#him ending up liking suits was more of a coincidence but he likes the ego boost it gives him

[lavenoon]

hi so I am extremely soft for Sun basically being all-hands-on-deck for assisting Y/N with outfits, Moon wanting Y/N to be comfortable, and Eclipse being all here for nice textures

how would the boys react to Y/N asking them (independently) to help them put together an outfit (something complicated that needs an extra pair of hands with buttons/zips). can be pre/post-reveal depending on desired fluff content - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

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Pre-reveal: Sun: Flattered beyond compare - them asking means they trust his judgement enough to put their outfit in his hands! For a peacock like him, who's job is reliant on looking the part, that's a big thing. There's also, uh, the thing about having to go up into their room, their private space, to maybe survey what they have? The thought will fluster him enough to fumble, and ask if they have a few things in mind already, and ends up moving the fashion show downstairs. Just take anything that could come in handy to the living room, he can work with that! Would love to take his time and invite them to a shopping trip, but feels like that might just be too much and sticks with what's available. Will however gladly offer to lend things to them - perhaps a specific tie would match better, or a certain set of cufflinks... Very gentle, but focused while working with buttons and zippers. He takes pride in being asked, so he won't risk damaging anything or hurting them by getting distracted. By the time he's finished the bitter pang of knowing this outfit isn't for him comes back to punch him square in the face, and he's lucky he's always smiling because otherwise it would be hard to keep up. Y/N doesn't miss the way his expression twists, and can't quite make sense of it before he leaves with a quick, but genuine compliment.

Moon: So you have chosen violence. Given that this is reverse coded, you have the shy boy, who is awkward af around the nice landlord already, who has no clue about fashion as his only focus is "dark color scheme and good to move in." He near panics, but agrees to help in any capacity he can - then follows Y/N into their home while just listing off disclaimers about how he's really not that knowledgeable and doesn't know what he's doing with outfits half the time, but if they're really sure - Ends up being the one giving the least "advice" because Y/N could try on anything and he'd say they look great, with that earnest expression that just makes it impossible to be mad about it. Y/N can try the process of elimination, and he does a lot better answering "this or that" questions. The living room ends up a mess by the time he's actually starting to help, almost hesitant to make contact. His gaze keeps flitting up to their eyes, checking in with them if things are still okay and he's good to continue. Ends up losing his anxiety by the end of it, giving them a couple earnest compliments. But once he's out the door and back alone he realizes that's it, that was his role in this and that's what it'll always be, and that does sting a good bit.

Post-reveal: Sun: And here you have chosen death. No longer concerned about propriety and overstepping, because now boundaries are all in the open and secrets no longer exist, he's very eager to show Y/N the full extent of his knowledge. Will no longer be too shy to go into their room, either, and Y/N will have some mild regrets over him judging what they have available. Will also be much less coy about sharing his own wardrobe, and given that he wasn't shy about it before there's just a lot waiting for Y/N. Will still be focused during the actual buttoning and zipping, but his touch will linger longer when he draws his fingers back down the line of clothing he just closed up. God help them when it's at their back - you know what you do when there's sudden pressure drawn down your back? You arch into it, and Sun is living for it when Y/N just moves with his hand, maybe eliciting a small gasp... "There, all set" - and his grin is entirely too innocent when they turn to glare at him. Maybe missing the touch already, which is exactly what he intended <3

Moon: A little less violence, good for him. Given the lack of secrets Moon is much more comfortable explaining that his sense of fashion is very much just "I need to work in it and not get killed by Sun if he happens to switch into it" which will make Y/N laugh and set the tone for the rest of the little fitting. He'll be much more of a menace, pretending to contemplate and at times even impersonating Sun and trying to mimic his speech patterns just to make Y/N crack up as they hold different shirts in front of their body. But when he asks them to "Come here?" with that gentle smile, they don't even hesitate for a second. He's much more confident, maybe even letting out an appreciative hum as he works the buttons/ zippers. Of course, he'll want to look at his handiwork, and helps them turn with his hands on their sides, before grinning like a Cheshire cat and asking if they'll need help getting out of it later, too? Earns him another laugh and a playful smack to the face, but he only laughs too knowing that he will get to help them get comfortable after, too <3

Eclipse: (though not for AU!Y/N, and more a s/o) Eclipse: Oh, he wants to have fun with this! He'd love to start from scratch, and start it all off with a shopping trip to just look around! If the energy is there, he'd love to go to multiple stores and compare, mixing and matching whatever you like, and looking for accessories in the same go! (or another go. multiple trips is also fun, he just gets excited! online shopping he's also definitely open for, if that's more comfortable - he just likes the added bonus of exploration) The actual putting on he'll be quieter, but still giddy. Torn between reverent staring, excited noises and hand clapping, and actually helping, he's a bit of a scatterbrain about it, but it's okay! Just take enough time to get ready! Very, very careful and gentle with any buttons or zippers - he doesn't want to pinch you, or break anything, and animatronics are strong enough for a mindless little tug to end with a loose button or damaged zipper. With four hands he's got a good advantage though, and two can take care of buttons and zippers, while two can hold the rest of the fabric in place. If that happens by having his hands rest on your shoulders, sides, hips, or even all of the above depending on where he's currently zipping/ buttoning, that's between him and you! Will shower you in compliments as soon as he's done, before quietly asking if you like it, too - because he knows that's the most important part, and if he hasn't helped you before and/ or you have very different tastes in fashion, he'll want to check in that everything went well and you're satisfied! <3

#answer let luce #clxckwork sun n moon #accidentally undercover #I feel like I make a lot of jokes abt sun and his fashion so i had to emphasize again #his job *requires* him to look good in a suit and he puts a lot of effort into matching the occasion #him ending up liking suits was more of a coincidence but he likes the ego boost it gives him #this isn't even 1.2K in total so not too insane but yknow. snipe the simps #tried to keep the length roughly balanced bc im normal about being fair #it's a pine forest pre reveal and the boys fancy a good long walk in there #i got so distracted from this im so sorry LMAO #enjoy!!

[leclerced]

Just a thought on hitman!max and handler!reader...

What if max has never met his handler and only knows her with a specific accent or something (bc handler confidentiality). But she also goes out on missions (because you gotta get that bread ykwim) and they cross paths during a mission and he obviously doesn't realize who she is and she has to save his life because she's so much more experienced than him and he hates that so everytime they see each other he gets more and more pissed and they fuck about it. But after a while he starts suspecting something and he finds out somehow without her knowing and he keeps up the act bc he realises he's in too deep... But one time while she's handling him (lmao) he calls her by her real name and it all implodes and she shows up at his place (that only she knows about) and they fight and have nasty sex because they realise thay've found the only other person in the world that can handle each other's lifestyles...

I just think that would be hot ya know?

waittt this is fun! adding read more for general hitman!max warning.

he's angry that someone intruded on his fight the first time. he'd taken out his target and was out of the building when he bumped into some security, but whoever he's fighting drops dead as a gunshot rings out and he barely catches a glimpse of the mystery woman before she's gone. she lets him catch her, follow her back to a hotel bar where she orders them both a drink and waits for him to approach. she expects him to ask who she is, and gives him a fake name, and he knows it's fake but doesn't press on it right then. he asks why she keeps saving him. she teases him and says he's too pretty to die and it pisses him off because he definitely would not have died, he had it handled. he thinks her voice is familiar but can't place it so he hangs around to hear more, to try and figure out where he knows it from. they end up back in her hotel room and there's a fight for dominance before he has her pinned beneath him and she's begging for his touch.

she's gone when he wakes up and he has a text from his handler asking why he missed his flight, asking if he's okay, why he didn't check in. obviously, she knows exactly why, but she has to play the part of a concerned handler to throw him off her trail. it works, and he doesn't even consider she might be the mystery woman who saved his ass. it happens again a few weeks later on another hit, he's fighting someone and doesn't hear a second person enter the room until a gunshot goes off and the fighting stills for a moment as max and his opponent both search for the source of the shot. there's a dead body in a matching suit to his opponent, and when max turns, he sees the mystery woman with a gun. he briefly worries she's about to kill him but then the second shot goes off and his opponent is dead, the knife he was about to stab into max's ribs clattering on the floor.

reader teases him for getting distracted and he tells her he wouldn't have if she hadn't fired, and she counters that if she hadn't fired the other guy would have and max would be dead. he can't argue with that but he still tells her he had it handled even though he hadn't even noticed the other guy and would most certainly be dead like she said. they escape together and he tries asking why she's there and she tells him she was just saving his ass again, which bruises his ego because he certainly does not like being the damsel in distress.

she tells him her name after he finally saves her ass, he wasn't even on a job, just visiting someone in the city, but by pure coincidence he stumbles upon her, escaping the building he's residing in. he helps her take out the goons and she's just like him, adamant that she had it handled even though there were three men twice her size surrounding her. he tries to ask what she was doing there, but she won't tell him unless he tells her why he's there. she thought he was in italy and now he's in new york? she hasn't given him any work so she really has no clue what he's doing there and it bothers her that he won't tell her and she shouldn't tell him she's there to take someone out, no one is supposed to know and max catching her complicates things. she should kill him for it, because he's a loose end and if he's here then it means he just might be allied to whoever she took out in some way. but she can't do that.

she makes him promise not to tell anyone she was there, and he only agrees if she tells him her name. she panics and gives her real name, because if she gives any of her codenames he'll recognize it. there's no way he knows her real name. he agrees not to tell anyone he saw her, and keeps his word and stays silent the next morning when his host is freaking out about one of his superior officers being taken out in the dead of the night and no evidence left behind. he knows it was her, the mystery woman, and wonders what she was doing the night before.

it's awhile later that he connects the dots, she says something he's heard her say after fucking once and he calls her by her name before he can stop himself. the call immediately disconnects and he knows he's massively fucked up. he doesn't hear from her until hours later, there's a banging at his door and he's convinced she sent someone to kill him. max opens the door to find her, and relaxes a little but keeps his guard up because he thinks she might still kill him for what he knows.

she's just angry he used her name on an unsecured line and gives him an earful about it, about being reckless, asking if he wants to get them killed and he interrupts her by kissing her and while she's stunned into silence he apologizes for it, says he wasn't thinking and asks if he can make it up to her. she wants the power, she's still angry about her using her real name, but he won't give it up for her because he likes being in control, he loves the way she can take control from him but he's not used to being out of control so he takes it back each time.

they have to talk afterwards, and she apologizes for not telling him who she was in the beginning and she comes clean about all the extra jobs she does, how she's not just his handler and explains why she was in each of the cities performing her own odd jobs while he was performing hits for her, admitting that sometimes she used him as a distraction while she performed her job then stumbled across him and decided to interrupt it and make him leave with her because her job was done.

#ask #anon #hitman!max

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Hiatus is drawing to a close. We'll get back on a new release schedule soon. Hope y'all had fun. Frieren and Dragon Quest really made this break easy. Likewise with some solid Jojo's/Skip & Loafer chapters. Between the dub batch and new anime releases we're seeing a lot of Gear 5 again and now...I can't unsee that little moment of hesitation. This question is worth its own musing. If Gear 5 has this element of taking over, Luffy losing himself to the Awakening...does he realize that's happening?

Seeing it again with the dub I'm sure we're playing in this territory. It's actually a pretty big departure from how he's talking with Kaido after he gets back up. We've gone from that to summoning paint for your baseball bat. G5 is getting more unhinged as we meander on. Which kind of makes sense. He really just needed it to polish off Kaido at the end of a long fight he was likely just a little short on. I still have to wonder if there is a Butterfly Effect thing going on with these time elements and Yamato kept Luffy from just succeeding outright if he could properly stand-in as the Akazaya's heavy. But that needed to happen or no Gear 5.

Egghead? Luffy's got a much taller task in front of him. Think about how the same concept worked with Sanji's Raid Suit and a few masked alter egos I could mention. The more you rely on it the more it takes over. Not like this has ever been a concept with Awakened Zoans or anything:

This is one of those panels, those scenes I keep coming back to. Three future emperors cross paths in the depths of hell. I've mentioned this before, but you have a great example of Jinbei being about 80% of someone who's good at reining Luffy in while Crocodile smoothly takes over the tense talks. Augur dropping the no coincidence, only fate line. Croc mentions Awakening for the first time shortly after this in the same chapter by the way. It's a crossroads setting up so much for the future of the story. Even have Blackbeard dangling haki in the scene. Kind of a cool half whiteout panel. Also just so happens to have the cover page where Sanji's happily frolicking along with the Kamabakka that many like to ignore.

Feels really important though our first impression of awakening was mindless Zoans fully given into the transformation. A theme reinforced with SMILE fruits heavily by the time we got there. More importantly though...Luffy is here for that. He knows Crocodile and may not like him but likely would respect his knowledge on the subject. Crocodile already had an element of being very skilled and knowledgeable about devil fruits. So has he put two and two together? Does he realize this fifth gear is running the risk of ending up like those jailer beasts?

Feels like that would change the tone of this arc in a big way if we come back and lean on it more.

#one piece #post-wano musings #Luffy #Crocodile

[writing-oof]

At Least It's Not Evil Capitalism (TM)

Day Four: (Design Wheel!) I got Modern Technoblade, so I raise you with Future!Technoblade living in a Modern World while having Time Traveled to save the world Featuring Twin!Wilbur and Criminal!Quackity

TW: mention of weapons, implied violence (it's pretty chill though)

Technoblade has no idea who this guy is. He's pretty sure, almost one hundred percent certain, that he's never seen this dude in his life.

He says as much, but the guy only seems to buckle down.

