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mschimdt · 1 year

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Dejavu

ch. 1

mansk X reader

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IM GOING TO BE WRITING ABOUT QUARITCH SOON

I HAVWNT FOUND TOO MANY FANFICS ABOUT MANSK AND IK SOME OF YALL ARE SUFFERING SO I CAME TO THE RESQUE

WARNINGS:

nome for this chapter :))

you and mansk have been working together simce the first day in your navi body, although u werent close youd always be assigned together by the colonel. mansk was a very quiet man, he never really spoke unless he needed to, he isnt shy quiet hes just focused quiet. hes always very secretive, no one really knows much about him other than his close friends. evenn though hes quiet he speaks wisely and thinks before he speaks, unlike lyle that doesnt process a word before it splats out of his mouth. you could say me and mansk were friends. but not friends like FRIENDS were like working partner type of friends and we never really spoke outside of missions and work.

youd always notice mansk staring at u in the lunch hall, you honestly kind of have something for mansk, he makes me feel weirdly comfortable, just his presence is enough to make your day a good one.

Quaritch calls u and a few other members who included mansk."listen soldiers, i think i have an idea of where jake sully might be"

lyle stared at quaritch "how so colonel?"

quaritch makes eye contact with lyle and replies to lyles question "ive got a signal hes somewhere nearby, in the area we suspected him to be in a few weeks ago which means hea probably around here somewhere, we have a mission to complete, get ready and hop onto the helicopter, ill be there waiting"

you stare at quaritch and quickly run to your room which luckily isnt too far away from the meeting room, you wnter ur room and put on some armour. you didnt change your shorts though because youd be pretty useless for this mission and youll probably be askes to stand around somewhere, u didnt change because u doubted getting hurt when ur not allowed to do anything. you clipped ur chest armour on and quickly tied ur hair into two braids.

you quickly sprinted to the veichles room which had some of the helicopters and found that everyone has already arrived, you questioned how they did it but theres no time to spare, so u hopped on and strapped yourself to a seat while your tail went back and forth because of the excitement u were experiencing, the excitement of capturing jake sully and being over wirh quaritchs dumb hide and seek game with sully.

the helicopter has been in the air for 20 minutes now, no one has spoken the entire ride and it was all silent other than the helicopter noises, quaritch broke the silence, he had to scream so you and thw others would hear him ontop of the helicopter noise "ALRIGHT, Z DOG, LYLE, ME N' JA, WERE GONNA LOOK FOR SULLY. MANSK AND Y/N STAY BEHIND AND GUARD THE HELICOPTER" mansk stared at quaritch, you didnt know if he was staring at him because of his shades but u think hes looking at quaritch, mansk lets out an amnoyed sigh, you couldnt quite hear it but u could tell it was an annoyed one.

the helicopter was finally starting to land, you were going deaf from the loud helicppter noises even with the headphone things you were given to cancel out the noise, the helicopter hit the ground with a large thud and the engines were starting to slow down, everyonr was unbuckling theit seat belts and you did the same unbuckling your own.

your the last one to leave the helicopter after mansk, you were all outside now and quaritcg repeated "Y/N and mansk stay with the helicopter and gaurd it incase some navi bitch tries to destroy it, me and the rest are gonna go looking for sully because hes around here somewhere" he said with a blank expression

you and mansk have been standing next to the helicopter for around 40 minutes and it was getting really boring you havent exchanged a word with the man next to you and your both just staring into no where

suddenly you hear a noise in the trees around u. you and mansk both jolt up holding your guns towards where the sound was coming from, after a few minutes you put your guns down thinking it was just a gust of wind

you look to your right and there was a pandorian creature sprinting at u, it had claws, claws that looked like they could decapitate an entire human head, it was speeding at you. you let put a little "uhmmm" and mansk looks your way looking at the creature speeding towards u holding up his gun. it was already too late, the creature attacked your legs with its huge claws before mansk shot him. he was teying to scratch your chest but thankfully you were wearing the armour you put on earlier. you stared at your leg, then at the dead monster, then at mansk. mansk was already rushing towards you, you stared back at your now red legs from blood. mansk leans down to where you are on the floor "are yoy okay? that looks bad" in a shaky scared voice, you reply to his question on the verdge of crying from pain "u-uhm, yeah im fine but my leg clwarly isnt" theres tears building up in your eyes now. mansk leans down to look at the huge cut caused by the monsted on ur leg.

"i should fetch the first aid kit till quaritch and the rest get back because we cant leave them here" says mansk, he hops into the helicopter and grabs the first aid kit, he leaves the helicopter again sitting on the floor next to you, he lifts ur legs onto his thighs.

he gets some iodine to clean ur wound incase it gets infected, he puta it on a little cotton pad and rubs it all over youe wound. it kind of stung but u werent gonna complain because he was trying to help you after all

he finally wraps. ur bleeding legs in white medical wrap to try and stop the bleeding. the white wraps quickly turnes into red ones from thr amount of blood yoy were losing, it was a very deep cut and you were worried it might get infected.

"thanks for helping me i really appreciate it" you said with a smile plastered across your tear stained face "we shoukd probably call the others youre bleedimg too much and jake isnt really worth letting you die, we can get him later"

he holds up his walkie talkie typa thing and says sometjing into it, your too light headed to focus of anything he says. suddenly, everything went dark

you wake up after passing out, you arent on the ground anymore, your back in the helicopter with someone holding you in their lap, you slowly open your eyes to look at whoever was holding u. you were shocked to see it was mansk, mansk always seemed like a tough guy that wouldnt help anyone if it didnt benifit him, he stared down at you and smiled

you closed your eyes hoping youd wake up from your 'dream' just to find that ur still in mansks arms wrapped tightly, the helicopted landes and you could omly tell it did because of the large thud it made, quaritch had already called the medics to wait till you arrived to prevent further bloodloss

you were wuickly rushed into the small hospital, the mediics quickly unwrapped your leg and cleaned it while another one of the human medics was getting a huge needle ready to stitvh your leg before you lost too much blood' you looked to you right and saw mansk sitting on a chair next to the bed you were layed on, they stitched up your legs which was a very painful and long process, another nurse came into the rook you were in with a blood bag of your blood type. mansk stares at you, he keeps staring for a few minutes

"sorry about not killing that monster earlier, we should have looked around a bit better, im glad your okay though"

"thanks mansk, its not your fault, we killed the monster in the end though so its okay"

mansk smiled at you, he got up from his chair and walked over to you pulling you into a long warm hug, you quite enjoyes the hug he gave you, it was out of no where though youve never seen mansk hug anyone or look at anyone in the way hes always looked at you, it made u feel a bit special because you knew it wasnt a bad type of stare

after that day you and mansk bece closer, youd always hangout. work out together, eat together, and he quickly told you more about himself, you were quite surprised he actually did it because hes never told anyone that you know any of this type of stuff about him.

it was raining outside and you were sitting next to mansk on a sofa, you were both laughing at something on your tablets (phones but theyre big so they could fit navi hands) suddenly mansk put his arm around your shoulder pulling you a bit closer to him than you expected, you stopped laughing and blushed a bit and mansk noticed it, he started rubbing your shoulder so he could see if he could make u blush any further, you stayed like this for a few minutes until mansk finally decided to speak "your enjoying than hm?"

you throw ur head down and look down onto your lap, you didnt want to show him how much you were blushing, thsn suddenly a warm hand grabs ur chin and turns it up and to the side, you try to fight back but yis grip is too strong, you find yourself staring at mansk, your faces were too close, he was repeatedly stearing at ur eyes, then your lips, your eyes, then your lips. he did this a few times until you spoke up "what are you doing?" mansk leans closer to your face waiting for premission to press your lips against his, you closed your eyes and he took it as a sign he could kiss yoy now.

he leans in and your lips touch, this was your first ever kiss, it felt bettee than what you expected it to feel like, you never thought mansk felt this way

he pulls back and hesitates for a second, then he says "i love you" staring at you with a soft facial feature, you then grab his shades and pull them off his face, youve only seen his eyes twice before this

he had the most gorgeous yelliw eyes, he looked sinilar to quaritcy but his facial features are so much softer than quaritch's.

you realize youve been staring at him for about a minute now, you hug him tightly and he hugs back, his body language telling you hes happy you gave him a positive response.

he pulls away from the hug first, "ive been meaning to tell you tjis for a while now, Y/N ive liked you for so long" i reply to his words "me too.."

#mansk x reader #avatar #avatar mansk #fanfic #miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch

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rougetrose · 3 months

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im going to post this not only as a way to defend myself but to also put out the truth so that lies arent being spread around. shoutout to anyone in this group called illustrio as this will help put out some info for those wondering whats going on:

for starters, i joined a fun discord group set in the marauders era as it was intended for busy people with busy schedules. as someone who hasnt roleplayed in a long time due to working full-time hours, this was the perfect setup for me. however, things seem to change...and yes, for the worse.

i received this message from one of the admins expressing how my inactivity has led to some difficulty interacting/proceeding with the group's plot points, which was a valid concern. i have since messaged every time i got busy and even apologized for not being around as much as i wouldve liked (which i didnt rlly have to tbh considering that the group was made FOR busy ppl but anyways). i then proceeded to ask if any other issues may have occurred that need to be brought up so we can discuss and move on successfully and healthily as a group, but it seems that i have been kicked out before i could even get the chance to reach out. despite it all, my main goal was to get clarity and ask for the true reasons why i was being let go (mind you i was still at work when this happened so i only got back to reply an hour later):

i thought the first initial message was very fair and respectful. so i reciprocated that tone in my reply:

surprisingly, the mun took a turn in the tone of their next reply and i was genuinely stumped by how things got intense very quickly:

i can go on and on about how problematic this reply was, but i knew this kind of response isn't worth fussing about so i just prepared another reply to cease any interactions with this person, but of course, i was blocked before it could be sent through:

as mentioned in my last response, there were many uncomfortable instances in the group that happened and yes, i shouldve spoken out when i could have gotten the chance as it was happening, but the amount of time i have spent roleplaying in general, has just made me ignore those 'hiccups' when they did occur. regardless, it was a very weird and absurd reply and until now im still wondering where this reaction came from when i reached out very neutrally from the get-go.

i usually shrug these type of things off as it unfortuantely does happen from time to time in the rp community, but i only decided to take matters into my own hands when im being accused of calling the mun mentioned above slurs.

despite it being a very SERIOUS accusation, i made sure to review our past messages and see where and when i could have made a comment that harmful (which i did not) just to be sure i didnt offend/harm/belittle anyone. as expected, i have seen that there are NO offensive messages in our chats as we only talked for a brief amount of time and never really got to again before they messaged me privately about this matter. below are the screenshots of our conversations before this dilemma. i have NOT touched our chats at all, so saying i have been deleting messages??? another strange thing to say:

these screenshots are the only instances where and when we talked and as im looking through, i still dont see any of the slurs that im being accused of. i havent had any 1 on 1 interactions with the mun with any of our characters either during my time in the group and only got to to talk to o through the general/public ic chats on the server.

i thought that this mun was overall, very friendly and kind. i had no issues with them whatsoever, so im wondering where the sudden change in reactions came from as i genuinely and wholeheartedly never gave them a reason to hate/dislike me.

i have since reached out to one of my friends who is also in the group and he has been sharing how the group and current admins believe that i have been referring to this mun with slurs. i hope that whoever is still in that group sees this and gets the WHOLE story before accusing someone of something this serious. it's truly tarnishing and hurtful that lies are being spread about my name, so please give this a thorough review before listening to only one side of the story and not verifying anything.

(statement from the admin; i hope they can see this thread and re-evaluate what REALLY happened) :

also, when the previous admin had managed the group, i thought they were very friendly and welcoming and had no issues with them as well, so this is all very confusing and surprising to me to say the least. as shown above on the screenshot, my first reply had been very neutral and in no way did i 'lash' out at the mun when they had first messaged me as stated in that photo.

and again, before you accuse someone of anything serious ESPECIALLY slurs, please make sure that you have the necessary proof to do so. regarding that, i have asked in the beginning of the message for any proof to show when and where i may have offended this person, but as i stated and will continue to say: i dont think i have the means to dehumanize someone else all because of a roleplay. if you have had that experience, please report them immediately. if you are someone who says slurs, please seek help and re-evaluate yourself before harming others.

all in all, i think the group was fun while it lasted. everyone seemed friendly and welcoming but this unfortunate turn of events has made me want to take a break from roleplaying in the next bit. i hope this could clear up the air as i intended to initially. thanks so much again if you got to read this far.

#rpt #hope this cleared the air #discord rp #harry potter rp

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blood-bound · 8 months

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fuck it discord rant with no context (feel free to ask for context) about my last session

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ok little context: mark and cassidy driving home from mission where the anarch party they were investigating got raided by camarilla so they have to take the long way home. also, mark juts got a text from sampson that they need to talk. otherwise good luck making sense of this if u havent heard mark rants before.

Mark learned: -Cassidy turned in 1853 california -loves older western movies, NOT spaghetti westerns except once upon a time in th west -loves detective novels; steven king -has larger goals that he doesnt want to say due to mark's sire having a short leash on him lol -guessed mark was about 5 years dead, mark told him it was less than a year. cassidy was pretty surprised lol -cassidy asked marks goals and what he wanted. mark talked abt goals of stability, and knowing whats going on in the city. talked around it but basically said he also wanted someone he felt he could actually talk to T_T This is what inspired lighter covnersation abtmovies and books -cassidy invited him to WATCH A MOVIE W HIM AT THE CINEMA LOVE WINS (NOT A DATE FOR SURE UNLESS?) -

Now its time to talk to sampson on the next night

due to something julius did mark has to shelter some anarchs in the sewers on his territory. he made it clear the SEWERS only. theyve been moving in.

anyway marks goes to the bar. theres some sketchy ppl outside .oh god. anarchs not listening to directions? THATS CRAZY. Anyway the bar is closed early. it has blinds. many locks. sampson lets mark in and is like. dude. wtf are these people around. ive been seeing htem around and we figured out they were vampires and you said htis place would be safe?? i cant keep doing this???

he's like i know its not all always your fault or things happen in spite of you but what am i supposed to do? i cant live like this again? what am i supposed to do?? And marks just like look anarchs have been moving in city wide ill deal with this and . sampson presses and hes like deal with them how. and marks like IDK kick them out? kill th- and sampsons like YES KILL THEM you killed that one random person cant you kill kindred on your territory?

like OOF that 1 ONE murder lives in his head dsakjfsfdkjds

he's crying, also, ends up saying 'after all this i dont want to talk to you again, i know you bring me stuff to keep me alive' and then be breaks down MORE like REALLY sobbing

so mark gives him a little time to compose himself. then gets all cold and is basically like. so be it. ill still have to see you monthly, but we can try to limit it. but then sampsons like. "I dont know. I just. dont know what to do. i cant sleep with these guys out there all the time" and mark is like "do you want me to deal with them right now?" and smaspons like "yes" so. mark leaves to deal with them!

he grabs piece of shit tony who is supposed to be helping manage this territory. tony says the guys claimed he invited him there, so mark has to explain how they are allowed in the sewers but no where else. and that he wants the three in front of the plaza dealt with Tonight. they work out a deal. tony drives around collecting ghouls and plays this song.

the ghouls are wearing ski masks and have various weapons. he assigns them an order. and turns up the music and they start FUCKING those guys up. first guy modified his glock to be semi automatic? one gets downed immedaitely. 3 other ghouls approach with melee weapons. one gets killed sadly but all the kindred who were loitering by the bar get torpored in short order. Tony is pissed and yells at a corpse about whose gonna pay to replace his ghoul? Ooffff. but yeah mission done. tony says to mark to get out of his car.

He does so. returns to bar. SESSIONEND

SESSION END!

THEY WERE ABOUT TO GET TO TALK! im sure they are shook by the Incredible Violence outside but whatever

DSLKFJDSLFSD

#Spotify

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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haapy thursday...

law and order AND criminal mind spoilers under the cut! (criminal mind at the very end and very easy to skip over)

Thank god for these recaps because I forget ninety percent of what happens on OC because I just do not care lololoolol.

Where do I know this motherfucker from? (duran) (ouat… that’s where)

Uuggggghhh we’re gonna have to deal with MORE UC Elliot?! Fuck this

LOOL she’s a CI, fucking new there was something off about her. Like yeah, she’s still a criminal but cooperating lol.

