaahhh i loved writing this and this was not requested but i wrote this for fun. Speaking of which, you should consider requesting a fic you would want me to write. Remember that i write for male and gn reader only. If you want female stories go check my Wattpad; Call-_-Me-_-Nox

[earlgarden-archived]

Childe x ShinobuKocho!Reader

This is part 2 to my last post, where you and Childe meet for the first time. To read part 1, click here.

(Fyi this is like an old post I made so feel free to check out my recent posts 😉)

Childe x ShinobuKocho!Reader part 2 :

You talk about your past

Its been a few days ever since you're meeting with Childe, and he has been thinking about you the entire time. he's been waiting for the moment when you two finally get to see eachother and talk about all the awesome stuff you guys talked about last time. So when he gets the chance to go back to Liyue, he happily accepts that offer just so he could see you. Yes, you had already made a huge impact on him.

Last time, he fell head over heels for you, you were so cool! You were a good fighter, intelligent, witty, agile, cheerful, and pretty. He was happy to have the chance to get to know you! However, although you think you've gotten to know him, there is a lot of things he hid from you. And one of them, is his status. Good thing he's been practicing his acting skills. If it wasn't for his good acting, you surely would've been suspicious. But you were none the wiser... Or were you?

The day hes supposed to go to Liyue comes and Childe is ecstatic. Some fatui were a little nervous as to why he's so excited. Why would he be excited to go meet some fatui recruits?

"Maybe he's like that because he enjoys Liyue's atmosphere?" One fatui agent suggests, knowing that his theory was probably wrong

"Or, he likes Liyue cuisine, so he wants to go to Liyue to eat food?" The other one proposes

"oh! I know! Lord Tartaglia is excited to go to Liyue because he wants to fight the new recruits! I mean, we all know he loves to fight right?"

"yes that has to be it-"

The fatui agents quickly stop talking when Childe turns his head to glare at them. Obviously, he didn't like the topic of the conversation. If only he could tell them about the real reason why he's so excited. But to prevent you from getting involved with the fatui, he kept his mouth closed.

As the ship approaches Liyue harbour, Childe tries to look for you. Silently hoping you weren't there. He does not want you to see him getting off a ship with a swarm of fatui agents following him. Lucky for him, you were nowhere to be seen. After telling the fatui agents what to do, the first thing on his mind was to find you. He tried to think of what you had told him, hoping you had told him something that would give away your location. After thinking for a while, he remembers about you telling him something about the butterfly mansion.

Flashback

"Butterfly mansion?" Childe inquires

"Yup! Its the place where I spend most of my time in! It used to be a normal house, but I had changed it into a place where injured people go."

"oh? Do you hire doctors to work at your mansion? Isn't that a bit annoying?"

"hehe, well the thing is, I am the doctor"

"what?"

"I technically am a doctor. I've done medical training before. I'm pretty awesome don't you think?"

"that's pretty cool! But, Why'd you become a doctor in the first place? You could've just became a fighter like me. I mean, you already possess a vision AND you have good swordsmanship" childe asks, it was a little unusual for a fighter to also be a doctor. As he was waiting for a response, he could see a change in your expression, but, you quickly change it with a smile.

"oh it's nothing. I just thought being a doctor and a fighter is pretty cool!"

That's a weird excuse, Childe thinks.

But he doesn't think much of it.

End of flashback

Childe smiles at the conversation, it seemed like you were really proud of it. Rightfully so, it was a pretty cool achievement. However, Childe felt like you were hiding something. He doesn't know why, but you always radiated angry energy. As much as you were cheerful and happy most of the time, there were times where you just seemed bitter. But, he shrugged it off. Although you had mentioned where you stay, he felt a little awkward to just walk up to your house. So he decides to go to the spot he had met you.

As he approaches the spot, Childe could vaguely see a sillouette of (a man, scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango?) a girl. As he slowly comes closer to the sillouette, his face lights up. It was you! Without a second thought, Childe yells out your name, and watches as you slowly turn your head towards him, he sees how your face looks shocked yet pleased to see him. As he runs up to you, you put your hands together and smile

"If it isn't Ajax! What a pleasant suprise. What brings you here?" oh. He hadn't thought of a excuse as to why he was there. He couldn't just say he was going to meet recruits, you would definitely know that he was a harbinger.

"u-uh, I missed Liyue's cuisine so I came back..." He ended up using the theory that the fatui agents came up with before.

"oh?" You say, a little skeptical "are you sure? That doesn't sound right. Surely there's another reason" childe didn't know what to say, he didn't want to say that he missed you, that would've made you uncomfortable, and so, he decided to just go with that excuse.

"You gotta believe me! Xiangling makes the best food! I just had to come back to try her food" it was partially true, when coming to Liyue, he was indeed looking forward to her food. But he knew that you would be skeptical. But come to his suprise, you simply said

"if you say so..." Huh? That's strange, no further questions. Childe thinks. As he comes back to his senses, he could suddenly feel angry energy radiating from you

"u-uh sorry if I offended you. I just really missed you" Childe said the last two words silently, hoping you didn't hear him

"hm? What are you apologizing for?" You ask slightly confused, even so, you still spoke with a cheerful tone

"huh? But you seemed a little angry"

"oh? I'm not sure what you're talking about?" Okay. She's definitely hiding something Childe thinks, but what could you be angry about? Did anything bother you recently? But you seemed fine just a few minutes ago.