"We're twins," he says, gesturing between the two of them, "We're practically identical!"

The guy does kind of have a point, as much as he hates to admit it. Technoblade frowns.

"When was your birthday?" he asks, scouring his unlikely-twin's face for a single feature that seems out of place.

"July third," his possibly-twin says and Technoblade frowns a little more.

"What are your parents' names?" he asks, because there's no way.

The other guy blinks, then breaks out into a grin. "I didn't mean literally twins! Do we really have the same birthday?"

Technoblade nods and his definitely-not-twin points out, "That's sure a coincidence."

The guy shakes his head in disbelief. "What next? You're a secret time traveler sent to save the world?"

Technoblade freezes.

How the hell--

Before he can panic about the government having a plant in a high school, the guy starts talking.

"Relax," he says, which is pretty ridiculous given Technoblade's circumstances that he's apparently aware of, "You left your notebook in the library. Sounds like a pretty cool story."

Technoblade breathes an inaudible sigh of relief.

"It's personal," Techno says, frowning.

The other guy makes a face, looking sheepish. "My bad?" he offers, holding out the aforementioned notebook, and Technoblade rolls his eyes.

"Whatever," he says, because that seems to be a pretty common word in the 2020s.

Technoblade grabs his book and turns to leave, but stops short when the guy seems to want to keep talking to him.

"Uh..listen," the guy says, "I know you're new and all, so I figured you probably don't have a partner for the Econ project next week."

"Econ?" Technoblade asks, because the people at this school already think he's a hermit. Better than the truth.

"Economics," the guy says, seeming please Technoblade hasn't run away screaming yet. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't think he's seen this guy with anyone other than that loud first year. Thesus, or something.

Actually, Techno's pretty sure that's just what he decided to call the kid, if he's remembering the right brash blonde.

Either way, a loner could be a pretty good source for Techno, later. If he knows anything, it's that the quiet ones always know more than they should.

He must have taken too long to respond, because when he looks up the guy looks crestfallen.

"What's the project?" he asks, and the guy seems to light up, giving Techno a brief synopsis of something that sounds way too complicated for him.

Capitalism.

Techno bites back a scowl.

Honestly, he preferred the future government's methods of indoctrination. At least there everyone knew it was bullshit.

By the time the bell rings, Technoblade has the guy's number in his phone and plans to meet the next afternoon in the library.

Even though he makes a fool of himself in his Maths class--really, though, who needed to know this stuff when the literal world was ending?--he thinks today was a win.

Sure, his ego will never recover, but at least he has someone interested and knowledgeable to bear the brunt of his capitalism homework.

In his phone, two new contacts sit.

One from the government plant at the cafe down the street from the school, and the other labeled 'Wilbur :)'.

---

Quackity definitely knows what's going on.

Technoblade doesn't know how he knows, but the barista pays way too much attention to certain unsavory customers.

Actually, the fact that men in suits with guns under their coats come to a coffee shop in the suburbs is evidence enough, but the fact that Quackity's the only other person who seems to know that these guys are bad news is an even bigger clue.

Where Technoblade is gripping his sleeves to keep from grabbing his knife, Quackity greets those customers with a smile and impeccable detail to their orders.

None of them ever pay, or tip, so he knows there's something shady going on.

And, with the looks the man keeps giving Techno whenever he comes by for the cafe's free water and WiFi for his legally sourced tablet, he's pretty sure the man has been reporting back to those customers about him.

They never spare him a glance, that he can see, but Quacktiy has a lot more to balance, so it's no surprise he slips up every so often.

Once, the man even offers to buy him dinner.

Technoblade got the hell out of dodge at that, not coming back to the cafe for a week afterwards.

If the government wanted to drug him, they could do it themselves instead of making someone like Quackity do it.

Honestly, Quackity was pretty bad at his job.

He was a great barista, according to Wilbur, but he wasn't really good at being a plant.

He was too obvious, watching Technoblade any time he went into the cafe by himself, sending him more looks the later it got.

Still, after Technoblade's temporary disappearance, Quackity seems reluctant to do anything hasty.

.

Quackity, working for a literal crime boss: Why is there a literal homeless child in my cafe? Am concerned

Technoblade: He's working for Evil Capitalism(™) I can tell

...

So the idea here is that Technoblade accidentally got involved with some Big Shit in the future and somehow (accident) ended up being the one to go back in time to save the world.

Wilbur isn't going to let him do it alone and neither is Tommy once he finds out about it, and Quackity--who works at the cafe that fronts for a money laundering scheme--is pretty damn worried about the kid who stays way too late at his cafe, never buying anything and always just tapping away at his cracked iPad that still has the broken security tag on it.

#firsttrytechnochallenge #30 minute challenge #technoblade #c!techno #ctechno #dsmp fanfic #fanfic #wilbur soot #cwilbur #c!wilbur #quackity #cquackity #c!quackity #twinsduo #twins duo #quackity and technoblade #wilbur and technoblade #techno and wilbur #techno and quackity #time travel #crime

[hyperionswrath-a]

@scorching-passion​  | |  𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼    𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬  

It had been a combination of lucky coincidences that spared Seifer Almasy the gallows, or any sort of trial - again. Some might have thought he got more luck than a cat had lives, but to him and his oversized ego, it was just another thing that came to him naturally. The leaders of the world being as corrupt as they were, be they Sorceresses, Garden Headmasters or politicians, all of them had use of someone like him in the end, if they didn’t think it beneath them to admit as much. Of course, the new Galbadian president could not openly state that Almasy was working for him, but that was just the small print. Getting paid to remove any adversaries from the president’s plate and being granted immunity in turn was as good as things could get, and the payment was well enough to both keep the tall blond’s mouth shut about any shady business, as well as his pockets full and his life thoroughly comfortable. His base of operations thus being Deling City, Seifer had rented the presidential suite of the local hotel, paying the staff working there some extra-Gil to ensure their mouths were kept just as tight-lipped as his. All in all? Things turned out perfect. At least until the president had ordered him to his residence, where Seifer had been faced with a turn of events that was not at all to his liking. Someone to work with. Someone that might be turned into another secret agent the bloody work of removing unwanted individuals could be assigned to. Not only would it impact how much Seifer could earn, no. It also provided the president with a way out, should he decide the blond had become a liability, or too much of a risk by other means to keep around. In short, the new guy was a threat, and Seifer Almasy did not do well with being threatened. Despite it all, he had agreed with a smile to pick the man up and show him around the city, to get acquainted with him and discuss the next job which they were supposed to work on together. As a team. Snorting at the thought as he made his way through Deling City and towards the edge of the same where he had been told to pick the man up, his jaw working in frustration, he almost would have walked right past the stranger. Had he not suddenly started talking to him. In prose. Halting his steps, Seifer glanced over to the other blond, brow slowly rising while he weighed the options of whether the spoken words had been insult, mockery, or actual flattery. Deciding not to decide, he huffed as he turned, crossing his arms over his chest as he considered the other one before him with narrowed eyes. “...you that Roche guy?” Wonderful. Splendid. If this one indeed was his new “partner”, he could already tell that he would throw hands with him if he kept uttering such nonsense. What was that guy thinking?

#scorching-passion #⸻ ˖ ˮI want to feel the pain and the bitter taste of the blood on my lips - againˮ / 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃-𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 #⸻ ˖𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃˖ / ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #.x. AYY FINALLY GETTING TO THIS #.x. tossed it into our beloved dark verse because you mentioned Galbadia :3c #.x. hope this is okay and works!

[lyon-amore]

Time Trial Chapter 12- My responsability

Chapter 11

     I try to concentrate on classes, but I cannot stop looking at the grade. Who are next? Maybe they means Albert and Jeremy? Maybe Paul really is behind all this and hired someone to send us this threat? Although it is impossible, he does not know where I work, only Albert.

     I spend hours theorizing how they could possibly know where I work. I do not understand... All of this is overwhelming me. I must keep a cool head on this.

     Classes end and I desperately look for Albert, carefully pushing past people making my way.      Entering his classes, I see that he is still on the computer. I walk over and sit next to him and he takes out his headphones.

    “What's wrong Jake?” he asks me worried.

    “I think someone must have been spying on us.” I answer, showing him the paper.

     He reads it moving his lips and frowning.

    “It must be someone who wants to scare you—“

    “In a clown suit so I do not know what he really look like thanks to the makeup?” I tell him, remembering the situation.

     Albert simply shrugs, handing me the paper.

    "I'm not saying that I don't doubt you, but imagining that they are following us for something we haven't committed makes it chilling, don't you think?" He crosses his arms, almost annoyed “I feel like they are just playing with you, they are targeting you for having entered that website and they are surely controlling you so that you don't say anything.”

    “Yeah, thanks for the warning.” I reply sarcastically.

     It is no coincidence that both my motorcycle got a puncture and the note was purely coincidental. If I am being watched for having entered that damn website, I do not think I will be able to have a peaceful life then until Sally and I finish this investigation.

    &lt;<I hope you find something useful in Bianca's account.>>

    "Hey, let's go eat and forget about this?" He takes me out of my thoughts and I look at him, a little distracted.

    "I have already eaten before."

    “Ah okay.”

    “But I can accompany you—“

    “No, it's okay.” he stretches out in the chair and smiles “I'm sure you have things to do” he gets up, grabbing the backpack and hits me on the shoulder “See you later.”

     I nod, feeling a little bad. 

    “Jake! It's great that you're here.” the programming teacher calls me “Do you have a moment to teach these students what professionalism is?”

     My ego feeds on those words and I accept.

     Many times Professor Singh has asked me to come to his classes, but I already know everything I need to know, I would simply get bored sitting and doing the same thing as at work, but with people much slower than me. No offense to Albert, but if they do not keep up with me, I feel like I am wasting my time.      I help them fix some bugs and how they can improve the codes. Only that I keep my secrets to making a perfect program to myself.

     They invite me to eat after finishing helping them, but I reject it. Knowing that I rejected it with Al, going with other people would be a bad friend.

     I feel like all my days have become more routine than before. Katherine's kidnapping has taken away that freedom of feeling safe in the streets without rumors everywhere. And after this message, I feel that I should be more attentive to my surroundings.      When I drive home, the feeling that I am being followed is still in my body, so I try to take several detours to lose whoever was following me, or maybe I was just being paranoid?      After a couple of walks around the city, I decided to head to the apartment, feeling better. Safe.

     As soon as I enter my room, I collapse on the bed. I notice my body nervous. I do not understand why Al did not think much of the situation. Does not he see that they could go after him? What are we on a crazy person's list?      Determined, I get out of bed and go straight to the computer, not giving up on being able to find that page or any trace of it again. I am not going to give up.

     After an hour, I ca not find anything and the knock on the door makes me lose focus.      I rub my face and get up from the chair leaving the room to the entrance.      When I open the door, I find Alice carrying a bag in her hand. She waves her hand in greeting, but her expression changes when she sees me.

    “And that face?” She asks me confused.

    “I am trying to find that damn website,” I comment, stepping aside, letting her pass by. “What are you doing here?”

     She release air by closing her eyes. Then she looks at me and hands me the bag.

    "I need to know if you can fix this."

     I take the bag and take out the contents. A doll with a crushed head. I turn it over and see that it is open and that inside it has some kind of transmitter and a broken camera.

    “Where did you get this from?” 

    "Don't be angry, okay?" I look up more confused and from her expression, I get the worst “Sally has been here.”

    “What?” I frown in annoyance “Has she been investigating on her own?”

    "Not alone, Jeremy and I have been with her—"

    “She is just a child, Alice!” I raise my voice annoyed. I think I understand now who that note was referring to: Sally, Jeremy and Alice. This camera had recorded them and transmitted them to someone live.

    “Nothing has happened.”

    “Of course, of course not.” I take the note out of my pocket and give it to him in his hand. “Nothing bad has happened.”

     I turn around, looking at the doll again. It seems that the camera is broken.

    “What is this?” Alice asks me, following me.

    “Someone must have seen you through this camera,” I take out the contents inside, placing it on the kitchen table. I lean on it and look at my friend, waiting for an explanation “Well? Are you going to tell me where you got this from?”

    “From Bianca's altar, on the street from her apartmen.” she leaves the note on the table, crossing her arms “When Sally saw that she was being recorded, she stepped on his head, which caused her to break it.”

    “Smart girl.” I murmur, watching the camera.

    “Do you think you'll be able to fix it?”

    "Well, my thing is not to fix cameras, but if she has expressly asked you to bring it to me, I can take her to fix it while..." I separate the transmitter from the camera and look at it “This can connect to the computer and see where they were transmitted from.”

    "Does that mean you're not already angry with her?" 

    “I still am.” I respond quickly “I will give her a good talk later—“

    “Don't be too hard on her, Jake, she just wanted to help you in her best way.”

     I do not know if putting yourself in danger is the best way possible. I do not want something to happen to her because of me. As always I have to act as an older brother without wanting to. I won't be able to abandon this part of me.

    “I will try.” I reply dryly “Thank you for bringing it, I will return it to you when I manage to get some clue and you can give it to the police, it will surely help you have a good position with the detective Connors.”

    “That's music to my ears.” She says in a happier tone.

     I roll my eyes, seeing how exaggerated it is.      I walk Alice to the door and out into the hallway. At that moment Al appears and looks at us surprised.

    “Has something happened?” He asks us confused.

    "Make sure Jake doesn't get angry with Sally, okay?" Alice warns him.

    “What has our little sister done now?”

    “Maybe get into trouble.” I respond with a snort, remembering it “Goodbye Alice.”

   "Goodbye Jake—"

    “Hey, wait.” Albert stops her before leaving and closes the door, leaving me staring with a look of 'What just happened?'

