#i've connected the two dots where there weren't any at all

[local-ground-apple]

Hello, I just saw that you're open for requests and I thought, I maybe should use this opportunity. I'm sorry for my bad English >w<

I would like to ask for some Head canons where MC/Reader is a demon from their world (Twst) and demons are rare in Twst and he/she is dating one of the boys. How would the reaction be when they find out what he/she truly is, while they date and there is the fact that he/she never hid it anyway or doesn't care that they find out.

Characters I would love to see those Headcanons off are Lilia Vanrouge, Jade Leech and Floyd Leech. They are my favorites to be honest. x3

I hope it's not too much to asks. I'm also not sure if someone ever asked this before. D: Thank you in advance. x3

Hiii, don't worry about your English, it's great! And sure! You're the first one to request something like this. I've never written a demon mc! before, so I hope I didn't fail miserably Also, it's been a while since I wrote anything for tweels

🦇 He knew from the very beginning. At first he wasn't sure that you were a demon. However, he knew 100% that you weren't a human. he guessed your race quiet rapidly, even before you two started dating. Lilia is ancient, so he had interacted with practically every single race in Twisted Wonderland, even as rare as yours. Besides, you didn't exactly attempted to hide your origins,

🦇 Lilia doesn’t mind that you’re a demon. After all, he isn’t human himself.

🦇 You both are really old. Like really old. But that's what made him figure out your race. You often slip up and reminisce about the past. Or you casually share stories from like two centuries ago. If someone points it out, you just brush it off jokingly.

🦇 Silver sometimes jokes that you two are really old (he means that you two are perfect for each other).

🦇 A Fae and a Demon is a dangerous, but powerful mix. You both enjoy someone else’s misery (kidding). However, you two absolutely love pranking others. Your favorite victim is Sebek, given his loud and violent reactions. Lilia “tries” to stop you,

🦇 Lilia never really confronted you about him knowing which species you are, yet he knew that you knew that he knew. You don’t really care if the others find out or not. You simply enjoy being yourself.

🌊 Jade is quite observant and he quickly connected the dots. I mean, not exactly, but he was close. He was aware that you weren’t human. You’ve never really tried to conceal your true nature deeming it too troublesome to hide your demonic heritage

🌊 Since demons are extremely rare in Twisted Wonderland, Jade couldn’t figure out on his own who you were exactly. He had few guesses (all of them were wrong) and even with Azul’s help and knowledge, he didn’t manage to find out your race.

🌊 So he talked with you and you casually told him, dropping this huge news on him. Honestly, Jade suspected that you may be some sort of very rare Fae (oh, how wrong was he),

🌊 Jade doesn’t care about your demonic heritage. Quite the contrary, he finds it fascinating. He can and will ask you a lot of questions about your species. There’s not many books in Twisted Wonderland that are dedicated to your race, so he is rather curious,

🌊 Jade also does it, because he genuinely wants to get to know you better. You don’t mind his questions and you gladly answer them

🌊 Jade is also really curious of your true form (like whether you have wings/horns/tail, etc.) and he will literally beg you to show it to him

🌊 Perhaps one day you will,

🦐 Flyod found out by pure accident about your demonic heritage and he literally doesn’t care about it. You are still his lovely shrimpie, so your race changes absolutely nothing for him.

🦐 Your demonic origin basically lets him squeeze you as hard as he wants without leaving any bruises or gravely injuring you. Needless to say, he is overjoyed, since he doesn't have to hold himself back,

🦐 After he found out, he realized that it was so obvious and he was so blind. Like, you didn’t even bother to hide your demonic traits at all,

🦐 You two are a menace to the society. Sometimes, when you let your demonic traits take over, you are truly frightening. And so is Floyd.

🦐 In the whole school, no one, absolutely no one dares to mess up with you two. Really.

🦐 You both are creatures of chaos and you both enjoying wrecking it together. Given your demonic heritage, you are usually more prone to picking up violence as a solution to your problems. And for Floyd violence isn’t a question, it’s the answer that is always yes.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #lilia vanrouge #jade leech #flyod leech #lilia vanrouge x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd leech x reader #twst lilia vanrouge x reader #twst jade leech x reader #twst jade x reader #twst lilia x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst floyd leech #twst jade leech #twst lilia vanrouge

[curseofaphrodite]

a potential scandal

ANTHONY BRIDGERTON X FEM!READER | fluff

summary; it was hate at first sight. or that's what he thought anyway. [ fem!pronouns, anthony's a lil bit mean, suggestive language]

When Anthony's mother announced to the room that he was looking for a wife, he acted as gentleman-like as he could. Despite the sudden chaos around him, he remained calm, poise and collected.

Until you crashed into him with a lemonade.

"NO!" he winced, looking at his now-stained jacket. "Ruining my clothes just to have a conversation with me isn't the most cleverest plan!"

"I'm sorry- wait, what?" you snapped, meeting his eyes with a frown.

"It's disrespectful and deceiving—"

"I see your ego is bigger than your," you paused, deciding to swallow your words rather than cause a scene. He took the silence as purposeful.

"Excuse me? Bigger than my what?"

"I meant your hat," you finished, rolling your eyes. "Now if that's all, I have other places to be. Good day."

"I see what you're doing!" he yelled half-amusedly as you walked away. "Leaving just to make me follow you? Oldest trick in the book. Not going to fall for it."

You hadn't even acknowledged his words. He waited smugly, knowing that you would come back any second with yet another excuse.

Seconds passed.

He looked at the clock. The event had hardly began. Why would you leave so early if you weren't trying to catch his attention? Were you in trouble? Now that he thought about it, you did seem extremely anxious.

He groaned, tried to rub the lemonade stain (failed), and followed your path.

-

Apparently, you had already called for your carriage, and Anthony felt a little like an extremely annoyed Prince Charming as he chased down his Cinderella.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked loudly, just as you were about to step inside the small carriage. You turned with an extremely perplexed look.

"Are you following me?"

"No! Well yes," he shrugged. "My family did this event, surely I could inquire you on why you're leaving without even having one dance?"

"I have other business," you said sharply.

He scoffed. "So you're one of those women who prefer to be alone instead of sociable?"

"I have no distaste for events. What I find interesting is how you jumped to the conclusion that I was lying? As if I had nothing more important to do than dance around fancy halls with men I'm not even interested in?"

"Oh so you have a discreet partner!" he said, connecting the dots. "Someone not from a well-respected family, I'm assuming."

"I said I have other business," you hissed, and he was nearly startled at the change of your tone. Yes, you sounded annoyed before, but now you seemed downright enraged.

While he was left pondering his guilt, you had already disappeared.

"Why are you out here, brother?" a familiar voice asked, and Anthony turned to face Daphne with newfound determination. "The lady who left just now; I need to organize some men to look for her. Something screams she's in danger and I must—" "Poke your nose into things that aren't clearly your business?" she prodded, raising an eyebrow. "It's the right thing to do," he said, sighing in a way that said he was impatient. "I do have to find out who she is. What if I send a search party? Or do I ask Lady Danbury? She clearly knows some tricks — where are you going?" "Pardon me, but who was the lady who just left?" she asked the nearest butler. He nodded in acknowledgment and came out of his statue-like pose. "That'd be Miss L/N." "See? I know a trick or two myself!" Daphne said triumphanthly, before doing a double take. "Wait, did you say Miss L/N? As in Y/N L/N?" "You know her?" Anthony asked, stunned. "Know her? She's practically my closest friend! Why did she leave without telling me?" "You have friends?" Daphne scoffed. "I've more friends than you. Must you think I'm always in one event or another? I have a social life too!" "I wasn't implying," he took a deep breath in. "So L/N. Is she the kind of person you'd say is involved with scandals?" "Certainly. But not the kind she may end up being harmed in, so don't you dare try to spread rumors either way!" "I wasn't — a gentleman doesn't spread rumo-" he began, but Daphne had already left.

-

TWO WEEKS LATER, BRIDGERTON GARDEN

-

"Are you quite sure about this?" Daphne asked in a whisper.

"Sure as I can be," you replied, solemn. "I didn't mean to make a fuss. I love this turn of events but I also felt responsible."

"I, for one, am glad you told—" her words were cut off by a rustle among the trees. Frowning, she gestured you to stay where you are and walked further near the woods.

"Sister! What are you doing here?" Anthony asked, his eyes on the path where she came from. "Quite late in the evening for a walk, isn't it?"

"I was visiting my friends," she lied, hoping you wouldn't be stupid enough to get out from the hiding spot. "I'm allowed to have some, aren't I? Or do I need your written approval?"

"If you're visiting them unchaperoned, then yes you may!" Anthony said hastily. "Which one of your friends lives in our backyard anyway?"

"I was coming back from the town."

"Don't try to lie, I can see someone's silhouette right there!"

"Daphne? You okay?" your voice called, making her groan internally. When you stumbled upon the scene, both you and Anthony had your jaws drop to the floor. Simultaneously.

"You!" he said, in a betrayed voice. Then he looked at his sister. "And you! What are you doing with that witch?"

"Anthony!" Daphne said warningly. "She's my friend, as you very well know. I didn't want you two to meet because I was sure you both would disapprove of one another."

"Witch is a flattering way to address me, so I'm sure we'll be best friends in no time," you said, rolling your eyes. You seemed to do that a lot in his presence. Anthony, on the other hand, still hadn't gotten over his shock.

"But what are you doing here?" he asked wildly. "Don't tell me that you meet my sister in the garden every time just for my expense! Secret meetings usually mean trouble, and you look like nothing but!"

"She was about to leave," Daphne tried, but you may have shown a crack of guilt on your face. Anthony almost smiled.

"Speak. Now."

You sighed. "Your sister's been attending my meetings. Eloise, I mean."

"Your what?"

"Meetings — now I would be normally delighted, but there's a trick to revolting. One of the main things you don't do is show up in rich clothes that people can easily recognize. She's confident, smart and you should be proud of her; but I feel as though there have been rumors lately. If any of ton disgraces her in any way, I won't stand for it."

Anthony listened to your rant, but nothing made sense to him.

"Your what?" he repeated.

"Meetings!" you scoffed. "Do I have to spell it out? I'm involved in politics, specifically women's rights. Eloise joined too but she's not being clever with her disguises."

"OH!" he laughed. "So that's where you were sneaking off that day!" — He ceased the laugh just as soon. — "Wait, you're involved in politics?"

"Is he normally this stupid?" you asked Daphne, who was watching the exchange with an eyebrow raised. She had thought it'd be wise to keep the two of you separate, but this was not how she thought your fights would go. Not as playfully light. Emphasis on playfully.

"I'm going to have a talk with my sister," he hissed. "Does your family know what you're up to?"

"No, and no."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're forbidding me from talking to my own sister? And here I thought you had no sense of humor!"

"I'm saving you from embarrassment. Do you honestly think she's going to listen to you?"

"You're not a good influence either!"

"Daphne and I will take care of it," you said sharply. "And trust me, our methods will not involve saying she shouldn't come to the meetings. In fact, I'm going to encourage it."

"That's not your place!"

"It's not yours either," Daphne interrupted. Anthony gasped.

"Et tu, Brute?"

"I'm leaving," you said, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. "I'll see you tomorrow Daph."

"Get home safe!" she yelled after you, then turned casually to see the scowl upon her brother.

"Your friends are infuriating," he declared.

"At least they're not fun-killers."

A gasp again. "I happen to be very fun!"

"You happen to look as if you've got a plan already. Whatever it is, don't do it," she said, firm as can be.

"I'M NOT PLANNING ANYTHING!"

"Yes, you are."

(Yes, he was.)

-

As much as you were as tolerable to him as wrinkled suits — Anthony did know one thing you said was true.

Eloise was smart. Most importantly, she was a Bridgerton. She'd deny or protest or make fun of him just to escape from his claims. What he needed was to catch her in the act.

So for one evening, he left his top hat and jacket back home, wore the dirtiest shirt he could find, and borrowed a servant's shoes. He had fears that he'd be clearly visible even in a disguise, but those melted into thin air when he realized the pub he was in was packed with people, very loud and extremely chaotic. No one spared a second glance at him.

"Want a glass of our finest wine?" the bartender asked as he sat down near the counter.

No offense but this place looks as if it doesn't know the meaning of fine. Or wine.

"Is that a trick question Archie? Of course he'd prefer the beer instead!" your voice said, making him almost fall off sideways.

Somehow you had appeared right beside him, nonchalantly holding your face in your palms. It almost looked cute. He then noticed the lack of fancy laces and hairdos. He noted how you were more at ease here. He rejected the beer and watched you earnestly.

"Am I that predictable?" he asked, groaning,

"A for effort," you said, laughing. "So why are you here? Suddenly interested in equal rights?"

"No place for a Bridgerton with honors to protect," the bartender added, clearly mocking. Anthony had enough.

"Is there a place we can talk where it isn't this loud?" he asked, standing up. You followed his lead and pointed to the nearest door. He walked cautiously, expecting a jumpscare of some sort. But the room was some kind of closet — dimly lit and stacks of books everywhere.

You closed the door behind you. "What's going on?"

"I'm here to see Eloise," he said, hands behind his back and head held high. You giggled. That caught him off guard.

