#this became a print!!! i have it w me now too :D

[passerine343]

the artwork i did for @obikinzine :)

#obikin #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #draw tag #sw fa #i.... forgor to post #this became a print!!! i have it w me now too :D #fun fact my laptops battery gave up like 80% thru this piece i DIED #im glad i managed to finish and submit :')

[kushami-hime]

The Cat Cafe (BN/HA)

Hello and happy april fools! No this isn’t a joke, I actually wrote a whole ass fic and decided to surprise snzblr with it! >:D This is based on a wav I got from @goodlucksnez which was when I first decided on making Todoroki’s cat allergy a headcanon of mine. It was a whiiiile ago, when I first joined snzblr so yeah...

Anyway I hope someone enjoys this rushed fic lol  Title: The Cat Cafe Summary: Ochaco invites Deku and Todoroki out after work one day to a Cat Cafe. A shame that no one knows about Todoroki’s allergy...not even Todoroki.

"Um, Ochaco-Chan, where are we headed exactly...?" "You'll see! It's a surprise! Hehe..." "I'm not sure I like the sound of that...I'm a little nervous..." "Don't worry Deku, it'll be great, you'll see!" A trio of friends trotted down the sidewalk of a busy street, fresh out of work and ready to have some fun and much deserved relaxation. It was imperative to enjoy their time off now, because once the real hero work began rolling in, who knows how challenging it'll be to get ahold of some well deserved time off? Midoriya followed behind Ochaco, and trailing behind the both of them was Todoroki, the quietest of the group. He wasn't sure what Ochaco had in store, but it couldn't be as bad as Midoriya was expecting. She had her own way of enjoying time with her friends, without breaking the bank of course. "Just around this corner and...Ta daaa!" With a big bright smile and a delightfully happy pose, Uraraka waved her hands towards the two story building. Paw prints and feline themes covered the small structure from top to bottom, making it stand out even more from its bland and basic surroundings. The sign hung above its gigantic, double glass doors read "Feline Fancy" in big, sprawling, and colorful letters.

"Uh?" Deku tilted his head a little, as Todoroki's interest was certainly peaked. "Is this a...?" "Mm-hm! It's a cat cafe!" Ochaco smiled brightly, like a child visiting a candy store for the first time. Deku smiled and rubbed the back of his head, "Well its certainly the last thing I was expecting! A surprise to be sure but, a welcome one!" He admitted, before Todoroki spoke up, his eyes scanning the colorful building, "I've never visited a cat cafe before...What...happens exactly?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head. Uraraka grinned, "It's just like any old boring cafe, except here you get to hang out with cats, and play with them! They've even got cat themed treats and drinks, too!" She explained. The more she went on, the more intrigued Todoroki became. His eyes went a little wide, and his interest had peaked. Midoriya chuckled at his friends eagerness, "I guess we should head inside then!" Ochaco lit up with excitement as she nodded, "Alright! Let's do this! It's all on me, guys!" She proclaimed as she neared the entrance. Deku paused at this, a look of worry on his face, "W-wait, are you sure? These kinds of places can get pretty pricey..." He said. With a nod, Todoroki spoke up, "Yes. If need be, I can always use my father's credit card to-" "Nuh-uh! Not this time. Don't worry about it! I've been doing an awesome job when it comes to saving my cash!" Uraraka claimed. It wasn't a lie, she'd been doing pretty well for herself and working harder than ever as a rescue hero, so it was time that she rewarded herself, and her friends of course! Deku pouted a little as Uraraka rushed to open the front door, and he sighed, "Only if you're sure...!" He said. With that, the three entered the establishment. The inside was cozy and smelled absolutely delightful. Pastel colors lined the walls and floors, and the small bell above the entrance alerted one of the staff members to their arrival. A younger woman, probably in her late teens, greeted them with a wave before explaining the rules of the cafe, the menu, and showing them all a list of the many, many cats that called this place home. Ochaco was the most excited, cooing over the photos of the felines as Deku began to unwind and enjoy himself as well. Todoroki however was a bit...distracted. He wasn’t entirely sure why but, his nose had begun to itch. His nostrils gave the slightest sign of irritation, flaring up a bit before returning to their normal size, as if there was a smell in the air that bothered his sinuses. He didn't think much of it, things like this happen all the time when you're exposed to new smells and environments. He scrubbed the underside of his nose with the back of his hand, and the tickle dispersed quickly...for now at least. Once the trio had washed their hands and properly sanitized, it was time to head inside. The main sitting area was as cozy as the outside. There were about 6 or 7 other patrons currently present, with a few others enjoying the lovely weather out on the patio. Many seats were lower to the ground so as to be closer to the cats. Speaking of which...they were everywhere. 15 of them at least. The room was large enough for all of them to run around in without it feeling cramped, with many cat trees, toys, and hiding places. The group decided that it'd be best to enjoy their drink selections and snacks before playing with the felines, so they picked a table and sat down together. "Isn't this great? You can even feed them treats too!" Ochaco gushed. Deku nodded in response, noticing an orange tabby strutting his way over to the table. The cat stared up at him with curious yellow eyes, as if trying to introduce himself telepathically. Deku reached down to pat the animal on the head, hearing a satisfying purr in response. He chuckles, "Yeah, they all seem so friendly here!" Todoroki took in the sights and sounds of cats running in circles, playing with toys, and playing with each other. It was all so new to him, he'd never get permission from his father to come to a place like this. It was certainly an interesting place and- Snnff. "Hmn..." Shoto reached up to rub his nose. That tickle came back swiftly, and suddenly. It teased his sensitive nasal passages with a vengeance, and he started to worry that it may cause him to sneeze. He pressed his knuckle hard against his septum, sniffing once again as he frowned at the slightly wet sound. It wasn't enough to raise the alarm, but it did worry him a bit. He hadn't caught a cold, had he? Normally his quirk would alert him to such things, and temperature was fine, although he wasn't too sure. Another sniffle, and the tickle went away again, only this time, ever so slightly lingering in the depths of his nose, making his nostrils twitch and tremble against the back of his hand. Somehow, the others hadn't taken notice, and he supposed it was for the best. The snacks and drinks were absolutely to die for, even if they were a little on the pricey side. Deku once again offered to pick up the tab for his friend, but Ochaco refused and insisted that he simply focus on having a good time with the cats. Once they were through, it was time to do just that! "Aw, look at this little kitten...!" The three sat in a circle, offering treats to the felines nearby as a few gathered the courage to approach the strangers. The warm and fuzzy atmosphere was beginning to set in during this time, along with the warmth of the delicious drinks they'd had earlier. This was truly a new level of relaxation that both Deku and Todoroki weren't entirely aware of until today. The same orange tabby from before waltzed on over and planted himself into Deku's lap, like an explorer staking his claim on an undiscovered island. He purred loudly, waiting for another round of head scratches. Of course, Midoriya was quick to comply as he chuckled, "I think he likes me a lot...! I think this one's name is...Haru?" He said, recalling the folder they'd flipped through earlier. He'd never been around cats a lot but he got along with them just fine, especially Aizawa-Sensei's as well as Shinso's. Todoroki glanced around, and noticed that a small, white bobtailed had been staring at him. He stared right back, his expression unchanged as they both stared each other down rather awkwardly. It didn't take long for Ochaco to lean over, and offer her friend a handful of cat treats. "Go ahead, I think she wants to come over!" She said, before Todoroki took the treats and held them out in his right hand towards the white female. She hesitated, but quickly tiptoed over to take a bite. He pulled his hand back a little more to guide her closer to their group, before she was finally sitting next to him and nibbling away at whatever treats were left. "Aw, she's so cute..." Deku cooed, still eagerly petting the orange cat in his lap. Ochaco nodded, having a cat in her own lap, "She looks so tiny, too...!" Todoroki gave the white bobtail a pet on the back of the head, and the feline melted into his touch, rubbing her whiskers into his palm. His eyes lit up, as if he'd made an incredible discovery. However, before he could say anything, the feline found itself sitting in his lap and looking up at him with big bright blue eyes. "She's...so small..." He finally spoke up, as if holding a newborn baby for the first time. Ochaco grinned, and glanced at Midoriya, "She does seem on the smaller side, she might still be a kitten." She said, noticing how entranced Todoroki had become, "Weeeell...I think they have the option of adopting the cats. They're partnered with the animal shelter nearby, yknow!" She stated. Deku glanced up, having grabbed a toy for the cats to chase across the floor, "Wait, really? So...are ALL of them shelter cats?" Todoroki kept an ear out, but wasn't fully enraptured in their conversation. It would be nice to adopt a cat, so that his apartment wasn't so empty and lifeless. He'd never had a pet before, thanks to how strict Endeavor had been. Though it may have had something to do with Natsuo being allergic to certain animals? He never asked about it, so it was never made clear. But all he knew now was that nothing could stop him! What would he name this cat? It was a girl, so perhaps something cute? Or maybe something courageous? Perhaps short and simple was the way to go. Like Miku, or Yuki, or perhaps... "Hh-...?" Todoroki took a sharp gasp. That tickle, it was back again. Only this time, it hit much harder, and faster than the first two. His entire nose moved, wiggling in despair as the need to sneeze quickly rushed forth. From where the itch had started, all the way down his nose and into the very tip, he couldn't think of anything except the urge to scratch that itch. His head turned to the side and ducked into his elbow, and his nostrils flared as wide as they could manage. "Hh-HHh'KTT!! Uh..." With a dead silent stifle, Todoroki managed to keep from disrupting the cozy atmosphere of the cafe, and gave a small sniffle afterwards to see if the itch had disappeared...It most certainly did not. His nose visibly wiggled when he heard the feline in his lap meow up at him. He was surprised that he hadn't scared her off. But wow, she was adorable. With another small sniffle, he went back to petting her, before he finally caught the sound of someone calling his name. "Todoroki-Kun?" "Mm?" The quiet hero perked up as he noticed his two friends looking in his direction, now totally crawling with cats that had come looking for delicious treats. Ochaco giggled, "It almost like he's in a trance...!" Deku chuckled and glanced to his friend, "Are you...enjoying yourself?" He asked with a small chuckle. Todoroki nodded in response, still softly petting the animal in his lap. "I didn’t think you liked cats so much...!" Midoriya added. Shoto glanced towards his friend, still in a sort of peaceful daze, "I've...never been around this many before..."  Despite the tickly nose situation, he was still thoroughly enjoying himself. Todoroki glanced back down to the white bobtail, "I was wondering...what it would be like to adopt h...-Hh..." His usual expression crumbled in exchange for a ticklish, desperate one. Todoroki's thin brows were tightly knit together, as wrinkles spread across the bridge of his nose while he rubbed at the thing furiously with a free hand; the one he'd been using to pet the cat. But even that seemed to make it worse. His lips parted to suck in much needed air, whilst his friends looked on with confused looks on their faces. "Hhh-! Hn'KKntt-chuu..." The stifling gave him a soft pounding in his skull, but it would subside after only a few seconds. With a sigh, he nodded and picked up where he left off, "I've never owned a pet before...but...I'd like to." He finally got out. Deku and Ochaco didn't think much of the sneezes, though it was rare to see Todoroki sneeze more than once at any given time. They paid it no mind, and Ochaco slowly got to her feet with stars gleaming in her big brown eyes, "I'll see if I can't ask around and get some paperwork for you! You two would be so cute together!" She cooed, gesturing towards the bobtail lounging in her friends lap before heading off towards where a group of employees were standing. Deku chuckled at Ochaco's excitement, before turning back to Shoto, "Ochaco-Chan seems to like this place a lot...I wonder how long she's been waiting to come here..." He asked. Todoroki nodded, "Judging by her excitement, quite a long time..." He glanced back down to the feline in his lap, in awe at her beauty and regal demeanor. Nothing was going to distract him from this moment of absolute euphoria. Not even...a runny nose? Snnff! Todoroki frowned a bit as he brought his hand up to his face yet again, and squished it against the underside of his nose. He could feel the slow and steady decent of some loose congestion running down his nasal passages, and immediately sniffled again to keep it contained. Now that he thought about it...he was becoming a little stuffed up. All of these symptoms hitting at once...it was a little worrying, but also, a bit of a nuisance. He perked up a bit when he heard Midoriya ask him a question. "So, if she already doesn't have a name, what are you gonna call her?" The young hero asked. His eyes were occupied by the two smaller Munchkins cats that had come over to say hello, and play with a ball of yarn Midoriya secured a few moments prior. Todoroki hesitated, feeling as if his nose was going to spill over with mess and, in the end, make a fool of himself. Not only that, but the slow trickle managed to spark up a new tickle deeper into his nose. This was starting to become a problem. With another sniffle, Todoroki managed to keep back whatever mess decided to ruin his day out, and finally managed to speak up. "I'm not sure...but I thought I'd go with something simple...like Yuki, or Miku-Uuh-Hh-" Mid sentence, that itch spiked to critical levels as he noticed Midoriya looking up from the kittens to stare at him for a moment or two with confused green eyes. He'd been able to stifle them so far, but this one...it snuck up on him. "Hh'DdT-SshuuU!" Todoroki sneezed into his elbow, still feeling the warm lump of fur cuddled into his lap despite the sudden outburst. He felt a wet spray coat the crook of his elbow, a sign that his stifling had been holding in whatever moistness had accumulated within his sinuses. A quick glance around the room would tell him that not many people noticed, nor cared about his sneeze, so that was a relief. "Todoroki-Kun, are you alright?" Midoriya finally asked. He hadn't paid much attention, but now that he was, he could see Todoroki's eyes becoming a little...puffy. His nostrils were wet with moisture and his cheeks were a little flushed. He frowned a little, "Ah, you're not coming down with something, are you?" He asked worriedly, much to his friends dismay. Shoto shook his head quickly, feeling his congestion shift just barely enough for his nose to start running all over again, teasing the sensitive parts of his nose as it dripped down to his flaring nostrils. The very air around him irritated his somewhat dripping nose enough to force another imminent sneeze out of him. He caught himself holding in the urge to whimper, before turning and squeezing his nostrils shut with his thumb and index finger. "Hh-dDdXxnnt-!! Chuhh..." The sound was muddled with congestion and Todoroki could feel his sinuses and head throbbing. If there were any more of those harsh stifles, he was sure to give himself a headache. Midoriya looked on with an increasingly concerned stare. "M-Maybe we shouldn't have come here...you're not looking too well, Todoroki-Kun...Are you sure you don't feel sick?" Deku asked. Damn, he hated it whenever Midoriya looked at him with THAT face...The overflowing sense of uneasiness from Deku was almost stifling, no pun intended. With another wet sniffle, Todoroki nodded his head and spoke. "Y-yes...I...I'm fine..." He blatantly lied. And oh yes, Deku could tell right away. The flaring nostrils, wiggling nose, teary eyes and pink cheeks said it all. Midoriya fidgeted where he sat, averting his eyes to avoid making Torodoki feel uncomfortable. The bobtail finally decided to take her leave, glancing up at the sneezy pro hero before lifting her bum and carelessly heading towards a water dish across the way. The sensation of that feline, as soft and cuddly as she may be, sent chills down Todoroki's spine. That was already a hard enough thing to do, but it also caused another miserable sniffle to ring out, and an insatiable itch began to make itself known. So far back in his nose, no amount of rubbing or nose blowing could possibly make it go away. The only option his sensitive nares gave him was to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze until this mystery irritant was finally flushed out of his system. Todoroki's head twitched back, his clenched fist hovering over his mouth and nose as his slick nostrils pulsed with disparity. All Deku could do was watch in awe, before his common sense took over and he began patting his pockets for something he could offer. Shoto’s breathing sped up rapidly, just before he snapped forward with a painfully stifled sneeze, "Hh-Hh-NnnXxt! Hh-!" Damn, he wasn't fully aware that another was hot on the heels of the first. A lump formed in his throat whilst his vision started to get cloudy from the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He was...going to... "Eshh-SCHH!!” The second sneeze was the one met with awkward silence, and with even more people staring in Todoroki's direction, he felt heat rise into his face as even his new feline companion stared at him from afar, blinking those big innocent eyes towards the sneezy man. His red and white hair framed his face and hid his rosy cheeks from onlookers, so thank goodness for that. A hand outstretched towards him that he just managed to see through his teary eyes and tossed hair. "H-here...I think you might need these..." Deku muttered, offering a handful of clean tissues that he found in his pocket. He could tell that Shoto was radiating embarrassment and needed all the help he could get. Knuckles were still pressed firmly to the bottom of his leaking nose, and Todoroki was quick to take the tissues and press them to his flaring nostrils in a futile attempt to fight off another sneeze. He wouldn't be successful however, as a hazy gloss washed over his pupils and he pinched his nose shut through the soft tissues to stifle the coming fit. "OK, I've got the paperwork and everything you need toooooo....w-whoa..." Ochaco would return in that moment, but her look of bubbly excitement would be replaced with worry upon seeing Shoto's dilemma. "U-uh...T-Todoroki...?" She barely managed to squeak out. Shoto couldn't form a response, even if he wanted to. "HHhTXx-Nuuggh...-! Hhgg'GggXxt! Ht'kshhTTtt! Hhh-! Hih-Hnn'Gggtt-chuu! Nn'IssSHH!" The sneezes began to explode out of him with quickening speed, making his friends fret as Ochaco crouched down to get a closer look, "T-Todoroki-Kun...! Are you alright...?!" She said softly, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Todoroki, despite his haggard appearance, still nodded quickly and kept his watery eyes glued to the floor while pressing the soaked tissues to his nose. Of course, that wasn't very reassuring. His whole face was warm with a soft pink flush that only continued to darken in hue as time went on. Uraraka frowned, her eyebrows knit together, "Maybe we should leave...you don't look good at all." She suggested. Deku nodded quickly as he moved to get to his feet, "She's right, Todoroki-Kun. Let's get going. Maybe we can just come back some other time..." "N-No, I..." He wanted to stay! The cats were so friendly and soft and...he didn't want to leave, regardless of his nose and its issues. He looked like a sad child who didn't want to leave the amusement park at closing time, "...Mbidoriya...Look at themb...they're so smball and...I feel they're mbore thand just cats...I’ve ndever felt this way about an andimbal before..." He suddenly admitted, his voice muddled horribly by congestion, though that was his own fault due to the rapid stifles. "But, Todoroki...you look...-" Ochaco paused mid sentence, and somehow, her eyes got even wider then they had been before. She held in a small sharp gasp of realization before she put a hand on Shoto's shoulder. "Todoroki-Kun...are...are you allergic to cats?" She asked. Deku paused as she glance between the two of them, ignoring the awkward silence that feel over their small trio. Todoroki himself seemed confused...he'd never sneezed so much around cats before...then again, he'd never been this outnumbered by them. A thoughtful expression came over his face, before a frown soon followed. Uraraka tripped over her words, trying to get out an apology, "Oh my Gosh, I-I swear I didn't know! I'm so sorry, Todoroki!!" She quickly rushed to grab her bag, before glancing to Deku, "Cmon, we better get him out of here, Deku. Before he gets any worse...!" "My thoughts exactly...!" The two stood to their feet with a quickness, as Todoroki reluctantly stood up himself. He could feel the congestion in his head shift as he did so. It had come on so fast that he felt another irritating tickle make itself known. Ochaco made sure to take his hand, considering his vision was still a little muddled by the allergic tears in his eyes. They stung a bit as he walked along with them, "Wait...I have to say goodbye..." He managed to get out, glancing back behind him to see his bobtailed friend watching his departure, as if already saying goodbye herself. "You're in the middle of an allergy attack, Torodoki-Kun...!" Ochaco said, still walking along with him without halting her stride. His breath caught in his chest, as if just looking at the felines he passed by brought on the need for another rapid fit of half stifles. His pace slowed and both his steps and breathing became irregular. Finally, they managed to reach the front door, and get outside. The itch was unbearable, but now that he was outside, he didn't feel as pressured to stifle. Not that he even could, the sensation and desperate need for relief came on too fast for him to do so in the first place. "Hh-!" He wiggled his hand free from Ochaco's grasp, still holding the used wad of slightly wet tissues to cover his face. His head twitched towards the blue sky while his slim nostrils flared as wide as they could manage. His shoulders shook with every hitching breath before...

"ESHHhhuu! ISShhuu! Hh'DdsSSHHuuu! Hh..hah...!!" Todoroki gasped for air after the first three explosions, as Uraraka dug through her purse for more tissues. Luckily, she had a travel pack that hadn't been touched yet. Shoto lunged forward with a few more wet sneezes into cupped hands, "ISHHh! hh-! HH'iSSHHuuu! Hah- HAh-HASShhh-yuuu...Guhh..." Tears were streaming down his face as he felt the warm, wetness covering his hands and the used tissues, and he seems to almost whimpering at the sight, disgusted with himself and the fact that his friends had to see him in such a sorry state.

"Todoroki-Kun..." The travel pack of tissues was held out to him, and he could just manage to figure out what it was despite the tears in his eyes. He reached over to take them, careful not to touch Ochaco's hands with his own, before he began to clean himself up...to the best of his ability that is.

"I'm so sorry..." Uraraka muttered once again, while Todoroki did his best to blow his nose and free himself of whatever tickle was left. He could see how guilty Uraraka-San was...her body language said it all. He felt horrible for making her feel horrible, and tried to remedy the situation, "N-no...its...it's alright. Please...don't be...don't...

“hh...-” Damn it, this was starting to get a little irritating. His nose twitched visibly before he turned away, managing to just barely catch the sneeze with his tissues instead of his bare hands, "

Hh-Hh'AaSHhuu-uuu!!

Ah..." He sniffled, wiping at his red nostrils so catch the loose congestion that had snuck past them with his, hopefully, last sneeze. "Todoroki...Why didn't you tell us? About your allergy, I mean..." Deku finally spoke up, having only been able to stand and watch his good friend go through the first and only sneezing fit he'd ever witnessed from him. Todoroki stood with a puzzled look on his face, as if he were unsure if he'd sneeze again. In all honesty, he really didn't know. Sure, his eyes would itch whenever Hitoshi came around but...he never really thought much of it. "I...I've never spent enough time around cats to realize it, but..." He paused to sniffle wetly before continuing, "It would explain why my eyes would get watery and red whenever Shinso was covered in cat fur...same for Aizawa-Sensei..." He admitted. The looks of concern on his friends faces softened a bit as they glanced to one another. "Well...I'm glad we know now for the future, then." Ochaco sighed, looking a bit more relieved than before. "Yeah...I was worried something was really wrong...but I'm glad you're going to be OK, Todoroki-Kun." Midoriya smiled a bit. Although, it wasn't reciprocated. Shoto stared down at the pavement, like a guilty, misbehaved child, "I...apologize for...ruining our day out..." He mumbled behind his fistful of tissues. "Uh? N-no, hey, don't be so hard on yourself!” Deku said, waving his arms at the apology. "Deku's right, it's OK! There's still daylight and tons of stuff to do! Don't beat yourself up over it OK, Todo?" Uraraka chimed in. Her bright smile never wavered, "And besides, before your allergies kicked in, you seemed to be having an amazing time, right?" Todoroki nodded to this surprisingly fast. The cats were so cute and friendly, it's a memory he would cherish for quite some time. As the three started to walk away from the cafe, Ochaco threw out a few other ideas for places to visit with animal themes to them. She even started to scroll through her cellphone and looked at any places nearby. Deku had to steer her out of the way of any poles to prevent a collision.

"Maybe we could try the hedgehog cafe!” Ochaco excitedly said, “What do you think, Todoroki-Kun?” She asked, brushing a few strands of brown hair out of her eyes. Shoto nodded to the idea, “I’ve never seen them in person...though for some reason, Bakugo keeps calling Iida-Kun one...though I’m unsure as to why...” He stated, looking somewhat thoughtful. Deku chuckled at this a bit, before noticing a familiar expression on Shoto's face. The wiggling nose and closely knitted eyebrows, his lips parting ever so slightly and the change in is breathing pattern...yep, he was still fighting off the urge to sneeze. And who knows how many more he had saved up in that pink nose of his? Todoroki paused in his stride with a hand raised to his twitching, pink face. He turned away from his friends before pitching forward into his elbow, "

“Hhh-! AESSHH!”

Ah..." With a small sniffle, he glanced up to see his two friends staring at him, how embarrassing..."We may need to get you some medicine first..." Ochaco proposed, catching Shoto off guard, "Sound good, Todo?" She asked him. He was taken aback for a moment, before nodding, "I...um, alright. I guess I could use something...I’m not sure how long this will last, so..." He agreed. Deku smiled warmly at his response, before the three of them headed off."Dont worry." Ochaco smiled, "We've got all the time in the world!"

Todoroki smiled, and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand as the fondness of his friends seemed to distract him from his nose. 

Was he terribly allergic to cats? Yes. Would he ever pass up the opportunity to pet one?

Absolutely not.

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[itsapeterthing]

My Hero || Peter Parker

pairing: civilian!peter x avenger!reader

summary: when your boyfriend, peter, gets invited to the stark gala for his internship, you have to try to make it through the night without him finding out that you’re secretly an avenger

a/n: peter is in college here! finally another oneshot for our boy petey- reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 3.9k

warnings: reader has spidey’s enhanced senses, there’s a gun, fluff

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Pushing open the door of the building you had just had class in, your eyes immediately met those of your boyfriend sitting on the bench waiting for you outside. As soon as you saw him a smile reached across his face and he pushed himself out of his seat, making his way over to you.

“Hey, Pete-”

“- So I don’t know how I got one of these-” Peter started rambling, walking beside you. “They handed it to me and in my head I was like ‘this has to be a mistake’ you know? ‘Cause there’s no way I would get invited-”

“Woah, Peter, slow down!” You laughed, turning to your boyfriend. “What are you talking about?”

Realizing that he hadn’t even told you what he was going on about, Peter stopped and began shoving his hands through his pockets. When you stopped your pace in front of him, you watched as Peter pulled an envelope out of his pocket.

“What’s that for?” You asked.

A smile spread across his face once again as he pulled the invitation out of the envelope.

You swore you felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw Stark Industry’s logo printed on the piece of paper.

“It’s for this party thing-”

“-Gala.” You corrected him.