"Are you angry?" childe asks, although it's just the second meeting, Childe thinks he should confront you about this.

"..." Your smile was completely replaced by shock. And he immediately knew, that he was right

"just now, I could feel some angry vibes radiating off of you. And last time, you seemed to be hiding something about the butterfly mansion... Do you wanna talk about it?" Childe says hesitantly, he doesn't want you to get mad at him for asking this, but he just couldn't help it.

He watches as you close your eyes and sigh

"yes.. you're right." That's all you said

"right?"

"you're right... I am angry." Childe looks at you concerned.

"What's been bothering you recently? If you'd like, we can solve it together?" This is what Childe would always do with his siblings. Whenever they were angry or sad he would always say "let's solve it together" and it always works. But not to you. You shake your head, eyes still closed

"you don't understand. This thing that's been bothering me... Cannot be fixed so easily..."

"what do you mean? Surely we can solve it together." You slowly open your eyes to look at him.

"this thing has been bothering me for years.." you explained everything. From your family's death, to your constant hatred against demons. (If you are not familiar with her backstory, I suggest you search it up). At the end of the story, your head was down, as you think about the screams of your parents, the wounds on your sister, and all the demons that killed your loved ones.

"oh..." Childe says quietly. He didn't know what to say... He felt guilty, guilty that he still has his family. While yours were all dead.

"Ajax... You're a fatui harbinger. Aren't you?" Oh no. You had figured it out.

"H-how did you know?"

"I saw you commanding the fatui agents in Liyue harbour..." You said quietly, Childe was very worried

"oh..." Childe was speechless, once again, he didn't know what to say. The air was tense, until you suddenly lifted your head, to look at his eyes

"I heard you had a little brother correct?" You say softly, not wanting to startle Childe

"the traveler said you pushed yourself so you could protect your little brother." You continued, while Childe simply stared at you. The traveler said that?

"To think that you would do anything to protect your brother makes me feel happy. You're clearly not as mean as people say you are" you smile at Childe as he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

After a few minutes passed, Childe finally says something

"I'm glad I could get to know you even more, y/n"

This was a lot longer than I had intended 😅. But it was really fun to write this. Also, this fic was heavily inspired by the Tanjiro and Shinobu scene where they both talked on the roof.

[fiction-she-read]

It's a wrap indeed! I'm finally done with Clanlands, and not a moment too soon. I will give to Sam that he genuinely seemed to care when Graham was nearly killed (or nearly severely injured), while Michelle just kept repeating throughout that chapter, "We're losing the light."

But that show of concern does not redeem him for everything else he's done. (It is here that I would advise the fans of Mr Heughan to leave.)

Strike 1: Self-promotion of his godforsaken whisky (followed by everything he's ever endorsed throughout the book) over 2-3 pages.

Strike 2: While the teasing would have been fine if done in moderation and with some variety, the fact that he kept calling Graham a woman (Lady McTavish being his go to "insult") eventually left a bad taste in my mouth. If this book had been written in the 90s or earlier, I would have dismissed it as a product of its time. But considering they talk about the pandemic, this damn book was written at a time when you would expect guys to know better. Even if they're old and grew up in a time when it was ok to use anything remotely feminine as an insult to "manly men".

Strike 3: Speaking of that "manly man" attitude, good grief did he like showing off how much of a "man" he is, compared to McTavish who likes the finer things in life. Most of his parts in the book were about him and how awesome he was and how manly he was acting in Scotland. Scottish history was clearly less important to him than, well, him. Oh, we did get some Scottish history from Mr Sam Heughan, but most of it was found in McTavish's parts. Otherwise, we either got stuff from his resume, products he endorsed, or Outlander stories (some had something to do with the location they were visiting, which I was fine with, while others were more about the cast getting drunk, which just made me wonder why I needed to know that.)

As they say in baseball: Three strikes, you're out!

So about halfway through, I only read Graham's parts. Now, don't get me wrong, Graham McTavish was no angel that did nothing wrong. He made fun of Sam for having his makeup artist prep him before going in front of the camera. We also got his resume and some Outlander stories that had little to do. But we got more about Scotland than about him, so when I decided to just stick to his part, the experience became a tad more enjoyable.

But only a tad. The way Scottish history was presented was all over the place and not necessarily in chonological order of the events, but in the order of the place they visited, which would have been fine, if we didn't kept going back and forth between the events. We saw the location where Bonnie Prince Charlie escaped Scotland before seeing Culloden, location of the battle the Jacobites lost which led to the Prince's escape! We would hear about a certain person important in Scottish history, than not hear about him for a few chapters before said person was suddenly mentioned again. To quote my favourite Belgian detective: Order and method! There was none of that in the book. Because the narrative was divided between Graham and Sam, it felt all over the place. Sometime we would get the same event from each of their perspective (which was boring), other times, they would complete each other, but not fully.

