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Smh, after starting Ruina and enjoying it & realizing how to be a pro at Project Moon deckbuilders I remembered how Malkuth is based and my fav Librarian/Floor Manager of all times. I deadass considered writing them after finishing Ruina as a whole and watching a LC LP, given how it's a huge part of her character.

She's like me in many aspects and the whole dilemma of hers IS to think best of people, despite everything what has happened. She is able to hold on a grudge and remain neutral and is less able to yell "fuck off not ALL of us got trauma you went through. Stop lashing out at others bc you feel sad 24/7" in that kinda circumstances.

Who even knows, I'd be probably able to feel everything she's gone through even though I already love ALL dynamics Roland has w/ the Libarians so far. They all make sense and feel unique to the Sephirah in charge.

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Finally Home || walkinggatorbait

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“The movie is fine,” She retorted and pressed another kiss to his neck. She knew that the jet lag was having it’s way with him. And Celine tried to not be so clingy but it had been weeks since she had seen and touched him. “I’ve just missed you.”

Clint laughed and kissed back, running a hand through silky raven waves. “I missed you, too.” He promised. “This jet lag is just really hard.” He nuzzled her, smiling.

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Lovemarks || walkinggatorbait

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Celine smirked as she turned to look back at him. Moving her hand to brush the random stands of hair out of his face. “And like I said, I don’t mind,” She said softly, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. “I feel like if I tell you to have your way with the hickeys, I might regret it.”

Bucky laughed and shrugged as he leaned in to kiss her again. “I could decorate you with them.” he teased, voice a low rumble. “But you’re quite welcome to leave more on me.” 

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You’re so warm… ❜ (Bucky)

“I’m surprised by that. I figured spending the majority of seventy years in cryosleep would keep my body colder.” Bucky replied.

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Can you write their first kiss?? If you haven't already. I love your little fics sm!! 😭😭

Undercover work was Takanori’s least favorite assignment as of lately. And it wasn’t simply because it paired him with Kouyou, their newest asset to the department that had worked his way from being an incarcerated son of a wanted Yakuza oyabun – a criminal Takanori had busted his ass to catch – to a liable source that could aid them with their latest big lead that could bring this home. A liable, willing source that was now his newly assigned partner and, quite literally on paper to make it believable, his “husband.”

If murder were legal, Yutaka would be six feet under in a grave plot with Kouyou in another not too far off. What could have possibly posses Yutaka to pair him with the infuriating man? It was beyond him. It wasn’t like Takanori didn’t understand why. When they weren’t at each other’s throat with banter and teasing meant to rile the other up, they were a match made in heaven. With Takanori’s old track record for theft and eye for manipulating tech and Kouyou’s skilled deception only a well-seasoned con-man could have they were a force to reckon with. Yutaka needed them. Takanori holding his tongue and complying was the least he could do.

Even if it meant wearing a wedding band on the fourth finger of his left hand in a marriage that was a sham for the sake of work. The case.

Visible authenticity to the outside world was all that mattered if they wanted to home in closer to their suspect target. From the leads they had so far, they were potentially eyeing a kyodai rumored to be laying low and out of from under the raider under a pseudonym. The closer they got to him, the closer they got to infiltrating the syndicate. And the moment the did that, the sooner the could capture the wanted oyabun.

It’d been rough, the first few months into their ‘marriage’, sharing a house that didn’t have an inch of framed wedding photos or air to deem it home. If they slept in the same bed, their backs faced each other’s, the bedside empty come the rise of the morning sun. Takanori snored when he sleeps, Kouyou teased, and Takanori retorted that Kouyou had unforgiving morning breath, only to barely resist throwing his coffee mug at Kouyou’s head when Kouyou had the audacity to raise his eyebrows and smugly ask how would he know if he wasn’t trying to make a move on him in his sleep? But to the outside world? They were sheer perfection incarnate.

“I put my hand at the small of his back saying excuse me in the crowded coffee shop - that same coffee shop I pass by all the time yet hardly ever went in except that day - and for a moment I thought, shit, with how quickly he whirled on me, he was going to rip into me for touching him. But he looked at me,” Takanori fought the urge to gag or downright laugh in Kouyou’s face at the loving gaze Kouyou pinned him with whilst smothering down the little foreign flip in his stomach, “and something inside me just… knew. Fate chose us for one another.” 