“Yeah!” He said. “Gala! It’s for this gala that Mr. Stark is hosting and you know- at first I didn’t think I could be invited, but it has my name and everything.”

You began to tap your feet as he explained this all to you, feeling your anxiousness grow.

“So, are you going to go?” You asked, praying that he wouldn’t say the answer that you were sure he was going to give.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked.

You knew it was a rhetorical question. At least in Peter’s mind there wasn’t a logical reason as to why a 19 year-old intern for Stark Industries shouldn’t go to a Gala- it could open so many doors for him and it was a rare honor- but you knew things that Peter didn’t. To be more exact, he didn't know the things you were keeping a secret from him.

You had known about the Gala before Peter had even mentioned it because you had been invited yourself, not as a Stark intern, but as an Avenger. You had only found out you had abilities a few months ago when you had been bitten by a radioactive spider. Later you had been discovered by the group, but managed to have your identity remain a secret. 

It’s not that you didn’t trust Peter enough to tell him- you were going to tell him- just not yet. You needed more time.

This Gala invitation felt like Tony Stark was purposefully trying to ruin your life, despite the fact that you had never informed him- or any of the Avengers for that matter- that you and Peter Parker, his intern, were dating.

“Of course I’m gonna go!” He said. “Mr. Stark invited me. This is big for me, Y/n. And... guess what?”

“What?” You asked, not particularly enjoying where this conversation was headed.

“I have a plus one.” Peter said.

Of course he did.

“Oh that’s awesome, Pete!” You smiled, beginning to walk in the opposite direction once again. “I’m sure May would love to go!”

Jogging to catch up with you, Peter grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you back.

“May?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why would I ask May? I want you to go with me.”

Looking at your boyfriend, you felt so guilty for lying to him. He was the sweetest person you had ever met and as he smiled at you, hopeful to have you on his arm at tonight’s event, you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him.

“I’d love to go, Peter.” You said. “Pick me up at seven?”

“Yeah- wait.” Peter said quirking his eyebrows again. “How did you know it was tonight?”

Shit.

“Oh!” You chuckled. “I... I don’t know why I figured that. So... seven?”

Slowly nodding his head, your boyfriend nervously chuckled. “Yeah, seven.”

“Okay!” You exclaimed, leaning in to peck Peter’s cheek before pulling away. “I have to go meet my professor. See you later!”

And with that you took off in the other direction, your mind filled with worries about tonight’s event, planning ways in your head to keep your double life a secret from your boyfriend. As you did, Peter watched you walk away, still glued to his spot sensing that something just wasn’t right.

-

Clipping on your earrings, you heard the sound of Peter’s knuckles meeting your door, lightly knocking. Pulling the door open, your eyes met Peter’s and you smiled.

“What do you think?” You asked, gesturing at the dress you were wearing.

You watched as Peter’s jaw practically dropped and he reached out his hand for yours.

“W-woah.” He said in awe, a smiling reaching across his face as he pulled your hand, twirling you around. “You- you look so beautiful, Y/n.”

Despite the anxiety that you were feeling about the night ahead of you, you couldn't help but smile at his compliment. No matter how often he called you beautiful, you still became a smiling mess every time.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Parker.”

He didn't. Standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice how much your boyfriend had gone out for the Gala tonight- adorning a a black tuxedo, his hair slicked in a way that you were sure was his Aunt’s doing.

“Since when do you have a tux lying around?” You asked, tugging on the labels of his jacket.

“I rented it a few hours ago. May picked it out.” He told you, resting his hands on your waist. “D-does it look okay? I thought it might look better than the old suit at-”

Pulling on the lapels once more to bring his lips to yours, you kissed him, quickly shutting him up as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Smiling and  pulling away you straightened out his jacket.

“You look amazing, baby.” You whispered. “Now let’s get going shall we, Mr. Parker?”

“We shall.”

-

Stepping out of the cab and onto the sidewalk outside of the museum where the Gala was being held, the thoughts that you had been pushing aside for the last nine hours suddenly came to the surface as your heart began to race in your chest.

How were you going to keep everything a secret? You hadn’t even told the other members of your group that you would be attending with your boyfriend... your boyfriend who didn’t know that you had super-human abilities or that you were one of them.

As Peter laced his fingers with yours, squeezing tightly before guiding you towards the building, you gave him a soft smile while all you could do in your head was attempt to haphazardly form a plan.

Stepping inside the foyer of the museum, it was clear that no expense was spared for the night. The room was filled with people you didn’t recognize, waiters with flutes on trays weaving through the crowd. The sound of the orchestra playing mixed with the sounds of the hundreds of conversations around you.

It was times like these that you weren’t so glad to have your abilities, the light of the chandelier glowing brighter in your eyes as your enhanced hearing tuned in on ten conversations around you.

Unlacing your fingers from your boyfriend’s, you pulled him closer.

“I’m going to go find the bathroom, okay?” You told him. “I’ll be back.”

“Already?” He asked. “Do you want me to wait outside or-”

“No!” You exclaimed a bit too excitedly before lowering your voice. “I’ll find you.”

Before he could say anything else, you pushed through the crowd of people, leaving the foyer of the museum to find an empty hallway. When you finally pushed through your last person, reaching an empty exhibit within the museum, you slumped against the all.

Why did you think this was a good idea? Although Peter would have initially been upset with you declining his invitation and Tony Stark would no doubt find it suspicious that you cancelled so last minute on his end, at least you would be spared from the nervousness you were feeling now as your hands became clammy and the air felt as though it grew thicker by the second.

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask.

Pulling yourself away from the wall and glancing over your shoulder, you looked up to see Natasha Romanoff standing in the doorway of the exhibit.

“Sorry,” You said, playing with one of the bracelets adorning your wrist. “I can leave if I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay, kid.” She said, smiling. “I didn’t see you come in.”

“Yeah,” You said, chuckling. “That’s because I came with my boyfriend.”

Tilting her head, she smiled.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. So your boyfriend came with you?”

Although you knew what she meant, you shook her head.

“Nope,” You told her, popping the p. “I came with my boyfriend. He... he’s an intern for Stark. He thinks I’m here as his plus one.”

“... But you’re an Avenger?” She said.

“He uh.. he doesn’t know that.”

You felt guilty finally saying it out loud, confessing to your mentor that you had been lying to your boyfriend about not only having super-human abilities, but about being a part of the Avengers, risking your life to save others almost weekly.

Rather than lecturing you, she made her way over to you, leaning against the wall beside you.

“I can understand that.” Natasha said before sighing. “But... I also understand what it’s like to live a double life, Y/n. You can’t keep living like this. It’ll make you sick and at some point you’ll lose yourself in the two.”

“But how can I tell him?” You asked, turning to face her. “I’ve been lying to him for so long and he’s just so sweet, Nat. He’d be so worried about me if he knew.”

“You said he’s nice, right?” She asked, smiling as you nodded. “Then tell him. He’ll understand and if he doesn’t... at least you’ll feel better because right now you look like shit.”

Scoffing at her insult you elbowed her. “Thanks, Nat.”

Patting your back and shoving herself off of the wall, she laughed. “What am I if not honest?”

Before you could throw her another snarky comment, however, you watched as she strolled out of the exhibit, heading back into the Gala.

Letting her advice sit with you, you knew that she was right. You had never been as stressed as you were hiding your identity from your boyfriend. You were actually less anxious fighting bad guys than when he would go to grab a pencil from your drawer where you kept your web shooters when the two of you were studying.

You had to tell him- if not for your sake at least his own.

You were afraid to tell him, but Nat was right.

He deserved to know. He was your boyfriend and one of the most kind, honest and understanding men you had ever met- he deserved to know what his girlfriend was up to every night and even the danger he was putting himself in by choosing to be yours.

You decided then that you were going to tell him... except not tonight. Tonight was his night- the night where he finally felt like an appreciated member of Tony Stark’s staff- and he didn’t deserve your limelight ruining it.

Straightening the dress you were wearing, you made your way out of the exhibit and back into the expansive foyer of the museum. Tuning in your hearing, you looked for your boyfriend, but when you heard his voice muffled with Tony Stark’s... it was too late to turn around.

“Y/n!” You heard Peter call. “I’m over here!”

Taking a deep breath, you waved back to your boyfriend, forcing a wide smile onto your face. Striding over to Peter, your eyes met Tony’s whose quickly went wide as he pieced together the situation in front of him.

Before he could open his mouth, however, you extended your hand to him.

“Mr. Stark!” You exclaimed. “It’s so nice to meet you. Peter’s told me so much about you- I’m a huge fan- really.”

Slowly taking your hand and shaking it tightly, he quirked his eyebrows, staring at you for a moment before turning back to Peter.

“Parker,” Tony said, pulling his hand away. “if I knew you had a girlfriend like her, I would have promoted you sooner.”

You felt Peter’s hand wrap around your back to rest on your waist as he smiled brightly.

“W-well thank you, Mr-”

“You know,” Tony said, cutting him off. “I just can’t get over it. She looks exactly like this girl I know. What did you say your name was again?”

You should have figured that Tony was going to give you a hard time.

“Y/n.” You told him, through gritted teeth.

“Y/n...” He said your name again, before chuckling. “God I almost feel like I’m talking to her-”

Before he even had the chance to finish his sentence, however, you heard the overwhelming sound of the glass window that spanned the length of the room shattering behind Tony. Turning your attention to the area, you watched as a large robot-like creature climbed its way into the foyer, kicking it’s legs through the remaining wall. Behind you the crowd of people began to erupt into screams as they rushed out of the doors of the museum. 

“Holy shit!” You shouted, stunned by the android.

At your side you felt Peter’s hand grip yours and when you turned around to face him, you watched as he attempted to pull you in the other direction towards the door, tugging on your hand.

“Y/n, we have to get out of here!” He exclaimed.

You had hoped you had more time.

You had hoped you would be able to break it to him nicely.

But as you turned back around to see Tony Stark’s Iron Man suit forming around him and the robot stepping inside the building, you knew you were out of time.

Pulling your hand out of Peter’s, you watched as a look of betrayal washed over his face.

“I can’t Peter!” You shouted, reaching your hands behind your dress.

“What? What do you mean you can-”

“Are you in or are you out, Y/n?” You heard Tony ask.

Glancing between him and your boyfriend, the sound of the robot destroying tables echoing throughout the room, you nodded at Tony.

“I’m in.”

“What do you mean you’re in-”

Ignoring Peter, you undid the laces on the back of your dress, the fabric falling to your feet.

You were thanking yourself for choosing to wear your shorts underneath your dress right about now.

“Good.” Tony said. “Your suit’s coming in three.., two...”

Stretching your arms out, you felt as the high tech machinery of Tony Stark’s  “spidey suit” for you met your skin. The material stretched across your body, covering your skin until it finally reached around your face, forming your mask.

Turning to look at your boyfriend, you saw his eyes go wide, his mouth practically dropping to the floor.

“What... Y/n-” He stumbled over his words.

Picking your dress up off the floor, you shoved it into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Peter, you need to get out of here!” You shouted over the sound of destruction in the background.

“I- I-” He continued, still glued to his spot. “You’re Spider-Woman?”

“Hey!” You heard Tony shout. “Save the Soap Opera for after we stop this thing!”

Glancing back at Tony and then to Peter, you gently shoved Peter in the direction towards the door.

“We’ll talk about this later!” You shouted, jogging backwards. “Just get out of here!”

Without turning around again to look at Peter’s face, you shot a web towards the android, flinging yourself towards it. When your web met the android’s chest you landed a swift kick to its head before shooting another web, spinning yourself around the android’s body.

“Shit!” You shouted. “This thing’s strong! Can someone help me out?”

As soon as you asked, you watched as a familiar shield came straight for the android’s head, dodging out of the way at the last second, it collided with its face, stopping the animatronic from moving its arms long enough for you to swing yourself around them, webbing them down at its sides.

“Thank you!”

As Tony continued to blast at its face, trying to get a reading on what this creature was, you shot a web towards its waist, swinging yourself around its body once again.

“Taking out the legs, Y/n?” You heard Cap’s voice ask through the earpiece of your suit.

Huffing and Puffing, you replied. “That’s the plan!”

Pulling the webs that you had spun around the android’s knees tighter, you groaned, feeling the strain on your muscles. Just as you were about to lose your grip, the webs slipping from your fingers, both Steve’s shield and the rays from Tony’s palms hit the back of the android’s knees, knocking it onto the floor. Jumping off of the being at the last second, you landed on your knees.

Pushing yourself onto your feet, you heard the clicking sound of a door within the android’s torso opening. When you looked up, your eyes were met with a man who had a gun raised in his hand... pointed at you.

“Hey!” You called shakily, raising your hands. “We can talk this out.”

“Talk this out?” The man said. “I spent two years working on this-”

Before he could say another word, however, the loud clang of a platter meeting the back of the man's head rang throughout the room. When he fell to the ground, your eye’s met Peter’s who stood behind him, the silver tray in his hand.

“Peter?” You asked, tapping the side of your neck so your mask would retract from your face.

Dropping the tray to the floor, he doubled over, hands on his knees.

“That was...” He said huffing. “... so... cool!”

Rushing over to Peter’s side, stepping over the unconscious man’s body, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s back, listening as he wheezed. Knowing his aunt well enough to know that she wouldn’t let Peter leave the house without his inhaler, you slipped your hands into his pant pocket, pulling out the device and placing it in his hands.

As he inhaled a quick two puffs, his breathing slowly evening out as his airways opened up, you and him looked up to find the attention of the rest of the team on the both of you.

“Well,” Nat said breaking the silence, staring at the unconscious man on the floor in front of you. “I guess love really does conquer all.”

Hearing a chuckle settle over the group surrounding you, the next person to speak was Steve, stepping in front of Peter and reaching his hand out for him to shake.

Glancing between Cap’s hand and face, Peter straightened up, clearing his throat.

“Oh, wow.” Peter said in awe, shaking his hand dramatically. “M- Mr. Captain America, sir, I’m a huge fan.”

Smiling, Steve laid his hand on his shoulder.

“I can say the same about you, kid.” He said. “You gotta stand up for your girl- no matter how strong and capable she may be... I would know.”

Without saying another word, leaving Peter starstruck in his spot beside you, Steve walked away towards Natasha. Tony was the last to come up to the two of you.

“Well, Parker,” He said, tapping his wrist so that his suit retracted from around his body. “I gotta say- I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“T- thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter said nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I guess we can consider making you a paid intern now.” Tony said. “You saved an Avenger and now you get paid minimum wage- sound fair?”

Nodding his head smiling, Peter took Tony’s hand in his, shaking it. “Yes! Thank you, sir. You won’t regret it!”

“I know I won’t.” He said, pulling his hand back and stepping away from him. “And Peter?”

“Yes?”

“Be nice to her.” Tony said finally shooting you a wink before heading towards the rest of the group standing over the unconscious man.

Glancing down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers, you looked up at Peter.

“I’m so sorry for not telling you, Pete.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I was just so scared. At first I didn’t even know what was going on with me and then the Avengers found me and my life just got so crazy, but you always treated me like I was just me... I didn’t want that to change and I.... I didn’t want you to leave me once you found out.”

Taking your fidgeting hands in his, he squeezed tightly.

“You thought I would leave you?” Peter asked.

You nodded.

“Y/n, I- I would never leave you.” Peter said seriously. “Yeah, it’s super cool that my girlfriend’s Sider-Woman and you look... like... really hot... in that suit-”

“Peter.”

“But I love you.” He told you finally. “Not Spider-Woman- you.”

You weren’t able to help the smile that reached across your face as you listened to your boyfriend. You should have known that Peter would never hate you- especially not for something as cool as having super human abilities- and you almost wanted to laugh at yourself for worrying so much over it. In the end all that mattered was that Peter now knew and he chose to be with you anyway.

Taking your hands out of his, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a light kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“Thanks for being my hero tonight, Peter.” You whispered.

Smiling, gazing at his face you couldn’t help but notice the blush that began to rise to his cheeks as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh that? That was nothing.” He chuckled.

“Hey! Love birds!” Tony shouted from across the room. “The press has gotta be here any minute- better head out unless you want your face on the front page.”

“You’ve got it, Mr. Stark!” Peter called back, waving his hand.

Waving goodbye to the members of your group one last time, you laced your fingers with Peter’s guiding him towards the door.

“Got my dress?” You asked.

Pulling your dress out from behind a nearby vase, he continued his pace handing you the bundled up gown.

“Couldn’t forget that!”

Smiling you slipped behind a wall near the entrance, pulling your gown on. Without asking you felt Peter come up behind you, lacing up the back of your dress as you tapped your wrist, your suit retracting with your touch beneath the dress.

“I don’t know about you,” Peter said, tying the laces. “But I’m-”

“Starving?” You asked, laughing.

Stepping back from tying up your gown, he laughed. “Yeah, want to go grab some post battle dinner?”

Taking his hand in yours, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “How can I say no to that?”

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[whitherliliesbloom]

You follow the scent trail of sweet flowers...until you bump into a mysterious bijou girl with starspun hair and lustrous lavender eyes. Mysterious girl far from home: “O-oh- I’m sorry... The way you’re looking at me as if you want to d-duel... W-well, i-if you in-insist..”

@windupnamazu​‘s Pokemon!AU Illya headcanons under the cut! It’s very long, so hang tight! Note the headcanons may be subject to change or updates in the future ;w; Drawings and designs of Illya’s outfits by @rosepinkwol​.

Illya’s personality is about similar with her ffxiv canon verse. Shy, reserved, very sweet and gentle. But she’s considerably more cheerful in her pokemon au form and less emotionally volatile / depressed. She still does have some lingering emotional and mental health issues though, which will be covered later. 

She became a pokemon trainer primarily to explore the world and meet more pokemon. Dueling and beating others isn’t a real priority for her, though she still does it to earn money. 

While Illya bets pokemon dollars in normal battles with trainers she is unfamiliar with or in official tournaments, she doesn’t like gambling real money when battling with friends. Instead, she’d often suggest that the loser has to treat the winner to a meal.

Extremely good cook. You’ll never go hungry or be unsatisfied in the tummy if you go camping with her. Just don’t mention that you like spicy foods or she’ll almost always assume that you’d be able to handle the same level of spice as she does (pro-tip: you probably can’t). 

She smells like the most gorgeous mix of flowers - no thanks to her Comfey often playing with her hair and wrapping flowers around her. 

She takes pokemon welfare very seriously due to her upbringing and background. She thus has a habit of releasing pokemon she captured that she feels would either be happier out in the wild or are showing signs of stress in her care. That seldom happens though, due to how loving and caring she is towards all her pokemon - most of them end up becoming very attached and even protective of her.

In the same way, she never forces a pokemon to battle, evolve or do anything they don’t want to, even if they are strong. 

Illya knows a lot about pokemon care and the likes / dislikes / proper way to take care of different types of pokemon. Thus, she makes friends with pokemon a lot easier than she does humans.

The very definition of ‘gotta catch em all!’..... but only if the pokemon wants to be with her. She loves all pokemon, regardless of her personal tastes and will treat any pokemon she comes across with respect and care as long as they mean no harm to her. 

Knows basic first aid for both humans and pokemon. And much like in canon, her pain tolerance is incredibly high.

She’s very particular about money. Short-change her, and she’ll be very very cross. After all, less money means less treats she can buy for her pokemon. 

In general, she’s dainty and graceful... however she is a tad more clumsy in her pokemon au form compared to canon. 

Illya is the definition of gap moe: her sweet, cute and angelic demeanor causes a lot of people to underestimate her. When they challenge her to a battle, they are later shocked by just how ferocious and skilled she is as a trainer. 

Illya has become quite famous everywhere she travels - owing to her infectiously sweet, genuine and kind nature contrasting her ferocity and skill in pokemon battles. 

She’s extremely intelligent, observant and intuitive. She often stays on the defensive for long periods of time before she works out a strategy or her opponent pokemon’s weak points before going in for the (metaphorical) kill. Reckless trainers who don’t plan accordingly are the quickest to lose to her. 

She WILL order her pokemon to use stun debuffs on your pokemon (sleep, charm etc). And she won’t apologize for it.... until the battle is over. 

As stated, since Illya doesn’t especially care about dueling or becoming known as the best pokemon trainer, she often doesn’t see the need to challenge gym leaders to duels unless her friends urge her to, or if beating a gym leader is required for her to be able to advance in her journey. 

Illya’s an extremely good sport. She’ll congratulate you wholeheartedly if you defeat her, and will also wish you ‘good fight!’ if she beats you.

Gives the best hugs - especially to her pokemon. It’s not uncommon for people to see her giving group hugs to her pokemon after a particularly tough or difficult duel.  

Illya actually has a lot of pokemon, many captured but also many that she befriended and didn’t officially ‘catch’ until they decided to follow her home. She carries a fair bunch around with her, but also left a good number of her pokemon at home to live peacefull with her father. Of course, she only enters battle with 6 pokemon at maximum, as per usual pokemon battle rules. Relationships with her main pokemon team and other notable pokemon detailed below!

While Illya is generally not one to fuss too much about her appearance or fashion, she does care about making presentable. As such, she has a more colorful and varied self-made wardrobe in her pokemon au form than she does in canon. She does however, have a favorite outfit that has become trademark to her:

A loose cloak that is fastened either with a pin or buckle, and a long flowing scarf that sways freely in the wind as she walks. Underneath her cloak, she wears a knee-length dress with a sailor collar and elbow-length sleeves and black fingerless gloves. She often switches between various hair accessories such as flower corsages, ribbons and pins. However, her brightly colored hairbands are perhaps the most well remembered to those who meet her.

Some people speculate that her scarves were sewn from the fur that was shed from her Cinccino, hence how warm and fluffy that look. Her hip length pure white hair is wrapped against her neck when she wears her scarf. 

Illya’s trademark outfit in the pokemon au has two different versions: one that she wears in the spring and summer, while the other is worn in autumn and winter. 

Her spring / summer attire is lighter- both in color and fabric. Her baby pink cloak is fastened with a flower pin atop her pink and purple dress. Intricate flower patterns adorns her skirt, and she wears ankle-length socks and purple flats. She also wears flower earrings 

Her autumn / winter attire is made of thicker, warmer material - specifically her purple cloak which has a star print and is fastened with a buckle. Her dress is a darker blue in color, with constellation and star patterning around the edge of her skirt. There are rumors that the underside of her skirt shimmers like a starry night sky... but you’d have to be out of your mind to want to look up it to confirm said rumor. Instead of socks, she wears white tights and dark blue shoes. She also wears a star hairclip and earrings to go with her blue hairband. 

Illya does not like feeling cold, and thus usually travels around wearing her cloak and scarf... however, she will on occasion take them off indoors out of respect - such as when she’s eating a meal at somebody’s house as a guest. 

Illya was born to two loving parents - Cocona, a lalafellin woman who worked as a nurse at the nearest pokemon center to their home in a small, quaint town and Lachlan, an ex-pokemon trainer who retired shortly after having his name entered into the hall of fame, now settled down to live with his wife and daughter.

Cocona’s job as a nurse gave her a lot of knowledge on how to take care of pokemon, and together with her husband set up a daycare / nursery for both young and old pokemon alike, where they spent their days taking care of many different species of pokemom. 

Born under those circumstances, Illya was exposed to pokemon since a very young age, and began playing with and interacting with pokemon as a toddler. She also quickly learned to help around the daycare, learning more about each different type of pokemon and how to best take care of each of their needs. 

At age 9, her mother fell ill with a life-threatening disease, and in order to allow his wife to see the world before she passed on, Lachlan took Cocona away on a one year journey outside their hometown, leaving Illya alone with her aunt (Cocona’s younger sister) to take care of the pokemon daycare in their absence. Unfortunately, Illya’s aunt had a somewhat sour relationship with her sister, and was neglectful towards Illya, often leaving her unattended for extended periods of time.

Illya sought refuge and comfort from the pokemon she was tasked to take of, and for a long time, they were the only ones Illya talked to. She’d take the pokemon out flower picking, stargazing. She ate with them, slept with them and vowed to take care of them to the best of her abilities for the sake of her parents.

On a particularly terrible stormy night, the land surrounding her home became flooded with rainwater and seeped into her house. While Illya scrambled to keep the water out, her pokemon were thrown into a panic, and eventually one of the baby pidoves flew out and away from her home. Illya chased after the pidove into the woods despite the rain, the wind so strong that it caused her umbrella to be carried away into the wind. 

As she ran after the pidove, she slipped and tumbled down a hill, breaking her leg. Now injured, scared and alone in the middle of the forest, the young Illya cried for help, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain and thunder. With nothing but the darkness of the night staring back at her and fearing that a wild animal or hostile pokemon may be lurking about and attack her, Illya attempted to crawl her way back home, but the pain from attempting to stand up only causes her to collapse once more.

It felt like the entire world had abandoned her, and just as she heard a strange noise from the shadows and feared the worse, a mimikyu approaches her from the dark and sat by her, watching over her and shielding her with its appendages, as if to reassure her that it won’t let any harm come to her. 

She was found later in the morning by the people from the nearest town, who had gone over to her house to check on her only to find she wasn’t in, her pokemon panicking and gesturing towards the forest for the townspeople to look for her. The pidove was hold safely afterwards too, trembling as it took shelter in a tree. 

The incident left Illya well traumatized, and stemmed her own growing self-hatred and anxiety which would only grow worse as she grew to become a teenager. 

She doesn’t like talking much about what happened to her as a child, and she only ever mentions the incident to people she truly cares about and trusts. And if anybody were to ever upset her by being pushy and asking her about it when she doesn’t want to share, her Mimikyu would be the first to smack the offender in the head. 

Her main pokemon team underwent a few changes over the years, but for the most part now, it’s fixed and she rarely switches members of her party out for another pokemon unless she thinks it’s really necessary.

One of the first and oldest member of her current pokemon party. Illya and her Mimikyu are inseparable. 

Mimikyu had in truth been watching her since she was but a child, enviously admiring how happy her family and her pokemon in their daycare had been together. He had, on multiple occasions, attempted to show himself in order to be part of their family, but was always too cowardly to do so. He would always scurry away whenever Illya or her parents would approach, hiding in the shadows and only ever watching from a distance. He watched her even as she was left alone, and on the fateful night of that storm where Illya would find herself lost and injured in the forest, Mimikyu folllowed her.