In her foreword, Diana Gabaldon, the author of Outlander, compared this book to Jack Kerouac (the exact quote being "Think Jack Kerouac, but with fewer drugs, more paragraphs and no sex. Well, almost no sex..."). This gave me great hope for the book I was about to read... The "almost no sex" is most likely a reference to the scene where Jamie Fraser is raped in Outlander, and is often used as a joke by both Sam and Graham (because rape is so funny). While I have yet to read any of Kerouac's books, what I've heard of the author and his body of work tells me that putting any of Kerouac's book at the same level of this money-grab is an insult to the late author.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, I do not recommend this book, unless you are some big Sam Heughan fan who will defend everything he does, no matter what it is. To the others, if you want to know more about Scottish history, find a book written by an historian or read Wikipedia as it does a better job at explaining the whole Jacobites thing than Clanlands. If you want a guide to know where to go to Scotland, buy a travel book. Hell, there's even a travel book about the Outlander locations! Finally, if whisky is the reason you bought this book, it really only features in like one chapter and gets an honorary mention in some others, so buy a book about whisky (or Scotch, if your interest lies in that particular type of whiskey) instead.

If you insist on suffering, I mean, reading this book, it seems that most who enjoyed it listened to the audiobook. Maybe this should have been a podcast instead of a book...

[you-are-constance]

can you tell the stories from the musicals you mentioned in the tags of that post? i'm very interested

YES OF COURSE.

(under a cut because. long)

so starting off Dames At Sea: there was really only one instance that I remember with something really funny that happened

so it was a scene close to the end of act 1, the character of Hennessy sang a (super depressed) reprise of Broadway Baby to announce that the theater they worked at was being taken down & his life was in ruin. (the song was originally supposed to only have piano & drums playing, bass - me - got added because why not?) so there were only 3 of us playing at this point. my friend (who played Hennessy) was getting tangled up in the words. none of them were coming out right. I was just so stressed out (1, because i'd only had the part for like 2 days, and 2, just for him). we got a few bars in, and the actor just gave up on the song, and signaled for the conductor to cut us off, which he did. anyone who didn't know the show would not have realized that he screwed up, because the way he played it off was just so in character in that moment

in SpongeBob, this guy was playing Plankton. one of the performances of his song (When the Going Gets Tough), SpongeBob was supposed to come in for the verse, but Plankton kept on going to his next verse. (luckily the music was very repetitive so the music still fit with what he was doing.) the pit jumped back in the song & we did SpongeBob's verse. the only problem was now, we didn't jump forward again because that verse was done, we kept playing. so my friend playing Plankton, the AWESOME GUY HE IS, just made up new words. he was essentially saying the same thing as the other verse, but he made up new words for it. on the spot.

there was one other scene that was just a mess in general (it was so hard for everyone to get through without breaking). it included a kiss between Plankton and Karen, but we didn't really 'do' the actual kisses. ever. so basically we staged it so that Plankton would kiss the screen that Karen brought around with her, and Karen would kiss the little Plankton plushie that Plankton had with him. I don't really know what happened but I think Plankton forgot to bring the plushie onstage, so instead of doing their usual fake kiss. they actually kissed. it was the loudest cheer I've heard the audience give EVER. they had one show left and just decided to do the real kiss again on closing night. I never played that part in the music right because I was always too busy watching to see what would happen.

[hubbabubba96]

I choked a customer unconscious  and it felt great

Hi I currently work at a retail store stocking shelves over- night. I usually come in, grab a snack and a drink before my shift. This night however was different, I leave the house about an hour before my shift. I go to a local burger joint, I order 2 double cheese burgers , onion rings and a lemonade. I drive towards my work which is usually a 15 minute drive.

 I get there and had about 30 minutes till I start, I finish my food, sipping my drink. I get out and head inside, I see 3 employees with a manager walking towards 2 obviously drunk college kids, and they’re playing with the scooters for the disabled. They’re being told that they're bothering the entire store and harassing the environment of the store. They of course get lippy when confronted. They then head to check out and are still running at the mouth to a fellow employee, we’ll call him “Will”, Will is having none of the behavior. I’m very confused but I put 2 and 2 together in seconds, I then hear more smack talk and Will just snaps, He tells them lets go outside, they all head outside, and I follow because I’ve practiced martial arts for years and thought “well this is happening, might as well try to at very least mediate the bout, I step outside and they are screaming at each other.

*Note* Only one of the guys were really pushing will but the 2nd dude is egging him on and on thinking its funny.*

 We’re all outside and a random customer flies up unprompted to defend Will but that only made it worse, Will then swings on the dude, missing a clean shot by inches, he grabs the dude around the neck and they wrestle to the ground. this made the cheerleader friend try and jump in to help his friend in the fight, this is where I come in, I grab him from behind and position a rear naked choke, but not before falling on top of the guy and repositioning myself, I told him that it’s enough, and to stop, and his response with gritted teeth was a “fuck you” I then set my arms and squeezed the choke till he collapsed under me. I then made my way over to break the other 2 up, which I had a time but they were exhausted.

Cops were called, everyone wrote statements, and they watched the footage of the events, I wasn’t arrested or charged, hell not even fired because I simply kept a terrible situation become worse for either party, my intentions were to watch and referee, because you have 3 angry men yelling at each other at a retail store, good luck talking them out of it, not to mention this all only took about 3 minutes to unfold, I simply responded quickly and under a very time constrained ordeal.

I still work there till the start of 2023, but I’ll be honest I’m trying to stay out of confrontations, but I’ll say this much, if you’ve ever worked with entitled ass customers and wondered at night how it would feel to give them what they got coming, I can say this It feels awesome 10 out of 10 feeling, I know they have to live with the embarrassment of being beaten and choked out in a parking lot for being asses.

Will did get fired for throwing the first punch and being on the clock, I wasn't clocked in so that's all that really saved me.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Meeting the Parents

Pairing: Rue Bennett (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Headcannons of how pretty girl would be while meeting your parents and family.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and drugs.

