and embraces his new life

One Night (TG/AP)

              Ever since he turned 16, Matt had become infatuated with his next-door neighbor. Her name was Mrs. Evanston, and she was one hell of a MILF. Matt knew he never had a chance with her, considering she was in her mid-30s with a family and a husband, but the thoughts he had of her would keep him up for hours at night. One day after school, he came across an odd kiosk at the mall that sold various trinkets and talismans. He didn’t believe in magic, but the shopkeeper gave him an old looking coin for free, probably hoping that he would tell his friends at school about the shop. Curiously, the next day the shop had vanished without a trace. He spent a few days examining the coin, trying to find out where it came from, but couldn’t find anything online. Tired of searching, he looked out his bedroom window and saw Mrs. Evanston sitting on her deck in a low-cut shirt. He stared at the coin between his fingers and passively wished that he could spend just one night with her. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the coin begin to heat up before vanishing into a puff of smoke. He was taken aback, but just as it vanished he heard his little brother, Mitch, come into his room.

              “Hey, Matt, can I borrow some video ga- whoa…” Mitch said, feeling a wave of warmth come over him as he walked through the door.

              “You feeling okay, little bro?” he asked, noticing Mitch stammer. “You’re looking kind of pale.”

              “Yeah, your room is just a little warm,” he said, beginning to sweat. “I think I need a drink of wa- ARGH!” he grunted, grabbing his sides. With a series of cracks, Mitch suddenly grew nearly half a foot taller, matching his older brother’s height. Matt winced as he watched his brother’s skeleton crack and pop, his bones shifting beneath his skin as he rapidly grew into an adult. Before either boy could speak, Mitch’s hips popped outwards to childbearing proportions while his shoulders grew slightly broader, giving him a mature and feminine frame. Mitch screamed and held his hands up to his face as his bones finalized their transformation, lengthening his fingers and toes and leaving him with slender, manicured appendages.

              “Matt, what’s happening!?!” Mitch said in a panic. Both boys noticed how mature and womanly Mitch sounded now, but only Matt recognized the voice. It was Mrs. Evanston’s voice, sounding as sultry and seductive as ever, even thought it was coming through his little brother’s changing body. Matt suddenly realized that he had made a wish to be with his dream MILF right before the coin vanished, but he never thought this is how the wish would be fulfilled. He wanted this to stop, he didn’t want to do this to his little brother, but he could only watch in terror as Mitch continued to transform into the MILF next door.

              “Please, Matt, make it sto- OOOOHHHH” he began to moan in ecstasy. He thrust his chest forward was two supple bosoms began to grow from his chest. As the mound of flesh grew, sending unknown pleasures through the young boy’s body, his clothes began to change to fit his new form. His shirt became a bright yellow sweater, opening up at the chest to reveal his growing breasts to his brother. His jeans lengthened to cover his new feminine legs, hugging his curves and tightening around the crotch. His spine arched as the weight on his chest continued to grow, helping him find a new center of balance. Matt stared at his brother’s ample cleavage, both disgusted and aroused. Mitch’s skin had grown so pale and smooth, just like Mrs. Evanston’s, and Matt couldn’t help but want to touch it. Mitch’s feminine moans weren’t helping either. Each breath Mitch took grew heavier, forcing his new breasts to bounce up and down on his chest in rhythm with his moans. Mitch knew this was wrong, but the tingles coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. The pleasure soon tripled as his crotch began to tingle, causing him to moan even louder and grab at his groin.

              “Matt, do something! Help m- OH OH OH!” he screamed as pulses of ecstasy came from his crotch. He felt his jeans tighten and begin to push his boy parts between his legs. He had never felt anything so euphoric. His member began to slip between his legs, moving his guts around as a fertile womb grew in his abdomen and leaving behind a fleshy clit. The new sex between his legs was completely alien to him, and so were the needs it was aching for. He rubbed a feminine hand over his crotch as his member slipped between his new clit with one final pulse of pleasure, causing him to moan and sending new sexual desires through his mature new body. His ovaries pumped estrogen through his body, filling him with a desire to be filled, though he didn’t know with what yet. All he knew was that he had never lusted for anything like this in his life. He looked at his brother, suddenly feeling a wetness in his pants and imagining Matt caressing his body, but tried to fight his new imagination. Matt didn’t want to admit that he was growing aroused by Mitch’s transformation, but as he watched his little brother’s butt inflate into a cute, supple peach shape, he felt his own cock begin to engorge and strain against his pants.

              “Ohhhh…Matt…I don’t know what’s happening…but it feels so goooood…” Mitch said, his voice becoming more seductive with each word. As he spoke, he felt his hair tumble down to his shoulders. Matt watched as his little brother’s hair grew black and wavy, styling itself just like Mrs. Evanston’s. Mitch’s face began to warp, growing softer and older as it became an exact replica of his neighbor’s. Mitch’s eyes grew alluringly big while his nose and mouth became cutely petite. Matt stared in awe at the new woman, his little brother, standing confused in his bedroom. Mitch’s mind began to grow cloudy as he looked over his new body. He felt like he didn’t belong in this house anymore, that he had a different family, and that the boy staring in awe at his wasn’t his older brother anymore. Matt quickly glanced out the window to where Mrs. Evanston was sitting moments ago, but noticed that she had vanished.

              “Matt?” the woman asked, confused. “Who…am…I?”

              “You’re Mitch, my little brother, right? You still in there, little bro?”

              “Little? No…I’m 36…I have two kids…I think?”

              “No, Mitch, fight it!”

              “That name…sounds so familiar…” he said, struggling to remain Matt’s little brother. However, before Mitch could fight anymore, he glanced at the bulge in Matt’s pants and felt the wetness in his crotch begin to intensify. “Oh, Matt, it looks like you’ve got something in your pants…” she said, walking over to the nervous boy sitting at the desk.

              “No, don’t…” Matt stammered, disturbed by the way his little brother was acting, but lusting after the MILF approaching him.

              “It’s okay, Matt, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me,” Mitch said with a wink. As he moved closer to his brother, he couldn’t help but place a hand on Matt’s throbbing member. The feeling of a cock in her hand sent Mitch over the edge, causing him to embrace his new life and let the memories of Mrs. Evanston flood his mind. She remembered her family and her house, but most importantly she remembered her husband. She loved him, but their sex hasn’t been the best recently. She came over to Matt’s house because she always thought he was cute, and she loved the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. The thrill of being looked at like a young woman got her horny in ways that her husband could never fulfill. Thankfully, she was about to make this young boy’s dreams come true, if only for one night. She knew she had to go back to her family the next day, but for the time being, she was going to enjoy her power over her little boy toy.

              “Oh, you’re so cute when you’re nervous. You’re probably a virgin, aren’t you?” She said in her sultry, mature voice. Matt wanted to scream, but he had never been more turned on. She unzipped his pants with one hand and pulled her shirt down with the other, pressing her breasts into the teenager’s face. She teased the head of his cock with her manicured nails and whispered, “I’m about to give you a night your classmates could only wish for…”

6

I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all…

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so,

 in the midsts of watching a hit-or-miss iron fist series and 2 pretty good dave chappelle specials that ruffled alot of feathers, on netflix i started watching this little series known as “Samurai Gourmet.”

based originally on the seinen manga, Nobushi no Gourmet, by Masayuki Kusumi, It features the culinary escapades and active imagination of newly retired Takeshi Kasumi.

After 40 years of slaving in the hustle and bustle of tokyo’s high-tension workforce as a department chief, Takeshi has finally retired at age 60.

He finds himself and his life taking an entirely new direction now that he has been freed from the constraints of the rigidly structured and heavily repressed lifestyle of the average Japanese salaryman. 

a new challenge arises:

what does he do now?
where does he go?
what does he do with himself now that he doesn’t have to work anymore to keep himself busy?

being an avid fan of the sengoku era and the uninhibited reckless bravado of the sword-wielding ronin of that time period, takeshi slowly breaks his modest introverted outward salaryman shell and attempts to personify the mental image of a devil-may-care roughneck samurai in his head, and embrace his new angle life in retirement, through cuisine.

it’s a short great series at 12 episodes long; alot of slice of life feels in here along with some amazing food.

Hallucination!Oswald fic recs

Everybody knows I’m obsessed with hallucination!Oswald. I decided to make a rec list of my fave hallucination!Oswald fics. Mostly because I want people to add to it because I’m desperate for some more. But here are the best ones I’ve read so far: Seriously though, please add your hallucination!Os fic recs to this!! I need more.


“A Ghost of TIme” by @backwardabyss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9921794

Summary: The Riddler wins and wins by day, but loss haunts him at night. Post-3x14 fic in which Edward Nygma grapples with grief, terror, and the ghost of his dead best friend who refuses to obey the physical laws of his usual hallucinations.