    Well, it will be something private between them, I better go to the computer and find the best store that can fix the camera and let the tracking program find the signal.

     While I am doing the search, I open the Facebook chat and write a message to Sally. Clearly I am not going to let her go just because she is gotten us something important, I cannot risk her, she is young and has a lot to live for than being involved face to face with danger.      I am sure she thought Alice was not going to tell me, but we all worry about her and what might happen. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Can you explain to me why you were investigating Bianca's street? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I continue with the search, waiting for herp to answer me.      I do not want to get angry with her, because I do not know her and this could get me in trouble, but putting herself in danger? I am not going to allow it.      I find a store and send them an email to let them know that my situation is urgent and that I urgently need the camera fixed.      I then receive the expected message from Sally.     &lt;<You are not going to get rid of this…>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally She is a snitch...

Jareth You cannot put yourself in danger like this, Sally.

Sally I had met Jeremy to talk about what happened with Bianca I wasn’t going to be alone ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I keep thinking about her words.      No, wait, something is wrong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Tell me: Would you have gone alone if you had not met Jeremy? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    It takes a while to answer. She is probably looking for an excuse to tell. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Nothing was going to happen to me, Jareth I was just looking around, not entering the apartment, I know you can't enter if you don't have a search warrant

Jareth Of course, that calms me down a lot. Please Sally, do not do it again.

Sally I wasn’t going to do it But something tells me something has happened to make you this nervous. Can you tell me? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Will I worry her if I tell her? Will she be scared if I tell her that they have seen her on camera? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Where are you now? Are you still in Colville?

Sally ? No

Jareth Good. For now, do not come back here. It is dangerous.

Sally Okay Although it’s not like I can go on my own Are you that worried about me?

Jareth Of course. I see you as a little sister, Sally. It is my responsibility that nothing bad happens to you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Sally does not say anything after my words. I thought she would feel good to know that I really care about her and do not want anything bad to happen to her. Not only is Katherine's life at stake, if we are not careful, so are all my friends. And her. And she still has a lot of life ahead of her, more than me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally I’ve been watching Bianca’s Twitter lock And it’s more interesting than it seems I thought it was a Twitter to vent about your feelings, but it's the opposite

Jareth What do you mean?

Sally Bianca was doing her own research on the website 'The corner of the poor souls'

Sally I wish I don't know how he came across it, but she was gathering evidence from testimonies that people who had participated regretted it That account was being prepared so that when she discovered the 'Master' and his identity, it would be made public I admit, I thought she was someone who only cared about her image, but nope I admire whats he was doing Poor dear…

Jareth So, Bianca was in charge of a sort of 'Covert Operation'.

Sally Yes, we can call it that

Jareth Maybe they found out what she was doing and kidnapped her.

Sally It’s most likely… If you start looking for information about this, you will end up in the spotlight

Jareth And that is why I want you not to, Sally. I do not want you to end up like Bianca or Katherine.

Sally Don’t worry… I am very careful when I browse the internet looking for information

Jareth Do you direct your IP to another address?

Sally Not, I… I use stealth mode when browsing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I put a hand to my head, shaking my head. I cannot real she use that, it is really useless. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Sorry to tell you, but stealth mode has a catch.

Sally What?

Jareth They can also track users.

Sally Well, I hope that the FBI doesn't think badly of me when they see the searches I've done because I'm all dedicated to the investigation

Jareth Haha. Ahem… Let us continue with the investigation. The doll had a device capable of transmitting its image. I will find out where transmitted it.

Sally Okay It’s good to have something of them and know where they hide

Jareth If they do not divert the signal to another place.

Sally But if you find it, don't go alone 😛​

Jareth I will not, do not worry ;)

Sally Jareth?

Jareth Yes, Sally?

Sally Sorry for not telling you I was going to Colville If it weren’t for the fact that it was an excursion, I wouldn’t have gone in the first place I just took the opportunity

Jareth I understand. But I want you to be careful.

Sally Don’t worry, I won’t be back for a long time… Could you…. Could you do me a small favor?

Jareth What favor?

Sally On the outskirts of the city, there is an abandoned hospital My best friend and I used to go there to talk about our problems and get away from everything bad We would go up to the roof and see the lights at night If… If by chance one day you need to get away from everything because of what is happening, you or your friends... I want to share that place with you Let it be your place to be calm from everything that is happening ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I smile when I read her words. She should not worry about a couple of adults with problems.      But it is always very grateful to know when you have someone who cares about you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Thanks Sally. :)

Sally You’re welcome 🙂​ I will continue examining Bianca’s Twitter, I hope to find something else that can help us

Jareth Then I will not entertain you anymore. Good luck Sally. Goodbye.

Sally You too good luck with the signal Goodbye Jareth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     She disconnects from the chat and I do the same.      I dedicate myself to studying while I let the program continue its search. I cannot just sit idly by and stare at the screen, I need to keep busy to calm myself down.

     The message notification sound makes me put the books aside and go for my phone.      I am surprised to see who sent me the message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aaron Beinh Hi Jacob, I'm Katherine's father ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I frown in annoyance. I think I am going to have to make the chat private so no one adds me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Good evening, Mr. Beinh. How did you get my number?

Aaron Beinh By asking you get to Rome, son

Jake And also more appropriate that you had asked me in person.

Aaron Beinh I know and I’m sorry I thought maybe it would make you uncomfortable if I did it

Jake Well… I think I would still have preferred it.

Aaron Beinh And it's not so bad to have my daughter's boyfriend's phone number either 😉 ​----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     With everything that has happened, I am slowly forgetting that I am Katherine's boyfriend. What kind of person am I? I have been so focused on thinking about looking for a missing person that I have not remembered the main thing.     &lt;<I deserve to be a little suspicious of me, honestly...>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Yes, but we are still dating, Mr. Being. I feel a little uncomfortable knowing that it is too early to have his phone number.

Aaron Beinh Please call me Aaron I just hope it’s not bothering you

Jake I was just studying, but I can do it later. What do you need, Aaron?

Aaron Beinh I would like us to have lunch together tomorrow If you can

Jake I will have to see if I have to go to the offices tomorrow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I lie. Of course I did not have to go if they did not tell me, but talking to him in private makes me nervous. I feel like maybe I will make myself look bad and think I am suspicious. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aaron Beinh Of course But it’s important to me if we could talk

Jake I will see if I have a spot for you then.

Aaron Beinh Thanks Jacob I can pick you up from the university if you are free

Jake I prefer not. No offense, but I do not want to attract more rumors where I study.

Aaron Beinh Of course So let me know and I’ll send you the address. 

Jake Alright.

Aaron Beinh Good night Jacob

-----Aaron Beinh has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I put my cell phone away and put my hands to my head. Why would not I have just said no?      I get up from the chair and go out to the living room, where Albert is lying on the couch watching television.      As soon as he sees me, he gets up and sits down. I sit in silence, resting my arm on the sofa, while I hold my head with my hand, still not believing that I had half accepted.

    “Have you talked to Sally yet?” He asks me calmly “What trouble has she gotten herself into?”

    “Do you remember the note I showed you?”

    “Yeah.”

    "The note referred to her," I respond with a snort, "Alice and Jeremy." I look at him and see that he sits up more in his seat, surprised “They have been on the street where Bianca and Katherine's apartment is, and on the altar they have set up for Bianca there was a doll with a camera and a transmitter.”

     I hear him mutter a 'Fucking shit' between his teeth. Now I am sure he will be more worried than before, it was not a joke or to scare us. Someone really has eyes on us. Or rather, from me. Because I was the one who looked at that web page but did not do anything. Will they do the same to everyone who saw it for a while? Damn, I should have asked Sally instead of worrying about her going down that street.

    “But is she okay?”

    "Yes, luckily she is far away." or at least that is what I hope. If she has also hidden it from me, I do not think she can help her in time “My head is going to explode at this rate... Do you know that Katherine's father sent me a message?” He he shakes his head and I continue “I even forgot that I was starting to dating her…”

    “Jake, what's wrong with you is that you're tired.” He puts a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slowly "I understand that what worries you most is being able to find her because that's the main thing and that you haven't been together for a long time either, I mean, You haven't been together for months yet. But she'll be happy to know you looked for her, so don't worry about forgetting.”

    “I suppose…”

     I throw my head back from the couch. I still have to tell him about Bianca and the new discovery, but I am so tired, I do not know how to start telling him. Maybe I could ask him if he knew anything, since they were always flirting and went on a date, whe must have told him something, right?

     “Do you know if Bianca was researching something for her classes?” I turn my head a little to look at him.

     He thinks for a while until he shakes his head.

    "No, what have you found out?"

    “Bianca was researching that same website.” His expression changes to one of terror. Understanding the situation better “How she discovered it, we do not know at the moment.”

    “Dude… Why is there so much information today?” Albert also throws his head back from the sofa, crossing his arms “But let's look at the positive: You are close to the truth, right?”

    “Yes… Close…”

     I do not know whether to call it that way, since if there are people who are after us, they will do everything possible not to continue investigating. We have to be careful and prevent them from following our steps, whoever it is. But how to do it if there is nothing to tell us who it could be? The entire city seems to be being watched by them, as if it were—

    “A stream.” I murmur.

    “What?”

    “No, nothing.”

     If that is what I think, it is that we are being a spectacle too. We should be careful to avoid any small movement making them suspect us. Surely even this will last until Katherine dies, we will be a series for sick people, they want to record our lives and how we handle the disappearance of our friend until they see how we collapse when her body appears. Just like with Bianca.

     I take out my cell phone and quickly connect to the Facebook chat, writing to Sally. I must talk to her about this theory. But since it is late, I just left her a message so that when she can connect, we can talk about it.

    &lt;<If I am right, I think we will have to be careful with what we do, especially I with—>>

      I stop my thoughts and get up from the couch quickly, hearing Albert call me scared.

     We go into my room to see the tracking program and on the screen I find a message.

    ‘Stop trying to find us and focus on how you are going to continue giving us a great show. Katherine has one week left. What method will you choose for her execution, Mr. Miller? Or are you still trying to save her?'

   “Is him? Is he the 'Master of Ceremonies'?” Albert asks.

   “Yes, it has to be him.”

     I stare at the screen, breathless. 

     I cannot make a move without him getting ahead of me. We must hurry up and get her back, even if they do not know about Sally's existence or she will also end up kidnapped if they know she found out about Bianca.

Chapter 13

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HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #ships #kagehina #daisuga #asanoya #tsukkiyama #iwaoi #kuroken #bokuaka #kageyama #hinata #daichi #sugawara #asahi #nishinoya #tsukishima #yamaguchi #iwaizumi #oikawa #kuroo #kenma #bokuto #akaashi #sakuatsu #sakusa #atsumu

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Dangerous Game • Samuel García

Word Count: 1122

Summary: Being invited to a party at your ex fling his house never ends different.

"Wait, you're telling me I left Lu and Nadia in New York for a fucking stupid towel party!" You yelled at Ander who was standing next to Omar and another guy.

"It's just a party? and you love party's, calm down and have fun." Ander placed the cigarette in his mouth before he blew the smoke in your face. "Maybe that'll help."

"Fuck you, and who the fuck are you, hm?" You glared at the guy that stood next to Omar with a blue towel around his waist. "Because I haven't seen you before."

"Patrick Blanco Commerford, the girl with the short haircut and purple towel is my twin sister, Ari, and the girl with the shoulder-length hair and black towel is Mencia, my other sister, and you are?"

"Me? I'm y/n, and I already know a nickname for you, what about 'Wannabe Ken'?" You slightly inspected him with your eyes before you patted his cheek and smiled sarcastically. "Just stay out of my lane, Omar, you have a sec?"

"I- Sure? Yeah, come on." He opened the door to an empty room before closing it behind the two of you. "You okay? Ander already knew you wouldn't like the idea of this."

"Did he? Well, that's sweet of him. I'm in the house of Samuel García, the boy I screwed before I graduated and left to New York, now I'm here and freaking out." You walked from side to side in the room, rubbing your forehead.

You heard a knock on the door but Omar held his hand up towards you, walking towards the door. "Move on, this room's taken."

"Hey, boy, it's not because I'm one of the new rich girls that you can start to become the ruler of the fun, eh, joder." The door was opened as a girl with a silver bathing suit and a black towel walked in. "Wow, ur a sight for sore eyes."

"Mencia wasn't it? Hate to break it to you but I and my friend were actually having a conversation, so have a good night?" You waved your hand in her face, turning your back towards her.

"Go on then, I won't gossip about it, I'm a good listener." She shrugged, adjusting the towel around her body. "No? Okay. Omar, what's Mrs. Fine, her secret?"

"She's y/n, the girl that screwed Samuel before graduation in the showers to be more exact, then she left to New York, now my friend is here and losing her shit." Omar shrugged, getting a shove in the arm from you. "It's the talk of the whole school, y/n/n."

"OH SHIT, YOU'RE THE SNACK THAT OUR SHORT BOY IS SIMPING OVER?!" Mencia let out a loud laugh, clapping her hands. "Oh I'm so happy I came to this party."

"This chick I swe- cariño, do you have anything strong in here? I need my alter ego to come out." You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you that strolled over to the desk, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.

"Whiskey? that's not smart, eh, Omar, she might as well end up somewhere she doesn't want to be." Mencia chuckled, dancing to the music that was playing behind the door. "But you're a free person eh? Go for it."

"That's what I thought as well." You took the bottle before placing it to your lips and swallowing the strong liquid, before Mencia grabbed it away, spilling some on your chest. "Excuse me?"