Watching Illya cry alone in the rain, he felt a surge of protectiveness and compelled him to finally step out of the shadow to comfort and protect her through the night. Perhaps in that instance, he saw himself in Illya, someone who was scared, alone and just wanted to be loved. He could relate to Illya’s loneliness, and loved her for the way she would love and accept any pokemon, regardless of their appearance or strength.

Since that day, Mimikyu hasn’t left Illya’s side and is one of the most protective pokemon of her. 

Mimikyu can often be found sitting on Illya’s head when he’s out of his pokeball and traveling around with her. He will extend his appendage out to grab any food that she offers him, or even to swat away anyone who gets too close to Illya.

Compared to other Mimikyu, Illya’s Mimikyu isn’t at all aggressive towards Pikachu. It is however, very shy and embarrassed and will attempt to hide if it spots one. 

As Mimikyu only really cares about what Illya thinks, he won’t attack anyone who catches a glimpse of him under his disguise. But he will be very, very grouchy.

He gets along decently well with all her other pokemon, though it is sometimes jealous of how big and strong Corviknight is.

From a distance or as a shadow, Illya’s scarf often resembles the appendage Mimikyu extends out. Once, while the pair were out in the woods and Mimikyu was sitting on Illya’s head, it extended its appendage to grab hold of a treat Illya was offering it. A distant passerby who could not see clearly in the dark of the night mistook their silhouetted figure as being a monster - or a near and frightening mythical pokemon. The myth is still circulating to this day, and Illya has no idea that it had been caused by her and her Mimikyu.  

Mimikyu doesn’t like going inside his pokeball - not that Illya would force him to. He’d of course, prefer to spend time outside with Illya. He especially never leaves her sight while she sleeps, often snuggling up to her beneath the covers or otherwise making himself comfortable in her scarf that she set aside. 

He’s surprisingly, and scarily very physically strong - able to grab hold of other pokemon and even other people several hundred times larger than itself. He uses this to his advantage by grabbing people who get too close to Illya and shoving them away - and he’s not at all gentle about it. 

Comfey shares Illya’s love and passion for flowers and it’s not uncommon to see her Comfey drifting around her, weaving flowers into her hair as she walked. The scent of the flower crowns Comfey weaves makes people who wear them feel relaxed, so she often wraps Illya in flowers whenever the girl is feeling particularly stressed or uncomfortable. 

Comfey loves decorating hotel rooms and campsites with flowers she picks from the wild, and she seems to be particularly generous when it comes to giving out her flowers to others. Friendly, sweet and kind - it’s almost as if Comfey was an extension of Illya herself sometimes. 

Comfey is the resident healer of Illya’s pokemon roster, able to not only heal the ailments of humans but also the other pokemon. She is especially active when Illya is helping out at pokemon centers or giving first aid to others. When Illya is in pain, Comfey often goes into a tearful panic. 

Corviknight’s appearance almost always gives other people a heart attack. Nobody ever expects someone as small, cute and demure as Illya to have such an intimidating looking pokemon. But she does, and she is just as affectionate to him as she is with her other pokemon. Strangely, Corviknight seems to be very uncooperative to everyone except her.

Once lacking a flying type pokemon, Illya almost fell to her death after being pushed off a cliff. Corviknight caught her in midair and hid her under his wings after he landed, guarding her with a ferocious glare even as other humans attempted to check on her. Ever since, he’s ever a watchful guardian to her, glaring from behind her back even as she smiles sweetly at others. 

Corviknight also serves as Illya’s main mode of transportation when she isn’t able to walk herself. As Illya loves taking her time to explore on her own two feet, she tries to not overly rely on Corviknight... sometimes, it can’t be helped however - such as when she needs to cross large bodies of water.

Interestingly, Corviknight bears a striking resemblance in both his aesthetic and personality to a hyuran pokemon trainer of dark skin and black hair who has secret romantic feelings for Illya. 

Bellossom met Illya while the girl was traveling through a tropical area that has been haunted by rain clouds and dark skies for the past several days. Illya was first attracted to bellossom because of the flowers on her head, and had watched as the Bellossom danced and chanted, mesmerized when the rainclouds pulled apart and sunlight began to shine through.

The two quickly bonded, with Bellossom teaching Illya her sun summoning dance before finally, she decided to join Illya together on her journey.

She wasn’t exactly meant to be a part of Illya’s team, and for a while, she was but a mere travel companion. However, Illya noticed just how active and enthusiastic Bellossom was to battle - or perhaps she saw it as an opportunity to show off her dance to more people. Regardless, bellossom hence became a new member of Illya’s pokemon team replacing Cincinno. 

If it wasn’t obvious enough, Bellossom loves to dance. She is rarely ever seen not at least swaying to its own beat while she’s outside her pokeball, and she becomes very eager when other pokemon or humans show an interest in learning her dance. 

Evolved from an eevee that Illya had taken care of since she was a child, it alongside Mimikyu are the two most senior members of her current pokemon team and also the longest to have known her. 

Sylveon is a free spirit, much like he had been when he was still a baby eevee. He enjoys roaming about a fair bit, though he takes care to not stray too far from Illya. 

He’s very attached to Illya and much like other sylveons, understands his trainer’s emotional state well by wrapping his feelers around her hand while walking with her. Whenever Illya gets sad or upset, he often likes sitting in her lap, purring and nuzzling himself against her in an attempt to make her feel better. He also wraps his feelers around her in an attempt to soothe and calm her down whenever she cries.

Despite his adorable appearance, he’s actually very daring and fearless, never once backing down from a confrontation or fight with other pokemon even if they are multiple times his size or even if they are a type that holds an advantage against him. 

Illya’s Sylveon is also very attached to Alphinaud’s Espeon, nuzzling himself to espeon whenever Alphinaud has it out. 

Gardevoir was one of the latest pokemon to have joined Illya’s team. She is an extremely elegant, regal but also stoic member of the party. 

Like other Gardevoir, she is able to read the future - and it was through her prediction that she foresaw her meeting with Illya and prematurely approached her. She is also able to distort dimensions and create black holes, though she rarely ever does the latter. 

Much like Mimikyu and Corviknight, Gardevoir is extremely protective of Illya despite not having known her for as long as the others have and would not hesitate to expand her own psychic powers to her fullest if she feels like Illya may be in any sort of danger.

Though powerful, she doesn’t tend to like roaming about much and mostly stays within her pokeball unless Illya calls her out for food or battle. 

Gardevoir’s demeanor and headstrong personality reminds Illya a lot of her late mother, and perhaps there is some deeper reason for why Gardevoir herself feels such a strong need to protect Illya as if she were her own kin. 

Some of her pokemon are carried around with her as travel companions, only occasionally taking part in battles, while others are left at home to be cared for by her father.

TRAVEL COMPANIONS [to be updated as au is expanded on]

Vulpix: A male vulpix that Illya carries around and cuddles with during the winter or when she’s traveling through locations with colder climates. Out of all her pokemon who are not part of her main party of 6, vulpix is probably one of the most active and frequently called forth in battles that aren’t official tournament leagues or competitions. Illya also calls her vulpix out whenever fire is needed. He is brave and enthusiastic and hopes to one day evolve himself into Ninetales. 

Dragonair: A gentle male dragonair that Illya caught near a lake one day during clear skies. It had dragged her into the sky and allowed her to ride on his back, soaring high into the clouds before dipping back down towards the waters. However, Illya lost her balance and fell into the water. He still feels bad about it to this day. He likes to curl around her to sleep.

Cinccino: A playful female cinccino who evolved from one of Illya’s minccino that she has been caring for as a child. She was once an active member of Illya’s party, but now is more of a travel companion who rarely ever battles now. Some people believe that Illya used the fur shed from Cinccino’s scarf to sew her own trademark scarf that she’s seen traveling around with now. 

Rowlet: Though Illya gets along with many pokemon in general, birds in particular seem to be very fond of her. This male rowlet followed Illya as she was traveling through the woods and eventually became a part of travel party. He doesn’t see very many fights but he does love to cuddle and is very affectionate towards not just Illya but other pokemon and trainers.

Alcremie: A shy female Alcremie who offers sweets to new friends she meets. Illya often has reservations about eating the cream and berries secreted from her, but after being assured that it doesn’t at all hurt her Alcremie and that it’s offering of sweets is a sign of affection, Illya has started learning to indulge more in sweet foods more and more. Illya doesn’t have the heart to tell Alcremie she prefers spicy food, though. 

Trevenant: A female trevenant that attacked a woodcutter that Illya saved while traversing through the forest. Convinced at first that Illya intended on harming the forest, it proceeded to trap her in a cage of trees until she was finally convinced to release Illya after witnessing the way Illya refused to let her vulpix burn the trees down just to escape. She follows Illya around and holds a lot of respect for the way Illya cared for nature and the environment. 

Hatterene: A reclusive Hatterene Illya met during her travel. She once hated Illya, chasing her by emiting a strong psychic aura much like she does with other strangers. Upon sensing Illya’s lack of hostility and own gentle soul however, she eventually calmed down enough to allow Illya to approach. She is very moody and temperamental.

NOTABLE POKEMONS AT HOME [not including pokemon that belong to Lachlan or pokemon that belong to other people being taken care of]. List is NOT exhaustive!

Cleffa: A female cleffa born from Cocona’s retired Clefairy. As Cocona passed away shortly before cleffa was hatched, Illya became her owner / trainer instead. Though cleffa wishes to someday be a part of Illya’s team, grow stronger and evolve herself, Illya hasn’t quite allowed herself to let go of her mother’s death, and hence prefers to keep cleffa safe at home. It’s one of the rare instances where Illya has explicitly gone against a pokemon’s wishes, even if out of a genuine love and protectiveness of it.

Musharna: A female Musharna that eats the nightmares of Lachlan and any guests who come to stay over at their house. She sleeps a lot and frankly cannot care any less about battling. 

Chimecho: A male Chimecho that Illya caught and took along with her on her journey for a while, before leaving him at home with Lachlan. He likes hanging himself to the roof of the house and swinging in the breeze. Not hearing chimecho’s wind chimes tells Lachlan and Illya that something is wrong. 

Azurill: A male baby Azurill that Illya rescued. He is very timid and lacks a lot of confidence. He wants to get better at doing battle, but still has a lot of training to do before it can get to that point. 

Beedrill: A male beedrill that was evolved from a weedle - the very first pokemon Illya ever caught in the wild on her own. She’s trained him personally as she grew up, and he saw many of her clumsy behavior and less experienced days. He’s sort of retired now, spending his days keeping the more rowdy pokemon in the daycare in check. 

Theme songs

If pokemon au illya were to have a theme / ost track, it’d be this lovely re-orchestrated track of the Lacunosa Town Theme! It’s soft, peaceful and has a touch of melancholy which suits her perfectly. This, this and this remix also fits her and may double as her battle theme?

Illyanaud track mayyyybe? 

Legendaries / Mythicals??

I didn’t include any legendaries or mythical pokemons into her roster because lore regarding those are that they’re very very rare BUT if Illya were allowed to have a legendary and a mythical pokemon, she’d probably own a Cresselia and a Celebi! 

Cresselia, the Lunar Pokémon. Shiny particles are released from its wings like a veil. It is said to represent the crescent moon. On nights around the quarter moon, the aurora from its tail extends and undulates beautifully.

Celebi, the Time Travel Pokémon. This Pokémon wanders across time. Grass and trees flourish in the forests in which it has appeared. When Celebi disappears deep in a forest, it is said to leave behind an egg it brought from the future.

Shout out to Diancie, who is a close second choice solely based on the fact it’s design looks like what Illya would be if she herself were a pokemon. 

Relationships with other OCs / NPCs

To be added!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #illya skawi #headcanons #mine #the greatest treasures #pokemon au #ffxiv art #i looked over this post maybe more than fifty times now and #one half of my brain says this is long enough and nobody's gonna care to read it all #the other half is saying i should write more #THANK YOU SO MUCH KAI FOR THE ILLYA DRAWINGS #HONESTLY YOU'RE SUCH A SWEETHEART FOR MAKING MY IFFY DESIGN REQUESTS INTO A REALITY #i already have alphinaud's team planned out and what some of the extra pokemon he owns will be but #i don't have the strength...to edit graphics for him....

[startwithbrooklyn]

THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 27, 2019 // the poisoner

hi yall its been two full weeks since the last ep which means carson's been in jail for two weeks so on with the rewatch 🥳

-"it's all my fault" love how shes still making other peoples traumas about her

-"tell him yourself" of course the best advice comes from a woman here (yay adults!!)

-something about nancy not eating d/t stress + george's mom making food for her after being possessed (bc moms cook and nancy doesnt have one? idk)(carson makes meals but they always get interrupted thats a future ep bullet point lmaooo)

-that is a HUGE fucking cake lmfaooooo

-"she talks to my mom" think i mentioned this previously but something about george --> george's mom + bess & nancy /like victoria has this relationship with these girls who dont have moms, which is ironic bc victoria can barely be a mom to her own kids (& wondering if george is taking her mom for granted or jealous that she helps these other momless girls but not her own girls)

-"i'm the worst" again with the melodrama like can u stop 🙄

-"Hi." - this moment really made me ship nace honestly

-look at nick swooping in to take the heat for nance

-lmfaoooo w/ her fighting w/ herself like this to look it up or not (+ace stalking in the bg lmaoo)

-living for this side part of hers honestly

-"where you punched a bookcase near my head?" okay you were acting crazy too bitch

-BESS in the office 😂 the unsubtle queen

-"you okay?" 😔

-switching to the actual video footage of her recording was the perfect opportunity to have the killer close a laptop screen or something to make it look like they were watching 🤦🏼‍♀️

-okay real talk. someone PLEASE explain to me what owen, nick, and bess were trying to bargain/bribe ryan with during this whole conversation

-"you're not your father, are you?" oh foreshadowing my good and loyal friend

-so in all honesty when owen broke that ghost trap i thought it was connected to how tiffany had possesed george (bc she was a freshly dead new ghost looking for a body to inhabit) and that owen had been nearby when sebastians ghost popped up and just possessed owens lil body until he took over owen's chi and became "owen" just to make up for having died on the bonny scot combined with how everyone thought he was sus and thats why owen broke the ghost trap bc he was actually a ghost. but it turns out it was just foreshadowing his death and the agleaca 🙄

-love how intuitive owen is w/ bringing nancy food here like he just knows shes been neglecting it and wants to see her eat in front of him so he knows shes eaten lately

-ACE with the sneak over nancy on the obits drawing her to the claw 0/1 high card rules

-"i'm the reason another person gets killed" damn sis how many fucking times can u blame urself for someone elses trouble

-bess's little smirks with these obits are so inappropriate but so funny lmfaooo

-absolutely loving ryans manipulations against mom here

-i knew that couple who walked past her in the car were super weird but i would never have thought they were ghosts

-"hero of horseshoe bays friends" vs "theyre not my friends" 🥺

-LOVE how she takes her beanie off when shes not alone anymore 😂😂

-i get being-dragged marks but how on earth do u know peoples shoe sizes from eyeballing prints??? (i mean i know my shoe size but if theyre limited stock then i get what i can get u know)

-i ship george/her crowbar

-"i failed my drivers test the first time i took it" okay bitch so did i lmaooo i didnt get ice cream tho i just got screamed at

-yes dr. nick show me that chemistry Phd

-wish claire would have gone into more detail about what fascinates her about heroes (false pretenses maybe? exaggerations made by press? wishing to strip heroes of their power by taunting them with perfect crimes? she probs did get off on getting away w it lmaooo not funny tho)

-okay. i can safely say claire would be me in this scenario with modified rare ass poison, a short list, and somehow getting away with it for years

-how does claire not notice her ring being taken??

-PRO FRIEND GRABBING THE PURSE GEORGE

-so actually george had the chem degree here, nice

-george + that hand on nancy's leg 😌👌🏻

-as a mom lucy must be so pissed here, "WHAT are u doing dying right now?? after all i went through to keep u alive?? unbelievable"

-love claire's instant fake limp at seeing ace lmfaoooo

-you did a good job. 💙

-i like how bess fusses at the end to make up for missing the drama

-"i'll sit this one out" nick says that in ep 2 bc he misses the morgue caper, then george misses the lilac inn sneak, (#saltcircleprobs) then ace misses the seance and now bess misses the poisoner 🤷🏼‍♀️ #justnoticingthings

-"why do you always show up?" what a fucking bitch slap lmfaooooo nancy is literally the worst sometimes 😂 like first the constant pity party of "all ills in the world ever are all my fault" and now literally sassing the people who helped u when u didnt deserve it by asking this rude ass question in the RUDEST WAY POSSIBLE?? nah sis lmaooo

-loving her hair here tho (her half up half downs are the best)

-"she found me though. when i was dying." 💙

and lastly

-"what are friends for?" LMFAOOOOOOO NICK U FUCKING SAVAGE good on u for reinforcing ur boundaries and not falling back in with the toxic ex 😌🙏🏻

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

[shadow--writer]

I Heard That you Fell in Love or Near Enough

hm yes TITLE :D (mmmm slowed my beloved). Look a way longer chapter because we’re setting up some fun foreshadowing and I just went nuts with internal dialogue. So much fun with this lmao. It’s v chaotic 

Maeve x Lucas. From bad to worse. 4.5k (we arent gonna TALK ABOUT IT)

TW (more squicky than anything): mention of blood, robbery, LOTS of language 

@dela-png

To say today was a terrible day was the understatement of the century. 

First she didn’t get any sleep due to some noise going on close by. Of course it had to be loud on the first day she was actually willing to sleep in mm say...two three days? So she was even more irritated in the morning. 

Then of course after eating she went downstairs and screamed so loud she broke her soundproofing charms.

Fan-bloody-fucking-tastic.

She kicked at the broken pieces of what used to be one of her tables. Looked like someone took a running jump and broke it. 

And to top it all off she had been robbed. 

She let out a frustrated yell, muffling it by biting down on her knuckles. 

“Gods and stars fuck,” she snarled, stomping her foot once as she tried to think things over. There was paint. 

There was paint everywhere.

And don’t even get her started on the blood.

Bloodied handprints! All over her front door! Smeared along with the paint.

“And what the fuck is with this W?!” She spun to look at her back wall, palms open. Blue paint. Like her tattoos. She rubbed her arms as she moved closer to look at it. 

Crescent spots. A W. What was this? A threat? 

They left a calling card of course it was a threat. But why against her? Did she do something? Not that she remembered. 

Was it to get to someone?

But who? She had cut off everyone who tried to get close besides the kids. And she doubted someone would go to...these extremes to get back at a child.

Maybe she did something. 

But even if she did, what did these even mean? Wouldn’t it be more effective to threaten someone who recognized the markings? 

Ugh it was giving her a headache. 

She moved to her trashed backroom, grabbing a cleaning bucket and a rag. Taking the green handkerchief from it’s hook and rolling up her sleeves she knew it was going to be a doozy of a day. 

And of course, with her luck, her lucky stars, it got worse. 

~~

She collapsed against her counter, now covered in blood and so much fucking blue paint. They had painted those damn animal print spots all over her fucking clinic. 

AND they had stolen the medicines she kept locked up! Including the herbs she made them from!

Oooh if she ever got her hands on the thieves she was going to make them regret laying eyes on her clinic. String them up she would. Might even skin them like a fish if she was in the mood. 

Oh great she’d have to go to the market as well. Sure she was now out of food. She had been meaning to go. 

But fucking hell did she not want to. 

She adjusted the green handkerchief (it...stopped smelling like him), cleaned her paint stained hands down the front of her skirt and steeled her nerves.

Oh she hated going to the market for many many many reasons.

Reasons she was not going to go into.

Grabbing her basket and muttering to herself angrily, she slammed the door to her clinic shut, locked it and then stared. 

“...they’re going to come back. Dipshits won’t stop. Not after one night,” she huffed, resting her palms on the door.

Locking charms. Right. 

Aislin taught her this one. 

Breathing in and holding the air, she willed her magic to life. A gentle warmth settled across her skin, small locks appearing at her fingertips. This didn’t take energy from her, she pulled from the air around her. Aislin’s magic was more wind and air stuff so this was easier for her younger sister anyways. Much stronger than Maeve’s locks. 

Speaking of, thank goddess her charms held. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if whoever stopped by had managed to get into her house. 

Stepping away to admire the fading glow on her door, she nodded, satisfied. There. Those would have to do. She might need to update her soundproofing charms though. 

Who knew the neighbors didn’t like it when patients screamed? The things you could get away with back home. 

Stepping away from her clinic she made her way down the street. 

Maybe if she tried a disguise spell so she wouldn’t be bothered…

No, that wouldn’t work. She was shit at disguise spells. No one in her family was good at them. Last time her Seanmháthair tried she grew a fake beard and it didn’t go away for a week. 

...fine she would just suffer then. 

It’s not like once she got there anything could possibly get worse. No sir. Only being fucking robbed and then having to deal with the market. 

All she had to deal with for today. 

Letting out a sigh she walked into the market. It didn’t take her long to start gathering medication and plants. Of course they were backwater stalls. 

But it’s always been like that. 

Feeling a bit lighter she started to hum as she went through her mental checklist. Still didn’t have aloe, the asshats stole her entire fucking plant. 

...she also didn’t have anything to make lunch.

Great. 

She opened her eyes, turning around to go look for something to eat, letting out another small sigh.  

And there was Lucas. 

She choked on her sigh. 

Why oh why did he have to be there today of all days. She couldn’t even go back home! She needed something to eat (thinking about it now she hadn’t eaten in quite a bit) but noooo. 

So why did all those stars and spirits above decide today would be a good day for him to come to the market as well?

Sometimes she wondered if some deity had it out for her.

She turned to quietly sneak away.

“Thumb- Maeve?”

...oh fucking fuck. 

She forced a smile, slowly turning back around. Mmmm so this was how today was going to go. Fucking fantastic. “Giiiiant.”

...too informal, too informal. Abort mission.

He flinched a little at the nickname. Ah yes, this is definitely how she wanted her afternoon to go. This was perfect. So wonderful. 

She was going to fight whatever star had been assigned to watch over her and her fate.

“What are you doing here?”

Wow it wasn’t obvious? “...shopping. What else would I be here for?”

“Shopping for what?”

Oh she did not like his tone. Her eyes narrowed. Her basket swung off her wrist as she placed her hand on her hip. Sure maybe snapping at a seven foot tall man who was still fairly hurt and mad at her (for good reason) was not the smartest thing she could’ve done but…

She was in a terrible mood and ready to just go home and call it a day. Of course after she actually got what she needed for dinner. And actually eat something.  

“Do I have to tell you anything?” she huffed. “I am here to get something to eat for dinner and herbs to make more medication? There? Is the marketplace police happy?”

His eyes widened. “O-Oh! Didn’t mean to come across…” The softness and the...actual innocence of the apology sent her reeling. Then, as her luck would fucking have it, he seemed to remember he was still mad at her. “...sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, moving to look past him. Fine. This was fine. She just needed to get something for her to eat. Maybe something for Tehi. The old bat would kill her if she went hungry. 

Maybe she herself could deal without dinner. 

Her mood soured even more when she spotted mortal enemy of Maeve #1. 

The fruit stand guy. Malory. (it was a very unfortunate name)

Malory’s eyes narrowed when he spotted her. “Well well well, if it isn’t the little thief.”

She shifted away from Lucas, glad she now had someone to direct her building frustrations to. 

“I am no thief, you just want me gone!” she sneered, glaring at him. “You accuse me of taking things and then try and get me arrested! Every time I come here! Without fucking fail! Aren’t you tired of it?!”

“I will never be tired of it until I see the likes of you behind bars!”

“Unfuckingbelievable!” She threw her hands into the air. “I am not a thief! It was an accident. Tehi was hungry and I paid for it!”

“Your little bat has it out for me! And her owner is no prize either.”

She gasped in offense. “You fucking dickjerk ASSHOLE!” Her footsteps were loud to her ears against the rush of blood. Oh he got on her very last nerve. EVERY TIME! She jutted a finger at him as she growled. “I. Did. Not. Steal. Your. Shitty. Merchandise!” Well that was a half lie. His produce was quite good. 

It’s why Tehi stole from him so much. 

All too bad the guy selling was a balding old man who had it out for her. A vendetta! 

“Malory you are a slimy weasel who has no idea what he’s fucking talking about! Tehi was hungry. I caught her and I paid for the few grapes she had stolen. What else do you want?!”

“For you to go to jail!”

She was on the verge of fighting him. 

This close. 

“For the last time,” she snarled, stomping closer as she felt her skin heat up with her rage. She slammed her hands on the counter of his stall, opening her mouth to snap back. The others around went quiet with the show they were getting. She. Was. Going. To. Kill-

The ground under her feet was all of a sudden not under her feet. 

And she was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Like a sack of flour. 

“Put me down! I demand it! Right this instant!” she yelled, smacking the back of the person who had picked her up. 

Gray shirt. 

Oh fucking hell. Today was just not her fucking godamned day. Maybe if she became a hermit things would go her way in the luck department. 

“Lucas set me down!” 

“Maeve as angry I am with you I don’t want to watch you murder someone and then get sent to jail.”

“Well he would fucking deserve it!”

“Murder is still murder no matter how much he deserves it.”

She sulked, propping her face up with her hand, elbow resting on his back. “I thought you hated me.”

“It’s broad daylight. Very least do it at night.”

“Killjoy.”

She and Malory glared at one another. “Fuck off,” she sniffed, lifting her hand in a very vulgar gesture. 

“Maeve!”

“Guards! Guards! These two stole from me!”

“FUCK YOU TOO, MALORY!”

“Maeve!” 

She kicked her legs. Didn’t Lucas like, hate her? This was the first time they saw one another in weeks and it was a total fucking accident. 

“Put me down!”

“...you’re going to give the guards a reason to arrest you if I do.”

“Yeah? He would FUCKING DESERVE IT!” She yelled the last part at the fruit vendor, still flipping him off. “Droch áird chúgat lá gaoithe! Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois! Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhroma!”

