#so why not throw aliens over there huh

[lorebird]

Here’s some random art from the last few months!! Some unicorns I drew based on emojis my friends sent me, plus 2 artworks from school (a short life drawing and my final for art history, referenced from this photo)

#my art #unicorn #unicorn design #life drawing #study #the model had skull earrings it was great #also my final was a spoof on ancient aliens theory <3 bitches will be like ‘aliens helped the ancient aztecs’ #well the Florence cathedral’s construction was contemporaneous with the Aztec empire (and lasted for only 50 fewer years) #so why not throw aliens over there huh #if the 15th century is ‘ancient’ enough

[carionto]

C'mon, Really? Look, Just, Let Me Help You!

Humans: We need to have a talk about your secret war plans against us.

Aliens: W-what? No, that's not it, how-

H: Our intelligence operative are very good. Don't pretend these [throws folder on the table that scatters hundreds of pages of classified documents all over] aren't yours.

A: F-Fine! Yes! We made plans about how we should fight you if we ever got into a war. We admit it! What do you want?

H: Huh? No, what I'm trying to say is, why do your plans suck?

A: Err... what?

H: Yeah, compared to our plans and war games, you don't seem to utilize all the advantages you have against us. There's not as much coordination and specialization of forces as we expect in our simulations. What gives?

A: You've lost me.

H: Look, every civilization should run military simulations against EVERY existing party, not just the ones you're natural competitors, or ones you see as antagonistic. Hell, while we were "vanished" our military literally had nothing else to do and spent a solid 200 years making up every kind of scenario against every single potential power we might end up encountering once we "reappeared".

Honestly, there are so many things we are shocked about once we got our hands on your plans, I legitimately don't know where is the best place to begin.

Okay, for starters, why don't any of your plans include making use of our superior technology? It would work, we tested it as well. We built a scale model of one of your capital ships, plopped one of our fusion reactors in and BAM, shields and weapons instantly became on par with our Destroyers, and could even do some serious damage to our Dreadnoughts (for a few seconds before our counterattack vaporizes it, but that's besides the point), so we know your technology is fully capable of handling us.

A: For the millionth time, we are not using unstable power sources that could totally blow us up at any point!

H: It is safe! Those things only have a 0.002 percent chance to fail, and a one in six hundred thousand chance of THAT resulting in an explosion. We've only had twelve incidents the entire time we've been using them.

A: No.

H: Well you ain't winning a war against us with that attitude.

But anyway, one other thing your plans never do is blow up Earth and irradiate the shipyard orbits, what gives?

A: That's an abominable crime against, well, EVERYTHING!

H: Weak. But okay. One other thing though, and this one is just baffling, your deployments and gathering locations are always in the most obvious and convenient places. Those are, no joke, where we would place recon units and prepare ambushes the moment we even got a hint of a whiff of hostility from you. How come you never seem to account for us expecting you to do the obvious and pre-emptively counter that. And inversely, you never expect us to not be in the logical places where we should be.

A: I think my head is spinning from that. What?

H: Reverse psychology? Predictive behavior, or whatever it's called, not a psychologist. If you want to win against your enemy, you have to think like your enemy first.

You look dizzy. I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll guide you through this. Think of it as homework. After we have a more thorough meeting on this subject, we'll wait and let you figure things out back in your secret HQ's. But, if the plans we acquire later still won't account for the things we discussed, we'll be very disappointed.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #carionto #humanity fuck yeah

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

———

“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

#i am less happy with this than i wanted to be but i’ve been working on it for hours so time to blow out the candle #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #pining keith #mom friend lance #brown eyed lance #lance & keith #banter #bad flirting #disaster keith #my writing #fic #longpost

[try-set-me-on-fire]

whatever you write is probably going to take me straight out but i love the way your fics do that to me, so "laughing while kissing" for the soft prompts please and thank you 🤗

-@buckactuallys

Soundtrack to this one. Soft prompts! Finished ones!

“Chimney’s doing another round of s’mores, you want one?”

Buck half turns from his spot at the edge of the tide. It was hot enough earlier that the cool bite of the ocean around his ankles still feels good as they creep closer to midnight than evening. “Nah, I had like eight of them with the kids.”

Eddie does a little hop over the foamy surf to stand beside him, and then licks his marshmallowy fingers clean. “Suit yourself.”

Another wave comes in and Eddie does his little hop over it again, except they really are at the very edge of the water so there's not really much foam to avoid. Buck squints at him a little, but he's unable to help the fond smile yanking his mouth around.

"What… are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh…" Eddie looks down at his feet and lets out a sort of bashful laugh. "Uh, we came to the coast to visit Pepa when we were kids - like little kids, I don't know if I was even five yet - and, uh…" Eddie looks at him, also sort of squinting and smiling. "I had it in my head that if the very edge of a wave touched me I'd get eaten by an alligator."

"W- why?" Buck gets out past a laugh. Eddie shoves him gently.

"I dunno, I was four. Made sense at the time. I think I maybe thought California was in Florida."

Buck laughs again, and when the next wave comes and they both hop over it he laughs harder, hands on his knees as Eddie chuckles beside him. He hasn’t bothered to straighten up when Eddie speaks again.

“Not in a bonfire mood?”

Buck looks out at the moon’s reflection cutting a path all the way to the distant islands that are just visible on this clear, bright night. “Just nice to be in a different ocean for a bit.”

Eddie hums, and kicks a little wet sand at him. “Now who thinks he’s in Florida? Same ocean, Buck, we’re two hours from home.”

“You know what I mean.” He waves a hand in a sweeping gesture. “It’s… vacation ocean.”

Eddie’s smiling in a way that seems to have trapped the words in his mouth, and Buck has to look back out at the waves or the full moon will give away the burning in his cheeks. “Yeah,” Eddie says eventually. “I know what you mean.”

Buck thinks he does. Eddie is the responsible one, of the two of them, level headed and no nonsense and calm, so it's been a little delightful to watch him throw himself into this camping trip with reckless abandon. He’d challenged the firefighters among them in a swimming race out to the floating platforms just offshore, begged alongside the kids to go walk down the beach to the little burger joint for ice cream, and charged around the woods with them after dinner, playing right along in their game of hunting for a spaceship full of aliens that might want to make friends, blinking their flashlights and throwing their laughter up into the sky in attempts to communicate.

Buck had spent the week before the trip feeling kind of sad about getting dumped, and feeling kind of guilty for not feeling more sad, and feeling a little… something, about how relieved Eddie had looked when he’d told him things with Marisol had also fizzled out. He’d liked Natalia, a lot. She was cool, and beautiful, and thought he was too, and she knew so little about him and his life that she felt like a safe place to exist without context for a while. It’s all a little dreamy, though, in hindsight, and Buck thinks he’d maybe tricked himself into finding a new method of running away from his own life disguised as grabbing on to a new one.

Vacation ocean. Maybe that’s what this is, too, another escape. Except Eddie is here, standing next to him and real as anything.

Buck feels like he’s got all the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle floating around in his head, and has just started in on the edges when Eddie says “Hello, earth to Buck.”

“Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” Buck takes a step further into the water, back to the waves despite any good advice about ocean safety. Eddie’s watching out for him, he’ll be ok.

“No, not really.”

“Did you ever find them?” Buck is wet up to his mid calves now.

“Who?”

“The friendly aliens.”

Eddie’s face scrunches into a grin. “Uh huh. Turns out they like s’mores too. And look a lot like Maddie and Jee-Yun.”

Buck breathes out laughter, and Eddie steps closer to him. “I didn’t text Bobby this morning.”

“Well, he was like five feet away. Drew short straw, had to set up his tent next to you and your rhinoceros snores.”

Buck takes another step back, and Eddie takes another step forward. They’re wet to the knees, now. “I mean… I was less surprised today. When I woke up.”

Eddie’s expression almost looks neutral, Buck can only see the smile because he might know this man’s face better than his own. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

Eddie nods. “That’s good. You’ve seemed a little… something.”

“Before now, or this weekend?”

Eddie tilts his head, in a move so like Buck himself it makes him smile. “Both. In different ways.”

Buck takes another half step back, water licking at his thighs. “I think things were a little dull before. I think things are a little bright now. Letting my eyes adjust.”

Eddie nods again, thoughtful, and just a hair nervous. “Hope you like the view.”

Buck grins with half his mouth, biting his cheek with the other. “Mmhm.”

They’re quiet for a moment, the gentle roar of waves around them, a distant happy shout drifting over from the campground. Eddie takes the half step to close the distance. “Buck,” he sighs. “I have bad news.”

“What?” He frowns, and his stomach flip flops just a little. He’d like to think he knows Eddie well enough that he hadn’t misread the situation, but he’s been known to be an idiot about these kinds of things before.

“Unfortunately…” Eddie tilts his head forward, very close to Buck’s own, and says “There were also evil aliens and I did get possessed by one,” before shoving him backwards into the sea.

Buck goes down laughing, and comes up spluttering. Eddie is giggling as he moves sideways in the surf to escape revenge, but he’s not trying all that hard and Buck’s lunge takes him off his feet. They roll around in the water, a lot colder now that it's not just their ankles submerged, and end up in a kind of breathless tangled together kneeling situation, rocked by the current as it comes and goes.

“You piece of shit,” Buck says, fully grinning, and Eddie roars with laughter. “We’re gonna get our tents soaking wet.”

“So we change in yours and you come to mine,” Eddie says, a little scared and a little brave.

Buck splashes him, and Eddie laughs, and then Buck kisses him, and Eddie laughs into that too, the sound a little disbelieving and a lot giddy. Buck pushes forward into it and Eddie falls back till he’s sitting and they’re both almost underwater, so Buck pulls him back up again and Eddie chases the kiss, and they’re both laughing into it now, puffs of air passed back and forth between them.

“This is-“ Buck speaks the words mostly into Eddie’s mouth, shaking a little from the giggling and the cold and the everything else. “I can come to your tent?”

“Yeah, Buck.”

“And this is- it’s vacation ocean?”

Eddie pulls back, just a tiny bit, and puts his hand on Buck’s face, fingers already a little pruny. “It’s the same ocean as always, Buck.”

“I can… come home, after?”

“You can come home forever,” Eddie says, and kisses him again. It’s not a very successful kiss, what with Buck nodding into it and Eddie smiling too much to work his mouth at all, but Buck is putting it in the top five kisses of his life anyway. “Come on, let's go get dry.” Eddie stands up out of the water, and then pulls Buck to shore.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #my writing #911 fox #911 abc #oops its 1 am whatever

[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x reader - big fan

I was wondering if you can please do Carol Danvers X reader, where the reader is Kamala's older sibling, and is also a massive fan of Carol? - Anon💜

A/N: possible spoilers from The Marvels

Walking your sisters room, you lightly hummed to yourself as you walked over to her desk, looking through the draws.

“Jeez Kamala stop taking my stuff…” you grumbled.

You grabbed some pens and turned around.

The pens fell from your hand, and you slowly reached up to remove one of your AirPods.

“Uh… hi…” you whispered.

The hero in front of you friend around, setting what she was holding back down and she smiled a little bit.

“Hey.”

“You… captain Marvel? Why.. what..?”

“I don’t know, that was definitely already broken.”

You smiled a little and you held up a hand to her.

“Can you sign something?!”

“I’m a little busy right now but after sure!”

“Oh yeah no that’s fine. I’ll show you the door.”

You couldn’t help but constantly glance at her as you led her quietly down the stairs.

You didn’t want your family knowing that there was a superhero in the house, especially with everything going on with your sister.

But getting out undetected didn’t work in your favour.

You did what you could to help protect your parents, but fighting strange aliens who looked oddly human wasn’t exactly your strong point.

Sure, you knew some basic self defence but that was in.

“Kamala get your friend back!” You yelled.

“Who?!”

“Captain Marvel! Why didn’t you tell me you guys were friends!?”

Kamala whipped around to face you, and you threw the photo you were holding behind her.

“Captain marvel was here?!”

“You should know?!”

Suddenly she was gone and in her place was Captain Marvel again, and you screamed, throwing something at her.

Hands flying to your mouth you tried your best not to laugh.

“I’m so sorry…”

You watched as she elbowed the guy behind her, then she leant down, picking up the notebook and flicked through it.

“Chemistry?”

“I’m studying to be a forensic scientist.”

She smiled, nodding her head as she carefully set your notebook back down.

“Don’t damage it then.”

You smiled back and screamed when something came flying at you and you ducked, hiding behind a chair with your mom.

She held you and you held her back just as tightly.

Everything went quiet, and you peaked your head around the chair and stood up.

“So, is your real name Captain Marvel?”

“You know it isn’t.”

You grinned a little.

“I know, I just wanted to see what I had to call you. Since, you know you busted up my parents house.”

Carol laughed a little bit.

“You can call me Carol and I uh.. I’m sorry about the house.”

“Uh huh, well unfortunately for you, you now gotta help tidy up. Superhero or not.”

Carol raised her hands a little bit and she began to help you pick up things that were on the floor.

“So, forensic science?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, I’ve always been fascinated by it. I’m only back for a short break from university.”

Carol nodded a little bit and you pushed your brother out of the way, grinning a bit at him so you could get a little bit closer to the superhero.

You didn’t know how long you were going to be able to talk to her for and how long she’d be there.

You wanted to talk to her for as long as possible, you absolutely adored her, and now you had met her, you were going to make sure you asked her everything you always wanted.

Carol listened as you rambled out questions, truth be told she probably should’ve just left right away, but she did kind of enjoy answering them.

Because you weren’t just interested in about her as a superhero, you showed interest in her as a person and that was a new thing for her and she loved it

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine #Carol Danvers #Carol Danvers x reader #Carol Danvers x you #Carol Danvers imagine

[fanficimagery]

The Avenger and Her Vampire

You had been in New York for college for only a year when your aunt called to tell you the terrible news of your parents passing. You didn't mourn with them, instead choosing to go back to school. There, you lost yourself to the grief and wound up with the wrong crowd.

For years you've ignored your family, sending emails and postcards to let them know you were okay. But now that you're returning to your childhood home, there's some very important secrets your family has been keeping from you. Then again, you've got a secret of your own as well.

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: TVD AU. Slight Bonnie bashing which surprised me because I love her.

Mystic Falls would have looked exactly the same as you'd last seen it had it not been for all the suspicious men and women taking up Main Street, staring at you with suspicion as you drive by. There are even a few suspicious individuals down the street from your childhood home, so you pull up in front of your house while keeping an eye out for anyone nearby.

After parking and exiting your vehicle, you walk up towards the front door. The lights are on so you know someone's home and you readily ring the doorbell twice in a row, followed by knocking repeatedly. And then, before anyone can greet you, you open the door while sticking your head in.

"Hello! Anyone home?"