A/n: Hi guys! I'm cranking out some one shots today since I'll be really busy studying for stats and microbio. Love you all!

- Rue and you would have to come to an agreement before you would allow her to meet your parents.

- She would have to actively be clean for a few days before, to show her restraint but also so she would be clear headed for the day. So nothing would be in the way or mess it up.

- Rue was way more nervous than you, letting you sift through her closet to find something to wear to dinner. She didn't want to be in charge of anything. She just wanted you to tell her what to wear, where to go and what to say.

- But it wasn't that simple because you knew your parents would ask her questions.

- Your parents were aware of her struggles with drugs in the past and they were also aware of the fact that you wanted them to go easy on her.

- You shouldn't have had to ask them to go easy on her, they should've just done it out of the kindness of their own heart. But nonetheless, they would do anything for you.

- Rue would show up to your house almost a half an hour early, her hands sweaty and eyes wide as she shook your mothers hand.

- Your mom was the one who was most excited to meet the girl. Especially after hearing about her so much.

- Your dad was still partially convinced that you guys weren't actually dating and it was just 'teenagers these days'.

- Your mom would smack him upside the head if he ever voiced anything like that out loud.

- Rue couldn't stop thinking that, these were your parents. The people who would sleep soundly as you snuck her into your room. These were the people who were none the wiser to their daughter moaning quietly on end for hours because of her.

- Overall, the dinner went good, the questions that were asked were kept light and the topic of drugs was strictly avoided.

- Your mother had even gone as far as avoiding her nightly glass of wine until you and Rue retreated to your room later that night.

- Rue went on for at least twenty minutes, recalling every word and following it up with 'yeah, that was good right?" Which you would just nod your head, validating the girl as much as possible as she calmed down.

- You were just finally happy to have your girlfriend and your family together, all mutually brought together because of you.

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[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

[babymetaldoll]

Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes 

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating. 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships 

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader 

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

Masterlist 

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- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them. 

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded. 

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?" 

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled. 

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

-

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing. 

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her. 

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.   

-

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace. 

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled. 

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head 

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible. 

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say. 

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head. 

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed. 

- “And who is this?”  

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled. 

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced. 

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.  

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

-

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands. 

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better. 

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else. 

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room. 

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.  

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

-

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner. 

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.  

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled. 

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again. 

-

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down. 

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised. 

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know. 

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living. 

- “Right now, I have an acting job.” 

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.   

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped. 

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand. 

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”. 

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen. 

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought. 

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

-

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them. 

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed. 

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst” 

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”. 

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled. 

- “Thanks dad”

-

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking. 

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler. 

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.” 

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.  

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her. 

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say. 

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him. 

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled. 

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately. 

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled. 

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”. 

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that. 

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans. 

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.” 

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word. 

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled. 

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.  

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it. 

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.” 

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved. 

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear. 

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head. 

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him. 

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”. 

[isanyin]

Be my Date? (Hetalia Denmark x Reader) (Pottertalia AU)

School Year: 4

Third Person's POV:

It was a new Year at Hogwarts, and a new year of adventures. The Slytherin Witches had seated themselves in the train on their way, unknowing of the surprises they would face upon arriving. “My brothers told me that as 4th Years, we will be attending the Yule ball. I guess we should probably try and get out of our normal social circle and scout for dates, no?” (Y/n) proposed to the other two early on the ride. “Yeah, you're right. I however believe that spending the year scouting for dates would deprive us of our study time, and I honestly don't see the point of having to go.” Hedvika responded, her nose in a book. “You are right, but would it not be fun to go? Perhaps this year, I would find someone and make brother Ivan jealous… But other than that, it would also be interesting to attend it regardless.” Natalya mused, with a ghost of a smile gracing her face. 

“Or maybe we could still go even without dates? Perhaps I could ask Professor Snape if it was allowed to go to the ball as just the three of us. It should be allowed, it not like nobody in the history of Hogwarts has ever been Asexual or un-asked.” (Y/n) wondered aloud, curious as to how they would go. She too was curious about the Yule ball as her brothers rarely mentioned it with her before, other than telling her that she should be absolutely precise with choosing a man as her date; that is, if she even gets a date.

As they entered for the new year, all students were greeted by headmaster Dumbledore. Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Tri-Wizard tournament!” 

As the feast began, many students from the different schools sat and stayed at different tables that evening to meet other students. And our Slytherin Witches were among those students. A blonde boy with spiky hair and bright blue eyes made his way towards the three, and stopped as he came in front of (Y/n). “God aften! The name's Mathias Køhler of the Vulpelara House. What's your name? If you don't have one, can I call you mine?” He winked, taking a seat. “Oh- uhm, my name's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) of Slytherin. It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Damn, what an awesome name for an awesome girl.” Mathias grinned. The duo talked for hours without end, until Mathias was called back over by some of his friends. The two promptly exchanged goodbyes and headed to their respective houses. 

As (Y/n) entered the Slytherin common room, she was immediately greeted by Romeo, Arthur, Hedvika, and Natalya. “Where were you?! You took so long, we were starting to think someone from the other schools kidnapped you or something!” Hedvika scolded. “Bella, we were-a very worried! You're not-a usually this-a late without at least-a one of us!” Romeo reasoned, as Arthur frowned. 