"Keep some for the other people, you drunkard." Mencia winked at you, opening the door and holding out her hand to you. "This good stuff already working?"

You huffed at her, glancing at Omar as he shrugged and slightly smirked at you, nodding at the door.

You sighed before placing your hand into her hand, letting her lead you towards the living room where everyone was dancing, standing in the middle of the room, she started to move her hips to the tempo of the song, pointing her fingers at you.

"Start dancing, fucking hell, have some fun." Mencia walked closer to you, taking hold of your hands and noticing your body was starting to move to the beat of the reggaeton song. "That's what I was talking about."

You started to get in your own bubble, moving your body to the beat of the music and stealing a person's red cup of strong liquid.

"Y/n?" A voice spoke up from behind you but it didn't make any sense as you kept dancing and the booze was raising to your head. "Y/n, hey."

Turning around you saw Samuel frowning at you with a towel around his waist and a slight change in his appearance.

"Samu! Nice to see you again eh? We're not wearing much, the coincidence, huh?" You laughed, taking his hand and placing it on your hip as you kept dancing.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Samuel twirled you around as you made him do so. "Shouldn't you be in New York?"

You stopped dancing and placed a finger on his lips, using your devilish smile on him, which always worked. "You're a big mouth now eh? I kinda like it, as in really really like it."

Samuel shook his head, removing his hand from your hip, rubbing his face. "You're drunk, you're fucking wasted."

You threw the red empty cup to the floor, crushing it with your pointy stiletto shoes, moving your head next to his ear. "I may be drunk, but that doesn't mean that I don't wanna fuck you."

"And then leave right after? Like last year? No, gracias." He kneeled to grab the red cup but you were quicker as you placed your heel over it, making him stare up at you. "Seriously?"

"I know you want to undress me like you did a year ago, lay me down like used to do, talk about your childhood with me as we're both catching our breath." You whispered, fiddling with the towel around his waist. "If it's worth it, i'll stay for as long college allows me to."

"That's funny, we know you won't." Samuel pushed your hands of his waist.

"A week then, 7 days will that work for our favorite waiter?" You sighed, walking closer to the García boy, placing your hand on the side of his neck. "Yes, no? Maybe?"

"Aye Samu, don't make the girl wait, eh? I'll gladly show her how we girls have a good time." Mencia held up her fingers as a peace sign, snorting at Samuel's face.

"You shouldn't have come back." He whispered, grabbing your hand and walking towards his room.

Seems like you were indeed gonna end up there again.

#samuel garcia x reader #samuel x reader #elite x reader #elite imagine #elite imagines #elite netflix

[rumpsalt]

Please tell me about your Plastic Man x Riddler crackship. Please, I never knew I needed this.

of course!

It originally stemmed from this pannel from the 2018 Plastic Man comics where Plas works at a strip club:

So I, naturally figured "this is silly, what if I made them interact"

but then the more I looked into their characters I noticed the more that they kind of complimented one another, in personality and traits. them being two characters that were never really ever given substantial love interests that cared about them, I immediately latched onto the idea of the two of them. Superficially with this "complimentary" thing, I thought it was a funny coincidence that their suit colour schemes are complimentary. Red and green. Yellow and purple.

if we move on to the personalities/ story lines:

- both have been known to do detective work & with Eel's criminal background and Ed's skill for private investigator type jobs, it's a big potential bonding point

- sometimes Eel is easily impressed, or at least expresses awe more freely & Edward absolutely loves having his ego stroked, Eel would do that constantly

- in most "rehabilitation" comics with Ed, he's often babysat and not taken seriously, but Eel isn't someone that'd treat him that way

- both are eccentric in their actions & expressions of self and I think that'd blend nicely

- they both have generally pathetic love lives and I think it'd be funny to see them fumble around each other

- in most situations (the 2018 Plas comic mostly) Eel denies himself worthy of being with someone because of what he's done & who he was in the past, but with Eddie, he still may feel that way but it doesn't really matter because they've both done bad things and deserve one another & can potentially hold one another in line at least to an extent

- between Plastic Man's constant dumb jokes & puns and the Riddler's riddles I just feel like they'd click

- this one's kinda loose, but I feel like their relationship wouldn't be inhibiting at all to either of them, because Eel really wouldn't care what Eddie does unless people are getting hurt and Ed's (mostly) a fairly harmless villian + even if he's a "hero" Eel's more of a vigilante, and he's still greedy, and you know that if money's involved in something he's gonna end up stealing some just because that's who he is

- they're both clearly bisexual, come on

also to add, not really a reason I've come to ship them, but I have a little headcanon that Eel would buy Eddie a bunch of little puzzle and riddle books, like sudoku, crosswords, cryptograms & forensic mysteries and such, and Eddie really appreciates the gesture, but he flies through them like crazy

for the most part that's what I based them off of ! it's kinda hard to get my exact thoughts to words, and not all of them are there, but in general that's what it is!

I'm sorry it's so long & I infodumped so much, but, truly thank you for asking!! I appreciate it & I'm glad to hear you like it ! 😁👍

If you have any more questions, I'm open to answering/explaining :)

#riddleplas #plastic man #the riddler #rare paring #silly little ship #whatever the fuck these two are #Patrick O'Brian #eel o'brian #edward nygma #ive decided to call them 👎

[munsnz]

Sand — Steve Harrington

TW: Cussing ??

Summary: Where plans were canceled with your best friend, bringing along you and her ex together aka Steve Harrington, remembering the huge dick he was in high school. Perhaps in the span of one day, you catch feelings for him but during a fun activity leads you and Steve together.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Lydineo Radio: Let The Sun In — Wallows

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“I thought Nancy was coming,” You mumbled as you walked towards Steve Harrington’s car, where he wore a pair of his black sunglasses along with a summer blouse, leaning against his car. You and Nancy both planned to head on over to the beach, somehow convinced that Steve was going as well, even if they broke up. It had been a year since the mall burned down due to a mysterious cause, now it was another boring summer all over again.

He smiled a little as he saw you trudge over to him, “Plans were changed little one.” Steve pat you on the head, making you feel like a child and you smacked his hand away from your head.

”Ew don’t touch me,” you groaned and crossed your arms as you stepped away from him. He laughs at the funny gesture and takes his shades off to show his chestnut colored eyes into the open. “So what are we supposed to do?”

”We can......” Steve trailed off, looking at you, “I don’t really know, we can both go?”

You cringed at his words and statement, giving a funny expression playing at your face, “Steve...... I hope you’re kidding me. I don’t even know you much. All I know is that you’re Dustin’s friend and you worked at the mall.”

”I see you’ve watched me huh?” He chuckles at your response and cheekily leans over closer to you, “Guess my beauty- Ow!” He groans to see you step over his shoe, to make him shut up.

”Look, Harrington,” You snap at him, while you take his glasses away from his hands and put them on your face, “I cancelled all my shit plans to come to this little stupid trip Nancy told me and I’m still going, but I’m not gonna let your dumb ego stop me.”

Steve rapidly shakes his head at your orders and ruffles his hair a little being in front of you, a sort of tint of pink welled up on his cheeks. Was he blushing? Seeing him at such flustered state, you rolled your eyes to walk inside the passenger’s seat of his car.

“So are we going-“

”Get in......Asshole,” You smile at him as you shoot a glare at him, making him follow your directions to sit into the driver’s seat next to you.

He sighs a little and turns to you while he turns on the car, “You know Y/N...... you’re a little scarier than I thought.”

Scoffing at such remark, you punch his shoulder, making him laugh nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m not usually this scary.”

”Oh thank-“

You shot a glare at him again, he jumped and turned to the steering wheel. “So where we off to? Maybe we could grab a bite before we go?”

”Sure that’s fine,” You crossed your arms and huffed, this trip was going to be one shitshow for sure knowing you had to be stuck with Steve Harrington.

-

”How come I’ve never heard about you at school?” Steve asks as he sips down the last of his milkshake, watching you, fidgeting with your fingers.

Looking up at him, you claimed while laughing, “Well, you were too busy with popularity. I was just a shadow!” You noticed his eyes turn away from you and you sighed, “I hope you’re not like that anymore. Or are you?”

He shakes his head at your question, being able to express that he was no longer that douchebag he was in high school, “No not anymore. Not everything is about popularity.”

”You learned it the hard way huh?”

Steve nods his head at your claim. It seemed like you could read Steve by his expressions and words he spoke. You had never and I mean never have spoken to Steve Harrington prior to the school you both attended to. Just click. It did.

”How do you know me so well Y/N?” He pondered, while getting up from the table, sliding the money onto the bill for the waitress, “We just met and you read me like a book.”

”I don’t know,” You get up along with him, and both walk outside to find that it was already 4 pm, “Oh shit, it’s late.”

”It’s really intriguing to talk to you,” He blurts out, while walking to his car. You looked up at him, with widened eyes, “I-I mean we took around two hours talking to each other.”

You glanced at him, shuffling over inside his car to avoid any eye contact with you. As you came inside the car, he turned it on, driving to the south where the small beach was near.

-

The wind blew on your face, sending your hair all over the place as you got out of Steve’s car. Somehow a bit of hair got into your mouth and you began to choke but calmed down, whipping the bit of hair out of your mouth. You watched from afar the tides came in and out at the sandy beach located a few towns away from Hawkins. The air began to cool, meaning the sun was going to set anytime soon.

”I guess you’re not much of a beach or summer person right?” Steve calls out from behind you, making you look at him.

He read you correctly this time and you joked, “It’s my job to read you, not yours.” Both of you grabbed a picnic blanket from his trunk and began to walk to the beach area. You slid your shoes off, to place your feet in the thick, warm, sand as Steve followed the same thing like you. In the windy silence, you both laid the towel under you. Getting comfortable, Steve turned on the radio, faintly playing Higher Love by Steve Windows (coincidence? I think not), there wasn’t that much people at the beach that same day. A couple of kids who were playing in the waves from afar, but that was only it. Another driven silence began, but bored out of your mind, you decided to take off your crew neck, where your bathing suit was under and head to the water.

Doing such action in front of him, Steve felt flustered watching you slide your sweater off your body, “Something bothering you Harrington?” You laughed at him, to stand up and lend your hand towards him.

”I.....” Steve trails off, grabbing your hand to stand up and run towards the water, “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

”You’re such a child, Steve!” You giggled and followed him to the tide running in and out. You were sadly the last one that got there, being splashed water at your face by him, “You’re gonna regret that Harrington!”

“I’d like to see you try Y/N!”

-

Who knew you were chasing Steve Harrington across the water to see him being thrown by the wave crashing, sending him underwater. He comes back to the surface to find you next to him, splashing water in his face, getting back at him.

”I told you I’d get you,” You paddled your feet to keep you at the surface, smiling at him to find his ‘perfect’ hair ruined in front of you.

But as you watched him squint his eyes because of the water in them. You felt something touch your leg, making you quiver, “Ah!” You shouted as you rapidly threw your arms around him, unaware of who you were holding on to. Caught off guard, Steve feels his heart skip a beat, feeling your skin on his, sending you both underwater and back up to the surface.

”What’s wrong?!” He exclaims, blabbing out the salty water that accidentally went into his mouth, while grabbing you too.

”I felt something on my leg,” You look around at the body of water around you, still latched onto him. Freezing in your position, the only sound you both heard was of the ocean, nothing else happened. But slowly realizing who you were hung onto, you watch him awkwardly to find him holding you as well, bringing a whole feeling of nervousness. Letting go, although you didn’t want to.

“Karma,” He chuckles silently, and covers his mouth. Realizing your stupidity, it was just seaweed roaming around. You move your hair out of your face and begin to swim away from him, but felt a slight tug by your waist, guessing who it was you paddled away faster and giggled even more.

Now here was the place you were going to have a lifetime with this guy you barely know. This new friend of yours seemed like someone you have known for years on end. Just something about it, clicked.

-

After a shit ton of messing around and unintentionally flirting with each other, you grew exhausted. The swimming and running all over the place drains one out. Now you were splurged onto the warm sand, with a ton of mixed emotions everywhere, eager to try something different.

”This may sound weird but you’re cool.”

”I know I am,” Steve scoffs, laying shirtless under the towel and crossed his legs while you sat up, dusting the sand away from the seashells you both found lying beneath the sand. Another silence grew, the sound of the waves become louder, you were in the reality instead of that pretty daydream with him. You weren’t attracted to Steve. Correct?

Of course you were though, shockingly. But with such courage you sighed, watching the sunset turn into a deep shade of orange and purple, “Wanna do something weird?”

”I like weird,” Steve sits up, placing his arm onto his bent knee, “Tell me.”

You had never been such an outgoing or confident person, it seemed like you were more into the shy part of things. As you breathed out, you mumbled, “How about if we talk about the person we like the most? We write it down in the sand, and run away.”

”That’s weird.”

Whilst you were annoyed, you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Steve I just said it’s weird-“

”I know I know,” He says, standing up and grabbing a stick from far away, “What are you waiting for?”

-

Scribbling an S, then a T and E, V, E, you finished, but panicked slightly knowing he probably didn’t like you. And no, it wasn’t a cliche thing. Or was it?

”I’m done,” You hear Steve’s voice make you jump nervously, signaling this would most likely be the end of your friendship. Wow, just one day in and poof! There goes another bond away from your life.

“Let me look at it first!”

Fear in his voice, he almost shoved you to turn away from the only letter you saw, “Hey! No I go first!”

”No let me!” You pushed him a little and jumped to look over his shoulder, but he was too quick and moved enough to block your sight to see the name.