Listen up, friends. This is actually my favorite Nygmobblepot fic. I rec it to people all the time. I think of it as like the ultimate hallucination!Oswald fic. So read this. It’s super well-written, a little dark, hot, and just goooooood.


“The Ghost of Us” by @riddlerbird

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10301246

Summary: A recollection of events post Oswald’s death. Edward is trying to embrace his new life as ‘The Riddler’ but is being haunted by a ghost of his past. 

This one is very well-written and lengthy. It also happens to be the only fanfiction that’s made me cry. So just saying, some serious trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts. But this is suchhh a good fic and gives us insight into Ed’s mind post-3x14.


“Could Have Been Real” by @endless-nygmobblepot

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10268438

Summary: The hallucination of former Mayor Cobblepot will disappear from Ed’s life for good, but after he does one more arduous and intimate task for Edward.

Ella wrote this for nygmobblepot week’s sexy theme and boy is it sexy. Definitely on of my fave hallucination!Oswald fics. Read it, guys.


“I’m Not Crazy, I’m Just a Little Unwell” by @dsilza

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10559570

Summary: Weeks after shooting Oswald at the docks, an intrusive hallucination forces Ed to come to terms with his own feelings, whether he wants to or not.

This one is short, hot and fun to read. I prompted this and it was everything I wanted. There’s this line in it that’s “do you ever wonder what if it would be like?” And if that isn’t the hottest thing then I don’t know what is.


“It Worked in Theory” by @rose-for-dead-alice

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10560844

Summary: Ed wants Oswald to leave him alone, the ghost of his dead ex-friend offers some solutions and theories on ways to make him leave for good.

Alright, this one is reallyyyy fun to read. It’s based on a funny post @rose-for-dead-alice made about Ed asking what it’ll take to make him leave and hallucination!Oswald makes suggestions such as kissing him, etc.

Bad Part of Town (TG/AP/RC)

Mark was ecstatic. He had never been to a baseball game, and his father had finally made good on his promise to take Mark into the city to see his first game. In fact, this trip was going to be Mark’s first visit to the big city. He had heard stories about what the city was like, some good and some bad, but they all got him excited for his first big trip to the city. They left for the city a little later than they wanted to and ended up hitting a traffic jam on the way in. Unfortunately, this meant that all the good parking was taken by the time they arrived. They had to park a few blocks away in a private lot, much to his father’s disdain. The lot was in a relatively dangerous part of town, but it was cheap, so the two just decided to get in and out of the baseball stadium as fast as possible.

“Okay, Mark, this part of town is a little sketchy, so just stay close to me and don’t talk to anyone,” his father said. Mark nodded as they parked the car and decided to take a shortcut through some alleyways that led straight to the baseball stadium. As they were walking, Mark overheard a man in baggy clothing shouting something at his father, trying to get his attention.

“Hey, my man, you lookin for a good time? You drop your kid off at the game and come back here, I’ve got some girls in here that’ll get you off in ways you can’t even imagine.”

Mark’s father just ignored him and ushered Mark down the alley faster.

“Don’t listen to him, Mark. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Yo, man, you’ll be back here. I guarantee it,” the man said with a slimy grin. The two walked faster until they were out of earshot of the sketchy looking man. They were about a block away from the stadium when Mark noticed a pearl bracelet laying on the ground. He bent over and picked it up, staring at the shiny white pearls and thinking that it would make a good gift for his mother. His father didn’t slow down enough for him to put it in his backpack, so he slipped it on his wrist and was about to catch up with his dad. As it slipped over his hand, however, he immediately felt it begin to tighten and send pulses of energy through his body. With a sudden yelp of pain, Mark shot upwards and grew to a mature new height of 5’6. His bones snapped and popped into place as his skeleton shifted, leaving him looking mature, if a bit feminine. His father turned around to tell Mark to keep up, but was taken aback by the sight of his son’s new height.

“Daddy, what’s happening to- AH!” Mark screamed as his bones continued to shift. His hips flared out while his shoulders caved slightly inwards, giving him a feminine hourglass figure. His father ran over to him, but was unable to do anything. He felt completely helpless as his son transformed before his very eyes. Mark looked at the bracelet on his wrist as dark skin began to spread across his body, stemming from where the pearls were touching his skin. The smooth, brown skin crept along his body, quickly covering his entire body as it grew silky and hairless.

“Stay calm, Mark. I’ll, uh…I’ll call someone to help…um…oh my god,” his father stammered as he continued to watch his son change. He winced as Mark began to grown, his voice becoming more sultry by the second. He looked at his son’s pants as they began to rip and tear, revealing an expanding ass and thighs beneath. Mark’s ass kept growing, and by the time it finished its inflation he knew, for some reason, that it was bigger and more supple than any white girl’s ass could ever be. His jeans had been torn to shreds, and his ass had grown so large that it popped the button off the front and forced the zipper down past his crotch, revealing his shapely new behind to his father.

“Daddy, please, I just wanna go home…” Mark said with an alluring tone. His father was growing more disturbed by Mark’s new voice and tone, but nothing could prepare him for hearing his son moan in ecstasy as his crotch began to invert itself. Mark screamed in a smoky, sultry voice as unimaginable pleasures began to come from between his legs. He didn’t know what was going on down there, but it felt amazing. His stomach gurgled as his organs shifted around, leaving him with a female reproductive system and a hardened layer of abs to protect it. He felt his core muscles tense as he suddenly remembered a variety of sex moves and positions. While these new memories and thoughts disgusted him, he couldn’t help but moan as the new clit between his legs began to moisten. He rubbed a manicured hand over his crotch, reveling in the feelings his new sex was sending through his body while his father continued to watch in horror.

“OH my, oh fuck, Mark, are you okay? Stay calm, we’ll figure this out…” his father said, struggling to think of who to call.

“I’m trying…OW” Mark yelped as his skull began to crack and shift. His father watched his Mark’s face, the last physical remnant of his son, transformed into that of an urban sex goddess. His lips grew red and plump while his eyes grew wide and layered with eyeshadow. Mark shook his head as flowing black locks tumbled down around his head and past his tiny tank-top. He ran a hand through his silky new hair, admiring its texture and remembering how hard he worked in the mornings to get it just wavy enough. He suddenly let out another scream in pleasure as his chest began to expand. His father watched Mark’s chest as two dark nipples began to poke through the white top. They grew larger by the second, pushed forward by two breasts expanding on his son’s chest.

The pleasure was making Mark’s heart race, and soon he was covered in sweat. His skin took on a sexy sheen as the sunlight bounced off of it. He looked down at his new female body, still unsure of what he had become and continually trying to fight off the new urges leaking into his mind. He felt a little off balance with the new weight hanging off his chest, but with a final crack his spine caved in and gave him a sexual, feminine arch.

“Mark? Are you okay?”

“Daddy? What’s, ugh, what happened? Why do I look like…some hoe?” Mark said, surprising both his father and himself. His accent now sounded distinctly urban, but with a sultry and alluring flare.

“I don’t know, but maybe we can go to, uh, the hospital. Maybe they’ll know what to do…”

“Okay, s-shit!” Mark yelped as a belly button piercing materialized in his core. “No! Daddy, make it stop! I keep having these weird thoughts…I can’t fight them!”

“Okay, okay, it’s gonna be fine…” his father trailed off as he watched tattoos appearing on Mark’s body. Mark felt a tingle on his skin as ink appeared beneath the surface. A line of tattoos running down the side of his body began to appear, ending with a Superman logo materializing on his ass. The tingling sensation caused him to remember getting those tattoos. He remembered the tattoo parlor on 7th street that he visited often. The artist there was super hot, and he specifically began to remember the way the tattoo artist grabbed and massaged his ass as he was getting that Superman tattoo. No! This was all wrong! He didn’t know where 7th street was, he had never been to the city! And he was a boy, he had a crush on…a girl…in school, right? No, he remembered dropping out of school and working the streets. He was a…hooker?

“Daddy, I’m remembering all these things…like dancing on poles…and hugging…no, fucking guys…and I give a mean blowjob…and…I remember that I’m a hooker?”

His father was speechless. He didn’t know what to do, or what he did to deserve this.

“No, Mark, no! You’re my son! C’mon, we’re going to the hospital!”

“Wha…” Mark said, beginning to forget who the man in front of him was. “Who are you? You seem so familiar, but…”

“Mark! It’s me! Your father!” he screamed.

The memories of working the streets and fucking countless men were taking over Mark. His pussy began dripping as the memories of sex grew more vivid. He loved this city, because he could make it on the streets on his own. He made bank, and was even able to afford an apartment in the gentrified part of town. That’s how good he…no, she was at her job. She looked at the panicked man in front of her and felt like she should go with him for some reason, but soon her pimp came storming down the alley shouting at the guy.

“Hey, Odessa! Is this mothafucka bothering you?”