“Did you get held up by those boys from Durmstrang? If any of them had hurt you, they'd be sorry for messing with a lady!” “I'm with Mr. Eyebrows over here. Those boys didn't do anything to you, yes?” Natalya growled protectively. “I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to take so long, I swear! Nobody kept me against my will, so none of you need to get mad. I just got caught up is all.” She apologized, smiling. “Thanks for worrying though. You guys are the best friends ever.” “We Slytherin must stick together, no?” Romeo smiled, hugging her tight. “Bloody git, can't you ask her for consent before touching her?! She is a lady after all!” Arthur yelled at the Italian boy, fuming with his hands crossed. “Oh don't be so grumpy, Artie. Get over here and hug me.” (Y/n) playfully smiled. 

“A-are you sure, love?” “You wouldn't want to disappoint a lady, now would you?” “Well if you insist...”

After a few minutes of calming her friends down, (Y/n) headed to bed, dreaming of the boy she met.

First Person's POV:

As the early morning rays of sunshine entered our dorm room, I could feel myself wake up on my own. I sat up and stretched my arms looking over at the other two who were still sleeping. I wonder if I could find Mathias again today; he seemed like a really fun guy last night. My ears perked up as I heard Hedvika yawning and sitting up herself. “Dobré ráno, (n/n).” “Morning, Hedvika. So, are you gonna wake up Natalya or am I?” I questioned. Daily, we would wake up earlier than our Belarusian roommate at the crack of dawn; unless it was a weekend or Monday, where Hedvika and I would sleep in a little late, causing Natalya to have to wake us up. Mondays were never fun, but thank God today wasn't Monday anyway.  

I don't know why, but I had a particularly good feeling about this year. 

As I entered the Great Hall, I picked out some (f/f) for breakfast. “Hey good lookin, I’m guessing you hang here often?” A familiar voice spoke out from in front of me. Mathias! “Well this is the Slytherin table, so yes. Last I recalled, you aren’t a Slytherin, so what brings you here?” I replied. “Hm, not much. Just trying to catch a certain lady’s attention.” He replied casually. Was this guy for real? “This certain lady doesn’t happen to be me, does it?” I ‘innocently’ smiled. “Maybe.” Mathias smirked playfully. Before either of us could make a comeback, another voice spoke up; “Found yourself a boyfriend, now have ya?”

“Hedvika!! He isn’t my boyfriend!” I blushed furiously, scowling. “Not yet~” Mathias corrected. Hedvika chuckled, and Natalya pulled out her wand. “If you hurt our (Y/n), you will not live to see your next birthday, you got that bicycle boy?” She growled. Mathias looked between her and her wand, and nodded, gulping nervously. 

“Oh let the poor boy be, Nat. If you hunt down every boy that looks in our direction, we probably might not get a date for the ball.” (Y/n) pouted playfully. “Oh, you won't have to worry about finding one. You've got a potential date right in front of you.” Mathias smiled.

“Well then, Mathias Køhler. Wanna be my date?”

“It depends. (Y/n) (L/n), do you wanna be my date?”

“Sure.”

Human Names:  Belarus = Natalya Arlovskaya Czech Republic = Hedvika Libuše Jelínková Russia = Ivan Braginsky England = Arthur Kirkland Seborga = Romeo Vargas Denmark = Mathias Køhler

A/n: This oneshot is a part from my Pottertalia x Reader AU fanfiction, so if you liked this I hope you check the book out! Link to the book is ‘HERE’

The chapter where this takes place hasn't been published yet because reasons, so pls be patient. 

[nothoughtsonlynat]

Human (Natasha Romanoff)

Human: Chapter 1

A/N: Troyes, France is 6 hours ahead of NYC so 7pm there is 1pm in NYC. For the sake of this fic we’re going to pretend that the Battle of New York lasted quite a few hours.

*This is my first ever fic and I wrote it at 3am so bear with me

WARNINGS: swearing; mentions of weapons; violence; panic attack; anxiety; my crappy writing; and I think that’s it (lmk if there’s anything I should add)

Barcelona, Spain; January, 2012:

The repetitive ticking of the clock registered in my brain before my eyes even opened. I didn’t need that clock to know what time it was, of course. It was 4:30 am— the same time I've woken up everyday for the past twenty-five years of my life. I no longer need to wake up this early, yet it’s a habit so deeply engrained in my framework that it’s seemingly unbreakable. I roll out of bed and make my way into the dingy kitchen with light footsteps. With some quick math I figured that I got barely two hours of sleep last night, but that’s more than usual. I started the coffee machine and asked with a sigh, “Would you like some coffee or are you just going to lurk in the corner?”

The leather-clad stranger with an eyepatch stepped up to the kitchen island opposite of me and responded, “I wouldn’t mind a cup. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you knew I was here.”

“Well, you know what they say about old habits. You got a name?”

“You can call me Fury. We have a lot to talk about, Eight.” I slid him a mug of cheap coffee and gestured for him to take a seat. 

“Then we’d better get started so you can get the hell out of my apartment.” He simply chuckled in response and I could already feel my patience wavering.

Two Hours Later:

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division? Really, dude?”

“Yeah, it’s a mouthful. Trust me I know.”

“I’m sorry that you came all this way for nothing, Fury, but there’s no way in hell I'm working for some government spy circus.”