"Nope, I'm sorry but you're not forbidding her from coming here," your words were calm. No anger hinted your features. He almost wished it did. It was harder to talk to you when you were being perfectly reasonable.

"I know what's good for her. Me," he protested. "This is a dangerous place!"

"This? Just because everyone's having fun? I promise you, she doesn't drink."

"Stop laughing!"

"Seriously, what made you so glum? What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"People could know! This thing you're doing — the meetings; they aren't proper!"

"Oh, and this is?"

At first, he didn't understand what you were talking about. He had his eyebrows scrunched, so you went on.

"Us alone in a room? Unchaperoned?" you gasped dramatically. "OH the horror! What if someone enters the room and demands you to marry me?"

"You'd be lucky to marry a viscount!" he said defensively, hardly thinking about his words. "Frankly it'd be me who will be in torment for the rest of my life."

"If you love viscounts, you should marry one."

He scoffed. "You know what I mean! The money, the influence, the events — isn't that what you're looking for?"

Your mouth fell open. "You're seriously proposing to me right now?"

"No!" his reply was too quick. Anthony Bridgerton blushed red like a tomato.

"Good, because that was a terrible way to convince someone to marry you."

"I don't need words to make someone marry me. Just 10 minutes alone behind closed doors is far from enough," he said boldly.

"Just 10 minutes?" you tsk-ed. "Now I'm really glad I'm not marrying you, my lord."

That's disrespectful. Crude. You're annoying, I should tell everyone what you're up to! Then there was another part of his brain that said — prove her wrong.

But no matter what, he knew whatever he had to say will be met with more witty replies, sharp glances and determination that matched his. He felt fit to storm out instead.

You were still smiling when you went ahead to do your speech.

-

"Beer. And keep pouring till I say no," Anthony said, seating himself beside the counter yet again.

"You're staying for the meeting?" the bartender asked, surprised.

He looked at the small stage, the one where you were currently walking towards to. He looked at his sister near the door, who had yet to notice him. He listened to the happy laughs and whoops, and most importantly — the beats of his heart. It was almost as loud as the pub.

"Yes," he said simply, earning a smile from the bartender. He didn't even notice the glass of beer in front of him. He was too busy looking at you.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony x y/n #bridgerton x reader #astoria writes #antony bridgerton #fluff #enemies to lovers #fem!reader #bridgerton fanfiction #imagines

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I had a dream yesterday. And I've always had weird dreams. Creepy or bizzare or both. Though they've always told a narrative. They've always been long drawn out stories with dialogue and characters and a goal and a beginning and usually an end.

Yesterday I dreamt of walking down my street. It was dark and I was with an old friend. I knew in the dream they were an old friend, one I hadn't met since I was a teenager, maybe longer. But now, awake, I can't recall their face.

We were going somewhere to find something. In the dream I knew where we were going and what we hoped to recover. Now the details are murky.

I was apprehensive in the dream. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had tried this before, with more people, with more old friends, and that I had failed. And like a game resetting I had started at the beginning again. Except none of the others were given a second chance and I was here now with a new companion, walking back towards the same fate. My friend remained oblivious and happy. We were talking about the neighbourhoods and houses we were passing. I think I dismissed the flashing images of my 'first try' as deja vu or anxiety.

It was night when we started off from my street. No time passed, but it was bright and early a step away, on the next street. There was something safe about my small dark street with its one light, and I felt we had left that safety behind.

This new neighbourhood was idyllic. Sunny and green with little houses. But there were no people. I don't think there was any noise at all, aside from the two of us.

We passed a pair of cottages that were painted to look like little green frogs. They had one connected garden with a little fence and archways and garden seats painted to look like toadstools. I told my friend I'd like to live there. That when we got what we came for we should go see the cottages, invite others and have a lunch on the toadstools.

At the end of the street was a white wall and a large gate, behind it stood an old fashioned bungalow with a sprawling garden dotted by bushes. The bunglow's veranda wrapped all the way around it, all the doors leading to the inside of the house were open wide, and we could see a courtyard in the middle. There was antique furniture throughout the house, making it difficult to navigate through. But they made good hiding spots. We knew we needed to hide. That we weren't supposed to be there. That whatever we were taking, we'd be stealing. I think we got caught last time, my other old friends and I.

There was an older lady. A servant. I could see her from my hiding spot. She was talking to someone. I don't think I could make out what they were saying, can you hear noise in dreams? But I knew she was talking about us. Telling someone that we had come here.

I only ever saw who she was talking to through their reflection in the glass doors. Whoever it was she looked like my next-door neighbour who had passed away almost a year ago. The one who used to make little bouquets of this plant the cats liked, tied together with a red ribbon, and toss it into our garden for them to find. We never spoke much, but I miss her.

She looked exactly like her. Except her hands didn't make sense. They just kept going and going till they almost reached the ground. I didn't understand why at first. I had to keep staring at that reflection. I thought maybe something was wrong with it. That maybe it was distorted? It was her nails. It was her nails that were wrong. They were long and sharp and dirty and I knew I had felt them once, against my skin, against my flesh, tearing into me. Maybe it's just because it was a dream, but it's an odd feeling to know you had died once and you were going to die again, that even the extra steps you took to prevent it hadn't really changed anything. There was a strange disconnect to it.

We crept around the bungalow. It was really just one long circular corridor packed with furniture, with a courtyard in the middle. I think she knew we were there. I think she was hunting us. But whatever we came for it was more important than whatever fate had met my previous companions (Becoming a corpse? Becoming a meal?)

The more we stayed there, the more I just knew things. Like how that wasn't really my old neighbour. How whatever it was just looked like her. To appear safe and friendly and comforting, maybe, to me specifically. I knew why the whole neighbourhood was empty, of course. I knew what had happened to all the people. I knew why the houses were so well kept though, so welcoming, designed to draw people in.

We got what we came for. It was further than we had gotten last time. Or at least that's the impression I had. Then we ran. It, whatever it was, chased after us. We made it out of the gates and as we ran past the picturesque little houses, as we ran past the frog cottage I knew that one had been made just for me.

#then my dog woke me up at 4am! #the worst kind of dreams are where you live a whole life and fall in love with someone you've never met before and then you wake up #and suddenly you're mourning the loss and death of a life that never existed and people your brain made up for the lols #all while you're still groggy #that's one of the most fucked up sadistic shit your brain can pull on you and it's happened to me twice

[silyabeeodess]

Thoughts on TWST Book 7: Knots in an Already Twisted History

Now that I've caught up to the available translations for Book 7's current chapters, I can't help having some thoughts on the lore that's been revealed to us. Much of this focuses on the world's history, specifically between humans and fairies, as there are some dots that aren't connecting when we look at the bigger picture. As this is a lengthy analysis, I've broken it down into sections. Please note there will be major spoilers ahead.

Where the history we know meets TWST's:

To begin, it's revealed to us in Book 7 that Night Raven College has been established since at least Lilia's days as a Royal Guardsman. While there weren't always seven distinct dorms, with Pomfiore's being the first/oldest, I get the feeling that at least Diasomnia's dorm must've existed by this time. My reasoning for this is because, even though Lilia's application came centuries ago, Maleficent still isn't mentioned except as a legendary figure in history.

I know there's probably some people who want to think of this Maleficent as the one from the 2014 film--especially with inclusion of Henry in TWST's story. However, I get a strong feeling that just isn't the case. All flashbacks have pointed us to the animated films alone and it's important to emphasize that the 2014 version of Maleficent is extremely different from every other incarnation of the character across the Disney franchise, including in Yuu's flashblacks. In 2014, she was painted as a tragic heroine that tried to undo her own curse on Aurora and helped save both the human and fairy kingdoms. I'd say that film was a complete middle finger to the original, but who's asking...? Moreover, that wouldn't explain how that ending where the two kingdoms merged peacefully changed to their being broken up again with no mention of how or why whatsoever.

More than likely, TWST's Henry is a reference, but not the same character. If he was, the timeframe also wouldn't fit since Maleficent is missing from Lilia's backstory. Even if we consider the possibility of her being Malleus' grandmother, it doesn't explain why Malenoa (except as maybe a Maleficent stand-in herself), Lord Longan, or Revaan exist or why Aurora is also missing. Yes, Silver is a heavy Aurora parallel, but Aurora should still exist just like every other Disney character explained in TWST's history: The Great Seven, the mermaid princess that was Ariel, the puppet that came to life as Pinocchio, etc., etc., etc. It wouldn't make any sense at all for only Aurora and/or Maleficent to be replaced across this entire game. Keep in mind, the characters in TWST mimic the original Disney ones, but those originals have also played their own, separate roles in the world. To call Silver Aurora's replacement would mean we would have to call all of the others replacements too when that is clearly false.

Therefore, the only possibility left is that Maleficent is much older than anyone we've seen and is no longer around because she was killed by Phillip well before even Lilia existed. This would also make sense with TWST's history being so distorted: Not even the long-lived fairies that were there during the events we see were old enough to witness Maleficent's downfall; ergo, none of them can say what truly happened outside of the stories that have been passed down to them. Which brings me to my bigger point: If Maleficent wasn't around to see the same conflict that we do, if her and Aurora's story already happened, what else has occurred that we didn't see?

A Fairy's Blessing:

This section is more of an in-between, but another point that adds to the events of Sleeping Beauty occurring much further in the past is Silver's and the Knight of Dawn's lineage. They're both described as these ethereal beauties recognizable for their blonde hair and unique eyes, a fact so important that Lilia was glad when Silver's hair color changed because other fairies would be suspicious of his features. As he points out though... they aren't natural colors. Just as Silver's hair turned to a color of moonlight from a Night Fairy's blessing, so should it have been that shining blonde from a Day Fairy's blessing. The Knight of Dawn was blessed the very same, having been given the ring that was passed on to Silver. And who else do we know that was extremely beautiful that was blessed by fairies at birth? Aurora.

Moving on...

Night Fairies vs. Day Fairies:

Despite the story pointing to a conflict between humans and fairies as a clash between species, although the Day Fairies have a direct connection to the Silver Owls, this alliance is never properly addressed. One would think that the Day Fairies would take issue with nature itself being destroyed just like the elemental fairies do, or that the Night Fairies would call them traitors or hypocrites, but neither happen. Moreover, again, what we see follows the flow of the original Sleeping Beauty, with the three fairies who give the Knight of Dawn his ring and guard Silver mimicking Flora, Fauna, and Merriweather blessing Aurora.

This conflict of interest was shown in both the animated and 2014 films: In the former, a matter of good vs. evil and, in the latter... Honestly, it wasn't well thought out beyond "spreading peace," since their entire characters were resigned mostly to comedic relief trying to wean off the original's. Thank goodness the names were changed so I don't even have to think of them as the same people. Maybe they were actually bodysnatchers that kidnapped the real Flora, Fauna, and Merriweather.

Let's review what fairies really are and how their hierarchy works in TWST's world. To repeat what was covered in the Fairy Gala event, the fairies aren't all one, solidary people like Book 7 presents them as. There are those like Malleus who can pass as human and there are those who take on a smaller, more traditional appearance like what we typically think of; there are those who transform into beasts and those who exist as manifestations of natural elements; they speak different languages and even their leaders won't recognize each other, just as human civilizations often don't. All of this, Malleus himself explains, which is why he couldn't help when the fairies came in and stole the mage stone. Clearly, the Day and Night fairies fall in-line with this example: They are literally named as polar opposites of each other.

There's another factor to consider as well, and that's that, just because the Day Fairies sided with the Knight of Dawn, that doesn't mean they were on the same side as Henry or the Silver Owls or are even necessarily against the Night Fairies as a whole. Why? Well, we see the Knight of Dawn disagree with Henry's actions and save Lilia with a pre-hatched Malleus. He didn't go directly against Henry because he felt indebted to and was scared for the king's life due to an illness. The Knight of Dawn was a good person forced to serve a bad one; facing Malenoa, an enemy just as prejudiced (it doesn't matter if you feel she's justified or not, she was still fine treating innocent humans like dirt like our NRC group); and doing the best he could to do what was right despite the terrible, complicated circumstances he was stuck with.

While this gets into strong theory territory, the reason I brought up Aurora before is because I think this might actually explain the Day Fairies' strange allegiance. They aren't allied with humans or fairies, but to one, special lineage: Aurora's and Phillip's. If you think about it, the Knight takes on the traits of both. He's as beautiful as Aurora, her blessings passed down to him, while as strong as Phillip in combat, his battle with Malenoa a much more tragic parallel to Phillip's battle with Maleficent. He carries himself with "virtue and truth," and even has a magic sword.

Why was he originally an abandoned orphan despite this royal lineage? Well, probably for the same reasons he died and Silver was left alone: Whether or not it was well after their deaths, someone took over Aurora's kingdom at some point in the timeline thanks to territorial disputes or other factors; Maybe even someone of Maleficent's lineage/species, since Malenoa's castle looked exactly like the Sleeping Beauty castle we know from the film. It's confirmed in-game as well that the Night Fairies had another, more fortified one that better matched Maleficent's. The Day Fairies' allegiance never changed, or at least the allegiance of three of those fairies: They've always supported Aurora's bloodline. As is true to real life, it's not as simple as one side started this conflict and is wholly evil--the Night Fairies aren't all like Maleficent; humans aren't all like Henry; and, even shown in individual relationships in the story, we have Malenoa and Lilia who weren't like Lord Longan in their original views of the world and its people--but rather that power dynamics have been constantly shifting over time with both good and evil individuals caught up in them. Moreover, because of that waxing and waning, Aurora's story is almost repeating itself in Silver's--only with other humans acting as an added threat to his life.