“Maeve what the hell are you saying?”

“Droch chrích ort! Droch chrích ort!” she said, waving her arms. “Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort!” 

“Maeve I have no idea what you’re saying but watch your language.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “If I want this asshat’s house to fall on him I will tell him such!”

“...you said what?”

“You heard me! Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort! Fucking bastard.” She sneered at Malory, who was still calling for the guards. Who were coming around.

Quickly. 

Ah fuck. 

And goody for Lucas, he was now an accomplice. 

Meaning she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him. 

Though judging by how people gave him a wide berth it wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing. Maybe she’d actually be left alone. (but why did people look so skittish? And then there was the anger? What the fuck did he fucking do?!)

“...shall I escape with you or do you want me to leave you behind?” He was still hurt. She could hear it.

But this was a short truce. 

She sulked, falling limp. “Fine. Carry me away. Just to a hiding spot. You can hide in one of the alcoves down the street if you hurry.”

“...thank you for the tip.” His voice was just dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well I’m sorry if I do this every other week and know what I’m doing!”

“You’re also tiny! You think I can fit in an alcove?”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! Just set me down and let me get arrested! Save yourself.”

“You know I’m not gonna do that.”

“Oh you hate me anyways,” she groused, her filter was coming completely off as he moved quickly through the market. Guards shouted after them as he dodged the crowd. “Why not just abandon me?”

“Stop being dramatic, I'm not abandoning you.”

“Hmph you didn’t even touch the hate me part.”

“Just because I’m saving your ass doesn’t mean I’m not mad.”

“Ah! So you do hate me!”

“I never said that.” He didn’t elaborate, only tapped his fingers lightly on her thighs. 

She squirmed. “Hey buster watch the hands.” 

“Nervous tic.”

Even with his defense he didn’t stop. Little bastard. 

She kicked her legs a little as he ducked into an alleyway. It wasn’t what she recommended but oh well. 

“Hey stop that, you’ll get us caught,” he huffed as she tried smacking his nose with her heel. He shifted out of the way. 

“Put me down.”

“If you promise to be quiet I’ll put you down.”

“...fine.” She didn’t promise. 

He set her down, she huffed and dusted off the front of her skirt. 

“Malory is a fucking dick,” she muttered. 

“I thought you promised you’d be quiet.”

She stuck her tongue out at him again, getting more irritated by the second. “I never promised that. Only said ‘fine’.”

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t be a child.”

“I’ll have you know,” she snarled, pointing a finger at him. He almost went cross eyed staring at it. “I have had the shittiest fucking day today and seeing you has done nothing to improve my mood or overall day so thanks a fucking lot.”

“...you’re really going to blame me now?”

“Well I do not appreciate being picked up and thrown over your shoulder when I had the situation under control.”

“You were going to kill him.”

“I was and as I’ve said many many times; he would’ve deserved it.”

Lucas seemed to weigh what he would say next. She huffed, staring up at him with her fists at her sides. Damn him and his height. She was going to strangle the person that decided making him this fucking tall was a good fucking idea it made fucking arguing with him or even just ranting a pain in her neck. Literally. 

“Ugh!” she yelled, standing on her tiptoes to be at least a little taller. 

God fucking damnit she was just BARELY up to his shoulders now. He looked almost amused as she puffed up her chest a little. 

“You listen here buster,” she snarled, shifting so they were chest to chest. “I have had it up to here with the BULLSHIT I just had to put up with today!” 

His face was red.

Why the fuck was his face red?!

Excuse you sir, she was in the middle of a RANT here. 

And he was still fucking mad at her for the shit she pulled. Yeah sure it was to protect him. Yeah sure she should not be as close as she was to him at that moment. She should also not be ranting. She should also not have been robbed didn’t she lock her doors?!

Also why the fuck was he still adorable when blushing?! Unfair! She was calling bullshit! She was supposed to be distancing herself and her feelings to not feel attracted to him. But nooooo the gods and stars above just had to bless him with being so fucking adorble she wanted to kiss him. Oh stars and spirits she was not going off on a fucking mental tangent about wanting to kiss him. That was not going to happen.

Even though she was close enough to. 

Gods why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?! 

That’s it she was going to fight someone. 

“Hey! Are you listening?” she asked, they were now chest to chest. She was off kilter with being on her tiptoes, back arching to get a good look at him. God fucking- height. 

She growled, settling back down onto her heels. He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and that was it and that was the last straw.

She pulled him down by his ear, hissing through her teeth. “You listen to me here Lucas whatever-the-fuck your last name is.”

“K-Karimov.” He stumbled a little with the weird angle which she was holding him in. But somehow, the filter was off and so was her ability to care. 

“Thank you. You listen to me here, Lucas Karimov. I do not want to be stuck in this alleyway with you anymore than you want to be stuck with me. Today has had it OUT for me the whole fucking day!”

He seemed to hear something but she was too caught up in herself fuming to notice. “Maeve-”

“And don’t get me fucking started on what happened to me this fine morning-”

“Maeve!” He shifted out of her grasp. 

“-with my clinic and the mess I had to- MMPH!” He slapped his hand over her mouth, shoving her roughly against the alley wall, caging her in between his legs and resting his elbow beside her cheek. 

“Shut up,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder. 

She watched the guards run by their hiding spot, yelling about hearing something. 

His face was so close to hers, his breath tickling her ear as he murmured to her. “You’ll get us caught.”

She glared at him over his palm. He wasn’t looking at her. Her brows furrowed as she squirmed, but he held firm. He didn’t let go of her even as the guards disappeared. 

So she took matters into her own hands. 

Or well, between her teeth. 

So she bit down on his hand. Hard. 

He pulled away with a yelp. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand as he nursed his wound. 

“You...you bit me!”

She placed her hands on her hips. “You needed to let me go!”

“You bit me!”

“Indeed I did!”

“What put you in such a sour mood?” he muttered, rubbing the bite gently. 

“Hm? Bad mood? Me?” Her eye twitched a little. She was so done. She was actually ready to sleep for a million years. 

Fuck the nightmares he was starting to star in she was done. 

“Yeah! Me getting fucking robbed was great to put me in the best of fucking moods!” she snapped, pacing around the small space of the alley while she waited for the clear. 

She shocked him into a stunned silence. “You were...what?”

Her head whipped around and her eyes were deathly narrowed. Absolutely done. 

“Heavens and stars are ya deaf?” Oh no her accent was coming out. Fan-fucking-tastic her accent was coming out. “I was fuckin robbed! So I was not put in the bestest of moods today so you get to see me when I’m irritated. I know! I’m so fucking fun aren’t I?”

Who would’ve guessed having her clinic trashed and her things stolen then having to deal with both LUCAS and MALORY would put her in such a sour mood that she didn’t even care if half of her words were clouded by her accent?! Oh and being handled like a sack of potatoes REALLY added to it! Then being pinned…

Hmm okay being pinned against the wall by Lucas wasn’t the worst thing to happen to her that fine day. 

Even so she felt the tiniest spark of pride at biting him. 

Was she guilty over that? Surprisingly no.

Check back later. 

“Who...who robbed you?”

“Shit if I know! I’m sure that weird thing I found was a fuckin callin card though. Why do you care?”

“Calling card?”

“It was a pain in the fuckin ass to clean too! I don’t know where the hell they got all that blue paint to paint my entire back wall but they fucking did it! And then leaving the weird stains on my door. Blue and I don’t know probably blood. All and all it was fucking disgusting.” 

“...blue paint? What did they paint?”

She rubbed her temples. She did not have to share this with him. She did not have to share this with him. “Some weird crescent spots and a letter. Took forever to clean.”

Annnd she shared it with him.

“Spots? Letter?”

She cracked one eye open. “Yeah. I think they were either leopard or cheetah spots. Letter was a fucking W. And then they tried to break into my house and left bloody handprints! I had quite the scare this morning.”

All the colour drained from his face. 

“Blue...cheetah marks?”

“Did you just...ignore everything I just said? Yes! And blood! Like everywhere! They tried to break into my house and I don’t know why I am sharing this with you I should not be sharing this with you and I am going to regret this later but oh well I have no filter and I’m rambling.”

There was a slight anger swirling in his eyes. Barely contained. 

Even with how pissed she was it spooked her. 

What did he have to be angry about? 

“Were you hurt?”

“Does it look like I’ve been hurt?” He crossed his arms. She threw her hands into the air. “No! I have locking charms on my door. I didn’t hear them because of the sound proofing charms I have on my clinic and above that in my flat.”

Why the fuck did she just mention that?!

And she kept fucking going. 

This was it. 

If he didn’t hate her before because she rejected his kiss (like a fucking MORON. She did have a good reason for it (at least to herself. She was such a liar) but why oh why did she have to break things off with him. Granted if she kissed him that would’ve made things so much worse even though she really wanted to kiss him holy fuck she wanted to kiss him why was this hitting her now of all times when he was so close why was he so close and why did he look so scared and so pissed?!) he would definitely hate her now. 

Nice fucking going O’Connor. You did it. Messed up one of the only good relationships you’ve had in a while not just once but twice. 

Give the girl a medal. 

“Do you need help cleaning it up?”

“My tables are broken and I need to fix them and set them up again but I cleaned up this morning. All my medications and herbs were stolen. My tools. Stolen. My clinic? Fucking wrecked. Fruit stand guy? Tried to get me arrested again. You? Pick me up like I weigh nothing. So yeah. Having a great fucking day today.”

“...you are scary when irritated.”

“Oh and you barely scratched the fucking surface. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. SOMEONE!”

“Calm down Maeve the guards could hear-”

“I am not going to fucking calm down. I have bottled up everything for too fucking long. The only time I could sleep in peace was fucking ruined by my neighbors being obnoxious. And they bitch about me. So no a ghrá mo chroí, I am not calming down! You haven’t talked to me in weeks and now that you do you tell me how to feel and no. I am so done! I am done with you, I am done with Malory and I am done with the shitty fucking gods who decided creating me and giving me my fucking luck was a good fucking idea!”

Hold on. 

Did she just say that nickname out loud? 

The hurt on his face let her know that she did, indeed, say that out loud.

And he was taking it in the entirely wrong direction.

“...sorry.” His tone was deathly soft. 

Ah great.

Third times a fucking charm. 

“I...didn’t mean for it to come off that way. But you don’t need to curse me in another language.” Great, she hurt him again. As per fucking usual. 

Maybe he was right by calling her a trainwreck. Useless without him. 

Her voice cracked a little, hoarse from yelling. “Lucas-”

“The guards are gone now. I’ll...see you.” He was angry with her. 

Gods...fuck. 

“That's not what I-”

His expression was a mixture of hurt and anger. “I get it. You don’t like seeing me anymore. I was too...too much. Too much too soon. I understand. I overstepped again and I’m sorry.”

She brought her hands back to her chest as he moved out of the alley. “...if you go to your right and then down the first alley you should avoid the guards,” he whispered. “Get home safe.”

“Lucas I didn’t-” But he was gone. 

Her hands shook with both the raw snapping hurt of his words and just even more anger. 

“I didn’t insult you,” she snarled to the open air. “I said some dumb fucking shit by accident...a ghrá mo chroí.” It felt...right to say.

Because it was true.

He was her heart’s beloved. 

Even if he was a fucking dumbass. Shit, she was a fucking dumbass. 

Maybe she didn’t deserve love. If this was how it was going to treat her, maybe it was better if she just was...alone! 

Once again Maeve was off by herself. 

Hurting people she really liked because she couldn’t keep her dumb mouth shut. 

She muttered to herself as she picked her basket of new (if she found the perpetrators she was going to whoop their asses) medications and plants to make medications. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. 

She followed Lucas’ instructions after she ran into the guards on her normal way home. 

Damn you Malory you asshole.

With a sigh she arrived at her doorstep. His way added ten extra minutes to her walk. How fun. 

She peaked inside the clinic to see if anything else was destroyed but it was...cleaner than when she left it.

Her tables that had been turned over were set up again. There was paint and blood all over the tops of the tables but...they were up again. 

She ran her hands along the grooves, looking around. 

She stopped when she saw a small cloth bundle sitting on her counter. The string was a ribbon, and it was tied into a messy bow.

Her earlier bashes slowly dissolved as she stared at it. 

And that one lone butterfly fluttered to life. 

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maevas #my writing #maeve x lucas #I ordered 2 idiots in love #and delivered

[nctnight]

(college!johnny part three) < part one < part two

a/n: first half in italics is flashback! and i listened to d half moon by dean while writing this. listen to it and... enjoy c:

5:24pm

“what is this, Johnny?” you squint your eyes trying to hold your laughter. you are pretty sure that 70% of his body is covered in chocolate.

when you had opened the door to his apartment you didn’t expect to find him almost drowned in dough and flour. 

he grins sheepishly. “I was trying to make a cake for you, for your birthday,” he explains. “but it kinda exploded,”

you roll your eyes. “cakes don’t explode, what did you do?”

Johnny hands you a piece of paper and says, “the recipe Mark gave me.”

you laugh, not being able to hold it. he looks so lost, yet trying to keep his confidence. Johnny can’t help but laugh as well. that’s what you did to him. you made him light and happy, safe. like if he had a place in this world, and it was beside you.

“why don’t you take a shower and we’ll go to a bakery eat some cake and then we can celebrate my birthday at the pizza place.” you offer, wiping some chocolate from his nose. “we’ll invite Mark, Yeri, Haechan, Yuta...”

he nods and sighs. “well, at least I tried.”

“and I’m glad you did.” you chuckle, looking up at his face. he smiles cunningly. “what now? what else did you do? did you explode Mark too?”

“no,” he says, laughing. “I bought you a present.”

you gasp, hands flying to your mouth. “what is it? give it to me”

he shakes his head. “your birthday is only tomorrow,”

“I don’t care, it’s my birthday week, you can give it to me now,” you argue. he pauses a moment, as if pondering your request. you smack him in the arm, making him wince. “come on, you giant.”

“I am not a giant, you are the one who’s small,” he pauses, staring at your attempt at making puppy eyes. “okay, wait here.”

Johnny disappears into his room, leaving you with a knot on your stomach. whatever he had for you, you knew you would keep it forever. he showed up a minute later, his hand closed in a fist. “close your eyes, open your hand.”

you look at him questioningly but do as you are told. something metallic falls on your palm, and you can tell is a type of chain. “you can open your eyes now,” he whispers too close to your neck.

on your palm was a golden necklace. it had a small anatomic heart. “it’s prettier than that cliche heart and it looks cuter, anyway. I thought you’d like it. and I also printed a picture of us together and bought a frame, but I will give it to you tomorrow, no buts.”

you squeal and jump into a hug, not caring about the mess he was. “thank you so much. I love you.”

“I-I love you too, y/n...” he whispers, hugging you back. “you are my best friend.”

. . . 

[05:24 PM, 4/10/2020] mork lee: y’know u should talk to him…

[05:24 PM, 4/10/2020] y/n: who?

[05:25 PM, 4/10/2020] mork lee: you know who, y/n

[05:26 PM, 4/10/2020] mork lee: he’s coming up w the creepiest and most disturbing scenarios to why u r avoiding him

[05:29 PM, 4/10/2020] y/n: we won’t be friends anymore if I tell him

[05:34 PM, 4/10/2020] mork lee: I hope so lol

[05:34 PM, 4/10/2020] mork lee: just talk to him, k? you guys will sort it out

[05:41 PM, 4/10/2020] y/n: I’ll think abt it

. . . 

april 12th

it truly was a beautiful spring day. the birds were chirping, the trees were the prettiest shade of green, the sky was a pale blue. you decided to take a walk. spring break was coming around the corner and the truth was, you were going to miss your campus life. 

you had so much more freedom than back home. you had Mark, Haechan, Johnny. you hadn’t spoken to him since the party, four days ago. you were scared that you wouldn’t be able to say your farewells before spring break. he hadn’t texted you, so you were hesitant to take the first step.

you put on your favorite sweater and leave your room, earphones and phone in hands. you had to finish some essays due this weekend, but your mind was cheating on you with thoughts of him. it was frustrating and irritating. nothing seemed to make sense.

a sigh leaves your lips, as one of Johnny’s playlist plays through the earphones. 

your eyes wander through the landscape ahead of you: students leaving class—fortunately, you had morning classes and had your afternoons and nights free—, people speaking on the phone, exercising, laying on the grass to catch the last sunshine of the day. 

and there, a few meters away from you was Johnny. he was holding a pretty flower in his hand, his eyes locked on you. he smiled hesitantly. you pause your music, approaching slowly. “hey,” you say, giving him a small smile.

“hey, I was actually coming to see you...” he trails off, scratching the back of his head. he smiles again, taking a pause. “I think you’re keeping something from me, y/n. I’m not sure what it is, but I must be honest with you. I’m hiding something as well.”

you gulp, watching as he becomes a ball of nerves. you cross your arms over your chest. “what is it?”

“well uh...” Johnny pauses again and takes a deep breath “I-I was so scared when we became friends because you’re an awesome person and you understand me and my art, you know about all my dreams, my fears, but I d-didn’t tell you that I’m irrationally scared of being rejected,” he pauses, catching his breath. “you are too good, of course you’d reject me... and that’s why I didn’t confess to you when I first noticed that I liked you. but if I keep it in for too much longer I will explode,” he smiles awkwardly.

you felt your whole body going numb. your mouth went dry. your hand went to your chest, trying to calm your rabbit heart “w-what about Marie? why did you hooked up with her? was that to hurt me?”

“no! obviously not. it was something so dumb, and I’m sorry about it. I truly am and I understand if you want to stop talking to me after this, but the truth is that I tried to forget you with her,” his eyes look deeply into yours, his lips pressed in a thin line. “I know it’s a cliche, it’s just a dumb excuse. I admit it was something stupidly wrong to do, but I was not brave enough... now I am. you are my best friend but I want to be... more.” 

he looks away, playing with the flower still in his hands. “if you decide that you do not feel the same, I ask that you at least let me be your friend. I rather have you as my friend than not to have you at all.”

you bite your lip. “but, Johnny... I decided, a long time ago actually. I love you.” you chuckle dryly, remembering the party and how lost you are when it comes to Johnny Suh. his eyes widen, processing what you had just said. “I can’t blame you for being scared, because I was, too. but don’t try to cover up anything from me ever again, please.”

he nods, an anxious smile on his face—that same smile that has been giving you carnivore moths on your stomach for the past seven months. his fingers tangle into yours, your grin slowly widens. he’s so beautiful, it hurts, you think, but it’s a good hurt.

“this is for you,” he hands you the flower, a lilac tulip. “will you go on a date with me?”

you nod excitedly, accepting the flower. “what about a picnic?”

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #johnny seo imagines #johnny seo scenarios #johnny seo fluff #johnny seo au #nct fluff #nct au #nct #johnny

[notyetneedcoffee]

Soul Seer

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: None this Chapter, but later

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers. 

* * *

You stared at the locked door. The deep sinking feeling that you somehow royally screwed up made your stomach flop over. Sure, it was a nice conference room with interesting prints, comfortable leather chairs and carafes of coffee and water sitting full. You turned back to the tall dark wood door, a nice room with a nice locked door.  

Staring at the lock, wondering why you’d been brought here only felt mildly less disturbing than taking in the view. From this high in Stark Tower, you could see the massive devastation from the attack. Debris from buildings and alien ships created a horrific landscape. No one knew how many bodies there were under all that concrete. No one knew how many were human and how many weren’t.

It all seemed too much. Aliens. The sky opened up and aliens poured through a portal earlier in the day. The sun’s rays were just beginning to wane, but the day already lasted a lifetime. You’d been working, thankfully, in a laboratory in the middle of the 23rd floor. Apparently, your office was completely open to sky now. One of the techs said the Hulk smashed straight through and squashed a contingent of alien intruders with your desk.  

You glanced at the coffee, desperately wishing it was something stronger. You may not be much of a drinker, but a stiff whiskey would be good about now.

Instead, you stood and stretched to let go of some of the tension.  

The lock clicked and you spun to the door. Tony Stark walked in. Only he didn’t look the same. It wasn’t the tiredness around his eyes or the difference in his hair. It was his aura. The normal brilliant sapphire and energetic shots of indigo looked fractured by spidery veins of painful crimson and foggy white.  

He calls it your gift, you think it’s a curse sometimes. You could see auras, emotions, truth. You just saw more.  

“Y/N, if I need you to do something,” Tony spoke with his jaw so tight, you barely saw it move. “something difficult, something terrible, but something that may prevent events even worse than today from happening in the future, will you do it? I can’t explain anything more, and you can’t tell anyone. Ever.”  

You’d never seen such resolve from him. The weight of his request sat on your chest. It tasted like bitter coffee and tears. But underneath, buried deep, a flicker of hope pushed forth like winter crocus battling the snow to feast upon the sun. The generally driven, intelligent, yet jovial man you knew who craved instant gratification was gone. This was a different version, but Tony nonetheless, and he was asking for help.  

“You know I would. I don’t know what’s happened, but ...” You stopped, not know the words to convey the depth of the sorrow you perceived. Hot tears spilled from your eyes. Tony stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you. He held on tight for a moment. You clung to him, whispering “I’m sorry.”

He jumped back, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Come on, Miss Y/LN, time for you to get to work.”

Stark led you to a section of the tower you’d never seen. You didn’t have clearance. Although Stark, and even S.H.I.E.L.D., put your talents to good use, your exposure remained limited. This was Tony’s R&D floor. Glancing sideways at him, he made an over exaggerated shushing motion and you nearly giggled.  

At the end of the hall a wall of heavily armed men watched a door that looked more like the entrance to a high-tech bank vault. Likely it wasn’t too far from the truth. The men in uniform radiated aggression and fear, beating against you worse than heavy bass booming from broken speakers. Your steps moved a little closer to Stark.  

“Hey there, Red Dawn, I’m taking my specialist in to see the out of town guest. Make sure room service doesn’t bust in, won’t you?” Tony wrapped the armed man nearest the door with the back of his knuckles.  

“He’s in lock down.” The soldier shook his head.  

“Listen,” Stark’s voice went hard. “I’ve had a really shitty day, so I don’t want to argue with you. This is my tower, you’re still on my payroll, and until Fury decides to roll up and butt his nose in, it’s still my show.” He activated the biometric lock and motioned for you to enter.  

Inside a small observation room looked into another, empty except for a tall black-haired figure in green and black leather. He turned, staring at you with flaming green eyes. Your feet froze to the spot and your mouth went dry. In your sight, he shone like the terrifying fire of the sun.  

“Do not worry.” A deep voice rumbled from the corner. “His shackles bind his magic.”

“I saw him on the news. He’s the one.” Your eyes still did not leave the captivating gaze of the prisoner.  

“Loki.” Stark sighed.  

Your head snapped around. You expected rage, fear, wrath. Instead a mournful, tired resolve poured off of him. “I don’t understand. He just attacked us.”

“My brother is not himself.” An enormous man stepped out from the corner. You’d only seen pictures, but recognized him as Thor. However, he too looked different than the news clips from earlier today. You had to avert your eyes. He radiated a crackling white light. It was like an arch welder. He must have misunderstood. “Please, I do not mean to offend. Do not doubt. He will answer for his crimes.”

“It’s not that.” You got a better hold on yourself and turned back to him. Thor’s presences reminded you of high mountain running water. Fresh and vital. “I wasn’t expecting you and it was a little blinding.”

“The mystical vision thing.” Tony waggled his fingers in the air.

“You can really see the true nature of someone? See the truth behind the lies?” Thor asked, leaning forward and taking your forearm in his giant hand. His touch felt hot.

“Yes.”  

“What do you see when you look at me?”  

“We don’t have time for this.” Tony growled.

“You shine brighter than anyone I’ve ever met except for him,” You jerked your head towards the cell. “And the Ancient One who taught me to live with my sight.”

“Wait.” Tony cut in. “Ancient One?”

“When my brain tumor became terminal, I found her. She taught me to open up my sight, and by opening my sight somehow the tumor began to recede. It’s like I have to use that part of me, or it turns caustic.” You sighed, and gave Tony a small smile. “It sounds insane, but I always thought she was immortal or something. At least something more than human.”

“What of my brother?”

You looked, really looked, at Loki for the first time. Bright bluish silver bled to emerald in sharp spiky energy. It was not like Thor’s energy at all. It prickled like frozen fingers. Something else writhed around him, pulling at the more beautiful greens. It flowed from his head, deep violet and nearly opaque. Still, he stared at you with an unwavering glare.  

“What more is he?” You asked, not looking away.  

“Loki is a Prince of Asgard.” Thor began but you cut him off.

“Not that. I don’t know enough about Asgard to say for sure, but all people – all humans – have a similarity to them. He’s very different from you.” It just presented as a feeling. “He’s hiding his true face.”

“Uh, ‘cause he’s a liar.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“You can see that?” Thor breathed. “Can you see through his glamour?”

“Huh?”  Tony spun to look at Loki.

“I’m not sure.” Allowing yourself to open up a little further and trying to ignore the sensations assaulting your perception from the men beside you, the sight of Loki began to shift. A bit like a double exposed photograph, there were two in the same space. The handsome, dark and dangerous man with pale skin and radiant green eyes hovered just above the exotic being with patterned blue skin and red eyes. On his angular features, it was the most alluring thing you’d seen.  

“Blue.” You breathed. “Gorgeous.”  

“By the Norns.” Thor smiled. “This might work.”

“Speaking of which,” Tony took your hand. “You’ve got to get busy. I’m gonna let you in on the secret.”

You listened, having trouble believing even though you knew he was telling the truth. Today marked a crossroads. One direction led to half of everyone, everywhere, disappearing into nothingness. The other was unknown, but was the one path that may avoid that fate. Tony didn’t tell you details, but long ago you learned to suppress the curiosity when answers would likely gain you nothing and cause other people pain.

“You’re not the same Tony who brought me coffee yesterday, are you?”

“That was a long time ago, kid.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. Tried to sort it all out in your head. The last twenty-four hours changed everything. Nothing would ever be the same again. “What do you need me to do?”

“Something is influencing my brother’s mind. We need him to see clear enough to tell the Avengers what is really happening so that we may have hope to battle the true enemy.”