Hearing that name awakened something in Mark’s mind. The name Odessa replaced Mark in every sector of his head, leaving him to fully embrace his new life and occupation. Guys were paying thousands of dollars just to touch her body, and she knew that every time she came it would feel better than any orgasm the guys she fucked could feel. Odessa smiled and turned to her pimp, waving him off.

“Nah, nigga, be cool. He just wants some of what I got to offer…” she said in a commanding fashion, turning back to face Mark’s father.

“Aight, aight, but holla if he starts fuckin with you. And you,” he said, looking at Mark’s father, “I told you you’d be back…HA!” He walked back to his post, chuckling as he went.

Odessa leaned in to the terrified man in front of her and whispered, “I don’t know what’s got you shook, honey, but if it makes you feel any better, I can call you daddy.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and traced his jawline with a manicured nail. “First time is free.” She beckoned him to a door in the alleyway, swaying her massive hips and ass with each sensual step. The man followed her, still pale and in shock, wondering if there was any way to get his son back. Odessa, seeing the raging boner pressing up against his pants, had other plans in mind.

sad dirk headcanon time

so in episode 5 when todd’s putting bright pink plasters on dirk’s scratched up face, dirk looks disappointed and wistful and asks ‘why did they have to be pink?’ kinda sadly. this just seemed a lil odd to me, considering dirk obvs has a thing for bright colours and is anything but hyper-masculine

likely reason: dirk just isn’t a fan of pink, it’s not his colour, whatever

my sad reason: dirk associates pink with bad things

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Chameleon [part 1]

Synopsis: [in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Masterlist

This is my first Marvel fanfiction. The storyline and the time are different, some characters weren’t supposed to be there, others are out… Hope you guys like it.
P.S.: You will start seeing more drama and action from chapter 3. Still, the first two chapters are very important.


You weren’t used to be around superheroes. You saw them on tv whenever the news had amateur’s footage of the Avengers’ act of justice around the country and even the world. It was the closest you got from an Avenger before, seeing them through a tv screen in some heroic situation.

But this time was different. You were right there, in front of the national idols, the role models for the kids and teenagers of America. You wanted to feel somehow amazed by that, maybe thankful to have the opportunity to be right there and then with them in the reunion’s room. But you didn’t. You were thinking too much and getting scared of what was to come, it was when Fury introduced you to the team.

“No more procrastination, this is Y/N and she is now one of us. One of you.”
Nobody seemed to understand how could anyone like you be any good to be an Avenger.

Your looks didn’t reveal much about you, there was nothing apparently ‘bizarre’ or heroic about you. You seemed just like a young woman, a regular civilian, nothing very special to be with them. But you were choosen by Nick Fury what made the team give you some respect even if they still didn’t know what were the goods you were bringing to their cause.

“Y/N is going to get a room on the 13th floor.” Your ‘mentor’ pronounced himself once again. “She is also going to train with your guys. For that, I already arrenged her schedule; I want her with you, agent Romanoff. I know you can have this responsibility in your hands.- Stark,” he called the genius that imediatly regretted being in this room if he only knew that Nick was going to ask anything.

“Let’s start working on some technology for our Y/N here.” Fury touched your shoulder in a caring way but never letting down his leader’s attitude.

“For that I’ll need to know what this teenager has to offer…” Tony Stark gave you a mean look, way too curious about your skills. You didn’t care about that, but the way he called you a teenager already built a wall between the two of you. You were no teenager, you were no little 'non harmful’ girl. They didn’t know anything about you. Maybe only Nick.

“I don’t need your technologies. I’ll be fine on my own skin.” Your words caught their attentions and Nick was happy to see what you got to say.

Natasha on the other hand wasn’t so pleased to know she would train you. Well, who were you in the first place? Agent Romanoff wouldn’t help anyone she didn’t know- but she had to, because she trusted Fury and all of the Avengers had this commitment with him. Trust. That’s what being a superhero was all about.

“Captain” the blue eyed man had a serious look towards the both of you, his perfect posture and clenched jaw were things you you took notice of. “May you show Y/N the accommodation is?”

The man nodded. You never thought in your entire life that you would have Captain America to show you around the Avengers’ accommodation while Tony Stark had a massive discussion with Nick Fury in the reunions room. It was comic to you, not so much to the other avengers.


“This is where we train. You’ll spend a lot of time in here with Natasha.” Steve’s serene voice was much better than his serious face from minutes ago. He was trying his best to embrace you in this whole new phase in your life even though all he knew about you was your name.

“Do you know how to throw a punch?” he asked somehow lightning up the mood. He was Captain America but he felt a little intimidated by your mysterious vibe. Who would even think of that? Surely not you.

“I prefer having a strategy, a plan, than to actually throw punchs. But if that’s what you want, I guess I’ll do my best to physically hurt someone.” your words.

Gosh, how scary you were for a girl that looked so angelical and saint. This wasn’t right to his eyes. Steve didn’t expect Fury to bring an amateur to the team, but neither he expected a strategist to join them. He thought you would be more of a physical fighter like everyone else.

Steve was wrong, everybody was wrong. They didn’t know you. You didn’t feel like you were anything like them, but someone completly original, authentic. There wasn’t anyone else like you out there, with the same powers, same life path…

How did you get there though? How did Nick find you? You were so well hidden from the world, from the big city, the villains, the criminals, the people like you and like Fury.

You shook your head before your thoughts turned into words and out of your mouth. Steve looked at you curious and concerned. He had a soft side that told him to take care of you. Nothing unusual for our Steve Rogers.

The captain led your way out of the gym. Both of you walked around the accomodation and he had all the patience to explain to you what every room was for. Sometimes he didn’t know what some of the doors would lead to, but he surely knew they were more of Bruce and Tony’s science labs.

“And this is your new room. I hope you like it. It’s not so fancy but has a nice view.” He pointed to the window where you could see the city from a very hgh level. New York, what a place.

“If you excuse me.” Rogers was making his way out of your room leaving you alone with the beautiful sunset.

After the door was closed, you let out a relieved sigh. This wasn’t going to be any easy. You didn’t feel like a superhero yourself, but you were making it for something important, for someone who trusted you, for your country and everybody else who was on the aim of getting hurt, killed…

You were an Avenger now, even if the other memebers still didn’t accept you completely. Although you felt Rogers having a positive first impression about you and this being important to gain the respect of the others, you knew that whenever they learned what were your 'superpowers’, things wouldn’t be so easy on you.

Dinner time.


Next: Part 2

A/N: If you wanna use the tag #Chameleon on this blog, you will keep up with all the chapters I’ll be posting from now. Don’t forget to leave some feedback. 

-Pearl Writer

Coming in 2018 ...

There may be a couple of months left in 2017, but we’re already looking at 2018. So, how about a sneak peek at our first three titles for the upcoming  year?

In January, Zane Riley returns with the third and final chapter of his beloved Go Your Own Way series, When It’s TimeAfter overcoming obstacles to come together in high school, Will Osborne and Lennox McAvoy now face the challenges of a long-distance relationship. As Lennox embraces his promising new life and rediscovers old family, Will searches for a future of his own that won’t tear them apart.

February features the debut writing team Tom Wilinsky & Jen Sternick with the contemporary romantic YA, SnowsistersHigh school students—Soph, who attends private school in Manhattan, and Tess, a public school student who lives on a farm in New Hampshire—are thrown together as roommates at a writing conference and discover unexpected truths and about friendship, their craft, and how to open their hearts to love. From Duet Books.

In March, Taylor Brooke’s Camellia Clock Cycle continues with Curved Horizon: Picking up a few weeks after the conclusion of Fortitude Smashed. Daisy and Chelsea try find a way to transform their friendship into something more, while Shannon and Aiden celebrate their one-year anniversary and deal with a horrific accident that puts Shannon’s life at risk. 

Stay tuned as we unveil more titles, including debuts, series, and sequels—and a few cover reveals!

Vacation Forever (TG/AP)

              Mitch was on vacation with his family on the beach. They had been saving up for a Hawaii vacation for a few years now, and they even pulled Mitch out of school for a week to take this vacation. They had been staying in a beachside hotel for a few days now, but Mitch was already thinking about having to go back to school in a few days and he was growing depressed. One sunny day, while his parents fell asleep tanning on the beach, he walked down the shoreline and stared out at the ocean. He never wanted to leave this place, but short of running away, he knew he would have to go back home eventually. While walking along the beach, he came across a young man skipping seashells across the ocean. He tried to walk by without being noticed, but the man turned and beckoned Mitch over.

              “Hey, you lost?” he asked with a slight islander accent.

              “No,” Mitch replied. “My family is back on the main beach, but I just wanted to be alone for a while and appreciate this place. This is my first time seeing the ocean. It’s beautiful.”

              “Yes. Yes it is.” He replied. “You’re not from here?”