In a fight, you still couldn’t see the pair of letters, and pushed each other around, in fear to know the other’s reaction of it.

“Asshole just let me-“

Oh God.

That boy knows.

He saw his name written, from behind your short height. Oh shit you were doomed for sure. It was surely impossible to love someone by day one. But this, this was different. Feelings were all over the place, as you noticed his eyes widened at the sight of the letter that spelled his name out.

You clicked your tongue and flinched a little before you would usually get rejected, “It’s a prank I’m kidding! I’m so funny right?”

Steve awkwardly looks around, putting his arms behind his back and stepped away for you to see YOUR NAME. Oh god you knew it was some prank. You watched and still saw his serious face driven by the silence, perhaps he wasn’t joking.

”Oh man,” You cross your arms, watching the letters printed on the sand being destroyed by the incoming wave, washing it away from existence, “We’re just pranking each other right?”

“Uh-“

”Just say it!” You walk over to him and spin away from him, “We should just go home, it’s getting late anyways.”

”I-“

You continue blabbing more nonsense about your summer and how this idea was just one big mistake. Steve knew you wouldn’t stop anytime soon so he stops you by grabbing your shoulders, catching you off guard. Wide eyed, and flushed face, he mumbles a little, “It’s not a prank, I wouldn’t play with love like that.”

”Love?”

”Yeah......” He trails off, watching you intently at the somewhat attraction he had for you, “I-I uh....I know this is fast. I don’t expect you to say yes which is totally fine I’m sorry I’m rushing this I-“

“I like you too Harrington,” You confidently move away for him to see the letters clearly written STEVE on it. Shocked, Steve snaps out of his thoughts to find you put an arm around him and look at him. “So is this the part where we admit our true feelings then realize we are actually in love after getting to know each other in the span of a day and we kiss under the sunset?”

Steve watched you cheekily grin at him, and nodded slightly, “I suppose-“ He was cut off by your lips pressing onto his, automatically bringing his hands on your waist, holding you closer to his body like glue. Both of you continue to move your lips in sync, realizing, maybe this boring and mistaken trip was all written in the sand.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x you #steve Harrington imagines #stranger things imagines #Steve Harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington fanfic #Stranger things x you #Stranger things x reader #stranger things oneshot #Billy Hargrove #oneshots #fandom #imagine #Mike Wheeler #mileven #byler #harringrove #fandom imagines #eleven #elmax #steve harrington headcanon #lucas sinclair

[crystal-moon-101]

Many years ago, when cryptids were plentiful across the world, there were known to be anomalies within cryptid species from time to time. Very rare beings who were born different and with unusual powers or great strength. There were many theories as to why this happened, many pointing to the gods gifting these creatures with great powers and with great destinies to coincide. 

Somewhere along the way, a group called the Lemurian formed a sanctuary for these unusual cryptids, tasking themselves to collect them whenever they appear, and bring them to the sanctuary to teach them and help them discover their destiny, along with raising them to their full power. One year, three new cryptids were brought in, a dragon named Kur, a phoenix named Simurgh, and a rainbow serpent called Araǵanaqlta’a, who were all born with unusual looks and powers. 

Kur was the most noticeable and strangest of them all, with powers tied to every cryptid in the world. Of course, always seeing these as a blessing from the gods, many were quick to assume that Kur’s role would be the King of all cryptids, and big plans were being built around Kur, placing him on a high pedestal. Kur was a wide eye young child when brought him, eager to see where his destiny would lead him, and somewhat excited to become a king.

Simurgh was a rainbowish phoenix with a gift in super strength and powerful fire control, along with the ability to purify things from corruptions of dark magic. Simurgh is a gentle being and was always eager to please the ones around her as a child, always being a bright student for the Lemurians. 

Araǵanaqlta’a was a rainbow serpent born with unusual plating and hooked tail end, along with the strange tentacles formed around his neck. Like other rainbow serpents, he had powers related to weather, but he seemed to be more powerful, able to range over multiple lands and any environment. As a young child, he was rather shy, but wanted to see where this would all lead him as he wanted to be something worthwhile.

So the three grew up together as close friends, siblings even, sticking together through the harsh moments in their training, often daydreaming about the future they’ll have and what their lives will be like together once they all find their destiny. But sadly, the idea of destiny and fate ended up being their downfall. 

It started when Simurgh found her placement in life, that being the guardian of the Tree Of Life. Unlike most other students, she found this role on her own and by chance, proving her worth by herself and settling into the role she gave herself, believing this to be her destiny as she fit into it rather well. This, in turn, started to make Araǵanaqlta’a think about his future, as he still had no plans, nor did the Lemurians offer him much at the time beyond training his powers. Kur, ever since brought in, had a destiny/role picked out for him, one that he was still excited for. But it was clear that the ego was getting to his head as his role to be the king drew closer and closer and closer.

By the time Kur was ready to be crowned king, the Lemurians had found what they believed to be Araǵanaqlta’a’s destiny, to be the ruler of the weather across the world. This seemed fitting to his powers and everything he built up towards, and he did give it a shot but...it didn’t satisfy him, it didn’t feel like this is what he should be, or at least what he wanted to be. But this was his destiny, wasn’t it? He couldn’t pick another role, that’s not how it worked. 

But as he watched his two friends enjoy their new roles, living in the moment, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. Was this all his life was building up to be? Then why did he feel so wrong? Why couldn’t he get to pick to be what he wanted to be, like Simurgh? Was it wrong of him to hate this role he was given?

As the three took on their roles, their friendship slowly faded over time, too busy to talk much, beyond the few visits to the Lemurians. But eventually, Araǵanaqlta’a disappeared, noticed when the weather began to have a lack of control like it once had. People were confused, with the Lemurians scrambling to find him while Simurgh and Kur pondered what could have happened with their old friend.

Until one day, Araǵanaqlta’a came back, but something had changed with him. He arrived at the sanctuary where their main teacher/caretaker was talking to Kur and Simurgh, who were all quick to question where Araǵanaqlta’a had been. He simply stated he took time for himself, and has come to the idea that destiny was false, that it had no proof, that the Lemurians had lied to them all and just put them in roles that suited their needs best, instead of letting them pick. It became very clear that Araǵanaqlta’a was bitter, upset and damaged by the expectations in life, quickly stating he was going against destiny to find what he wanted to be, even going as far as to change his name to Leviathan.

The teacher, Kur and Simurgh tried arguing with him, but it soon broke out into a fight, with Leviathan killing the teacher, and Kur eventually kicking him out. Simurgh was heartbroken by the downfall of their friend, and the death of their teacher, along with Kur. But something was off about the King Of Cryptids after that day, taking in what Leviathan had said about fate being wrong. Because by now, Kur too felt unsatisfied by his role, bored with it even, especially after all the hype up to it. It made him wonder how much he wanted to be King, and if this was his destiny.

This all eventually led into the war with humans and cryptids, with Kur becoming a tyrant of cold blood who came to think maybe his destiny was to kill all humans and save cryptids from them, but he lost himself in the rage of war. Simurgh, not agreeing with any of this and trapped by the weight of grief and guilt, fled to her hidden tree to hide from the world. Meanwhile, Leviathan began wandering the earth, searching for a purpose he deemed worthy for himself, along the way even creating creatures in his images, the most noticeable being the Nagas, giving him the title the Father Of All Snakes, but even that role didn’t satisfy him. 

After ruling his serpent creations for a while, Leviathan began to ignore them in favour of searching for his next role, hoping this time it was what he wanted. Meanwhile, when the Nagas were under attack by humans, Kur swooped in to save them, almost dying in the process. Because of this, the Nagas shifted their worshipping onto Kur, becoming his loyal followers. Leviathan caught wind of this, and while he didn’t care much for his creations, he felt it was unfair of Kur to steal what belonged to him.

The two ended up in one of the harshes fights of the war, neither being able to kill the other, ending with Kur using his powers to send Leviathan deep underwater to slumber, before chaining him up in case he ever awoke. And that is where Leviathan lays for many, many years, no longer apart of the war that rages on for so long, to the point where Kur forever regrets the choices he made, leading to his death and soul being placed in the Kur stone. While Simurgh refused to leave her hiding place with the tree, stuck in grief, pain and sorrow for what happened to her home, family and friends...

#My personal story for good old Kur and what went down in his history #Bit of a read but hope you enjoy #the secret saturdays #secret saturdays #TSS #Kur #The Secret Saturdays Kur #Secret Saturdays Kur #leviathan #Simurgh #The Secret Saturdays OC #OCs #My Art

[akampana]

Cu Alter Sickness 9 x arturia.

"i'm nothing but a wea-oi, why do you look so pale? Are you foolish enough to come out while feeling i'll? Tsk, your hopeless, i guess i have no choice but to assist you."

9. “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you need to get medical attention.”

Cú Alter and Arturia. ngl, what a coincidence to get this for Cutoria again but Alter this time. :> Hope you don't mind but I bent your prompt a little bit. Enjoy!

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Arturia thought it a privilege to be fielded so often, especially even after several Servants had joined their ranks.

These days, rather than a small found family, it seemed Ritsuka was housing an army within the new Chaldea’s walls. Either way, Saber kept to her role, having grown accustomed to the toll Excalibur took on her body after being fired so many times in succession. Seeing the smiles on her newer comrades’ faces was worth it, especially when she brought back so many golden Embers.

At least, it had been that way before this Singularity hit. It was one of history’s minor errors, which they participated in only to retrieve a Holy Grail. Arturia was sent out with her usual companions, Wav—er, Lord El-Melloi II and Spartacus, yet...their painstakingly practiced formation was failing.

The King of Knights leapt from the ground like a panther, tackling the long-haired Caster to the ground before the long weapon could impale itself into his chest. Without sparing a moment to rest, she flipped back into her battle stance, grabbing hold of the offending spear and tossing it right into the visor of one of the resilient Lancer-types that stood before them. But where he fell, two more of the irritatingly resilient beings sprang up into place, reminding her she’d barely made a dent in their numbers yet. Even if her sword was still glowing from the heat of use.

Excalibur’s golden dust clung to the enemy’s iron-clad shoulders, mocking her failure to eliminate them in one blow with her holy blade.

Had she gotten complacent? Weak? Careless? Endless questions wracked her mind as she surged forward into their ranks with Master hastily offering his support. How could this happen? She’d released more than enough energy to fell common enemies, especially those from the Lancer Class. This mission should have gone without a hitch.

Behind her, Spartacus’s strangled cry faded into nothingness, bringing their ranks down to three while at least six of the enemy remained. Arturia pursed her lip, her pride refusing to accept that nameless knights could stagger such an experienced team as theirs, but she stomped it out in lieu of her Master’s safety.

“Waver!” she tossed her voice over her shoulder, ducking under a sickle-like slash that would have lopped her head from her neck. Unfortunately, her distraction was costly. Just as soon as she felt the English mage’s spells take effect, a second spear forced itself through the flesh just below her ribcage like a blade through paper.

Pain shot through her system like a bolt of lightning, shocking the adrenaline out of her spine. Without even thinking, she grabbed the weapon and pulled its owner forward, right into her waiting blade. Then, with a burst of strength and the hurricane that sprang from her weapon, she cast the hulking suit of armor far out her space before raising her arms to the heavens for the sixth time in this battle.

“...Ex...calibur.”

Blonde eyelashes fluttered open under fluorescent white as the Servants reappeared in Chaldea. It wasn’t the usual cheers that welcomed them back. Although the battle had ended successfully, it was hardly anything victorious. Most Servants knew to leave the kingly types well enough alone whenever missions were less than stellar, for a bruised ego tended to lash out.

Cú Alter was not ‘most Servants’.

“Oi,” he called, pissed at his very bloodied long-time sparring partner for brushing past him and into the hallway without even a nod. After all that time he spent waiting in the Command Room, this is what he gets?

Metal clanged on the floor where he stepped, warning all in the hall to get out of his path. “Ya owe me a fight, shortie. The hell are you running away for?”

Arturia stopped in her tracks and spun on her heel to face him, specks of blood dripping from her chin. “Cú, I am hardly in the mood for—!”

The woman huffed, her sword disappearing along with the tension in her shoulders. “Forgive me, I did not mean to raise my voice. However...I still believe it would do you well to exercise a little patience. I doubt you’ll derive much out of me as I am now.”

Arturia let the rest of her armor dissolve, exposing the extent of her wounds to the Servant who’d (hopefully not too reluctantly) been by her side since day one. His red eyes surveyed the damage her dress did not cover: the slowly healing hole in her side, the bruises from the spear shaft, the small cut on her cheek she remembered not the source of.

His grumpy expression did not change, but she didn’t expect it to. Others tended to forget Cú Alter had far worse than an eternal pebble in his shoe, cursed with a chronic pain nigh unbearable. Of course, his default visage would look a little annoyed.

A few scratches like hers would hardly faze him, but it wasn’t pity that she sought by showing him her wounds. Arturia would never weasel her way out of a promise. She just did so to tell him she couldn’t perform at her best, knowing fighting was one of the things he (and all the other Cú’s, really) quite enjoyed.

Before she could say anything else, his claw was on Arturia’s chin, lifting a stray droplet of blood from her jawline.

“Fine. Ya get fifteen minutes. Shower. Yer a fuckin’ mess,” he said crassly, turning in his high heels—more proficiently than she ever would in stilettos—and stomping away.

Arturia rolled her eyes, used to his manner of speech, and she limped to the bathroom, completely missing the moment he licked her blood from his finger.

