am i the only one who thinks she made her wig out of her real hair

The Elsewhere Child

He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.

I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.

I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.

She is a pathological liar.

Her lies fascinate me.

After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.

It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.

They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).

I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.

It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.

I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.

It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.

My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.

If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?

Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.

Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.

Covers

Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none, really. Some fluff, some dark Steve

Words: 2.4k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by luvinchris

Steve flipped the picture in his hands over and over, looking at the picture itself, then the date on the back of it. September 29th, 2016. The date seemed so long ago. He stared at the picture a little longer. He committed every small detail of it to memory; the way her hair flowed with the wind, her radiant smile, her eyes. Oh god, her eyes, he thought. He bit his lip, carefully folding the picture back into his wallet. How was he supposed to live on like this? Without her?


“Dad, I don’t know if this is a good idea. At least not yet.” You pleaded with your father. Nick Fury sat at the table across from you, elbows up on the table.

“You are the only option right now, Y/N. Everyone on the team is down and we need you.” Nick said affirmatively. You knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant you weren’t getting out of this. “All you have to do is make sure that James Buchanan Barnes is stable and true to the Avengers Initiative. We don’t need any more HYDRA in this world and he has some pretty strong ties to them.” You looked at your dad, Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“It’ll take two weeks tops. Maybe one depending on what you see. I promise you won’t be in there for longer than you have to.” He put his hand over yours reassuringly and you took a deep breath. Fury slid over the steel briefcase and you opened it, surveying the photostatic veil in front of you. “Wearing this at all times is necessary. The Avengers already know you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If they suspect that one of us is spying on one of them, the mission is compromised and there’s no telling what will happen. As we all know, Steve Rogers is a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Bucky Barnes. We can’t risk him hurting you if he finds out what you’re up to.”

“Right, so who am I, again?” You asked. Your nerves were on fire with anxiety, whether it was good anxiety or bad anxiety, you weren’t sure. You squeezed your dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You’re Marie Laveau, Stark’s new assistant. He knows why you’re there, but he doesn’t know who you really are. He doesn’t trust Barnes either. He’ll show you everything and give you the inside briefing. You’re from San Antonio, moved here when you were nine years old to live with your aunt after your parents were killed in a deadly gambling ring. You won’t be there long, so you don’t need much more information, and if they ask, I trust you won’t blow your cover. Now come on, I’ll bring you to the tower. You can put your face on in the car.” Nick stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You and your dad stood up, too. You gave him a hug and grabbed the briefcase before following Fury.

“Tell May I bought more celery for her breakfast shakes!” You called. Your dad smiled and nodded as you sat down in the passenger seat of Nick’s car.

“You know, you didn’t have to cut and dye your hair.” He said, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you pulled off your jet black wig, exposing your natural hair underneath it. “You’re not the only one who thought disguise.” You saw him crack a (rare) smile.

“So I guess spending the entirety of your life training you to be a spy didn’t go to waste, huh?”

“Well, I had some pretty good teachers.”


“You’re doing this at the right time,” Tony began. “Barnes is just starting to warm up to everyone, but he’s still slightly reserved. I feel like he’s keeping something from us, something from Steve. Oh, here’s Diana’s room. You’ll be staying here.” He gestured to the room you would be staying and you felt instantly relaxed by looking around.

“Thanks, Tony.” you said sincerely. You gave him a grateful smile and he nodded, putting your luggage on the queen-sized bed.

“No, thank you. I need to keep my team together. But I need to trust Barnes before I do that,” You nodded understandingly. “Dinner’s at five, so you have time to wash up or get situated or whatever you needed to do.” With that, he gave you a tight smile before leaving, shutting your door behind him. You pressed your hands against your mattress, welcoming the familiar softness of it, and you hung your head. It’s gonna be a long two weeks, you thought.


When you came down for dinner that night, you sat at the long bar table with a piece of pizza in front of you and a knife and fork in hand. “You’re the only person I know, besides Diana, that eats pizza like that.” Nat remarked. Steve’s head popped up to look at you and then your hands, still holding the silverware. He looked at you skeptically in a way that made your skin crawl.

“I don’t like getting pizza grease on my fingers.” You shrugged and crinkled your nose. Nat nodded and went back to eating her slice, but Steve’s eyes lingered on you for just a bit longer and you averted your gaze back to your pizza, busying yourself with cutting into it and taking a bite.

Bucky came over and plopped down next to Steve, grabbing himself a slice of buffalo chicken pizza and nearly shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Steve whispered something in Bucky’s ears and you saw Bucky glance at you in the corner of your eyes. You picked at your lip and felt your cheeks heat up, and you were thankful that the photo-static veil wouldn’t show it. Steve stood up, throwing his now-empty plate away before excusing himself. You watched as he stalked out of the room. Bucky came over and sat down by you.

“Don’t take it personal, you just remind him a lot about Diana. Everybody here’s still upset that she’s gone and they don’t like to talk about it, but I know a lot about her from her file and what Steve’s told me. Walk with me, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” Bucky looked into your eyes and you could tell he was serious. You finished your piece and threw your plate away, instantly going to follow the brunet who was already halfway out the door.


“Diana was great. She was sweet, but wouldn’t hesitate to bring one of us to the floor if she didn’t like what someone was doing. She was incredibly intelligent, easily beating out Clint and Natasha in almost any subject. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but they called her an ‘Honorary Avenger’ because she went on a lot of missions with them. That’s how her and Steve got close and how they started dating. They were never public about their relationship though, they thought people would use them against each other, making them vulnerable. They loved each other too much that they’d pick each other’s lives to save over their own.”

“Sounds dangerous, to say the least. What happened to her?” You kicked at a rock as you and Bucky walked back to the tower, now with two cups of hot chocolate.

“She was presumed dead after an Extremis blew up in a bar. She was trying to save this kid, Harley, I think. He was real special to Tony, but Tony was down for the count when Harley ran into the bar, trying to save some file. Tony begged and yelled after Harley not to go in, but it was too late. The building burst into flames and Diana ran in, diving under beams and structures that had fallen over. She pushed Harley out, but one of the rafters fell on top of her, and they couldn’t get to her in time. They never found her, all the bodies were too charred to be recognizable. Not even dental records could help.”

“Steve hasn’t been the same since?”

“No, but can you blame him? Captain America losing the love of his life? He was almost mad when Pepper was the one to kill Aldrich Killian, the guy who created it. Steve wanted to do it himself.” You guys stopped walking when you reached the steps to the common room. “I guess I credit her with being why I joined the Avengers. The punk’s lost so much in life that he needs someone who understands. I just want him to be happy, that’s what we all want. So it makes more sense for me to be on his side instead of an enemy, doing the right thing for once instead of being some brainwashed psychopath killer.”

You threw your empty hot chocolate cup into the trashcan and shoved your hands in your pockets. “I appreciate you telling me all of this now so I don’t make an ignorant remark later. I don’t want to upset him.” You said. Bucky nodded, pressing his lips together. He opened the door for you and you stepped inside. Your eyes instantly landed on Steve, sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.

He glanced up at you before focusing back on his paper. You frowned a little at how distant he was with you, but you couldn’t blame him. He probably felt bothered that you were staying in Diana’s old room. You shrugged it off and went to your new room anyways. You had to text your dad and Fury, and then take a hot shower to make up for the cold night air.

Me: Had some one-on-one time with Barnes. His intentions look good, but I’ll stay the full week to be sure.

Dad: Remember your cover, stay safe.

Fury: Dig up any dirt you can. I want a thorough report of him.

You turned your phone’s screen off and placed it on the counter of the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before pulling your wig off as well and stepping into the hot, inviting water of your shower.


“Hey, Steve, Tony wants to know when you’re ready to try out the new suit.” You popped your head through his door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring intently at a picture. He coughed and folded it back into his pocket before nodding and standing up to follow you to the lab. When he reached the door where you were standing, he did a once-over of you. Not in a ‘checking you out’ sort of way, but another skeptical glance. You froze momentarily, fearing that Steve was way too smart and could probably see right past your cover.

“Yeah, let’s go.”


“Okay, Laveau, I want you to take a shot at Steve. Anywhere you want. Preferably not in the nether regions. Or the chest. The legs and stomach are fair game though.” Tony said. He tossed you a gun and you caught the trigger on your ring finger. They braced for the bullet that they assumed would be shot, but it never came. Instead, the gun balanced delicately off your finger.

“What?” You asked. Tony and Steve stood up from their crouched positions and stared at you in shock.

“Uh, nothing. Diana just used to do that a lot, kinda her thing, I guess.” Tony said. You frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Must’ve just been a lucky catch.” You shrugged the comment off. “Steve, are you ready?” He nodded, and braced his body. Tony had been working on the new 100% vibranium suit for weeks now, he told you, and he was excited to test it out. Steve, however, was a bit nervous to be shot at for experimental purposes.