You only have to wait a few seconds before your aunt Jenna rounds the corner, her scowl immediately morphing into an elated smile. "YN!"

"Jenna!"

You push the door the rest of the way open, meeting your aunt halfway and throwing your arms around her in a hug. You grunt as she squeezes you, her embrace being a little tighter than you remember. Then when Jenna's had her fill, she pulls back while keeping her hands on your biceps, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"What happened? Why are you home?"

"What do you mean why am I home?" You huff a laugh. "Am I not welcomed here anymore?"

"Of course you are." She lightly swats your arm, "But it's been years, YN. The most we've seen of you is on FaceTime, so I ask again. What happened?"

You keep quiet for a moment longer before sighing with a slight roll of your eyes. "I'm going abroad over summer and I won't be able to be in contact with you guys, so I thought I'd come visit before I leave."

"Knew there was a reason." Her lips twitch. "But abroad? Tell me everything!"

Laughing, you let Jenna drag you towards the kitchen while you explain that you know the Tony Stark. What had started off as an intern gig working the front desk at Stark Industries led to CEO Pepper Potts asking you to run SI's social media accounts. Then from running SI's accounts, you were then given the passwords to the Avengers' social media accounts, and asked to clean them up.

By some divine intervention, you were friends with superheroes and then one of the richest men on Earth wanted to take you abroad as his personal assistant. And not being able to turn the opportunity down, you agreed.

"Wow. So superheroes, huh? What's Thor like?"

"He's possibly one of the most intimidating beings I've ever met, but at the compound where everyone can just be themselves without the public watching he's an absolute puppy. I adore that alien of a man."

Jenna laughs. "What even is your life?"

"I know. It's insane." As Jenna goes about putting away the dishes she had washed as you spoke, you ask, "So what's going on around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Uhhh… Mystic Falls is a picturesque little town where nothing bad ever happens." Jenna snorts, gesturing for you to go on. "So why the hell are there so many randos hanging around and looking at me like I kicked their puppy?"

Her smile falls. "What?"

"Surely you've noticed it," you muse. "They're not exactly being subtle."

"Well no, but…" Your aunt suddenly looks spooked as she starts scouring the kitchen counters. "I need to call your sister."

"Elena? Why would you-"

The front door is suddenly kicked in, followed by men shouting. You and Jenna both yelp, whirling around towards the commotion, and then there's a liquid being spritzed into your face.

You cringe back. "What the fuck!" You yell.

"She's clear!"

You're shoved to the arms of a man wearing a paintball mask, whereas others are just wearing scarves to conceal their identity. A hand clamps onto your shoulder as your eyes wildly dart over every armed individual in your childhood home.

"What do we do with this one?"

"Take her. She's a sympathizer."

"What the hell is going on?" You ask, grunting a moment later when you're shoved towards the front door.

Jenna suddenly screams and you look towards her to see her hands covering her face.

"We got one!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" You shout, trying to move to aid your aunt. But you're kept in place, both by the hand on your shoulder and by the fact that when your aunt's hands fall away, her face is… it's not human. Your jaw drops as your aunt snarls, backhanding one man before she's spritzed in the face again. As she squeals in pain, face sizzling, a unique set of handcuffs are clamped around her wrists. "Jenna?" You hesitantly call out.

When Jenna hears you, she glances directly at you, and you watch her red irritated skin heal within seconds. The dark veins beneath her eyes slowly vanish and her too sharp canines disappear. "YN?" When you can only stare at her in shock, her bottom lip wobbles. "I can explain."

Several walkies go off at the same time, stating that they have someone incoming outside. Jenna is frog marched outside and once you get your bearings, you're quick to follow. There are several jeeps in front of your house, each outfitted with guns no normal civilian should have their hands on, and many others scattered about your yard.

"Jenna!" Your sister Elena appears out of nowhere, eyes panicked. "Hey! Let her go!" As Elena tries to rush towards your aunt, she meets the same fate as your aunt previously did. Only this time, they also stab her in the abdomen with what appears to be a wooden stake after she squeals in pain when her face starts to sizzle.

As Elena doubles over with a choked off shout, you practically fall down your porch steps in order to reach your sister. "Hey! Get away from her!"

As handcuffs are clapped around her wrists, Elena looks up at you in surprise. "Y-YN?"

"I said get away!" Subconsciously, an orb of red energy fills your palm, and you release it at those surrounding your sister as if pitching a baseball without even batting an eye.

"Retreat! We got an unknown!"

Several scared men and women rush back to their vehicles, hightailing it out of there while completely forgetting about your sister and aunt. Jenna stumbles over to Elena, the two of them trying to examine the cuffs around their wrists. But each time they touch them, they hiss in pain and have to stop.

Turning towards your family once the coast is clear, you ask, "What the hell is going on?"

"W-What?" Elena glances at you, warily. "What do you mean what's going on here? What's going on with you?! How did you-"

"Uh uh. Nope. We're not talking about me right now." You step forward until you can grab onto their cuffs with each hand. Then willing energy into them, they click open seconds later and fall away from their wrists. "I just outed myself in front of asshole strangers to save you, so you're gonna tell me what the hell is happening first and how the hell you and Jenna are whatever the hell you are."

Elena opens her mouth to retort, but Jenna cuts her off. "She's right, Elena. We owe her an explanation," she says while rubbing at her wrists

Your sister glances between you and your aunt as if in disbelief, before her shoulders sag and she heaves a sigh. "Fine. But I need to get everyone else here. This involves them too."

"Then get them here."

. . . .

Nearly an hour and a half later, well after the sun has gone down, you're sitting in your childhood living room while rubbing your temple from the onslaught of information your sister and friends have dropped on you.

Doppelgangers, vampires, werewolves, witches, hybrids… the supernatural is very real and if you weren't friends with real life aliens, you'd have trouble believing everything you've been told.

"So let me get this straight- you," you say while looking at apparently a thousand year old hybrid with a ridiculously cute dimpled grin, "killed my aunt and turned her into a vampire to be used when you sacrificed my sister to break your curse, but you had a change of heart and used someone else instead, and now everyone's just cool with each other?"

"Something like that," Klaus Mikaelson muses.

You shake your head. "And you," you say while looking at his sister Rebekah, "actually got my sister killed which led her to waking up in transition to a vampire?"

"Mmm, yes." The blonde is oddly proud of that moment, it seems, as she smirks.

"Jesus…" you mumble.

"It's not like we're actually friends," Bonnie Bennet, witch extraordinaire, says. "Originals are just hard to kill and even if we did find a way to kill them, they're linked to their sire lines."

"You say that as if I should know what that means," you deadpan.

Bonnie really tries not to roll her eyes as Klaus and Rebekah chuckle at your attitude.

"What it means, love, is that if we kill one Original, then every vampire they turned and every vampire those turned, and so on and so forth, all die," Enzo tells you.

"Vampire extinction," Jeremy mumbles.

"We're just covering our own asses by inviting the Mikaelson family," Damon Salvatore says with a shrug. "If they're left out of the loop and someone miraculously kills them, they kill us too."

"Sounds fair." You shrug. "So now that I'm all caught up about you guys, does anyone care to fill me in on what the hell happened tonight? Who the hell are these randos walking around like vigilante military?"

"Someone saw something they weren't supposed to and went to my mom," Caroline says, "but since mom already knew about the supernatural, she tried to dissuade them so as not to reveal the secret."

"Only that didn't work and something is amplifying the fear of these locals and others they've invited to town into hunting down the nonhuman," Stefan Salvatore tells you.

You glance at Bonnie while wiggling your fingers. "Can't you just magic away the issue? What's good being a witch if you can't spell away the problem?"

"Finally! Thank you," Rebekah huffs.

Bonnie sneers at the Original vampire before crossing her arms and glaring at you. "I've tried. Whatever this is, is immune to my magic."

"What about you?" Elena asks.

You frown. "What about me?"

"Jenna and I saw what you did," she says. "Couldn't you-" It's her turn to wiggle her fingers, causing you to grin.

"What do you mean what she did?" Jeremy asks, glancing between you and your other sister. "What happened?"

"She threw this red blast of energy and knocked some guys on their asses," Jenna says, far too impressed with you now that she knows the new you isn't a threat. You're still the same niece she watched grow up.

Everyone glances at you and you sink into your seat. "YN, what happened to you?" Elena asks, wanting to understand.

"I fell in with the wrong crowd after mom and dad died," you tell the room at large. "They had some powers of their own, that I didn't know about until way later, and they apparently sought me out after sensing some very weak magic in me."

"You have magic?" Bonnie stands a little taller. "But we thought only Elena had magic in her blood because of the Petrova bloodline."

"Well, there's apparently magic in the Gilbert or Sommers bloodline," you say. "Anyway, this group used my grief to manipulate me. When they had my trust, they exposed me to a crystal that amplified the magic that was already in me." You raise a hand in front of you, letting a small orb of red energy develop and dance between your fingers. "They call it chaos magic."

"Holy shit," you hear someone breathe in awe.

"In the beginning, I was excited. I was special," you tell them, losing yourself to the memory. "But then one really bad situation led me to losing control of my emotions and…" You close your hand into a fist, and your hand glows brighter and brighter before you flick your fingers open. A short wave of red energy expands outward before dissipating. As you blink out of the memory, you catch sight of everyone staring at you, tense. You shrug. "I, uh, I wanted help after that. I didn't want to accidentally hurt someone, so I sought out someone who could help."

"Who could help with that?" Your sister asks.

"I wasn't too sure, but I sought out Steve Rogers."

"Captain America?!" Your brother practically shouts. "You sought out an American Icon!?"

"Don't say it like that." Your nose wrinkles. "Steve's more than what the government dubbed him as."

"Wait," Jenna speaks up, frowning. "So, is what you told me earlier true? Are you really going abroad with Tony Stark as his assistant or…?"

"Ehh…" You squeak, shrugging.

"YN…" Her eyes narrow and you sheepishly smile.

"It's more of a mission rather than a job opportunity."

"A mission?"

"Surprise!" You give them jazz hands, chuckling nervously now. "I may or may not be an Avenger in training."

"WHAT?!" Out of everyone, your brother Jeremy is most excited. "You're gonna be a superhero?!"

"I'm gonna try to be," you say. "Apparently my morals are a little skewed, so I'm gonna be on probation for a while."

Enzo smirks. "Where has this Gilbert been all my life?"

"Right?" Damon muses, earning a punch from Elena and a chuckle from nearly everyone else.

"Anyway, I-" Nearly as one, every vampire perks up and looks towards the door. "Uhh, what's happening?"

Stefan frowns. "It sounds like a drone." And sure enough, moments later after the words leave his mouth, a drone passes by one of the front windows.

"A drone?" Rebekah scoffs. "How cowardly of them."

Everyone makes their way outside, hesitating on the porch, while only the Original family and Enzo head down onto the front lawn. The drone continues to hover noisily until Klaus leaps and snatches it from the air. Pulling an envelope that had been taped to it, he then crushes the drone and tosses it aside.

"Oh. They sent a note," Rebekah muses. "That's very quaint of them."

Her brothers huff in amusement as Klaus quickly scans the note. Summarizing it, he says, "They want a meeting with the new threat in the clearing next to the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign."

"No. No way," Elena says.

"It's a trap." Damon's eyes roll. "No one's going anywhere. We need to come up with a plan to catch them off guard."

"What better way to catch them off guard than actually showing up?" You wonder, moving to step down the porch steps, but keeping your hand on the porch railing. "They have no idea what I'm capable of. They're idiots to call me out."

Jeremy shakes his head. "They'll see you as a sympathizer and shoot first, ask questions later."

"That's assuming they'll even get a shot in."

"YN, think about this," Jenna says. "You don't know what you're up against."

"And apparently neither do you," you retort. "Your witch has yet to protect this town, so it's time some new blood takes the lead for a bit."

Bonnie scoffs. "Be my guest."

"Well, if you're going, then I'm going," Elena says.

"Me too," Jeremy agrees.

"You're not leaving without me," Jenna then says.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirk as you will your power to gather. "Good luck leaving the house then," you muse. Immediately your eyes flash red and a red shimmer envelops the house and porch.

"What?" You laugh as you jump off the porch steps. "What did you do?" Elena steps forward to follow but runs into an invisible shield. "YN!"

"What?" You feign innocence. "The way I see it, every one of you is vulnerable. Bullets and stakes can't harm an Original the way they can harm all of you."

"Enzo's not an Original," Elena says, eyes narrowing.

"No, but Enzo was already down here, so…" You shrug. "And besides, he's cute. I need something pretty to look at in case I die out there."

"YN, let us out," Elena says, shaking her head. "You're in over your head."

"No."

"Bonnie!" Elena whirls around, but even as Bonnie closes her eyes to chant, your shield doesn't waver.

The witch frowns. "I can't. This is magic I've never come across before."

"Of course you haven't. I'm apparently one of a kind." You wink and then look back at Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Enzo. "So, are you coming with or not? I may need a lift if you guys are running there."

"Darling, it'll be my pleasure," Enzo says. You giggle as he swoops you up into a bridal carry, running with you as if you didn't weigh much.

You have to close your eyes given how fast Enzo is running, but when he stops and starts to put you down, you open them and look around. You're near the meeting place, watching the vampires stare off in one direction as they listen to something only they can hear.

"What's going on?" You murmur.

"There's more than we anticipated," Rebekah murmurs back. "And they're all armed."

"Wonderful." Everyone continues to listen and quietly plan their next move, and eventually you grow restless. "Screw this. I'm going in."

"No. Wait!"

The vampires hiss threats at you, but you roll your eyes and continue forward. Walking through the tall grass, you keep your eyes peeled for anyone lingering on the sides. You don't see anything out of the norm and eventually you come upon a group of men and women.

Shockingly, it's a woman who steps forward and who you assume is in charge. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Who am I?" You muse. "Who are you? You came into my home and attacked us, after all."

The woman has a swagger to her to step as she stops a couple yards in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest with a self-satisfied smirk. "We hunt vampires. We're ridding the world of these monsters, but you were a surprise. So again, who are you?"

"YN Gilbert," you tell her. "And you attacked my aunt and sister. So, you and I, we have a problem."

"Your family are monsters. And so are you." As soon as the words leave her mouth, all the armed individuals behind her raise their weapons and green lasers center on your chest. Glancing down at all the moving dots, you laugh. "Those vampire friends of yours might be invulnerable to bullets, but are you?"

"There's only one way to find out." At your side, your right hand starts to glow. You hear murmurs of distress and you smirk as you glance at the woman in charge. "Then again, you're a moment too late. You should have had them take the shot when you had the chance."

Before she can get a word out, you raise your hand and flick your wrist. The red energy enveloping your hand disperses, and you watch as every person who had their weapon trained on you goes rigid as their eyes briefly glow red. From one second to the next, they all turn and train their weapons on their boss.