Is there another story playing out different from what we believe?

All that being said, there is another, small possibility that might be worth thinking about: That TWST's history as the characters know it might be real after all rather than distorted over the years as we thought. I take this into consideration because of our experiences with Mickey. Just like us, Mickey comes from another world, another reality in the Disney line-up. Therefore, there's a chance that, just like how we're able to communicate with him across dreams, maybe what we're seeing aren't flashbacks into TWST's past, but rather reflections of what has occurred in Mickey's timeline instead, as a world potentially existing similarly to Kingdom Hearts or how interactions in the parks are presented, to help us deal with the current issues we are having in TWST's world. This also would help us explain why territories are so different from the ones we know from the films. For example, barring a name change, there is no Greece that Hercules takes place in, but the Kingdom of Heroes and the Island of Woe. TWST may be taking the concept of separate canons into the realm of an existing multiverse within its lore. In this case, history isn't being twisted by those retelling it, but by alternate timelines taking shape. Because of this, anything that isn't adding up, like with the Draconias living in the Sleeping Beauty castle and the land being taken over by the Silver Owls, could be dismissed: We would have to take Yuu's visions simply as warnings and shake off everything we've known.

EDIT: Adding this late, but it occurred to me that the Tsum events could also possibly be evidence for this, as they also come from another world and act as AU versions of the characters. With those events seeming to be more of a simple, funny crossover with the brand, it's hard to consider it canon. Still, Yana Toboso is known for creating comedic side-stories in her works that hint/contain important information we wouldn't fully understand until later.

Again though, I list this as a small possibility rather than a theory. There's not much else to give way to it beyond that fact that other worlds exist like Yuu's and Mickey's. We would likely need to explore more of those worlds and how they're connected before considering this idea further. Another clear factor going against this is that there's also not enough in TWST's history altered except that certain events are being painted in a different light. Take Aladdin's story for instance: In one tale society passed down, he's a portrayed as trickster that Jafaar caught red-handed. In another, he's just a man that shared bread with starving children, leading to a saying that "if you eat a big baguette, you'll never go hungry again." They're both technically true events playing out just like we have always known them to since childhood: It's clearly how they've been told and in what way they're connected that's changed, with no one knowing that it's the same person in both stories.

Anyway, thank you all again for sticking with me through another long post.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst silver #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst henry #silver owls #twst book 7 #video games #analysis

[dearweirdme]

I saw this in another blog:

"Tae was never supposed to go because this was jk's birthday gift to jm! He tweeted how jm's birthday wasn't over, only him not tae. He planned and paid for everything, only him not tae. This was a gift from jk to jm, so what would be the purpose of inviting tae??"

Do you have any idea where the source of this info is? I've never heard about this before. They're talking about the gcft btw. All I heard was it was supposed to be a maknae-line trip, but even that I dunno the source of. Also, didn't JK said there was no other choice? Looks like jkkrs are still hung up on this.

Hi anon!

You're making me summon the essay-leaving-jikook-anon here ;).

The way I see it is it's a lot of assuming from their part. Jimin spoke about Jk arranging the tickets, which doesn't directly mean he paid for all of it. But also, the guys have money... to them treating someone on a trip is what treating someone to dinner is to us. The tweet on Jimin's birthday to me looks like they just weren't finished celebrating that day. Jikookers made it to mean Jk was alluding to the Tokyo trip, but that is only because they try to connect some dots. There was a whole two weeks inbetween Jk's birthday tweet and their trip, so to me that tweet being about Jimin's birthday not being over yet to me makes more sense it being about the day itself.

All that's ever been said about the trip (that i'm aware of) is that: Maknea line discussed going together. Tae ended up not going, but Jimin and Jk still went. Jk arranged the tickets (which does not mean he payed for everything). Jk and Jimin have similar tastes in travel and similar habits that makes it enjoyable for them to travel together.

I'm going to do something funny and link to a Jikook vid on YouTube. It has the sources and dates organized well.

Now if you watch this vid while only looking at facts and without the assumption that Jimin and Jk are a couple in mind, all you are actually left with is: two friends enjoying a trip together. It was a big deal to them, since they were very young and it was their first trip together, without any managers or parental figures present. Does it matter that Tae wasn't there? No.

There is nothing romantic in any of their comments about the trip, there is nothing romantic in the footage we've seen. The only romantic connection that can be made, is the usage of the song by Martin Garrix and Troye Sivan "There for you", but Troye Sivan himself even said that to him that song was about the fans. Jk used romantic songs for several of his GCF's, with all members there. Songs are often used not litterally, but because of the feeling they convey.

The trip was highly commercialized. The trip itself might have been private, but when you make it so public afterwards it's imposible to keep claiming that it was entirely private. Stuff was meant to be seen and it was used to market a BTS friendship. Now that friendship is definitely real and strong. But that GCF video is till this day one of the strongest 'proofs' Jikookers have, and that is because it has been talked about by Jimin and Jk during interviews a lot. Is that an indication of it being a private trip, or is it an indication of it being used for marketing?

When looking at events factually (so without any notion of a romantic relationship in mind) all the evidence really points at is a strong friendship. Now the same can be said for Tae and Jk. That is where to me the body language and day to day interactions come into play, and I feel when looking at those there is clear difference between the way Jikook and Taekook act. Separate events are only details in a grander story, a consistency in intimacy will tell you way more about actual bonds between members.

So to conclude, Jk and Jimin do things together. They're friends, friends hang out often. Is it any indication of a romance, no. If I were to be romantically inclined with all my friends I took a trip with... boy would things get weird.

#anon #taekook

[cainightfics]

the detail in your fic where elliot was planning on lying to Krista to try to get specific pills from her was really good, this is something that I thought should have been talked about in the show and I was surprised it wasn't. another thing similar to this that I'm surprised wasn't talked about in the actual show is that elliot broke his arm as a kid, and was definitely given painkillers in the hospital, and this was most likely was his introduction to morphine. there are a lot of things I think about in regards to elliot's addiction in the show and how there were some things that in my opinion should have been explored further, maybe because I've had similar experiences and have friends with similar experiences but also because it's frustrating to me how obvious some of these details are and how much sense they would make in the show but weren't talked about at all. sorry for the rant lol. writing a fic myself and will be exploring these things in it because I can lol.

(anon from before again. sorry) it's just so weird to me that in the show where elliot's main traumatic event he remembers being when he broke his arm, and he later gets addicted to morphine, and they never explicitly connect the two events in the show. idk maybe we're supposed to connect the dots ourselves but I don't remember them saying in the show that he was given morphine in the hospital. it's possible they actually did say that and I just don't remember but yeah idk it would have made a lot of sense if they showed his first exposure to the drug he got addicted to being after the big traumatic event he remembers

i totally agree. it felt like elliots addiction in general was underdeveloped, perhaps because its something sam esmail has never experienced. but any addict will tell you its not about the drug itself, but about personality. i used to be addicted to xanax, i managed to quit (and had HORRIBLE withdrawals that scared me from falling off the wagon again), but now ive just turned to alcohol instead lol. elliots addiction really didnt feel like much of a struggle after he quit (which happened too early in the show, imo).

i also think it would have been a nice connection if they revealed elliot had been on painkillers as a child. given that the arm breaking incident was right during the middle of his abuse, if he were to be on painkillers, he might have the luxury of not being fully "present" for the abuse. elliot uses drugs to escape reality/his own feelings. if this was something he learned was possible in childhood, it might explain his spiral into morphine addiction later on.

good luck writing your fanfic! id love to read it when youre done. ironically, ill be exploring this issue in a one shot im trying to have done by xmas, too! it always felt to me like the addiction arc was pointless, except to lead to shaylas death (which was also very pointless and classic woman-in-the-fridge)

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Hey love! 💛 Can I get an unsent Leo x Fem!Corrin love letter (written by Leo)? For extra angst, can we say he has a crush on her but she chose Hoshido? Maybe he's writing to her in hopes of finally making the decision on whether or not he would dare to tell her his feelings after everything that's happened.

Happy event! Can't wait to see what you do!

OW you were brutal with how angsty it sounds and I somehow made it goofy instead idk how it just sorta happened

FIRE EMBLEM FATES: BIRTHRIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD!

~

After the war Leo had a lot of things to take care of. Of course Camilla provided him with all the support even though the two still were affected by Xander and Elise's deaths.

Although Leo preferred to go through negotiations face to face, he had so much work he started sending out letters.

And that's when there was a small mistake... When Camilla was collecting the letters to be sent out she grabbed one she shouldn't have. It was a confession Leo had written a long time ago and it just remained at his desk over all this time. He actually had forgotten about it.

It was but now a matter of time til the letter found it's way to Corrin.

Dear Corrin

Although it still pains me that you have chosen to side with Hoshido it gave me some time to think. Just now have I had the opportunity to realize what you truly mean to me. I do not wish to hide those feelings forever, for I am not that type of man. To put it simply I'm in love with you, probably have been for some time by now. Ever since I knew we aren't blood related it was almost like an internal battle started within me and eventually my feelings over my reason had won. That's why I've written this.

You needn't send me a letter back. Sooner or later our paths will cross I'll wait for your response.

Until then,

Leo

She was confused by it and decided to surprise him with a visit where she'd ask about it. Although during her travel she connected the dots and thought it must've been old.

The moment he saw Corrin he greeted her without any knowledge that she had received the letter. She didn't waste time to bring it up though...

He was speachless, after composing himself he told her when he was supposed to send it "While it doesn't change my feelings, you weren't supposed to receive that... But blame falls onto me for leaving it out in the open when I asked Camilla to send out the letters" he sighed but he was clearly still embarrassed.

"It's good that it doesn't change how you feel, because it'd be awkward if I said I felt the same now"

#leo x corrin #leo fates #leo fire emblem fates #leo fire emblem #leo x reader #corrin x leo #corrin fef #corrin fire emblem #fire emblem corrin #f kamui #Kamui #Kamui x Leo #Leo x kamui #Corrin #female kamui #Kamui fire emblem

[yung-n8v-teacher]

reflecting on november & december

so,,,,a major thing happened since my last update,,,

a part of the teaching program i'm in is that i have to transition to different classrooms each trimester. the first trimester (where a LOT of reflection happened) was spent in a sixth grade classroom. the second trimester (which we're now in), i'm in a first grade classroom.

TALK ABOUT A BIG JUMP !!!! — my cohort members all transitioned to a grade above or below where they were for trimester 1, but i'm the only one to go from middle school to lower elementary.

why/how did this happen? the principal, based on the few times she has seen me lead the after-school program, said that she thinks i can teach in any grade level and wants to see what i can do with the first graders. crazy reasoning, but i guess i can do this,,,,

the transition was supposed to happen on november 5th, but that didn't happen for me. my first day that i was supposed to be with my first graders didn't happen until a day later because i had coverage/subbing to do in 8th grade. i went from the biggest babies in the school to the second smallest babies in the school. what a jump,,,

the plan with the trimester two transition was that the associate teachers were supposed to observe for a week before taking over a small section in the new class, but I couldn't even observe because I got tasked with coverage again and when I wasn't covering, my first grade class had a sub (that wasn't me), so they weren't acting like their normal selves. one of the non-normal days with them, i was leading the whole day because i got last minute coverage. (what a day that was,,,) i did not have a full, normal week with the first graders until the beginning of december. (isn't that crazy???)

while the transition has been very, very gradual, i feel a bit more confident and comfortable with the little ones than i did at the start. i even went on a field trip with them!!! (i was very exhausted when i got home that day,,,) a part of gaining more comfortability with the first graders was doing my two-day teach with them. two days where I was the lead teacher and not the associate. what a time that was. it went a lot better than I expected it to go. while i had to be a little strict at times, i survived, they learned and they don't hate me. i don't think people that small are capable of hate, but it's nice to know that they still ask/give me hugs whenever. (the hugs are probs the best part of transitioning to first grade; the worst part you ask? the sickness and germs. i spent all of trimester one and some of trimester two, not sick then after a week with the little ones, i was so congested and fighitng for my life against this awful cough.)

so much has happened, and i can't believe i made it to december. while things seem fine and dandy, lets get into some tea,,,

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tea

a couple of the first grade teachers are leaving at the end of the year, meaning there will be some lead teacher positions up in the air [while i don't want to stroke my very small ego, i can't help but wonder if the principal put me in first grade for my classroom transition to potentially hire me as a lead teacher for first grade (if they want to hire me for first grade, i most likely won't take it)]

i heard through the grapevine, and it's all but confirmed, that there will be a new 8th grade classroom that they are adding to the school which means they need to hire two 8th grade lead teachers and one of those teachers could potentially be me and the other would be my emotional support yt guy (i'm manifesting we get hired, but i don't want to jinx it) [i feel like that meme with shane and ryan (the ghoul boys) about the dots connecting b/c my potential co-teacher got asked by the principal about how he would feel teaching 8th grade ela, and i have also been doing so much coverage in 8th grade math, science and coding like it's insane (i've been getting this much coverage in 8th grade b/c i'm the only associate teacher with any experience teaching that stuff (insert crying emoji))]

i had my feelings mansplained to me by the director(?)/program lead of the teaching program i'm in — asking how i'm doing in second grade (she got which grade i'm working in wrong) and how i've been doing on a personal level. i told her that i've been a little frsutrated and panicked about first grade b/c it didn't feel like something i could do, but i can recognize that i've been making progress and that i can feel myself growing as a teacher. she then turned it around on me by saying that "i can't focus on the negatives" (when did i say i was doing that??) and that "you have to see this as a growing experience and know that you're to be so much more knowledgeable after it" (like thanks for showing me that you were listening to what i said by being able to say it in your own words) — she then got on me b/c i was only "half there" for the pd sessions that she leads and saying that it's a noticeable pattern (i've been checked out of the last two pd sessions b/c i come straight from teaching and the topics were dumb and repetitive — ALSO WHEN DID TWO TIMES OF SOMETHING HAPPENING BECOME A PATTERN???) [the two pd sessions that i was "half there" for were: one, how education is a cog in systemic racism (where i had to listen to a yt co-worker basically say the definition of racism in discussion and the program lead add nothing of substance to the rest of the pd other than saying, "we need to be mindful of our biases" like bitch, WE KNOW)]; the second pd session was acting out scenarios about how to give redirections in class as if the entire cohort hasn't had multi-day coverage before and as if we don't talk about how to give redirections with our mentor teachers almost daily [this shit had me heated]

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #119

What are some tropes/settings/concepts that you like in horror movies/books? Uh I tend to like paranormal movies. I like a lot of horror stuff though, but right now I'm really not in the mood to like dig through my brain listing everything that comes to mind. One thing I do wanna mention though is I LOVE well-written villains that have like, a reason behind their evil.