              “No,” Mitch said sadly. “I wish I was though. I wish I never had to leave this place.”

              “Hmm. Maybe I can help with that,” the man said with a smirk. He pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it at Mitch. Surprised, Mitch didn’t have time to react and the object hooked itself into Mitch’s hair.

              “Whoa, what is this?” he asked.

              “Oh, just a souvenir to help you remember the island…” the man said with a sinister tone. Mitch reached up to pull it out of his hair, but as he raised his hand he noticed that his hand looked far more tan than usual. The tan color quickly spread across his body, covering him in smooth, olive skin.

              “What the he- ack!” Mitch screamed as his body began to grow. His spine cracked beneath his skin as he rapidly gained height. His shoulders popped outwards as his hips expanded, growing into a mature feminine frame. He looked down at his tan body as it continued to grow, becoming muscular and toned as it matured. His legs extended as his thighs thickened, squeezing his boy parts and making him uncomfortable. The man looked over Mitch’s changing body, impressed with how the boy was turning out.  Mitch’s spine cracked again as his chest was forced outwards, throwing him off balance and causing cute dimples to appear right above his butt. He felt his nipples beginning to change, growing larger and more sensitive as they darkened and protruded out of his chest. The man splashed some ocean water on Mitch, causing him to let out a feminine moan as the water ran down his changing chest. With a sudden burst, two supple mounds of flesh grew out of his chest and hung freely, jiggling as Mitch gasped in shock. He reached up to cup them with his hands and cooed as they sent a ticklish pleasure through his body. He couldn’t help giving his breasts another squeeze, moaning again at the feeling, but quickly looked back at the man who was doing this to him.

              “Wha- what’s happening to me?” He said in a panicked female voice.

              “You said you wanted to stay here forever. I live here, and I’m looking for a wife. Sounds like a win-win to me, kid.” The man continued to ogle Mitch as his transformation progressed. Mitch’s eyes widened in terror as the man spoke. He didn’t want to give up his old life for this. He especially didn’t want to be a girl, let alone some random guy’s wife. He wanted to scream, but as he looked at the man again, he couldn’t help but notice how attractive the man looked. He had long, flowing hair, and an extremely cut body. For some reason, Mitch suddenly knew that the man was a professional surfer. Snapping out of it, Mitch turned and tried to run back to his parents, but he felt the man grab his arm before he could escape.

              “Whoa, you’re not done yet,” the man said as he teased one of Mitch’s new breasts. Mitched couldn’t help but moan, and as he did, he felt the man scoop him off the ground and lay him onto the shore. The man was strong, and for some reason feeling the man’s muscles against his body was making him excited in ways he’d never been before. Mitch felt the waves roll up and break against his butt, causing his butt to inflate and shape itself into an ass that would make any woman jealous. The man lightly slapped Mitch’s growing ass, causing Mitch to reluctantly blush. He knew this wasn’t right. He liked girls, he was a boy, and this guy was a total stranger. As the ocean water rushed up his swimsuit and covered his groin, he felt another strange sensation beginning to come from his crotch. The waves continued to force water up his swim trunks, and with each wave he felt his member retract further into his body. With one final crash, his member shot upwards into his abdomen, leaving him with a fully female reproductive system and a tight, soaking pussy. He moaned as his genital transformation completed, his new sex sending alien pleasures coursing through his body. The man felt Mitch shiver in ecstasy and knew that the transformation was almost complete.

              “Almost done, honey.” He said, leaning in and brushing Mitch’s growing hair out of his face. Mitch’s eyes widened as he made eye contact with the man, a look of fear appearing on Mitch’s face as he tried to fight the final changes. He felt his hair grow far past his shoulders and into the water. The tide swirled his lengthening hair around his body, tickling his back as it danced. His face shifted and cracked, becoming that of a native islander while growing both mature and beautiful.

              “There you go,” the man said alluringly as Mitch’s physical transformation completed. “Now, let’s make this marriage official.”

              “Please, this isn’t what I wante- whoa!” Mitch screamed as the man ripped off Mitch’s swim trunks. Mitch looked down at his new vagina, admiring how smooth and tight it was. He knew it was wrong, but memories of shaving and waxing his body began to flood his mind. The man tore off his own shorts too, revealing a surprisingly thick cock. Mitch watched the man’s cock engorge, mesmerized and terrified by its growth. He knew what was coming next and almost welcomed it, though parts of his mind were still trying to fight. He was about to scream one last time for his parents, but as he opened his mouth the man thrust his massive dick into Mitch’s pussy. Mitch screamed, but not in terror. A pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt washed over his body like the ocean tide. He closed his eyes and moaned as the man continued to thrust in and out, filling him in ways that he didn’t know he wanted to be filled. As the man’s cock filled his new sex, Mitch found it harder and harder to fight the new memories entering his mind. This man was his husband, and they had just been married a few days ago. He went to school and recently graduated from the University of Hawaii. That’s where he met Brody, his husband. But, this was..wrong.

              “No! Please!” Mitch screamed between moans. “My…my family…my friends…”

              “Baby, we’re family now! Your friends all came to the wedding!” Brody said as he continued to thrust.

              “No…more…” Mitch said, struggling to remember who he was. Brody leaned in closed enough for Mitch to feel his breath on his face. Brody was so cute and so nice, but he was a boy, and Mitch was just a kid. Mitch moved his hands down his body, as if he was going to push Brody off of him, but Brody just smiled and said:

              “Mai, I love you.”

              Mitch’s mind was flooded with the name Mai. Memories of a different childhood, different parents, and a different life replaced his own. He tried to fight it, but as Brody locked lips with him, he returned the favor and embraced his new life. The new girl leaned in to the kiss and shot her tongue into his mouth, passionately teasing his tongue as their lips rubbed against each other. He pulled back as she moaned louder. “More!” she screamed, closing her eyes as she approached her climax. With a few final thrusts, Brody and Mai both orgasmed together. Mai moaned as she felt her lover’s cum explode into her, leaving a warm, soothing feeling in her pussy. Brody pulled his dick out and quickly washed it off in the ocean before laying next to his beautiful wife. The looked each other in the eye as he brushed her hair out of her face. She smiled, basking in the glow of both the sun and her lover’s embrace. She looked down the beach and saw some tourists getting up to leave. She giggled at the thought of them watching her and Brody fuck, but that’s what she loved about the beach. She had never felt more free. After a few more minutes laying in the water, the couple got up and began to walk back to Brody’s house. As they walked back to the house, Mai thought about the bit of cum still dripping out of her pussy. She rubbed her belly and smiled at Brody, wondering what kind of father Brody would be, and what kind of mother she would be.

Time and then some- Sherlock x Reader |Part three|

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Sherlock sighs, smiling, the light of the sun shinning down through the trees. Clear skies, cool breeze –perfect day. England wasn’t much for days like these, they’re quite rare. So are days where he could be…. ordinary. Because here he was, sitting in a park, under the shade of an old oak tree, the air clean and crisp. He was enjoying the things around him, the things he rarely had the time to.
A soft laugh from next to him pulls Sherlock from his daze, “Perfect day isn’t it?” Molly sat next to him, Sherlock nods smiling gently at the girl as she fiddled with the dark blue blanket below them. “Indeed,”
“You know… ” Molly begins, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear, “I didn’t think I’d get you to come, you’re always so busy.”
Sherlock chuckles, “I am never too busy for you, Molly,” he says fondly. Raising a hand to cup her cheek, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her lips. When Sherlock breaks away from the kiss, and he opens his eyes, Molly was gone and he was no longer sitting under an oak tree. It was dark and cold, very cold. “Molly?” he calls out to the darkness around him, “Molly!” and then heard it, quiet sobs echoing out. Sherlock quickly follows the sound slowing to a stop as the sounds get clear, sitting on the ground not to far from him was a woman. But he knew it wasn’t Molly, it couldn’t be her. He knew this girl, but from where, his subconscious mind could not recall.
“…Y/n?” he calls, finally recognizing her, taking a small step forward, “Y/n.”
The air around him becomes still and eerie quiet as the girl looks up. Then he notices, the dress she was wearing was soaked crimson. “Are you going to kill me too?” she asks, slowly getting up. “What?”
“You killed her, and you’re going to kill me too.”
“No–Y/n. You must understand. I couldn’t control it – it was an accident.” Sherlock says quickly, reaching out to her, but she pulls away, a look of fear and disgust masking her features. “Stay away from me. Murderer! Monster!” she shouts turning and running away from him. The words echoing around him loudly, Sherlock tightly closes his eyes.

No, no, No!