Perhaps he was being a little harsh, but he knew words of comfort would only agitate her more. Plus it seemed he was rather...talentless in that regard. What was he supposed to do, say something like “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you need to get medical attention.” then scoop her up bridal style and take her to Nightingale? Yeesh. Blech. Disgusting. Just the thought made him gag. He could leave that shit to that green Deer-whatever-the-hell-his-name-was.

The best he could do, he reminded himself as she arrived at the sparring room exactly fifteen minutes later, was give her something to take her anger out on. Even if that meant enduring a few of her jabs straight to the face.

...

The following day, another Lancer node stood in Master’s path, and Cú Alter once again found himself leaning on the door jamb of the Command Room. As nonchalant as he played it, the tailed, lizard-like Servant could not look more out of place. Despite that, no one, not even the nosier Servants dared question his presence. The reason he was here was obvious.

The only female he could truly stand had once again been sent out to a day-long series of battles versus seemingly endless Lancers. Honestly, Da Vinci wondered sometimes who he was trying to fool. Between the slight twitches whenever Arturia did those showy midair turns of hers and the subtle smirks when she fired her Noble Phantasm, his admiration for her was difficult to miss.

Today, however, Cú Alter was different, his tail drooping to the floor and swaying dejectedly. He had his arms folded, claws digging indents into his bicep as he watched Arturia claim victory after victory after victory. They hadn’t changed the lineup from the day before. That grey-skinned zerker and the twink still stood by the King of Knights. Though Cú would not wish misfortune on them, their consistent victories seemed all too good to be true considering the outcome of their battle yesterday. There couldn’t have been an instantaneous boost in combat capabilities against those hardy suits of armor when they were using the same formation.

Every now and then, Arturia would grimace as if struck, hiding her pain beyond a carefully tailored mask. But Cú could see through it. And every time she used that damn glowing sword, it illuminated her suffering like a spotlight. He didn’t understand why no one else looked so alarmed when she’d called for her Noble Phantasm. How many times was it now? Thirty? Forty?

By the time the group came back through the Rayshift, Alter’s frustration had festered into a poorly hidden fury, his anger manifesting in the way he grabbed Arturia’s wrist and towed her into the nearest room as soon as she materialized.

“Cú—”

“Don’t bother, ya know I at least trump you in strength,” he bit back, turning to face her without dropping her hand. “Why the fuck do ya look so pale?”

The black, bony appendage behind him slapped itself onto the broom closet’s light switch, confirming his observation. Arturia had always been on the lighter-skinned side of Servants, but this time she was sheet-white. Not even a splash of pink on her features, not even in her lips. It was one of the traits that differentiated her from her own Alter, who, while he found similarly tempting, wasn’t the Arturia Pendragon he’d spent most of the Singularities fighting beside.

“That is none of your concern,” Arturia deflected, reaching toward the closet door. “If you wish to spar, I still have the energy—”

Cú leaned to the side, slamming the door closed and sealing her escape with his much bigger body. Outside, Servants and staff alike hurried to be on their way, knowing a closed closet like that tended to house rather...amorous interactions.

“I ain’t a bloody idiot, Arturia,” he said, folding his arms as his exoskeleton armor clacked against the wall. “Ya were off the entire time ya were out there. Footwork was sloppy. Stances hardly steady. Didya think I wouldn’t notice after, what’s it been? Years?”

Arturia narrowed her eyes at the much taller servant, exhaustion dimming the usual fiery glow of her green orbs. A long and heavy breath escaped her lips as she mirrored his pose, leaning on her side. It was odd to know he’d been so observant of her when most things garnered no more than a second of his attention, but such was Cú Alter. He tended to show his care a little bit differently.

“I know that stiff-ass way ya fight better than I know how this—” He grabbed his tail, shaking it in front of her for emphasis “— fuckin’ works, so either ya tell me what the hell is going on or we can spend the rest of the night here.”

The innuendo hit him a second after, a toothy grin slowly replacing his serious expression. “’Course that ain’t a terrible idea if yer down to take some dic—.”

Arturia smacked his tattooed chest with the back of her hand, appreciating the attempt to lighten the air but dismissing the thought. Just like that, Cú Alter’s scolding expression returned like it never left.

Chewing on her lip, the woman held up her hand between them, golden dust dancing on her palm like fireflies. In their place appeared a small card with gold borders, the white-haired woman depicted on it bringing a solemn expression onto Arturia’s face.

The Black Grail. Cú recognized this Craft Essence. Master deigned to use it often because of the negative effect it had on the Servants, even if their Noble Phantasms became considerably stronger. No wonder she felt like shit. Arturia had this on all day while rapid-firing Excalibur. Likely, she’d be off doing the same thing tomorrow, and the day after that, this damn king.

Alter clicked his tongue as he snatched the card away, ignoring her protests. “You’re hopeless. Guess I have no choice but to assist ya.”

Cú swung the door open decisively, scanning the hallway for a sign of Master. Nothing. Oh well, he’d find Ritsuka eventually.

“Assist me?” Arturia queried indignantly, tailing him as he trudged down the halls. Times like these, she wished she had a few more inches to her height, because no matter how fast she walked, the length of his stride always kept him ahead. “I don’t remember asking for your assistance.”

The Irishman rolled his eyes at her air quotes and swerved past his other selves, who looked on curiously as Arturia continued to follow him. Neither of them ever understood why Arturia picked Alter when it wasn’t him she had history with, but they did admit it was pretty entertaining to watch them bicker.

“If yer foolish enough to keep going out there in that state, then ya really must be ill,” Alter shot back, dodging EMIYA as he entered the cafeteria. Arturia was not so lucky, bumping into the tall red Archer as she continued her chase. She must have looked foolish now, being forced to maneuver around Servants when the six-foot porcupine’s appearance alone had their comrades clearing out of the way.

“Cú, you know Master no longer fields you for farming.”

“Forgettin’ how we met, shortie? He used to,” the man responded curtly, holding the Craft Essence above his head while he searched the table cliques for their blue-eyed contractor. He wasn’t with the Romans, or the simps, or the writers, jeez, where the hell was he?

Arturia sputtered, refusing to jump for the card lest she be compared to a little toddler reaching for candy. “Well, there used to be less than thirty of us here.”

“Ya saying I can’t fucking farm?” the Berserker shot back pettily, moving the short swordswoman away with his tail before resuming his parade down the Chaldea halls.

Arturia scoffed, full on sprinting just to stand in his way. “I did not say that—”

“C’mon, ya know I’m nothing but a wea—” nope. Not opening that can of worms again. He was trying to help, not piss her off further.

“I can farm if I want to farm,” he said instead, staring her down with aflame ruby eyes as she responded with a similar glare. Lugh, she could be so damn stubborn at times, he felt like he was in love with an iron wall and not the stiff, blonde spitfire that never let him get away with anything.

“You know that is not the issue,” Arturia argued. Still. Gods, if he weren’t under Mad Enhancement already, he was sure she’d be getting him there. Did she have to make this so difficult all the time?

Alter broke their gaze, his sight travelling down her pale cheeks and the long bangs that framed her face.

“Listen, Cú, I was the one who requested that Craft Essence. I admit it has affec—mmh!” said Arturia, her voice hitching as the Irish hound connected their lips.

His were chapped, but warm, moving against hers roughly enough that she had to lean against the wall behind her for support. As the surprise faded from her features, she felt him cup her cheek with his free hand, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. But, just when she parted her mouth to permit his entry, he withdrew, playfully pulling on her lower lip between his teeth as he backed away.

Tease. She thought, her eye twitching at the knowing smirk that distorted the red runes just under his eyes.

“It wouldn’t kill ya to sit out the next few nodes, ya crazy little shit,” the man commented, flicking her forehead with his finger. He was glad to see some color return to her face. She’d always looked hotter in a blush.

When he started walking down the hall, resuming his search for their Master, Arturia no longer followed. As much as she fumed, it was more than obvious she’d been defeated.

Just before he rounded the corner, the Mad King added(failing to make it sound like an afterthought), “Go sit in my room or something, ya smell good.”

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I usually write these two so serious so its nice to just have something cute. Also i dont think they ever explain what CE's are like in game, so I've always sort of thought they were like this, like guda just has this massive deck and they give them to the Servants just before they head off. HAHAHA

thanks for the ask!

#akampana asks #sickness prompts #cuturia #cutoria #cu alter #cu chulainn #bersercu #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #arturia #artoria #fate #fgo #fate grand order #fate fanfic #my writing #fanfic

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Saturday Bridge

Pairing: Trevor Matthews x reader

Request: Trevor is heartbroken after Tessa and the last thing on his mind is meeting someone new. But there’s this girl that he just keep running into and he’s starting to think it’s not a coincidence. @mcaronimcaroon​

“What can I get you tonight?” he yells trying to be heard over the loud music. It’s a good night to go clubbing - it’s hot out, lots of people, good music. And you can tell most of these people won’t be going home alone tonight. 

“Just the usual,” you reply scanning the scene one more time as you wait. It’s never been your thing to meet a stranger and spend the night with them but for some reason you’ve always been fascinated by the night life. Especially in a town like Seattle with so many new people every night. 

“Thanks,” you say as the bartender hands you two shots of tequila. You wanted a fun night out but the text on your phone informs you that the fun night won’t be an option tonight. Before leaving you throw some dollar bills on the bar catching the bartender nodding your way. You have every intention of going straight home but you can’t ignore the group of guys circling their prey. 

“Shit,” you mumble and walk their way. 

“Everything alright, boys?” you ask purposely breaking up the circling, coming to a stop next to the terrified man in the middle. 

“No need to get involved. We were just having a friendly chat.” You know these men. They probably don’t remember you, but you have a clear memory of them surrounding you the same way last year drunk out of their minds. It’s nice to see their friendship has survived this long. 

“I know your type of friendly chats. I suggest you guys get going.” You don’t take your eyes off them because you want to be prepared for the raised hand. And seconds later one guy does in fact raise his hand ready to strike you but you’re not having it. You grab him by the wrist and press down hard with your fingers while turning his arm outward. He yells out in pain but at this point you’ve got no remorse for what you’re about to do. One very well-placed kick between the legs takes him down. 

“Anybody else wants to try their luck?” You look around and in the last second you manage to duck as one of the others swing for you. 

“How about a little warning?” you smirk before hitting his nose with the palm of your hand. You hit with just enough force to cause a nose bleed but not break it. 

“You absolute bitch!” he exclaims spitting out blood. You can’t really argue with him so you just shrug. 

“I gave you fair warning that the chat was over.” You can tell they want to keep going but a crowd has assembled and they’re the type of boys whose ego can’t stand being beaten by a girl. 

“Next time,” one of them smiles looking straight at the guy behind you. You sneer as you watch them go. 

“That was incredible. Thank you,” he says making you turn around. He’s a pretty boy not meant for these kinds of places. He even wore a suit which explains why they figured he’d be an easy target. 

“Don’t mention it.” You did what any decent person would do. You hate the way he looks at you as if you’ve just figured out how to solve world hunger. It’s too much from a stranger. 

“I’m going to get going. Maybe you should too.” You’re not trying to sound mean but he won’t last a night in this neighbourhood of Seattle - at least not wearing that. 

“Wait!” he yells and you stop, “I’m Trevor. Your name is...?” 

“Bye,” you say walking away. You don’t want to get to know this man and frankly, you have places you need to be. He yells out again but this time you don’t stop. You continue to walk down the street hoping that he’ll take your advice and go home. 

“Hi, nana,” you smile setting down your bag by the door. 

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” you lightly scold her making you both laugh. You don’t ask but you see the pain in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the pain medication,” she admits sheepishly crumbling all the walls surrounding your heart at the same time. 

“I’ll get it for you.” Minutes later you return with two pills and a glass of water. She took a nasty fall last spring and her back hasn’t been the same since then. It’s why you decided to move in with her and help around the house. You sit up with her for another hour before the medication finally gives her some relief. Before going to bed, you help her into her bedroom. 

“Love you, nana.” 

- 

The next morning you’re surprised when you hear a knock on the door at 9am. You rush down the stairs to open and for once you’re left speechless. 

“Trevor?” Why on earth is he at your grandmother’s house at 9am on a Saturday?

“Did you follow me last night?” Suddenly, you’re worried you might’ve defended a complete creep. 

“No! God no,” he replies nervously, “I always come over to visit Eliana on Saturday. We play bridge. What are you doing here?” He seems genuinely confused as to what’s going on making you relax slightly. 

“Eliana is my grandmother. I just moved in a couple of days ago.” He doesn’t have a chance to respond. 

“Y/N, let him in. I’ve been waiting.” Your grandmother rummages around the kitchen which adds to the feeling of surrealness. There’s no way you defended him last night and just happens to be your grandmother’s bridge partner. Nevertheless, you step aside to let him in. You’re pretty sure you could take him. 

“Y/N. That’s a nice name.” You narrow your eyes making him laugh. The worst part is when you actually have to admit that he seems nice. The two of them play for at least two hours before your grandmother has to go lie down and as the perfect gentlemen he helps her get to bed. When he returns you’re cleaning up the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry about last night. I never should’ve gone in the first place.” 

“Then why did you?” In your mind you curse at yourself for being interested in him. You’re not too proud to admit that he’s very attractive but he’s also everything you’re not. He’s caring and kind, he never stops smiling and he’s wearing a knitted sweater that you’re pretty sure is your grandmother’s work. He’s so different from you. The scene last night was nothing new to you but for golden boy it’s probably the first time he’s been at a place like that. 

“Because I’m an idiot,” he replies unaware of the thoughts running through your head, “I was trying to get over someone and I thought I’d try to just be a normal guy in my twenties going to a nightclub. But I really hate nightclubs.” You both laugh remembering last night. Definitely not the best introduction to a night out. 