“Avengers?”

Tony rolled his eyes, “Us. You know, the mighty heros.”

“Alright.” You moved towards the door, but stopped when Tony grabbed your arm. “I have to go in there.”

“Then we will stay, as long as we can.” Thor nodded.  

Your hands felt numb as you reached for the door. The ridiculous thought that you were thankful you’d worn jeans instead of a summer dress skipped across your mind. You felt stronger in jeans and boots. You entered the room, immediately noticing the window was one way. Loki had been staring directly at you through a mirror.

His chin rose, but his eyes trailed down your body and back up again. The corner of his mouth curved up. “Nice of them to send me such a lovely mortal to entertain me while I wait.”

“My name is Y/N.”

“I don’t care.”

Moving closer to him, cautiously, “I shouldn’t be here.” You felt his interest pique. “But I wasn’t going to let them stop me.”

He lowered himself onto the bench with slow control.  

You took a step closer. “I am fascinated by what I see when I look at you.”  

“What would that be, little mortal? An opportunity? Do you wish to serve your King?” He purred, deep and seductive.  

“I see your brilliance, a life force like I’ve never witnessed.” A wicked grin spread across his face at your words. You now stood just of reach of his bound hands. “But there’s something unnatural clinging to you mind, dimming the shining aura you project. What can I do to rid you of this darkness?”  

“Darkness!” Loki hissed viciously, leaning forward. “You know not of darkness, foolish girl.”

“It clings to your mind, flaring like an angry beast as we’ve spoken. While you stared at me through the mirror it was calmer.” You told him. “I can see it. It not you, not from you.”

“You know nothing!” He spat.

“Am I lying?” You made a calculated guess. “You’re the God of Lies. Am I?”

He stood with blinding speed. You couldn’t help the flinch, but didn’t back away. Loki leaned close, tilting his head, examining. The movements were feral, predatory. He smelled of something like cedar and leather. Up close you realized he looked equally beautiful and deadly.

“How?” Loki hissed, and you felt his breath on you cheek.

“I see energies, auras.” You whispered. “I’m an empath, and somehow at times I understand even more.”

Suddenly Loki’s mind smashed into yours. Like rough fingers digging into nerve sensitive flesh, it flashed with pain and you instinctively retreated. You heard his mental laugh. The severity of the situation wouldn’t allow you to back down, though. Knowing you could not fight, you surrendered. Breathing in the pain, you relaxed and opened up on the exhale.

He paused, thrown off guard.  

Your eyes locked for a moment, before you closed your eyes and tipped your face closer to his. Again you whispered. “Am I lying?”  

Loki’s intrusion felt less brutal, more cautious. He dug through your triumphs, your pain, your loves and your shame. The world as you knew it ended today. There was no point hiding. Your life was small, insignificant, in comparison to everything that happened. Everything that could happen. If Loki needed to see your mind to be convinced, then you would lay yourself bare.  

You were lightheaded when he withdrew. Feeling cool fingers on yours, you opened your eyes. Loki’s face no longer held the fury from a moment ago. It’s been replaced with curiosity. “You are a very rare Midgardian. I thought all of your kind died out a thousand years ago.”

“Will you let me help you?” You clasped his fingers. His nostrils flared, the darkness failed around his aura, rabid and angry. “The fury you feel right now, that just happened, it’s not yours. Something happened to you. I just want to help.”  

“I am here to subjugate your people.” A tendril of something close to shame broke the fierceness of his voice. “How many died by my hand today?”

“Don’t know. At this moment, I don’t care.” You gave him a sideways grin. “Come on, I’ve shown you mine. Show me yours.”

Loki tried to scowl, but a small genuine grin split his visage. “You’ve seen pain, Y/N. However, such agonies exist in my mind that your mortal body would never survive.”

“Please, Loki.”

“I don’t know what you think you will be able to do.” He trailed off.

“If we fight it together, I can help you identify what action it – whatever it is – takes. Let me help.”

“There are things I know.” He worked his jaw. “Secrets I have.”

“I’m not here to take your secrets. Any that come to me I will keep.” You knew Stark was probably loosing his mind over that statement, but you meant it.

“I do not have the control for what you suggest while these things are on.” Loki turned and looked at the mirror for the first time. “I could tear her mind apart without proper control. My mind is full of very strong defenses.”

The door behind you opened and Loki scowled hard. Thor walked in.  

“New look.” Loki scoffed. “Doesn’t suit you.”

“If I remove your bindings, what assurance do I have that you won’t kill her and escape?” Thor frowned.  

“Your army of toy soldiers in the hall are not enough?” Loki baited Stark.

“Loki.” You placed a restraining hand upon his arm.  

He turned back to his brother. Many unsaid words stretched between them. Somehow, though, you knew they communicated their intentions nonetheless. Eventually, Loki’s eyes softened. “I swear on Mother’s life that I will do everything in my power not to hurt her.”

“And?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“I will not try to escape during this exercise.” Loki smiled devilishly.  

“Yeah, well-“ Stark began, but stopped when Thor reached for Loki’s wrists. “Whoa, wait.”

“Loki would never swear against our mother. Never.”

As the bindings came off, Loki rubbed his wrists. “Now get out.”

“Listen, Reindeer Games…”

“Out!”

Thor pulled an anxious Stark from the room. Loki extended his hand in invitation. You accepted and allowed him to lead you back to the bench. Straddling the seat, facing one another, he pulled you close so your knees touched.  

“You’re sure about this, little one?”

Every logical thought in your brain knew this was a bad idea, but your instincts knew it was imperative. “Yes.”

Loki’s long elegant fingers cupped your face, intimately as if he were about to kiss you. His skin felt cool against your flushed flesh. His eyes, now relaxed, danced with swinging emotions. You could almost see the battle raging within him.

“You may encounter a mental barrier before I consciously lower it. We may have to start again if that happens. I will do everything I can to resist the urge to lash out. Do not push if I’m fighting.” Loki instructed.

“Go slow. Stay low. Don’t be a threat. Got it.” Your lip twitched.  

“Alright.” Loki sighed. “I’ll show you.”

Time lost all meaning as images, emotions, memories and primal urges blew about your mind like debris in a maelstrom. You quickly recognized that your mind saw the true Loki with sharp edges, while the other manifested in your minds-eye like dark gooey slime. The slime tried to latch onto you as you tore it free, but it was slippery and you flung it away. It vanished.  

With determination, you mentally tore at the slime, wrenching it free of the pieces of Loki you contacted. Each touch making you feel fearful, disgusted, as it preyed on your own darkest instincts. Loki’s emotions and memories grew stronger as you pushed deeper into the storm. Images of worlds you’d never imagined, languages you didn’t recognize, people you’d never seen, you somehow knew through the connection.  

Exhilaration and mischievous glee melded with acute curiosity and joy.  

You pluck at one cluster of memory and Loki’s entire being roared. It vibrated painfully through you. The slime pulled, but you did not move, did not let go. The pain and anguish slashed out. You took it. You cried. The pain remained, but the screaming stopped. You mentally pulled the piece to your chest, wiping away the dark gunk bit by tiny bit. Each clean patch shown fresh and raw.  

Loki’s voice howled through your mind. You wept and offered what soothing you could.

Horrid images flashed. Torturous burnings, painful cutting spikes, an alien purple face.  

Piece by piece you continued. The agony retreated. Other memories came into focus, not all of them bad. Eventually, you could only pluck at the smallest remnants of the darkness that once covered everything. You felt Loki pull back, gently.

As you came back to yourself, you realized you felt Loki’s cool breath upon your neck. You held each other tight, your hands in his hair and his clutching at your back. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Tears, still flowing, poured from your eyes. Loki sighed almost imperceptibly.

You opened your eyes.

Standing there, staring dumbly, were most of the Avengers...including the Tony you knew from your time. The others were gone.

Moments later you were marched into a large, locked down interview room with a proper table and more chairs than it could accommodate.  

“These really aren’t necessary, brother.” Loki held his hands out as Thor connected the bindings. “I promise I will sit through your interview as long as (Y/N) remains here.”

You sat in the chair beside him and fought the urge to put your head on his shoulder and nap. Bone deep exhaustion overtook you as soon as you’d pulled free of the connection. “Can we please get on with it?”

“Sure. Fine. I’ll start with the questions.” Tony threw his hands in the air. “What. The. Fuck.”

“I was sitting, seething away in my little cell, when your Soul Seer here wondered in. She said she sensed a malicious presence.” Loki grinned wickedly. “It wasn’t even me.”

“Huh?”

“What?”  

“Explain.” Thor leaned closer.

“Hold on.” Natasha put a hand up. “Soul Seer?”

“I see auras, emotions, and other. . .  things.” You sighed.

“Her mystical vision that Fury wants his grubby hands on.” Stark muttered.  

“There was something tainting him.” You looked at Loki. “It was malignant, feeding off of every negative emotion, every bit of pain. Even when I touched it, I felt the urge to lash out. I’m not certain what it was, but it was strong and self-contained. It reminded me of a parasite.”  

“Loki?” Thor dared to have the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes.  

“She’s right. I knew it was there, but - because of it - I didn’t care.” He paused for a long moment. “Thinking clearly now, I know the difference. There’s much we need to discuss.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you set loose an alien army on the city.” Steve Rogers frowned heavily.  

“If Loki was under the control of an unknown entity, then-” Thor began.

“That’s according to just her.” Natasha cut in.  

At the same time Tony cut off Thor, “We don’t even know what it is.”

The door opened and another man walked in. You gaped and pointed. “It was like that, just a hundred times worse.”

They all turned to Clint Barton, then slowly turned back to you.

“He has the same ‘stuff’ clinging to him. Only it’s more of a light gray not black, and there’s only traces. On Loki, it was black and invasive. It was-”

“The mind stone.”

“Very good, Banner.” Loki drawled. “I’m amazed you put it together.”

“You were the one turning everyone into meat puppets, Reindeer Games. Let’s not forget that.” Tony growled.

“Who turned the stone on you first?” Thor grabbed his brother’s arm.

Loki’s jaw clenched. He stared hard at the table, silent.  

“Loki!” Thor growled.  

You placed your hand on his clenched fingers. Slowly they released, instead taking your small hand in both of his. “Thanos.”

#loki x reader #loki fiction #loki fanfic

[darawonplease]

trauma. ch6 – too much.

Dara looks for Jiwon at the YG Building to make up for the disastrous night but he's now sure of his suspicions.

 chapter 6 – too much.

Dara hopped towards the pastel pink stereo she kept beside the tv and connected her phone to play some songs to vibe with on that wonderfully sunny day.

She sure didn’t have the greatest morning but attempting to get in a good mood after Wonjun left was still worth trying.

.

♪ When I think about it, why did I act that way? ♪

♪ What’s so wrong with being clumsy with emotions? ♪

// Like You - Hoody

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She finally felt liberated, free.

Dara whirled towards the kitchen. “He’ll like it for sure!”. A big smile appeared on her rosy face, puffing up her cheeks.

She was suddenly reminded of Minzy’s complaints – “Dara eonni, you’re indeed too clumsy!” – when a small puddle of soup formed on the marble counter as she poured it into a small yellow container.

“What if he didn’t have breakfast? He needs something in his belly, it’s the least I can do for being such an inconvenience yesterday night”- Dara kept blabbering to herself as she placed the Tupperware in a cute printed scarf she then tied at the top.

It needed to be perfect. That was the least she could do after last night’s misadventures.

“I didn’t cook it myself but maybe that’s for the best…” – she shrugged, “ I don’t want to poison Jiwon Oppa...”.

meeeoww

She glanced at Dadoong and patted her pet friend on his small furry head, now ready to take off with a great mood.

“I’ll be right back Dadoong-ah, I’ll just drive to YG to deliver this and be right back!”.

[…]

The sliding doors opened for Dara: she finally arrived at YG’s headquarters. Being stuck in traffic for a bit drained her energies but nothing felt more satisfying than driving herself to the company. No driver, no manager. She enjoyed those fleeting moments of “normality”.

“Hwangssabu-nim!”. She sprinted towards her dear personal trainer, like Jjangmae, he was family to Dara. Ssabu was YG’s cool, although strict, uncle.

“Dara-yah! What brings you here? Our workout session is tomorrow morning”. The trainer furrowed his bushy dark eyebrows in perplexity.

“Just here to deliver something!”. The girl announced, almost bouncing in place as her body couldn’t hide her excitement.

“Actually, I have a thing or two to give you, come to the gym when you have a minute”. A fatherly smile lightened Ssabu’s face.

“After you then Ssabu-nim, I’m not in a rush anyway”.

[…]

“I’ll be right back, just wait here, ok?”.

Dara nodded at Ssabu’s and then scanned the room on the look for a familiar face whom she could steal a couple of minutes for a harmless small talk.

“Dara-yah!”.

The woman turned around towards the male voice calling her name.

“Suwon-oppa! Annyeonghaseyo!”. She slightly bowed at the sight of her senior and friend.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the help of the bright orange towel resting on his shoulder as he approached Dara.

“So... how did it go yesterday?”. Suwon asked, nudging her playfully.

Sandara slowly averted her eyes.

“T-that’s a long story actually...”.

“ What happened? Oh, and did Jiwon learn that… you really like him?”.

“I-I think I told him more than once”. She rubbed the side of her arm in shame.

“Yeah! Did the plan go smoothly then?”.

“W-what do you mean plan?”. Dara looked at her surroundings, just to make sure nobody was overhearing them.

“I told you he’ll loosen up after a drink or two so that he’ll stop pretending he’s cold”.

“Well-…I may have been the one who opened up too much while drunk...”.

“D-did you two already...?”. He covered his mouth in disbelief.

“Of course not oppa!”. Dara widened her eyes at her friend’s hasty conclusion.

“I mean, You know that I start blabbering when I’m drunk... I don’t even care at this point, I just want to apologize for what happened AFTER, with this soup” – Dara raised the packet she prepared with so much care.

“Oh this? He might need some right now. Good thing you have it, you now have an excuse to go talk to him”.

[…]

“Hyung!”.

Jaijin intercepted Jiwon before he could get to the elevator in the center of the hallway.

“Jaijin-ah, did you get a breath of fresh air too?”.

“Seoul’s air is polluted, that’s why I moved to Jeju Island. It’s not fresh here”.

“Forget it”. Jiwon scoffed, 22 years of friendship weren’t enough to get accustomed to Jaijin’s prickly personality. A no would’ve sufficed but then again, Jiwon was the ‘easily getting annoyed’ type.

“You smoked again, didn’t you hyung?”. Jaijin brought a hand to his nose, almost disgusted.

“Since when do you care about my health?”.

“Your health? No- I just can’t stand your stink when we’re closed in the recording studio for hours hyung”.

“Whatever Jaijin, what are you here for anyway?”.

“Your manager is looking for you, I was going to the 7th floor to speak with my in-law anyway so he asked me to look for you here”.

“See ya”.

[…]

Jiwon quietly made his way back to the recording studio, where Dohyun and the technician were probably waiting for him.

Jiyong sure distracted him for a couple of minutes but doubt flooded Jiwon’s thoughts once again.

“Did the plan go smoothly?”.

Jiwon pondered again whether the texting “accident” might have actually been a plan orchestrated by Suwon and Sandara.

“That traitor”.

He had no doubt Suwon was capable of betraying his own leader to help Dara. Jiwon was suddenly reminded of how suspicious Suwon was when talking to her right before their date. He was so startled when Jiwon suddenly approached the two of them in the middle of the conversation.

He leaned against the snack machine. He couldn’t put his mind at rest.

Everything that happened the night before was just a stupid set up. He unknowingly became a puppet, his personal life meddled with once again. As if people constantly remind him of his divorce weren’t enough.

20 years in the entertainment industry taught him how calculating and cunning people could be; using connections and power to get what they wanted was their daily business. No matter how Sandara seemed pure at heart, nothing actually stopped her from being the mastermind of such an idiotic plan. The sudden realization hit him like a train.

“Dara! Here you are again!”.

Suwon's voice felt particularly strident to Jiwon, still tucked away behind the snack machine.

“Hi oppa!”.

“Jiwon Hyung is coming here, Jaijin Hyung just told me”.

“Oh- perfect! I’ll finally be able to talk to him”.

Jiwon tightened his lips, annoyed at the excitement in Dara’s voice.

“Did you bring it? Perfect, wait for him in front of the recording room then”.

“Thank you for all your help Suwon Oppa…”.

“It’s a pleasure, I just want this to work”.

Jiwon scoffed at his bandmate’s words, that was too much.

It was time to confront them.

[…]

“Good morning oppa!”. She flashed her best smile; Dara felt pleased by the ease in which she finally addressed him as – Oppa - again.

“Hi, Sandara”. Jiwon forced himself to greet her, a dim expression taking over his face.

“I’m really sorry for whatever happened last night…”.

Jiwon rolled his eyes. He didn’t believe a word she was spouting.

“I t-thought you didn’t have time to have a proper breakfast this morning… because of me… I brought you some hangover soup”.

“Is that the soup?”. He glanced at the packed lunch she held close to her chest.

“Yes!”.

“Then keep it”. His gaze pierced right through her, freezing her in place.

“You know Sandara… I didn’t think you would do such things”. He continued.

“S-such things?...”.

“To do all of that, just to go out with me? That’s too much-”.

She lowered her gaze, incapable of defending herself. The disappointment in Jiwon’s voice was unbearable.

The door to the recording studio abruptly opened.

“What are you doing here? Come on Hyung, the technician is ready with your track”. Dohyun scolded Jiwon with a stern look.

“Have a nice day Sandara”.

He disappeared behind the glass door.

ps. I'm sorry for taking so long but this chapter was so hard to write, I want to move on to the next plot point of the fic asap.

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[imaginesmai]

Peter Parker-Skip (2)

Plot: Peter’s new life couldn’t be better. College, aparment for himself, you. Still, Parker’s luck is not on his side, and the memories are coming back.

Warnings: it gets dark. Really dark, for Peter. Mentions of child abuse and rape. Angst, so much angst.

It’s our secret. No one can understand us, Einstein. We’re unique. We can’t tell anyone.

Peter hated secrets. How they weighed on him, how they made him sick and isolated, but he had held onto to that as if his life depended on it. He had kept the secret for years, and it had pained him to the core.

He remembered the day Skip moved away. Probably, he’d moved to the house Peter had found on the web. It had been the best day of his life. No more babysitting, no more secrets, no more of… that. Peter hadn’t know how to call it when he was kid; and now that he knew, he didn’t want to say it. Skip was gone, but the nightmares arrived, and the nights of getting bad stomach aches and puking his guts out.

May had taken him to doctors, and when they ruled everything out, he was transferred to the psychiatrist, saying their best guess was anxiety. There was a night- he remembered it vividly. He was ready to talk with May, to tell her why the psychiatrist couldn’t help him. He was almost at her door when he heard his aunt crying, and talking to Ben about the expensive bills of the psychiatrist. Peter remembered going back to his room, and burying the secret in the deepest part of his mind. Because they wouldn’t understand.

For five weeks and two days, Peter thought about the secret.

For five weeks and two days, Peter sneaked out and stood in front of Skip’s house for hours, watching as the bastard slept peacefully.

For five weeks and two days, Peter Parker cried hidden in the bathroom, torn between letting you inside his darkest part, or letting you get hurt.

On the third day, Peter could do it no more.

-

The lack of sleep was making his day much more difficult than what it should be. After going to class, he had taken a nap for almost two hours, while you worked on your new assignment. And then, he hadn’t managed to get out of the couch until the sun was down and the first streets lights were on.

Your soft humming was putting him slowly back to sleep, and he was tempted to give him. There was a warmth in the living room that braced him like a mother’s arms, and his mind was so groggy that he could almost forget the cause of the constant panic attack from the previous month.

“Pete?”

Vaguely, Peter heard the humming stop and your voice calling him. He was focusing on a corner of the TV, where dust was gathering. He was so tired that he couldn’t bring himself to look away, so he ignored it.

Two more times his name was heard, and two more times he ignored. Until a rubber hit him in his cheek. Peter blinked surprised as he watched it fall to the wooden floor that he loved to touch with his fluffy socks. With a tired sigh and rubbing his hand over the sore spot, he gave you his attention.

“What’s with the zombie act?” you asked from your chair.

You had your legs tucked up in the chair, your head resting on top and face smashed with your hands. The high bun you had been wearing as you studied was almost undone, wild strands framing your face. You were wearing your pyjamas, and just the sight of you made Peter almost drool. And remember why he was so sleepy and tired all the time.

“Uh, nothing” he said. “New place, new classmates. It’s all stressing me out a lot”

“Nothing to do with patrols?”

The yawn that was making Peter close his eyes stopped midway, and his heart stopped for a few seconds. He looked at you with wide eyes and flinched under your knowing eyes. If there was a reason why he was dating you, it was your witness. Bold of him to assume you wouldn’t notice.

He shifted on his place awkwardly and diverted his eyes to the pot on the desk. He should have expected the conversation, and had thought about it a couple of times. Still, when the moment came, his palms became sweaty and he knew he was going to stutter.

“Pete, I thought we were past the secrets” you sighed, not angry. Just disappointed. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore.”

“I know”

“You know I support you. I’ll always do, with Spiderman, college and whatever you want to do”

“I know, Y/N” he tightened his jaw, the pressure on his shoulders making him want to cry.

“Then?” you asked. He didn’t expect your voice to be so small, or you to look so fragile. “I don’t-why are you lying to me? D-Don’t you trust me anymore? Is it something I’ve done? Because… if I’ve been to clingy, you can tell me. Or if you’ve changed your mind about living together, I’ll-“

“No!”

Peter would never forget himself for letting you talk for so long. It actually took a few seconds for the information to reach his brain. You feeling like he didn’t trust you. Hurt enough to think you had done something wrong. When truth was, he couldn’t believe how someone as amazing as you had ended up with a boy from Queens.

The floor cracked under Peter’s feet as he stumbled towards your chair, and fell to his knees in front of you. He wasted no time in cupping on of your cheeks with his hand and squeezing your tight with the other.

“No, I could-I could never get tired of you! I l-love you so much, and I don’t… I would trust you w-with my life, I promise. A-and you’ve done nothing wrong! It’s me…”

Peter got lost in a string of apologies and pleads for you to not leave him. He stuttered all the time, forgot to breath in between and almost chocked with his own tears. His hands started to shake and sweat and he felt the room growing hotter.

And suddenly, he couldn’t distinguish.

Peter Parker’s mind was a blur of images of Skip with a magazine in front of him, his pants pooling in the floor and big hand touching his small body. He felt the smell of fresh lemons printed on his nose, rather than the sweet candle you had lighted a few hours ago. Memories rushed in front of his eyes too fast, but the feelings and emotions stuck. The fear, the pain, the complete and utter disgust with himself.

Glass shattered under his feet, and his heart loud on his hears. He fell back on his back and covered his ears wish his hands, the loud scream he let camouflaging your own. Your hands tried to pry his away from his face, nails leaving red strips on his cheeks. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, his heart stopped pumping blood and the scenario changed.

It was no longer him under Skip, rather your body trapped above his much older one. Rough hand gripping your hips and thrusting in you, the clothes you had bought for the first day in college scattered in the floor. He could see the tears running down your cheeks, your hand reaching him and your mouth open with blood on your lips.

The last thing he remembered before passing out was you calling out for him, while he stood petrified, too busy keeping a secret to protect you.

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Peter thought you would demand answers. That you would be mand when he woke up, wanting him to explain why he passed out in the living room between desperate screams of your name. Actually, he woke up in fear, ready for the biggest scolding of his life.

But in the queen-size bed you had chosen for your cute room in the new apartment, there were no angry faces. He was laying on his back, your hand caressing his hair as if it was the most precious thing in the world. His brown eyes met yours, and the doubts disappeared when you only gave him a tired smile. Not sure how, he was wearing his pyjamas and had no socks on, the blankets covering him under his chin. It was like that for a few seconds, both of you in silence and the dim lamp lighting your faces.

“What can I do?” you asked. He wished it was only that. He wished he could ask you to move to another country with him, and never come back. But he didn’t want to acknowledge you being close to that monster for so long.

“J-just lay with me” he muttered, cheeks burning. “Until I fall asleep, at least.”

Dinner was waiting for you in the kitchen, your homework was half-done and the light of the living room was still on. Your night was far from over, and Peter felt the most selfish person for asking you to stay with him. You weren’t his mother, his aunt or someone who had to take care of him. If so, it was the other way around, and he wasn’t doing a very good job at that.

You didn’t frowned at him, walked out or laughed at his face. Just nodded, slowly, and settled down next to him. The cushion bended under your weight, and Peter felt your warmth surrounding his body when your arms touched. He turned on his side and your face were inches apart.

“Try to sleep, bub” you pecked his lips quickly, and went back to play with his hair.

He closed his eyes, hoping the nightmares wouldn’t dare to come with your calming presence next to him. You were safe; he was spiderman, he had it covered. Skip was far away and could not touch you, could not breath near you. After a long hour where you didn’t move neither stopped moving your hand, he fell asleep.

After that day, Peter made sure to keep up with your protection. He learned Skip’s routines, and felt brave enough to even spy on him through the window of your class. He was smart enough to skip some of his lessons, and even if he had thrown up the first three times, he could contain the tears by the first week.

Skip turned out be pretty boring and predictable. He went to work at the university, straight home then expect from Fridays. On Fridays Skip stopped at the restaurant down the street to grab lunch. There was nothing incriminating, nothing that Peter could report to the police or explain a quick Spiderman visit. Besides, you were happy, talked excitedly about your new routine and Peter melted every time he was the smile on your face.

So there wasn’t any apparent reason to worry you. Peter Parker knew how to keep his cool until two months after the first encounter.

Like a tradition, he had gotten out of his last period a little early, saying something about his little sister and school. Walked to your meeting spot with earphones on and your playlist blasting. That time, he was wearing his jacked and under that the sweater, the cold making him tighten the clothes around his frame.

“Sorry May, I can’t really talk now” Peter said as he dodged students and teachers in the streets. “I’m picking Y/N up. It’s our anniversary, I want to- May! Yes, I’m using protection!”