"Have fun convincing your friends you're not the monster." Turning around, your steps briefly falter as the vampires stare at you in amusement. You hadn't even heard them come up behind you. "What?"

Elijah's lips twitch. "What did you do to them?"

"A little mind control, I think. We should get out of here and regroup so I can figure out our next move. I'm not sure how long our new friends will be under."

"What all are you capable of?" Klaus asks, eyeing you warily.

"Dunno. I'm still figuring that out. Now can we go? I'm pretty sure everyone at my house is pretty pissed given I locked them in."

"My family and I actually have something to take care of in New Orleans," Klaus says.

"We would appreciate it if you kept us in the loop," Elijah then tells you.

"Sure. I can get your number from someone when there's something to tell." The Mikaelson siblings disappear after agreeing and you turn to glance at Enzo with a grin. "And then there were two." You step closer, reaching for him so he can prepare to hold you again. "Let's go, handsome, before the people with guns come out of the little trance they're under."

He huffs a laugh as your arms go around his neck and you jump so he's forced to catch you. "As you wish."

The next morning you groggily walk downstairs, yawning and stepping into the kitchen where Stefan is surprisingly cooking.

"Morning," you sleepily mumble.

He smiles. "Morning. Sleep okay?"

You wrinkle your nose while making yourself a cup of coffee and think about why you didn't have that great of a sleep. After what happened to your aunt and sister, Elena didn't want anyone unprotected. Tyler and Caroline still opted to go home to keep an eye on their mothers, but everyone else decided to stay at the Gilbert house. Bonnie slept in Jeremy's room, Damon in Elena's, Stefan called dibs on the couch, and you felt bad that Enzo would have to sleep on the recliner. Instead, you offered to share with him so long as he knew there'd be no funny business.

"If I had known Enzo hogs the blanket, I'd have never offered to share my bed out of the goodness of my heart."

Stefan chuckles. "Would breakfast put you in a better mood?"

"Mmm. What'd you make?"

"There's eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast."

You take a sip of your coffee before you stand. "I'll make my own eggs," you tell him. "I'm apparently picky with how they're made."

Stefan grins while stepping aside, watching as you find a small pan for your eggs. You crack three in the pan, scrambling them. Then while letting them cook for a moment, you head to the refrigerator to grab a bag of shredded cheese. Once they're nearly done to how you like them, you sprinkle a handful of cheese so the heat melts it just right.

"Cheesy eggs," you muse while plating them. "This is now the only way I can eat them."

Stefan grabs a fork and tries a forkful from the pan, humming a moment later. "Huh. Those are pretty good."

"Right?"

The two of you eat in peace before the rest of the house starts waking up. Jenna and Enzo join you right before Damon and Elena, and then Bonnie says a quick hello before taking her leave to get a jump on trying to figure out what's going on. Jeremy is the last to show up and you swat at his hand when he tries to steal your bacon.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Jeremy asks.

You shrug. "Probably roam the town and see if I can sense anything. Elena, nor Jenna, can tag along because those people know they're vampires."

"We're out of the running because they've been keeping an eye on the boarding house," Damon says.

"Which leaves me," Enzo smirks.

Jeremy huffs. "And me."

"Yeah, but you're only human, baby Gilbert."

Your brother grumbles and you laugh as you ruffle his hair. "Don't worry. I'll protect you and the pretty vampire from any threats."

Elena is not happy that you're going out on your own with only Enzo as vampire backup, but you tell her if she wants to involve herself then she can go help her witchy bestie. She's not impressed, but you couldn't care less, and you head out once Jeremy is done with breakfast.

"Someone else drive," you say while tossing your keys over your shoulder. "I need to sit in the back and somewhat concentrate."

"All you, mate," you hear Enzo say. "I just wanna sit pretty in the passenger seat."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

You slide into the back of your car, scooting towards the middle and letting Jeremy settle behind the wheel while Enzo makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" Jeremy asks.

"No idea. Just drive up and down every street. If something gives me the heebie jeebies, I'll speak up and we'll check it out."

"And if you don't sense anything out of the norm?"

"Then we go back home and try again later." He looks at you through the rearview mirror and you sigh. "Jer, just drive. I love Elena, but I really don't wanna deal with all her questions right now."

"But you'll answer mine, right?"

"Ugh. If I must."

"Cool. So, what's it like living with superheroes?" He asks, starting your car and pulling away from the curb.

"It was fun, but a bit chaotic."

"Because of all the enemies the Avengers have?"

"No, because half of them act like children." You huff a laugh, remembering some of your fonder moments with them. "Hawkeye likes to hide the vents and start unexpected nerf wars. Captain America and the Winter Soldier know no boundaries, and I usually found one or both sitting at my kitchen table and eating all my food when they forgot to order their groceries. And Iron Man likes to know any and every dirty detail of a person's life."

"What about the Black Widow?" Jeremy muses.

"She's more of a meddling teenager. Kept trying to set me up with people."

Jeremy laughs. "Who?"

"First it was Steve, then when she realized I had a type she reluctantly guided me in Loki's direction."

Enzo turns in his seat. "The God of Mischief? She tried setting you up with the God of Mischief?"

"Yep." You pop the 'p' and grin. "Almost sealed the deal too, but Thor's a cockblock and he got called back to Asgard before anything interesting could happen."

"Good. You can do better than the god of mischief who once wanted to take over Earth," your brother mumbles.

"Oh yeah?" You scoot forward so you can peer into the front between your brother and Enzo. "So, what are your thoughts on blood sucking vampires?"

"Gross!" Enzo barks out a laugh and Jeremy's attention is divided between the road and his passenger. "You better have not seduced my sister, Enzo!"

"I didn't, mate, but I did think about it."

You're laughing now, punching Enzo's shoulder while you tell your brother, "Give me some credit. I don't sleep with people on the same day I meet them."

"The vampires are off limits."

"Come on," you groan. "I need to have some fun before I leave. It's either this vampire or the other vampire with the accent."

"The other vampire with an acc- Klaus? You wanna bone Klaus?!"

Your lips twitch while you try to remain serious. "One or the other. You gotta pick one."

"No. Not only no, but hell no!"

You and Enzo are laughing again, and Jeremy grumbles while watching where he's driving.

For the rest of the drive, you divide your attention by teasing your brother with your attraction to the vampire in the passenger seat, and trying to sense anything out of the norm. Unfortunately, nothing feels off to you and Jeremy ends up driving back home.

"Better luck next time, yeah?" Enzo says while exiting the vehicle.

"Yeah. Until then, I'm gonna nap. Wake me up for lunch," you tell Jeremy.

For days you drive around Mystic Falls at random times, but you don't find anything. You even try to meditate and cast out a mental net, but again you come up with nothing.

Not even Bonnie has any luck and when you start to get aggravated because you know people are watching your family and their friends, Enzo decides to get you out of the house without any chaperones.

"Dinner at the Mystic Grill? How romantic of you," you tiredly tease him.

"We can always have dinner with your family and the Salvatore's, love."

"Mystic Grill is perfect."

"Thought so."

While you and Enzo wait for your food, you talk a little bit more.

"So is Mystic Falls permanent or were you visiting when all hell broke loose?" You wonder.

"Visiting. I'm a bit of a wanderer." Enzo tells you as he pops a piece of tortilla chip into his mouth. "What about you? What are your plans after your vacation is up?"

"Well, my trip is pretty confidential, but I'll be gone for two weeks before heading back to New York."

"And is New York permanent?"

"Yep. It wasn't always, but after gaining these powers of mine it's kind of where I have to be now."

Enzo smirks. "Will you be allowed visitors?"

"Of course." You laugh. "But the superheroes are nosy and it won't be long until they figure out your secret if you start visiting me."

"A price I will have to pay if it means I can have sleepovers with my favorite Gilbert."

Heat embarrassingly blooms in your cheeks as you toss a piece of torn napkin at him, making him chuckle. Thankfully, the waitress shows up with your food and you're saved from retorting by biting into your chicken sandwich.

You eat in peace, only having to stop a few times to greet old friends and old friends of your parents when they realize you're back. When it's all said and done, Enzo can't stop smiling at you as you leave the Grill and start walking towards Main Square.

"What?"

"I didn't know you were so popular."

"That's what happens when you're the golden child of two of the most respected individuals in town."

"Ah, yes. Your father."

You wince. "Sorry. I forgot you said that he- and Augustine."

"Water under the bridge, love. Besides, you were only a child when all that went down."

As you continue to walk, your arms cross over your chest and Enzo's thumbs end up hooked in his front pockets. He tells you about his turning and the identity of his sire which sets you off into a round of giggles as you tell him he's basically the baby of the Salvatore clan. He huffs, but finds amusement in your amusement.

You're then telling him all about the one time Tony Stark took you out for drinks and you ended up with the worst hangover of your life when a sudden sense of dread washes over you. You stumble and Enzo reaches for your elbow, and you immediately glance around at your surroundings.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't feel that?" You ask, your left hand reaching for your chest as your heart starts to pound with fear. "Fuck. Whoever's responsible for igniting panic in Mystic Falls is here. I can- I feel like-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a breath, sweetheart."

"M'trying." You try to catch your breath while reinforcing a mental shield around your mind. As the seconds slowly tick on by, you eventually get yourself under control. As your gaze scans your surroundings, you find someone standing under the clock tower. And when you clock them, they immediately tense and try to scurry off. "There."

When Enzo sees where you're looking, he speeds off and you start walking until you're in the middle of Main Square. Enzo reappears with a struggling woman by his side and he rolls his eyes. "Enough." He grips her bicep a little tighter, jerking her so she gets the memo to stop trying to escape. "Explain yourself."

"Yes. Please do," you drawl.

"H-How did you fight off the f-fear?" She asks instead, glancing between you and Enzo. "No one is supposed t-to be able to."

"I'm one of a kind," you deadpan. "Now explain yourself."

"The vampires have taken over. I needed to protect everyone!"

"Vampires are the least of your worries." You huff. "So what if they take a sip from a local or three? You should be grateful the vampires keep the worst threats from stepping foot here."

She shakes her head. "You're wrong. This vampire has used his mind tricks on you!"

"That's where you're wrong, girlie," Enzo muses. "Miss Gilbert here can't be compelled. You, however-"

"Wait." You stop Enzo from trying to compel the girl. "How did you do it?" You ask her. "How are you riling the locals and their friends up? How are you controlling their fear?" As you were asking her questions, you took notice that her hand reached up to grasp the tiny jar that had been hanging around her neck. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, and you reach forward with quick reflexes to pull the necklace from around her neck. "What's this then?"

"Don't!" She tries to lunge for it, but Enzo holds her in place.

"Why? It's just a-" An unseen force hits you square in the chest, throwing you off your feet and sends you flying. You land on your back with a grunt and within a second Enzo is there to help you up back to feet. "What the fuck was that?" You mumble.

"I don't know."

When you get your bearings, you glance back at the woman who fidgets nervously with something inhuman and grotesque standing right behind her shoulder. You scoff at her, gripping her necklace tight in hand. "Are you kidding me? You want to rid the town of vampires, yet you have a fuckin' demon at your beck and call? Hypocrite."

"He's helping me."

"He's feeding off of you, idiot!" You shout back at her. "He's just feeding differently than a vampire does, but I guarantee you he's feeding from you."

"N-No. He said-"

"Demons lie," Enzo tells her. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's leeching off your soul and every other soul he instills fear in. You're not helping anyone. You're hurting them."

She gasps and stumbles away from the demon, trembling when its milky white eyes turn on her. "I-Is that true?"

The demon gives a nonchalant shrug and you shake your head in disappointment at the girl. Her eyes fill with tears. "I didn't- I didn't want-"

"How do I get rid of it?" You ask. "What's so important about the necklace?"

When the demon looks at you and takes a step in your direction, she says, "Break it. Breaking the jar breaks the spell. Everyone will go back to normal too."

The demon hisses and you roll your eyes while throwing the necklace down and letting Enzo stomp on it. As soon as the glass breaks, the demon squeals before vanishing in a poof of smoke.

You frown. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

Enzo snorts and then gestures towards the trembling woman. "What do we do with her?"

"Please don't kill me!" She cries. "I only wanted to help."

"I'm not going to kill you." You roll your eyes. "But you are going to take me to your house so I can gather everything that will remind you of the supernatural. Then I'm going to make you forget everything you know about us and make it so you never have to worry ever again."

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

. . . .

An hour later, you and Enzo are going through boxes of occult paraphernalia that you'd taken from the woman's home. You had texted your sister to text Bonnie to meet you at the house, so you were currently waiting for the witch to show.

"I can't believe the villain was so utterly human who got lucky with the right books," Enzo drawls.

"Right? And to think- oh, pretty!" You cut yourself off, picking up a small crystal globe. "Do you think this is harmless?"

Enzo snorts. "I don't know, love. Ask the Bennett witch. She's walking up the porch steps right now."

Bonnie doesn't bother to knock, instead just walking right on in. She walks into the living room, exhaling softly as she takes in you and Enzo. "What happened? Did you find any new leads?"

"Did I find any new leads?" You muse, chuckling. She doesn't look impressed with you. "I found the problem and took care of it. Vampires can now roam around without fear that someone is going to stake them."

She stands a little taller. "What?"

"It was a normal civilian," Enzo says, "who got lucky with the right occult shop. She summoned a fear demon and didn't realize that while it was riling everyone up, it was also feeding on them."

"So we broke the spell, put the mind whammy on the woman who was causing you issues, and cleaned out her supernatural paraphernalia," you say while gesturing to the boxes in front of you. "I figured this stuff was better off in your hands than in someone else who would try their hand at summoning."

Bonnie steps further into the room to get a look in the boxes. "O-Oh. And this woman, she's okay?"

"Yes. Just because I have magic now doesn't make me a monster, Bonnie. The woman is fine and doesn't remember a thing."

"She also has the urge to better her life," Enzo says. "And if you don't believe us, we'll give you her address so you can check her out for yourself."

"No. It's fine," she says. "I just- I guess I'm so used to Damon solving our problems by killing the issue rather than solving it without bloodshed."

"Aren't you glad I'm not Damon." Bonnie finally cracks a grin at you and you raise the crystal globe so she can see it. "So do you think it's safe to keep this? It's really pretty."

Her and Enzo both snort, and she holds her hand out for it. "Let me see." You hand it over and you watch as she closes her eyes, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, her eyes open and she passes it back to you. "It's fine. I don't think she ever had a chance to use it."

"Score." You keep the small globe and then gesture to the boxes. "All yours then, Bennet. Don't go summoning demons now."

She chuckles. "I won't."

Enzo helps her load the car with her new possessions and then he's looming over you as you sit on the couch. "What?" You slowly grin at him.

"We have the house to ourselves."

"We've had the house to ourselves, Enzo."