“How about eating tons of cake?” you suggest and he nods. 

“That’s probably more my style.” You can’t explain why and you’re not sure you want to, but you get out some leftover cake that your grandmother saved from the other day which is how you and Trevor end up talking for the next couple of hours. You have a sneaky suspicion that your grandmother is only pretending to sleep for that long to give you and Trevor some privacy but you find that you don’t really mind. He’s a really nice guy and despite your differences, it turns out you really do have things in common. 

“I should probably get going,” he says noticing the time. You walk him to the door where he abruptly turns around to face you. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” 

“Trevor, you just got your heartbroken and from the sounds of it, you’re still getting over her. I’m not about to be some rebound.” His face falls but he’s quick to recover. He knows you’re right.

“I would, however, love to go on a walk with you. Completely casual and no expectations. There’s no need to rush things.” The last thing you want is to get into a relationship with someone who’s still hung up on their ex. 

“Casual. I can do casual.” You tell yourself that he won’t sweep you of your feet but as he kisses your cheek to say goodbye you feel the butterflies in your stomach and you know you’re lying to yourself. Trevor Matthews is going to worm his way into your heart and you can only hope that he won’t hurt you. Though you have a feeling Trevor wouldn’t do that. 

#after movie #after blurb #after imagine #after #trevor matthews blurb #trevor matthews imagine #trevor matthews x reader #trevor #trevor matthews #after we collided blurb #after we collided imagine #after we collided #awc blurb #awc imagine #awc #tessa young #hardin x tessa

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, Present Mic x Reader, a sprinkling of Erasermic and eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Some explicitness towards the end

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 11/16 (all chapters)

Hizashi was used to staying awake long into the morning. He was also used to sharing his bed with one night stands.

For some reason, though, something felt different about it when it was you.

He had been tired from sex and relaxed from the bathtub, yet when he laid beside you he couldn’t look away, much less sleep. After your long soak together, he had gotten you an oversized shirt to wear from his wardrobe and stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

Even then, wearing nothing but a shirt with his face on, you still reminded him of a kitten.

He considered it as you took the train back to your place, watching your reflection in the windows. Every so often you stifled yawns and scratched your eyes, the steady rhythm of the train carriage lulling you into sleep. You rested your head on his shoulder without meaning to, only to jump start awake whenever the train came to a stop.

You looked so innocent while you slept and he couldn’t believe he had slept with you only a matter of hours before this. It was possibly the furthest thing from his mind when he left the restaurant to find you, let alone when he got dressed to go out.

He wanted to discuss it with you while it was still fresh in your minds. It had been a long day for everyone and he didn’t doubt that the next one would be longer, but what had happened between you was too important to leave buried between the sheets.

He reached out for your arm as you got to your stop, oddly concerned that you would fall asleep on your feet. You blushed at the contact though didn’t shrug him off, cheeks still peppered with colour as you unlocked your front door.

Hizashi had never been to your apartment before and didn’t know what to expect, his curiosity on the matter giving him a new lease of life.

“I’ll make some tea,” you said, pointing out a dinner table and couch, “make yourself at home.”

Hizashi didn’t sit down. Instead, while you pottered around in the kitchen, he took the chance to look around, leaning over to examine the photographs on your walls and bookshelves.

“Is this you?” he asked, picking up a particular frame.

“Oh,” you glanced across. “Yes, haha. It was taken a long time ago, though!”

It was a photograph of a younger looking you at your high school graduation, standing with your mother, father and older brother. Hizashi hadn’t given much thought to what your family might be like, only that the photograph in his hand didn’t match the image in his mind. Your father was tall and broad shouldered, with cold, searching eyes. Your mother was slight and had clearly been beautiful in her youth, though she glared out at the camera as if whoever took the photograph had gravely insulted her. Your brother was the perfect combination of them both, handsome and tall, with a sharp jawline and serious expression. He had on a perfectly tailored suit and held his arms behind his back, rigidly standing up straight as if someone had given him a forceful boot to the rear seconds before taking the photo.

There was no warmth in any of them, not even you. You stood as rigidly as they did, positioned between your mother and father like a hostage. Hizashi glanced back at the person rummaging through the cupboards for cups and then at the photograph, trying and failing to match up the girl in the picture to the one he knew.

“Now then,” you said, resting a tea tray on your kitchen table and pouring two cups, “about...earlier..”

He set down the photograph and joined you at the table, accepting the cup you held out to him.

“I...ummm...Where would you like to go from here?”

He scratched his moustache out of habit, searching his brain for the right words. An hour or so ago, he wouldn’t have been so sure of his answer, but now that the dust had settled only one outcome made sense.

“Nowhere.”

He didn’t miss the flash of panic in your eyes, a moment of self doubt that you might have done something wrong, and reached out to touch your hand across the table.

“Don’t think too much about it,” he said. “It’s just...you said you forgot who you were outside of your old relationship, right?”

You nodded.

“It wouldn’t be right for me to push you into one now,” he said. “I want you at nothing less than 100%. 25% (Name) is a hottie. 100% (Name)...”

He sucked in a deep breath and reached out his hands, framing your face in his fingers.

“...100% (Name) should have a warning label,” he said. “And, hey, after that performance? I’d say you’re well on your way to 30%.”

You spat out your tea at that.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said. “All I get is 5% ? How many guys do I have to sleep with to get to 100?”

“They don’t have to be different guys,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Could be the same guy over and over .”

“You’re terrible.”

“You’re cute.”

“You...are giving me really mixed signals right now.”

He smirked and took a sip of tea, silently acknowledging that you had a point.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “well...in a few hours...I won’t mention it again unless you do.”

“Like... a reset?”

You said it as if it had significance, though he didn’t know why.

“Yes, yes,” he said, “exactly like a reset!”

You laughed bitterly and for a moment he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. It lasted only a moment, though, and you set down your cup with a smile.

“A reset sounds good,” you said, though the smile didn’t quite meet your eyes.

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He stayed a while longer, engaging in small talk as he finished off his tea.

He reached into his pockets as he got to his feet, dragging out his hair band and tidying up his bun. It was early, sure, but if Nemuri was right and the media really were on high alert, the last thing he wanted was photos of him looking so tired in mass circulation.

He stretched out the band, only to curse as it snapped.

“Hey, (Name),” he said. “Do you have any hair ties?”

You poked your head around the kitchen door, midway through running the tap.

“Uhhh...sure...I usually keep some in my bedroom cupboard,” you said. “Help yourself, it’s just through there.”

“Thank you,” he said, following your directions into the bedroom and realising the flaw in your instructions within seconds. You had mentioned them being in your bedroom cupboard, though hadn’t specified which one.

He opened the one nearest your bed, then the one nearest your window, all to no avail.

Maybe he had misheard you?

He opened your wardrobe door, going over your directions and struggling to think of a single misunderstanding.

“(Name),” he called out, “wh------”

He fell silent, noticing a familiar flash of colour.

No. No, surely not…

He pulled out the dress, stomach falling through the floor.

It couldn’t be. It had to be a mistake.

“Having fun?” you asked, poking your head through the door.

“This dress,” he said, “it’s l-lovely. You have excellent taste.”

“You think so? I was thinking of getting rid of it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, stroking the fabric with a fond expression. “I hooked up with a guy the only time I ever wore it and I can’t look at it now without thinking of him.”

He had to be wrong. He had to be.

He thought back to your first day, the conversation you had had in the izakaya.

I was seeing someone. We were together for years, actually, but we broke up a little over six months ago.

His mouth ran dry as he remembered the conversation he had had with the bartender at Ego .

She was here about six months ago. Had drinks with Eraser. I was hoping you’d remember her.

It had to be a coincidence. There were hundreds of single women in Musutafu, any of whom could have bought the same dress.

“Oh, did...did you go anywhere nice?”

“My friends dragged me along to a nightclub in town,” you said, blushing luridly. “ Ego .”

You looked up into his face the moment you said it, suddenly looking more than a little bit concerned.

“Are you okay? You’ve gone really pale.”

You reached up to touch a hand to his forehead and he flinched without meaning to.

It was the hand Shouta had reached for; one that had almost certainly explored his body.

“I...I’m fine,” he stammered, thrusting the dress back towards you. “It’s a nice dress, you should keep it! Okay, then, bye!”

He rushed out of your bedroom and through the front door before you could say another word, forgetting all about his broken hair tie and even the incident at Hosu. He caught the train on autopilot, watching and rewatching the video on his phone of Shouta and the woman from Ego . Now that he knew it was you, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed earlier. Your posture, the way the dress clung to your body...there was no one else it could have been.

He remembered your moans of pleasure and how good it had felt to be inside you, unable to distract himself from his own morbid curiosity. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, dozens of scenarios coming to mind and all of them involving you and Shouta naked.

He imagined Shouta’s lips on yours; your sigh of pleasure as you took his cock.

He switched off the video and loaded music instead, trying to drown out the niggling thought at the back of his mind.

He was jealous, though had no idea which of you he envied more.

#bnha #aizawa x reader #present mic x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #habanero

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Clois and 22 for fic number prompt! (Miserable people at a wedding) 😊

Thanks for asking! This didn't end up all that short, but oh well. I hope you like it. :D

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Rule #1: do not go to your ex boyfriend's wedding, no matter how close you are these days, or how pathetic he looks when he insists that he wants you there.

Rule #2: If you are suckered in, make sure you have a date, because otherwise you will just look sad and desperate.

Especially if said ex is a famous billionaire and everyone knows you dated. Then those rules should be bolded and underlined. Lois had learned that the hard way and was ready to tattoo that advice on her arm so she didn't forget. Not that any of her other exes were rich former playboys, but better safe than sorry.

The ceremony was lovely, and Lois was happy for Oliver, who looked elated with Dinah, someone she was grudgingly coming around to, after their not so hot start, and she was genuinely happy for him.

She loved Oliver, as a friend, of course.

However, her status as his ex was too well known for her liking, and by the time the reception had started, she was tired of getting pitying looks or hit on by men whose wallets were only matched by the size of their ego.

Thank God for the open bar.

She waited on her drink, a vodka soda, and felt a man come next to her. Gritting her teeth, she said, "No, I'm not heartbroken and I also don't really care to hear about your stock profile." "Excuse me?" Freezing at the genuine confusion she heard, Lois looked up to find herself meeting a befuddled look of a man who was either a very good actor or had no idea what she was talking about, not having intended to speak with her at all- not just any man either. A very handsome man. Tall- Oliver's height, broad shouldered, with jet black hair and blue-green eyes, the color intensified with the glasses he wore. Even the dark, slightly rumpled dark suit he was wearing didn't hide his attractiveness. "Oh, whoops," Lois managed, barely refraining from blushing. Barely. Open mouth, insert foot. "I thought you were-" "Hitting on you," the man finished, not seeming offended. "I guess you're getting a lot of that tonight." "Unfortunately," Lois sighed. "If it helps, that wasn't my intention," he told her, "and my stock profile is nonexistent so I don't have anything to say there either." "Join the club," she replied. "You don't exactly make the big bucks as a reporter." "You're telling me," he replied, with a wry smile. "I am happy to have insurance and a 401k at this point." Lois raised an eyebrow. "Wait, are you a reporter too?" "Not as well known as Lois Lane, but yes," he said. Offering his hand, he said, "I'm Clark, Clark Kent. Still not hitting on your or offering stock advice, I promise." She smiled despite herself and accepted his handshake. "And I guess I need no introduction." "I read your article about the crime rate and connection to a lack of mental health resources in the city," Clark told her. "It was really compelling." "Thank you." Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that. Then as if a light bulb went off her in her head, her eyes widened. "Oh, hold on, you're the Clark Kent who was at the mayor's last press conference- the one who was questioning him on the anti homeless bill? From the Metropolis Star." "Guilty as charged." To say Lois was compelled was an understatement. Before she could pursue the topic, her drink arrived and the bartender stuck around long enough for Clark to give his order, before disappearing again. "I wanted to email you about your suggestions on how the city council could spread out funds to improve the quality of options," Clark admitted. "Well, I'm ready to hear the feedback now," Lois said, tilting her head. "Not exactly a fun wedding topic," Clark pointed out. "Weddings and fun do not belong in the same sentence," she grumbled. "Not a fan?" Clark asked. "Are you?" she challenged. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "No way. This is my third in the last three months. Oliver's a friend"- And that was a sentence that had her intrigued, because those two were not people she could see together-"But I can't say I wasn't ready to go home right after the ceremony." "Were the others any better?" "Well, I was the best man at my close friend's wedding to my ex-girlfriend so..." "I got it," Lois said, waving her hand. "Any long lost regrets or urges to object?" "No, but when everyone knows you dated, you get a lot of sad looks," Clark replied, wincing. "I guess you can relate." "More than I would care to admit," Lois replied. "Trust me, I would rather talk about the anti homeless bill than have one more conversation about how unfortunate it was that Ollie and I didn't work out." "Any regrets?" He looked curious, and she wondered if she was just trying to make a connection to someone who related. "Not a chance," Lois replied. "I still have zero interest in being Mrs. Queen. And that's the last time I am answering that question." His grin widened. "Fair enough. How about questions regarding a different type of proposal?" "I'm willing to hear it out," Lois answered. "What table are you at?" "8. You?" She raised an eyebrow. "Also 8. What a coincidence." "I guess so." He got his drink and nudged his head pointedly. "Shall we?" "We shall." As Lois got up, she caught Oliver's eye, who was giving her a smirk and a thumbs up. And she was suddenly hit with the memory of Oliver insisting that he had the perfect guy for her in the last few weeks, someone she hadn't let him give her a single detail about. Glancing over at Clark, she found the information didn't turn her off him at all. Dinah smacked her new husband over the head, endearing her to Lois further, especially as Ollie pouted and got distracted, no longer paying attention to either Lois or Clark. As for Lois? She was all too happy to head back to the table, Clark on her heels. Suddenly, this wedding was looking up.