I feel like this approach to getting in is literally the worst. Why would this fuck ever trust anyone who just randomly walks up to him in a bar with a duffle of money?! Like that’s CLEARLY a fucking cop. I know there’s the pretense of “killing kevin” shit but still… I would not believe

Uggh Elliot shut the fuck up, stop taking this out on Jamie….

I don’t trust this other boss dude, not one bit… I feel like literally everyone on this show is out to get Ayanna and fuck up her life like… can she just be left in peace for ONCE pls.

And immediately after I say that Elliot goes behind her back and groups up the squad into a secret operation without her permission or even opinion on it. Like, he really doesn’t understand that she OUTRANKS him right?! Like could you IMAGINE if Velasco or muncy pulled that crap on olivia?! They’d be out of a job. Like… even with Duarte, who is *not* part of her squad, but a level below as a lieutenant, she got all attitudey “the next word out of your mouth better be followed by a ‘captain’.” Like…cmon… I get that this is meloni’s show, but like, have some fucking respect for your boss??

Whyd they make sure a big deal out of this girl and the police reveal on elliots behalf if SHE’S ALREADY A CI?? SHES ALREADY WORKING WITH THE COPS!??

LOOOOLLL the look on bell’s face when Jamie took her coffee. PLEASE. M’am’s about to smack a bitch

Kay. So… you’re telling me you’re looking for duran… and you HAVENT checked with the daughter’s house?? (or is this all a rouse?)

Is she *not* a CI? I’m so fucking confused.

Jfc the disgust face I made when she kissed him, fuck this

Yeah man, im with Jamie on this….

Okay, update from last week now that imdb is updated… elliot’s therapist IS the same actor as fin’s rope/tide guy. Fucking KNEW IT.

Mothership time..

Oooo! LOVING the blue on kate!!

Callback to the SHOES! YES! Something that Chicago pd taught me was to look for the shoes cause they can’t dump them or change them like they can a coat/hoodie. I knew he had red ones!

He’s an upper east side prep school kid and the judge REALLY went for a mere $2mill?? Jfc

Is sam going to actually get to do this one on her own for once?? Pls…

Aawweeee sam my beeebeeeee…. Let me HUG YOU PLS. im thankful for more insight into her background now

Jfc… nolan’s “excuse me?” when sam brings up the rich white kid comment? Go fuck yourself. BLESS mccoy for stepping in and defending her and agreeing, give her some damn respect fuck.

Vic had THIS many *severe* injuries and the perp only has a broken wrist/hand whatever, and we’re seriously claiming self defence? That’s going WAY overboard bestie

Okay I called being under the influence as a defence plea at the beginning… but god what a fucking dick move just because you know you’ve lost the self defence plea. Ugh.

Okay…they bought dabs at like, 11pm? And the murder happened at like what 6am? Like obvi he could’ve been smoking all night as he wandered around and threw rocks but still.. this is fuckign bull

They’re saying he LEGALLY ingested it, yet he’s 18 & the legal age is 21, so there’s THAT and then there’s the fact that his FRIEND was the one who bought it with his weed card, NOT him.

NOLAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU JUST WANT TO THROW SAM UNDER THE BUS CAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE THE FALL FUCK YOU.

I was LITERALLY about to say “why is every week of this show the old white lawyer and cop being fucking stupid and the poc characters having to be all ‘smarten up bruh’,” and THEN THAT HAPPENED. Fuck.

At least mccoy has her back.

Okay back to raging about Nolan… like.. this just makes it look like a personal vendetta. Change it out to the female poc lawyer leading the case, the one who you know is already having an emotional week and taking the case a little bit too hard. So if she gets emotional in the courtroom or whatever it’s because “she’s a woman” if she crosses a line its because she’s biased to the poc vic. Like FUCK this. Sam gets treated like shit and tossed into the ditch every goddamn week of this show I s2g, she deserves better.

Still mad at Nolan but overall that ep was WAY more entertaining and interesting than any other one ive seen. Doesn’t hurt that it was a very sam focussed one…

Time for SVU

Velasco coming in clutch with the cozy coat collection yet again

Bx9 has literally been around for YEARS, like we’ve seen them in so many previous seasons, and liv has been in svu the entire time, she’s worked bx9 cases before, how tf would she have not known/realized this shit earlier?

Fin getting stuck doing literal managerial work and absolutely hating it is peak comedy

Muncy going after Duarte… mood

We’re…really letting muncy out there on her own… this seems like bad news…

God this is fucking heartbreaking…

Still not sure if I trust or like Duarte…

I get this guys in the hospital but why is he not cuffed to the bed.. like..bruh is gonna RUN otherwise.

All of this “let them get settled” “tell her to come in tomorrow” “give them some peace” GURL PLS WE ALL KNOW THAT THEY’LL BE DEAD BY THEN…

THAT’S Oscar papa…. He’s a fucking twink…

Literally anyone could’ve seen that shanking coming… cmon… that’s been the theme tonight. Way too obvious foreshadowing..

Okay… so after all of that… it wasn’t actually Oscar papa?

Oh, okay, so they let this perp get dressed?? Lolololol

Im sorry… on what grounds do they have to arrest him? This is just based off what the other guy said? See… if we were going to do a three ep arc of this shit, and there’s still one left, could we not have wrapped up with some personal shit, the team out for drinks? Sonny going home to the girls?? Olivia maybe popping in to see how noah’s doing?? And then leave the arresting Oscar to the beginning of next week?

to briefly touch on criminal minds as well because i yelled out loud and scared my roomate lololol.

last week was SO fucking good, like they fed us so well and then this week wtf was that!? the bomb going off, we knew from the promo jj would be relatively ok, but not luke. i KNOW their team is small so having one of them in the hospital would throw things off but like, at least one of them could be a little bloodied up, a little consequences once in a while would be nice and not just a jump scare (i cant think of the proper saying but you get my drift)

i never really shipped garcia & luke, so i'm not super mad about the tyler thing. do think its weird for garcia to be so hot and cold, like she refused to be in the same room as him and now she's (secretly) helping him out and giving him a place to stay and all that? i get that now he's out free cause he wasn't an unsub, and there's that sympathy over the dead sister and her being able to relate to it over her parents but it still seems super off. (and yes, i do think that it was incredibly dumb and irresponsible of the entire fbi team to be all "yeah, your sister's dead, sorry, BAI!" like, they shouldve asked if he had somewhere to go, a friend to talk to, anything...)

what I AM *very* mad about is rebecca & tara. we're introduced in the first ep to rebecca, and finally have some queer representation on the show (and played by a queer actor too!--presumably?? i dont know if its ever been legitimately confirmed?) for us to BARELY see them together, NEVER see them at home together (no matter how briefly they lived together). just to break them up?? like, don't get me wrong, i can see why what happened would cause a fight in their relationship, but even tara could go in and explain that at the time of the original case, she wouldve believed it too, that they had more evidence now and rebecca isn't at fault or some shit like that... why do we always have to kill our gays!? it's getting fucking old and im not here for it.

rest of the ep was meh? did love they got the jet back though. hoping next week is better.

#law and order spoilers #criminal minds spoilers #spoilers #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order oc #law and order organized crime #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds evolution spoilers

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neomedievalist · 2 years

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sorry for being a rando popping into your inbox but wrt your posts about smt5 and the acnh effect, as a lifelong fan of animal crossing i hard agree on nh and it's kind of depressing to see so many people say it's the best animal crossing when it isnt even CLOSE. id say the downfall of ac started with new leaf since thats when they started lobotomizing the villagers, but acnl actually had tons and tons of content that kept me playing for literal years. meanwhile with nh i only popped in to check out the new updates then stopped playing. i could write an entire essay on how they completely gutted the original tone that animal crossing had with its writing and overall vibes and basically sanitized a fun, unique quirky little game into being The Relaxing Game.

with smt5, i think the problem is something different though. if you read the interviews from very early in v's production, the devs mention things they wanted to be in the story--namely, they wanted v to touch on themes of extremism in modern society and how in the face of the world being on fire gen z and millennials feel utterly hopeless and like they have no future. none of that was in the final product. granted, i have very little knowledge of game development but since v was in production prior to and during the pandemic, i have a theory that there was meddling on the part of corporate that really messed with the development process with the pandemic on top of that. according to a friend of mine, someone data mined v and there were a ton of unused assets and concepts, which seems to support my idea that there was a huge shift mid development that squandered v's potential.

one thing though, is that new people getting into smt though v means that they're more likely to play the other games in the series and see what it's like when smt's potential is realized, whereas this doesnt really exist for animal crossing since animal crossing is generally the same all around where each smt game has a vastly different story and tone from the other games.

(i might be misinterpreting but one criticism i have of your addition to that one post if you describing this phenomenon as Kirby On The Switch when as a lifelong kirby fan the most recent kirby game was unironically a near perfect game and most people seem to be in agreement on that and it was clear that hal labs put a TON of love and work into making it. but sadly kirby and the forgotten land is an exception to what you were talking about on that post)

sorry for the essay lol i just have Thots

HI YES thoughts appreciated! everyone always welcome to drop essays about video games in my inbox i love writing them and i love reading them

i wouldnt call myself a lifetime ac fan but i played the FUCK out of new leaf, i think i got it in 2014 and i have about 1000 hours in it, which is why i was so dissapointed with NH...and ive heard and understand peoples criticism of NL so it must be really really rough for old ac fans to see NH just double down on all that.

that's really interesting about smtv though, i hadn't heard that about the datamining and stuff? and i guess the original interview i hadnt seen because i wasnt into smt then LOL. i actually am gnna go look at that because it really does feel like a game that went thru development hell and had to rush things, i remember before release being really worried that we hadnt gotten any story trailers or english va announcements...esp since the game was announced at the same time as mario odyssey LOL

and yes thats very true that people might get into smt thru smtv. i definitely agree with that point but at the same time, someone is equally likely to not really click with it then drop it and not touch the series again... but well. not the point.

about kirby i was honestly thinking about that when i was posting it, i havent played the forgotten land but every kirby fan i know loves it (i was actually thinking of picking it up myself as a 3d platformer fan) so yeah i can def see how thats an exception. it is true that really good games with passion behind them still can come out which is really heartening, i wish it wasnt such a surprise when it happened!

but yes i think animal crossing really embodies this point. the way its become a cultural icon and people dont know what the series USED to offer so they think that NH is good and what they're all like is so dissapointing, especially as a life sim that youre meant to put tons of time into... it frustrates me to no end when i see people joking abt AHh i have no motivation to go back to my island its so much work i havent played in so long.. like this wouldnt have HAPPENED if the game wasnt shit!! i never had "no motivation" to play new leaf because it was an actual game and not a halfway between life sim and sandbox game that is the worst of both worlds! i checked in on new leaf EVERY. DAY. after school when i was in high school and id play for an hour each day. i dont think i missed a single day in maybe three years.

in new horizons i told myself id go back to it if they ever added cooking. then they added cooking and i went back to it and it sucked so i stopped playing again

there is literally no reason to play it other than customizing your island as a sandbox game but the sandbox elements are so fucking miserable to play that you have to be, excuse me for saying this, unemployed to actually find the time to make your island look good. the game coasted on the fact that it released right before the pandemic and everyone had the free time to play it.

#data #anyway. tl;dr all true points!#i have much more to say about NH but ill leave it at that and ive ranted abt it so much

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lovelifelikeitsyourlastlife · 11 months

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MAY 27

shit where to i start yesterday i meet up with junior my i wanna say first high school boyfriend that i had. and bruh i got high not super high but still high enough to feel it and we ended up having sex he wasnt playing when he said he was gonna be rough like it was alright we went at it for a good amount till i started bleeding and we stopped. but it was alright he did like over hyped how good and how “big” his dick was, honnestly Alan (joels friend) has been the biggest one of all of 12 guys ive had sex with and even then he still wasnt good enough to have me satified so to my concluion dick size doent play a factor in me being able to finally experiance an organism, so far the only guy so has even gotten me hella close to one was luis and he wasnt even fucking me he was just fingering me, if i wasnt so scared to let lose and really let myself have it im pretty sure i wouldve been able to expenaice an orgams all on my own many times by now with just masterbating, but my fear of not having control of my body is what ruins things for me, maybe thats also why when i get high i havent been able to enjoy it like i see people do in movies or videos because im just now calm or enjoying it, i stay trying to fight it , fighting to gain control. anyways the sex was alright i had better, but i not gonna tell him that. being high help at least not focus much on if i like it or not it acttually help me to just enjoy it, and not over think it, next time when i go back im not gonna smoke to see how the sex really is, with me being aware and conncuisse i might drink just so i dont be all shy and shit cause the weed also help with that it helped me be a little more open, also th fact that junior was actually making converation with me and asking me things. we were both high anyways so being quite really didnt matter cause we would both doze off like its the next day so bacally its been 24 hrs now and im barely feeling normal again so for the high to completely ware off and be out of my system its takes more then 24 hrs, while sully over was telling me how in an hr it was gonna ware off, speacking about sully, her and this whole “wedding” of hers is just unbelivebale my mom says shes once again just trying to make me jealous or something like that but like if that was true it isnt working cause shes not even in love everthing was planned like nothing was a surprice, like those are the best things about getting enganged and getting married shes litterly only geting married because she doesnt wanna be alone, cause shes tired of fucking with dudes that in her words shes tired of being a dumbass and giving assholes a chance but its no ones fault but hers not being easy and having guys not respect her i stay telling her she needs to stop fucking guys who clealry are only trying to get in her pants marrige shouldnt be a just cause things especially if getting married at a church in front of god, marrgie should be with someone you truly love and see your life with them forever , not just because your tired of “assholes” like its as simple as just staying single and waiting on the right guy to come along who isnt gonna ask for sex right away, like for me once a guy askes for sex right away i dont take them sereious, if i want to ill still have se with them and they could possibale be able to win me over if they want something serious with me but that doesnt mean that ima give in super easy with just the first lovey doevy thing they do but idk its hard to explain my way of thinking.

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c-kiddo · 2 years

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an animatic is happening

#i say as if i havent got so many in th works.. but this one is easier so im doing it rn ;w;#kiddo say #myart #fjord stone #jester lavorre #critical role

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poptod · 3 years

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Pretty, Little Doll (Merriel Shelton x Reader)

Description: Merriel makes friends with the pretty little doll serving ice cream.

Notes: jus thinking about ice cream. implied female reader, but this.. is too much. theres just too much here. youve been warned. edit: wait no u havent. the warning is that theres suggestive themes and such WC: 2.3k

After working long hours in the broiling sun of the south, what felt best down his parched throat was a beer––a bar where many of his friends and coworkers drank at, and the waitresses wore low-cut dresses with short hems and long stockings. That sight went down wonderfully with several drinks, but what drew his attention today was a newly opened shop.

There was no sign, but the large, pristine windows gave a good view of the inside. Clean, white walls with several tables and chairs to the left, and a counter to order at on the right. Behind it stood you, dressed to the nines in ruffles and bows as you opened up the shop, displaying buckets of ice cream.

Merriel grinned. Lopsided and toothy, and he jogged inside, sweat and dirt still trailing down his skin and clothes. With his shirt slung over his bare shoulder, he met your eye and his cocky smile returned as his chin tilted high.

"Afternoon," he drawled as he approached the counter, barely grazing over the different flavors before returning to you.

"Good afternoon," you said in a much quieter voice, though you did mimic his smile, just more politely. "How may I help you?"

"You new here?" He asked, gesturing generally to the shop.

"Oh, yes," you said. "My grandmother always wanted an ice cream parlor, so.. I thought I could help her."

"That's awful sweet of ya," he said as he leant on the counter, tilting ever closer to you. "This ice cream sweet as you, boo?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you did a double take. For a moment you were at a loss for words, but you quickly attempted to stammer out a response, a blush burning your face.

"Well, um, we have, uh, strawberry, and um.. chocolate, vanilla, cherry, and uh, banana. And bourbon."

"Bourbon?" He said, a single brow kinked upwards.

"It's my grandma's favorite," you said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Damn, girl. Grandma knows how to have fun," he laughed.

"Would you like to try it?"

Only if I can lick it off you, he thought, his attention drifting to the soft skin of your neck. The thought of it melting down and pooling in your clavicle. While usually he didn't bother to censor himself for anyone, you seemed a little fainthearted. His chances with you would probably be ruined after one too-strange comment.