"Yes, but we were expecting company. Now, we are not."

Your laugh gets cut short as you yawn. "As much as I'm looking forward to checking out your vampire stamina, I'm beat."

"Fine. Off to bed we go and then you're mine for the next few days now that you don't have to solve Mystic Falls' problems."

"Yeah. Sure."

You're peacefully sleeping when you're rudely awakened by your phone. Normally you'd let it go to voicemail, but you know for a fact that you silenced it which means your phone's been hacked. And given that it's a Stark product, you have a very good feeling you know who hacked your phone for this rude awakening.

Turning onto your opposite side, reach for your phone and blindly answer it. You realize a second too late it's a video call and maneuver the phone so the camera doesn't catch anything behind you.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groan, keeping your eyes hooded because of the too bright screen. "Fuck off, Tony. What time is it?"

"It should be six your time, I think."

"Six?!" Your eyes open wider and you shift your position just a little, pulling the blanket up higher to cover your chest. "What the hell, Tony! I barely went to sleep like three hours ago."

"Mhm. And what were you doing three hours ago? Or should I say whom?" You catch his smirk and you scowl at him.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Cut the shit. I caught a glimpse of a very muscular back when you moved just moments ago. And a head of dark hair."

"Fuck." There's a snort behind you and you turn so you're on your back, shoving at Enzo's arm. "You just had to be here, didn't you?"

"You weren't complaining three hours ago, love."

Tony practically lights up. "Did you get a boyfriend?! Romanoff is going to be so pissed she wasn't the cause of this."

"He's not my boyfriend," you grumble. "He's just… convenient."

"Mhmm. And is this convenience going to be visiting New York when you get back from our trip?"

"Enzo knows it's a probationary mission," you tell him around a yawn. "And I don't know. Maybe."

Enzo changes position so he's also on his back, sleepily smirking at you. "Definitely."

"Then he's a boyfriend. Oh, I can't wait to tell the others. Our baby superhero is growing up so fast."

"You're both annoying." You yawn again. "Was there a purpose to this call, Stark, or can we go back to sleep?"

"Not really. I just missed my second favorite human."

"Second? Does Peter know he's been usurped of his position as second favorite? If not, I call dibs on rubbing it in his face."

"Rude. But anyway, I also made you a gift. I'll ship it out later, so be expecting a package later this week."

"Ugh. Should I be worried?"

"No, but I have a feeling your new boyfriend is going to love it."

"One- not the boyfriend. And two- goodbye, Tony."

You hang up before Tony can say anything else and set your phone aside. When you turn back around, you match Enzo's position so you're lying on your side, facing him. "What do you think he's sending you?"

"No idea, but I have a feeling it's either going to be something I need or something to embarrass me."

Enzo smiles as he tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Go back to sleep, love. It's still dark out."

"Mmm. Okay."

Two days later, as you're sitting on the porch swing with your sister and enjoying iced tea with your siblings and aunt, a delivery truck stops in front of the house. The conversation you'd been having ceases as the driver gets out and opens up the back of his truck. Then he grabs a rather large black box, and when he maneuvers it in his arms you see Stark Industries logo emblazoned on the front.

The driver then walks up the sidewalk to your porch, glancing at everyone with a small smile. "YN Gilbert?"

"That'd be me," you say, standing to meet him.

"Cool. I'm gonna need to see some ID and then need a signature before I can hand this over."

"Sure. No problem." You head inside to retrieve your ID and then meet the guy back outside. As you hand over your ID for him to scan, you then quickly sign your name and take the box from him. "Thanks!"

"No problem. Have a good day."

When you turn around, your family is staring. "What?"

"What is it?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. Open it. I want to see."

Huffing a laugh, you gesture towards the door. You rather not open a box from Tony outside just in case it's something not meant for civilian eyes. But alas, once you get the lid off, it's nothing scandalous or confidential. In fact, it's something you were hoping you didn't have to deal with so soon.

"A supersuit!" Jeremy exclaims. "You got your own supersuit!"

"Calm down, Jer," you grumble. Picking through the paper, you pull free a top, pants, a jacket, and even what appears to be a head piece.

"Oh. That's pretty," Elena says while taking the headpiece from you and gently touching the intricate red designs. "Are these meant to be horns?"

"I'm not even sure." Underneath a pair of boots, there's a note. Picking it up, you read it aloud with a sigh. "Enjoy the last week with your family. We'll be there to pick you up next Sunday. Wear the suit. With love and excitement to see your boy toy- Tony." You huff a laugh before looking back at the box, shaking your head as your family roams their fingers over the pieces of your suit they're holding.

"What material is this?" Jenna asks.

"Do you think they can make me a Halloween costume out of any extra material they have lying around?" Jeremy wonders.

Both you and Elena snort, and you start to gather your suit from them. "I don't know and no. Now let me put this away while you guys brainstorm what we're going to do for dinner."

"Don't you have plans with Enzo?" Jeremy scowls.

"Nope. And don't make faces," you tell him. "If anyone is allowed to make faces, it's me and Elena because you're boning one of her best friends." Jeremy balks when Jenna barks out a laugh and Elena can only shrug while telling him that you're not wrong. "Besides, Enzo knows how much I love you guys and knows I should be spending all this time with you. I'll see Enzo whenever I want after I get back from my mission."

Elena arches an eyebrow at you. "He's gonna visit you in New York?"

You shrug. "He says he will, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"You have that vampire wrapped around your finger," Jenna muses. "I won't be surprised if we see less and less of him once you get back to New York."

"If you say so."

During the last week with your family, Elena finds it in her to not be so attached to her boyfriend. You go shopping with Jeremy and Elena, catch up on all the juiciest gossip with Jenna, and a few times you have group dinners with the Salvatore brothers, Enzo, Caroline, and Bonnie.

They try to weasel out any information you can give about where you're going, but you keep mum about it and tell them if they stop asking, then you'll let them see you off when you're to be picked up. They agree.

Then the day before you're set to leave, you're surprised when you sit down for dinner right as the doorbell rings. Everyone freezes before Jenna glances around the table, counting everyone and trying to figure out who'd be at the door.

Suddenly Elena perks up, eyes sparkling. "I got it!"

You frown at her, but Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Jenna, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who catch on as to who is possibly at the door. You, Jeremy, and Bonnie can only shrug and wait for Elena to return.

So while waiting for your sister's return, you nudge Enzo and ask for him to pass the salad bowl.

"Rabbit food, YN? Seriously?" You startle in surprise at the voice, fumbling the bowl and glancing up to see a smirking Tony. "I know for a fact you're not fond of salad."

"Tony! What are- why are you-"

"He couldn't wait," Clint muses, entering the door with several stacked pizza boxes in hand.

The door opens again and your sister ushers in another familiar face. "And neither could Barton." Natasha grins.

"Shut up, Nat. You jumped at the chance too. Don't try to play it off."

"Someone had to make sure you idiots didn't wreak too much havoc." Then glancing at the gobsmacked and/or amused faces, she introduces herself. "Hello. I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"W-We know," Jeremy stammers. "Hi. It's, uh, it's nice to meet you."

You wrinkle your nose at your brother and reluctantly stand up to show Clint where he can place the pizzas he's brought. "Everyone, I'm pretty sure you know who Tony, Clint, and Natasha are. Guys, meet my family and friends." Then one by one, you introduce them to your aunt, sister, and brother first. Then you introduce Caroline, Bonnie, and the Salvatores, and save Enzo for last.

Tony gasps in delight. "I got dibs on the chair by the boyfriend!"

"Tony!" Everyone snickers and you shake your head in disbelief as Tony makes a beeline for your vacated chair. Then glancing back at Natasha and Clint, you gesture to the kitchen island. "We're all out of chairs, so it looks like we're standing."

"That's fine," Clint muses. "I'm good at standing."

"Me too."

"Hey YN, can I get a slice of that pizza?" Your brother asks.

"Yeah. Hang on." Though your family and friends are eating spaghetti and salad, a few of them request slices of pizza of their own. You and Clint serve them up, and then return to the kitchen island to get started on your own dinner.

"So who's got embarrassing high school stories?" Tony asks.

"Well…"

"Don't even think about it, Jer-bear," you immediately blurt. "I grew up with you and Elena. I have just as much ammunition against you than you do me."

"Yeah, but the Avengers aren't my co-workers. They're yours."

Your eyes narrow. "Alright, fine." The piece of pizza you had in hand is lowered. "Once when Jeremy was thirteen and our parents left us in charge, I walked in on him-"

"You promised to never bring that up!"

The room explodes into laughter and you grin. "Try me, baby brother. I dare you."

"Fine. I don't know anything."

"You buckled so easily," Caroline teases. She then sits a little straighter, smirking at the room at large. "Well, YN was a junior when Elena, Bonnie, and I entered high school, so-"

"I got dirt on you too, Forbes. I even have pictures before your HBIC days. Do you really wanna try me?"

Her smirk falls. "I burned all those."

"As if I didn't make doubles or even triples." Caroline pouts and goes back to twirling her spaghetti on her fork. "Does anyone else wanna try me then? Hmm." You glance at Bonnie who shakes her head with a grin and Jenna who arches an eyebrow at you. "Remember, Jen, I was there for every sloppy relationship and one night stand. I was eavesdropping long before you ever knew."

Jenna deflates. "I hate nosy children."

You bark out a laugh and happily pick up your pizza, taking a bite out of it. Tony frowns. "And here I thought I'd get some juicy blackmail on you, Gilbert."

"Keep it up, Tony, and I'll narc on you to Pepper. We both know she adores me."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So why are you guys here?" You ask, eating some more. "I thought I was supposed to be picked up tomorrow."

"Stark wanted to make sure the suit fit," Natasha says. "Have you tried it on?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" Tony squawks. "It's yours! I thought you'd jump at the chance to wear a suit made specifically for you."

"I've been bonding with the family." You roll your eyes. "Excuse me if I didn't want to squeeze myself into a suit and be gawked at."

"Hey, be glad it's not a catsuit like mine," Natasha muses. "Yours looks loads more comfortable."

"You guys aren't going to let this go until I try it on, aren't you?"

"Try it on! Try it on!" Jeremy starts to chant, followed by Caroline. "Try it on!"

"I hate you all."

Taking one last vicious bite out of your pizza, you drop it on your plate and leave to head upstairs to your room.

As soon as YN disappears from the kitchen, Tony turns towards Enzo. "So what are you intentions with the baby of the Avengers? Because let me tell you something, Lorenzo St. John, I know everything about you, the Salvatores, aunt Jenna, sister Elena, and friend Caroline."

The room goes deathly quiet and still, and Clint snorts. "Why do you guys look so shocked? You didn't think we'd be stupid to not investigate everything going on in this town, did you?"

"How?" Caroline wonders. "The council doesn't exist anymore and my mom knows better than to put that type of information on any electronic device where it can be hacked."

"Well someone was dumb enough to keep an electronic journal," Natasha muses, still casually eating as everyone else is too tense to move. "And while vampires and witches," she makes eye contact with Bonnie then, "all sound very whimsical, given our line of work we have to believe that there was an ounce of truth somewhere in there. So we dug and dug until we found pictures of the Salvatore brothers from way back in the day. There wasn't much on St. John, but there was quite the information dump on the Original family."

"So again I will ask," Tony says. "What are your intentions with YN?"

"Nothing. We're just having fun." Enzo shrugs. "I like the girl and we're just taking it day by day."

"Does she know about all of you?"

"She does," Jenna finally speaks up. "She showed up right before a group of men broke into my house and tried to take me by force."

Clint stands a little taller and Enzo waves him off. "Fear demon riled up some locals, but YN took care of it. All is fine now."

"What about this Original family?" Tony asks. "Do we need to worry about them?"

No one says anything and surprisingly it's Bonnie who speaks up. "They like to toe the line, but so long as they're left alone, it should be fine."

"They've racked up quite the body count." Natasha arches an eyebrow at her.

"So have Damon and Stefan." Bonnie shrugs. "But the Salvatores have learned from their past and live peacefully now. The Mikaelson family does their own thing, but so long as their family is not threatened, they stay under the radar. I doubt they want the government hounding them."

"We'll leave them alone for now, but the second they start making waves-"

"They'll behave." Damon rolls his eyes. "Klaus saw just a fraction of what YN can do and I doubt he wants her tapping into that power to subdue him. They might have a very powerful witchy sister back in New Orleans, but-"

"But YN's power is different than what the ancestors have shown us," Bonnie says. "No matter the experience of the witch, I have a feeling YN can easily outpower any of them."

"Shit. Really?" Now Tony looks intrigued, but before he can ask more about it, the kitchen door swings open.

"There. Happy?" You deadpan.

Everyone falls quiet and Enzo turns his seat to take a look at you. You mentally preen when you see his eyes subtly widen before looking you up and down, and then a leering smirk graces his features. "Hello, gorgeous."

You huff a laugh and flick his forehead as Caroline gushes. "Oh my god. You look so good in that!"

"It is comfortable," you reluctantly admit. "And I'm immensely grateful that my cleavage isn't out for all to see," you say while glancing down at the black and burgundy top of your suit. "And what even is this skirt or whatever it is?" You ask, turning sideways so you can point out the piece of material that's connected to the back bottom half of your top to give off the illusion of you wearing a cloak without really wearing one.

Tony shrugs. "Thought it looked neat. Do you want it gone?"

"Well, no…"

"Question." Elena sheepishly raises her hand. "If the world gets to see your suit in action and you become well known, can I borrow the suit for Halloween?"

"No." You laugh. "You are not dressing up as me for Halloween."

"But it's so pretty," she muses. "And that headpiece! God, I love that headpiece so much."

You shake your head at her, grinning, and then make your way back to the kitchen island. "Well now that everyone's done gawking, can I eat now? I'm starving."

For the duration of dinner, you let your family and friends spill a few secrets to keep Tony happy. Natasha keeps nudging you and gesturing to Enzo, but you shrug and blush when she wiggles her eyebrows.

"I have a feeling you have a thing for murderers," she quietly muses. "First Loki and now Enzo?"

You snort and shake your head, and then freeze when your eyes dart to her. She arches an eyebrow at you before smirking. You sigh in defeat. "Of course you know."

"As if we'd let an Avenger in training go back home without making sure everything was on the up and up. You're lucky Tony only kept the vampire secret between us three and didn't get Steve involved."

Your nose wrinkles. "He means well, but that man needs to realize not everything is sunshine and rainbows."

"Mhm. You don't have to tell me. I know perfectly well that we can coexist with vampires, but the second they start mindlessly murdering humans, then we're going to have an issue."

"Duly noted, Black Widow," Damon says aloud, letting her know he could hear her. "Though I am kind of interested to see how a vampire fares against someone such as yourself."

"Give me a few weeks and we'll test it out," she says.