Are there any objects that you own because of what they are rather than what you use them for? (For example, having a piano to have a piano rather than to play it or having an Eames chair because it is an Eames chair, etc.) No, that seems pretty dumb and pridefully materialistic.

Who do you tend to compare yourself to most often? Is it someone in your life, someone online, or some composite idea of a person? My two immediate sisters, the ones I grew up with and have been regularly involved with my whole life. I 100% feel like that hydra dragon drawing where two look serious and powerful and then there's the derp one/me lmao. I constantly feel like they're both embarrassed by me and since we were raised in the exact same environment and all, I have a hard time understanding why I turned out so different from them in terms of being an adequate, capable adult.

Stripes or polka dots? Polka dots, I just like circles.

Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? This depends on a lot. How close are we, and how exactly are you touching me? As a base rule if we're not at least somewhat close, just simply don't touch me unless it's like, a hug that you have permission to give.

What is your gender? Do you think that people think it's obvious? As the previous survey taker answered, gender isn't always an obvious thing, first and foremost. However, in the traditional sense of how people visualize a woman, I think it is. I've never been misgendered, so.

How long did your first date last? A few hours. We saw a movie and had lunch.

Highlight of your day? Girt meeting my sister's EXTREMELY affectionate dog Oakley and them totally falling in love with each other, oh my god they were both so happy. Girt had wanted to meet her for a loooong time now because she's like 100% his kind of dog, but the one time he'd already been here since they got Oakley, she had to stay locked in Ash and Nick's bedroom because of a party guest being terrified of her (she's not aggressive, just VERY big and insanely pushy).

Is everything working in your house? Uhhh I believe so, yes. Well no, we do have a broken PS2 right now, but Girt wants us to keep it stored in case our working one breaks because he's confident he can fix the other one with the right stuff.

Does pop give you energy? When I had caffeine extremely regularly, it did nothing for me energy-wise, but since drinking soda way less, I think it tends to, at least usually.

TV show you love with a passion? Meerkat Manor.

Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? Yes. Never, ever, fucking ever allow yourself to be 100% certain that a person won't just drop you like a boulder and bolt, I don't care what your connection to the person is.

Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes? Holy fuck, no. I don't think I even have 10.

Last time you went to 7-eleven? Never, I think. They're not really a thing here, or at least they weren't; one recently opened very near to us, but we've never been there.

A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? Arby's is absolutely disgusting. Burger King has also never impressed me.

Does everyone in your family have a job? Me nor Mom do. I mean, my mom does clean the church she attends, but she is no longer paid because if she was, she'd be taken off disability, which simply can't happen if we want a house to live in and groceries in the kitchen. It's not a stable source of income anyway because it's taxing on her, the church is extremely poor so can't pay her much anyway, and with her health she needs to be able to stop the moment she feels she really needs to.

Going anywhere this weekend? I don't have anything planned other than take my old Nikon camera and Nikon supplies to the place I sold my flute and guitar (for a GRAND TOTAL of like $45 btw lmao) hopefully tomorrow, and I want that to be it, really. I'm extremely sleep-deprived and just stressed and want to be a hermit.

What does it mean when you're being quiet? It can mean almost anything, really. Including nothing at all, considering I'm generally quiet anyway.

Last person you had a face-to-face conversation with? My mom.

How late did you stay up last night? At LEAST 1:30 AM, I think 2, and not willingly. I struggled so badly to fall asleep last night, I literally just laid there for fucking hours.

How many times have you been in love? Twice. I once thought thrice, but no, I was not in love with Sara now that I've actually been in love with Girt and been able to compare the sensation to how I was with Jason. I know I loved Sara, but it was not the same as Jason and Girt.

How many years older than you would you date someone? It would be very, very hard for me to go older than nine years, and even that I really wouldn't want unless I was crazy for the person, basically. I think like, 4-ish years older is the last number where an age difference wouldn't bother me at all.

What was the last thing you pinky swore on? Something with Girt, I'm sure, probably relating to my shitty self-confidence in some way. I feel like the last thing was when he initiated it about not finding me unattractive, because he knows I'm very convinced (NOT by his own behavior, I want to emphasize, this is all on me and my own head) he's not attracted to me.

Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? Definitely no more than what's normal.

About how old was the last person that hit on you? He's 29.

What color are your headphones? This pair of earplugs is white.

Is the fan on? No, this house is always fucking freezing these days and Mom is very, very reluctant to turn on the heat because money.

Any special reason why you’re taking this survey? I haven't taken one in a VERY surprising amount of time for me and I also just want to do something while I listen to music.

Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? Uh I don't drive, and there's also nobody in my face-to-face life who would ask me that anyway because they know I don't, AND I'm not ~that~ close to any of my friends here. I would if I COULD, though.

Do you like the opposite sex to be dominant or you the one in control? I am the most sub bitch you'll ever fuckin MEET lmfao, HOWEVER this is primarily only sexually and if my boyfriend was acting domineeringly as a life partner and person as a whole, I'd be so fucking gone, no partner is ever allowed to boss me around.

If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? Yeah, it's a state with a relatively recognizable shape and I have family there anyway.

[TW: EATING DISORDER] Do you eat a lot of food? No, these days I eat way too little. In therapy yesterday I did open up about how I'm developing eating disorder-ish thoughts (at least I think so, I've never actually had one) and cried a whole lot about it, and with my mom present we decided that once I see this endocrinologist next month, we're going to try to get me refered to a dietitian to help me with pre-diabetes management, weight loss, and just in general building a healthier relationship with food.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? No.

Have you ever had to give someone directions before? Hell no, I would get that person NOWHERE. I don't know street names, interstate numbers, how many miles are between here and there, ANYTHING that would really help with directions.

Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? No, that's PURE panic attack material for me lmao. I couldn't do that.

When was the last time you held someone’s hand? Uhhhh a few days ago when Girt was here, I don't think we did today. Maybe we did, but I don't remember it.

What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? The Lion King.

Which room of your house/apartment do you spend the most time in? This spare room where my desk/laptop is.

Which insect do you find the most beautiful? Butterflies and moths. Some praying mantises are also just pure stunning and so intricate.

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why? I will never, ever put beer in my mouth because that was what my dad always drank as an alcoholic. The mere smell makes me want to hurl. I also will never, ever do hard drugs like cocaine or meth 'n' shit, I will liiiiiiiiterally die before I fuck with that kind of stuff. Lastly, I am very, VERY doubtful I could ever swallow an Alka-Seltzer Plus pill, because that's the cold medication I ODed on. I shit you not, seeing the fucking logo of the brand ignites massive anxiety in me.

Is there a place that you might call your second home? Dad and Kim's house, I guess. I'm pretty much totally comfortable in Ashley's house, too.

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without? My vertical labret lip piercing.

What’s the sweetest thing someone’s done for you? Never, ever gave up on me and was there for me when he had zero obligation to be. I get way too emotional when I think of what Girt's done for me, both before we dated and now that we do.

Which wild animals are a common sight in your area? Birds obviously, then gray squirrels. Opossums and raccoons are the main roadkill here, but you don't like, regularly see them out and about and such. There are rabbits and (primarily) whitetail deer too, but they're of course shy and bolty. VERY rarely you'll see a fox; I think I've only seen one alive in my entire life, though.

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? Nobody super easily that is still in my life, but I can usually know when Girt is outside because I'll hear music. Defending him immediately, he's not an asshole that blares it, but it's still loud enough for me to hear in the living room, which is where I usually sit and wait when I know he's almost here.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? Me just being a bad aunt.

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on? So uh, I'M the one that fucking desperately needs to forgive my past lmao

Who was your first roommate? Technically my younger sister. Uh, I think. I don't believe I ever shared a room with my older sister...

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? Ashley, Nicole, and I are obviously sisters, according to basically everyone. I do stand more clearly apart from them, though; people regularly think Ash and Nicole are twins.

[TW: CHILD/PREGNANCY LOSS] Name three women you know who have lost a child. My mom's mom lost a whole lot, my former best friend Colleen had a miscarriage, and an acquaintance I have that I've done pictures for also has experienced one.

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) I mean, I've just heard American, which is what I am.

What book are you currently reading? Wings of Fire: Talons of Power. I'm being super slow at reading this one... Not because it's not good or anything, I'm into it, I've just been bad with reading.

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? Yes.

Who was your first kiss? First person who kissed me was one of two boys that endlessly harassed me in pre-k, but I absolutely don't consider that my "first kiss." I'll always consider it Jason.

Who are three of your favorite YouTubers to watch? Game Grumps, John Wolfe, and I've been having a jacksepticeye streak.

What do you miss about high school? Seeing friends regularly. Being confident in my future.

What color was your first car? I haven't had my own personal car.

What color was the house you grew up in? Primarily red brick.

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? I've only ever lived in houses with just one floor.

Does your bedroom have carpet? Yeah.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? South Africa, Alaska, Germany. Last two are pretty interchangeable with rank.

Do you get heartburn? I am on a prescription antacid because without it I have heartburn so extremely severe that it nearly makes me want to cry, like my throat will be PURE fucking acid fire. I'll sometimes feel it if I miss literally just a single day's dose. On the bright side I have learned via weight gain -> loss -> then gain again that it's absolutely weight-related, and I'm confident if I lose enough again it'll improve, if not totally stop.

What are three things you are known for on social media? Uh I guess primarily a photographer since I have the most socials for that purpose, and uh... I don't really think I'm even remotely noteworthy online in another way.

What is your Instagram account name? I have three haha; I'm not sharing my personal openly, but brittanymphotography is my basic photography account, and eldritch_obscura is roadkill/vulture culture-y photos.

Have you ever used Snapchat? No, that is NOT the app for someone who hates taking pictures of themselves lmao

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? Kinda like middle-high school transition/some of freshman year I kinda wanted to be an electric guitarist.

First celebrity you were obsessed with? Steve Irwin.

First celebrity crush? I was a Jesse McCartney bitch y'all

What was something unique about you as a kid? Uh... nothing exceedingly unique, but my writing abilities were raved over from a pretty damn young age by my teachers.

Were you ever goth/emo? Oh I was totally an emo teenager haha, and as an adult I'm 200% goth at heart lol, I'm just too poor as well as lazy for the outward appearance.

Do you want any more piercings? Oh yeah, quite a lot more.

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[jeysbvck]

Regret - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: I had so much fun writing this so I hope you have fun reading it! Please let me know what you think! Requests are open!

Request: "you're all i could think about" & "i shouldn't have left."

Warnings: none really, just a wholesome angsty ficlet, spoilers for ep 8.

Word Count: 1.7k

Taglist: @myguiltypleasures21

Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail of-

You groaned as you slammed your phone into the couch. Ignored, again. This wasn't like Adrian at all, but then again, everything had changed in just two months, so maybe this was Adrian now.

Adrian Chase was your adorably awkward boyfriend, who worked a normal job at Fennel Fields; who played Dungeons and Dragons (and made up voices for every character), who had the weirdest takes on the ending of movies and who whined like a toddler when you stopped playing with his hair, or stopped tracing circles on his back. But Adrian Chase was also Evergreens very own Vigilante, who was out most nights cleaning up the streets...by murdering the bad guys.

Sure, you thought you were losing it, when you first started to connect the dots; how could Adrian be Vigilante? but the pattern and timing of certain things was just too damn suspicious. Like how Adrian would have bruises- or an injury- with really weak excuses, the day after Vigilante made the news. The way any time Vigilante came up in any conversation, Adrian would take a little bit more of an interest in what was being said, or more notably, defend Vigilante.