"Sure," was what he said instead. "Long as it's cold I don't care."

"I understand that. I moved here recently and it's certainly something to try and adapt to the heat," you rambled as you stuck a tiny plastic spoon in the bourbon ice cream, giving him the single bite. "Are you a local?"

"Been here long's I remember," he said, taking the spoon. "What time do ya get off today?"

"Oh, um," you fixed the ruffles on your collar, "I won't be finished till late. We're not all set up yet."

"If y' need some help, I'd be happy to offer my expertise. I do a hell of a lot a' nailin' things ta the wall."

You stared at him again, once more losing your words. He hadn't quite meant what he said, but the fluster he left you in had him grinning, humored by the connotation you'd incorrectly understood.

"That – that'd be very nice of you," you said, wringing your hands. "I don't want to bother you. You look.. busy."

He didn't miss how your eyes raked up his body, from his wrinkled, dusty pants up his bare waist and chest still gleaming with the sweat of morning work. His jaw could cut hearts and he knew that very well; accented it whenever he could as he cocked his chin upwards, watching carefully as your breath froze.

"I won't be busy tonight. How 'bout this." He walked up right to the counter, pressing his hips into the edge of it. "I come after I finish up ma' own job, and I'll give ya' a hand. Don't even gotta pay me."

"Really? But –"

"Don't worry 'bout it. 'S nothin' for a pretty doll like you."

"At least let me get you a cone? It's hot out today," you offered, reaching for the largest waffle cones you had.

The guys wouldn't really take well to him eating ice cream instead of drinking, but he figured they'd eat their words when they saw you.

"Won't say no to that."

As much as he wanted to boast about you, how pretty and sweet you were and how he so easily slid his way into your life, he didn't want his friends finding your shop and vandalizing it with their own dirty boots and flirtatious looks. Only he could do that.

In the evening he returned as promised, having walked from his house on the outskirts of town to your shop on the main street. The build, decorum, and location of the shop screamed rich family to him. No one in his state would be able to afford a business on main street, much less fully renovated and repainted. He could ask you, he decided, about your family, your grandmother, and of course you.

Inside, you were closing up the tubs of ice cream, hauling them out of the display case and into a back storage room. He knocked before he entered, earning a muffled 'come in!' from you.

Before either of you could speak, both the buckets in your arms began to slip, and he ran round to the other side of the counter to help. He took one from you to ease the load.

"Careful, cher," he said, grabbing another bucket in his other arm. "Don't wanna break yaself."

"Thank you," you said, mostly ignoring his comment. "My grandma is in the other room, so just, um.. be polite and proper."

Fat fuckin' chance, he thought in his head, but fortunately did not say aloud as he followed you.

The door swung open into a freezer room, where an old lady stood in the corner, covered head to toe in coats as she stirred.

"I keep telling you to let me do that," you sighed, setting down your container before rushing to her side.

"I can do it quite well myself. I'm not useless, you know," your grandmother said, staring you down with a glare. You hesitated, gauging her carefully, before you relented with another exasperated sigh.

"Fine, alright," you said quietly. "I'll go work on hanging up all the paintings and such."

"Thank you, dear."

You motioned to him as you passed by, pushing open the door and heading out of the freezer. He once again followed you, watching your ass with a grin you never saw.

"We need to hang up these," you said as you brought him to one of the circular tables, each of which carried a small pile of paintings, license plates, or tin posters.

"You got a ladder?" He asked, glancing to the high walls.

"Yes sir," you said, sorting through the different posters. He quirked a brow, intrigued by the possibility of that nickname.

"I neva did get ya name," he said as he leant on one of the tables.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Pretty name for a pretty doll," he half sung, the same, one-sided smile stretched lazily across his face. "My name's Merriel."

"Also a pretty name," you said, picking the largest poster to start with. A pin-up girl in a sailor's suit. "Our ladder isn't all that steady. Will you hold it for me?"

He opened his mouth to offer himself up, but with one look to the ruffled skirt you wore, he shut himself up.

"'Course," was what he said instead.

Everything was a bit of a game––one you were unwittingly a part of, and one where you played your role rather well. A sweet, unassuming little thing, essentially a toy for him, accepting his help and letting him in. He hated to act the predator, but when it came to you he couldn't help it.

That was how he saw it. Hunting you down and taking you for his own at the end of a long chase. However, to any outsider, it appeared in a much simpler way; a young man doing anything for someone he'd developed a crush on. That was how it truly was, though the innocence of his crush was abruptly stripped away as he held the ladder, staring shamelessly up your skirt.

"Merriel?"

"Huh?" He said, broken out of his dreamy trance.

"I said could you hand me another nail," you said, pointing towards the package of nails with your hammer.

"Oh. You sure ya ain't gonna fall if I leave?" He asked with a grin. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll be alright."

"If you say so, boo."

After a little while he supposed he ought to offer some more help than holding a rickety ladder, and took your place at the top with a hammer in his hand and nails in his mouth. As promised, his experience with nailing things to the wall (nails specifically, not women) made him much faster than you, and the entirety of the wall behind the counter was covered within fifty minutes.

"Thank you for your help, again," you said as you put away the hammer and nails.

"My pleasure," he said, the image of your thighs still fresh in his mind. "If y' ever need help.. I'm happy t' to be of service."

"Well, thank you. Come stop by again soon. On the house," you said as he left, peeking your head out the door and giggling.

"You know I'm stoppin' by again, get two things done in one trip. Some'in sweet for th' eyes and the tongue," he laughed, watching your face light up with a blush.

And it ain't just the ice cream, he thought.

Over the course of the coming summer, he left drinking for the evening, and instead visited your shop over his lunch break. You insisted on giving his cones for free considering he continued to help you out, but he usually found ways to sneak you the money anyway. You were not, as he assumed earlier, a very rich family.

His favorite activity, which he found rather early on, was to sit outside on burning hot days, his shirt draped over the back of his chair as he ate. Through the pristine glass, he spied you watching him often.

You couldn't help it either. Most of your life was spent in your family cabin, cutting you off from many teen and early adulthood experiences. People flirting with you was a lot to deal with, especially when it came from someone as pretty as him, the smooth dips and ripples of his lean muscles shining with sweat and dirt from his construction site.

His tongue. Ever since he made that comment on that first evening you met, you hadn't been able to get it out of your mind. How it rolled and drawled between his puffy lips drawn backwards with his teeth, in a very specific method you'd pinned down to 'the Tongue Thing'.

Your heated, embarrassed blush only worsened as ice cream dripped down his fingers from the heat, cleaned up by a sharp and precise tongue. You could hardly breathe watching him like that, but as he caught your eye you turned quickly away.

His bravado had clearly earned a huge boost from catching you mid-drool, prevalent in his step as he waltzed back into your store. You hardly met his eye, pretending to clean up the counter, but that didn't stop him. He walked right up to you, leaning down with his elbows on the stone, forcing you to stop and look at him, which you did with incredible reluctance.

"You been watchin' me, cher?" He asked, close enough to see his reflection in your wide eyes.

"No," you said quietly.

"A' think you're lyin'," he said, leaning in closer yet. "Betta' not do that. Could land you in some trouble."

You raised your brows.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not with anythin' ya can't take," he said as he raked his eyes purposefully slow down your body. When you appeared to be at a loss for words, he said, "I'll ask ya again. Were you watching me?"

"... and if I don't answer?" You tested carefully.

"Well then, I think there's too much space between us," he said, grinning cockily as he jumped the counter, crowding you suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, backing up as he continued to step forwards till he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

"Tell the truth, baby." he drawled, carefully setting his hands on your hips and pulling you in. Something hard poked you.

"I – I wasn't staring, I –"

He half-grinded into you, pressing you tighter against the wall as his hands drew upwards, resting at your waist.

"Such a pretty thing," he mumbled beneath his breath, watching your stumbling reaction closely.

By pinning you with his hips, he had free roam to move his hands, one of which toyed with the hem of your skirt. It was wrong, certainly, and it was also illegal since you were in plain view of main street, but he lost control the minute his fingertips brushed the soft, supple skin of your thigh.

Your breathing hastened, hips yearning for something, though you didn't know what. When the rough skin of his fingers suddenly brushed inbetween your thighs your hands shot up to steady yourself on Merriel's shoulders. He laughed, running a finger through your lips, finding you already soaked and not wearing underwear. Instantly his laugh faded, devolving into a long, needy moan as his hips once more pushed up into you.

"Th – there's someone – someone coming," you said, eyes darting to the front door.

Immediately he was off you, stepping to the side as you straightened yourself out. You walked forward with shaky legs, which he most definitely noticed, and took the mother and son's orders as usual. When you finished you glanced to him, your heart stopping at the sight of him licking your slick from his fingers.

"I guess your ice cream is as sweet as you, boo," he murmured in your ear, giving you no chance to react before rushing back out to return to his construction job.

#snafu x reader #merriel snafu shelton #the pacific hbo #rami malek #rami malek character

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wychive · 4 years

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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you.

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

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tiniest-typewriter · 4 years

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you’re my number one *:・ﾟ✧

characters: Mario/Luigi

summary: Mario has a day off and spends it with his beloved brother, who makes a shocking discovery

its been quite some time since the older one of the Mario bros had a day off. there was always something the plumber needed to be ready for.

princess peach getting kidnapped? the Toads being threatened by Goombas? Bowser being up to his usual shenanigans? you never know!

but today, he was finally free to kick back and spend some quality time with his beloved brother Luigi.

speaking of, he was just heading for the living room, but got involuntarily slobbered on by polterpup on his way there. he chuckled and pet the loyal pup before heading to join his brother on the couch.

“so uh..“ he began “finally a day off, huh?“

Mario chuckled and stretched his arms. “yes! the kingdom is safe and I can-“ he interrupted himself with a pained yipe “mama mia!!“ and quickly lowered his arms again.

“ma-ma-ma-mario?! whats wrong?!“ luigi asked, full of concern. but his older bro shook his head “nothing! nothing! I´m fine!“ polterpup whined and jumped up onto the couch, right next to the hurt plumber. meanwhile luigi began to look more and more worried about his brother. which was something Mario just couldn't bear to see for too long “okay okay!“ mario said eventually. “I may have been hit a bit too hard when I went to save the princess the other day“ he said, trying to make it sound like just a bit of an inconvienience.

“but It´s fine! nothing I havent gone through before! I will be up going on another adventure in no time!“ but just as he was trying to strike a heroic pose for his bro to underline his confidence, the pain struck through his body yet again “ouwowowowouch!!!“ he whined out of pain and habit.

that was it! luigi has heard enough!

“you should go to bed!“ he told his bro. “or take a hot bath or whatever! just anything to help you get well!“

but mario protested “luigi! I don´t need to rest! I am fine! really!“ he said. polterpup whined and poked his nose into mario´s side, making him cry out in pain a third time and making his argument void.

Luigi took mario´s arm and carefully pulled him up to his feet. “you need rest, bro!“ he said. polterpup barked in agreement and followed the two brothers to their bedroom.

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“come on!“ “no!“

mario and luigi were sitting on the bed, the latter holding a first aid kit and the former pouting like a child.

“come on, brother!“ luigi said. “you need to let me see your injuries so I can treat them!“

mario tried to keep insisting that everything was perfectly fine, but he eventually gave up and sighed in defeat. “okay, okay” he said reluctantly and opened the buttons of his overalls. however, taking off his shirt was more of a struggle. he attempted it, but when he lifted his arms, the pain struck once more, making him stop.

luigi frowned in worry. “you must be really badly hurt.“ he said. “that´s nothing!“ mario insisted and tried again, biting down hard on his lip as he slipped out of the shirt and tossed it aside. “th-there! no problem!“ he said, clearly in a lot of pain.

luigi gasped in shock at what he saw. “M-M-MARIO!!” he shouted. “how could you keep this from me??”

the chubby plumber´s body was covered in painful looking bruises and marks.

this was definitely more than just being ´hit a bit too hard´.

there was a large blue and red mark covering nearly his whole left side and many smaller ones all over the place, along with various scratches and a quite nasty looking scar going from over his chest to his right side.

it looked like bowser threw him around the room like a bouncy ball and then gave him to a chain-chomp as a chew toy.

“how did this happen??“ luigi asked in terror, while mario tried his best to calm him down. “like I said! adventure! the-the princess!! she needed saving!!“ “you can´t safe the princess if you get turned into a pile of mushroom mash first!!“

mario pouted, but knew his bro was right.

luigi opened the first aid kit, but didnt even know what to focus on first. the scar looked pretty bad..but the bruise did too!

he aplied some medicine to a cotton ball and sheepishly looked away. “this might burn a bit” he said and before mario could even say “huh?” he went to work disinfecting the scar.

the pudgy plumber yiped in pain, but quickly pressed a hand to his mouth to silence himself “I know, I know!“ luigi said. “I´m sorry! I´m almost done!“ luigi was entirely focused on treating the nasty wound, so he didnt notice polterpup sneaking around the room, taking steps that were lighter than air. the little doggie eventually walked up to the bed, as he wanted to see what was keeping the two busy for so long.

he gave a small bark.

which ended up spooking luigi so much that he threw himself forward into mario’s arms out of fear.

the poor man was trembling horribly, expecting a ghost or chain chomp attack out of nowhere, but once he finally opened his eyes, he was just greeted by polterpup’s innocent little face as he rolled around, barked some more and then vanished through the wall.

“phew..“ luigi was relieved that there was no danger around, however, now he found himself in a whole different situation.

“oh..OH!!“ luigi quickly backed away from his half naked brother, his entire face bright pink from embarrasment. he chuckled nervously and looked away. “I-I’m so sorry mario!“ he said. “I was just- I didn’t mean to- I thought-“ but whatever he was about to say got replaced by another worry. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

mario, still a bit confused by how quickly all of that transpired, shook his head. “n-no, I’m fine“ he said. “how about you? are you alright?“ luigi nodded shyly. “y-y-yes!“ he said. “p-polterpup just surprised me, that’s all..“

he took the bandages from the first aid kit, but as he continued treating mario’s wounds, he couldn’t seem to concentrate..or look up at him for that matter.

he began to focus on small details, like how often his fingers brushed against his brother’s bare skin..or how much his hands were shaking..and how uncomfortably hot his face felt..

was this weird? was he being weird?

all luigi wanted was to treat his brother’s battle wounds, but all of a sudden he felt like he’s crossing a line..

was Mario even taking any note of that? was the anxious plumber just overthinking the situation and making a big deal out of nothing?

all those thoughts tore at poor Luigi and it didnt take long until he suddenly dropped the roll of bandages.

“oh! I-I’m sorry, I’m just a bit distracted..“ Luigi said with a nervous laugh and picked the bandages back up. “distracted by what?“ as Luigi looked up at Mario, he saw such a gentle little smile on the other’s face that it made Luigi smile as well, despite all these conflicting thoughts occupying his mind. “n-nothing“ he said with a chuckle. “just..the usual.“ he shrugged.

he continued his work, taking deep breaths and trying to stop worrying about all this.

which was extremely hard as he felt his brother's eyes on him the whole time.

once he was finally done treating each and every one of Mario's wounds, he smiled proudly and handed his brother his shirt. "okie dokie, all done!" he said with a smile.

"thank you so much, bro!" Mario said happily and put the shirt back on with a bit of a struggle.

he then pulled Luigi into a big hug, leaving the tall plumber with even more conflicting feelings as he looked away ashamedly. "y-you're welcome.." he said. "okay, luigi. what's wrong?" Mario asked, both fists on his hips in a somewhat scolding manner.

"n-nothing!" Luigi insisted, but his brother didn't let him off the hook that easily. "you're acting strange! luigi, I am your brother, if there is something going on with you, you can tell me!"

at that, Mario's stern look got a lot more gentle, almost pleading. which in turn, made Luigi feel a whole lot more guilty than he did already.

"I-I.." he was about to spill the pasta sauce, but he just couldn't talk about it. "I can't tell you this, Mario..I'm sorry.." he looked away. he simply couldn't see that worried and hurt look in his beloved brother's face anymore.

but as much as it pained him to be so secretive to his brother, someone he´s known his whole life and who he knew wouldn´t be upset with luigi even if he did tell him..

..probably..

..maybe..

..hopefully...

no. no no no!

he couldn't tell him about all those things that are on his mind right now. it was too big of a risk!