You fired off one shot, one at his thigh. Then you fired another at his stomach. One at his shoulder, and one at his arm. Tony watched as the bullets bounced off Steve’s uniform. Steve’s face was contorted in pain, but nothing went past his armor. When he opened his eyes and stared down at himself, he grinned at his bullet-less body and looked at Tony, who was beaming. You used this moment to excuse yourself. “Well, if that’s all you need, sir, Bucky asked me to dinner and I should get going.” Tony waved you off, too excited by his success to pay much attention. You slipped out of the room.


You walked back into your bedroom after dinner with Bucky, whom you had a surprisingly good time with. You had decided that further investigation to him wasn’t needed. In fact, he spent nearly the entire time raving over the Avengers and his missions with them. He told you about growing up with Steve and how happy he was when he was pulled out of cryostasis and found out Steve Rogers was still alive. He was even happier when he found out that Steve was still around his age, non-biologically. You dropped your keys onto the table by your door and looked into the little mirror above it, taking out your earrings. You jumped out of your shoes when you heard Steve’s voice. “Diana Locke was a great spy, amazing even. She was an expert marksman. But she also had her ticks. She picked at her lip when she was nervous. She ate her pizza with a knife and fork,” you froze, still turned away from him. “In fact, she’s even your exact height.”

“Steve, I’m sorry. Bucky told me about Diana, but she’s dead, and I-“, he cut you off.

“Oh, yeah. Diana’s dead. Diana was a cover though. Everybody believes that she died in that Extremis fire, but only I know that she used that fire and belief that she was dead to run off and find a new alias, a new cover, because she had blown hers while saving Harley.” He stalked up behind you, but you still didn’t move aside from letting him shove a picture into your hand. You brought it up in front of you and studied it. It was a photo of him and Diana. They smiled brightly at the camera with Diana lifted high onto his shoulders. She held up an American flag as her hair blew in the wind behind her. “I was the only one lucky enough to know her real name. Her true self. I know her better than herself sometimes. I’m the only one who can keep up with her.” You turned to face him and he hovered his hand over your photo-static veil, pulling it off of your face. You helped him by reaching behind you and sliding off the wig, letting your natural hair fall back onto your shoulders, framing your face. He stared at you, a smile taking over his features.

“So, what was her name, Steve?” You breathed out.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

anonymous asked:

What if in sticky situations Scout would be used as a distraction for the team?

Yes. Oh God yes.

Scout has gone through re-spawn more time than the entire team put together.

One time the team had gone out drinking at the local bar, they ended up getting into a fist fight with everyone. It got so bad that the cops where called. None of the mercs wanted to sleep in a cell that night so Scout was used as a distraction so that the rest of the team could make their escape.

Solider called out that the cops where here, but there was only one police car. It was now or never for the Boston. Taking off his top and hat, he left the bar going towards the police men.
“Hey boys you looking for a good time”
“Please move aside sir”
“Oh come on, if you like I’ll take the both of ya”
The Police are not impressed and walk around Scout. The man starts to panic he needs to buy the team more time. Taking a deep breath Scout slaps on the cops on the ass.
“What!? Am I not handsome enough for you?”
That’s the last straw for the cops as Scout is pushed to the ground and cuffed. There’s no going back now. Scout keeps talking.
“Oh aren’t you a kinky one. Handcuffs and all. If ya want you can keep the uniform on. I’m always down for roleplaying.”
Out from the corner of his eye he can see Engi giving a thumbs up. It’s going to be a long night.


I also have this idea.  

The team had been called to protect a target, a CEO from a company. The mission had gone well, Miss Pauling had killed the assassin. But there was a new problem; they couldn’t escape from the charity event that this CEO had thrown on. Each time a merc would leave a conversation a new one would start up. This called for plan; a distraction. The biggest one Scout would have every put on.

He had made his way upstairs and into the host’s room where he was now getting changed in to a loose dress. Whoever this CEO guy was married to she had no taste is clothing. He then found make up and slowly placed on eyeliner, lipstick and finally blush. Looking around the back of the closet the Boston found a curly blonde wig. He just needed on last thing to complete his look, a pillow.

It had been a long night for the Sniper, socializing was never his strong point. He was talking to a woman. She had straight red hair, pale skin and wore a blue dress that left nothing to the imagination. All was going well until he heard a woman screech his name. The assassin turned around immediately to see a blonde headed woman storming across the room towards him. The focus Mundy had on her face went straight to her stomach. She was pregnant, in her last trimester.

Panic filled Mundy’s mind. Oh fuck, oh shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK. His mind started to race, trying to remember any of the women he had been with nine months ago. There was one. But he had worn protection. Did it break?? He wasn’t ready to be a father. He still had his job. His parents were going to kill him, a kid out of wedlock.

It was a slap to the face that brought Mundy out of his train of thought. The woman was closer now; he looked at her facial features. No, this wasn’t the woman he sleep with. Who the hell was this person. That’s when it hit him, it’s no lady.
“Scout what the hell are you doing??”
Mundy got no reply instead he got a wink.
“You think you can just walk out on me!!”
Sniper pitched his nose, the kid was making a distraction so the other could get out. Of course Scout would pick him to help. He was never much of an actor but tonight he had to play along. He made a mental note to kill the kid later.
“So your gonna say nothing to me?? What about this baby??”
Taking a deep breath Mundy got into character.
“That ain’t even mine!!”
Scout acted shocked, tears rolling down his face. Shit the kid was an good actor.
“How can you say that!? I was nothing but faithful to you!!”
The argument had created a large crowd; the entire party was focused on them. Both men had hoped that there team had escaped. Now they had to get out themselves. Only one idea came to Scouts mind.
“Look I don’t care that it’s mine! I ain’t giving up on my life to raise some kid.”
“Rick”
“Don’t you Rick me!!”
“Richard”
Scout’s voice had gone soft, like he was in pain. For a split second the Sniper felt that something was wrong. The look on Scouts face changed on from angry to pain. Oh hell, he isn’t actually going to do. Mundy thought. He isn’t actually going to fake -
“My water broke”
He had. The Aussie was going to murder the kid when they left.
Once again the Sniper pitched his nose.
“Come on, I’ll a least drive ya to the hospital”
Wrapping an arm around the Scout both walked out of the house towards the team.
When the team saw both men, they burst out in to laughter. Medic in between gasp had said.
“Congratulations on becoming a father Sniper. ”
“Ha ha laugh it up you wankers”
Even Scout who was still in the costume laughed.
“Oh man Snipes, you should have seen your face”
“Scout, don’t you ever use me in one of your distractions ever again.”

I’m thinking you meant battlefield scenarios, but I loved these ideas to much. Sorry mate.

Sweeter than cherry.

Pairing: Negan x Reader.

Warnings: Smutty smut, (NSFW).

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

You went to scavenging with some Saviors and Negan. Old stores inside a big gallery, was like a shopping, but smaller. You went checking places to try find something interesting. You find a old hairdresser store. “That was probably ones of the fancy one” You thought.

“I’m going inside” You said to the saviors and to Negan.

“Be careful doll! Don’t loose your brain for a fucker because you want some hair spray.” Negan say with his grin face.

You hit the front three times and wait a time to see if had any walker. After 2 minutes it came 3 walkers, 2 walkers whose seems being woman before, they still have some things in their hair. You quickly manage to kill three of them. You enter the place checking to make sure. You look outside and see Negan smashing a walker with Lucille. And the other men around getting whatever they want, and breaking the rest in middle time. You roll your eyes seeing them being so childish.

You look some creams, hair dryers, some cute hair accessories. “Probably to use on marriages and other nice rich partiers.” You get in the back and see some nice hair brushes, products for make hydration and other things you can use. You shoving it on your backpack and keep looking forward. You get in a session of wigs. Have some that you think totally ridiculous, but you found one, a black chanel cut wig. You take off the pack of others and start imaging you using it for “funny business” with Negan later. You bite your lip thinking about the scenario of you using it with some music playing softly while making a lap dance. Goosebumps on your skin just about the thought of Negan grinding under you.

“Doll, we better going. Is gonna get dark soon.” Negan say outside the store.

“I’m going.” You put it inside the backpack.

“You okay? You look a little flushed.” Negan say looking inside trying to understand what happened.

“Yes, I am. Let’s go back to the Sanctuary?!” You say walking on his front swaying your hips. You can feel a gaze and when you look behind you can see he smiling. “That fucking smile.”

After getting back in Sanctuary you went to a shower, you washed your hair and put some new product on it. You shave your whole body and put some lotion for make it smoother than already is.

You get outside your bathroom and get into your closet for put your most sexy lingerie. You have a few ones since Negan give you everyone he think is gonna look good on you. You choose the red ones for make some contrast in your skin and the wig color. You put it, put the wig, a silk robe, some mascara and a red lipstick and stay getting ready to go see Negan. You look yourself in the mirror and as Negan could say ‘Hot diggity dog’.

He knocks in your door. “Doll, are you there?”. You close your robe and answer him. “Hm.. Yea.. yeah. Go to your room, I will go there asap with a surprise.” You see his shadow under the door and he lean back and then he left.