Dinner conversation then turns into who they think can win a fight, and soon enough Jeremy has thrown all caution to the wind and is showing pictures from what he's dubbed as your teenage dirtbag days.

Soon enough Tony, Clint, and Natasha are leaving to hunker down in a bed and breakfast before they come back to pick you up tomorrow afternoon, and you're calling it an early night so you're not too exhausted the following morning.

As you walk into your room, you're not surprised to find Enzo already waiting in bed for you. Grinning, you crawl into bed until you're hovering above the dark haired vampire. "Hi," you muse, leaning down and quickly kissing him. "I'm surprised you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You shrug and fall down atop the vampire, situating yourself until you're tucked into the crook of his arm with your head cushioned on his shoulder, your arm thrown over his chest, and your knee hiked up over his thigh. "Natasha usually scares people away or Tony intimidates them away."

"I don't know, love, the superheroes seemed to like us pretty well."

"You say that now, but wait until you show up in New York. You'll be their secret guinea pig that they test out their new gadgets on."

"As long as they don't cut me open, I have no issue with it."

"Ugh. They're gonna love you."

Enzo chuckles quietly. "I hope so. You're not getting away that easily."

"Can you guys stop being so cute? I'm not supposed to approve of whatever you guys have going on, but you're making it really hard to disapprove!"

You lift your head to shout at your door. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jenna!"

"Rude!"

Laughing, you let your head fall back on Enzo with a quiet groan. "They're all ridiculous. We're just having fun."

"Keep telling yourself that, love. Maybe one day down the line you'll actually believe it."

You pinch his side before turning your face to bite his pec. Enzo flinches and laughs some more. "You're not helping."

"Because you'll see it sooner or later that I'm the only one for you." He presses a kiss to your hairline and you sigh tiredly as you settle back down against him. "Now get some sleep." As you close your eyes and start to drift, you hear him ask, "Do you think I can compel your mission location out of that Hawkeye fella before you leave?"

"Don't you dare."

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[blue-jisungs]

minhyun always needs to have u on set for long kdrama shoots (esp overnight) cause he gets so tired :( but once he gets some kisses from you then he'll feel energized enough to shoot the next scene skdjsk

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author’s note. i decided to combine this req with kyky’s one, i hope yall don’t mind!!! i also hope it’ll make your mood lighten up even a bit:( not proof read, sorry!

word count. 760

maybe it was just his character.

he was shy, introverted and preferred quiet and peace over being in a loud room filled with people.

or maybe he was just tired… exhausted even.

not an ounce of strength or energy in him to do anything. minhyun just wanted to melt into his chair, become one with it, fall asleep– no, stop. backspace. he wanted to go home, to you, to fall asleep in your arms.

but he has to finish shooting this very exhausting scene.

as much as he loved being an actor, he just let out an annoyed sigh at the mere thought of the upcoming shoot.

“where’s my super star?!”

his eyes peeked open, not moving an inch.

you barged into the room and it was like sunshine flooding through an open window. (even thought the night sky was widely displayed behind the window in the room).

“min, here you are! i’ve been looking for you! it’s so cold here, why won’t you close the window?” you asked, voice filled with excitement.

he let his eyelids drop again.

“don’t… wanna… move…” minhyun mumbled and heard you walk up and close the window.

“i stopped by a nearby cafe and brought you and staff some food! i might be broke now but at least everyone’s stomach is full” you hummed happily and the sound of your energetic footsteps reached his ears.

he couldn’t control the smile that creeped on his lips: your presence and the energy you emitted was contagious, whether he liked it or not.

“yah, mr hwang! wakey wakey!” you grinned and suddenly there were cold hands on his cheeks.

letting out a gasp, minhyun’s body jolts and eyes open wide.

“your hands…!” minhyun groaned but broke into a bigger smile upon seeing your face up close.

“are they cold? sorry… i left my gloves at your place… anyway, wake up! i brought you some coffee, warm one! and bunch of snacks – sweet bread, milk bread, chocolate croissant, muffins…” your voice was so pleasant to listen to that he zoned out, losing control over his body once again.

“…but the cashier said that they can throw in some discounts so obviously i agreed…”

just for a second. his eyelids weighed like a ton, unable to keep open. neck giving up and letting his head drop down.

“…and then a tiger ran into me…”

one more minute. he was just resting his eyes, totally listening to you and keeping track of–

“…the aliens kidnapped me but i did a flip and escaped their ship!”

minhyun slowly rose his head up and you observed his tired face. a glowing smile adorned your lips as he visibly processed what you just said.

“what?” minhyun blinked slowly and a bubbly laugh escaped your mouth.

“you weren’t listening, huh? don’t worry. here, have some coffee” you hummed and after handing him the warm paper cup, you pecked his temple.

he was just trying to keep up with the story but gave up as soon as he felt your lips brush against his skin.

the coffee was tasty, just as he liked it. while he was sipping on it and munching on the sweets, he listened to you. to attempt on keeping him awake, you decided to talk to him: starting from how your day was and finishing on the fact that you just found out the difference between chipmunks, eurasian squirrels and american squirrels.

a knock on the door interrupted your rant about hamsters (“they are just squirrels without tails!”) and all of the energy that was back in him started to flow out again.

“minhyun, we’re waiting. whenever you’re ready” one of the staff members called and he just whined, putting his food away.

“come on, baby. you can do it! let’s just get it done and we’ll go home” you encouraged him and started planting kisses on every single spot your lips could reach.

his soft cheeks, perfectly shaped nose, cheekbones, forehead… even his jaw and chin. minhyun started giggling, feeling a bit ticklish.

his battery was about 99% charged.

“i think you missed a spot” your boyfriend teased playfully and you grinned, cupping his face.

landing a tender kiss on his soft lips, you could taste the sweetness of snacks he ate. minhyun melted into the kiss, pulling you closer. you felt him smile just before he backed away suddenly.

“100%. i’ll try to be quick, baby” he hummed and stood up. you weren’t sure what he meant but minhyun’s face was glowing with excitement again.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Haven

Pairing: Sam Wilson x shield agent female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1300 words

Outline: Former shield agent now working in secret for the nomad team so why is your heart flattering when you have to take care of your former flame?

Warnings: tiny angst, reunion sex, swearing, pet names, food mention, movie inaccuracies, breast worship, biting, male ejaculation. if I missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: infinity war! sam au is here! Loved the angsty emotional angle very much. sam thots and especially about aus are always welcome :) next on the to be written list are 1st bf!, sugardaddy!, samnat & the alphabet.

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

A year after the whole airport Avengers scene has left you scattered broken and unemployed. Working a few odd jobs here and there as a former shield agent and an expert skillful agent have you picking jobs from the black market and trying your best to help and protect the nomad team.

Your base right now is on a small island in the pacific ocean and when in the middle of the night you receive a red alert for immediate excavation you are more than ready to help. What you didn't expect was your former flame, Sam Wilson to be the recipient of the help. He looked injured & bloody as he was walking out of the quinjet, getting invincible behind him.

"Sam!" You exclaim running to him. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles softly. "Aliens." He stops you before you could even speak. "The rest of the team are elsewhere, safe. And I am hoping to be now. As long..." he gestures around. "You got a nice meal and a warm bed for me to lay on."

"Of course, Sam. I got everything." Your heart is warming up, you never expected to see him like this, on his own, looking charming as ever even though you could tell the impact was severe.

You bring him to your small house and allow him to shower as you put his suit in a basket letting it soak with soap hopefully, that will wash off the blue alien blood. Then you decide to cook something simple, rice and meatballs, by the time you're done and setting the table he's coming around with just a towel around his lower body.

"So...you don't do clothes in this house?" You laugh even if you try to avert your gaze from staring at his body too much. He looks uninjured, the only visible scars now were on his face. Looks like he needs better head protection.

"I forgot!" You shake your shoulders and head for the closet. "Oh really, did something distract you?"

"No, I was focused on cooking."

"Ah-huh. I believe that." He smiles and sniffs up the air. "Meatballs?"

"The only good thing I know how to make."

"Hmm, you did also make amazing boiled eggs."

You snort as you pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He doesn't catch it as he lets it fall on the floor.

"I know you wanna see me naked, baby."

You scoff in response and throw at him the clothes you picked for him. "Nu huh." You place your hands over your eyes and smile. "Not one bit."

"Ah sure. I see you peeking."

And that's how the rest of the night, now early morning went, Sam got dressed had some food, recited stories to you, described very vividly how alien-y the aliens were, and in the end fell asleep. The rest of the three days went on like this, with the flirtations and the teasing getting more and more psychical until you knew it was time for him to leave again and you almost felt your heart sinking in your chest.

You watch him as he sleeps, breathing slowly in and out, shirtless with just a blanket around his legs, looking more peaceful than ever.

"Ya know you can tell when someone stares at you."

You scoff and cross your arms rolling your eyes.

"I just wanted to see if you had fallen asleep."

"Sounds like something that takes no more than one second. You've been sitting there for more than five minutes." He finally opens his eyes and rolls over looking at you and crossing his arms. God his muscular arms looked delicious like that. You wanted nothing more than to curl up there with him. Safe and secure inside his embrace.

Second instincts kick in and you roll your eyes again before turning around to leave. You only make it a few steps before he grabs you by your arm and turns you around pushing you against the wall. He doesn't speak, just stares deeply into your eyes as you are breathing short and heavily, your body responding to him in an extreme way. You needed him, you loved him.

"Sam." You mumble trying to regain your composure. His arm stays tauntingly above your head his other hand still holding your wrist, checking your heart pulses.

"I like clear answers."

"Sam, don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"I'm not doing anything. I was sleeping."

You scoff and close your eyes in frustration. What's the point of this? He has to leave, he has to help the world. You needed to stay here, act as a safe haven.

"I should pack your essentials." You say directly looking at him.

"No." He retorts and then crushes his lips against yours, leaving you both surprised and ridiculously drenched for him. He only kisses you once before pulling away to watch your reaction again.

"Sam." You repeat, his breath hot on your tongue, your chest finally filling with air. Your hand is on his chest caressing it, he seems to be getting calmer. "I...please, don't regret me."

"Never." He shakes his head. "Never. I've missed you, I could never regret you." His lips land on yours again, soft and velvety, with the utmost sweetness full of life and adoration.

You remember these lips, memories come alive in your head as his hands begin to wander on your body. He needs to touch you everywhere at once as your hands respond in the same way. He engulfs with his body, his kisses turning to bites on your jaw and further down your neck, as a moan escapes you, filling the air of the small room. Suddenly, you are sure of every little thing in the world and you allow him to take control.

And he wastes no time, tearing your clothes apart with his arms and teeth, biting your breasts, pulling your nipples, kissing your chest as your hand stays stroking his hard-on over his sweatpants until he cursed and pulled his pants down himself. And he almost hissed when you touched his cock, his teeth still playing with your nipples, one hand moving to your core, rubbing it slowly.

"Shit, baby, looks like a job for a plumber down here." You giggle at his line which quickly changed to a gasp as the cold air hit you when he undressed you followed by a moan as he pushed a curled finger inside.

"Oh looks like we need to do a lot of work down here." You let your head hit the wall. "Looks like we gonna need a tool." He nods his head and replaces his finger with his cockhead which has you dropping to a low sound.

"Oh, looks good." He pushes inside, stretching your walls, your hands wrapping around his neck. "Oh, such a tight hole, think that's the problem here, need some good fucking to get properly fixed." You giggled at his goofiness as he started doing what he was best at - screwing you silly.

A couple of minutes later and in many different sex positions he has you on the couch, laying under him as his hands cup your face, his thrusts slow and sensual and even though he has already drawn orgasm after orgasm of you, he still remains full. You know he has planned something. Something hella corny.

So when he finally orgasms, he does it looking deep inside your eyes, shooting his seed down your stomach as he repeats your name almost like a chant, resting his forehead against yours.

And when the morning comes, he doesn't leave your home.

Because you are his home.

His safe haven.

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[hermajestytak]

Since it's MY BIRTHDAY TODAY, here's an oddly specific Irken birthday headcanon/idea I had back in the day

First of all, it's an "activationversarry;" it celebrates when their paks were activated and they came to life, not when their meat sacks were made because it sounds cooler

And it's celebrates in sort of the reverse of a human birthday. By that, I mean instead of your closest friends giving you gifts, your worst enemies are supposed to give you gifts.

Why would anyone agree to this? Because if you buy your mortal enemy or rival a gift on their activationverssary, they owe YOU a gift on YOUR activationverssary! So they're all doing it for very selfish reasons, I assure you.

The origin of the activationverssary is mostly lost to time, but records state that the practice began because "ruling over my enemies and rubbing it in their faces!" was at the top of every Irken soldier's wishlist. So out of a rare instance of good sportsmanship, some rival teams went out of their way to simulate that for their special day.

Zim in particular is an odd case of this. He's very much aware of what celebrating someone's activationverssary implies, but tends to ignore it when it doesn't fit his fantasy. Zim has a LOT of enemies including the Tallest themselves who shower the guy in gifts and messages out of pure hatred for him. Zim is more than happy to return the favor on Red and Purple's activationverssaries, thinking their relationship is so special that they'll give each other gifts even if they don't hate each other.

If this was a thing in series, I'd establish it with a Dib focused episode where Zim keeps expecting his most hated mortal enemy to throw him a surprise party or something and it confuses him a lot.

Zim: Well, where is it?

Dib: Where's...what?

Zim: My activationverssary gift! Don't tell me YOU forgot!

Dib: Wha- you mean a birthday gift? I'm not giving you anything!

Zim: *scoffs* Does our relationship mean NOTHING to you?!

Dib: HUH?!

In fact, Zim's always been weird when it comes to birthdays; on Dib's last birthday, Zim threw him a party when no one else did, but he avoided it because he thought it was some kind of alien trap.

Then Tak's ship makes everything clear as it rushes to give Zim something while explaining the whole concept to Dib and Gaz. They all team up to throw Zim a bomb ass party and they all have fun together for once in the name of hatred and rivalry

#invader zim #iz headcanon #invader zim headcanon

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), dark fic, fem!alien!reader, reader’s dad is definitely an intergalactic criminal, noncon, interrogation, size kink, age gap, mild threats against reader, guy plays bad cop ( and starts to like it ), degradation, humiliation, choking, oral sex ( m!receiving ), fear kink, daddy kink, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading &lt;3

what was he doing here? 

the Green Lantern Corps wasn’t supposed to be allowed on this planet; that was exactly why your father sent you here. 

and yet, here he was. he wasn’t in uniform, and before you’d bolted, you hadn’t seen the ring gleaming on his finger, so you assumed he was here without the guardians or his fellow corps members knowing, but that only made it worse for you. he’d been scanning the crowded bar room, and when you’d made the mistake of locking eyes, he recognized you instantly. 

luckily, you were faster than him at first, and the patrons assisted in obstructing him long enough for you to duck out of the back and into the alleyway. 

but you had no idea Guy Gardner of the Lantern Corps could lay down a circle of armed men in a matter of seconds without his power ring, and before you could call for help, his massive frame busted through the back door and he snatched you up. 

you screamed and fought, flinging your body back against his, but only to find that he was completely solid and unyielding. “Easy, sweetheart!” he barked, grasping your hand as it comes up, blindly, a glowing blade in your hand. his vice tightens around your wrist, and you yelp, before he twists your arm up and pins it to your lower back. “Now, that is a big knife for a little thing like you. Daddy buy that for ya?” he’d dug his chin against your shoulder, walking you, kicking and screaming, closer to the wall on the opposite side of the alleyway. his free hand grasps the handle and wrenches it from your fist with what little resistance you could muster. “Ya gonna cut me up with that? Huh?” 