Luigi swallowed hard in his throat and stood up to leave. "w-well, you need rest, so I better-"

but then, unbeknownst to Luigi, polterpup came jumping through the wall right behind him, accidentally bumping into him and making him stumble, trip and fall. but this time, he would have fallen flat on his face, if it wasn't for the hero of the mushroom kingdom jumping up from the bed to quickly catch him.

so there he was again. in his brother's arms once more. this time he was not half naked, granted, but luigi's face was flushing up nonetheless.

"are you okay, little brother?" Mario asked, a bright smile on his face as he held his brother in his arms as if he was lighter than a feather. Luigi found himself entranced and couldn't help but be amazed by Mario's strengh. after all, Luigi had just finished patching up his wounds and here he was lifting him up like it's nothing.

Guess a true hero never rests, huh?

that thought made Luigi smile. it made all so much sense now..

thinking back, Luigi would always make sure to stay as close to his broter as possible. because he felt safe by his side, more confident and as if he could take on the whole world with his brother.

he admired him..

he loved him..

..maybe..more than he initially thought..

Mario may have over time become the hero of the mushroom kingdom, but to Luigi, he was always a hero..his hero..

and in his dazed and awestruck state of mind, Luigi did something truly outrageous.

he grabbed Mario by the collar of his shirt and went for a kiss right on his brother's lips. it lasted quite a while actually, before Luigi's mind caught up with what on earth he was doing that is.

the realisation came like a speeding bullet bill and his entire body jerked in shock, making him slip out of Mario's arms.

interestingly enough, that seemed to concern Mario much more than what happened prior.

"Luigi!!" he called out and helped him back to his feet. "are you hurt? I didn't mean to let you fall!"

"ma-ma-ma-mario!! I-I can explain!!" Luigi cried immediately, already backing away as there was nothing he would rather do in this moment than to flee.

"I was just-!! I wasnt trying to-!!"

"Luigi!"

"it won't ever, ever happen again, mario! I'm so so sorry!!"

"Luigi!!"

"I can't believe I did that!! you must be furious!! you must hate me!! you-"

but luigi got cut off by a rather soft pair of lips pressing against his and he could feel all of his anxious thoughts melt away as he was pulled into a hug on top of that.

it felt so warm and comforting..

as it ended, there was only one question left on Luigi's mind.

"does..does that mean..you..?"

his face got red and he was glad that he didn't need to finish that question, as Mario was already nodding.

"y-you.." Luigi gulped as he could feel himself nearly tearing up. "you're the best~" he said happily.

Mario nuzzled his cheek, chuckling. "you're the best~" he said.

#super mario #super mario bros #the super mario bros #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #mariocest #mario x luigi #fanfic #fanfiction #anti anti #pro shipping #anti anti shipping

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justalitlecreacher · 4 years

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I’m here to prove that Andrew Garfield’s portrayal of Spider-man/peter parker in The Amazing Spider-Man is objectively the best love action adaptation of the character. In this essay I will....(yes this is really happening)

Edit: 10/20/20- i want to indulge myself in spiderman content but finding non mcu spiderman content is exhausting so imma update this instead

TL;DR

Andrew Garfield is my favorite of the 3 Spider-Man actors. TAS’s Peter is more fun and dynamic than the cookie cutter “shy introverted nerd that has a crush on a girl who’s way out of his league” Peter in Tobey Maguire’s movies. I enjoy Tom Holland’s portrayal of the character, but hate the way Disney has written the movies. I enjoy the characters, plot, and humor of The Amazing Spider-Man far more than the other 2, and i deeply wish we had gotten the third movie with the canon BIder-Man of Andrew’s (and my) dreams.

[DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT SEEN THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN 2 OR ANY MCU SPIDERMAN MOVIES OUTSIDE OF CLIPS AND REVIEWS ITS ALSO BEEN A VERY HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE SEEN A TOBEY MAGUIRE MOVIE]

Characterization

Most arguments against Andrew Garfield’s Spidey( AG’s from now on) begin and ends with “he was a good Spider-Man but a bad Peter Parker”. This references an outdated post comparing all three Spidey actors.(Id attach the image here but i dont want the post to be too long(thats a lie this is so long what am i doing with my life)) The post also claims that Tobey played a good Peter and a poor Spidey; and that Tom is good at both “roles”.(Honestly I think it seems silly that this seems obey the “third time’s the charm” rule but thats just me). Most people using this seem to be Tobey stans who have forgotten or ignored the rest of the post funnily enough, but the ones that go further into the WHY AG is a poor Peter are also incorrect. This argument also ignores the idea that there can be more than one version of Peter Parker which is blatantly incorrect. Just look at Into the Spiderverse or the PS4 game; these provide 4(5 if you count the pig) versions of Peter themselves, and that doesnt even include the comics.

Arguments that go further in depth claim that the AS Peter is too cool or well liked by his peer to be a “true” Peter Parker. The evidence for this seems to be that Peter has a skateboard.(which what? didnt realize that having a skateboard would instantly make you cool brb guys). Adding to that i dont really see where people get the idea that Peter is popular or well liked. While looking for complaints i found this qutoe from reddit(theyve since deleted it looks like but i’ll add a link in the notes) “He's angsty, pretty socially awkward, has an aptitude for science, and is kind of an outsider. He gets bullied by Flash and he gets his ass kicked after trying to stand up to Flash. He isn't a "cool" person in any way (until the ending, in which he's best buds with Flash, so I'll give you that). While Maguire is more accurate to the 60s comics where Peter in high school is just a fucking loser with basically no friends, in the ultimate comics, Peter is more of the kid who has a small amount of friends, but isn't popular.”. Honesty i fully agree with this because once again, other versions of a character are allowed to exist. You can dislike one version, but its silly to dislike something for not being exactly like another thing.

Ive also heard that Peter isnt “nerdy enough” in this movie which really doesnt make any sense considering the entire plot happens because Peter was looking into some of his parents’ research. If he wasn't interested in looking further into his father’s work what reason would he have to go to Oscorp where he’s bitten by the spider? Why would he have become Dr. Conner’s assistant? If he wasn’t intelligent how did he develop the web shooters?(something that Tobey!Peter doesn't have to do out of plot convenience might i add).

Another complaint i see is that the quips he uses in the movie(the first one specifically it seems) makes him seem like an asshole. Honestly thats a fair complaint, but i think its a good bit of characterization; espcially if he does get better about it in the second movie like the internet suggests.The Peter in this movie is a rightfully angsty teen; of course he acts a bit of an ass to criminals(also i feel like its important to mention that he’s like that to criminals? its not like hes being a dick for no reason).

Compare this with the Tobey Maguire(TM) movies. Like i said i haven’t seen these in awhile but as far as i’m aware TM’s Peter doesn't really do anything particularly nerdy in the film? I may have forgotten something( ok in the scene before he gets bitten he knows a cool spider fact) but he doesn’t have to invent the web-shooters because they came with his powers and he’s only at Oscorp in the first place because it’s a school field trip that he appears to be taking photos for. This Peter does fit the definition of outcast(friendless and bullied for it), but honestly i just dont like him. He’s weird and something about the character makes me feel like i should be a little grossed out every time he looks at MJ at the beginning of the movie.

I honestly don’t have any complaints for Tom Holland’s(TH’s)Spidey. Tom is a great actor and from what ive seen i enjoy his portrayal of the character.( He made me cry when i character i actively dislike died).

Story

I cant really say much for TAS story. It’s interesting but nothing special really. However, there is one scene that i don’t think i’ve seen anything like since( the closest would probably be the train scene in the original trilogy).

The crane scene. Early in the film Peter saves a boy from a car that has fallen off of a bridge, and at the end of the movie this becomes relevant again when it is uncertain that Peter will be able to get to the lizard to stop him in time.(as Peter is already injured and pretty far from the lizard’s location). The boy’s father is then revealed to be a construction worker who recognizes that Spider-man is going to need help to get to the lizard; he remembers how Spider-Man saved his son and organizes the rest of the construction workers to build a path out of crane arms for SM to swing from. All of them are putting themselves in danger by not evacuating, but SM’s actions in the first act of the film motivate them to do what’s right.

I love this scene primarily because it highlights something that i think is a really important part of Spider-Man’s character; his connection to the people he saves. SM is often shown interacting with and chatting with the people he has saved after the fact. One comic shows Peter accidentally scaring some bullies and then taking the time to ride the bus to school with them to continue their conversation and educate the students on bullying.( There’s definitely more but this is off the top of my head).

Another scene in TAS that i love is shortly before the crane scene when Peter is originally attempting to make his way across the city to stop the lizard, and he is shot down by the police. They manage to unmask him before Peter comes to his senses( he had just been shot and fallen pretty far out of the sky in his defense). From there Peter is able to deal with the police while keeping any of them from getting a good look at his face. The one cop he cant take out happens to be Gwen Stacey’s father who had previously had an argument with Peter about Spider-Man(Peter obviously on SM’s side and Mr. Stacey against SM). Peter turns and allows Captain(?) Stacey to see his face. I believe that this is an example of an unwilling identity reveal done right. i really enjoyed this moment because Peter had just shown that he likely could have gotten out of this encounter with his identity in tact as he had just taken down however many men. This implies that it was an active choice on Peter’s end to trust that Captain Stacey would ultimately do the right thing and allow Peter to go fight the Lizard, rather than a final desperate attempt to get away unscathed. Whether or not this interpretation of the scene is correct or not it still gives the character a bit more agency than some versions have done with their identity reveals.

In Spider-Man 2 Peter starts to lose his powers because he’s having internal conflict about wether or not he should be Spider-Man. Honestly thats kinda neat and i might want to give that a rewatch. As for the one i have seen i don’t have any complaints. I do however prefer the way that Peter was bitten in TAS because it was a result of him poking around where he shouldn’t’ve been rather than him just happening to be standing in the right place for a spider to land on him.

Onto TH’s movies; the way Disney has treated Spidey in the MCU is why TH’s is my least favorite version of the character. I feel like too much of the story revolves around Iron Man; Iron Man made Peter’s suit and equipment, Iron Man introduces Peter to the MCU(via blackmail but thats another rant for another annoyingly long post), its Iron Man that “makes” Spidey in this universe rather than Spidey being self-made. In Homecoming(which remember i havent seen outside of clips so bear with me) most of the conflict is cause directly or indirectly by Tony’s refusal or inabilty to communicate with the teenager he’s meant to be mentoring

For one the entire incident with the ferry could have very easily been avoided had Tony bothered to communicate with Peter enough to tell him that the situation was being taken care of. On top of that at the moive’s climax Peter is shown trying to get in contact with Happy(from what ive picked up isnt he a chauffeur? like idk his deal i just know he’s someone Peter got pawned off onto after Civil War). Peter even goes as far as to somehow hack into Happy’s phone(i think thats what happened it was a weird tech thing that shouldve been a red flag that the call was important though) but instead of listening; Peter is ignored. If this was a different kind of movie Peter literally could have died and itd be the fault of Happy and Tony like..... A large portion of conflict comes from characters being incompetent and not communicating and thats just poor storytelling.

Before this turns too much into an anti mcu rant id also like to say that the way they did Civil War was really dumb considering that Peter defects to Cap’s side in the comics, but whatever.

Also i loathe the way they handled the identity reveal at the end of Far From Home. With MCU movies most people know to expect an end credits scene by now, but typically that scene is not important to understand what’s happening in the films; they just aren’t important. Putting an identity reveal here makes it seem significantly less important than it is. On top of that i dislike their use of J Jonah Jameson for this scene.

JJJ is a character who has been repeatedly shown to have a genuinely good heart. All of his anger comes from a place of love for his city(he even says this hemself in the ps4 game when May writes in to tell him that he needs help). He hates Spider-Man because SM reminds him of the masked man who killed his wife; JJJ has never been able to get past that( and Peter’s antagonism of him definitely doesnt help) However, JJJ has been shown to care for people; he has a son who he often brags about, and one comic shows that JJJ is paying Peter for “amateur” quality photos because he knows that Peter is having a hard time and “just need some help”. JJJ has even learned Peter’s identity before and kept his secret for him(seriously though i cant remember the name of the comic but its defiantly worth the read), and in the original trilogy when Goblin threatens JJJ he claims that he doesn’t know who sends in the photos of Spidey because he does it via email( this is a lie). The MCU will have a very difficult time convincing me that JJJ would ever out a teenager’s identity and put him in danger like that. It goes too far against his character.(this could be hypocritical of me to say considering how i just insisted that multiple versions of a character can exist but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

This is accidentally turning into an MCU rant but id also like to say that i hate the lack of a TH!Spidey origin movie because it gives you no motivaion for Peter becoming SM or explanation of his powers; most people will know these things but if youre unfamiliar with the character its bound to be confusing(and im a sucker for origin movies)

#long post #spiderman #andrew garfield #The Amazing Spider Man #mcu crit #j jonah jameson #can you tell i care a lot?#cause i do #rant #ramble #this was not proofred #like at all #see theres a typo in that tag!#i would apologize but im not sorry

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 97

[Date: 19/03, 05:26 AM GMT - 19/03, 06:01 AM GMT]

[CW: Gun mention]

Little-K1ng: “alright yall, just got home, did maxwell and marcus stop fighting?? i kinda dipped to head to work when they started up...

maxwell? marcus? you guys still up? ....is fetch home yet?”

Maxwell: “Uhhhh....”

Little-K1ng: “oh hi max !!”

Maxwell: “I’m up Marcus is asleep again and fetch got stuck

He said some guys started chasing him and threatened him so he ran and hid in a gas station....”

Little-K1ng: “OH NO

is he okay???

does he need picked up???? is that why he mentioned a gun earlier?????

where is he???????????”

Maxwell: “Yeah we checked he said he’s only got a couple scraps”

Little-K1ng: “oh good okay phew alright

ill catch my breath in a second, as long as hes alright”

Maxwell: “He only said he was at a gas station and the lady there helped him, they’re letting him stay the night...”

Little-K1ng: “letting him stay the night.... okay

good

hes got somewhere warm with food, thats nice”

Maxwell: “Uh...some stuff happened when you left...”

Little-K1ng: “that puts me at ease

oh?

i know you guys were fighting”

Maxwell: “It...might be best to wake up Marcus to help explain...”

Little-K1ng: “oh. okay i can. i can get him up”

Maxwell: “Oh yeah also one thing”

Little-K1ng: “?”

Maxwell: “Before you do it”

Little-K1ng: “yes?”

Maxwell: “Dont...don’t mind the flowers”

Little-K1ng: “th- hhhhhh

hhhuhhh,,,the uh

the flowers

is that

what i think

you mean”

Maxwell: “Yeeeeeah.....”

Little-K1ng: “o-ookay, , ,, ill uh. ill keep calm about it

i wont make a fuss i wont worry him about it

marcus? hey? wake up buddy

Marcus. hey”

Maxwell: “Wake up shithead /lh”

Marcus: “...huh?”

Little-K1ng: “hey wake up, im home”

Marcus: “oh, welcome h..ome”

Little-K1ng: “hey marcus..... morning haha... at uh. the middle of the night

heard theres some stuff you guys wanted to talk about?”

Maxwell: “You doing okay man? You feel asleep not long after....she left”

Marcus: “..wha..?

..oh”

Little-K1ng: “after i left? wow you werent up for long”

Maxwell: “....I’ll get the ice water it’ll wake em up”

Marcus: “no nonono I’m awake”

[Little-K1ng: “after i left? wow you werent up for long”]

Maxwell: “No no...not you”

Little-K1ng: “n..not me?”

Maxwell: “Uh baroness literally walked into the house”

Marcus: “....

..yeah”

Little-K1ng: “shheeeeee WHAt”

Marcus: “ow”

Little-K1ng: “sorry”

Marcus: “Loud noises, just woke up

mona please”

Maxwell: “me and marcus were talking after we made up and she just walked in”

Little-K1ng: “why would she....”

Marcus: “.....to talk to us

About uhh

Taking care of the flowers? Or something”

Maxwell: “yeah cause we cut mine”

Little-K1ng: “ah, to comment on the uh..

yeah those

hm”

Maxwell: “yeah....also she kept calling us viscount and page”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “oh, of course. she sees you as family

and targets”

Maxwell: “I threatened to bite her

and punch her”

Little-K1ng: “oh nice one !!

...dont actually though”

Maxwell: “i didnt...”

Marcus: “..you definitely wanted to”

Little-K1ng: “so uh.... how did that fight sort out between you two? what was it about?”