Quite the fucking contrary. Their ‘serendipitous chance’ was an all-out brawl in a Las Vegas casino (that he was still banned from, mind, for the damage done much to Yutaka’s blood pressure-raising horror) where Takanori’s leads led him to Kouyou’s whereabouts at the time, illegal activity up the ass to elongate his track record for the rest of his life, and walked away with a limp in his step, bruises that took weeks to heal, and Kouyou in handcuffs, just as worse. Love wasn’t anywhere near on their agenda, but selling the façade was the goal. So, Takanori smiled and rested his hand over Kouyou’s, allowed him to intertwine their fingers and soak up the dreamy sighs of admiration as Kouyou pressed a chaste kiss to the back of his hand, right where his wedding ring rested, whilst  holding his gaze with a concealed, mischievous smirk.

Kouyou was good at what he did, Takanori would give him that. An outstanding liar deserving of a standing ovation, his talent of charismatic charm shining brighter than any star Takanori had ever seen when it wasn’t used to work his last nerve behind closed doors. And if it had, Kouyou had gotten pretty damn good at laughing when catching Takanori’s wrist to pull him into his chest before Takanori could go anywhere else, sniggers in his ear telling him to stay. And Takanori would with little to no fight, a moody grump pliant in Kouyou’s hold made to work from the warmth of his lap with Kouyou’s chin propped on his shoulder to watch and offer his musings. His reason being? Kouyou sucked out what inch of energy he would have to be bothered.

It was the damn house. It felt more of a home with the passing months as they added little things with time in between. Their marriage certificate was framed on the wall in their bedroom over the bed. From sleeping with their backs facing each other to Kouyou being more than comfortable enough to lazily roll across Takanori, mumbling in his sleep, half asleep and out of his mind, grinding his goddamn morning wood into him with a little husky hum riding the precipice of pleasure, “You’d look so good in thigh-highs, you know. The lacy sheer ones, with little belts at the thighs to keep them up.” 

To this day Takanori still wasn’t sure what Kouyou had said was intentional or if he was genuinely talking nonsense in sleep, but the weight of morning wood pressing against him with Kouyou’s face in his neck was unmistakable. He didn’t have the slightest bit of regret taking advantage of the position and making quick work to roll and let Kouyou fall in an unceremonious heap on the carpeted floor. If he thought about the husk of Kouyou’s voice in his ear, or how warm Kouyou felt over him for days, weeks to come, it wasn’t any of Kouyou’s business no matter how crabby he was for the ‘cheap shot’ snuck in on a defenseless man while sleeping.

Almost a year in and it hadn’t been the last. Takanori had grown tired of threatening to fling Kouyou off him and Kouyou had become smarter, loosely wrapping himself around Takanori and holding him to his chest when he strayed too far towards the edge of the bed in the middle of the night where Kouyou fussed he’d hurt himself one of these days if he rolled off. It wasn’t like he could help it, just like Kouyou couldn’t help if he got migraines when he went so long without wearing his glasses. 

As a team, it was an inconvenience to them both when it boiled down to working, but Takanori made him hot lemon tea regardless, annoyed out of his mind despite the curl of concern in his stomach when Kouyou curled in on himself to shield away from too bright lights and the snap of his scold. Kouyou never listened to a word he told him. He was furiously stubborn with a habit of making inappropriately humoring quips at equally inappropriate times but didn’t speak a word to bring attention to how his hand reached out for the hem of Takanori’s shirt without looking up at him. Like an unseen queue, Takanori sighed and joined him in bed to gentle massage Kouyou’s temples until he fell asleep and stayed. More times than not, Taknaori wasn’t too far behind him for a midday nap, anyway. It only made sense.

There was an endearment to Kouyou Takanori didn’t know could possibly exist. A con-man he was, an exquisite liar, Taknaori could see why Yutaka offered Kouyou the deal he had. But Kouyou was more than the prized leverage they needed. The thorn in his side he’d come to get used to. He was the smell of home cooked meals and rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee while Takanori’s eyes tired from working endlessly on his laptop. He was unexpected bouquets of snort-laughter at lousy jokes and inappropriate innuendo that well deserved the nearest object thrown at him. He was the tune of an unheard song that his fingers danced to up and down Takanori’s spine when he thought Takanori to be asleep at 4AM, pressed into his chest saved from finding his end from his precarious placement near the edge of their bed. He was the carelessly left behind wet towels after a too-hot bath on the carpet that drove Takanori up a wall and barely concealed morose with a touch of a far away small smile every time he overheard Takanori over the phone talking with his mother.