You go to his room and knock softly on his door. He open it, he mouth flash open when he saw you. “Fuck” was all he managed to say loving the beautiful heavenly vision of you.

“Can I come in? Or you want me stay here for everyone see me?” You speak with a smirk. You can see his Adam’s apple moving. He open the door widely for you get in.

“Hot damn it Y/N. We already had done all sexy things but you still making me surprises like that. Is like I made you by myself.’’

You pass through him to go to a vinyl player he have in his bedroom. You search a disc that you think it would be sexy to making him almost cry of arousal. You pass through some when you finally see one that would totally do the job. Warrant, one of your favorites bands, even being younger than Negan and you don’t exactly lived when those bands start making success; But you always love them, way better than those pop songs or those raps ones talking about “getting high and fuck a few bictches”.

You put the vinyl and Cherry Pie start play and you turn around to Negan who was still in the same spot shocked with his whiskey in his hands. You walk through him with the song playing.

She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good makes a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie

“A real fucking sweet surprise” Negan said while you take the whiskey off his hands and start guiding him into the massive bed and putting him sitting on it.

Swingin’ on the front porch
Swingin’ on the lawn’
Swingin’ where we want
Cause there ain’t nobody home

You start moving down in your knees looking into his eyes and going up. He start caressing your hip outside the robe, you get his hands and put it away. You get in your feet and start dancing putting your hands on the robe and start playing with it to tease him even more.

She wanted me to feed her,
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater

You turn around and start putting it away moving your hips always knowing it drive Negan crazy. You put the left part of the robe off your shoulder looking at Negan giving a wink. You did it on the right one and take it all down letting he have a great view of your ass with the sexy red thin panties.

Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie

Negan get up, hold your hip tightly and push your body on him. You swing your hips and then you start grind where his fresh erection start to grow.

I scream you scream
We all scream for her
Don’t even try ‘cause
You can’t ignore her

Negan slid his hands up on your neck and grip it and start licking/biting your shoulder together with hot breaths. You start getting wetter with him doing that, but you can’t lose that one. You fastly turn around and make him sit in the end of the bed again. You sit on his laps and his eyes widening open looking at your red lace bra that is made only with lace and a cherry figure on the nipples part and his eyes go darker with desire. You slid your hand up his chest getting on his chin make him look at your face, you smirk and start slowly kissing his cheek, his nose and his bottom lip; And when he try to kiss you, you pulled away. “Na ah ah, not yet honey.” You grind on his hips and start kissing his neck.

Swingin’ on the floor
Swingin’ so hard
We forgot to lock the door
In walks her daddy
Standin’ six foot four
He said you ain’t gonna swing
With my daughter no more

You slid your hands under his shirt and gently pulled his chest hair making him moan, you get up and look into his eyes and start taking his shirt off. You pushed him down and start kissing his chest looking up on him. You sit into his lap with him still laid and you get his big hands with those fingers that he know so well how to use. You put them on your ribs and slowly drag them up to your clothed breasts his fingers start moving making your nipples needy for attention. You grind harder with him doing it, your eyes get back into his again and you slowly bring his hands to your face, kissing his hands slowly and then you put his thumb around your lips kising it soft with your eye closed and start sucking his right thumb slowly while open your eyes to look down to him, you take his thumb out of your mouth and kiss it again. Then you take his index finger and move it on your lips knowing that your plump rose lips is a weak spot for Negan.

Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Sweet cherry pie

When the song finish you let his hands fell to your thighs, you get your index finger up and move it on a “come here” gest making him sit down again. You two finally start kissing and you can tell how much desperate Negan already is for you.

After a feel seconds, after getting lost in each other mouth you realized ‘Uncle Tom Cabin’ was playing.

Say it take you down to hell
Over in the bushes
And off to the right

Negan moved you so now he is on the top, he start kissing your collarbone and desperately go to your breasts taking the bra off and attacking your left breast with his mouth and your right one with his huge hand. You moan and start squeezing his bare back. You start trying take his pants off, Negan realised and get out of your breats and start taking his belt off of him. He take off his pants and now the Sactuary King is only in black boxer, that are so tight because of the erection.

You get up and start taking off of him and let it free.

You start moving your hand up and down on his length while looking at him over your lashes, he’s desperate. You love see Negan like that, you having control of him. The man who is the cause of so many nightmares wrapped around your finger. Suddenly he bring you up and start kissing you hugely biting your lips and tongue in the process.

“You think you can drive me crazy like that and keep teasing and teasing? No Doll, I will fuck the shit out of you.” He says letting his hands slides into your left ass cheek gripping hard making you purr in his face.

“Do it Sir.” And then Negan push you into the mattress putting his hands up and down your sides. He start kissing up where your pantie start. And start taking it off. When he see you all shaved just for him he groan like a wild animal. You were always hygienic but today with all the wig thing and the vanilla-strawberry lotion on your whole body making you smooth as a feather. Despertated the animal on him. He waste no time and attack your pussy licking it and you moan with the sudden action. He start biting your thighs and moving three of his long fingers up and down on your pussy lips that are glistening, making all your juices go to his fingers, you was expecting him enter his fingers on you, but instantly he bring it to his lips and sucked moaning. “Girl I could ate you forever..” he did the action again collecting more of your juices, your eyes close trying to feel all you can of the pleasure. He stop and brought his fingers glistening with your wetness he mix it with his pre-cum around “..but not today.” And then he slid his breath-taking cock inside you making you scream and bucking your hips. Negan get down and start kissing your breasts widely making you grab his hair and start pulling it making him moan and turning you on even more.

More deeper the trust go more moaning messes you two become. Negan brought his right hand up to your neck. “All fucking mine babygirl. All mine.” Negan saying devilishly biting your cheek and moving faster.

“Yours baby, I’m all yours. Only yours Negannn” You moan while scratching his back.

The fire start on your belly and start going straight to your core. Negan felt it because he moan harder.

“Damn, you’re so tight Doll. Fuckkk.” He start going slower but you desperately start moving your hips upwards to met his own.

“I’m gonna cumm.” You say practically out of breath and moaning desperately.

“Cum all over my cock babygirl. Let me see how you like my huge cock inside that pussy.” He say in your ear with a hot breath and biting your earlobe. And with that you get over the edge. And then Negan did too. He fall above you and move slowly out of you.

He laid on his back and you two trying catch your breath. “Fuck, .. That one was … Fuck.” Was all Negan had to say.

“So, you liked the surprise?” You ask biting you lower lip.

“I fucking love it doll, Damn seeing you in that way made me hard as a fucking truck.” You get in your stomach to look at him, making your ass perfectly viewable to him.

Then he get your wig and took off and start playing with your real hair.

“But honestly, I love to pull that one when we fuck.” He say making his sexy grin. You kiss him and then you two realised the disc was still playing but now in the last song of the album, it was ‘Sure Feels Good to Me’.

You bring out the beast in me
It might be dirty and it might be bad
but it sure feels good
sure feels good to me
Yeah, sure feels good to me

And when the silence came, Negan give you a deep kiss; Then kiss your nose and your forehead as a love sign. ‘’Goodnight Doll. I fucking love you.” He say kissing your head.

“I love you too Negan! So much.” You say and lay your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat’s.

 And then you two fall asleep.

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Wedding Bells

Let me start off this plea for help with that I don’t deserve it. What’s going to happen to me soon I absolutely asked for, but god, someone please save me.

I’m a perv. I hack into girl’s computers and watch them in their houses from their webcams, or even better, their rooms. Catch them doing yoga, undressing, it’s truly my lucky day when I can catch them masturbating. Once I even caught this lesbian couple, but they didn’t do anything fun- just tickled each other and planned their honeymoon. So. Boring.

It’s a victimless crime. I get my rocks off or enjoy your conversations, and the people never even know I was there.

But I peaked into the wrong cam.

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Random thoughts about Call the Midwife Series 6

I can’t believe that it’s only 8 weeks ago that we got to meet Sister Ursula and were aghast at her taking the TV away.  It feels like forever, and yet I also have no idea what I’m going to do with my Sunday nights until Christmas. (Who am I kidding? - writing here I come!)


Anyhoo - here are some random thoughts about our girls overall in the series.  It’s quite long so I’ll put in a break


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Fighting Games

Posted this on AO3 over a week ago, thought I’d share it here.

In which Marinette makes a shocking discovery and Adrien has great legs.

“Why did I let you talk me into dressing like this, Alya?”

“Because I told you Adrien was coming dressed as a Sailor Moon character and I knew you wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“We could have at least gotten a shorter wig. I’m terrified I’ll trip over these pigtails. Combine that with the fact that I’m not used to walking in heels…”

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The Matchmakers - Part 8.

We took a while, but here you go! This is another part of a series I’m working with @mariamagica (go check her out if you haven’t, she’s amazing). 

This was actually written by her, but we decided that I should be the one posting it, so that things wouldn’t get too weird. 

More under the cut because it is quite long lol. 

★★★★★★

Jumin Han: A photoshoot?

MC: Yes!

MC: We think it would be perfect to promote the RFA!