"Actually, Vigilante uses knives AND swords...so I've heard."

"It isn't a costume. It's a uniform. And it's teal and black, not blue and black."

"Vigilante only kills bad people! Sure, maybe he's killed a few innocent ones too, but I'm sure he spends a little time feeling really guilty about it before moving on!"

Then you found his mask, completely by accident. Adrian, running late for his shift, had forgotten his phone and had called you from work to ask that you swing by and pick it up before you met him for lunch. It was peeking out from under the bed, the teal and black fabric with the red visor catching your eye. Your blood ran cold as you picked it up, the confirmation that you weren't losing your mind. Adrian is Vigilante. You quickly dropped it, as if the mask had caught on fire, and you kicked it further under the bed, before you grabbed Adrian's phone off the cabinet and ran.

You didn't tell Adrian you knew, you just couldn't find the words. Instead, you played the role of the unknowing girlfriend and, when he went off to secretly fight crime, you'd leave the news playing on the television, waiting for Vigilante to be mentioned. On the nights he stayed with you, you held onto him a little tighter, stared at him a little longer, seering every part of him onto your brain, just in case.

Two months passed, two long months of pretending you didn't know where his injuries were coming from, silently worrying every time he was away from you. You knew why he was keeping it a secret, it's what superheroes did right? Nobody knew who Batman was, or Superman, because they had to keep their loved ones safe. They were just vigilantes too, right? The only difference was, Adrian didn't throw them in prison, he killed them.

But then, Adrian turned up at your door with a black eye, a few cuts on his face and a split lip. He flashed you a lopsided grin as he stumbled into your apartment.

"Wrong place, wrong time." He muttered. You grabbed the first aid box from the bathroom and silently cleaned him up as he made his excuses.

"Are you okay?" You asked when he sucked air through his teeth, the antibacterial wipe stinging the cut on his forehead. He gazed up lovingly at you and nodded.

"You should see the other guy."

You let out a feeble chuckle, but you knew he was being serious. Once you patched him up, you started to clear up and in doing so, you knocked his bag off the coffee table with your hip. His bag fell off the table and out spilled the Vigilante mask.

You both stared at the mask on the floor, before staring at each other. Neither of you knew what to say, Adrian looked like a deer in headlights.

"Adri-"

"Y/N, that's not what you think. It's not min-well it is, but it's for a...fancy dress...Halloween thing..." He trailed off, before he started up again. "Are you freaking out? Is that why you're so quiet? God, Peacemaker says that it's scarier when a woman is quiet than when she's shouting...but when Harcourt shouts, that's pretty scary."

"Adrian, the only person freaking out here is you." You replied, and his eyes widened before they narrowed.

"Wait, why aren't you freaking out? You should be freaking out!"

"Um-" You avoid his eyes as you tried to come up with something-anything to say.

"How long have you known?" Adrian asked, quietly.

"Uh-" You clear your throat. "-I found it when you asked me to bring your phone to work."

"You've known for two months? And you didn't say anything?!"

"You're mad at me?!" You scoffed. "You've been lying to me for six months!"

"I-" Adrian was cut off as Barbie Girl began to ring out from Adrian's bag. You rolled your eyes, making no attempt to mask the small smile that formed on your lips. Adrian mumbled on the phone for a few minutes before he grabbed his bag.

"I gotta go." He said. As he walked past you and opened the front door, you grabbed his hand. He froze, only for a second, before he pulled away. Instead, he gave you a small kiss on your cheek before he ran down the hall, leaving you with tears in your eyes.

That had been two weeks ago and now all your calls and texts were going unanswered. You had even gone to Fennel Fields, just to be told he had taken vacation time. He was off the grid. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, you couldn't focus at work. You just stayed glued in front of the TV or your phone, waiting for anything to pop up about Vigilante.

Two weeks and three days later, you were lying on the couch, eyes closed, listening to the news, your new normal. You hadn't been paying attention really, just bits and pieces here and there, until...

Both Peacemaker and the costumed crime fighter Vigilante were working in a deep-cover operation for the U.S government called 'Project Butterfly' -

You were sat up now, elbows on your knees, eyes bulging out of your head. Adrian, working for the government? Deep cover operation? You were pretty sure your head and your heart were going to explode, it was just a matter of which one gave out first. Then, four knocks rapped against your front door. Four very familiar knocks that made you absolutely certain your heart was going to explode first.

You flung the door open, coming face to face with Adrian, who was wearing a blue hospital gown and a bashful smile. Your heart aches; all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him, but you step aside, an invitation Adrian is all too happy to accept.

"Are you okay?" You asked. He tilted his head, looking confused and you sigh. "Really? You're barefoot and wearing a hospital gown and you're confused? I saw the news." You point to the TV, where the press conference was being replayed.

"Oh! Leota!" Adrian said. "She betrayed Peacemaker, but then-"

"Adrian! Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, it's gonna take more than a knife in my back to-" He saw your face and he shook his head. "Oh no, no! I was literally stabbed in the back!" He turned and pointed to the base of his back, but there was no wound. "I was also in an explosion, so I guess it's gonna take more than being blown up too!"

"I'm sorry, you were WHAT?!" You yelled.

"I threw a grenade at Peacemakers racist dad! It was pretty cool." He replied. "Hey, Y/N, look I'm fine!"

He was right, he was fine. Not a scratch on him. that made you speechless. It also made you cry, which made Adrian rush towards you.

"I was really worried about you." You told him, as his large hands engulfed yours. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I knew. I just didn't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left." Adrian said, quietly. "Not like that."

"It's okay. You're safe and you're alive. That's all that matters." You replied.

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He asked, his face resembling that of a puppy who just wanted attention.

"Of course."

"And what about me being Vigilante?"

You pulled your hands from his and cupped his face, while his laced around your waist. You locked eyes with him and he grinned adoringly at you. "I don't care that you're Vigilante."

"You don't?"

You shook your head. "I mean, I worry about you, all the time, especially these past two weeks, but you were just...blown up?-" Adrian nodded excitedly, "-and look at you, not even a bruise. I think you can handle yourself."

Adrian pulled you closer to him and gently grazed your lips with his. Your hands snaked around the back of his head and you deepened the kiss almost instantly. You had missed him, missed this, and how dare he leave for two weeks and only give you a peck on the cheek! His finger tips dug into your hips and you had to stifle a moan, which made you pull away, breathless. You removed your hands from his head and placed them on his chest, his perfectly toned chest.

"For two weeks, you're all I could think about." Adrian told you. "I mean, don't tell the others, because if Peacemaker found out then he'd think I was distracted, but I wasn't, I still-"

You kissed him again and he didn't mind the interruption. You could interrupt him forever if it meant you did it like that.

"I love you, Adrian." You mumbled into his lips.

"I know." He replied, earning a playful slap on the chest. "I love you too, Y/N."

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #angst prompt #adrian chase fic #vigilante fic #angst #fic #peacemaker #my creations*

[dysfunctionalmaki]

To Realize

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.

A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot until... I wanted to base it on the whole Black Widow movie :"))

Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.

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Your last interaction with your father didn't go well, he simply told you that Secretary Ross is now after you and Natasha after helping Steve, and Bucky to get in the Quinjet while T'challa was after them.

Quickly tackling the king of Wakanda on the ground, while Natasha shot something at him to give Rogers and his friend time to take off, as soon as the jet flew away, you removed your arms that are restraining him.

"Your father will hear about this, and you too Miss Romanoff." The exact words that came out of T'challa, and now you're on the run with Natasha, considered as a global fugitive.

Your father looked at you with disappointment when he mentioned that Ross will be chasing you and the latter, you looked at Natasha before she took your hand and leading you out, taking you to who knows where.

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"You miss your daddy?" Natasha spoke while driving, you chuckle at her words then resting your head against the car window. "Hmm, kinda, so what are we doing here in Norway?" You ask the latter.

"Well, you've noticed that Ross is after our asses after assaulting the King of Wakanda, and helping Steve and Barnes escape the airport, I believe we should lay low, right?" She propped her elbow by the window, resting her head on her knuckle as she drives with one hand. "Oh? I didn't know that." You replied sarcastically, making Natasha roll her eyes.

"What I mean is, why Norway of all places?" Now you're kindly asking, arms crossed over your chest and slowly drifting off to sleep, exhausted after hours of traveling, without Daddy's private planes, sports car, and Quinjet also.

Natasha noticed how your voice softens, a long yawn coming out of your mouth, and quickly glancing at you. "Ross has no jurisdiction here, his boys would stay away from here for the time being." She answered, you softly nodded and replied with an 'okay' almost a whisper with how silent it was.

In a split second, you're already fast asleep at the passenger seat, both arms hugging yourself and your head resting against the window. Nat maintained her eyes on the road as she attempts to reach for a blanket she stashed in the backseat, after few shifts in her place, the Russian managed to grab the cloth.

She gently placed the soft blanket over you, and now focusing herself on driving, for some reason, she has always felt this warm feeling in her heart when she's alone with you, adoration maybe?

Your peaceful state while you're in deep slumber, and hearing your soft snores as she admires the view of the landscape, she would offer everything she has just to stay like this most of the time.

The thought caught her off-guard, why would she want to spend all of her time with her friend's daughter? She shrugged the thought off from her mind, she knows what love feels like, she felt it with Bruce until Hulk decided to drive off somewhere they won't find him.

She did get sad because of it, but she chose to move forward and move on, successfully removing any romantic feelings for Banner, focusing on her work as an Agent and an Avenger.

But why is she feeling this way with you? Her heart melts when she sees you getting all excited when you've successfully upgraded your techs, how she would automatically smile when her eyes would catch you smiling, and how she feels warm when you're there to ease her mind when a mission didn't go as planned.

She's now connecting the dots, using the silence and peace surrounding her, she got time to think about herself and her feelings towards Tony Stark's daughter.

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After half an hour of the drive, you slowly wake up from your nap, looking around the surroundings you're in the middle of the woods, Natasha's still driving. "Good uhh... Evening?" You greeted Nat with your groggy voice.

Natasha stopped the car beside the safehouse, which is a caravan and you don't mind, you can't really call your father to get you a 5-star hotel to stay in. "Did you manage to replenish your energy?" She asked, unbuckling her seat belt and you did the same.

Getting out of the car, she has her gun out and you also have one on your hand, staying alert until both of you heard a loud snore in the room. Natasha immediately returned to her relaxed posture before heading into where the sound belongs, and she found her contractor sleeping.

Kicking his foot that is off the bed, the man immediately woke up. "You're sleeping in my bed." Natasha commented, "I'm not even under the covers." He replied, then his eyes trail at you, awkwardly looking away noticing that the two seemed close.

"I've got what you asked for, fake IDs, drivers licenses, and some VISAs, also for Miss Stark too, just like what you've told me to do." He says as he handed out the fake identifications to Natasha, while reading, the Russian frowned upon what she just read. "Really? Fanny Longbottom?"

"That is a legitimate name." He defended himself, them Natasha handed your fake IDs, taking a good look at them and you're amazed about how real they seem to be. "Thank you...?" You softly spoke.

"Rick, Rick Mason." He introduced himself, and you shook his hand also introducing yourself, with little chit-chat soon after the man left leaving you and Natasha alone.

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An hour has passed it's already dark out, you're currently sitting by the front door, knees up to your chest, and you already felt homesick, Natasha's company is nice honestly, but the feeling of being far away from your father and home sucks.

Natasha looks at you while you're way too busy gazing at the woods, she knows you aren't used to this type of setup, running away from authorities, and far from home, she felt bad for you.

She walks up behind you, making sure you're aware of her presence before placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to watch a movie on my laptop, feel free to join me, I'm also eating the ice cream we bought at the convenience store earlier." She softly spoke before leaving you alone.

Minutes after, you finally stood up from where you are sitting and closing the front door, almost dragging your way to Natasha. Two bowls of ice cream in front of her, and her laptop already on, she was waiting for you.

You placed yourself beside her, head resting on her shoulder then she plays the movie on the screen, lazily taking a spoonful of the cold treat in your mouth, and eyes glued on the screen, but you weren't paying attention to the movie, you're spacing out.

"Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?" Of course, not, Natasha knows damn well you aren't okay, she thought that it's a dumb question. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You answered just like your father, she paused the film and causing you to look at her. "No, you're not okay, and that's okay." She says before taking you into her arms.

You're surprised actually, Natasha isn't usually the one who initiates physical contact but here she is, her arms wrapped around your body. You needed this, you needed to feel home and somehow being hugged by Natasha feels like it.

Burying your face at her shoulders then you knew you're melting in her arms, it almost brought the tears out of you, as if her touch is enough the lift the burden you've been feeling.

Natasha feels like home.

You try not to think anything about the affection she just gave, but damn, you think you'd go batshit crazy if you won't get to experience this again.

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Let's be clear here, you've had a crush on Natasha while she's still Natalie, then as soon as Fury revealed that she is some secret agent, you were so amazed that you started liking her, though she didn't contact after that.

You weren't part of the Avengers initiative, but you did join them in the battle of Sokovia, but she and Banner have a thing going on, so you've decided to set those feelings aside. Which you successfully did for a few months, and after Bruce flying who knows where maybe you can make a move?