“You can’t be here!” you hissed, shoving your shoulders back to try and jab him in the chest. you were met with only solid muscle. “This planet is out of your jurisdiction!” 

“Why do you think I ditched the uniform, honey?” Guy crooned, throwing the weapon to the ground. it clatters, the glow dimming, and his hand grabs at the collar around your neck. you knew he must be feeling the inscription, and even without his ring to translate, he must know what it says.

“If you don’t let go of me I swear I’ll—” 

 “I don’t think you wanna go and do that. I know where I’m at. Do you? Daddy dearest sent his little princess to a planet fulla’ the nastiest criminals this side of the universe with a dinner bell ‘round her neck.” 

you scoff, “They wouldn’t dare!” 

“Wouldn’t they?” Guy mutters in your ear, instilling the inkling of doubt in your mind, “You think any of these space thugs would think twice about bending you over this dumpster? If you’re really that confident, go ahead and call for them. Let’s see what they’d do if they saw you all tangled up and helpless. My money’s on nothin’ good.” 

your eyes widen. you hate that he might be right. but you say nothing, pursing your lips into a loathsome pout. 

“Don’t sull up on me,” he growls, his hand careening up from the collar to grasp your face, digging his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks. the pressure pushes your lips out further. “You should be thanking me. Because I got to you before any of these monsters caught you alone.” 

“What do you want?” you snap, trying to shake your head to force his hand from your face. his grip only tightened. “You can’t arrest me. Not here.” 

“I just came here to ask you some questions, sweetheart. You can be a good girl and answer them truthfully,” Guy pauses, pressing your torso against the brick wall, but he guides your head back to rest against his clavicle so you’re looking up at him. “…or your night can get a lot harder.” 

you already knew what the question would be before he said it. 

“Where’s daddy hiding?” 

your eyes narrow, and you glare up at him, but make no attempt to answer. 

Guy tilts his head. “Nothing? Not a peep?” the ghost of a smirk dances across his lips, “I was hoping you’d pick the hard way.” 

knots tied in your belly and you bite down hard on your lip. you want to ask him what he’s going to do to you, but you don’t have the time before he’s pressing his weight against you, pinning you to the wall so he can reach the gem embedded in your temple. 

“Why don’t we just give him a call?” 

he’s rough when he presses into it, and you cry out, your eyes lighting up along with the jewel itself. if the communication connecting hadn't always stunned you, you would’ve reached up and clawed at his wrist. “S—stop!” 

your name echoes around you, your father’s voice, asking what was going on. after all, you rarely called him this way. it hurt too much. 

Guy chuckles, and taps it a couple of times, as if he were knocking on a door, and you whimper each time, mouth hanging open and illuminated eyes turned up towards the dark atmosphere. “So this little trick does work. And here I thought Hal was just pullin’ my leg. Z, buddy, it’s been a while. Remember me?” 

“…. Green Lantern Guy Gardner.” 

“Bingo! And I got your little Princess here with me. Go ‘head, sweetheart, say hi to daddy.” 

you shudder when he nudges your ear with his lips, hissing low in your ear, but you mumble slowly. “He… won’t let me go…” 

your dad sounded completely nonchalant, if not annoyed. “You’re safe. He can’t arrest you there, remember?”  

“So y’all keep sayin’.” Guy scoffs, and one arm slinks around your midriff. “But I haven’t tried to drag her to a sciencell. It’s you I’m after, Z.” 

a sigh echoed around the two of you. 

“D—daddy…“ you wanted to beg him for his help. however, Guy was right there. 

“Hear that, pal? That’s your daughter calling for you. If ya just show your ugly mug, I’ll let her go nice and easy.” 

“What will you do with her if I don’t comply with these terms?” 

blinking, you stare, incredulous. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. would he really not come to save you? “Daddy—” 

“Sh, baby girl, the grown ups are talking.” Guy crooned, clapping a hand over your mouth and squeezing it tight. “You’re one evil bastard for even considerin’ not coming to get her, Z. If you don’t make your grand appearance, well hell, I might just have to be her new daddy.” Guy plants a fleeting kiss on your cheek since he’s leaned in close enough to whisper to the jewel. “Me and her are gonna have some fun.” 

there’s a moment’s silence— one that you can’t even believe happens. why isn’t your father screaming? why isn’t he throwing out threats and demanding you be released this instant? 

“Make your choice, Z. Ya gonna let the little thing become my new sex doll or are ya gonna turn yourself in?” there’s an edge to his voice, as if the silence is also frustrating him. he must’ve been expecting the same thing you were; maybe he didn’t really like the idea of using you as a hostage, either. 

more silence. 

you whined from behind Guy’s palm, tasting the saline sweat and the roughness of the healing callouses against his fingers. 

“Princess, you know I love you,” your dad started and your heart sank. with wide eyes you screamed into Gardner’s hand, “but sometimes, we all must make sacrifices…” 

Guy scoffed in disbelief, taking a subtle step back, “You gotta be shittin’ me,” he murmured more to himself, and spun you around so your back was against the bricks. then, the hand that was previously keeping you quiet slid down to grasp at your throat. with a pathetic croak, you reach up to dig your nails into his hand from either side. “Hey, Z. I’m about to shove my cock in your little girl’s throat so I’m gonna have to cut this call short, aight buddy? I just want you to hear one thing.” 

“Green Lantern…” your father sounded impatient, as if he was desperate to get off the line before he could feel even an ounce of humiliation, but Guy ignores it. he leans in close to you again, breathing hot air against your lips as his grip tightens. 

“Who’s your daddy now, sweetheart?” 

you didn’t want to answer him. you gurgle for air, eyes big and glaring up at him, but when you realize he won’t ease up until he gets the answer he’s looking for, you mutter, begrudgingly, “Y—you are—“ 

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.” Guy gives you a little shake by your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your windpipe and his olive eyes lock on to yours. “Who’s your daddy now?” 

there’s a twinkle in his gaze when you whimper, your own flooding with fearsome subservience, and you croak out, “Y—you’re my daddy!” 

did he like how scared you were?

“Damn straight.” 

you felt the connection to your father cut, as if he’d finally had enough, and your eyes dimmed, before finally returning to their normal hue. he hadn’t wanted to hear anymore, obviously. 

Guy uses the grip on your throat to drag you down the side of the brick wall until you’re slamming your knees against the rocky ground and wincing, staring up at him. “He— he’s going to show up,” you attempt to assure him, but he’s already reaching with one hand to unbuckle his belt. “He’s coming to save me, and if you do anything to hurt me, he’ll—“ 

“He’s not comin’, Princess.” he growls, cutting you off. he grips your face and tilts it up, running a rough thumb pad over your trembling lower lip. “You not hear him? He’s givin’ you to me so he don’t rot in a sciencell. I was even gonna let you go before, but now…” Guy trails off, dragging his thumb over your lip before pushing it into your mouth. you whimper, your tongue pushing back, and you try to shake your head, but he hooks it against the inside of your cheek, pushing your head back against the wall. “You had to go and look so cute when you were callin’ me daddy.” 

“P—please…” you slur around his finger. “Please… just let me go… I won’t tell—“ 

“Shh,” Guy replaces his thumb with his first, two fingers, prodding deep to the back of your throat until you gag, helplessly blinking at tears welling in your eyes. “Daddy’s thinking.” his fingers pump in and out of your open mouth, forcing you to cluck and gargle, costing them in spit, as he watches. “Daddy’s thinking about how he’s gonna fit his big, thick cock in this pretty, little mouth of yours.” Guy’s free hand flees to his belt, unbuckling it skillful and quick, before focusing on his zipper. “Hell, I bet you’ve never had to suck cock a day in your spoiled life. You’d choke the whole time. You’re gonna need some serious training before I can play with you the way I really want to.” 

Guy worms his leather boot in between your knees, pushing it flush against the crotch of your panties underneath your skirt so you’re sitting on his foot, and you mewl, squinting. you didn’t want to be, but the light rubbing of coarse leather against the thin lingerie had you dampening them in no time. 

“You want daddy to be nice to you this time? Take it easy?” 

there’s no way to escape him, and even if you tried, you knew he’d just catch you again. besides, you feared what the alternative to his niceties could be. so you nod, allowing your eyelashes, stuck together with tears, to flutter. 

Guy groans, staring down at you, and pushes his fingers as deep as he could, dipping the tips into the back of your throat, staring down at you. you were drooling and crying, helpless. and he was so powerful, in complete control. “Ask me, real sweet.” 

“P—pleas—“ it was difficult, to say the least, to sound out each word around his fingers, and simultaneously keep from gagging on them. “Please be nice— to me— daddy—!” you could feel saliva leaking out around his knuckles, dribbling down your chin, and you were humiliated. you’d never felt so dirty in your life. 

Guy shimmies his jeans and underwear to his ankles, grabbing his monstrous cock at it’s girthy base to show you just how big he was. even his herculean fist, that he could wrap all the way around your neck, looked to be normal as he held on to the massive tool. he saw your eyes widen, gluing themselves to his cock, and he whistles. “I know, baby girl, it’s big, ain’t it?” pulling his other hand from your mouth, he slathers the already strong erection in the spit you’ve coated his hand in, before rubbing the length across your face. sputtering for air, you try to shy away from it, but Guy takes your hair at the roots and holds you in place, so he can smack the angry, red tip against your cheek, hard enough to leave you wincing and whimpering for him to stop. “I wanna see you struggle to suck me,” he murmurs, tugging your hair, “I bet even just the tip is bigger than you can comfortably handle. Open wide.” 

you shook your head, trying to seal your lips together tight, but the power behind his pushing as he prods your reluctant mouth finally forces you to comply. you reach up, about to press against his thighs when the thick head stretches your mouth open and slips inside, but he takes both of them at the wrist and tucks them behind your back. “Don’t need these.” he snorts, gruffly, “Keep ‘em outta my way. If that’s all you can take, then you better start suckin’.” 

you garbled your way through an incoherent thought, your hands balling into fists but you kept them behind your back, as obedient as you could be. at least he wasn’t trying to shove the whole thing in your mouth; the more your eyes tried to stare at the several inches protruding from your face, the dizzier you felt. the head was inside, just barely, and your lips were already stretched into a tight O, your tongue pinned to the floor of your mouth, and his thickness threatened to bulge your cheeks. trying your best to clamp your tiers into as tight a seal as you could, you suck in your cheeks and slurp. it’s beyond embarrassing, the sloppy sounds you made trying to suck Guy’s cock. you whined and mewled and squinted, bobbing your head to simply appease the beast of a man before you. 

“Uhhuh,” he grunted, releasing your hair. one hand splayed against the wall to support himself, and he dipped his chin into his bolstered, rising chest to watch you, “that’s it, sweetheart. Keep doing it, just like that.” 

you were staring up at his pleasured face, and you hoped he could feel every ounce of hate for the way his cock fit in your mouth you poured into your gaze, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. your brows knit together, and you moaned when he ground the toe of his shoe into your panties. 

“That hot, little mouth sure is somethin’, you’re gonna fuck around and make me cum,” he hummed between ragged breaths, “I can’t wait to see how the rest of your holes feel stretched around me.” 

Guy’s hips were twitching, but thankfully he didn’t use them to rock against your face and try to stuff you beyond your limit, but he did allow his hand to rest on the top of your head, keeping it in place while you sucked. “Use your tongue, little girl.” he hisses, closing his eyes, “Show me how bad you wanna swallow my load.” 

you didn’t, that was the problem. 

the last thing you wanted was for him to cum in your mouth; you didn’t want to taste the desire he held for forcing himself on you, but you couldn’t fight back. so, with all the strength you could muster, you push the tip of your tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of the twitching tip, until he howls in pure, sordid delight and comes undone. 

regardless of whether or not you wanted it, he shot spurt after hot spurt directly into your mouth. you gagged when the warmth drizzled down into your throat, but it was clear when he murmured, “Swallow it.” that he wouldn’t be pulling out until you did. 

obedient, albeit disgusted, you swallow, blinking fresh tears away, and your nails digging miniature crescents into your palms. “Nnn… Nnn…” 

“There’s daddy’s good whore.” he purrs, catching his breath, and finally, pulls himself free of your mouth. there’s a flood of spit and cum that didn’t make it down your throat that oozes over your lips once he’s pried himself out, and you pant, sitting back on your butt against the rough ground. coughing, you consider forcing yourself to throw up, just so his damned warmth is out of your system. however, the strong hand that grabs your face and forces it up towards him again stops you. you find Guy squatting down to be as close to eye level as he could get with you. “As long as you play by the rules, I promise you’re gonna learn to like daddy’s games.” 

#guy gardner #guy gardner x reader #guy gardner x you #guy gardner smut #guy gardner imagine #green lantern imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern #dc comics #dc comics x reader #dc comics smut

[dentos-wife]

Tokyo Mew Mew New is done and what are my thoughts? I think it’s better than the original and I LOVE the original, it’s one of my favorite magical girl shows and introduced me to the genre. I also rewatched it while this was airing to get a better feel on the simulators and differences

Almost every single problem I had with the original has been addressed in New

The mews were more characters then the stereotypes they were in the 2002 show, Mint and Ichigo especially. Lettuce got some of very concrete development along with Mint who reached her goal. The ending felt more solid to me. Masaya finally was the character he was meant to be and what a difference! It’s amazing how bad the 2002 anime did him seeing this.