Sherlock opens his eyes, sighing loudly as the ceiling of his bedroom greets him. He looks over at the curtains that were drawn closed, the sun was setting now. It was a dream, nothing more. He had always dreamt of things he’s done in the past, of his friends and sometimes a life he could’ve had. Some of them were usually pleasant, though reoccurring, Sherlock never gets tired of them, it was his escape from his own hell.
But this dream was new, the last bit of it, Y/n was never apart of his dreams until now. To see her in that manner, to hear the words he never wanted to hear come from her, it’s frightening. It was frightening and Sherlock didn’t know why.
He had never meant for it to happen, with Molly, it just did. There was a time, he tried to forget what he had became, tried to ignore his new nature. Ignore his only means of survival, the thirst had became too much then. He thought that maybe he could’ve stopped himself, prevent it all from happening, but he couldn’t stop, and he drunk too much.
He tries to forget it sometimes, what he did. But when you’ve lived for this long, you realize there’s no forgetting anything. Sherlock watches as the light of the sun disappear from behind his dark curtains before getting up from his bed. 


It’s about time he paid his brother a visit 



“Hello brother mine, to whom do I owe the pleasure?” Mycroft sat behind his desk of his home office, Sherlock was sitting in the chair opposite him. “A dream of mine,”
He hasn’t been to his brother’s in a very long while, preferring to keep his distance. Unlike Sherlock, Mycroft more embraced his new life style, and some what continued living human, he had worked his way up the secret service and secured his place as Government official and head of M-16. Though he does all his work from home and no one questions his methods.
Mycroft raises an eyebrow, placing his folded hands on the dark brown desk, “It took a dream for you to come see me?” he questions, sounding amused.
Mycroft,”
The older Holmes sighs, suddenly serious, “Which was it this time? The same one as last?”
Sherlock sighs, no longer sure if he wanted to tell him anymore. Questions will surely arise, “Yes, and at the same time, no.” Mycroft leans back in his chair, watching his brother carefully, “How so?”
Sherlock takes a breath, going silent for a moment, “There was a girl, not Molly, a different girl.” he begins unsurely, tapping his fingers against his knee. The dream still troubled him, he found it very hard to place at the back of his mind, her words hurt him. Even though it was only his mind putting image to his fears. Mycroft narrows his eyes a little, his eyebrows furrowing, “Who is she?”
“No one you should concern yourself with, Mycroft.” Sherlock says, setting his jaw. Realisation dawns upon the eldest Holmes features, of course. Sherlock avoided his gaze completely, “Her humanity is what you care for Sherlock, not her. Humanity’s innocence. Something you do not posses,”

“Enough, Mycroft. Please.” Sherlock sighs, he was wrong, he cares for this girl, though he has yet still to find out why that is. And, even if it’s to come to that (Sherlock doubts it ever will), It’s one thing, to take her. It’s completely another to take her from her life, her family. To take her humanity, it is something he can’t do, he will not do it. Because, Sherlock knows what it’s like for your life to be forcefully ripped away from you, to have to carry on and live like this. He had friends too, a girl he once loved as well. But that was ages ago.

“You can’t be with her Sherlock, you know this. Not unless –”

No, Mycroft, that is out of the question.”

Perhaps he was just lonely, it tends to happen most days. Maybe it’s only that, the reason why she was on his mind so much, the reason why he craved her presence. Sherlock runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment, deciding that a change of subject would do them both some good. “By the way, Mycroft –”
“–Yes, yes. I know, you’ve ran out. It’s by far the only reason you ever come to see me,”
Sherlock raises an eyebrow, scoffing at his brother, “Now that’s not entirely true, we did talk,” Mycroft purses his lips, rolling his eyes as he got up to leave the room. Leaving Sherlock to his thoughts, which, by the way was a scrambled mess. He haven’t much to think about, he tried to think about the first part of his dream from last night, the part that involved Molly. Sometimes he thought he would’ve forgotten her, what she looked like or her behaviour. But his mind never allows it, he was forever plagued by the memory of her, sweet, Molly Hooper.
“Sherlock.”
Sherlock blinks, looking up at his brother who was standing next to him, holding a medium sized cooler. “Sorry,” he stands, taking the cooler from his brother’s fingers. “There’s enough for two weeks,” Mycroft informs, watching Sherlock carefully. Sherlock thanks his brother quietly, turning to leave, “Oh, Sherlock,” Mycroft calls, causing Sherlock to look over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “You know our rules, you can’t see her,”


“My Dearest Sherlock, what’s the occasion?” Sherlock closes his eyes for a moment, and sighs. Sitting in his chair was a man he once knew as his enemy, for the centuries that passed the two have gotten over their senseless feud.
How is it that Moriarty is here you may wonder, lets just stay that he stuck his nose in a place where it most definitely didn’t belong. They however, found a way to co-exist, now, they were nothing more than acquaintances, but Sherlock likes to think of him like a headache.

“You do realize you’re in my flat, I should be asking you what the occasion is,” Sherlock says, moving to close the door behind him, “What do you want, Jim?”
“A little Bird whistled in my ear, Sherlock. It said that you found yourself a pet, she’s quite pretty,”
“Shut up, Moriarty. Leave her out.” Jim smiles, taking a sip from a champagne glass filled with blood. Sherlock narrows his eyes, knowing that Jim had helped himself to his stock. “You know Sherlock, she is human, she’ll fade away like dust.”
Get out.” Sherlock seethes, pointing to the door. Moriarty sighs, shaking his head slowly before finishing his glass and getting up. “Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.” Moriarty tsks, “Eventually, you’ll kill her. People like us, Sherlock. We don’t get the happy endings, we don’t get the ordinary things. There’s only one way this can continue, you know.”
“No. Get out.”


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anonymous asked:

How different do you think the Majin arc would of turned out for Vegeta if Bra was alive at the time.

Ummm…

I have no idea.

I think Vegeta was really confused during that time in his life, and I believe Goku coming back to Earth and awakening old emotions didn’t help. I guess it’s hard to imagine him having Bra at the time because he was probably still getting used to being a father to Trunks (we know they used to train together and he even promised to take him to the park, so they were close to some extent).

If Bra has Vegeta wrapped around her little finger, like I think she will, perhaps having her around would have made him act in a very different way back then, but I think Vegeta probably wasn’t ready emotionally for another child at the time.

My personal headcanon is that Vegeta actually wanted Bra for many reasons. We know at the beginning of Super Bulma tells him he’s been a different man ever since the whole Buu nightmare ended, so he’s probably making amends and also finally embracing his new life on Earth, and a new child with his wife would be a big part of that, so I think Bra was born at the right time in Vegeta and Bulma’s life.

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[BLCD Review] Links

Title: Links
Author: Kizu Natsuki
Release date: 2016/01/29
Genre: Slice of life/Drama

Cast
Murata Taishi as Shibata
Maeno Tomoaki as Sekiya
Nojima Hirofumi as Akiha
Hatano Wataru as Yahiko
Furukawa Makoto as Kameda
Hanae Natsuki as Ogigawa
Saitou Souma as Nakajou
Shingaki Tarusuke Sato
Tamaru Atsushi as Sato’s brother

For pairings, see below the cut.

Warnings: Induces feels like nobody’s business
H-level: 3/5 (kissing, semi-explicit sex scenes, emotions definitely makes the scenes)

Summary:
The lives of four men are linked together, and by extension their lovers, too. Bound by the weight of loss, these men struggle to move forward, uncertain what lies beyond hurt and grief.

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wishiwould  asked:

5 The Predator

Short opinion: Nothing can make you hate Visser One quite like reading this book. 

Long opinion:

Although he can be loud, and obnoxious, and can take a joke waaaaay too far, Marco also might be the most adult member of the team as of the beginning of the series.  After all, this book opens with its 13-year-old protagonist buying groceries for his family using a budget he balanced himself, with every intention of going home and cooking dinner for both himself and his dad.  Not only does Marco take care of his dad, he treats that caretaking as a fact of life.  He might whine and joke about it, but he also stops in the middle of that process to save some random stranger getting beaten up in an alleyway.  (In the same situation, one could imagine Jake deciding that the risk to the team was too great for it to be worth morphing, Rachel or Tobias planning out some elaborate revenge scheme, and Cassie or Ax waiting for the situation to blow over before offering the victim help.)  Marco might be a little ruthless, and kind of a brat at times, but he also understands how the world works in a way that most kids his age—including his teammates—do not.  

Edna St. Vincent Millay has a poem, “Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies,” that makes the point better than ever I could: childhood ends with the first major loss in one’s life.  Adulthood begins with the understanding of death and grief and mortality that can only come from a world-shattering loss of a loved one.  Marco has to assume a lot of very literal and very mundane adult responsibilities at a young age—he is essentially acting as the head of his household in the absence of a competent parent—but he also has a brutally realistic understanding of death in a way that no one else* does.  Right from the first moment that Tobias suggests the Animorphs should get involved in the war, up through Marco’s decision to quit midway through this book, he has asserted the same point over and over: that death is very, very real and will find them if they fight this war.  He’s correct, of course, since by the end of the war they’ve not only lost Rachel but also James and Collette and Jara Hamee and David and hundreds of foot soldiers and loved ones.  