An old lady turned around and shot him a dirty look when she heard the words, but Peter just looked down and blushed. He stuttered a little bit longer over the phone, trying to convince May for the thousand time that no, May, we’re not using my Peter’s tingle as a pull out method, we’re being safe. Usually, conversations with his aunt would cheer his day, yet he was already happy.

Reservation done, evening planned out and a golden necklace he had bought you with the little savings he had done. Taking small jobs here and there, fixing some classmates’ stuff, and of course a piece of the generous amount of money Mr Stark gave him every month since he discovered Peter having financial problems. He hadn’t been too fond of using that moment until he imagined your excited face over the gift.

“May, I need to go” Peter repeated for the third time, his aunt still listing how many illnesses you could get with an unsafe sex. “I’ll call you tonight, promise. Love you!”

Peter didn’t give time to his aunt to answer, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hang up otherwise. He was already late, and the day wasn’t on his favour; dark sky, cold wind and occasional raindrops that made him rethink his plan. Maybe you would be better in your apartment, or maybe it was worth the risk. Whatever you decided, Peter would be happy.  

He arrived to the parking lot as the last car left it, water staining Peter’s lower trousers. His jaw tightened but he didn’t say anything, just looked around for you. The parking was as empty as the stairs in the front, and he could not see anyone apart from a couple of boys making out in the back of the building.

You running late wasn’t new. Sometimes, Peter thought you had that in common with Tony; being “fashionably late”. The past few weeks you had been assigned with a project that took away most of your time. Something about a new project, you had said; Peter hadn’t been paying much attention to you since the last month discovery.

You always walked home on Fridays, since you decided to stay in the library for a little bit longer. But Peter had supposed you would leave a little early. Scoffing at the bookworm of a girlfriend he had, he ran up the stairs just when the rain got really heavy. The idea of going home seemed much more appealing.

As he walked through the halls, he thought about the arcade down your street. Maybe you could go there, he wanted to. He had heard from some classmates that it was really cool, and he was dying to try some of the machines. And he knew you could enjoy them too; even more if you could beat his ass and tease him for a week. You could buy lunch there and-

“…but you were good, you’re getting better.”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks and almost fell over when he heard the familiar voice just a few classes ahead him. His enhanced hearing could catch up the older male voice and the tone he had used with Peter so many years ago.

“You understand it, right? It’s like-a pay-back. You’re falling behind, wouldn’t want to be the reason of you losing the scholarship”

Bile rose up his throat when he understood what the sick fuck was implying, and he had to lean on the wall.

“I can give you a C, alright? Or do you want to try for anything higher?”

His knees hit the ground and the breath got knocked out of his lungs. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his ears to listen more; if Skip was saying those words to someone, that person could be in danger. And he was Spiderman; Peter Parker wouldn’t stop him from doing his job. Right?

“No? Alright, it’s okay. We’re done for today. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me”

Peter bottom lip trembled and he let out a loud sob. The secret, the dammed secret Skip forced him to keep and that ruined his life. His hands flew to his mouth in an attempt to cover up any sounds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Einstein. Will miss you, such a good pet. So beautiful. So tight, and noise. I almost can’t believe you weren’t a virgin.”

At the nickname, Peter had only time to rush to the nearest bin and throw all the food he had in his stomach. He remembered Skip calling him that, praising him while he stood on top, thrusting into Peter as he cried.

The distant sound of Skip’s laugh made him go back to himself, and Peter saw red. He wanted nothing more than to run to the library, wrap you in bubble paper and tuck you away for the rest of the eternity. Because Skip doing that again meant you were in danger. Against his better judgment, he stumbled to the door where the noises came from and twisted the doorknob.

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security hiccups

When the Naivasha-ksm rail is completed then many will opt using rail than roads same as with Tanzania-Rwanda railway cutting jobs 4 truck drivers and killing many restaurants and hotels by the roadside.

The Diaspora remittance 40% gets into Nairobi county to build it out of research, when many deported will affect the growth of the county a billion times, think on that b4 u say u r rich dude yet u siphon money from outside as in the link below as many agencies take people to such nation remitting the same using the online money payment method as PayPal where it is calculated from though many send money on courier not well counted 4 if so could be more than the 1 shown in the link below

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/business/article/2001353065/diaspora-cash-tops-kenya-s-foreign-exchange-earnings

With electric tricycle and motor bikes which are cheap, kills the gasoline powered 1 to effect the economies of OPEC as in the link below

http://siristar.com/product/Electric_Passenger_Tricycle_1.html?gclid=CjwKCAjwxqX4BRBhEiwAYtJX7UvV8WNzeFMR5376waARVvw-d-MzKsG6C-5CHLONm1XJp4mO0vTRERoCqEAQAvD_BwE

http://siristar.com/product/VENUS-SRLZX-H1.html?gclid=CjwKCAjwxqX4BRBhEiwAYtJX7Xivw8JkO9_DRWwBoWxR9z341LyrY7JPG85fYokhukEhTCR7dKaB9xoCegYQAvD_BwE

Horticulture earnings will drop significantly when, usage of flowers are well known as making of soaps in the boom process where in the cut flower solution u insert ripe banana or cassava and boom ya soap and more,it was high down in the link like cause many did not know it usage as many thought it was 4 picnics, valentines and burials but later it was alas!

https://www.pulselive.co.ke/bi/finance/horticulture-earns-kenya-sh115-billion-to-become-third-foreign-exchange-earner/mkqmb89

https://af.reuters.com/article/kenyaNews/idAFL8N29F0JQ

http://www.worldstopexports.com/kenyas-top-10-exports/

The live trees which forms the bulk of export are made in boom process but where not known to the importing nations which now they know as well as with insecticides like pyrethrum which can be made in boom process known to the importers like Uganda which now opt using the Tanzania-Rwanda transit and see 4 ya self how Kenya is poor out of big population base. Vegetable, tobacco, fruits and ores now once ya export as well can be made in boom process with importers saving that money 4 something else.

Kamba now living got the bad Arabic saudi character of being mean and wanting from ya by force while the Canadian or Gabon people are kamba blooded of no such character they are trying to evade as it was that kamba gene without being interfered with the Saudi Arabian blood and that's the difference dude.

School teachers are paid by the government and to maintain school we can ask how many workers are employed with their salaries and now they know how to make laboratory chemicals and tools in the boom process they save that cash which have been allotted and even if they did not know how to make such, still we can take inventory and sea how much is spent in a year plus with the above wages and minus from the total the kids pay, which is to-much not well accounted 4 and question is where it goes to, dude, politician gimmicks, it builds cities within the nation like Big towns if u did not know 4 ya information and that's why school fee and even 4 colleges should be reduced and online classes encouraged to avert the same where lectures are placed online even 4 primary and secondary schools where u simply pay 4 the exam fee and that's it dude. When the above done Nairobi or Mombasa, Kampala collapses a big time, exploiting parents to build cities that as much as built out of huge population slums aint eradicated dude, tantamount to zero-work. Reasons 4 too much fee hike and forced marriages 4 the same if u don't know.

Now everything has shifted to Tz,now don't force am with u that am from tz as u claim, leave me all alone the luo blooded, i can live even in the most poor nation not as u locating good things dude.

From Argentina/Chile side u can place detonators like electric poles then detonate at once placing forth ice breakers where water will pour out to the outer crust to reduce the land under water and increase the coastline to create much land to build our cities as increase coastal situated city lands as i read it dude.

Click the links below to see made in Botswana, Philippine airplane

http://www.dailynews.gov.bw/news-details.php?nid=27305

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLWqf-aYuC8

https://adobochronicles.com/2013/08/19/philippine-airlines-launches-worlds-first-open-deck-passenger-aircraft/

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FTtN7t32pY5k%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DTtN7t32pY5k&tbnid=E5MaTnoLoeDTNM&vet=12ahUKEwj8x7jnisfqAhUY-hoKHQP8BgMQMygBegUIARCoAQ..i&docid=lWiJraGF-SRFZM&w=1280&h=720&q=airplane%20made%20in%20philippines%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwj8x7jnisfqAhUY-hoKHQP8BgMQMygBegUIARCoAQ

Kenya can buy e-train that has the battery inside like the E-car not necessarily running on e-wires as in the link below to replace the head side of the current they have to compete Uganda, as UG 1 will be cheap and most opted 4 as well as 1st, electric train without electric traction power

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&sxsrf=ALeKk01LulGTKrXx-VnjEYNgGqjR4Mu01A:1594537111520&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=electric+train+images&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiu0PPQkcfqAhWD2eAKHenuAvUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=625

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&sxsrf=ALeKk02H7CidSk6hipAvTF5SzIhmlLS2Vw:1594537368843&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+comeng+electric+train&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwinus3LksfqAhVoBGMBHdStA7kQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=625#imgrc=g_Uil7p5R7FdqM

Hotels and big houses needs to worry not those which are build using stones or concrete walls as wooden ceiling as every room can have not get into it E-drone but hand lifted like weighing scale in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk01yp9fol_qtblQfSwjmMAfRaNqYBQ:1594451404230&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=vintage+hanging+produce+scale&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjC8r2s0sTqAhUS8hQKHYhlCR0QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/drone+carrying+box

Your house or business to reduce fire risk can have instead of wooden ceiling, aluminum bar portion kind of ceiling board to reduce the rate of fire consummation if so dude. Do not worry with Christ another version if u live in a foreign nature fearing 4 ya life as we got this handy to help ya mitigate ya fear situation.

Even with groundnuts from EU or USA as much as maize find their way here using the below the earth fissure and even beans like from S-America where they give people to sell either raw, boiled or in flour as they got mini-milling machines to shift like maize and repack them in packages gotten from houses or hotels which have been used or make such printing in the boom process as with local ones and place in shops to still survive and sell. So such should be eliminated cause make the hooligans still stay afloat in their dirty tricks as each package should be place in cans and serial number given or with seal or we stop selling shifted maize as easy to stop when the package can be made in boom process. I think we should place the E-mini-milling machine on credit like with sunking products 4 every household to buy and mill their own maize, buying the maize when still in the firm dry not even already gotten out of cob maize as it can be a mixture of artificially made and grown still funding the above gimmicks but now they are frustrated and wild dude. They above people doing the above remit cash to those nations above.

Seth ojwang of kisumu monitors kebi selling scrap metal then send the kids of his sister to come eat in kebis house, where they became wild if kebi refuses, oblivious of what they did to kebi father along time, trick is their father wants the same to happen, so people get to mob uncle and Seth, so the house remains 4 the sisters as it has been planned to beat those who got no-sense dude, so let them know to warn the boys, as daddy can stay away and uncle come with his bandwagon 4 the same above, where he is lynched and the property remains 4 daddy or vice versa. A white man was seen on the shop near mama silly shop giving the keeper money to give the people to facilitate the above. Germans poor, bring ya phones or electronics, 2goinvoice no more as no airplane will fall again to fund that a/c, that’s the way dude, Canada or USA door closed as internet defeated dude, Uganda, Tanzania or SA got internet as they were banking on the same with USA as thought no nation will learn such and with baby wash star soft known how to be made in boom process using kart which they force people to have kids to sale the same as kambas had known how to make the same, hindu sharing profits with Germans. India got wheat, that’s what Luya are eyeing or luo by tolerating them, they want the same to be sold cheap to them out of such ties dude.

i have sent the same to kebi just on his this face book cause he got to many cyber leaving his a/c open, so if i find save in draft 4 him to post early next morning.

Get to see Tanzania or Rwanda made airplane in the links below not official launched, 1 some1 stands b4 it is UG made, double deck 1 is Tz made. The black like airplanes in the ages are African made as in the links below, still they are a head of ya with innovation, yet still want to force people that u must eat corpse to make such and even with pay-TV or internet Germans had not or u eat garbage 4 the same above. Dude stop lest u r killed or u get together 1st to make the same or tolerate people with food as carrying peoples kids, such can come up or staying with 1 kids then after long same are made synonymous with kambas, stop dude, live ya own life, stop wanting good life from selected few and if u think u r Negros pack ya belongings or get ya self together and get to USA stop bothering others who wants to get somewhere else dude, whats cooking dude or whats wrong with ya, kinda, u see a big sufuria of cooked corpse they are eating from heavily with relish if they crop next to ya, meaning the same blocked.

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+Tanzania+images&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ALeKk03GdoTgJXIsTtdNkLzR3cDaori2fw:1594452815344&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=s8uGHh4NauFAOM%252CBjKWgjpseBfTyM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQP_gJKhd7mcq6zg5vF78AHJBvILA&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwirta3N18TqAhURxYUKHW8SCw8Q9QEwAnoECAoQGg&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=s8uGHh4NauFAOM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+Tanzania+images&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ALeKk03GdoTgJXIsTtdNkLzR3cDaori2fw:1594452815344&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=s8uGHh4NauFAOM%252CBjKWgjpseBfTyM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQP_gJKhd7mcq6zg5vF78AHJBvILA&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwirta3N18TqAhURxYUKHW8SCw8Q9QEwAnoECAoQGg&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=0uSlB5WV4M4DuM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwia09fi18TqAhUC-4UKHcvGAmgQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwsghY67kIYNbACGgAcAB4AIAB-gGIAdQKkgEDMi02mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=fGsJX5qlBIL2lwTLjYvABg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=HgNtf1z9c-NdYM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwia09fi18TqAhUC-4UKHcvGAmgQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwsghY67kIYNbACGgAcAB4AIAB-gGIAdQKkgEDMi02mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=fGsJX5qlBIL2lwTLjYvABg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=bahrxUZeP9x-7M

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+ethipia+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjuqvKl2MTqAhVI0oUKHc7wDGcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+ethipia+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DysAZY7skGYI3NBmgAcAB4AIABsAKIAdgXkgEIMC4xLjExLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=CWwJX66CAciklwTO4bO4Bg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=9YUplPrbwVjmkM

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fupload.wikimedia.org%2Fwikipedia%2Fcommons%2Fthumb%2Fb%2Fb5%2FEritrean_Airlines_Boeing_767-238ER_E3-AAQ_DXB_2005-11-23.png%2F220px-Eritrean_Airlines_Boeing_767-238ER_E3-AAQ_DXB_2005-11-23.png&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FEritrean_Airlines&tbnid=gu4b9bpr0bXzxM&vet=12ahUKEwiw1Imi48TqAhWP0OAKHYt-DAAQMygEegUIARCwAQ..i&docid=vUIr-3G6M_fV9M&w=220&h=147&q=eretrea%20made%20airplane%20iamges&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwiw1Imi48TqAhWP0OAKHYt-DAAQMygEegUIARCwAQ

Woman don’t plan with me, get 1st am not of ya tribe with bolt and nut, don’t think i will buy u ya home appliances using my dirty job if the same officiated. Think twice woman, lets do business but don’t plan with mi own life cause u don’t know my cause, buy ya things using ya kids to pick the same as yes they can. Don’t put an eye on me, cause if got my flesh and blood also am eying, go 4 ya tribe, me aint good am a bad man homey. Hindu is u, am not u, though i see things on my eye, i even see as far as in USA which u cant see as your is 10 km radius as u got Colombian blood with that, so i can be Colombian not necessarily u. Now a man i know not is busy kissing and caressing Robinson, don’t say 1 has told me on net i can see even see and cement the truth. If machines parts made in company,the only scrap-metal left are from households, get me girl, a plus to leave me on that area dude, wanna eat my corpse.

my tumblr a/c sirjustice300, how machine parts made, read it dude, i have sent the same to every USA state, Canada territory and every nation as sent to ya. Click the link below to find countries i have sent the same above.  Even charcoal placed in dough like bread sandwich gives different machines depending on how many u place as if u eat neem tree leave u see. 7 with small lorries, 2 with double fridges, 21 with buses while 57 with like 4 double deck plane that landed in Ghana and more dude even with eggs, oranges, lemons etc

My new Facebook details in the link below b4 fab company dis-enables it dude

https://www.facebook.com/nelson.northwhitehead.5/allactivity?privacy_source=activity_log_top_menu&entry_point=www_top_menu_button

Jaribu as try SA in the link below if interchanged to warn the likes of Uhuru and Germans orchestrating crime to send people their with the well placed security measures as in the tumblr a/c below. Those who transfigure, fall the plane period, placed sensor alarm lights below with led lights if they ring to get the criminal, stop much words dude or place armored glass with carpet on the plane passenger side floor if the same heard they can see the culprits as pilots should partake sour drinks to affirm they don’t change to live the airplane to fall as above. SA made airplanes, french come and confirm if it was from ya factory with qualified engineers, accept defeat and lest soldier on dude

https://www.jabiru.co.za/

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk03YCY7R3sAgrYtkdMJuubTAucpjkg:1594454589802&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=airplanes+made+in+sa+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwic472b3sTqAhX3D2MBHYNABU0QsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=TD6jbBjLIsrUUM

Rwanda Congo trade shift from Kenya Uganda Railway as in the link below, Coast people rethink and move on,stop hunger with current situation as an angry man is a hungry man synonymous with latest Kamba character and even burundi goods get via Rwanda not as previously via Uganda as both 2 countries will loss the revenue  which stands at

https://face2faceafrica.com/article/rwanda-and-tanzania-opt-for-electric-high-speed-railway-to-link-region

https://www.the-star.co.ke/counties/coast/2019-06-15-kpa-projects-all-time-high-sh154-billion-profit-this-year/

This a blessing in disguise as it reduces the damage on our roads and cut the job 4 truck drivers and many businesses opened alongside the road like hotels to serve such drivers who are even tourist drivers from neighboring countries like Congo and more where the transit heads to. This reality dude.

Those who frustrate the ways of 1, when all blocked cause they are known will be treated rudely in cold blood don’t think u will get by bro and even with African magics not to mention even white-men, not spared dude.

Out of many people bought Alternator generator with cooking coil reduces stima on those high voltage consumption index like with ironing and heating water for like KPL profits to dro and even more dude

https://www.businessdailyafrica.com/corporate/companies/Kenya-Power-half-year-results-down-72pc/4003102-5472258-11ttv5u/index.html

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/business/article/2001333794/kpa-promises-sh20b-profit-in-a-year-2-000-jobs-in-port-deal

Rwanda made sports Arena in the boom process as described in the tumblr a/c above

https://africa.cgtn.com/2019/08/09/president-kagame-inaugurates-newly-built-kigali-arena/

Beauty other nations has known that not eating corpse make such as China or Germans purported bro, to make a hault with ya wishes like kikuyu blooded men, stop dude. When every nation has learnt to make their airlines meaning her citizens will opt 4 their own make reducing the profits of already established few ones which used to operate like etihad, emirates, Qatar, France, British as in the link below

https://www.statista.com/statistics/275603/profit-loss-of-commercial-airlines-worldwide/

https://www.the-star.co.ke/business/markets/2019-04-30-kenya-airways-reports-sh59-billion-net-loss-in-2018/

https://techxplore.com/news/2020-05-british-airways-parent-huge-quarterly.html

https://onemileatatime.com/qatar-airways-reports-losses/

https://www.ft.com/content/f99315ac-7226-11e9-bf5c-6eeb837566c5

https://www.paddleyourownkanoo.com/2020/03/05/etihad-airways-reduces-annual-losses-to-below-1-billion-but-theres-still-some-way-to-go/

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-air-france-klm-results/air-france-klm-loss-gives-first-taste-of-coronavirus-impact-idUSKBN22J0IZ

https://www.news18.com/news/auto/air-france-klm-announces-1-8-billion-euro-loss-in-q1-2020-warns-rebound-will-take-years-2612827.html

Google 4 every country homey and get the results dude and see 4 ya self. Malachi 4 to bring us home

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Economies killed

When the Naivasha-ksm rail is completed then many will opt using rail than roads same as with Tanzania-Rwanda railway cutting jobs 4 truck drivers and killing many restaurants and hotels by the roadside.

The Diaspora remittance 40% gets into Nairobi county to build it out of research, when many deported will affect the growth of the county a billion times, think on that b4 u say u r rich dude yet u siphon money from outside as in the link below as many agencies take people to such nation remitting the same using the online money payment method as PayPal where it is calculated from though many send money on courier not well counted 4 if so could be more than the 1 shown in the link below

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/business/article/2001353065/diaspora-cash-tops-kenya-s-foreign-exchange-earnings

With electric tricycle and motor bikes which are cheap, kills the gasoline powered 1 to effect the economies of OPEC as in the link below

http://siristar.com/product/Electric_Passenger_Tricycle_1.html?gclid=CjwKCAjwxqX4BRBhEiwAYtJX7UvV8WNzeFMR5376waARVvw-d-MzKsG6C-5CHLONm1XJp4mO0vTRERoCqEAQAvD_BwE

http://siristar.com/product/VENUS-SRLZX-H1.html?gclid=CjwKCAjwxqX4BRBhEiwAYtJX7Xivw8JkO9_DRWwBoWxR9z341LyrY7JPG85fYokhukEhTCR7dKaB9xoCegYQAvD_BwE

Horticulture earnings will drop significantly when, usage of flowers are well known as making of soaps in the boom process where in the cut flower solution u insert ripe banana or cassava and boom ya soap and more,it was high down in the link like cause many did not know it usage as many thought it was 4 picnics, valentines and burials but later it was alas!

https://www.pulselive.co.ke/bi/finance/horticulture-earns-kenya-sh115-billion-to-become-third-foreign-exchange-earner/mkqmb89

https://af.reuters.com/article/kenyaNews/idAFL8N29F0JQ

http://www.worldstopexports.com/kenyas-top-10-exports/

The live trees which forms the bulk of export are made in boom process but where not known to the importing nations which now they know as well as with insecticides like pyrethrum which can be made in boom process known to the importers like Uganda which now opt using the Tanzania-Rwanda transit and see 4 ya self how Kenya is poor out of big population base. Vegetable, tobacco, fruits and ores now once ya export as well can be made in boom process with importers saving that money 4 something else.

Kamba now living got the bad Arabic saudi character of being mean and wanting from ya by force while the Canadian or Gabon people are kamba blooded of no such character they are trying to evade as it was that kamba gene without being interfered with the Saudi Arabian blood and that's the difference dude.

School teachers are paid by the government and to maintain school we can ask how many workers are employed with their salaries and now they know how to make laboratory chemicals and tools in the boom process they save that cash which have been allotted and even if they did not know how to make such, still we can take inventory and sea how much is spent in a year plus with the above wages and minus from the total the kids pay, which is to-much not well accounted 4 and question is where it goes to, dude, politician gimmicks, it builds cities within the nation like Big towns if u did not know 4 ya information and that's why school fee and even 4 colleges should be reduced and online classes encouraged to avert the same where lectures are placed online even 4 primary and secondary schools where u simply pay 4 the exam fee and that's it dude. When the above done Nairobi or Mombasa, Kampala collapses a big time, exploiting parents to build cities that as much as built out of huge population slums aint eradicated dude, tantamount to zero-work. Reasons 4 too much fee hike and forced marriages 4 the same if u don't know.

Now everything has shifted to Tz,now don't force am with u that am from tz as u claim, leave me all alone the luo blooded, i can live even in the most poor nation not as u locating good things dude.

From Argentina/Chile side u can place detonators like electric poles then detonate at once placing forth ice breakers where water will pour out to the outer crust to reduce the land under water and increase the coastline to create much land to build our cities as increase coastal situated city lands as i read it dude.

Click the links below to see made in Botswana, Philippine airplane

http://www.dailynews.gov.bw/news-details.php?nid=27305

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLWqf-aYuC8

https://adobochronicles.com/2013/08/19/philippine-airlines-launches-worlds-first-open-deck-passenger-aircraft/

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FTtN7t32pY5k%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DTtN7t32pY5k&tbnid=E5MaTnoLoeDTNM&vet=12ahUKEwj8x7jnisfqAhUY-hoKHQP8BgMQMygBegUIARCoAQ..i&docid=lWiJraGF-SRFZM&w=1280&h=720&q=airplane%20made%20in%20philippines%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwj8x7jnisfqAhUY-hoKHQP8BgMQMygBegUIARCoAQ

Hotels and big houses needs to worry not those which are build using stones or concrete walls as wooden ceiling as every room can have not get into it E-drone but hand lifted like weighing scale in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk01yp9fol_qtblQfSwjmMAfRaNqYBQ:1594451404230&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=vintage+hanging+produce+scale&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjC8r2s0sTqAhUS8hQKHYhlCR0QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/drone+carrying+box

Your house or business to reduce fire risk can have instead of wooden ceiling, aluminum bar portion kind of ceiling board to reduce the rate of fire consummation if so dude. Do not worry with Christ another version if u live in a foreign nature fearing 4 ya life as we got this handy to help ya mitigate ya fear situation.

Even with groundnuts from EU or USA as much as maize find their way here using the below the earth fissure and even beans like from S-America where they give people to sell either raw, boiled or in flour as they got mini-milling machines to shift like maize and repack them in packages gotten from houses or hotels which have been used or make such printing in the boom process as with local ones and place in shops to still survive and sell. So such should be eliminated cause make the hooligans still stay afloat in their dirty tricks as each package should be place in cans and serial number given or with seal or we stop selling shifted maize as easy to stop when the package can be made in boom process. I think we should place the E-mini-milling machine on credit like with sunking products 4 every household to buy and mill their own maize, buying the maize when still in the firm dry not even already gotten out of cob maize as it can be a mixture of artificially made and grown still funding the above gimmicks but now they are frustrated and wild dude. They above people doing the above remit cash to those nations above.

Seth ojwang of kisumu monitors kebi selling scrap metal then send the kids of his sister to come eat in kebis house, where they became wild if kebi refuses, oblivious of what they did to kebi father along time, trick is their father wants the same to happen, so people get to mob uncle and Seth, so the house remains 4 the sisters as it has been planned to beat those who got no-sense dude, so let them know to warn the boys, as daddy can stay away and uncle come with his bandwagon 4 the same above, where he is lynched and the property remains 4 daddy or vice versa. A white man was seen on the shop near mama silly shop giving the keeper money to give the people to facilitate the above. Germans poor, bring ya phones or electronics, 2goinvoice no more as no airplane will fall again to fund that a/c, that’s the way dude, Canada or USA door closed as internet defeated dude, Uganda, Tanzania or SA got internet as they were banking on the same with USA as thought no nation will learn such and with baby wash star soft known how to be made in boom process using kart which they force people to have kids to sale the same as kambas had known how to make the same, hindu sharing profits with Germans. India got wheat, that’s what Luya are eyeing or luo by tolerating them, they want the same to be sold cheap to them out of such ties dude.

i have sent the same to kebi just on his this face book cause he got to many cyber leaving his a/c open, so if i find save in draft 4 him to post early next morning.