So you did, you would jokingly flirt around Natasha, and your father would give a questioning look then you slowly back away, but you were also a great friend to Nat, it's just that you can't seem to get all romantic with Natasha.

Just as much of a playboy your father is, that's all his, you suck at this type of thing, so Nat probably thought you're just a caring and affectionate person.

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You gently pull away from Natasha's grasp, and she looks at you with her emerald eyes. "Better?" She asked, placing a hand on your cheek softly caressing your skin. "Much better, thank you." She smiled with your answer, the next thing you know is that you're way too close to her, and you're looking at her plump lips.

This would be a perfect time to make a move.

You hold the back of her hand that is on your cheek, slowly closing in, and Natasha is leaning closer, so near that you could feel each other breathing, just when your lips were about to touch hers... the power died.

Nat cleared her throat and awkwardly moving away, removing her hand away from you and she stood up. "I'm just going to check the power generator." She says before going outside.

Her face turned red as soon as she was out of your sight, she got way too vulnerable with you, she almost kissed you but she sure knows she's going to like it but no, not at a time like this.

She tried to get the power back on, only to find that there's no more fuel in the generator, she came back inside finding you eating ice cream in the corner, and probably waiting for her to come back.

"I'm going to a gas station, do you want to come with me?" She asked, you nodded before getting off your ass and bringing yourself into her car, there's this awkward tension between the two of you, and as soon as she started driving, the silence swallowed the two of you.

"Can I turn the radio on?" You asked her, she simply nodded while eyes fixated on the road, you played the radio, and Sia's Cheap Thrills came on. "Damn, even here? When is this song going to die?" You commented.

Natasha taps her fingers on the steering wheel according to the beats, despite hearing the song over and over whenever you would turn on the radio, you still liked it.

Midway through the song, you felt chills on your body, and as soon as you look at the window beside you, suddenly you see an RPG heading towards the car.

"Nat—" Before she could react it has already hit the car causing an explosion, now the vehicle is hanging on the edge of the bridge, and with one wrong move it'll head straight down to the water. "Ooh, fuck that hurts." Hissing as you try to collect yourself and trying to fight the headache it caused.

Natasha on the other hand is in pain and boy, she's mad. "I'm pretty sure Ross has no jurisdiction here, and you should know that I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off," Nat spoke before firing few bullets at the person, you look at her and biting your lip, finding her hot.

"Wow, that's hot..." You spoke under your breath but Natasha heard, glaring at you. "Really? At a time like this?" She says, before heading out of the car when you tried to get out Nat stopped you. "How long can you hold your breath?" She asked. "Last time I beat Sam it was a good 4 minutes and a half."

"As soon as this psycho comes close enough, I'll push you into the water, it's not after us." She says you look at her as if she's speaking lies. "Nat, I'm not leaving you here–" before you could protest, you felt her lips against yours it was quick but you know damn well, that Natasha kissed you.

"I'll meet you down there, I promise." She says before a shield comes charging towards her, and managed to avoid it, yet it hit the car, now you're falling off the bridge and you suddenly noticed a small case on her hand.

You quickly got out of the car before it could hit the water, then you swam heading to safety where the one who ambushed wouldn't see you.

Closing your eyes hoping that Nat would come back to you in one piece, there's no way you'll let her die after kissing you, of course, you wanted to fight but your body just wouldn't.

You can't risk losing Natasha now.

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[katsukikitten]

Part 5

For once in your life, your eyes slowly open, only having been disturbed by warm morning sunlight. The soft comforter trapping your body heat and essentially you, as it pinned you to the soft mattress. You snuggle deeper into the sheets, breathing in the smell of clean linen and caramel.

Wait. Caramel?

With a jolt you jump from the bed, eyes wide as you look for the source of the scent. Patting down your jeans and shirt for at least one knife. You hardly remember what happened after dinner with his family. You remember booze, light conversation while feeling warm and floaty. Oh shit what was that passive that activated again? Rest assured?

"Info on rest assured." You grumble, voice soft from disuse. Your quirk happily pulls up a little informational box that you can see. Too sleepy to make the box private as it reads aloud to you.

"PASSIVE BUFF REST ASSURED. A newly unlocked buff that increases sleep quality and can only be activated around trusted individuals and safe places. Would you like a list?"

You stare at the question box with a flashing yes or no before you point with the tip of your knife to yes.

"Currently there is only one thing listed. Type : Individual Name: Bakugou Ka…."

"Oi." Someone calls from the front door of the apartment as you dismiss the information with a wave of your hand. He discards his boots at the door before making his way to his bedroom.

"You talking to yourself dumbass?" He says, blocking your only exit by leaning on the door jamb. He holds an iced coffee towards you, his eyes sharp as he adds.

"We need to talk about your file."

Crossing his arms you ignore his offer of iced appeasement, he sets it on the low dresser as you speak.

"It's not up for discussion."

"I'm your boss, I deserve to know."

"What you deserve to know is what's in that file. My whole life doesn't fit into a manila fucking folder. Quit asking questions."

"I'll ask what I want." He growls, "Because it's suspicious that you have this unbelievably complex quirk and yet I'm sure your top skills have nothing to do with stealing."

"If you're that concerned then ask the director of the program. I'm not the only secret 'reform'." You throw your hands into the air is exasperation

"He showed up dead shortly after you were inducted. Plus no one has any real record of what you've done. Not a single thing listed on what you've stolen."

"Talk to Deku then, he's next in line for that program, he ain't dead."

"He said he doesn't remember approving your file." He bites back and before you can retort strong fingers wrap around your wrist. His calloused pads brush over the cool metal of your bracelet.

"RECOGNIZED, BAKUGOU KATSUKI : NEW LIMITED ACCESS GRANTED. 1. Health and Condition status, upon request 2. Top five skills 3. Buffs that would benefit Bakugou Katuski. 4. Pending buffs to be activated by host. Please state a number."

"Two." "Cancel!" You try to shout over him but he beats you to it. The bracelet opens up a little box displaying your top five skills as of late.

"Stab resistance, poison resistance, what would a thief need those for? Stealth is number three and slight of hand is number five. Shit don't add up Princess." He glares while your nostrils flare, ripping your wrist away from his grip.

"You're really fucking pushing it…" He takes a step towards you while you step back as if it were part of a dance as you try so hard to keep your wrath in check.

"Am I? Like I said, shit ain't adding up. You have this bracelet that still has limited information to your quirk, support knows nothing of the recordings or god damn blocks you've placed on it and lastly…" Your knees hit the back of the back of the bed causing you to sit on the mattress. His rough palms come to lie flat against the fabric next to your thighs as he leans in. You fight to shrink back.

"Lastly, I deserve to know how an unnamed woman, who obviously knew you, turns up dead moments after I arrive on scene and then her body is gone in a matter of minutes. She poisoned you with a complex concoction that the lab in the agency has yet to figure out the formula to it and yet you knew the fucking antidote? What did you really do?"

Rage boils in your blood as you stare into his vermilion eyes. Like flipping a switch you turn ice cold, your breath mingles with his.

PASSIVE BUFF SHARP TONGUE ACTIVATED INSULTS DEALT WILL HAVE 39% MORE STING.

"You know what's funny? You don't see me asking how you became a manager with your shitty attitude. Nor do you see me asking how you manipulated and gaslit your way to the number one spot." You press your cheek against his as your lips graze his ear, "And you sure as hell don't see me asking how you're considered a hero at all after you told Izuku to kill himself in middle school."

The scars in his chest and stomach roar to life, demanding attention as his shirt scrapes against the sensitive skin. He takes a step back as if struck while the room begins to smell of smokey spiced caramel. His bones groan as his knuckles bloom white.

You smile as you stand, collecting your bag and the jacket he lent. Even grabbing the iced coffee he got you. Because why let it go to waste?

Cruelty slips onto your shoulders as nicely as his borrowed jacket while you pause at his bedroom door wanting nothing more than to leave him with terrible thoughts.

"Did you ever even apologize for that?"

Silence is your answer as you chuckle to yourself.

"Didn't think so."

You leave him with those nasty thoughts. Long gone as he still pants, pain shooting through his gut and lungs as it did all those fucking years ago.

As he moved without a second thought and placed himself in front of a stupid, dopey mop top boy who tried to hold up the weight of the world by himself.

With a guttural growl he looks over his destroyed room, as if a bomb went off.

He reaches for his phone dialing the number he never bothered to save.

"Meet me at our usual when you get off your stupid fucking shift. I know you've forgotten to eat you useless hero." The other line chimes in with a deep laugh as he adds.

"Okay Kaachan. I'll be there."

Izuku doesn't get invited out often and especially not by Bakugou. So the emerald haired boy decides to keep an eye on his oldest friend. Silently watching and not glancing too long as hot head huffs and puffs, taking another shot. The ash blonde's favorite spicy ramen goes untouched as the large man across from him slurps up his fourth bowl, covered in sweat and dirt from the day's work.

"You better get my fucking money's worth of this endless ramen bowl shit." He bites, slamming down another shot, fingers subconsciously finding the old scar on his chest. The action does not go unnoticed by his more docile friend. Izuku thanks the waiter as he starts on his fifth bowl.

"I'm starting to think you're mad about more than the endless ramen you ordered me." Bright emerald meet dark garnet eyes that glare, Bakugou's cheeks burn in his buzz.

"Fuck you. Nothin's wrong." Another deadly shot.

"That's your seventh. Kaachan you can't fool me. Your body language gives it away." Bakugou follows Izuku's eyes to his fingers. Quickly he removes his calloused pads from the divot. Angrily staring at the wall like a child who's been caught.

"Fuck you." He murmurs, silence settles over the pair in the far back corner of the restaurant. Bakugou's eyes glance over to Izuku who continues to eat, crimson bore into the scars on his arms from where the dumbass had broken them time and time again. His scars burn with your words, with the memory of what he's said in the past.

Too cruel and for what?

"You know I'm-" Bakugou starts but Izuku holds up a hand, wanting to spare his friend.

"I know, you've shown me everyday, even before you jumped in front of me, Kaachan. I've always known." He leaves it at that, in his heart he knows that Bakugou is sorry. He's seen it in every action since their first year at UA, he doesn't need to hear him say it.

What good are words when actions spoke louder?

"So what's bothering you? Worried over someone? You're dating Rogue now right?" Izuku asks, holding his chopsticks at a point while Bakugou takes another shot.

"Her file is what's bothering me. Deku, she doesn't have a fucking thing of her past. Not to mention you don't even remember signing off on her. Real responsible." Bakugou watches with a dull snarl as Izuku goes back to slurping his noodles.

"Ka...Kaachan." Izuku chokes, "Not fair. They put a lot of your desk too and I bet you don't remember half of it."

"I'd remember something like that. Just makes it that much more suspicious. Probably foraged by someone but the question is who…." Katsuki sets his head in his hand, staring at his orange broth.

"Well, did you ask her yourself?" Bakugou scoffs in response.

"Yea, and it didn't fucking turn out well." His finger finds his stomach this time, the ghastly white crater suddenly irritated by the fabric of his shirt. Izuku stops eating, he isn't stupid and easily connects the dots. The soft man thinks back a decade of his friend is the worst condition but more worried about him.

"Kaachan…" Deep jade eyes water a bit but Bakugou puts up a hand

"Don't." He barks, sighing.

"So you must really care about her if whatever she said affected you that much. You weren't even bothered when they were trying to 'cancel' you." Izuku taps Bakugou's bowl with his chopsticks, silently begging the blonde to eat. Hopping he'll take at least a bite to soak up some of that alcohol. Reluctantly deadly fingers pick up the sticks, gathering ramen between them but still undecided if he should eat.

His silence is answer enough for Izuku.

"I know my agency started the program. I'll look into it some more tomorrow. I'll be mostly office duty since I have so much paperwork anyway. But even if her past is dark Katsuki, what are you going to do? She may not have had any say in the matter, she doesn't give me that evil vibe."

Bakugou thinks back to you. How you fight, how you hold yourself.

How cute you were sleeping on his shoulder before he eased you onto his lap. How softly you snored in his bed. His stomach twists, Izuku's words and yours floating around his head.

"I guess I'll decide once I have more answers." With that the blonde decides to bring the spicy noodles to his lips.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha au #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #too good to be true

[orangepanic]

37 and 41 for the OTP game. Irosami please, it´s so much fun reading all the things you came up with for them.

Thanks! It's fun coming up with them! At this point these two live rent-free in my brain.

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident?

Emotionally, absolutely. They both walk into their relationship with a basket of issues and have a few areas it takes the other to realize are particular land mines. Asami, who's lost her family and been left in relationships, is quick to be suspicious and interpret Iroh's actions as evidence of cheating or wanting out. This runs counter to Iroh's protective streak, which wants to hold things that might hurt or bother Asami close. If he has to do something particularly dangerous, his inclination is not to tell her. He was also in series of relationships with people who weren't terribly invested in him, but rather liked the idea of his title. Unfortunately this means Iroh can interpret Asami's suspicions as a lack of trust in him, and therefore as a sign she is pulling away or that he is not good enough for her. They both quickly learned that secrets do not work well for either of them.