Other people have commented on the skill with which Applegate portrays the horror of the ants, and the ongoing motif of Marco being the weakest morpher (and also the one who stays the closest to human, with the only primate battle morph on the team), but the other moment from this book that I think is really important for the character is when Marco wakes up from a nightmare about The Lobster Incident, and his dad treats it as more or less routine.  Rachel and Cassie and Jake all get some combination of concern and shock from their families when they start showing signs of PTSD, but Marco’s dad doesn’t seem surprised at all.  That suggests to me that Marco is already dealing with a lot of negative mental health experiences as a result of Eva’s loss, well before he ever gets dragged into the bloody life-destroying hell of war.  

Marco can see where they’re all going, well before Jake and Ax lose their idealism or Rachel and Tobias lose their war-hawk tendencies (pun not intended).  He has already spotted the bright, clear line from Point A (six idiot teenagers charging off to save the world) to Point B (two teenagers dead in battle, one totally disengaged from her friends, and three rushing off on a suicide mission to combat depression).  It’s not cowardice that keeps him out of the fight at first, the way Tobias accuses, and it’s not selfishness, the way Rachel says.  It’s the calm, certain awareness that they are definitely in over their heads.  

When Marco does tell Jake he’s quitting—and Jake takes the news with his usual airbender calm—he gives a very specific reason.  He says, “a year from now I don’t want my dad going to leave flowers at two graves,” which is such a gut-punch of a line because it tells us that Marco has already pictured that exact scene (#5).  Marco understands exactly how it would play out if he did, in fact, die in the war.  When Marco says that he refuses to throw his life away because his loss would destroy his dad, he’s making a hugely adult decision with a degree of empathy and horrible pragmatism that none of the others have yet learned by force.  None of the others really seem to give much thought to their own deaths.  Cassie lightly dismisses her parents’ and friends’ concerns when she is (apparently) dead, first in #19 when she and Aftran/Karen disappear into the woods, and again in #44 when she takes an involuntary vacation to Australia.  Rachel struggles to wrap her head around her own death even as she goes into the battle that will cost her her life (#54).  Jake, Tobias, and Ax never really seem to think about it at all, unless Jake is looking to throw himself heroically between Crayak’s Hessian bullet and his friends.  Marco has calculated the possibility of his own death, played out scenarios in his mind, and concluded that that outcome is unacceptable based on a very personal degree of experience with exactly what death means for those left behind.  

And then, of course, we get to the final sequence of the book.  And Marco gets this enormous heap of revelation dumped on his head: all of his own grief, all of his father’s devastation, all of the myriad ways that Eva’s loss destroyed his life… is all a lie.  Marco’s entire existence—suburban house, brilliant engineer dad, gruffly affectionate mom, best friend two doors down, comfortable certainty in his universe, clear role among his friends and classmates—exploded into nothingness the day that the Coast Guard pulled an empty sailboat onto the local pier.  And it wasn’t horrible happenstance, it wasn’t a cosmic accident, it wasn’t a disaster at all.  It was a deliberate decision on the part of a yeerk who couldn’t be bothered to play the role of an ordinary mom anymore when she could instead move on to better things.  Visser One lived in their house, ate at their table, kissed Marco goodnight, and chose to destroy that all.  Marco doesn’t even know for sure anymore—not for a long time—how many of his memories are actually of his mother, and how many are of the imposter.  

But Eva’s mere existence, there on the Blade ship as a convenient tool in the middle of an arms race between Visser Three and Visser One, means that Marco also has the chance to go back.  Once he knows she’s out there, he knows that he has the chance to undo that terrible life-shattering event.  There is a chance that he can bring her home.  That he can give his dad new life.  And so Marco embraces that chance, even though he still knows perfectly well that the war will probably cost him his life.  

*I’ll save my rant about how we get such beautifully terrible depictions of Jake’s grief for Tom and Rachel, and Marco’s grief for Eva, but almost nothing on what it felt like for Ax to lose Elfangor, for another time.  

babylonqaf  asked:

Any chance I could ask for a jealous Raphael who is very tired of his Simon spending his time with the Shadowhunters? I love your stories on AO3 (even those there's only two, they're really good!) and I'm absolute trash for Saphael, especially for jealous!Raph ^.^

Sorry this took a little longer than usual. I hope you enjoy it because I sure did. Jealous!Raph is my jam. Also yes join us in the Saphael trash heap, we are very welcoming of new members to add to the pile. 

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Raphael knows he needs to be patient with the fledgling. Knows that if he wants him to stick around he needs to give him a reason to. But it’s not like Simon ever makes it easy. Raphael thinks he purposely messes up, purposely rambles through half of his training sessions, he purposely gets on Raphael’s nerves.

Which isn’t hard to do but with Simon it’s different. He annoys the shit out of Raphael but the dumbass has gotten under his skin at the same time. Raphael worries about him when he leaves on ‘walks’. He actually listens to his rambles. Goddammit he didn’t absolutely eviscerate the twerp for ruining his jackets. If it had been anyone else Raphael would have given them a hard time. But Simon’s different for some reason. He makes Raphael think differently.

What an asshole.

xxxx

“Where are you going” Raphael asks after their training session. He tries to sound casual but Simon’s got that look on his face. That look is the ‘Clary just texted me’ look.  Raphael knows it all too well.

“I’m headin’ out, I’ll be back before sunrise I promise and I wont start war with the Clave and blah blah blah blah. Y'know the speech by now” Simon says dismissively, eyes still glued to his phone.

“You should stick around. We are your family now” Raphael says, biting back  'and not those shadowhunters’. Simon gives him a tight lipped smile. “Sorry, duty calls”.

Raphael pretends he’s not as hurt by that as he is.

Simon goes as always. He makes it back before sunrise, as always. He’s considerably more haggard than he when he left, as always. Raphael says nothing to him …. as always.

xxxx

“Liked the way you handled yourself in this negotiation,  stick around”

“I’m ambassador to the werewolves it’s very .. time consuming”

“Let me take that burden off your shoulders, as of now you’ve been recalled. You’re adviser to the interim chapter president”

Simon looks as if he’s going to start an argument.

“Don’t complain. My new adviser has to stay here”

“It’s okay” Simon says to Clary. “Just go. Really”

“Thank you” The shadowhunter says, placing a kiss on Simon’s cheek. 

Raphael feels odd, like someone is poking him in the gut, he tries to push the feeling down, now is really not the time. “Both of you”.

Then she’s gone but Simon is still there. For some reason it doesn’t feel as right as Raphael imagined it would.

“That was unnecessary” Simon says the moment he’s sure Clary’s gone.

“Keeps you out of Shadowhunter business” Raphael replies with a shrug, trying not to be too defensive.

“No, it keeps you out of the Claves eye” Simon throws back before running from the room.

Raphael lets out a pained sigh. Dios he was getting no where with the fledgling.

xxxx

It’s one of the rare nights Simon sticks around and actually fulfills his duties as adviser to the interim chapter president. Mostly he argues with him on the decisions he’s making before Raphael sends him away. He can almost hear Magnus laughing at his failed attempts to make Simon accept his new life. Every time he feels like he’s making progress it always ends up being a dead end.

But rare nights like these happen. Where Simon isn’t exactly quiet but he’s not arguing with him on every single detail. He mostly just accompanies Raphael on whatever business he has to attend to, prattling away the whole while about mundane pop culture. Raphael knows for a fact that Simon thinks he doesn’t listen but he stores away the knowledge for later.

“.. and then there’s what I think is the best scene in the movie. I mean most people would argue it’s the float scene but I will defend Cameron destroying the car until I die…. well I technically already did that since I’m already dead but still!”

This is the third movie Simon has described that night. He says he’s educating Raphael on the ways of 'John Hughes’. It starts because Raphael had briefly mentioned seeing Breakfast Club and it spiraled from there. So far he’s gotten a 'Simon Synopsis’ on Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, now he’s on Ferris Beullers Day Off.

Simon gets cut off in the middle of describing 'the most unnecessary yet greatest chase scene in any teen movie ever’ by the door of Raphael’s study being blown open. Lily comes with a bleeding Henry sagging against her. Raphael’s up like a shot, panic flooding him but he tries to stay calm.

“What happened?” He asks as he slips an arm under Henry, gently helping the younger vampire over to one of the gold couches. The blood is going to stain but Raphael doesn’t care. One of his own has been hurt.

“Demon attack” Lily says, her mouth is set in a thin line. Her eyes never leave Henry’s form. Henry is one of the younger vampires in their clan. Maybe a decade older than Simon.

“Patrolling…

came out of no where….

held it off…

I …” He was clearly struggling to get the words out, hand clutched to his side where the blood was most prominent.