Kouyou danced on the fine line of truth and lie like he was born for it and kept him on his toes. He was a case all on his own Takanori wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to crack no matter how hard he tried, but as Kouyou lured him into slow dancing in the middle of their living room with only Kouyou’s low, distracted singing in English – honey, saccharine and rich with just a hint of an accent slipping in here and there – huskily murmured in his ear the only music they had to keep a tempo, Takanori decided maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind trying.

“My funny valentine…

Sweet, comic valentine…

You make me smile with my heart.

Your looks are laughable, unphotographable,”

Takanori’s head turned. Their noses brushed soft and easy and his jaw slicked in surprised awe, something warm in his stomach as Kouyou brushed the faintest kiss across his lips with the tiniest smile.

“Yet you’re my favorite work of art.”

Maybe. Maybe.  

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Steve moved back to where she stood, moving to place her hands and then his own. “Waltzes are easier, especially if you have rhythm. Which I’m pretty sure you have.” He replied, “The measures are in counts of three.” He counted off a few to show her, then began teaching her the dance slowly.

“Sounds perfect.” Green eyes watched him change the music, following him back to where she stood. The only dances she knew were the ones of her Romani heritage and they didn’t work well for any of the functions Stark held.

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The Fan’s Boys

This is based off the Fanboy!AU that @jordansgreenshorts, @itsramen, an Anon on Shorts’ Tumblr and myself created about SyndiShotSparklez. (1711 Words)

Jordan Maron, also known as CaptainSparklez on Tumblr, was the biggest fan of a YouTube series named ‘Mianite’. Anything collectible you could find, you could guarantee that Jordan already had on the day it came out, he had posters stuck up on his bedroom walls, a couple shelves on a bookcase dedicated to his Mianite figurines, a section on his wardrobe that only had Mianite t-shirts hung up neatly – ordered by the different YouTubers of course – and lastly, his two prized possessions.  Nadeshot and Syndicate body pillows that were proudly laid on his double bed, one either side so that he could lay in between the two YouTubers. Obsessive was a word that Jordan had heard himself being described as, Creep was another, but Jordan brushed that all off as he sat at his desk drawing another picture of Nadeshot and Syndicate hugging his own character who looked remarkably like himself. His eyes flicking to look up at the plushies on his desk smiling at him, a rush of excitement went through him. In just twelve hours he would be meeting the two men he had fallen so incredibly hard for, he sighed and ran his fingers through the short, tangled, black curls of hair on his head.

‘I need a break’ Jordan thought to himself before standing up and stretching his body, clicking noises filled the room as he had been hunched over for some time now. He jogged downstairs to grab a bottle of water quietly before using the bathroom and plopping back into his desk chair, he clicked onto Tumblr and scrolled through it, not paying full attention to it. That is until he saw in big, bold, black letters: Mianite Harem Visual Novel. Jordan sat up straight and furrowed his brows as he read through the post, how had he missed this? A wide grin soon took over his face as he downloaded it excitedly, leg bouncing as he couldn’t sit still anymore. An almost silent giggle escaping him as he opened it up and clicked new game, the alarm clock beside him reading ‘1:13 AM’

The clock now read ‘3:42 AM’ and Jordan was finally finishing up his third play through, he had found out that there was a secret ending and he just had to find it before going to sleep and that’s exactly what he did. He sat with headphones on listening to Nadeshot’s voice actor tell him how he had fallen for him, while Syndicate’s voice actor agreed and told him more or less the same thing. This is all Jordan had ever wanted to hear, his two idols tell him that they were utterly in love with him. With pinks cheeks, Jordan saved the play through and shut the program down, his art popping back up that he had completely forgotten about. He bit his lip in thought before shaking his head at himself, saving the file and closing the computer down completely.

‘I don’t need more art to show them, I have folder full already’ He mused with a soft chuckle, stripping off his shirt and shorts before crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Syndicate’s waist and resting his head on his chest sleepily. He took a deep breath as he shut his eyes and cuddled into the pillow with the blanket, slipping into sleep with the reminder of needing to update one of his many fanfictions in the morning.