Physically, I'm going to say nothing worse than a poke or a bump on the head during sparring that could be fixed with a kiss to make it better.

41. Who is, overall, the smarter one?

They're both really smart in different ways. If you were to give them a standardized test, it would likely be Asami. She's not only an excellent engineer, including all of the math and science skills that go with it, but a smart and strategic businesswoman who can take the long view and work out a plan to get there. Most of the good plans in the show are hers. But she struggles with more abstract concepts, and is only middling in the humanities. Her lowest grades in school were in theater and philosophy. Iroh, on the other hand, was an all-around good student who pushed himself to become an excellent one. His talents lie more in areas where Asami is weak: history, languages, literature. He works hard and has a very good memory, and though not as talented in areas like math (and frankly abysmal in most hard science) he's quick to connect the dots between concepts and across disciplines, and has a rather high EQ for someone so quiet. He reads situations very well and lightning fast. In short, Asami sees the move five moves ahead when they play Pai Sho and plans accordingly. Iroh sees only about four moves ahead, but knows if he moves one or two of his pieces at random Asami will spend so long trying to make it make logical sense that she'll make a mistake somewhere else.

Ask me about any pairing I've written

#irosami #iroh ii #asami sato #headcanons #thanks for the ask! #these are fun #tlok

[moonlight-mellohi]

Finding Our Stars - Bonus Mini Chapter

AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! @sugarglider9603 the next chapter is finally here!!

Alright, chapter two is here, and I dont remember if on chapter one I put a set number of chapters but if I didn't there will be one more after this

Also, so sorry! I had a frick ton of writers block dragging me into a black hole, but I think I got out :)

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Summery: ' "It must be snow" Sleep thought aloud, lifting a paw to poke as the slow falling dots "I've only ever heard of it of course. Come on, it doesn't seem to be coming down that heavy, let's keep going."

Pecha looked back at the storm covered sky, nodding "they don't look too bad, it probably won't get to heavy anyways." '

 

It's time these two found some help, why not surprise them a bit?

Chapter 2

The two had been walking for weeks, avoiding trainers and other pokemon. Exhaustion clawed at their muscles, but neither could get much rest as they journeyed on.

 

Currently the two lay resting under a great Oak tree, its branches lazily swayed as a frost bitten breeze ran through the leaf baren Winter forest. Pecha glanced at his friend as Sleep slept- ha, the coincidence. Even with Pecha blocking the chill wind though, he would be waking any moment.

 

The Eevee glanced out at the frostbitten grass, only weeks ago fresh green and swaying in the warm autumn wind, bristle under a cloud covered sky as dusk neared. No matter the chill, it was still beautiful, only hearing about Winter from long staying Eevees.

 

Pecha looked at his friend again as Sleep started to shift, slowly raising his head. Pecha giggled, setting a small lick on the other's head.

 

"C'mon, we should get moving" the Eevees shook out their pelts as they stood, side by side as they continued their journey. Something crisp nipped their noses, a cold scent they had never smelled before.

 

It only took moments after that for something white to start drifting down upon them, Pecha sticking his tongue out curiously, only to jump when one landed.

 

"Those are cold!" He exclaimed, blinking at the frosty flakes.

 

"It must be snow" Sleep thought aloud, lifting a paw to poke as the slow falling dots "I've only ever heard of it of course. Come on, it doesn't seem to be coming down that heavy, let's keep going."

 

Pecha looked back at the storm covered sky, nodding "they don't look too bad, it probably won't get to heavy anyways."

 

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It got heavier.

 

Pecha pressed against Sleep's fur, wind blowing snow into his face. White blanketed the forest floor by a couple of inches already, the snow storm going full force on the pair as they stumbled through the new experience.

 

Step by step the two shivered against each other, every bush covered heavily in white and no burrow entrances lay beneath tree roots. They were trapped.

 

"D-do you s-s-see anyth-thing?" Sleep stutter, looking up at the night snow storm's clouds. Pecha just shook his head in response, burying his nose in his partner's fur.

 

Sleep suddenly stopped, fur bristling. Pecha looked up, fear filling his freezing body as a small figure approached. It looked similar sized to both of the eevees, but even with the two to one advantage, realizations flashed through both minds.

Neither of them had ever battled before.

 

Sleep still stood strong "who's t-there!" He barked confidently, ignoring the stutter.

 

The figure paused as though surprised, before suddenly hopping closer, right into view. Pecha and Sleep gaped.

 

It was another Eevee, but it's fur shone a light silvery gray, similar colored eyes squinting through the snow. It was a shiny Eevee, something they had only ever seen once and only for a short moment before Manti shut it into the house.

 

"Oh!" A chipper happy voice exclaimed, "what are you doing out here? I knew I saw something, but my friend didn't believe it. Come on, you need to get out of this before you freeze!" Pecha and Sleep exchanging a look.

 

"Y-your not bring-righing us to a trainer, right?" Pecha questioned, yet the silver Eevee only shook his head sadly.

 

"No, trainers are always trying to catch us for our fur alone. Really we can only trust each other. But if it's this bad outside I don't want to leave you two outside, that's just wrong" he smiled, turning away and flicking his tail for the two to follow.

 

And, after a moment of looking at each other, considering the options, Sleep and Pecha followed.

 

 

They stood before a great tree, it's massive trunk reaching to the cloud heavy sky. The snow still came down roughly, all three Eevee's coats bright white. Their mysterious cheerful lead shook out his fur before climbing up to a hole in the rough bark, slipping in. After a muffled exchange, the silver Eevee popped his head out again, beckoning below the the snow ridden Eevees to join.

 

The two shook out their pelts before leaping up, claws sinking into bark as they scrambled up. Pants escaped as they entered, exhausted and freezing cold. They looked up, hoping to thank their two hosts, only to go wide eyed once more.

 

Their savor was sitting next to another shiny Eevee.

 

The strange thing was though, this shiny had dark silver fur and eyes, not the common light silver.

 

Manti would have a fit knowing these two existed, especially knowing they will never have them.

 

"T-thank you for letting us stay the night" Pecha mumbled, sitting up from him ungraceful landing, Sleep sitting up behind "this is our first Winter, we only ever heard stories.."

 

Dark silver narrowed his eyes curiously "from the looks of it, you've never been exposed to the outdoors" Light poked him, resulting in Dark jumping in surprise.

 

"What he means to say, is it looks like you having some trouble. Did your trainer abandon you?" Pecha and Sleep looked at each other. They were these Eevee's guest, they may as well tell the full story.

 

"Well" Sleep started "it actually all started with me hatching.."

 

 

"So we've been travelling, looking for our friend" Sleep finished, pawing at the ground. The two Eevees looked shocked.

 

"There are farms just for breeding shinies?" Dark looked horrified, Light just shifted his paws in horror.

 

"Yes" Pecha confirmed, letting out a yawn "like we said, we've only ever seen one shiny Eevee before, so seeing both of you was a shock" the cave-like hole had piles of long grass laid across the floor, Sleep and Pecha curled together as the shinies mirrored. The two had always thought negative of Manti's actions, but they couldn't change it. They hoped their paths and Manti's never crossed again.

 

"Huh.." Light flicked his tail "so, you have nicknames, Pecha and Sleep, right?" Sleep nodded.

 

"Ya, when you live around so many Eevee's, it's just easier. Do you?" Dark shook his head "nicknames are a connection to trainers."

 

Things trailed off after that, with the dark sky starting to brighten outside. The snowy barely calmed throughout their story, so sleep was the only option.

 

Pecha curled around his partner, who started softly snoring only moments later. Nuzzling into the others pelt gave some comfort, nostalgia of the three curled next to their Pecha bush in a nest of bracken, leafs, and soft grass.

 

A tear rolled down his cheek, merging into the soft brown fur. They would find their Star, no matter what.

 

Someday.

 

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"Thank you for everything" Pecha purred, rubbing his cheek against Light. Sun shone down on all of their furs as if saying hello for the first time, the heavy snowstorm traces finally disappeared for good. It had only been a few weeks since they met, but both pairs would miss each other.

 

"No problem, it was berry nice to meet you Pecha!" Light giggled, returning the nudge, turning over to where Dark was training Sleep one last time. It had taken some time for Dark to fully trust them, but after Sleep and Pecha admitted they had never been in a battle before he sought to help teach some basics.

 

After some final words, Pecha and Sleep waved their tails in goodbye as the two pressed against each other, walking forwards, further away from their past.

 

Pecha didn't know if their paths would ever cross again, but he couldn't help but have a feeling their stories weren't finished with each other.

#the moon has spoken #my writing #teaming the pieces together #don't copy to another site #emile picani #remy sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #manticore chimera #winter #snowstorm #freezing #freezing characters #they're okay #ahhh its here!

[doodlelolly0910]

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: Sorry this is updating so late in the evening! I've had a super busy day! I'm not going to say much about this chapter, just that it's another turning point :P As always, thank you to @kmomof4 for her fabulous beta skills and for generally being an awesome person, and to @courtorderedcake for making the AMAZING artwork for this fic. Also thanks to you, lovely readers! I appreciate and adore you all! Hope you like the new chapter!

Chapter 15

Water sluiced over Emma's body in hot rivulets, working the weariness from her muscles and bones. The water had finally stopped pooling a brownish red at her feet as it washed away the blood on her skin and hair, now running clear. Milah's presence had died down after the discussion earlier. It must have been exhausting to remain at that level of contact for so long. Most encounters didn't even last a fraction of that time. And frankly, Emma was quite ready for a break. It was nice to have some privacy, especially since she wasn't even safe from Milah inside her head, although it seemed she only picked up on thoughts that she intended to speak but didn't.

Emma wasn't sure how long she'd been standing under the stream of seemingly unending hot water, but she was fully intent on taking advantage of the moment before she had to dive headfirst back into the craziness that had become her life.

Jefferson had heard about the explosion and connected the dots. He had been furious, demanding that Emma return to base, threatening to call Regina and pull the plug, but she had begged a week out of him. A week with Hook, working the angle they'd come up with. He was adamant that this was the worst idea she'd ever come up with, especially since Emma refused to provide him with Hook's identity (in the poorly concealed guise that she simply did not know it), but at least she didn't have to hide her new alliance from him.

Well, she may not have told him that her cover was blown where Hook was concerned, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. This was about Gold. Taking him down, once and for all. Both of them understood what calling off this op meant.

This was their Hail Mary.

She cranked the water off when her legs grew tired of standing, drying herself with a scratchy terry cloth towel, and moving to stand in front of the sink. There was a dingy mirror there and she wiped the steam from it to survey her appearance. She looked like shit.

Bruises mottled her skin, concentrated especially where she had collided full force with the earth on her hip and shoulder. Her head still felt like her heart was pounding directly inside it, but at least the nausea and blurred vision had died down. The ringing in her ears remained, though, a result of being so close to the explosion. Dark circles ringed her eyes, betraying exactly how much sleep she'd gotten in the last two weeks since this all started.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Swan?” Killian's voice asked gently through the thin particle board. “I have some clothes for you.”

Emma wrapped the towel around her, covering herself, and cracked the door. Hook's grin immediately widened at the sight of her, his eyes unabashedly raking over her barely concealed form and she rolled her eyes, snatching the bundle of fabric from his arm and slamming the door in his face again.

“No need for hostility, love,” his muffled voice teased. “Just appreciating the view.”

“You're about to appreciate my foot right up your ass,” she shot back, dropping the towel and aggressively yanking on the over large sweats he had given her, her muscles protesting the movement, and rolled them at the waist as they were about two sizes too big for her. She put her bra back on and pulled the (also too big) gray t-shirt over her head, hearing him chuckle on the other side of the thin barrier between them.

“If you say so, Swan,” he patronized, sounding slightly further away than before. Emma bristled at that, gathering her ruined clothes and flinging the door open with force, making it rattle on its hinges. She stomped her way into the small bedroom like room until she was standing in front of where he'd moved next to the queen sized bed.

“Let's get one thing straight, buddy,” she said, pointing a vicious finger in his amused face. “I'm here to do a job. Nothing else. So you can keep on looking, but this,” she motioned between them with her finger, “not gonna happen. Okay?”

Hook's expression didn't waver for a moment, holding her gaze so she could see the laughter dancing within the blue depths of his eyes.

“You're rather fetching when you're angry, has anyone ever told you that?”

Emma let out a noise that was half growl, half screech in exasperation and pushed past him, dropping her clothes with the rest of her things. She glanced at her gun and wondered briefly exactly how terrible it would be if it accidentally went off in the direction of his foot before retrieving the comb he'd set out for her and gingerly pulling the snarls from her towel dried hair. She braided her hair and tied it off with a rubber band she'd found sitting on the table next to the bed and sat on the mattress with a bounce, Killian's eyes on her the whole time.

“Okay, when I said you could keep looking, I didn't expect you to take it literally,” she said, not even turning to look at him.

“I'm a very literal person, Swan,” he replied lightly, moving towards her. “Are you almost ready to go? We'll stop by a shop I know and get you some clothes that fit, not that it doesn't speak to the primal male in me to see you in mine, and then we will get some supplies together.”

Emma stiffened and fought the urge to tilt her chin down to sniff the fabric covering her body to see if it smelled like him. Of course it would. She was in his damn clothes. He did this on purpose. She just knew he did.