Maxwell: “but uh marcus started blooming during our argument...before baroness came in and after you left”

Marcus: “........”

Little-K1ng: “if... if you dont mind me asking

oh no”

[Maxwell: “but uh marcus started blooming during our argument...before baroness came in and after you left”]

Little-K1ng: “max, you saw it?”

Marcus: “i-it’s fine Mona”

Little-K1ng: “marcus, are you okay? do you need anything to numb it?”

Marcus: “It doesn’t even hurt”

Little-K1ng: “it-... it doesnt hurt?”

Marcus: “I honestly didn’t know it happened until Max...”

Little-K1ng: “dont lie to me”

Marcus: “I’m not! I wouldn’t!”

Maxwell: “thats the thing, even baroness said it shouldn't hurt”

Little-K1ng: “i really dont want you to lie to me, marcus. i dont know if i could handle that

she said that?”

Maxwell: “or rather it wouldn't hurt if we accepted it....”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “she of all people, ha

if it

oh”

Marcus: “.....”

Little-K1ng: “oh... oh marcus..”

Maxwell: “it would make sense....as to why it hurts me and fetch so much and why...it didnt hurt marcus...”

Marcus: “...I don’t like being sad”

Little-K1ng: “i understand, marcus. i dont begrudge you”

Maxwell: “yeah we....talked and uh cried...a lot, there were many tears”

Marcus: “...thanks Mona”

Little-K1ng: “oh no...... do you feel better?

crying helps

i..... i dont know what to say...

all that.... because she just.... walked in, huh”

Marcus: “We”

Maxwell: “it was before she came in”

Marcus: “We were fighting before she got here”

Maxwell: “after you left

she came in once we stopped crying”

Little-K1ng: “oh i know, i left when it started i just......i didnt think she would just... i... uh.. nevermind”

Marcus: “We made up before she got here”

[Little-K1ng: “oh i know, i left when it started i just......i didnt think she would just... i... uh.. nevermind”]

Marcus: “..huh?

Little-K1ng: “well i just...

i.... i thought about...

i dont know how to put this”

Marcus: “..Mona

Spit it out”

Maxwell: “marcus....”

Marcus: “What?”

Little-K1ng: “i uh..... knew she kind of would........ do something like that?? in... a way?? i suppose i.... i..”

Marcus: “She’s keeping something from us!

You what”

Little-K1ng: “i had... i had a feeling

but i!! look, i...”

Maxwell: “yo calm down marcus!”

Little-K1ng: “i thought she would at least be subtle”

Marcus: “I am calm”

Maxwell: “no you aint”

Marcus: “Mona”

Little-K1ng: “yknow, prowling around in the night going through my sock drawer or something.... not like.... not like that”

Marcus: “You left max vulnerable to her

at night??”

Maxwell: “it's not your fault mona”

Little-K1ng: “look. i!!! i just !!!”

Maxwell: “Marcus”

Marcus: “Did you leave the door unlocked overnight?”

Little-K1ng: “no i...!! i just... i

i didnt want... i”

Maxwell: “if she did it was for fetch!”

Marcus: “he knows how to knock”

[Maxwell: “if she did it was for fetch!”]

Little-K1ng: “hhh... y hhyeah .. ..”

[Marcus: “he knows how to knock”]

Maxwell: “not f we're all asleep

Little-K1ng: “i was.... hhh.. i was worried if he.. if he came home late,, and i didnt hear him,,”

Marcus: “He can knock loudly”

Little-K1ng: “he wouldnt come back

i didnt think ...”

Maxwell: “actually dont think i havent noticed you havent been sleeping at night marcus

everytime i wake up youre awake”

Marcus: “....”

Maxwell: “i go to sleep you're awake

I WAKE UP FROM A NIGHTMARE AND YOU'RE AWAKE”

Little-K1ng: “but.... hes not? hes always asleep when i see him...”

Maxwell: “during the day

you dont sleep at night do you....”

Marcus: “...no, I don’t

Mona

If you thought I was asleep at night

You left the door unlocked knowing that Crown and Baroness were staking us out”

Little-K1ng: “i........

Marcus: “with no one to stop them

...to your knowledge”

Little-K1ng: “i... i didnt think....”

Marcus: “I can see that”

Little-K1ng: “i just thought she would........ do what she was just... already... already doing.....

she was already finding her way in....... snooping through my important stashes...

i really... i rr ea lll y... didnt t hhi nk it wouldd have.e..

been that .... big of a dde a l”

Maxwell: “marcus it isn't her fucking fault”

Marcus: “....no nonono Mona wait no

No nonono please don’t cry

I didn’t

I’m sorry”

Little-K1ng: “i caan nt... i can t beliv e... it wwa ss my f a u lt....”

Maxwell: “....oh no....”

Marcus: “no Mona no”

Little-K1ng: “no no non ono non o no you're right you're right you're right”

Maxwell: “no no no mona hes not”

Marcus: “No I’m wrong Mona I’m wrong

mona please”

Little-K1ng: “it was my fault it was all my fault i ll e f t the ufck ing DOOR UNLOCKED what was i THINKING

I DID IT ON PURPOSE OH MY GOD.....”

Marcus: “-!

Maxwell: “It's not your fault”

Marcus: “mona Im so sorry I didn’t mean it I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

Little-K1ng: “no i did i didnt even give it a second thought i-... i knew she would come in, i could even see her outside watching me leave it unlocked

i just.... didnt care. i forgot to care”

Marcus: “I was just upsetthisiswhyihatenegativeemotionsalltheyeverdoishurtpeople”

Little-K1ng: “i fucking DIDNT CARE im so sorry....

i ,.....”

Marcus: “mona Im sorry”

Little-K1ng: “no... i ..... marcus.... your laurel.. would it have... would it have sprouted if i hadnt...?”

Marcus: “...it would have”

Little-K1ng: “i left you two alone in the middle of a fight.... and did nothing”

Marcus: “It didn’t sprout because of Baroness

Mona im so sorry”

Little-K1ng: “i left you two unguarded all night........ and didnt care

no no dont apologize i did this i did it on my own im just....”

Marcus: “we were guarded Mona it’s okay”

Little-K1ng: “you WERENT”

Marcus: “I stay up all night

....I guess

I guess I’m not the best guard though, all things considered”

Little-K1ng: “i didnt know that!!!! i was FULLY PREPARED to leave you both to THE COURT”

Maxwell: “humans arent supposed to be nocturnal”

Marcus: “Heh”

Little-K1ng: “for fuckin DOGBOY TANTRUM ASS

and....[hic] and.... the worst paart??”

Maxwell: “you were worried about fetch i honestly would have done the same”

Little-K1ng: “i.... im not ss oorry .. i dont ffe el like i dd id anytyhing wr ong”

Marcus: “You didnt do anything wrong

I’m so sorry for implying otherwise”

Little-K1ng: “i DID. dont LIE TO ME MARCUS.

but!!! i just!!!!”

Marcus: “I-”

Little-K1ng: “i would do it again. with no hesitation

Marcus: “.....im not lying....”

Little-K1ng: “i was planning to do it again TONIGHT marcus!!!”

Marcus: “..im sorry”

Maxwell: “look some times people do bad things I've done bad shit”

Marcus: “I promise I’m not lying please im sorry”

[Maxwell: “look some times people do bad things I've done bad shit”]

Little-K1ng: “MAXWELL. WHERE AM I RIGHT NOW

IM HERE. AT HOME. IM NOT CURRENT;LY DRIVING TO THE GAS STATION. TO PICK UP FETCH

THE GUY I LEFT YOU TO DIE FOR”

Maxwell: “he wouldnt want you to”

Marcus: “you didn’t leave us to die”

Maxwell: “we can defend ourselves”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “the way i know you? the way i know the court? you may as well be dead when you're them”

Marcus: “..oh

...I see”

Little-K1ng: “i have until tomorrow with you and i dont even have the honest guarantee that ill be left here to grieve, or forced to join you”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “....whats that face for?”

Marcus: “...I’m sorry that my preferred self isn’t good enough for you”

Maxwell: “god how i wish marigolds could help mental wounds”

Little-K1ng: “..........i........

.....marcus...

wait... i...

what... am i doing?

why am i yelling?

i dont do that

i just... im so used to running away from my problems. why am i so angry?

who am i even angry at?

its not even you. its not even me, i dont really feel bad

im not mad at fetch, im rarely mad at crown

what the fuck”

Marcus: “...”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:marcus #if the crown fits

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Hush

Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

So Zaire stopped dreaming altogether.

She probably shouldn’t have taken the adderall, but it kept her from falling asleep, and at the moment, sleep was dangerous. For one, she was still in the hellhole of a coven house with witches who didn’t care, albeit, James was sweet. The cemetery was still far too close for comfort, and she had nowhere else to go.

Her room was chaos. She’d dreamt too many things to process, and now sat cross-lagged in the center of the room with charcoal drawings surrounding her. Some haunting images of monsters that crept in her mind. The ghosts with no faces but terrible, terrible, oozing, darkness. She’d dreamt the woman’s voice calling out to Roman, who was drawn out as an eerie silhouette, all black but the mouth, which was white, opening unnaturally wide. Then, there was the wolf. Dark, with striking eyes, one of which split with an amber brown and blue. She hadn’t known it was Roman at first, not until Nio had mentioned it. Probably in the many moments he exasperated his annoyance at the wolf while Zaire was going in and out of consciousness.

Instinctively, the blonde went to her collarbone. Thanks to her brother, it had healed pretty well, but there was still one jagged scar. Images flashed before Zaire and she winced, because even when she shut her eyes she still saw them. She rubbed a charcoal covered hand over her forehead, which at this point was also covered in black smudge.

She wanted to sleep. The adderall only working for so long, eventually she had to give in to human instincts, but the fear was paralyzing. Every time she closed her eyes she dreamt of screams.

Reaching into the leather jacket hanging on the chair in her room, Zaire found the card roman had given her, his private number written on the back. She traced it with her thumb, chewing on her bottom lip. She had yet to use it.

She grabbed her phone, punching in the numbers before she second guessed herself, and hit send. She hadn’t really thought about the time, and how it was late; she hadn’t looked that deeply at her phone. She held her breath as it rang.

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One thing about being a lone werewolf on the police force was that he got stuck on night shift…a lot. It gave him a lot of free reign and it also helped him to keep an eye on things that went bump in the night. That being said, it killed his social life. Luckily his social life was all but nonexistent. The only people really in his lives were co-workers, a few people here and there and his sister and her…well whatever Candy was to her. Honestly he preferred working rather than not and took any and all overtime he could.

He was just clocking out and heading home, however, when he’d gotten the call. At first he wasn’t going to answer it, a strange number he had no name connected to. But it was a local number from what he could tell and Roman being Roman meant he’d given his number out to a few people without also getting their number. it could be someone important. Or it could be a telemarketer. That was one thing he hated about this time period, the amount of spam calls.

“Hello?” Roman answered through the car’s Bluetooth, ready to hang up if it was either a prank or a spam call. Since he didn’t hear the typical background noise of kids snickering or office work, however, Roman had a feeling this was something a little more real.

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Two things went through Zaire’s mind in the moment that the phone stopped ringing. One, she’d realized she’d called Roman, and two, He’d answered. Zaire kept holding her breath, not knowing what to say. She just wanted to hear him speak again, but she had to say something in order to get that to happen.

“I havent-” her throat croaked a little, and she’d realized that she hadn’t spoken in awhile, and the only time she got water was for her paints. Clearing her throat she took in a deep breath.

“I haven’t slept in probably thirty-two hours and I’m going a little crazy,” she winced at the last word, and crumpled into herself, holding her phone to her ear but leaning into her legs, using her knees as pillows.

“I live next to a cemetery. How fucking ironic is that?”

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That voice. He knew who it was right away. She sound strained, in pain. Had he not been stopped at a red light he likely would have pressed down on the gas peddle, however luckily his foot simply pressed down on the brakes. She was then able to vocalize a little more, however her shaky voice and her words only made him want to go to her faster. He could feel the wolf wanting to take over too, however he reassured it that it was better if he was able to drive to her than abandoning the car.

“The Coven house? I thought they could help you there?” If it were up to him he’d likely have not let her go home until he knew she was better. It wasn’t his call though. Then again he imagined Chester and Nio were fooled by her tough exterior. Why was she calling him? Wasn’t Chester a better option? Not that he was complaining. He liked being able to hear her voice, to know she was alive and well.

Already he was taking a turn to head towards where he believed the coven house to be. He didn’t know the exact location since he’d never actually visited it, however he knew the general area the coven was in charge of and there were only so many cemeteries in that area.

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She wished his words rang true. She had always wished that the Coven could help her with her constant struggle. In some was it did, they often had protection from everything, and she had learned things from the few friends she had gained, but slowly that group was trickling out.

The Coven’s Mistress had sent a few of the witches to the new Seethe leader, for what reason,Zaire didn’t really know. She’d sent away the only close friend the blonde had in this place, and she had a lot of doubt about his return. Yes, she was taught new things, but this was not a home, and she had no connections. She had no one to spend sleepless nights with, to distract and laugh with.

She refused to bother Nio or Chester anymore. Her whole life Chester had been there to help pick up the pieces of her sanity, and Nio was thrown into the mix when they moved in together. She refused to stomp on her brother’s happiness, and frankly, she didn’t think Nio deserved her baggage either.

What made Roman any different?

“They help….to an extent, but people are weary and I am tired of it,” she closed her eyes, she was tired of the nightmares, but not one thing the coven did could scrub the depths of her mind of the horrors she’s never truly unlocked.

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Roman nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see or hear him. Although he had been raised with a pack of wolves, with people who knew him and his family, he’d never really felt quite at home with them. Sure his mother had been his everything and then eventually Bee, however once his father had found his mate everything was strained. He didn’t have anyone to rely on for help with anything. Perhaps that’s what Zaire was feeling.

“Do you need somewhere to go? Somewhere quieter?” He wasn’t entirely sure his place would be quieter, not with Bee and Candy potentially being there, however maybe it would be quieter than next to a graveyard. The question was less of a question and more of a ‘I’m coming to get you’ sort of comment. Either way, Roman was less than five minutes away at that point, possibly ignoring speed limits. Then again people rarely questioned when a police SUV was going over the speed limit. Plus he had the reflexes of a werewolf and therefore the only thing that would be in danger would be another supernatural creature if they jumped out in front of him. Barely anyone was around this time of night other than wolves and vampires anyways.

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“Somewhere quiet….Yes….” her voice was breathy, thinking about the peace of quietness, quite the opposite from her usual blaring music that was likely to be doing irreversible damage to her eardrums.

She’d set the phone down for a moment, staring at the drawings, she thought maybe she’d show him, but then decided not. Instead she ripped off the pant spattered tank she was wearing and stared at the mess of her room. Finally picking up a baggy sweater, white with thin black stripes. It covered her her like a dress, and slid off a shoulder. She grabbed her backpack, that held her pencils and not blood spattered and lost sketchbook.

“I’ll meet you on the road,” she said after she’d picked up her phone again and started walking out of the house. she hung up, putting her headphones in, and blaring music, as was her ritual when walking on these grounds. She wondered towards the road, where the Coven driveway ended, and the split to the cemetery began. She stared blankly at the foggy grounds, relishing in the music that covered any noises, but staring at the ghostly forms who watched her. Yearning for her to come to them, and if she hadn’t been so prepared, she’d step right into that trap.

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Roman nodded, this time with an ‘okay’ to go along with the nod. She could hear that. There was no need for a ‘goodbye’ because they were going to see eachother in just a moment. Stopped by a red light, Roman tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel, impatiently, before pulling away as soon as it turned green. He pulled onto the street a moment after she’d gotten to the end of the driveway, staring at the graveyard.

Of course Roman couldn’t see what she did, though he imagined she must be seeing or at the very least sensing something. He wondered if she’d just guessed he was already close by or if she’d been willing to wait outside however long it took. He’d never said anything one way or another. Maybe it was a witchy thing. Either way, the SUV pulled up next to the petite blonde and Roman put the window down with the button so she could see it was him inside and not some creep. Then again the SUV had the big ol POLICE sign stretched across it, though at least Roman wasn’t still in his Blues.

“Hey pretty lady, need a ride?” He tried his best creepy van owner impression, a grin spread across his face. Okay he was lame and terrible at jokes. She was probably judging him. Why had he done that again? Then again did she even hear with the earbuds in?