“It’s technically an extra-governmental spy agency-“

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not joining,” I said, cutting him off.

“So, you’re just gonna hop from one shitty apartment to the next until you die? That doesn’t seem like a great life.”

“Better than the one I lived before.”

“You aren’t the person to live in hiding. You’re the person who thrives in the action and lives to kick ass, and we both know it.” When I didn’t respond he continued, “I’ll leave you my card. When you change your mind, which you will, you’ll know where to find me. You don’t have to be the bad guy anymore, Eight.” With that he slid off the stool and left my apartment, leaving me with nothing but my rapidly spiraling thoughts and a black business card.

Troyes, France; May, 2012:

It had been four months since Director Fury came to my apartment in Barcelona. We’d kept in contact and he hasn’t given up on me joining S.H.I.E.L.D.. I'm living in my third apartment since then. Wow…those landlords must really hate me. I was watching the seven o’clock news when I saw something that made me choke on my Cheerios. “An alien invasion?! What the fu-” My Cheerio-muffled exclamation was interrupted by the ring of my burner phone. “Hello?”

“Eight, you watched the news recently?”

“Uh yeah, I'm watching it now. You fighting aliens now, Nicky?”

“Okay first of all, I told you to stop calling me that. Second, yes… aliens. I’m forming a team of…extraordinary people to help protect against these threats and they could really use a hand to finish off this fight.”

“I may be weird as hell but I ain't ‘extraordinary’, Fury. I don’t wanna join your band of misfits.”

“Alright, how about a compromise? You fly your fancy jet here right now and help them out and if you still don’t wanna join once the battle is over, you can go right back to France and I’ll stop bothering you about joining.” After a few seconds of silence I agreed. 

“Fine, but I’m not gonna change my mind. Wait, how do you know about my jet?”

He gave a hearty laugh and said “I know everything, Eight. You should know that by now.”

New York, New York; 96 Minutes Later: 

I flew my jet into the city, making sure to take out a few flying Chitauri in the process. We don’t need to talk about how I got my hands on a German jet that can fly 2100mph. I saw a few interesting characters standing in a circle fighting off an endless sea of aliens. I maneuvered the jet and— wait…is that guy wearing blue tights? Is this what Fury meant by extraordinary? Whatever. I landed in the street about 20 yards away and killed the engines. I hopped out and started jogging towards the group. A couple of them turned around, probably wondering who the hell the chick in the black uniform is and— whoa that’s a beautiful woman. After realizing my steps had literally faltered in a mini gay panic, I slowed to a walk and said “Y’all need a hand?”

“Depends on whose hand it is,” replied the redheaded source of my panic.

“I’m a friend of Fury’s. He practically begged me to come save your asses.”

“Fury doesn’t beg,” she said in a doubtful tone.

“Not typically, but I'm just that awesome. If you don’t believe me then call him up but I’m gonna go kill some aliens.” With that I took off down another street where there was a group of the repulsive bastards. After unloading all of my magazines into Chitauri bodies, I switched to my swords and daggers. After another hour or so of fighting, there were no more aliens in sight. I started jogging toward the rich dude’s tower when I saw said rich dude falling through the rapidly-closing portal. I stopped next to Mr. Blue Tights and the buff blonde guy with the hammer when the big green dude grabbed Mr. Rich Dude from the sky and landed next to us. The green guy yelled, waking Mr. Rich Dude up with a start. “What the hell? What happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me. Except for her, she’s pretty hot,” he said nodding toward me. Just then the redhead jogged over to us and eyed my blood-soaked form from head to toe. 

“See something you like, Red?”

“No. I’m pretty sure I'd be classified as a sadist if I liked the sight of that much blood,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Yeah that’s fair.” She shook her head at me with a small smirk. There was barely a second of silence when Mr. Rich Dude spoke up. 

“Anybody want shawarma?”

Three Hours Later:

I had gone to the Triskelion after the band of misfits apprehended Loki. Agent Hill showed me where to park my jet and directed me to a room so I could shower and stay the night if I wanted to. I had put on black jeans, a white tee, and a black jean jacket, all of which had been in a to-go bag in my jet. I was toweling off my hair when someone knocked on the door. I opened the door to see none other than the one-eyed-wonder standing there. “What can I do for you, Nicky?”

“The Avengers are being debriefed in Conference Room 6B in ten minutes. You should come.”

“The Avengers? Is that what you’re calling them? That’s cute. But I'm not an Avenger and I don’t want to be an Avenger, so no thanks.”

“You should come anyway.”

“I don’t actually have a choice, do I?”

“You know me so well, Eight,” he said with an amused grin.

I walked into the conference room and the Avengers were already there. Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, and Natasha Romanoff—whose names I learned from Hill— were scattered around a large table, along with Fury. Romanoff eyed me from where she was standing and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. I squinted my eyes and wiggled my eyebrows in response, and I could see her stifle a laugh. “What’s your name?” She accompanied the question with a blank expression, which made me feel oh-so-special. 

“That’s a very personal question, Miss Romanoff. Let’s slow the pace, please.”

“You know my name but I can’t know yours? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“The world isn’t fair, Miss Romanoff, and I love a good mystery.”

“If you two are done flirting, we have business to attend to,” interjected Fury.

“Right, my apologies, Nicky.”

“Don’t call me that, Eight.”

After an excruciating 43 minutes and 27 seconds, Fury finally let us leave. I was so close to freedom when that unbelievably sexy voice called to me. “Eight!” Romanoff hastily walked towards me in an effort to catch up.