Jumin Han: Isn’t Zen more appropriate for this kind of thing?

MC: Oh, he will be there too!

ZEN: I will?

MC: Up and coming musical and executive director of C&R together on a flyer

MC: The two most influential members of the RFA!

MC: It’s bound to get people interested

ZEN: I’m blushing (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

ZEN: I don’t think I’m that popular yet, but okay

Jumin Han: I suppose if my agenda allows it.

Jaehee Kang: I’ve already scheduled it in for tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Han.

Jumin Han: That’s convenient.

MC: Great!

MC: I’ll be there as well to help coordinate

Jaehee Kang: See you all tomorrow.

- Jaehee Kang has logged out -

- MC has logged out -

ZEN: Wouldn’t it make more sense to get the entire RFA on the photo?

Jumin Han: Hmmm.


***

Practice took longer than expected. By the time he walked into the lounge room of RFA’s Headquarters, everyone was already there - MC, Jaehee, Jumin and a small camera crew busy setting up lighting and screens. The crew didn’t give Zen a chance to greet everyone, grabbing him and bringing him over to the ornate sofa, instructing him to sit down next to the executive. While Jumin wore his usual suit, handsome as always, he couldn’t even deny, he was only wearing his motorcycle outfit - he had hoped to change to something classier beforehand.

“You look fine, don’t worry.” Jumin whispered, startling him a little. Was he that obvious to read?

Bashfully, Zen scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks.” This earned him a small smile, making him do the same.

MC gave him a thumbs up while one woman moved them closer together and another made practice shots. Jumin’s leg brushed against his and he clutched the pillow next to him, trying to keep down a blush.

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Daddy saves the day

DAY 7: DECEMBER 7TH

When seeing is believing for the Styles kids

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The Lost Princess {Biadore} Chapter 4 - C*NT

A/N: So I’m back back back at writing super long chapters! This is a whopping 6k+ chapter filled with all sorts of goodies. Today there will be some talk about different sexualities (bisexual, pansexual etc.), which as a pansexual myself, I hope I classified it correctly. We also have a new character coming into the mix ;) Bianca/Roy is bisexual in this AU, Courtney is pansexual, and Adore herself is starting to realize she is not cis. TW: Alcohol consumption, a heavy make out scene and vomit near the end (i don’t go into too much detail but just in case)

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Look At It From Our Point of View

Okay. Let’s break this shit down since people want to act brand new. And in no way am I trying to offend anyone and if I do I’m sorry in advance. I still believe South Korea has a very beautiful, rich, industrious culture with respectable people trying to live life like all of us. And like many other cultures, it is not perfect. It has its history, political unrest, disparity with classes, impossible beauty standards, education system that needs reform (there are many other issues plaguing the country and i won’t pretend to know all of them) etc. like many other civilizations across the world. But obviously the country has its charms and has made economic and technological advancements that the world can only marvel at.

THAT BEING SAID…again, like everywhere else in the world, it is not perfect. We are now talking about being anti-asian and being anti-black. Like many places in the world, be it the homogenous society, xenophobia, the effect of white supremacy or this perceived global notion that black/african=barbaric, uneducated, dirty, underdeveloped, unworthy, unattractive, inhuman etc. SEEMS to be very prevalent in the society. Of course not every Korean thinks the same…of course media has a power to shape people’s minds, and of course KPOP does not accurately represent the entire country…but we are talking about KPOP, and i am a black fan of some KPOP.

We know not every idol thinks the same, but aren’t our thoughts coming from somewhere? Isn’t there a history that all of this is based on? Ask yourself this…why are there blogs dedicated to pointing out problematic aspects of kpop? why does there even need to be a black kpop fans blog? have you ever seen anywhere ‘white kpop fans’? why are there so many blogs dedicated to whitewashing the way these idols already look? have you seen the comments fans have left ex-SNSD member Jessica calling her black, asking she has eaten coal, because she is ‘tan’? and people say ‘well that’s not directed to black people, it’s directed to Asian people. It’s a cultural thing’, okay but it’s still not okay. Even as a black person I can say colorism and the treatment darker skinned people within my community is not okay despite historical context, and if someone from another race told me that about the black race I would agree, I wouldn’t say they’re disrespecting my entire culture’s history.

Anyway, back to the subject, how many times has an idol said or done some shit that was anti-black/racist/problematic? How many times has the same idol gone on and on about how much they love hip hop and r&b, which they ironically call ‘black music’? How many of those idols have gone on a variety show wearing black face with overdrawn red lips? When asked what their talent is, how many have said ‘talking like a black person’? You say we shouldn’t just say oppa for the fun of it, so why should they be allowed to make fun of how we talk and look for a few laughs as if that’s a talent?

Let’s look at it this way. Let’s say Beyonce began her career singing traditional Korean music. Then she began it trying to emulate the style of one of the greatest Korean musicians. Then she carries on her career continuing to utilize Korean instruments and sounds in her music. She’s also using traditional Korean clothing to capitalize off of as a ‘look’ and ‘persona’ for her music videos, because she does think it’s beautiful. Maybe she’ll throw in a few Korean phrases in her music as well. Then one day she’s on some tv show, and shows up painting her skin to exaggeratedly ‘imitate’ the appearance of a korean. They ask her what her talent is and she starts talking Korean not respectfully but as a caricature to garner a few laughs. Then maybe in a world where straight black hair is not acceptable she’s wearing a straight black wig which makes the audience laugh like crazy. Then IRONICALLY when it’s time for her REAL performance, she’s performing Korean music using their sounds, signature dances, and styles. And let’s say any time you do these dances, the world calls you ghetto, stupid, uneducated, but when Beyonce does it, it’s so cool and hip!

If Beyonce did that, would that make any sense to you?! If you were a fan of beyonce then saw her on the tv show mocking your language, the way you naturally look, while singing music your people have created historically as a form of expression their oppression and general self-expression, how would that make you feel? Would you just say well the music isn’t made for us so I don’t care? If you think of it like this, can’t you see where we’re coming from? But we’re told ‘oh stay bitter. just ignore it’ etc…when we can trace an kpop song sampling a 90s RnB song and say well this is not really original why are they always sampling only to be told ‘well its not their fault they’re not the ones who created it their writers and choreographers are black so you can’t get mad at them’ and when we say ‘okay so then originality in KPOP is not common (notice we said KPOP we didn’t say all Koreans are not original because we know KPOP is not representative of the musical capability of an entire country)’, now we’re suddenly being anti-asian? And another submission already stated that there are probably many korean musicians/artists that are original that will never be heard of because they are not part of the kpop machine. there are probably many that do respect ‘black music’ along with the black people that make it but that’s not what we see.

If there was a general respect for black people in asia while many capitalize off of our culture, i don’t think we’d have a problem. But you got tv stations still daring to air blackface, you got racist commercials, without giving fucks as to whether a black audience member will see it…but will turn around and invite their stars who sing what they call ‘black music’ to those shows…it’s just a clusterfuck and if you can’t see it then that’s your problem. we can continue to be ‘bitter’ but just accept WE’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. as long as the shit continues to be problematic we will continue to show up and as long as our culture continues to be used, we will continue to critique. deal with it the way we have to deal with it.

As ‘borrowed’ as KPOP is, obviously there is still something about it that holds people’s attention hence the reason why for all its problematic ways it still has some ‘woke’ black fans. We’re just trying to make the fans who say problematic things and are so bothered by us and our opinions understand why we feel the way we do and why we have a right to.  That’s it. And if we do happen to say things anti-asian/fetishist etc, let us know with good examples so that we can also learn too. The globalization of kpop can be a cultural learning tool among fans if we could just communicate openly and respectfully but also facing the reality and facts.

Theft and Appropriation all in one Weekend

This starts out with my apartment room mates, Eli and Zoey. Neither are their real names. Eli is the good room mate, Zoey is the bad one.

All three of us are into anime and manga, but I prefer video games.

And all three of us went to AnimeNEXT last weekend in Atlantic City. Eli and I roomed with her boyfriend and two of my best friends. Zoey got a room with her friends.

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Mr. and Mrs. Hood (pt. 2)

Word Count: 1,391

Part One | Masterlist


“I don’t know who she was Michael.” Calum groaned for the fifth time in ten minutes. His blue-haired companion was obsessed with the woman that their target had taken an interest in, but unfortunately she’d be difficult to identify because she kept her back both to Calum and the various cameras that were in the large ballroom

“That’s a real shame. Not for you, because you already have a hot wife, but for me it’s a real disappointment.”

“Speaking of my hot wife,” Calum mumbled, looking down at his vibrating phone. “I’ve got to take this. Hey babe.”

Hey Cal. How was your flight?”

“Flight was good. Got some work done, which is always good.” He spoke with a smile, hoping that you wouldn’t catch on to him being troubled. “Hopefully you’re not missing me too much.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Hood?”

“Well, Missus Hood, I’ll admit that I miss you.” He murmured, flipping Michael off when the blue haired man gagged with amusement at Calum’s conversation.

“I miss you too, Cal. Maybe I’ll have to fly out next week to spend some time with you.”