Jordan made himself look as best as he could when he was shaking in anticipation, his hair styled perfectly into his little quiff, a black Syndicate t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was stood chatting to a girl who he had planned on meeting up with at the meet-up, Jordan couldn’t help but blush as people recognized him from the picture he posted before he left saying that he was going and to say hi if they wanted to. People praised him for his art, both on his main blog and on his not so secret nsfw art blog, and sometimes requested him to draw things, he just smiled and nodded along as he was a little too shy to really speak to all the new people. Syndicate and Nadeshot stood together as they spoke to one girl who was grinning and talking so fast it was hard to understand whatever she was talking about, they posed for pictures and hugged before she walked away and squealed about it to her small group of friends who were waiting for her. Fan after fan walked up, had their conversation, took pictures and hugged the two men before leaving, the queue in front of Jordan slowly shortened and he felt his nerves get worse and worse as his fingers tugged and scrunched the corners of the plastic wallets inside his folder that was pressed close to his chest.

‘What if they hate it, what if I’m not good enough, what if they like I’m weird?’ Jordan’s mind panicked and short fused as tears gathered in his eyes and he felt like he couldn’t move or breathe anymore, his friend was before him so he had no one to help him relax and the pushing crowd wasn’t helping in the slightest. Jordan’s friend walked away and they both glanced over to see the smaller man trembling with tears running down his cheeks looking terrified and freaked out, Nadeshot led the other over to him as he placed on hand on Jordan’s shoulder. Seeing that the boy had completely gone into shock Nade hugged the boy as Syndicate told the rest of the fans that they’d be back in a few moments after they had calmed Jordan down, Nade helped him walk behind the building they were next to and Jordan just lent into Nade slightly.

“Hey there buddy, what’s your name?” Nadeshot cooed as he helped Jordan sit down and he sat in front of him with a gentle smile to keep him relaxed as Syndicate followed what Nade was doing as it seemed he knew what he was doing with the fan.

“J-Jo-Jordan” He managed to stammer out so they both smiled and nodded, Syndicate leaning forward to hug him and Jordan just crumbling and crying into him as he hugged him back. Jordan had imagined this moment for so long and now they’re right in front of him, holding him and caring for him, it was all too much for him and his sudden panic attack had shaken him up badly.

“As I’m sure you already knew, I’m Matt and this is Tom. Can I ask what this is?” He tapped the folder Jordan had dropped when he hugged Tom, he peeled himself away and picked the book up, his cheeks turning pink as he held it out with shaking hands for Matt to take and look at. He gently took it and opened it to see a picture Jordan had drawn of Tom and Matt with their arms around each other’s shoulders grinning, the two YouTubers flicked through the art as they grinned and pointed at some excitedly “Is this you?” He asked pointing to Jordan’s own character making him blush harder and nod as he found it hard to meet either set of brown eyes looking down at him, the night sent reading and writing fanfiction, not to mention some of the things he had drawn, about them contributing to his shyness.

“These are fucking amazing Jordan! You’re an awesome artist” Tom praised him and Matt heartily agreed which just led to Jordan feeling lightheaded and dizzy as he slumped back against the brick wall, Tom squeaking in shock as Matt ran off to grab a bottle of water for him, helping Jordan to tilt his head slightly and carefully aiding him to drink.

“Easy Jordan, don’t need you fainting on us… You know we’re just normal people, we’re just like you, it’s okay. Don’t think of us as these people who are held so much higher than you, we’re nothing amazing, just some guys who play Minecraft” Matt coaxed him as Jordan built enough strength to take the bottle and finish it before collecting himself, he wiped back the tears that were sat on his rosy cheeks. Both of them hugged Jordan tightly and he cuddled up to the pair affectionately while he tried to sort out his stressed brain, Jordan didn’t realize that tears were slipping down his face again until Tom was wiping them away again and encouraging him to stop.

“I-I’m sorry I messed up, I-I think I just got overwhelmed and I was scared you wouldn’t like me or my art” He finally admitted with his dropped, voice sounding weak and fragile before he felt a hand tilt his head up and lips press the burning skin of his cheeks as Tom and Matt had just kissed him, only burning his face redder as he gasped and looked at them shocked.

“It’s fine cutie, now dry those tears and let’s get back there yeah?” Tom cheered energetically making the younger giggle and smile before nodding timidly, Matt and Tom either side of him as they helped him up and Matt was holding onto Jordan’s folder.

They led him by the hand so the crowd burst into cheers as people started calling his name, he looked confused but saw Erin and a couple of the others he had met leading the crowd to cheer for him. Matt and Tom lifting his hands up in victory while he just blushed and smiled, hearing a thousand phones take his picture embarrassingly.