Get to see Tanzania or Rwanda made airplane in the links below not official launched, 1 some1 stands b4 it is UG made, double deck 1 is Tz made. The black like airplanes in the ages are African made as in the links below, still they are a head of ya with innovation, yet still want to force people that u must eat corpse to make such and even with pay-TV or internet Germans had not or u eat garbage 4 the same above. Dude stop lest u r killed or u get together 1st to make the same or tolerate people with food as carrying peoples kids, such can come up or staying with 1 kids then after long same are made synonymous with kambas, stop dude, live ya own life, stop wanting good life from selected few and if u think u r Negros pack ya belongings or get ya self together and get to USA stop bothering others who wants to get somewhere else dude, whats cooking dude or whats wrong with ya, kinda, u see a big sufuria of cooked corpse they are eating from heavily with relish if they crop next to ya, meaning the same blocked.

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+Tanzania+images&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ALeKk03GdoTgJXIsTtdNkLzR3cDaori2fw:1594452815344&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=s8uGHh4NauFAOM%252CBjKWgjpseBfTyM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQP_gJKhd7mcq6zg5vF78AHJBvILA&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwirta3N18TqAhURxYUKHW8SCw8Q9QEwAnoECAoQGg&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=s8uGHh4NauFAOM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+Tanzania+images&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ALeKk03GdoTgJXIsTtdNkLzR3cDaori2fw:1594452815344&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=s8uGHh4NauFAOM%252CBjKWgjpseBfTyM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQP_gJKhd7mcq6zg5vF78AHJBvILA&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwirta3N18TqAhURxYUKHW8SCw8Q9QEwAnoECAoQGg&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=0uSlB5WV4M4DuM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwia09fi18TqAhUC-4UKHcvGAmgQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwsghY67kIYNbACGgAcAB4AIAB-gGIAdQKkgEDMi02mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=fGsJX5qlBIL2lwTLjYvABg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=HgNtf1z9c-NdYM

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwia09fi18TqAhUC-4UKHcvGAmgQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+rwanda+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwsghY67kIYNbACGgAcAB4AIAB-gGIAdQKkgEDMi02mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=fGsJX5qlBIL2lwTLjYvABg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=bahrxUZeP9x-7M

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplanes+made+in+ethipia+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjuqvKl2MTqAhVI0oUKHc7wDGcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplanes+made+in+ethipia+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DysAZY7skGYI3NBmgAcAB4AIABsAKIAdgXkgEIMC4xLjExLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=CWwJX66CAciklwTO4bO4Bg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=9YUplPrbwVjmkM

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fupload.wikimedia.org%2Fwikipedia%2Fcommons%2Fthumb%2Fb%2Fb5%2FEritrean_Airlines_Boeing_767-238ER_E3-AAQ_DXB_2005-11-23.png%2F220px-Eritrean_Airlines_Boeing_767-238ER_E3-AAQ_DXB_2005-11-23.png&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FEritrean_Airlines&tbnid=gu4b9bpr0bXzxM&vet=12ahUKEwiw1Imi48TqAhWP0OAKHYt-DAAQMygEegUIARCwAQ..i&docid=vUIr-3G6M_fV9M&w=220&h=147&q=eretrea%20made%20airplane%20iamges&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwiw1Imi48TqAhWP0OAKHYt-DAAQMygEegUIARCwAQ

Woman don’t plan with me, get 1st am not of ya tribe with bolt and nut, don’t think i will buy u ya home appliances using my dirty job if the same officiated. Think twice woman, lets do business but don’t plan with mi own life cause u don’t know my cause, buy ya things using ya kids to pick the same as yes they can. Don’t put an eye on me, cause if got my flesh and blood also am eying, go 4 ya tribe, me aint good am a bad man homey. Hindu is u, am not u, though i see things on my eye, i even see as far as in USA which u cant see as your is 10 km radius as u got Colombian blood with that, so i can be Colombian not necessarily u. Now a man i know not is busy kissing and caressing Robinson, don’t say 1 has told me on net i can see even see and cement the truth. If machines parts made in company,the only scrap-metal left are from households, get me girl, a plus to leave me on that area dude, wanna eat my corpse.

my tumblr a/c sirjustice300, how machine parts made, read it dude, i have sent the same to every USA state, Canada territory and every nation as sent to ya. Click the link below to find countries i have sent the same above.  Even charcoal placed in dough like bread sandwich gives different machines depending on how many u place as if u eat neem tree leave u see. 7 with small lorries, 2 with double fridges, 21 with buses while 57 with like 4 double deck plane that landed in Ghana and more dude even with eggs, oranges, lemons etc

My new Facebook details in the link below b4 fab company dis-enables it dude

https://www.facebook.com/nelson.northwhitehead.5/allactivity?privacy_source=activity_log_top_menu&entry_point=www_top_menu_button

Jaribu as try SA in the link below if interchanged to warn the likes of Uhuru and Germans orchestrating crime to send people their with the well placed security measures as in the tumblr a/c below. Those who transfigure, fall the plane period, placed sensor alarm lights below with led lights if they ring to get the criminal, stop much words dude or place armored glass with carpet on the plane passenger side floor if the same heard they can see the culprits as pilots should partake sour drinks to affirm they don’t change to live the airplane to fall as above. SA made airplanes, french come and confirm if it was from ya factory with qualified engineers, accept defeat and lest soldier on dude

https://www.jabiru.co.za/

https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=ALeKk03YCY7R3sAgrYtkdMJuubTAucpjkg:1594454589802&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=airplanes+made+in+sa+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwic472b3sTqAhX3D2MBHYNABU0QsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=TD6jbBjLIsrUUM

Rwanda Congo trade shift from Kenya Uganda Railway as in the link below, Coast people rethink and move on,stop hunger with current situation as an angry man is a hungry man synonymous with latest Kamba character and even burundi goods get via Rwanda not as previously via Uganda as both 2 countries will loss the revenue  which stands at

https://face2faceafrica.com/article/rwanda-and-tanzania-opt-for-electric-high-speed-railway-to-link-region

https://www.the-star.co.ke/counties/coast/2019-06-15-kpa-projects-all-time-high-sh154-billion-profit-this-year/

This a blessing in disguise as it reduces the damage on our roads and cut the job 4 truck drivers and many businesses opened alongside the road like hotels to serve such drivers who are even tourist drivers from neighboring countries like Congo and more where the transit heads to. This reality dude.

Those who frustrate the ways of 1, when all blocked cause they are known will be treated rudely in cold blood don’t think u will get by bro and even with African magics not to mention even white-men, not spared dude.

Out of many people bought Alternator generator with cooking coil reduces stima on those high voltage consumption index like with ironing and heating water for like KPL profits to dro and even more dude

https://www.businessdailyafrica.com/corporate/companies/Kenya-Power-half-year-results-down-72pc/4003102-5472258-11ttv5u/index.html

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/business/article/2001333794/kpa-promises-sh20b-profit-in-a-year-2-000-jobs-in-port-deal

Rwanda made sports Arena in the boom process as described in the tumblr a/c above

https://africa.cgtn.com/2019/08/09/president-kagame-inaugurates-newly-built-kigali-arena/

Beauty other nations has known that not eating corpse make such as China or Germans purported bro, to make a hault with ya wishes like kikuyu blooded men, stop dude. When every nation has learnt to make their airlines meaning her citizens will opt 4 their own make reducing the profits of already established few ones which used to operate like etihad, emirates, Qatar, France, British as in the link below

https://www.statista.com/statistics/275603/profit-loss-of-commercial-airlines-worldwide/

https://www.the-star.co.ke/business/markets/2019-04-30-kenya-airways-reports-sh59-billion-net-loss-in-2018/

https://techxplore.com/news/2020-05-british-airways-parent-huge-quarterly.html

https://onemileatatime.com/qatar-airways-reports-losses/

https://www.ft.com/content/f99315ac-7226-11e9-bf5c-6eeb837566c5

https://www.paddleyourownkanoo.com/2020/03/05/etihad-airways-reduces-annual-losses-to-below-1-billion-but-theres-still-some-way-to-go/

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-air-france-klm-results/air-france-klm-loss-gives-first-taste-of-coronavirus-impact-idUSKBN22J0IZ

https://www.news18.com/news/auto/air-france-klm-announces-1-8-billion-euro-loss-in-q1-2020-warns-rebound-will-take-years-2612827.html

Google 4 every country homey and get the results dude and see 4 ya self. Malachi 4 to bring us home

[asoftervirge]

Of “Love” & Murder - (13/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: To Quote the Six Merry Murdresses of the Cook County Jail, “He Had it Coming.”

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Morally Grey Patton, Swearing, mentions of Murder/Violence, mentions of Alcohol, Food/Eating, Cyanide Poisoning, Tragic Backstory, sympathetic Virgil(?), Major Character Death, Revenge, Remus Sanders, Corpses, brief mention of Vomit CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton creates Virgil’s demise...?

<< Chapter 12

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here we are guys! The final chapter of Of “Love” & Murder! I just want to give a quick thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, messaged, and commented me about this fic. It was an absolute joy to write and I’m really glad that everyone enjoyed it. For one last time, please be careful of the content warnings at the top of the fic and take care of yourself should you proceed onwards. Happy Halloween, everyone! Have fun reading! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Twenty-four hours later, it was Halloween night.

Tonight, was the night Patton was going to seal Virgil's fate.

The drive to 613 Rue Morgue was familiar. Of course it was familiar, and yet...it was so unfamiliar at the same time.

He knows where he's going— he's been going there for months— but his emotions have changed greatly.

At first, he was bubbling in excitement. His infatuation with Virgil had clouded most of his judgement. The chocolates he had with him were hand-crafted and tied with love.

Slowly, those drives grew weary-filled and cautious; curiosity fueling him to keep going back.

Now, he feels somber, guilty that he's chosen to end things like this. But he also feels persevering, moral justice guiding him with a firm hand.

His resolve didn't waver as he drives up the cobblestone path and is greeted with the sight of the beautiful manor. Nor does it when he gets out of his car, tugs his coat and scarf closer to his body, grabs the chocolates, and walks up the stairs and to the door.

Patton knocks on it firmly, repeatedly. Not like soft, rhythmic pattern from before.

He waits. Nothing.

He tries again. Still nothing.

He tries a third time. Again, nothing.

Frowning, Patton attempts to open the door and is surprised to realize that it was opened the entire time.

Walking in, he makes his ways to the tea room, and sees Virgil waiting for him. However, he was shocked to see the change in demeanor coming from the widower.

He was sitting at the table, dressed in something completely different from the signature outfit he always seemed to wear. No longer was it a purple turtleneck, but a black button up; the cuffs were undone and the confectioner could see a sliver of his pale chest as the top buttons were undone. And no longer were there leather pants and boots, but tight, black skinny jeans and dress shoes.

Even his makeup was done too: eyes dusted in black eyeshadow, cheeks sharpened with contour, and lips painted in a purplish-black.

Despite was he was going to do to him, Patton couldn't help but see him as strikingly handsome.

Bracing himself, he makes his way over to the table, sitting opposite of the soon-to-be-dead widower. When he sits, he notices Virgil wasn't facing him, but his body was turned so it was facing the wall. An arm was rested on his lap, while the other was on the table.

His eyes appeared to be darker than normal, almost hollow.

Eerie silence surrounded them, the only sounds heard was the ticking of a clock.

It all made Patton nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Virgil cuts him off.

"How long have you known?" was the question he was asked. Patton was surprised by the tone; it wasn't sharp and accusing. It almost seemed...dull and resigned? What was going on?

"W-What?" he responds softly, reeling back a little.

Virgil doesn't sigh, he doesn't glower, he just repeats the question again. "How long have you known?”

Was...Was Virgil being accepting of his possible fate? Does he know what Patton is going to do? None of this makes any sense.

But right now, he can't think about that. All he can do is answer Virgil's question.

"Since the beginning of the month.”

A hum. He rubs his fist together. "I suppose you wanted ask questions?”

Why?, was what he wanted to ask first, but he knew better than to jump the gun. "Your name...isn't really 'Virgil Nyx,' is it?”

A soft snort. That was the first question he asks? "It is," he tells him honestly. "It's not my birth name though. My birth name is Japanese, but I changed it before I went into high school. Virgil after the poet in Dante's Inferno and Nyx after the Greek Goddess of the Night.”

"And that name because…?"

"Wanted something dark and edgy." he shrugged simply.

"You originally worked at a bookstore?”

Virgil stilled, but he didn't tense up. He relaxed. "Yeah. Worked at Antique's Bookstore in the lower part of town," he snorted louder. "Fucking hated that place.”

Patton disagreed. It sounded like a cute little store, but he digresses. He inhales slowly, "Is that where you got the idea of killing people?”

That, was what made Virgil tense. He clenched and unclenched his fist. "My first kill was some fancy white guy I met on the streets when I was 18," he tells him, not exactly answering his question. A slightly angry look came to his face. “Kinda cute, but holy fuck was he a bastard. Kept going on and on about wanting a submissive partner and someone who he could parade around like a trophy.”

Patton scrunched his nose. “And you married him?”

“Yep.” Virgil nodded. “Even if he was an asshole, I realized that I could be taken care of with the money he left behind for me. So, I did what I had to do: be a submissive, decorative arm piece.”

“How did you kill him?”

"Bludgeoned him." he say. "Crowbar. I got what I wanted out of him— money, proper stability— so I didn't need him anymore. So, I grabbed one from his car and started beating him with it. Honestly? It didn't hit me until after I stopped and I saw all that red on the floor. At first I felt so sick to my stomach I wanted to pass out...but I didn't. Something that I've never felt before sparked inside me: the desire to kill. And thus, Virgil Nyx, wealthy serial killer, was born.”

"Is he where you got this manor from?”

"No. This manor came from another husband. One that I killed by pushing him down the stairs while he was having a mopey, drunken fit.”

Patton willed himself to not feel the chill that went through his spine. Maybe Virgil was more heartless than he realized. He sets the box of chocolates on the table; if you weren't none the wiser, you couldn't tell the contents inside were laced.

Virgil eyes them for a moment. A faint twitch of the lips. "Am I suppose to be expecting a trick or a treat?”

A trick masked as a treat. "It's a treat, I promise." he actually tells him.

The widower kept eyeing them for another moment before opening the box. It was the exact same box of 32 that he had the first time he kissed Patton: cherry cordials, chocolate squares, clusters with almonds, squares filled with cinnamon-infused ganache, other truffles infused with ganache, rounds made with coffee, and chocolate hearts.

He took a chocolate square and popped it into his mouth. He hums at the taste; they're still wonderful even after months of eating Patton's sugary treats. "Do you wish to interrogate me still?”

Patton nods. "How did you hide the evidence for Roman's murder?”

"I took the ribbon I used to choke him and threw it away. The ribbon binding his hands later became the one that was wrapped around his neck." He now popped a cherry cordial in his mouth.

“Logan's?"

"Dumped the tea, put the book back in the box and burned it. I also hid whatever arsenic I had in the medicine cabinet so they wouldn't find it during investigation." A square with cinnamon-infused ganache.

"You killed Dorian with a gun. How did you hide the prints?”

"I wore gloves when I killed him." A coffee round.

"And me?" he dared to ask. "How would you have hid evidence for my death?”

Virgil paused. A chuckle, "Probably get rid of the box like you're about to do." A chocolate heart.

Patton paled a little. Did he realized that he poisoned him?

Virgil slowly turned towards the confectioner. "What did you lace these with?" he asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

Silence. “Cyanide."

Virgil chuckled again. "It kills pretty quickly, depending on the dosage." His chuckles slowly cease and he has a sad smile on his face. "I suppose I had it coming to me.”

Patton looked down at his lap. He squeezed his fists together, bunching up some of his sweater.

How was Virgil so accepting about his death? Did he always know it would be coming eventually?

"...Do you regret it?" he asks with a soft whisper. "Killing them?”

His sad smile only grew. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe I do, but only for the fact that I couldn't know what it was like to have an actual life with them.”

"What do you mean? Like if you weren't a murderer?”

"Yeah," Virgil nods. "Maybe the last three of my marriages would've been happy…"

From his chest, he pulls out a hidden necklace. All of his wedding rings.

"Roman was beautiful, gorgeous even." He holds a golden ring that had a ruby gem in center, two smaller amethyst gems decorate the sides. "I was very fond of her singing. It was all over the house, no matter what time of day it was. We also bonded over our love of Disney and I even took him to Disney World for our anniversary before her death. She was more than a diva on the stage, he was a very passionate and romantic person, albeit a little stubborn. I think if I hadn’t killed her, he would’ve been a great husband/wife for me…we would’ve been happy together.”

Then he holds a sleek, silver ring. Very simple like the novelist. “Logan was kinda like a rock for me. Whenever I had bad anxiety, he would instantly calm me down with his grounding words. Sometimes no words were necessary between us, only eye contact and specific gestures. He was a presence that I secretly miss. One of the most intelligent people I knew. Heh, our debates were quite the spectacle let me tell you. He wasn’t the marrying type, I’ll be honest with you…but I think L and I would’ve been great partners, or even friends.”

Finally, he pulls out a bronze-like ring that resembles a snake. “Dorian was very sharp and cunning. He had a tongue that was more scathing than mine, and that is saying a lot. We may have gotten married after six months of being friends-with-benefits, but he had his own unique way of caring. He was quite the reptile lover, adored having snakes around, which was different for me liking spiders.” Patton freaked a little, Virgil payed it no mind. “Even though everyone said it, he truly was my equal in a way…and I think I would’ve been happy with him too.”

Patton listened as Virgil listened the positive qualities of each of his late husbands. “What— What about me…?”

Virgil looked at him. “Hmm?”

“What about me,” he repeats, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and worry. “…Would we have been happy?”

Virgil blinked, then a small smile. He reaches over the table and grabs Patton hand. The confectioner doesn’t have the heart to pull away. “I think we could’ve. I could imagine you baking a whole bunch of sweets for me to try, be it breakfast or dessert. You would be telling me puns to the point where’d I want to put myself in the ground. I can even see you begging me to go to a pet store and buying you a cat or something.”

The sad thing about hearing that? Is that Patton could’ve seen all of that too, and then some. (Even the cat thing despite him being incredibly allergic.)

Patton looked down at their held hands. “…Why?” He finally asks. “Why did you kill them? You said you could’ve been happy with them, but in the end…you ended their lives.”

“Money,” he says. “And I know that sounds so dumb, but it’s true. I wanted more money. That’s why, when I got married, I immediately said for them to put me as the sole inheritor of their fortunes. I was selfish. Selfish and wanting to stay on top. I didn’t want to be lower-class anymore, I became who I am for a reason and I didn’t want that to change.”

At that moment, Virgil started coughing. He coughed loudly, violently. doubling over almost like he was in pain.

Patton’s first reaction was to see if he was okay, but then he remembered.

He did this.

He was the one who wanted to kill Virgil and now he was doing it.

He didn’t have the right to check on him.

So, he just stayed in his seat, watching as the widower started gasping like he was running out of breath; stumble forward a little like he was going to collapse; and hold his head like it was about to split open.

“Are you scared?” the confectioner asked in a strangely calm voice. “Of dying?”

Once the coughing ceased, Virgil weakly looked up at him. Patton could literally see death shining in them.

With the last of his breath, the widower rasps out, “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”

Then, he collapses forward, body convulsing for about three minutes or less, before he finally stops.

The grandfather clock goes off.

And Virgil Nyx, is no more.

Name: Virgil Nyx December ??, 19?? - October 31, 19?? Cause of Death: Cyanide Poisoning

Patton couldn’t help but stare at Virgil’s lifeless body as it was slumped on the table.

Now he gets what Logan meant about having your husband watch as you seize in front of them without doing anything.

It’s a horrifying thing to watch. And yet…he didn’t feel all that disturbed, which horrifies him the most.

He was in a trance-like state, so much so he didn’t even flinch at the front door slamming open.

“Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo!!” Remus. “Patton?! Are you here?! The door was open so I just walked inside without being invited, because I just love doing that!…Patton?!…Seriously, where are you?!”

Remus wanders around the house a bit until he finally finds him in the tea room.

“Ah! There you are! I was wondering about—” he stops when he sees Virgil’s body. “Oh, wow…cool! Can I play with it?!”

Somehow that snapped Patton out of it. “No!” he glared firmly at Remus.

Remus pouted, stomping his foot like a child. “You’re serious such a poopy-head! Let me have fun with the dead body!”

“No, Remus.” Patton sighed. He takes the box of chocolates and leaves for a moment.

When he comes back, lo and behold, Remus was poking at Virgil’s corpse.

“Remus, please.”

“Seriously, Patton?!” Remus huffs out an angry-sounding sigh. “I love shit like this!” He moves closer to Virgil’s pale face, examining it. “How can a corpse have better eyeshadow than me?!” He actually looked sad. “I need to step up my game…”

Patton ignores his mumbling as he replaces the chocolate box with a replica; it was the exact same color and everything, but it didn’t have the logo of Patton’s store.

It was a nice detail for him to not get caught.

A weird feeling started forming in Patton’s stomach. Maybe Virgil rubbed off on him in more ways than one.

“Remus?” The man looks up from looking into the dead widower’s lifeless eyes. “The manor is yours.”

Remus’ mouth opened. Bugs could’ve flied out of it. “Wait. Really?” he asks. “Why?”

“I don’t want anything to do it anymore.” He tells him. “Besides, I figured you may want to have an eerie-filled house like this.” He gives Remus a tiny smile. “Not only that, I’d figured you’d like to see your brother’s room.”

A breath hitch. Emerald green eyes shined with tears. “My brother’s room?” he whispered. The confectioner nodded. “Wh-Where is it?”

“It’s upstairs, down the hall from Virgil’s room. It’s a cherry door with a golden lion doorknob.”

“Heh…he would have something like that.” He gives him a wet smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Patton smiled back. “By the way, are you crying?”

Remus looked appalled. “What? No, I’m not.” He grossly wiped snot onto his arm. “I-I just smelled my oniony breath! That’s all!”

“Sure, Remus. Whatever you say.” Patton smiles. He begins to gather up his things. “So, what’re you gonna do with this place?”

“Hmmm?” Remus spun around. His eyes sharpening like he was actually thinking. “Maybe get rid of all the purple. Purple’s a gross color now. Ooh! I’ll make it a pukey green color! And add more tentacles, this place needs more tentacles.”

“That sounds nice.” It actually didn’t, but he didn’t want to be mean to him. “Good luck with everything, Remus. And…thanks again for your help.”

“You’re welcome, Patton!” Before the confectioner leaves, he asks one more question. “Can I please make a sandcastle out of his ashes?”

“Hmm…nope.”

Remus sighed defeatedly. “I figured I’d try again.”

Patton couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he was gross and slightly disturbing, Roman’s brother was alright.

And that, he walked out of the manor— never to look back— got into his car, and drove home, knowing that Roman, Logan, and Dorian were now resting in peace.

#Sanders Sides #Moxiety #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Remus Sanders #Of Love & Murder #death tw

[rheesus]

corpse party! — richie tozier (two)

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: panic attacks, mentions of murder, gore, horror, occult and paranormal happenings

— part two of ?

( see part one )

i wont do all 5 chapters since chapter one is entirely based on seiko and naomi who are beverly and eleven sooo yeah! if you want to know what would happen to them and you don’t know the story of corpse party well, watch a gameplay or something laksjshddh 

something soft and wet had landed on y/n's cheek as she laid unaware of her surroundings. whatever was running down her face like tear drops seemed to have woken the class representative up. her e/c eyes batted opened and met to the view of a ceiling that had a clear whole through both the top of the building and the floor between that and the floor she laid on, next to that was a broken light fixture, flickering intensely with its last life.

"so, you're one of the new victims, huh?" an unfamiliar make voice echoed from behind her. the voice alone sent a wave of chills throughout her entire body as she turned and let out a ear piercing scream, she scrambled away, looking up at a boy no older than 17 - the lower part of his body seemed to sway like flames but his whole being had a blue ethereal glow to it.

from out in the hallway she could easily hear two voices calling her name in worry; richie and ms byers. if not for the boy in front of her, she would've smiled at this revealation. the boy's eyes seemed to wander in the direction of their voices and he gave a bittersweet smile.

"wow, stuck in the same space with not one, but two people you know? you're lucky." 

"w-w-" 

"that luck wont last long, i mean - look what happened to me!" the boy had laughed but not in a way that emitted happiness or amusement. his eyes now wandered to the floor, where a pile of bones and some ripped clothing laid.

“what do you mean?” the teen girl boldly said, though her thoughts didn’t match her tone. the ghost just shrugged. 

“you’ve been dragged here against your will. it looks like an abandoned school but it’s hell. you’ll either die horribly or eventually, you’ll kill your friends and die horribly. no matter what, it’s just pain twenty-four fuckin seven.”

 y/n had gulped down her fear in hopes to ask more before something came barrelling through the door and the ghost had fled at the sight and sound.

richie tozier and their beloved ms. byers. 

the first thing that happened upon seeing each other was the tears and smiles of relief before ms byers wrapped the class rep in a tight embrace, richie had squatted down next to her. his grin only widened when she turned to playfully glare at him.

"of all our friends i could be stuck with and i get stuck with you?" the boy rolled his eyes and ms byers had chuckled.