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Zaire stared at the graveyard for some time, but as soon as headlights flashed into view, they faded into the fog, as if they were the fog all along. Blinking, she turned her head towards the vehicle. Roman had rolled down his window, and seemed to say something. Zaire was no expert on lip reading, so it looked a little something like; ‘Hey Betty Shady Need a Fry?’. She raised a brow and squinted her eyes, a confused smile on her lips.

“I don’t think you said what I think you said, but now I want fries?” she teased lightly as she removed her earbuds. She took a deep breath, because for the first time in days, she felt good. Her heart raced with happiness, and she didn’t even think to hide it. She wanted to lean in and kiss Roman’s stubbly cheek, but instead went to the passenger door and opened it. Despite the clean smell, the car had a faint roman smell to it, whatever that was exactly, Zaire couldn’t place it.

“Thank you.” She wanted to lean over and hug Roman, to feel his warmth, to be held by him. she wanted to soak in it all. He made her feel a sense of comfort and happiness. and she knew she shouldn’t, knew it got no where. She wanted him to kiss her. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and she looked away, towards the window.

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Maybe it was better that she didn’t hear his poor attempt at a joke. He forgot sometimes that regular people didn’t have heightened hearing. Even when he had earbuds in his ears he could still hear everything around him with clarity. Then again he also wasn’t one to play music too loud because it was bad for your eardrums.

“We can get fries. Maybe give the local McDonalds kids a scare…” More often than not he got a nervous kid at the window once they saw the blues. There weren’t enough drug tests at McDonalds so very often they either had something in their pocket or in their system. Either way he could smell it, he was far better than any drug sniffing dog.

Pulling away from the coven house, Roman looked towards the foggy graveyard and wondered if the other was okay. She seemed like she was in a better mood now that she was driving away versus when they’d been on the phone. Roman was able to read most emotions but he was still forever clueless when it came to romance.

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Zaire grinned at his joke, because she knew some of those kids and they would definitely freak. She fiddled with the leather bands on her wrist and gave a long sigh, “I forgot you’re a cop…I suppose I should dump the weed in my bag,”she made an effort to sound both serious and not at the same moment, a vague smile on her lips.

They drove for awhile, and the farther from the coven house, the better she started to feel. Roman gave off an energy she liked, it wasn’t scary or intimidating. She felt safe in his presence.

“Do you know Nio from work? With him being an EMT and all?” she decided to make small talk, but wasn’t entirety sure if that was a small topic or a big one. Honestly, she just wanted to hear him talk.

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Roman could smell the weed on the witch, as well as other various things. While he was a cop he was also a person and he was off duty. Plus, while the smell lingered he wasnt entirely sure she had it on her physically at the moment. No harm no foul. Plus he understood the importance of medicated marijuana. He didn’t like drugs but as long as she wasnt hurting herself or others, Roman was willing to turn the other cheek for now.

“Yeah…he’s a good guy. He used to live with your brother, right? Before he moved in with the vamp?” Roman wasnt good with pronouns, he also didnt know what Zee knew and what she didnt know about a lot of people in her life. Seeing as she was a witch he assumed she knew everything and could speak openly. The only reason he knew all that much was because of various encounters and the change in people’s scents. Nio smelled less like a witch and more like a human as time went by.

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Zaire smiled some, Moving to chew on one of her nails, the taste of acrylic paint coating her tongue and she seemed to have missed parts of her finger. It felt so natural to talk with Roman. She’d let it slight with the whole pronoun mess up at first.

“They. Just so you know…I mean no pressure because they are pretty chill with people getting used to pronouns…but still,” she shrugged and removed her nail from her mouth and shifted so she was more comfortable on the seat. she shuddered at the thought of Damian….nothing against him, but she was a bit pissed that she let herself be alone with a vampire…no matter how nice he was.

“I think he can be a prick sometimes,” the witch teased, referring to Nio, but that was just their constant pranks and need to be an asshole to each other. Like normal siblings did.

“I was adopted into a family and met Chester….They kind of saved my life….I’m pretty fucked in the head.” she smiled to herself, but the words rang true to her, no teasing or jokes in them.

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Roman made a mental note and even corrected himself on the other’s pronouns. “They.” He was kind of old school and didn’t understand it but he respected the witch enough that he would make an active effort to use proper pronouns for them.

Laughing when Zee said Nio could be a prick, Roman nodded his head, turning onto the highway that would take them to McDonalds. “Yeah I suppose you’re not wrong” Nio was another person Roman greatly respected and cared for. He was like a member of a pack that hadnt quite been formed yet, almost like a sibling by choice…like adoption. Really thats what a pack was like, right?

He wanted to ask what happened, wanted to know more about the woman half curled up in his passenger seat. Very few got to sit there instead of the back where bars separated them. Roman didnt want to offend her by asking what had happened so instead he offered his own glimpse into his life. Sharing was caring, right?

“My little sister and I lost our family when she was young. I’m glad i was there for her or…well i dont know where she would be.” Lone wolves didnt make it long on their own, especiallu not pups who were being tracked down. She could handle herself now but she would have been lost either mentally or physically by now had she been alone. Wolves were very pack oriented and tended to go crazy not being around others. Roman and Bee were lucky to have eachother.

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He had a sister, the thought comforted her for some reason. Perhaps it was why he had a way of calming her so well, or maybe it was something else. Zaire mentally shrugged at the thought, but was grateful for the information. She traced her finger against the window.

“Before I was adopted, I was locked in an institution because I saw things that weren’t there….Ghosts and such…but humans don’t think like that,”she paused, looking out for the stars outside, but the trees were blocking them from view.

“I guess I was a survivor of a tragedy….people thought I was just crazy and tried fixing me. Now I don’t sleep well, and the ghosts aren’t friendly kids trying to play anymore.”

She didn’t care that she was telling him all her secrets, it felt so natural to open up to him like this. In any case, he deserved to know about her, since he so kindly dropped what he was doing to help keep her mind calm.

She wanted to tell him that she suspected she saw his mother the night they met, but she bit it back, and instead looked out the window some more.

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“Humans destroy anything they fear or dont understand” Roman said with a small frown, looking towards Zaire briefly. He’d seen it too often thoughout the years. It truly was tragic and yet despite everything he did everything he could to protect them, regardless of species.

“Mine were hunters, humans. What about you?” He appreciated her sharing and he hoped the question wouldnt cause her to shut down. He enjoyed being able to talk to her, being able to learn everything he could and share anything in return. Roman took another turn and drove straight for a while. The next turn would be the McDonald’s and they’d be able to get food, he sure hoped the ice cream machine wasnt down.

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He wasn’t wrong at all about humans, they screwed up everything about her, but at the same time, maybe she had been gone long before that. The images that flashed in her nightmares flashed through her head again. Most of it was blood, and gore. She shivered at the thought.

“Vampires I think. I was little….I only have nightmares….but I was found sitting in dried blood in a mansion my mother and aunts owned…a coven I think…. the bodies around me were drained,” her voice was hollow, and she looked towards the road, her mind going towards the memories that were really just nightmares. She closed her eyes and shivered again.

“I haven’t slept since that night. Only when I was with you,” she admitted softly before they pulled into the drive thru.

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Vampires. Damian wasnt bad as far as a blood sucker went but for the most part Roman had some reservations about vampires. Too many were far too cold blooded and didnt have a drop of humanity left. They would bleed a whole coven dry if they didnt have the right defenses in place.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m glad i could help, though you were probably just exhausted from the attack.” He couldnt see how HE had helped her sleep. He knew wolves took comfort around an alpha type and people felt comfortable around him because he was an officer but he rarely found both. Surely it had to do with whatever Chester had made to help.

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Zaire raised a brow slightly, smiling a little at his denial, it was only slightly cute. But she shook her head and looked towards him. “Why do you think I called you?”

She didn’t care about food, or anything else. She’d missed Roman, and wanted to be around him. she missed the way he warmed her both physically and emotionally. She wanted to be around him.

“You said to call if I needed you…and I did. Not for anything other than you,” she shrugged as if admitting it was nothing, but the thrum in her heart sped up with the confession. whatever it was she had just confessed to him, she just hoped he took it to heart and understood just how sincere she was being.

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As a werewolf he could tell when someone was lying. It came in handy as a police officer. As Zaire confessed that she had called him for him, because she needed him, Roman turned to look at her. He could hear her heart beat a little faster and he couldnt help the smile that appeared on his face. The car ahead of them in the drive thru pulled up and it was his turn to pull up and order.

“Come back to my place? Maybe it’ll help?” He didnt pull up right away, however when there was a honk behind them Roman turned to look at the person who seemed to be having a hissy fit at him having not pulled up. So, taking his foot off the break, Roman pulled up and put the window down.

Ordering some food, Roman also relayed whatever order Zaire said she wanted and once they were given the total he pulled forward just enough that it would inconvenience the guy behind him. If they hit the cop car it would most definitely result in a ticket even though he was off duty. He didnt want the distraction of the asshole that couldnt see the vehicle was clearly an officer’s.

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She smiled now, a little wider than she had in awhile when Roman offered his place. She nodded in response, too happy to speak, but she wouldn’t let it show. too much. She didn’t want him to see her as too eager.

She asked for a medium fry, honey mustard, and an apple juice. She’d given up a lot of the food here, because most of it made her feel sick. Fries were slightly more safe, and the apple juice soothed her stomach if she felt nauseous.

They drove up and waited, Zaire watched the car behind her and tensed. It wasn’t like she knew them, it was just that aggressive drivers made her nervous. In all honesty, she’d been terrified of driving ever since she’d gotten in a bad wreck before moving here.

As they drove off, Zaire relaxed, holding the food, because that’s what the passenger did. She laid her head back and allowed for silence to engulf them as they drove. She didn;t need to fill the space with noise when Roman was around. Her chest felt heavy though, because she hadn;t been completely honest with Roman.

“I tried to find out who I saw when we first met. I did something a little stupid…” She'dalmost gotten her soul ripped out of her body is what she’d done, and it didn’t help her attempts tosleep. She was still so terrified of losing her body everytime she shut her eyes.

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On his best days, Roman wasnt a man of many words. A wolf used body language more than words. He wasnt a dog that barked all day for the enjoyment of others, he howled long distances to connect to loved ones and growled to warn off threats. Today it seemed the silent howl had brought Zaire to him and he couldnt help but take in her scent, though he had noticed the anxiett bubbling off of her and tried not to instigate the driver behind them.

When she spoke again, Roman turned to look at her with a small hum, urging her to continue. He remembered there had been someone, someone he was close to that had died. He imagined it had to be someone in the pack based on what she had told him but she had also not wanted to dig further. Was she trying to now? Was it safe now?

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“I projected myself into the spirit plane. Granted if my brother found out they’d kill me so that my soul would have a fighting chance. You get stuck there, your body dies, and your soul is stuck in limbo,” Zaire cleared her throat, looking out the window. Her stomach churned, but she ignored it.

“Anyways. I couldn’t find out enough because I’d taken some of your wolf hair and it didn’t work the same. Sorry about that.” She smiled in an ironic way because it wasn’t actually funny, but the whole thing was a bit ridiculous. She picked at a stray string on her sweater and sighed.

“I want to try again. If you’d let me. Though not now, and probably with more witches….but that’s up to you.” ,She spoke nonchalantly about it all, despite the fact that it all terrified her. Her desire to figure this out, and to help Roman, outweighed the terror for the moment.

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Roman was….nervous….when it came to witches. The wolf didnt trust the magic, didnt like the way they could control their kind. Roman had seen what a familiar bond could do to a wolf….to a pack. He wasnt sure how it happened but he was pretty sure a bunch of witches could figure out how to take him out quite easily. He didnt want to be their puppet. He had no pack to draw power from and really was like a sitting duck if they wanted to pluck him up.

“I uh…yeah maybe some time” He felt nervous giving her even that much. But Zaire wasnt like other witches. They seemed to have enough in common and he could tell she was being genuine. That didnt mean the witches in her coven were genuine. She had power to pull from whereas he didnt. It was dangerous and the wolf wasnt fond of the imbalance of power.

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She wasn’t like a wolf in the way of smelling lies or emotions. She couldn’t hear Roman’s heartbeat, or anything fancy like that. She was just really good at reading people and their nervous energies. She could tell he didn’t seem all…eager. Perhaps it was fear of knowing who it was, or getting answers. Unlike some, she wasn’t a mind reader. Even the mind readers couldn’t read all thoughts.

Silence filled the car again, but still calm and peaceful. Zaire took a fry from the bag and stuck it in her mouth, pleased that it was a fresh one. She did like them a little soggy, but preferably hot and limp.

“I’d give you a fry, but that’s probably distracted driving,” she mused, taking one of the floppier ones and nibbling on it slowly, her whole body turned towards the wolf. She’d forgotten entirely about her seat belt as well.

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Roman contemplated her offer and her thoughts on the subject. He didn’t particularly count it as distracted driving as long as he wasn’t taking his eyes off the road for long or his hands off the wheel. Granted his reflexes were fast enough that nothing should come from becoming distracted for a moment. So, leaning towards Zaire, Roman peeled his eyes away from the road for a moment to raise an eyebrow at her.

“Do you not have faith in my driving? I’ve been driving longer than you’ve been alive little girl.” He grinned wolfishly with that and reached a hand towards her, palm up, asking for a fry. Granted she didn’t have to give him one and there was a part of him that wanted her to feed him a fry but he most definitely wasn’t going to make her do that either.

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A smirk spread on Zaire’s face as she eyed Roman back, her brow twitching upward. Her exhaustion and anxiety was faded to a sense of playfulness. She bit her tongue, poking it out some at the wolf.

“I suppose you’ve had so so so so so so so sooo many years of practice,” she tilted her head at him, teasing him with a smile. That’s what he got for calling her little girl. She grabbed a fry, moving to place it in his hand, but quickly aiming for her mouth, testing his reflexes.

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He couldnt help but playfully scoff at her trying to call him old. He wasnt particularly sensitive about his age, some his age were but most by this point had gotten over it. Its not the age that gets you but rather seeing those around you growing old without you.

When she moved to put the fry on his hand, his eyes were trained on the road. As she snatched it away before it was let go of onto his hand though, Roman looked away and watched as she moved to put it into her mouth. So that’s what theh were doing? Roman didnt mind playing the little game with her. Tsking some, Roman allowed her once to get away with it, however as he grinned at that cheeky smile of hers, he beckoned her with a small wave of his fingers.

“Come on now, I even beat my sister at that hand slapping game. You know the one?” Surely she wasnt too young to know the game he spoke of, especially if she was trying to see if he was ‘too slow’ to catch the fry. If she tried it again he’d surely try for that fry and likely win considering his reflexes were far faster than a human’s, even if she was a witch.

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There was something incredibly distracting about this side of Roman. Though she didn’t know the man in depth, it was exhilarating to see him grin, or beckon at her playfully. It was nice to see him outside of work mode, where they both could feel ease and carefree.

“I’m not *twelve* I grew up before all this technology,” she responded, almost offended by his question, but the grin was spread wide across her face. She didn’t care really, she was young in comparison to a lot of people.

“Though I will say I was a bit of a trouble maker.” Her records were sealed, being that it was all juvenile and not terribly awful crimes. Mainly vandalism and trespassing.

She grabbed a fry, tempting him again, but knowing full well he’d catch it. She wanted to know if she’d feel a spark when their hands touched, if they did. Maybe he’d just grab the fry.

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He was ready this time. If she wanted to test him he was ready to perform. Roman rarely felt the need to perform, rarely cared about what other people thought. His wolf wanted to be the top of the food chain, the best of the best and he had taken many steps (consciously and subconsciously) to doing that. That being said, Roman rarely had to prove he was the best and when he did things tended to get bloody.

This was all an innocent game though. So, when she offered another fry, Roman let her test the waters for a second before quickly reaching for her hand, not necessarily the fry. If he reached for the fry she could easily drop it and it was too much work to essentially recalibrate after that. It was doable but not while he was driving.

Going for the hand though was the safest bet because honestly there was only so far it could move.

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One thing a pickpocket had was nibble fingers, so while roman had grasped her hand, and she felt a wave rush through her body. The spark she wanted was there, but it didn’t distract her from this need top play the game, whatever game it was. She let him have her hand, but moved her body now. He hadn’t done anything just yet, so she moved forward, and grabbed the fry with her mouth, chin brushing against his hand. she then, twisted hers in his grasp, holding his in hers.