“I’m definitely for that. There’s this great restaurant by the hotel that I’ve heard nothing but great things about.”

“Now I’m definitely interested. Let me know what your schedule looks like and I’ll book the tickets.”

“Sounds good to me, babygirl.” He grinned, looking up when Michael started snapping for his attention. “I’ve got to get ready for a meeting, babe, but I’ll call you later?”

“For sure, Cal. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” He was quick to hang up, crossing the room to look over Michael’s shoulder at the computer screen. It was security footage from the night before, the importance of it escaping the assassin because they had looked at all of the angles and hadn’t gotten anything useful from it. “What am I looking at?”

“We don’t see our mystery beauty’s face, but we do see our target handing her his room key.”

“I watched him hand over the room key so I know she has it. Why is this important?”

“Because,” Michael sighed, zooming in on the keycard in particular. “We now know what hotel this guy is staying at and his room number.”

“I’ll grab my gun and head out.”

“If you see the beauty around there, can you give her my phone number?”

“So long as she’s not an enemy, Mikey.” Calum sighed, checking his pistol before tucking it away into its holster and putting on his blazer. “Earpiece in, I’m out.”

“Good luck, be safe, don’t be seen, all that jazz.” Michael called after Calum, not looking up from his computer as he worked on hacking into the hotel’s security footage.

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Christmas Gift Fic #9

(technically still Christmas where I am!)

Okay, here’s another. I might get a couple more out this weekend, but I hate to promise that. 

@whyarealltheurlsarlreadytaken asked for: can you do a ‘run verse au where darcy and clint have a romantic relationship. 

I hope this is kind of what you wanted. It got away from me a little bit. … enjoy!

***

Darcy couldn’t sleep.

Well, no, that wasn’t right. She did sleep, and she slept hard, for about four hours. And now she was wide awake staring into the dark.

SHIELD was gone. Weird. And freaky. It hit her every now and again, just out of nowhere. Wham.

Except, it wasn’t entirely gone. It was just underground now. Like she was, here in her pitch-black room, in a bunker complex, with all that was left. That was the freaky part. How fragile it all felt. Not just the agency, but the world. Everything felt egg shell-thin.

Licking her dry lips, she reached out to turn on the lamp. It was old, part of the ancient equipment and furniture leftover from the base’s early days, and it cast a sickly yellow light over the small, private quarters she’d claimed while she was lending a hand at the Playground. She would so make a shopping run at some point, when she could get away for a day. There was just so much cleanup to do, to get started on, to dig out, to glue back together. And so few hands to help.

Phil was out there now, somewhere in that shaky world, looking for his agents, trying to round up who he could. They were starting to trickle back in ones and twos, here and there. Sometimes he’d even find a whole pack of them, gone to ground in some forgotten bunker or safehouse, holding tight together while the foundations fell out from under them.

Rubbing a hand across her eyes, Darcy swung her legs out of bed and let out a long breath. The clock — a regular, old-fashioned, tick-tock, with hands and everything, clock — read a quarter after 3. Ugh.

Her thoughts ticked along with the little second hand — too much to do, too much to do, too much to do. As soon as she drifted from that hard sleep, into something lighter, her mind filled up with all those too many things, and now she was wide, damned awake. Bleh. She loved her father, but sometimes it sucked to be his daughter. He’d probably never slept a whole night through in his entire life for just that reason; the tick-tock brain that never stopped.

She laughed at herself and stood . That was such a creakily retro analogy for Tony, he’d be horrified by it. So, of course, she made a mental note to share it with him at the earliest possible opportunity.

Standing, she took a moment to stretch, trying to do something positive, good for her, self care, that sort of thing. Plus, she had such a crink in her neck from being wedged under floor plates and behind cramped server racks trying to fix everything Hydra broke and trying to upgrade everything else. The stretching helped a little, and woke her body up a little more, so at least she had some of the energy her brain was demanding. And then she went out into the dim corridors, only every third bulb lit for night-time lighting and power conservation. 70-year old diesel generators and stealth power grid taps could only take them so far.  

Darcy had them on an arc reactor now, though, and Tony had been surprisingly peaceable about that suggestion — well, they argued a little, but that was them. It helped that Phil immediately promised its existence was need to know, and only he and May would know anything about it. Well, and Darcy, but she was the one who installed it and who would maintain it. When the device came in disguised as a Newegg box, Phil gave her a tired smile and tried to joke she was the electrical systems chief now. Then he begged her not to blow up what was left of SHIELD. ‘Cause he was a funny guy like that.

The corridors were empty as she wandered down to the hanger. The Bus needed a little more work, though all critical systems were up and humming. Now, while it was quiet, she’d take care of her pretty flying baby.

There was an eerie stillness as she walked, her eye picking out the old SSR eagle painted on a wall, and her steps sounding particularly echoy. With the twisting halls, endless side rooms, and all, it was like a pretty sweet first person shooter where she got sucked back in time to fight an alien invasion in the fifties or something.

She wasn’t sure how far the base extended, parts of it were still closed off, again, to conserve energy. And because there were only a couple dozen people knocking around the place. It was better to cluster everybody closer, it made everything feel less lonely and depressing. Except, it still felt lonely and depressing. Though, maybe that was because it was 3am, the most depressing hour of the night.

When she got to the Bus, she went up to the lounge first and started the coffee maker, then she sat at the briefing table and called up the systems. Avionics were good, flight good, servers good, nav good, some of the lab systems were still a little wonky and something was slowing transfers to the main base servers. That might be software, but it could be hardware, too. Skye was software, but so many of the systems were slagged, hardware was a real possibility still, too. She’d go over it again.

“So, according to Natasha, you’re not my trainee anymore.”

Darcy jerked and nearly fell out of her chair. Putting a hand to her chest, feeling the wild hammering of her heart, she turned a heated glare on the man who was leaning against the opening to the lounge.

“Damn it, Barton. What the actual hell?”

“Sorry.”

“Wow, no you aren’t.”

He pouted and stepped into the room, walking over to the bar and the coffee maker. “I am. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, still trying to settle the surge of adrenaline.

“You’re cranky.”

Darcy let out a whoosh of breath and ran a hand through her hair. “It’s 3:30 in the morning, I wasn’t expecting anybody to be around; this place is like a post-apocalyptic horror movie at night. Forgive me for being wigged at you popping out of nowhere.”

He poured them both a coffee and brought her a mug. “Okay, for real, sorry. I got in a couple hours ago, you were already asleep. May found me a bunk, but I couldn’t sleep either. I’m still on Prague time. Sucks. What’s your excuse?”

She wrapped her hands around the warming mug. “Stark brain? I was asleep, but then, you know that bit where you kind of wake up to like roll over or something? My brain kicked in with all the shit I’ve got to do, and I couldn’t stop thinking and here I am.”

He nodded soberly and sipped at his coffee. “Sucks,” he said again.

“Yeah. Are you sticking?”

“With SHIELD?”

“Yeah. Or you gonna take my dad up on the full-time Avengers gig?”

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “Honestly. That’s why I’m here, I told Phil I’d talk to him first. I owe it to him.”

“Sure.”

“I guess you’re all in,” he said, voice mild and free of judgement one way or the other.

“I guess I am,” she admitted.

“Is that what you want?”

“If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Is that true, though?”

She cocked her head and thought about it. “Yeah. I really think it is.”

“Okay. Cool.” He tapped his long archer’s fingers on the mug. “This spooked Nat pretty good. I think she’s out. Or, maybe like a contract player. If Phil needed something, she’d help, but, you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“You’ve got options, you know? Like, you could do anything, go anywhere, work for anybody. Some of these people, SHIELD was all they had, but you’ve got … well, everything.”

“Because I’m the spoiled rich kid, right?” She bristled a little and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t get like that. It’s true and you know it.” He swept an arm out over the table in a broad arc. “The world is your oyster. You could go get five doctorates like your dad, go start up a company in … whatever it is you’d want to do. What would you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I never knew, Barton,” she said quietly. It was true, it was her thing, it had to be all over her evals. Maybe he never really believed it, or never understood just how completely absolutely true that was. She never knew what she wanted. Never. And it wasn’t something she ever felt really comfortable with. Everybody around her was so focused and she was … aimlessly drifting.

“I had vague ideas, some kid fantasies, you know, but never anything I was super into,” she said, forcing the words out. “I picked political science because I’ve always been interested in people, in how the world works, and, of course, with a father who’s a defense contractor, government was something I was tangentially familiar with. But, even that wasn’t really a passion. I never had one. I always envied my friends who did, you know? Who knew exactly what they wanted. Like Rico and his computers, and Marley and design. But me? I never knew. And,” she smirked over at him, “I thought you knew that.”

He stared at her for a long moment. Long enough that she looked away, staring down into her mug. “I told you I never saw you. You are a mystery to me. You’ve been my trainee for over a year, and I don’t know hardly anything about you.”

“You know plenty.”

“What if I wanted to know more?”

“I don’t know what that means. Like, what? My favorite color?”