*Shhhh, it’s okay" Raphael hushes him, tenderly pushing his tawny hair out of his face. Henry gives him a weak smile. He knows tonight might be his last. Raphael’s not going to let that happen. He’s not Camille. He can make this right. 

“Lily get him to the infirmary, see what Leonard can do for him. Go fast we might not have much time I….” Raphael finds himself being cut off by Henry’s hand gripping his shoulder. “You know as well as I brother, that I wont make it through the night. Please just let me go peacefully, not being prodded by a doctor” Raphael’s heart breaks at the words but he knows Henry’s right. For someone so young he had always been wise.

“No there’s got to be something we can do. We can call the shadowhunters or … or Magnus. We can’t just give up!” Its the first time Simon’s spoken since the others arrival.

“Shadowhunters rarely …… care for downworlders in need fl-fledgling. And I’m… I’m too far gone for even …..  Magic to save me” Henry bites out clearly in pain.

Raphael grips his hand, feeling useless. How could Camille do this? How could Camille turn off her emotions while one of her own died before her eyes? Raphael doesn’t think this would ever not hurt. He supposes that’s where they differ as leaders.

“Raphael.. I never regained the ability … to..pray. Could you…for me” Henry chokes out, he’s starting to look more and more grey as time goes on. Raphael swallows the lump in his throat, grips both of Henry’s hands and says the first prayer that comes to mind.

Dios te salve, Maria.
Llena eres de gracia:
El Seńor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres.
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre:
Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios,
ruega por nosotros pecadores,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amén.”


“Amen” The younger vampire echos back before he stills completely.
Silence descents not only in the room but in the hotel. Raphael knows everyone in the clan is feeling the loss just as badly as he is. Some have described it as having all the breath stolen from their lungs. Raphael’s always found it to be a stab in his heart.

xxxx

“Does it always feel like that?” Simon will ask later, after they’ve burned Henry’s body.

“Everytime” Raphael replies, there’s no point lying to him.  Simon becomes uncharacteristically quiet.  They’re in one of the common areas, Simon is standing by the fireplace, worrying his lip. Raphael watches him from his place on the couch. He’s not going to be able to go into his study without feeling an ache in his heart for a while.

“The sun’s rising you should sleep” Raphael says eventually, when the silence becomes too much to handle.

“Can I .. can I stay with you a little longer?” Simon asks, he looks so vunerable in that moment. Raphael can’t help but soften at the words. “Of course” He says and Simon moves to sit next to him on the couch.

They sit like that, together, for a very long time. Thigh pressed against thigh. They’re not saying anything but the silence isn’t as heavy as before.  A burden shared is a burden halfed

xxxx

“So Clary has asked me to be her date to Alec and Lydia’s wedding” Simon blurts out.

Raphael is checking blood stocks, making sure they have enough for the upcoming month. He glances up from his work, tries to ignore the seed of jealousy that’s grown in his stomach. Since Henry’s passing things have changed between them. Simon sticks around a hell of a lot more. He starts talking to more clan members than just Raphael. He’s starting to embrace his new life. And Raphael is trying very hard not to be too happy at this. He can’t show favoritism but it doesn’t help that he’s caught feelings for the fledgling.

Simon and his stupid face and stupider mega watt smile. His totally-not-endearing rambles and mannerisms. Magnus has been teasing him mercilessly about it. On one night the warlock encourages him to “just go for it before it’s too late”. His friend gets a look in his eye as he says this that speaks volumes on how he’s feeling. Magnus then proceeds to get shit faced and falls asleep on Raphael’s shoulder mumbling about 'stupid blue-eyed ridiculously gorgeous archers’.

Raphael does not 'just go for it’ instead he boxes up the feelings and shoves them in a corner, hoping that over time they’ll be forgotten. Because there’s no way Simon feels the same.

“So for the wedding I kind of need a suit” Simon’s nervously playing with the hem of shirt. It rides up a little exposing a small bit of flesh. Raphael can’t seem to form words he’s too enraptured by that small sliver of pale skin.

“So.. I uh was wondering if I could borrow one of your suits. I wont ruin it or anything I promise!” Simon swears and though Raphael would give the fledgling anything he wanted if he batted his eyelids enough Raphael’s not about to let him know that.

“What in the name of god makes you think I let you borrow one of my suits. Don’t you already have a  personal vendetta against my jackets?” Simon splutters at Raphael’s accusation.

“I do not have a personal vendetta against any of your clothing! C'mon Raphael I can’t show up to a wedding in jeans and t-shirt. I’m already gonna stick out with the whole vampire thing” Simon pleads. His eyes are getting ridiculously puppy like and Raphael is very close to cracking. 

“Yeah well you’re the one who wants to go to a shadowhunter wedding, not my problem” Raphael shrugs, leaning back smugly in his chair. Simon’s face goes from cute and pleading to devilish in seconds. “Oh but it is your problem. You’re my leader. Anything I do falls back on you and do you really want the vampires to be represented as disrespectful. Sloppy. Uncaring. And at one of the biggest shadowhunter weddings of the year?”

Simon is pinning him with his stare and Raphael has to physically stop himself from squirming. He lets silence hang for a moment, leveling Simon with his own cool look. He breaks the mexican stand-off vibe when he can’t help but crack a smile.

“I’m not gonna say I’m proud of you but I am impressed”

Simon blinks in confusion before he cracks his own smile. “So I can borrow one of your suits?” He asks. “Yeah but one scratch fledgling and you wont be able to talk your way out of what I have in store” Raphael threatens. Simon salutes him with an “aye aye captain”

What a fucking nerd.

xxxx

Raphael picks out a suit for Simon that would definitely fit him. Raphael’s a little shorter than he is so it takes a while but eventually he finds what he needs.

It’s a blue two piece that he pairs with a black shirt. He lets Simon have some privacy to try it on however then a shadowhunter shows up and it’s not the annoying redhead.

He doesn’t get a chance to see Simon until just before he leaves for the wedding. And Dios Raphael is a good christian but his thoughts are anything but holy when he sees Simon wearing his suit.

It fits well and compliments his features. He’s even styled his hair in the most adorable way.

Raphael’s never looked at someone and thought they were adorable before. 

Apparently Simon Lewis is an exception.

“So what do you think?” Simon asks, doing a little spin to show off. “You look great” Raphael replies, very glad vampires can’t blush. Simon looks startled but pleased at Raphael’s comment. It’s a look Raphael would like to see more often.

“You think Clary will like it?” The fledgling asks, smoothing down the blazer, because of course this is all for Clary. “She’ll love it” Raphael grits out, he wants to say other things, meaner things but he knows they all stem from jealousy.

The bright smile Simon flashes him almost makes up for the bitterness he feels.

Almost.

xxxx

“Raphael! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!” Simon yells the moment he returns to the hotel.

Raphael sighs and puts down his book, this should be good.

xxxx

“….so essentially it was like the graduate all over again except y'know two dudes but still it was magical” Simon finishes, his eyes are alight and he’s going a mile a minute but Raphael would happily watch him describe anything with that much enthusiasm even if it was something completely dull like taxes.

“Magnus always was a sucker for grand gestures of love” Raphael says, he can’t help but smile fondly. He hopes the next time he sees the warlock he might finally be free of the sadness that had clung to him for the past few weeks.

Raphael gets drawn out of his thoughts by the feeling of being watched. He looks over to Simon who’s look at him in a way that definitely makes him squirm.

“Y'know.. I um, the whole kissing thing it got me thinking..” Simon glances at Raphael’s lips in a way that is very obvious.

“That can’t be good” Raphael chokes out because this can’t be happening right now. Simon can’t be looking at him like.. like he wants him. That’s not how this works.

Simon shoots him a glare but moves closer none the less. “It got me thinking about … well us”

“Us” Raphael parrots back. He’s frozen in place now and his brain has gone on vacation because Simon is moving gradually forward, eyes never leaving him. 

Raphael swallows hard. This isn’t happening. He’s going to wake up any second because this can’t be happening.

“Yeah..” Simon says and Raphael can feel his breath on his face.

“..Us” and with a single swoop Simon’s lips crash into his. Raphael sees stars, but that’s mostly because Simon bashed his head against Raphael’s in an attempt to be romantic. 

He makes it up to him later. 

When the room stops spinning. 

twist-in-me asked: Hi! I just finished the Mistborn series and now am going through serious end-of-book withdrawal. I was wondering if you have any recommendations for books similar to that series?

I have the first one in that series checked out right now! Glad to know it’s worth the read! :) The books below are going to be recommended based off their genre of being series of books with high/epic fantasy plot-lines. I may have more specific recs when I finish the book myself, but I hope these get you started somewhere! 

Summaries were taken from Goodreads! 

1. Sabriel by Garth Nix- is YA but I just finished it myself…worth the read to see if you like it. I like the last two better than the first one! 