More detailed and in depth analysis under the cut but if tldr

In almost everything so let’s get to it

-I fully admit I didn’t like Ryo in the OG he felt like he took screen time solely to make a love triangle. Could have focused more on how he felt about the other girls, the project, his goal. They did that. Here Ryo took responsibility for his actions and felt guilt over putting the girls in this mess becoming more than part of a love triangle (and even that was toned down a lot) which is ironic because yes he did get less focus and I would understand why Ryo fans would prefer the OG don’t blame them at all especially if they’re shippers. He got a lot more content in 2002. But I finally got what I wanted from him; responsibility

-Zakuro of all the girls got the shaft for sure I wanted to see her past like the rest but the more equal footing with Mint? Good shit, I love equal ground in things and they finally sold me on Zakumint too. In 2002 it just felt like unhealthy idolization on Mint’s end. I like how Zakuro loves and cares about her friends too and even wanted them in the video with her to show the real her. It's no longer just Mint idolizing her while she does her own thing, she feels connected to Mint too. And I LOVED how Mint was her reason for joining. They were cowards for not canonizing Zakumint after all this because it was 100% the parallel to Ichisaya

-Speaking of Mint while I do like the environmental push they gave her in this one I do miss the ballet aspect and imo her transformation was nerfed probably the one one I'd say worse then 2002 but I would throw that away any day for the character she was in this compared to the rich rude stereotype she was in 2002, very 90’s. She was of course friends with the Mews there but she actually felt closer to this group compared to how she used to be. However she was also one of the biggest character changes so if you really liked 2002 Mint I can see you not liking the Mint she is here, I’d say the most striking character change of the girls from 2002 is her.

-Lettuce! I adored how she picked up on the emotions of Deep Blue and how she had her little romance arc that was meant more for growing her character and left her open ended, don’t get me wrong I now like Ryo with her, good job New, but the point was show her growing confidence. Along with her going back to the museum and her episode there about alien society in the past I loved it all.

-Pudding and Tart felt the most similar to their og selves so I don’t have much to say on them they cute though

-Pai also felt the most similar up his og and then the ending took a turn; that put him too above og Pie for me, liked that a lot more then killing Tart then sacking himself. His whole life was dedicated to restoring his planet. He was told Deep Blue was the one to do that. And then Deep Blue who he put all his hopes on changed his mind it’s very easy to see why he acted the way he did. And it was a really neat parallel to Ichigo snapping and turning on her friends when Deep Blue first appears. Deep Blue just brings the worst out of you huh? No wonder he was seen as some kind of god.

-And even Deep Blue! At first I was miffed he wasn’t a psychopath and just kind of there while Ichigo had her own mental battle but when you find out why…he’s just a normal guy er alien. Yeah he doesn’t like humanity and blames them for destroying the planet but that’s it. He’s not out to get ultimate power or anything like that he just feels at war with humanity and wants his home back for his people. But through Masaya experienced the same feelings and thoughts resonating with Ichigo’s emotions on how things could change and shockingly seemed willing to work things out. Which probably would have ended with dying to release the Mew Aqua anyway but…Pie sped the process up. And I loved this I loved there was actually no true big bad it’s very different from even the manga but the true evil is selfishness toward the environment, cherish the planet work to protect it; all planets.

-Mayasa is my new second favorite character (Twas originally Zakuro but now she's 3rd), but others have said better so I’ll just say 2002’s main issue was taking away his character he’s a huge multi dimensional character all with reasons for how he is but because this was the early 2000’s and following on tropes he was just the typical “pretty boy” love interest, to parallel Ryo being the typical “bad boy” love interest. And it’s a goddamn shame, I enjoyed him in the manga but seeing him in motion really allows you to get into him and see him for who he is. Dislike is fine but if you still hate Masaya after this and call him bland bread and boring (I lived through the 2002 fandom I know) when he’s gone beyond that; you’re probably a bitter shipper and should try to see beyond that. Also this face was gold

-Ichigo my fav my beloved! Had an arc! Before she was your typical magical girl protag and there’s nothing wrong with that she’s a cute cat girl; what more do you need? She was still very much a duo with Masaya so if you don’t like that that didn’t change. What did though was her growing into becoming a Mew Mew finally deciding she was happy it happened then turning to wanting to be useful wanting to find out her future while everyone else around her figured it out. And her answer? She doesn’t know and that okay there’s things she wants to do, lots of ideas she has on everything she wants to accomplish but she hasn't picked yet

She even gained two more ideas at the very end

But she has time to decide on all of them because:

That’s a really good and wholesome message. If we do get a adaptation of ala mode since she stuck around I could see her mentoring Berry now while still working on figuring out her future. It's a more subtle form of development then say Lettuce or even Mint but it's there and appreciated.

Okay that was all I liked, now for what I didn’t.

-The pacing did suffer a bit a times like Ryo’s backstory feeling rushed or Pudding and Tart feeling like enemies to lovers on crack with so few episodes with more it could have been drawn out longer for sure. But really most of my issues could be fixed with more episodes

-There’s also the idol segments normally it was fine but it really took me out in Puddings episode

-I still don’t like Kish, if you like him more power to you I have no idea how you feel about this version but it’s been three iterations now and he still gets on my nerves; sorry Kish. The one thing I wanted was why he likes Ichigo and still don’t know that maybe if he didn’t start out liking her immediately? Dunno but he’s the only one my feelings didn’t change on at all, so felt like I had to note it. I do think if you ship Kishigo you're going to prefer the 2002 no epic scream in this one

-Cat Ichigo was cuter in the 2002 (this is a nitpick)

Anyway! Just because something is a classic doesn’t automatically mean it’s better all the time. I keep hearing how the classic is untouchable and…it was an anime made to sell toys, I hope you don’t think OS Pokémon is the greatest thing ever too lol. It’s just a different take from a different time this isn’t like comparing a soulless Disney remake. This was made both with and as a tribute to Mia Ikumi and I think it shows.

All are good but as for me if I’m ever introducing a friend to tmm this is going to be my go to

Red haired Mew Ichigo will be my choice every time.

#Tokyo Mew Mew #Tokyo Mew Mew Mew #tokyo mew mew reboot #analysis #tmmn spoilers #you know since I talk about the whole thing #this is really long and rambly I don’t expect anyone to read this #but I had so many thoughts and emotions tm #hmm *looks at my image choices* maaaaybe I should do a full blown Ichigo analysis in the future #if you still prefer the 2002 and it's not a reason I hit on tell me why! I'd love to know

[k-dokja]

Requesting some more Vin and reader ! Also your work is incredible 😉

Vin likes seeing the smile on your face.

He likes it better when it is aimed at him, but he probably likes it best when you smile because of him. Others would say you smile often enough that there is nothing special about it, but he knows better. In a way, this knowledge makes him a bit smug. If only because it makes him superior in how much he knows you.

"Vin! Vin! Come look at this!"

If it's anyone else, he wouldn't have taken this dragging about laying down, but it's you and anything you do makes his heart leap and somersault. Even him in his mussy feeling knows how whipped it is, so he keeps it down and lets you have your way. Because putting up a fight means he's setting up for a loss he can see coming.

You drag him to a claw machine at the far end of the arcade, where the jarring tune encasing the place is a bit quieter. Like many others next to it, the thing is painted in cream white and baby blue... or at least that's from what he peeked underneath his sunglasses. His standing in front of it alone is already an out-of-place sight, he doesn't need the mother ushering away her kid from behind the two of you to know that.

Yet, he cannot bring his heart to care. Not when you have that excited gleam in your eyes, all cheer and hope while you press your hands on the glass surface.

"They have this here in Seoul, too! I've been trying to hunt for this plush everywhere back home but I couldn't find it at all."

Now, what he can care for is acquiring you the plush you want. It'd be a cold day in hell before Vin passed on a chance to impress you, even if it's only over something silly as a crawl machine.

"Which one do you want?" He asks, leaning closer to see. With his tint of seven layers, he nearly has to press his face on the glass surface to see what is even in the case.

However, you make no prompt to continue. It is curious enough that he has to turn over to see what is keeping you back.

What he sees even behind his thick shade is the vague outline of your smile. It is enough to enrapture him, has it not for your request shaking him out of his daze. "May I?"

"Huh?"

"Your glasses."

Vin straightens up to check around. True enough, nobody else is crowding this corner of the arcade. He guesses it'd be fine if it's only for a few minutes. After all, he won't need more than that to get you this plush toy. Hopefully.

"Aite, just for a bit," he says, tentatively angling his head down towards you. His body stiffens when you touch his sunglasses, but your hands are gentle and he finds his own nerves relaxing. When you pry the spectacles from his face, it takes Vin a few moments to deal with the new source of light.

You wait patiently next to him with his sunglasses folded while he squints at the crawl machine in front of the two of you. A minute, then two, passes. Finally, he's ready. "Now, which one is it?"

"Oh, the green one in the corner! The alien one!" You point energetically. It's a little thing on the far left of the case. Briefly, Vin wonders if there's anything wrong with your eyes because it is truly the ugliest thing he has set his eyes upon.

And he has seen Duke Pyon.

It is grotesque enough even in the stuffed form that he immediately has an understanding of why it's so hard for you to find. Nobody would even want to buy that thing, throwing it to a far end of a forgotten clawing machine seems to be a perfect fate.

The sight of the thing is even worse when compared to the other cuter ones around it. "You sure that's the one you want?"

"Yup!" You nod excitedly, bouncing up and down with nervous energy. "It's adorable, isn't it?"

Maybe that'd say something about him if you ever ought to return his feelings one of these days.

But when he glances at you and sees the exciting beam on your face, it is enough for Vin to know that no matter how it turns out, as long as you continue to smile like that to him, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

"All right, all right, what the lady wants, the lady gets," Vin grins at you, "never say you don't get what you want when I'm around."

As he slides a coin into the slot, all of a sudden, he feels good about his chances.

"Mary, should we do something about Vin? He has been at that crawl machine for the past fifteen minutes."

"...Nah, leave them be. He's trying to flex, it's his loss and our gains: free entertainment."

#vin jin #vin jin x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

[alastorslilghost]

THE BEACH

Shuntaro chishiya x f!reader

Warnings : swearing, mentions of harrasment.

Genre : romance?

PART TWO

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The walk to "the beach" this chishiya guy is taking me is.. Not so awkward nor tense, just a chill walk. He really gives off this mysterious and smart vibe yk? It's quite intriguing.

For after a long walk we finally made to a bridge and across the bridge there I saw a big.. Hotel? But the signs were crossed though. It's says "The beach Utopia" what an odd choice of name though.

And I guess he really isn't lying about the electricity and full of people part. Once we got inside I was greeted the smell of alcohol and the smell of sex in the air that made my nose scrunched up in disgust, blaring music and giggles and screams of people partying in the pool. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦.

Walking through the crowds eyes of the people inside were stuck on me and chishiya. What's their deal? Why are they looking at me like I'm some kind of an alien. Feeling annoyed with their eyes, i glared to whoever I made I contact with.

" why are they looking at me like that. " I asked the man in front of me, chishiya.

"Probably because it's the first time I bring someone here. " he answered with his signature smirk. Seriously does this man can only make one expression?

I just nodded in acknowledgement as we continue on making our way to the head of this utopia.

Finally with all the walking we stopped into a big door with two Simingly guards in the side.

" you might wanna take a deep breath and lengthen your patience for this one. " he warns which made me quirk a brow at him. Is the boss here is that bad to make me loose my patience? Huh guess we'll see later, don't wanna misjudge a person again.

I chuckled on my thoughts as we opened the door and invite ourselves in.

I spoke to soon. Once we got inside I see this funky lookin man with a to bathrobe hanging loosely in his shoulders exposing his bare chest. And just wearing a.. Short..

He was freely. Making. Out. With. Two. Womens.

I had to hold myself back from throwing up here and there at the sight in front of me. I glanced at chishiay beside me, he also have the same reaction as mine but less visible?

Once this funky ol' man is done with his.. Session, finally. He greeted us with a warm smile which I find it odd and also walked over at us with his arms open. What the fuck is this guy doing?

I glared at him which he backs away, thankfully.

" why hello there my beloved executive, who's the lovely girl you bring here on our warm Utopia? In fact, it's the first time you bring someone here so I'm guessing she's worth it. " the "boss" chuckled.

" but first let's take a seat shall we? " he gestured at the sofa behind us. No I am not sitting there after knowing he probably make out with some girls in that. Chishiya, to, stayed in his position also having the same idea as mine.

I stared at the man who still had his hand behind him, pointing to the sofa.

" no? Don't feel like sitting? Ok then. " he chuckled.

" so what's your name dear? " he asked.

" L/N Y/N. " I replied shortly.

" well Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. As you may know chishiya here, never really bring someone here with him, so, I would like to know the reason what did you do to change the mind of our little chishiya here, hmm? " he smirked as he leaned closer to eye me up and down before looking at chishiya's direction. I literally smell the strong smell of alcohol in his breath and I almost lost myself there. He's disgusting.

I scrunched up my nose as I back away, glaring at him. I should've bring my pack of face mask before going here.

" she seems interesting, back at the game where I met her, she figured out the little twist on the game. Oh and the difficulty of the game was 8 of hearts plus, she remained calm in the entire game. Honestly, if it weren't for her I would've actually fall for the trick. " chishiya chuckled. Isn't he over-complimenting me right now?

" who knows, she might be a better player then I, she might even have played most of the cards we still haven't gotten. " chishiya added with a confident smirk. Why is he more confident then I am?

I glanced back at Hatter, he seems to be Intruiged at his "story" he hummed for a few moment before turning to me.

" if it's alright Y/N, may I see your cards? " I quirk a brow at him. What cards?

" you know the cards that you get after you played the game? " oh.

I slid my hands on my baggy cargo pants finishing out the cards I got.

" I'm not here that long, so, I don't have much. " I nonchalantly stated which Hatter nodded in response. I handed him the cards which he gladly took it.

Once he got the cards examining it careful, his eyes slowly widening. This also perks the blondes attention.

" my.. I guess you are right about her having good cards chishiya. " Hatter chuckled as he handed the cards to chishiya to see. Chishiya took the cards and examine it his eyes slowly widens.

" 7 of spades, 6 of diamonds, 8 of hearts, 2 of clubs, 5 of hearts, 6 of hearts. " chishiya began to list out the cards.

" this is.. Really impressive. " chishiya muttered in surprised as he hands them back to Hatter.

Hatter took the cards back as he pocket them in his short.

" well L/N Y/N, before we give you the warm welcome of the beach. I'll explain you what you must and mustn't do in this utopia. It's quite simple actually. " Hatter smirks as he started to walk back and forth while explaining. I crossed my arms on my chest as I quirk a brow at him.

" ok first, RULE NUMBER ONE, you must wear bath suit, bikini perhaps. " what.

" RULE NUMBER TWO, you can do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you want in the utopia, and by what I mean 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Sexs, drugs, are permitted, get high is smokes AND get drunk however you like. " Hatter smiled. I grimaced at the thought of it. No way in hell i'd enjoy those.

" And last but not least, " his smile vanished and turned into a serious look. " Death to all traitors. " I stared at him for a moment before nodding. I don't really care to be honest, I mean, what else I'm about to rebel here? Well unless if this utopia thing gets really stupid.

" for you to stay alive and stay here, you must give me the card whenever you play games. " he explained. I quirk a brow at him before shifting my weight to the left side of my leg.