She clicked her tongue playfully, her body still hovering towards his.

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He could kiss her right there. Her lips were so close, lips that a part of him wanted to steal, to nibble on, to claim as his. The opportunity was there. Granted he was driving, shouldn’t be doing any smooching but the road they were on was relatively empty at this point, no cars close by and therefore no room for enough error to be a danger. Roman could have stolen those lips the way the witch was quickly stealing his heart.

Dual colored eyes went from the woman’s lips though as instead he looked down at the hand that was in his. She’d twisted her hand in his so she was holding his. Grinning, Roman reached down to bite at the knuckle of her index finger before rolling his eye and turning away, turning back towards the road.

It was then that he saw the truck. Apparently it hadn’t been paying attention to the lone SUV or maybe the driver thought they could pull across the road before Roman’s vehicle could get to him. No matter how fast Roman’s reaction time was, there was no way he could completely avoid the truck. So, turning the wheel so the least amount of damage would happen, Roman moved to wrap arms around the witch next to him, to shield her from the glass that was soon shattered and flying through the SUV as it spun, the tanker truck threatening to flip the SUV that was warping out of shape. The sound of metal crunching was deafening to the wolf but all he cared about was pulling Zaire into his arms and shielding her from any and all injuries he could.

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There was a flush in the witch’s pale cheeks, her face brightened by it. Her eyes had a twinkle in them that did not exist in previous moments, and her heart fluttered. She’d tried so many times to find someone who would play her games, who would make her smile and laugh without really trying.

She was probably setting herself up for heartbreak, but old habits died hard, and currently roman was a habit she couldn’t quit. It was probably a red flag that danger met them at every corner. Nonetheless, Zaire stared at the wolf, her lips parting as his teeth nipped at her knuckle, causing a chill down her spine.

She’d had her palm read years ago, curious to see if the person was a witch like her or a flake. The palms of her hands had been scarred from childhood nightmares. The woman had paused on her love line, brows furrowed.. She had told the witch that her love line was cursed in a way, riddled with pain. Thus far, the woman hadn’t been wrong.

Zaire’s eyes stared at Roman, her mind leaving itelf as if she were astral projecting, but more like disassociating. She stared, eyes blank like a deer looking at headlights, and allowed Roman to hold her, She felt the sting on her exposed skin that the wolf could not hide. Nothing major, though in the moment, Zaire could only focus on the blaring sound that filled the air, and Roman’s warmth.

She didn’t realize how tight she was holding on to him.

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The SUV spun and spun, metal crunching down until it bit into his skin. A growl escaped from Roman as he did what he could to save the witch in his arms. Despite his better judgement, despite everything he’d been warned against, despite every fiber in his being that didn’t want to be seen as the monster that he was, above everything else, Roman wanted to save the woman in his arms. He didn’t care about himself, he put himself in harm’s way every day. Zaire, however, had entrusted him with her life the second she stepped into his life. He couldn’t allow her to be crushed beneath the metal that was ripping into his skin and drawing blood.

So, despite everything, Roman used his inhuman strength and speed to get Zaire out of the vehicle. He wasn’t really sure how he did it, instinct took over and everything happened in a blink of an eye. One moment the metal was crunching around them and the next they were out of the vehicle and on the concrete. Glass and metal shards were all over the ground as the SUV flipped over and over now. He wasn’t sure which way was up or down but they were out of the vehicle now, Zaire still in his arms as she lay ontop of him. He’d twisted mid air somehow so she wouldn’t be harmed by the debris on the ground nor the road rash that came from being discharged from the vehicle.

Despite all of his efforts to keep her safe, to keep her unharmed, Roman could still smell blood that wasn’t his own. The owner of the truck was likely harmed a little but no, the smell that met his nose was sweet, familiar. Roman was injured, enough that a normal person wouldn’t have been able to walk away from. Roman, however, was most definitely not a normal person. Once he saw that Zaire’s injuries weren’t life threatening, the anger took over him. She’d been hurt. He blamed himself for not having paid better attention but more than anything he was angry at the man behind the wheel of the tanker.

A growl escaped from Roman, eyes glowing a sharp blue and honey brown, much lighter and brighter than his actual colors. The sound of bones popping could be heard as he rolled away from Zaire, pain coursing through his body in another way as his body tried to realign to the wolf as the anger boiled over. The wolf wanted revenge wanted the driver of the truck to feel the pain Zaire could have felt had Roman been a simple human. The wolf wanted blood.

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Time had blurred everything together, it did not seem as slowmotion as people descibed in stories of showed in films. It was fast, and quick, and Zaire could feel the ache in her body from all the tumbling, but the air felt quiet save for the heavy breathing and squealing of tires. The witch found herself staring at Roman in concern, because he’d been taking so much damage in comparison to her. she felt a rush of guilt, had she not been teasing him, he would have been able to notice the truck.

The witch wanted to speak, but then she saw the flash in roman’s eyes, her body feeling nothing but the brisk fall air, and thrum of her heart beating in her chest. She’d seen a wolf flash in the eyes of a man before. Seen it between old friends, or Nio. She saw it now, in Roman, and she felt her adrenaline picking up. She no longer felt the daze of dissociating.

He rolled away from her, his body making sounds that would likely make any normal person nauseous. Zaire hadn;t seen someone change, but she heard of what it was like. Her face twisted with remorse, and then with the deafness of the air, it changed to fear. Not of the man writhing in front of her, but for the man who’d had the unlucky fate of hitting them.

Against her better judgement, Zaire moved towards Roman, trying to hold his head in her hands so he could see his eyes. She knew things because she read, not because she herself experienced them.

“Roman….Roman listen to me…..Listen to me. It’s okay. We are okay,” she purred to him, her voice gentle. She wrapped her arms around Roman, holding on despite the fact that he was in the process of changing.

“Breathe…please breath? I want you to hold me. I need to you right now to hold onto me. think about me, not about what happened. think about me. I’m okay….I just want you to hold me.”

She really hoped the driver was knocked out. There were only so many spells she could think of to fix the situation if a mortal witnessed something like a wolf change.

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Every molecule in his body was on fire. It was like when you have an infection from a cut and your body is trying to burn it out, only it was everywhere. His bones and joins were breaking, realigning, trying to take on a new form. It was one he knew too well, and yet it hurt like it was the first time every time.

When Zaire stood in front of him, all Roman could see was red. Her voice could have normally calmed him down, normally could have stopped him, however as he saw blood on her face from where a piece of glass had cut her, all he could see was the injury, all he could think of was how he’d hurt her, how the driver had hurt her. Another pop and he let out the first groan of pain and he tried to step back. Roman didn’t want to hurt her. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt her.

And then she moved towards him, wrapped her arms around him. He couldn’t shift like that but he also couldn’t stop the shift. Pained arms wrapped around her as his hands popped and twisted, trying to change into clawed paws. He tried to think about her, think about her voice, think about the way that she smelled. He took in a deep breath and all he could smell was her sweet blood, the smell of smoke, the smell of burnt metal and rubber. The smell of the driver’s blood. Biting down on his own lip, Roman tried to stop, tried hard to reverse the transformation. He knew this area, knew there were likely cameras. He’d expose them, expose his kind. The camera footage would be pulled to see what happened, maybe people were even watching now and sending for help. He couldn’t shift, couldn’t let the wolf get his way.

So he fought it. Deep breaths, growls, her scent. Roman focused on her smell, not the smoke of the vehicles but the lingering scent of cigarettes, of incense, the smell of her body soap. Before Roman would have said it was impossible to stop a shift once in progress, however the more he thought of her, of the fact that she was breathing, the fact that she was there in his arms, the less there was pain, the less pops that could be heard before finally there was nothing but the sound of sirens in the distance, the sound of the driver coughing in pain in the cab of the truck. He could hear her pulse racing and he wrapped his arms tighter around Zaire as he buried his face in her hair, in the crook of her neck.

“I’m so sorry.” He was barely able to growl out the words, the wolf still strong in the front of his mind but it was Roman that was apologizing. Not only for the fact that he almost shifted, almost exposed them to everyone, but for the pain he’d put her through and for putting her through having to stop him.

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She could feel the twisting of his muscles, the way they cracked, it vibrated through her body, and she made every effort not to cringe. She could only imagine the pain it was to shift, and even try to stop it. She kept her eyes on his, staring into them, her fingers brushing through his hair as they struggled in a tangled mess. Her voice echoing like a little chant, telling him it was okay, that everything was fine. At first she didn’t think it would work, but eventually it seemed to have passed. Her body pressed into Roman’s Zaire held tight, her face finding rest on his neck.

“You better be….I was looking forward to those nuggets,” Her words came out with choked laughter. A mix of many emotions, but truly just trying to make light of a shitty situation. She pulled away, taking roman’s face in her hands and examining him with a smile and slightly watery eyes. She felt a little hysterical in the moment, but she choked out a laugh.

She touched his cheek with her thumb, tracing over the gruff, then ran her fingers through his hair, examining him. She was in awe with him.

“Next time I’ll just let you drive, okay?” She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes, controlling her emotions was difficult when all she wanted to do was wrap herself in Roman and forget about the world for a bit. She didn’t want to go back to reality, she didn’t want to answer questions, or figure out the mess that was what just happened. Roman was the one with the legal smarts and the ins of the police world.

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Roman was desperate to look into those hazel eyes, desperate to focus on the feel of the blonde’s skin beneath his fingers. Desperate to ground himself, to forget about the situation, to exist solely in the bubble. Just for a couple minutes. Just long enough for his wolf to calm down. There was something calming about Zaire, and yet she was so chaotic, he couldn’t understand it. When he was with her though, he wanted to be more than he was, wanted to be everything he could be…for her.

The fact that she was able to joke, that she was still there, that she was talking about ‘next time’ made Roman hopeful. Hopeful that she wasn’t scared away, that she wasn’t going to run away from the big bad wolf the second he turned his back. Roman allowed himself the moment, allowed himself to crack a smile at her joke and allowed himself to lean in, cupping her face, and claim those lips of her’s. It wasn’t the time nor place, however he was just so thankful she was okay, so thankful that despite everything she was able to calm HIM down. He wanted to do more than kiss her in that moment, however the siren sounds were getting louder and he had to collect himself and check on the driver, especially now that he wasn’t wanting to rip his throat out.

After allowing himself that moment, the moment to kiss her, the moment to taste her, to take in her scent and to allow himself to feel something for someone for the first time in a while, Roman pulled away. He had to. The wolf fought him though, the wolf wanted to pick her up and run away, wanted to find somewhere quiet and away from everything and everyone and wanted to do more than kiss. Both man and wolf wanted that, however Roman knew he needed to do more…knew he had obligations as a police officer as well as a person who was in a near fatal car accident.

“I…can you stay here?” Taking off his jacket, Roman draped it over her shoulders. He wanted to kiss her again, wanted to make sure she was okay, wanted to take her away but he turned around, eyes still trained on her petite form, and headed towards the truck. He could hear movement in there, the man was alive but it sounded like he was hurt as well. Blood was streaming down Roman’s face, there were cuts all over his clothing, however thanks to his wolfy healing most of the injuries were nearly healed. It was always hard to explain that, he was hoping an ally was part of the EMT team, though there weren’t many others like Nio and he couldn’t always rely on Nio to be there to help him cover up.

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For a moment she worried that her jokes would fall on the ground, that they wouldn’t help the situation. Her heart fluttered in panic, but then he smiled and the beat changed. Few seconds before she felt herself melting into him. Their lips connecting as if it were the last of a puzzle. She melted into him, her body against his, cheek absorbing the heat of his palm. She finally got to taste his lips, his scruff prickling her chin in a nice way. Her lips followed after his hungrily as he pulled away, snapping defiantly towards them. Her gaze was drunk, mouth agape. There was an emptiness there, her fingers moving to trace where Roman’s lips left an invisible mark. She smiled dazed and nodded, too drunk with joy to think.

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Nio was so close to heading towards the locker room when his radio went off. Now the wolf was a workaholic, but there came a time where he allowed himself to let other ambulances go, especially if it was more urgent. He stared at his bus, then glanced at his pocket radio. He would have turned it off until he realized what channel had gone off. There were times when the station couldn’t have just anyone going out. Sometimes there was a need for what the medic called the super station. Cheesy and silly but accurate nonetheless. He grimaced in annoyance knowing full well the only other supernatural team wasn’t in yet.

His eyes met the witch who’d recently joined, a transfer from somewhere else in the line of non mortals. The guy was good with reality, warping it. Tanner was the sole reason people thought these rouge wolves were bears. He was holding a company issued tablet, reviewing footage. Usually the cops dealt with footage, but it was good to get an idea.

“Looks like we aren’t getting sleep yet,” he hummed, getting into the Ambulance and allowing for Nio to drive whilst he came up with whatever spin they had to make for this.

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He could smell burnt rubber the second they saw the other lights. To his surprise, he saw Roman in the midst of it all, and he wasn’t working for once

#romzee #roman #zaire #zee #story so far

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finding out peter is spiderman

read part one here

a/n: omg guys. i got so much feedback from you all on part one so i decided to make a part 2. and yeahh i really hope you guys enjoy. if you do lmk and i’ll do a part 3 (:

(i also apologize if the read more doesnt work )))): )

warnings: fluff, a smidge on angst

pt 2. peter parker x stark!reader

• figuring out he was spiderman

• alright you’re a stark

• but no one knows that

• but you’re really intuitive

• so there were little things you started to notice

• after uncle ben died there was some weird shit (if you want a part ab comforting peter ab uncle ben lemme know. he deserves his own part)

• like how he stopped wearing his adorable glasses

•and i guess started almost bulking up????

• he got WAY taller

• and usually you’re used to seeing him shirtless but this one time you walked in on him

• holy mother of god

• IT WAS LIKE HE GREW ABS OVER NIGHT

• BECAUSE FRESHMAN PETE DID NOT HAVE A 6 PACK

• freshman peter also got winded walking up the stairs

• AND NOW HE’S RUNNING LAPS IN GYM LIKE ITS NOTHING ??

• must be nice

• but then things got more sus

• all of a sudden he was skipping class more

• leaving early

• cancelling study sessions and skipping movie nights with ned

• and you and ned were clueless

• you and ned started hanging out more

• MR. LEEDS IS HILARIOUS LEMME TELL YOU

• he was like this little ball of happiness

• you found out his real name is Edward

• HOW CUTE

• and WOW HIS MOM BEING FILIPINA MEANT THAT YOU WERE BEING FED ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD

• ngl pete got a bit jealous

• one night,,, when pete cancelled YET AGAIN

• ned asked you, “hey y/n?”

• “hm”

• “why don’t we ever hang out at your place”

• “i told you ned, my family is just a lot yanno. plus your family and may are really cool”

• “okay but how come you don’t have any social media under your name?”

• “wdym?”

• “like you go by ‘y/n Smith’ but everything that pops up on the internet isn’t YOU”

• “pfff i told you,,, i dont believe in that stuff”

• “y/n, you know you can tell me anything”

• you wanted to be honest. this was one of your best friends. and you’ve been lying to them about your family for over a year now

• “ned i just. it’s complicated”

• “like peter’s family?”

• “nonono, i’m lucky to have both of my parents- well i have a step mom. my real mom wanted nothing to do with me. so she left me on the steps of my dads house. never came back”

• “oh shit bro, i’m sorry”

• “nah don’t worry. my dad is really cool and my step mom... she’s awesome.”

• “what’re their names”

• NATASHA WAS GONNA KILL YOU IF SHE COULD SEE HOW BAD YOU WERE STRUGGLING

• “well- uh- my step moms name is,,, um. well her real name is Virginia”

• THE WORLD KNEW PEPPER AS PEPPER NOT VIRGINIA

• “and my- my dads name is ehm... st, steve???”