“Red,” he said immediately. “That one I know.”

She laughed and looked up at him. He smiled back.

“Purple,” she said, jerking her thumb at him.

Clint raised his chin and sniffed. “It’s the color of royalty, you know.”

“Sure,” she said with a little smile. “So, what do you want to know?”

“What would you do? If you could do anything at all … which, you know, you actually can. What would you do?”

“This.”

“Come on, Darce,” he whined.

She shook her head and jabbed a finger down on the table. “This. For real. This is what I want.”

He chewed on that for a second and then countered with, “You were in SHIELD to help your dad, I know that.”

“Yeah, and then SHIELD fell down. I know how big this is, how hard this will be, but …” she leaned towards him, intent and focused. “When we were in those tunnels and you were being an asshole—”

“Hey,” he protested and frowned.

“You were,” she insisted.

“I … was,” he admitted contritely. “Yeah, sorry.”

She waved it off and forgave him with a smile. “Anyway, when I saw those people on the platform. I knew. For the first time in my life, Clint, I knew what I wanted. I knew what I could do. Me. I could help those people. I could help the world. Phil told me I could, and you and Nat, and my dad, and Thor, and everybody. But, that moment is when I knew it for myself. I could do it, I had the resources, the training, the knowledge, the contacts, everything … I could do it. I can do it. It’s what I want. I want to rebuild SHIELD.”

Darcy waited for him to respond, but he just pursed his lips and stared at her thoughtfully. Again with the staring. And it was his 'watching her like a hawk’ (ha ha) look. Uncomfortable. Sucking in her cheeks, she looked back at the systems readouts for something to do, for anything to distract her from the sudden super intensity.  

Her relationship with Clint had always been pretty relaxed, even when they were training. He liked team sports, and beer, and cheesy movies, and 80s action shows, and they could kick it in easy conversation. She’d tease him about being a disaster, but she admired him, too. Admired his dedication, his skill, his way of looking at the world in all its simple and complex messiness — which was basically Clint in a nutshell anyway. But, this … early morning talks where, because of exhaustion, overwork, whatever else, she let herself open up in a way she never really liked to. This was new, and sort of uncomfortable, and really with the staring already. God, Barton.

“Okay,” he said at last.

“Okay.”

“I’m in. I’ll tell Phil when he gets back.”

Darcy looked up and frowned. “Wait, what?”

“I’m in with SHIELD.”

“Oh,” she said and tried to think of what she ought to say to that, she wasn’t expecting it. In fact, she was pretty prepared for both Nat and Clint to bail. “Well, good. Yay. Glad to have you.”

“Yep,” he said, his voice bright as he nodded and grinned. “I believe you.”

“About what?”

“That you’ll rebuild SHIELD.”

“Well, I mean, Phil —”

“Yeah, you and Phil. It’s called conviction.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I think you’re nuts, but I like it. That’s my kinda crazy.”

She laughed and gave his leg a little nudge with her own. “Jerk.”

“Yep.” He propped his chin on his hand and kept watching her. “You’re not my trainee anymore. You’re like … what? Like, Phil’s number two or three?”

“Four or five? Or lower? I don’t know. May, then maybe … I don’t know. You or Hartley?”

“Oh, is she here?” he asked, looking interested and pleased. “Awesome. She’s wicked with a knife.”

Darcy grimaced. “We, uh, maybe don’t get along so well. Maybe?”

“Oh …” He thought about it for a second then nodded. “Yeah, I can see the personality clash. Give her a chance, though, she’s good people.”

“Yeah, that’s what May says.” Darcy shrugged. She could give Hartley another chance, but would Hartley give her one? Maybe she’d have to work for it. Ugh. “Her team, though … I mean, Idaho’s okay, I guess. Though, Christ, he thinks he’s a world-class chef and I swear to you, he could burn water. And Hunter’s just straight up obnoxious.”

Clint’s eyebrows rose. “Lance Hunter?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

“You know him, I guess,” she said, pressing for that story. They’d be a weird combination. Probably not something anybody’d want to witness.

“I do. Sort of. It’s a long story,” he said with a sigh. “We have an ex in common. Way awkward.”

“His hell-beast ex-wife? His words, not mine.”

Clint snorted a surprised laugh and it took him a second to stop chuckling. “That’s the one. Ha. Oh, yeah. I should buy him a beer. Awesome.”

“Come on, she can’t be that bad.”

With a challenging look, Clint straightened up and started to tug off his shirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Darcy asked, alarmed and startled and not prepared for the Barton striptease.

“I’m going to show you the scars.”

Darcy laughed and lunged forward to catch the hem of his shirt before it could clear his chest. She tugged it back down. “Keep your shirt on, geez.”

“No, you’ll be impressed.”

“I’m plenty impressed, promise. Please, keep your shirt on.” She had a hard enough time not staring at his arms, she didn’t need him to strip for her, too. He was a damned attractive guy, and she’d always noticed that. He was also a dozen years older than her and her SO. It was just … some things were not for thinking about too long, or else that way lay heartbreak or something. But she liked his squishy face, and his dumb boy sense of humor, and his frankly magnificent arms, and his crazy intense focus when he was being all sniper dude. Ugh, no Darcy, don’t go there.

He was looking mulish and he jerked up the side of his shirt anyway, ignoring her protests and pointed to a scar low on his back. “That one.”

“She stabbed you?”

“No, but I got stabbed because of her.”

“Well … ouch?”

“Yeah, totally. That hurt.”

“Poor baby.”

“Kiss it and make it better?”

She gaped at him for a second and shook her head like she misheard. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know?” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Reflexive? Don’t make it weird, Lewis.”

“Screw you, Barton,” she said, laughing again.

“But, you know, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Who’s making this weird?”

“Me?”

“You.” She was still laughing, though, because, really, Barton?

“But, uh …” he moved his hand from his neck to rub at his ear. “If you wanted to, maybe, go out for coffee sometime.”

Her mouth went dry and there was a strange fuzzy buzzing in her head, because he couldn’t have just asked what she thought he asked. Right? “We’re having coffee now.”

“And it’s good, right? What is this?” He looked down at this mug before picking it up and draining the last. “Too good for an airplane and way too good for SHIELD.”

“Phil’s a coffee snob.”

“Oh, right.” He stood up and walked away to grab the pot. “More?”

“Sure.”

He poured them both another and then sat down again, fidgeting with his mug. “I meant it, though. Like, maybe someplace with normal people. And we’d go, you know, as normal people.”

“Neither of us are normal people,” she said quietly.

“Normalish. You’re not my trainee anymore,” he said again. Then licked his lips nervously and took a big gulp of coffee. “Believe it or not, I’m usually better at this. You are damned hard to read. Also,” he held up a finger to make a point, “I am not afraid of your dad.”

“Noted.” She rubbed at her eyes and tried to sort through the last five minutes. She didn’t … no, she didn’t ever expect this. “For real?”

“Yeah, I mean … uh, if you want. I’d just …”

“What about Natasha?”

He gave her an understanding smile and shook his head. “Darce, Nat is my best friend. That’s like … I don’t know, you and Rico.”

“Oh,” she said and made a face. She loved Rico, but yeah, no, she would not date Rico. That would be too weird. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, hey, if you’re not into it, that’s okay. No harm, but …” he trailed off and was silent for a moment before he continued. “I like you. I’ve always liked you, like as a person, you know? You’re fun, you’re weird — in a good way — you’re easy to be around. I don’t know. I just, I like when we watch the A-Team and drink beer and talk about whatever the hell. I like laughing with you.”

“I like that, too,” she said quietly, really trying to take this all in. Well, if nothing else it sure as hell shorted out her brain, wiping away that endless tick of 'too much to do’.

“We could give it a try,” he suggested. “Frankly, I think we’d make a badass pair. I can really see it. You’d bring it with the high tech, I’d bring it with the sniping, then we’d go out for Coronas and tacos and be awesome. I’m liking this.”

“Coronas and tacos,” she echoed, still trying to work through the short in her brain.

“With lime. For both, of course, because fish tacos.” He leaned towards her, his eyebrows raised and something open and hopeful on his impish face. “I like being around you, not a lot of people get me, but you do, and you make it so damned easy to just be, if that makes sense.”

“It does,” she agreed, because, well, it was always easy to be with Clint. Not lazy easy, but like she didn’t have to think about who she was with him. She just was herself. Whatever and whoever that was. And he was way opening himself up here, so she should probably give him some of that back. It was only fair. “I think I could go for Coronas and tacos. I, uh, you know, every guy I’ve ever dated, it didn’t always go so well, because I was keeping secrets. Which, of course, you know.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Olympic sport?”

“I wasn’t wrong,” he grumbled, “you’re good at it. I mean, come on. I’m a spy. Hell, you even pulled one over on Nat. Crazy.”

“I guess I did.” She mused on that for a second. That was pretty good. “Anyway, you know my secrets now. That’ll be new.”

“Oh, you’re still a damned mystery, for real. I’m not just saying that.”

Her lips quirked up into a little smile. “I keep you on your toes, Barton.”