“Yeah?”

“Is your name actually Eight?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Why are you so damn stubborn?”

“It amuses me, Red.” There was a brief silence during which both of us were trying to figure out if the conversation was over. 

I was about to leave when she continued, “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?”

“Well, no. I’m going to stay the night, steal some really expensive jet fuel, and then leave in the morning before Fury can get up my ass about joining his little team.”

She rolled her eyes and responded, “Why won’t you join the Avengers? And why won’t you tell me your real name?”

“It’s just not my style. I’d rather fly solo.”

“You ignored my second question.”

“Then maybe you should take the hint and stop asking.” With that I turned around and started walking away, but a hand on my arm stopped me dead in my tracks. Alarms started going off in my head, and I'm pretty sure Romanoff was saying something to me but I was too caught up in the memories of beatings, punishments, and psychological conditioning to register it. After a few of the longest seconds of my life, the white of my vision cleared up and the voice telling me ‘physical contact is strictly forbidden’ faded into the background. My heart was still hammering in my chest and I was trying to keep my breathing steady despite the inevitable panic attack trying to drag me under, I regained my neutral expression and said. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Are you okay?” She had a concerned expression and if I wasn’t so blinded with anxiety, I would’ve appreciated how cute the furrow of her eyebrows was.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna turn in. It’s been a long day.” I turned around and walked back to my temporary room at a brutal pace. As soon as the door closed behind me, hot tears raced down my cheeks and I lost the ability to breathe. It was gonna be a long night.

3:21 am:

I finally managed to calm myself down and stop the panic attack after almost four hours. Well, I passed out because I couldn’t breathe but it did calm me down. Trying to sleep would be pointless, so I decided to leave before anyone woke up. I didn’t really have much to pack so I grabbed my duffel bag and left the room. I made it to the corridor attached to the landing pads and ran into the one person I really didn’t want to see. “What are you doing out and about, Red?”

“I’ve got places to be and things to do. Were you just going to sneak out in the middle of the night like a teenager with a rebellious streak?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing, actually. Do you need a ride? Where are you going?”

“Madrid. Fury said I could hitch a ride on another plane that’s headed for Germany.”

“Well I’m going to France if you wanna ride with me. My jet will get you there a lot faster.” She studied me for what felt like way too long, probably debating if I would try to kill her or not. You know how spies are with their trust issues.

“What the hell, why not?”

And that is how I ended up in a jet with “Candy Shop” playing over the speakers and Natasha Romanoff in the copilot seat yelling at me to, and I quote, ‘slow the fuck down.’ “Why would I slow down, you psycho?! That’s the whole damn point of this thing!”

“Where did you even get a German jet this fast?”

“Germany.”

“No shit Sherlock. How did you get it?”

“I went to Germany, stopped in at the local speedy-jet dealership, and walked out with this beauty.”

“Sarcasm is a defense mechanism, you know? You’re only being like this to keep me from seeing the real you. You built walls. You want everyone to think you’re fine when in reality, you’re falling apart.”

“Okay…um…there was no need for that, Dr. Romanoff. I can find my own therapist, thank you very much. And don’t go pretending you’re all healthy in the head, Miss Assassin.” It was quiet for all of five seconds before we both burst into laughter.

Madrid, Spain:

I landed the jet at the local S.H.I.E.L.D. base and killed the engines. Romanoff and I removed our headsets and I stood to help her get her bags. “Welp, I’ll see you around I guess.” I really wasn’t good at this type of thing. Or any social interactions, really. Twenty-four years in a cell will do that to you.

“Will I? See you around, I mean?”

“Um, I don’t really know, honestly. I’m not part of S.H.I.E.L.D. so we won’t just run into each other or anything but…”

“Why won’t you join S.H.I.E.L.D.? I mean what else are you doing?”

“Ohhh, I see. You just love me so much that you don’t want me to leave. You’re gonna miss me so much-” I was cut off when she threw her backpack at my head. “Hey! You’re lucky I caught that! Freaking crazy woman.”

When our laughter died down she said, “Well I should probably go. Thank you for the ride.”

“Of course. Hitchhikers are always welcome aboard my beloved jet.” A small smile appeared on her face and she stepped forward to give me a hug but she must’ve seen my body go rigid because she stepped back. She might’ve said something but the voice in my head was too loud for me to understand her. I don’t know how long it was before I unfroze but when I did, she was gone. I walked to the front of the jet and started the journey to France.

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June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

~

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

~

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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Clearing the Air

Because we need more Douxie and Jim bonding moments. ...And I wanted to write these two mooning over their girlfriends.

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                                               ~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a normal day in Arcadia Oaks, or well...as normal as it got for our heroes nowadays with all that had been happening in the mortal and mystical worlds. Point was none of their current big threats were in front of them and they weren't being chased by goblins or gnomes so yeah, normal day for the Trollhunters. A day to try to catch up on missed homework, play video games or hang out with friends who didn't have the weight of the worlds on their shoulders. Or, in Jim Lake Jr's case, do a favor for your girlfriend because you couldn't say no when she called and begged you to help someone instead of her because she had to now watch her baby brother. Now here he was, assisting their newest team member organize some new books at the Arcane Books store.