Sent to a boarding school in Ancelstierre as a young child, Sabriel has had little experience with the random power of Free Magic or the Dead who refuse to stay dead in the Old Kingdom. But during her final semester, her father, the Abhorsen, goes missing, and Sabriel knows she must enter the Old Kingdom to find him. With Sabriel, the first installment in the Abhorsen trilogy, Garth Nix exploded onto the fantasy scene as a rising star, in a novel that takes readers to a world where the line between the living and the dead isn’t always clear—and sometimes disappears altogether

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Jet, and Katara’s storyline parallels Zuko, and Katara’s storyline in Book 3—but, with a twist:

  • Both set out on a quest in the name of honor, caring little for the consequences of their actions. To one, honor means capturing the Avatar. To the other, honor means righting a wrong by holding a deep-seated grudge against those he deems to be the enemy, and doing everything in their power to fight them.
  • They both end up earning Katara’s trust…only to end up breaking it
  • Later, they earn Katara’s trust again.
  • Even though Jet swore he changed, he could never really let go of his grudge against the Fire Nation…and died as a an indirect result of this (If he hadn’t called Iroh out as a firebender, he wouldn’t have been dragged to Lake Laogai. If he wasn’t taken to Lake Laogai, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the Gaang its location. If Jet, and the Gaang weren’t underneath Lake Laogai, Long Feng wouldn’t have killed Jet.).
  • But, Zuko lived. Why? Because he was able to fully renounce his old identity, giving up everything to embrace his new life with the Gaang. And, in the end, he was rewarded for his noble actions.

anonymous asked:

do u know of any fics where stereks planning their wedding??

you could try checking the proposal and getting married tags, but here i’m going to rec fics with wedding planning in general (there are quite a few, as it turns out?). hope you don’t mind :3

Diamond by ericaismeg (complete | 8,926 | Rated G)

Allison and Lydia own an wedding planning company called, Allydia Diamond Events. Stiles has been working for them for four years as their caterer. Their latest client? Erica Reyes from high school. She brings in Derek Hale with her.

Derek used to hate Stiles in high school, and he clearly still does. That doesn’t stop Stiles from crushing on his client - knowing he’s getting married doesn’t stop him.

Only Derek’s not getting married to Erica. He’s just lost his ability to speak around Stiles. Again.

Nothing Safe is Worth the Drive by standinginanicedress (complete | 55,151 | Rated E)

An AU in which Stiles is a crass, rude, glasses-wearing wedding planner living on Scott and Allison’s newlywed couch, and Derek is his rich, prudish, well dressed ex-boyfriend living in LA.

AKA the one where Stiles gets swindled into planning Derek’s wedding to someone else after not seeing him for nearly two years and everything winds up going to shit.

Kill The Director by moushkas (complete | 33,151 | Rated T)

Stiles Stilinski is the last single bachelor in Beacon Hills. He knows this because he’s everyone’s wedding planner. After planning the wedding for the love of his life and watching her walk happily into the sunset with Jackson Whittemore, he gets drunk at a sketchy gay bar with his best friend. What he hopes would end in bed with a hot guy actually turns out to be a fist fight with a gigantic, grumpy brute. Stiles swears off bars only to find the man in his office the next day with a pretty woman next to him. Its just Stiles’s luck that the same hot guy who punched the crap out of him is now one of his clients.

under your skin feels like home by airplanewishes (complete | 33,522 | Rated T)

This is not how Stiles wanted to come back. Him coming back isn’t about him and his ex-boyfriend. It’s supposed to be because Scott and Allison are getting married. It’s supposed to be a fun reunion and not the kind that maybe his friends are still hoping for him, something that Stiles doesn’t know what to think about. Sure, Derek may be his one great love, the one that got away as well, but that didn’t mean that Stiles hasn’t moved on. Derek clearly has and Stiles has too. Stiles being back doesn’t change any of that. It doesn’t change the fact that it has been three years and that it’s over.

flowers line the aisle by Lion_ness (complete | 34,573 | Rated E)

After Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, the owner of a small floral shop called Apothecary, a romance between them blooms into something the alpha had never expected. With the help of his pack and loved ones Derek finds the tools necessary to let go of his past and embrace a new life. Three years later he is still happily tangled in the arms of the strange young florist but does not expect to be planning his wedding and to kick-start the beginning of the rest of his life with a ring, a date, and a very excited pack of betas.

Part 2 of When They Bloomed

Supernatural's Jensen Ackles Previews Demon Dean — Plus: A Musical Hour?

There’s no stopping Dean Winchester.

The Supernatural hunter-turned-evil thing will party up it when the CW series returns this fall (on Tuesday, Oct. 7), so much so that even the King of Hell won’t be able to handle Dean’s new demonic playboy ways, star Jensen Ackles tells TVLine.

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“Well isn’t this just a dreary place?” Gage asked no one in particular as he ventured into the Undercroft, more so out of curiosity after being given his room and finding Krov to be as lavishing as he’d hoped. Perhaps he’d finally found a home, and certainly there was no intention of voluntarily leaving. 

Cool fingers brushed along the bars of one of the holding cells, some still caring part of him pitying those held captive. Still, he’d grown cold in these last couple of years, and after being informed of the way things worked here, Gage was willing and eager to comply. He’d taken his time as a prisoner of fear, and now he was fully embracing his new life. 

Glancing at the occupant of the first cell, Gage’s narrowed his eyes slightly. “Still…suppose it could be worse. Am I right?” He asked.

Sweet Detour

“So this is where it happened?”

“Yep. The truck is at the bottom of that lake.” He pointed towards the water with his eyes still closed. They were stretched out on a blanket relaxing before returning home from their two-man trip to the Hilltop.

She stood up and took a few steps in the direction of the lake. “I can’t believe you two. So tell me again, why did you chase him around this meadow if you already had the truck?” She turned her head slightly and looked back at him, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

He gave her a goofy smile but that was all. There was no offer of an explanation. He just relaxed on his back and closed his eyes with his arms behind his head. His skin was already developing a slight tint of pink as he lay shirtless on the blanket. Things were different since Alexandria, specifically after Carl’s near death experience. Rick seemed to embrace every moment of life no matter how small. His new attitude went from trying to be more positive to being the one with the most hope. It was a welcomed change. He wasn’t simply Rick, the fearless leader, loving father, and loyal friend. Now he saw more than that. She saw a man, a handsome man. Her man.

“You’re walking around barefoot? You have no idea what’s out here.”

This coming from the man who seemed to always be covered in another man’s blood. “You sound like my mother. I love walking barefoot in the grass.” She did a perfect handstand before standing up and offering him a smile and then completing a perfect back walkover.

“Nice.”

“Thank you.” But it was obvious he wasn’t talking about her athletic skills. She followed his line of sight and laughed. Her breasts were dangerously close to falling out her newly acquired yellow bikini top. When you were no longer desperately searching for food and shelter and you could produce ammunition, the things you noticed while scavenging changed. She adjusted herself.

“Were you a cheerleader?”

She laughed. “I know we’re all different people and that we could have been anything in our previous life but do you really see me as a cheerleader?”

He took her in from head to toe, taking his time. She could tell which parts of her body got more attention. Her thighs, which were exposed thanks to loose-fitting denim cutoffs. Then there was the stop at her bare midriff and he was stuck on her breasts. Knowing what he was probably thinking made her have thoughts of her own. She thought back a couple of nights before when an innocent massage he gave her turned into much more and it all started with her breasts.

“No, I guess not.”

Her memory was cut short by his reply. She shook her head. “Gymnastics as a kid and overall tomboy.”

People transformed in this new life. She would never have imagined Carol as a diffident abused wife or Rosita as a life insurance agent. On the other hand, Sasha as an EMT and Daryl as a lost soul made sense. Then there were some people, like Deanna, Abraham, and Rick, who never stopped being what they once were. It wasn’t just their career. It was in their blood. It’s why they were so great at what they did. They were being their true selves.

“Yeah, I can see you as a tomboy.”
  
She joined him on the blanket and sat next to him while planting one of her hands on the opposite side of his body so she was leaning over him. His hand landed on her thigh and she watched as his thumb stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh. They had a picnic feast of peaches, plums, figs, and turkey jerky. She fed him. She loved spoiling the man she loved and didn’t think she would ever have that opportunity again. Spoiling Rick was the best. To spoil someone who appreciated it and in this brutal world…it made her happy to put a smile on his face.

They were lying on their sides facing each other when Rick pulled a flower that grew wild all over this meadow and twirled it between his fingers before offering it to her.

Before she took it, she leaned in and kissed him delicately. “Thank you,” she moaned against his lips.

From that moment, their mouths never parted as the kisses alternated from passionate to nibbles when they needed to catch their breath. Life was good. When she felt him unhook her top she knew it was about to get better.