“Please do.” He reached out a hand and tapped the back of hers. “No pressure. Just, you know, tacos. See what happens.”

“My dad throws you off the building.”

“I’m still not afraid of him. And, I have a grappling hook arrow.”

Darcy laughed. “Of course you do.”

“It’s awesome.”

“It’s 93 stories.”

He thought about that and winced. “Well, uh, I’ll call Thor. Teamwork, yeah!”

And finally that reserve she’d built around herself for her whole life started to crack. Maybe not entirely done away, but a little light was getting through. She reached out and touched his face. “I like your squishy face.”

“It’s not squishy,” he said with a pout.

She poked at his cheek and laughed when he snarled. “Handsome face.”

“Better.”

“Yeah.”

“So … tacos?”

“It’s like four in the morning.”

“Tonight. Tacos.”

“Tacos. Tonight,” she agreed.

He grinned. “Awesome.”

Darcy gave his cheek a last pat and sat back. “You know, I think there are rules about agents dating.”

“Then I’m out,” he said easily and without hesitation. “I’ll tell Phil.”

“Come on, we could use you.”

He thought about it for a second then shrugged. “There’s like thirty agents left. What’s Phil going to do? Ground us? Though, you know, I could do the independent contractor thing, too. I can still work for SHIELD, but be out of the chain. That actually might work better. With the Avengers and all.”

“Sure, sure.”

“SHIELD’s been my world for a long time, Darce. I think I’m ready for there to be other things in my life now, you know? I’m good by that.”

“You’re sure?”

“I am. You had your revelation in those tunnels, and I had mine. And, I think that’s part of why I got so mad at you. It wasn’t the secrets, I just …”

“I was keeping them from you.”

“Yeah,” he admitted and bowed his head. “I want more. And, I let myself believe I had it, and then I realized I never really told you that, and you were keeping these secrets, and people were shooting at us, and I could have lost you right there. And … I didn’t like that. It freaked me out, too.”

She let that sink in for a minute before taking his hand. “Okay. So tacos tonight and then we see what happens.”

“Awesomeness happens.”

Giving his fingers a squeeze, she laughed. “High bar, Barton.”

“I’ll clear it,” he promised with a cocky smirk.

“Just so you know, there aren’t any more secrets. Okay?”

“Okay,” he accepted that with a nod. “But, I want to hear about those fantasies you had as a kid about what you’d do when you grew up.”

“Forklift driver.”

Clint guffawed and tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. “Really?”

“And astronaut.”

“That’s a gimmie,” he protested. “Every kid wants to be an astronaut.”

“And an architectural mad genius who designed secret lairs.”

“Okay, you’re not far off of that one. You could totally pull that one off.”

“I know, right? So close.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got to actually work on the one secret base I’ve got on my hands now, though, so it’s time for you to take a hike.”

He returned her kiss with one of his own. “Okay. Fine. I’m tired now.” He stood up and pointed a finger at her. “Tonight. Tacos.”

“Tacos. Tonight,” she agreed again, smiling.

Halloween Special!

Wow, this is my first fix in a while, and really I am sorry guys, but life has just been crazy and I’ve felt really uninspired as of late. However, now that the play is over, hopefully I can get around to writing more! Also, Rouge makes her first ever appearance in this fix, however brief it may be! Enjoy!

“Well, obviously I’m being the best superhero out there,” Sonic stepped out from the closet, revealing his blue and red jumpsuit, complete with full hood.

“Wait, you think that SPIDERMAN is the best superhero?” Tails asked incredulously, pulling on his lab coat and racking his hands through his fur to mess it up. “Not, like, The Flash or something?”

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julielunaluv  asked:

Hello scriptblossom. Could you write a story based on the following: During a masquerade ball, Sakura is a waitress she stains her uniform, but Ino (rich) helps her out. She lets her wear one of her dresses. Later Sasuke believes she's royalty.

Masquerade

“No, no, nooo,” Sakura moaned softly as she stared at the big red stain on the front of her skirt. She was just bringing out another platter of hors d’oeuvres when somebody stepped backwards and accidentally spilled their glass of red wine on her. Luckily, she was able to regain her balance and not spill anything on the platter. Unluckily, her outfit did not meet such lucky fate. 

She placed the platter down as she bit her lower lip. With some paper napkins, she tried to wipe away the spill from her skirt but it only made it worse as the red stain bled deeper into the fabric of the skirt.

“Sorry!” the man who bumped into her apologized. Sakura mumbled a “it’s okay” as she turned quickly to go back into one of the empty corridors. It would be bad if the mistress of the house saw her. Sakura had heard rumors of the mistress being a total witch when it comes to her parties. Sakura was sure that having a giant stain would soil the illusion of the perfect party. 

“Are you okay?” a voice called out to her.

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Miserable Lester, Part 11: The Return Of Wolfcop

Jean Valjean takes Cosette back to these rooms he’s rented in an old building on, I guess, the outskirts of the city. Victor Hugo has one of those “walking tour of Paris circa 1820-something” chapters here, which is cool but which I’m not going to bother going into in this recap. I understand Hugo wrote Les Mis while in exile from France, and it really shows. I like it whenever Places are important to a story, to the point that they themselves virtually qualify as main characters, not just backdrops/settings— that’s going on here, for sure, but/and there’s also a very powerful, palpable sense of nostalgia, frustration, and homesickness woven throughout these descriptive/historical and architectural digressive passages.

Right, so Valjean and Cosette move into a sorta crappy apartment, but they’re both like 500 times happier than they have ever been in their whole lives ever. Neither one has ever had much opportunity to love another human being before— I mean, Cosette doesn’t remember Fantine because she hasn’t seen her since she was, like, two or three, and, after spending about 2/3rds of his adult life in prison without any way of keeping in touch with them, our John Johnson barely remembers his family— his sister and nieces and nephews— anymore, either. And he hasn’t been living in situations that were conducive to forming romances or friendships, so he’s never experienced those forms of love at all. He’s never had kids, either. His heart’s like a virgin’s (touched for the very first time)!

(No, that’s what it says in the book. Really.)

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Shadowhunters TV show: Analyze/Address issues (updated as more information is provided)

So, as many of you or not many of you might know, The Mortal Instruments 6-book series is being transformed into a TV show after the movie bombed at the box office. 

The thing about the movie is that, it was (now having seen what the TV show has been filming in Toronto) fairly accurate. It followed the order of the events just like in the book (plot-wise) and they casted actors who canonically fit the descriptions written from the books. The only thing that was weird and off-putting about the movie was how people judged the actors’ appearances such as: Lily’s hair color, Jamie’s physique, Magnus’s lack of pants, Simon was not a rat, short Izzy, old Alec, etc, and how they did the ending with the exploding Portal and snowflakes and suicidal Valentine and the ending was just a mess. 

So Constantin Film decided to reinvent the franchise into a TV show on ABC Family. Many people are worried that the network is:

1. Not going to promote it right or enough.

2. Turn it into a teeny-boppy show with too many romance problems and unnecessary stretched out drama. 

To reassure those who still have doubts about Shadowhunters being on ABC Family, the person who is directing/co-producing the show is McgsWonderland: 

He produced Supernatural on CW, which is a VERY popular TV show and has garnered millions and millions of fans and he also directed the movie Charlie’s Angels which has VERY badass female characters in it. He has been the one posting all those cool and awesome BTS photos from the ShadowhuntersTV set on Twitter, so you should probably follow him. 

We cannot do anything about the way the show will be marketed or promoted, but rest assured the show is in good hands (director-wise).

Next, let’s talk about the cast. Here’s our main cast (aka TEAM GOOD): 

Okay, I think we can all agree that these casting decisions are absolutely ON POINT (looks-wise). I mean, canonically Asian Magnus, tall/broody Alec, short/redhead Clary, blond/conventionally attractive Jace, dark-haired/sexy Izzy, and cinnamon-bun/too adorbs for this world Simon. They are all absolutely perfect for their roles. I know a lot of people are very attached to the old movie!cast but let me tell you, there has never been a more well-assembled and attractive cast like the Shadowhunters TV show. Talent-wise, we’ll just have to see until the show airs! In the mean time, you can check out each actors’/actress’ IMBd page for their credentials. 

Some issues that I’ve noticed in the fandom lately regarding the cast/how the character is being represented in the show:

1. Alec’s blue eyes/sweaters/tattered clothes: In some photos, such as this one: 

It looks like Alec has blue eyes thus meaning the actor Matthew Daddario is wearing blue contacts, but after using my semi-good editing skills, I have come to the conclusion that he is in fact NOT wearing blue eye contacts, but it is just the filter being used in the photo. If this upsets some people, please know that a character’s eye color does not define a character. I am very aware that the blue eyes connect to another beloved character: Will Herondale. But as you should know and be made aware of: if this Shadowhunters TV show centering on the Mortal Instruments series is not successful, we will NOT get a Shadowhunters TV show centering on the Infernal Devices. 