They hugged and took pictures before Jordan waved at the pair as Erin dragged him away, Jordan practically beaming and skipping along beside her after a moment. She begged him for details but he just smirked and repeated that it was his secret that he only shared with his two idols… That night while Jordan was finishing off the picture from the previous night he heard his phone ping as he got a text, confused he looked over to see an unknown number with the message.

‘Someone was a hopeful little artist xx - Tom and Matt’

He had completely forgotten that he wrote his contact details in the back of the folder.

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😡 your muse is being way too protective over my muse now that my muse is pregnant (alizair. Because this is gonna be way to fun)

The werehunter knew he was probably being slightly overbearing, but he needed to make sure everything went well. Especially since neither of them had any idea if the baby was going to be katagarian. He was hoping not because human mothers giving birth to katagarians didn’t usually work well. “I know you hate me hovering, but I can’t help it.” He sighed, setting the cup down as he moved to stand next to her at the counter, going back to the books of inventory.

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“And Malia always calling you her stepdad didn’t give you the slightest clue?” Peter teased, holding his hand out palm up. “Those bonds aren’t near as powerful as the bond of a true mate.” He said, smiling softly. “You’re wonderful, Seth. Smart, funny, caring. A best friend to Malia and myself. And you’re beautiful.” He explained. “Please don’t leave us. Don’t leave me.” He asked quietly. “You’re happy here, even in suppressants I can tell that.”

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“How long have you been dancing around telling me?” Peter asked, moving to sit next to Seth. “I would never just force something like this on you.” He reminded. “Were you scared I wouldn’t want you?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” Seth rubbed at his arm. “Maybe. I mean you can have anyone in the world. Beta, omega. I’m sure even another alpha if you wanted.” He blushed, “So why would you choose someone like me?”

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Wedding Plans || lostshieldandhammer

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Stiles glanced up from the book he was looking through and chuckled softly. “Not yet?” he answered, setting the book aside. “I mean… I don’t even know if I want a specific theme, you know? I just wanna marry you and have everything just… go right for once without something good being interrupted by something bad…”

Peter leaned over to steal a kiss. “We can always just go to the courthouse and have a ceremony afterwards. That way we’re already married so it won’t matter.” He offered, smiling.

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Announcement || lostshieldandhammer

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Steve kissed Peter in return before biting his lip at the question from his mate. Stiles watched him, patting him on the arm before leaving the kitchen to go outside to wait on Derek and the others. Left alone with Peter, Steve went back to stirring one of the pots.

“It was good,” he said quietly. “I uh…” He swallowed slowly. “I’m pregnant, Peter,” he whispered, turning around and moving to lean on a counter away from the stove. “Deaton says I’m three months along…”

Peter hummed contentedly as he was kissed. HE arched a brow as Stiles left the room, curious for a moment. “Steve, is everything okay?” he asked, blinking as Steve answered. For a moment he was shell shocked, not believing he coudl ever have another child after the damage from the fire. HE finally broke free, moving to pull Steve to him and kiss him deeply, hold gentle but possessive as he did. When he pulled away, his voice was practically a growl. “I didn’t think I could have children ever again...” he breathed. “Steve...oh, Steve, my love. I can’t believe we’re going to have a child of our own.”

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“Promise me you’ll come back.” (Clint)

Clint smiled at her words, wishing he were there to kiss her. “I will, Celine. Soon. I swear. And then I plan on making up for all these nights you’ve had to spend alone.” He promised, chuckling. “Everything going good at the shop?” He asked. “No trouble or anything?”

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Peter nodded. “It’s something we all deal with in our own ways, but we usually come out all the stronger for it.” He picked his tea cup back up to take another drink. “How long are you expecting to stay?” He asked, tilting his head. “I have a spare room if you need it.”

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Peter shrugged. “Everyone has their own struggles. As a were, mine usually have to do with controlling my inner wolf and keeping off the radar of radical hunters.” He explained. “I got lucky that I’ve been able to bounce back from what I was. Going feral is rarely something my kind can ever come back from.”

“Some are just…more intense than others, I guess,” Emma replied. “Well, I’m glad that you bounced back. I’m sure there are quite a few people who depend on you.”

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“Well, well. Long time no see.”

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🤖 – kiss neck (clint)

Clint hummed and tilted his head back, chuckling. “Is the movie that boring, love?” He teased. He had been home just over a day and he’d spent most of that time sleeping.

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