• natasha was gonna have your ass

• “y/n,,,”

• “yeah”

• “you’re a horrible liar”

• “PFFF WHAAAT? NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

• “dude you left your spiderman fan tumblr open on my laptop that one night,,, and i MAY have done some snooping”

• okay you mightve had a slight obsession with the webslinger. HE WAS COOL. and what better way to keep track of him without alerting your family,,, good ol tumblr

• oh god ned, HOW MUCH SNOOPING”

• “enough to know that you have a weird obsession with that spider guy and that your last name isnt smith”

• so you told him the truth. you were a stark

• and well,,, he reacted with

• “okay cmon,,, don’t lie”

• so you showed him your late night dance parties with Nat when she was feeling goofy

• and your random snaps of steve when he was trying to figure out how to work technology

• videos of you reacting to vines with bucky

(if yall wanna see domestic life with the avengers just lmk)

• which usually results with THE WINTER SOLDIER ALMOST PEEING HIS PANTS. and trying to reenact it with sam or the other avengers

• “heyheyehy y/n guess what?”

• “what bucky?” *is in the middle of doing hw*

• “FRESHOVACADO” *bolts out of the room before you throw something at him*

• only the two of you getting vine and meme references

• (meaning getting in trouble during meetings bc you’ll make eye contact and start laughing)

• OH HIS FAVORITE IS THE “country boiiii, i love you,,, 😛”

• anywaayyy

• ned was SHOOK

• “nowayohmygodyoureanavenger”

• “no ned,,, only when they need me to be”

• *led to him asking 100000 questions*

• “does Mr. America smell like old man”

• “what language does Ms. Widow think in”

• “how many shirts does Mr. Hulk own”

• “so do they wear normal clothes or are they always PREPARED”

• “does your dad have to walk a weird way when hes in his suit”

• “do they ever chafe in their suits”

• “yes ned. we’re stocked up on baby powder”

• which you didnt mind bc it felt nice telling the truth

• ned WANTED TO TELL PETER SO BAD

• “ned no, i don’t want him to think of me differently”

• he understood. but still defended peter and said that hed still treat you the same

• anyway,,, peter started showing up with bruises and stuff which had you v concerned

• “pete what’s up? you’ve been avoiding ned and i and you have skipped out on every movie night since sophomore year started”

• “t’s nothing. dont worry ab it”

• “peter cmon, it’s just me”

• you figured maybe it had to do with ben??? but you gave him his space. you just wanted to be there for him yanno. you didnt want him to shut you out

• “Y/N I SAID ITS NOTHING. FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE???” he snapped (and not in the good way)

• and this was on your way to class so the whole hallway heard

• ouch

• so you left him alone. probably more than he meant. but it hurt

• i mean he was your first friend here, and now he yelled at you to leave you alone

• ned felt awful at first. trying to comfort you and tell you it wasnt your fault

• but then he started acting weird. whenever you brought up peter hed be super antsy about it

• you- “i think he got into another fight or something”

• ned- “pFFT PETER? FIGHTING? no way,,, i got-i gotta go”

• so you figured that whatever peter was hiding, ned knew about,, which also hurt your feelings

• so you closed off

• and wow could the super family tell something was wrong

• wanda- “little stark, i can feel your sadness all the way to my room”

• sam/bucky/rhodes- “okay what’s the deal, we’ve played 5 rounds of fortnite and you havent once rage quit even though you’re doing terrible”

• tony- “kid, what’s wrong? everyone here can tell you’re not feeling great”

• nat- “cmon. ive given you 3 opportunities to kick my ass and you havent once complained about me going easy?”

• thor- “lady y/n what is causing you distress? not once have you smiled, i even wore my hair in pigtails,,, and that seems to always do the trick”

• and you gave the same response every time “‘m just tired” “lots of homework”

• they noticed you werent going out on weekends anymore

• so tony figured that your friend group and you were having some Stuff

• pep gave him an idea of meeting his new prodigy

• now tony knew it’d be kinda sus because peter went to midtown but he figured that if the kid kept his mask on it’d be fine

• “dad i don’t wanna see another one of your weird maid robots”

• “wha- no i want you to meet someone”

• “dad college isn’t for another 2 years. if it’s your friend from MIT-“

• then right before your eyes was the insect boy that youve been admiring through the internet

• needless to say

• your jaw dripped

• “y/n meet spiderling, spiderling meet my daughter y/n stark”

• *seconds pass*

• “i uh- oH- um- sp-spidERman, h-hi. biG fan of you- your work”

• *silence*

• you- “oH dad diD you hear th-that? moM is calling mE”

• tony- “what?? pep wouldve called on the interco-“

• spiderman- “y/n”

• you- SHOOK TO THE CORE BECAUSE YOU KNEW THAT VOICE. THAT WAS THE VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE HONEY BUT COULD CUT YOU DEEPER THAN ANY WEAPON IN YOUR HOUSE

• you- “p-peter???”

• tony- *shocked pikachu face* “you know each other???”

• you- “so-something like that yeah”

• peter takes off his mask

• “ohmygodpeterisspiderman”

• “ohmygodyourlastnameisntsmith”

• tony- “im gonna let you guys figure this out” *walks backward slowly*

*insert silence*

• you- “so this is what you were hiding, huh?” with a cold tone

• “IM HIDING? YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR WHOLE HOME LIFE TO NED AND I”

• *yelling at each other for another minute. even though you couldnt hear what the other is saying*

• you- *yelling loudest “I DIDNT WANT YOU TO SEE ME DIFFERENTLY OKAY”

• peter- “you really thought id do that?” (heartbreaking voice)

• you- “i- once i got to know you, i knew you wouldnt but i was scared. i didn’t know how to tell you. for once in my life i had found someone my age who liked ME for ME. not for my name or money or my dad. and i didn’t want to change that. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner”

• peter- “... i get what you mean. after ben died everyone gave me that look. except you and ned.”

• you- “why didn’t you tell me”

• peter- “everyone i love or ever cared about dies. my parents and then my uncle ben. so once i got my abilities i knew that the risk was even higher and i didn’t want to put you in that position. i wanted to keep you safe. but it seems like you know how to handle yourself” (referring to the fact that you grew up with THE EARTHS MIGHTIEST HEROS)

• y/n- “so how come ned found out?”

• peter *scratches back of neck* “well- he- i- May let him in my room and i happen to be crawling on the ceiling in my suit and he dropped the death star” *head hangs in shame*

• you had to giggle at that i mean CMON

• you stepped closer to him

• “pete you’re my best friend. you can tell me anything okay?”

• “no more secrets?”

• “no more secrets”

• and you both pinky promise and your thumbs “kiss” bc IF THEY ITS THE ULTIMATE UNBREAKABLE VOW DONT @ ME

• peter parker gives you the biggest hug that maKES YOUR HEART JUMP BC PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH A PERSON AS PRETTY AS HIM MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL A CERTAIN WAY

• but you wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment

• wow he is really cozy

• * the avengers are watching from the cameras in awe*

• led to MANY questions at dinner

• and so everything went back to “normal”

• it wasn’t until you went to bed that night that you realized peter said the L word

• WHAT

• so much for no secrets

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Gladdest (Soulmate AU)

For this, I’ll be using the soulmate AU where what happens to your soulmate’s body happens to you. I’m not sure who originally came up with this. Basically, how it works, is like, if your soulmate gets punched in the face, you feel like you’ve been punched in the face. If your soulmate dies, you don’t die, but you feel it. Same with broken bones, you’ll feel it, but your arm won’t actually be broken. But not just pain, other stuff. Like if your soulmate cries, you’ll feel it, but you don’t cry unless they’re super heartbroken, or if they get a really good hug you feel it, too. In my version of this AU, the pain and other feeling doesn’t start until you turn sixteen. Imagine how fucked up it would be if that wasn’t the case and you had a partner older than you? Like, while 13-year old Bill gets in a fight, his soulmate, who is only 3, feels the same punches and kicks. It’d be so fucked up.

warnings: nsfw (but no actual sex, just a lot of talking about it [and masturbation] and some sexually tense scenes), the reader nearly has a panic attack (again, i know, sorry. what can I say? I project), & reader has a thing for.... erotic asphyxiation. let me know if i missed anything.

I am very open to writing a part two with smut... I just chickened out with this because I felt it wouldn’t be good writing.

You’d been sixteen for a little while now, and there hadn’t been much contact from your soulmate aside from the occasional feel of a phone falling on your face and smacking it.

It’s the beginning of a new school year at Xavier’s, and you’re pretty thrilled. Your roommate this year is your best friend, Ellie. Okay, not just your best friend, she’s your crush, too. Do I really have to say, at this point?

“Hey,” she greets you, sounding rather sullen as she enters your dorm, where you sit on the edge of your bed.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“I turned sixteen over the summer and I haven’t felt anything to give me a hint. All my soulmate does is cry.”

“All my soulmate does is drop their phone on their face,” you offer a complaint in return, and the two of you lock eyes for a moment, one of realization.

“No,” Ellie says. “No.” She’s bright red, immediately thinking of just how many hot summer nights she was kept up, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, gasping for breath at the way her soulmate’s fingers curled just right, just fucking right. There’s no way you, her crush and her best friend, were that good.

“No, can’t be,” you agree.

“Could be,” she reminds you.

“It’d make sense,” you admit.

“I hate everyone else but you.”

“We could try to find out,” you suggest.

She pinches herself.

“Ow! Not like that!” You whine, clutching at your arm. “Oh, well, I guess it’s too late th-” Ellie cuts you off with her eyes alone.

“Where does all that energy come from, Y/N?! What are you, the Energizer bunny?! At least three times a night, every night! What the hell?!”

You blush deeply, scratching the back of your neck. You hadn’t exactly expected you’d meet your soulmate anytime soon, or that they’d be bold enough to comment on your habits.

“I dunno, I thought it was normal for kids our age…” you mumble.

“Oh, yeah, well some people like sleeping and not screaming into the pillow because their soulmate has a little too much fun doing the five finger shuffle!”

“Please, louder. I think a few people in Antarctica didn’t hear you,” you retort, looking up at her from where you were sitting with a challenging expression.

“We’ve been friends for all this time and I never knew what a horny bastard you are,” she remarks.

“Well, I’m not the one who was ‘screaming’ in pleasure,” you mutter.

“I heard that!” she says, her expression still adorably indignant.

“If you hated it so much, you should’ve just got those over the counter meds, Antifel or whatever.”

“I- I…” She sighs. “Yeah, I didn’t hate it that much,” she admits, and you smile a bit. “But I wasn’t a fan of the choking,” she adds, gesturing at your scarf, your favorite one that she never would’ve guessed hides the bruises from where you’ve choked yourself with a belt, at least not before. “I’m more of a choker than a ‘chokee’, but, I guess that’d be obvious, wouldn’t it? Considering we’re soulmates and all.”

You nod, your eyes now on your lap, the floor, her tee shirt, the lamp in the corner, anything that isn’t her eyes, and she smirks.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?”

“A little,” you quietly reply, and she sits next to you on your bed.

“Let’s cool down,” she offers. “We’ve just seen each other after months of purely texting and the occasional phone call.”

“Thanks,” you respond, finding it easier to breathe.

“Why were you crying so much?” Ellie asks, addressing her original observation.

“Just depressed and lonely and stuff. I don’t have friends in my hometown, not like you.”

“You’ll always have me,” she says. “I mean it.”

“I’d hope so, soulmate,” you laugh off the seriousness of the conversation, and she sighs, looking to your eyes with her own soulful ones.

“I’m glad it’s you,” she tells you. “I don’t think I’d be able to stand anyone else.”

“Yeah, right!” you huff out a laugh, confused at her sudden emotional openness. Sure, she was more honest about her feelings with you than anyone else, but that didn’t mean that she was a completely open book. Who was?

“You’re not disappointed, are you?” Ellie wonders because of your remark.

“God, no! I- I actually have a really big crush on you,” you admit.

“Yeah?” she asks, the cutest little grin on her face, you know the one. “I have a crush on you, too.”

You blush again.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m not very good at flirting or anything like that. I don’t really care about much of anyone at all, and you’re definitely the only person I’ve really cared about in a romantic way, so…”

“No, it’s not that! I- You- You being really good at flirting is what’s got me like this. And the fact that I’m a dork who’s really bad at flirting contributes,” you explain.

“I am? Good at flirting, I mean.”

“Well, with me, at least,” you tell her.

“Um… Sorry if it’s lame to ask, but… Can I kiss you?”

“Of course! And it’s not lame to ask at all, El, I appreciate it actua- Mmf!”

You could live forever in the feeling of her lips on yours, her hands oh-so carefully holding your cheeks.

“Sorry,” she shyly says, as she slowly pulls away from you, looking in your eyes. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for a really, really long time. Pretty much since we met, actually.”

“R-really?” you ask, a bit breathless and definitely still flustered.

“Yeah, you’re perfect. In, like, every way. It’s the worst and the best.”

“I’m perfect?! But you’re- You’re you!” you argue, and she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’m so lucky.”

“No, I’m the lucky one,” she disagrees.

“We can both be lucky,” you tell her, and she sighs.

“I suppose that’s a good compromise,” she decides. “So, what should we do before dinner? We’ve got a couple hours to kill, but I don’t think either of us has much more to say that wouldn’t be repetitive or… Something.” She blushes again, cheeks bright pink.

You blush back, reminded that she knew all about you and the things you did to yourself behind doors. “R-right,” you reply. Hey, you may be a horny motherfucker, but that doesn’t make you any less of a bottom.

“Can I see?” she asks, touching at your scarf. You nod, and she unwraps the scarf. She carefully touches the spotted bruises with her fingers. “With the belt you’re wearing?”

You can’t even speak. You nod, and the ghost of a smile graces her face before she just barely presses her lips to the bruises closest to her, on the side of your neck. Your hand quickly grabs her bicep tightly, and she stops, looking to you with concern.

“I’m so sorry, I got a bit carried aw-”

“No, no, it’s good, I’m just… Sensitive there,” you admit, and one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen her wear is on her lips.

“Yeah?” she asks, taking her crossbody bag off of her shoulder and opening it. She takes out a bottle of Antifel pills. “How sensitive?”

“Oh God, um… I- Um…” Your nerves are really getting to you, and your breathing gets heavier as you stare at the bottle. This is really happening. It’s really happening. You’d always wanted to, especially with her, but now that it’s a reality, you feel on the brink.

Ellie can recognize that look in your eyes, and it’s a look she’d hoped she’d never be the cause of.

“Shit, Y/N. What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I- Um, I just- I want to? But I- I just- I don’t know, it’s just getting really hard to breathe, and uh, not in a hot way,” you joke nervously.

“Hey, you can want to and not be ready to right this minute. We haven’t even been on a date yet, okay? I’m really sorry if I made you feel like you had to do anything you didn’t want to,” Ellie tells you, and she feels immensely guilty either way.

“No! I liked you kissing me, especially where you did, but, you’re right. We should probably adjust to the news and put a label on whatever this is before we do anything too serious.”

Ellie nods. “You always were the more logical one. I’ll put these in the medicine cabinet and we can just… Talk about stuff, like we always do.”

“But with more kissing and cuddling, I hope?” you request, and she nods, going to put the bottle away before returning to find you bundled up in her comforter. “It’s so cozy…” you practically sing, at least to her.

“This is a dream,” she sighs happily, slipping off her shoes and joining you in her bed. You spoon her side, and she hums in content, stroking your hair.

“You’re in a good mood,” you comment. Ellie is not a very cheerful person, at least not openly. So, to see her like this was surprising.

“Yeah, of course I am. It’s you. It’s really you. I’ve never been happier in my life,” she says, having really been hit with the fact that you’re her soulmate. All hers. “All mine…” she hums.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special… I mean it. I’m really not all that.”

“Please be my girlfriend,” she requests.

“Only if you’ll be mine,” you reply, and she scoffs.

“I think that’s how that works, babe.”

Your heart skips a beat and you stare at her in wonder.

“Sorry for not asking if pet names were okay…It’s just something I like, it’s really stupid.”

“No, I really like it, hence the dumb stare and the lack of breathing.”

She chuckles, holding you tighter. You smile with her, glad that she’s happy.

“I hope you don’t feel like you have to over-exaggerate how happy you are. It’s okay if you’re not ridiculously happy about finding your soulmate.”

“Oh, no, I’m as happy as I sound. I’m, uh, definitely a textbook case of Lesbian That’s A Grumpy Bitch Til She Gets A Girlfriend. But then again, I’ll probably just be a significantly less grumpy bitch to everyone but you, sorry.”

“I don’t mind, I like you being your bitchy self,” you reply, being rewarded with a kiss placed atop your head that sends tingles dancing down your body. “Mm… I like that.”

“Good,” Ellie responds. “I’m glad.”

“I’m gladder,” you tease.

“I’m gladdest...”

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