“if you ask me, richie was more worried out of—”

“anyways, it’s good you’re alive.” richie cut the lady off, smiling and ignoring the way his cheeks warmed up. y/n had smiled too, hugging ms. byers again. their happiness was, however, short-lived. the building had started to shake violently and a loud scream rang out through the building — one of filled with the pain and suffering. and who it belonged to was a familiar person to the three.

eleven hopper. 

the very thought that one of her classmates and friends were in danger made y/n’s stomach churn and her mind to run wild with negative thoughts. soon those thoughts became to overwhelming to the point where the teen girl couldn’t help but lose her breath. ms. byers could sense her distress and cupped her face in her hands, 

“y/n, focus on me. it was probably nothing,” she gave an encouraging smile, “probably the wind.”

“but you heard it, right? that was el. our el.” ms byers sighed. richie looked around the wrecked classroom, chewing on his lip nervously.

“ms byers, stay here with y/n and i’ll go look for eleven—”

“no! you stay here with y/n where it’s safe and i will find eleven.”

“stop it! no!” the two looked back at the h/c, her breathing was still erratic but she persisted in talking, “you can’t leave, i just found both of you.”

the kindly teacher had done nothing but give a genuine, sweet smile, “you’ll be fine. i’ll bring eleven back here safe and sound. promise.”

not allowing y/n or richie to protest, ms. byers had left the classroom. the two students stared at the door for what felt like hours. y/n had moved her head towards the corpse of the boy she had talked to. near his the bones of what used to be his hand was nearly touching a card of some sort. she crawled to it and took it into her possession. in fine black print were the words.

derry boys high school

steve harrington 

d.o.b.: 16 april 1996

grade 12 

y/n had let out a shaky breath before stashing the id card in her jacket pocket. she looked back to the door ms. byers had left from and mumbled words of hope under her breath.

please, be okay.

joyce byers had found herself in a classroom worse off than the one she left richie and y/n. one half of it was collapsed in, leaving nothing but a black abyss. she would’ve gone up the stairs but she could hear a wicked voice giggle in her head, “unwise to go upstairs, teacher.”

and so she stayed on the same floor. she had taken five steps in before a blue boy had appeared before her, a bored expression across his face. his mullet was a mess and he glowed. 

“teacher! you stopped cowering with the two in the other classroom, huh?”

she looked at the boy in annoyance. what did he mean by cowering? joyce bit her tongue and gulped, “i heard one of my student’s scream and i’ve set out to find her.”

“i see... regrettably,” he spoke lowly, “that won’t be possible. this school exists in a nexus where multiple dimensions overlap. it’s a single closed space in a sea of closed spaces. in other words, even though you may be in the same school as your screaming student, you and her occupy different dimensions... which means you two can never meet.”

“if one of you should die, perhaps your body... or spirit may move from one space to another... you can find a way of traversing the planes freely as they do,” ms. byers didn’t know why but the way the boy spoke the word they, sent a chill running down her back. the blue boy continued to talk to her, “consider this fair warning: even if you should find the exact spot from which your student’s screams emanated... she herself may not be there and if she’s not there’s not a thing you can do about.”

the boy spoke smugly but there was no indication in his expression that he meant to be. joyce’s eyes were filling up with tears of desperation, “but i heard her scream!”

“it is true other children have arrived here not long ago and by all appearances seem to be your students,” the boy shrugged, “but as i explained, time and space is fragmented here and it doesn’t behave like you assume — you say you heard a scream. that may have taken place a few minutes ago or perhaps in another space hours previous or maybe an echo from the future, who’s to say. or maybe with the phenomenon as it is; it’s possible two closed spaces can have some influence on each other.”

the young woman had clenched her teeth. this young boy was doing her head in. all she wanted was to find eleven and verify her safety, “it doesn’t matter! i can’t go on and ignore an antagonising scream like that! step aside!”

she charged at him and he disappeared. ms. byers had missed the glowering expression he gave her. she had looked around the room for any clues or hints that her student was near but to no avail. as she went to leave the classroom, a supernatural force pull her back in, slamming the door fast. materialising in front of her was the same boy she had just talked to except her glowed red with nothing but malice and hate in his lifeless eyes.

“step aside?! why don’t you fuck off!” his voice was now no longer monotone, but angry at her. the ground had started to shake once again. too focused on the earthquake, ms byers had failed to notice the shelf filled with cutting supplies slowly falling towards her body. the shelf itself was too heavy with the combined force of wat was pushing it down and so it caused her to topple too.

she felt the bones in her back all crack at once and her skin was being sliced. was it the scissors or the scalpels or the glass that was worse? she couldn’t tell it was all too painful to bear. the angry teen started to talk again, “in all the world, the most vile and untrustworthy are you schoolteachers. all you give a shit about is your own well-being! you’re not worried about your students! you’re just worried about being held responsible if something should happen to them!”

joyce couldn’t worry about his rant, only how much the weight was hurt her, “youre all the same... every single one of you! and i won’t be taken in by your lies!”

this caught her attention. taken in by lies? 

“when you see a problem among your kids, you just keep your distance because you sure wouldn’t want to get involved! have to keep up appearances, right? you just pick out the problem children and chip away at them until they drop out or get expelled! you’re not disciplining them — you’re just raging at them! there’s no teacher ever that’s actually cared about their students!” 

with what little energy she had, ms byers spoke up bravely, “-you’re... you’re wrong.” 

this angered him more and the weight on her back grew more heavier, she let out a yelp of pain as he continued raging, “all of your students are destined to starve to death here if they don’t succumb to this hellhole and kill everyone! it’s the only possible outcome. they���ll all die meaningless deaths like me! and they won’t be thinking of you when they take their final breaths i’ll even pass on a message as they die so — any last words?”

the woman used her energy to glare up at him menacingly, “d...don’t touch those children.”

the teen boy snorted than laughed maniacally like she’d said the most wicked joke, “come again.”

“spare my students... please don’t hurt them.” for some reason this angered him more and more, “please! i beg of you don’t harm a hair on their... goddamn... heads.”

her voice faded out but her thoughts didn’t. 

please please be safe, my sweet students.

  richie had finally stopped looking at the door to turn and look at y/n. minutes had passed and no sign of eleven or ms byers could be seen. y/n suddenly stood up, legs wobbling slightly but nonetheless she bravely stood, walking to the door.

“we have to go find ms. byers.” she mumbled. she soundly drained and tired.

“no way, ms. byers said stay here so—”

“we have to go find ms. byers!” her tone caused richie to flinch, “i just have a bad feeling... we gotta go search for ms. byers.” 

the boy sighed and shook his head.

“fucks sake, fine. but we leave a note for her. do you have pen and paper?” y/n produced a pen but shook her head without any paper. richie messily written a note on the teachers desk and sighed again, “alright lets get the fuck out of here.”

this was so long holy fuck-

anyways i finished writing this at 1am and i’ve scared myself writing so congrats! here’s chapter two! and if you want to be apart of the tag list, i ask or just like the post i made abt it or if i forgot you please tell me oksejhdhdhd

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[neondnp]

my ii m&g experience ♥

(long rambling and pic spam ahead)

arriving + waiting in line

prior to and upon arriving at the venue, i was SO incredibly nervous to the point that it nearly overpowered my excitement. my heart had been racing all week and my stomach was in knots. i’d been anticipating this very day for almost a year and i was absolutely terrified that something would go wrong. i kept having thoughts like, “what if there’s a ton of unexpected traffic backed up for hours and i miss the meet and greet?” “what if there’s something wrong with my ticket??” “what if i forget something important and i’m denied access?” “what if i DIE before i get there!?” luckily, none of my delusional fears from my panicked state of mind came true and most of my anxiety disappeared after i was given my wristband.

meeting and conversing with the lovely new friends i made in line put me at enough ease that my ability to comprehend the intense reality of the situation was beginning to vanish. everything was too dreamlike to feel real. was i really mere minutes away from meeting my idols??

suddenly, everyone started screaming. i looked up and saw phil standing at the rail. i nearly had a damn heart attack!! that’s phil! he literally looks like an angel! i heard dan’s voice from the other corner and turned around to see him right above us! that’s dan!! he glows! o m g !! there they are!! in person! holy s*** that’s actually them!!! whatever they said to us either completely went over my head or was entirely forgotten because i don’t recall any of it. this was the most surreal moment of my life.

shoutout to the girl on twitter who filmed some of this and caught my reaction after they waved and left lmao

i guess this is what my mind being completely blown looks like??!?

my adrenaline was through the roof, but i was too stupefied to feel emotional yet. my throat was drying as the line in front of me gradually got shorter. the lack of air conditioning upstairs didn’t help. i was close enough to talk to marianne (a queen, btw) about what i wanted to give them. i had a letter from a friend and two of my ii themed d&p drawings that i made into magnets. she told me she would keep them and give them to dan and phil after the meet and greet. disappointing, but understandable. i wrote my name on the magnets but they won’t have a clue who i am. oh well. here’s what they look like:

before i knew it, it was my turn to meet them. a friend i met in line agreed to film my meet and greet but was too nervous to do so once we approached our turns. although it sucks to not have footage, i fully understand having anxiety. she’s very sweet and i’d never want to cause her any stress.

the actual meeting and greeting:

before i get into the personal details and talk about my interaction with them, i’ll describe their irl voices and appearances. 

i’d say they sound exactly the same in person. they don’t necessarily look any different from how they do in pictures and videos, just more radiant; especially phil. his hair somehow looks even darker irl and there’s an indescribably beautiful contrast between his black hair, vibrant eyes, and pale skin. it makes him look otherworldly. his features are sharp. dan’s stubble is actually quite prominent, even from a distance. his features are soft. there’s not really much else to say about his appearance; he’s just as gorgeous in the flesh as he is on a screen. they were just as tall as i expected them to be so i wasn’t alarmed by their height. it did, however, feel different to look up at them and see them from a new (significantly lower) angle as opposed to seeing them from an eye-level camera angle. the same can be said about viewing them on stage from a close orchestra seat.

now, onto the good part! i wish i could remember more details, but meeting them was such a blur that i didn’t feel like it even happened at all until the next day (more on that later). most of my dreams are more vivid than this memory is. my brain was majorly lagging from the moment i was far enough ahead in line to be off the stairs, and my entire consciousness seemed to exist in some alternate dimension when i walked toward their direction to be greeted. i remember one or both of them saying, “hiii!” and dan saying “thanks for coming to see us!” i remember phil instantly opening his arms and asking if i wanted a hug. i think i said, “hi! yes i do!” i remember it being so much easier to talk to them than i thought it would be. words came naturally despite having very little awareness of what i was saying and—due to being in such a daze—completely forgetting to say any of the important things i’ve always wanted to tell them. they were both so warm, gentle, and welcoming. i was too out of it to realize this at the time, but looking back, they treated me like i was an old friend of theirs; like i was someone who mattered. that warms my heart. they genuinely care about making us feel comfortable and relaxed.

dan did most of the talking. i don’t remember what either of their hugs felt like, but i do remember dan giving me one of his awkward “dan hugs” lol. dan and i were both wearing striped shirts and he said that we were “totally coordinated with our stripes” which made me WAY happier than it should have, but oh man i was BEAMING. “we are!”

when phil asked if i’d like to have something signed, i took out a print of the two portraits i drew of them. “yes, can you sign my art please?” after handing the print to them, dan said, “oh my god did you draw these??” and i responded with something dumb like, “i did! it took me like my entire life but yeah!!” i really wish i could have seen them react to my drawings, but i didn’t think to look at their faces when i showed them. in fact, i’m not even sure if i made eye contact with them at all. they complimented me on my art but i don’t remember what they said. i'm not 100% certain, but i think dan called it incredible.

dan offered to take the selfie so i handed him my phone and we all got close and smiled for the camera. i noticed from other people’s meet and greet pics that phil had a tendency to lean his head in next to fans, but i’d of course forgotten about this detail. i was so weak later on when i saw how close our faces were in the group photo, w o w !! i asked if we could take individual pictures as well and dan said, “of course!”

this is the part i remember the most clearly. taking individual pictures was almost like hugging them again, only better because i was a little more aware—i was almost able to actually process it this time. looking at them you’d expect to feel nothing but firmness and bones, but they’re both delightfully squishy; especially dan. they’re two tall adorable teddy bears. dan fondly said, “thank you philip” when phil took our picture and it was the cutest thing. after the pictures were taken, i thanked them for about the tenth time. i remember saying “thank you” and “thank you so much” to almost everything they said and did. i probably would have thanked them if they accidentally stepped on my foot or dropped my phone. they told me to enjoy the show and i thanked them once more. i wished them a good show and at some point i think i said, “it was really nice meeting you.” we waved and said our goodbyes to each other.

and then it was over.

wait, it’s over. what the hell just happened?

i literally forgot everything on the spot.

everything happened so rapidly and it ended before i had even begun to take any of it in. i really wish i could have absorbed the moment more. i wish i could have said more. this may sound silly, but none of it felt real. it didn’t initially feel like, “aah i just met dan and phil!!” instead, it felt more like, “...did i really meet dan and phil? wouldn’t i have remembered meeting them if it really happened?” i was so disappointed in myself. how was i that spaced out the whole time? i expected a more emotional experience, but it was all so surreal that i wasn’t even in touch with reality, let alone with my emotions. i didn’t know how to react, so i blanked out into a strange semiconscious state and i hated myself for it. 

i went on to realize that meeting them was indeed a very emotional experience; i just needed to fully recover from my daze for it to hit me. while most of my memory is still a blur, several small details came back to me the following day bit by bit. it was enough for me to look back on and miss. it took me days to recall everything i wrote about above. i did cry. i was emotionally impacted, just not right away. it had to catch up with me. meeting them was absolutely amazing. looking at my pictures and signed artwork elates me. i actually met dan and phil!

even though i didn’t say what i wanted to, i’m grateful that i managed to talk to them at all. i was so sure i’d either stumble over my words or end up speaking in my stupid high-pitched nervous voice. i was also afraid i’d cry in front of them and i didn’t. it went smoothly and i survived. i have a few regrets, but i still loved it. i loved them.

i’d do it again in a heartbeat.

yes i was very extra with the editing but these pics mean a lot to me and i wanted them to look the best they could

what i didn’t get to say: 

@danielhowell @amazingphil thank you for inspiring so much creativity, motivation, and passion within me. you guys are the reason i wanted to start drawing again. you’re the reason why i stopped immediately giving up. you’re the reason i’ve met so many spectacular people and became part of such a diverse and extraordinary community. you guys give me a reason to smile. i love you, thank you for everything ♥ - alexis

#dan howell #phil lester #interactive introverts #ii nashville #daniel howell #amazingphil #meet and greet #personal #very very personal actually #it took several hours to write this and i cried through half of it #dnp #dan and phil #posts by alexis #*content #.txt #*mycontent

[your-dietician]

Nearly 200 years ago, the lectures of a celebrity vegetarian visiting Portland caused a riot

New Post has been published on https://tattlepress.com/celebrities/nearly-200-years-ago-the-lectures-of-a-celebrity-vegetarian-visiting-portland-caused-a-riot/

Nearly 200 years ago, the lectures of a celebrity vegetarian visiting Portland caused a riot

People across the United States were abuzz with talk of the Portland Graham riot in the summer of 1834, a time when vegetarian ideas were in vogue locally. The “Agitation,” as headlines in Boston, Philadelphia and Albany called it, was a violent mob that attacked the Temple Street Chapel, where celebrity vegetarian lecturer Sylvester Graham was giving his popular course on the “Science of Human Life.” Newspapers here and across the country had much to say about the riot but were left to wonder at its cause.

Was it Graham’s advice to eat whole wheat bread and skip animal-based foods? Or was it something else, something unprintable?

Curiously, few if any Maine historians have examined the riot. However, scholars in other disciplines have explored its causes and implications, while historical news reports reveal fascinating details. Graham’s 1834 visit to Maine exposes widespread sympathy for vegetarianism in Portland and Brunswick, reveals the launch of Maine’s first commercial health food products and highlights local women’s rights concerns.

The Boston Saturday Morning Transcript’s July 5, 1834 newspaper printed a letter from a Portland correspondent who reported that Graham’s “private lectures to married ladies have caused so much excitement that he will probably be unable to continue his course of essays on diet. A mob broke up his lecture last evening, and made some considerable disturbance.”

When celebrity vegetarian Sylvester Graham delivered his popular lecture series in Portland in June 1834, a group of “almost crazy” men attacked the church where he was speaking to stop him from conveying his radical message. Courtesy of Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division

By the summer of 1834, Graham had been delivering his food reform lectures across the Northeast for years. “An impassioned speaker, Graham attracted large audiences, and the crusading minister became an overnight sensation,” Andrew F. Smith, who teaches food studies at the New School in New York, wrote in “Eating History.”

Graham began his Portland lectures on June 5 and continued throughout the month.

Last year, I wrote about Rev. Henry Aiken Worcester who, after attending Graham’s Portland lectures, penned a letter remarking on the widespread adoption of Graham’s principles in Portland, including among the city’s doctors. Since then, Wheaton College history professor Jonathan D. Riddle informed me of a July 22, 1834 letter signed by nine members of the Portland Medical Association giving their full support to Graham’s “diet and general regimen.” The letter from the Maine doctors was reprinted in newspapers and appeared in Graham’s 1835 “A Defence of the Graham System of Living.”

The month before giving his course in Portland, Graham delivered the same lectures at Brunswick’s Congregational Church, where the lecture series was chaired by none other than Maine’s sitting Governor Robert Dunlap, a Brunswick resident. More than 300 people attended the Brunswick course, and from their ranks a committee made up of three professors, three doctors, two attorneys and a general, drafted resolutions supporting Graham’s “principles,” which they said if widely adopted would lead “to the highest earthly welfare of the human family.”

Graham’s visit to Maine was championed by Dr. Reuben D. Mussey, who from 1831 to 1835, was the anatomy and surgery professor at the Medical School of Maine, part of the Bowdoin College campus from 1820 to 1920. Mussey was a Grahamite who in 1850 would become a founding member of the American Vegetarian Society and the fourth president of the American Medical Association. Prof. Mussey was known for converting students to the vegetable diet. 

Graham, the food influencer

The “History of Brunswick, Topsham, and Harpswell, Maine,” written in 1878, mentions the influence of Graham’s lectures on the people of Brunswick, stating “The doctor was an attractive lecturer, and his theory gained many adherents. The meat-market ran low, and butchers feared for their calling. Some really feared that their occupation was gone.”

In addition to urging people to avoid animal-based foods, Graham told people to shun alcohol and all stimulants (including spices, coffee, tea, chocolate, tobacco and opium). He urged them to eat vegetables and whole wheat bread and to drink pure water. By 1834, whole grain flour was known as Graham flour and the bread made from it was called Graham bread.

Beginning on June 24, Allen’s Bakery on Willow Street began running ads to let readers know it had “Graham Bread, Constantly on hand and for sale cheap.” On June 27, baker John Pearson alerted readers in his own ad that he sold Graham Bread at his Casco Street Bake-house, too. On July 9, the Blake & Howe bakery ran an ad stating: “We manufacture the bread recommended by Dr. Graham of good stock brought from New York expressly for the purpose.” As the summer wore on, merchant John Cox, who did business on the Central Wharf, advertised that the steamer Macdonough would arrive Aug. 18 with 10 barrels of Graham flour.

But not all merchants welcomed Graham’s presence in Portland. Within Graham’s unpublished, handwritten lecture notes housed at the American Antiquarian Society in Worcester, Massachusetts, he writes: “A woman keeping a confectionary shop in Portland told Dr. J. W. Mighels that if she should meet Graham in the Street and had a pistol she would shoot him for he had damaged her more than a hundred dollars by his lectures.” Graham counseled against eating sugar, which Dr. Mighels, as one of the nine doctors who signed the letter endorsing Graham, would know.

The reported drop in demand for meat in Brunswick and sweets in Portland combined with the ads for Graham bread mark the start of Maine’s commercial health food market. Natural food expert Joe Dobrow writes in his 2014 chronicle of the health food industry, “Natural Prophets,” that “New England … had a long history in health foods, starting with Sylvester Graham.”

A minister who came from a family of doctors, Graham was well known for his love of wholewheat bread and his vegetarian physiology message. He also lectured on sexual physiology, which proved more provocative than counseling people to eat bran bread. Graham’s temperate philosophy extended to sex and treated men and women equally. He argued in favor of extreme sexual restraint for both men and women at a time when a sexual double standard prevailed, women lacked basic rights and men wielded tremendous power over women’s lives and bodies.

Graham delivered his lecture on sexual physiology to male-only crowds without problem. But as historian April R. Haynes writes in “Riotous Flesh,” Graham’s “lecture on chastity became inflammatory when delivered to women because it insisted that all bodies were subject to the same set of God-given ‘laws of life and health.’ In this way, reform physiology minimized the significance of physical differences such as sex, and implicitly, skin color. Rioters perceived Graham’s sexual universalism as challenging the basic hierarchies of gender and race that limited and defined Jacksonian democracy.”

Despite the speculation of some newspapers, it wasn’t Graham’s advice to eat wheat bread and vegetables that created the “agitation” in Portland. Instead, it was Graham’s Lecture to Mothers with its radical equal rights message that summoned the Portland mob, according to Haynes.

Anti-Graham mob

On Jan. 10, 1870, the Eastern Argus newspaper in Portland published a lengthy, front page story about wholesome bread, which it said should be made from whole wheat without sour milk or lard. The author, under the pen name Agricola (Latin for “farmer”), observes that 36 years after Graham’s lectures, Graham bread was now in “general use.” Agricola then recalls Graham’s visit stating, “These lectures to the women excited the wrath of some of the wealthiest and most respectable citizens, and the excitement culminated in a mob which one evening surrounded Temple St. church. The street was full of people and the excitement ran high. Brickbars were hurled through the windows, shouts went up outside and the woman shrieked inside the church. The lecture was broken up and Graham was compelled to leave the church in disguise and seek a place of refuge from the mob. It was a disgraceful affair, and some men seemed to be almost crazy.”

During Graham’s visit, the June 13, 1834 Eastern Argus praised his lectures as “worthy to be attended by all who can afford the expense.” In contrast, historian Haynes calls the Portland Daily Advertiser “active in drumming up hostility” against Graham. We see the first hints of this in the June 17 newspaper, where a letter writer named Simplex (Latin for “simple”) writes that Graham had been lavished with “over-strained praise” and instead deserves “reprehension.” However, even Simplex concedes Graham “is rather a personable man” and “has a good voice.”

The newspaper also promoted a comedic evening planned for June 30 titled “The Yankee at Home” where performer Mr. G. H. Hill would recite a “New Yankee Story” called “Aunt Nabby’s love of Graham Bread, and the starved Rats.”

This detail of John Cullum’s 1836 map of Portland shows the Temple Street Chapel, where Sylvester Graham lectured in 1834. Courtesy of the collections of Maine Historical Society, Map F 601 (detail)

But most strikingly, the Portland Daily Advertiser ran a notice for an “Anti-Graham Lecture” scheduled for 8 p.m. on June 27 at Portland City Hall (located where Monument Square is today and just around the corner from the Temple Street Chapel, which sat roughly where the entrance to the Nickelodeon movie theater parking garage is today).

One detail about the 1834 Graham riot that remains elusive is its precise date. However, it seems probable that the initial riot took place on June 27, the same night a hostile crowd gathered nearby. Haynes documents that mobs prevented Graham from lecturing the following night and when he returned a month later.

Further evidence that June 27 could be the night of the initial riot comes from the date attached to seven resolutions praising Graham and the correctness of his lectures that were adopted unanimously by 160 women who attended his Lecture to Mothers in Portland. In a bold move for the time, five prominent local women attached their names to the document, which expressed regret over “the misrepresentations … so freely disseminated … by individuals from whom we had a right to expect better things.” The July 22, 1834 Alexandria Gazette in Virginia reports the women’s “resolutions are highly complimentary to Mr. Graham.”

While both local and national newspapers reported on the riot, its cause remained unclear and open to interpretation. For instance, the New York Commercial Advertiser, which was quoted in several other newspapers, stated that “if Mr. Graham has been instructing the wives and mothers of Portland to cram any of his bread down the throats of their husbands and children we don’t wonder at the excitement.”

Graham, who published widely, never printed his Lecture to Mothers and no copy remains. However, Haynes documents that in the lecture Graham taught reproductive anatomy, counseled marital sex for procreation only and condemned masturbation, all topics he commonly spoke about at the time.

On June 26, 1834, the Christian Mirror, a Congregational newspaper, printed a letter from Helen of Brunswick, who praises Graham’s lectures, noting that “even here in New England — this moral Eden of the world — we fear there is scarcely a village, which is not contaminated by the lewd conduct of some pests —(they deserve not the name of men).” Helen’s statement, though veiled, likely speaks to sexual violence, harassment and gender-based power imbalances.

“The nature of Graham’s lectures and the audiences exposed masculine fears of women empowered by knowledge of their own bodies,” historian Adam D. Shprintzen writes in “The Vegetarian Crusade.”

On the very last page of Graham’s 350-page lecture notes, he lists five Portland men under the heading: “The character of those men who got up a mob against me in Portland June 1834 — according to common and accredited report.” He names names and then outlines each man’s character, including such observations as “a rich man — an infamous whore master — having a wife and child he is said and believed to have seduced two girls last winter”; and “a violent (Andrew) Jackson man — a bitter opposer of the temperance cause and is generally considered an Atheist.” Another Portland rioter, Graham writes, was a white man “reputed” to have fathered a child out of wedlock with a Black woman.  Haynes finds no evidence of the child but notes “Graham’s depictions of the other alleged conspirators can be confirmed.”

Turns out Sylvester Graham was a threat not only to the culturally-accepted practice of eating animals but, more provocatively, to gendered social norms, according to Haynes. In reaction, a group of “almost crazy” men incited the 1834 Graham riot to reinforce and maintain the existing social hierarchy.

One final note of interest here at the start of the 2021 tourist season: Back in 1834, newspapers in Providence and Boston were among those that reprinted a story from the New York Times citing “Mr. Graham, the cold water lecturer,” among a short list of entertainments in Maine that summer that prove “down-easters are becoming a famous people for amusements and exhibitions.” Not only did Graham stoke the smoldering local interest in vegetarianism, his eventful 1834 visit helped cultivate Maine’s early Vacationland image. 

Avery Yale Kamila is a food writer who lives in Portland. She can be reached at [email protected] Twitter: AveryYaleKamila

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