#answered asks #clarkenting #clois #clark x lois #smallville #fanfic #my fanfiction

[thevoidcannotbefilled]

Web!Martin.... Oh boy. Gonna shake the hornet’s nest with this one, but I’ve spent like three days on this editing and re-editing, and I’m finally satisfied with my kind of an essay at this point. 

So, here’s a deep dive as to why I think Web!Martin has merits. (Scroll to the bottom of my essay for my TLDR). 

Introduction

First, to get some stuff out of the way:

Do I think Martin is a sleeper agent? Do I think that he has been manipulating Jon this entire time or even in just season 5 for the games of the Web? Do I think he's a bunch of spiders in a Martin suit? Do I think he's regards the Mother as his Mother and accepts that he is her Son? Is Martn actively Webby? 

No. Absolutely not. None of the above. The Martin we know is the Martin we began with, just with a bunch of trauma and has gained the ability to set his boundaries.

I find the idea of sleeper agent Martin or something similar to be very counterintuitive to the overall narrative. Not only is TMA about choices, and to have Martin be a sleeper agent would be to deny all of Martin's choices this season in particular, but it doesn't really lead to much. At best it's a gotcha and a surprise at worst it's making literally every interaction between Jon and Martin, with Martin himself, and so on mean nothing for the sake of one twist and make it sad. It's not fun in long term, and so at the end of the day, I trust Jonny and Alex as writers more than that. (Plus we already did the "person is replaced" thing).

Does Martin being a manipulator actively mean that he is a Web avatar?

Short answer, no. 

Long answer, I made a post awhile back, and while it was for fandom things, I think it applies well here. What power you choose to align yourself with isn’t necessarily something you’d fully commit to. It is just, if you were an avatar and willing to hurt others for your own gain, what would you find yourself most aligned with.  What I mean by that, just because Martin lies and manipulates doesn’t mean that he is Web, however, manipulation is a tool does fit well with the Web, and if he were to choose to align himself to that, I think he could be Webby. However, he is not necessarily a Web avatar because he has no motivation to hurt people. 

That being said I do think Martin would be a good fit for the Web if he wanted to be, and I think there will be a point in the narrative that there is a potential that he could become one, even if he does not necessarily choose to be in the end. 

Let’s talk about it.

Evidence

I think the best way to describe Web!Martin on my end is this: if Martin had an inclination to be an avatar, he would be the Web because everything from his aesthetics to his skillsets line up with the Web, but he does not have any reason to be Webby and in fact, at the very least as of MAG169, should actively be against the Web’s goals. 

But that doesn’t mean his connection to the Web hasn’t been heavily foreshadowed or built up. Not all of these are of the same level, I admit that, so I’m just gonna bold the ones that are the most important.  These aren’t in any particular order. 

-For season 1 subtext, said he liked spiders In This First Appearance MAG22, in MAG38 Jon says that Martin gives them lectures on the importance of spiders for the environment, and MAG39, “it’s just that whatever web these statements have caught you in, well, I’m there too.” 

-IN MAG79, his poem has a line in it that goes, “"the threads of people walking, living, loving" which is very Web-like. 

-During the Web statement he read in season 3, he said “that wasn’t so bad, actually!” (MAG110) when he finished after showing open disdain for the others he read. The only other statement he didn’t think was bad to read was the Lonely one (MAG108), a power he canonical has ties to. 

-The only person in the show so far of the main cast that has had direct contact with Annabelle Cane. The only other people that have had contact with her are her victims (Creature Feature, MAG110) or her people she used as tools (Web Development, MAG123). 

-Let himself be guided to put the tapes on top of the coffin when the tapes, which have shown a direct association with both the Web and the Eye. 

- Martin’s “lo-fi charm” and “retro-aesthetic” (various) versus Annabelle “She dressed like a vintage clothing store exploded on her” (MAG69)

-Uses lying and manipulation as his main tactic against people and is acknowledged that manipulation is a skillset of his. By Jonah mostly, but he was able to successfully manipulate both Peter and Jonah. 

-In MAG117, he said "I’m not afraid for me, though. Isn’t that weird? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be safe, like my plan’s not dangerous, but it’s, it’s mine. This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good weaving my own little web." and he then added after it with "oh good lord is Martin becoming some sort of spider person', no, Jon, just an expression.” 

-Martin having a bad relationship with his mother versus Mother of Puppets.

-The Web and the Desolation actively dislike one another (MAG139), and fire is Martin’s most hated pain (MAG169). 

-Martin is the primary investigator in Recluse (MAG59), Arachnophobia (MAG16), and was the one to find and give the Cracked Foundation (MAG114) to Jon. All of which are Web statements. 

-The delivery of the table and the lighter were technically both given to Martin since he was the one who talked to Breekon and Hope. 

-Martin was the first one to mention the Web lighter in season 5 in MAG162. 

What Does This Mean

Now I will admit none of these things on their own mean Web!Martin. They’re something you might describe a Web!avatar yes, but not Martin on his own (like I said just because Martin can be a manipulator doesn’t mean he is a Web avatar).

In fact, with elements like Martin finding fire his least favorite pain, I adore the meta on Martin’s trauma about giving himself up for other people led to him disliking fire and the lack of care from his mother, also leading to that. It is an excellent metaphor that fits incredibly well with his character. That being said, these factors can coexist. Martin disliking fire can both be a metaphor for his own self-destruction for the sake of others and be hints toward Web!Martin. 

HOWEVER, that all being said, even if these moments on their own don’t mean Web!Martin proof, I find it a bit unreasonable to entirely dismiss all of this either. There are too many coincidences lining up with the Web to not be intentional. It could be a red herring of course, but if it is a red herring.....well, Jonny put a hella of a lot of effort into making the Web!Martin red herring considering how much of his little details align so well with the small and big details of the Web. 

But assuming that this info does align together in all its Webiness... does this mean Web!Martin? 

Again, at the moment, I don’t think Martin is actively Webby. 

At his heart, Martin wants to do two things: 1) Protect Jon and 2) Protect as many other innocents he can in the process. 

As ironic as it is: "I want to find out what's going on. I want to save Jon. I want everyone to be fine and, you know what? If we were all happy that wouldn't actually be the end of the world” and “I want them to be safe. I need him to be okay” are basically the sum of Martin’s motivations from here to now. Martin wants a happy ending. And he’ll use whatever tools he can to do that. 

So asking questions from dangerous people like Simon Fairchild? For the protection of the world from what he thought was from the Extinction.

Burning up statements and burning up the cabin? The Desolation would like that, if it wasn’t for the fact he does so to decrease the fear in the world. 

And manipulating others? Peter? Jonah? Both of these weren’t to cause fear. They were at their heart to help others. 

Using the tools that the powers use does not mean you’re of that power. Martin’s most effective tool is to manipulate others bc they underestimate him or they trust him to do what needs to be done. People tend to have a single view of him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other tactics, but with both Peter and Elias, it’s clear he knows how to use others’ egos against them. 

Season 5 and Web!Martin

This ALL being said...... Season 5 is a lot about the nature of power (what to do with it and what it means to use it) and what you can do in inherently toxic systems. We just learned that killing its leaders does nothing when the system itself is built to actively hurt others. That smiting doesn’t actively make things better. The Web is actively doing something at the moment and possibly with the Distortion as well that will probably hurt Jon and Martin. 

But..... 

I’m worried about the possibility that the Web can promise a world with a happy ending like Martin always wanted and with no other options within the world, Martin chooses to let himself become a tool for the Web. Now to make this clear: Does Web!Martin give a happy ending or even a better world? No. Absolutely not. Can the Web possibly promise to give him the power to get a happy ending? Depends on if Martin will believe it.

If Web!Martin is a thing, it would be in doing so What He Thinks would be in both of their best interests and most importantly as his lowest point and final resort. That he stops believing that they have power to change the world on their own. When he believes he has no power left and all he can do to make the world better is to go to the one source that always seems to understand what’s going on. Because as of yet, he doesn’t have the motivations to be a Web avatar, but we’re slowly creeping into territory where he might think it is necessary to be one. 

(We already had best case scenario where the Web asks Martin to join him and Martin says no. He could say no again, of course, but I don’t know if the Web will be as understanding of his reluctance in time). 

For me, Web!Martin is on the same level of tragedy as Jon being the Archivist. Yes, there would be choices, but Martin would have been actively been manipulated by the Web just as much as Jon would be hurt by the Eye, even if it’s for entirely different reasons. He would be used as a tool in a greater game. Jon wants to be a good person. Martin wants to have a happy ending. We already know Jon’s desire to help the people around him has gotten him multiple marks. I can definitely see a world where Martin’s desire for a happy ending is used against him by the Web. 

I can see a world where Martin lies to Jon because he thinks that’s what’s best for the two of them. I can see a world where he doesn’t lie to Jon but still accepts the power of the Web anyway despite Jon not thinking it’s a good idea. I don’t think either HAVE happened yet. We aren’t at that point, but... 

Whatever the case, whatever plan the Web may have it highly involves one Mister Blackwood and his Archivist. And for the Web’s plans, Martin plays a key part of in it. 

Other Theories and How Web Martin Plays Into It

So, do I think that’s where the plot will end? With Web!Martin betraying Jon bc he thinks it will be best? Not really. I think a lot of the point will also be that while Martin fits the Web well, his inherent desire for a better world makes it so he’s not an avatar. It’s the same points I made before: aesthetically, Martin fits the Web well and could be a good avatar in association, but he doesn’t WANT to hurt innocents. And ultimately, no matter his potential goals, Martin loves and cares for the world and especially for Jon. There could be a mistake in there made by Martin, where the Web has his clutches in him, but I don’t see a world where that is his ultimate conclusion. 

I’ve also seen a theory where Martin uses Webby shenanigans to his advantage against Annabelle Cane. Where the manipulator becomes the manipulated and the tragedy is the sacrifice of himself for the sake of a happy ending he’ll never see. 

I’m interested in seeing if Jonah making Martin the backup Archivist goes anywhere, especially with the uncertain connection between the tapes, the Eye, the Web, and the Archivist. Does this have anything to do with why Martin felt like he had to listen to Jon? Does this have anything to do with how he slapped Jon out of a statement? Could both of these elements also have something to do with the Web? 

I’m also very intrigued on what Web Development was doing when they have something called a “story-spinner” and yet when the story-spinner was described it sounded almost exactly like an Archivist, but instead when you give a story, the spinner killed someone. Could the story-spinner have anything to do with the previous back-up Archivist? Could they just be entirely separate things? 

Who knows what it all means? I don’t. That’s why I’m not discounting anything, especially with something that has so much set-up and subtext as Web!Martin. Whether Web!Martin means full avatar or not isn’t clear to me, but I’m taking any and all potential red-tape moments and running with them. If it means being pulled by a red-herring, so be it, but I won’t dismiss anything until proven otherwise. As long as Martin wants to do good and have a happy ending, I don’t think the Web can fully get him at least not in the ways that count. But I won’t stop investigating the narrative on what these elements could lead up to. 

Conclusion 

This post was made in frustration. I admit that. There is a distaste for Web!Martin that has been approaching the fandom that I don’t entirely understand. I’m not saying you have to like it, heck I admit, I could be entirely wrong. I also agree it’s a bit annoying that every interaction that Martin and Jon have come up under scrutiny for Martin potentially being Webby by the fandom. That’s why I started this post as I did because I don’t find the narrative of “Martin Is The Evil Bad Guy Manipulating Jon From The Beginning” all that compelling and wanted to put that to rest early. 

I do, though, find it frustrating dismissing all elements of Web!Martin because of this. At the end of the day, I find there are too many elements in the text to entirely dismiss it and an outright rejection of Web!Martin can potentially lead to dissatisfaction with the narrative. I make this post as an explanation and exploration of my thoughts, and a way to show why so many fans like the Web!Martin theory. Take it or leave it, it’s fine, but I wanted to gather all my thoughts clearly in one place rather than in a bunch of snippy posts. I hope I’ve done that well enough. 

TLDR: Web!Martin for me is a potential, a threat, and a possibility, but not something I think is actively happening at the moment. Martin would make a good fit for an avatar if he wanted to be, but at the moment, has no motivation to do so. However, with the ever decreasing options to save the end of the world, I can see a situation where Web!Martin is a thing that he actively thinks could save it. 

That being said, Martin is inherently a character that wants to do GOOD in the world, and as long as that’s the case, even if that motivation is used against him, I don’t think he will be proven wrong that the world can be good and he has the power to make it so, or at the very least, I don’t think his journey will end on a dower note, even if it is a tragic one. The tragedy will be in the cost of saving the world or something similar, and whether or not Web!Martin is the case, I don’t think that will change. That being said, there are many potential theories on what could happen, and I don’t want to miss any of them, Web or not. This post has been made in somewhat defense as to why people like Web!Martin and continue to theorize about it, but also in reassurance that even if we do get Web!Martin that it doesn’t mean a destruction of Martin’s character.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #web!martin #tma spoilers #tma s5 #I made an essay but needed to put my thoughts together #long post #ALSO THANK YOU GAMMI AND CHIN FOR YOUR HELP WITH THIS!!! #edit: my read more died when I edited on mobile gdi sorry