" why exactly I have to give you my cards? "

( too lazy to explain all of it. )

Hatter gave me a little smirk before starting to explain me on why I should retrieve the cards I could get in my games. He also show me a board with cards in print on it. Some were crossed to. Honestly, his little plan was stupid and ridiculous. It's unbelievable that people believed this without him having a proof to show them that that's the actual way for us to get out of here. Well I guess that's how a desperate person works.

I sighed before nodding and asking him if I could leave. He gave me one of his bubbly smile which I find it quite annoying.

" sure you may, but before all that, since you got some good cards and serious skills, I'm putting you next to chishiya's number. " the both man smirked.

" well L/N Y/N, welcome to the beach, no. 008. " Hatter smiled before giving me a bracelet with a tag on it.

I accepted the bracelet and wrapped it on my wrist before leaving the room with chishiya behind me.

Once were out of the room, I let out a deep sigh, relieved that I'm out of that room, away from that disgusting mans presence.

" so what do you think? " chishiya suddenly asked. I glanced at him for a second before groaning.

" he's annoying and I cannot stand another mere second in his presence. God. " I groaned which I earned a chuckle from the man beside me.

" we're in the same boat. Follow me, I'll show you your dorm. " I only hummed in response as I let him guide me to my suppose dorm.

Once we got there chishiya told em to pick any swim suit or bikini I want in the wardrobe and also adding a a little insult of that rule which I of course insulted it, telling him that it was ridiculous and nonsense which he agreed. He also told me after I'm done with everything he told me to meet him on the rooftop and I agreed. Chishiya and I bid goodbye before closing my door and went to the wardrobe and looked whats in it to wear..

When I laid eyes on them.. I felt myself glaring at them. All of them.. Were 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. Well actually not all, I found a bikini that is comfortable enough for me to wear. It was a black bikini that isn't that much revealing. Like the panty was big enough to cover my whole ass, oh just to share this information. My ass is actually not that big nor small. And the bra is kinda like a sport bra. I'm honestly really glad there's at least good bikinis here.

I took a bath first before changing into my bikini, once I'm all done. It's time to meet chishiya.

Wonder what does he wants.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 :

#alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader

[fand0mh03]

What they do if they saw you levitating towards the ceiling one night

What they do if they saw you levitating towards the ceiling one night

I’m going to be honest here, this has been one of the most random requests that I’ve ever gotten… and I’m so excited I got it! I love this request, it was fun to write. Thank you!

Tate Langdon:

Bro would be confused lmao

“Uh, Y/N?” He would whisper yell, not wanting to get too close to you

Lowkey would think you’re the anti-Christ 

I have a feeling this would be at like 8 am in the morning, and he’s just staring at you from the door way like: 🧍

And then you fall back onto the bed and turn over and just wake up

Like nothing happened, and as you get up from bed, passing him, you simply say “good morning, Tate,” giving him a kiss on the cheek

And he’s just there. Like what the fuck just happened

Kit Walker:

Aliens

Get your tin foil hats out bitch, because this Kit Kat isn’t messing around

Would literally scream, running towards you, and jumping on you, startling you when you wake up to a man on top of you yelling 

No because I’m imagining this and laughing so hard

And I’m staying at my parents so I can’t fucking laugh

It’s late and I’m wheezing

Kyle Spencer:

Post death

bro lives in a whole Ass house with witches, he’s seen shit and he’s not surprised 

Just walks through the door and lays next to your floating figure 

And goes to sleep

And when you fall back to the bed, it makes him wake up, and you’re disoriented and confused, and he just turns to looks at you and says “hi, Y/N”

And goes right back to sleep

Why did I get deja vu while writing this? Is this a sign Kyle is going to show up in my room one day? 

Jimmy Darling:

Bro would walk the fuck out

🦞🧍🦞 🏃💨

Lobster boy would run as fast as he could

He’d probably go to Ethel before she died, and then to Eve, who would walk in and just throw you over her shoulder and lay you back down on the bed

And walk out to go back to her caravan 

And Jimmy is just staring at you the entire night 

James Patrick March:

I imagine his reaction to be something like “huh, interesting” and then he takes a sip of his coffee or tea, and turn around to leave 

He wouldn’t question it

He kills innocent women brutally, you’re possessed, we all have our quirks 

I’m so sorry, I have 0 ideas for Kai 😭

#Ahs #ahs #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs cult #american horror story asylum #american horror story murder house #american horror story smut #american horror story #evan peters x y/n #evan peters #evan peters headcannons #tate langdon headcanon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #kit walker headcannons #kit walker imagines #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer headcannons #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer imagine #kyle spencer fluff #jimmy darling #jimmy darling headcannons #jimmy darling x reader #james patrick march x reader

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - August 27th

Hey all! I’m feeling under the weather this week so even though you’re owed a long list this week--it’s not. I’m sorry. I’ll do better soon. 

~*~ 

Memory Lane by itsallAvengers

Suddenly, he's soaking - someone just threw a fucking water bomb or something, and it's not a big deal, it shouldn't be a big deal-

But for some reason, it is.

Toasted Buns by copperbadge, scifigrl47

After seeing Tony naked and tanned -- all over -- in a decontamination shower, Steve realizes he may be in trouble. Tony, meanwhile, is definitely in trouble over those tabloid pictures of him sunbathing nude. The solution is clearly a tropical island getaway.

Tenth Time Lucky by itsallAvengers

Steve just wants to propose to Tony.

If only he didn't keep getting fucking interrupted-

I Am One With What I Am by Kiyaar 

After the mess in Washington, Steve and Tony try to carve out a little life for themselves, a place to heal, out of the spotlight.

If only the original Tony’s shadow wasn't permanently between them.

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by FestiveFerret, SirSapling

Tony Stark was pretty sure that the absolute worst time to get asked out by an incredibly talented, good-looking artist, who likes to paint - and defend - Iron Man, is when he's dying of palladium poisoning.

Vice Versa by AvocadoLove

During an alien invasion, Tony is transported to an alternate universe where Steve is Iron Man and he is Captain America.

Also, Captain Stark and CEO Steve Rogers are together on the sly. Awkward.

I Wanted It To Be You by complicationstoo 

After Civil War, Tony and Steve are both a bit of a mess. Guilt and loneliness threaten to break them both, but each find comfort in the emails of strangers they meet online. Tony writes to Sal, and Steve writes to Thomas, and neither of them have a clue who's actually on the other side.

Antoshka by LokasennaHiddleston

Tony does not know what to make of the Winter Soldier's story. For Steve's sake, he's trying to help. For Steve's sake, he's trying to find Bucky Barnes and bring him back. But when an Avengers raid on a Hydra base leads to an unexpected discovery, Tony will find that Bucky Barnes may just be more than just his lover's best friend.

Mental note: Scrap all footage of him hitting on Natasha. That's just awkward.

Through A Lens by itsallAvengers

"Okay- so this is the first option- I've got to go to this huge family meal in a few weeks, and so I'm looking for a shirt that just screams 'I am the family disappointment', you know? Does the bright pink work, do you think?"

Steve shrugged. "Uhh, well, I'd say pink probably would? It's hard to say, I mean, I'm colour-blind, maybe you need Natasha's input. Hell, Clint's always good with 'family disappointment' fashion, shall I grab him-"

"Wait," Tony cut him off, face completely blank and shirt half way off his body. "You're... you're fucking with me, right?"

"Huh? I mean, Clint's family is fucked up on a normal day, so it's not really-"

"No, not that, the other thing. The colour-blind thing," Tony said, stepping out of the changing room with his shirt still hanging around his neck in order to grab Steve's arms. "Please, please God tell me that I haven't spent the last two years of my life assuming you could see colour. Please."

If you like Piña Coladas... by itsallAvengers 

After being essentially blackmailed onto a first-class cruise by Bucky under the guise of 'taking a vacation' and 'getting some well-earned rest' or whatever stupid bullshit it was that his dumb best friend told him, Steve Rogers ends up alone, on a boat heading to the Caribbean. He gets on expecting to hate it.

He does.

There is one good thing about the trip, though.

patchwork people by itsallAvengers

It was a pretty well-known fact that Tony Stark had control issues.

It was far less well-known why, though.

Our rain-washed histories (don't need to be told) by sirona

Dumped by SHIELD into the real world of the 21st Century, Steve must learn how to live a normal life again, and rediscover the things that make it worth embracing.

Science and Progress (do not speak as loud as my heart) by sirona

Steve's body is not the only thing affected by the Super Soldier Serum.

I wanna hold your hand by sirona

No one understands what it's like growing up rich and yet more alone than anyone should be able to stand - except for people who grew up just like you, that is. In which Tony Stark goes to Oxford University and meets people and makes enemies and makes friends and changes people's minds and falls in love - amongst other tales of mishap and adventure.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo 

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Brave New World by valdomarx for enkiduu

Captain Hydra, the Avengers' long-time foe, and Iron Man, the mysterious masked Avenger, find themselves transported to a strange alien planet. The place is beautiful, but it's also apparently sentient and has taken a perverse interest in them.

Steve agrees to a truce with Iron Man for now, at least until he finds his time to strike.

That is, if the trees don't get them first.

Good For You by youcancallmearrow 

Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who treat him poorly. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past.

Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

but come ye back by Red (S_Hylor)

When the night is cold and the sky is open, Tony goes to talk to the past Sheriff of Timely.

your ivy grows by complicationstoo 

Tony has been trapped in an arranged marriage for years, isolated and withering under Ty's heavy hand. Until one night at a bar in Brooklyn changes everything.

It Had To Be You (Wonderful You) by tinystark616

During a party in Avengers Tower, Steve confesses to Tony that he's never slept with anyone.

#stevetony #stony #stony fic recs #stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[kleiner-ghost-high-on-life]

If you’re doing the drabbles still: Gus telling Creature about what Gatlus was like before the G3 invasion? Or just the two trying to bond sometime after the events of the game or between bounties

The drabbles are open, always 🤲 Thank you for the ask ^^

Here's to two sweet lil' guys bonding while BH and the rest of the team are out kicking butt. (and a tiny bit of existential angst)

"Hey, Gus, Gus," Creature called out.

"Huh - What-" Gus jerked awake, "What's up pal?"

He'd dozed off a while back, during a particularly boring part of a documentary on Earth sea slug reproduction that Lizzie had put on to annoy Gene. She’d “hidden” the remote by the staircase, before heading out, leaving the trio of Gene, Creture, and Gus to watch the thing.

Gene only complained for about 5 minutes, before falling asleep, and Gus was quick to follow. He hadn’t quite realised how exhausting a life of bounty-hunting would be, and didn’t complain too much, if at all, when Bounty Hunter left him and Creature at home during this one mission.

Creature on the other hand seemed utterly unaffected by fatigue. It seemed like the added stress of constant near-death experiences was comparable, or even lesser than, that of constantly having a dozen kids.

“Were you sleeping?” Creature asked.

“Yes pal,” Gus blinked in annoyance, “Did you wake me up just to ask that?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” The Gatlian shrugged, as much as his shoulder-less body would allow.

“I was just sleeping, why would you-”

“This movie Lizzie put on, it’s got me thinking,” Creature turned towards the TV, he paused for a second, his gaze lost in the wavy colourful shapes of sea slugs merging into a singular non-distinct mass of alien bodies, “We are the last Gatlians out there. Our planet is gone, and we will never be able to repopulate it again, just the six of us. All our traditions, songs, dances,” he nudged towards the screen, with a melancholic look painted over his face, “We’ll never be like them. My little freaky babies … they will never get to have little freaky babies of their own. You know?”

Gus was at a loss for words. Sure, he knew what he needed to say, which just so happened to very closely align with what he wanted to say, but Creature’s unprompted nihilistic philosophic speech had taken him by surprise.

Thankfully it seemed that Creature’s children were unaffected, as they spent the few minutes they had staring at the mating sea slugs in silent and confused awe.

“Ah, I’m sure there’s more of us out there,” Gus scruffled over and gave Creature a little pat on the shoulder. “Bunty Hunter will keep looking, and so will we. We’ll be alright buddy, we’ll rebuild. There might no longer be a home for us on Gatlus, but we made a good home for ourselves here, don’t you think?”

Creature turned to face Gus, earning him twelve displeased groans from his back.

“You mean that? Because I don’t think you mean that, not after how you got mad at Kenny for destroying our home planet,”

“I mean, he literally caused the downfall of our fucking-” Gus cut himself off, shaking his head. There was no use getting worked up over something Creature didn’t remember, and couldn’t possibly understand.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

“You know, there’s something we could do before the others return. Bounty Hunter won’t get it, and Lizzie might yell at us, but it was somewhat of a tradition back on Gatlus. When someone close, like a best friend went on a very long journey, and we didn’t know when they’d return we’d throw them-”

“A surprise party?” Creatrue excitedly interrupted.

“No, not a surprise party. A bucket of Takeocot purée.”

“A what now?”

“Takeocot purée. I’ll show you how to make it. Well, we usually did it before they left, for good luck and to repel mud-bugs on their travels, but I’m sure they’ll get our meaning.”

The smile on Creature’s face was contagious, and Gus couldn’t help but mimic the grin. It had been so long since he’d engaged in casual tasks like this, and even longer since he’d done anything Gatlian.

“How are the two of you gonna make whatever that thing is, considering you have two arms between the two of you, and no way of getting down from this coffee table?” Gene suddenly interrupted.

“Aaah – I thought you were sleeping!” Creature exclaimed.

His children hissed at him again, in reaction to the loud noise.

“I woke up when you said repopulate,” Gene scratched his face. “Do you want me to call Lizzie to help you with your mushy-mushy bonding activity?”

“No thank you,” Gus dryly stated.

“I mean, he’s not wrong about us only having two arms,” Creature tried to argue.

“Two plus twenty-four,” Gus nodded towards Creature’s babies.

“Oh, right.”

With the roar of a dozen babies who were just told to stop watching TV, Creature’s children hopped off his back and helped the duo down from the coffee table before carrying them to the kitchen, as per Gus’s instructions.

When Gene straightened up on the couch, attempting to catch a peak of what they were doing, one of the babies ran up to him and hissed at his face. He would have bitten him too, had he not puffed out of existence that very moment.

“You know Gus,” Creature spoke while Gus rummaged through the cupboard he could reach, in search of the necessary ingredients, “We should do this more often; you telling me about stuff I’m supposed to remember, me telling you about how hopeless the future would be without my friends.”

“Sure thing, pal.” Gus smiled in reply, “Just maybe without the hopeless future part, next time.”

#high on life game #gus #creature #gene #drabble #yes i'm making customs up #but like the game should have a whole DLC about them in the bast chilling on Gatlus #fight me #also thank you for your ask OP it i have been struggling to find the motivation to write these past few days