“Yup,” she said, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word. “Let's go.”

Emma was grateful that either Will or Killian had had the foresight to drive her car back to the compound. She needed to be the one that drove, needed to feel a little more in control. Less than an hour later, they were in a consignment shop in a quaint little part of the city that Emma had rarely been to. Of course it would be a second hand shop. Two spirits on the regular weren't enough to deal with.

“Time to make it a party, I guess,” Emma muttered under her breath and got out of the car. Killian was already waiting for her on the curb, his blue eyes watching her as she struggled not to wince getting out of her seat. She adjusted her oversized clothing and made her way towards him. She really needed to tell him what to expect in a place like this.

“Ready, Swan?” His voice interrupted her nervous thoughts and she blinked up at him, fighting the urge to chew on her nail.

“Uh, in just a minute. Before we go in there, this is a second hand shop, right?” she asked.

“Aye,” he replied, his brow furrowing as he tried to follow her train of thought. Emma bobbed her head once and looked down to her feet.

“Do you remember how I said Milah found me?”

“Something about a shirt? Wasn't it?”

“Ah, yes. Yep. See, I kinda have a thing about places like this. Sometimes the clothes that are donated belonged to people… well, people only I can talk to anymore…” she trailed off.

“Oh,” Killian replied, slightly surprised as he put the pieces of the puzzle together. “And these things are like a… trigger? When you're near them?”

Emma shook her head. “It isn't usually enough to be near them. I have to touch it. And suddenly I can see and hear things that no one else can. It's a little unsettling. And I've never experienced it with someone who, uh, knows about it.”

Hook seemed to weigh her words in his head, as if he were plotting the best course of action here. A slow, easy smile slipped onto his lips and he reached for her hand, tucking it into the crook of his bad arm and taking Emma completely by surprise.

“Well, I'll just have to touch the clothes first until you find something you like. We are shopping for knickers, aye?”

Emma snatched her arm back and slapped his shoulder, although it didn't come off nearly as aggressive as she wanted it to. She knew he was teasing and the thought of him handling her underwear… well, it was time to change the subject.

She marched past him, chin tilted up, and swung the door to the shop open. She gestured inside, allowing him to enter first with a mocking bow, mimicking his previous gesture from the compound.

Clothes shopping was a lot more fun with Hook than it was with Ruby, she found. He had made some genuinely helpful selections for her perusal, making it so she didn't even need to touch anything until she was sure she liked it. She didn't know how much she appreciated the gesture until it was actually happening.

It was a little strange how quickly Hook had flipped from staunch skeptic to making adjustments in his own behavior to accommodate for her “gift”, but it touched her in a way that no one else had been able to. She watched him as he jokingly held up items against his own chest on hangers, his tongue poking teasingly out of the corner of his mouth and laughed along with his jokes (even if her laughter was accompanied by a patented eye roll). She felt an overwhelming sense of comfort as they shopped and she was surprised to find the walls she had carefully constructed around her heart over the years slipping just the slightest bit. Killian Jones was unlike any man she had ever met, and, at least in this moment, she was glad to have him with her.

In the end, Emma ended up picking out two tank tops, a t-shirt, a sweater, and a pair of jeans and leggings, none of which (thankfully) sparked an encounter. Much to Killian's dismay, she did not get any underwear, but then she reminded him that they were in a second hand shop and, while they only accepted new in package items on that front, it was just a little much for her to consider.

“Does this mean you'll be going commando, then, Swan?” he murmured in her ear as they approached the cash register, his hand finding the small of her back with ease.

“Wouldn't you like to know,” she said with a bat of her eyelashes and she smirked as Killian's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

“Perhaps I would.” She heard him murmur as she approached the smiling red headed girl behind the counter. She flushed, her steady gait faltering for a moment, but she recovered herself quickly and smiled back at the cashier, loading her items on the counter.

“That'll be $38.57,” she said, packing the items into a bag for her. Emma dug in the pocket of her borrowed sweats for the money she had put there, extending the cash over the counter. The clerk's fingers swept over Emma's, the silver ring on her middle finger swiping over the flesh of her palm and Emma knew it was coming before it even happened.

Suddenly, she smelled fresh gingerbread and heard a voice she didn't recognize humming a song.

I love you, Addie, the voice said and Emma froze, her eyes blowing wide and she fought back the sudden shaking in her palm as she reached for her change.

“Have a good day!” the girl chirped, completely clueless to the inner turmoil Emma was having. Emma gave her a tight smile and said nothing, snatching the bag off the counter and bolting for the door as quickly as she could without looking completely mental.

She burst from the door and the encounter had all but faded away, the last remnants of baked goods still lingering in her sinuses, but she knew it, too, would be gone soon. She took several deep, calming breaths in the fresh air and let her heart rate return to normal.

“Swan?”

Killian. Shit.

She'd forgotten he was with her for a moment in her panic and she felt her heartbeat kick back up at the thought of having to explain her behavior to him.

Best to get it over with.

“Yeah?” she asked, turning to face him, her hands balled into fists at her side, making the plastic of the bag in her left hand crinkle.

“Are you alright, love? Did one of your… er… moments happen?” His voice was truly concerned and, instead of calming her, it only freaked her out more.

She nodded sharply, not meeting his eyes. “I think it was the clerk's grandmother maybe? I touched her ring,” she explained.

“That's…” here it comes, Emma thought, “amazing, love. Why didn't you tell her?”

If Emma's jaw could physically touch the pavement, she was positive it would have been scraping the concrete right about then. Killian was looking at her with such curiosity and fascination that it sent a thread of panic straight through her.

“Why didn't I tell her? Are you serious right now? What happened to ‘not this bit again’?” she snapped. Hook sighed.

“Look, Swan, I know I haven't been the most supportive of your… talents, and I won't deny that it is quite a shock to hear that someone you loved very much is still trying to reach you from the other side, but I…” he tapered off, stepping slightly closer to her and Emma held her breath. “If I can start to believe, anyone can. You can't expect people to believe you if you never tell anyone. You should tell her.” His eyes blazed into hers, willing her to take a leap of faith in herself, as he was with her.

Emma was sure she was going mad. Or he was. Maybe both of them.

"I am not a walking freak show! I'm not Sylvia fucking Browne, I'm not some foofy bullshit psychic bitch, and I just want to be left alone,” she ranted, flapping her arms at her sides. “I never asked to be this person. I just want to live my life! You have no idea what it’s like to feel crazy day in and day out, never knowing who you can trust enough to tell and I-"

Emma's mouth was still trying to move, spill over with reasons why, but it was hard to do with Killian's lips sealed against hers. She was shocked still, arms suspended mid air, interrupted in their wild gesturing, her mind overwhelmed with the thought of how perfect, how right this felt, and that was absolutely besides the point because Killian fucking Jones was kissing her. Her body finally caught up with what was happening and she pulled back, but his hooked arm had looped itself around her waist and held her fast to him.

"Please, darling, do shut up," he murmured only mere centimeters from her lips before her stunned psyche could formulate a response to the kiss at all. She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach as she registered what he'd said, the sensation mixing with the fear and attraction already simmering there.

"You shut up," she growled, then fisted her hand in his shirt and slammed her lips back into his.

Kissing Killian Jones was unlike any other experience she had ever had in her life. His lips were softer than she expected, moving with expert precision over hers, his hand wrapping around the nape of her neck as his thumb stroked over her jawline. He nipped at her bottom lip and she opened for him on instinct, gasping at the first touch of his tongue to hers. He let out a soft little sound in the back of his throat that she might have missed, had they not been pressed so tightly together, and he tilted her head with a firm but gentle press of his fingers at her neck to kiss her more deeply. He kissed her like he would never get enough, stealing the very breath from her lungs until she felt like they were going to burst.

She pulled back when the need for oxygen became too much, still clinging to his collar like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Based on the slight sway in her balance when she broke away, it probably was. They stayed in each other's space in silence, save for the sound of their panting breaths intermingling in the air.

"That was..." Killian began, sounding completely wrecked. Emma released his collar and stepped back, blinking up at him and hopefully clearing some of the haze from her eyes. He looked just as wrecked as he sounded, his hooded eyes simmering with a dark heat, and she was sure she wasn't hiding her reaction all that well either. She needed to shut this down.

"Me shutting you up,” she filled in for him. He appeared confused for a moment and then a look of understanding swept over his features that made her heart clench tighter than it already was. “Let's get back."

She turned and began a stiff walk back to her car before she heard his soft murmur towards her retreating form.

“As you wish, Swan.”

#captain swan #cs ff au #cs ff #csff #cssns #close encounters of the spiritual kind #emma swan #captain hook #captain swan supernatural summer #killian jones #monday update #captain swan ff #chapter 15

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Black Singles Dot Com: How Much Is Love Worth? This has been bothering me for a while, but I didn't want to appear harsh, judgmental or persnickety. But it's been two months now since I first noticed the trend and I have got to speak on it. I'm not expecting corroboration or validation - I just need to get it off my considerable chest and understand what it is about it that bothers me exactly. Okay, enough stalling. I'm talking about membership fees and the men or women (trying hard to be impartial here) who don't pay them. When I signed up at Black Singles Connection[i] (BSC) in 2003, I signed up as a non-subscriber on a free 7-day trial. I began communicating with folks, so when the free trial ended, I subscribed in order to maintain my ability to communicate via email and chat. After about four months, life and financial situations merited a choice. It was necessity vs. fluff, and my BSC subscription fell under the gun. Loathe to give up my communication, I succumbed to the temptation of coding my email address in parts of my lengthy introduction. Wouldn't you know it? Tasha, the site warden, found it. I mean, do you know how many profiles on there have email addresses? And they're not even cleverly disguised! Not one to give up easily, I waited a few months or so, then tried it again. Busted … again! So I retired (gracefully, I'd like to think) from the fray. I mention the above, not because I want to highlight my not-so-stellar attempt to sidestep payment, but to tell you that my own angst on this topic bewilders me. It's now May 2005 and I don't even recall how or why I was prompted to resurrect my BSC profile. Maybe it was during one of my holiday hideaways from the influx of family and friends. You know - those moments when you, the single person, become aware of the fact that it's yet another holiday gathering for which you're grateful and enthused, but you're still without a significant other. Or maybe it was just a freebie promotion on BSC's part. In any case, I gave it another shot. I was still not impressed by the fact that I would have to subscribe once my free trial ended if I wanted to continue communication, but hey, that decision was seven days away. Upon checking the minglemail[ii] I noticed that I had some emails from November of 2004 to February of 2005, and being ever the polite one, I responded - apologizing for the delay in response, non-membership, yadda yadda. One person responded and we began communicating, so when my free time was up, with my finances now on point, I again subscribed. I noticed that in my absence the site had grown and changed. I'd done nothing to alter my intro (just updated my pictures) but I noticed that I got more responses. In fact, I received numerous smiles, ecards and profiles daily. At first I felt like the wallflower at the dance who somehow, without even announcing her intent to run, was elected homecoming queen! It seemed as though girlfriend was all that and a bag of chips! But after responding and receiving a meager response, it slowly dawned on me that at least seventy percent of these ecard, smile, and profile senders had no subscriptions. I checked the profiles more closely. Fifty percent of them boldly stated, "Not a member. To contact me, IM me when I'm online." The other half included cleverly or not so cleverly disguised email addresses. Now, I'm all about honesty and letting me know what I'm dealing with up front, so why were my sensibilities offended by these bald statements? After all, weren't they doing what I'd tried (unsuccessfully) to do? Weren't they being honest - another trait that's high on my list? Why the angst? Maybe I thought, if he's searching for a woman, how is he gonna take care of one when he can't even afford a subscription? Or maybe he can but decided it's not important that he foot the bill for said endeavor? Or maybe it was the tenets of my upbringing that unequivocally stated that the male should do the courting? Or maybe it was the little deception of the email within the description, thereby avoiding the subscription fee? As you can see, this really bothered me. As a result I changed my parameters. Ignore all profile or card senders and only respond to emails. Satisfied with my decision, I began to avail myself of the chat room and message board. Then one day while chatting, I noticed a name pop into the chat room who'd sent me his profile the previous day. (Oops... guess he was a member after all. He could have just joined that day, but from the familiarity of the rest of the folk in the room, I kinda doubted that theory.) Hoping he'd forgotten about being ignored, I said hello and we chatted with each other and the rest of the room. He was a nice, funny, presentable guy. Strange - I never heard from him again. No worries, I said to myself. That's just a coincidence, what are the odds of that happening again? Obviously pretty high, because the same week another ignored suitor appeared in the chat room. I was forced to reevaluate my parameters to make allowances for the fact that some of the members on the site actually use the site's tools the way they were intended to be used. I was also reminded that, at one time due to financial circumstances, I too was unable to afford a membership. Just because I retired from the site as my solution didn't mean that others had to do the same. Where does it say that lack of finances negates the need for love, friendship or entertainment? Or that lack of finances makes us undeserving of the same? So I guess what I've figured out is that parameters are a part of life, and we all have to decide where ours begin and end; what we consider permissible or impermissible. Even so, it behooves us to beware of our parameters gaining a life of their own and, as in my case, becoming erroneous preconceived notions. [i] Now changed to BlackSingles.com [ii] The site's internal mail system

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