Moving on, about Alec’s sweaters and tattered clothes: We currently do not know if Alec will be wearing sweaters but we do know that he will have tattered sleeves, with evidence from this photo (unless this photo is part of a scene where Alec gets attacked by a demon and that is why his sleeve is tattered, then rest assured knowing the costume department is sticking to the books). 

2. Izzy’s clothes or lack thereof/red pendant: After McG posted this picture (down below), a lot of fans complained that Izzy was being over sexualized in the show. Another outlook on the photo was that many fans embraced this new look on Izzy and said that she is a canonically sexy character and that the wardrobe choices being made fit her description. Both views are correct and yet wrong. Yes, it is absolutely NOT okay to oversexualize a female character or any character at all just for viewing pleasure or to add eye candy to the show. But it is also NOT okay to slut shame a character that is canonically sexy and knows it. I think it is about time that we kind of have to step back and look at the photo in an objective position and realize that the story is becoming modernized (the books were written in a 2007 time frame) and considering that Jace, Alec, and Izzy are going to be in an all-ages club (yet lurking with downworlders and nasty demons) with probably edm music, etc, her outfit fits the setting. It is a disguise. I repeat: A DISGUISE!  That also includes the wig, for those wondering. Yes, Izzy is not supposed to show her runes, but the show will be discussing glamour and it is possible that Izzy will be covered by the glamour, thus solving that problem. (Yes, some glamour are strong enough to hide even from shadowhunters and demons and downworlders). All in all, Izzy will be wearing clothes that make her feel confident and comfortable, as she would prefer if she was real. 

The pendant will most likely be added either later in season 1 with Camille giving it to her since Camille’s character has been added to the show very early or in season 2 when the character of Maryse will be added and it could be a gift from her mother (passed through the bloodline and all). Or the writers could be screwing with us, and we might never get the pendant…who knows.

3. Clary’s clothes/heels: This keeps coming up, so I might as well add it. But in this photo posted by McG, 

Clary is wearing what could be the show’s take on the modern female shadowhunter gear. I believe the reason why so many people are wary of the fact that Clary is wearing such cool clothes is because she doesn’t wear shadowhunter gear until City of Glass/book 3/season 3 and that it feels like Clary would never wear such clothes. Clary is being thrusted into the Shadow World full speed ahead and it seems to me that the TV show is embracing it to the point where Clary will be most likely wearing gear in the first episode. I believe that this is a technique to also thrust the audience into the Shadow World with Clary, therefore, it makes sense why she is wearing gear so early in the season because the producers want the audience to immerse themselves into the world and what better way to do that, then to do it along with Clary? If you do not like what she wears, then that is subjective to each person, but as the main heroine in our story, she is entitled to wear whatever she wants and to be quite frank, Clary in the books always wanted to look cool and badass and was really never treated like a cool or badass character until book 4 when she finally started to train with Jace professionally, remember that book lovers? I think it is about time Clary got her chance to headline the badass and cool front this time around, especially with those rocking heels. (Clothes/heels most likely given to her by Isabelle in episode 1)

4. Simon’s hotness/Hotel Dumort: Don’t worry. This is not Teen Wolf. And Simon won’t become hot. Yet (; (Vampire mojo and all) 

UPDATE: Regarding the Hotel Dumort Scene: Simon is most likely going to be turned a vampire in Season 1, according to this photo, because it is very similar to the scene in COA where the whole gang is in the cemetery, surrounding Simon.  

5. Race-bending cast decisions: I am choosing to not speak so thoroughly about this topic here because I already did in this. Read at your leisure. http://missteetran.tumblr.com/post/121368140739/about-the-camille-casting 

But I’d like to remind the fandom that just because you have an opinion about the cast being racially miscast (or as I like to put it, taking account of what the real world really consists of: multi-cultural people), know that those of you who are complaining about the race thing probably have a limited world view and grew up that way, and should probably keep your opinion to yourselves, because like it or not, the world does not explicitly revolve around white people (and for those comparing white people to the Clave/shadowhunters and minority people to downworlders…fuck you. Because how racist is that. If you’ve read the books, you should know 100% how racist that is, considering how COB, COA, COG revolves around Valentine being extremely prejudice towards downworlders just for their so called disease ridden blood). 

All the other cast members are listed on the Shadowhunters TV show IMDb page. 

Next, let’s talk about some of the plot changes we know SO FAR. 

1. Magnus will own the Pandemonium Club: As some have noticed, but in most TV shows, there is always a center meeting place. I find it unlikely that the Pandemonium Club will be the show’s main center meeting place, for the Institute makes the most sense. Though, it will most likely be switched to Magnus’ apartment in book 5/season 5 and on. I don’t think this is much of an issue because I believe the show wants to establish TEAM GOOD real quickly to help audiences be able to differentiate between who is good and who is bad (considering the addition of downworlders like Camille and Meliorn, downworlders do have an in between gray area) and with all the world building needed for the show, getting this out of the way helps smooth the story. You have to admit, the world building and Raziel this and Mortal Cup that is a lot to keep track of for those who haven’t read the books.  

2. MTV states that they meet up at Pandemonium. They as in Clary and Jace (with Simon). That remains unchanged from the book, but what we know from the videos McG has released on Twitter, that the fight with the blue-haired demon will be changed to a full on battle out in the open in the club. If you want to check out the video, go to McGsWonderland’s Twitter. 

3. Luke is a police officer of NYPD. I believe there is a post surfing around somewhere how this is not much of a stretch from the book and would probably help streamline the story a lot better. Luke is meant to represent as the father figure to Clary/ the gang probably in finding demons and about the mysterious murders (possibly tied to Valentine). 

4. After inspecting the photos of Clary crying with her runny makeup (look at the black clothes/necklace) and her pandemonium outfit in other photos, I have come to the conclusion that Clary will be getting attacked by the demon late at night in her mother’s apartment and her mother will be kidnapped on the same night as the Pandemonium scene. Look at these photos: 

So therefore the episode goes as follows: (based purely on my mediocre detective skills). 

Clary goes to the Brooklyn School of Art, seemingly on a normal day which also happens to be the day of her birthday, (possibly see bits and pieces of downworld because at this point, the glamour spells put on her mind are starting to fade) and goes to Java Jones after school with Simon. There she gets invited or proposes to Simon to go to the all ages club Pandemonium for her birthday. Then Clary will go home to change into these cool black clothes she’s probably picked out the night before and she finds a gift from her mother in the living room. Speed up to later that evening, she’s about to enter the club, when she notices Jace all in black and he notices her looking at him, probably feeling weirded out and alarmed that this mundie girl can see him and Simon is completely confused as well as to why Clary is focusing attentively on what seems to him as just plain air, when Jace approaches Clary, asking her if she can see him, and to be careful…etc. Then when Clary is in the club with Simon trying to enjoy herself, she sees a clubber who seem to have fangs (the vampire clubber listed on IMDb page) and then she sees Izzy, Alec and Jace. Magnus probably appears somewhere in there. Then a fight starts to happen between the shadowhunters and the demons that Izzy has attracted. Clary and Simon run out with all the other people in the club who have run out and then Clary, all frazzled, gets a phone call from her mother telling her not to come home. So of course, Clary goes home and finds her mother gone and her apartment ransacked. She calls Luke at the police station but then the ravener demon then attacks her. She kills it (this is just wishful thinking) and then Jace swoops in and carries her out back to the Institute. When she wakes up, she’s in the Institute surrounded by Jace, Izzy and Alec. And then the episode ends with her all confused. 

That is my theory of how the pilot for the show will be like. Any added thoughts are welcome. 

5. There have been recent rumors from SpoilerTV that we do not know if they are true, but we can still assess them. 

- Elements from City of Ashes will be featured including the introduction of Camille and Meliorn: We already know this with the recent uploads of Vimeo auditions for both those characters.
- Meliorn becomes involved with two characters, using one for information: Most likely Isabelle and I believe the other will be either Magnus (just my mere guess, not confirmed).
- Someone is held hostage by the vampires in an attempt to learn more about the Mortal Cup: Most likely Simon. Though, it is unlikely that Simon will be in rat form for the same issue is with the TV show just as it was with non-rat movie!Simon.
- The City of Bones is visited during an early episode: This is not an issue at all, because in order for the gang to venture out and find some answers, they first go to Clary’s house at the crime scene and then go to the City of Bones to figure out why there is a block on Clary’s mind. This is following the book. 

All in all, I think that the show will most likely be VERY different from the books but I believe the changes will give us something to look forward to and that the character arcs and relationships will stay the same and world building will also stay fairly accurate to the books. 

Please do not send hate or negative thoughts to the cast or crew due to the changes, because most likely whatever you demand from them will not be granted. If you gather many people to support one common thing you want to see in the show such as Izzy’s necklace, possibly it might pop up in the show one way or another. 

If there are any comments or any information you want me to add, please feel free to send me a message through my ask box or leave one after you reblog this post. Also, if you plan on screenshotting any part of this post and posting it on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook, please give me credit from my tumblr. Thanks! 

PS: All photos either from Google or McG’s or Ed Decter’s Twitter.