He didn't mind helping, really, he was doing Claire a favor after all and he'd do practically anything for her and there wasn't really anything wrong with Douxie...The guy was a real life wizard of all things! And had known and worked under Merlin, the very same who had created his amulet, which was honestly just a little awesome he had to admit, but...but he still couldn't help but, well...be jealous of the guy! He was always so buddy-buddy with Claire and making her laugh and giving her little tips on magic and a ton of other things! And of course Jim knew Claire was her own person and not an object and could have other friends but he just...he just couldn't help thinking some days that she was his girlfriend and that this show-off, flirty wizard needed to back-off! Of course he couldn't -would never actually- say anything as he didn't want to upset the raven haired witch he'd been crushing on for so long.

Still he just couldn't fight that ugly, awful, tight feeling of jealousy in his chest whenever he saw the pair together or when the wizard would inquire about doing something with her.

“So Claire had to watch that little scamp of a brother, eh?” Came the accented voice of the, much older, teen as he came back down from the second level for more books.

“Yeah, guess her parents had something to do.” Jim shrugged, not really turning to face Douxie as he shelved more books. He scolded himself inwardly for the flat response, his mother would not be proud of him, but every time Douxie brought up Claire Jim felt the jealousy monster clawing it's way up his throat and he immediately went out of character.

Douxie blinked and tilted his head, still curious as to why the newest Trollhunter seemed to be always giving him a partial cold shoulder. The rest of the gang seemed pretty accepting, Toby was always begging him to see some magic and of course he had hit it off with Claire, but the teen across him seemed to be keeping him at arms length. And he kept feeling glares at his back from time to time. Unsure what he possibly could've done to the usually kindhearted and accepting teen, Douxie scratched at head, flashing a look at Archie (who was, of course, feigning sleep on the counter), before shrugging and collecting a few more books out of a box. He'd figure it out one day.

They worked in relative silence, every attempt Douxie made to converse with Jim to pass the time becoming stilted and stiff. He had managed to start a promising conversation about cooking with the talented young chef but then he made a little quip about how he must of charmed Claire real good with his skills and maybe he could teach him some things, the wizard was hopeless in the kitchen despite his many years on earth, but something he said had shut Jim right down again. Frowning, there had to be some way to figure out what Jim's problem with him could possibly be.

“Oh, yeah! Don't let me forget to pass on a CD for Claire. Was gonna lend it to her but since she's not here...” Douxie said, tucking another book away.

“Ah...sure. I'll try to remember.” Jim muttered, firmly not looking at him from the other end of the store.

Huh...Douxie wasn't sure if he was crazy or not but a thought occurred to him just then, that Jim seemed to get closed off and tense whenever he mentioned Claire. He knew from his time talking to the budding witch that there hadn't been any fight between the two and, obviously, Jim was here on her request since she couldn't be herself, so why...? Suddenly it clicked as he listened to Jim mutter to himself and he had to shake his head. He really could still be such a moppet. The boy was jealous.

“Hey, Mate.” He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before now. The glares, the grumbles, the way he sometimes wound his arm tighter around Claire.

“Hmm?”

“You're jealous, aren't you?”

“What?! No!!” Jim said frantically, all but giving it away with his reaction. How in the world had he figured it out?! He'd been trying to hide it!

Douxie chuckled and shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned against a shelf, watching the young Trollhunter try and sort himself out, “It's alright, Mate.”

“No. It's not!” Jim said, throwing his hands in the air, “I know I shouldn't feel jealous but I am and-and I don't want to do something that might push Claire away but like I-I just can't help it!” He couldn't stop rambling now, trying to explain his feelings and why he kind of disliked feeling so jealous because somewhere deep down he knew it was silly.

“Jim.” He looked up, blue eyes meeting Douxie's hazel. “It really is alright.” The mage held up a hand to prevent Jim from speaking before he was done, knowing what he needed to hear, “Clare and I are just friends. Honestly I kind of see her as a little sister some days.”

“Really?” So all this jealousy really was for nothing?

“Mm-hmm.” The older boy nodded before gesturing with a slightly flourish as he moved, “And I'll have you know I've been quite happily taken for the past five hundred years or so! So, you really have nothing to worry about.”

“Really? You have a girlfriend?” Jim supposed that shouldn't be as big a shock as it was but well...it was considering just how old Douxie really was.

“Mm-hmm...” Douxie hummed, face going soft with a mushy sort of smile that Jim knew he too wore whenever he thought of Claire. “And she kick my arse if I made such a colossal mistake of breaking up with her. Not that I'd ever want to, mind.”

Jim nodded, understanding that feeling, “Yeah.”

“So, we cool, Mate?” Douxie asked, holding out a fist toward Jim.

Jim returned the fist bump with a smirk, “Heh, yeah, we're cool.” And wow was it a relief to know he'd had been worried for nothing.

And with the matter settled, the two finished the rest of the afternoon sorting and shelving books, talking and gushing over their respective girlfriends. Archie merely rolled his eyes, watching unnoticed at the counter, and shook his head at the two lovesick men before going back to sleep.

~*~BONUS~*~

A few days later found Jim leaning against the counter at the cafe, sipping at the coffee Douxie had just handed him as they watched their girlfriends talking outside, Claire holding in laughter as Zoe gestured with her hands. “So...How much are we gonna regret introducing those two?”

Douxie chuckled, “Ooh-ho....immensely.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Just let these two bond over their amazing girlfriends! Also let them sleep because they go through so much. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!